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A Load In Every Hole

By: Anal Slave



Keeping my little women happy is my first priority and it doesn’t matter whom she is happy with. What I mean to say is that my wife keeps me completely satisfied sexually she gives me her pussy, ass and mouth any time I want it. You would think that I had the world on the end of a string, but I can’t keep up with her sexually, she drains my balls of all my cum.

My cock was so sore I could hardly piss out of it. My tongue was raw from licking her asshole and pussy and all she wanted was more and more. So I suggested that we bring other people into our bedroom to help out with her love for sex. She agreed and I ask her who she wanted to share are love with first.

She said that the boy next door was home from college and that he turned her on. Well I knew the boy next door his name was Bill and he was over 21 so I thought that he would be a great choice. She told me that the next day when I was at work that she would seduce him, some how.

And that if I would set up the movie camera she would capture it on film and I could watch it when I came home. I set up the camera and it was getting late so we went to bed. I got up next morning and got ready for work, my cock was rock hard from thinking about my beautiful wife Pam fucking and sucking another man. I kissed her goodbye and went to work.

All day long my cock stayed hard and I couldn’t wait to get home and see the movie of Pam fucking and sucking Bill. I got off work and I raced home, I came in the house and Pam was sitting on the couch in a g-string with hose and garter belt on she came over to me and gave me a kiss. I could smell and taste cum on her breath, she told me that Bill had just left about 15 minutes ago and that she really enjoyed her self sucking and fucking his huge cock.

She also told me that she had a big surprise for me and that I had to agree to do everything to her that Bill had done to her. I agreed, I thought to my self, what could Bill have done that I haven’t done? We went into the bedroom and you could smell the sex in the air. I was so horny my cock was aching to be sucked. 

Pam went over and slipped the tape in the VCR and we laid back and watched the film. The first scene was Pam pulling off his clothes, and then she was sucking his cock. I have to admit, he had a huge cock, about 3 inches longer than mine and bigger around too. Then he went down and was sucking on her cunt, after that he fucked her. And to my surprise he had her on her hands and knees and stuck his hard cock in her asshole.

She was moaning and groaning, I’m talking balls to the wall sex . You could see his cock swell up and he started pumping cum into my wife’s asshole, deep into her ass he must have pumped five or six squirts of cum in her ass. Don’t get me wrong there is nothing more romantic than an ass full of cum. After he was done he laid down on his back and my wife squatted down over his face and his cum was leaking out of her well-fucked asshole into his mouth.

Her asshole was filled to the rim with cum, her stretched sphincter muscle was fully exposed. She would tighten up her asshole and the cum would sprew out of it. He lapped up every drop of cum and then she sat down on his face and he sucked and licked her cum filled asshole clean. I was impressed with the young man’s style. 

I had never ate the cum out of her asshole or her pussy. But I guess I would from now on. I turned the VCR off and started fucking her pussy I didn’t last long I shot off a big load of cum deep in her pussy, I held her legs up in the air and went right straight down to her cum covered clit and started sucking my sperm right out of her hole. It tasted very good and I sucked every drop out of it.

I was so horny that I crawled back on top of her and shot another load of cum down her cunt and ate it to. That was the way it all started, from that time on I have shared my wife with hundreds of men and I have sucked and swallowed gallons of cum out of her asshole and pussy. My wife Pam calls her pussy a little cum dripper and I am always there to catch the cum. Sometimes I miss and the cum drips down on the sheet but I always get down there and lick it off the sheet.

Our new thing is gang-bangs Pam loves to be fucked in all 3 of her holes at the same time. I of course get to clean her mess up with my tongue. I love to be sucking the cum out of her pussy when a big cock is fucking her ass hole from behind. After he cums I trade places with someone.

Another man will lie down on the bed and my wife will crawl on top of him and insert his cock in her cunt and I will get up behind her and suck the fresh cum out of her asshole. This will go on over and over till she has drained every ounce of cum out of all the men at the party. Sometimes she will suck my cock while everybody else fucks her ass and pussy, her holes will be fully injected with cum spewing cocks.

I just love to watch other men fill her ass and cunt with their cum. One time I went down on her and took a straw and sucked the cum out of her ass and pussy, now that’s what I call a cum milk shake. I still love to set up the camera and film her in action she loves the taste of cum to so sometimes after a man has cummed in her pussy she places her hand under her cunt and as the guy withdraws she catches the cum running out of her.

And looking deep into the camera, she moans while licking and sucking her fingers clean of cum. My wife Pam would make a good adult film star and her love for kinky sex really shows in the home movies we have. One time she was fucking seven guys in a motel and I sat back and was watching them fuck all of her holes till she was full of sperm and I took out a tablespoon and scraped her pussy lips while the cum was leaking out of her cunt and I fed her the cum in a spoon.

All of the guys thought that was sexy and they was more then happy to keep filling her holes up with cum and Pam was more then glad to keep sucking it down her throat. After the last man cum I made her suck my cock till I came in her mouth, then she fed it back into my mouth so I would have a treat too. 

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A Load in Every Hole



Chapter 1

Mark Weaver closed the door of the tiny booth and sat on the vinyl-covered chair.  His hands were shaking as he placed a ten-dollar bill face up beneath the flashing green arrows in the bill acceptor.  The instant that the bill was swallowed the video screen he was facing lit up.  The upper right-hand corner displayed the numeral "1" showing that he was watching the first of one hundred and twenty-five different channels.  The upper left hand part of the screen displayed 5000 credits that he knew represented about a half hour, maybe closer to forty-five minutes of viewing time.

On the screen, a Japanese girl was sucking a smaller than average-size brown cock of a young Japanese man.  Mark kept pushing the up arrows until the numeral "80" was displayed on the screeen.   This wasn't the first time he had watched this channel.  The evening before he had entered this sleazy adult bookstore with the peep show/video arcade in the back and discovered this channel.  This particular channel featured a series he found especially exciting.  In the series, pretty women took a load in every hole.  He didn't know why but he found himself fascinated with the closeup shots of freshly deposited semen oozing out of swollen vaginas, rectums and being swallowed by lipsticked mouths.  The few other channels that he had watched showed men pulling out and shooting on the woman's abdomen, her back or on her face.  These videos didn't do anything for Mark.

Last night was the first time that he had ever ventured into a place like this.  In fact he didn't really know--from a first hand experience-- that such places existed.   If they did exist in his hometown of Fargo, North Dakota, they must have been well hidden.  

He had been in Los Angeles for three days, with three more days remaining of an accounting practice management training conference.  The successful completion of this conference was a necessary rung up the ladder that he had been climbing, hopefully, to a partnership in the national accounting firm where he specialized in corporate taxation.  In the evenings, most of the men-- and a few of the women who were also attending the conference--would go out on the town in groups of twos, threes and fours.  However, that wasn't for Mark.  He wasn't a social animal, more of a loner.  

The first two nights he had stayed in his room watching television, reading journals or a pocketbook, the materials that had been provided at the conference and dutifully calling home.  Last night he found himself bored to death with the routine.  He felt like he had been incarcerated.  The small hotel room had become his cell and he was in desperate need of a pardon.  

The hotel where the conference was being held was near the Los Angeles Airport--LAX as his more traveled classmates called it--and not convenient to anything else.  There were no movie theaters, restaurants or shopping centers nearby.   However, as he walked East, along Century Boulevard, he noticed a flashing neon sign in the distance beckoning him.  The sign read: "Adult Book Store, 125 Channel Video Arcade." 

Mark didn't know what possessed him to do it but he found himself drawn into the gaudy establishment.  Instantly, he realized that he was very out of place.  The two or three other men that he saw were wearing jeans and T-shirts while he was still wearing his grey suit, blue oxford cloth button-down shirt and a silk, burgundy tie.  He saw row after row of video cassettes, adult magazines, pocket books and a section along one wall that featured what they referred to as "marital aids."

At the very back of the store were heavy red drapes with a sign over the entrance that read, "Video Arcade."  He walked through the drapes and found himself in a long dark hall with small booths on both sides.   Over some of the doors to the booths he noticed that a red light was illuminated.  He realized that these were occupied and those without a light on were vacant.   Before slipping into one of the vacant, cramped booths he looked over his shoulder to make sure no one had seen him.

He slipped a dollar bill in the acceptor and learned how the video system worked.  In the cramped space he also discovered something about himself as he surfed the channels.  Those videos in which the women were pierced, tattooed or had gigantic, silicon-enhanced, unnatural breasts were turn-offs.  He also skipped those videos that had girl-to-girl sex.  What he did find very interesting were the ones that featured women with very pretty faces and model-like bodies, women with faces and bodies more like his own wife, Mary, who was back home in Fargo waiting for his return.

Within a few minutes, he had surfed up to channel 80.  He never did find out what channel 81 or any of the 45 channels above 80 featured.  He was hooked.  He couldn't believe what he saw.  Just then a message flashed across the screen warning him to deposit more money.  He quickly slipped a five-dollar bill in the slot beneath the flashing green arrows and bought more uninterrupted time.  Just him, the darkness, the flickering images and his hungry, impressionable mind that was being fed a very different kind of sensory food. 

The series he found so fascinating featured three black men who made love to very beautiful, seemingly amateurish, white women.  One of the men was huge, very black and totally bald.  Another, slighter, except for his enormous endowment, had dread locks cascading down from his head.  The third man was very handsome with a much lighter shade of skin than the other two.  Like the others, however, he too was similarly blessed in the genitalia department.  Mark had no idea that penises came in such extra-large sizes.

Last night, Mark had spent an hour in the booth and watched as five different women in the video series willingly and enthusiastically allowed the three men to cum in their mouths, vaginas and rectums.   Each segment ended with the grey liquid the men had deposited oozing from each pink glistening orifice.  Before the first segment ended he was fully erect.  He unzipped his trousers, fished out his swollen cock and stroked it as he watched the other segments of the series.

"Knock it off Weaver," he berated himself more than once.  "Grow-up.  You're forty-two, a professional, a pillar of your community, a devoted father and faithful husband.  What in the hell are you doing in a sleazy video arcade holding onto your throbbing cock like a lovesick teenager?"

He didn't knock it off but kept watching raptly.  Sometime before his five-dollars worth of credits ran out, a segment featuring a very pretty brunette appeared on the screen.  He couldn't help but compare her with Mary.  His wife and the woman on the screen had similar features.  Both possessed wide-set brown eyes, long lustrous brown hair, full lips and creamy clear complexions.   Within a minute or two the three black men had her dress off.  The similarities between the woman on the screen and the love of his life didn't end with their very beautiful faces.  He saw that both were tall and thin and neither had gigantic breasts.  He knew that Mary's were a full B-cup and guessed the other woman's breasts were the same cup size.  It looked as if the woman on the screen had never given birth whereas Mary had born two children but one could know it by looking at her flat scarless tummy.  

There were, however, three very noticeable differences between the two women.   The woman on the screen, who was deeply kissing one of the men while the other two fondled her breasts, was nearly hairless while Mary's pubic hair had never been trimmed except in the labor room each time she gave birth.  Also, the woman on the screen had bright red finger and toe nails while Mary's were always natural.  He remembered Mary telling him that she thought brightly painted nails were cheap.  The final difference he noticed was the size of their nipples.  Mary's were very small and pink while the woman on the screen had huge, turgid brown nipples.

Mark was certain that the woman in the video wasn't faking it.  He recognized the same subtle encouraging gestures that Mary signaled to him when she wanted more.  He didn't quite understand what was going on in his mind but he came to realize that he thought of the woman on the screen as his wife.  In his mental substitution, it was Mary who was sucking the black cocks.  It was her saliva that coated the three giant penises.  It was her pelvis that pressed itself against the thick black lips locked at the juncture of her widespread thighs.  Then, it was her pussy that surrounded and sucked in the long, thick cock of the black man with the dread-locks.  Mary's asshole, not the strange woman's, absorbed every inch of the bald man's cock.  In Mark's mind, the bright red lips and the mouth behind them were Mary's that made passionate oral love to the third man's huge, black shaft.

It wasn't a strange female who curled her toes and screamed out when she climaxed, to Mark--for reasons he didn't understand at all--it was his loving wife in the throes of ecstasy.  As he watched other segments, he found that it didn't matter if the woman had similar coloring and features of his wife, in his mind each one became her.

There were two other differences, he came to realize, that distinguished this series from the others.  He noticed that most of the women were married as manifested by wedding rings and that they tended to be a little older than the ingenues that performed on the other channels.

Mark was desperate for release but managed to hold off cumming.  He planned to call home when he returned to his room and hoped that Mary would be in a playful mood.  

As Mark left the book store last night, he sheepishly poked his head out the door and looked right and left to make sure that none of the people attending the conference saw him.  Then he walked quickly back to the hotel.

Chapter 2

It was two hours later in Fargo than it was in Los Angeles, nearly midnight when he returned to his lonely, confining room.  In his bedroom at home in Fargo, the television was on though Mary wasn't watching it and was about to drift off to sleep.   Except for her and the dog, the big house was empty because the kids were at college and Mark was in Los Angeles.  She had gotten used to him calling an hour earlier and thought that she wouldn't hear from him that night then the ringing telephone startled her.

"Hi honey."  Mark said.

"Hi yourself love," she said dreamily.  "I had almost given up on hearing from you tonight," Mary said, stifling a yawn, as she rolled on her side and curled up.  

"Sorry, I should have called earlier but I was out for a while." Mark said as he slipped off his suit jacket and tossed it on the chair.

This was a surprise, Mary thought.  She knew that he hadn't gone out with guys while he had been out in Los Angeles.  He had told her that they just wanted to drink and cat around.  "Where have you been?" She asked softly.

"Oh, I just went out for a walk.  There's really not much around here, just other hotels, the airport and office buildings."

"So, where did you go?"

He was ashamed of where he had been, what he had been doing and feeling.  Nevertheless, he had never lied to her and he was quite certain that she had never lied to him.  He wasn't about to start now.  "Oh, there was this place a few blocks from the hotel that I went into, kind of different . . ."

"What kind of place?"

" . . . just a place, a bookstore . . ."

"Mark!  This is like pulling teeth.  Tell me where you were and what you were doing."

"I don't think you really want to know."

"Oh, this is so exasperating.  Will you please just tell me?  I wouldn't ask you if I didn't want to know."  My goodness, she wondered, what in the world does her husband of 21 years, predictable Mark Weaver, have to hide from her.  She sat up in bed waiting for his reply, now very wide awake.

"Honey, I don't want you to think I'm a lowlife, or some kind of a sick pervert but the bookstore was an adult bookstore."

"So, did you buy some magazines or something?  I remember that we both agreed years ago that we would never have Playboy or Penthouse in our home."  

"No, I didn't buy any magazines, nothing like that.  In the back of the store they had these private booths.  You could put money in and watch hardcore videos."  He recalled that once when they had been surfing cable channels they had come across "Real Sex" on HBO.  After watching it for a few minutes Mary said, "let's not watch that stuff.  Find something good."  That was her, not so subtle, way of saying that the program was bad.

"So Mark, are you saying that you went in one of those booths and watched porn?"  She asked accusingly.

He hesitated then said, "yeah, that's what I'm saying.  There were a lot of channels to choose from and I watched for about an hour."

"Did you . . . did you . . . I mean well, did you masturbate?"

"Not really.  I mean I held him and stroked him but I didn't cum."

"But did these videos excite you?  Did they make you hot?  Did you have an erection?"  She asked lowering her voice and scooting back down under the covers.

"Mary, I'm sorry that I went into that place.  It was kind of crummy and I suspect that its patrons aren't like any of the people we know . . ."

"You didn't answer my question Mark, did the videos make you hot?"

"Yes, they made me very hot.  And yes, I had a raging hard-on."

"So the videos made you want to be with . . . to make love to the women?"

"Oh no, that's not it at all."

"I don't get it then.  If the women didn't make you hot and you didn't imagine yourself making love to them then what did make you hot?"

Mary was the love of his life.  Only the second woman he had ever made love to and the first didn't really count.  Mary was also his best friend.  Now, she wanted him to tell her what had made him hot as he watched the videos in the cramped booth in the seamy bookstore.  Could he tell her?  He had no choice because he had never kept anything from her.

He cleared his throat and explained, "there were 125 channels from which to select.  Most of them weren't very interesting to me . . ."

"You said they were hardcore.  I guess that means that they went all the way," Mary said as a matter of fact, not as a question.

"You're right.  They go all the way.  Anyway, as I was saying, I started with channel one and worked my way up.  I skipped over those that didn't interest me at all and after a few minutes I stopped at channel 80."

"What was so special about that channel?"  Mary wanted to know.

"I don't want to gross you out or make you mad but you asked so I'll tell you.  This channel featured three black guys and one white girl.  By the way, it was the same three black guys in every segment but a different white women.  Anyway, on most of the other channels when the guys . . . you know, when they climaxed they would pull out of the woman's vagina or her mouth and well . . . there's no delicate way to say this . . . they would cum on her stomach or on her face."

"Yuck! That is gross.  What was so different about the videos that you liked so much, the ones that were on channel . . . oh yeah on channel 80?"

"The men didn't pull out of the women's pussies or their mouths."  He said.  "They also came in their, you know, in their bottoms.  Then the camera would zoom in for a close-up as the semen oozed out of their orifices.  Let's see, what else?"  Mark asked himself aloud then answered his own question.  "Also, I think that the women weren't faking it . . . they weren't acting, they really got into it and always had tremendous orgasms."

Mary chuckled and said, "believe me Mark, you would never know if they were faking it.  Remember that movie a few years ago with Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal . . . oh yes now I remember, it was called ‘When Harry met Sally,' well anyway, the point is, Meg Ryan demonstrated in a restaurant what a woman can do to convince anyone that she had an orgasm."

"Does that mean you've faked it with me?"  Mark wanted to know.

"No my darling.  I've never had to fake it but I understand that many women do.  Anyway, tell me more about the videos.  Sorry to have interrupted you go on."

"Most of the women were married, at least they wore wedding rings and the women didn't wear rings in any of the other channels that I saw.  Also, they were a little older but I thought much more attractive than the females in the other videos.  I didn't see any woman on channel 80 that had tatoos or had her tongue, nipples or navel pierced."



"Did the tatoos and piercings bother you?"

"No, they didn't bother me, but they did sort of turn me off, especially the extreme ones.  I found that they distracted me from concentrating on the sex.  The unadorned body, like yours, was much more of a turn on for me, much more attractive.  I think it must be a generational thing."

"Let me make sure that I understand.  You said that it was this series that turned you on but that you weren't turned on because you wanted to make love to the women.  Do I have it right?"

"Right."

"Then Mark, tell me what it was about those particular videos that did turn you on."

"The way the women responded to the guys.  I think I saw about five different segments, maybe six.  I know that there were a lot more that I didn't view."

"That doesn't make any sense to me," Mary said into the mouthpiece as she furled her brow in confusion. 

"Let me finish."  Okay, Weaver, no more holding back you've got to tell her now, he told himself.  "I couldn't help but imagine that it was you with whom they were making love."

There was dead silence on the other end.  "Mary, are you still there?  Are you okay?"

"I'm still here, I'm not so sure I'm okay," she said so softly he could hardly hear her.

"Well that's what turned me on so much.  I thought of your mouth, your sweet pussy and your ass when the men stiffened and shot their loads.  I wondered what it would be like to watch you do what those women did.  Please don't hate me for telling you the truth."

"I don't hate you.  I do wonder how you can still respect me when you think of me like that.  You know I've never been with another man.  I thought our sex lives were perfect.  Now you tell me something like this.  What am I supposed to think?"

"I'm sorry that I made you feel bad.  It's just that as sexy as those women in the videos were, you're even pretty and sexier."

"You have to say that, you're my husband and you're feeling guilty." 

"I'm your husband all right, but I don't have to say that and it's the truth.  You know you're beautiful, you know how men look at you, even men at church.  You know how much you like sex.  You told me just a few minutes ago that you‘ve never had to fake it in you life.  I'm sure you're right, not many women can say that."

"Are you going to go back to that place again tomorrow?"

He thought he knew what she wanted him to say so he said, "No hon, I'll never go back there again.  I promise."

"You said that you thought there are many other segments that you hadn't seen yet."

"That's right."

"Maybe you should go back and see some more tomorrow night and then call me and tell me about them."

"Does this turn you on?"  Mark asked incredulously.

"Your thinking of me doing those things sure does. I have to admit it."

"What are you wearing?"  Mark asked.

"Just my favorite T-shirt and panties.  You?"

"I took off my jacket and loosened my tie.  Are you touching yourself?"

"I'm sort of rubbing it.  The phone is cradled on my shoulder and I'm pinching my nipple with my other hand.  Take off your clothes honey,"  she said.

Mark was still turned on from the videos but even more turned on by what his wife was saying and her reaction to his confession that was much different than he expected it to be.  It didn't take him long to strip completely and flop down on the bed naked.  He held the phone with one hand and his hard cock with the other.  "I'm undressed now and laying down."




A Load in Every Hole



"Are you playing with it?"  She asked with a chuckle in her voice.

"Oh yeah."

"You really were thinking about those black men doing the nasty things to me that they were doing to the women in the videos?"

"I really was."  He heard her ragged breathing and asked, "are you okay, Mary?"

"I'm . . . oh . . . I'm better than okay."

"Are you going to cum baby?"

"Only if you do too," she said.

And they did.  Mary thrust up against her hand that was touching just the right places in just the right way.  She didn't masturbate often but after tonight she thought that she had found a new hobby.  It did, however, leave her frustrated and empty.  So empty that she ached.  She needed to be filled, she realized, but couldn't be because Mark wasn't there.

Two thousand miles away, laying on the queen-size bed in his hotel room, Mark moved his own right hand up and down his shaft bringing himself with one particular stroke beyond the point of no return.  No power or force could stop the flow that was building, flowing like molten lava and then erupting once, twice three times each shot landing on his chest.

The husband and the wife heard the other's familiar sighs.  It was Mary who asked, "was that good for you?"

"Wonderful," he said, "but I miss you so much, I need you so much."

"I miss you too darling.   I wonder where they make videos like the ones that you seemed to like so much?  If you do go back tomorrow night to watch more, make sure you call me and tell me everything.  I'm going to sleep now but before I do will you promise me something?"  

"Anything."

"Will you promise to go back to that place again tomorrow?"

"I promise," said a confused Mark.

She yawned but not out of boredom, from exhaustion.  "Goodnight my darling," were her parting words.

Chapter 3

Mark had dressed more appropriately for this visit to the bookstore.  He wore Dockers, loafers and rolled-up the long-sleeves on his button-down collar shirt.  He couldn't believe that Mary insisted he come back to this strange place and watch more of the videos that had provided the inspiration for their phone sex last night.  Not in his wildest imagination did he expect Mary to do anything but hang up when he revealed what he done and how he had felt about it.  During the sessions of the conference that afternoon, he found it very difficult to concentrate on the subject that was being presented because he relived every detail of their conversation repeatedly in his mind.

As he had last night, he unzipped his pants--as much to relieve the pressure caused by his swelling member as to hold and stroke bare skin.  The first two segments were segments that he had seen the night before.  This second time, he found them to be just as exciting as he had the first time he saw them.  And, this time, he paid even closer attention to the details and saw that the men really worked on the willing women as a talented team.  Their objective seemed to be to drive each woman crazy with lust.  Mark was certain that the women weren't "faking it" as Mary had suggested they might be.  Each black cock that plunged in and out of a pussy or an asshole, long before it climaxed, was coated with a glistening sheen that was either artificial lubrication or the secretions of the women.  Mark chose to believe that the fluids were internally generated and didn't come out of a bottle or a tube.

The two new segments were just as thrilling to view as the others had been.  However, at the end of the last segment "The End" flashed on the screen that soon went black.  "Reloading" was the new message flashing on the screen.  Not knowing how long it would take for his favorite channel to be up and going again, he surfed other channels and confirmed what he had discovered the previous night.  None of the videos on the other channels did what the series "A Load in Every Hole" did for him.  Back on channel 80, he saw that the program was still reloading.  Because he didn't want to miss anything he left it on channel 80 and waited patiently.

When the video was reloaded, the screen lit up with the familiar FBI Copyright Warning then the opening credits.   They listed the names of the three black men alphabetically as "starring." He was right about the women. They were simply itemized as Mrs. Butler, Mrs. Smith, Jones, Abbott and so forth.  Then he saw that a company that the company that produced the video was located in a nearby suburb.

For the next hour he watched half a dozen women willingly and enthusiastically allow themselves to be ravaged by the three black men.  As he had the night before, he held off cumming though it was tormenting. 

Back in his hotel room, hoping for a repeat of the night before, he stripped off his clothing before calling home.

"Hello," Mary answered on the first ring.

"Hi baby."

"Did you go to the bookstore?"  She asked with excitement in her voice.

"Just got back.  I saw another six or seven women with the same three men."

"And?"

"Well, it was pretty much the same as before."

"Did it turn you on again?"

"You're not kidding.  Maybe even more this time because I knew you wanted me to go there.  I think I paid more attention to detail than I did the first time so that I could fill you in."

"I wish . . . I wish I could have been there with you," she said softly.

"Would you do that?  I mean would you go into a place like that Mary?"  I didn't give her time to answer before saying, "I can't imagine you doing that."

"I don't know for sure.  I certainly couldn't go into a place like that here and neither could you." Then she laughed and said, "I seriously doubt that there's anything like that here.   Anyway, I sure wouldn't want someone that I knew see me go into a place like that."  She slipped her panties off and whisked the T shirt over her body and slid under the covers before she asked, "were there any women in the bookstore?"

"Not that I saw, only men."

"Tell me what you noticed this time that you didn't last night."

He thought about her request before responding.  His swollen cock was actually aching for attention.  "I didn't tell you last night but all of the women had shaved pussies.  Not completely shaved, mind you, but just a trimmed strip or small patch above their pussies."

"Did you like that?  Did it excite you?"

"Yeah, I liked it a lot."

"Does that mean that you don't like mine . . . my more natural pussy?"

"Oh baby, of course, I love yours.  You know that.  Hey, you wanted me to tell you everything and I just thought I should share that detail with you.  I imagine they keep the lips totally bare for the video close-ups."

"Do you want me to shave mine?"  She teased.

"Honey, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do.  I love your sweet pussy with full pubic hair.  I would also love it with just a little hair, or no hair at all.  Whatever you want is what I want."  My God, he thought.  Was this the same Mary he had spent more than half of his life with talking about shaving her pussy?

"Let me think about it.  Next time you see me, I may have a surprise for you down there."

Now this is getting interesting, thought Mark.  "There was another thing that I didn't tell you last night.  No big deal, but each of the women wore bright red nail polish.  I know that you don't like that."

"Who said that I didn't.  I thought you didn't like bright polish, you felt that bright red polish made women look cheap, that's why I've never worn it.  Also, my mom, your mom, my sister . . . no woman that I know in Fargo or Moorehead wears polish.  Oh, Betty wears red polish in the summer but that's about it.  Do you want me to paint my nails?"

"I thought it was very sexy on the women in the video.  Nevertheless, like I said before, I don't want you to do anything . . . to ever do anything that you don't really want to do."

"Let me think about it," she said.  Then timidly she asked, "did you have the same feelings about the videos that you had last night?   I mean, were you thinking about me as you watched the women in the videos?"

"Oh, hon, I really was.  I don't know why, all I know is that thinking it was you made me so hot it was torture not to cum."

"Do you want to cum now?"  Mary asked as she reached between her legs and felt the dampness that coated her nether lips.

"In a minute.  If I touched my cock right now, it would explode in a second."

"And, all of this is because you were thinking of lil ol me being taken by those three men in the video?"

"Not taken, Mary, fucked!  Fucked in the ass, in the cunt and in your mouth."

"Do you think you should be talking like that over the telephone?" She asked seriously wondering if their conversation was being heard by anyone else.  "Mark, I've never heard you use that kind of language before."

"I'm sorry, I know you haven't honey."  He rolled on his side and said, "I really don't know what's happening to me.  Maybe when I get home everything will be out of my system and we can get back to normal."

"What's normal?"  Mary asked.

Mark thought before saying, "honey, I'm not sure anymore."

"I really wish I could see one of those videos with you," she said for the second time during this conversation.

Something that had been bouncing around subconsciously in Mark's mind came to the surface.  "Mary, I finish out here in a couple of days.  Why don't fly out and spend a long weekend with me?"

"Hey who is this man on the phone?  What did you do with my husband?  There isn't anyway that Mark Weaver would do something so spontaneous and impractical." In a sexy voice she said,  "I think you just want to get laid fella." Then she broke up laughing at her own comment.

"Oh baby, you've got that right, I do want to get laid.  Well, will you come out?"

She knew that they could easily afford the spur of the moment trip.  And, it would be fun to do something without carefully considering all the pros and cons like they had done before making any decision, no matter how small. "I had planned on volunteering at the hospital Friday and Saturday but I sure don't have to.  Why don't you check on flight schedules and the cost?  That can't hurt.  Could we go see a video if I come out?"

"Of course, if you really want to?"

"Maybe just once and because it's so far away."

"Oh shit baby, this is so cool, so fucking cool . . . "

"Boy, someone's learned a lot of new words."

He knew that she was right.  He always thought that people who cursed couldn't express themselves.  He never used words like cunt, shit and fucking, not even when he was by himself or with other men let alone when talking with his wife.  He had placed her on a tall pedestal very high above worldly things.   Could it be that she wanted to come down off the pedestal?  Could it be that he wanted her to?

They repeated what they had done the night before.  They encouraged each other by telling what they were doing to themselves and what they were feeling as they brought themselves to nearly simultaneous, earthshattering climaxes.

Before they hung-up, a very sleepy Mary with her hand still between her wet legs--wet from gushing as never before by her own fingers--asked her husband the same question she had before.  "I wonder where they make videos like the ones you seem to like so much?"  

This time Mark had the answer.  "Oh, that's no secret, the producer of the series is right here in the Los Angeles area.  In fact, not far from here.  I saw the name of a suburb on the opening credits of the series earlier tonight."

Chapter 4

Mary woke up with a smile on her face.  There was something to look forward to.   Then, she wondered if in the light of the new day Mark might change his mind.  Mark the CPA had been a wonderful husband, father and a great provider for their family.  He was industrious, hard- working, responsible and dependable.  

She tried to be the perfect homemaker for them.  Now that the kids were away at college, she did volunteer work at the hospital three or four days a week.  She had attended Catholic parochial schools.  Her older brother, Ron, was a Jesuit Priest who taught at a small school on the east coast.  They attended mass regularly and confession several times a year.  Wow!  This time, she thought, there would something more to confess than just her being insensitive and not as spiritual as she thought she should be.

Before she married Mark, she was told by nearly everyone that she should go to New York and become a fashion model.  That wasn't for her.  Fargo, a home and family was all that she had ever dreamed of.  Her dreams were realized when she married Mark and children completed their family.

Sex was satisfying for her and she believed for Mark as well.  She was confident that he had never strayed, she had never really been tempted.  He always teased her and called her the Virgin Mary, which was an accurate description when she met him. 

In Fargo, there wasn't much to tempt people of their class.  She had heard all of the jokes about Fargo but never wanted to live anywhere else.  Even the residents agreed that there were just two seasons in Fargo, winter and August.  Every once in a while, a couple would divorce.  Other than that the gossip was usually limited to talking about how much weight this person or that person had gained or lost or whether someone could really afford to take a European vacation or buy a German luxury car.  Nothing too juicy.  

Now, after just two telephone conversations with Mark, they both seemed intrigued by what her husband had discovered about himself in a video booth in Los Angeles.  She could never have imagined that they would let their guards down and talk as freely as they had the last two nights.  She hoped, oh how she hoped, that he wouldn't change his mind about her flying out to be with him.

Not only did Mark not change his mind, he was making plans before the sun came up in Los Angeles or the clock struck nine in Fargo.  He called the concierge and made arrangements to rent a car for three days.  Then he went on the Internet and booked a flight on Northwest Airlines for Mary that would depart Fargo at approximately 2:00 that very afternoon.  She would change planes in Minneapolis and arrive in LA a little after 7:00 that evening, round trip, $617.  Then he called and rescheduled his own return flight to coincide with hers.  When all of the arrangements were completed, he dialed their home number.

"Mary," he said before she could even say hello.  "Write this down."  He gave her the details of her flight out then said, "I know this doesn't give you much time to pack, sorry about the rush."

"Oh darling," she said excitedly, "I have plenty of time.  I can't wait to see you.  Anything special you want me to bring?"

"Just your hot body baby.  Remember, you said I was doing all of this just to get laid."  Then he laughed.

"My body will be hot all right.  Are we going to that video place tonight?"

"If you want to, we will."

"Oh, I want to all right.  I want to see for myself what made you break loose.   Are we going to do anything else?"  She asked softly.

"What do you mean by anything?"

"I mean . . . I mean anything.  Anything you want love." She emphasized the word anything.

"You're not serious?" He said.  It seemed as if both of them were talking obliquely around a subject that neither dared to even broach.  "Mary, last night I let my guard down I told you exactly what makes me hot."

"I know you did my love.  I'll be coming out for you, ready to do anything, anything for you."  She paused and the message sink in.  "I better hurry and get ready.  I have a few things that I must do besides just packing.  I'll let you use your new imagination to guess what other things.  Bye my love. See you soon."  She pursed her lips, made a kissing sound into the receiver and hung up, afraid to say more than what she had already said.

Mark stood there for a moment holding the buzzing receiver trying to understand what his wife was suggesting.  He didn't want to assume too much but he had always prided himself on being prepared.

The sessions that morning were boring.  If he were asked what had been presented he couldn't have explained it.  If he had been tested on his understanding of the material he would have gotten an "F."  He was happy that the afternoon was free because there was something he wanted to do and he didn't know how long it might take or complicated it might be.  When he went by the concierge desk he was handed a set of keys, told that the rental car had been delivered and where it was parked.

He didn't bother even going back to his room.  After slipping off his blazer and tie he walked to the parking lot and found the Blue Ford Taurus exactly where he had been told it would be.  He had memorized a certain address that he obtained from the Secretary of State of California over the Internet that morning after he hung up from talking with Mary.   He had looked in the yellow pages and then called local information but wasn't successful in getting a phone number or a specific street address.  Finally, because a corporation was involved, he went on the net and contacted Sacramento.  Bingo!  In just a few minutes he found exactly what he was looking for.  A business that had been covered with layers of LLC's, partnerships and straight corporations.  As he backed the car out of its space, he realized that Mary was probably already on the plane in route to Minneapolis where she would make her connection for LA.

It had been a hectic morning for her.  Before packing, Mary took a leisurely, very hot soaking bath.  While in the tub, she shaved her long smooth legs and then, for the first time, shaped her pubic hair by trimming the sides.  It was difficult to shave the area between her legs but she was determined and with the aid of a hand mirror completed the task.  She loved the new bare look and vowed that she would never let it go to stubble.  If her husband could shave every day, then so could she.  After her bath, she hurriedly threw on a pair of faded jeans, sneakers and a top.  It was a wonder that she didn't get a ticket as she drove the Honda Accord twenty miles over the speed limit to the nearest shopping center.  There, in the Walgreen's she purchased bright red nail polish and a matching tube of lipstick.  

In TJ Max, she found a beige, very short dress that was more suitable for a high school senior than a 41-year-old mom who was acting like a school girl.  The sexy dress fit perfectly and hugged her body in all the right places.  By the time she had returned home, called the hospital and told the volunteer coordinator that she couldn't be there Friday or Saturday, packed her single bag, painted her nails, set her hair and then driven to Fargo's Hector Field she had only an hour to spare before her departure.  She sure hoped that she had enough time to complete the security clearance that had slowed the boarding process since 9/11.  

Fortunately for Mark, there was a map of the area on the passenger seat of the Taurus.  He had to refer to it twice before he found the building located in an industrial park twenty minutes from his hotel.  There was a lump in his throat as he closed the door to the car and pushed the button on the ignition key that automatically locked all its doors.

There were several sets of letters--abbreviations of different companies-- affixed to the glass door.  The company abbreviations didn't indicate what type of business was conducted inside the typical industrial building.  However, the letters were the same ones he saw earlier that morning on the Secretary of State's website confirming that, indeed, he was at the right place.  He took a breath and pushed at the door.  It was locked.  Then he saw a door bell on the wall and pressed the button.

"Ya!" crackled through a small speaker somewhere above his head.




A Load in Every Hole



"I wanted to talk with someone about your videos."

"If you want to order videos, you have to go to our website.  Do you have that URL?"

"I don't want to order videos.  It's more about . . . I guess you would say, casting."

"Just a sec."

Mark was fidgety as he waited by the door.  Then it opened and he entered.  The reception area could have been a reception area for any of the small businesses that were his clients in Fargo.  However, the black man that stood before didn't look like he would be employed by any small business for whom Mark had ever done taxes.  He must have stood six, six and weighed two hundred and seventy-five pounds.  He was wearing a muscle shirt, had a thick gold chain around his neck and a gold earring dangling from each ear lobe. 

"What can I do for you?"  The black man asked.

"I was interested in your series that's called ‘A Load in Every Hole '. . . "

The black man interrupted him and held up his hand.  "Oh, sorry man.  We use the same three guys in every episode.  We're not looking for any male talent for that series."

"Let me explain," Mark said.  "I know you use the same three men.  I sure couldn't replace any of them, if you know what I mean." He smiled and went on. "I've seen a dozen of the segments and thought you might be ready for some new female talent."

"We're very selective about the women in the series. They have to be fresh faces.  I mean they've never done anything like this before.  Also, they have to be married, very beautiful and love, I mean really love sex."

"Yes, I understand," Mark acknowledged.  "I think that comes through in the series.  You haven't told me anything that was a surprise.  Anyway, my wife's flying here tonight and I thought you might find her interesting.   I'm going to take her the video arcade where I saw the series when she lands."

"How long will you be here?"  The black man asked all of a sudden more interested in what the white man was saying.

"We leave Monday."

"Hmmmmm. That's pretty short notice.  I'm not even sure if the guys are available and even if they are if we can round up two cameramen."  He went on to explain, "that series is a two camera project."

He seemed lost in thought as he said.  "Even if I can make the arrangements, if you've seen the series you know that it's pretty extreme.  While each edited episode only lasts for 10 or 15 minutes on screen, you need to know that it takes two or three hours to shoot.  Three hours of hot, no holes barred sex.  Is your wife up to that?"  He challenged.

Mark had to be honest.  "I'm not sure.  She might be."

"Look friend, if I get the guys together and the cameramen and she doesn't show or doesn't perform I'm fucked.  Is she very experienced?"

"No.  She doesn't have any experience.  But I thought you just said that you're looking for fresh women . . . beautiful white women . . . women who love sex.  She's fresh, beautiful, white and loves sex."

"I'm not saying that I can get everybody together, but if I can when can you be available?"

"She lands at 7:00.  Allow an hour or so for us at the video place," said Mark.

"Could you be back here at 9:00?"

"I think so.  We can sure try."

"Also, I'll need her to bring her HIV test results."

Mark hadn't thought of that.  "She's never been tested," he said.

"What!  Sorry pal.  We don't shoot without an HIV test."

"I can understand why that would be very important if she were promiscuous but she's not."

"What about you.  You could bring something home to her and she wouldn't even know it.  Can't be too careful nowadays."

"I agree with you but neither of us has had sex with anyone else since we were married."

"And, I've got a very nice bridge in Brooklyn that I'd like to sell you," said the black man as he broke into a laugh.  He folded his huge arms across his broad chest, broke into a smile and stared at Mark.   

"She doesn't have a test.  She's never had a sexually transmitted disease and neither of us sleeps around.  What more can I say?" Then before the black man could respond, Mark said, "I think I can have her here by 9:30 unless there is a flight delay."


The black man grinned, stuck out his huge hand, shook Mark's and said, "I'm AJ.  Two things before we go any further.  I have to see a picture of her, of course, and we have to make the financial arrangements."

"I'm Mark and my wife's name is Mary."  He reached in his back pocket took out his wallet opened and handed it to AJ.  "Here's a picture of her," he said.

"Wow! We sure don't have any problem with the face.  She's really beautiful Mark.  You're a lucky dude. What about her body?"

"She has a great body.  I think you'll find hers to be as good as any in the series."

"Now I have a question for you my friend.  What if she doesn't show, or like I said a few minutes ago, what if she won't perform?  She gets here and freaks out.  It's happened before.  Then, I've got five or six guys who come here to work and get paid and I'm left holding the bag with no usable product."  He really didn't expect Mark to answer.   "Tell you what, you give me five hundred dollars.  If she comes through then I'll give it back to you and match it.  That's what we pay the women.  If she doesn't come through by 10:00 or 10:30 then I'll give everybody a Grant and call it a day."

Mark didn't have five hundred dollars in cash but he did have five American Express Travelers Checks in one hundred dollar denominations.  He wasn't thinking as he took them out of his wallet and handed them to a man he had nevereven met before as a token of good faith.

"We got us a deal man." Said AJ.  "I'll set things up.  Have you got a cell phone?"

Mark gave him the number and said, "do you have a number I can call if there are any problems on my end?"

"Not to worry friend.  If everybody's in town, we can do this.  If they're not then I'll call and return your travelers checks."

The two men shook hands and Mark returned to the rent car.

Mary had made the flight in Fargo and the connection in Minneapolis.  She was lost in her thoughts as the plane headed southwest.  She wondered what she really meant, deep down, when she told Mark she would do anything.   Did she really mean it?  It excited her to know that something had turned her husband into a sex maniac.  Videos displayed on a screen in a small booth in California had brought something out of him that she had long ago given up trying to bring out.  Images of three black men having their way with different married white women, that her husband thought of as her, was apparently jsut what he needed.  Tonight he promised to share those images with her.  Would there be more than that, she wondered?

Chapter 5

Mark was at the airport half an hour before her plane was scheduled to arrive.  Because of the increased security precautions, he couldn't meet her at the gate so he waited just beyond the security check point.  He checked the Northwest arrival monitor and saw that her flight was right on time.  Then, he saw her, from fifty yards away, walking toward him down the wide concourse.  "My God," he thought, "I can't believe she's wearing that dress."  Not that he didn't like it, on the contrary, it was as sexy as sexy can be, it was just very much out of character for her to wear a dress that revealed her bare shoulders, cleavage and half of each bare thigh.

Then they were in each others arms.  Those bystanders who saw them must have thought that they had been apart for years, not days.  He took her bag and her hand and walked to the garage.  

"Mary you look wonderful . . . just fabulous," he said.

"Think so?" She asked with a wicked smile.

"I know so."  His eyes lowered to her feet in the new strappy, very high heel sandals and he saw that she had painted her toe nails the very same color as the nails on the fingers that were laced with his.  He unlocked the trunk of the car and tossed her bag inside then opened the door for her.

Inside the confines of the rent car they kissed again.  Their tongues explored the other's mouth almost like the first time that they kissed twenty-three years ago.  His hand dropped to her warm bare thigh.  She smiled at him as he reached under the hem of the dress.  His exploring fingers didn't come in contact with silk but velvety soft, hairless skin between her legs.

"Mary!  You're not wearing panties."  He exclaimed.

"Really?"  She laughed playfully and said, "I wonder who took them?"

Mark couldn't remember when she seemed to be having so much fun, when she had been more playful.  He drove past the hotel, which he pointed out, as they passed it then turned left after a few blocks and into the small parking lot of the book store.  "Want to go in now or go back to the hotel first?"

"Oh, let's go in now.  I don't want to wait.  I've got to see for myself what this is all about."

There were three or four men scattered around the store when they entered.  Almost in unison they looked toward the couple and seemed to know the minute that a female had entered the usually all-male establishment.  Mark took Mary's sweating hand and led her through the red curtains and into the first vacant booth.  He sat down in the chair and pulled her down on his lap.  A ten-dollar bill was swallowed, the screen lit-up and his index finger hit the up arrow button almost simultaneously.   

For Mary, the screen was a blur as Mark scrolled to channel "80."  Then, before her eyes, she saw a very pretty blond sitting on the lap of a very handsome black man.  As the blond lifted up, several inches of the biggest penis Mary had ever seen were revealed.  It was glistening.  Mary couldn't clearly see the blond's face because she was kissing another black man with dread-locks while a third was sucking her breast.

Mark had been very clear in describing what he had seen during his previous two visits to this place but nothing could have prepared her for what she was viewing.  It took her breath away.

"Are you okay, baby?"  Mark asked.

"Ummmm Ummm," she mumbled.  Then she moved around on his lap indicating that she was fine.

Mark was erect and pressing between the cheeks of her ass.  His cock was struggling for freedom and honing in on a target that was separated only by the cloth of his trousers and shorts because her short skirt was rucked up to her waist leaving her ass and pussy bare.

They stayed in the booth until the money he had deposited ran out.  However, within a few minutes of entering the booth, Mary lifted up and pulled down the tab of his zipper.  She reached back and undid his belt buckle then skinned his trousers down.  She held his hard cock in her hand and as she sat back down she guided it directly to her soaking pussy.  Before the cheeks of her ass came to rest on his thighs, she experienced an intense orgasm, one that Meg Ryan couldn't have faked.

Mary watched as the three talented, handsome black men brought woman after woman to their own intense climaxes.  As Mark had told her, each episode ended with the camera zooming in on the woman's soaking, swampy vagina and anus.  Then, each would open their mouth showing a pool of semen puddled on her tongue before closing her mouth, swallowing every drop, then smiling at the camera and licking her lips.  

With each segment, Mary found herself getting hotter and hotter.  She couldn't imagine what it would take to quench her insatiable thirst for satisfaction.  Mark felt so good inside her.

She had to admit that the black men on the screen were turning her on.  She couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have one, two or all of the giant black penises inside her body.  She thought that she could almost feel what the women in the video seemed to be feeling as they were being fucked by the talented, handsome trio.

It was 8:30 when they finally left the bookstore.

"Well, what did you think of that?" Mark asked.

"It was a thousand times better than I thought it would be."  Leaning over, she gave him a wet sloppy kiss and said, "take me back to the hotel and make love to me all night."  Was her request as she threw her arms around him and began to lick his ear.


"Are you sure that's what you want to do?"

"I want to get fucked.  I need to get fucked."

Mark was sure that this was the very first time in her life that she had uttered that word.

"I know you do baby.  I know you do.  However, we don't have to go back to the hotel for you to get fucked."

She pulled away from him looked at him and said, "what do you mean?  Do you want to make love right here in the parking lot?"

"No baby, that's not exactly what I had in mind."

"What do you have in mind?" She asked so softly he could barely hear her.

"I've been busy making plans this afternoon.  Maybe I shouldn't have.  Anyway, when you said you would do anything, I took some steps . . . "

"What did you do?"

"Before I answer that, let me ask you again, did you really like the video, did you like the men in the video?"

"You know I did.  I came like a geyser.  If your pants were a lighter shade we couldn't have walked out until they dried.  Tell me what you have done Mark."

Before he could answer, his cell phone rang.  He pushed the talk button and said, "This is Mark Weaver."

"It's AJ," said the voice on the other end.  "Is your wife there?"

"Yes," was Mark's cryptic reply.

"Is everything cool?  We're all set here and the guys are really excited.  It's been a couple of months since we've done one of these.   Did you take her to see the series at the arcade?"

"Yes I did," Mark said trying to sound businesslike.

"Well, man what did she think?  Did she like it?"

"Oh yes, you could say that.  Can you call me back in ten minutes?"  Mark asked.

"Oh, I get it, you must be right in the middle of talking about it."

"That would be correct," Mark said.

"You got it brother, I'll call you back in ten.  And, oh Mark . . . good luck to you."  

"Who was that?"  Mary asked.

"I'll explain everything." He cleared his throat, caught his breath, took her hands in his and said, "I told you that the company that makes those videos is located near here.  I went over there today and met with them.  They are always looking for new women.  I described you to them and told them that you might be available.   They're there right now . . . I mean the three men . . . the ones in the video are there right now.  They're waiting for you."

"Is this what you want me to do?"  She looked at him and tried to pull the answer from his mouth with her pleading eyes.

"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do.  Those same three men, the ones that you've been watching for the last hour are waiting for you just a few minutes from here.  Should I drive over there?"

Mary didn't know what to say.  She was hotter than she had ever been in her life.  She knew that when she told Mark she would do anything, she thought something like this might happen.  When she shaved her pussy, painted her nails, bought the dress and flew without wearing panties for the first time that she was preparing for something new and different.  Was it this?  "Now what Mary?" She asked herself.  Then she asked Mark, "What do they know about me?"

"I showed AJ, I guess he runs the place, the wallet-size copy of your portrait.  He thought you were beautiful and pulled some strings to get the guys and the cameramen over there on short notice."

"Was that AJ who called you?"  She asked as she looked down.

"Yes, it was.  He said that they were all there waiting.  Earlier, he had told me that even though the edited episodes only lasted for ten or fifteen minutes on the screen it takes hours to film them."

"The men in the videos seemed . . . well, they seemed pretty big . . . I mean down there."

"You're right.  All of them are much bigger than average.  They're sure bigger than I am," he said honestly.

"I don't know if I could do what the women in the videos did.  Each seemed to take every inch at least in their vaginas and up their bottoms.  We've never done that much anal. I'm not sure I could even do it."

"Honey, no woman loves sex as much as you do.  I think you can do everything the other women did." Then, it dawned on him.  Her hesitation had nothing to do with the anatomical it had do with a lifetime on the right side of the tracks in Fargo.  So he asked her, "that's not really what's causing your reluctance is it?"  

"I guess not," she said sheepishly.  "What will happen to us?  I mean the safe life, the Fargo life, our church life?   I doubt that it could ever be the same if I did what those women did.  Maybe I would just become a sex addict.  Maybe I would be obsessed.  And, maybe I would come to hate myself and you for ever doing it.  Is that something we want to risk?"

"On the other hand,"  Mark said, "maybe, just maybe, you would love it and be able to control it. Maybe we would fly home with a lifetime of memories and our marriage, the sex part of it, stronger than ever.  I really don't think you would all of a sudden become a sex freak or anything like that.  You saw those women.  AJ told me that they're not professional actresses, they're women like you, it's a one time thing not a career in porn or anything like that."  He paused thinking of what to say next, then he said, "Mary you just may hate yourself and me if you don't do it.  If you pass up this once in a lifetime opportunity."

Before Mary could respond, Mark's cell phone rang again.

"So, what's the deal?" Asked AJ.

"We're still talking about it," said Mark, "hang on."  

He covered the mouthpiece and placed the phone in his lap.  "They want to know if we're coming over," he whispered.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do," she said, also lowering her voice.

"And Mary, like I told you, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do.  It seems as if we're going in circles.   Look baby, we're here.  You know what the men look like and what they would expect of you.  I sensed that you really want to do something wild for a change.  We can be there in just a few minutes.   Just say the word."

Mary was terrified but she bravely looked up at her husband, smiled and said, "the word."

Mark laughed, picked up the phone and said, "we're on our way."

They held hands but didn't say much as Mark drove with only his left hand on the steering wheel to AJ's.  Mary couldn't remember ever being more frightened in her life.  Mark couldn't believe that it was only two nights ago that he had walked into the bookstore for the first time and discovered channel "80."

Mary was biting her bottom lip as he pulled into the parking lot that had been empty when he was here earlier in the day.  Tonight there were several cars parked in front of the building.  All of cars but one were expensive late-model SUV's, including a yellow Hummer H2.  The other car was a bright red Dodge Viper.  The accountant in Mark caused him conclude that the Porn business must be very good.

"Hold on honey," Mary said as she reached in her purse, pulled out her compact and hair brush and turned on the vanity light over the passenger visor.  Within a minute she was finished.  She took a deep breath turned to her husband and asked.  "How do I look?"

"Good enough to eat," Mark said, trying to add a little levity to the heavy feeling that seemed to fill the car's interior.

As he opened the door for her and she swung her gorgeous legs outside, she wasn't sure that they could support her weight and even if they did, she wasn't so sure they could move to transport her the few feet to the door. They were like lead. Her long beautiful legs did hold her up and, somehow, they did cover the few feet to the door.  

Tonight the door was unlocked.  Inside the small reception room AJ was waiting for them.  "Wow! You must be Mary," he greeted.  "Mark showed me a photo of you earlier today but take it from me, it sure doesn't do you justice.  You're beyond gorgeous," he said as he took her in his big arms and gave her a kiss on each cheek.  "Come on back and meet the brothers," he said warmly.




A Load in Every Hole



Mark saw that Mary was blushing as they followed AJ into a large room.  There were chairs and couches in one corner.  In the opposite corner was a king-size bed facing a video camera on a tripod and lights on stands.   When Mary, Mark and AJ entered the room the five men sitting on the couches and in the chairs stood up.  AJ politely made the introductions.  "Guys may I introduce you to Mary and this is Mary's husband Mark.   Mary and Mark, this is Jake,"  he said as the very handsome, lighter skinned man that Mark and Mary had seen in the videos stepped forward.  He didn't hesitate to take Mary in his arms and kiss her.  However, Jake's lips didn't buss her cheeks but her own warm lips.  "And this is Sean," AJ said, indicating the bald very dark giant who took her from Jake's arms and held her and kissed her too.  "And, last but certainly not least, this is Ty."  The man with the now familiar dread locks claimed her for his brief moment and kissed her.  After each man had kissed his wife they turned to Mark, smiled and shook his hand.

"These other brothers are the cameramen," AJ said as he pointed gestured toward the two men, much younger than the others, without identifying them by name.  Mark assumed that Jake, Sean, Ty and even AJ were in their mid-thirties.  The cameramen must have been in their early twenties.  

"Now, let me explain how this series works," said AJ.   "We want to get off to a good start tonight. It's been pretty successful, the formula for the series I mean.  First, we like to take our time.  No rushing.  If everybody doesn't have a great time, then we're just like all of the other fuck films that are out there.  We want every guy, and especially you Mary because you will always be the center of the action, to have the best time you've ever had.  We want to capture the experience on video so that others can feel what you'll be feeling. Like I say, we take our time.  We don't rush it.  We want to have lots to choose from in the editing room.  It'll be hours before we're finished here tonight so everybody relax."

"I know that both of you have seen the series and so you know we don't use condoms," he said addressing Mary and Mark.  "The guys have been recently tested and Mark told me that neither of you are sleeping with others.  We usually require a test but I have a good feeling about you. Do you have any problem with no condoms Mary?   I mean the pregnancy thing, " he quickly added.

"No,  I can't get pregnant."  She didn't bother to explain that even though her church frowned on it, both she and Mark had decided to limit the size of their family.  Two children were all that they wanted.  Besides, they both hated condoms and she didn't want to take the pill so eighteen years ago she had her tubes tied.

"That's terrific sugar," said AJ.  "Now, let me continue.  What's worked best in the past is for us all to just relax, like I said.   We'll have a drink, smoke a joint, snort a line, whatever floats your boat.   Then we just sort of ease into it.   The most important thing is for Mary to get so hot that she wants every hole stuffed.  She looks so photogenic I think it will come right through the camera lens.   Most of the series have double and triple DP's that's double and triple penetrations.  I'm sure you saw the women with a cock in their cunts and another jammed up their asses and sometimes, one in her mouth.  A few gals have been able to take a double penetration in the pussy.  It's entirely up to you Mary these guys can give you anything you want. They're the best in the business.  However, if you don't like the way it's going at any time just call for a break and we can talk it over and work it out.  Any questions so far?"

"Not really," Mary said. 

"I guess I'm the director," AJ said.  "But on this set anyone can call ‘cut.'  If you have to go to the bathroom or for any other reason just tell me."  Then, he turned to Mark and Mary and asked "Can I get you something to drink?"

"I guess a coke would be okay, " Mary said.

"No, no sugar.  I mean champagne, a glass of wine, a martini or scotch something like that.  Not beer though because it makes you have to piss and this isn't a golden shower film," he said with a chuckle. 

The married white couple looked at each other.  They really had avoided drinking nearly all of their married life.  They hated it when their friends got sloppy drunk at parties and they had even stopped going to parties where alcohol was the primary attraction.  Tonight, however, was different.  It was Mark who said, "a couple of glasses of champagne would be nice."

"You got it, two bubblies coming right up," said AJ.

Chapter 6

The bubbles tickled her nose but the drink was more needed than she realized.  She was about to jump right out of her skin.  By the time that half of the glass was empty she was feeling a light buzz because she wasn't used to even mild alcohol.

She felt an arm snake around her waist, turned and saw Jake.  "How are you doing baby?" He asked smiling down at her, their faces just inches apart.  His warm breath smelled of the scotch he had been drinking.

"The champagne seems to help a little," she said.

He held her chin in his hand tilted it up and placed his thick lips on hers.  This time, however, he didn't stop as he had when they had been introduced.  He worked his mouth and her mouth until her lips were parted and his tongue snaked inside, exploring, touching her tongue, sliding over her smooth white teeth, tasting the remnants of her champagne.  Someone took her champagne glass from her hand before she dropped it.  Then, she felt someone else standing behind her pressing against her ass and then cupping her heaving breasts.  A different pair of lips were placing tiny kisses on her ear and gently blowing warm air into it.

What Mark was observing was more than he had ever imagined.  Last night, the night before and earlier tonight he had watched these same three men work over other women.  Now it was his wife who was succumbing to their lovemaking talents.  He saw her writhe and hold tightly onto Jake.  When the long kiss ended Jake smiled down at her and stepped back.  Somehow, Sean picked her up as if she were as light as a feather and carried her like a baby in his arms to the bed in the opposite corner of the room.  The cameramen were already in place and the bed was now flooded with bright lights.

Mary was covering her eyes with her forearm.  Her short skirt was bunched up, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy to the eyes of the seven men in the room and the two camera lenses that would allow countless thousands of others to see what they were witnessing first hand.  In a few seconds the three men were naked.  Mark thought their cocks were far bigger and more menacing in person than they had seemed in the videos.  

AJ came over to him, put his arm on Mark's shoulder and said, "don't worry man.  She's going to be just fine.  It's up to you if you want to watch.  Most husbands don't but there are some who do."  

"Thanks.  I think I'll stick around," said Mark.

"Suit yourself.  Grab a chair and keep out of the way of the action and the cameramen."

In a flash Mary's dress was off.  Except for her shoes, watch and wedding rings she was naked.  Jake seemed to have drawn the assignment to make love to her mouth with his.  Sean had the pleasure of working on her breasts, at least for this round, and Ty was placing tiny kisses on her tummy, up and down her thighs, teasing and avoiding contact with her wet pussy.

From where Mark sat on a folding chair, he could see how wet her pussy was.  He hadn't cum in her in the video booth but he took pride, and some degree of credit, in contributing to her aroused state.  She kept lifting her bottom off the bed trying to bring it in contact with Ty's teasing mouth.  The black man with the dread-locks didn't tease her for long.  He took pity and knelt between her splayed thighs, hooked her legs over his broad shoulders, placed his thumbs on her freshly shaved pink lips just long enough for the hand-held camera to get to within a foot her pussy and clinching asshole.  Then, Ty dove in and began the processes of discovering every nook, every cranny, her nub, peehole, taint and her crinkly asshole.  He used his fingers, his lips his teeth--very gently of course-- and even his chin.  He was bringing her to a nonstop orgasm that seemed to reach higher and higher heights as he performed his magic on her willing body. 

While Ty was attending to her bottom, Jake stopped kissing her and knelt over her head.  He took his enormous erect cock in his hand and bounced it on her face to get her attention.   She knew exactly what he wanted.  She turned her head toward him and placed tiny kisses along the length of his shaft.  She cupped his balls and then took the large head inside her wet mouth.  Mark knew that she was running her tongue around the cornea while at the same time gently sucking the huge head.

Sean was a master at breast manipulation.  Mark had no doubt at all that even if Ty wasn't working between her legs, Sean could have gotten her off by what he was doing with his hands and his mouth to the breasts that had nursed both of their children.  He was pinching, tweaking, sucking and gently biting each nipple.  With his hands, he massaged each hemisphere.  He was masterful and knew it.  Each member of the team, as Mark had come to think of them, were experts at what they were doing.

Mark found himself watching the monitors, one for the camera on the tripod and one for the hand-held, rather than the live action on the bed not ten feet from where he was sitting.  It was surreal.  The same actors that he had gotten to know in the video booth were with a new a different woman.  This woman seemed to crave more of what the men were doing for her than those he had seen on the screen in the small booths.  He saw that Mary was perspiring.  She was giving as much as she was receiving.  She obviously wanted more.

Ty lifted his wet face from her crotch and the hand-held camera came in for a close-up of her soaking vagina then it focused on his wet face.  He was smiling from ear to ear.  Then the camera dropped down to his cock that was oozing precum and throbbing.  Ty knee-walked back between her legs, aimed his cock at Mary's opening and fell forward buried to the hilt.  Mary stopped sucking Jake just long enough to announce her first orgasm brought about by the insertion of a penis other than Mark's.  "I'm cummmmmmming, she screamed. 

Ty's cock was the first to enter her receptive pussy that night--technically it was the second because Mark had entered her in the video booth--but Ty's certainly wasn't the last.  Within the hour, both Sean and Jake had the pleasure of plumbing her vaginal depths.  The men had stamina and control that Mark couldn't have dreamed of.  The edited videos that lasted for 10 or 15 minutes didn't show how long the black cocks had to stay erect.  Mark knew that he would have cum within a few minutes and been out of commission for more than an hour.  Not these veterans of porn.  Their job was to make her cum and only at the very end cum themselves as deeply inside her body as possible.  They were doing their jobs very well.

Neither Mary nor any of the men called for a break.  AJ did after more than an hour and a half of solid fucking and sucking.  He tossed each man a towel and Mary a terry cloth

robe.  Mark walked to the bed and helped her slip the robe on.  She was soaked in perspiration. The brown tendrils were stuck to her head.  She looked like she had run a marathon.  Then Mark realized that in some way she had completed a marathon.  He saw that her swollen breasts were blotchy, the lipstick she had so carefully applied in the car was now gone and she smelled of sex.

Her legs were wobbly as Mark and AJ carefully helped her to her feet.   When she stood, AJ handed her another glass of champagne that she consumed in a single gulp.  She held the glass out for a refill.  

"How are you doing honey?" Mark asked.

"Oh, I'm fine." She wouldn't look him in the eye.

Mark would have none of that.  He faced her, held her chin up forcing her to look at him and said, "really Mary, how are you doing, both physically and emotionally?"

"Physically?  I guess I've just experienced what few women in the world ever get a chance to experience. Thank you for that.  Emotionally?  I can't say right now.  I know were not through for the night. You'll have to ask me that question at the hotel or when we get back home, I can't answer it now."

"That's okay baby you don't have to."

AJ said, "do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"Yes please," she said demurely.

Mark saw them walk through the door that he knew led to the reception area.

At the door to the restroom AJ said.  "Mary you've been just great, the best ever . . . and, no, I don't say that to all the girls.  How are you holding up?"

"Like I told Mark, I'm fine, I really am.  The guys are terrific."

"They're the best.  But, so are you baby.   Look, you're new at this.  The next session will be a little rougher than what you've been doing.  The anal is coming up and double penetration.  Because this is being filmed with extreme closeups and because one or more of the guys will come inside your ass you might want to have an enema before we go any further.   If you do, we have some fleet enemas on the shelf in the bathroom."

"AJ," she said.  "Would you be a dear and have Mark bring me my purse?  I want to freshen up."

Mark caught up with her and handed her the purse.

"This is really getting embarrassing," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, AJ just reminded me that the next session will include anal.  He suggested that I might want to have an enema before we start again."

"I think you just told me more than I wanted to know."  Mark hadn't given any thought to the practical aspects of the videos he had seen and taken for granted.  Now he was learning, first hand--well second hand actually-- some of the tricks of the trade.

She glanced around the small bathroom and saw a full length mirror, a vanity table with a hair dryer and a shower.  The bathroom obviously served as a dressing room for AJ's actresses.   As she stood in front of the mirror, Mary reflected on what had happened to her since she met her husband at the airport.  If anyone would have told her that she would fuck and suck three different black men in a porno studio, after fucking her husband in a video booth while watching the same men she had been fucking, she would have declared that person to be insane.  Yet, that is exactly what happened.  And, here she was eagerly preparing for more.  

Mary, the conservative mom.  A conservative mom whose pussy was aching for even more black cock, she had to acknowledge.  Mary, the hospital volunteer who wore the starched pink dresses.   A hospital volunteer who was about to clean out her insides making them fastidious for the close-up camera so that black cocks could go where only her husbands had been before, deep inside her ass.  Mary, the heretofore faithful wife.  A faithful wife who knew, and knew that her husband knew, that soon the black men would fill her bodily orifices with the hot semen that was boiling in their balls.  Mary, who had been a virgin when she met her husband to be.  A virgin, except for her husband and who had never been with another man until she walked into this building.   A virgin who soon would suck a black cock until she felt it ready to explode.   A virgin who knew that she couldn't take the cock out of her mouth, as she always did when she sensed her husband was about to cum.  A virgin who couldn't spit out what would soon be deposited in her oral cavity and would end up in her stomach.  Mary, who couldn't wait for it all to happen. 

She was in the bathroom for nearly half an hour.  When she walked back into the room where the men were waiting, she looked like an angel.  She hadn't bothered belting the robe and it flowed behind her as she approached the men.  Her hair was dry and beautifully coiffed once again.  Her makeup was perfect.  Her skin glowed and she smelled of the fragrance of her perfume, not sweat and sex.

Ty had been smoking a joint.  As she approached the group, he took a deep toke, held it in his mouth and walked over to Mary.  He kissed her and blew the acrid smoke in her mouth, placed his hand over her mouth and told her to inhale.  When he moved his hand, she coughed a little and he asked, "How was that baby?"

"I'm not sure, you caught me by surprise.  It wasn't bad, I just don't know if it was good."

AJ said,  "is everyone ready to resume?"

The men slipped off their towels and Mary dropped the robe that really wasn't covering anything but her ass anyway.  The three men, Mary and the two cameramen went back to the positions they were in when AJ called for the break.

If it were possible, thought Mark, she seemed even hotter than she had been before.  None of the men had come yet and so it didn't take much for them to become stone hard again.  A touch, a kiss, a feel from Mary was all that it took.  Sean fucked her pussy while Ty stuck his cock in her mouth.  She came almost instantly.

Every person in the room knew what was coming next.   Sean put the tip of his finger in her ass and moved it in and out and around.  Then, he added another.  Mark saw Mary wince when the two long black fingers were pushed in deeper and deeper.  "Get on your knees baby," Sean directed.

He placed the tip of his cock at her opening and gently pushed forward until the head plopped in.  It was being squeezed by her sphincter that was trying to reject the gargantuan intruder.  "Relax baby," said Sean.  Jake and Ty gently touching her but didn't interfere with Sean's efforts.  He pushed forward and an inch or two of his shaft was engulfed in her rectum.  Then he began to move.  With each in stroke, he sunk a fraction more of his huge cock in her body until there wasn't any more to sink in.

Mark saw on the monitor that Sean had brought her to two more climaxes as he pushed into her.

Then, Sean rolled over on his back with Mary laying on top of him and his cock buried deep inside her.  The hand-held cameraman moved in as close as he could.  Mark saw on the screen that Mary's vagina and stuffed ass filled the screen.  Soon Jake's back blocked the image as he crawled between her legs.  Then, he too was buried deep inside Mary, deep inside her sopping vagina.  The men moved in unison and she climaxed in a way she never had before.  She had never been so stuffed.  Two thick black cocks were sawing in and out of her body, exciting and stimulating nerve endings she didn't know she possessed.  To make the picture complete, Ty placed his cock in her mouth.

Mark noticed a new intensity in the men.  During the first session they had been holding back.  This time there was no pacing, they were moving vigorously, it was almost like an athletic event, thought Mark.  From seeing so many episodes of the series he knew that the four bodies were communicating without speaking.  Urging each other to finish.  Sean's and Jake's shafts were soaked with Mary's juices that they were pumping out of her.  Ty's cock was soaked with her saliva.  Then they were there.  It may have been Sean who stiffened first, or it may have been Jake, it was hard to tell but the other wasn't far behind.  Suffice it to say, they both came violently at the same time.  Mary's toes curled and she clawed Jake's back with her red finger nails.  All four lay quietly for a few minutes in a heap.

It was Jake who withdrew first.  When his penis left the wet warmth of Mary's cunt it gaped open but not for long.  Then, Sean withdrew from her ass.  The camera zoomed in and captured the semen from the two black men as it oozed out of her freshly fucked orifices mingled and pooled on the rumpled white sheet.  This was the shot that had so fascinated Mark the first time that he saw it.  But none that he had seen could compare with this shot.  Mary ran her fingers along her slit and coated them with the ejaculate of the men.  Her wedding band and engagement ring sparkled on her gooy finger.  




A Load in Every Hole



Then, the focus was on her mouth.  She smiled opened it wide and let the camera see the pool of semen on her pink tongue that Ty had deposited.  Then, she closed her mouth, gulped, then opened it again and Ty's cum was gone.

The men were exhausted.  Mary was laying on the bed catching her breath with her eyes closed when Mark saw that Ty, Jake and Sean had left the room.

AJ came over to him and said, "She's really something.  I never do this but . . . I was wondering . . . I mean . . . "

"If you want a piece, AJ, it's okay with me but it's up to Mary.  You'll have to ask her."

The cameramen were putting away their equipment when AJ sat on the bed and said, "Mary, you were absolutely great.  You drained dry the three most in-demand actors in the business.  They told me to tell you that you were the best."  Then, he started making little circles on her breast and said, "I was wondering . . . I mean if you're not too tired . . ."

"Are you saying you want to fuck me too, AJ?"  She asked, then smiled at him.

"Yeah and . . . I don't know exactly how to say this . . . this is the first time but . . . you know the cameramen got all worked up tonight too."

"So, I guess you're asking me if I'm ready for another trio of black men."

"I guess I am," AJ said.

"You only live once," said Mary with resignation.

Mark waited another hour and a half as the two young black men and AJ did about everything that Jake, Sean and Ty had done.  They didn't leave the building until nearly one in the morning.

Before they left, AJ gave Mark back his travelers checks and handed him five one-hundred dollar bills.  Then he explained that it would be a couple of weeks before the editing was completed and the Video distributed.  

Then he said, "this is just one of our extreme video series.  We also have a series called Gangbang Girls.  Not every woman is suited for those but I think you might be, Mary.  Anyway.  If you're interested, let me know.  The shooting usually takes all day so we do it on a weekend. Sometimes we've had twenty men, of course, all of them are black."

On the drive back to the hotel Mark said, "what do you think of AJ's offer?"

Mary smiled, stretched like a cat and said, "I'll do whatever you want me to."