0 comments/ 24017 views/ 0 favorites Harry's By: jacksgirl What a week! It seemed like I had no time to spare for days. Work was crazy. Well, ok, home was peaceful and quiet. Too peaceful and quiet lately. Friday right before quitting time, my friend Kara called me. "Hey, Cathie, come to Harry's with us. It's been forever since you've been out with the gang." "Oh, I don't know, Kara, I'm not much in the mood for partying." "Who said we're partying? Just a few drinks to unwind, maybe some Bar Food!" Haha, Bar Food is a private joke with Kara. "Well, I don't know. I guess." "You don't have to sound so enthusiastic, Cathie. We're not that bad for company." "I know, Kara, I'll be there." When I walked into Harry's, I knew this was a mistake. Everyone looked way too boisterous, and happy for my mood. "Hey, Cathie, Over here!" Kara and the gang were waving me over to their table. "How's everybody? I'll go get a drink and be right back." I couldn't believe it. I approached the crowded bar and there sat Ted. I didn't really want to stand by him, but it was the only open spot where I could get close enough to the bar to get a drink. "Hi, Cathie." "Hi, Ted." "Wait one minute. After all the time we've been together and the way you broke my heart, you're just going to say, hi, Ted. Like I'm a complete stranger?!?" "The way You broke My heart? Listen, Honey, I cried for days and still haven't pulled myself out of the doldrums. So don't make it sound like it was all my fault." "What was your fault? I don't even know why you won't accept my calls or see me anymore. I don't recall splitting up, Cathie. You just disappeared out of my life, and I still don't know why." "OH, you guys are all the same. Run around with any skirt you pick up and then can't figure out why I 'disappeared'. And by the way, I haven't gone anywhere." "Well, you wouldn't accept my calls or call me back. What was I supposed to think?" "That you can date beautiful women behind my back and that's going to just be ok? Please, Ted, I don't want to talk about this anymore." I picked up my bottle of beer and started to turn around. He grabbed my arm. "Cathie, we Are going to talk about this some more until you tell me what I did." "I saw you having dinner with that beautiful woman." "I don't know who you're talking about…wait, you mean Gail?" "Whatever. You told me you had to work late, and then I saw you with her, and I just couldn't take it. If you had a Date, you could've at least told me instead of making up the 'I have to work' line." "Cathie, having dinner with Gail Was working late. She's an important client who just happened to be in town. Seeing her is Part of my work." I didn't have an answer and was afraid anything I said would sound petty or foolish, so I just pulled my arm from him and walked back to the table. "What's up with Ted, Cathie? He doesn't look to happy, and you look miserable." "Oh, Kara, why are men so stupid?" "If you figure that one out, let me know. We'll tell all the women of the world and be famous." "Yeah, but then the men won't want anything to do with us." "DARN" we said in unison. Kara really is a lot of fun. After a couple hours of drinking and laughing, I had to go and find some food. Not bar food, either, but something resembling supper. I walked out to my car, and damn it! There's Ted leaning against my car. "You shouldn't really drive, Cathie, you've had too many drinks." "Yeah, well so what, you're not my designated driver." "I'm making myself exactly that. Give me your keys." "Damn it, Ted, what's with you tonight? I don't see you for weeks and now all of a sudden you're everywhere." He didn't even qualify that with a remark, just pried the keys out of my hand, led me to his car and opened the door for me. I didn't mean to, but just sitting there in his car brought back so many memories. And all good ones. The loneliness just washed over me and I started crying. Not the loud obnoxious crying, the quiet sad kind. "Cathie, I don't want to lose you, but Gail is a client, and I'm going to have to see her on occasion. And it Is part of my work. And you shouldn't be jealous when you know how I feel about you." "I'm sorry, Ted, I saw you with her, and I just couldn't stand it. I thought that it was just a shitty way to dump me." "No, Cathie, hiding from me and ignoring me was shitty on your part. You wouldn't even let me explain." We drove awhile in silence. "Wait a minute! I don't want to go to your place!" "Well, you don't have a car, so you'll be safer at my place. Besides, now that I have you with me again, I don't intend to let you go that easy." He let me out and we walked to the door. Ah…walking into his living room was almost like coming home. Everything was just as I remembered it. And his smell was everywhere…."Why don't you take a quick shower while I fix us some supper?" Oh, it was nice to be with a man who knows me so well. I always want a shower at the end of a long day. When I stepped out, I thought I'd heard him talking quietly, as I towel dried and brushed out my long brown hair. "I have no clothes here anymore and I don't want to put on the dirty ones." "So, stay naked." All right, I enjoy being naked and Ted is so comfortable to be around, I thought nothing else about it. I sat at the kitchen table while he cooked. Just as he was putting food on the table, there was a knock at the door. "Go get that honey, it's ok that you're naked. If I don't care, no one else should." Well, I'd had a few drinks, but this was slowly starting to feel like the twilight zone or something. I opened the door and it was the woman I'd seen him with. She was elegantly dressed in a tailored pant suit, and held out her hand. "You must be Cathie. I'm Gail." "Ah, yes, uh, won't you come in." For a moment I'd forgotten I was naked, but then tried to cover my breasts. "Don't cover them, they're lovely." "Thank you." We walked through the living room and Ted was there putting three plates on the table. "Thanks for coming over on such short notice, but there's been a misunderstanding and I wanted you two to meet." "That's fine, Ted. I'm happy to oblige. Oh, spaghetti! And I'm so hungry." We all sat down. You'd think it would be awkward for me to sit there naked with two people fully dressed, and it was. For about a minute. Then, since it wasn't an issue, I was able to forget about it and relax. I am not a prude about my body, and I Know Ted loves my tits. They're large and lovely and hang down with just the right weight to them. I stole a glance at Gail's chest and happily noted hers were very small. Ok, I'm starting to feel better already. We chatted, they a little bit about work, and asked about mine. I explained the abbreviated version to Gail. Then as we were nearing the end of the meal, we all got up to load the dishwasher and clear off the table, and make coffee. They went into the living room and Ted asked if I'd bring their coffee when I come. When I walked in, Gail was sitting in the middle of the couch, and he was in the chair to the left of her. They set their cups on the end tables, and I suddenly noticed the coffee table in front of the couch was bare. "I was just telling Gail how much you appreciate a good spanking and that after your behavior of late, how you certainly deserve one. Since, however, you've been less than happy with me, it would maybe mean so much more if she were to administer it for me." I didn't know what to say, so said nothing. He continued, "Lie on the coffee table, Cathie. Gail, lift up the couch cushion, the paddle is right underneath." Well, now, it really does have the surreal feeling to it, as I'm lying length wise on the coffee table, Ted is holding my hands and Gail has the wooden paddle in her hand. "The problem is that Cathie has yet to trust me. So, I think we need to teach her some trust. And to understand that I have her own best interests at heart. Ok, Gail, whenever you'd like, you may begin." If I thought she would not have a heavy hand with a paddle, I was sadly mistaken. I swear, she hit harder than would've been totally necessary, but Ted didn't stop her. He just held my hands, and stroked the side of my face, brushing the hair out of my eyes and talking to me softly. He was telling me that I'm going to move in and stay with him and that I'm going to have to come to terms with having Gail around once in a while. I agreed to everything of course, and though the spanking didn't last all that long, I was sobbing. She put the paddle back under the couch cushion and he suggested I go to the bathroom and pull myself together. I did so, and hearing them in the bedroom, went to join them. Ted sat up on the bed with his back to the headboard and asked me to undress Gail. Which I did. I really did like her. She wasn't bitchy or condescending. And she agreed with him that I have the most luscious breasts. She asked if she could kiss them and fondle them, and Ted said, "Yes, go ahead." So she was kneeling in front of me as I stood and looked at Ted. She suckled, kissed and pinched my nipples. She had those finely manicured nails and could use them to pinch at will. Though that was a really nice sensation. Then Ted said, "Ok, Gail, time to turn around here and suck my cock." She turned and crept toward him, pulling his hardened cock to her mouth. I glanced over at the night stand and knew there's an assortment of toys in that drawer. I pulled out a nice long dildo, the thick one, and slathered it with KY, keeping some jelly on my left fingertips. I knelt next to her and I think Ted was reading my mind, cos he said, "That's it, baby, that's exactly what she needs." I slathered some of the jelly around and into her ass hole, positioned the dildo right at the entrance and shoved it in there. I let it set for a moment while she was moaning and hesitated in her sucking. "Don't stop, Gail, until I tell you to stop." She resumed her sucking with increased vigor and I shoved the dildo in deeper, then pulled it out and shoved it in some more. I did this over and over while I could tell from Ted's reaction, he was going to come soon. "Ok, Gail, you may stop and sit over to the side while I fuck Cathie." She backed up and Ted pulled me to him, rolled me over and stuck his big hard cock into my cunt. OH, it felt so good. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Gail sitting back on her heels, the dildo still sticking out of her ass. Ok I haven't had any cock in me since Ted's a few weeks ago and it felt so good. It really felt good to be in his arms as we both came. "Cathie," he said quietly, "I still have to take care of Gail." Ok, I figured he meant fuck her, but he got up and took her hand and helped her up. They walked to the bathroom where she wordlessly knelt in the bathtub. I followed behind Ted, not knowing what to expect, but he knew exactly what she was doing. I put my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't sound too naïve, but he was holding his cock in front of her and proceeded to pee all over her. She held a hand to shield her eyes, but other than that, he covered her whole body with his piss, and she just sat there gratefully accepting it. She shivered with delight and I swear, she was having an orgasm at the same time! "Ok, Gail, take a quick shower and you can go." "Yes, sir." He led me back to the living room couch, where I was sitting on his lap and we were kissing and he was pulling me close, nuzzling into my breasts. She came through fully dressed and said, "Good night, you two." We didn't even say good bye since he was kissing me as she left and shut the door. Harry's Bar By Oldfarticus (formerly Dom) I checked the answering machine as soon as I walked in the door and the first message told me I had fucked up big time. I was supposed to have met my wife up at Harry's Pub two hours ago! The message was short and not so sweet -- get my own damn supper and pick her up at Harry's at 9 sharp! She and Maggie were going to catch an early movie then dinner and a few drinks while I found my way out of the house. Shit! Yes, I had screwed up, but the idea that she and that bimbo friend of hers were going to be dissecting me over dinner and margaritas was really pissing me off! Well, I had talked my way out of deeper shit before and my wheels were turning now. I would get to Harry's first and be waiting with roses and a great story -- it works every time. I was a little surprised when I got to the parking lot. There were only about five or six cars and Maggie's Jeep was already there. So much for beating them to Harry's. I guessed the movie must have sucked and they were already inside. I hoped I got to them before Hillary had hit the sauce too hard -- she really wasn't too logical after a drink or two and that would be BAD for me. As usual, Harry barely had enough light in the place to walk around and my eyes hadn't adjusted yet. He was behind the bar and flagged me down. He slid a cold one down the bar; "first one's on me." "Are Hillary and Maggie already here?" "Oh yeah! They've been here for over an hour. I wouldn't have given you a plugged nickel for your ass if you had come in here awhile ago." I nodded my head as I knocked back the brew, "how's the weather now?" "I think I covered you pretty good -- I brought them a round of drinks with a note from you." "From me?" "Yeah, I had one of your cards and I wrote on the back like I've seen you do. Your note said you got a call and had to leave. You also told them to have dinner and drinks on you and you would be here after 9." "That was brilliant Harry! Did they buy it?" "Not until Mable dropped off the single rose 'you' had left for Hillary." I grinned and slipped him a couple of 20s and left another for Mable. He handed me another drink, "well, you're not suppose to be here for a little bit, why not slip back into my private room and enjoy a steak and another drink. The game's on and that will give them a little more cooling off time." By the time I settled into one of his big chairs, my eyes had finally adjusted to his dungeon lighting. Looking through Harry's one-way glass, I finally spotted Hillary and Maggie at a booth by the pool table. They had already eaten and, from what I could see, had been through about four drinks each. Neither of them hold their booze that well and I knew I could sell my story big time now -- especially since Harry had provided my cover. I just kicked back and relaxed. Just then, Maggie picked up her purse, patted my wife on the cheek and waved as she left. Hillary was just sitting in the booth, playing with the rose, and nursing her drink -- without the bitch from Hell, I was home free. A couple of young guys came in and started to shoot a little pool and Hillary turned to watch. The drinks had made my prim little wife a little on the careless side. Her pose wasn't very "lady-like" as her skirt had slipped up a bit and was showing a fair amount of leg. She had also forgotten her rule about keeping her knees together in public. Each time she moved, I could see a little further up her dress. That's when I realized the guy bending over for his shot was actually just staring up my wife's skirt. At first, I started to rush out, then I laughed. My wife has never "flashed" anyone in her entire life and now this young guy was openly watching her and she was too potted to know it. I called Harry over, "you've gotta see this. That guy is staring up my wife's dress hoping to see pussy. All he's gonna see is pantyhose and ironclad white cottons! Hillary is always dressed to the teeth!" Harry reached over and aimed one of his security cameras at my wife, "maybe, maybe not. Take a look at her shopping bag." Tucked neatly at my wife's feet was a Victoria's Secret shopping bag. "They were both carrying those bags when they got here." Just then, the players took a break for another beer and, as one left the room, Hillary accidentally kicked over her bag and out fell a pair of wadded up pantyhose and her "sensible" white cotton panties. The guy walked over and bent down to help my wife. Harry flipped on a speaker so that we could hear them talking. "Here, let me do that." He stuffed the pantyhose back into the bag, but held Hillary's white panties up and looked them over. We could see my wife turning red. "What is a fine woman like you doing with these?" She giggled and grabbed for the panties, "those are my work clothes, give them back now!" He laughed as he handed them over, "Well, since you're not at work, what are you wearing now? It looks like you've been doing some shopping." Harry tapped me on the shoulder; "maybe you ought to get out there. Larry nails every gal he looks at." I looked back at him, "not this time -- Hillary has to be behind closed doors with all the lights off before I get my semi-monthly fuck." "Well, I would put money on him." Grinning, I asked, "How much?" "20 bucks!" I sneered, "make it interesting if you're going to say that!" "OK, $200 says he'll be done and gone before you're supposed to arrive at 9. If I'm putting up that much money, you can't interfere before 9!" I knew that I had screwed Hillary last night and she wouldn't be ready for sex for another two weeks or more, "you're on!" Harry flipped on a VCR as his camera and mike brought our attention back to the poolroom. We hear Hillary stammer her answer, "I'm meeting my husband here at 9 and my friend talked my into going into that shop." "Well, I'm sure that hubby will love whatever you bought." "That's none of your business." To our surprise, the dude backed off, "I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to insult you! But, speaking strictly for myself, I know I would love to see you in anything from Victoria's Secret. I just thought your husband might like it too." He continued, "please let me buy you another drink as an apology. Maybe we can start again. My name's Larry." When Hillary didn't protest fast enough, he waved Mable over and ordered a couple more drinks. Larry slipped into the booth beside my wife and they started talking. As they sat and sipped their drinks, although I noticed that my wife's skirt was still well above her knees, she turned aside his every attempt to talk about anything sexy. My $200 looked pretty safe to me. Just then, the second guy came back into the poolroom. My wife's new "friend" leaned over to her, "That guy's been taking me every game tonight. I've lost a small fortune to him. I sure would like to beat him at least once." Hillary's speech was a little slurred, "aren't you good enough to beat him?" "Not really and he's really rubbing it in. Say, I've got an idea! Maybe you could help me!" "I don't know anything about pool." "Well, that's not what I had in mind. When you knocked over your shopping bag and those panties fell out, I nearly tripped over myself. I have to admit that knocked me out! I couldn't help myself - I watched you like a hawk hoping to see more than a little leg." My wife's eyes narrowed, "So that's what brought you over here. What's that got to do with pool?" "My buddy has a real eye for a woman with great legs and he was already watching you. If he's beating me again, when he gets ready to shoot, could you wiggle around in your seat just a bit and kick that bag over again? If those panties fell out, he'd go nuts and screw up his game." Before Hillary could answer, he continued, "If you help me out, I'll pick up the tab for all the food and drinks you and your husband have tonight." I nearly fell over as my wife looked around the room and saw that no one else was around. "Well, OK. I'll try your silly idea." It was almost halfway through the game before Hillary caught the guy peeking at her as he was trying to shoot. She slowly wiggled around and stretched over the table to get her pocketbook. When she did, the hem of her skirt barely covered her bottom. His shot nearly went into the next room. I could have sworn I heard her giggle when she saw his reaction. As she settled back into the booth, her skirt was still pushed fairly high and she was showing a lot of leg. However, each time either of the two players tried to move to a "better" view up her skirt, my wife closed her legs or pivoted slightly as she toyed with her drink. She was really getting into teasing both of them. The game finally resumed in earnest and Hillary's new friend was about to lose his ass one more time. Just as the critical shot was about to be made, she "accidentally" tipped over the Victoria's Secret bag and let her panties and pantyhose spill out one more time. Naturally, the guy blew the shot and Larry had one more chance to win. Unfortunately, he was also trying to get a good look and missed his shot too. Before he came back for a second chance at the winning shot, the second guy wanted to get another beer. He knew he was on a roll and wanted to rub it in. My wife's friend came over to her, "I've got over $1000 riding on his next shot, you've got to do something else to help me." Hillary looked very perplexed, "What can I do? He's seen all of my tricks and I don't think he'll go for the 'panty in the bag' routine again." He grinned, "He actually hasn't seen anything has he? I know I haven't and I've been trying too." "I couldn't do that. That wasn't part of our deal." "Well, maybe not, but I'll add another $200 if you'll help me one more time." Hillary's mental wheels grabbed that money and had it spent even before she smiled, "I'll see what I can do!" By the time shooter #2 returned, Hillary was nursing her drink and idly toying with the hem of her skirt as she was "lost" in thought. As she turned to watch his last shot, my wife's legs opened wider and wider and her finger slowly pushed her skirt higher and higher. At the precise moment he began his stroke, Hillary reached over for her drink and "accidentally" opened her legs even wider so that all of us were treated to a full view of sheer, flame-red panties. My wife's pussy was on full display to two strangers -- not to mention me and Harry's camera and VCR. Predictably, the ball went wide of its mark and my wife slammed her knees together and yanked her skirt down. This time, Hillary's friend sunk his shot and scooped up his winnings as the other fellow threw down his cue and left. Harry slapped me on the shoulder, "Get your money ready my friend, he's still got almost 45 minutes left on our bet and he's already seen your wife's pussy!" "That was greed, not lust! Didn't you see how she snapped those legs together? A 30 second flash of pussy isn't going to win the bet for you!" "We'll see! How about another drink while we wait for him to plug her?" I didn't know that Harry had instructed Mable to put a "reserved" sign on his back room so no one else would drop in on Larry and my wife. We turned back to watch as Larry walked over to my wife's booth, "Well, THANK YOU! That last little stunt did the trick! Here's your $200 and another $100 to cover your dinner and drinks." My wife was still cherry red, but she still scooped up the money and slipped it into her purse. "I really didn't think I could do that!" Larry grinned at her, "With a body like yours, you need to dump those white cottons and pantyhose for good! Those were fantastic panties -- we could see absolutely everything! As a matter of fact, I think you enjoyed it!" "Oh No, I couldn't ...." "Oh Yes! From what I could see, those little panties are soaking wet!" "Maybe I was a 'little' excited, but that was all!" "Yeah right! I guess that's why your nipples are about to poke a hole in your blouse! I'm betting that your bra matches the panties and I think that's fantastic! If you husband doesn't screw you to the wall tonight, it will be a real shame." It must have been the booze, but before she thought, my wife answered, "Oh No! We had sex last night and I just can't do that twice in a row?" "Why not? You're a hot looking woman and that dripping pussy of yours wants attention real BAD!" "Momma always told me that a woman keeps control in a house by keeping her knees together. All I have to do to get my way about anything is to let my husband make love to me. If he can do it anytime, it'll get boring to him." Larry had already moved over next to my wife in the booth, "Well, that might be true for him, but aren't you horny as hell right now?" Before she could answer, Larry started slowly rubbing her leg with his hand. Harry and I could see him gently bunching her skirt up and more and more of my wife's legs come into view. "Don't you like the feel of my hand on your thigh? Doesn't it send a tingle right to your twat?" Hillary was shaking her head and put her hand on his to push it away but he just leaned in and started nibbling gently on her neck and earlobes. My tipsy wife was shaking now and pulled her hand back to pull his head even tighter to her neck. Larry's hand was busy as he continued to push her skirt higher and higher as he stoked her inner thigh. Seconds later, those magic panties were in plain view once again. Larry was right, they were soaking wet and Hillary's damp pussy hair was matted against the sheer material. His fingers were sliding across her panties and gently probing my wife's cunt. We could hear her labored breathing and she exploded in an orgasm. Larry was showing no mercy now and pulled the wispy material to her ankles. He slowly spread my wife's legs, totally exposing her gaping pussy. He fell to his knees and began to kiss his way up Hillary's legs until his face was buried in her twat and he was happily lapping pussy and my wife was squirming in lust! He raised up and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Her new bra did match those discarded red panties and her nipples were absolutely rigid as he played with first one, then the other. He pushed my wife's bra aside and sucked a bud while he tweaked the other with his fingers. Harry tapped me on the shoulder as he zoomed the camera in for a closer view. We had been so fascinated with Larry's pussy eating and playing with my wife's tits that we had not noticed that his jeans were down and a raging cock was rubbing over Hillary's cunt. Harry held out his hand for his money as Larry slid his dick into my wife's slippery channel and started smoothly pumping for all he was worth. He was fucking my wife silly in the back room of a bar when I couldn't even nail her in our own bed! That's when something else hit me -- he wasn't wearing a rubber! It seemed like an eternity before he slammed balls deep one last time as his cock poured blast after blast of hot cum deep into my wife's pussy! Hillary gave a scream of pleasure and exploded in another shattering orgasm. When they finally came down from the peak, Larry's slowly pulled out of Hillary's twat. As he did, a tremendous load of cum oozed out of my wife's well-fucked gash. Larry reached down and picked up the sheer red panties, wiping up the mess with them. After wiping their juices off of his cock, Larry told Hillary to put the sticky panties back on. After they had both cleaned up a bit more, Larry picked up my wife's shopping bag along with her old panties and pantyhose. "You won't be needing these ever again." As he turned to leave, Larry gave my wife's ass one last squeeze, "I shoot pool here every Wednesday night -- just in case you'd like an encore." Hillary squirmed around on the bench as her cum-soaked panties pressed against her twat. She was coming back to normal now and thinking about what she had done. So was I! I had no idea how I could face my wife after watching her fuck another man. She had been wild with a lustiness I had never seen. My mind was spinning -- was this the only time she had screwed around or was he just another one in a long line? Harry rewound the fuck tape of my wife and settled back in his chair, "we can watch this once more before it's time for you to reclaim your loving wife." I turned to tell Harry to go fuck himself but stopped short as the big screen filled with my wife moaning in pleasure as the pool player ate her pussy. Then, I saw it -- a tear in her eye! Maybe, just maybe this was just one out-of-control incident! Now, I was swept up in the video as I watched for any hint of remorse as Hillary was fucked to orgasm after orgasm. All I saw was a wild-eyed slut with cum pouring out of her cunt! Harry killed the video and the live picture of my just-fucked wife huddled in her booth. Then I heard her sobbing and listened a little closer. "How could I have done something so stupid? ... What am I going to say? ... What can I do? . .. How can I make it up to him?" Harry tapped me on the shoulder, "well, neighbor, don't know what you're going to do, but it's time to get to it." My mind was still reeling as I walked toward the door. I still had the flowers and Hillary didn't know what I had seen so I managed a big smile as I entered the room. "Hi, Honey, sorry I'm late!" Wiping the tears from her eyes, Hillary rushed to greet me. "I Love YOU! Please forgive me for being such a bitch all these years!" As I hugged her tightly, I felt her nipples grow rigid against my chest. I caught my breath as I felt her hand on my crotch. She had never put her hand on me first! To my surprise, she pushed me back slightly and slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it open enough for me to see her sheer little bra. "I bought some new things today, I hope you'll enjoy them!" She pulled me closer and guided my hand under her skirt, "the panties match, but they're soaked right now. I've been so horny waiting for you!" My wife's gash and panties were certainly still wet -- however, I knew that it was from another man's cum rather than lust for me! Still, she was hotter than I had ever seen her! My cock and lust betrayed my resolve -- I had a boner you could drive nails with! Hillary gasped when she felt how hard I was and fell to her knees in front of me. I glanced around and was relieved to see that there was no one else in the room as my wife slid my zipper down and pulled out my rigid cock. She slowly sucked me into her mouth and began a gentle up and down motion. Hillary had always told me to take a hike when I tried to get her to blow me and now she was lapping my dick like it was a lollipop. When she felt me start to tense up for my orgasm, Hillary locked her lips around my cock as I pumped the biggest load of my life into her mouth and throat! She sat back and wiped the cum dripping between her lips. "I hope you can get that hard again by the time we get home, I need to fuck real bad!" I could have sworn my dick was already twitching again as I zipped up. For the time being, I had forgotten my anger. I didn't even care that Harry probably had videotaped this too. I only wanted to see my cock buried in my wife's hot pussy. We made it home in record time and we barely made it inside the door before she had ripped off everything except her new bra and panties, "Well, how do you like the 'new' me?" Seconds later, those wispy bits of cloth were gone and we were fucking like newlyweds. We screwed in the kitchen, the den, the dining room, and finally in our bedroom. I hadn't cum that many times since I was a teenager. If this was my reward for her fucking another man, IT WAS GREAT! I was in a totally forgiving mood as I looked down on my wife in our bed, legs spread wide and MY cum gushing from her twat. I even managed a smile when she looked at me, lust still in her eyes, and asked, "Tonight was so special, could we celebrate it every week? Could you pick me up at Harry's at 9 every Wednesday? I'll be wearing something even hotter..." Harry's Confessional The white man walked into the building, saw the light of the confessional box turned green and decided to approach it, knowing no one would be inside. It was late in the evening, about a quarter past eight. He should have been home by now. Matter of fact, that was where he was enroute to when he'd decided to stop by here and make bare his soul to someone who might listen. The interior of the confessional box was small and dark with a mesh separating his section from the other; there was a chair inside. The man closed the door behind him and sat down on the chair; above his head, the green light automatically turned red. There was the sound of a man entering the other confessional; the white man couldn't make out much of the black preacher's features through the mesh but could hear him clearly when he spoke. "What can I do for you, white boy?" asked the preacher gruffly. The white man swallowed and then cleared his throat before speaking. "Sir, I've come ... I've come to confess." "I can see that, can't I, white boy," the preacher spoke arrogantly at him, making the white man cringe in his chair. "Or else what would your white boy ass be doing in here. Go on with your talk, boy. Time is money." The man interlocked his hands together as if in prayer, when actually he was struggling to calm his nerves. "My name is Harry," he began, "and I'm here to make a confession. It's about my wife. Her name is Jill. She's very pretty. We've been married two years now, no kids yet. Recently something's happened to us that ... well, it's sort of changed our lives." "The fuck is it, boy? Speak like you've got a tongue." Harry swallowed again; dots of sweat appeared on his brow. His lips trembled as he spoke. "My wife revealed a secret to me almost a month ago. She told me about her craving for ... for black men. Something she's kept secret from me even before we got married. My wife, Jill, loves sex, and unfortunately I'm not that keen in that department. She told me that she'd been sleeping with some guy. A black man. She'd been sneaking him into the house, and four weeks ago she decided to come clean about it and introduced him to me." "How did that happen, white boy? Tell me about it." Harry now dug into his story: "It was a Saturday noon. I was supposed to head out to meet a friend of mine for a round of golf, except it got to raining in the morning and I called my buddy and told him I wasn't going to make it. Jill had earlier gone out. I was in the den reading a magazine when she returned with her lover. She introduced him to me as Mr. Tibbs. She said that they met at some swap-meat shop, or something like that, and since then, they'd been tight with each other. She then told me about how lousy I was in bed, and how since she'd known me, I'd never been able to satisfy her. It was true. I do a much better job with my tongue, but she's always preferred the real thing. Anyway, she then told me about the times she'd been fucking Tibbs, both at his place and over at our home. She told how one time when I'd called her from work, listening to the way she was breathing on the line, that he'd actually been fucking her at that time. Yet she told me that she was exercising. Some exercise that turned out to be." The preacher broke his concentration by muttering a laugh. When he was done, he urged Harry to continue. "She told me about a couple of times when he'd fucked her at his place, and of the couple of times he'd invited one or two of his friends over to fuck her. Jill and I had never done anal sex before, but she said she does now, with Tibbs. It was crazy, and I just sat there staring at her, thinking I was losing my head or something, while her boyfriend Tibbs sat across from us laughing his head at me. Right then I wanted to call the police on him ... but I knew I wasn't going to. You should have seen him—big guy with a solid frame. He got up and came over and pulled Jill into his arms and then he told me to 'watch this, white boy,' and she unzipped his fly and pulled out his black cock and started sucking him. I watched this whole thing happen in front of my eyes; I almost thought I was going insane. I stood there and watched my wife, my sweet, angelic wife, Jill, suck another man's cock right in front of me ... and I did nothing about it. Absolutely nothing, sir." "What did you do, white boy?" Here Harry stammered, "Well, I ... I can't ... I don't think I should say this, sir." "Didn't I tell you not to waste my motherfuckin' time, white boy?" the preacher snapped at him from the other side of the mesh. "Go on, tell me what you did!" "I got erect!" Harry blurted before he could even stop himself. "I was ... getting hard inside my shorts. I couldn't help it—I don't know why. I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out and started stroking it while I watched them." "Did he fuck her right there in front of you, boy?" "Yes, sir, he did. He took off his clothes, sat back down on the couch and had my wife climb on top of him and ride him. He told me to strip my clothes off, and to my surprise, I did just that, and I watched them fuck. It was crazy ... it was amazing. Her bouncing her ass up and down ... him coming down and fucking her from behind. The way he fucked her was almost like he was raping her, and for a moment I got scared that he was ... hurting her or something." "What happened afterwards?" "Well, Tibbs left, and then there was just me and Jill. I was still in shock and didn't know what to say to her. I went upstairs, feeling like I had a fever. She came up to me and played with me even though I was sort of mad at her for all what she'd done. I acted like a petulant child. I tried to get angry at her, but couldn't. She laughed at me, told me how I shouldn't be angry, when after all I'd enjoyed watching her. And she was right, I had enjoyed watching her." "Long story short, you and the bitch made up, right?" Harry nodded. "Yes, sir, we did. Tibbs has been dropping by the house ever since. I've even joined them sometimes. Tibbs makes me lick her pussy clean of his cum whenever he'd done fucking her; I've even bought a camcorder and recorded them together several times and jerked off watching it later. He never uses condoms, and Jill too loves it bareback. She and I no longer have sex—she's got someone now who's taking care of her. Her and Tibbs spend much time together now, at his place and over at ours. Whenever he's around, I move downstairs and sleep on the couch. I've got a three-week break coming up next month, and we're going to travel to someplace exotic, all three of us. I'm so excited about it." "That's good to know, white boy. Confession's over, now get outta hear and go be with that slut wife of yours." Harry got up, thanked the black preacher then left the confessional booth, feeling renewed and happy with himself. Harry's Game Harry loved his job. He was the Camera Room Supervisor for the new 24 hour shopping centre on the outskirts of town. His responsibility was to watch the feeds from the hidden cameras to catch wrongdoers before they left the premises. His office was at the top of the building, and housed 20 TV screens as well as a large main screen for close up work. One whole wall was covered in recording machines, linked together in pairs so that full time recording was possible. He had his own fridge, microwave and coffee machine, and a small toilet. The room was designed to be occupied by one person for several hours at a time. Being an ex con, Harry was used to the loneliness and knew how to spot criminals at work. So for 12 hours everyday Harry sat in the control room and watched the screens. He became quite proficient at the job, able to spot a potential crime before it began, and alert the security team on the floor to prevent or catch as necessary. Harry's favourite part of the job was the night shift. Seven days a fortnight he would be on duty during the quiet night hours. This is when he had the most fun. Part of his job meant reporting the hookers who roamed the mall at night, but Harry had come to an arrangement with some of these ladies. If he didn't report them, they would let him watch via the cameras while they 'turned a trick.' Night time, Harry's shift starts. A tall blonde wearing a micro skirt and a tube top, entertains a suit clad, elder gent. He passes over a handful of cash and they move to a more secluded spot, just opposite the hidden camera. Harry pulls out his pecker and starts wanking. The blonde rolls her skirt up over her ass and stands against the wall. The trick drops his trousers and she takes his cock in her hand. She strokes it for a while, rapidly increasing its size. When it looks ready she puts a condom on it and guides it into her pussy. The man pushes his hips forward till he is firmly seated inside her, then he bends his legs and thrusts in and out. The hooker turns to the camera and waves over his shoulder as she holds onto her customer for support. Harry waves back with a huge grin on his face and his stiff cock in his other hand. On another camera he catches sight of a black girl giving a sloppy blow job to a spotty youth. The youth doesn't last long. He is soon blowing his load onto the paper towel the girl is holding under his cock. Looking back at the blonde, Harry sees she is opening and closing her mouth as if she is enjoying the experience. If the cameras had microphones fitted he would be able to hear her faked moans of ecstasy. The gent jerks rapidly as he comes. The blonde pushes him away, takes the used condom in a plastic bag and leaves. As she walks past the camera she flashes her pussy at Harry. For several seconds his hand becomes a blur along his shaft as he wanks himself. It's not long before Harry spots another couple exchanging money. He watches as the big breasted woman removes her top and squirts lotion into her tit valley. The man has by now pulled his cock out of his clothing is already holding an erection. When the kneeling woman takes hold of it, he closes his eyes. She wraps her boobs around his shaft and he moves it up and down her chest. At the top of each stroke the glans poke out below her chin and she licks it. Harry slows his hand to stop himself coming to soon. He wants to prolong the enjoyment as long as possible. It doesn't take long for the trick to ejaculate. He lets out one long jet a stringy semen, followed by a trickle that runs down into her cleavage. Harry doesn't want to come this early in his shift so he stops watching for a while. He makes some fresh coffee, has a snack and then uses the toilet. When he sits down to watch the cameras again his penis has shrunk back to its flaccid state. He spies the blonde hooker again, this time giving a blow job. She has managed to get the punter to stand with his cock pointing across the camera as she sucks it. Harry is given a perfect close up of her lips as they do their work. The woman is also using a hand to wank the cock as she bobs her head on it. The long black penis glistens where her saliva coats it. Suddenly her head disappears from sight and her hand speeds up. The black man shoots several milky white blobs onto the lens of the camera, blurring the view. When he leaves, the prostitute cleans the lens and goes back to her spot. Harry is hard again. A brunette is walking towards a camera with a small guy in tow. She hikes up her short dress, revealing a thong. The man drops his trousers and pulls out his already hard cock. The woman bends over, to the left, against a wall and he readies himself. Harry starts wanking again, ready to expel his load soon. The hooker passes a tube to the man, who uses the lube to coat his cock. He reaches out and holds the woman's ass cheeks apart. Harry cannot believe what he is seeing. The man pushes his penis into the hookers ass. He slowly penetrates her, right in front of the camera. Harry watches, fist jerking madly, as the man fucks the brunette in the ass. The little man gets faster and faster. His whole body tenses and he pulls his cock out, dripping sperm down the legs of the brunette hooker. Harry can't hold back now. His hand is frantically sliding along his shaft and his body is moving in time to it. He turns his swivel chair and lets fly a jet of semen. It lands on the tiled floor and is joined by a second and third wad before he finishes. When he has cleaned up his mess, Harry reaches for his newspaper and opens the sports section. Harry's Girl Harry says I'm the best fuck he's ever had, which always makes me laugh because I just do what comes naturally. He also says it's a good job he loves me else he'd have thrown me out years ago. Not that I'd go of course, because Harry looks after me just fine. He's bought us a nice little house; he makes sure we never go hungry; he's always buying me pretty clothes to wear and, most importantly, he's the only man I've met who can satisfy me. It's not just that he's got a big dick -- which he has -- but it's also what he does with it. And with his hands. And with his tongue. Even if I'm mad at him, once he scoops me into his arms and starts running his hands over me, I just melt, stop fighting and let him do what he wants. My mother once told me that I'd get myself in big trouble for not saying no, but I tried it once and never slept a wink that night. And felt grumpy all the next day. Not that Harry would ever take no for an answer anyway. When he wants it, he takes it -- which is fine by me because I always want it too, although I get annoyed sometimes if I'm in the middle of cooking him a meal, or relaxing in the bath. By the time Harry's finished with me though, I feel too good to be mad at him. I wish he didn't have to work away from home so much though. He's fun to have around and I feel safe with him. Once when he came to pick me up from the bar where I work and he found me outside, jammed in a doorway, with two drunken customers pawing at me, he just pulled them off me by their collars, banged their heads together and let them drop. At the end of the block I looked back. They were just starting to get to their feet and I bet they had no idea what had happened to them. All the way home, he kept asking me what I'd done to get them so fired up. I told him I hadn't done anything but, in the end, he made me admit I'd flashed my titties at them for fifty bucks. When he got me home he put me over his knee and paddled my ass. I told him I was sorry but he was so mad he refused to fuck me. All he'd let me do was suck him off. He made me wait until next morning -- by which time I was hornier than a full grown reindeer. But I could tell he'd forgiven me because he agreed to do it our special way. That's when he fucks my ass. I adore doing it that way and, although he won't admit it, secretly I think Harry loves it that way too. If he doesn't, he's the only man I know who doesn't -- and I've known plenty. Harry muscled his way into my life when I was eighteen. He bumped into me -- literally -- at the carnival. I told him to watch where he was going. He said he was, but that I was so busy eating my cotton candy that I walked into him. I told him he was a big, clumsy brute. He started to get mad and I thought he was going to hit me so I said he ought to pick on someone his own size, like the guy in the boxing ring. He took a long look at the boxer and then looked back at me. He told me to stay right where I was and that he'd be back in no time. Then he walked over to the ring, put on a pair of gloves, climbed in and knocked the poor guy down with three quick punches. Then he tossed the gloves back to the astonished referee, collected his prize money and came back to me with a hundred bucks in his hand. He spent over half of it taking me out to dinner. So after dinner, as he was taking me for a drive in his truck, I told him about a good place to park down by the river. He fucked me three times before he took me home and I knew, about halfway through the first one, that he was the man for me. Two weeks later he came by again, only that time he never took me home. Instead he took me to the house he'd bought and asked me what I thought of it. I told him the house looked just fine but the double bed I'd noticed when he was showing me round didn't seem very strong. Two hours later I had to admit I was wrong -- the bed was plenty strong enough and, despite our best efforts, it's still as solid as it ever was. Harry said we could have a proper wedding if I wanted one, but I couldn't see the point of wasting a whole lot of money on a fancy ceremony, feeding all those friends and relatives that I'd never liked. Harry said he thought every girl dreamed of walking down the aisle in a long white dress. I told him I lost the right to wear white when I was thirteen and reminded him that he'd already done it to me half a dozen times himself so there was no point in spending money on a fancy dress. Besides, I told him, everyone for miles around knew that me and my best friend Becky Rogers had never said no to anyone in our lives (except that one time I told you about) and they'd only laugh if they ever saw either of us in white. He saw the sense in that and we went down to Orleans for a sort of honeymoon. We didn't get to see much of the city because we spent nearly the whole time in our room, fucking. That was the only time in my life I've felt sore down there but, once Harry had been out for some KY, we were okay. Becky was dead jealous. She said she couldn't believe I was settling down and that I'd be producing a string of babies next. But I think she was mad that she didn't have anyone to hang out with anymore. She kept reminding me of all the fun we'd had, which was true, but I kind of got to thinking that part of the reason I had so many men was because they never satisfied me. By the time Harry was finished with me, I didn't have the energy to open my eyes, let alone look at another man. And by the time I was ready for more, so was Harry. Once I'd got him fucking my ass on a regular basis, there was just no need to look for other men. Of course Becky was itching to find out what was so special about Harry so, for his birthday, I arranged things so they'd both have a treat. I cooked him his favourite meal and somehow managed to keep out of his reach until there was a knock on the door. There was Becky, looking good enough to eat, wearing a short little dress with a big bow on one shoulder. I told Harry she was his present and he had to unwrap her. So he undid the bow and the look on his face as the dress fell to the floor was something else because the only thing that Becky was wearing was a big grin and she told him that I had said he had a big dick. She asked if she could see it. Harry stood there like he was in a daze so Becky just pulled it out. It was a hell of a night. The Viagra I had ground up and mixed into Harry's food was worth every cent. He fucked us both at least four times. Whenever he looked like falling asleep, Becky and I would start fooling around with each other which soon had him interested again. Becky told me afterwards that it was two days before she could sit down comfortably again -- she'd never had such a big dick up her ass. Funnily enough, six months later, a visiting county court judge, had occasion to reprimand Becky for soliciting, which was crock of shit because everyone knew she'd never asked for a penny. However, the judge decided to make Becky his special project and took her away with him. Next thing we hear, he's married her and set her up in a fancy house outside of Memphis. It didn't stop her dropping by for Thanksgiving though. Without the judge. Harry seemed pleased to see her -- surprise, surprise -- and I think it was his suggestion that she stayed over. It seemed the judge had his own supply of Viagra and Becky had brought a couple of tabs with her -- just in case! None of us got any sleep and Becky left the next day with sore ass and a big smile. Harry let me keep the job at the bar to save me from getting bored. Everyone knew I was his woman by then and that if they laid a finger on me they'd be pulp the next day. The two guys I'd given a look to that time, were just passing through so they didn't know about Harry. It had seemed a bit of harmless fun to me and fifty bucks was fifty bucks, but I couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for them! The thing was, Harry had fucked Becky senseless on two separate occasions - which was fine by me, don't get me wrong. However, even though I didn't particularly want to be fucked by anyone else, it annoyed me that I wasn't allowed to. In the old days, the only problem had been where to do it because even though the married ones had houses, they didn't dare take me back there. Now, I had somewhere to do it -- a big strong bed that Harry was away from a couple of nights a week -- but no-one willing to take the risk and that started to rankle. One Monday, instead of kissing Harry goodbye as usual, I hopped in with him for a ride to the bus station. Becky had been on at me for ages to go see her in her fancy house and as Harry was going to be away for a week this time, I thought I'd take the opportunity to see how the rich folks lived in Memphis. Harry had bought me a couple of new dresses to wear because he didn't want anyone to look down on me. I thought they were way too long. Normally I wear stuff that lets Harry get his hands right where we both want them to be, with the minimum of fuss -- and I've never heard him complain about that. But these new dresses hung down almost to my knees. When I pointed this out, Harry just grinned and said that since I hardly ever bothered with panties, he wanted to be sure that the good folk of Memphis didn't discover that fact for themselves. He didn't want them getting the wrong idea about me. I thought that if those good folks saw me looking all respectable they'd certainly get the wrong idea, but you can't argue with Harry when he's in that sort of mood so I wore one dress and folded the other neatly into my bag along with a few bits and pieces, gave him a big kiss goodbye and climbed onto the bus with my ass still tingling from where he'd squeezed it. I was missing him already. But when Becky picked me up in her little Japanese sports car and handed me a joint almost before we drove away, from the bus depot, I was able to push Harry to the back of my mind. It was a fun drive back to her place and I told her she seemed to have landed on her feet. She laughed and said she sure had, but sometimes wished the judge had bought her a bigger car because trying to do it in this one was almost impossible. Naturally I asked her who she was doing it with and it seemed her new life hadn't changed her all that much. With the judge working most days and quite a few evenings, Becky would sometimes go out in her car and, if she happened to find someone she took a shine to, she tended to find herself in a motel doing what she did best. Smoking grass and waving at all the men we fancied meant we arrived at her place, stoned and giggling. The judge was in court which meant we had the place to ourselves and it was quite a place. Six bedrooms, each with their own bathrooms; a big, fancy staircase and carpets that you get lost in. For me though, the best thing was the swimming pool. Becky didn't need to ask twice if I wanted a swim and neither of us bothered with a suit. For the rest of the afternoon we lazed in the sun, jumped in and out of the pool, smoked some more grass and fooled around a little in the big, double hammock Becky had strung in the shade between two trees. The judge was something of a surprise. The way Becky had described him, he was old, grey and not a long way from a retirement home. In fact he was a pretty fit-looking fifty and I thought the grey hair made him look distinguished, not old. He was very friendly and courteous, asking if I had everything I needed and saying he was glad I'd come as Becky needed to have some friends around. When the judge locked himself away in his den to work on some case or other Becky suggested we went out for a drink. She had that look in her eye that I remembered well from our early days. It meant she wanted some action. I wasn't so sure. I hadn't come to Memphis just to get laid. Fooling around with Becky was one thing, but Harry was the last stranger I'd let into my pants and, for all my moaning about double standards, I wasn't really looking for sex. The trouble was, Becky knew me too well. She asked me if it was fair that Harry could fuck her but I had to stay faithful. I told her that that didn't count, she was a friend of mine and if she wanted me to join her and the judge, I'd be more than happy to oblige. She laughed at that idea and asked me to come with her anyway, even if I was insisting on being good. So we found ourselves zipping once more across town, ending up in the sort of area where no one knew or cared if you were married to a judge. We went into a bar to shoot some pool but the queue for the table was a mile long and we were about to split and find somewhere else when a guy came up to us and said if we wanted to play pool, he knew where there was a free table and no queues. Becky didn't believe him until he told us it was in his basement -- that's how he knew it was free. He'd come out for a drink but, if we wanted to play, we could go back with him. Of course, some of his friends would want to come too, he said. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see what he had in mind but Becky was up for it anyway -- which meant I had to tag along as well. So we ended up following Becky's new friend and two of his mates back to an old house that had seen much better days. To my surprise, there really was a pool table in the basement, along with a fridge and some battered furniture. The fridge was full of beer so we all had one and then I racked up the balls and asked if anyone wanted to play. Becky said she did, but not pool, which made everyone laugh and the guy who'd invited us promptly took her back upstairs. That left me playing pool with the other two. Things went along nicely for a while and I was leaning over the table, lining up a shot, when I felt something brush against my ass. I thought it was one of the guys trying to get past but it happened again and then he had both his hands on my ass. I told him the game would take forever if he didn't let me take the shot but he just laughed and said he didn't care. He also moved a little closer which meant I could now feel his dick rubbing against my ass. I realised I was going to have to do something so I dropped the cue, turned round and grabbed his balls through his jeans. I told him where I came from, it's considered rude to stand so close to a girl you hardly know. I also told him it was dangerous because there was always the possibility that he might get his balls squeezed so hard they split. When I was sure he'd got the message I let go and went right ahead with my shot. I made it too, which meant I'd won. The two guys were really pissed off because we had fifty bucks riding on it. But they were also kind of respectful, which I liked. In fact the one I'd nearly castrated apologised for what he'd done. He said he thought I'd come for some fun like Becky and that he didn't mean any harm. Now I don't know about you, but when a guy goes all apologetic on me I can't stay mad at him. He was still hard, too, despite everything. I smiled at them and said that to show there were no hard feelings I'd jack them both off. They liked that idea so we all sat on the sofa, with me in the middle. Their dicks weren't as big as Harry's of course, but they weren't bad and I set about relieving them of their tension. Things were moving along nicely when Jeff, the one I'd squeezed, asked me if I'd blow him. I thought it was probably the least I could do after scaring him like I had so I let go of Dwayne and concentrated on Jeff. That was a mistake because, in order to do the job properly, I did what I always do when I'm blowing Harry, which was to kneel next to him so he could fondle my ass. When Dwayne started doing just that, I was so busy sucking Jeff's dick that I never thought twice about the hands that eased my panties down to mid thigh. By the time I was fully aware of the situation, Dwayne was sending shivers right through me by the way he was using his fingers. I figured Jeff wasn't going to last much longer and then I'd turn round to finish Wayne off so there wasn't any harm in letting him get his fingers wet. But those city slickers are a bit quicker than the country boys I was used to and, just as I was getting Jeff to the edge, I felt something push its way inside me. I blinked in surprise because I hadn't expected the sneaky bastard to shove his dick in me without so much as a by-your-leave! It was too late to get mad though, he was already moving nice and slow -- just the way I like it sometimes -- and I knew if I let him keep going for a while, I was bound to get off -- which is always nice. The only thing left to do was go back to blowing Jeff. Dwayne seemed happy to keep things nice and easy so I was able to match my sucking to his fucking. The bastard got me again though. He waited until Jeff started grunting and trying to ram his dick right down my throat. While I was coping with Jeff shooting his load, Dwayne took the opportunity to pop his dick in my ass. He was good though, I'll give him that. It wasn't long before he had me moaning and sighing and there was no way I was going to make him stop. I came twice before he did and Jeff, who had been watching closely and who proved to be one of those guys who recover quickly, took over as soon as Dwayne pulled out. Not surprisingly, Becky was in a good mood when she and her guy rejoined us and she thought it was hilarious that I, who hadn't wanted to get laid at all, had ended up taking twice as much dick as she had. I told her she wouldn't think it was so funny when she saw what a mess I was making on her fancy leather upholstery. Two guys giving it to a girl a couple of times each, leave a lot of mess behind and I leaked all the way back to her place. But I had to admit it had been fun. As Becky said, it was just like the old days when we used to go out of a Saturday night, looking to see how many notches we could add to our headboards. I had a shock when we got inside. There was the judge, waiting for us -- well, waiting for Becky, really. He didn't seem too pleased and, when I realised what time it was, I guess I couldn't blame him. Becky knew exactly how to handle him though. She went all coy and little-girlish and said she was sorry for being a naughty girl. He said he needed to find out exactly what she'd been doing after which there was a good chance he would have to punish her. When Becky hung her head and said with patently false meekness that her friend had been naughty too, the judge stiffened and looked at me sternly. He asked me if it was true. I thought, what the hell, and went along with it. He nodded sadly, as though it was too much to expect that any friend of Becky's would be able to behave herself -- which, when you think about it, is actually true. He told us we had disappointed him and that his hands were now tied, so to speak. He instructed us to follow him. As we trailed along behind him I whispered a question to Becky as to where we were going. Damn me if he didn't hear and turned to inform me gravely that we were going to the punishment room. I blinked another question at Becky but she was obviously too used to this little game to give anything away. Vowing to murder her once I had the chance, I assumed a look of deep repentance and continued to bring up the rear. It turned out Becky and the judge had built themselves a little playroom in the basement and, although I hadn't realised Becky's tastes ran into bondage and S and M, it was obvious that many a happy hour had been whiled away down here doing just that. What's more, I realised with a guilty thrill, I was about to be the guest of honour at another session. Acting on the judge's instructions, Becky fastened my wrists to a couple of chains hanging from the ceiling. She then pulled on something off to one side, hidden in the shadows and suddenly my arms were hauled up into the air until I was almost on the tips of my toes. My ankles were then secured in a way that kept my feet well apart and I was well and truly helpless. Harry's Girl Becky was ordered to remove my dress. I wish the judge had thought of it sooner because, tied up as I was, there was no way the dress could be taken off in one piece. I breathed a silent apology to Harry when the new dress he had bought me was ripped off and then forgot about him for a while as the judge moved in for a closer look at me. His inspection involved a lot of touching and probing and, if I hadn't been helpless -- and he my host -- it would have earned him a slap in the face. As it was, I just closed my eyes and tried not to let them know how much I was enjoying the situation. There was much tut-tutting and shaking of the lawyerly head when his exploratory fingers discovered the evidence of my encounters. He told me I was a dirty little slut and, before I could be punished properly, I needed to be cleaned up. Becky, the bitch, made me cum twice as she licked me out front and back and the judge's breathing was far from steady by the time she climbed off her knees and waited for fresh instructions. They were made quickly and quietly and left me no wiser as to my fate. Becky obviously had no trouble hearing because, to a grunt of approval from His Honour, she slipped a blindfold over my eyes. Then, the tension was released from my restraints and Becky made me bend forwards over some leathery thing. My hands and ankles were re-attached to something and the result was that I now found myself more or less spread-eagled as before, but this time in a horizontal position except for being bent upwards in the middle. I was conscious that my ass was up in the air and my legs and arms were wide apart. Basically, my mouth, cunt and ass were there for the taking and, after a few token swishes with a whip , that's exactly what the judge did. Each time he came -- and I have to hand it to the guy, he managed it in three different places -- Becky was called upon to clean me up. I was told, before he came in my mouth, that under no circumstances was I to swallow. It was only when I felt Becky's lips against mine and her tongue forcing my mouth open, that I realised what was happening. From the sound of things, Becky then shared what she'd taken from me with the judge before helping him to recover. He then moved behind me and plundered my cunt. Becky moved in to clean up, share and help his recovery, before he helped himself to my ass. When Becky finally removed the blindfold and unfastened my restraints, there was no sign of her husband. We giggled over the events of the evening as we had a last drink and then Becky showed me to my room before heading off to receive her own punishment at the hands of the judge. She told me the judge was not only well aware that she continued to fuck around, but that he also approved. It seemed the thought of his lovely young wife going out and giving herself to anyone who took her fancy acted as a powerful aphrodisiac and even more so if, as was the case with me, the evidence was still present on Becky's return. On discovering the sticky proof of her infidelities, his erection would become even more impressive. I asked her how often she did it and she just shrugged and said as often as she felt like it. All in all I had quite a fun week. Becky and I went out twice more and, on each occasion, the judge was waiting for us on our return. On the final occasion he made me help him punish Becky in much the same way as she had done to me. On the bus ride back home I did a little adding up and realised I'd had five guys -- including the judge -- been fucked cunt and ass by most of them -- including the judge, sucked all of them off -- including the judge and had some pretty kinky sex -- courtesy of the judge. Naturally I didn't tell Harry any of this, I just told him how much I'd missed him, fucked his brains out to prove it and started making plans for my next visit.