9 comments/ 51469 views/ 1 favorites It's My Life: Eight By: RebeccaBrowning SOMETHING I SHOULD HAVE BEEN MENTIONING ALL ALONG is that each of these chapters should be able to stand alone, and that the reader stopping by need not necessarily read all the previous chapters in order to (hopefully) enjoy this one, though I'd love you to. **** Chapter 8 finds us still married in 1977. Nothing much has changed for us; still living in the same crooked little house, still broke and still not living the kind of married life that I had envisioned. I'm still doing whatever Mike wanted me to do as well, and what Mike wanted me to do one night in 1977 was to do put on a rather skimpy dress, wear nothing underneath it and accompany him to dinner. I didn't have to go, but I did. I wore the dress Mike told me to wear, which revealed everything I had as well as all I lacked. I wore nothing underneath either, because that was what Mike wanted, and I went to dinner with Mike because, well... it was a night out, and it wasn't going to be at a fast food place. *********** Chapter 1. When in Rome. Rome, New York, that is. Rome was about ten miles from our house, and was even nore dull than Utica. There was a significant Italian population in the area, and so it was no surprise when Mike pulled up in front of an Italian restuarant, since that seemed to be the prevailing enterprise in those parts. "A little fancy for us, isn't it?" I observed as I looked around after entering. "Tablecloths instead of paper placemats - and forks too!" I added dryly as I looked at the dining room while we waited to be greeted and seated. "Nothing's too good for my baby," Mike said as he gave me a squeeze. "And you look so beautiful tonight too." That comment certainly should have sent the warning signals up, but I was so starved for compliments I took it happily. Besides, as I've mentioned many times before, Mike could charm the birds out of the trees when he wanted to. Heaven help the poor birds after that, however. Mike whispered something to the young woman who had appeared with menus in hand, and she promptly disappeared, walking to the back of the dining area. "What's up?" I asked innocently. "No open tables?" I said while noting that there were only a few parties scattered about in the spacious dining room. Mike told me not to worry, which was another warning sign. We were going to have a very special evening, he assured me, and when the hostess reappeared she was smiling broadly and escorted us to the far corner of the room. There was a crescent shaped booth in the dimly light corner, and when we neared it, a sharp dressed couple stood up to greet us. "Hello Mike," the man said in a very business-like tone as he shook my husband's hand. He was shaking Mike's hand but his eyes were elsewhere. "This must be your Rebecca!" he said as he broke away from Mike and held out his hand, a big grin showing an immaculate set of sparkling teeth. "I'm Tony and this is my wife Carmela." I stuck out my hand and Tony took it and raised it to his lips, kissing it lightly, while I kept my arm down as best I could, since I was still doing the unshaven armpit look at Mike's insistence, and this dress left precious little to the imagination. Tony was probably in his forties, and very ethnic looking. Bronze skin, wavy black hair and about 6' and well built. He was looking really good for his age, and the pinkie ring made him appear like he had just arrived from the set of The Godfather. His wife Carmela was something else altogether. Very exotic features - a Central New York version of Sophia Loren - a look that was sultry and sensual without even trying. Flawless copper skin, full red lips and, as she came up to me and hugged me, one heck of a body hidden away under her elegant pant suit that had probably cost more than every stitch of clothes I owned combined. Tony had me slide into the booth and I found myself stuck in the back of the semi-circle, where I was quickly joined by Tony on my left and Carmela, who slid next to me on my right. Mike hopped into the booth opposite me on the end, and we were all set. One big happy family. 2. This is cozy. It was a very intimate and somewhat secluded booth, but the way we were seated make it look a little strange. Mike was sitting on the other end of the crescent shaped booth, and then there was a large space. Then there was Tony, yours truly and Carmela. A more accurate description would be TonyMeCarmela. There was plenty of room for Tony to have slid over, but that was obviously not on his agenda. I looked at Mike, who smiled at me while looking like a happy puppy. A waitress came with bread and a couple of bottles of Chianti, and I lept for my glass as soon as it was poured. "Rebecca likes her wine?" Tony asked me, and I assured him I did as I set the empty glass down. "Mike described how beautiful you were, but he did not do you justice," Tony said softly to me, and I gasped very audibly. It wasn't his compliment, which he delivered in a deep and seductive voice, that made me gasp. It was the hand that arrived on my thigh about mid-sentence that caused my involuntary response. Tony's left hand was softly stroking my thigh about halfway up, and as he rubbed it I felt my dress being inched up ever so slightly. I was about to tell him he needed an eye doctor if he thought I was beautiful, especially considering the way his wife looked, just before the hand hit the thigh, but the words stuck in my throat as I looked to Mike for help. Mike was concerned as well - he was having a great deal of trouble buttering bread, drinking wine, and watching my reactions from get felt up all at the same time. The crazy part of this was that this guy was rubbing my leg while his wife was sitting right next to me on my other side. What if she saw him? "Isn't Rebecca lovely, dear?" Tony asked his wife. "Yes," Carmela said. "She has a very wholesome and natural beauty about her." Carmela was clearly not troubled by her husband's wandering hand. I could tell because the next thing I knew Carmela's right hand was sliding over my other thigh. "Dressing?" Mike was asking me, and I broke out of my daze to see that the waitress was taking orders. "Italian," I squeaked out in embarrassment, as it had to be obvious to the waitress what was going on under the table, but if she saw, she gave no sign. Tony's hand was patiently rubbing my thigh in a deliberate, circular motion as I squirmed in the tufted vinyl seat. My dress slid up further as I did, but Carmela was working her hand under it anyway, and when I felt the back of her hand reach my bush I jumped a bit. The salads arrived and we ate them like any normal group would. Mike with his eyes devouring my every emotion, me eating with a dazed look on my face and my thighs quivering, and Tony and Carmela both digging into their salads with one hand while feeling me up with the other. 3. Dinner is served. The salad dishes were taken away, and more wine appeared. Mike was drinking a lot of Chianti - almost as much as I was, and it suddenly struck me that it must be because he wasn't picking up the check. Of course! This restaurant must belong to Tony and Carmela. "This is a charming place," I said as Tony and Carmela's hands met while raking their fingers through my bush. "I'm glad you like it," Tony said. "The dining experience is enhanced greatly when you have such a lovely guest." "Original look, what with the candles in the wine bottles and the red and white checkered tablecloths," I added, the wine giving me the courage to be a little sarcastic. Tony chuckled at that, showing a sense of humor at a remark that could have easily been taken with less grace, but then again, his hand WAS in my pubic hair. "A lot of it is what people expect to see," Tony said. "I try to provide something a little different during the course of the meal, so that people will be able to say that - hey, that was unique! I didn't expect that!" "Ahhh!" I yelled out, as Tony's finger slid into my pussy and he began working it around with a great deal of enthusiasm. I looked at Mike again, but he was of no help. In fact, he looked like he was going to cum any minute too, as my body twitched and contorted spastically. I glanced down and saw my dress had been worked up so far that I could easily observe what was being done to me, and I suppose I could have put a napkin over my lap, but what would the Board of Health say to that? "That looks great!" Mike bellowed as the waitress arrived with appetizers, and I buried my face in my hands as an order of mussels was set in front of me by the young woman, apparently unfazed by the sight of the arms reaching under the table toward me. Tony pulled his finger out of me as his arrived, apparently needing both hands to attack his food, but just as I began to get my bearings again, I felt Carmela's finger working its way inside of me. "I wish I had gotten that," Carmela whispered in my ear. "Can I try one?" My fork jabbed at the mussel with all the steadiness one would expect from a girl with another woman's finger massaging her clit, finally managing to poke one while bringing my legs together in an futile effort to cum. My trembling hand brought the morsel up to Carmela's mouth, and she smiled as those luscious red lips parted, reaching up with her free hand to steady the shaky fork as she took the mussel into her mouth while continuing to hold my hand. "Mmmmm - delicious," Carmela said in a husky voice, her smoky eyes sending a shiver down my spine. "A very wise choice," she added, although I didn't even remember ordering them. Carmela let go of my hand as she pulled her finger out of me, leaving me once again hanging on the verge of cumming. She smiled at my predicament while bringing her adventurous hand up from under the table and then held her glistening index finger up for all to see before sliding it between her lips. "How is it dear?" Tony asked from beside me. "As yummy as it looks." 4. Chicken Parmigiana. I didn't remember ordering it, but it looked great, and so I dug in during a lull in the under the table action. It wasn't completely dead under there, as Carmela was playing footsie with me while Tony's thigh rubbed up against mine, but we managed to have a conversation of sorts. I was asked about my career, and I told about my thrilling life as a shift leader at Carrols fast food joint, and Mike entertained one and all with tales of moving furniture up narrow stairwells. It was actually starting to resemble an normal group of people eating in a restaurant until we finished our entrees. Carmela lit up a cigarette, and as I listened in shock, Mike began telling her about his cock. It was almost like he was trying to sell her a vacuum cleaner or something, and I cringed as I sat there listening. Carmela's free hand went back down under the table and began rubbing my thigh again, either out of boredom or arousal. "Enjoying everything so far Rebecca?" Tony asked me. "Very much," I said. "You can call me Becky if you want." "If you don't mind, I prefer to call you Rebecca," Tony said as he filled our wine glasses with the remnants of what was our fourth or fifth bottle. "I love the sound of your name. Rebecca seems roll off my tongue so nicely" Tony's fingers touched the back of my hand and began a tantalizingly slow journey up my forearm, leaving a trail of goose bumps as they went. "Ticklish?" Tony asked me as he swiveled to face me. "No... sensitive," I said as we looked at the tiny hairs standing up on my arm much like a porcupine as I rested it on the edge of the table. "How about this? Tony asked, as his other hand touched the inside of my elbow and began sliding up the inside of my arm, causing me to jump in my seat. "No... don't... it's okay," Tony said firmly as I instinctively brought my arm down to my side, and with Tony's assistance I reluctantly put my elbow back on the table. "You have beautiful arms and shoulders," Tony said as his hand slid slowly up in the inside of my arm until his fingers were stroking the hair under my arm. I felt my face flush with embarrassment as he ran his fingers through my armpit hair a few times before sliding back down and repeating the action. My eyes were screwed shut so tightly it hurt. "Blushing?" Tony said sotto voce. "That's sweet. You're even cuter when you do that, and I wouldn't have thought that possible. Relax and enjoy me enjoying you." I managed to open my eyes a bit and saw that Tony wasn't laughing but instead was intently watching the effects his gentle touching was having on me. I relaxed and let him have his way, and my thighs began to grind together as he stroked my arm - up, down, over, and under - with such barely restrained passion that I felt I could have an orgasm at any moment. "If you like my fingers you'll fall in love with my tongue," Tony promised. "I... don't..." "Can I be brutally honest Rebecca?" 5. Well, that's honest. With my thigh being caressed by Carmela, and my entire arm practically being made love to by Tony, I was a quivering bowl of jelly, and could only manage an affirmative nod at that question. "I want to fuck you, Rebecca." A chill ran down my spine as Tony whispered that sentence into my ear, and it was a chill that went down my entire body. "Does that shock you? Offend you?" "Well, that's honest," I admitted, responding in a shaky voice. "I'm being honest also when I tell you that, besides the woman next you, I can't ever remember wanting to fuck a girl as much as I do you," Tony said. "The fact that I want to stick my cock into your pussy and fuck you until you beg for mercy - does that bother you?" I meekly shrugged my shoulders in response, dying to tell him what I felt. "I want to eat your cunt until my tongue is limp, and I want you to suck my cock so hard it hurts," Tony continued. "I want to ravage you so much that your husband will end up having to carry you out of here in his arms." "What about - Carmela?" I asked. "Are her and Mike..." "No, your Mike can watch," Tony said coldly. "I told him he could watch us." "Carmela?" "She wants you too, as you must have figured out by now," Tony said. "I - we share everything. We wouldn't want it any other way." "I figured Mike would want to... you know," I said, looking over at Mike who was eagerly taking it all in and nodding at me. "You can't always get what you want," Tony said. "Just because your husband is willing to share you doesn't mean I'm going to let him have Carmela. I love her, as strange as that may sound after all I've just said to you, and I would never allow him to so much as touch her." I nodded as if to say I understood. "I'll bet a lot of men want to fuck you," Tony whispered in my ear as chills raced up and down my spine. "Anybody ever come right out and say it like that? Didn't think so, but I could tell it turned you on to hear it. I could see it in your eyes. Am I right?" "Yes." "Only one thing remains to be decided on then," Tony said. "What's that?" I asked as I turned to see what Tony was gesturing toward. "Dessert!" Tony exclaimed, waving at the cart that the waitresses had brought over. For the record, I had a cannoli. 6. Just desserts. We ate dessert very leisurely, and Tony and Carmela continued their teasing between my legs. My thighs were now parted willingly, but their touching was kept external, despite my best efforts to try and change that. I could smell the scent that drifted up from between my legs as I sat with my thighs spread wide. It was the smell of a girl in heat. Tony and Carmela had me on the ropes with all their touching, and the brutal and raw manner that Tony had talked to me had left me on the verge of orgasm from mere words. If they had told me to lay down right there and fuck the whole kitchen staff, I would have. My body was shivering uncontrollably as they all dawdled over dessert, and then Tony called the waitress over and asked for a pot of coffee. I exhaled audibly when I heard that, and fidgeted around like I had fleas at the prospect of another half hour of this tender torture. The thought that I might have been drugged crossed my mind, because the way I was feeling was positively feral, but I hadn't noticed anything strange, and I was aware of everything that was going on around me. Very aware. "What's the matter Rebecca?" Carmela asked in a hushed tone. "Nothing," I croaked and then shuddered as Carmela's finger slid down the length of my opening. "My, you're so very wet," Carmela whispered as her finger slid along my sopping pussy lips. "Did my husband tell you what he wanted to do to you?" "Yes." "You're still here, so I guess that must mean you like the idea. I have some ideas of my own, did Tony tell you that?" I nodded as Carmela stroked my pussy, as I fought the urge to scream out in frustration. "As soon as we saw you enter the room, I could tell Tony was going to be crazy about you," Carmela said. "You're like his fantasy coming to life in front of him, and I love it so much when he gets as aroused as he is right now. He's really an exceptional lover, as you're going to find out." "Please," I whimpered, futily thrusting my body forward in an attempt to impale myself on Carmela's finger. "Soon Rebecca," Carmela assured me. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. Anticipation is part of the dining experience. Embrace it!" I was in such exquisite agony from being this couple's plaything for what had to be almost 2 hours that I was on the verge of madness. I just wanted to cum - and I was so close! "You ladies having a little girl talk over there?" Tony asked innocently, and I looked at him with what had to be a dazed expression on my face. "Are you two discussing anything interesting?" Mike's face was beet red, and sweat was rolling down his face as he watched me being teased, and he kept nodding his head at me as if to say - go ahead, but what that meant I didn't know. I wasn't doing anything; it was all being done to me thus far. "Yes," I answered, and with that I reached over and grabbed at Tony's crotch under the table. His cock wasn't tough to find, as it was hard and throbbing along the inside of his leg. Tony grunted in surprise, and then smiled as I began rubbing the bulge, squeezing and pulling at his cock through the layers of fabric. "Mmmm - that feels nice," Tony said with a smile, and then turned toward Mike while I continued to massage his tool. "Know what your lovely wife is doing to me right now, Mike?" Mike shook his head no as he tried to pour wine out of an empty bottle, setting it down awkwardly as he stared at us. "Your Rebecca is rubbing the bulge in my pants," Tony told Mike matter-of-factly. "What do you think of that? She's pulling on my cock as I speak, and with a lot of enthusiasm too, I might add." "Okay," Mike said, his voice breaking and making him sound much less macho than usual. "It's what you wanted, right Mike?" Tony added, and Mike turned his eyes away from mine as he nodded curtly. "Can we go?" I whimpered to Tony, giving up trying to figure out why Mike wanted me to do this, and in such a state of heat that I could think of one thing. "Tell your husband what you want me - us to do to you," Tony said. I looked at Tony and then at Mike, but they were both looking at each other. "Please," I said in a muted voice. "Tell him Rebecca," Tony said, never taking his eyes off Mike, who was now looking down into his empty wine glass. "Trust me. Your husband wants to hear it from your lips. Tell Mike what you want me to do to you." Mike's eyes lifted and he looked up in a rather weird way, biting his lower lip as he nodded ever so slightly. "Fuck me," I finally said. "I want Tony to fuck me. I want them both to do whatever they want to me." It's My Life: Eight "Then it's settled," Tony said, and with that Carmela slid out of the booth, and I followed, with Tony right behind me, his hand on my butt. "It's just upstairs, through that back door." 7. Still time. Carmela and Mike led the way through the door that led to the stairwell and our destination. I could feel the eyes of the waitress and the hostess on me as Tony guided me past them. What were they thinking? Surely they knew what was going on. The waitress had seen what Tony and Carmela had been doing to me. Now I'm being led by them up to goodness knows what, while they watched with eyes that seemed emotionless and non-judgmental. They knew where I was headed. Had they also been taken up there? My mind was spinning as I started going up the stairs, and I was one step ahead of Tony when he stopped me. "I want you so bad I can taste it," Tony said, as his hand slid up around me and cupped my breast, kneading the little cone in his meaty paw. "What do you like?" "Like?" "What turns you on, Rebecca?" Tony asked, and I could feel his hardness against my ass. "I want this to be as good for you as it will be for us." "The table," I said, stunned that someone was actually asking me what I liked. "What you were doing to my arm. Arms - neck - shoulders." "Like this?" Tony asked, and I felt his tongue slide around my neck, nibbling and gently biting my shoulders and back. My knees were giving way, buckling as Tony tripped every trigger I had, and he had to catch me before we both went down the stairwell together. Tony caught me with hands that not only rescued me, but explored my body rather intimately in such a brief time. "Rebecca, you are going to be a pleasure" Tony said, and helped me up the remaining stairs. "I think we're expected, and I don't want to keep Carmela waiting." I climbed the stairs, albeit reluctantly, as what I really wanted Tony to do was just take me, right there and then. I wanted us to fuck like a couple of animals on the stairs. We entered the upstairs, which was a very attractive studio apartment, and Tony latched the door behind us. Mike and Carmela were talking, and Mike had his shirt undone and was pulling down his pants as we entered. "Thought you two got lost," Carmela said with a laugh, handing me a glass of champagne. I smiled as I took the glass from her and downed it in one swallow. Carmela had taken off her blazer, and was wearing a gorgeous pink silk blouse underneath that complimented her coppery skin nicely. The sleeveless top showcased her beautifully sculptured arms, and the fact that Carmela was quite generously endowed up top was plain to see as well. All that, so what did Tony want with me? Mike was naked except for his underwear and he was repositioning himself so that the bulge was even more prominent than it already was, something that Carmela found amusing. "Your husband is... something," Carmela said, and I laughed nervously along with her. "He's very proud of himself." I rolled my eyes as Mike came over to us, and even though Tony had taken off his suit jacket and tie, and Carmela had shed her blazer, Mike was way ahead of the rest of us. "Wait until you see Becky suck cock!" Mike proclaimed to Tony, who was standing behind me with his hands on my bare shoulders, his minty breath tickling my ear as he whispered something to me. Something that shocked me as he repeated it, and I fought to find the courage to tell Mike what Tony had just told me to say. I looked at Tony in confusion, and when he nodded sternly I went over to Mike and tried to lead him away before doing as Tony had instructed. "We can still go home Mike," I whispered to him. "We don't have to stay here. There's nothing for you in this, babe." I was so horny I was ready to explode, but I would have been happy to leave with Mike right then and there; perfectly willing to tell Tony and Carmela that I had a headache or had changed my mind, thanked them for the dinner and even paid for it somehow. All I needed was for Mike to say the word. We can all look back at defining moments in our lives, and actions and words that affect us forever, and this was one of mine - one of ours. "I really wanna see you with them," Mike said as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his trademark indication that he was excited, while his hand worked under the elastic of his underwear, pulling on his cock in the cramped quarters. "I wanna watch you fuck Tony - and that Carmela is so sexy!" I stepped away from Mike in shock, although why I was surprised I do not know, and went back over to Tony and Carmela, turning around to face Mike as I finally relayed the message that Tony had given me. "If you want to stay, then you need to go over to the corner, sit down and keep quiet," I told Mike loudly. "Otherwise, you have to leave." 8. If that's the way you want it... To my utter amazement Mike did exactly what I had ordered him to do, slowly backing over to sit in the vinyl chair while never taking his eyes off of us. Tony was standing behind me with his arms around me, his hands kneading my breasts through the fabric of the dress. Carmela came up beside us, having shed her blouse and slacks, and was down to a lacy bra and panties, and that brilliantly white bra was restraining a magnificent pair of breasts. I wanted to bury myself in her cavernous copper-colored cleavage as she reached up and undid the two shoulder buttons that were the only things holding up my dress. My dress fell away and I was naked, being pawed at by this couple that I had known for about 3 hours, and I was as out of my mind with lust as I had ever been. "Fuck me," I whispered in Tony's ear as he spun me around. "How do you want it Rebecca?" Tony asked as he nibbled my ear lobe. "Now," I begged. "Hard!" "Rebecca likes it rough?" Tony asked, grabbing a fist full of my hair and pushing me down to my knees. I didn't give a damn how he did it, I only knew that I wanted it. My hands undid his belt and unbuttonned his black slacks, yanking them down quickly. My fingers slid down his muscular and hairy legs as he stepped out of his slacks, but my attention was diverted elsewhere, squarely at the obscene bulge in Tony's boxers. Big, I thought to myself as my hand slid along the bulge that went down along his thigh. I tugged the shorts down quickly and his erection swung free, long and thick, and if it was much different than Mike's, it was only in in being a darker tan. I leaned forward to take it into my mouth but Tony pulled me to my feet by the same handful of hair than he had brought me down to my knees with before. Not violently, but with enough strength that left no doubt as to who was running the show. Silently, Tony reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks, effortlessly lifting me up as Carmela went over and turned on the stereo, rather loudly. Cold As Ice by Foreigner was playing as I wrapped my legs around Tony, and suddenly I felt myself backed against the wall. Tony's cock was being rammed inside of me, and I screamed out like a banshee as he impaled me with his hardness. The wall was shaking as he slammed into me, and something hanging on the wall next to us fell noisily to the floor as he thrust into me with a savagery that I tried to match. I was scratching and clawing at him as I came a moment later, biting into his neck and ripping at his back as he pounded into my cunt like a man possessed. My orgasm seemed like it started from my toes and crashed over me in a series of waves that left my body convulsing as I was crushed between Tony and the wall. When my body finally stopped shaking he was still very hard inside of me, having withstood the brutal contractions his cock had gotten inside me. "Let me," I whimpered as I slid down the wall and went back down to my knees before Tony. That was as much a failure of my legs to hold me up as anything else, but I knew what I wanted. I grabbed his swollen cock in my fist and began sucking on the bulbous crown, tasting me on him as my mouth enveloped the head and began inching down the shaft. While my mouth began sliding further down the thickly veined tool, Tony seemed to try to back away but I hung on to him like grim death, finally leaning him against the same wall he had just tried to fuck me through. Carmela was kneeling down next to us while I gave her husband head I wanted him never to forget, and when I glanced over at her she was smiling at my efforts. Such full red lips and such brilliantly white teeth, I remember thinking, and how I wanted to kiss her at that moment. Instead I offered to share her husband, pointing his cock at Carmela. She shook her head no, clearly wanting to watch me, so I went back to work, intent on putting on a show for her. Down my lips slid, further and further with each bob of my head. His pubic hair was now brushing against my forehead as I struggled to get his fat cock down my throat. Finally, I had to just about cram it down me, wiggling my head back and forth until my lips were on the base of him. Carmela erupted in giggles as I looked pulled myself off of him before swooping back down the length of him. Carmela was beside herself, stroking my back and her husband's ass while she offered me encouragement and praise. I wasn't sure whether I would tell Mike that the cock I was sucking was a little bigger than his; it had to be because I couldn't breathe at all when I took him all the way in. I didn't really give a damn about such things, but I knew it concerned Mike a great deal for some reason, almost like a big dick was an accomplishment instead of an act of nature. I don't think Tony was planning on cumming, but he was going to whether he wanted to or not. I wanted to take his load in my mouth so badly, for whatever reason, and so I began thrusting down on him savagely. Using my fist on the shaft, I sucked his cock hard and fast, my tongue working fast as I did. Carmela reached down and started squeezing his nuts, really yanking and pulling on them hard, and the combination of us seemed to be having an effect on Tony. He was gasping and moaning as he leaned back against the wall, and although I felt he was trying not to cum, the mood I was in and the way I was feeling meant he didn't stand a chance. Tony groaned as his body tensed, knees buckling for a brief second, before his cock exploded in my mouth. Cum spurted down my throat and into my mouth as his cock unloaded like a machine gun, but I took it like the slut I felt like I was at that moment, and he finally had to pull me off his spent dick when I wouldn't let up on him. I got pulled to my feet and Carmela leaned over to me and kissed me, her tongue seeking and finding her husband's spunk, which still lined the inside of my mouth. God, how I wanted her, I thought to myself, and as I was being led over to the bed I realized that at least I was going to get what I wanted. 9. Finally to the bed. As we walked over to the beautiful canopied bed, covered with deep maroon bedding, I glanced over at Mike, who was standing instead of sitting in the corner, pulling on his limp dick. I assumed that he had cum when I did, or while Tony was, and was now trying to prime the pump for another round. Fuck him, I remember thinking to myself. You brought me here with the sole intention of watching me get fucked, and knowing full well you were not getting Carmela, so to hell with you. The backs of my legs were against the bed as Carmela shrugged her bra off, releasing her breasts from their harness, and they were magnificent. I reached out and cupped Carmela's large, full globes, delighting in their firmness. Her nipples were the deepest crimson, almost purple in hue, and those thick pegs were taut as my palms made contact with them for the first time. Down I went on the bed, lighly put down there by the combined escort of Tony and Carmela, who seemed to be communicating on some higher level. Either by plan, by signal or maybe even telepathically, they moved as one as they brought me down and surrounded me. Carmela on my left and Tony on my right, they attacked my breasts, licking and sucking my plump aureolas, pulling on them with their teeth as I squirmed beneath them. Tony grabbed my wrist and brought up over my head, holding it down firmly, and Carmela did the same to my other arm. Stretched out like this was usually humiliating for me, as it made my small breasts practically disappear, but I was beyond caring. Tony's destination was obvious, as he abandoned my nipple and buried his face under my arm. Tony smothered my armpit with passionated kisses, as shivers ran up and down my spine as he attacked the thicket of hair with his lips and tongue. Tony was nibbling, biting and licking me while I thrashed around helplessly, and Carmela even joined in for a second before moving up and whispering in my ear. She said something about turning Tony on, but then she was gone, kissing her way down my body before ending up between my legs. I looked down and watched Carmela raking her hand through my bush, probing my astonishingly wet grotto with her finger before lowering her head and using her mouth. Her tongue caressed my clit, and her swirling made made me gasp. Tony climbed up onto his knees, and I did a double take when I looked at his flaccid cock swinging between his legs as he moved up toward my head. That cock of Tony's was practically as long limp as it was hard, only slightly less thick and pointing in a different direction now. Tony knelt just behind my head, and under his guidance I opened my mouth obediently while arching my neck back, allowing him to drop his weapon into my mouth. Tony held his shaft pf his cock and fed his tool in and out of my mouth like it was a plunger. I felt the tube slide up and down my throat as he used my mouth as he wished, his other hand still stroking under my arm, while Carmela was making me wiggle down below. Tony was starting to get hard, and when his cock began to arch upward he moved forward, dangling his pendulous balls in my face. I sucked on the furry orbs one at a time, and desperately tried not to bite one of them off when Carmela's tonguing brought me to an orgasm, one of a much milder nature than my initial one, but enjoyable nonetheless. As my orgasm ebbed, everyone began shifting around, and Carmela gave way to her husband, who was holding his stiff cock as he moved between my legs. Carmela still had her panties on, but not for long, and when those undies came down I was treated to the incredible sight of her massive black bush. The triangle was even larger than my own, and looked dense. I wondered what the hair felt like, as I reveled in the discovery that maybe I didn't have the hairiest pussy in the world after all. Coarse and kinky. That what her pubes felt like as seconds later Carmela straddled my head with her thighs, facing toward the foot of the bed where Tony was rubbing his cock along my pussy lips, and my face was engulfed by her bush. No need for directions, as Carmela was plenty wet when my mouth found her opening, and she began riding my face as I stuck my tongue out as far as I could. Tony's cock slowly impaled me, and as he began slowly thrusting in and out of me, somebody, probably Carmela, was twisting my nipples roughly. I couldn't tell for sure who it was, because my face was full of Carmela's pussy and ass, but I didn't care. Everything they did to me was right. Carmela was riding my face wildly as I worked my tongue as best I could, and although my hearing was a bit impared at the time, I could hear Carmela crying out. It had seemed like she was cumming, and that was confirmed as my face was treated to a drenching blast of fluid. The shower took me by surprise, and for a second I was afraid I was going to suffocate, erotically smothered by a combination of pussy and cum, before Carmela mercifully climbed off my face. Carmela's husband continued his slow and sensuous work on my pussy, and his long and deep strokes kept me at a very aroused level. Carmela was resting on her elbow next to me, and giggled an apology of sorts as she tidied up my drenched face, pulling off the stray hair she had left behind. I didn't care about that, and instead leaned over and tried to get at the luscious looking tit hanging next to me. Carmela obliged, lifting the globe up to where I could suck on that wonderfully plump nipple. Much like a mother feeding her baby, she let me have a mouthful of her meaty boob. As she did, I happened to notice that Carmela's underarms were shaved, and that struck me as odd, seeing as her husband certainly liked the untrimmed look, and a cursory glance at the barely visible shadow indicated she surely would have had enough to keep him busy for a while. No time for questions now, however, as Tony was pulling himself out of me and rolling me over onto my stomach. He had Carmela roll onto her back as he pulled me up to my hands and knees, and as she spread her legs wide, he grabbed me by the hair and slowly pushed my face down to his wife's pussy. Not violently or roughly, but in a way that clearly indicated to the audience that he was the boss. The audience. Mike. I had forgotten all about my jackass husband. As Tony guided my face down to his wife's pussy, I looked up at Mike. Good old Mike was standing in front of the chair in the corner; the corner in which he had been rudely placed, much like an unruly pre-schooler. Mike had his cock in his hand and was whacking away merrily, seemingly quite pleased that a man had me by the hair and was shoving my face into another woman's cunt. Fuck you again, I thought as I buried my face into that bushy delta, still wet from our previous activity. You want a show, I'll put on a show, you jerk! I tore into Carmela with an animal-like fury while I felt Tony climbing up behind me, raising my hips up a little. For a brief second I panicked, as I felt him rubbing his cock around my anus. I was ready to fly off the bed, because there was no way in the world I was going to let Tony stick that log into my ass. It was only a tease, however, and as he sunk his member into my pussy from behind I let out a groan that was as much relief as it was pleasure. We continued like this for what seemed like forever, and Tony kept up his methodical assualt on my pussy from every angle imaginable. Long and tantalizingly slow strokes, despite my occassional efforts to thrust into him, and I was again being kept on the cusp of an orgasm. Close - but just out of reach, and while it was frustrating, it also held my interest. 10. Changing places. Tony handed me a bottle of lotion, and told me to give Carmela a massage, which seemed like an excellent idea to me as well. Tony knelt beside us while I oiled up his wife's back, slowly stroking his swollen cock while up and down those shapely legs my hands went. Her full and firm buttocks were next, and her copper colored skin was delightfully smooth under my touch. Her back and shoulders were beautifully toned and glistening with lotion, and I kneaded the soft skin with an enthusiasm that revealed how aroused I was. Now on her back, I was straddling Carmela, grinding our pussies into each other, and I giggled when I pictured all of that hair getting tangled together down there. Those breasts; the woman still had breasts even while on her back. My oiled hands went up to her firm globes, and I kneaded and squeezed them while trying to get myself off with our pussies rubbing. So close... but then I was being pulled off Carmela by her husband. My turn. On my stomach, Carmela returned the favor, massaging my legs while Tony worked on the neck and shoulders. Four hands dancing over my skin, touching - squeezing - stroking with a simmering intensity. A finger... Carmela's?... sliding between my ass cheeks and then penetrating my anus. I recognize Gerry Rafferty singing about Baker Street while my back door is being worked over with a gentle touch. It's My Life: Eight I lift my head and all I can see are Tony's balls dangling down just above me. If I could only reach them, I'd lick them - suck them - chew them, but I can't. Tony has my hands and he's pulling them behind my head. A clicking sound follows, and I feel something around my wrists. Handcuffs. They aren't metal, or at least the parts around my wrists aren't. That part feels soft, like leather or vinyl. The clicking part; now that was metal, and the thought of it sent a chill down my spine. More of a shiver of excitement than of fear, although that other emotion was a small part of it. The massage continues. My hands secured behind my neck, I get turned around and now the hands are all over my front. Everywhere and anywhere they want to go. A cloth is placed over my eyes. Blinded and bound - I'm helpless. Whatever Tony and Carmela want to do to me, they can, and I'm powerless to stop them. Hands and tongues are everywhere, and I can't tell which is which or who is who, nor do I care. My skin is on fire. Somebody is rubbing my ankles and it feels so nice. Wait - my ankles aren't being rubbed - there's something going around them. Something being tied to them. Ropes. My legs are being spread wide, and I sense that I'm probably being tied to the bedposts. Wrists bound - something covering my eyes - legs spread wide open. Everything brazenly exposed, and I'm so vulnerable and helpless. A thought races through my mind. I picture my husband letting go of his dick and coming to my rescue, tearing off my shackles and carrying me to safety. My hero! Had Mike done that, I would have killed him. 11. Begging for release. I feel something rubbing around my pussy, and a coolness accompanied by a finger or two makes me feel like I'm being lubricated. Then Tony's cock - that much I'm sure of, having felt it inside me so often that night - is sliding inside of me, and he resumes the agonizingly slow stroking I had been receiving before. I try to thrust myself up into him, but my efforts only hurt my ankles. "Harder! Please!" I call out, and I get no response. All I can hear is the sound of Tony's muffled grunting as he moves in and out of me. That and the Wilson sisters and "Barracuda" coming from the stereo. I thrash my head around and the cloth that was covering my eyes falls off. Not tied on, but merely placed there, I was only as blinded as I wanted to be all along. The handcuffs that kept wrists secured behind my head were real enough, as were the binds that tied me spread-eagled to the bedposts. Tony was real as well, and his hairy torso was glistening with sweat as he looked down upon me, looking pretty proud of what he had done to me so far, and confident that he was in control of himself, and me. I tried to clench my pussy around his cock in an effort to make him cum, but with my legs spread open so widely it was hopeless. Tony was going to cum when he wanted to, and apparently so was I. Carmela was kneeling beside me on the bed, biting her lower lip as she looked down at her husband fucking me, and her hand was between her legs as she watched. She happened to catch me looking at her and smiled as she blushed. "Please," I whimpered. "Want to cum." "I know Rebecca," Carmela said with an understanding nod. "You will." Carmela bent down and her lush full lips met mine. Her tongue parted my lips and I writhed in sweet agony as she her hands rubbed my chest before breaking away from me. Now her fingers were pinching my nipples; first gently, and then harder as she pulled my swollen nubs as if to lift me off the bed by them. I looked up at Carmela, and the look on my face must have been so pitiful that she took mercy on me. Carmela looked down at her husband and nodded, and with that I felt Tony slam into me. I screamed out as Tony began thrusting into me hard and fast. The slap-slap-slap of our bodies slamming together sounded like thunder as he pounded himself into me like a jackhammer. I came... and came. One orgasm or a dozen little ones. I couldn't tell. I was screaming and thrashing around as much as my bindings would permit. The room was spinning and for a moment I felt like I would pass out as the orgasm had my body convulsing uncontrollably. Tony kept ramming in and out of me at a speed I would have thought impossible. Pain - pleasure, it was all the same, and soon my glazed eyes were looking at Carmela for mercy of another kind. Tony had pulled out of me. Had he come? No, he was coming over to the head of the bed, walking on his knees with his erection very much in tow. Carmela was motioning for me to open my mouth, and I assumed that he wanted me to finish him off like that, as Tony knelt by my head while squeezing his cock hard. Tony pointed his throbbing cock at me and let out a guttural moan just as he began to ejaculate a few inches from my mouth. I watched as the cum spurted, and then spewed from him like a faucet. Some went in my mouth, and the rest sprayed all over my face, giving me a warm shower of sperm that felt like it coated my entire head. Carmela wiped away a wad from my eye, which burned a little, while Tony brought the tip of his drooling dick to my lips for a little kiss and lick. On my back and still bound, my thighs quivered from the aftershock of what I had just gone through. Carmela and Tony left the bed, and I welcomed the thought of getting untied, but that was not to be. 12. Some encore. I craned my neck to look down and around to see what was going on. Tony and Carmela were down at the foot of the bed, Tony's one arm around his wife, and the other arm gesturing to me. From out of the corner, Mike lumbers over to the bed and climbs between my legs, his ever-present boner in hand. To my amazement, he's poking around my pussy with his cock, and then slides right on in. With eyes wide and veins bulging in his neck, Mike begins to pound into me. I can't believe what is going on here, as Mike is as aroused looking as I've ever seen him. He was fucking a corpse, although it was a minute or two before it probably sunk in. Humping away into a woman who had already been fucked as much as she wanted that night, and was now being fucked by the man who was supposed to be her husband. Cum was trickling down the sides of my face, into my ears and down my neck. Another man's cum. This not only didn't disgust Mike, it seemed to arouse him. His wife, having been ravaged by another man and woman, bound at the wrists and ankles and covered with another man's seed, was exciting to him. Mike had looked at every part of my body except my eyes, but when ours finally met, perhaps he finally realized what he was doing. I felt his cock grow limp inside me as his emotions changed. Now he was pretending to cum, making all sorts of fake orgasm noises. It was an act that he had pulled one other time when he had lost it, and just like I had done the time before, I let him off the hook. I made my standard fake orgasm noises along with his, so that he could manage to extricate himself from an embarrassing situation. Mike climbed off of me and untied my ankles, and Carmela appeared with the key to the handcuffs. As Mike got dressed Carmela helped rub some feeling back into my wrists and ankles before I got up, or tried to. Perhaps Tony's wish was going to come true, I thought to myself. Maybe Mike would have to carry me out of there, because my legs buckled as soon as my feet hit the ground. Carmela had to steady me while I put my dress back on, which was fortunately the only clothing I had worn besides shoes. We had another glass of champagne, and sipped it in relative silence. What was there to say at that point? It was time to go, and Mike was shaking Tony's hand like he had been granted a great favor, before lumbering down the stairs without me. "Did you have fun Rebecca?" Carmela asked me while I held onto her shoulder for support as I slipped on my shoes. "It was incredible," I told her. "Except for the end." "Anytime you want to come back and visit us, you give us a call," Tony said as he came over to us. "You were even more amazing than my wildest dreams. Bless you for sharing yourself with us." "Our wildest dreams," Carmela corrected him, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "You don't need a chaperone next time either," Tony added as he helped me to the stairs, my husband apparently long gone. "In fact, we'd much prefer it that way." Me too, I said to myself as I tried to get my shaky legs to make it down the stairs without breaking my neck. The darkened restaurant was almost deserted, with only some clattering sounds coming from the kitchen area and a bartender cleaning up as Tony walked with me through the room. Mike was in the car, revving the engine as I walked as slowly as I could to join him. He muttered something about my taking so long before we roared out of the parking lot, and we were halfway home before the silence was broken. "Man, they were really something, weren't they?" Mike asked as he did his customary 70 in a 40 zone. I mumbled something uninteligible in response, hoping to put a damper on the conversation, but Mike had a lot he wanted to talk about. "That Tony's cock was almost as big as mine, wasn't it Becky?" Mike said, having left any sense of guilt back at the restaurant. "What the hell difference does that make?" I answered testily, having grown tired of that childish shit long ago but letting my annoyance about it surface for one of the rare times. "Yeah, it's love that really matters," Mike philosophized, and hearing that coming from him made me laugh like a loon, almost wetting myself as I cackled in the darkness. "Glad you're in a good mood," Mike said, and my laughter was leaving me breathless by then. "Though you were mad at me there for a minute." Mike mercifully shut up for most of the rest of the ride home, but as we pulled in front of our crooked little house that I dreaded walking into now for really the first time in my life, Mike had to come up with a final comment to top off the evening. "You know what I think would help us?" Mike asked me, and before I could start singing that old country chestnut D-I-V-O-R-C-E, Mike was kind enough to provide me with the answer. "Breast implants," Mike announced. "I've been looking into it. They're expensive, but I think if you got them it would really help our marriage." Mike turned off the engine and headed into the house while I sat in the darkness and watched his hulking figure disappear into the house. I sat out there for a long time, until the evening chill and my kidneys forced me to trudge into our house, and it wasn't my rubbery legs or the dull ache between them that made the trip so slow and painful. Looking back. I never got the breast implants that Mike thought I "needed". The very thought of a couple without a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of, spending money we didn't have on something like that was too absurd to seriously consider. Mike's evaluation of my shortcomings might have been aesthetically correct, but it wasn't going to save our marriage, which in all honesty ended that night, emotionally if not legally. I should have realized that there were people who liked me just the way I was, people that thought I was a nice enough person; smart and sexy and attractive in my own way, and were perfectly willing to take me as I was. The day when I finally caught on to that was still well in the future. I did take up Tony and Carmela up on their invitation to visit them again about a year from that night, on the first of what were to become annual break-ups with Mike, and lived in that little apartment upstairs for about a week, which wasn't their main residence but only served them as a refuge when they were too tired from work as well as for other obvious reasons. I bussed tables to earn my keep and ate very well until Mike found me and convinced me he had seen the light and changed his ways. ********** Thanks for reading and writing! I really appreciate everyone's support, and I hope you liked this chapter.