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Entertaining the Ex

By: sycksycko



Pauline parked the car in the garage and depressed the clicker for the doors to close. She left her high heeled shoes on the floor of the car and walked to the connecting kitchen door, her feet clad only in hose. It had been a long, long day at work. As she entered the kitchen, she was greeted by the sight and smells of her husband cooking. "Hello, gorgeous! What's cooking?"

Richard crossed the kitchen and hugged her, giving her a wet kiss. After two and a half years of marriage, Pauline learned the value of the simple things in life. Having a husband greet you with a home-cooked meal after a hard day at work was definitely a good thing in her life. Richard's cooking was delicious, even superior to most restaurants they tried. "I hope you don't mind, I've pulled out all the stops. We've got company tonight." Richard said nodding towards the hallway. Pauline's gaze lingered at the foodstuffs spread out on the kitchen island, for just a dreamy moment, before she looked to the hall. In the doorway to the kitchen stood her nemesis, Mark.

Pauline merely stared at the smiling face of her husband's ex-boyfriend. Mark was a gorgeous guy with a great sense of humor and virtues that outweighed his flaws by a lot, but Pauline could not stand the very thought of the man. Mark and Richard had been boyfriends throughout college, each being the other's first significant romantic attachment, and worse yet, Mark had been Richard's first ever. 

It wasn't the fact that Mark was gay, or that he reminded her of the fact that her husband is bi, which meant to Pauline she had twice the chance to be cheated on some day. The thing she hated about him was the shared history, the sexy and hilarious stories Richard and he recounted on the few occasions they were together. The cherry on top of that bitter cake of hate was the fact that the two of them broke up by virtue of their careers pulling them to separate coasts, rather than any kind of disagreement or indiscretion. The sad twinkle Pauline could detect in Richard's eyes whenever he thought of Mark did not help matters in the least.

Pauline greeted Mark with a smile she did not feel. They exchanged empty pleasantries for a few minutes. "What occasions the visit? Are you in town for long?" asked Pauline.

Mark swallowed the mouthful he was tasting, with an appreciative moan at Richard, before dropping the nuke. "Actually, my stay is indefinite." Pauline did her best not to show her shock as Mark continued, "The company is becoming bicoastal, opening a branch right here in town, and I've been asked to be the deputy head." 

Pauline excused herself to freshen up, then shot back a brief congratulation on the apparent promotion. Upstairs she splashed cold water in her face and took a long hard look at herself in the mirror. She tried to tell herself that everything will be alright, but she couldn't make herself believe it. She and Richard had been together now for as long as he had been with Mark, but that was trumped by Mark being that first, tragic love. 

She now regretted postponing having kids until they were thirty, a kid might stop Richard from leaving her, at least on paper. A divorce would net Pauline a big, empty house and a big alimony check, but it would also bring her a gaping hole in the heart. The things didn't matter to her if she was to be alone. Stripping Richard of all his possessions and dignity would bring her little to no comfort. Pauline suppressed her panic and dismissed those dark thoughts of divorce.

Her imagination was just running amok for a spell and she looked at the positive side. She was married to Richard, and she just had to stay that way. Mark was here to stay, and the fight for Richard's affections had apparently begun. "Well," thought Pauline, "the first round is on MY turf." Pauline rushed into the bedroom and pawed through the wardrobes. She never changed clothes so quickly in her life. Her makeup was deftly adjusted in record time. With a last look at the full length mirror, she came down the stairs just as Richard was about to call her down for dinner.

The looks on both the boys' faces told her she nailed the 'this is how I look at home, when I'm dressed for comfort and not trying to look hot, yet wind up looking spectacular all the same' look. "Fifteen, love." thought Pauline as Richard pulled out her chair for her. The dinner was excellent, but Pauline concentrated on the conversation. She thought of it as a verbal battlefield and countered each story of Mark and Richard's past with one that extolled the virtues of married life, and building a life together.

Mark started agreeing with her sentiment, and then bemoaned the fact that, because most people could marry freely and build a future as a couple, they never understood the plight of those that were not allowed to. Richard agreed heartily. 

"Fifteen all." counted Pauline to herself, and steered the conversation to lighter topics. The wine was flowing freely and they were opening the third bottle just after dessert. Pauline skipped off to the kitchen to make coffee and returned to find the men on the couch, Richard's hand on Mark's knee. She choked down her anger and remembered the old adage: "You catch more flies with honey than vinegar." She poured the coffee bending down at the waist, giving the boys a good view of her cleavage. A view, she noted, even Mark took in. Then she planted her tight, supple buttocks in Richard's lap. She knew that drove him wild. She leaned back on Richard and sipped her coffee as relaxed as if she was sitting in the empty armchair opposite. Richard put his hands in her lap. "Thirty, fifteen." was Pauline's smug thought as she put her head back on Richard's shoulder with a cuddly moan.

Pauline started to discreetly, ever so slightly, grind her ass. The wine kicked in by now and they started telling dirty jokes and recounting random sexual conquests. Inhibitions lowering by the minute, Pauline felt that Mark could not miss what she was doing right in front of them, but she didn't care. She was a married woman in her own home, and if she wanted to dry hump her husband in front of 'the other woman', she was damn well going to! In fact, Pauline decided to up the ante a few more notches. "Mark, where are you staying tonight?" she asked. 

"Oh, I'm at the Four Seasons. Company put us up for the month. I'm going apartment hunting next week." 

"Well, you have to stay with us tonight, you'll spend plenty of time in that lonely hotel room." Mark and Richard exchanged a look which Pauline couldn't make out. "Please, stay, and you'll enjoy a home made breakfast in the morning." said Pauline, while leaving unsaid that she intended for him to "enjoy" her shrieks of ecstasy for half the night. 

Mark reluctantly agreed when Richard joined in on the request with a note of humor in his voice. Pauline attributed it to the wine making her hear things and counted "Forty, fifteen". As the conversation wound down, she dragged Mark upstairs to the spare bedroom right next to the master one. She was the very epitome of domesticity as she turned the bed down and pointed out all the amenities to him. She left his door ajar, bid him good night, and then entered her own bedroom to find Richard sitting on the bed, wearing only his briefs. 

She left the door open behind herself and started to slowly undress while gyrating sensuously. "Time for the game point." she said to herself and finally revealed her bosom after many peeks. By the time she danced her way to the bed, she was only wearing her thong, and Richard was rock hard, his briefs gone. She grinned in triumph as she undulated in front of him with her arms in the air. Richard stroked her hips and then hooked the sides of her panties, pulling them down to her knees. She kept her arms up and danced while the panties fell down on their own. She bent over and planted her hands on either side of her husband, ostensibly for balance as she stepped out of her panties, allowing her hot breath to just tickle the purple mushroom head of Richard's cock. 

She turned her face upwards and french kissed him, then gently pushed him to lie back. She knelt down and took hold of his erection with one hand and let out a gobble of spit which landed on the head of his cock. Her other hand came up and started to gently tickle the underside of his ball sack, all the way to the perineum, using only the very tips of her fingers. Richard moaned appreciatively. She licked the tip of his dick and he got up on his elbows to watch. She stroked his length with one hand that glided fast over the hot flesh, and very, very gently massaged his scrotum with the other. Her tongue danced all over the backside of the head of his cock, slathering it with saliva. 

Richard started to groan impatiently, and Pauline's tongue retreated. She grinned at him and looked him straight in the eye as she pursed her wet lips and pressed them to his tip. Richard's eyelids fluttered closed, and his deep breaths became hitched, as she slowly began lowering her tightly pursed lips down his cock. Her wet tongue danced wildly over every bit of cock that made it in her mouth. This exquisite torture seemed to go on for ages from Richard's perspective. When she finally pressed her lips to his rolled back foreskin, her tongue danced all over the sensitive underside of his cock. Richard was so close to the best orgasm of the year, all he needed was for her to tug him once more, but she didn't. He opened his eyes and gave Pauline a demanding look. She was smiling, as best she could with her lips distended around his cock, and then pulled her mouth off his wet dick.

Before Richard could react to the loss of sensation, she moved the hand from the scrotum to the base of his cock and squeezed to the point of pain. Her other hand started jerking him off furiously. Her thumb was pressed lengthwise against the underside of his cock, pressing all the way to the tip on every upstroke. His hips started rising and falling in counterpoint to the motions of her jerking hand and Richard came with a loud groan. He almost lost consciousness. When he caught his breath he looked at the triumphant face of his wife, streaked with his cum. He pulled her face up with one hand and kissed her. He took his time kissing her and slowly licking his cum off her lips, eyelids and the bridge of her nose. After each lick, he would french kiss her again. It was their habit to kiss after a fellatio, snowballing the cum between them. Neither minded the salty, buttery taste. 

Pauline genuinely loved her husband's freaky bedroom antics. On their wedding night, Richard deflowered her anally and Pauline came like never before, like she never thought possible. She adored being penetrated in the ass from behind, Richard's body pressing against the length of her own. One of her husband's hands would simultaneously be touching her clit and penetrating her all the way to her g-spot, the other one rubbing her nipples. With his mouth on the side of her neck, tickling all the way to her ear, or french kissing her, she would be in heaven. That combination of sensations always brought her to multiple orgasms and they did it almost once a week. She liked it even better than when he ate her out. She would have loved to do it tonight, but, with Mark nearby, she wanted Richard to fuck her vanilla style. As they swallowed a part of Richard's load each, she gently tugged her hand that was grasping the base of his cock the whole time. He was still hard and Pauline knew he would last for a quarter hour ride.

Even if she only came once, she intended to make it sound like an orgy. Richard shimmied up the bed and Pauline followed on all fours. She lowered her breasts, the erect nipples dragging across his thighs, then over his belly and chest until she presented them to his mouth. He kissed around the aureole before licking it and sucking the nipple into his mouth for a nibble. He did the same to the other one, while he twisted the first one with his fingers. Pauline moaned louder than usual and threw her head back. She rose up on her knees and paused with a sharp gasp, as Richard held on to her nipple with his teeth, turning her breast into a cone. 

She looked him in the eye as the pain acted like an aphrodisiac, making her pussy weep. He let go with a smile and she practically fell on his lap. Her butt cheeks were pressed up against his cock. She reached behind herself and grasped it. Rising up, she walked a bit backwards on her knees, helped along by his hands on her hips. She aimed his cock at her pussy and lowered herself with a loud moan. She only took in a few inches before straining upwards again and coming down for some more. Richard let her set the pace and depth, content to merely help with her balance. 

Pauline now had her husband's cock all the way up her pussy. She moaned loudly as she ground it all around her insides, and yelped every time she rose up and lowered herself back down. She vocalized like a porn star when he reached up and began toying with her nipples. Fucking her husband with Mark next door was turning her on in ways she couldn't imagine. Before long, she came without even touching her clit. The orgasm ripped through her body, leaving an exhausted warmth in it's wake. She still wanted a bigger show and she smiled at Richard.

Richard's face sported a naughty grin, but Pauline didn't care. He put one hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. She loved the feel of his hard cock inside her as her body shifted. She felt his head nod and her eyes shot open in dismay when she felt another hand on her hip. Richard now held her fast as the bed tilted to announce the arrival of a third person. She felt a finger with a blob of lubricant snaking it's way between her buttocks and tried to break out of her husband's grip. 

Mark's voice came from behind, shushing her. A rush of adrenaline cleared the post orgasmic fog from her head. Is her husband's ex going to fuck her ass while she was riding her husband? Her brow furrowed and she searched her husband's eyes, not being able to make anything out in such proximity. Her shouts of protest were muffled by her husband's mouth. The finger felt tender, but insistent on her asshole. Pauline had the fantasy of being sandwiched between two guys since she was in junior high, and thought she would live to realize it after she married a bisexual man and started to enjoy anal sex, but this was wrong. If it was anyone but Mark, she'd do it right now, but she had no intention of being used as Mark's conduit back into Richard's sex life.

Richard took his hand off the back of her head and she straightened up a bit. She used one hand for balance and tried to protect her rear with the other. Richard twitched his cock inside her and her breath caught. She opened her mouth to protest the situation, but Richard just crooned at her to relax, over and over again. Mark grabbed her hand and pressed it flat against his abdomen. She twisted around and saw that his cock was hard and covered with a lubricated condom. She drew a deep breath when she saw the look in Mark's eyes. 

He was hungry for her. There was no other way to describe it. He pressed his cock to her anus and waited. Pauline was torn. As much as she wanted to experience a threesome, she did not want to lose her husband over it. The look in Mark's eyes and the twitching of Richard's cock in her pussy were working together to drown out any higher brain functions. She was a deer in the headlights. "I want you." Mark simply said. "I've wanted you, ever since Richard first told me about you. I've wanted you more, and more, with every thing he mentioned about you." Pauline found herself believing him and considered the possibility of a permanent love triangle developing between them.

All concerns vacated her brain as Mark's cock pushed into her ass and slipped past the ring of muscles on the first try. She let out a strangled cry. Even with the lubricant it was a very uncomfortable thing since Richard was still very much in her pussy. She remembered her hand was wedged between her ass and his belly and used it to push him back a bit. Mark stopped pushing in. Richard reached up with both hands and began kneading her breasts. Now Mark had both hands on her hips. She caught her breath and began moaning in pleasure. As she moved her hand up to Mark's chest, he pushed in another inch, eliciting a sharp cry from her and getting her nails dug into his skin. That would make him pause for a few seconds. They repeated this a few more times, until Mark bottomed out in her bowels and she turned to fully face Richard, putting both hands on his shoulder. 

"I love you!" she gasped out. 

"Oh, baby," replied Richard, "the best is yet to come!"

Mark grasped her under her breasts and raised her up so Richard could change into a kneeling position that mirrored his own. During this maneuver, Pauline was of little help, as neither erection slipped out of her, but kept rubbing up against each other through her innards. She was but a rag doll between them. Now Richard held her up by one hip and one knee, keeping her wide enough for uninterrupted access. Mark held the other hip and kneaded her breasts with one hand. "You have spectacular tits." he told Pauline. She put one hand on Richard's shoulder and the other behind her head to pull Mark in for a kiss. Richard bent down and licked her tits. 

The three of them kissed each other in turns as the boys reamed her out from both ends. Each thrust seemed to wipe a thought from her mind. Richard kissed the back of Mark's hand over her breasts and shot him a look. Pauline was lost in the throes of ecstasy, but still saw it as some sort of a blessing. Mark's hand stroked down her belly towards her pussy. He tickled the hood of her clit and Pauline was so close. He kept tickling the same spot and finally Pauline had to exert herself to get the pressure to the right spot. The depravity of being touched there by her husband's ex, and having to make the final push herself, sent her way past the edge and she began cumming in continuous waves. She was lost in a sea of pleasure, the waves created by the pounding of her lovers' hot flesh. 

She could hear loud cries of "yes".

Pauline had no concept of time so she didn't know how long it took her to realize the cries were of her own making. When she started to come back to the real world she felt an emptiness in her ass. Her husband was holding her up against him with one arm around her back. His other hand was tangled in her damp hair and turned her head to the side. As she gasped for breath, she felt that something was missing. When her vision cleared, she saw Mark standing next to her on the bed, the condom was gone, and he was jacking himself off furiously. With a series of short, loud shouts, Mark emptied his balls all over her face. She could only smile feebly. 

Mark stepped off the bed, his chest heaving, and laid down next to them. Richard laid her back and started to do what he desperately wanted to. He pounded in and out of her pussy with rising frequency, and she barely held on to consciousness. She was tapped out, and couldn't come anymore, but she wanted to feel him cum inside her. She wanted to feel claimed by her mate. Richard's thrusts became faster and faster until he finally came with a shuddering groan. She enjoyed each mighty thrust followed by a hot spurt of cum in her womb. 

They were gazing into the other's eyes, catching their breaths, when Mark's face butted in and licked his own cum from her cheek. Richard joined in on the fun and they cleaned her up with their tongues. After Richard's flaccid cock slipped out of her, he lay down beside her, and french kissed her, again transferring the cum from his mouth into hers. After they finished, Mark grasped her jaw and turned her face his way and did the same.


Entertaining the Ex



Now Richard reached down, scooped up his cum and the juices that had seeped out of her pussy, and fed them to Mark. Pauline had never before seen something as erotic as Mark licking Richard's fingers with relish. The three of them snowballed the bodily fluids between themselves until they each swallowed some of them. They all rolled on their sides and covered up with a blanket. With Richard pressed up against her behind, and her breasts mashed against Mark's back, Pauline fell asleep thinking this could turn out to be the start of a very beautiful friendship.



Entertaining the Girls



Here's an experience that I had several years ago, before I was married, with a female co-worker who happened to live across the street from me. Her name was Carol and she had a quiet and subdued, yet extremely direct way of letting a guy know what was on her mind, particularly if it involved sex. Although Carol and I eventually ending up sleeping together a couple of times, this incident occurred before we got to that stage in our relationship. 

At the time (I was 29) I was the only male in an office of about 12 women and I was really enjoying the attention. Although I hadn't slept with anyone of my co-workers at that point, there was lots of sexual teasing going on between Carol and me, most of it having to do with masturbation. Neither Carol nor I were dating anyone at the time so we both had lots of sexual energy to burn off. 

Anyway, over several days our conversation got down to imagining what it would feel like to masturbate in front of someone of the opposite sex. We both admitted to our "secret" desire of wanting to do this, although Carol felt she'd be too embarrassed to expose herself this way in front of a guy. I, on the other hand, was somewhat of an exhibitionist at this point in my life so I pursued this topic further in the hope I might be able to live out one of my long-held fantasies-stripping and beating-off in front of a woman. For her part, I think Carol sensed she had tapped into a fantasy of mine and, rather than try to re-direct the conversation, she kept asking leading questions, which only encouraged me more! 

Taking a deep breath, she was after all a co-worker who I didn't know all that well, I eventually told her more about my fantasy: my desire to "perform" in front of several women, not wanting anyone else to participate and my willingness to do whatever I was directed to do by those watching. 

Well, her reaction was both more and less than I expected. Rather than run screaming out of the room, Carol just looked at me for a long time and said that she found my fantasy to be quite a turn-on. 

In telling her, of course, I found myself getting horny at the thought that this really might happen after all. I didn't quite know what to say next, having just opened myself up to a colleague I'd only known for a couple of months. Besides, we were having this conversation in her office, which was open to anyone who might choose to pop-in and say hello. Anyway, the mood was broken by the ringing of her phone and our need to get back to work. 

Carol and I didn't get an opportunity to talk again that day or the next. As it often happens when you've just shared some very intimate piece of yourself with someone, it's very hard to re-connect with them on a more normal basis.

Naturally, I was afraid that she had re-considered what I had told her and decided I was creep and a pervert and that she was purposefully staying away from me. As a result, I was concerned (and intrigued) a few days later when Carol left a note asking me to come by her place about 8 in the evening so we could talk about what I had told her. 

I stayed late at work that evening, beating myself UP for having been so open with her so quickly. I was certain that I had blown it with Carol-that I had somehow misread her interest in me, that I had come-on too strong and actually scared her away. 

Walking over to her apartment I was imagining all the different ways she was going to tell me she never wanted to talk to me again when I heard giggling coming from her window. Inviting me in I was very surprised to see two women sitting on the couch. One was Paula, a very attractive co-worker, who was always putting me down at work and letting me know how little she thought of me. The other woman, equally good looking, was Susan, an old friend of Carol's who, according to Carol, was prudish about all things sexual. 

Anyway, here I am standing in front of these three women wondering what Carol wanted to talk about when she tells me, no instructs me, to strip! Not believing my ears (or perhaps not wanting to believe), I begin to make small talk with Susan, but she too makes the same demand-strip!!! Even Paula, who by now has a smirk on her face, is barking out the same command. Slowly, but not too slowly, it dawns on me that Carol had invited Paula and Susan over to be my audience. 

So here's my one, and perhaps, only chance, of living out my fantasy. Although my fantasy always involved women I didn't know or work with, the thought of humiliating myself in front of co-workers, particularly one who thought so little of me, heightened the thrill. 

Not wanting to blow this opportunity, I begin to unbutton my shirt and then remove my shoes and socks. No one is talking-the three women are just watching as I stand in front of them bare-chested. As I begin to unzip my pants, Susan lets out a little gasp and I can barely hear her murmur an unbelieving "no" under her breath. In spite of this she doesn't take her eyes off of me, which is just fine with me, as I'm beginning to enjoy the attention. I let my jeans slide into a pile at my feet and step out of them. 

Now I'm standing just a few feet in front of these three women in my shorts with my dick trying to poke its head out and say hello. Still no one says anything-they're just staring at my crotch and I'm just savoring the moment. Though we all know what's going to happen next, it feels like we don't know how to get there. My heart is pounding and my cock is jumping in anticipation and I notice the front on my shorts is becoming wet with pre-cum. 

Finally, I know I need to seize the moment and I pull off my shorts in one movement. 

Standing in front of them naked I'm strangely comfortable. It's as if I've done this a thousand times before-only this time it's real!!! I grab hold of my cock and begin stoking it, never taking my eyes off of Paula. 

Instead of feeling humiliated, I suddenly feel liberated, as if I'm finally in control. I move toward the couch wanting to get as close as I can, to give them as good a view of my hard cock as possible. 

Taking my eyes off Paula I notice that Carol is rocking ever so slightly on the couch and has her right hand buried between her legs. 

This turns me on even more as I begin to feel that familiar tightening in the balls and know I'll be spurting my cum soon. I get my cock right up in Susan's face, beating off the entire time and she has this astonished look on her face. I turn sideways to get even closer and she raises her right hand, I assume to push me away, but pushes my hand off and starts stroking my cock with real intensity. 

Paul and Carol are now watching the two of us-she's got a real grip on me while I'm moaning away trying to keep from exploding. Although her technique needs some work, she's got me to the point where I'm ready to cum and I tell her so. She puts her free hand on my ass and pulls me so I'm facing her and increases her pace. 

I know I can't hold back much longer, but I figure, I warned her, so I begin to spurt all over her face. I had quite a lot, since I hadn't masturbated for a few days, so there was quite a lot of cum all over her. Slipping away from her grip, I pulled away extremely satisfied and pleased that I had managed to experience this fantasy. 

It was then I heard the low groans coming from Carol. She was also cumming and her torso was shaking wildly as she lifted her hands from her crotch. I think it was Susan, with my cum dripping off her face, who finally broke the quiet and began to laugh out loud at what had just happened. 

I got a towel and began to wipe the cum off her face. Eventually, all of us, even Paula, opened up, and talked about how exciting what had just happened was. This led us into a general, no holds-barred discussion of our deepest and darkest sexual fantasies. All the while, I remained naked with these three women!!!

Eventually, Carol and I started sleeping together and I discovered that she too, was quite an exhibitionist. But that will have to wait for another time.



Entertaining the Guest



Most kitchens across America feel uncomfortable on Thanksgiving, what with all the cooking and preparation going on. There's always something to do, look for, put out or put back. Even a clean kitchen is usually a mess on Thanksgiving, before or after the big meal. But my extreme discomfort as I stood in my kitchen had nothing to do with the food. I was there alone with my wife. The lights were out, so the only illumination came from the chandelier over the dining table in the next room, where our guest waited quietly.

Sharon, my wife, gave me a look that would've killed most men. Looking back, I'm surprised I survived it. It wasn't an angry look she gave me, but a knowing one. And considering what I knew I'd done, the prospect at her having figured it out was no less than chilling.

I pretended not to know what she was "knowing" about, but my hard swallow gave me away. Of course, it didn't help that "she" was in the next room.

"She" was our guest who sat just ten feet away, unseen, in the dining room. Sharon and I move a lot because of my job, and rarely do we celebrate Thanksgiving with anyone other than each other. But we like company, and we're always open to spending holidays with someone. This year I had the opportunity to invite someone from my office who was going to be otherwise alone for the holiday. 

That someone just happened to be the same woman who I had almost had an affair with just a couple months earlier. Despite our near infidelity, we had patched things up afterward and were quite professional about it all. But we both still held desires for each other. I hadn't realized my mistake until a second after the words "Why don't you come over?" had come out of my mouth.

I might have taken the invitation back, but I couldn't help but get excited at the prospect of spending more, personal time with this woman--named Kendra--and I tricked myself into believing I could get away with it. If it was any other woman, someone with whom my relationship was truly innocent, my wife wouldn't have had a problem, but I had confessed to Sharon about the incident...sort of...and she had a nose for sniffing these kind of things out. Though I never told Sharon who I had almost slept with, she could read my nervousness and excitement when Kendra arrived. She knew what kind of women turned me on. She had also already met every woman at my office except Kendra, and Kendra was by far the most attractive, so it was kind of like putting two and two together.

The one thing I had going for me was that I had left out the torrid details of my almost-evening with Kendra. Sharon was under the impression that we were only tempted, that we touched each other through our clothes and "kinda" kissed before backing away from each other. Had she known the truth--that Kendra had displayed her body to me and fingered herself while I jerked myself off onto her tits and palmed her naked pussy as she came--Sharon never would've forgiven me, and I would've been single by now with half my stuff in another state.

But with the way Sharon was looking at me now, it seemed like she did know. I opened my mouth to say...anything.

And then something in my wife's face changed. Her expression relaxed, just a little, and her eyes glimmered with something that gave me hope, however brief. Sharon moved to me, slowly pushing her body against mine and taking me delicately in her arms. Her eyes were locked onto mine, looking less accusing and more desperate with each passing moment. But what, I wondered, was she desperate for?

She kissed me, gently, and swiped her tongue between my lips, just grazing them with her soft, strong muscle before taking it back. But her lips stayed against mine, and then they opened. I opened my mouth in response, ready to accept her tongue and about to offer mine when suddenly her tongue forcefully rolled and coiled and slashed into me. The deepening of the kiss set off a chain reaction as Sharon's body snapped to attention. Her fingers gripped me tighter, her arms pinned me in a fierce hug, her body pressed against me.

Sharon is shorter than me, which is why it surprised me when she somehow rose herself up as she squeezed me, putting her head above mine and her breasts at my upper chest. Then I realized that, in my shock and--I'll admit it--fear of this situation, I had shrunk down, submitting to her aggressive advance. I was putty in her hands, and I had no idea what was provoking this. While Sharon could be spontaneous and didn't have any problem directing things in bed every now and then, the fact that she was doing this with a guest she barely knew just a few feet away--

And then it hit me. Sharon was doing this because Kendra was here. I didn't have time to figure out exactly why, but I didn't need it, because the first words out of Sharon's mouth since this all started confirmed it.

"Was it her?" she asked, breathless.

I didn't want to answer, and I wasn't even sure how to lie or sidestep the question, because I didn't know what Sharon was after. I tried to break away from her, but she kept kissing me, hard, and I could only submit. I put my hands on her tight little ass and squeezed in spite of my dilemma.

Sharon took advantage of my unintended participation and lifted herself off her feet, giving her full weight to me and sliding herself up my body until her lips were kissing the top of my head, her hands were running through my hair, and her breasts were pressed against my face. 

One of her breasts was uncovered; it had slipped out through the large neck of the silk top she'd been wearing. Her skin was cool against my face, and the nipple, though small, was very hard and fat. Sharon had pointy rather than round breasts, and they were large for her size, but even more unusual was how her bright pink areola covered almost the majority of them. Her one-of-a-kind boobs always got me throbbing, and so I opened my mouth and caught her magnificent tit between my lips, sucking and licking feverishly. I didn't want to be doing this, and I was sure Sharon was up to something that would make me regret it even more later on, but I couldn't help myself.

"Was it her?" I heard Sharon gasp again as she thrust her chest against my face.

She spread her legs around me, holding onto me. I had nowhere to go, and slunk back against the cabinets, accepting her breasts with a watering mouth, but still afraid to give her the answer she demanded. Without ceasing my licking for even a second, I glanced toward the open kitchen door, where I could see half the dining room table, all set and ready for Thanksgiving. I could even see the chairs meant for me and my wife. The only thing still out of sight, thankfully, was our guest who we had left sitting at the unseen end of the table.

Sharon pushed herself down and back onto her feet. She kissed me strong again, then looked me hard in the eyes as her hands fumbled with my belt.

"You can tell me, Chris" she said. It didn't appear that she was going to accept my silence any longer.

I nodded and squeaked out a "yes".

The word had barely passed my lips when Sharon slipped down before me and pulled out my hard-on. There was no teasing or stroking. She simply engulfed me, eagerly sucking me down and bobbing with long, steady movements. She was salivating immensely; I was soaked to the point of dripping in under five seconds. My whole body shuddered uncontrollably, and I fought to keep my groans and gasps as quiet as possible. I was just looking back into the dining room to check if there was anything new with my guest when Sharon released me, replacing her mouth with her hand.

"Did you fuck her?" she whispered.

"No," I replied quickly, and I checked again on the dining room, afraid that Kendra might hear, or come around the corner at any second looking for us. We had been gone an unusually long time, and she had to be wondering what we were still doing in the kitchen, in the dark. And with nothing else to focus on, Kendra was probably straining to listen. Even if she couldn't make out our words, certainly she could hear our heavy breathing.

"Did you want to?" Sharon asked.

It was one of those questions with no right answer. Obviously if this was the woman I'd been tempted by, the prospect of fucking her had crossed my mind. And Kendra was a beautiful, younger woman--I'd be surprised if any heterosexual guy who met her didn't have at least a little fantasy shoot through their head involving getting her naked in bed. But I couldn't see how admitting this would help my situation any.

"Sharon, please," I said weakly, involuntarily gyrating my hips against her hand. I wanted to say more, to either ask her why she was doing this or calm her down or something, but words were hard to come by as all the energy and concentration in my body became centered around my cock.

Sharon dipped under me, putting her lips to the underside of my dick right behind my head, sucking on the ultra-sensitive flesh and tonguing it at the same time. My whole body shuddered and didn't stop. I wasn't sure if I was going to cum or faint. I tried to resist both.

"Did she do this to you?" Sharon asked in an angry tone. "Did cute little Kendra suck your fat cock?"

"No," I said, gritting my teeth through the pleasure. "Sharon, my God, why are you doing this? Can't we talk about this later...when she's gone?"

She put my cock head in her mouth, sucked it hard, then let it plop noisily out between her lips like a big, wet lollipop. "No," she said. "You're going to fuck me now!" And then she went back to sucking me, taking me slow and deep, into her throat even, fucking me with her face.

I couldn't help but groan, and I couldn't help but become louder. I didn't know why she was doing this. If it was her intent to embarrass me, there were meaner ways of doing it then by giving me great head.

"Let me hear you love it," Sharon gasped at me between sucks. I had no choice but to oblige, because she changed methods again, twirling her tongue along my length as she pumped me with her mouth.

I let out a loud, short groan. There was no way Kendra wouldn't have heard it or mistaken it for something else. And then I knew. Sharon was doing this to embarrass Kendra, but more than that to teach her a lesson. One room over, not only would Kendra be subject to the two of us doing this in her presence, an uncomfortable experience at best, but Kendra would also hear me groaning and moaning, which would only add insult to injury. It would tell Kendra that I still wanted my wife, and that my wife still had me in her control. But most of all it would tell Kendra that, no matter how much I liked her, satisfying my wife--and being satisfied by her--was more important to me than making Kendra feel comfortable. By making my pleasure audible, I was embarrassing Kendra at least as much as Sharon was. 

And that was exactly the message Sharon had set out to convey. It was mean. It was crafty. And I knew it was going to work, because at that moment, though I still cared about Kendra, I wanted nothing more than to satisfy my wife.

Sharon had grabbed my ass and pulled herself against me, fucking her face on my shaft while letting her lustful, hungry moans grow louder with every stroke. I could tell that she wanted to do this to me, to make it seem like more of a punishment, and that I was to just submit to her and be as loud and obvious about it as possible. That wasn't hard, because I didn't need to concentrate to verbalize my pleasure. I just had to stop holding back.

"Oh God, Sharon," I moaned, putting my hands onto the back of her head to feel her as she bobbed on me. "Don't stop. Please don't stop. Oh God..."

Despite my wishes, Sharon stopped sucking me. She moved up, pulled her shirt down so both breasts were free through her big neck hole, and squeezed them around my soaking cock, fucking her chest against me until I called out again.

"Fuck yes! Oh God I love your tits!"

That didn't last long either, though, because suddenly Sharon was standing up straight and turning around, lifting her skirt and backing up to me. She grabbed my cock with one hand and pulled her panties aside with the other, then fed me into her tight, sopping cunt. I called out unintelligibly as I sunk into her, and just as I was about to begin fucking her, she took control and fucked her body against me. I just stood there, my back to the cabinets, as Sharon rammed her pussy against me faster and faster. Slipping my hands under her skirt, I grabbed her ass and just held on for the ride, shouting out sounds and obscenities in pleasure all the while.

We must have fucked like that for five minutes before I felt my orgasm getting too close to call off. I announced that I was going to cum soon, and Sharon pulled away from me, turned around to face me, then hugged against me, raising herself just enough to guide me back into her body. Because of our height difference, I had to hold her and do the fucking, but that didn't stop Sharon from humping against me as she dangled in my arms. She bucked so hard and fast that I had trouble staying on my feet. Her pointy tits slapped against my face, the nipples poking at my eyes. I felt her body begin to shudder and snap. She was climaxing.

My cum surged up my shaft, and I screamed through clenched teeth. My legs went weak, and I stumbled across the kitchen for something to brace myself against. If I fell to the floor, one of us was going to get hurt. I wanted to reach the kitchen table, but I was so unbalanced I couldn't control where we were headed: right out the door to the dining room. 

I was cumming, pumping my seed into Sharon's quivering, contracting pussy even before I slammed her down onto the dining room table. My body fell over hers and we kissed hard and deep as I instinctively thrust my sperm as deep into her as possible and as her pussy sucked it down hungrily. I was aware of the sounds of dishes clattering and wine glasses clinking as we shook the table, and Sharon's head was resting against the yet to be carved turkey in the center. But neither of us cared about the mess we were making. I moaned loudly into her mouth as we kissed, and I didn't stop until the last of my cum was well gone into her welcoming body.

The first thing I did when it was over was look up to see Kendra's reaction, but her seat was empty. She was gone, and the coat she'd worn over here that I had hung on the rack beside the door was gone, too. I hoped she had left early, before things became too obvious and insulting. 

I looked to Sharon, who had a sinister yet satisfied smile on her face. This was exactly what she had wanted. But it wasn't over yet, because she slid herself further onto the table, pushing away the plates and silverware, mashed potatoes, green beans, stuffing, and the bread, then lifted her skirt, pulled off her panties and spread her legs, pointing her pussy right at my empty seat at the head of the table.

This was going to be a Thanksgiving dinner I'd never forget, and as I sat down at my seat and lowered my face to my special meal, I realized that what I had done and what I was about to eat weren't the only things making this evening extraordinary. There was also the fact that Kendra's wine glass, which I had filled right before entering the kitchen with my wife, was still standing, but it was empty, meaning either Kendra had slammed it down, or she'd taken her time to sip it, perhaps listening to our whole act.

The latter explanation seemed more likely when I saw that Sharon's decorative Thanksgiving wreath that hung on the inside of the front door was still swinging on it's nail, meaning that someone had closed the door just seconds ago. There was no way Kendra hadn't heard everything, and it was very likely she'd been in the room as Sharon and I shared orgasms on the dining room table.

Maybe, I thought, she was even still sitting at the table until the last possible second.

*

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Entertaining the Ladies



The evening started much as any other. I'd been visiting Mistress once a month for nearly a year now. It was an interesting diversion for me and certainly helped to keep me grounded. 

I suppose I should explain. I am to all intents and purposes dominant, both in my normal day-to-day life and sexually. I naturally control most situations into which I enter, be they business negotiations or in sexual play. My visits to Mistress came from a curiousity which could not be truly satisfied by switching roles with my partner. I always found myself topping from the bottom, suggesting scenarios and possible activities.

I arrived at the designated time, dressed as requested. Mistress proved to be quite imaginative in her build up to my visits and I looked forward to seeing her and finding out what she had planned for me, and, of course, for herself. In my attempts to submit to her I had given her complete control of my daily routine for a couple of days prior to any visit, with the obvious exception of my business diary (although I did have to make her aware of her movements so she might add to things).

This week had certainly proved to be more challenging than most. 

I'd had a series of client meetings on Wednesday. Mistress had demanded that this week I not wear any underwear and, whilst I had not really been effected being office bound for the first two days, I was most aware of this as I arrived on site at my first appointment on the Wednesday morning. I received a text message on my phone just as I pulled up in my car. I was to visit the toilets when we broke for coffee and masturbate until fully erect – Mistress was always quite specific that I was not to cum at all prior to my visit. I returned to the second half of the meeting being very careful not to display my predicament to my clients but I was most aware of my throbbing erection as I sat at the boardroom table. It was a most pleasant distraction.

I texted Mistress at lunch time to let her know I had complied with her request. She responded quickly , letting me know she was pleased. You can't beat positive reinforcement.

As I arrived at my afternoon appointment I received another text instruction me to do the same as earlier. This time it proved to be more of challenge. I was making a presentation to two female clients and I am sure they were aware of my erection as I returned to the meeting. I remained hard for longer this time and I was very aware of a slight wet patch from the pre-cum on the crotch of my suit trousers. It may have been mild paranoia, but I'm sure I received two knowing smiles as I bid farewell to my clients at the end of our meeting.

Once again I texted Mistress to let her know my task had been completed. She called me this time, knowing I had a drive home. She asked me to describe both situations, which I did in detail. She was most pleased about the afternoon meeting. She gave me my instructions for the evening during our call. Once home I was to strip and remain naked until bedtime. I was to compose an e-mail to her describing in detail how I had performed my tasks and how I felt whilst erect in the company of others. I felt rather good as I hit the send button later that evening.

As I turned in for the night my phone bleeped away letting me know a new text message had arrived.

Mistress thanked me for my e-mail and instructed me to massage 'her cock' before going to sleep. I was to keep massaging until I was about to cum and then stop. I was to text her again in the morning to let her know how long it took 'her' erection to subside.

I started Thursday with coffee and a text to Mistress. Having not cum since Saturday it had taken quite a while to get to sleep the night before. Even after my erection had lessened I had a dull ache in my balls and longed for relief.

I was office bound once more and Mistress texted me a number of times during the day, instructing me to visit the toilets and massage 'her cock' until hard. By the end of the day my work colleagues must have thought I had a bladder complaint! I'm sure the receptionist had noticed my erection after one of my visits.

As I left the office I texted Mistress to let her know I was on the way home. She called me with my instructions for the evening. Again I was to remain naked once home. This time I was to wear the chastity device we had bought together on a visit to a local fetish fair. It is a metal cage called a CB3000. A tight ring goes around the base of my cock (or should I say 'her cock'?) and a curved cage keeps my cock from becoming fully erect. A small padlock held the device closed. I was to remove the cage before I retired to bed and text Mistress to let her know I had completed my task.

I did as requested and my text to Mistress later that evening received a rapid response. I was to massage her cock as I had done on the previous night. I was not allowed to cum but she did insist that I was to ensure I remained hard for at least 30 minutes. This resulted in a large amount of pre-cum and it took an age to get to sleep with the very obvious ache between my legs.

I woke feeling surprisingly fresh on the Friday morning, looking forward to my visit to Mistress that evening, wondering what she might have in store for me. I texted Mistress with my report of the night before and then showered before work and being a Friday wore casual clothes into the office. I was exceptionally aware of my nakedness under my jeans. I heard nothing from Mistress until lunchtime. She texted to say that she was resting 'her cock' as it would be put to good use that evening. Needless to say my concentration levels were not fantastic for the rest of the day. 

I texted Mistress once more as I left the office and received a response telling me to check my e-mails when I got home. I logged in as soon as I got home and read my instructions carefully. Mistress wanted me to be at her house at 7.30pm precisely. I was to shower and shave, my face and 'her cock and balls'. I was to dress casually. She also asked me to bring a bag containing ropes and a number of toys which she knew I had – a magic wand mains vibrator, a riding crop and leather ankle and wrist cuffs were mentioned.

Anyway, having done as requested, using conditioner instead of shaving cream on my cock and balls as this results in a much smoother finish, there I was at Mistresses house.

She welcomed me in and I must say she did look exquisite. At only 5'1" I tower above her, even in the three inch heeled boots she was wearing. She was wearing a very short black skirt which accentuated her stocking tops and a white blouse, through which I could just make out the outline of her nipples. I could feel myself harden and hoped this wouldn't anger her.

Our routine when I arrived had been fairly standard on our previous meetings. I would undress and sit with Mistress while we chatted before Mistress took control. This evening was a little different. 

Mistress had me undress as usual but this time she took hold of my cock and led me to stand in the middle of the room, by her large coffee table. She commented on my hardness and said that she hoped I could keep it up as I was to be used more than usual this evening. I smiled at this and my pre-cum started to flow.

Mistress placed a collar around my neck. It was leather with D-rings at the front and sides. I metal lead was attached to the front ring and the chain was cold against my naked skin. She then placed leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I wondered what she had in mind for our evening's pleasures. She added a blindfold to my restraints

With a firm hand on my chest Mistress pushed me back to sit down on the coffee table. It's one of those big Indian style tables, very sturdy. She told me to lie down. My feet just touched the floor and my head was right on the edge.

Mistress took hold of my right hand and pulled it up level to my shoulder. I felt a rope brush against my skin as she secured my wrist. She repeated the process with my left arm.

She then moved down, and pulled my right leg, securing my ankle to the leg of the table. She did this with the left ankle too. I then felt a rope being pushed under my left knee and this too was secured, and then the right. My legs were held securely open. Mistress left me like this for a few moments and I lay there on display, available to her every whim. My cock had continued to harden as she'd secured me and I could feel it twitching, bouncing up and down against my stomach.

"That won't do" Mistress said. I thought she meant my erection was unwanted although there wasn't a huge amount I could do about it.

"I need my cock standing up, not lying down" she said.

I rather naively thought she meant that she planned to ride my cock there and then. I was in for a surprise.

I felt Mistress take hold of my scrotum, pulling my balls down. I then felt a rope being tied around my scrotum, separating my balls from my cock. She'd bound my cock on my previous visit and the rope around my scrotum had made cumming almost impossible. I felt Mistress pull down on the rope around my scrotum and she must have tied the rope off under the table. The pressure was constant and my cock was forced to stand vertically. I then felt another rope being wound around the base of my cock. This would ensure that I would stay hard. My cock was throbbing.

"That's much better" she said. "We must have you looking your best when my guests arrive".

I felt panicked by this. A flush spread through my body. We'd discussed how involving others might add significantly to my humiliation and allow me to appreciate true submission but Mistress had not mentioned actually exploring this. I knew I had my safe-word but in spite of my nervousness held back, curious as to what Mistress had planned for me. 

Mistress left me on display and I could hear her in her kitchen. My senses had become heightened and I could almost picture her gathering glasses and uncorking a bottle of wine I heard her take from the fridge. She was returning to the lounge as the doorbell rang.

"You are not to speak unless spoken to" she told me as she went for the door.

I could hear two unfamiliar female voices as she welcomed her guests. They entered the room, chatting casually, ignoring me completely.

"Say hello to Sara and Mel" Mistress instructed me.

I said hello and they both said "Good evening toy" rather formally. Mistress had evidently briefed them prior to the event. 

Mistress served her guests wine and they sat down and continued to chat about this and that. I had no choice but to lie there and wait, my cock straining against its' bonds, vertical and on display. 

There was another ring at the door and Mistress went to answer it. Another unfamiliar voice. I was instructed to say hello to Claire, which I did and was again greeted as 'toy'.

The ladies continued their conversations, seemingly ignoring me and my predicament. Mistress fetched a second bottle of wine from the kitchen. It felt like an absolute age but eventually I did become the topic of conversation.

I think it was Mel, but I can't be sure. She asked how long I could be kept hard with the ropes. Mistress replied that I was her toy and would remain hard for as long as she wished. One of the others asked about the rope around my scrotum and Mistress explained how this would prevent me from cumming. I felt a hand around my cock at this point. It started to jerk me off and I could feel my orgasm approaching. As soon as my cock twitched the hand stopped moving. 

"See?" said Mistress. "My cock is lovely and hard. Would any of you like to try?"

I felt another hand, cold against my throbbing cock. The coldness, if anything, was a blessing. I felt so close to cumming even though I knew that the rope around my balls would delay everything. The cold hand started to stroke up and down my length, gently at first, teasing me. The grip slowly became firmer until I was being wanked in earnest. Again it stopped as soon as my cock twitched. I felt like my whole body was throbbing at this point. It wasn't long before another hand took hold of me now incredibly swollen cock and the teasing continued, bringing me close and then stopping again. 

Whilst this was going on I heard Mistress on the phone in the kitchen. I couldn't make out what she was saying and wondered whether it had anything to do with the evening. She returned with another bottle of wine and the ladies continued to chatter among themselves.

I felt someone move around me and heard Mistresses voice. She told me she needed to prepare me for dinner. I was very curious as to her meaning.

I felt the ropes securing my ankles, knees and wrists being loosened (the bindings on my cock and balls remained). Mistress told me to stand up, which I did, slowly, as I was a little dizzy. Mistress took hold of both my collar and the rope hanging from my balls and led me through to the kitchen. I was still blindfolded at this point.

"I must make you presentable to serve us" she said. She removed my blindfold and handed me a bottle of water which I took and drank from. Whilst I drank she reached between my legs and took hold of the rope attached to my scrotum. She pulled it between my legs and up between my buttocks. I felt my balls being pulled with the rope, forcing me to part my legs. I looked down and my swollen purple cock, more swollen and hard than I had ever seen it before, now stood out horizontally from my body. Mistress secured the rope to the back of my collar. She then handed me an apron and told me to put it on which I did. It did nothing to hide the fact that underneath I had a raging hard-on. 

Mistress then took me back into the lounge, holding the metal chain attached to my collar. It was the first time I'd been able to see our visitors. I was introduced again.

Sara was probably in her early thirties. Her skin was dark, olivy almost and her hair was long and dark, almost black. She was wearing a blouse not dissimilar to Mistress', white and almost see-through. I could see she was wearing a black bra underneath. She also wore a skirt, longer than Mistress', almost to her knee. Her stockings were sheer and dark and she wore black heels.

Mel looked a little older and fairer in complexion. Her hair was blonde and cut short, almost in a bob. She wore a dress which left little to the imagination. It was a dark blue strappy number with a cleavage that plunged down almost to her waist. I could see the inner outline of her large breasts clearly. The dress had splits at the sides and the material hung between her legs. I could see she was wearing hold-ups and enjoyed the tantalising glimpse of upper thigh topping her shapely legs. She wore sandal like shoes which were the same colour as her dress.

Claire appeared to be the youngest of the group. She was very petite, roughly the same height as Mistress. She was tanned and had long brown hair. Her eyes really caught my attention. They were a pure green. She too wore a dress. It was like a black tube on her body with straps down each side. It was obvious that she wore nothing beneath it. Her tan was evidently the all-over variety and she wore black shiny heeled boots which stopped just below her knee.

Once the introductions were over Mistress handed me the wine bottle and told me to make sure nobody needed a top up. I was motioned to stand near the table which I did. I must have looked a sight, stood there with collar and cuffs, my apron resembling a marquee with my bound aching cock standing proud underneath.

The door bell rang again. I wondered if Mistress had planned another visitor for the evening.

Mistress handed me her purse and told me to answer the door. It was pizzas! I was terrified. So many thoughts ran through my head. I imagined being arrested for exposing myself in such a way to a complete stranger. Noticing my hesitation Mistress told me to hurry up.

I went to the front door and opened it. The pizza was being delivered by a youngish looking woman. She looked me up and down and smiled at me and handed me the boxes. I was blushing from head to toe as I paid her and as she thanked me she said "make sure you're a good toy this evening". Mistress had evidently set this up too.

I returned to the lounge with the pizzas and Mistress told me to place the boxes on the dining table in the corner. She then told me to collect plates and cutlery from the kitchen. When I returned the ladies were sitting around the table. I laid the table as they sat there and, having opened up the boxes, served each pizza.

As they started to eat I stood back, awaiting my next instruction.

Mistress looked at me and then addressed her guests. "Should we allow our toy to eat too?" She asked.

All eyes were upon me as they agreed that "yes the toy should eat too".

Mistress smiled at me and beckoned me towards her. She took hold of the chain attached to my collar and pulled me down to my knees and then further still until I was on all fours. Steering me carefully I was soon underneath the table with my head between her knees. I could feel the legs of the two ladies either side of me brushing against me. 

Mistress pulled the chain and I crawled closer to her. She continued to part her thighs and pull the chain until my mouth was touching her bare pussy. Mistress always managed to shave so smoothly and her clit stood proudly between her pussy lips.

"Eat toy" she said. "I will be your first course".

I licked up and down her slit, teasing her clit with my tongue. She was already wet and her juices started to flow in earnest as I sucked her clit into my mouth, all the time circling it with my tongue. I kept this up until she started to tremble slightly. At this point my head was pulled away and I was steered between Mels thighs. 

Mel was shaved too but she had a thin strip of hair running just above her slit which was rough against my nose as I sucked on her clit. She took hold of my head, pushing down so I was forced to lick around her very wet hole. I tried to push my tongue in as deep as I could and she shifted slightly, almost grinding against my face. She was incredibly wet and her juices flowed all over my mouth, running down my chin. Again, as she started to tremble my head was pulled away and the chain was passed across to Sara.

I was pulled between Sara's thighs and was greeted by another fragrant, wet, shaved pussy. I started to lick up and down her slit waiting for her to take hold of my head, directing me. She simply allowed me to continue so I alternated from sucking and licking her clit to circling her opening. Her juices were thick and sweet. I was surprised to be pulled away when I was as I had not noticed any significant changes in her as I licked.

I had to turn around under the table which was quite a challenge. I was then steered towards Claire's open thighs. Her was pussy was unshaved and her hairs tickled my face as I licked up and down her slit, teasing her clit out from between the folds. She began to tremble quite quickly and as she did her thighs closed around my head holding me in place. I continued to lick away as she came against my mouth, grinding herself against me.

After her orgasm had subsided she released my head and I was pulled by the chain out from under the table. Mistress had me stand and ordered me to clear the table. I did this, taking everything into the kitchen. I loaded the dishwasher and folded the boxes into her recycling bin. Once done I returned to the lounge where the ladies were once more making themselves comfortable.

I hadn't been standing there long before Mistress stood up and approached me. She removed the apron and commented that my erection had lessened a little – I guess I don't get turned on by housework! She indicated that I should kneel, which I did.

She moved behind me and took my wrists, one at a time, securing them together behind my back. She reached between my legs and I felt my balls being pulled back between my legs once more as Mistress attached the binding to my wrists. She then tied a short rope between my wrists and ankles. I then found myself blindfolded again. This time Mistress added a ring gag forcing my mouth open. She then told me to lie down on my back. This wasn't easy but I managed it, rather clumsily.




Entertaining the Ladies



I lay there for a short while, my legs bent and my crotch area raised due to the restraints. My knees fell naturally apart as this was more comfortable.

It wasn't long before Mistress positioned herself over my face. I felt her knees either side of my head and she told me to stick my tongue out as she lowered her pussy to my mouth. She told me to lick. I could feel she was rubbing her own clit as I licked away. Suddenly she raised herself and I heard the familiar buzz of the magic wand. I guess she was finishing herself off in view of her guests. All of a sudden my face was splattered with her juices as she started to squirt, most of which went straight into my mouth. I could do nothing but swallow as her juices quite literally flooded my mouth.

Once this intense orgasm had subsided she moved away only to be replaced by another of the ladies. She lowered herself onto my awaiting tongue. I recognised it as being Sara as she was cleanly shaved. The process was repeated and it wasn't long before I received another mouthful of juices. Sara was followed by Mel who took a little longer to cum. Whilst she sat on my face she shifted herself so my tongue circled her anus. She wriggled as I pushed my tongue a little way in.

As Mel lifted herself off me having covered my face with her juices I heard Claire telling Mistress that she has not squirted before. Mistress told her not to worry and that she and the others would add to her stimulation to see if they could get her to.

My tongue met with Claire's hairy pussy which was by this time very wet. Her lips were puffy and her clit was very had. I licked for all I was worth. Her weight shifted and she seemed to lean forwards. I guessed the other ladies had joined her and I wished I could see what they were up to. I felt a hand around my cock, gripping me tightly. My erection had returned and my cock was straining against its' bonds. It must have been Claire steadying herself as there was little movement down there, just a constant steady grip.

Claire became quite noisy. She shifted a little so my tongue was darting in and out of her wet hole. I could feel fingers rubbing hard against her clit and as she raised herself slightly those fingers slid straight into her waiting pussy, brushing against my face as they thrust in and out. The wand was being held against her, buzzing away, and Claire let out a long low moan as her juices started to flood from her. Spurt after spurt hit my face, filling my mouth and splattering me. I could feel the wetness on my chest and running through my hair. She had cum far more than any of the others.

After she had moved away Mistress removed the ring gag and released my ankles but left me lying there on the floor. I straightened my legs, stretching out. I soon felt a hand massaging my cock which was throbbing away again. A pair of knees was either side of my hips and I felt the head of my cock being rubbed against wet flesh. It wasn't long before I felt a pussy slowing envelop my engorged member as whoever it was lowered herself down onto me. I had no idea who it was but she soon built up a steady rhythm, riding up and down whilst also thrusting back and forth. I felt my cock twitch but the rope around my balls hindered an opportunity for me to cum. My 'jockey' increased her pace and judging by the moans coming from her started to cum. 

I could hear the magic wand buzzing away in the direction of the sofa and guessed that the other ladies were enjoying themselves too. 

The lady who had just ridden me moved away and I felt another replace her. She lowered herself onto my cock very slowly and her movements were much slower. She simply rode up and down on my cock until her breathing became very heavy and she started to shudder. My cock was twitching and my balls ached for release but I was quite simply unable to cum.

I knew the next lady to lower herself on me was my Mistress. I could feel her long hair brushing against my chest as she ground herself down on my cock. She too rode me until she came, grinding herself down hard on me, really using every inch of my throbbing cock – or should I say her throbbing cock?

The last lady to take her place was most definitely Claire. I felt her pubic hairs brushing against the head of my cock as she positioned herself. She was very tight but also incredibly wet. 

As she started to ride up and down I felt another of the ladies positioning herself over my head again. It was Mel as I felt that little strip of hair brush against my chin as she positioned her clit right on my mouth. I sucked it in and started to flick and circle it with my tongue.

As Claire built up a steady pace I felt a hand on my balls, squeezing them. The pain was quite exquisite. The rope binding my balls was slowly released and I felt the blood rush to them. The hand continued to massage them and I heard Mistress say that she thought it was time for her toy to cum.

Claire continued to ride my twitching cock and as that familiar tingle started to spread I could sense that she was approaching her orgasm too. I held back for as long as I could. I started to cum, my whole body shaking with probably the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. I could quite literally feel the hot sperm shooting from my body, spurt after spurt. Claire's moans indicated that she was cumming too and I'm sure I continued to cum all the way through her orgasm. Mel was flooding my face with her juices and the three of us became one big orgasm.

Mel quickly moved away from my face and I felt Claire lift herself off my cock and quickly move up my body. She placed her pussy right on my mouth and Mistress told me to clean her up. I licked away as her juices and my cum poured into my mouth. It was the first time I'd been made to drink my own cum but Claire's juices masked the saltiness well as they were mixed with my own. As I drank from Claire's hairy pussy, licking away, a hand was massaging my cock, milking it dry.

I was released from my bonds once I'd finished my cleaning duties. Mistress had me stand while she released my wrists. She removed my blindfold and I was greeted by the sight of three naked ladies on the sofa. Sara was in the middle with Mel rubbing her pussy with the magic wand as Claire kissed her, squeezing and pinching her nipples. Evidently Sara had not been party to that last piece of action so the girls were making sure she wasn't left out.

Mistress stood on tiptoe, kissed me and said "thank you". She indicated I should sit on the armchair whilst the ladies finished. I sat there almost mesmerised as Sara's orgasm slowly built up. Her whole body shook as the magic wand did its work dragging the juices from her core. Mel held it firmly against her as she quivered and Claire pulled almost brutally on her nipples. It was a marvellous sight to behold.

We all just sat there for a little while after Sara had finished trembling. Mistress made the first move asking if anyone wanted more wine. Both Sara and Mel said they should be going but Claire seemed in no hurry to leave. I was sent into the kitchen for another bottle and I returned to find Sara and Mel had almost dressed. Mistress told me to see them to the door.

I accompanied them through the lounge and each took firm hold of my cock as they kissed me goodnight. Both were passionate lingering kisses and I was probably more surprised than they were when my cock responded , becoming semi erect once more.

I returned to the lounge to find Mistress and Claire sitting together on the sofa chatting casually, both naked. Claire had her hand between Mistress' thighs and was stroking her gently as they talked. I stood there awaiting my next instruction.

Mistress looked up at me and smiled. She thanked me for being such a good 'toy'. She said she thought it was time to retire upstairs and I was a little surprised to find Claire following us up.

I stopped and used the bathroom on the way up and entered Mistresses bedroom to find both ladies standing by the bed. I was told to lie in the middle of the bed. Mistress kneeled next to me while Claire just stood watching. She took my hands and raised them above my head. Taking a short rope she secured my cuffs to the iron headboard. She then moved down and with another secured my ankles. She reapplied my blindfold and then said that she and Claire were going to take a quick shower before joining me. She was quite clear that I was not to fall asleep. I was indeed tired but the thoughts of what had just occurred were spinning around my head.

I could hear the two of them in the bathroom but I lost all track of time and have no idea how long they were away. As the bathroom door opened I heard Claire giggle but they went quiet as the approached the bedroom.

I felt a weight on the bed next to me and a hand around my cock. It firmly but gently massaged me, bringing back my hardness. There was more movement and one of them positioned themselves over my head, pulling away the pillows. A shaved pussy lowered onto my mouth and I started to lick once more. Until I felt a mouth around my cock I had assumed it was Mistress making use of my mouth. I felt Mistress' hair on my thighs as she sucked hard on my cock and realised that they had used their time in the bathroom to shave Claire's pussy.

It wasn't long before Mistress repositioned herself and lowered herself onto my cock. She rode me hard but I was completely drained. She came and swapped places with Claire who rode me until she came as well. Leaving me tied in the middle of the bed, erect, Mistress removed my blindfold and they both snuggled up either side of me and drifted off to sleep. I slept fitfully during that night, waking a number of times to find a hand around my cock, stroking me, maintaining my hardness.

I awoke with a bit of a start in the morning, the sunlight shining through between the curtains. I only caught a glimpse of it before the light was blocked by a pussy being pressed against my mouth. I knew it was Claire this time, recognising the shaved folds and the erect clit my tongue was teasing.

Mistress was sitting astride me and was working my hard cock into her pussy. She rode me until she came and then carried on until she felt my orgasm arising. Claire had cum against me mouth a couple of times by then, her juices flowing almost as much as they had the night before. Both ladies then repositioned themselves either side of me and, with one of them holding my balls and the other gripping the base of my cock firmly, treated me to a delightful double blow job. I looked down and enjoyed seeing their tongues intertwining as they met at the head of my cock. As my orgasm built they both became more urgent in their movements and as I came Claire sunk her mouth over my cock, taking my whole load deep into her throat.

We lay there together for a little while after that, the ladies either side of me, stroking my body. Mistress sleepily announced that she needed to shop and Claire said she needed to head off shortly. Leaving me tied there they took turns in the bath room, Claire first. She came back into the bedroom dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. She leant over me and taking my limp cock in her hand thanked me for the night. She kissed me quite passionately and then rose, saying she looked forward to next time.

Mistress showed her out and then returned to the bedroom. She announced that she was going out to shop and was going to leave me there for a couple of hours to sleep the night off. I was almost grateful but a little surprised that she didn't untie me.

She said she planned to use me once more before letting me go, but that could wait till she returned. She told me she was most pleased with my behaviour and that she would have to think up a suitable reward. As she turned to leave she looked back and smiled at me. Her parting words were

"I'm entertaining the works netball team in a couple of weeks. Maybe we should have you along as entertainment"

But that's another tale ....



Entertaining The Troops



For background on this, check out one of the older Poorwrtier stories and read the introdcution/description. 

This is another true Catherine story that I will never forget. I call this one:

ENTERTAINING THE TROOPS

My lovely wife Catherine and I had had many discussions about her being seen partially or totally naked by other men and how exciting we both found it to be. 

We had a standing agreement that if a situation arose where she felt like exhibiting herself, she could go ahead and do it as long as it was safe.

One weekend I had four of my old Marine buddies to my home for a weekend barbeque. They all live out of state in different cities and we love getting together once a year at each others homes on a rotating basis. This was my year. This was our third day all hanging out and we all had so much fun together.

Catherine really liked these guys and they sure loved her too. We are all about ten years older than she is so believe me, to us she is one hot little dolly. She is anyway, but we sure loved having her around us. 

This particular Saturday I remember was really fun. It was hot and sunny and wonderful and everyone was laughing and having so much fun.

I notice Catherine gave me a little wink and started up with a 'fun' topic. She will often start into a subject that gets the conversation going where it can end up in something fun. 

She announced to all the guys that I was taking her on a four day weekend vacation in a couple of weeks and it was up to her to decide where we were going. 

All the guys asked if she had decided where she wanted to go. She said, "I've decided to go to a resort in Mexico where we can try a nude beach."

From the wink starting this out, I realized I was going to have to play the straight man and this was a scenario we had played over in our private discussions many times before. 

Well the guys went berserk at hearing her say nude beach!!! So I piped up too and began to do my part. I said, "Oh yeah, RIGHT!!!! You would never dare go to a nude beach. Not in a million years!"

Catherine said, "Yes I have actually been thinking about it a lot and I think I could really do it. 

I've decided I want to try it before I turn too old and then look back with regret wishing I would have tried more daring things."

The guys naturally all encouraged her and I said, "Are you saying you would be willing to be naked in front of other people?"

"Yes I would Michael. You are the one telling me not to ba ashamed of my body right? So if it's O.K. with you and only if you are there to of course, then I would like to try it." 

She gave me a nice little teasing look with her eyes that meant "keep going with this", so I did.

I said, "If you want to try it, it's O.K. with me. As a matter of fact, if you would even dare to do that, I will extend the vacation to a full week and buy you three new swimsuits and two new outfits."

She began to jump up and down and said, "REALLY Michael!?!? Really?"

I said, "Yes, really."

My buddies were very interested in this conversation and Dibble tosses out an idea. He says, "Catherine, why don't you just pretend you are on a beach right here and show Michael you would dare to do it? This way you will be among friends and not a bunch of strangers for your first time trying it out." 

The other three guys all cheered their hearty agreement and much encouragement and said they would be "happy to help" by pretending to be guys on the beach.

Catherine played along and acted as if it was a great idea. I began to laugh and said, "Dream on boys, she'll never do it."

Catherine looked right at me and a very sexy smile, said, "Dare me?"

I said, "Hey, I double dare you Cutie."

Now we were all out on our back deck which is fairly large. We were sitting on lawn chairs. My location is very secluded so no one can see the back of the property at all. 

Catherine says to us, "You lucky boys pretend you are on a wonderful beach in Mexico and I'll be back."

As she left us to go up to our bedroom, the guys were all clapping, hooting and whistling and as excited as if they were all about to get million dollar checks. I was frankly not 100% sure what to expect.

In a few minutes Catherine comes down the stairs and out on the deck in a little, tiny, bikini and high heel sandals. The height of the sandals made her butt flex up and look unbelievably fine! The suit was black and thin and so sexy!!!! It fit her every curve.

She said, "O.K., are you boys all still willing to help me pretend we are on a beach in Mexico?" 

Again with the loud clapping, whistling and hooting as if they realized this was just too good to be true. Needless to say, all of us were in instant agreement and all of our eyes were on her. She loved that.

After a few minutes she stood facing us all and said, "O.K. boys, here I am enjoying the Mexico sun." As she said this she reached back and unhooked her top and held it in place as she looked at me. 

She said, "Honey are you O.K. with your buddies seeing my bare breasts and nipples?" What a tease!! Just hearing a woman say those words makes a guy horny.

I said, "For these brothers, I am willing to share a look if you are."

She replied, "I am." And he finished taking it off slowly as we all sat open mouthed staring at her. 

She leaned over and let the cups fall away as she unveiled her gorgeous breasts with her soft, pink, puffy nipples. She laid the top down by her 'beach' chair. 

We all stared at her magnificent breasts and puffy pink nipples. Oh did she look fine!!!! She stretched and moved her shoulders side to side a bit hamming it up to make her boobies bounce, jiggle and sway. 

She said, "There, that wasn't so bad. Do I look O.K. boys?"

We all whistled and hooted and cheered with a lot of "Oh ya's!!!!". 

Although she obviously loved the attention, she said, "Now come on boys! Act normal and let me get through this so I can get my full week's vacation and new outfits."

She said, "I have to see if I can really do this and be able to walk around with guys all around me. This will be good practice." 

So she began to parade around and we got to see her boobies jiggle and move like only boobs can. We were loving every second of this.

Then as we were watching her she walks to the end of the deck like she's looking out over the ocean. With her muscular back to all of us, she looks back over her shoulder directly at me and says, "Honey, can I show them your other favorite parts?" 

I gave her a smile and an afirmative nod. She then bent over and slowly, slowly, teasingly slowly, slid her bottoms all the way down her muscular legs to her ankles and stepped out of them. 

She carefully stayed bent all the way over as she stepped her sandals out of the suit as well. As she lifted out first one leg and then the other, we were all treated to the vision of her sweet little pussy.

When I saw all of my buddies staring at her super fine bubble butt and her little pussy poking out of her fine bare butt cheeks, I was the proudest man in the world.

THEN ...... she turned around and we all saw her totally nude facing us. In the high heeled sandals her legs looked so long and flexed up too. 

She had her feet just far enough apart to create that little 'space' at the top of her thighs, perfectly showing off her beautiful shaved vulva to us all. And she even turned her toes in like I like. It looks sexy, but she thinks it's the 'dumb blonde ditzy look' as she calls it. 

She stood looking up at the sun with her big sunglasses on and giving us a lot of time to see her naked.She even slowly turned all the way around letting each of us see all of her fine body.

We were all mesmerized by her beauty. There is nothing as beautiful in all the world as a naked woman. And even though I have seen her ten thousand times, I still get a thrill every time I see her like that. I was just as excited as my buddies who were seeing her for the first time.

Catherine says, "O.K. guys, I think the hardest part is going to be talking to people who are sitting on towels on the actual sand beach and not in the chairs. Do you mind sitting on the deck to pretend you're on the actual sand so I can practice on you?" 

I knew what she was doing. She always says that all men will do anything a beautiful naked woman tells them to do. She was showing off to me that she could get these four grown men, all Marines no less, to leave their comfortable lawn chairs and sit on a hot deck just for her. 

And .... Surprise!!!!! All of them were sitting on that hot deck within 10 seconds. I laughed.

Catherine announced, "I need to prove I can do this and walk right by men or even talk to them." 

She began to walk right between all the guys. She'd stop and pretend to chit chat about the ocean or the sand or the sun. Her pussy was just about face height to these guys sitting on teh deck. 

And for the lucky guys on the other side of her, her luscious round, firm, curvy bare bottom was right in their faces as they waited their turn to meet her fine pussy 'face-to-face'.

My good buddies were each getting a nice close up view of my wife's fine body and her sweet little pussy in particular. They could see every detail and was she ever teasing them too! 

I have no doubt they could catch her lovely scent which is completely intoxicating, believe me! And oh did they love that!!! Then when she turned and talked to another guy, they'd get to see her bare bottom again.

She proceeded to walk all around the deck for about ten minutes. She punctuated her walk with occasionally bending over telling us she was pretending to be picking up sea shells. 

Now ladies, in case there are any of you who don't already know this, seeing a woman walk naked amps up the turn on factor about 100 times from just seeing her stand naked. 

You see, female bodies move in so many ways all at the same time. Boobs each move separately and in dififerent directions, their firm buns move all over, legs, arms tummy, you get the picture, and every movement is fascinating to true males. 

All the men were quite obviously suffering from massive hard ons, as was I. Each guy had to make soom pretty obvious 'adjustments'. Catherine noticed that too and I could tell it flattered her.

Just when I thought she was done she said, "Will one of you nice boys get my chaise ready for me?" They nearly knocked each other over setting up a nice lounger for Catherine.

As she stood there waiting her slaves to bring her chair she absent-mindedly patted her butt cheeks and sent a ripple through the firm flesh. When see saw how that mexmerized them she laughed.

She inquired, "Boys is it really that exciting to just see me touch myself a little bit?"

"Oh yes maam!" was their reply.

So she gave us a little tease and poked out her butt and spanked it a few times on each cheek. Then she even turned toward us and spanked her little bare pussy too, about five medium light swats. Now THAT got us all going!!! Trust me!

She gave me another knowing smirk as if to say, "watch this", and walked over to the chair they got ready for her and stretched out on it. 

She approached it and knelt on it on her hands and knees first, giving us all a beautiful poked out bare bottom and pussy shot that all men love.

She continued and stretched out on her tummy with her boobs mashing and squeezing out on the sides and her perfect little bubble butt poking up high in the air. 

She even left her legs apart so we could see her fine pussy too. OOOOHHHH Were we all loving it!!!!

She said, "Will one of you be a deer and rub some suntan lotion on me?" 

They nearly fought over the lotion and took turns rubbing her neck, arms, legs, back and especially her round firm bottom. 

I saw her buck a bit when they did the inside of her legs and I found out later they accidentally bumped into her pussy 'just a bit'."

After about fifteen minutes she rolled over and let us see her naked body stretched out in all her glory. Her breasts are all natural so they do lay out sort of flat when she's on her back, but that still looks so sexy and I think it accentuates her nipples all the more. 

And her flat tummy makes that nice mound protrude and since she's shaved we were treated to those beautiful and dainty pussy lips. Her clitoris, or 'Miss Clitty' as she calls her, was quite prominent and I know every one of us was wishing he had his tongue on that sweet thing.

And those thoughtful friends of mine did not even have to be asked this time. Three of them nearly collided to be first to rub lotion on her. They ended up all doing it at once while I looked on.

First they looked to me and said, "Michael can we do the good parts too?" 

I said, "That's up to Catherine."

She said, "Well boys, only if you are gentle about it. I guess it makes sense since don't want them to burn."

So four men were rubbing lotion on her legs and arms and tummy and even on her breasts and two lucky guys 'gently' put lotion on her perfect little pussy too. They did not slip anything inside, but remained respectful and polite.

She said later it was incredible to have eight strong men's hands on her body all at the same time.

As she tanned, she kept her shades on. I knew she could still see us, but the others guys may not have realized that. They took the dark glasses as a green light to stare at her body all they wanted to, and they sure did. 

As the time went on, she asked if we minded if she stayed naked and we all (big surprise here) begged her to. She said it felt so wonderful and she had just gotten so used to it. 

I don't think any of us got used to it at all. And I for one had one of those erections the Viagra ad warns about that lasts more than four hours. I think we all did.

Well the day was so fun and she remained naked for about five more hours. Even as we moved inside for the evening she remained totally naked except for her high heel sandals. 

The sandals made her legs look so long and sexy and muscular. She even served us drinks and some cake and ice cream in the nude. 

If any ladies are reading this, you cannot even imagine the forever impression you will make on your man if you just try walking around naked in your house. He will love you for it and you will find him transformed into the most agreeable man you ever saw. 

And if you ever approach him while he's sitting in a chair and you surprise him by walking up to him in high heels and nothing else, bring him anything on a tray and I guarantee you he will never, ever forget that moment as long as he lives. It is one of the most wonderful things in the world a woman can do for a man. And it's so simple and easy too.

If you really want an unforgettable moment, show up naked with cold lemonaide when he has a buddy over. But you might want to talk about that one ahead of time.

Well, when the guys finally left she hugged each one. She caught my eye and gave me a 'watch this' look and said, "Boys, you may all kiss my bottom good bye if you want to since you stared at it so much and seemed to like it."

Each guy literally got on his knees as she leaned over putting her hands on her own thighs and poked out her cute little bottom. They each kissed it with passion. They were in heaven. 

After each kiss she turned and gave each guys hard penis a nice squeeze through their pants and whispered something in their ear.

Later that night when we were in bed, we were talking and we laughed at how her rules bore out to be true. 

Guys will do whatever a beautiful naked woman tells them to do. And she can get any man to literally kiss her butt. 

I asked about the penis grab and what she whispered to them.

She said she was sorry, but after all that teasing she just had to see how big they were and apologized to each guy for making them hard for so long and not being able to offer them relief. 

She said they all said it was worth it and they'd soon be thinking of her in their hotel room as they took care of it. We laughed.

Then we made love for the next three hours and I did everything to her that I was imaging for the entire day.

After our love making we were back down in the kitchen getting a little snack and there was a knock on the door. It was her brother's friend who was stopping over to borrow a book. 

I went to teh door and opened it while she remained in the kitchen. The guy standing there was only about 35. I invited him in and he stood just inside the door and said his name was Tim.

I called out to her in the kitchen and said, "Catherine, your brother's friend Tim is here to pick up a book." 

She said, "Oh yes, I remember. I have it right here." Then she called out, "Tim do you mind if I'm not dressed? I'm practicing for Mexico."

Tim said, "Oh no, that's fine." I think he was expecting maybe some casual clothes.

Catherine came around the corner in just high heels and completely naked and handed him the book. He stared with eyes wide open as was his mouth. She laughed at him and said, "Relax Tim, it's just a naked body."

He took the book and I opened the door for him as he slowly, and I mean slowly, backed out the door all the while staring at Catherine's pussy.

When I shut the door we both laughed and she said, "Oh GREAT!!!! Now that got me all horny again. I need you to take me upstairs for some more of that great loving of yours Honey."

I said, "I live to please you my dear, I live to please you."