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Wanna?

By: sr71plt



Time was getting late. Why did people always wait to the last minute for these things, Claud wondered. They knew it was coming. Valentine's Day came on the same day every year, year in and year out. Why did people just dither away their time and effort like that and get left late or not at all? Seize the moment. Ya gotta seize the moment.

She was working as fast as she could, boxing up and addressing the specialty giant heart-shaped cookies with the customized inscriptions her company sold over the Net. There were three of them and they were having trouble keeping up with the crash orders. They each had a computer screen following the progress of the orders. Jorge and Julio received the cookies and piped out the required inscriptions on whatever order dropped in their computer queue, using pastry bags filled with fast-hardening royal icing. Then the orders came down to Claud on the conveyor belt in their mailing boxes and she typed in and printed out the address labels, closed the boxes, and sent them on out the door to shipping. All quite simple. All doable, except in the first week and a half of February.

Twice as many orders were coming from Julio than Jorge. They both had lovely writing, but Jorge was somewhat of a plodder, sitting there for a moment, staring at the blank cookie, as if he was planning what to write—when what to write was provided for him right there on the computer screen. In contrast, Julio went directly to work with a flourish and a self-satisfied smile. In and out, no fuss, where's the next?

It must be their natural temperaments, Claud thought. Jorge was cool and Nordic and contemplative and Julio was all fiery Latino action.

They both were hunks, though.

Claud hadn't realized just how hunky they both were until that company Christmas swim party at the Y two months ago.

Jorge was hulky and blond and all muscle and meltingly overpowering. Since the party Claud had fanaticized—and she was doing now—about Jorge taking her out on the lake in a boat and slowly undressing her and running the long, strong, thick fingers of his hands all over her body and then working her nipples slowly, languidly with his lips as his thick, probing fingers took their time opening her and stretching her and bringing her to flow to accommodate his huge throbbing cock. And then laying her on her back and kissing down to her center and sucking on her deeply there. Searching for, and finding, and ever so lovingly working her clit with his tongue and teeth. And then spreading her legs and slowly entering her, and entering her, and entering her. And moving in and out, gently but relentlessly; making her cry out and explode and flow twice before giving a lurch of his own and filling her deep and full.

Julio, on the other hand, was dark and hot. Trimmed like a fast swimmer. A lithe, but well-muscled body, black curly hair on smooth, heavily tanned skin. All action and fluid movement and intensity and fire. And very much taken with himself, as he had every right to be. Claud imagined him, on impulse, grabbing her by the wrist as they walked in the fields and swinging her around to the back of an abandoned, half-fallen-down shed. Pushing her roughly against the shed wall and ripping at the buttons on her cotton blouse. Exposing her breasts and attacking them with his tongue and teeth. Roughly palming her mound and pushing at her. Ripping her panties away, hiking up her skirt. And thrusting inside her strongly. And thrusting and thrusting, emitting animal sounds of passion and lust. Sounds she realized were coming from her as well. Then turning her face to the wall, crouching so that she was being lapped by his strong thighs, him relentlessly pistoning his pulsating cock up into her, his hands squeezing her breasts, his teeth digging into the hollow of her neck. Until they both flooded, fluids mingling, in a scream of sweaty release, together.

"Umm, Claud, You're holding up the line." Said by Jorge, but good-naturedly.

"Oh . . . sorry," Claud replied. She wondered if she looked as flushed as her fantasies had made her feel.

"Sorry," again. Something that, Jorge being the one to tell her she was going too slow.

And that was the problem with these two. Too much in either direction. Each with something that would make her hot and flow. But with no surprises, how could either satisfy her for very long?

She picked up a boxed cookie and did a start. She looked at the screen and did another start. No, it wasn't there. She looked again.

"Kisses, Claud," the inscription on the cookie said. This had to be some kind of joke. She looked up at the two men. There was Jorge sitting, contemplating his blank cookie, the artist deciding what to write when what to write was blinking at him on the frigging computer screen.

She looked over at Julio, who was casting slitted eyes at her. He gave her a wink, and she blushed and pushed the cookie aside. Quick as a flash, Julio had dashed out another inscription on a cookie and the box was coming her way on the conveyor belt. Claud looked over at Jorge now, who had finally gotten himself together and was laboriously writing on a cookie.

Good, Claud thought. He hadn't noticed what's going on here. Julio flashed her another melting smile, all tan and pearly teeth, and licked his lips as the cookie box arrived at her station.

"Be mine, Claudine," it said. Claud checked the screen just to be sure, and no order was there. Naturally, but she had to check out of habit. Julio was making fiery eyes at her, promise of a deep, burning passion. She blushed and looked down. Julio looked away, turning his attention back to the orders. Finished laying his groundwork. Putting it aside to cash in later.

Another cookie box nudged her hand. Claud looked down and her eyes flew open in astonishment. She had to look twice—and she had to check the screen twice as well. All the time a giggle was fighting to erupt inside her. She looked down at the cookie in the box again to make sure the inscription said what she thought it said.

"Wanna Fuck?"

She looked up at the two men. Julio had gone back to his work. Jorge was sitting there, giving her a big sloppy grin.

When Julio looked up, wondering why the cookie boxes were stacking up toward him on the conveyor belt, he was all by himself.

Wanna-Be-Freak



This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe

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At the first WWE Live Event of 2004, 'Big Poppa Pump' Scott Steiner is returning from the ring following a quick and easy match with a local wrestler that he practically demolished. Steiner, dressed in black wrestling tights and boots, strokes his blond and black haired goatee, "I'm getting real fucking tired of Bischoff having me face these no name fucks and waiting for him getting me my new freak...." Steiner says with an annoyed tone of voice. The former WCW World Champion stomps in front of a mirror used by Superstars and Divas to make a last check of their outfits before they head of the ring, and Steiner flexes his huge muscular right arm, and then flexes his equally huge muscular left arm. "I really need a perfect freak to go with these perfect peaks," Steiner laughs..

"Hey...ummm Scott?' The flexible and hot Korean Diva, Gail Kim, says as she steps behind Scott Steiner as he looks into the mirror. Gail presses her lips together and places her hands on her petite hips, while dressed in a tight black top and a pair of short black wrestling bottoms.

Steiner turns around to look at Gail Kim and he smirks as he checks her out, "That's me.... what do you want?" Steiner asks as he tilts his head from side to side as if to get a glance at the sides of Gail's body.

Gail seductively narrows her eyes and smirks at Steiner "Well...I heard that you happen to be looking for a new freak..." Gail Kim begins to say as she tosses her dark black hair back "And I want to be your freak..."

Steiner raises an eyebrow and laughs a bit, "You want to be my new freak?" Steiner smirks, "You think you can handle the action that the Big Bad Booty Daddy gives all his freak who loves these peaks?" Steiner asks in his usual aggressive tone as he flexes his right arm so that Gail is getting an up close look of his huge right bicep.

Gail Kim licks her sassy lips and nods her head "Oh yeah...I can handle it! I could handle anything you dish out"

"Is that a fact?" Steiner says before he suddenly grabs Gail Kim's smooth black hair to pull her towards him. Steiner then roughly jerks her head back as he starts to force her down to her knees, "You can handle this?! Cause I'm not only a man... I'm THE genetic freak..." Steiner yells and slightly spits on Gail's face as he talks.

Gail Kim grits her teeth and nods her head as she locks her eyes with Scott Steiner while he starts to push down his black wrestling pants from his muscular waist "Ohhh yeah! I can fucking handle it!"

"Then you better show it cause right now to me you're just typical trash like that bitch Stacy Keibler!" Steiner yells as he lowers his black wrestling pants from his thick muscular waist, freeing the thickest fourteen inch cock the former Women's Champion has ever seen.

Gail presses her lips together as she sits up on her knees and eagerly wraps her hands around his thick, hardening cock. "Ohhh yeah! I'm going to fucking suck that!" Gail says with a smirk as she spits her wet saliva down onto his shaft to lubricate his cock while she strokes her hands. Gail locks her beautiful eyes with Steiner as she lowers her head and starts to teasingly flick her tongue against his shaft.

"You said you were going to suck it you little piece of trash! The Big Bad Booty Daddy don't like liars!" Steiner yells as he again spits on Gail's face as he talks. Steiner grabs the back of Gail's head and forces his huge thick cock past her lips and into her small mouth.

"MMMMMMMM!" Gail Kim moans around Scott Steiner's cock as his huge shaft enters her small, wet mouth. Gail closes her eyes as she presses her lips tightly around his shaft and she begins to bob her head at a quick pace while Steiner thrusts his cock deeper into her mouth.

"Come on! You can handle a man... but you ain't handling the Genetic Freak!" Steiner yells as he thrusts his thick hard cock in and out of Gail's mouth. 'Big Poppa Pump' reaches down with his left hand and easily rips Gail's tight black top from her body, freeing her firm nicely sized tits.

"MMMMM! MMMMM!" Gail moans as her head quickly and roughly moves back and forth against the massive cock of Scott Steiner while he deeply pumps his shaft into her wet mouth, causing her saliva to splash against his cock. Steiner grits his teeth as he puts his right hand on the back of Gail's head again and he roughly shoves her head down on his cock, forcing her mouth to stretch wider than normal as Steiner stuffs his meaty cock down her throat.

"MMMMMMMMMMM! UHHHHH! AHHHH!" Gail moans and chokes around Scott Steiner's cock as she feels the head of his cock deeply smack against the back of her mouth as her lips grind sharply against his cock.

"You think you're a FREAK!? Take it like freak!" Steiner yells and spits as he forces the Korean Diva to hold his massive cock within her small mouth.

Gail Kim's eyes starts to water before she suddenly jerks her head off of his cock, causing her saliva to drench and drip down his shaft "Ohhh...awww fuck!" Gail moans as she tries to catch her breath.

"What's the matter wanna be? You wanna be a freak?! You can't even handle that?!" Steiner yells as he grabs Gail's hair and roughly jerks her up to her feet before he shoves her against an equipment trunk.

Gail Kim seductively narrows her eyes and smirks at Scott Steiner before he roughly jerks down her black wrestling shorts to expose her smoothly shaved, hot Korean pussy. "Oh I can take it!"

Steiner smirks after seeing Gail's shaved pussy, "You better.... I don't like my time wasted with wanna-bes!" Steiner yells before he smacks Gail across the face, causing her to turn to the right. Steiner turns her the rest of the way and forces her to bend over the trunk so that he can roughly slam his very fat fourteen inch cock into Gail's pussy. Steiner shows Gail no mercy as he forces his entire cock into her cunt with one thrust.

"OHHHHHH! FUCK! Tear that pussy up!" Gail moans and grits her teeth as she roughly rocks back and forth against the equipment trunk as the muscular Scott Steiner aggressively slams his dick into her pussy.

"Mmmmm ahhh! I'm gonna wreck your wanna-be cunt you piece of trash!" Steiner yells as he grabs Gail's hips with his right hand while grabbing Gail's hair with his left hand to jerk her hair back. Steiner pumps his huge cock in and out of Gail's pussy with hard violent thrusts.

"OHHHHH! OHHHH YEAH!" Gail Kim moans loudly as her petite, toned body roughly crashes back against Scott Steiner's massive cock as he roughly jerks her body back. "Mmmmm YEAH!"

"Ahhhh.... yeah you wanna be a freak?! You better get used to being on your back ready to scream my name after I get back sending someone to the hospital in pain!" Steiner grunts as he jerks Gail's head back every time he slams his massive cock into Gail's tight Korean pussy.

"OHHHHH! OHHHHH THIS IS TOO INTENSE!" Gail moans loudly as Scott Steiner easily and roughly jerks her body back and forth against the equipment trunk as he slams his massive cock into her tight pussy from behind.

"Too intense?! This ain't nothing but a warm up for the Big Bad Booty Daddy!" Steiner yells at Gail as he suddenly pulls his huge cock out of Gail's pussy. Steiner turns the petite Korean Diva around and hoists her up into the air to toss her onto the equipment trunk, "Lift them legs and spread 'em!" Steiner yells. Gail bites down on her bottom lip as she leans back on the equipment trunk and spreads her smooth, gorgeous legs as she lifts them into the air.

Steiner steps forward, "You still wanna be a freak? You still think you handle the man with the largest arms in the world?!" Steiner yells as he guides his massive cock so that it's pressing against Gail's asshole as she grabs her legs to keep them in the air.

Gail licks her lips and nods her head "Ohhhhh! Ohhhh yeah!"

"Better not let those legs drop!" Steiner yells as he grabs Gail's slender waist and pulls her towards him so that his cock deeply impales Gail's tight Korean asshole. Instead of thrusts his cock into her, Steiner pulls and pushes Gail back and forth on top of the equipment trunk so that his massive cock goes in and out of her ass.

Gail closes her eyes and tilts her head back as she moves back and forth on the equipment trunk as Scott Steiner powerfully impales her ass with his cock by moving her on the trunk. "OHHHH! That dick is so fucking big!"

"That's right wanna-be! Ain't nothing finer than Scott Steiner!" Steiner grunts as he now starts to pump his cock in and out of Gail's ass while he moves her back and forth on the trunks. Steiner deeply rams his fat fourteen inch cock into Gail's ass as she holds her legs perfectly up in the air.

"OHHHHH! OHHHHHH!" Gail moans as her tight ass smacks against Steiner's muscular waist as he deeply impales her ass with his massive cock "OHHHHH! MMMMM! FUCK!"

"Uhhh ahhhh!" Steiner grunts as he deeply fucks Gail's ass with his cock. Big Poppa Pump grits his teeth as he watches Gail squirm and moan with delight as she gets her ass pounded by his massive dick. Gail Kim's beautiful, sweat dripping body squirms on the equipment trunk as Scott Steiner's cock begins to throb inside of her ass, while he powerfully slams his cock into her ass.

Scott Steiner smirks as he pulls his massive throbbing cock out of Gail's asshole, "Get the fuck down where you belong you piece of trash..." Steiner yells as he grabs Gail's legs and jerks her forward on the equipment trunk. Steiner doesn't let Gail fall to the floor, he catches her first and then drops her down onto her knees. Gail presses her lips together as she looks up at Scott Steiner as she watches him stroking his massive throbbing cock. Steiner grits his teeth, "Ahhh..." Steiner yells as he starts to cum, spraying a massive load of cum onto Gail's beautiful, sweat covered face.

Gail Kim licks her lips as she feels his warm cum spraying down on her face, before his cum drips down her face. "Ohhhh...fuck..."

Scott Steiner smirks as he looks down at Gail Kim's cum covered face, "You're still a wanna-be... but you may... just MAY be enough of a freak... to get another taste of these peaks..." Steiner says as he flexes his right arm again.

Gail Kim licks her lips "Anytime..."

-END- 



Wanna Bet



She woke up slowly, with last nights drinking taking its toll, rolled on her side to touch him. His space was empty. His pillow cold beneath her fingertips and she felt the sharp pang of disappointment. Bobbie ran her hand across his pillow, "hmm," breathing in his after shave when her fingers ran across something out of place.

It was a small business card with something printed on it. "Good morning "Beautiful, hope you remember last night's bet and your subsequent loss. As you remember, you must fulfill whatever asked of you today. Under my pillow is the panties you are allowed to wear for today's assignment."

She smiled as the memories of last night's sexual tryst came flooding back to arouse her lust for him, first thing this morning. They, of course, had bet sexual favors as money would just come out of the same pocket, so they only way to put any excitement into any bet was to make it sexual. He had lost the bet last time over a sports bet. He had predicted that his football team would beat hers and when they had lost, found himself owing her a sexual debt. He was to go out and come home with two women to screw, while she hid in their closet with the video camera to capture the scene for posterity. She ran her hand under his pillow searching, but only found a black garter, hose and another card.

"That's right. You are not allowed underwear of any kind today besides the garter and hose. You must wear your shortest mini skirt and my favorite knit top with no bra. Have a nice day." This was starting to sound like a very interesting day already and it wasn't even, she rolled over to check the clock, nine o clock yet. Well, she had better shower, brush her hair, teeth and primp to ready herself to pay off her bet. She rolled out of bed and wobbled to the bathroom to start her daily routine. She and Bob had started a business as talent agents some five years ago and now they had one of the biggest agencies in the area. Neither really had to work any more, but it was nice to keep an eye on things and to have something to do.

When she got inside, the bathroom, she snapped on the light and found the next note on the counter under his shaving gel. "Shower now and shave yourself as smooth as a baby's bottom. More instructions will follow. Have a good day baby." She wasn't sure about the shaving, but a bet was a bet so she would give it her best shot. Bobbie sat on the edge of their bed to check out her new look in her dresser mirror. It was a very nasty, erotic look she thought, spreading her legs a little to get a more intimate, up close look. There were a couple of stray hairs near the back that she had missed, with no mirror handy in the shower, so she started to dry shave the stragglers with the razor she had brought with her. Her mound and outer lips seem more sensitive now for she could now feel a slight draft blowing across her newly exposed skin. She wasn't sure if she could get used to this cool, tingly sensation of a shaved pussy, but it did look very titillating.

Finished with that task now, Bobbie started to put on the garter and hose. She kept one eye in the mirror to check out every angle of this look. She wasn't sure why, but this was starting to arouse her lust, getting to her in the most erotic way. When she was satisfied that the seams in the hose were straight down the back of her legs. . . wow, she saw herself again in the mirror, bent way over adjusting the seams and was quite sure that this would make even a devote monk cum. She opened her shirt drawer and found the next set of instructions with a video tape.

"You look great babe, now takeout this video, plug it into the VCR and using only your hands bring yourself to an orgasm. Take your time sexy." She smiled to herself in the mirror, turned slowly, then started off to the living room to plug in the movie. She walked out of their room, heading straight for the couch in the living room, pausing only to push the tape into the VCR. Once seated she picked up the universal remote, from the table beside her and hit play. They had one of those systems that could start a number of things all at the same time, but she still jumped a little at the flash of light catching her off guard. She hadn't noticed the instamatic camera set up on the tripod till now, but as she thought about it, she really shouldn't have been surprised. Making sure that the camera would catch the best angled shots of her, she settled back into the couch for the rest of the show. Flash! She had just hit the button to start the VCR and the light had made her jump.

Ah this was going to be his little game was it. She looked at the screen to find it had a porno movie playing with a two women lesbian scene developing. She had mentioned to him once about a fantasy she had about her and another women, just a fantasy really. She watched now fascinated as a totally naked blonde, helped a dark haired oriental out of her top while they French kissed. Bobbie felt her juices start to flow as the oriental's hands started kneading the blonde's small, pert breasts and Bobbie slid her hand up her ribcage and cupped. . . Flash! her own breasts. Her fingers tripped lightly over her own nipples, a small, "oh," escaping her lips.

The sounds, from the screen mixed with her own, now brought her attention back to the screen as the oriental, now totally naked herself, bent toward the erect nipples of the blonde's pert breasts. As the tongue flashed out to flick the blondes left nipple, Bobbie leaned forward and watched as she started pulling on her own hardened little nibs. Her other free hand started to skim across her tummy toward her mound. Flash! As her fingers come into contact with the newly shaved area, she looks down to watch her own hands on this strange, vaginal territory. She had played with herself before, sure, but it was definitely a new experience for her like this. It was almost like she was touching a stranger down there now and that just added fire to the experience. She looked back to the screen now as she lazily let her index finger trace a path through her wet crease. Flash! Up and down her finger slowly traveled, spreading her wetness evenly from her hooded nib to the end of her opening. She looked back again at the screen to see the blonde and her well rounded bottom, position herself, with her shaved pussy, just over the Oriental's pouty little mouth. The tongue from the oriental slid along her slick crease, her fingers pulling it open to allow her tongue some penetration. While she watched this, Bobbie's other hand came into play to hold her lips open wide as her first hand allowed her moistened finger to push into the now slickened opening.

Flash! With her thumb rubbing her clit at the top of her slit and her index finger already starting a fluid pumping motion, Bobbie used her other hand to open her lips wider to accept another digit inside. The two fingers felt better, but she still wasn't content, she wanted more. She turned her attention back to the screen and watched as from a different angle they showed that the blonde was also busy with her fingers, trying to force their way into the Oriental's shaved pussy. Bobbie stopped what she was doing for a second to watch intently as the blonde's whole hand slowly disappeared into the well lubricated snatch of the oriental. She was dumbfounded for a second, as Bobbie had heard about things like this, but had thought them impossible. Her third finger slid in and joined in the tempo. Flash!

"Uhm, ohh," escaped Bobbie as she had managed a fourth finger into the dance and with all four digits thrusting in and out of her, her thumb busily rubbing her clit and her occasional glimpse of the action on the screen, Bobbie could feel herself starting to build to the peak. All she had to do now was rock her hand back and forth to get into a rhythm. Her other hand had found its way back to her breasts and was tweaking her nipples. "Oh god, oh god, oh-h-h-." Flash! "Stop what ever your doing right now!" Bobbie jumped a bit, then looked at the screen where his face was smiling on the T.V. screen at her. "If you haven't come yet, you are not allowed. Save it for later and come to work." He had a smirk on his face and lust in his eyes as though he could actually see her there.

"Now finish getting dressed." His face turned from the screen, then turned back again to say, "Oh, by the way no washing anything. When you get here, I want to be able to smell how much fun you had. See ya later babe." She started to get up slowly then and as she straightened, the movie kicked back in. She watched in envy as the oriental screamed out her orgasm for the camera, with the most blissful look on her face. "Bitch," muttered Bobbie as she turned off the VCR and started back to her room, to finish dressing, on wobbly legs. First she put on the black knit crop shirt he had requested and exhaled to herself at the image she perceived in the mirror. Her nipples were still rock hard and poked through the material, showing how excited she still was and probably would stay all day. "Shit! I'll look like a tramp with this shirt on," she muttered. She went to the closet and reached for her black mini that he had bought for her last week. Taped to the front was another card for her. "You smell great lover. Don't forget to bring in the Polaroids for my viewing pleasure. Place them in an envelope for me and I'll see you in a while." Bobbie smiled to herself as she started to step into her black mini skirt.

Stepping in front of the mirror for a better view, she realized, with some apprehension, that she would definitely have to be very careful in this number. She had bent over to retrieve the dropped card from the floor and got the shock of her life in the mirror as the cheeks to her butt and her shaved peach were more than exposed. Oh yeah, definitely careful in this get up. Taking another glance in the mirror, she decided it was time to tough it out and get this day over with. Driving to work had been a real eye opener for herself and a few other drivers along the way. With the shortness of the skirt and the fact that the seat covering pulled at it, Bobbie seemed to be perpetually flashing her shaved muff to any passers by. One guy had to slam on the brakes in his van to avoid an accident. She guessed that being higher up than her car, must have given that man an unobstructed exceptional view. Part of her felt sorry for the guy, but another randier part of her was thrilled that she could have such an effect on a complete stranger.

These mixed feelings coursed through her as she accidentally and occasionally purposely flashed other people on her way to work. It didn't matter any more weather they were male or female, just so long as they seemed interested in the view. She felt a little disappointment at having to end the exhibitionism as she pulled up to the parking garage located under the building that housed their offices. She popped open the glove compartment to get her parking card and spotted the next card, attached to a present. She proceeded to park in her space before turning her attention to the present and the card. The card just said that, "This present will help you get the most out of this day. Insert deeply and do not remove." Inside the box was a small (about two inch) egg shaped silver vibrator attached to a control. She took the small device and carefully slipped it into her overly sensitive pussy, then she took the control and slipped it behind her garter belt. She stepped out of the car first, to see if everything would stay in place, then turned the vibrating egg on. "Mmm, oh-h-h yes," she moaned to herself, but had to reach to the car for support. Turning the vibrations down, Bobbie hoped that she could manage to walk now and started for the elevator. Waiting for the elevator she found was harder than moving for you had nothing to occupy your mind, but the steady delicious buzzing of the vibrating egg inside her. She started to fidget now as she could feel a wave threatening to crash down over her.

She leaned against the door jam for support, her legs shaking a little, she fought to keep her first orgasm of the day at bay. Reaching under her skirt again, she turned the vibrations down again, but she could still feel her coming climax and her juices were starting to run down her inner thighs. Her female scent was strong now, musky, unmistakable and she was hoping that no one noticed before she got into her office. When the doors to the elevator finally opened, Bobbie stepped in, but just her luck, in behind her stepped a young blonde woman. The doors closed, Bobbie suddenly felt trapped and the best Bobbie could hope for was a short ride before her guest noticed the scent of her lust inside. Hopefully the first or second floor, Bobbie thought, but the girl rode all the way up with Bobbie to the tenth floor. By about the fourth floor, Bobbie noticed that the girl looked vaguely familiar and was staring at her and smiling.

"In this getup, with my scent in the air, this young lady probably has me pegged as some sort of hooker," thought Bobbie as she looked up to the young lady's eyes and smiled back. They both got off at the same floor and Bobbie watched in horror as the girl walked straight into their office suite. Bobbie waited a few minutes, hoping to avoid her, before walking in, straight to Bob's office. Alice greeted Bobbie with, "Sorry Mrs. Quincy, but Mr. Quincy said that he wouldn't be in today until later. He did say that you had something for him and that I should send it to him by Fedex." Bobbie reached into her purse tentatively and gave Alice the envelope full of pictures of herself masturbating. It did not put her mind at ease to give these intimate pictures up, but she turned to escape to the safety of her office. Alice stopped her by adding, "Oh, yeah Mrs. Quincy. You have an audition waiting for you in your office and Mr. Quincy also said to tell you something about, turn it to high. Whatever that means."

Bobbie thanked her and headed off to her office, feeling herself blush. Bobbie walked into her office and closed the door before noticing that the girl from the elevator was seated on her guest couch. The girl was a very attractive blonde with cool blue eyes who stood as Bobbie walked over to her desk. Bobbie still couldn't get over the feeling that she knew this girl from somewhere. Bobbie sat down behind her desk, before saying anything. "Good day Miss. . ." and Bobbie waited for the young lady to fill in a name.

"Dicks ma'am, Cheryl Dicks." Bobbie reached down and turned her egg on high while this girl was introducing herself and explained why she was here. "Mr. Quincy said that this company might be able to use a talent such as mine, if I wouldn't mind auditioning for his partner today." Bobbie looked into her face and again felt that she should know her from somewhere.

"Well, dear we usually like to see some type of portfolio, some references of some kind. Did you bring anything with you?" Bobbie asked as she hunkered down in her chair a little, for the vibrator was starting to get to her, making it hard to concentrate on conversation. "I just brought my video with me and some photographs if that's okay."

"Hum, ahh, well yes. Yes dear, that would, umm, be fine. Just pop the tape into the VCR over there and hit play." The blonde walked over to the entertainment wall and popped the video in as Bobbie's left hand started to absent mindedly stroke the outer lips of her wet pussy. It was comforting to Bobbie to gently touch herself now. When she looked up, at the screen, the shock of what she saw snapped her back to the present. On the large screen before her was the video she had watched this morning of the two girls. She looked over at the blonde and sure enough, this was were Bobbie remembered her from. Bobbie pulled her chair in closer to the desk so as not to be noticed while touching herself. She couldn't believe what was going on in her office. There on their large screen T.V. was the blonde girl who was standing in her office to audition for her who was also on the screen totally naked and french kissing her oriental partner while helping to remove the others clothing.

The young lady was obviously nervous, pacing back and forth by Bobbie's desk. She would occasionally glance at the screen and then back at Bobbie, looking for some reaction. Bobbie's vibrating egg was bringing her so close to the edge that she found it hard to concentrate on anything. "You see, your partner said that it was up to you whether the agency would represent me or not. That's why the audition and all. What do you think?"

The questioned went unanswered for a few seconds as Bobbie tried to compose herself. "Well, I'm sure that you are very good at, umm, this sort of umm. . . entertainment, but this agency, handling this type of entertainment, makes me a little nervous, to say the least. "Bobbie looked from the girl then back to screen, "but if you leave this with me for a while, I'll give it my best unbiased decision." Bobbie's eyes were drawn to the action on the screen again as she watched the screen blonde, eagerly lapping at the Oriental's nipples. The blonde paced around again, obviously nervous and was now standing directly behind Bobbie. The room started to fill with the sounds from the video as both Bobbie and Cheryl seemed wrapped up in the action. Besides the moaning on the screen, there wasn't a sound except, Bobbie was sure Cheryl could hear her breathing heavily. Cheryl was fidgeting behind Bobbie, but Bobbie felt confident she could touch herself without being noticed, being this close to her desk. Her fingers found that her skirt had rode up past her thighs and that she was probably leaking her juices into the fabric of her chair. Bobbie's fingers had no trouble locating her well lubricated entrance, but as she was just about to plunge into that pool. . .Br-r-ring.

The phone made her jump a little. "Hello, Mrs. Quincy speaking, must remember to tell Alice to hold all my calls thought Bobbie.

"Hey sweetheart." Bobbie leaned back into her chair at the sound of Bob's reassuring voice, right into the caressing hands of Cheryl. Cheryl started massaging Bobbie's shoulders then as Bob's voice started, "I figure that Cheryl's got her hands full about now and that you're ready for the best of today's schedule."

Bobbie knew then that Bob had set this all up earlier and asked him, "So dear, what did you tell her?"

She could hear him snicker on the other end of the phone. "I told her, to get a contract with us, she'd have to please you, my horny bisexual wife and that she'd have to start as soon as your phone rang.

"You devious son of a bitch," Bobbie half-heartedly snapped. That brought more snickering from the phone, but Cheryl's hands on her shoulders were just so soothing and relaxing. "Hmm, that's nice dear," Bobbie half whispered to Cheryl or Bob or maybe both, as she turned to tell Cheryl that this really wasn't necessary. As she turned, Bobbie hung up the phone then found herself face to face with the Cheryl's bare nipples.

Bobbie looked up and down then up again into the clear blue eyes of the totally naked Cheryl. "I believe that call was for me." Bobbie nodded, meekly assenting to the hands that had just slipped down into Bobbie's top and were now kneading her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Cheryl leaned down and started nibbling on Bobbie's lobes whispering, "you smell more than ready for me Bobbie."

Bobbie was very apprehensive about the whole situation that was unraveling before her now. She didn't think she could stop what Bob had put in motion, but she wasn't sure about this lesbian tryst that was about to happen so she started to blurt out anything to distract Cheryl as Cheryl started to pull Bobbie's top down, exposing her breasts. "Now Cheryl, this isn't totally appropriate or. . ." Cheryl's wet, warm mouth had just sucked in Bobbie's left nipple. "Uhm-m-m, that's nice, no wait a minute. Don t. . ." her objection ended as Cheryl's fingers started tracing lines up Bobbie's inner thighs above her stocking tops.




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As Cheryl's finger nails lightly racked across Bobbie's wet outer lips she leaned in and whispered, "Do you really want me to stop Bobbie? Just say stop Bobbie." and she started nibbling on Bobbie's lobe again. Bobbie reached out and pulled Cheryl closer, moaning now, "Don't stop Cheryl, please." With that said, Cheryl cupped Bobbie's left cheek in her palm and turned her to look Cheryl in the eyes.

heryl leaned forward and their lips finally meet. There was no resistance to this kiss as Cheryl found Bobbie's lips parting open, ready to receive her exploring tongue. The kissing became more passionate and Bobbie felt her anticipation grow as Cheryl's index finger start to run through her sopping wet slit. Cheryl broke the kiss long enough to bring that wet finger to her lips for Bobbie's view, her tongue flashed out and pulled that finger into her eager mouth. When she withdrew the digit, she again leaned in close to whisper in Bobbie's ear, "I've got a surprise for you Bobbie." "Oh, not another surprise," thought Bobbie as she grabbed Cheryl's face and pressed her lips to Cheryl s, trying to urge the other girl on with her own tongue probing. As their tongues started to dance together, in Bobbie's mouth, there was a sound from the office's bathroom door. Out of the bathroom stepped Cheryl's oriental partner from the movie that was still playing in full surround sound. "Bobbie, I d like to introduce you to Ki-Loo, my partner," stated Cheryl as her index finger slid easily into Bobbie's wetness. "Ow, Bobbie, what's this?"Cheryl asked as she discovered Bobbie's vibrating egg inside her. She pulled gently on the wire till it came out of Bobbie with a wet popping sound. Starting to rub it up and down the wet crease it had just left, Cheryl began to croon in Bobbie's ear, "C mon Bobbie. Wouldn't you like to cum for me baby" as Bobbie's legs started to tense up and quiver. Bobbie couldn't stop herself from reaching out to grasp Cheryl's buttock, pulling her closer. Cheryl stepped in next to Bobbie, being sure to place her nipples inches from Bobbie's mouth. Bobbie took the bait and was now greedily sucking and moaning on Cheryl's nipple, but still hadn't hit her peak when, Cheryl stopped rubbing her clit with the egg. Bobbie sucked harder on the nipple in her mouth, reached down with her other hand, desperately touching Cheryl's sopping wet pussy, then pulled back to plead with her tormentor, "please don't stop now. I was so close Cheryl, so close. Please make me cum. Please!"

Cheryl just leaned forward, kissed Bobbie passionately on the mouth before saying, "No can do, baby. Your husband said that we were only to get you primed, not to let you cum."

Cheryl then slid the egg back into Bobbie's wet hole, to an anguished "Oh-h-h, please," plead that escaped her. Stepping back behind Bobbie, Cheryl said, "You just sit back and relax baby, for we have something special for you to see. "Bobbie felt Cheryl's hands gently, but firmly, pull her back into the chair and then she once again started rubbing Bobbie's bare shoulders. "Ki-Loo is the best solo act around Bobbie, so your in for a real treat." and with that, Cheryl pulled Bobbie's chair away from the desk, to the side, for a better view. When Bobbie looked over, Ki-Loo was already naked and sitting on a wooden bar stool. Her shaved, pouty pussy lips looked puffy and swollen from excitement already. She was average height, dark haired about medium length and fairly chesty. As Bobbie's interrupted climax started to quell a little, she started to relax again into Cheryl's warm caressing hands.

Ki-Loo started running her hands down her sides as Bobbie now sat transfixed by the beautiful Ki-Loo's body. Ki-Loo's hands started sliding back up her rib cage, cradling her perfect breasts with her hands. She started running her finger tips teasingly across the tips of each breast, drawing out the delicious sensations, reveling in taking her own time. Bobbie felt Cheryl's hot breath on her ear, but wouldn't take her eyes, no couldn't take her eyes from Ki-Loo. She was flushed with need and want as her hands traveled down across her stomach. Bobbie watched with envy as Ki-Loo's eyes, half closed with lust, concentrated on the glow that Bobbie knew was building from her center. Her manicured fingers traced circles across her shaved womanhood and Bobbie moaned in unison with her little Ki-Loo.

It was like she was traveling this self discovery with Ki-Loo, being one with her and sharing it all. Ki-Loo's fingers started caressing her wetness as Bobbie felt Cheryl's fingers starting to play and tease her hard nipples. "Isn't she beautiful Bobby?" Cheryl breathed hotly into Bobbies ear. Bobbie nodded her agreement as she felt Cheryl's tongue flick across her ear lobe "Don't you want to cum with her Bobbie?" asked a very breathy Cheryl.

Bobbie whispered a barely audible, "Yes, yes I want her to cum," her eyes transfixed on the lust filled Ki-Loo. The opening to Ki-Loo's center was glistening, as were the fingers caressing and teasing that sacred orifice. Bobbie was letting out uncontrollable small little moans as Ki-Loo's fingers started searching, to possess all the treasures within and bring them forth.

"I think we need help Bobbie," said a sultry voiced Ki-Loo. Reaching into a bag beside her, she withdrew a large black vibrator. Bobbie's hand had started to slid down her stomach to her bare mound, to join Ki-Loo, before Cheryl's hand caught it and placed it on the arm rest of the chair.

"Not yet Bobbie," said Ki-Loo from across the room "got a long way to go yet. Will you insure that Cheryl," asked Ki-Loo. As Bobbie watched the show, now mesmerized, she felt Cheryl handcuff her hands to the armrests. The black vibrator was switched on before it was sent sliding up and down Ki-Loo's wetness. Now as Cheryl stepped over, straddling Bobbie's left arm she reached out, tweaking and teasing Bobbie's nipples to Bobbie's appreciative, "ooohs" and started rubbing her juices allover Bobbie's trapped arm. Bobbie turned her head, received Cheryl's lusty kiss and felt her teasing fingers start to lightly trace patterns around her sensitive clit.

Bobbie could hear Ki-Loo's slick black lover humming it's lovesong to her and with her egg joining the harmony, she just found it frustrating that she couldn't bring herself off. She had been on the edge all day and her clit was screaming for relief of her sexual need and want. Cheryl broke their kiss and leaned her lips close to Bobbie's ear again. "Do you need to cum yet baby hmm?"

Bobbie strained against her restraints mumbling in Cheryl's ear, "yes. Yes please make me cum. Please Cheryl, please".

Cheryl's index finger then came directly into contact with Bobbie's clit, rubbing and pinching it. Bobbie was screaming out her pleasure now, her head thrashing back and forth. When she looked up, there was Ki-Loo looking directly into her eyes. "I think you're ripe enough for my tasting now," said Ki-Loo as she knelt down between Bobbies wet shaking thighs.

As Ki-Loo's tongue touched her shaved mons, Bobbie threw her head back in absolute screaming abandon, "Yes". Cheryl released Bobbie's hands from the cuffs, but try as she might Bobbie could hardly move her arms. Ki-Loo's tongue was now dancing over Bobbies clit again and again.

Bobbie started to quiver and spasm as she crashed into her first orgasm. She was barely over the first wave as another climax hit her, "Yes, god, yes," followed by another, "ooh, no more. Please no. . ." and yet another. She arched herself up out of the chair and Ki-Loo's mouth stayed planted on her clit by pure suction alone. Bobbie was so far gone that she barely noticed that Cheryl's rubbing had caused her to cum all over Bobbie's forearm. The screaming had stopped, but both Bobbie and Cheryl's after shocks were causing them both to shake. Ki-Loo stayed knelt between Bobbie's thighs, gently lapping up Bobbie's wetness like a kitten licks up cream.

Bobbie reached down and lovingly caressed Ki-Loo's flaxen hair then broke the silence with, "Thank you for this special..." She was at a loss for words now as she felt herself slowly start to get excited again with Ki-Loo's loving licks. Cheryl reached past Bobbie for the phone, then dialed a number saying, "Hello. Yes she's been primed and is ready now for you".



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Brian loves his wife, Teresa. He loves the way she looks. He loves the way she loves him. He loves the way she turns the heads of other men. He loves everything about her.

At 39, she was still as beautiful as the day he met her. At the time, he was sharing a house with a female friend - purely platonic - and she brought a new girl from work home for supper. It was Teresa. For Brian it was love at first sight. He was struck by her petite 5' 3" frame - a tiny waist which emptied into curvy hips and well-toned muscular legs. Most striking were her large-for-her-size breast which measured 38DD. They seemed to be busting at the buttons of the revealing top she wore. Brian was definitely interested! 

It wasn't long before Brian asked Teresa out and within a year, they were married. They had three kids over the years but Teresa took care of herself and remained as stunning as ever. Now in their late thirties, Brian was looking for ways to spice up their sex life. They had great sex, but it had become a bit routine. So Brian decided to risk sharing a fantasy of his with Teresa.

Teresa didn't understand how a man's mind works. She thought of herself as "middle-aged" and no longer someone who turned men's heads. Brian knew better, and the mere thought of other men checking his wife out caused his male member to awaken. To put spice back into their lives, Brian wanted to get Teresa to turn more than a few heads by wearing some sexy and slightly slutty clothes in public. He knew this would turn him on and felt it would do wonders for Teresa as well.

Brian decided to do some online shopping for his wife. He found just what he was looking for. He found some "club" type dresses and skirts. He found a skirt made of a sheer material that rode low on the hips and would just cover her shapely ass. He found a top that would allow her to wear a "shelf" type bra to support her ample breasts but allow her cleavage and nipples to be prominently displayed through the satiny material. He made his purchases ... including new lace thong underwear, and made his plans. 

Once the package arrived, Brian went to work. He took Teresa out for dinner. She was wearing the black jeans that showed off her ass and his favorite tight fitting ivory colored sweater that showed off her ample breasts. As she got up to use the "ladies room" Brian watched as men watched his wife leave and return. He felt his nice-sized cock become aroused at this. When she returned to the table, Brian said "Is your backside hot?" Teresa looked at him sort of weird not understanding the question, so Brian told her of all the glances as she left and came back ... hot glances of desire. He said "I just wondered if any of that heat made your backside hot." She smiled but said "I think you're imagining things again, babe." She said she was too old to make men hot and horny for her. She was an old maried woman with kids, remember?

That's when Brian went into action. "Teresa, you are much sexier than you can imagine ... would you be willing to make a bet with me?" 

"What kind of bet?" Teresa asked curiously. 

"I bet that, in the right clothes and the right place, you will have at least three men proposition you in less than 2 hours" Brian confindently replied.

"Really? And what do I get if I win?"

"Well, if I win, I get to be turned on by watching my sexy wife turn some guys on and then be the one to finally take her home. If you win, you get to finally realize how incredibly sexy you really are ... get to tease a bunch of guys mercilessly ... and then get to come home and make me do anything you want for you in our bedroom. Deal?"

Teresa was a little hesitant, but she finally smiled and said "Deal!"

After they finished dinner, they drove straight home. But the night was far from over. Brian made her agree to do exactly as he said. He told her to go take a shower and shave "everything" closely and then come to the bedroom. She did as told and returned to the bedroom with only a towel on. Brian was sitting on the bed with her outfit laid out. She grinned and said "You want me to wear that!?" Brian reminded her that she promised to do just as he said. She nodded in disbelief but agreed. 

Brian removed her towel and, as usual, lost his breath as he admired her beauty. Brian said "I'd like you to rub yourself down with this scented oil, babe." Teresa took the oil and poured some in her hands and began rubbing it on her well-tanned legs. They were not overly long but they were shapely and very sexy. Brian stepped around behind her and poured the oil down her back and began rubbing it in slowly. Her skin felt so good under his finger tips. She moaned gently and her nipples began to be aroused. She turned around to reach out and kiss him but Brian stopped her.

"Babe, I'd love to make love to you right now, but we need to see who will win this bet. Now rub the oil on the front, please." Teresa began to get into it. She poured oil down her front and onto her beautiful breasts. The oil ran down between them and trickled down to her cleanly shaven pussy. She began to sensuosly rub the oil all over making her nipples even more erect and her pussy lips moist and slick. The oil produced the desired effect. Her skin glowed and glistened and the scent put off a lusty, delicious aroma.

Brian said "Put the lace thong and shelf bra on, now." Teresa complied. Her breasts looked amazing pushed up and her nipples hard and erect. And the thong was a tight fit barely covering the sweetness between her legs. 

Brian asked Teresa to put the skirt and top on now. As he figured, the midnight blue mini-skirt rode low on her curvacious hips, showed lots of leg and barely covered her firm butt. And the black satin top was cut in such a way as to daringly reveal her amazing cleavage while the satin rubbed her nipples and made them even more prominently displayed through the material.

Brian asked her to twirl around the room and show him "her stuff." Teresa was beginning to feel as hot as she looked and complied willingly. As she did, her skirt swayed deliciously revealing more of her butt cheeks and legs. Brian smiled. He asked her to go over to the dresser and act as if it were a bar, and as if she were ordering a drink. She did so and had to bend forward slightly. When she did, the view from the rear was incredible. The skirt rode up slightly revealing the very bottom of her ass. And looking in the mirror, Brian could see that the view from the front was just as titilating. After putting on some slightly slutty stilletto heals, she was ready!

Brian asked her to get in the car and off they went. Because they both liked blues and jazz, Brian had picked out a club that specialized in that kind of music. Brian had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road because he kept looking at his amazing wife! A bulge began to appear in Brian's pants because he was so excited. Teresa couldn't help but notice what she was doing to him and she reached over and began to message Brian's swelling cock through his pants. She was getting hot too!

Brian dropped Teresa off at the door. He told her that she was to go in, find a seat and act as if she were alone, but if anyone asked, she was waiting for friends. She was to be as daring as she wished. Dance with anyone who asked. Accept a drink if a guy offered to buy her one. He would come in later and watch. Teresa smiled and went in the door alone.

As she entered, several men's heads turned her direction. They liked what the saw and let her know it with their eyes. For the first time in a long time, Teresa felt sexy. She liked the way she could make men's eyes light up with desire. She smiled seductively and met men several men's gazes with her own icey blue eyes. They followed her as she made her way to the bar. As she ordered a glass of white wine she was careful to bend slightly forward, just as she had practiced in her bedroom with Brian. The bartender got an eyeful as he handed her her glass of wine, and she could swear that her ass was getting hot from heated stares she knew her backside was receiving. She felt herself beginning to get moist between the smoothly-shaven lips of her pussy. She was enjoying this!

She made her way over to a table off to the side of the stage and dancefloor, her skin still glistening from the oil . A three piece blues band was doing their thing. As she sat down, she could feel the satiny fabric rubbing her nipples and they instantly became aroused. She watched as the eyes of the guitarist made a bee-line for those erect nipples. She felt his eyes as they wandered down to the cleavage amply exposed as well. She sat down and crossed her legs, allowing the skirt to ride up high exposing the tops of her thighs. The guitarist continued his gaze as he played a seductively slow blues tune, apparently just for her.

Suddenly, Teresa felt someone behind her. It was a man, late 20's, on the tall side, dark skin and very good-looking. He was helplessly staring down her top and was startled when she turned towards him. He said "Hi, my name is Jim, and you are absolutely georgeous!" Teresa smiled shyly. She introduced herself to Jim and accepted his offer to dance. As they rose for the dance floor, Teresa caught Brian out of the corner of her eye. He was smiling. Brian thought to himself "Well, that didn't take long!"

Brian's cock was throbbing as he watched with delight the site of his wife dancing with this younger man. As she danced to the fast songs, her tits bounced up and down nearly coming out of that top, and her skirt flew up flashing glimpses of her ass to all the guys who watched intently from the bar. Jim was obviously enjoying the dance as well. After a couple of songs, they returned to the table. Teresa thanked Jim for the dance and politely turned down a drink as she already had one. Jim left. "One down, two to go" thought Brian.

It wasn't but another few minutes before another man approached Teresa. He was blond, athletically built, wore tight jeans that hugged his tight buns, and a shirt that showed off his washboard abs. He said "Hi, I'm Jeff, and couldn't help but notice you were alone, can I buy you a drink?"

Teresa had just finished her wine so accepted his offer. She asked this time for a margarita. Jeff ordered and returned with the drinks. Teresa explained that she was waiting for friends but would be happy to dance with Jeff until they arrived. After a few sips of the margarita, off to the dance floor they went. Once again, her dance partner enjoyed the beauty on display before him. More than once, Teresa's low-cut top flew open a little too much revealing nearly an entire breast. And there was no doubt in the onlooker's minds as to what color thong Teresa was wearing, as her skirt rode up high enough to reveal that information. Brian looked on with glee as his wife exposed more and more of herself. His cock was throbbing from the intensity of this scene. He could tell Teresa was beginning to really get into this as well.

Another slow blues tune began and Teresa and Jeff slowed down the dancing. Jeff's hands roamed all over Teresa's backside as they slowly danced closely to one another. Occasionally, Teresa would throw a glance Brian's way looking to see his reaction. Brian's eyes told her to keep going, he was enjoying the show. With that bit of encouragement, Teresa became more daring. She turned her backside to Jeff and arched her ass into his bulging groin. Jeff nearly came unglued as Teresa's slightly exposed butt pressed tightly into his crotch and as she began grinding herself into him. He grabbed her curvacious hips and pulled her tighter into his obvious erection. The entire dance floor stepped aside as they put on this titilating show. Teresa was getting hotter and hotter and made eye contact her horny husband. Brian was on fire and could've cum on the spot.

Just then, the music stopped and the crowd errupted in applause. The band wasn't sure if it was for them or Teresa. The guitarist thanked the crowd and told them they'd be back for the second set later. Jeff escorted Teresa back to the table. She thanked him but reminded him that she was waiting for friends. Jeff limped off like a whipped puppy, but still a smile on his face. Brian smiled too and thought to himself "Two down, one to go!"

It wasn't long before the guitarist showed up at Teresa's table. His name was Keith. He looked like a bluesman in his tight leather pants and shirt undone to reveal a hairy chest. He approached the table with another glass of wine and a water for himself. He sat down and handed Teresa the wine. She accepted with a seductive smile and said all she needed to say with that smile. She liked what she saw and liked that he noticed her from the stage. Keith told Teresa that he could hardly play watching her amazing dance. Teresa continued to smile at Keith and leaned forward slightly to give him a good look at her tits. Keith smiled. He asked her if she was free after the show. She said "Not really, I'm waiting for friends." Keith looked disappointed but continued to talk with her. Feeling the effects of the alchohol, she threw caution to the wind and intentionally uncrossed her legs, spreading them slightly so as to reveal her baby blue lace thong barely covering her cleanly shaven pussy. Again Keith noticed and smiled. He looked at his watch and told her he had to get back onstage. "Would you come up on stage with us and dance with me?" Teresa answered "Only if you take off your shirt to show off that hairy chest." Keith smiled and winked, then left for backstage. 

Keith appeared onstage without his shirt, his guitar strapped over his hairy, bare chest. They played a fast hard-rocking number. Then Keith announced that the next number would be a sexy slow blues tune called "Lady's Too Fine" but he needed a lady to sing to. He looked at Teresa and pointed her way. The spotlight shined on her and the crowd began applauding! Teresa took Keith's hand and, as he pulled her onto the stage, everyone got a shot at her perfect ass ... and applauded all the more. 

The band eased into the song, and Keith started singing about the Lady being "too fine" as he hungrily looked at Teresa who had started to sway to the music. Brian watched intently as every eye was on his sexy wife. Teresa began seducing Keith with her tantilizing, giving him "come on" looks as she slid her hands down her body, caressing her bouncing breasts. Teresa danced her way over to Keith and, positioning herself behind him, slipped her arms around him and began rubbing his chest as he tried to focus on the words of the song. The crowd hooted and hollored. Teresa continued to dance to the music, and as the song built to its crescendo, Teresa finally turned towards the drummer with her backside to the audience. She bent forward and placed her hands onto the big bass drum to give the drummer a look at her tits, and give the audience one last look at her sweet ass. Her pussy lips were almost visible through the small thong holding them in and her legs still glistening slightly from the oil as she swayed her hips back and forth. As the band played the last chord, she approached Keith and gave him a teasing kiss on the cheek to the applause of the crowd.

Teresa looked down from the stage and saw that Brian had situated himself at her table and was beeming at her with his big brown eyes. She was hot, and she finally knew it. He'd won the bet! Teresa whispered to Keith that her "friend" had finally arrived but that she thanked him for a good time. Keith nodded and said "You really are too fine, lady."

As they drove home, they laughed and talked about their exotic evening. Teresa could hardly believe what she had done and how incredibly turned on she was by it all. Brian said "I won the bet, babe ... three guys in less than two hours. And those where just the ones who had the balls to approach you. You could've had anyone in the room." 

"Yes," said Teresa, "But I'm going home with the only one I really wanted."

Once home, Teresa was still so hot and bothered that she attacked her husband the moment they got inside the door. This experiment in exhibitionism really unleashed the animal in her. They tried things sexually that they'd never tried before. She blew Brian's throbbing cock, and then blew his mind.

Teresa asked Brian to plan another "outing" very soon, and he assured her he would be working on it!



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Kerry and Derrick had been friends for a very long time, both of them were very competitive and a long time ago they'd gotten into the habit of making bets. Over the years the bets had become more and more sexual, they'd been each other's first kisses, he'd been the first person to see her breasts... now they were both 18 and they had an entire summer before they were separated by attending different colleges. The bets had become more and more interesting; since neither of them were seeing anyone they felt pretty free to challenge each other. And Kerry had to admit, her bets with Derrick were much more interesting than anything she'd done with any of her boyfriends, and for some reason she felt a lot more comfortable with him than she had with them. Maybe it was because of her closeness with Derrick - and his with her - that neither of their relationships with other people had lasted very long, but she was content with that. Besides, it was kinda fun to have the same person be all of her firsts... she'd never gone farther with another guy than she already had with Derrick, although it was really intentional, that was just the way it happened.

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"WHAT?" gasped Kerry, completely shocked. Ok, so the bets had been getting more and more sexual but this was a little bit of a shock. Usually Derrick didn't seem so confident when betting, and especially not when telling her what he wanted.

"Yeah," he said, leaning back in his chair and brushing his dark hair out of his eyes, "The Red Sox win and you suck me off." Dark eyes looked at her challengingly.

"Fine!" said Kerry, she'd never been one to turn down a challenge, of any kind, "And if I win then you have to eat me out!"

Derrick laughed, "Kinda sounds like I win on both ends!"

Smiling sweetly, if slightly maliciously, Kerry replied, "Except that you'll have to go home and whack off if I win."

They both laughed at that, good-natured teasing. Watching the game was particularly exciting, with both of them flirting with each other. She could tell that he had a hard-on all throughout the game, and she had to admit, her pussy was getting wet thinking about the inevitable end. One way or another, their relationship was going to be stepping up another level. 

By the ninth inning, Kerry was sitting on his lap and his hands were up her shirt, playing gently with her tits. She realized that if she lost, she was probably going to have to go home and get herself off afterwards, she was getting so horny from this. The stakes were higher than ever, and his hands playing with her nipples weren't helping anything either. She should probably stop him, the only time that he'd ever gotten to play with her tits was when she'd lost a different bet, but it just felt so good... and one way or another one of them was going to see more of the other's body than they ever had before. 

Kerry realized that the Orioles were going to lose, but she didn't feel at all unhappy really. In some ways, she was now going to get her curiosity satisfied, she'd always wondered how big he was and what he looked like. 

Derrick was thrilled as they turned off the TV and she settled onto the ground in front of him, in between his legs. As she started to undo his pants he requested hopefully, "Take off your shirt?"

Kerry thought about it for a moment... well he'd already been playing with them for long enough during the game. She took it off. He could feel his dick flexing in the confines of his jeans as he watched her heavy breasts swaying, topped with very hard pink nipples. 

When his dick sprung free, Kerry gasped a little under her breath. It seemed very large, she took it in her hand and wrapped her fingers around it, pumping a little. Derrick was breathing heavy, and he reached down to take one breast in each hand, thumbing her pink nipples. Trying to ignore the sensations that made her want to concentrate on her own needs, Kerry leaned forward and flicked her tongue against the head of his dick. It was a little strange, and she was feeling a little hesitant, but she also liked the way he gasped and shuddered as her tongue licked at him; it gave her an incredible feeling of control. 

"Feel free to play with yourself," he breathed as he watched her pink tongue start to lick along the sides of his dick. Kerry shot him a look, no way was she going to give him the pleasure of seeing her pussy AND her play with herself while he was already getting head from her. He grinned as he realized that she saw through him completely, oh well. It had been worth a shot. 

Not that he had a whole lot of concentration for watching at the moment. Groaning as she finally got up the courage to press her lips at the tip of his dick and slowly open them and sliding down; he couldn't believe how spectacular she looked with her pink lips sealed tightly around his shaft. With just the head in her mouth, he jerked with sudden sensation as her tongue laved over it, caressing the pee slit and rubbing against the underside of his mushroom. Ever so slowly her head started to descend, and his grip on her boobs became like suction cups as he kneaded and massaged them in response to the incredible wet sensation of her mouth as it enveloped him. Very lightly her teeth would graze against him, but not at all painfully; his favorite sensation was the way her tongue rippled against him as she allowed him to press farther and farther into her mouth.

Eventually she couldn't take him anymore, her gag reflex just couldn't handle it, and so she wrapped her hand around the part his dick that she couldn't fit into her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, she found a rhythm with her hand that allowed her to move both at once. Of course the part of him that was in her mouth felt the best, but this was still the most exciting thing that had ever happened to his dick. It felt wonderful, wet and soft and he could feel all of her mouth just moving against him as she bobbed up and down. He wished that he could fit all the way in, but even without that he was incredibly happy.

The sight of Kerry on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped securely around him as she bobbed up and down and her tits jiggled, that in and of itself was enough to start his balls boiling. With every stroke she became more and more competent at finding what felt the best, her free hand started to massage his balls gently as she continued to stroke. The unevenness of her inexperienced bobbing and fisting just added to the sensations. When she tugged gently on his ball sack he clutched her tits harder than ever and groaned loudly. 

Smiling at this obvious success, Kerry started tugging again, still gently but also a little harder than she had the first time. Derrick starting jerking and writhing in the seat as she pushed herself even further onto his dick, trying to ignore her gag reflex.

Thoughtfully, he gasped, "Kerry, I'm gonna cum..."

To his shock, instead of pulling away, her efforts redoubled. She wanted to swallow his load. That was enough to send him into immediate orgasm, her mouth as far down on his dick as she could get it as she frantically swallowed his cum. Her hand never stopped moving on his balls as she sucked every last drop from him, making him jerk as her tongue slid over the pee-slit in a quick cleaning swipe.

"That was incredible," he looked down at her, awed as his limp dick slid from her mouth. Kerry just smiled back up at him. 



Wanna Bet?



Although we were still clothed, the touching and petting was hot and heavy. It was after our second date, and Pamela invited me in and poured us each a glass of wine. We were in her living room, and first there was subtle touching. Then light kissing, which led to more intimate touching. Then the long passionate kisses.

I liked the way Pamela kissed. The well-built redhead was panting, and my breathing was heavy. Her eyes showed promise, and I fantasized about how good it would feel when we made our way to her bed -- her firm lips pressing against mine, front to front, my hard member hugged by the smooth creamy insides of her womanhood, and the beauty of her fiery red pussy hair.

A few more minutes of passionate kissing, and I loosened a few buttons on her blouse. My hands now inside her shirt, I felt her skin. She nudged me over on my back on her spacious couch, and we hungrily and passionately kissed.

Finally I found words to suggest that we get rid of our clothes and go to her bedroom. She got a look of concern on her face. Her eyes were still wide and excited, and her disheveled red hair looked so alluring.

"Rick - I didn't expect things to go this far so soon. I don't want things to bomb with us like it did with my latest bedroom excursion - he fucked me, came right away, and then fell asleep. An hour later he got up and left."

I had to do some fast thinking. I knew the first time inside Pamela would be no marathon of intercourse. The sweetness of her pussy, plus the excitement of a first time with her, was sure to push me over the edge quite soon. I could not deny that the first ejaculation with her would arrive quickly.

"Let me bring you off first," I whispered.

"Well, that might help, but I don't know..."

"I bet I can last at least fifteen minutes inside you," I lied. I said it teasingly and as a challenge.

"Wanna bet?" she shot back. "And if you pop earlier, what have you lost, other than the bet? You'll still have gotten pleasure."

"I'll tell you what," I challenged, "If I don't last fifteen minutes, and you can do as much as you want to try to make me cum, then - then I'll suck you clean afterward."

"EWWWW! Gross! Cum eating - you'd do that?!"

I had to laugh at the face she made when she said that. I also knew that in order to succeed, I had to act as if I didn't care whether or not we went to bed.

"I've never done that before, but yes, I'd do it," I replied with as much nonchalance as I could muster with a desperately aroused cock struggling inside my jeans. Then I drew her toward me and tried to restore the passionate mood we had before. She returned my kisses, but I could tell her mind was occupied.

A few minutes later she had gotten well into the aroused mood from before, when she pulled away and said, "Okay. You're on. But what if you try to back out after you've popped?"

I sensed that reassurances would not be enough for her, so the ball had to be in her court. "I don't know - how do you want to make sure?"

She thought for a moment, then giggled. "I want to tie you to the bed so I can have my way with you and make sure you follow through!"

She saw the assent in my eyes. So she wanted some bondage in the bedroom. Being tied to a bed by an attractive impassioned redhead and then having sex -- I definitely liked the idea. Her manner turned playful, which was a good sign. "Stay there, I'll be back in a little bit," she said, and scampered to the next room.

A few minutes later she reappeared. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that she had removed all her clothes. Her red hair graced her pale skin. And, yes, her pussy hair was red, although a lighter shade than on her head. She stood confidently in the doorway, and held several red binding straps.

She smiled as she beckoned me to come hither. In an instant I was in her bedroom, shedding my clothes. She grasped my erect member and said, "Fifteen minutes, huh?"

She sat on the edge of her bed and opened her legs. I knelt between them and tasted her sweet pussy through an orgasm. Then she bound my hands to the sides of my legs and had me lie on her bed. She bound my ankles together and fastened the binding to the front bedposts. My cock pointed straight up. She giggled, and straddled my midsection.

I groaned when she impaled herself on my cock. It felt every bit as good as I imagined.

"Are you ready?" she asked. "Fifteen minutes!"

Then she began to sexily pump. As she did that, she bent down and playfully kissed me on the lips. Her "Ahhhh!" sounds enhanced my arousal, and I saw the playful determination in her eyes. She definitely was going to try to bring me to ejaculation as quickly as she could. She varied the tempo of her pumping, and I could not withstand the stimulation for more than a couple of minutes.

Pamela sexily giggled as I started to ejaculate, and she sped up her pumping throughout my profuse spurting episode. She kept me inside her for a few moments, telling me that she wanted every drop I had to give.

"Ready to suck my pussy? Open up, lover boy!"

It's hard to explain the difference in being so willing to suck on a cum-filled pussy when my arousal was at its highest, and my reluctance after my lust had been spent inside her womanhood. Since this was my first time doing what I had fantasized about for so long, I didn't know how much I'd like doing it in real life.

I knew I was going to get the serving. I had committed to it, and even suggested it as my price of admission. So I was determined to follow through. 

"I'm ready, Pamela," I said, and willingly opened my mouth.

Pamela withdrew, and quickly straddled my mouth. I caught a quick view of her red haired pussy, soaked with her cream and my semen, just before she made contact.

The amount of slippery cream that I encountered the first time I swiped my tongue on her pussy astounded me. I gulped the wad and went to work on her pussy. I licked and kissed. I sucked on her gorgeous pussy. 

At first she exclaimed, "Oh, that feels SO weird!" As I kept on she said it felt good. Eventually she filled the room with the sounds of her uninhibited orgasm.

She untied me and we spent some time nuzzling and cuddling. Her sensuous hands brought me to an aroused and erect state. She giggled and said, "I think you knew you wouldn't last fifteen minutes, and made the bet just to get into my pussy!"

"I'll bet I can last twenty five minutes before cumming," I replied.

She got on her back and opened her legs.

"Wanna bet?" she asked as she pulled me on top of her.



Wanna Bet?



It was nearing midnight on a chilly fall evening when I approached the landing of his apartment. I bundled my coat tighter to my chest, and rapped hard, three times, on the door. I shivered for a moment before I heard the gentle tromp of footsteps drawing near, the lock being thrown back, and then the door was opened. 

He stood there, all six feet of him, dressed in a dark green bathrobe. My breath caught in my chest, taken aback at how, even this late in the evening, he could still be so damned handsome. "Lucy," he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine. "What are you doing here so late?" 

My teeth chattered from the cold and I said, "Do you mind if I come in, Peter?" 

"Oh, sure ... sure." He said, stepping back and letting me into his living room/dining room. His apartment was small, to be certain, but it was well kept and, right now, very warm. I looked to Peter, as he moved the newspaper he'd been reading from the sofa cushion to make me a spot. 

"No need for that, just yet." I said, slowly unbuttoning my coat before letting it fall to the floor. 

Peter turned just as my coat fell and I heard his sharp intake of breath. I stood before him in a white nightgown that barely brushed my knees. My full, curvy figure was accented by the cut of the gown, and the neckline gave a hint of my ample cleavage. I kicked off the shoes I'd been wearing, and now I was at my regular height of five feet. 

"Sit down and just relax." I said, walking to the sofa and standing before Peter. After he sat, I straddled him to sit upon his lap, my fingers slowly curling into the hair at the base of his neck. "I've come to collect, Peter. You owe me ..." my voice trailed off and I dropped my mouth to his. 

He immediately kissed me back, his arms pulling me in close to his body. I hadn't thought it would be this easy to collect, had thought he would put up some kind of argument, but instead, his tongue parted my lips and met mine in a long, sensuous kiss. My hands moved down to the collar of his robe, pulling it from his neck as I kissed my way from his mouth, over his jaw, and down to his neck. He smelled of soap and his skin was warm and still a little damp from the bath he had taken. As I gently nipped at the soft flesh there, he moaned his approval. 

Peter pulled at the hem of my gown, but didn't remove it. Instead, he slid his hands underneath and began to gently stroke my back while I continued to lick and nibble at his neck. "Yes, oh yes." He whispered against my hair, his breath coming heavy, his fingers kneading my skin.

I drew a deep breath and sat back to look at him. His lopsided grin was even more endearing in this moment than it had ever been before and he kissed me softly. I lost myself in it, and the moment, and plunged forward. 

Placing my hands on the back of the sofa for support, I lifted myself off him and noticed how cool the air was away from his skin. I ran my fingers through the fine hair at his temple, smiled down at him and then dropped to my knees. I went to work slowly, and spoke not a word. I knew what I wanted, what I came to do, and I wasn't leaving until I had received my prize. 

First, I untied the knot in the belt of his robe, exposing his lean body and the smattering of hair that covered his chest and disappeared into the white boxer briefs he wore. I slid up the length of him, placing kisses along the way, stopping to gently tug his right nipple, then his left, before reaching his lips for another kiss. I trailed my way down again, in the same manner, Peter's fingers curled into my hair, watching me as I paid gentle, loving attention to his body. When I reached his tummy, I gently licked his belly button and then traveled further down, placing kisses along the length of his semi-erect cock through the fabric of his boxers. 

Peter groaned softly at the gentle teasing kisses and bites I placed up and down his cock. With one hand, I reached up to carefully massage his balls through the material, as I continued to nuzzle at his crotch, a tease that would surely end well for both of us. 

I lowered the waistband slightly; just enough to lie kisses along the soft flesh between his leg and pubic region. He shuddered as I did so. I replaced the waistband and kissed along the edge where it met his skin, again and again until I reached where the tip of his cock lie just beneath the edge. Again I lowered the band slightly, and placed a lingering kiss to the tip, gently sucking off the first drops of precum that collected there. At this, my name became a ragged sigh from his lips, and then I replaced the band once more. 

I spread Peter's legs a little wider, nuzzled him lower, my hot breath cascading across his balls and by the hand digging into my hair, I knew he was ready. I lifted my head, reached behind him and, as Peter lifted his bottom, I quickly removed the offending garment so that I could have better access. 

Staring down at the length of his beautiful cock, with precum making the tip glisten, I knew that I would have to stay strong with what I wanted or I would be easily swayed into only sucking him off this night. Still, unable to resist, I lowered my mouth onto him, slowly taking him in as deep as I could. His moans and sighs coaxing me on, I licked and sipped the precum from the tip, stroked him with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. His hips began to gently thrust, and, as his fingers combed the hair from the side of my face, he began to fuck my mouth. 

I stole a look up at him, his head was bent and watching as his cock slowly entered and exited my mouth. He grinned at me again, pleasure registering, before he bent his head back to let it drop against the sofa cushion. 

I allowed his fucking for a time, my fingers digging into the skin of his ass cheeks hard enough to leave marks, I was sure. But, as his thrusts began to quicken, I grasped the base of his cock, and slid my mouth off of him.

"No!" he whispered in a voice coated with lust. "No ... don't stop now." He looked up at me, his aquamarine eyes pleading with me to get back down there and finish the job.

"Stop? Darlin', that was just the start." I said, and then straddled him again to slowly slide my wet pussy onto his cock. 

"Oh, fuck ...." He shouted, grabbing my hips and pulling me down harder as he thrusted up to meet me.

I moaned loudly, the pain from his thrust ripping through my midsection. My tight little box unable to take such brute force, and I was brought near to tears because of it. "Just .... Just wait Peter. Wait." I begged, my face buried in his neck my fingers digging into his shoulders. 

"Oh, Lucy. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize." He said, taking my face in his hands and kissing me gently again and again. "I'm so sorry." He said again, 

"It's alright." I whispered against his mouth. "I should have warned you." I kissed him in return, adjusted my body to suit his better. 

"You're so tight. So wonderfully tight." He told me between kisses. "I can barely move." He gently bucked his hips, driving himself deeper into my wet folds. 

"It's alright, baby." I said, wetter now, melting around him, beginning to gently move my hips in time with his. 

Peter grabbed the hem of my nightgown again and pulled it over my head, revealing my lush, full figure of soft belly, big, round tits, and soft plump bottom. "Your tits are amazing, Lucy." He said, before cradling one and bending his head to lick and tease my nipple into a stiff, round peak. 

We stayed locked together like that for a while, gently coaxing one another with words, lips, and tongues. As I moved above him slowly, Peter reached between us and found my clit with his index and middle fingers. With one hand at the back of his neck, I rocked my hips as he stroked me to orgasm. My clit pulsed over and over against his fingers and I kissed him deeply at the moment of my release. 

Wrapping his arms around my back, Peter moved me onto my back on the sofa. Breaking apart for an instant to adjust felt like an eternity and, as he looked down at my body open to him ~ and only him ~ I felt an instant of panic knowing that this moment would be over much too soon. 

Panic turned to passion as Peter slowly slid inside me as far as he could go. My sharp intake of breath caused him to look at me closely, but I reassured him with a kiss. As his cock slowly stroked inside of me, Peter whispered words of affection and endearment. My body wrapped around his, giving myself completely over to him, I rode wave after wave of my second orgasm, and heard Peter whisper against my ear, "Yes, Lucy .... Now!" Before his own climax filled me with his sweet, sticky cum. 

Minutes ticked past and our breathing eventually slowed. Peter moved from me, helped me up, and settled onto the sofa beside me. I stood and dropped my nightgown back over my head, before turning to grab my coat. 

"It's late, you need to get some sleep." I said, as I leaned over and kissed Peter's lips gently. A look of disappointment flashed across his face but his exhaustion was more evident. If I stayed the night, neither of us would sleep at all. 

"I'm sorry, Lucy." Peter said. "You could stay if you'd like." 

I smiled and slid my feet into my shoes. "That's not a good idea, Peter. You know that." 

Peter grinned at me again. "You're probably right." He stood, gathered his robe about him, and walked me to his door. "I'll see you at the office then?"

"Yea." I said, opening the door and stepping back into the cold. "Oh, and Peter?" I said, turning back around to look at him. "The new football pool comes out tomorrow. Think you can stand to lose again?" I asked, grinning up at him.

"Yea," he said quietly. "I think I enjoy losing very much." He leaned over and placed a kiss on my lips. "Good night, Lucy."

"Good night, Peter." And with that I turned and walked toward my car, my thighs sticky with my winnings.



Wanna Bet?



Mark and I became instant friends when I moved in to the house across the street from him three years ago. He has a strong outgoing personality and likes to laugh, drink and be merry. Mark has spent many evenings in my basement drinking and shooting pool until the wee hours of the morning. From the start of the NFL season in September through the Super Bowl in February, Mark was at my house every Sunday and Monday night to watch the games and sometimes Thursday night as well if there was a game. 

Mark's wife, Jen didn't seem to approve of these activities. Last weekend, while we were all playing poker and watching the game, there was a strange knock at the sliding glass door. We were fortunate enough to design the house with a walk out basement, which provided us with a door so that people could enter or leave without going through the rest of the house. When people are leaving at 3am, this is a huge plus so other people in the house are not disturbed. However, it was only 11pm and the evening was still young. Everyone was here that was supposed to be here, so there was an awkward pause in the room when the knock came again from behind the curtain at the patio door.

I jumped from my seat and turned on the outside light so that I could get a glimpse of who this stranger was at my door so late at night. I was relieved that it was not the police. It was Jen, Mark's wife. I slid the door open and she entered the room. 

Jen is very thin and stands about six feet tall. She was wearing a pair of running shorts and a tank top. Her nipples were erect behind the tank top revealing a slight chill to the early October air. Her legs are very slender and tone thanks to the five miles she runs every day for her workout. We always thought she was a bit of a prude, but there was not a guy in our circle of friends that wouldn't fuck her if they had the chance. She ignored me as she walked past me towards where Mark was seated at the poker table.

"Let's go!" Jen said in an authoritative tone.

"What? We're playing! " Mark said with the look of shock, surprise and embarrassment on his face?

"Not tonight!" Jen said as she grabbed Mark's hand.

Mark apologized to the guys as he followed his bride across the room and out the door from which she entered. The door closed behind him and we all were equally embarrassed for Mark. We lifted our beers to toast our missing friend and finished the game without any more drama.

One week later, the five of us were back in my basement watching the Monday night game and playing Texas Hold 'Em. 

"When time is your curfew, Mark?" I asked to bust his balls.

Laughter erupted from the table.

"Yeah. Fuck you! She won't be back here tonight," Mark said boldly.

"You're pussy whipped!" I said playfully.

"You have to be getting pussy to be whipped by it and I have not had pussy in two months," Mark stated confidently.

Mark went on to explain to the group that she's been upset about him staying out late and drinking on weekends. According to Mark, she's been withholding sex in protest of his late nights out. I could tell he was really frustrated with it. Apparently, he laid down the law to her before coming over tonight.

The betting continued around the table. Mark continued betting high. He did this sometimes to drive people on the edge to fold. I continued to match the bets. The final card was turned over.

"All in!" Mark exclaimed as he slid all his chips to the center of the table.

"You need to be all in that wife of yours!" I laughed as I slid my chips in to match. 

The other guys laughed at Mark's misfortune.

"Buddy, trust me. If I could be balls deep in her, I would not be here with your dumb ass now," Mark said sadly.

"Dude, you have to snap out of it. Swallow your fucking pride and go fix things with your wife!" I said angrily.

"She wants no part of me," Mark said sadly.

"You're not pressing the right buttons," I said arrogantly.

"If you know so much about women, then you go over there and see how far you get," Mark challenged.

"You really want to go there?" I asked.

"If you know so much then show me, otherwise shut the fuck up about it!" Mark demanded. "Put up or shut up," he continued.

"Tell you what. Forget about turning over our cards. If I go over there and charm her pants and you end up getting laid tonight, then I win the entire pot. If you don't fuck your wife tonight, then you win the pot." I suggested.

"Cool with me! It's worth losing the $50 if I get laid tonight," Mark said extending his hand to shake on the deal.

I exited the patio door and made my way across the street. The patio door to Mark's house was unlocked as usual. The house was completely dark. I kicked off my sandals at the door and made my way through the kitchen to the master suite near the front of the house on the first floor. The door was open, the blinds were drawn shut and the room was dark. There was a motionless lump, faintly illuminated by the digital clock, under the covers on the far side of the bed. I slipped in to the vacant spot next to her on the bed. 

I lifted the covers to reveal Jen was wearing very short shorts and a tank top. She was lying on her side facing the window with her back towards me. I snuggled up to her from behind so that we were spooning. She smelled fresh as if she had showered just a couple hours earlier. I began kissing her neck while my right hand stroked her right arm gently.

Jen awoke with a groan, but didn't protest any of the activity. 

"What time is it?" she asked.

I gently pushed her over to lie on her stomach so that I could massage her neck and back without answering her question. My hands explored her soft skin under her tank top. I pulled the tank top up and over her head so that I could continue rubbing her shoulders and back without any obstructions. Jen was groaning while my strong fingers rubbed the muscles in her shoulders, back and neck.

I began kissing her neck and planting kisses about an inch apart slowly moving down her spine. When I reached the top of her butt, I grabbed her shorts and peeled them part way down her ass to reveal her perfect grapefruit cheeks. I slowly kissed the small cheeks before massaging her ass with my hands. I allowed my thumbs to slowly slide down between her legs while my hands caressed her. Her shorts were still on, but were pushed down to the very top of her long skinny legs. My thumbs were rubbing her outer pussy lips while my hands continued to rub her lower buttocks. The circular massaging motion I used on her pussy slowly pulled her labia open and closed, increasing Jen's arousal.

Jen was groaning louder now. I seized the moment to get her shorts off. Without the constraint of her shorts, she spread her legs apart to invite me to explore her further. I kissed her lower buttocks and inner thighs. I smelled the heavenly scent of arousal coming from her. I slowly traced my fingers down the crack of her ass to the slick lips of her vagina. I used my middle finger to rub the inside of her pussy lips from her moist entrance down to her clit and back up again.

Jen was extremely wet and horny. There was no doubt in my mind she could be fucked right now without protest. I began probing her hole with my middle finger. Jen was moaning. While my finger easily slid in and out of her, I was reviewing a plan in my mind to exit quickly and run across the street to get Mark to come in here and take over. I was proud of myself. I knew I was going to win the pot sitting on the poker table across the street.

The slickness from Jen's pussy on my finger, coupled with her moans of desire made my cock stiffen in my pants. The more I fingered her, the more I wanted to taste her. Finally giving in to my desire, I rolled her over and drug her ass to the edge of the bed so that I could kneel on the floor in front of her. The room was still dark. 

I spread her legs before me and dove straight in to taste her juices. When my tongue reached her hole, she gasped and arched her back. She spread her legs farther apart to invite my tongue to explore more of her. I grabbed her hand and placed it at the top of her pussy on her clit. She seemed to be confused and removed her hand as soon as I took my hand off her. I continued licking her insides and slowly rubbed her clit with my fingers to demonstrate what I wanted from her. I pulled her hand back down and rubbed her hand in a circle on her clit indicating I wanted some assistance. 

She started working her fingers slowly around her clit as if to humor me for a second. I rewarded the assistance she provided rubbing her clit by placing each of my hands on her inner thighs so that I could spread her legs even more. My tongue darted further inside her and I began massaging her muscular inner thighs. Jen rubbed her clit faster and harder in response to my assault on her pleasure zones. 

"Oh my god! Yes! Yes! I'm going to cum!" Jen panted.

Her back arched and her body stiffened. Her fingers froze on her clit while my tongue continued probing her hole. She began to buck as the orgasm went through her body. My mouth clung to her pussy like I was riding a mechanical bull, while the gyrations and bucking of her hips tried to throw me off. The sensation of my tongue flicking inside her while her body quivered added to the intensity of her orgasm. When it subsided, she was still breathing heavily, but I knew she wanted more.

My cock was rock hard in my pants from the excitement of pleasing my neighbor. Now that I had tasted her, I wanted to fuck her, but I also knew I had a point to prove to Mark. The money on the table was nothing in comparison to the bragging rights for showing my dumb ass friend how to warm up his wife before trying to fuck her.

Before I could do another thing, Jen rolled over on the bed and assumed doggie style position on the bed. Her perfect ass was facing me and her legs were slightly spread. The silhouette of her long skinny body was erotic. 

"Fuck me!" Jen demanded.

I rose to my feet facing Jen. My cock was so hard it was throbbing. It hurt being bunched in my pants. I wanted to bury myself deep inside her, but refrained. There was a devil on both my right and left shoulder. Both were telling me to fuck her.

SMACK!

"Fuck me now!" Jen demanded as she smacked her ass.

I quickly let myself out the back door and walked across the street back to my house. I slid the patio door open and noticed the guys were on the sofa watching the end of the game. 

"So how did it go, buddy?" Mark asked in a sarcastic tone.

"You were right. You win," I said conceding the loss. "She's fast asleep. You're not going to get laid tonight."

"I told you and you didn't believe me!" Mark gloated.

"I have to piss, "I remarked.

I walked past the guys to the bathroom and closed the door. I lifted the lid to the toilet and pulled my dick out. My cock was still slick and shined with Jen's lubricant. I admired the glistening meat in my hand while I carried on with my task. I recalled the sound of Jen's cock hungry moan turning to delight when the head of my cock first entered her. I pumped her hard and deep slamming my pubic hair against her wet pussy with each thrust. My balls slapped against her clit adding to our sensations. I think she came two more times before I exploded inside her.

Jen collapsed on the bed while I finished shooting my hot cum inside her. She got back under the covers where I found her earlier and I spooned with her without saying a word. She fell asleep in 10 minutes. She was naked under the covers, with my sperm swimming inside her when I dressed and exited the room.

I finished my business and took extra care to clean up at the sink so that the smell of Mark's wife was not on my face when I entered the room again. 

When I exited the bathroom, Mark was gloating about my defeat and was counting the money in front of everyone. 

"I may not be getting laid tonight, but now I have $50!" Mark boasted.

Mark blamed his wife for holding out on him when all he needed to do was warm up the oven before starting to cook. Apparently foreplay was not part of Mark's vocabulary.

In the weeks that followed, Mark confirmed his sex life was back on track for the group. He indicated he was getting it at least 3-4 times a week now. He never confronted me about fucking his wife, but I knew deep down that he knew. I never found out if Jen knew I was her secret lover that night, but I decided to let it pass and move on.