0 comments/ 247476 views/ 17 favorites Dina By: Just Plain Bob I had no idea what suddenly made me suspect that my wife was having sex with someone else. One day we were sitting at the dinner table smiling at each other and talking about how our respective days had gone and the next day at the same table I was sitting there looking at Dina and thinking, "Just what in the hell are you up to." I had seen nothing to make me suspect Dina, nor had I heard anything. All I had was a sudden feeling. It was as if I had walked into the room and there was a hint of something in the air that said, "Hey Mike, your wife is cheating on you." I started doing all the things that suspicious husband's do like checking the laundry hamper for telltale signs on her panties. I checked out her car - looking under the seats and checking out the trunk - and found nothing. I got up in the middle of the night and went through her purse. I checked entries in her checkbook and I closely scanned the Visa and MasterCard bills when they came in. I checked the cell phone bill when it came in and I got her cell phone and checked out her address list and speed dial numbers and found absolutely nothing. I burned up some accumulated sick leave sitting in a car down the block and watching the house. I even followed her half a dozen times. One month after becoming suspicious and going into search mode I was left to consider only two possible explanations: My wife was a pure as the driven snow and I was mentally unstable or my wife was better at sneaking around than James Bond, old 007 himself. After a month of looking I gave up the hunt. I still had the feeling that she was cheating on me, but it was obvious to me that I wasn't going to find out for sure. ++++++++++++++++++ Several months went by and the feeling got stronger. There was a change in my relationship with Dina, mostly for the better and I wondered if that was an indication that my feeling had some foundation. I remembered reading somewhere that an increase in sexual activity could be a sign that your partner was cheating. The theory being that the cheating spouse felt guilty and tried to assuage that guilt by giving their partner more sex. My sex life with Dina had undergone a change. Over the years we had gradually gone from four or five times a week to two or maybe three times in a two week period, but in the last month Dina seemed to initiate sex more often and we were up to two and sometimes three times a week. The biggest change was in what Dina wanted to do. She had always been willing to give me head, but she would never let me cum in her mouth. One night while we were making love Dina said, "I want to do something tonight that you might think is weird." "Oh?" "When you are ready to cum would you pull out and do it on my tits and stomach?" She was right; I did think it was a weird thing for her to want to do, but I did it and then she surprised the hell out of me by wiping some up with her fingers, tasting it and then she sucked them clean. "Next time I give you head sweetie I want you to cum in my mouth, okay?" Two days later she shocked the hell out of me. "Mike honey, why haven't we ever tried anal sex?" "We did. Once on our honeymoon and you said never again." "I did? I don't remember it." "You said it hurt just too damned much and not to even think about trying it again." "Well that was a long time ago and I think that I would like to try it, would you?" "Why now Dina, why after all these years?" "You won't laugh at me?" "Of course not." "I just felt that our sex life was going stale and I want to see if I can't put some 'zip' back into it." Yeah, right, I thought, there was a little extra zip in her sex life and I knew why, but I couldn't prove it. But then I got to thinking, did I really want to? Things were going good, Dina and I were getting along great, our sex life was improving and, hey, to be honest, all I had was an unsupported feeling. I decided to stop looking for stuff that might not even exist. ++++++++++++++++++ Three more months went by and then one day my boss had a working breakfast with the eight guys in my department. By eleven-thirty six of us were running to the john every five minutes or so and exhibiting all the symptoms of a mild case of food poisoning. At noon the boss told us to take the rest of the day off. I wasn't two steps inside my front door when I heard it and there was absolutely no doubt in my mind anymore about the "feeling" that I had been having all along. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHhhhhhhh." It was the sound that Dina makes when she is having an orgasm. It rang through the house. When Dina and I made love she always pulled a pillow over her face so the kids wouldn't hear her, but with me at work and the kids in school she had no need for a pillow that day. I guess a normal man would have gone running up the stairs and stormed in on the cheating pair, but I didn't. I had no way of knowing what I was going to find when I went into that room and I wasn't going to charge in on someone who might be a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier. The asshole had already helped ruin my marriage, but I'd be damned if I'd give him a chance ruin me too. If size was equal I would tear into him and hope for the best, but I didn't believe in lost causes. As I moved quietly up the stairs and moved to the home office that I had turned the spare bedroom into I heard Dina say, "Oh god honey, that was the best one yet. Come on and let me suck you hard again and let's see if you can do it to me again." Steam was starting to come out of my ears as I heard that and when I entered the spare bedroom I headed straight for the closet. I spun the combination dial on the gun safe in the closet and took out the Colt 1911A1 pistol, made sure that the clip was full and then I pulled the slide back and chambered a round. I reached behind me and tucked the pistol between my back and my belt where I could get to it quickly. I wasn't planning on using it, but I wanted it ready if I had to. Given the way cops and courts are these days if I entered the room with the pistol in my hand it wasn't inconceivable that even though I was the wronged party I could be hit with anything from spousal abuse to felony menacing. Best to keep it tucked away and out of sight until, and if, it was needed for self-defense. From our bedroom I heard the moans and whimpers that Dina makes when she is being fucked and I took a deep breath to prepare myself and then I moved across the hall to our room. They didn't see me as I came through the door and my jaw dropped as I took in the scene in front of me. On the bed and on her knees with her head on a pillow was Dina and behind her shoving his hard cock into his mother was my son Mark. Suddenly the confrontation I was prepared for was no longer an option. Since they hadn't yet seen me I quietly backed out of the room so not to draw their attention and I let myself into my daughter Cyndi's room which was right across the hall. I left the door open a crack so that I could look across the hall at what was going on between Mark and his mother. It was very confusing and not just a little bit weird. I was full of anger at my wife's betray and had it been anyone else buried in her pussy I would be in that room kicking ass and taking names. But the other side of me was telling me to be careful, that whatever I did would have lasting and far-reaching consequences for my family. I wasn't thinking of just Dina, Mark, Cyndi and myself. If I had just walked in on Dina and some other man and then tossed her ass out Dina's relationship with her mother, father, siblings, aunts, uncles and grandparents would have gone on and I'm sure that in time, at least as far as they were concerned, I would come to be seen as the villain of the piece. But the fact that Mark was involved would change things. I couldn't care less what that would do to Dina's relationship with her family, but what would it do to mine? If I stormed over there and broke things up and tossed Dina out I would also have to toss out Mark. My mom and dad doted on Mark and Cyndi. What would happen there? And then there was Cyndi. She idolized her big brother so what would happen there as far as her relationship with her mother, Mark and me? Setting aside the emotional effect of the situation on family how would my friends and coworkers and clients react to knowing that I was part of an incestuous scandal? The fact that I wasn't anything but a victim wouldn't cut any ice with a lot of people; they would just "Know" that I was part of it. Cyndi would get tarred with the same brush. "You know if the kid was banging his mom he was nailing his sister too. And you think that little slut wouldn't be doing her daddy? Come on; stuff like that can't go on in a house and everybody there not know. Mike just got pissed that the kid was doing a better job on Dina than he was." Then there was the why, when and how long. How could he? How could she? In the room across the hall Dina was howling her way through another orgasm and maybe thirty seconds later Mark pulled out of his mom and fell to the bed beside her. Dina rolled onto her side and she started fondling Mark's limp dick. She was lying there with her legs slightly spread and I could see a small tear drop shaped glob of cum hanging on her pussy lips. "Don't you have a three o'clock class?" Dina asked. "No, that's Monday and Thursday. Today I have a four o'clock on Business Law." "Does that mean I can get a little more?" "You can if you can find someway to get me up again." "Oh mommy can do that sweetie; have no fear on that score," and she changed position, lifted his limp cock with her hand and then took it in her mouth. Standing there watching it happen through a slightly opened door I was caught by how weird it was. Mark was a carbon copy of me when I was his age and it was like I was watching myself. Then add to that the fact that I could tell from my own experience what was going to happen before it did and it gave it a surreal quality. Dina's head was bobbing up and down on Mark's cock and with each down movement she took a little more of Mark's cock and when she got to the base she would hold position until she had worked a finger into his ass. She would wiggle it a little as she slowly drew her mouth back up to the head of his cock and then the head bobbing would pick up speed while she fingered his ass with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. She would keep it up until he said he was ready to cum and then she would reach for the box of tissues on the night stand and then she would, or at least she had until recently, finish him by hand. And as I watched it happened just that way except that this time she wasn't trying to get him off, just up. As soon as he was ready she swung over him and using her right hand she guided him into her as she lowered herself down. "Oh that's good baby, that feels real good" and then she started riding him. As she slid up and down Mark's pole I thought again about how it seemed like I was watching myself with Dina. Dina rode him for almost five minutes before she got off of him and got on her knees. "I want you in my ass again baby, take mommy's ass again." Mark scrambled up behind her and slid his cock right into her shit hole and it was obvious to me from the ease with which he entered that it wasn't his first time up the dirt road that day. "Come on baby, mommy needs it, mommy needs it bad. Fuck me hard baby, fuck me hard." There was another four or five minutes of hard fucking and then Mark made a grunting sound and Dina yelled out, Oh yes baby, I can feel it, I can feel you flooding me." I've got to take a shower so I can be fresh smelling when your father gets home. Want to join me and scrub my back?" When they both had left the room for the shower I slipped out of the house, got in my car and drove away. ++++++++++++++++++ As I drove away from the house I wondered 'now what?' My marriage to Dina was dead, but even though I knew why I couldn't let anyone else know. A confrontation with Mark and Dina would expose Cyndi to the mess and I didn't want that. I couldn't let my family know what the problem was, so what to do? After spending most of the afternoon driving around and thinking about the situation I decided on what I thought was the best way to keep the damage minimal. The two people who caused the problem would get off scott free and unless they got caught by some one else they would never know that they had been discovered. I wouldn't be very popular, but that would be a small price to pay for protecting every one else from the fall-out from a scandal. The decision made I headed back toward what used to be my home. I turned the corner at the end of the street and slowed down until I could see that Mark's car was gone. The soonest he could get back from a four o'clock class would be five-thirty and Cyndi wouldn't be home from basketball practice until six and that would give me time to do what needed to be done. Dina was surprised to see me home from work early and I thought that I detected just a tinge of relief on her face that I hadn't come home even earlier. She came over and put her arms around me and kissed me. "What brings you home so early?" "I needed to have a talk with you while the kids aren't around." "That sounds ominous." "Yes, well, there isn't an easy way to do this Dina so I'll go straight at it. I'm leaving you." Her eyes got big and she sputtered, "Yo---yo---yo-you're joking, right?" "Unfortunately I'm not." "But why Mike, for god's sake why?" "I just don't want to be married to you any more Dina." There was a moment's silence and then Dina said, "Who is she?" "You don't know her." "So on all those nights that you had to work late you were really working on her?" "Some of them." I saw her eyes tear up and then she hit me a hard opened handed slap on the side of my head and screamed at me, "You bastard! You filthy, rotten bastard" and she made as if to slap me again. I caught her wrist and she tried to use the other hand and I caught it also and then I forced her down into an easy chair. "Control yourself Dina and stop with the outraged, put upon wife act. We both know that you have been having an affair for at least the last six months and don't bother trying to deny it. I've spent twenty years pushing my cock into your pussy. Did you really think that I wouldn't be able to tell that I wasn't the first one into you on any given day? Do you not know that I can smell it on you? I smell it right now. You have been with him today and from the strength of the smell I'd say I probably only missed walking in on you and your lover by no more than an hour and a half or maybe two. Just sit there Dina, or get up and make yourself a drink, but just stay here and stay the hell out of my way while I go and pack myself a bag." ++++++++++++++++++ I moved out, checked into a motel until I could find me an apartment and then I got on with my life. Three fairly uneventful months went by. Dina made several attempts to call me at work, but I never took any of her calls. I didn't bother seeing a lawyer about a divorce because I couldn't see wasting the money. The kids were both over eighteen so there wasn't any issue of child support. I still made the house payment, paid the utilities and mailed Dina three hundred a week to cover household expenses and another hundred a week to each of the kids for as long as they stayed in school. I set up a standing date to take my kids out to dinner and a show every Saturday. It usually ended up just me and Cyndi as Mark always seemed to have something going on and he couldn't come. After he missed several weeks in a row Cyndi told me that he just didn't want to be around me because of what I'd done to his mother. "He's always been real close to mom." "Yeah, I know" I said in a voice that fairly dripping in sarcasm. "What about you? How do you feel about it?" "I think it sucks, but I love you both and I'm not taking sides." Then one Wednesday night as I was sitting in my apartment going over some spreadsheets that I'd brought home from work there was a knock on my door. It was Cyndi. I opened the door and stepped aside, "Come on in. What brings you by?" "Curiosity." "Curiosity? About what?" "About the new love in your life. You've never made any attempt to introduce her to either Mark or me so I thought I'd drop by unexpectedly and meet her." "Oh that. Well honey, it didn't work out. She's moved on." "It may come as a surprise to you pops, but your daughter isn't a bubble headed bimbo. I know my daddy and I know what kind of man he is and he is not the kind to take up with another woman. You would no more have run around on mom than you would have robbed a bank. Knowing that about you I know what caused you to split had to be something real bad. How long have you known?" "Known about what?" "Come on pops, give me some credit here. I already told you that I'm not a brain dead bimbo. How long have you known about Mark and mom?" "You know about them?" "Unfortunately. I'm the one who caused it." "You? How in the name of god did you get involved in it?" "I had planned on seducing Mark. Mom saw it happening and she read the situation wrong. She thought Mark was after me and so to protect me she seduced Mark thinking she could keep him occupied and away from me." "You were going to seduce your own brother?" "Afraid so." "Why on Earth would you do that?" "Because he was as close as I could get to what I really wanted but could never have." "I don't understand." "I know you don't daddy and that's why I was going after Mark." "You don't mean. . . . ." "Yes I do. Haven't you ever noticed how much you and Mark are alike? I knew I couldn't get you so I was going after Mark." "Is that why you are here?" "Would it do me any good to say yes? No, of course it wouldn't. I'm here to beg you to come home. We need you. Mom's a basket case. She's not eating or sleeping; all she does anymore is sit in her room and cry. She loves you daddy. What she did was wrong and stupid, but she thought she was protecting me so I can't hold what she did against her. Mark isn't much better. He is irritable all the time and his grades are going to hell, not so much because mom cut him off, but because she won't even talk to him. He can get over the lack of sex, but mom not talking to him is tearing him up. I could take care of him in the sex department now that mom has cut him off, but I'm afraid to now. Mom would be bound to find out and I'm afraid that would mess her up even more than she is now. So, we all need you to come home." "I'm sorry Cyn, it just wouldn't work out." "Of course it would. Mom will bust her ass to make it up to you and I know that you love her. You might be highly pissed at her, but you do love her. What's the difference if you sit here knowing what went on or you sit at home with your family and know it?" "The difference is that here I don't have to see them all the time." "Pardon me for saying this, but bullshit! You were perfectly willing to spend every Saturday evening with Mark even though he'd been fucking mom. Is facing him across the dinner table going to be any different? As for mom, if it had been any body else you would have forgiven her by now and we both know it. You love her dad and she loves you. So she did a stupid thing, but don't forget that she did it for me. She did what a mother is supposed to do, try and protect her babies." "Maybe if I hadn't seen them with my own eyes it would be different, but I did see them. I saw it and I doubt that I can ever forget it. Seeing Mark on a Saturday is a hell of a lot different than seeing Mark and your mother together at the dinner table every day." Dina & The Black Landscaper I have been reading Penthouse, Forum and Variations as long as I can remember. I would like to share our story as a way of saying thanks. I am thirty and my wife Dina is twenty-nine. Dina is a very feminine lady, but she is really built. She is 5'10" and weighs 155. Dina is all woman, really large breasts 38DD, wide hips 38, long legs and 26" waist. She is the size of woman who could get heavier if not careful. However Dina is firm. She works as an administrative assistant in a large corporation. She dresses smartly but very femininely. At home she wears sexy PJ's , teddies and lingerie. I have always marveled how easy it was for her to take my cock into her pussy and how I seemed to sink in to the hilt. She gets incredibly wet during sex and I have often wondered if I was large enough to satisfy her. We were the perfect suburban conservative couple. We have been married seven years now. There is no seven-year itch. It has already been scratched. Two years ago something happened that unleashed a completely new hidden wild side to our relationship. Our paper boy at the time, George, was an eighteen year old high school student. George is just under six feet and well built. He is a very nice black kid. One Saturday morning when he came by to collect for the paper, Dina and I were working on our landscaping and arguing about what to plant in the flower beds. She asked George what he thought about both of our plant selections. George told us to ask his uncle Bobby, an independent landscaper. We told George that we really wanted to do it ourselves but had reached an impasse. George suggested that we prepare the beds and then call Bobby if we wanted. We took his number but really did not figure to call him. However, where I wanted blue flowers, Dina wanted red. Finally we agreed to follow George's recommendation. We finished the grunt work and adjourned to the shower. I took care to carefully soap all of Dina and really give her a thorough rubbing. She remarked how playful I had become since we were not arguing over the flowers anymore. The next week she called Bobby to come by and give us some help and ideas. It turned out really well. Bobby suggested things entirely different than either of us proposed. We agreed that he was the expert and since he was George's uncle we would trust him to landscape our front beds. The next Saturday, Bobby showed up with one helper and brought out all kinds of flowering and non flowering plants. When they finished, we were amazed. Even though we were not planning on hiring this work done, we agreed that it had been money well spent. Later that evening, Dina asked me if she could call Bobby back to do our back yard. I agreed. The back yard beds were very small and not on our high priority list so Bobby suggested that he could come alone and we could help him with the small job to save us some money. The next Saturday morning I had a customer invite me to play golf. Dina asked if I wanted her to call Bobby and ask him to come another time. I told her it was up to her. She said that Bobby seemed nice and he was George's uncle so if it was all right with me she would help Bobby with carrying the plants to the back. I knew she wanted me to keep my golf date with my customer and I thanked her for her consideration. As I kissed her and fondled her ass, I jokingly told her that I didn't want her fooling around with Bobby while I was gone. Now Bobby is an late thirty year old black man, average looking and slight of build. I would say 5'7" maybe and 150. Saturday afternoon I came in from playing golf and looked at the back yard. Bobby and Dina had done a good job and the beds looked great. It was a small job and I was surprised how little Bobby had charged her. Dina suggested that we shower together again. Obviously that was fine with me. In the shower, she was more turned on than I remember in quite a while. After giving me a sloppy blow job, she dried us off and pulled me to the bed. Again she was quite animated and more verbal than usual. Finally I asked her what had gotten into her. At first she said nothing, but slowly she revealed that something had turned her on, but she was ashamed to tell me. With a little convincing, she told me about getting the flowers planted and how she pulled the water hose to water the newly planted flowers. She accidentally triggered the water nozzle while looking away from Bobby. She completely soaked him before she noticed. Without first noticing, Dina began to apologize, offering to wash and dry his clothes. Bobby was very gracious and asked her if she was kidding. He said that he was already hot and sweaty anyway and the water felt good. He began removing his shirt to wring it out and let it dry some. At this time Dina noticed that he was wearing thin cotton pants and you could practically see through the wet material. As she rushed to help him with his shirt, he turned toward her and she noticed the outline of a huge bulge in his crotch. Apparently he was wearing thin white boxers also. Dina was stunned at the size, coloring and outline of his massive cock. I asked if this is what turned her on. She reluctantly admitted that it had. She said that Bobby first tried to turn away from her and she tried to avert her eyes. However it is hard not to look at something so obvious. After some awkward moments, Dina offered to get Bobby something cold to drink. Sipping a soda, they talked about the landscaping. The more she tried not to, the more she stared at his cock. She said that it began to grow in length while the material slowly dried. Eventually, Bobby thanked her for her payment and left. Dina was somewhat conflicted about not only how it made her feel, but how I would react to it. I was a little self-conscious for I am average in size and began thinking about Dina wanting more. We had a very adventurous sex life up until then, using games and sex toys. It was not like I thought Dina was dull, but I just never thought that she would be turned on by a small black man. And just to think it wasn't his overall looks or build, but just the size of his cock. I went outside to see the flower beds and think. Even though I was hurt, I began to think about how pretty and sexy Dina was in the shower. I could not deny that she had a special glow. We did not speak of it again for the rest of the weekend. On Monday, I saw one of the secretaries talking to a good looking black salesman. They both seemed to be flirting openly and I thought back to my attitude on Saturday. When I returned to my office I experienced a surge of my cock, which surprised me. I envisioned Dina openly flirting with the salesman while I looked helplessly on. My cock began to rise even more. When I got home that night, I apologized to Dina for my reaction. She assured me that she loved only me. We hopped in the sack and the roles were reversed from Saturday. I was the wild aggressor and she seemed uncertain. Afterward I told her that I thought some of the flowers were dying and that she better call Bobby back next weekend to have a look. She was somewhat quizzical, but intrigued. I could tell. And so the plan began slowly. By Saturday morning there was an electric tension in the air. She still did not know what I had planned so she asked me what I had in mind since the flowers looked great. I told her that I was going upstairs before Bobby arrived and she could take him out back. Since she had inadvertently started all of this, she could figure it out. A sly smile came over her face and off to the bedroom she went. When she came out, I was impressed beyond words. She had on a sexy halter top, no bra. White sandals and a short tennis style skirt completed the outfit. Her makeup was subtle but distinct. Her hair was perfect. The halter to was tight and fitted, easily showing her ample cleaveage and the outline of her fabulous pouty areola and nipples. As the door bell rang, I retreated to the den. Dina met Bobby and made small talk as they made their way through the house to the back door. I noticed that Bobby looked somewhat surprised when he saw how well the flowers were doing. Dina grabbed the hose to show him how she had watered them. Of course the handle malfunctioned again and she blasted Bobby with water. She appeared to be surprised and embarrassed, but went straight to him and made gestures toward this jeans. No see through this time, but no matter. Dina accidentally made contact with the bulge in his jeans and then grabbed for his belt buckle. I could see him trying to assure her that it was not big deal. I barely made it behind the door of the den before she brought him back into the house. Dina ushered him into the laundry room and insisted that he remove his jeans and shirt. Bobby was not pushy, but by now I am sure he sensed something and began to loosen up. Dina offered him a towel to cover up with and suggested that he remove his underwear also. He said that was fine and wrapped up in the towel with his underwear on. After placing his clothes in the dryer, she invited him into the breakfast room and offered him a beer or soda. He accepted the cold beer. Dina popped two and gave him one. After some small talk, she began to worry that his underwear were indeed wet and asked him to stand up. She snaked her hand under the towel to feel and accidentally brushed his semi-hard cock. She smiled and exclaimed that maybe there was another problem. At the same time she managed to disturb the towel tuck and it fell to the floor. His boxers showed quite a tent already and signs of rising even more. Dina cooed, "O my, Bobby, what is all this?" Bobby was definitely not embarrassed but somewhat uncertain. Dina sensed this and politely asked him if she could feel it. He smiled and eagerly agreed. She began massaging the tool through the material of his shorts and promptly the massive plum shaped head appeared through leg of the boxers. Dina complemented him on how impressive his landscaping tool was. As she continued to tease him, she slipped the neck of her halter off exposing her large white breasts and some incredibly aroused nipples. As I peeped through the door crack, Dina slowly slid his boxers down. I almost cried out myself. The sight of his enormous cock standing at attention amazed and excited me. I could imagine how Dina felt looking at it up close. All she could say was "Oh baby, Oh baby." Believe me this was no baby. This dick had to be eleven or twelve inches long, really. I could not believe my eyes. It was uncircumcised and as thick as Dina's wrist. She backed up and marveled at the sight. As she did, his cock throbbed and bobbed to his gushing blood supply. It was like it was a being of its own, so out of place with Bobby's small stature. Dina looked into Bobby's eyes and appeared to ask him something softly. He nodded and she ever so slowly eased her head forward and tongue out. She licked the head and then licked it again as a large dollop of pre come glistened on the tip. Dina took the bulbous head into her mouth but that was all. Now she was overcome. She licked around it, under it, down the entire length and finally held his massive testicles in her hands and kissed them both. She placed each one on her tongue individually. As she continued to soak his cock with her plentiful saliva, it glistened like a polished ebonite spear. Bobby began to moan and began rubbing Dina's wonderful breasts. She kept licking and sucking and spitting her saliva on his huge cock. Finally she started stroking the entire length, sliding the taunt foreskin back and forth over the massive head. Then back down and up sliding the skin meat and saliva mixed with pre-cum. It only lasted a while and Bobby began moaning louder begging her to let him come on her breasts. She stood up, removed her top and skirt. Just as I suspected, no panties and a freshly shaved pussy. She lay down on the breakfast table and guided Bobby to the chair. As she beckoned him to spill his seed on her, he took over jacking the entire length. With a final grunt, Bobby began spewing his white hot jism out into the air falling heavily onto Dina's breasts, stomach, neck, face and pussy. Unbelievable. I thought it would never stop pumping. I don't know but it must have been over half a cup. It was unreal. I could not have stopped all of this if I wanted to. I was paralyzed. And Dina was still crying, "Oh baby" over and over. As Bobby milked the black monster, Dina began massaging cum all over her body. She paid careful attention to her breasts and pussy lips. As she fingered her clit with his sperm, Dina exploded in a shattering orgasm. I thought she was blacking out as she cried and screamed Oh baby again and again. Bobby continued to slowly stroke his cock as Dina started to come back around. She smiled at him and then began laughing in a beautifully playful way. She thanked Bobby and told him that believe it or not, she had never cheated on her husband before and technically she still had not. She asked Bobby if he minded getting his own clothes out of the dryer. She wanted to lie still and soak up his cum. As he came back into the room he seemed to feel awkward in the aftermath. Dina sensed this and told him this had been one of the highlights of her young life. Bobby smiled and told her that never in his wildest imagination would he have been treated so sweetly by such a beautiful woman, let alone have a sexual experience. She told Bobby that I was due back home shortly and she wanted to lie on the table for awhile before I got home. She insisted that he come back the following Monday evening to pick up a check. Bobby was insistent that nothing was owed and that the flowers were all right. She said that she knew that but that he should get paid for the call out. Fair is fair she said. As he got ready to leave, Dina called him back and asked if he could not at least give her a small kiss. She giggled as he complied. Dina called after him, "Don't forget, Monday evening." I came out of the den after Bobby closed the front door. I asked Dina how a small man could have such a massive cock. She invited me to massage her breasts and pussy with the puddles of cum still sticky on her body. I did and then I mounted her and fucked her like a maniac. We fucked the rest of the weekend. On Monday night Bobby came by. Dina was cooking dinner and invited Bobby to stay. At first he declined. I took him into the den and wrote him a check for $50. He insisted that there was no charge since he didn't do anything. I told him that Dina was adamant that he be paid for his service. She had gushed all weekend about what a great guy he was to come by and help us out. He looked uncertain. I shook his hand and winked at him. I assured him that as long as my wife was happy with his services, I was more than happy. I added that Dina had raved about how diligently he had watered her flowers. I invited him for dinner again and this time he accepted. When he got ready to leave, I thanked him again and then excused myself to make a phone call. As Dina walked him to the door, I noticed from my secret place that she took his hand and pulled her skirt up exposing her bare pussy. She bent down and gave him a deep kiss as she guided his fingers into her dripping slit. She came in no time. She opened her blouse and gave him access to her hard nipples. With that she showed him out the door. Needless to say we fucked all night again. The next evening while we were resting, we talked about this new encounter. Dina assured me again how much in love she was with me and how much she loved my dick in her pussy. She assured me that I was the only man she wanted to make love to but that Bobby had awakened a deep burning desire in her. She asked if it was all right with me if she tried to fuck him.I assured her that if she continued to fuck me the way she had been, I had no objection. She asked whether the fact that he was black made any difference to me. I told her that even though I had been surprised, I also understood that a chance encounter has a way of making a big impression. Anyway I assured her that black men have a reputation for big cocks and so far the statistic was 100%. To finish the story on Bobby, Dina and I both called him from time to time to come by and repair our flower beds. It took about three months before we dropped all pretense of my being gone. After about four months off and on, Dina convinced him that I had known all along. After eight or ten encounters over this time, Dina told Bobby that she wanted to take his magnificent cock all the way up her pussy. Even though she didn't think she could at first, she wanted to try and guess what, she wanted me to help. And not just to chaperone, she wanted me to help him fuck her much like a horse handler helps a filly to be bred by a stallion. How appropriate. On the night we agreed, Dina dressed to kill in a black half bra, black stockings, black 5" stiletto heels, black garter belt and black sheer duster. A white bow adorned her dark brunette hair. Bobby arrived on time and I was the perfect assistant. I led them to the bedroom where we had installed a firm daybed as more of an altar than a bed. I took Bobby's clothes and hung them on hangers, got them both drinks and placed some soft mood music on the stereo. I laid my wife on the altar and slowly began stroking her thighs, stomach and breasts. I was careful to bypass her pussy. She had already instructed me to eat her pussy just before Bobby mounted her and she also wanted me personally to guide his cock into her pussy. This was to be not only practical but symbolic as well. As my tongue entered her pussy, I had the sensation that I had drilled into a silky aromatic oil well. She was already gushing. My saliva and her juices were flowing down her cunt and into the crack of her round ass. I motioned Bobby to approach. He placed his knees on the altar between her widely splayed nylon clad legs. Dina gave me a quick smile and nod. I reached up between his legs and gently grasped his massive pole. This is the first time I had touched a dick except my own. It was twice the girth, unbelievable as it seems. He lowered his hips and placed more weight on his hands as I guided the bulbous head directly to the dripping flower. With one hand I placed the head on her vulva and with the other I firmly pushed his hips forward. Dina began a low hum of "Oh baby's". We worked the head slowly in and then rested. Bobby was uncomfortable. Dina and I agreed that this was more about us than Bobby tonight. I guided him to a slow rocking rhythm. In and out, in and out. Slowly the head disappeared into her gasping pussy. The expressions on her face were priceless. Glee, smiles, semi- frowns, back to smiles. All the while muttering how much she loved me. That night we got him half way home before he pulled out and spilled his load all over her. I finished up by fucking her stretched pussy. I came twice before I pulled out. Bobby marveled about my staying power. We had become really close friends during these months. A week later, we finished the job. After she relaxed and took his full length, she buck and screamed like a wild horse As I stepped back to take in the sight, I could not help but notice the irony of this all. Here was Dina, the larger of the two, totally enslaved to the smaller Bobby. She, a milky white beautiful skinned goddess, he a dark brown companion with such an amazing cock. After this first complete time I seldom helped them mate. Sometimes Dina requested it to keep me in her thoughts while Bobby sawed her in half with his monster cock. By eight months in Bobby was dropping by at least once a week to service my wife. Her pussy, while always wet, large and accommodating was now larger than ever all the time. She said that I still satisfied her with my cock, but I always brought her off with my tongue after I fucked her. Dina & The Black Landscaper The salty taste of my come intrigued me anyway. Bobby has been in a few on again, off again relationships several times. I wonder if his girlfriends are just too small to accommodate his massive cock. We all know it will probably end one day when he settles down. Hope not for now. After finally mastering the tool, Dina expressed a desire to have more encounters. We have tried swinging a little and she even brought some women into our bed. To be honest nothing is quite as good as the first two times with Bobby finally impaling my wife on his massive skewer, but it has all been fun. We have even tried to recruit two more young black studs. They are certainly more muscular and better looking than Bobby, but all cocks pale in comparison to his. We are thinking of putting an ad in a swinger's magazine inviting all healthy huge dicks to compete with Bobby. Bobby says bring them on. Bobby continues to be just as nice and respectful to Dina and me as when we first became his landscape customers. Dina says if we ever lose him we are going to be in a fix. I don't think she worries about her flowers. Dina at the Bar Dina was bored. She'd done her errands, she'd hit the gym and she didn't know what to do. The prospect of playing Candy Crush again was not looking like a good way to spend her time. As always, when Dina got bored, her mind started to wander, and, as always, the wandering turned to him. She pictured their last time together, the secret glances and the stolen kisses. She replayed conversations, and she saw them together, his hard cock pressed into her naked belly, her hand stroking him as her perfect, round tits pressed into his chest. Knowing what would happen if she didn't see him soon, she decided to pay him a visit. He was at work today, at the new bar he'd opened with a mutual friend, so she knew he'd be there. It was daytime, there wouldn't be that many customers, and she could spend some time, chatting and flirting with him. Dina had showered after the gym, and as always, she'd trimmed her pussy into the landing strip they both liked. Of course, she'd taken the opportunity to play with herself a bit, but she wanted more. She wanted him to touch her, and she knew he'd want to touch her as well. Since she knew he loved her curves, Dina threw on a pair of leggings and a low cut t-shirt. Something to tease him with, to be able to show more when she leaned over. Truthfully, she loved the looks she got from men (and some women) when she dressed like that. She made sure the bra she was wearing was pretty and lacy demi cut, in case her nipples got hard. She knew he loved looking at her hard nipples. Her panties were low cut, for, you know, just in case. Dina pictured him, kneeling on the floor in front of her, his mouth on her clit and two fingers twisting deep inside her, and she felt her pussy clench, and she knew she was getting wet. She checked her hair, got in her car and drove the short distance to his bar. She'd never been in there before - she wasn't much of a drinker, though she did the "freedom" she knew came to her when she was a little drunk. She pulled into the parking lot, took a deep breath and went inside. It was a nice place, with a long bar along the wall, tall banguettes running down the middle, and booths along the other walls. TVs were playing for the few customers that were there during the day, and she heard music as well. The bar was well lit, and not dark and gross. She could definitely see herself coming here. She had no idea how right she was. She saw him before he saw her, coming out of a small storage closet with a box in his hands. He was wearing a black t shirt and jeans, and a pair of sneakers. Simple, but yet, she found him so sexy. She'd told him so many times, but he never understood why. She watched him walk behind the bar, kneel down, and then disappear. Confused, Dina just stood there for a minute or two, when he finally reappeared, with several cases of beer in his hand. He out them down, and then he saw her. Dina heart leaped when she saw the huge smile on his face, and she knew how he felt about her. He came out from behind the bar, and came up to her, and gave her a big, but publicly appropriate hug. As he hugged her, he whispered in her ear "It's so good to see you. You look fantastic". Then, without anyone noticing, he quickly sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Dina moaned softly. Fortunately, only he heard her. She went to pull away from the hug, bet he held on one more second and said "You know, no ones knows you here. They barely know me. You don't have to be worried about who's watching you.you can hug me all you want. Hell. you can even bring those sexy lips up to mine, if you want to". Dina wanted to, and though she definitely had an exhibitionist streak, she wasn't ready to kiss him like that in public. Not yet, though she wanted to. The day wasn't over yet. He walked her over to the bar, and sat down next to her. They sat and chatted for a long while, just chatting, enjoying each others company. They could talk about anything, for hours. They touched each other, discretely at first, then more and more. He swiveled their stools so that they were facing each other, which had the added advantage of their legs being intertwined. AS they spoke, he began touching her legs, sliding his fingers and hands across her legs and inner thighs, playing with her gently, teasing her. He shifted his seat briefly, so that both his legs were between hers, and he kept rubbing her. They were both getting very horny, and it wasn't helped by the fact that he started occasionally sliding his finger up her slit, with nice, firm pressure. She saw him smile, and asked why. "They're watching you", he said. "They've been checking you out non stop since you walked in here, and they're watching to see if we disappear into the back room or something." Dina laughed. "Do you have a back room?" He smiled back, "No, we don't. There's a large basement storage room. There's an entrance in the parking lot, and a trapdoor with stairs under the bar so we can go downstairs to get stuff without going outside. It's pretty standard in bars." While he spoke, he kept rubbing her. Dina was getting close. Not to cumming, but to not caring about where she was, and what she was doing. For some reason, she wanted them to watch her, to see what they were doing together. Dina acted. She leaned her pussy forward, pushing it into his hand. At the same time, she flipped her head back and moaned, just loudly enough. "Should we give them a show? Should we tease them?" he asked her. Dina's only response was to take his hand, move it from her pussy and with her other hand, pull her leggings forward and down, exposing her pussy to him, and, if they were watching the men in the room. By their reaction, they saw, and Dina blushed, but she didn't stop. His hand went to her pussy, and just played gently, sliding through her lips, circling her clit gently, sliding inside her just a little bit. Everyone was watching, while sort of pretending not to watch, as if, if they really stared, the two of them would stop. Dina was really enjoying the moment, when the door opened, and Mike, his business partner walked in. Dina knew him, and knew that he had a crush on her. He couldn't see what they were doing, but as he kept walking towards them, it became obvious, and Dina didn't know what to do. She was sitting on a bar stool with her legs spread, and with the way his hand was arched over, palm up, her pussy was completely exposed. On the one hand, she wasn't sure she wanted a guy who she knew wanted her to see her like this. She didn't want him, and that was that, but she didn't mind letting him see what he couldn't have. On the other hand, this was a little too close for comfort. She knew him in the "outside world" as well, and didn't need the headaches. His walk towards them seemed to take forever, and Dina didn't know what to do. Then, all of a sudden, he was right next to them at the same time that he slid his middle finger deep inside Dina's pussy. Dina involuntarily arched her back and lifted herself from the stool. She was totally exposed to everyone, especially to his Mike who could see not just her pussy, but his finger buried deep inside her. His reaction was immediate, and he smiled. "Now this is the kind of bar I've always wanted" Mike exclaimed. For the first time, he realized Mike was there, and quickly pulled his hand out of Dina's pants. Dina was actually somewhat disappointed, but understood. She pouted at him and he smiled back at her. Mike looked at them and said "Wow. How come you've never come in here and done that with me?" Dina was entirely sure he was serious. He was constantly hitting on her and trying to flirt with her. Dina decided to really make Mike jealous and miserable. Honestly, he wasn't a bad guy, not a bad looking guy, but she didn't want him. "Do you mean why don't I ever let you finger me in public?" she asked. "Yeah, or to be honest, anywhere." he answered her. "I bet you'd like to touch me, right here, right now. I can see you want me, I can see bu the way you're staring at my chest." With that, Dina hooked her finger in the v-neck and slid the shirt down just past her breasts. With the lace and the demi cut, she was very exposed. "Is that what you want to see, Mike?" she teased as she let go of the shirt. "From the looks of things" Dina said as she looked at his bulging crotch, "you do like it." "Who wouldn't?" Mike said. "Not to break up your love fest, you two, but Mike, are you ready, we've got things to do downstairs." he said. "Boy, you are a fucking buzz kill, aren't you." replied Mike. He stood, leaned forward and kissed her. He whispered in her ear "I'll be downstairs for a little while. Feel free to continue teasing them, if you want." With a look of love and lust, he walked away, and he and Mike went downstairs. Dina sat at the bar, lost in her own thoughts. The customers tried to engage her in sexual conversation, but she wasn't interested in talking right now. A few minutes later, two heads popped up from behind the bar, and he said to Mike "I'll finish up here, and you go." We need all of that stuff, and they're not making a delivery today." Mike looked at her and said "Why do I have to go? I want to 'finish up' here" as he air quoted. Dina immediately decided to keep teasing him, and she smiled at Mike and said "You want to finish me up, Mike? You want to play with me? To touch me?" As she spoke, she leaned forward, and let him look right down her shirt. While Mike stared, she said "Nope. You can't." Then with an mischievous grin as she looked at her love, said "I am going to let him do whatever he wants to me, wherever he wants to. HE could fuck me right here on this bar, if he wants to." The look on everyone's face was priceless. Dina could even see the twenty somethings behind her in the mirror react. She even heard someone say, "Damn, what a MILF!" A MILF. Dina smiled. With a long look at Dina, Mike left. Dina turned back to her love, and smiled. "That was fun." He responded, "Oh yes, but, I'm sorry, the fun has to wait for now." I have some work to do downstairs, and If you don't mind, I'd like you to stick around. It won't be long." Dina wasn't going anywhere. She wanted more, but she wasn't comfortable staying out there alone with the customers. She saw the look in her eyes, and while she wasn't afraid, she wasn't interested in being alone with them, and she told him so. "I understand" he said, and he told her to stand behind the bar. "The bar is fairly high and wide, and I'll be right under you, so call me if you need any help. Just watch out for the trapdoor." Dina walked behind the bar, and saw the trapdoor. It was fairly large, and set right under the bar so you could go up and down without anyone falling in. He went down, and Dina watched him. She stood at the bar, making small talk, exchanging glaces, generally playing with the customers. She was having fun, and she was enjoying the looks they were giving her. Horny, but not scary or harmful. He was watching Dina from below, and knew what he was going to do. He came up through the trapdoor right below her, but out of sight of everyone else. He touched her foot so she wouldn't be surprised. Very slowly, he started caressing her legs again, working his way up them. Dina was responding to his touches, and he could feel the wetness and heat from her pussy. Slowly he worked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings, and pulled them down. Then her panties. As he stared at he perfectly manicured pussy, he desperately wished that for some bizarre reason he's installed a security camera there. Slowly he lifted one leg, then the other, and soon, she was naked from the waist down. He began playing with Dina's pussy. All the while, he could hear her talking, and realized that all of the guys had joined her at the bar. He leaned forward on the stairs, put his face right next to her pussy and inhaled deeply. He loved the way she smelled and tasted. Slowly he slid his tongue into her pussy and found her clit. He flicked it and she responded by grinding down into him. Soon he was licking her all over, sucking her clit into his mouth, sliding his tongue inside her, spreading her lips wide and blowing on her clit. Dina was going nuts. She felt incredible. She loved the way he ate her pussy, and she was trying so hard to not moan out loud, or move around too much. She felt so hot knowing that inches away from these guys, several of which she decided were very cute, was her naked pussy. She was definitely glad that a man's sense of smell was not as sensitive as a woman's, because she was dripping wet, and she could smell herself. She inhaled deeply. He looked up at Dina, but from the way she was leaning, he couldn't see her face. That was too bad, because he loved the way she looked when she was being pleasured. He maneuvered himself closer to her pussy, and grabbed her ass with both hands, and started grinding his face into her pussy, rubbing his face all over her clit, and using his tongue to play with her lips. Soon his eating her pussy brought Dina right to the edge, and Dina came. She came hard. The whole situation was turning her own, and she bit her lips to stop herself from screaming. She felt her face get red and hot, and her nipples felt like they'd explode out of her shirt. There was no way those guys didn't notice something, but Dina didn't care. He held Dina's legs as he felt them go weak. He heard one of the guys ask "Are you OK?" Dina mumbled "Uh...yeah...I ...um...fine, yes, thanks...he was just...I'm..." He heard Dina trying to answer them, and decided to have fun with her. Holding her beautiful ass with one hand, he quickly slid two fingers deep inside her pussy, and curved them forward. He quickly ran them in and out of her dripping wet pussy. He kept his thumb extended so that on every in stroke, it hit Dina's clit. Dina was still sensitive from her last orgasm, and she felt the buildup , rush and orgasm hit her very quickly. She arched her back, and pushed down on his fingers as she came. This time she couldn't stifle the cry. Dina realized that with the way she arched her back, if anyone was looking down, they could see her, naked from the waist down with fingers in her pussy. Looking at the bar, she realized it might be too wide, and she was actually kind of disappointed. The combination of horniness, orgasms and the way these young guys kept looking at her was really turning her on, and a million thoughts were flying through her mind. She wanted him to fuck her on the bar, she wanted to rip her clothes of and put on a show for these guys, she wanted them to all play with her at once. She wanted to kneel down and take their cocks into her mouth. She wanted to get fucked. Slowly, very slowly, she stared to calm down. She said to the guys, "Why don't you have a seat. The next round is on the house." They smiled at her and walked back to their table. All of a sudden, Dina heard one of them say "Did you see that? When I saw that guy pull her pants down in the mirror, I almost lost it!" "I know" another responded, watching his fingers pumping her, I almost came in my pants!" "Yeah" said a third, "And I think she knew we could see. That chick is so hot!" "The mirror!" Dina thought. Dina immediately turned red, both from embarrassment and from being as turned on as she'd ever been. She immediately squatted down under the bar. He smiled at her, took her beautiful face in her hands and said "Hello beautiful. I love you" and kissed her deeply. Dina kissed him back, tasting herself on his face, lips and tongue. As they kissed, Dina told him everything she'd overheard, and everything that she'd been thinking. As she spoke, he lightly played with her pussy, loving the softness and wetness of it. She had the best pussy in the world. He didn't want to make her cum again so soon, so he tried not to stimulate her too much. Finally he said "You promised them drinks. You'd better bring them out there." Dina was reluctant, but agreed. She went to grab her pants, but he looked at her and said "No. No pants. Let them see what they want." Dina smiled and said "No way! I can't walk out there like that!" "What if I came with you?" he asked. "That would be better, but I'd still feel too exposed." "I understand. Let me ask you something. Did you like them looking at you?" "Yes" "Do you want them to look at you more?" "Yes", Dina admitted. "But no touching. Only you can touch me. They can want to touch me, but no touching. It's too much." "OK", he said. "Let's do it like this." He gave her a short apron to wear. It would cover only the front, and not much of it, but at least she wouldn't be totally exposed. That way, she could show if she wanted to, but everyone would know she was exposed. He'd go with her and stand behind her. Neither of them thought the guys would do anything. They clearly weren't that type. Dina put the apron on while he poured a pitcher of beer. He put it on a tray and gave it to her. He leaned in and kissed her and said "Are you ready? Are you sure you want this?" Dina kissed him back, smiled and walked out from behind the bar. Dina knew she'd made the right decision as soon as she saw the looks she was getting. Dina walked up to the table and stopped a few feet short of it and just stood there for a second. She smiled and said "You boys having a good time?" They all laughed. "Do you like what you see?" she teased. They all smiled and said "Yes!" Dina took a deep breath. "Do you want to see some more?" At that point, he stepped out from behind her and said "Here are the rules. She makes all the decisions about what she agrees to and what she does. You can look, but you can't touch. No pictures, no telling anyone about this, and you make her feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, it's over. Deal?" They all agreed, and Dina smiled. He stepped back behind her and said "Be a good girl and give them a beer, but don't spill it. It helps if you bend forward to serve them." Dina leaned forward, and her top dropped forward. They were all staring openly at her tits. While she stood there enjoying them staring, he spread her legs a bit, and ran his finger up her pussy. Dina moaned. The guys smiled. "Dina, do you want to tell them why you're moaning?" Dina paused and then said "He's fingering me. He has his finger on the magic button." The guys all leaned around to look while he kept up the pressure on her. After a minute or so, he said "I don't think they can really see. Do you?" Dina said "I don't think so. Maybe we should show them some more." He replied. It's all up to you honey. It's all up to you." Dina stood up, leaned back into him and whispered in his ear "Undress me. Show them everything." Slowly he slid her right arm and then her left up and out of her sleeves. He pulled her shirt down to her waist. She stood there in front of them in her bra. All she heard was "Whoa..." He unhooked the clasp in the back, and Dina's perfect C cups were on display, her nipples standing at attention. He caressed her breasts, played with her nipples, and pulled on them, they way she liked. She could feel every hair stand on end when he did that. He whispered in her ear "Are you ready?" Dina nodded. He untied the apron string and dropped the apron to the floor. She was totally exposed to the guys. They were completely silent, taking it all in. "Touch yourself" one of her admirers said. Dina slid her right hand down, and slid it between her lips, She was so ready, so wet and so opened up that she almost came right there. Using her index and ring fingers, Dina opened her lips, and began running hard circles back and forth across her clit. It was her favorite and most reliable way to cum. She sort of regretted that he'd said no cameras, but it was too late. Dina at the Bar As she rubbed her pussy, he was kissing her neck, sucking on her earlobes and playing with her tits. He ran his hands softly, yet firmly all across her body. Dina was soon overwhelmed by all of the attention, and she had a huge orgasm. He held her close while she came, and when she was done, he kissed her. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen you do, and that is saying something." Dina felt the rock hard bulge in his pants, and said "Fuck me. Please fuck me." He took her hand, and started leading her away. "No" she said. "Fuck me right here." He unbuckled his pants and pulled down his zipper. Quickly kicking off his sneakers, he pulled his pants off. Dina knelt forward, but their height difference was too much, so she lifted her right leg up, and put it on the table. Quickly, all of the guys slid forward for a look. She smiled. They could see all of her. Dina reached behind her, and grabbed his cock. She thought about wetting him a bit, but decided to just slide him inside her. She positioned him at the opening of her pussy, and he sloooooowly put the head of his cock inside. He could feel her lips gripping him and sliding inside with him, and he just held himself there, enjoying the feeling of just penetrating her slightly. Dina wanted more, so she slid backwards, taking him all the way in. When he could go no further, she topped, and reached underneath her to grab his balls. She held them firmly, and rubbed them against her. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want you to cum inside me." He picked up the pace, sliding in and out of her. First quickly, then slowly. First deeper, then shallower. The guys had all crowded around her, and she could see some of them were rubbing themselves. She told them they could take their cocks out, but none of them did. She teased them. "Are you embarrassed? Seriously? With what you see right in front of you? I want to see them. Take them out." Quickly, they all dropped their pants, and Dina took in the sight. All of these hard cocks, all of this horniness, all of it was for and from her. She loved it. Dina felt him pounding her pussy even harder, and she heard him grunting. She knew from past experience that he was going to cum. She clenched her pussy muscles down on his cock as tightly as she could. With one final push, he did, burying himself inside her. She could feel his cock pulsing, and feel the cum spurting out of him. She also felt a mini orgasm hit her. Slowly, he stopped moving, and leaned up against her. "Don't take it out yet." she said. "Leave it in me for a little while." As she started to calm down, Dina looked around. She saw everyone staring at her with huge smiles and looks of pleasure on their faces. She smiled, and thought to herself. "My God, what will I do tomorrow?"