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Pandora's

By: No Panty Girl



Thinking back I guess I was kinda naive. I was a typical nineteen-year-old who had lost my virginity in the back seat of Billy Marsden's Chevy.

I was still living at home. Since dropping out of high school I had worked at the Dunkin Donuts down the street from our house.

Things around the house were o.k. Mom worked at office cleaning in the evenings and Dad and I got on well. Spending most evenings alone together Dad and I had evolved into a close relationship.

He did not actually fuck me but we spent a lot of time in his bed naked where I would suck his cock for him and he would eat my pussy. I guess he was afraid if he screwed me he might knock me up.

The donut shop was minimum pay and the tips almost non-existent. The positive side of the job was I got to meet many interesting people during my shifts.

One of the regulars was Gus Leftries. Gus was the owner and operator of Pandora's Box, an adult video store. Gus had taken a shine to me and made a standing offer of a job in his store anytime I wanted it.

Working at Pandora's was almost like being a pornstar. Gus had his girls wear very skimpy outfits that hid little from the imagination and encouraged them to be "friendly" with the customers. Rumor had it that some of the girls offered extra services in the backroom.

Gus never ceased trying to convince me I was wasting my time serving coffee and donuts

"A girl with your looks could make ten times the amount you do here.," he would say.

"Yes, but here I keep my clothes on." I countered.

I guess it was only a matter of time before I give in to the temptation of money.

"I'm just going to try it." I stated, "If I don't like it I'm outta here!" 

The official uniform of Pandora's was a purple thong and a piece of gold color see-through chiffon that served as a top. My 38C breasts were pretty much on display.

"Very nice." Gus said approvingly.

We were in the notorious backroom of the shop where all the suspected lewd deeds took place. Gus had watched me strip bare ass naked and try on my working clothes.

I had agreed to give Gus a blowjob as a show of good faith. I knew Gus wanted his cock in my mouth since the first day he met me. There is a certain way a guy looks at a cocksucker. He would not be happy until he had spilled his seed down my throat.

It was no big deal, I had been gobbling my father's cock for ages and slurping his cum down like it was champagne. The thought of another cock using my mouth did not disturb me.

Gus was a pudgy middle age guy. Not exactly a woman's dream as he sat there with is fat cock in his hand.

"Well, do you want me to suck that?" I asked.

I dropped to my knees between Gus's legs as he sat stoking his cock. I took his salami from his hand and guided it into my mouth.

He was hard and dewdrops of precum were already leaking form the tip of his cock. He tasted salty as my tongue bathed the length of his pecker. 

Gus had pulled my top aside and had his hands full of my bare breasts, kneading them like his own hunks of Silly Putty.

I went down on him, easily deepthroating his five or six inches. The head of his cock touched the back of my mouth in perfect position to feed me his cum. My lips sealed around his meat and I inhaled his cock.

Gus was a good comer. In a few minutes a river of his sticky white goo was sliding down my gullet.

I stood up smiling wiping my cum coated lips on the back of my hand.

"How was that" I grinned.

It took me a little while to get use to working almost naked in public. I think most of the customers came in to look at the staff as much as the videos.

Gus had me work my first few shifts with one of the experienced girls. Alice was a cute petite blonde university student.

Alice was a real slut fucking two or three guys in the back each night. She told me she had no trouble getting a hundred bucks for ten minutes in her pussy and nobody fucked her without a condom. She was non-discriminating, taking on all takers regardless of their age or size. I saw her go in the back with guys over three hundred pounds. She was also very noisy. Real or feigned her orgasms were audible in the store.

"You want to try one?" she said composing herself after making another hundred.

I hadn't thought of turning any tricks.

"Go on." she said, "It's easy money!"

The next customer looking for some action was an unkempt looking loser in his twenties.

"That's Nighthawk. He's and easy one," Alice whispered.

"You want to try the new girl? You can be her first!" Alice offered me.

Nighthawk followed me into the backroom, a trip he had made many times before.

"How do you want me?' I asked closing the door.

"Doggy." he said.

I did not bother to take my thong off; I just bent over the old desk Gus used to do his paperwork.

Nighthawk moved in behind me and I felt his cockhead searching for my fuck hole. Finding his target he slid into me in one deep thrust.

Alice was right, as he was an easy fuck. His cock was not too big and he came fast. With the condom there was not even any mess left in me.

That was it, I had just been fucked for the second time in my life and the whole thing had been mechanical. I had felt no arousal as Nighthawk worked my cunt with his dick, just a wish it was over with.

I told my father about my new job and how I was fucking guys in the back room. He seemed o.k. with it but I wanted him to cum in me to strengthen our relationship.

One night when we were fooling around in bed I climbed on top of him and impaled self on his cock. He slid into me easily enough and felt so good as I begin fucking him.

He did not resist as I slid up and down on is pole taking his cock all the way into me. His hands rested on my hips just below my waist as I rode his cock.

"I want you to cum in me Daddy!" I moaned as I felt my orgasm radiating from his cock.

Finally my father flooded my cunt with his potent sperm. His seed had traveled full circle fertilizing the fruit of his own loins.

A warm glow came over me as I realized I had demonstrated the ultimate act of love for my father, I had accepted his seed.

"Oh yes Daddy!" I moaned as I kissed him. He had brought life to my waiting womb. 

Pandora's Box



I looked myself over once again, nervousness causing my hands to shake as I smoothed my black dress over my hips. My black hair was twisted up in an elegant french twist, and my makeup was exact--my eyes dark and smoky, lips natural and glossy. The little dress I had on was strapless, and my C cup breasts were pushed up and out by the gorgeous lace bra I had on. The dress hugged my small waist and then draped down over my full hips, clinging to my ass before stopping just above my knees. Feeling extra sexy, I decided to leave the panties at home tonight. I had on ankle strap heels, my burgundy-painted toenails just peeking out of the front of the sexy stilettos. 

I couldn't believe I was going to go through with this. I'd found the little business card quite by accident at my office, after a rather important client had left a few days before. The card was bright red and had the words "Pandora's Box" embossed on it in white letters. On the back of the card was only an address and a phone number. Someone, my client perhaps, had scrawled the word "Temptation" underneath the typing. I'd tucked the card into my purse and forgotten about it, until tonight that was. As I was pulling my wallet out, the card had slipped from my bag and onto the table. Picking it up, I'd turned it over and over in my hands, contemplating. Finally, I'd grabbed my phone and dialed. A woman's husky voice had answered, and I'd nervously asked her about the card I held in my hand. She'd told me it was a private club, and that in order to learn more, I would have to come down. I'd only need the password. Then she hung up.

Staring at the shiny red rectangle, I'd decided what the hell. I could use some excitement. And if I didn't like the place, well, I could just leave. I was 26, single, and lived alone in New York City. It wasn't that I wasn't a pretty girl. Hell, being Puerto Rican definitely had it's advantages. I was just too picky. Men were bastards, and I'd given up on them a long time ago. Now it was me, my thriving design business, and my trusty vibrator. Who needed a man, right? But sometimes, late at night, I felt something was missing. And, now, holding the card in my palm, I thought maybe, just maybe, whatever was missing was at this club....Pandora's Box.

I called the cab company I always used, and ordered a car. As I waited for it, I paced my living room, convincing myself that I wanted to go through with this. I was scared as hell, but I knew that this void in my life had to be filled. Just as I was about to change my mind again, I heard the driver outside beep. That was my sign that this was meant to happen. I left my apartment, locking the door behind me, and eased into the yellow taxi idling at the curb. 

"Where to, ma'am?" the man behind the wheel asked, and I recited the address from the card. He simply nodded and drove off. Usually, New York City cab drivers are a talkative bunch, but not this one. I wondered if he could sense my mood. I leaned back into the seat and watched the city fly by. My mind returned to the club and the night that stretched out before me. 

Fifteen long minutes later, the driver stops in front of a group of buildings. The street is dark, and not a person was in sight. I stared at the nondescript front of the bar from the window of the cab. I don't know how long I sat there, but the driver eventually asked, "Is this the right place, miss? Or...?"

I just nod and hand him the fare plus a nice tip. Opening the door, I step out onto the street, and up onto the sidewalk. When I hear the cab leave, I know that there's no turning back. Glancing at the card one more time, I go to the door and press the red button, and wait.

The door swings open to admit me, and nervously, I enter. The hall is dark and I can smell incense and some other odd scent that I cannot identify. As my eyes adjust to the dim room, I see a table sat up and two burly men guarding it. Tentatively, I approached it.

When I was within their sight, the man on the left looked up at me. Our eyes locked and I was speechless. He was about 6'4, and very well built. He was black, and his hair was braided back tightly against his head. However, his eyes were grey, and very piercing. 

"Password?" he asked, looking me up and down.

"Ummm," I faltered, but my eyes found the red card and the word scrawled there, "ummm, temptation."

He nods and the man on the right lifted a box from the table. Opening it, I see three items. A silver flask, a small, silver ring box, and a silver vial with a black lid and a tiny spoon hanging from it.

"In order to continue, you must choose." The black man said, motioning to the open box. I looked at him, and he just pointed to the three items again. I weighed my options and picked the flask. The other man lifted the bottle from the red-satin lined box and unscrewed the top. Offering it to me, I hesitantly placed it on my lips, and then said, "Well, here goes nothing." I tossed my head back, and the liquid burned as it filled my mouth and trickled down my throat. I gasped, and dropped the flask, my breath ragged as I tried to gain control of my breathing. The men just watched as I struggled to get my composure back. Once I straightened up, they both smiled at me.

"Enjoy your night, and remember "temptation". It's the whole basis of Pandora's Box." The black man took my hand and kissed it, before guiding me out of the hall and into the first room of the club.

I stand in the first room of the club and gaze around. It's painted all black, with animal prints and red being the accents. Low couches in leopard spots and tiger stripes are situated in a circular shape in the middle of the room. A small dance floor is in the middle of the couches, and I can see people sitting there, some alone, others with a partner. A long bar runs the length of the whole room, and men dressed only in tight boxer briefs and lots of oil serve drinks to the few patrons milling around the bar area. Waitresses, females dressed only in negligees or other lingerie work their way around the room, offering drinks to all the other customers. 

The music is a sensual R & B, lots of sexual lyrics, and a slow grinding beat. I walk to the bar, and when one of the barmen notice me, I ask for a Tanqueray and tonic. He smiles and slides me my drink quickly, the glass already cold and filled to the top. 

"First timers get drinks for free," he says, eyeing me up and down.

"How'd you know?" I ask, nervously wiping my palms on my dress.

He grins and just winks at me, before turning away to help the next guest.

I sit at the bar, my nails nervously tapping against the glass in my hands. I don't know exactly what this place is, or what I'm supposed to do, but I figure that sooner or later I'll figure it out. I quickly down the first drink, feeling the gin warm my stomach. I don't want to be drunk, but I know that a nice buzz will help me through what is to come. When the first glass is empty, the bartender immediately slides a second in front of me. I smile and take the first sip. 

Around me, the bar is filling up. I see all types of people, all races, all sizes, all shapes. Then I watch as a couple moves to the dance floor. At first, I think it'll be just a normal dance, then I realize there's more to this than I think. The couple is touching and stroking and kissing, right there in front of everyone. His hands cup her breasts, and she arches her back, baring her cleavage for him. He nuzzles his face between her huge breasts and then tugs her dress down so that she is naked on the top. I gasp as he begins suckling her nipples, feeling myself getting aroused as the couple's sex begins to grow more and more intimate. She now has one leg wrapped around his waist, and you can see where his hand disappears under her skirt.

I barely notice that a man has slid up to the bar beside me; my eyes are still glued to the dance going on before me. She now has both legs around his waist, and her skirt is up around her waist. I can see his cock is out and about to penetrate her. I'm so shocked that I splash a little of my drink on my chest. Jerking a bit, I reach for a napkin just as one is lowered to my flesh. I lift my face up and am immediately eye to eye with Donell, my client. His dark eyes look into mine as he gently cleans the Tanqueray from my flesh. 

"Good evening, Kyla," he says, smiling. "I'm glad to see you took me up on my offer."

I bite my lip, and just nod in response. I guess I had known all along why that card had been left in my office. Donell had never blatantly come on to me, but I had noticed the way his eyes moved over my body and face while we were in our meetings. He was a new client, and we'd only met a few times, but he was very kind and willing to work with any idea I had. He was also very sexy, and he was black. I'd never been with a black man before, but I'd often wondered about it. Now, apparently, was my chance. Donell sat beside me, and waved the bartender over. After a fresh drink was placed in front of the both of us, his hand lowers itself onto my knee. I swallow and look down at the foil his flesh against mine made. 

His fingers stroking my skin, he begins a conversation, but my mind is elsewhere. I can feel my body responding to his touch, and I'm trying to fight it. As his hand moves up my thigh, and disappears underneath the hem of my skirt, I begin to tremble. My eyes are watching his mouth as he talks, noticing the full lips and how perfect his smooth ebony skin looks. Without thinking about it, I reach out and stroke his jawline, my fingertips gliding lightly over the smooth skin of his face. He stops talking as my fingers begin tracing his lips. His tongue reaches out and curls itself around my index finger, sucking it into his mouth. I moan as he sucks and nibbles on my finger. My eyes flicker back to the dance floor, where there is a full blown orgy in progress. I can see about 15 people writhing in ecstasy on the floor as they please each other. My pussy grows wet and I look back at Donell. 

He stands up and takes my hand. I follow willingly. Donell guides me down the length of the bar and then turns into a hidden hallway. Doors line the hall on both sides. From behind them I can hear the moans and cries of people in the throes of passion. I've finally figured out what kind of bar this is. At first, I grow a bit nervous, but as I look at the broad back of the man leading me, I realize that I need this.

Donell stops in front of a red door and produces a key. I smile, knowing that he's had this planned for awhile. He tugs me into the dark room behind him, then turns to close the door. Before I realize what's happening, he pushes me against the wall and covers my mouth with his. His tongue traces my lips and then sucks my lower one in between his. I relax against his body as he devours my lips and tongue, his hands moving down over my body, stroking me through my dress. I feel myself being lifted into his arms and carried across the pitch black room. Gently he lowers me onto the bed that's been placed in the room to provide a place for lovers to come together. 

Donell lowers himself beside me, his mouth still covering mine, his tongue still teasing me. I can feel his hands moving over my body again, and then my dress being slowly tugged upward. His hands slide under my dress and unfasten my bra, smoothly slipping it off my body. I squirm underneath him as he moves to my feet. I feel his tongue stroking over my toes, and I almost lose it. No man has ever sucked on or kissed my feet before. His hands massage my calves as his mouth worked its way up my legs. Not one inch of my leg is left unkissed or unlicked. When his tongue moves in between my legs and he begins licking the smooth flesh of my inner thighs, I begin moaning. My hips arch up off the bed and my hands press against the smooth skin of his bald head. I want him to taste me, but he wasn't ready. He avoids my pussy, and moves up over my belly, stopping to tease around my belly button for a minute. I could feel how wet I am, and I knew he knew. His mouth was now at my breasts, where he licked and suckled first one nipple and then the other. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, his left hand slid between my thighs, and his middle finger slipped inside of me.

I cried out and clenched my fingers in the sheets as he began sliding his finger in and out of my soaked mound. His thumb pressed against my clit and I immediately began coming. Donell continued to stroke my pussy as I began relaxing from the orgasm. He moved up to my face again, and kissed me. 

"You feel so good, Kyla. So wet. So hot. You're the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on. I knew from the moment we met that I was going to have you. And now here we are. And I AM going to have you, now, and then whenever I want. After tonight, you're going to be mine, Kyla, MINE. Even if you think right now that you don't want me, you'll have changed your mind by the time I'm done." 

I feel him move away from me, and the bed shifts as he climbs off. I wonder what he's doing, but my question is answered as a match flares and a candle is lit. I watch as he lights a few more random candles around the room. He's so beautiful, I notice. His skin is smooth and silky, and his eyes are dark as night, with a slight Asian quality to them. Donell's lips are perfect, full and sexy, and as I watch he licks them slowly. I moan a little as he continues with his prepartions. He's tall, probably around 6'3 and built very nicely. His body is toned and tight, not like a football players overly muscular build, but sexy nonetheless. I'm still staring at him as he makes his way back to the bed. Standing in front of me, he begins to strip. I watch mesmerized as every inch of his deep chocolate body is revealed to me. When he's finally nude, he stays in the same position, standing before me.

"Come here Kyla." he says, motioning toward me with one finger. I sit up on the bed and get on my knees, slowly crawling toward him. For some reason, I feel the need to be submissive with Donell, and I want to do everything he asks of me. I stop on the edge of the bed, and look at him. He reaches forward and takes hold of the hem of my dress. Swiftly he yanks it up and over my head, leaving me kneeling naked in front of him.

"You're so beautiful, Kyla, so beautiful. Now, touch me. Touch my body, and let me feel how good you can make me feel."

I nod and reach out to stroke his chest and stomach. He jerks as my fingernails scratch along his dark skin, but he doesn't complain. I can see that he is already aroused, his cock is hard and straining upward. I don't think I've ever seen such a beautiful penis, and I suddenly want to worship it. My body leans forward and my mouth covers the head of his dick. He gasps and his hands immediately go to my hair. I know that he wasn't expecting me to do this so quickly, but I couldn't resist. I slip my mouth farther down around him, my tongue swirling around his shaft. My hands are on his hips as I suck on his cock, hearing him moan as I take him deeper and deeper. 

"Goddamn, Kyla, your mouth feels so fucking incredible. So wet. You like sucking my cock don't you, baby? You enjoy feeling my dick in your mouth don't you?"

I nod, my mouth still working over his cock as I start picking up the speed. His hands are tangled in my hair as he guides my lips over and around his hardness. Just as I begin to slide him deep into my throat, he pulls out of my mouth. I moan and reach for him again, wanting to feel him in my mouth some more, wanting to make him come.

"No, my beautiful plaything, I don't want to come yet, we have much more to do tonight. I want to please you before I get my pleasure. Tonight at least." he says, grinning. 

He climbs back onto the bed and takes hold of my shoulders. Slowly, he guides me backward until I'm lying on my back again. Donell moves between my thighs and without any warning, he lowers his face to my pussy. I cry out, and he begins licking over my clit. Moaning, I writhe underneath him, his mouth and tongue doing things to my pussy that I'd never felt before. His fingers slide into my pussy as he sucks on my clit. I can feel my orgasm building again, and he can too. Donell takes my legs and pushes them upward, holding them behind my knees with his free hand. This spreads me and opens my pussy for him, allowing him more access to me.

"Oh, God, Donell! I'm going to come again, I'm going...oooh, God, mmmmmm, baby, I'm going, I'm going....aaahhh!!" I feel my climax washing over me and my pussy grows wetter as I come, this time harder than the first.

"That's it baby, that's it Kyla, come in my mouth, let me taste you baby, mmmm, you taste sweet, Kyla, so sweet." Donell murmurs against my cunt, his tongue still moving over my clitoris and his two fingers still sliding in and out of me. 

My thighs relax, and fall open, as he continues to kiss my pussy. When he feels me stop shivering, he slips up my body and then immediately slides his cock into me. I gasp and cry out as he fills me completely. I'd never been this full before, or filled this deeply. Donell grasps me behind my knees again and presses my thighs up against my chest. Slowly he begins to fuck me, his thick dick starting to pound into me faster and faster. My breasts are bouncing as his thrusts increase in speed and power. I slide my right hand between us and begin stroking my clit as he fucks me roughly.

"Kyla, this pussy is so good, so tight, so good and wet. I want it to be mine, tell me it's mine, tell me how you want my cock, and how good it feels."

I bite my lip and am unable to say anything as he pumps harder and harder into me. When he realizes I'm not going to answer, he stops completely.

I cry out and begin squirming under him, trying to feel him moving inside of me.

"Say it, now, Kyla, tell me, or I'll leave. I will leave right now, and you'll never feel this cock again."

"I want your cock, Donell! I love how it feels! Please, don't stop, let me come again, I want your dick inside of me, you can have me when you want, just fuck me, please, please, Donell!" I cry out, needing, wanting to come again.

He starts his thrusts again immediately, his balls slapping against my ass as his cock fills me over and over again. I play with my clit, and lift my hips to meet his dick as he pushes it into me. I can feel his cock throbbing inside of me, and I know I'm close again.

"Oooh, Donell, you're going to make me come again, oooh baby, ooh, God, shit, mmmmmmmmm!"

I begin to climax, my pussy pulsating around his dick as I come.

"Oh Kyla, I can feel you come, oooh shit baby, that's going to make me come too, ooooh damn baby! I'm gonna come girl, I'm....ohhh shit!" 

Donell's cock begins to spasm and then I can feel myself filling up with his hot come. He moans and bites my shoulder as he fills my still throbbing pussy with his juices.

We both lay in silence, our bodies relaxing as we come down from our orgasms, him still inside of me. I can only wonder what else this night holds in store for me. With that thought, I begin to smile.



Pandoras Box



I was standing, my arms stretched up to where the cuffs were fastened to a rope slung over an exposed beam in our cabin. I was naked apart from a collar around my neck. I felt a little embarrassed about how turned on I was in this situation, but we were both a little drunk and had been teasing each other about how fun this would be. After all, she had been tied up by me several times and we both really enjoyed it.

We had come away for a few nights, to get away from it all and de-stress. It was a fancy style of B&B with tasteful little cabins hidden away in the woods instead of rooms. It advertised as being perfect for a romantic get-away. Our cabin had a log effect gas fire, big hot tub, two person shower and big four poster bed. So far it had not disappointed, 24 hours and several hot and heavy sessions proved it. It was still early in the season and we had only seen one other couple as we walked around the wooded grounds of the property, two gay men. We had gone for a hike then eaten in a local restaurant before relaxing in the hot tub in the cabin with a bottle of wine.

She stood leaning against the rock of the fireplace looking at me, holding a glass of wine, sipping it occasionally. She looked stunning, the picture of a dominatrix in black. Thigh high boots with 4 inch heels, fishnets peeking out of the top, spandex body suit with a high collar and boned and laced revealing only parts of her gorgeous skin beneath. She looked me over, her eyes coming to rest on my cock. I was already hard, I would have been anyway, looking at her and anticipating, but I took a large blue Viagra as my first test of subservience to my queen before she shaved my cock and balls and tied me to the beam.

"You look so sexy tied up like that with your cock so hard, vulnerable and entirely at my whim!" She said, coming over and stroking the length of my cock.

I gasped at her touch, her hand cold from holding the glass. "You look incredibly sexy yourself." I replied.

Her lips kissed my cheek. "Shhhhh. Nice of you to think so, but speak again without my permission and I will have to hurt you!" She stroked on my cock, reveling in the rigid hardness of it. 

I groaned at the pleasure she was driving through me. "Shhhhh." She said into my ear, nipping my earlobe with her teeth. "Or I will have to gag you, and you know what I will gag you with!" She looked down next to the bed where her panties lay, I followed her gaze. Panties worn for our strenuous hike. Sweaty black satin panties smeared with cum from our frantic coupling in the car behind the restaurant before dinner.

She stepped in front of me and came close so our bodies touched. She held my cock down so it slipped between her legs and came to rest against the crotch of her body suit. I could feel her heat against my flesh. She rode it, letting her pussy be teased by the friction of my aching hard cock. Her eyes were wild; she was obviously just as turned on as I was. 

"Ohhhh, you feel so fabulously hard, I'd love to ride you right now, feel your big hard cock deep inside me, feel it filling me up!" Her lips came close to mine, hovering, I tried to kiss her but she teasingly moved away. 

"You think I would kiss a slave!" She smirked. "There is only one use for a slaves mouth. It is to worship his mistress!"

"Yes, Mistress." I said, falling into the role.

"I said don't talk!" She glowered at me. She took a nipple between her fingers and rolled it, squeezing, nipping. Looking me in the eye, daring me to make a sound. She smirked at me, squeezing harder, harder until I broke. I gasped at the sudden twinge of pain, her nails biting into the sensitive skin of my nipple. I tried to pull away but there was nowhere to go. She continued to dig her nails in, triumph on her face, knowing the pain I felt.

"Looks like you need help to stay quiet!"

She turned away and picked up the panties. She walked behind me and picked up something else. Standing beside me she said, "The pervert in you will probably enjoy this little tasty treat! Open wide!" She wadded them up making sure the wet spots in the gusset were going to be on my tongue she pushed them into my waiting mouth. Then she looped a short string around my mouth to the back of my head and tied it to hold them in place. Her taste and scent mixed with my cum, mingled in my mouth. The combination with her dominance was intoxicating. The fact that my prim little wife had done this without a second thought was an amazing turn of events and excited me no end.

She stepped away, picking up her riding crop. She went back to leaning against the wall with her glass of wine; now with the riding crop in her hand she looked threateningly sexy. She let her free hand roam across her body, making a very erotic image, none the less because, from the look in her eye, she was doing it for her pleasure, not mine.

"Now to see if our little gag works!" She stepped forward, stroked my cheek with the fingers of her hand and stroked my cock with the leather end of the crop. I moaned against the gag in my mouth.

Stepping back she swung the crop. It hit my buttocks with a cold stinging violence that I shrieked involuntarily into the gag. I had fantasized about this but the pain was excruciating. The gag had blocked my shriek effectively: no police would be called. But enough had come through to show her the true level of pain I felt.

She looked me in the face, saw the shock of pain I was experiencing, saw the surprise that my cute little wife would cause me that much pain, and saw the confusion I felt. And as I met her gaze I saw curiosity and raw excitement, but little if any sympathy for the pain she caused me. She ran a finger down my cheek.

"Come now, that wasn't a very hard stroke!" She touched my cock; I was still a bit hard despite myself. She stroked it, gently bringing me back to full arousal. "I'm sure you spank me harder than that. I know you can take more, after all, why waste this opportunity on a little bit of tame slapping!" She tapped my backside gently with the crop. I flinched, expecting more pain and she grinned, tapping me a little harder with repeated quick strokes, grinning at how I moved to try and get away from her. The swats with the crop stung, they were not hard but they stung and I moved to try and avoid them. Chained as I was to the beam over the centre of the room, all of my movement was futile. She was amused and excited at how I couldn't escape her. She flicked my body with the crop, my buttocks, my thighs, my chest, my neck. Sometimes gentle, sometimes harder. I was still aroused but a little scared that the next stroke may be hard again. She tapped and teased my hard cock with the crop too, but only lightly, gently, grinning at my reaction.

"What a nice hard cock you have for your mistress, slave!" She cooed, reaching down and stroking me with her fingers. She picked up a bottle of oil and poured some onto my thick hard shaft, rubbing oil over it, making it slick. Her other hand was rubbing more oil into my chest and back and buttocks. Her hands felt so good on me, it was such a thrill.

"So delicious to have you entirely under my control. So delicious to make you react to me. I can bring you pleasure or pain, whichever I choose. The pleasure would be good, this big hot hard cock in my pussy, I'm so wet right now, it will feel so good!" She was pulling on my cock, harder and faster, stoking me with hard deliberate forceful energy, and dragging my desperate body towards orgasm. I was harder than I had ever been and I writhed as the delight coursed through me, my orgasm building and closing in. The wild arousal in her eyes and the rapid stroking combined to thrill me beyond control. 

She stopped so suddenly and spanked my ass with her bare hand. "Not yet, slave, don't be so impatient. You will only cum when your mistress wants you to." I writhed in desperation, the urgency of orgasm gripping me. She spanked me three more times, hard painful stinging swats

Her hand returned to stroking me but slowly this time, teasingly. She reached behind me and stroked the handle of the crop up and down the crack of my ass. It teased across the puckered mouth of my hole and she twisted and pushed at it. The oil eased its progress and it slipped into my ass, surprising both of us. I groaned at this sudden intrusion, the slight pain spiked the pleasure I was feeling, my initial recoil was immediately followed by an involuntarily rocking back of my hips to receive more of this delightful thrill. My cock pulsed in her fingers and she hastily withdrew her hand from its hard desperate flesh. 

Grinning widely, she said: "Now the truth becomes clear, that sexy little ass of yours is desperate for attention." She pushed further with the handle making me groan with the pleasure of the invasion, then slowly dragged it almost all the way out, before fucking it slowly back into me. She continued in slow rhythmic strokes, watching in total absorption as my lust bound body rocked back to meet each inward thrust.

"This is so hot. I could do anything I want to you, anything!" She gave me three long slow fucking motions with the handle of the crop, and then slowly pulled the ribbed handle all the way out of me. The action almost took me over the top and it didn't go un-noticed. 

"Perhaps seeing that gay couple today has loosened up your tight little ass! Got your juices flowing in kinky directions?" She whispered into my ear, leering at me. "You ARE mine though, slave, and I'll do whatever I want!"

She leaned back and swung hard at my ass. White fire washed through my body, from my buttocks up into my head. I screamed into the gag, the pain was excruciating. My backside was ripped with searing pain. I writhed unthinkingly on the tight unyielding chains, desperate to evade the pain.

She stood stock still, watching me thrash wildly in my chains, her eyes wide with wonder and lust. As the pain subsided she ran the tip of her finger along the welt, as she did so her other hand rubbed across her nipple, aroused and hard inside her revealing outfit. She gave a little involuntary moan, and then pinched down hard. Her eyes closed in her ecstatic thrill that I knew so well, the moan of her enjoyment was music to my tortured ears. But when she opened her eyes the look of abandoned lust was intimidating. She swung with the crop again and the fire-like agony streaked through me again. Again she watched me writing in pain as she caressed herself, her eyes ablaze with excited lust. The crop again struck me and again I screamed uselessly into the gag as pain reached into every inch of my consciousness. She continued this slow deliberate barrage of unbelievable pain, punctuating each stroke with lust filled delight in my reaction and her total power. Through tear filled eyes I watched her absorbing the entire scene. I tried begging her to stop but almost no sound came out and my pleading eyes just seemed to fuel her more. Blow after blow rained down on me, first my ass, then my back, then the backs of my legs.

I was so lost in the burning pain that it was moments before I realized that the blows had stopped and her hand was on my cock again. 

"Fuck, this is so hot." She hissed. "I've got to cum. I want you hard again so I can cum on your cock." She gripped me tightly and stroked it slow and hard. My now limp cock was quick to respond, perhaps it was the Viagra, perhaps my own reaction to her dominant lust, but soon she was purring her appreciation into my ear as she stroked me. She stepped back a little, reached down and unsnapped the crotch of the black body suit then stepped forward and teased the head of my cock across the lips of her pussy. In her high heels it was the perfect height. She sank down onto it and her hot wet pussy engulfed me. The feel of her was amazing; she was so hot and wet, wetter than I had ever known her. Her eyes closed as she lost control and rocked up and down my cock. She wrapped her arms around mine and sank her face into my neck, our combined weight hanging on my arms was excruciating but my cock was still rock hard and she rode me in long deep strokes.

"Oh Fuck, Yeah. I love this Viagra cock. I'm going to fuck this hot cock all night long. Oh fuck yeah. I own you, bitch. I own you!" She gasped as she rode me, sucking then biting on my neck, moaning: "Fuck, Fuuuuuuck, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh" Then cumming in a wild frenzy of tight jerks on my cock. Her cunt muscles gripping me tight, pushing me over the edge myself as the ecstasy in my own body overrode the pain in my shoulders and arms. I pumped up into her with what little movement I had, thrusting up to meet her wild thrashing and I came in a torrent, cum pumping through me in a wild ecstatic stream. I moaned my orgasm into the soiled mess in my mouth and sank down completely exhausted.

She clung to me, little ripples of aftershocks coursing through her until my cock slipped from her. She stepped back and lay back on the bed, her hand going down to her pussy as she laid there, eyes closed and still writhing a little. She seemed to almost drop off to sleep. When she finally opened her eyes and looked at me, there was something in them I hadn't seen before, something raw and animal.

"Time for Round 2, Slave!" She announced coolly, appraising me from the bed. A noiseless groan of desperation and excitement filled me as she slowly and sensually stood up.



Pandora's Box



A Tale from the Erotic Adventures of Solomon Magus

*

'Twas in Javan that I first met the lady known as Pandora.

I had come to that land of volcanoes and effervescent pools of water to sample the hot springs, which were well known for their apparent healing properties. And since I was recovering from a rather harsh punishment I received at the hands of the Rab Gibor and his cohorts (the embarrassing details of which I must leave for another time), the waters seemed an ideal remedy for my various aches and pains.

Thus I arrived in Asa, one of the many small villages throughout Javan that offered a curative spring.

As I strolled down the dirt street, a light mist occasionally caressed my face as steam clouds floated past every now and again. Even the walls of the gray rock one-story buildings glistened with a fine layer of moisture.

And, of course, there was also the ever-present odour of brimstone.

When I asked a nearby villager to point out the healing abode, it turned out I had just passed it.

An attractive woman of some twenty-odd years greeted me as I entered.

"Blessings on you, my lord," she said, her soft voice already a soothing balm. "My name is Pandora. You have come to bathe in the waters?"

She wore a short-skirted chiton, a garment common to both men and women in the Isles of the Gentiles, and she wore her braided blonde hair held up by several decorative combs.

"I'm Solomon Magus. I've heard many reports of the waters' healing properties."

She smiled, and then said, "The reports are true. Come, let me take you to a chamber."

There were several rooms in the dwelling that had obviously been built around the natural rock formations, and each chamber was of an irregular shape and size; but all of them possessed a deep pool of steaming water that gave off a stronger brimstone pungency than outside.

As we entered one room in particular, I gestured toward the pool and remarked, "Are you sure you do not mean to cook me in that?"

Pandora laughed aloud, her voice full of youthfulness, her mauve eyes sparkling. She shook her head. "It looks hotter than it is."

I looked dubiously at her.

She held out her hands. "Let me take your garments. Then step into the water slowly; that way, your body will adjust gradually to the heat."

I pursed my lips, peered at the pool hesitantly. But I finally set down my traveling bag, unfastened my long robes and slipped out of them.

"By the gods!" exclaimed Pandora as she noticed the proliferation of bruises on my body."

"The consequence of an unfortunate set of circumstances and foolishness on my part," I explained quickly and simply, since I did not wish to go into details.

"Then after your bath, you must allow me to apply some of my healing salve to your injuries."

I nodded. "My thanks, Pandora. To be honest, I have used up my own healing pastes and have not yet had an opportunity to acquire or make more. And I will certainly pay you extra for your medicines."

I followed the young lady's instructions and descended gradually into the pool of water. It was hot but, as she had said, not unbearable once my body had acclimated itself to the heat.

I closed my eyes, sighed with contentment and relief as the water covered my body and began to soothe my sore bones and muscles.

Some time later, quite refreshed and invigorated by the apparent magic of the water, I sat naked on a milking stool as Pandora daubed and massaged her slave onto several small cuts and bruises.

"Where do you come from, Solomon?"

"Originally, a little town called Vellore in Elishah. Then, one day, when my parents and I were on our way to Madai, pirates attacked our merchant ship. I alone escaped alive, only to be shipwrecked on the island of Ithamar where I studied the magical arts for seven years under the tutelage of Narmada Magus."

"You're a wizard, then?" Pandora exclaimed, her eyes wide with interest.

I nodded and took a sip from a cup of tea that she had given me earlier. "Seventh in a line of Magi that originally hail from Arpakshad."

"Then perhaps you may be able to help me..." With that, she scurried out and returned a few moments later. She held a small but rather ornate box, which she handed to me.

"It was a present," she explained. "From a woman who enjoyed the benefits of the pool. She said once I opened it, that which I desired would be mine. But I have not yet found a way to remove the lid."

I lifted the box, glanced over the intricate and decorative carvings that encircled it. But the closer I looked, even I could not find a latch, trigger or keyhole with which to unlock it.

"It may be magically sealed," I commented. "And if I were to try and use my magic powers on it, I might destroy not only the box, but us along with it if it is triggered to explode."

Pandora looked downcast. "I do not think the lady would have done that."

"What is it you desire?" I asked, my curiosity aroused by the stipulation placed on Pandora and the box.

She blushed slightly. "My lord, it has been my fervent wish for seven years to lose my maidenhood. But alas! My parchment of innocence is so tough that none have been able to penetrate me.

An eyebrow slowly raised in surprise. "Others have tried?"

Pandora nodded.

"And now you want me to see what I can do?" Already my manhood stirred slightly.

The young woman noticed it immediately and licked her lips. "If you are successful, and I pray you will be, then I shall not expect payment for your time in the water, nor for the medicines I placed on your wounds."

I examined the box again. How it could allow her to lose her virginity was beyond me. It also brought back memories of the so-called Staff of Radames --- what if something more sinister lay within? Perhaps, in reality, it was not meant to be opened.

"Will you try?" Pandora inquired again, a hint of pleading in the tone of her gentle voice.

"Very well," I finally replied. For by this time, my staff had reared its bulging head, the full height and length of its shaft throbbing for attention.

"O Solomon!" gasped Pandora as my tongue sought out her most intimate cave. Her fingers caught the tendrils of my hair, pulled my head closer so that it was all I could do to catch my breath.

Her parchment was indeed firm, more so than any I had encountered before; but I was sure that with prolonged oral attention to this most treasured spot, I would easily be able to penetrate to the uttermost depths.

Along with a touch of magic, perhaps.

Thus my tongue lingered upon the opening to her chasm, my spittle drenching her lips, laving them and centering on the tiny nub from which she received currents of Bliss time and time again.

Now a fourth time I brought her to the edge of overflowing, and I glanced up to see her head thrown back, her eyes rolling up, her sweat-beaded breasts shimmering in the moonlight that streamed through an open window.

(And, I daresay, passers-by on the street could not have failed to hear her cries of ecstasy).

At length, the time came when I felt the deed was ready to be done.

I quickly positioned myself between her slick, quivering thighs and set the tip of my thickened shaft against the membrane of her chasm.

I spoke those ancient words, felt the telltale tingling along the length of my scepter. Even as it began to expand, I thrust quickly and roughly, knowing that any sort of hesitation would no doubt render injury to both of us.

Pandora screamed.

But at the same time, I knew my time spent watering her garden had not been in vain; for I felt the tearing of her parchment against the length of my shaft, the gush of warm, fresh blood on my inner thighs and the hot, slippery depths of her cavern walls.

Even as she screamed, her nails raked eight bloody tracks across my back.

All this was enough to carry me to the peak of my own excitement. With a powerful cry, I fired my arrows into her, shooting to the very target of her being as I continued with long, easy thrusts.

Pandora's cries of pain segued to gasps of pleasure as my magically enhanced staff filled her completely. She sobbed with release and gratitude into my shoulder, and then hugged me tight as if never desiring to never let me depart.

And, for a while, I did not.

The sun rose bright on a new morning with Pandora's warm body snuggled against my own.

I lay quietly, holding her in my arms, and looked about the room. Then my eyes fell upon the box she had showed me the night before.

It looked like four latches --- one on each side of the box --- had somehow opened.

The hairs on the back of my neck rose of their own accord.

As gently as possible, not desiring to wake her just yet, I set Pandora's head on the pillow, slipped from the bed and approached the box.

I picked it up, turned it in my hands. There were, indeed, four latches. All that remained was to remove the top.

But when I touched the lid, I remembered what Pandora had said --- what she desired, she would have. According to her, I'd already fulfilled her wish. Was there something more?

I took the box to the bed, set it down and woke Pandora.

She stared in amazement at the box. "How did you do that?" she asked.

"'Twas not I who did it," I replied. "Perhaps the sound of your Blissful scream, perhaps some other form of magic." I shrugged, simply because I didn't really know. "But I think you should open it. The gift was yours."

Pandora grasped the lid and pulled it off while I secretly made mumbled preparations to magically defend her should something untoward appear.

Immediately there erupted from the interior of the box, a vast array of colourful rays of light that enveloped both of us, swirled and swept around the room. For a moment, we were disoriented and slightly blinded.

Then the lights dissipated and we gazed upon a wondrous sight.

Lying asleep upon the bed was a young lad of some thirteen years, his body thin and frail looking, but otherwise alive and unharmed.

Pandora broke down and wept heavily.

A short time later, as the three of us ate breakfast, Pandora explained what had happened.

"Part of the story was true," she said. "But part was false. You see, when I was sixteen, my parents died in an earthquake. My brother and I were left to fend for ourselves. Having no other choice, we took to thievery and one day unknowingly robbed a wizard. She promptly caught us. Then she cursed me, saying that even though many men would desire to have me, none would be able to take me save a man with an enchanted rod. She magically imprisoned my brother in the box and she said he would be freed when the curse on me was broken. It has been seven years; and look --- even though I have aged, Leandros has not. But at least he's alive. I don't think the wizard ever believed anyone could break the curse."

I shook my head in wonderment. "I am happy for you, Pandora. And it is nice to see that you have taken a path in which you are helping others rather than stealing from them."

I reached into my bag.

"No!" exclaimed Pandora. "I told you not to pay me ---"

"This is not payment," I answered. 'This is my gift to you." And I handed her a small amulet.

"What is it?"

"A symbol of our friendship and love," I replied. "If you hang it on your wall, it shall bring the blessing of El-Bara upon your house."

"I have nothing to give you in return..."

"You have already given me your virginity," I said. "There is no greater thing you could give. I do not need anything more. Now, shall we partake of some more breakfast? I daresay I die of thirst this morning."

Pandora laughed, hugged me and gave me a kiss.

That was not the last I was to see of her.

Later, Pandora would become my first wife.



Pandora's Box



The Beginning:

Brice Bartel sat at the bar nursing his fourth Bourbon and water on the rocks. "How in hell did this all happen?" he thought to himself. In the back of his mind, he felt that he should have seen it coming... that somehow, somewhere there must have been a clue, a tip-off, but try as he might, he couldn't think of anything. It had all just seemed to come out of nowhere. One day, every thing was just great... the next day, it was all garbage. He still didn't have the slightest idea what he was going to do. Maybe if he went over every thing from the beginning, he could figure it out. "Let's see now, " he thought, "I first asked Sharla for a date at that party four years ago..."

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Sharla Caron had just turned twenty-one the night she and her friend, Bev Appleton, went to that faithful party with their dates. It was just Sharla's third date with Cory, and he was already trying to persuade her to have sex with him. She thought he was a nice looking guy and was contemplating sleeping with him, but so far, he hadn't gotten lucky with her. She smiled wondering if his luck would be better after the party tonight. 

Cory danced with her a couple of times, but since he wasn't much of a dancer, they quickly ended up off in one corner of the room with Cory talking to another guy about the upcoming football game that would decide whether or not their college won the conference championship. Sharla had even less interest in football than Cory had in dancing. So, after a short time, she excused herself, ostensibly to go to the ladies room. 

As she mingled with the crowd, stopping occasionally to chat with one of her friends, she noticed a guy standing alone out on the patio. Even from a distance, he looked ruggedly handsome with a dark complexion, wavy dark hair, and a beautifully built, masculine body. His T-shirt molded his chest and looked as if it might rip open if he were to flex his pecs or biceps. His tight pants revealed an incredibly slim waist and tight butt.

Aside from his appearance, the thing that drew Sharla's attention was the fact that he was alone. With all the single women present, that seemed almost weird. As she watched, a sexy looking blonde approached him. They chatted for short while, and Sharla saw the man smile but shake his head. The blonde's face took on a pout, and she tugged on his arm, but he shook his head again. Finally, she gave up and left. It was obvious that she had tried to interest him without success. 

Now intrigued, Sharla continued to watch. The man was leaning against the railing around the patio, seeming to stare out over the expanse of the lake. The scene was beautiful with the full moon's light reflecting off the water's swells. A brunette approached him but had no more luck than the blonde had had. Perhaps he's gay, Sharla thought. She was surprised to find herself hoping that he wasn't. 

She was also surprised to find herself walking out onto the patio. She had no idea what she intended to do. All she knew was that the man excited her, so much so that she felt almost like a moth being drawn toward the light. Moving up to the railing, she stood staring out at the lake, off to the man's right side. 

"Beautiful, isn't it," she said, without looking at him. 

"Very," came the response. 

"Do you like the water?" she asked.

"Yes, but mostly I like beautiful things. They make me feel good to be around them."

"I've been watching you," Sharla confessed.

"I know. I saw you."

Sharla felt her face flush. "Now, I'm embarrassed. A lot. I thought I was being so discreet. How did you know?"

"I could tell you that I'm a psychic, but the truth is that I saw your reflection in the open glass doors of the patio."

For a few minutes, neither of them spoke. "If you like beautiful things, why didn't you go dance with the blonde or the brunette who approached you? They're beautiful."

"Because I always try for the most beautiful thing."

"You mean the lake?"

"No, not the lake or the moonlight on it. They're beautiful, but there's no way to possess a lake or the moonlight. They're beyond reach."

"What then?"

"You."

Sharla felt a gush of wetness between her thighs caused by that one word. She tried to ignore it. "Well, thank you. That's a very nice thing to say. But you've hardly looked at me. In fact, except for my reflection, you haven't even looked directly at me yet."

"You reflection was all I needed to see. But, just to be certain..." 

The man turned to face her. His rugged, strong chin, dark eyebrows, piercing brown eyes, the shadow of his beard, and his smile had Sharla mesmerized. 

"Yes... yes. Just as I thought."

"What?" she asked, surprised to find her voice not much more than a whisper. 

"You're gorgeous. Even more so than I thought. Are you serious about your boyfriend?"

Sharla felt the wetness between her thighs increasing. "Not really. It's just my third date with him."

"Good."

"Why good?"

"Because I want you. Dinner tomorrow night? Say yes!"

"Yes!"

"Wonderful! Now that that's settled, I'm Brice, Brice Bartel, and you are?"

"Sharla, Sharla Caron. I'm pleased to meet you, Brice.

Brice laughed, and Sharla liked his laugh too. Taking out a notepad from her handbag, she quickly jotted down her telephone number and her address. "Here, you'll need this tomorrow evening. What time?"

"7:30 PM."

"I'll be ready."

"I hope so," Brice commented. 

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The next afternoon, Sharla took two hours to prepare for her first date with Brice. After bathing and soaking for 30 minutes, she carefully shaved her arms and beneath them, her legs, and finally, her pussy. Later, at her dresser, she brushed her long, dark hair until it was lustrous. Afterwards, she set it so that it fell in soft waves over her shoulders. It took her 30 minutes to get her eyes the way she wanted them. When she finished, her eyes alone were enough to turn male heads. Her full lips were carefully covered with a dark red lip gloss. A light touch of rouge was added to her cheeks. 

Surveying the results in the mirror, Sharla was pleased with what she saw. She knew her large, firm, natural breasts were gorgeous. They looked even larger because of her slim waist line. She thought her ass was too large, but was well aware that men loved it. She did admire her legs. It was hard not to since they were nearly perfect. With her dark complexion, she had no need of stockings, but sometimes she wore them for erotic effect. Tonight was to be such a time. Her four-inch heels were enough to harden many cocks. At 5' 7", 135 lbs, she was incredibly beautiful.

In addition to her thigh-high, self-supporting hose, Sharla selected a thin, transparent, nylon demi-bra that was more for erotic effect than for support. She considered wearing a thong or no panties, but opted for a pair of equally transparent, white, bikini panties. Over these items, Sharla elected to wear a tight, form-fitting sheathe that exposed the upper quarter of both breasts and her legs from 6 inches above her knees downward. 

She was ready and waiting for Brice by 7:15. By the time he arrived, on time at 7:30, her panties were already wet with anticipation. They got even wetter when she saw him. He was simply the most sensuously erotic male she had ever seen. In addition, she had learned that he was a graduate student in electrical engineering. "God," she thought, "smart, handsome, confident, sensuously sexy." Her knees were weak.

When Sharla met Brice at the door, he was momentarily stunned by her beauty. Her radiant smile of pleasure at seeing him doubled the awesome effect. Sharla was equally amazed at the virile, handsome man who was to be her date. The fact that he looked straight into her eyes, not at her thrusting breasts, her sexy ass, or her gorgeous legs, was not lost on her. 

"Sharla Caron, you are easily the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, much less dated. Please." Brice held out his arm, and Sharla took it gladly. 

Although dinner was excellent, neither of them paid any attention to the food. Sharla's body throbbed with excitement, her wetness coating both thighs. She wondered if he was equally excited by her. He was. His cock had been erect almost from the moment she had come to the door. In his tight pants, there was no way he could conceal his steel-hard, seven and a half inch prick. Most of the women they passed stared openly and lustfully at his bulging crotch. But Sharla kept her eyes locked on his. 

After dinner, Brice took Sharla to a club for a drink. There was a small dance floor. While they moved slowly about that floor, her body pressed tightly against his, he leaned closed and whispered, "I can't help it."

"I know. I'm glad."

"It's your fault."

"Yes."

"It's hurts."

"Good. I'm glad about that too."

"I'm going to fuck you tonight."

"Yes. I know."

"Do you usually fuck on the first date?"

"No. Never."

"But you will tonight."

"Yes."

"Do you take the pill?"

"No."

"Good."

"I may get pregnant."

"Yes, you may."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm... Can we go now?"

"Anxious?"

"Very."

"Are you wet?"

"Very. And you're very hard. It feels large."

"It's hard and large. I want to sink it into you."

"You can. Here. Anywhere. Anytime. I'm ready."

"Are you wearing panties?"

"Yes."

"Take them off."

"Here? Now?"

"Yes."

Sharla disengaged herself from Brice's arms, lifted her dress to her waist while other men watched. Then, slowly, she pulled her panties over her ass and down her thighs. Once around her ankles, she stepped out of them. Picking them up, she handed them to Brice. "Do you want me to remove my bra too," she whispered.

"Not yet. Your panties... they're wet... very wet."

"Yes. Drenched."

"Musky."

"Yes."

"They smell like your cunt."

"I want you to smell it."

"I know."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please take me back your place or to mine."

"Why?"

"So you can smell my cunt... taste it. So you can fuck me."

"I can fuck you here... on the dance floor."

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh... god!"

Brice took Sharla's arm and led her out of the club to his car. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he said, "Move closer."

Sharla pressed herself against his body.

"Your dress."

She knew what he wanted. Raising her hips, she pulled it up to her waist exposing her now naked cunt. "Oh, hurry. Please," Sharla moaned.

Abruptly, Brice turned into a Motel 6. Stopping in front of the office, he handed Sharla his credit card. "Go in and get us a room. I'll park the car."

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"Your cunt smells musky... spread wider," Brice ordered.

Except for her missing panties, Sharla was still fully dressed. She was in the middle of the bed with a pillow boosting her hips into position. Her mouth stretched wide in a silent moan. As the tongue pushed into her pulsing vulva, her legs went rigid, extended to their full length. 

The small tongue prick pushed in and out of her vagina. Frantically, her fingers tore at the zipper on the side of her sheathe. When she had it down, she clawed desperately to bare her breasts. She got them out at the same moment the tongue reached her engorged clitoris. 

Brice licked the throbbing shaft of the female prick. Instantly, it contracted in a hard spasm. He attacked it with rapid, repeated strokes of his tongue. Sharla's clitoris began to dance in and out of its protective hood. Her hands squeezed both large tits as she began to cum. Her entire body shuddered, silently, in an intense spasm. Brice didn't back off her pulsing, contracting clitoris. Instead, he sucked it into his mouth applying intense pressure. The tortured organ expanded to almost twice its normal size. 

Sharla's legs flew up into the air. First, her toes pointed, then curled backwards. Her asshole and vagina began to open and close... repeatedly... in hard spasms. Her eyes clenched shut as another climax surged through her. Screams of female passion echoed throughout the small room. Brice lashed the helpless woman's clit again and again until her vagina slammed shut and ejected feminine cum all over his face. 

Sharla's chest heaved as she tried to suck air into her lungs. "Please... please.. stop. You're going to kill me... please." Brice ignored her. His hands pushed her legs even further back elevating her hips and exposing her ass. He spread her cheeks and stared at the small hole, opening... closing as the tremors of her orgasm still pulsed through her body. 

"OOOOOHHHHH..... AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped when she felt his tongue pushing into her ass at the same time as his fingers gently worked around her engorged clitoris. The feeling was weird, but exquisite, erotic. Then the tongue was exploring in and out of her ass, up the wet, throbbing sex trench of her cunt, stopping at the dancing clitoris to bring her to another intense orgasm. 

She was totally helpless... quivering... her vagina opening... closing... as if begging to be filled. Fingers penetrated her anus... two more moved inside her core... the tongue caressed her clitoris engorging it... swelling it still further. 

She came again... hard... harder than any man or her vibrator had ever made her cum. 

Her vagina was still throbbing in hard contractions when Brice mounted her. "Put it in," he ordered.

Sharla reached between their bodies, grasped the large, thick organ and aligned the head with her opening. 

"In," Brice repeated. 'Put my cock inside your cunt."

She moved her hips forward, pressed the big head against her labia, and worked it inside her pussy. She felt her sex hole throbbing around him. Desperately, she tried to impale herself on his length with no success. "Please! Please!" she moaned.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me. Oh please!"

"UUUGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH..... OHHHHH YESSSS... LIKE THAT! LIKE THAT! UNNGGHHHHHHHHHH!!"

The thick sex gun drove into the bottom of her cunt. She felt his hands under her ass, holding her in position. She spread wide, lifting her hips into perfect position for him. Her cunt just exploded when he began to fuck her with rapid, hard strokes, each one hammering his entire length into the hot tube of her cunt.

The headboard of the bed thudded against the wall announcing every stroke to the couple in the next room. She came again when she felt his prick jerking and throbbing deep inside her vagina as it spewed out its thick load of cum.

Before they left the motel the next morning, four more loads of semen were inside her body. 

============

The following week, Sharla moved in with Brice. For the first four months, all they did was eat, study, and fuck. Brice wanted her at least twice a day, and Sharla would have been willing to have even more sex with her incredible lover. Every time he had her, she would experience at least two intense orgasms. 

With three months still to go before Sharla completed her B.S. degree and Brice obtained his M.S., he came home one evening with a dozen red roses. Sharla was overwhelmed. She was even more elated when he took her to a five-star restaurant for dinner even though she knew that they really couldn't afford it. Her thighs were soaked with her juices in anticipation of the sex she knew would soon come. 

When they returned to their apartment, she was surprised that he didn't immediately take her bed. Instead, he asked her to sit down on the couch. When she did, he told her that she was the most marvelously sensuous and beautiful woman he had ever known. "I can't bare the thought of losing you at some future time. I want you with me for the rest of my life."

A small case magically appeared in his hand. He opened its lid revealing the half-caret, brilliant diamond solitary in the center surrounded by the white folds of the satin lining. "When we graduate in three months, will you marry me?"

For an answer, Sharla threw her arms around her new fiancé's neck and moaned, "Oh YES! YES! YES!" 

After that, Brice carried her into their bedroom where he proceeded to ravish all of her holes until daybreak. 

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A week after Sharla and Brice graduated, they were married in a small civil ceremony that was followed by a sensuous, sex-filled honeymoon in Jamaica. Without being asked, Sharla had discarded her halter the second afternoon they were there, sunbathing and walking around the large outdoor pool with her large, firm, 36D breasts swinging freely. Every man's eyes were locked onto her big tits as she approached and on her sexy ass as she retreated. 

When she first removed her halter, she was uncertain about what her new husband's response would be. She was elated when she saw how hard it had gotten his cock, so much so that that the tight, spandex suit he wore could not contain it. 

The next day, he asked her if she would be uncomfortable visiting one of the nude beaches. For an answer, Sharla had pulled her husband close, kissed him passionately, and said, "I'll do anything you want... anytime... I love pleasing you."

That afternoon, Sharla and Brice wrapped large beach towels around their naked bodies and walked to the nude beach area where they spent the entire afternoon under their umbrella. Sharla wore a pair of heels at Brice's request. Her husband's cock was hard most of the afternoon, which was only fair considering how wet her pussy was. 

Occasionally, his erection would subside, but as soon as he noticed another male checking out his wife's big tits and her exposed shaved cunt, it would quickly harden into a rigid spike. Sharla loved it, so much so that on several occasions when she saw a man looking at her, she would spread her legs wider to give him a better view. 

When she did this for a young, black male, Brice commented, "Slut."

Sharla flushed with a mixture of pleasure and shame. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Do you want to stop?"

"No. It turns me on."

"Good. It's turning me on too. Spread wider."

She did.

=================

Six Months after Marriage:

It proved to be no problem for Brice to secure an excellent, high-paying, position with a major electronics company. He had graduated near the top of his class, and that coupled with his incredible appeal for women, assured him of offers from virtually every company he interviewed. 

Sharla waited until Brice had selected a company and they had moved to their new location before she began to look for a marketing position. Although her academic record was good, it was no match for that of her husband. However, with her incredible sensuous beauty, finding a good position was child's play. Every senior executive had wet dreams after seeing her. It wasn't even necessary for her to dress erotically. She would have looked hot wearing a burlap sack. 

With their combined incomes, the Bartels suddenly found themselves far from the poor students they had been. Consequently, it was an easy decision to move out of their apartment they had temporarily rented in favor of a very nice home in an upscale neighborhood. They were quickly invited to join the country club, an invitation which they accepted, and new friends seem to abound. 

The women couldn't take their eyes off of Brice, and their husbands would get hard when they looked at Sharla. 

The Bartels enjoyed talking about this situation when they were in bed. 

"Gloria Matthews got so hot tonight, I thought she might rape you."

"I noticed," Brice said with a grin, his male ego quite pleased. 

"What did you do to the poor girl anyway?" Sharla teased.

"Nothing really. I just danced with her a couple of times."

"And?"

"And what?"

"And what else did you do?"

"That's it. She might have gotten excited by my hard cock pressing against her pussy while we were dancing."

"Yeah. She might have. I seem to remember it having that same effect on me on our first date." Sharla paused for a moment and then added, "You know that she wants you to fuck her. Will you?"




Pandora's Box



"No. Why should I waste time and semen fucking a woman who's not half as beautiful nor one third as hot as my wife? There's no possible way her cunt is as tight, as wet, and as hot as the one I'm in right now."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm... and it probably won't squeeze your big cock as hard as this one does either."

"UUNNGGGHHH... GOD! That's for certain. Your pussy is like a vise... oooohhh... take it easy, Honey."

"Anyway, look who's complaining. You think I didn't see Greg Ralston lusting after your body?"

"He was just being friendly."

"Right... just some 'friendly' rubs over your ass while he had you on the dance floor. And some 'friendly' stares down your dress when you bent over to hand him his drink. And what happened when the two of you walked down to the lake?"

"You know what happened."

"Tell me."

"He talked to me."

"And?"

"And he said I was a beautiful, sensuous woman."

"He wants to fuck you."

"He does. A lot. He was hard as stone."

"Are you going to let him screw you?"

"No. Why should I waste time with him when I can have this fantastic cock up my cunt, Lover. UUUmmmmmmm... fuck me harder, Stud. Give it to me. I'm gonna cum again."

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A Year after Marriage:

In some ways, things had gotten even better for the Bartels. Both Sharla and Brice had been promoted, and their income had increased to even higher levels. Their circle of friends had expanded even further. The women were trying even harder to entice Brice between their thighs, and their husbands were working overtime in their attempts to get between Sharla's. 

In spite of all the success, the sexual intensity of their marriage had cooled considerably. Sharla realized that this was in the natural order of things, but it seemed to be decreasing far too fast. In one year, they had gone from fucking two or three times a day to three times a week. Even more alarming was the fact that the intensity of their couplings had decreased significantly. 

She checked her naked body out in her full-length mirror to see if she had put on any unsightly weight. She hadn't. At 22, she was, if anything, even more voluptuous than she had been the night she first saw Brice. For his part, Brice worked out daily in the gym so that his muscles were even more finely toned than before, if that were possible. He hadn't put on an extra pound of weight. Nor did either of them seem to be working too hard. 

It was a Monday morning. Brice and Sharla were in their bedroom getting dressed for another day at their respective jobs. 

Sharla had already put on her panties, bra, and heels and was standing in the walk-in closet selecting a blouse and skirt for the day. Brice wore only his jockey briefs.

"Are you going to wear stockings today?" he asked.

"No. I thought it looked sexier to go without them. Would you like for me to put some on?"

"No. I think you're right. Your bare legs in those heels look very hot. But I want you to take off your bra."

"Whatever you say, Lover," his wife replied with a sexy smile.

When her bra was off and her big tits were jiggling as she walked about their bedroom, she asked, "This what you want, Lover? You want me naked? Back in bed?"

"That's perfect. I love your tits. We don't' have time to fuck now. Just finish getting dressed, but leave the bra off."

Sharla selected a blue blouse and matching skirt and put them on over her panties and heels. The skirt didn't quite cover her knees, but it was perfectly appropriate for work wear as was her blouse. However, without a bra, her prominent nipples atop her large breasts made sizable dents in the blouse. Whenever she moved about the room, their bounce made it obvious that she was braless.

As they ate breakfast, Sharla noticed Brice couldn't tear his eyes away from her tits. "God! You look terrific!"

"Do you really want me to go to work like this? No bra... tits bouncing? Every guy there will know my tits are naked under the blouse. Are you Ok with that?"

Brice was carrying the dishes to the sink. Sharla saw that her husband sported a massive erection. "I guess he really likes it. Do you?"

"I love it. Will you?"

"Of course. Giving every guy in the office a hard-on. What's not to like." She kissed him hard and was out the door.

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By 11:00 AM, three men had already asked Sharla to have lunch with them. She had begged off citing a lot of additional work that she had to finish, but then Greg Ralston approached her.

"I have reservations for two at the Hilton for lunch. Will you join me?"

"You just don't give up, do you?" Sharla laughed.

"Never. Particularly when you look like you do today. I can't believe it. You're naked under that blouse, aren't you? It's driving me up the wall. Say 'yes'!"

"Ok. Yes."

When they were in the Hilton lobby, Greg said, "Just a moment. I've made two different reservations here. One is for a table for two in the dining room. The other is for a hotel room. I would much rather take you to the hotel room than to lunch. You lead the way... either to the dining room or to the front desk."

"I've got a great husband, Greg. Why do you think I would cheat on him?"

"Variety, perhaps. I've got a great girl friend too, but Margo has been interested in Brice for just as long as I've been interested in you. I'm not asking you to divorce Brice. Those big, beautiful, braless breasts suggest that variety must have some appeal to you as well as to me."

"Everyone likes variety, Greg. In every thing. I'm no exception, but I'm not cheating on Brice. Let's have lunch."

After they had eaten and were back in Greg's car, he turned to Sharla and said, "You've got to know how disappointed I am. You've been teasing me for months, but today, when you came to work with no bra and let those beauties bounce in front of my face, I thought it was my day to get lucky."

"Sorry, but I never promised you anything," Sharla said with a smile.

"I know, but the at the very least you should let me see them."

"I guess that's fair," she said reaching for the buttons of her blouse.

A moment later, she had her blouse opened and spread wide. Both large tits thrust out into the open, firm, solid, inviting.

"Jezzz... you don't have breasts, Sharla. You have two huge cannons on your chest."

"I think you like my tits, Greg."

"I love them!" His hands reached out, half expecting Sharla to pull away. Instead, she moved closer, pulling her shoulders back and thrusting both tits toward him.

"Feel me," she whispered.

Greg's hands cupped... then circled both thrusting mounds... hefting them. 

"They're huge. Move closer."

"Like this?"

"Yes... just like that. Cup them. Hold them up."

She leaned forward, holding her tits out to his lips.

"AAAahhhhhhhhhh.. your lips feel so hot on my nipples."

Then, a moment later: "Oooohhh... not so hard... aaaahhhhhh... noo... no! Don't stop. Do it more... more!!"

"Uuunngghhh... harder... pinch my nipples harder, Greg!"

"Like this, Baby?"

"AAaaahhhhhhh... yesssssssss... just like that! Pull them... ooohhh please... pull them hard... AAAaaaiii... oohh fuckkkkk!!"

Quickly Greg unzipped his pants and extracted his rigid, 7-inch, steel hard cock. The bloated head was wet with his precum... a short strand hanging from the tip. 

Sharla stared at the randy male rising up over her... his cock a rigid spike of lust. She felt her pussy throb when she heard his voice: "Turn toward me! Cup them! Hold them up for me! I'm going to cream you... cream your big tits."

Sharla scooted around in the seat so that she faced him. He was on his knees towering over her... his hand flashing up and down the rigid shaft as he pointed the bloated, purple head directly at her big waiting mounds. 

"Are you ready for my load, Sharla?"

"Ohhh yes... Cream me... CREAM MY TITS... CUM ALL OVER THEM!" she shouted.

An instant later, a huge, thick, white stream fired at her right tit... drenching it. The next gush hit her chest and then ran in a thick river of cum down into her cleavage. Greg switched his aim to her left breast. The third cum jet fired out and coated that tit. Two more followed in rapid succession, the first splattering over her chest, the second hitting her nipple where the load formed a cum rope that dangled in the air.

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"Did anyone notice your new, exotic look today, Honey?" Brice asked that evening as they cuddled on the couch. He had already opened Sharla's blouse and had both big, naked tits out, caressing them and teasing their hardened nipples. 

"MMMmmmmmm... not more than a dozen guys."

"And?"

"And, they liked what they saw. They all wanted to see more, I think."

"I'm sure they did. Did any of them get hard?"

"It was hard to tell. I think Jack Lansing did and I know Greg Ralston did."

"How do you know that for sure?"

"Because I went to lunch with him at the Hilton. He had made both lunch reservations in the dining room and a reservation for a room in the hotel. He asked me to forget lunch and go up to the hotel room with him for sex. His pants were bulging with his hard on."

"Really? How big is he?"

"At least 7 or 8 inches... maybe more."

"Did you go? Did he fuck you?"

"Of course not! I don't cheat on you, Honey. Ever! But..."

"But what?"

"After we were back in the car, I did open my blouse and let him see my tits. He was begging me to let him see them. Are you angry?"

"All he did was look?"

"Well... not quite. He did a little more. MMmmmmm... you're hard aren't you? Oh, I love that! Fuck me, Honey. Fuck your hot slutty wife."

"First tell me what Greg did."

"I opened my blouse and let him see my tits. He got sooo hard. He begged me to take off my blouse completely... so I did. Then he felt me... particularly my nipples. They got so hard when he did that... He wanted to jerk off and cum on them."

"Did you let him?"

"I was so hot, Honey. It was just so hot... he had my tits out... his cock was out and it was hard... so damn hard. A big rope of cum was even hanging from the head. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. He was very forceful... just ordered me... didn't ask me... just ordered me to cup my tits and get ready for his big cum load. My pussy was throbbing. I couldn't stop him. I was just helpless. I'm so sorry. Are you furious?"

"No, but I'm hard. Did you cum when he shot all over your tits?"

"I couldn't help it. When that huge load of cum splattered all over my tits, my pussy just exploded. I'm so damn hot right now, Brice. I need it. Please. Fuck me! Get on me! Get in me! I NEED TO BE FUCKED... NOW!!"

-----------

The next morning, Sharla slipped on her panties after her shower, but before she put on a bra, she asked Brice. "Do I go braless again today, Honey?"

"Yes. Today and everyday from now on. No more bras until I tell you differently."

"Whatever you say, Darling. But you know the men are all going to try to have sex with me. And Greg is going to want a repeat with extras. Are you Ok with that?"

"Oh yes. It turns me on to know that they all want what I have but they can't have."

==============

Another Four Months Later:

After Sharla began going braless, sex with Brice quickly picked back up to once or twice a day. Every time Brice fucked his wife with intensity, usually putting at least two loads into her while she was having several orgasms. 

However, as the saying goes, all good things come to an end and after four months, the frequency and intensity of sex between them once more began to subside. It became obvious that twice a day sex was essentially impossible to sustain without additional sexual stimulation. The stimulation that was most effective for Brice was knowing and seeing his gorgeous wife turning on other men. Fortunately, that also seemed to be the thing that excited Sharla the most as well.

Sharla had just finished bathing and was in her closet selecting her outfit for the day. 

"Don't you have an important marketing meeting today with a prospective client?" Brice asked. 

"Yeah. Jacobson is considering switching to us as his computer and communications supplier for his firm. I'm meeting with him today. I'm supposed to fill him in on all the details after which he'll meet with Postmen, he's a senior vice president, to discuss possible pricing arrangements."

"Wear one of the tight dresses you got at Victoria's."

"Don't you think that might be too much?"

"Jacobson's a guy isn't he? He'll love it, and you'll close the deal for your firm."

"Ok, Honey. Whatever you say."

Sharla laid a tight sheathe and a pair of heels on the bed, sat down and pulled on the patterned reddish-brown, stockings. She bent over to get some panties from her bottom dresser drawer. While bent over, her cunt on display, she looked back at her randy husband who was staring between her legs.

"Like what you see, Lover?"

"Oh yes. It looks hot and wet. Forget the panties. Wear the dress with nothing underneath."

"Oh god! I'll be so excited, it will be hard to even talk. He may figure out that I'm not wearing any panties."

"He might figure it out or he might not. But he will certainly be wondering if you're wearing panties. You've got to know the thought is gonna get him hard. No panties."

"All right, Lover. No panties."

Brice watched as his wife dressed. As she slipped her second pump on her foot, she rested her left calf on her right knee. The position exposed her naked pussy. Brice's cock surged to full erection as he stared between his wife's thighs. 

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The men at her office had grown accustomed to seeing Sharla braless, but the tight sheathe was something new. That, coupled with he unrestrained bounce of her big tits, had them all staring.

The same was true for Jacobson. 

When Postman brought him to Sharla's office for the briefing, both men did a double take. To enhance the effect, Sharla rose, moved around to the front of her desk, and extended her hand to Jacobson in greeting. He shook her hand, but his eyes never left her body. He was having trouble deciding whether to concentrate on her delectable ass, her gorgeous legs, or her big, bouncing tits. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. There was no telltale outline of a bra and her tits swung freely when she walked. 

"I'll be in my office when you finish briefing Dwain on the details of the services and the equipment we can provide. Please escort him there when you finish, Sharla."

"I will, Mr. Postman. It will take 30 minutes to an hour depending on how much detail Mr. Jacobson wants at this point."

When Postmen left, Sharla turned to face Jacobson with a big smile. She crossed her legs exposing part of one thigh. "I assume you've read the material I sent. Is that correct, Mr. Jacobson?"

"Yes it is. I've read it very carefully... and please, call me Dwain."

"Why thank you, Dwain. Mr. Postman will be discussing prices, but with respect to performance, I'm sure you already recognize that our communication equipment is more modern, more versatile, and, I think, most importantly, more user-friendly than the line you are currently using, which is rather out of date, I'm afraid."

Jacobson nodded and said, "I would certainly have to agree. If the price is right, we probably have a deal." His eyes were riveted on her tits.

"As for our computational equipment, the story is the pretty much the same. The processor speeds are superior to the line you are using; the hard disk and RAM storage space is greater. There are more ports for configuration with external devices. The CD drive read and write speeds are greater, and the software has been specially tailored to your needs."

The eyes were now on Sharla's thighs. They almost seemed to be trying to force her legs apart so he see her core. She felt her vagina gushing under his intense stare, and without panties, she was very nervous that she would wet the back of her dress. She tried to calm herself to stem the flow, but had little success. 

"At this point, I'm very satisfied with the equipment's specifications and performance. But after I hear about price from Mr. Postman, I may need more detail about how much bang I'm getting for the buck. I like to get as much bang as I can. If the need arises, could you have dinner with me at the Marriott if I need more information?"

"Well... I'm married."

"I know. There's no way a beautiful woman like yourself could possible be single. So? Dinner?"

"I... I don't know... I would... I would have to check with my... eh... my husband."

"Of course. If I think I need additional information, I'll tell Postman and he can alert you. You can provide me with your answer then. If he says nothing, then I will have concluded that I have all the information I will need."

"That will be fine, Dwain. Let me show you the way to his office."

"Lead the way. I'll follow you."

As Sharla walked down the corridor to Postman's office, she could feel Jacobson's eyes locked onto her swinging ass. She knew he would now be able to easily check for panty lines and see that there were none. Then he would know that her pussy was naked under the dress. Her wetness trickled down her thighs. 

As she expected, Postman came back to her office an hour later to inform her that Jacobson felt he needed her to go over the specifications with him again now that he knew the costs. "He told me that you had agreed to have dinner with him at his hotel this evening to give him whatever he needs."

"He asked me to go over the details over dinner, yes."

"Whatever. Just be certain that he's satisfied. I don't think I need remind you that this is a multi-million dollar deal."

"No, Sir. I'm aware of the size of the deal."

"Good. Be certain he gets whatever he needs. Do you understand? He suggested 8 PM."

Sharla nodded, and Postman added. "If you get Jacobson to sign tomorrow, there'll be a very, very nice bonus and a possible promotion for you."

After work that evening, Sharla related the entire conversation to Brice. When she finished, she looked at him and asked, "What do think I should do? It's obvious that he has no interest in the specifications for the equipment. He already has all of those details. If I do go to his hotel and get him to sign, Postman has essentially promised me a big bonus and a promotion to assistant vice-president."

"Of course he's not interested in equipment specifications," Brice agreed. "He's interested in you."

"Well... should I call Postman and tell him I'm ill and can't make dinner?"

"He'll fire you, you know. If not that, it'll be a cold day in hell before you ever get another raise or promotion."

"If I go, he's going to fuck me... you know that."

"I'm sure he will... at least, I certainly would."

"I might have to spend the entire night in his room... are you really all right with that?"

"It turns me on... you know that, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll go with you to dinner and you can discuss the 'specifications' he has no interest in, but he will have to pretend that he does. When you're finished, we thank him and leave.

"The real question is, 'Do you want to do it... knowing that he's going to fuck you and also knowing that he knows that you know that you're going to be fucked?"

Sharla finally whispered... "yes."

"Yes what?" Brice asked. "Speak up!"

"Yes... I want to go. I want to have dinner with him."

"And?"

"And let him fuck me. As many times as he wants."

"Call me on your cell phone when you're leaving, and I'll pick you up. I don't want you out late at night."

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Sharla had brought her briefcase full of all the specifications for the communication and computer equipment even though she knew they wouldn't be needed. It was just for show. 

She had changed clothes into a sexy red dress, red heels and matching hose. Underneath, she wore a pink teddy that covered her tits but not her cunt. She wore no panties. 




Pandora's Box



During dinner, Jacobson never once mentioned the specifications on the equipment. Sharla thought he did this so that it would be very clear to her that his interest was in her and what was under her dress, not in equipment specifications. 

"I like your dress... I like it a lot, Sharla. You're an incredibly beautiful woman... but more importantly than being beautiful, you're incredibly sensuous and sexy. But I'm sure you already know that, don't you?"

"A lot of men have told me that, so I guess I do know it, Dwain."

"Did you tell your husband you were having dinner with me tonight?"

"Of course I did. I told him you had said that you might want more information about the equipment specifications now that you have been informed of the potential cost."

"And did he believe that?"

"No. He didn't."

"What did he believe, Sharla?"

"He thought you were interested in something else beside equipment specifications. In fact, he said he would be."

"What else?"

"Sex."

"That's the way he put it? Really?"

"Well... not quite."

"Tell me."

"He said you would want to fuck me."

"But he told you to come anyway?"

"No. He told me it was up to me... that he would support any decision I made."

"MMmmm... impressive. Impressive indeed! You have a very wise husband, Sharla. Many men would just scream and protest... thereby throwing away entire careers and success. Well... enough of this. How was your dinner?"

"Delicious. Thank you. And the wine was superb as well."

"I think you were naked under your dress in your office this afternoon, Sharla. Were you?"

"Yes."

"Just for me?"

"It's probably best if I say yes, but the truth is that I've stopped wearing bras to work several months ago and stopped wearing panties a few days ago."

"Why?"

"My husband doesn't permit me to wear bras and panties to work."

"And tonight?"

"I'm wearing a pink teddy and stockings but no panties. 

"Let's go up to my room so you can show me. Shall we?"

"I'll follow you," Sharla said with a smile. 

"You know that I'm going to fuck you, don't you?"

"I would hope so. I hope you haven't gotten me this wet and then intend to leave me hanging."

"Don't worry. I intend to screw you several times tonight."

"Promises... promises. Shall we go?"

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When they were in Jacobson's suite, he said, "We've got a lot of time. Not need to rush. I think I'll just let you simmer in your juices for a bit. Come out onto the patio. The view is spectacular."

Leaning against the railing, Sharla looked out over the city. As Jacobson had promised, the view was indeed spectacular. However, he was far more interested in the view of her legs and ass that her bent over position was providing.

To himself, he thought, "God... What a piece of ass she is. Fantastic. I think I'm going to be needing her consulting services on the equipment a lot in the future. 

"You're right. The view is fantastic," Sharla commented with a smile. "But your attention seems to be elsewhere."

"Of course it is. Scenery is pretty; your legs and ass are gorgeous."

"I'm glad you think so, Dwain."

"Take a seat and let's sex chat a bit. Does that bother you?"

"That would be sort of silly don't you think? Being offended at talking about sex when we both know that you're going to be fucking me soon."

Dwain sat down opposite her. "You still haven't proven that you're not wearing panties, Sharla. Let me see your pussy while we chat."

It was an order, not a request. Sharla felt her vagina throb wetting her thighs still further. She crossed her left leg over her right knee. The position opened her thighs and exposed her mound and the very thin strip of pubic hair she had recently permitted to grow at Brice's request. 

Jacobson's eyes bored into her exposed cunt. It throbbed again. She could smell the musky aroma of her arousal and wondered if he could. "Convinced?" she asked.

"Completely. How many other men have fucked you since you were married, Sharla?"

"None."

The response both shocked and excited Jacobson. His cock hardened at the thought. "Is that the truth? A woman as sensuous and beautiful as you and no male has been in you other than your husband?"

"That's right. You'll be the first."

"Why?"

"My husband hasn't suggested that I do it before. Tonight, he did."

"Did that bother you?"

"No. It excited me. I like sex... a lot!"

"How about before you were married? Were you a virgin when you first met Brice?"

"No."

"How many?"

"One boy in high school. But we only did it one time."

"So, when I fuck you, it will be only your third cock? Actually, for all practical purposes, only your second."

"Yes. If I had known how good it can be, I would have had more."

"Is your ass available if I should want to use it?"

"Please use lubrication... otherwise I can't cum while you're giving it to me."

"Open the top of your dress. I want to see your tits."

Sharla grinned. "I thought you'd never ask." Her fingers quickly opened the top buttons of her dress and pulled it wide. The pink teddy covered her breasts, but it was a simple matter to pull the top down. A moment later, her left breast was exposed. She pinched the nipple showing Dwain how hard it was. 

"Fantastic. Every part of you is fantastic. Big, firm, thrusting tits with big nipples. You've gotten me so hard, I can't believe it."

"You're supposed to get hard when a woman shows you her body... particularly when they both know they'll soon be fucking."

"Take off the dress. Now!"

"Out here on the patio?"

"Yes. Right here."

Sharla opened the rest of the buttons and let the dress fall to the floor. Without being asked, she jerked the teddy down and exposed both of her tits for Dwain. 

"Shit... what a pair you have! But I can't see that delicious cunt, Sharla. Just a moment."

Jacobson retreated into the suite and returned a moment later holding a large, ribbed vibrator. "Open your legs and masturbate for me."

Sharla slid lower in her chair until her ass was hanging off the seat's edge. She looked directly into Jacobson's eyes and said, "Watch me do it for you, Lover."

As his eyes bored into the V between her thighs, Sharla lifted her legs up...up... up until her heels were above her head. She spread them wide completely exposing the open, wet hole of her cunt. "Put it in for me, Lover, and then watch me fuck my hot pussy with it."

Sharla continued to masturbate with the vibrator getting closer and closer to orgasm. "Ohhh... I'm almost there, Dwain. Get close and watch me cum."



However, just before her pussy exploded, Jacobson pulled her to her feet and led her into the suite. "I want you to cum on my cock... not on a vibrator, Sharla." Leading her over to the wet bar, he poured them both a glass of wine and then said, "Take off your clothes! You know what I want to see."



As Sharla stripped, she kept her eyes on Jacobson, who was also removing his clothes. When his shorts came down, she was with pleasure that he was fully erect and appeared to be incredibly hard. His 6-inch dick was sticking straight up in the air. She couldn't suppress a moan. "MMMmmmmmmmm... your cock looks delicious, Darling. I can't wait to feel it inside me."



"It's just average," he said.



"Average length... yes. Average hardness... no way! That is one stone-hard sex spike, Lover. Big is nice, but HARD is what counts with a woman. Come over here and skewer me with that spike, Stud!"



Looking over her naked body... her big, firm thrusting tits... her mound bare except for a small 'landing strip'... gorgeous hips and delicious legs, Jacobson's cock jerked and seemed to become even harder. 

"You've got an absolutely incredible body! Lie down on the divan and spread wide for me. Let me see all of it!" Sharla grinned and lay down on the divan on her side. She raised her left leg and spread wide to completely expose her shaved cunt. 

"Is this Ok? Am I spread wide enough?"

"You're pure cunt, Sharla. Turn over. Get on your hands and knees and show me your hot ass."

Sharla did as Jacobson ordered. Once she was in position, she thrust her ass toward him being careful to keep her knees wide so her cunt would be fully exposed as well. 

"I need cock, Lover. Come on! Cock Me, Stud!"

"Get on the bed... Hurry!"

Stretching out on the bed, Sharla greeted Jacobson's arrival by lifting and spreading her legs wide for him. His head moved between her gaping thighs until his eyes were no more than a few inches from her wet, pulsing vagina. He saw that her labia were swollen and flanged open. Her erect clitoris protruded from its protective hood. 

Leaning forward, Jacobson blew gently on the turgid organ. Sharla's cunt throbbed in response causing a low, sensuous moan to erupt. Again, he blew his warm breath across her pulsing clitoris. This time, her hips lifted upward, her thighs opened wider in response. Sharla's hips were quivering... up and down... in small fuck motions... desperately trying to entice the tongue into her hot sex slot.

Seeing how desperate the woman was, Jacobson generously gave her what she wanted. Slowly, he pushed his tongue in the opening of the married woman's cunt. Sharla moaned... her hips arched... her mouth opened... "Ooohhh... yesss... Do me! Do me!"

The tongue swiped all the way up her throbbing sex trench, separating the swollen lips as it went. They opened and pushed aside easily to make room for what their owner wanted. When the tongue reached the top of her gaping slot, male lips covered and captured the waiting, engorged clitoris. The thrashing brunette groaned. Jacobson sucked it gently, rotating his tongue around and around the hard, erect shaft. The intensity of the sensation caused shrieks of female pleasure to fill the hotel suite. 

Sharla's long, drawn out "AAAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh" was followed by a series of uncontrolled, totally unladylike gasps and grunts. The cunt around Jacobson's tongue exploded in an intense orgasm. The pulsing clitoris buried in his mouth contracted and danced wildly, each pulsation sending waves of pleasure through the length of Sharla's vagina that radiated upward into her belly causing those muscles to spasm in response to her throbbing clitoris. 

Shoving his hands beneath her ass, Jacobson held the woman in place as his tongue and lips continued to stroke her clitoris, which had retreated into its hood in an attempt to escape the exquisite torture. She bellowed and pleaded for him to stop... to let her rest... 

"Ooohhh... can't stand it... oohhh... please... no more... no more... ugh aaahhhhhhh... oohh stop... stop!"

He held her cunt in position and lashed his tongue over the tip of her throbbing clitoris. Just when Sharla thought she couldn't possibly stand anymore, she felt herself rising to another orgasm. Instantly, her powerful thighs clamped around Jacobson's head locking him in place. She squeezed harder and harder.

"Don't stop. DON'T YOU DARE STOP, YOU BASTARD! LICK IT. MAKE ME CUM... OOOHHH FUCK! HARDER!"

Jacobson began to panic. He could hardly breathe. The woman kept pulling his face deeper and deeper into the folds of her cunt. Her juices were flooding his face, squirting into his open mouth... into his nostrils. Her thighs had him locked in a death grip as she surged toward another orgasm. Unable to break free, he frantically worked his tongue and lips harder and faster... desperately trying to make her cum again before he lost consciousness. 

Then, just before he passed out, he felt the huge gush of her juices pouring out as the pulsing cunt erupted in a huge climax. As the orgasm engulfed her, her legs collapsed to the bed and Jacobson was able to free himself. Gratefully, he sucked air into his tortured lungs. When he had caught his breath, he pushed his face back into the still-throbbing cunt and swiped his tongue up and down the length of her slit. Instantly, her hips surged upward against his mouth, her hands squeezing her big tits. 

The sight of Sharla's big tits heaving up and down on her chest and her swollen labia flanged wide open exposing the wet, pulsing interior of her cunt once again hardened his prick in a rigid spike. Throwing himself onto the gasping woman, he shoved his arms beneath her splayed legs and levered them up into the air.

Moving forward into her saddle, he pushed her legs back against her heaving tits to completely open her pulsing fuck hole. 

"I'm going to fuck you now, Sharla."

"I know... ooohhh... I know!"

"You do want it, don't you?"

"Yes. Give it to me!"

"I didn't hear your answer." Jacobson said firmly, "If you want this cock in your cunt you have to ask for it the way a hot woman asks a man for his cock."

"Yes!!" Sharla gasped. "Please! I want your cock in my cunt fucking me. Please! Put it in my married pussy!"

Jacobson moved his hips forward. The rigid shaft touched Sharla's labia. Slowly, he worked the head up and down the hot, throbbing sex slit. "Ready for cock number three?"

"AAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"

"Answer me! Are you ready?"

"I'm ready! I'M READY!!"

The turgid head entered her hole. Both the man and the woman groaned with the intense pleasure of the entry. The wet folds of the clinging cunt around his shaft sent waves of pleasure through Jacobson. The incredibly hard male shaft stretching her vagina open was electrifying to Sharla. Both moaned with wild excitement. 

Two more inches sank into the waiting female hole. Sharla's body quivered and trembled. Jacobson's cock throbbed and jerked inside the tight vagina. With three inches of cock inside her pussy, Jacobson stopped moving. Slowly, he flexed his organ causing it to expand and jerk against the walls of her sex channel. 

The sensation was exquisite. Sharla's eyes widened, wild with her mounting excitement. Still Jacobson did not move his prick inside her waiting, eager cunt hole. 

"Please," came her whispered moan. Jacobson still waited, his cock continuing to flex and throb within her channel. 

"Please!" Sharla sobbed breathlessly. "Please fuck me!"

Jacobson grinned and fed her waiting vagina another inch of his cock before stopping yet again. As soon as he stopped, Sharla began to beg him to give it to her... to fuck her. Her passionate moans filled the hotel room as intense, uncontrollable spasms surged through her cunt. 

"DAMN YOU! I NEED YOUR COCK IN ME! FUCK ME WITH IT. FILL MY CUNT... PLEASE!"

Grunting with intense male pleasure, Jacobson drove his hips against Sharla's sex saddle as he thrust forward. The steel-hard sex gun shot into her pussy to a loud cry of female excitement and sexual bliss. Sharla's back arched; her hips driving upward to receive the hard shaft deep inside her eager hole. 

Jacobson released her legs and thrust his hands beneath her ass to lift her cunt into better fucking position. At the same time as he began to fuck her with hard driving strokes, she wrapped her strong legs around her lover's waist and pulled him into her cunt. Every time he slammed into her, she used her legs to thrust her hips upward to take his full length inside her trembling body. 

Brice's wife started moving with the stud buried inside her cunt. Her hips repeatedly thrust upward as Jacobson rammed his throbbing shaft downward into the wet, eager hole. Sharla's cries of passion filled the room... loud, screaming shrieks of feminine delight. 

Jacobson increased the speed and force of the fucking he was giving the thrashing housewife. The cock was now thudding into her so hard it made Sharla's entire body jerk. The motion caused her big tits to fly back and forth on her chest in time to the fucking Jacobson was giving her. Suddenly, she erupted in an intense climax. Her sex hole clamped around the male shaft hammering in and out in a futile attempt to keep it embedded deep inside. 

Without pausing to allow the moaning housewife's orgasm to ebb, Jacobson drove his cock into her even harder, fucking Sharla at a furious pace. With her pussy still in the throes of an intense climax, the rapid motion of cock over her G-spot coupled with the intense sensations every time his pubic bone banged against her engorged clitoris drove Sharla straight into a series of continuous orgasms. Unintelligible shrieks of ecstasy exploded from her lungs as her hips gyrated and thrashed with wild abandon on the bed. 

Jacobson felt her vagina contracting around his cock in repeated intense spasms. The sensation drove him wild. As his sperm rose up from his balls and mixed with the semen gushing from his prostate, he roared like a fiend and rammed his prick harder and harder into the woman's throbbing sex hole. 

"I'm cumming! I'm shooting it innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" he bellowed as his load rocketed into the depths of her cunt, drenching the opening of her womb. As he emptied his balls into her, Brice's wife erupted once again. 

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It was sometime in the middle of the night when Sharla felt herself being rolled over onto her stomach. She was so exhausted from the furious sex earlier in the evening that she did little more than groan before attempting to go back to sleep. 

It was not to be... at least not yet. A moment later, she felt her hips being lifted and her knees pushed beneath her hips. Slowly, she awakened sufficiently to realize that Jacobson had her hips high in the air while her head was still on the bed. She felt his body behind her, pressing against her buttocks. 

"Ooohhhh god... you're going to fuck me again. Let's wait until morning... please."

"We'll do it in the morning too," he whispered. "But right now, my cock is hard as stone from feeling your naked body beside me. I've got to fuck you. Spread your knees wider and reach back and open yourself. Do it!"

Squirming about in the bed, Sharla managed to move her knees apart. She lay there waiting.

"Do what I told you! Reach back and spread yourself." Leaning forward, Jacobson grasped both of her wrists and pulled her arms up and back until he had her hands on the cheeks of her upthrust ass. Pressing her hands tight to her cheeks, he moved her hands outwards. The motion began to spread her ass crease open. When he had it partially open, he released Sharla's hands and watched in satisfaction as she continued the movement that spread her cheeks wide.

When her cunt and assholes were both fully exposed, he fitted his cock into the maw of her gaping cunt that was still stretched from the previous intense fucking he had given her. She was so wet and open, his cock easily sank all the way into her. With the entire, thick six inches of cock filling her, Sharla felt her excitement rising in spite of her exhaustion. And when Jacobson began to fuck her with hard, full-length strokes, she forgot about being tired and began to gasp... then groan... then shriek as women do when being screwed by a hard male spike. 

Brice's wife came. Her cunt went into rapid, repeated contractions around the embedded male sex gun which immediately began to fire bursts of male cum into her waiting cunt hole. 

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The next night Brice fucked his wife like a man possessed as Sharla described how Jacobson had fucked her the previous night. The wildly excited husband had already pumped three huge loads of semen into his wife, but as soon as he would cum, Sharla would begin to describe something else about how she had been fucked, and Brice would quickly get hard again. 

"How many times did you cum?" he asked as his cock pounded in and out of her clasping cunt.

"Ugh... aaahhh... don't know... oooohhhh god... fuck meeee!"

"Tell me!" he demanded.

"Fifteen... twenty... sometimes... aaaahhhhhhhh... ooohhh... sometimes couldn't stop... ah! ah! ah! ... couldn't stop cumming."

"Jezzzzz!!!" Brice hammered himself all the way into his wife's hole. "Was that really the only cock you've had other then mine?"




Pandora's Box



"Oooohhh fuckkk meeeeeeeeeee!"

"Tell me!"

"Yes. First cock other than yours except for one guy in high school. Ugh ... ugh... ugh... got me drunk... ohhhhh god... I'm gonna cummmmm... fucked me one time. I'm cumminggggggggg!!!"

"Oh you hot Bitch. Take my big load, Slut!" Brice's sex gun shot several cum bullets into his wife's throbbing cunt.

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Several Months Later:

The Bartels continued to have sex twice a day for a month after Sharla had spent the night with Jacobson, but then, as before, the intense excitement of his wife's first extramarital sexual encounter ebbed. After that, Brice was fucking Sharla only seven or eight times a week. Soon, it decreased to four times. 

While Brice's level of sexual excitement was decreasing, Greg Ralston's was still high, which wasn't surprising considering that Sharla was still coming to work with no bra, and he had yet to get into her. If he had known that she wore no panties, he might have cum in his pants. 

Greg repeatedly tried to get Sharla to have lunch with him again. Of course, he was desperate to fuck her, but even if she would do no more than permit him to ejaculate over her big tits, it would be worth all the effort he was putting into seducing her. Despite his best efforts, Sharla continued to reject his advances. But finally Greg's persistence wore down Sharla's resistance. 

Approaching her during the morning break, Greg tried once again. "Sharla, Mario, Clay, Bob, and I are going out for Italian food for lunch. Four guys alone is not a lot of fun. Would you join us?"

The attention of four men was enough to excite any woman, and Sharla was no exception. "Not much can really happen in public," she thought. So, with a nod of her head, she accepted.

"Great! We're going to leave a little early... around 11:30 AM to give us more time. I'm picking everyone up in the front of the building."

At 11:25, Sharla found herself in the back seat of Greg's car seated between Mario and Bob with Clay riding in the front with Greg. They hadn't gone more than a half mile before she felt Bob's hand on her knee. She smiled but shook her head as she moved his hand away. But no sooner had she moved Bob's hand than she felt Mario's on her other knee. Turning toward him, she again smiled and once more moved the hand off her knee. As she did so, Bob's hand returned to her knee. 

It quickly became apparent that unless she demanded to be let out of the car, there was no way she was going to be able to keep the hands of the two randy males off her legs. Anyway, the hands felt good on her legs. As soon as she stopped pushing the hands off her legs, both men were slowly caressing her knees and below them to her calves. 

As Greg drove and Clay watched the action in the back seat, the hands slid down to the side of Sharla's legs where they gently squeezed and then started to stroke upwards in little circles. As she became increasingly aware of the slow rise of the hands over her knees and up her thighs. Sharla pressed her knees together. 

At the same time as she pressed her knees together, the two male hands forced her legs sufficiently apart to allow them to move onto the inside of her thighs just above her knee where they lightly stroked her, but did not move higher. Her excitement slowly increased until by the time they reached the restaurant, she was breathing deeply, almost panting. 

After the four of them ordered, Sharla now found herself between Grey and Clay, the men apparently taking turns with her. 

As soon as the waiter had left their table, she felt hands on both of her knees. Once more, she pressed her legs together, and once again, felt male hands forcing themselves onto the bare flesh of her thighs just above her knees. 

"Does this feel as good to you as it does it me?" Greg whispered in her ear. 

"Of course it feels good, but I'm married," Sharla whispered back somewhat breathlessly. 

"It would feel even better," Clay said softly on the other side of her, "if you would open your legs."

There was no mistaking what the men wanted; they wanted Brice's wife to open her legs so that they would have access to more of her body. For several minutes, Sharla resisted, but the hands continued stroking her... going as high as her closed legs would permit. Her excitement increased. When Mario bent over and boldly looked beneath the table at her legs, it rose to an even higher level. 

Unable to hold out against all four men, Sharla let her legs slide apart a little. Immediately, both Greg and Clay moved their exploring hands further up her inner thighs. They both exerted outward pressure, urging her to spread even wider. At first, she refused to yield. The men pressed more firmly, all the while continuing to stroke the thigh flesh available to them. With a deep sigh, Sharla gave up and spread herself until she was sitting at the table with her legs gaping wide as two male hands caressed her inner thighs... higher and higher and higher... slowly approaching her naked pussy. 

At this point, their food arrived, but while the exploring hands stopped, they never left her thighs as the waiter spread the food over the table. Another waiter brought bread and salad to the table along with olive oil and garlic. 

Throughout all this, Grey and Clay kept their hands on Sharla's thighs within a few inches of now gushing cunt. As soon as the waiters left, the caressing and stroking male hands once again began their journey toward their ultimate goal. Bob and Mario began to eat as did Greg and Clay, but much more slowly as their attention was elsewhere. 

Sharla also began to eat but then abruptly stopped when Greg slid his hand onto her shaved cunt and ran his fingers along the bare slit. 

"Damn!" he exclaimed. Then he lowered his voice and informed the other men, "She's not wearing panties."

When Sharla's eyes closed and she softly moaned, Mario asked, "Did you say something, Sharla?"

She opened her mouth to reply but at that instant, two fingers slipped inside her cunt, and the only sound that came out was "Fffffuckkkkkkkk....."

Clay's fingers had pushed into her wet pussy and were slowly moving in and out. At the same time, Greg's fingers were softly rubbing the swollen clit at the top of her sex slit. Helplessly, Sharla squirmed in her seat as her cunt and clit were pleasured. A woman at a neighboring table had begun watching her. She was fully aware of what the men were doing to make the attractive, young brunette's body squirm and jerk as it was doing. 

Every man at the table could already smell the musky aroma of Sharla's excited cuntal juices filling the air. She knew it would be only a few moments before her scent reached the next table where the woman watched her approaching a climax. The aroma increased when both men inserted fingers into the gushing pussy under their hands and began to simultaneously finger fuck the trembling woman.

Sharla was about to cum. She was so close. All four men and the woman at the next table knew they could bring her off whenever they chose to do so. But they kept her right on the edge. When her passion would ebb slightly, the fingers would once more strum her clitoris and slid in and out of her throbbing sex channel. She could no longer keep her hips still. At the next table, the woman pushed her hand between her thighs as she watched. 

At this point, Greg spoke softly to Sharla as his fingers continued to bring her tantalizingly closer and closer to climax.

"We're having a party at my house Saturday night. I want you and your husband to come."

Sharla shuddered right on the brink of climax. "I don't think... mmmmmmmm... don't think... ooohhhh... don't think he will ... aaahhh... will come."

"Yes he will. He has you come to work with no bra and no panties. He wants to see what happens. Ask him. Do you understand? Ask him!"

All Sharla could do at this point was nod. Her excitement was too high to allow her speak coherently. Three fingers now explored inside her throbbing vagina. Her clitoris was engorged, swollen, erect, pulsing. Each time a finger flicked it, her hips thrust forward in her chair. 

Sharla's breasts were heaving with her excited breathing. The woman at the next table now had her fingers on her own clitoris as she watched the incredibly erotic spectacle unfolding at the next table. She desperately hoped the men would make the brunette cum before they left. 

Bob and Mario had finished eating, and Grey and Clay were almost finished. Sharla, on the other hand, had hardly taken a bite. "Are you going to finish your lunch, Sharla?" Greg asked.

Again, all she could do was shake her head. What woman could possibly eat when she was hovering on the brink of an orgasm but not being allowed to cum. 

"Open up your blouse," Bob ordered. "Let's see how big they are."

Sharla's breath came in deep, labored gasps now. There was no way she could still her trembling fingers long enough to undo the buttons on her blouse. So, Greg helped her. With practiced ease, he slipped three buttons open and spread her blouse enough to expose half of her naked tits. At the next table, the woman felt her vagina contracting when she saw that the brunette wore no bra. She wondered if she wore panties or if the men had just pulled them to one side.

The men dropped money on the table for the bill and the tip and started to rise when a voice at the next table stopped them. "Finish her! Please! I want to see her cum," the 40-ish blonde whispered just loud enough for the men to hear. 

Immediately, Bob and Mario moved to the other table on either side of the blonde. She made no effort to resist when she felt their hands between her thighs. She spread wider to give them access. Mario quickly pulled her panties aside and Bob's fingers stroked her clitoris. The woman's hips began to thrust right along with Sharla's.

Greg had Sharla's clit trapped between two fingers as he worked them up and down the throbbing shaft while Clay finger fucked her spasming cunt hole. At the same time, Bob jacked the blonde's clit while Mario slipped three fingers in and out of her cunt. 

"Are you ready to cum, Sharla?" Greg asked.

For an answer, Sharla's mouth opened and her body shuddered uncontrollably. Looking across at the next table, Greg said softly to the gyrating woman, "Are you ready to cum, Honey?" Like Sharla, the blonde could only nod. 

"All right, Gentlemen," Greg intoned. "On the count of three."

"One." Fingers flew over the two throbbing clits.

"Two." Three fingers probed each cunt deeply.

"Three!" Six fingers rammed all the way into the two contracting cunts while Greg and Bob pinched the two exploding clits. Both women had to bite their knuckles to avoid screaming as their orgasms engulfed their throbbing pussies. 

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On the way back to work, the men again traded places. This time, Mario and Bob wasted no time. Before they were halfway back, Sharla's clitoris was in the throes of another intense climax. Her legs were shaky when she emerged from the car, but she did manage to stand without falling. 

"Remember! Ask your husband to bring you to my house tomorrow night at 8 PM. It's going to be a great party!"

===========

Greg had been correct about Brice's reaction to the invitation from Greg to attend a party on Saturday night.

"Sounds great. Let's go."

"Have I made it clear what's going to happen?" his wife asked. "Those four guys finger fucked me and made me cum in a restaurant Friday at lunch. You know if we go to Greg's party, they're all going to fuck me."

"With me there? I doubt it, but if they do, just think how hot it will be."

"It's not going to make them any difference whether you there or not. They finger fucked me in a public restaurant while they were doing a woman at the next table. If we go, I'm going to be gang banged, Honey. Are you Ok with that?"

"Would you enjoy it?"

"Probably. I had two intense orgasms with them at lunch on Friday." Sharla could see her husband's prick throbbing in his pants when she told him this. 

"You think that all four of them would fuck you?"

"I doubt that they'll draw straws. They all finger fucked me at lunch. I'm sure they will all fuck me if we go."

"Oh god! Just thinking about that has me so damn hard I can't believe it."

"Then you're ok with that? No problems? No jealousy or anything?"

"I'm fine if you are."

"You're certain?"

"Let's go!"

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When Sharla emerged from her bedroom Saturday night around 7:30 PM, she wearing a long raincoat that was buttoned from top to bottom. Brice was shocked to see her in the baggy garment.

"Is that what you're going to wear? I expected something more erotic and sexy."

"Really? You want your wife to look hot and ready?"

"Oh yeah," Brice breathed excitedly. 

"Maybe something more like this?" Sharla unbuttoned the raincoat and tossed it aside. "Do you like this better?"

Underneath the raincoat, all she wore was a pink teddy, pink bikini panties, and 5-inch, plastic, fuck-me heels. The teddy exposed almost half of her big tits and ended at her navel. The nearly transparent, pink panties covered her pussy and part of her ass. The rest of her body was exposed. 

"My god! You look like the whore of Babylon," Brice exclaimed. 

"Is it too much? Should I change?"

"Hell no! You look delicious."

"Honey, are you absolutely certain that you're ok with this? Those four guys are going to strip me and fuck me. You know that. Do you want to call and cancel? If you do, it's fine with me."

Brice shook his head. "Come on. Let's go. I'm already hard as a rock just looking at you."

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Sharla and Brice were the last ones to arrive at the party. Before entering the house, Sharla once again turned to her husband and asked, "Are you sure you're all right with this? This is your last chance to change your mind."

"It's fine. How many times do I have to tell you?"

As soon as they entered, Brice was both surprised and shocked. First, instead of four men, there were six. In addition to Greg, Mario, Clay, and Bob, apparently Greg had also invited to other men whom he did not know. Later on, Greg introduced them as Alex and Miguel, two old college buddies of his.

Secondly, Sharla was the only woman present. He had assumed that other couples would be present. Instead, it was obviously going to be a gang bang of his wife. 

There was an open wet bar available, and soft music already filled the room. Greg quickly introduced Sharla and Brice to Alex and Miguel and told them to help themselves to the bar and the snacks spread out on the dining room table. 

All the men looked with displeasure at Sharla's raincoat. "I hope there's something sexier under that coat," Greg commented. 

"There is," she grinned.

"Let's see," came a voice from the other side of the room. 

Sharla quickly slipped the buttons of the coat open and let it garment fall to the floor. "Damn, Woman!" Alex exclaimed, unable to restrain his amazement at Sharla's gorgeous body and the way the teddy and panties exposed it. 

As the men were gaping at his wife, Brice decided to take Greg up on his offer of drinks and snacks. The excited comments of the men filled the room while Brice was busy filling his plate and a glass with vodka and tonic. From the den, he heard Clay's voice:

"Come on, Baby. Turn around so we can all see that big hot ass. Oh yes! Like that! Just like that!"

Then another voice that Brice thought belonged to Miguel said, "Slot your panties, Honey. Pull'em up into your hot ass crack... Oh fuck yes! Now bend over and shove that sexy ass back at me."

When Brice walked back into the den, he saw his wife in exactly the posture Miguel had ordered. Sharla had the pink panties pulled deep into her ass crack so that they just seemed to disappear. She was bent over with her hands on her ass cheeks, which she was thrusting back at the six pairs of male eyes that were locked onto the crevice of her ass. 

"Shake that hot ass, Baby," came the command from Bob. 

Immediately, Brice saw his wife begin to undulate her hips as she moved around the room so that each man in turn was treated to a close up view of her gyrating ass. Each time she stopped in front of a man, she executed several coital thrusts right him. Each thrust brought her cunt within inches of his face. 

As soon as she had made a complete circuit of all six men, Brice heard Greg give his wife another command: 

"Oh Sharla, what a hot ass you have! Face us, Baby, and get those big tits out so we can see what we're going to be playing with all evening."

"Why don't you guys all move over to this couch and chairs so I can face all of you at the same time?" Sharla suggested. Except for Brice, the men all hastened to do as she asked. Brice remained seated at the bar where he watched his wife turn to face the six men and slowly pulled her teddy downward. 

As she pulled the garment lower, more and more of her big tits came into view. Finally, both nipples popped out over the top of the teddy. The fact that both were hard and erect was not lost on the men. Once her nipples were exposed, she quickly yanked the teddy down below her tits so that both globes were thrust forward. The effect was erotic, whorish, and obscene. 

Brice watched with more and more concern as Alex moved forward and took his wife into his arms. His left hand moved upward to cup her naked tit while his right hand circled her waist and came to rest on her ass. Brice was having trouble breathing as he watched the two hands squeezing, stroking, rubbing, and fondling his wife. He could already hear soft moans coming from her mouth as her excitement rose higher and higher. 

"Oh Fuck! What a body! Shit! I can't wait to get into you, Honey," Mario groaned. "Move back, Alex. Give her room to take off her panties so we can see her cunt!"

"I think I'll get my husband to help me," she said. Turning toward Brice, she said, "Be a dear, Honey, and pull down my panties so the guys can see your wife's cunt."

Brice really had no desire to strip his wife naked, but he didn't know how to avoid it. His hands were shaking as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of his wife's panties and pulled them down over her thrusting ass until he had them bunched in the crease at the junction of her ass and thighs. He had to kneel to drag them the rest of the way down her thighs to leave her clad in nothing except the useless teddy and her slutty heels. The men were groaning and most were squeezing their hard cocks. "We've only been here 30 minutes and things are already getting out of hand," Brice thought to himself. 

Brice watched his wife walk right up to Bob and begin to grind her hips. After a moment, the grinding motion changed to the same coital thrusts she had done before, but this time her cunt was naked. Each time her pelvis surged forward, her wet, hot hole was no more than a few inches from the eyes of the lusting male in front of her. 

As Sharla moved from one man to another, fucking her hips back and forth in front of each one, Brice's eyes were riveted on her naked, thrusting ass. When he finally looked away, he saw that five of the men had already stripped naked while the fifth, Miguel, was in the process of removing his shorts as he watched Sharla's cunt gyrating before his eyes. 

When they had arrived, he was shocked to see six men instead of four and to see that his wife was the only woman present. Now, he had still another reason to worry, four of the six naked men had much bigger cocks than his. Mario's and Alex's cocks were about 8 inches and about the same thickness as his. Bob was also about 8 inches, but clearly thicker than his seven and a half inches. Clay was even bigger, maybe approaching nine inches and very thick. Miguel's cock was about the same as his while Greg was slightly smaller at 7 inches. There was no way he could suppress thoughts that his wife would probably later laugh at his small penis. 




Pandora's Box



As these awful thoughts were swimming through his mind, he heard Alex speaking to his wife:

"Suck time, Sharla. Let's see how well you can deep throat 8 inches of man mean."

Brice looked about the room to find Sharla. At first, he didn't see her. But then he saw Alex's standing on the other side of a lounge chair. He also saw that his nude body was moving back and forth from the waist up. Moving around the chair, he found exactly what he expected to find. His wife was squatting in front of Alex with her heels planted in the carpet and her knees bent. She was grasping the base of his big cock with one hand as he fed the huge shaft into her mouth. At the moment, Brice saw that she had managed to suck in about three inches of his thick prick. 

Saliva coated the shaft with the excess dripping from her chin. She was obviously trying her best to thoroughly lubricate the cock before he pushed it into her throat. Alex let her take her time for several minutes. By that time she had managed to get five inches inside her mouth hole. Brice knew the big head had to be pressed against the opening to her throat. 

Alex gripped Sharla's head in both hands and firmly pulled her forwards, forcing her mouth further down his embedded cock. Brice heard his wife gagging as the cock entered her throat. She tried to draw back from the cock, but Alex was having none of that.

With firm pressure, he forced her mouth and lips even further down

his cock. 

Brice's wife continued to struggle but in spite of her efforts, the big cock was relentlessly moving deeper into her throat. By this time, 6 inches of cock was in her throat, but Alex wanted all of it buried down her gullet. Brice watched as the man gave a forceful pull on Sharla's head. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward. She emitted a muffled, gurgling scream as the cock buried itself all the way down her throat. Her lips were now kissing his pubic mound. 

Brice watched with mounting uneasiness as Alex held Sharla's head motionless and proceeded to fuck her mouth as though he were fucking her cunt. She kept her eyes open the entire time. Her gagging had stopped and every man in the room could see the excitement building in her eyes and in her body language. Halfway through the mouth fuck, her hand moved between her thighs and began to stroke her clitoris as she sucked. 

Five minutes later, Alex's body stiffened. Then, his hips jerked several times in rapid succession as he emptied his load straight down Sharla's throat. At the very end, a white stream of semen forced its way out of her mouth and ran down her chin. 

As soon as Alex pulled out of Sharla's mouth, Brice saw Clay moving up to the squatting woman, his massive nine and a half inch, thick erection swinging in front of him. He pulled up and led her to the couch. Lying down, he gave her a one word command, "SUCK!"

Brice could not suppress a grimace as he watched his wife's lips part wide to take the big head inside her mouth. Clay gave her a moment to get used to his size before he began pulling her head down his weapon with steady pressure. More and more cock entered his wife's mouth. When over half of the massive fuck stick was buried, Brice knew it was about to enter Sharla's throat. It appeared to him that her jaw might be dislocated by the huge shaft. 

Two more inches of cock disappeared inside. Brice was shocked to see his wife's throat actually bulge as the cock moved deeper and deeper. 

Sharla's eyes were bulging as Clay forced more and more of his huge shaft into her throat. Impatient, he suddenly forced the last inches of cock down her throat. She began to make gurgling noises. Her body jerked and thrashed, but her mounting excitement was evident from the way her breasts were heaving. 

Slowly, Clay withdrew his cock until only the head remained inside. Brice was stunned to see his wife eagerly ram her head back down the big shaft quickly forcing all nine-and-a-half inches back into her throat until her lips were kissing his groin. She paused and then pulled back. A moment later, she slammed her head all the way back down and began sucking his cock like a woman possessed. 

There was no way Clay could hold back his load. After a couple of minutes, he reached down and held Sharla's head in place. His hips humped upward off the chair as he rammed her mouth hard into his pubic hair. The load spewed out into her throat... gush after gush. Not able to swallow fast enough, thick, creamy white liquid burst between her lips and the big shaft. 

Brice was beside himself. This was totally different that what he had imagined it would be. It was one thing to fantasize about his wife being screwed by one man or to listen while she related how Jacobson had fucked her. It was an entirely different matter to watch six men using her like a whore. A wave of different emotions surged through him... anger... embarrassment... regret... fear.

All of these emotions doubled in intensity when he heard his wife groaning and begging. Turning, he saw that Bob had her on the couch, her ass hanging over the edge, as he knelt between her thighs and slammed eight inches of cock in and out of her cunt. 

"OOOhhhhhhhhhh... yessss! Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Give it to me, Stud. Ram Meeeeeeeeeee!!!"

Brice could take no more. 

"STOP! GOD DAMN IT! STOP RIGHT NOW! NO MORE!" he bellowed, his face red with rage and embarrassment. 

The outburst so shocked Bob that he jumped backwards. When his cock exited Sharla's cunt, it was only semi-hard. A moment later, he was totally soft having almost instantly lost his erection at Brice's angry outburst.

Before anyone could say much of anything, Brice had pulled his wife to her feet and wrapped her body in her large raincoat. Without a word to anyone, he pulled her to the door, slamming it shut behind them. A minute later, he pushed her into their car and was speeding toward home. 

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Brice fumed and raged as he drove home. Sharla huddled in the corner of the front seat, naked save for the raincoat, but remained silent. When Brice unlocked the front door of their house, Sharla walked past him without saying a single word. Once inside, she dropped the raincoat on the floor and walked into the master bedroom, kicked off the fuck-me heels, and entered the bathroom. A minute later, Brice heard water running in the shower.

He poured himself a drink wondering what he should say to his wife and what he should do. When he finally walked into their bedroom, he found Sharla already in bed. She turned on her side facing away from him and said not a word. 

In desperation, Brice blurted, "Listen, Honey. I'm sorry, but I didn't realize what it would be like. I thought there would be only four men, not six. I also thought there would be other women present. And I had no idea how much different it would be to actually watch you being gang banged by six men than it was to fantasize with you about your having one man or to listen when you described sex with Jacobson. I just couldn't handle it. I hope you're not angry. After all, you did say we could cancel if I wanted to and you wouldn't mind."

Sharla didn't reply. Nor did she turn to look at her husband.

Not knowing when to stop, Brice persisted. "Are you angry? You said it would be all right."

Without looking at her husband, Sharla said in an even voice, "I'm not angry... I'm furious! I said it would be all right if we cancelled before going. I asked you at least six times. I did not say it would be all right to go and let me get all six of those men hard, hot, and wildly excited and to let them get me hotter than I've ever been in my life and then to just drag me away leaving all of those guys with raging erections and painful balls and me with a throbbing cunt that wanted... NO... NEEDED... cock... lots of cock. That most certainly wasn't all right! Now go to sleep and shut up!"

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One Week Later:

A week had passed without much of any conversation between Sharla and Brice, much less any sex. On the Friday following the aborted party at Greg's, Brice arrived home at 6 PM to find the house empty. On the kitchen table, he found a note from Sharla.

Opening it, he read, 

"I won't be home tonight, Brice. My best estimate is that I should be back tomorrow between noon to 2 PM. At that time, if you're here, we will talk. If you're not here, so be it. You're on your own for dinner tonight. Sharla"

Brice was stunned. He paced the house most of the night unable to sleep. Television was impossible to watch and a book equally impossible to read since he could think of nothing else except where his wife was... if she was all right... if she would return tomorrow as the note said. Finally, he fell into an exhausted sleep around 4 AM.

It was almost 2 PM the next day before Brice heard the garage door opening. A moment later the connecting door to the garage in the kitchen swung open and his wife entered. She looked fresh and relaxed, which was much better than Brice looked after a night with virtually no sleep. 

"You don't look so good," she commented as she set her handbag down on the bureau. 

"I didn't get much sleep last night for worrying about you and wondering where you were."

"Sorry about that, but I'm sure you'll live."

"Well... are you going to tell me where you've been and what's happening?"

"Yes, but if you start screaming and yelling at me, I'm leaving. Understand?"

When Brice nodded, Sharla said, "Ok. When I went to work yesterday, I told Greg and Bob that I would like to get together with them that evening to apologize properly for last Saturday night. After work, I came home briefly to leave you the note and then I went over to Greg's house where he and Bob were waiting for me."

"What happened then?"

"Then I apologized to both of them the way a woman should apologize to men whose cocks she's gotten hard as stone but then failed to take care of them the way a woman should."

"You fucked them?"

"No. They fucked me... many, many times. I forgot to mention that after I left the note on the kitchen table, I went upstairs, stripped naked except for the same fuck-me heels I wore to the party last Saturday night, put on the same raincoat, and then drove over to Greg's house."

"You went over there naked?" Brice said becoming more and more uncomfortable.

"Very naked. As soon as walked in, I told them that I was terribly sorry about the way you acted last Saturday that left them with raging hard-ons but no cunt and me with a throbbing, wet cunt but no cock. I also told them that you wouldn't be coming over this time to ruin the party. Finally, I suggested that we pick up exactly where we were when we were so rudely interrupted last Saturday."

"Where was that?" Brice asked. 

"Don't you remember? Bob had me essentially naked on the couch with my ass hanging over the edge. He had just rammed his 8-inch prick all the way into my cunt and begun to fuck me when you went crazy and ruined every thing. So, I took off my raincoat, tossed it aside, and got on the same couch with my ass over the edge and my legs up in the air. I smiled at Bob, spread my pussy open, and invited him to put his cock back inside my hot, wet cunt. Naturally, he accepted my invitation."

"But you were there all night? Why?"

"It took that long for me to properly satisfy Greg and Bob."

"All night and until 2 PM the next day?"

"Not quite. They finished screwing me around noon today, but then I had to take a bath, fix my makeup, have a bite to eat, and then drive home. That took a couple of hours."

"God! How many times did they fuck you?"

"You have to remember, Honey, that they were really hot and hard, especially after last Saturday, and I just couldn't get enough either. Let's see... Greg fucked me five times last night. He shot two loads down my throat when I sucked his cock, two more loads into my cunt, and one inside my ass. Bob pumped in six loads... two into my belly, two in my cunt, and two up my ass. We got to sleep around 1 AM."

"Jezzz... they came in your mouth four times?"

"Well, not exactly. Twice they pulled out just as they were cumming and shot the load all over my face and tits as well as into my mouth and belly."

"Was that it?" her husband asked, his cock beginning to harden even though he hated hearing what his wife was telling him.

"Of course not. Men get morning erections, Darling. You know that. They both woke with raging hard-ons, and I had to take care of them. Those two randy studs took turns on me. They each switched back and forth between my ass and cunt holes until they finally both got off. After that, we had breakfast."

"So why did it take you until 2 PM to come home?"

"By the time we finished breakfast, I wanted more cock and they were both hard again. Greg got on the bed and I mounted his cock. When he had it buried in me, Bob pushed me forward over Greg's body and mounted me doggy using my ass. That was just incredible, Honey. One 7-inch dick up my cunt and another 8-inch cock all the way in my ass. We all came about the same time."

And that wasn't the end of the sex. We played around on the bed for bit until the guys got hard again. I helped that process along by sucking both of them. Once they were hard, I mounted Greg again, this time in reverse cowgirl position with his cock up my ass. He grabbed my tits and pulled me backwards far enough to expose my cunt, which Bob quickly filled with his dick. Once more, those two studs doubled fucked your wife's cunt and ass holes."

"Was that the end of it?"

"Nope. We rested about an hour and then they each fucked me again, one at a time. Greg ordered me to ride his big cock. After he finished, Bob mounted me missionary style with my legs wrapped around his ass. That was the end of it."

"So how many times were you fucked?"

"Didn't you count? Let's see. Five times for Greg last night, and six times for Bob. They each fucked me when we woke up. That's 13 times, right? After breakfast, I got double fucked twice with them switching positions... so that's four more loads for a total of 17. And then the last two single fucks makes 19 loads of cum shot into your wife in the last 20 hours or so."

"Good lord! How many times did you cum?"

"You have to be kidding. A huge number of times."

"How many? Estimate."

"Do you want me to count the number of orgasms I had when they licked my clit and cunt or just the ones I had when they were fucking me?"

"They sucked your cunt and clit?"

"Numerous times."

"All right... just count the times you came when they were fucking you."

"I don't know. Maybe and average of three or four orgasms each time they fucked me... so about 70 orgasms."

Brice's cock was fully hard now. "This has me so hard I can't believe it. Let's go fuck."

"Sorry. Can't. Still have four more men to whom I need to apologize. I have a date with Alex and Mario tonight at 8 PM and I need to get some rest before then. Next Friday night, I'll be apologizing to Clay and Miguel."

"Oh god... will that be end of it? Will we be ok after that?"

"That depends on you. You're going to have to make a decision."

"What decision?"

"I've given this a lot of thought... a lot of thought. When I met you, I was a virgin except for one brief fuck in high school when I didn't even have an orgasm I was so scared. You were essentially my first cock. Then you encouraged me to have sex with Jacobson, and you really got off when I told you all the hot details. At that point, I realized what I had been missing all my life... I found that I really liked fucking and new cocks... just like men like new pussy. Then came the party last Saturday, and I was wildly excited. I was about to go from having had only two cocks in my life to having had 8... I was going to quadruple the number of cocks that I've had in my cunt... at least I was going to have that wonderful experience until you ruined every thing. That is not going to happen again."

"So? What decision are you talking about?"

"You have three choices. I'll abide by whichever one you chose:

"First: You can decide that you don't wish to be married to me any longer. If that's your choice, then we can simply sell the house and divide up the assets equally. After that, we obtain a simple, no contest divorce. You go your way; I go mine. This is not my choice, but I will not object if you choose this.

"Second: We can remain married and each have discreet affairs and liaisons with others... you with women... me with men. You will not tell me... I will not tell you. We will not embarrass or humiliate each other nor will we criticize. When we are together, we enjoy each other sexually and otherwise, but your women and my men remain in the shadows and secret.

"Third: We can have an open marriage. I know of your women and sometimes participate with you. You know of my men and sometimes participate or watch with me. Sometimes we swing with other couples. Every thing is open, and no one criticizes.

"So... Chose. Which is it to be?"

After a moments thought, Brice remarked, "I don't like any of those choices. I would like to add a fourth choice. We go back the way we were... we see only each other. I'm faithful to you... you're faithful to me. No other women... no other men. That's my choice."

"I'm sorry, Brice, but that choice is no longer available to you."

"Why not? We were happy like that before."

"Because you opened Pandora's Box and allowed me to see how much excitement and pleasure I've been missing all my life. Now that I've seen, there is no way back. Once Pandora's Box is opened, what was hidden inside escapes forever."

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Leaving Brice to consider his choices, Sharla went to their bedroom to get some rest and to prepare for her date with Alex and Mario that evening. Almost six hours passed before Brice saw his wife emerge from the bedroom. Once again, she was wearing her long

raincoat over whatever she had on underneath, if anything.

"Well, have you decided on your choice, Brice?" she asked as she retrieved her car keys from the top of the bureau. 

"Not yet."

"All right. Take your time, but I want a decision when I come home tomorrow afternoon. The default choice is Choice one, divorce. So if you still want me as your wife, you need to make up your mind by that time or I'll be filing on Monday afternoon. Understand?"

Brice nodded. Looking at his wife, he couldn't keep from asking, "Are you naked under that raincoat again?"

"Of course not! That would be obscene. Anyway, I did that with Greg and Bob yesterday. I thought it would be more erotic if I treated Alex and Mario to some thing a little different. Want to 

see, Honey?"

"Please."

"Hope you like my selection," Sharla teased as she removed the raincoat. 

Her husband's eyes widened, his mouth opened, but no sound emerged. "Oh I love that reaction. I take it you think my outfit is hot and sexy? Right?"

Brice stared at the wet look, red vinyl halter and miniskirt combination his wife wore. The two garments fitted her like a second skin. The halter only covered slightly more than half

of her large tits. The brief, very short, red miniskirt just barely managed to cover all of her ass. Above the fuck-me pumps she wore, her legs were bare.

"Do you have on any panties?"

"Yes. I hope you don't mind. I know you've forbidden me to wear panties to work, but since I'm not going to work, I thought it would be all right if I wore some."

With a quick motion, his wife pulled up the miniskirt and let Brice see the bright red, bikini panties that just barely covered her ass and cunt. "Anyway, I don't expect that Alex and Mario will 

allow me to wear the panties for very long, Honey. So I think I'll be in compliance with your 'no panties' order pretty soon after I get to Alex's apartment. Do you think I look hot?"




Pandora's Box



I stared at the box lying on my bed. Knowing exactly what was contained in the seemingly innocent box only aided my anxiety. Nevertheless, I had done it. I had bought my first vibrator. Of the large selection within the store, this model had managed to catch my eye as well as generate new, previously unknown desires. 

In my eighteen years, I had never been what one would consider experienced. I had never had a boyfriend, let alone kissed someone. But that never stifled my strong yearning for sex. While my friends talked obsessively about their boyfriends, I laid in bed at night rubbing my pussy and imagining that I was the object of their boyfriend's obsessions. 

But I wanted more than just my hand rubbing my clit and my fingers stuffed into my vagina. I felt like there was a hole in my life that I couldn't fill. 

I sat across from the box and cautiously opened the flaps. Inside nestled in a bed of plastic was a candy-pink piece of silicon. I slid it out of the box and admired its length, its width, and the beads that promised to make me "come hopping back for more." I caressed the tip of the fake penis with a finger, wondering if it was how a real penis felt; so soft, yielding and smooth. Curiously, I flipped one of the two switches up and felt as the beads began to rotate and the tip began to oscillate. I flipped the next switch up and felt a spur towards the base begin to vibrate softly. I lifted the vibrator towards my face, the spur closest to my mouth. I parted my lips and pressed my tongue against the spur, feeling the vibrations all the way down my spine. 

I pushed my panties aside as I gauged how wet my cunt was becoming. The anticipation was paying off; my fingers were met with a slick mess threatening to flood through my panties. I slid the panties down my hips, taking my time, feeling the shivers of pleasure as I brushed my thighs. Next I dropped a hand down a filmy cup of my bra. My nipple was pressing against the material, all red and engorged. The other breast was the same way; struggling for attention. I leaned forward slightly and unhooked the bra, my breasts falling free and the nipples hardening more as the cold air assaulted them. I lifted my left breast, the thrill of pleasure I felt only fading to a buzz as I brought my nipple to my mouth and blew on it. Feeling daring, I pressed my tongue to my nipple and moaned as a warmth began to fill my pussy. I took the entire nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, delighting in the sensation. I became aware of my pussy juice flowing freely from my cunt, making a wet puddle on my bed. I looked at the toy sitting innocently on the nightstand and knew it was time. 

I spread my legs widely apart, the reflection of my pussy in the mirror was tantalizing, the moist pink lips spread apart and the flower of my vagina and anus seeming to beg to be filled. I took the toy in my right hand and held the lips of my pussy apart and slowly pushed it into me. I groaned as I struggled to fit it all in. The nubs of the spur fit closely against my clit, hugging it. I took a deep breath and flipped the switch that caused the beads to turn and the head to oscillate. I gasped and moaned loudly as a sensation unlike anything I had experienced prior to this overcame me. The beads massaged the entrance of my cunt and the head hit spots I had never been able to reach. I rocked back and forth on the bed, squeezing my nipples harshly in between my fingers. The juice was flowing heavily from my pussy, moistening the sheets and coating my puckered asshole. I took a finger and pressed it against my anus, rubbing around it, making myself moan all the more loudly. I felt the first wave of orgasm it me as a warm torrent gushed from my pussy. I writhed on my bed, completely lost in the sensation. Unknowingly, I flipped the clit spur's switch. I screamed as the spur began to vibrate, attacking my clit from all sides. As the first orgasm subsided, another overtook me, my hands grasped the sheets and my hips bucked, shoving the toy even deeper into my slick cunt.

I lay on my bed, gasping for breath and searching for the switch to turn the toy off. My friends could keep their boyfriends. Until I found the right man, my new toy was going to fill the hole in my life just fine.



Pandoras Box



My pulse raced as I fought the midtown traffic. I knew that I could only be gone for just a few short hours from work without too much suspicion being raised. I also knew that my lover was waiting for me at the motel and that she was as excited about our meeting if not more so than me. Samantha and I have been lovers for quite sometime yet, because of the circumstances we have very little opportunity to be together. You see Samantha is married. Not only is she married, she is married to my brother. 

It all started innocent enough. I have always been attracted to her since I first saw her lovely body and soul searching eyes. I was married when my brother first started dating Samantha, and I always figured that she didn't like me as she would always seem to do her best to avoid me. I on the other hand would invent situations where I would be able to be around her and hopefully catch a glimpse of her in something skimpy. I would arrive at their house unannounced in order to catch Samantha alone sunbathing in her backyard. On a couple of occasions I was able to get long breathtaking looks at her beautiful breasts as she lay sleeping totally unaware of my voyeuristic bliss. I was also able to catch a quick glimpse of her closely shaven love nest when I "accidentally" walked in on her in the bathroom after she had taken a shower. Samantha was standing there in the buff drying her hair and never heard the door open over the hairdryer. When she realized I was there she tried to quickly cover her breasts which left me staring at the treasure located between her legs. I quickly apologized for the intrusion and backed out of the doorway. This delectable sight would fuel many of my masturbation fantasies concerning Samantha for quite some time.

The events that changed my fantasies into reality had to do with my brother being away for an extended time on business. Our children are close to the same age and since I was divorced and available, he had asked that I assist Samantha while he was gone. I really believe that he wanted me to distract her from the fact that he was able to come home on some weekends yet found reasons to stay away in order to catch up on work with a "co-worker". I had my suspicions yet I was not about to voice them to Samantha. It was on one of these evenings that I noticed that Samantha seemed a little upset. We had just put the kids to bed and were watching a movie. 

I had often desired to give Samantha a very sensuous massage. I was taken aback when I offered to rub her shoulders on this evening and she agreed. I had Samantha sit on the floor in front of me. I told her it would make it easier on my back. In reality, it would make it easier for me to glance down the front of her blouse. As I was massaging her shoulders I continued to fantasize about Samantha and everything I wanted to do to and with her. I attempted to relay my passion for her through my touch. I have always prided myself in my ability to give fantastic massages. This night was to be no exception. I felt Samantha beginning to relax. I must have been lost in my own little world as I was unaware for quite sometime that while I was looking down at her breasts in deep concentration of the treasures hidden under that skimpy blouse and bra, that Samantha had turned ever so slightly to watch me.

 It wasn't until I looked up and saw those beautiful soul searching eyes that I realized I was soon to cross over a line from which there was no return. As we continued to have eye contact I slowly lowered my head to Samantha's and held her head in my hands as I gave and received the most sensual kiss I have ever known. Our lips met and an immediate electric sensation surged through my body. I had always tried to be a good kisser. Now I wanted to be the best. I could feel my pulse in my temples. I could also feel Samantha shaking with desire. We quickly adjourned to her bedroom in order to continue this exploration. As we lay on her bed smothering each other in kisses I knew that if I went to fast she might be scared off. I also knew that if I went to slow the pangs of guilt over this encounter may cause Samantha to end it. 

Our hands explored each other as if we had been lovers for centuries. Maybe in previous lives we had been and now our souls would be reunited. Everyplace I touched her Samantha seemed to be on fire. I gently unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra so that the objects of many a lonely nights fantasy could be obtained. You can keep your Playboy and Penthouse silicone fakes. Samantha's breast were and are still the most beautiful I have ever seen. She doesn't believe that they are but take my word for it, many a man would give his eye teeth to be where I was at this time. I started to envy my young nephew as he had been breastfed on the beauties that I now had in my mouth. 

I caressed and licked her lovely breasts and erect nipples for what seemed like hours. I couldn't get enough yet I also knew that I had other explorations to continue. I believe that every person gives off their own unique scent. Samantha's pheromones would, as I was about to discover, be the aroma that would unleash my soul. I could already feel how excited she was as I could feel her moistness seeping through her panties. Samantha was extremely excited and her body was about betray her should she claim she wasn't. I have always enjoyed oral sex and cannot figure out for the life of me why anyone wouldn't. 

As I felt her wetness on my fingers my mind continued to race and hope that she wouldn't stop what was about to happen. I left a trail of licks and soft kisses down her body breathing in her delicious scent as I continued toward her honey pot. The memory of my lips and tongue first encountering this lovely sex is as fresh as if it had just happened. I knew that I had been cheated in life and that had I been born a woman I would most certainly have been a lesbian. I definitely would have been constantly sore from self pleasure. This scent has so much control over my animal instincts that even today I treasure the smell of her panties when she masturbates in them and leaves them conveniently for me to find. Her taste is one that can only be described as that of your most favorite dessert. 

The one where you can never ever get enough of it and just the thought of it makes your mouth water. I buried my face between her lovely legs and made love to her with my face, being sure to give her swollen clit extra attention. Samantha was soon orgasming into my mouth. Her legs had trapped my head and her hands were pulling me deeper and deeper into her orifice. I could feel the convulsions and tremors surging through her body. Samantha was not through yet, She had undressed me faster than I have ever been disrobed before. Her electrifying touch had me harder than I could have ever imagined. I hoped that I would not disappoint her. Believe it or not, most men are not hung like a porn star. I feel grateful that I am more than the proverbial six inches, yet I had no idea if it would be enough. Most men also worry that they will not last long enough. Unlike pornstars we are content to last long enough to please our partner.

Lovemaking is not a race and it is the one event where coming in first is not a good thing. I had dreamt of this moment and now I was about to fulfill this desire. As I approached her opening it felt as if I was being drawn by a great magnetic force. I knew that I would be unable to stop even if I had wanted to at this time. Samantha's velvety soft pussy lips pulled at my member, drawing me deeper and deeper inside of her. I swear I felt her cervix as I thrust myself against her pubic area. I have no idea how long we remained joined. I do know that this was the best feeling, the best high I have ever known. I felt Samantha tremble as my orgasm built. I could feel her juices flowing, the pulse of her heart through her inner walls. 

When we came it was if a new spiritual awakening had arisen. We both collapsed in each others arms. I held her close and told her I loved her. ( I still do). She told me that she loved me too then she began to sob. I knew that reality had set in and that she was feeling guilty for what we had experienced. After a few minutes she was calm enough for us to talk about what had happened. Samantha did feel guilty about our relationship, yet she also feel worse that she didn't feel even more guilt, enough to have stopped us from consummating this relationship. 

We both knew that there was no way we would be able to have an open affair. There was also no way for Samantha to get a divorce. We decided to let our desires for each other to run its course and to see what would happen. So far it has been some of the most erotic and decadent sex of my life. Blowjobs given while we drove to shop in other towns, while the kids played outside and just about everywhere else that we could be alone for e few minutes.

Samantha is a definate eleven, you know..a ten that swallows. Mutual masturbation and phone sex while away from each other, sometimes while one of us was at work. Manual stimulation to orgasm while I drove her to other towns or around town to shop or as we stood in the kitchen watching the children play outside. I have since learned that I am the only other person besides Samantha who has ever been able to bring her to a manual orgasm. 

I am now about to meet Samantha at a local motel so that we may explore a new adventure into our Master and Sub roles. Samantha is not sure as to if we should continue. I know that I do not want to give her up. Maybe with some encouraging feedback we may relate what happens at the motel and she may read that not everyone will or does find what we have experienced as bad decision.



Pandora's Box



(If you hate stories where the husband desires but agonizes over sharing his wife, then you will truly hate this story. You have been warned!) 

*

Jen texted her husband Mike: "I can't believe I let you talk me into this!" 

Her iPhone vibrated a moment later. "Relax and have fun, I know you find this guy attractive" the screen said. She serendipitously glanced around the crowded bar. She didn't see her husband, but knew he was watching. She nervously returned her attention to the man sitting next to her.

"Is everything okay?" Tony said. 

"That was my husband." 

"Is he meeting you here?"

Jen knew this was the moment of truth. If she said "Yes, he'll be here in a few minutes" then Tony would likely leave and look for another girl to hit on. But instead she stuck to the script she'd practiced with Mike. "Um, no, he's away. He travels a lot for business. I just got off work and thought I'd have a glass of wine before going home."

Tony smiled understandingly, although with a trace of delight and eagerness. "Hey, I get that. I'm on a business trip myself, been away for over two weeks now. It gets lonely." He looked Jen up and down, and not for the first time. Man she was good looking! Blonde and petite, pretty face. Small tits from the look of it, but she had great legs, and he thought he saw the telltale bumps of a garter belt under her skirt. He adjusted in his chair to ease the discomfort of his hardening cock.

Mike's heart pounded as he watched the stranger hit on his wife. It hadn't taken long for Jen to attract male attention, but he'd known it wouldn't. Only a mile from the airport, this hotel bar had the well-deserved reputation as a meat market for business travelers. With his wife's looks, she always attracted male attention, and in a place like this it was like a pretty goldfish in a tank of hungry sharks. 

He watched with growing excitement as the stranger flirted with his wife. It was obvious he was good with women, because he soon had Jen laughing and engaged in an animated conversation. The bar was so crowded and loud their faces practically touched as they talked. Seeing them like that, it wasn't too hard for Mike to imagine them kissing, and the thought made his cock throb. The stranger stood up and spoke into Jen's ear. Jen smiled and nodded, and let the stranger lead her to the dance floor. They danced a couple of fast songs, and then the DJ played a slow song. The stranger smiled charmingly and opened his arms, clearly inviting her to continue their dance. Jen nodded, and the stranger wrapped his arms around her waist. Mike was practically lightheaded seeing his wife in another man's arms. Of course he'd seen her dance with friends at parties, but this was something entirely different. This was a pickup bar, and she was in the arms of a stranger who was obviously trying to seduce her and take her to his bed. Mike's cock was so hard it hurt. 

Tony liked the feel of Jen's body. She was firm and tight. With his hands around her waist, he clearly felt a garter belt under her dress. Also, he'd brushed his fingers along her back, and he hadn't felt a bra strap. A pretty blonde, braless and wearing a garter belt and stockings. He felt like he'd won the lottery! His cock was pitching a tent in his pants, and she didn't pull away when he pressed against her. Clearly this married slut was looking to get fucked.

Jen's body tingled, especially between her legs. Mike had guessed right, she was attracted to Tony. He was tall and ruggedly handsome, and as they slow danced she could tell he kept in shape because his arms and chest were muscular and hard. She hadn't expected him to be so charming. She felt tipsy from the wine and aroused by Tony's body and his hands on her. By now she was sure he knew what she was wearing (and not wearing ) under her dress. Going braless and wearing stockings had been Mike's idea of course. Going braless had the added effect of stimulating her nipples as they brushed against the fabric of her dress. 

As Tony pressed his erection against her he felt bigger than her husband. Jen had to suppress the sudden urge to reach between their bodies and touch him. Married women weren't supposed to think like this, but they weren't supposed to go to pick up bars alone either, or dance with handsome men not their husband. She felt like a coed again, dancing with someone she'd met at a frat party. She'd had a few one night stands ... not a lot, but one or two -- okay, four -- and this felt like one of those times --slow dancing with a really hot guy after drinking too much. Tony pressed his cheek against hers, saying something into her ear. It was so loud she couldn't hear, so she reflexively turned her head towards his, and as she did her lips brushed against his.

Not missing a beat, Tony leaned in and pressed his lips against Jen's. He kissed her softly. The first one was brief, like putting a foot in the pool to test the water. When Jen didn't pull away, he leaned in and kissed her again. This time his mouth opened, and after a moment Jen's did too. He gently pulled her closer, and they explored each other's mouths, abandoning any pretense of dancing. Jen put her arms around Tony's neck (moving from his waist), and Tony caressed her back. His cock throbbed as he quickly confirmed the lack of a bra strap. 

Jen felt lightheaded and dizzy. Things were going too fast. She hadn't been with another man since meeting Mike over 5 years ago. And yet here she was, making out with a man she'd just met in the middle of a bar, and loving every second of it. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so turned on.

Mike clenched his fists. What the hell was she doing? Letting a complete stranger kiss her, grope her? In the middle of a bar? What if someone we know walks in? It wasn't supposed to be like this. Just flirting, maybe a little touching. But not this! What the fuck?! He's squeezing her ass. Now he's reaching under her skirt. Isn't she going to stop him? Fuck, he's raising her skirt. Mike's eyes bulged as his wife's lacy stocking tops and then the straps of her garter belt came into view. This was too much, he had to stop it.

Tony caressed the heavy lace of Jen's stocking tops and felt ready to explode in his pants. Then he ran his fingers along the straps of her garter belt, feeling the pretty blonde shiver as his fingers touched her bare skin. Normally he didn't grope a girl like this in public, but he couldn't resist with this hottie. She had a tight body and soft lips, and the fact she went braless and wore stockings made her irresistible. He couldn't wait to sink his big cock into her pussy. 

Just then he felt someone pull Jen away from his grasp. "What the fuck?!" he yelled.

"Get away from her, she's my wife!" Mike barked.

"Mike ..." Jen gasped as if coming out of a trance.

"I thought you said he was away!" Tony growled accusingly at Jen.

Mike didn't give his wife time to respond. He roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the bar. They'd earlier gotten a room in the hotel, so he dragged her there and threw her onto the bed. As she fell onto the bed her skirt flared up and bunched around her waist. Mike leered hungrily at his wife. Not only was she wearing stockings and a garter belt, but she wasn't wearing any panties. Only the thin material of her dress had been between Tony's hands and her most private parts, her breasts and pussy that were supposed to be exclusively his. "You slut!" he growled with passion and anger as he took his cock out of his pants. "You dirty cheating slut!" She was so wet he easily entered her with a single thrust. He growled profanities as he fucked her hard, calling her a slut, a cock tease, a cheat, a whore. 

"Oh god yes, I'm so bad, I'm a slut," Jen cried back, gripping the sheets as her husband fucked her hard. The married couple often talked dirty while fucking, especially when they role played about Jen with another man, although this had been the first time they'd ever actually done something for real, and they both were more excited than ever before.

Mike reached behind her and fumbled with the zipper, and then pushed the dress off her shoulders and down her body so it bundled like a belt around her waist. He leered at her braless tits. "Did you want him to feel your tits, is that why you didn't wear a bra?" Mike sneered. "Did you want him to finger you, is that why you didn't wear panties?"

"Yeah, I'm so bad, I wanted to feel his hands on me, I wish he had felt my breasts, I wanted him to, when he reached under my skirt I thought I would die, I wanted him to rub me, but you stopped him before he could do that, oh god why did you stop him?"

Mike's dark lust clouded his misgivings about how far Jen had let the stranger get with her. "I wish I hadn't," he admitted. "I wish I'd let him get his hands all the way up your skirt. He'd probably cum in his pants when he found out you weren't wearing panties."

"He knew I wasn't wearing a bra," Jen said. "The way he touched my back, I could tell he was seeing if I was wearing one."

"He probably could tell the way your hard nipples pressed against his chest."

Jen moaned at the memory. "Yeah, he probably could, my nipples were so hard, and so was his chest, god he had a nice body."

"You slut, you liked his body, huh, his hard muscular body, and what about his cock, could you feel his cock, did you rub him you dirty slut?"

"I wanted to, god I wanted to so much, he felt so good pressed against me, so big and hard, I could tell he was bigger than you."

"Ugh god," Mike groaned , grimacing and willing himself not to cum. From all their role playing Jen knew exactly how to push his buttons, knew exactly what turned him on, and the fact it was real this time thrilled him to no end. "You wanted to fuck him, didn't you? You would have gone up to his room if he had asked, wouldn't you?"

"God yes! I would have let him fuck me! I would have let him fuck me, and I wouldn't make him wear a condom, I'd let him cum inside me and get me pregnant, and then you'd have to watch my belly get big with his baby!"

"Fuck!" Mike cried, and he lunged into his wife and came, shooting his sperm into her pussy, and his timing was perfect because just then Jen came too, her manicured toes curling in her high heels.

The married couple lay panting in each other's arms. Mike pulled out and rolled to his wife's side, and they looked into each other's eyes, their faces serious as they contemplated the reality and consequences of what they had just done. Then suddenly they broke out into giggles and laugher.

"Oh my god I can't believe we just did that!" Jen exclaimed in amazement.

"I know, god you were unbelievable! " Mike thought about how, for years, they'd role played about Jen with other men, and how lately with increasing intensity he'd been urging her to make their bedroom fantasies a reality. "I told you it'd be fun," he teased.

"Ok, I admit it, you were right," she conceded.

A few moments passed, and then Mike said frowning, "I was kind of surprised by how far you let him get with you." 

Jen heard her husband's judgmental tone and immediately got defensive. "What do you mean?" she asked warily.

Mike knew he was on shaky ground. Jen had a fierce, short fuse temper. "Well, I mean, dancing was okay, but you went way beyond that."

Jen took a deep breath to control her anger, but she couldn't hide her impatience or exasperation. "You're joking, right? For years you make me role play, pretend you're someone else while we make love, you make me read all those" -- and Jen air quoted -- "'hot wife' stories on the internet, and then you practically beg me for months to go to a bar and let a stranger hit on me while you watch, and when I finally give in and do what you want, now you get mad at me because I let him get too far? I mean, hello? Don't you think you should have thought of that when you sent me alone to a pick up bar?"

"Okay, okay, you're right. I'm just saying it surprised me. I mean, I thought it would be just some flirting. But tongue kissing? And letting him up your skirt? You weren't even wearing panties and you let him up your skirt."

"I wasn't wearing a bra either!" Jen said frustrated, her anger boiling over. "And I wore a garter belt and stockings and fuck me pumps. And I wore a short dress that showed my cleavage! Why did I dress this way? Because you wanted me to! You told me what to wear! And you could have stopped it anytime! You saw him kissing me, you saw him moving his hands under my dress! You could have stopped him, but you didn't! Don't put this on me, Mike!"

"Okay, okay, you're right," Mike conceded, trying to calm her down. Silence followed, with Mike trying to reconcile his conflicting feelings of jealousy and lust, and Jen fuming about her husband's hypocritical attitude.

"So ...," Mike began sheepishly, "would you really have slept with him?"

Jen scowled at her husband. "Yes, I would have!" she said immediately, hoping to make him feel bad.

"Really?" Mike asked wide-eyed.

Jen's anger melted a little, charmed by the boyish expression on her husband's face. She thought back to how she'd felt on the dance floor with Tony, how hot he'd gotten her, how it'd reminded her of her adventurous, carefree college days. "I don't know," she admitted contemplatively. "If I was still single ... maybe ... probably. "

"And now?" Mike pressed excitedly, squeezing her left hand and twirling her wedding ring. "If I hadn't stopped him?"

Jen heard the excitement in her husband's voice and saw the tent he was making in the sheets. In an accusatory way she pulled back the covers to reveal his hard-on. "You can't decide if I went too far with Tony, or not far enough, can you?" she said impatiently. 

"That's his name -- Tony?" Mike said anxiously.

"Yes, Tony. Why?" Her annoyance was boiling over. "You think I'd let him kiss and touch me, without even knowing his name? You think I'm that much of a slut?"

Mike knew the conversation was going in a bad direction, but he didn't know what to say. "I ... I love you," he said giving her a safe answer.

Jen narrowed her eyes. She wasn't going to let him off that easily. "You love me because I'm a slut, is that it?" she asked like challenge, daring him to say something he'd regret.

"No, it's not that!" Mike protested. He didn't know how to explain it. His wife was a knock out. He saw how men always looked at her. He knew Jen was a few notches above him in the looks department, and to this day he couldn't understand why she picked him over all the other guys pursuing her. Tonight had been thrilling, but it had also magnified his insecurities. The way she'd reacted to Tony, had so easily succumbed to him.... Finally he blurted out the question he'd been thinking about all night. "Have you ever cheated on me?"

The non-sequitur startled her. "What?"

"You're so sexy. I see how men look at you. It's always been that way. And the way you acted tonight ... you were so easy ..."

Jen's eyes narrowed. "You think I'm easy?" she said with barely suppressed anger.

"No, of course not," Mike said immediately. This was not going well at all. "It's just --"

Jen looked into his puppy dog eyes and decided to give him a pass on this one. "Shut up!" she yelled. "Before you say something else stupid." Then she softly pressed her finger against his lips to take the edge off what she'd just said. "Hush," she said in a softer voice. It'd been a crazy, thrilling evening, and she didn't want to end it in an argument. He was still hard. She ran her fingers across his chest. She was still annoyed with him, but took hold of his hard shaft. "You know you owe me big time after tonight, don't you?" she said with a somewhat forced smile. "I think this week I'll buy that Louis Vuitton purse I've been looking at, you know the really expensive one." She smiled a real smile this time seeing the panic on her husband's face -- it was outrageously expensive but she had coveted it for a long time and she deserved it after tonight. Then she did the surefire act that women since the dawn of time did to their men to end an argument. She leaned over and took him into her mouth.

Chapter 2

By unspoken agreement they decided to go to church on Sunday. After what they'd done, they both felt the need for a return to normalcy, and a prayer for forgiveness wouldn't hurt either. 

Out of the corner of his eye Mike watched his wife get dressed. He loved watching her. After showering, she'd first brush through her wet hair, and rub moisturizer all over her body. Then she'd put on her bra, panties and pantyhose. Jen was under the impression Mike preferred her in real stockings (which she wore only on special occasions), but really he liked seeing her in pantyhose just as much. The way the silky material encased her long slim legs and went up to her tiny waist was a major turn on, especially with thong panties underneath (Jen always wore thongs because she hated panty lines). 

After her makeup and hair, Jen would spritzed on perfume behind her ears and on her wrists, then she'd put on whatever outfit she'd picked out. Today she put on a tailored white blouse and pinpoint skirt that emphasized her slim figure. It was a simple outfit, but as always she looked incredible.

"Hi guys," Ralph said as Mike and Jen entered the church. Mike and Jen had recently met Ralph and Alisha (Ralph's wife) at a bible study class. They were older, 39 and 36 to Mike's 30 and Jen's 27, and had 4 kids.

As Ralph and Mike shook hands, Alisha (Ralph's wife) kissed Jen hello on the cheek. "You look fabulous as always," Alisha said as she struggled to get her kids into the pew. As usual she looked overworked and seemed to have a permanent look of annoyance on her face.

"Here, let me take Jamie," Jen offered, moving past Alisha and taking their 2 year old into her lap. The service started , and immediately Jamie got bored and fidgeted on Jen's lap. Jen reached over into Alisha's diaper bag for a toy to occupy Jamie, and as she stretched to reach the bag her skirt rode high up her legs. Out of the corner of his eye Mike saw Ralph eyeing his wife's legs. He tried not to be obvious, but clearly he was checking her out. After pulling the toy from Alisha's bag, Jen realized her skirt had ridden up and she pulled it down. Ralph quickly took his eyes off Jen's legs, clearly wanting to avoid being caught looking. Mike wondered -- had his wife purposely flashed her legs at Ralph? 

By the time they got home Mike had forgotten about what had happened in church. "We need to talk about the other night," he said at dinner. 

Jen had tried not to think about it, but now it all came back. "There's nothing to talk about," she said dismissively. "I did exactly what you wanted, and you thanked me by calling me a slut and accusing me of cheating on you."

Mike knew he hadn't handled the other night well. "I know, I know, I'm was a jerk," he conceded taking her hands in hers. "I guess I wasn't ready for turning our fantasies into reality."

"You mean YOUR fantasies," Jen countered. "Turning YOUR fantasies into reality."

"Come on, admit it," Mike grinned, "you had fun. Okay, you're right, this started out as my fantasies, but you enjoyed yourself."

Jen thought back to the other night, remembered how thrilling it had been, and smiled. She had a quick temper but always got over it quickly. "Okay, you're right, I did have fun."

Mike's grin turned mischievous. "Enough to do it again?"

Jen eyed her husband warily. She could still feel the excitement of the other night. It reminded her of her life before marriage, but it had been even more exciting because she had known Mike was watching, it was like being on stage. But Mike had gotten so upset. "I don't know ... are you sure that's a good idea?"




Pandora's Box



Mike sensed what she was worried about. "I admit it, I got jealous. But that just made it more exciting. I'll be able to handle it better next time, now that we've done it once."

At least he was acknowledging last week wasn't my fault, Jen thought. Still, she was wary. "Are you sure you can handle it?

It didn't escape Mike's notice how his wife had changed from a reluctant participate to the one more sure of herself. His insecurities stirred again, but they were pushed aside by his lust. He couldn't shake the memory of his pretty wife being fondled by Tony, and he wanted to experience it again. It was like a drug, the more he took, the more he needed more. He flashed a big excited grin. "Absolutely!" he said confidently.

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They hadn't planned it, and maybe that's why it was so exciting. Mike sat next to Derrick in business class on a triple 7 out of Chicago. As they drank free booze they both joked about how great an expense account was, and how they could never afford business class with their own money. Mike was going home and Derrick was on the second leg of a multi-city business trip. Mike invited Derrick to dinner so he wouldn't have to spend another night eating alone. Derrick declined because he had to prepare for a meeting the next day, but immediately changed his mind when he saw Jen, who was waiting in the terminal for her husband.

Derrick couldn't keep his eyes off her. What a beauty! His opinion of Mike immediately went through the roof. He couldn't figure out how a girl as drop dead gorgeous as Jen would ever have married him.

Jen pretended not to notice Derrick checking her out. She was used to her effect on men. It wasn't conceit; it'd just been that way all her life. Also, it she was being honest, she'd admit she liked the attention.

Mike held the taxi door open for his wife. She carefully held her skirt as she slid in, but still her skirt rode up. Mike noticed Derrick checking out his wife's incredible legs. He didn't even try to pretend like he wasn't looking, maybe because they both were still half drunk from the drinks on the plane. Mike got in after Jen, but then Derrick went to the other side so Jen was between him and her husband. There wasn't a lot of space in the back of the taxi, and Mike was acutely aware of his leg touching his wife's. Given how small the taxi was, he figured Derrick's leg was also touching Jen's.

Derrick had the charming banter of a salesman, which he was. He had both Mike and Jen laughing at his stories. He was one of those people who talked with his hands, and as he did he repeated touched Jen's knee, often letting his fingers linger, once even palming and then briefly caressing her knee. 

As soon as they arrived at the restaurant Derrick's cell rang. He looked at the caller id. "Sorry, I have to take this, won't be long."

Jen narrowed her eyes at her husband as soon as Derrick left. "You know, I'd appreciate some warning if you plan to play this game of yours," she said annoyed. "I mean, it's my body."

Mike hadn't planned this, but he'd seen Derrick pawing Jen in the taxi. "I didn't plan this," he protested, giving his best look of innocence.

"Yeah, right," she said with narrow eyes. Clearly she didn't believe him.

He smiled like a kid in a candy store. "I didn't see you pushing his hand away."

She gave him a "you're not understanding what I'm saying" look. As the maître'd arrived to lead them to their table, she said dismissively, "you should have asked me," and then turned her back on her husband and followed the maître'd.

The maître'd led them to a square table. "Could we sit there?" Mike asked pointing to a round booth. He grinned as his wife rolled her eyes.

Derrick arrived a moment later and immediately slid in next to Jen. The white tablecloth was long and covered their laps. Derrick ordered an expensive bottle of wine and insisted he -- or more precisely his expense account -- was paying for dinner. The wine was good and Derrick told more of his funny stories, so soon Jen relaxed and began enjoying herself. Derrick was easy to talk to. He was also easy to look at, with his handsome face, nice smile, and broad shoulders.

Just as the appetizers arrived Jen felt Derrick's hand on her thigh. It didn't surprised her given what happened in the car, but still she tensed. She moved closer to Mike but Derrick didn't remove his hand. She crossed her right leg over her left but that just caused her skirt to ride up her leg and Derrick moved his hand from her knee to her thigh. Throughout this dance Derrick kept up his merry banter and drank wine with his other hand. She firmly placed her hand over his and pushed him off. This caused him to interrupt his banter for a moment, but then he put his palm on Jen's knee again and continued talking.

The waiter came to refill their wine glasses, and Jen took the opportunity to lean over and whisper in her husband's ear. "He's touching me," she said. 

Mike glanced down at his wife's lap. Because of the long tablecloth he couldn't see her legs, but he could see that Derrick's left arm was underneath the tablecloth, and he could see the tablecloth moving, so it didn't take much of an imagination to know what was happening. 

"What do you want me to do?" Jen asked.

Mike thought quickly. Derrick had a lot of balls, trying to seduce his wife right in front of him. It sent a shiver down his spine. "You know what I want," he whispered back.

Jen took a big gulp of wine. Okay, Mr. Brightside, if that's what you want, that's what you'll get, she thought. Then she uncrossed her legs.

Derrick felt the pretty young wife uncross her legs, feeling triumphant inside. He moved his hand from her knee to her thigh. When she didn't push him away, he moved from her outer thigh to her inner thigh flesh. He caressed her softly. He expected her to slap his face at any moment. But instead she turned her head to face him. He saw the unspoken question in her eyes: "Are you really going to do this to me here, with my husband right next to me?" He smiled lecherous, and pulled her leg towards him, causing her to part her legs. When she didn't stop him, he softly drew circles on her inner thigh flesh. She took an intake of breath feeling his soft caresses on her sensitive skin, and closed her eyes.

Michael tried to concentrate on the food in front of him, but of course he couldn't. How could he? His wife was being seduced right next to him. Derrick had stopped talking. Jen's eyes were closed, and her lips slightly parted. Through her tight blouse Mike could tell she was breathing hard. He glanced at Derrick and their eyes locked. He had a superior smirk on his face, and his eyes clearly conveyed what he was thinking: "I'm taking your girl, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Derrick saw the expression on Mike's face and knew exactly what he was -- a cuckold. He traveled a lot and had met guys like him, guys who wanted to see their wives fucked by other men. Most times though the girls were dogs (although that had never stopped him getting some pussy). Jen was a real looker, though, one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen in his life. He couldn't believe Mike would let another man get within 100 feet of her. He decided to throw Mike a bone, because after all he could make a scene and stop this. So he pushed the table cloth passed their legs, exposing their laps.

Mike gawked when Derrick pulled back the table cloth. Derrick had pushed up Jen's skirt high up her thighs. Her legs were parted, and Derrick's hand was between her legs, caressing her inner thigh. A part of him couldn't believe his wife had let Derrick get so far. He was little more than a stranger, and here she was with her legs apart, letting him caress her so intimately. But most of him was thrilled with what was happening.

At first Jen didn't notice when Derrick pulled back the table cloth, so lost was she in what he was doing to her. He hadn't shoved his hand up her skirt like she'd expected. Instead he softly drew circles on her inner thigh, slowing moving up to just below her pussy, but not touching her there, then slowly moving back down her thighs, and then repeating the process. He had a really nice touch, and his teasing technique was driving her out of her mind! But eventually she did feel the cold air conditioning on her thighs, and her eyes snapped open. She looked down at her lap. Seeing her legs parted with Derrick's hand on her thigh sobered her, and she immediately closed her legs on Derrick's hand. 

Mike was lost in lust. Seeing his wife succumbing to another man's seductions, being so close to it all, was too much. He wondered if she'd worn panties. Her skirt was so high up her legs he could tell she was wearing pantyhose, not stockings. That wasn't surprising, she rarely wore real stockings, and she hadn't known they'd be playing tonight. But had she worn panties? Sometimes she didn't under pantyhose. If her skirt was just a bit higher, he'd be able to find out, and if she hadn't wore panties, then her pretty pussy would be exposed to Derrick's eyes. The thought made him lightheaded with lust. Without even thinking, he reached over to his wife's lap and tugged her skirt up until it bunched just below her waist.

Jen felt Mike tugging at her skirt. He wants Derrick to see me, she thought. She saw the excitement in her husband's face. He's so into this, he wants it to happen. By now Derrick's expert fingers had gotten her so worked up it was easy to give in to what her husband wanted, so she lifted her ass making it easier for her husband to tug her skirt up. 

Derrick gawked at the blonde's pussy. He could see it, because she hadn't worn panties under the sheer nude pantyhose. She kept herself almost bare except for a small trimmed landing strip above her clit. Like her face, she had a sweet looking pussy. Her slit was tight and small, and the lips were smooth and slender, just a shade darker than the surrounding skin. It looked like a teenager's pussy. There was a large wet spot in the pantyhose. Derrick traced a finger around the outline, making Jen moan because it'd been the closest he'd gotten to touching her most sensitive of flesh. He locked eyes with Mike, smirking with triumph. I've gotten your wife soaking wet, she's mine if I want her, he conveyed with his eyes. 

Derrick ran his finger up Jen's slit, making her moaned. He touched her clit and Jen grabbed her husband's hand. Derrick gripped the sheer nylon with two fingers and slowly began tearing it. 

Jen squeezed her husband's hand harder. She looked at him. "Is this what you want?" she asked breathlessly as Derrick tore a hole in her pantyhose. 

"This is exactly what I want," he moaned. 

Derrick slowly ripped the crotch of Jen's pantyhose, revealing her bare pussy. The lips glistened with moisture. She tensed as she felt his fingers on her bare pussy for the first time. Her ran his fingertips along her slit and then around her pleasure bulb. He'd been teasing her for so long, and this was more teasing. Her body craved something inside her. He sensed that, and finally gave her what he wanted, pressing one finger between her lips. Derrick was a bigger man than Mike, and he had thick fingers. She was so moist he slipped in easily, but then his finger immediately encountered resistance. "Man, your pussy is tight," he said in a low voice, but not so low that Mike and Jen couldn't hear him. He grinned demeaningly at Mike, as if saying "is your cock so small you haven't been able to loosen your wife up?"

Jen flushed red at Derrick's remark. She couldn't believe another man was commenting on her pussy! 

Derrick applied steady pressure until one, and then two of his fingers were inside the beautiful blonde. He slowly pumped her, at the same time rubbing her clit with his thumb. He was driving Jen crazy! She pushed back, subtlety humping his fingers. 

Mike could barely breath. He couldn't believe what was happening, what Jen was allowing to happen. Mike noticed how hard Jen's nipples were, they formed dents in her blouse even though she was wearing a bra. Her pantyhose was starting to run from the tears made by Derrick. Somehow the laddering along her thighs made Jen's wonderful legs look even more incredible. 

Jen wanted to scream but suppressed the urge with great difficulty. She tensed and dug the spikey stilettos of her high heels into the expensive carpet. Her back arched and her head rolled back, her eyes closed, her mouth clenched forming an "O", her body shuddered. "Oh god, oh god, oh god" she moaned softly, still aware enough not to cry out. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, Derrick pumping harder, rubbing harder. Finally Jen gasped and grabbed his hand with both of hers. She breathed hard as her orgasm subsided. When she finally recovered she looked up and was horrified to see people staring and whispering, some even pointing at her. She became acutely aware of her legs still spread, Derrick's fingers still inside her. She pushed his hand away, closed her legs, rummaged at her waist and pulled her skirt down, and then adjusted the table cloth so it covered their laps again. She smiled weakly at her husband, feeling guilty. His face was covered in lust and uncontrolled excitement. In the clarity that comes after an orgasm, it made her wonder about him. 

"I've got a room at the hotel across the street," she heard Derrick say. "Do you want to come up for an after dinner drink?" Jen didn't know what she wanted. She'd cum, but her body ached for a real hard fucking. But this was all going so fast. She looked at her husband. "Do you want to go?" she softly asked.

Mike's heart pounded. Had he heard right? Of course if they went up to Derrick's room it would be for more than a drink. She would get fucked. She knew that. But clearly by her question she was willing to let Derrick fuck her. Mike couldn't believe how much his wife had changed in so short a time. Still, the very thought of Derrick's cock inside his wife's tight pussy thrilled him to no end. He wanted to see that. He wanted to see his beautiful wife defiled by Derrick, to see her long legs wrapped around his waist and her tight married pussy pounded by him, and then he wanted to watch Derrick shoot his gooey thick sperm all over her pretty face.

Mike was about to respond when a woman angrily approached. "Derrick, if you're finished with her, I'll be in the lobby. If you're not there in 5 minutes you can forget our meeting tomorrow." The woman looked contemptuously at Jen and walked away.

"Shit, I forgot she was meeting me here!" Derrick said under his breath. "I've got to go, she's my biggest customer." Understanding hit Mike. This was the customer Derrick was meeting tomorrow, and he was going to close the deal by giving her a good fucking tonight.

Derrick looked longingly at Jen. It was clear who he'd rather fuck tonight. The woman was attractive, but she wasn't in the same league as Jen. Derrick threw $500 on the table and then began to stand up. But then, as if changing his mind, he leaned into Jen and planted his lips on hers. He opened his mouth and Jen did the same, and Mike could see by their cheeks that their tongues were in each other's mouths. Finally after what seemed like minutes, they stopped kissing. "You're the hottest girl I've ever met," he gushed at Jen, ignoring Mike. Then he kissed Jen again, and again she let him, and finally he left to join his customer.

Mike and Jen were all over each other in the taxi home. Unlike Derrick, he showed no patience shoving his hand up her skirt. Jen's knee pressed against the back of the driver's seat as her husband fingered her. Mike felt the torn pantyhose and then his wife's pussy, which was soaking wet. The driver adjusted his mirror to watch the action. He envied the man, because the girl was so good looking. He'd trade his fare for 10 minutes with her, but he knew that only happened in Penthouse Letters.

In their apartment they didn't even make it to their bed, instead falling on the sofa. Mike got between her legs, pushed her skirt up around her waist, and shoved his cock through the hole made by Derrick. "He got you so hot, didn't he?" Mike taunted. "You would have fucked him, wouldn't you?"

"Yes! I would have!" she answered falling into their normal pillow talk. "Isn't that what you wanted?" Her question came out like a challenge. 

"YES!" Mike cried as his orgasm neared. "I wanted to see you fucked hard by a big dicked stud! I wish that cow hadn't showed up, we'd be up in Derrick's room right now and you'd be on your back with his big cock inside you!"

Later after cumming, they lay on their sides in bed, facing each other. "You really were attracted to him, weren't you?" He wasn't just referring to the way she let him finger her, but also the way they kissed at the end. It bothered him the way she let Derrick kiss her so intimately -- like they were lovers, not just a one night stand -- but he didn't mention it, and she didn't notice his mixed feelings.

Instead she giggled. "Well, yeah! I mean, you're getting really good at picking out men who are my type." She was referring to how, when they were out, Mike would often point out a man to Jen and say "I bet you find him handsome, don't you?"

He softly ran his fingers over his wife's side. "You liked the way he touched you?"

"I think that's obvious, don't you," she said slyly. Then her expression turned serious. "Did you really want me to have sex with him?"

Mike swallowed a lump in his throat. He felt conflicted, his big head saying one thing and his little head saying something else. Avoiding the question, he asked, "He looked pretty big, didn't he? He had a big hard-on when he stood up."

It didn't escape her he was avoiding her question, but she couldn't help giggling. "Honestly, Mike, I think you pay more attention to men than I do." She paused dramatically and her face turned serious. "Mike, are you gay?"

Her question startled him. "What?! Of course not!"

"I'm just kidding!" she said laughing. "But you're so predictable." She thought back to all their pillow talk over the years. "With you, it can't be just any handsome man who does me. It has to be a well hung handsome man."

Mike smiled sheepishly. "I know it turns you on too."

"Maybe," she said teasingly, reaching under the covers and cupping Mike's penis. "Especially since this is all I get from you." 

"You're such a slut," he moaned as she began stroking him.

"But that's what you want, isn't it?"

"You know I do."

"What is it you want, Mike? Tell me."

Mike felt intoxicated with lust. "I want you to open your legs to other men, and let them finger you and make you cum, and let them kiss you like you belong to them!"

"You liked that, didn't you, when I let Derrick kiss me?"

"God yes!" he groaned. Her stroking and words had him so close to an orgasm.

"He's a really good kisser," she said almost dreamily. She kept stroking him, but in an absent minded way and her face took on an introspective look. "I'd forgotten how exciting it is to be with a really hot guy." 

Mike grunted and jerked, and then spurted his jism over his wife's soft hand.