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Trophy Wife

By: afrodisiacmwf



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A female classmate in prim and proper Heather's nontraditional college degree course mentioning Penthouse Letters magazine made her curious enough to buy the current issue subtitled Second Anniversary Issue of Slut Wives.  Unanimous claims of unparalleled sexual gratification in sections entitled black on white and white on black astounded Heather. Accounts of black men seducing previously happily married white wives and sexually frustrated white wives having extramarital affairs with extraordinarily well-hung black men in successive issues of Penthouse Letters steadily captivated Heather's interest. An article in Cosmopolitan influenced her to privately gratify unmet sensual needs with triple-X videotapes and a life-like marital aid. The black studs appearing in triple-X videotapes influenced Heather to be an avid crotch watcher and also become increasingly more provocative with black men having prominent phallic bulges.

Heather attended an end-of-semester graduation party for her friend and classmate Joan. Although habitually portraying herself to be happily married--in spite of a nonexistent sex life, Heather could not resist the opportunity for making her first extramarital booty call to find out whether or not black cocks were both bigger and better. A last minute, totally unexpected, clinging to marital fidelity proved inadequate. Even spiking her drink with liquid Spanish fly eliminated neither morality nor inhibitions. 

Nevertheless, her inability to resist fulfilling weeks of sexual fantasies and getting needed sexual gratification ecstatically expanded into her first double penetration. Although simultaneously pleasuring two extramarital partners' big black cocks provided Heather with much needed sexual gratification, so willingly succumbing to once unthinkable sexual debauchery unnerved the formerly prim and proper white wife. 

Despite avoiding those directly involved in forsaking her vows of marital fidelity, the internal conflict between remorseful guilt and the irrefutable fact that the two black men had provided her with unparalleled sexual satisfaction couldn't be as easily ignored. Finally accepting her interracial sexual preference, Heather initially resumed using her big black dildo to meet libidinal needs that neither could nor ever would be met by a self-absorbed husband. Heather had absolutely no qualms with secretly being a white woman hooked on fucking big black cocks while enjoying the financial and social benefits of a publicly projected happy marriage to a successful MBA. Meanwhile, her husband's single-minded focus upon a senior management promotion in the Fortune 500 firm precluded awareness of Heather's adulterous interracial intentions.

Venturing into the racially mixed section of the city, Heather wandered in and out of several adult book and video stores until finding one exclusively oriented to interracial sexuality. Elated with finding an impressive selection of interracial videotapes, she had a hard time deciding which one to buy. Amazed with the variety of personal pleasure accessories, she couldn't resist buying an even larger black dildo than her current ebony pleasure toy. 

Frequent visits to the interracially oriented sex shop enabled her to figure out the working schedule of an exceptionally handsome, sexually desirable black clerk named Tyrone. Heather provocatively encouraged the black clerk's flirtatious advances while steadily adding to her videotape collection. Uncharacteristically finding no other patrons on her seventh visit, Heather accepted Tyrone's invitation to accompany him into the private office and guided his big black hand to her 35D alabaster boobs while welcoming his passionate kiss. 

As she knelt before the handsome black clerk, her fingers deftly drew down the zipper of his jeans. Reaching inside Tyrone's fly, she was not at all disappointed to be lustfully extracting the biggest black cock yet personally encountered. Without hesitation, she wantonly wrapped her lips around his mammoth midnight-hued meat and lasciviously stroked the other half of the ten-inch black cock outside her mouth for several minutes, until her mouth overflowed with luscious cum.

Two afternoons later, Heather left work early, hoping to make a booty call on the phenomenally well-hung Tyrone at the interracial sex shop. Tyrone surprised her with a gift of crotch-less panties, which she enticingly modeled for him in the office. Laying back on the office desk, Heather's gorgeous ivory body once again welcomed the erotic contrast of her third illicit ebony cock with open arms and wide spread legs while wantonly moaning, "Oh, yesssss! Fuck me with that big black cock. So...so fucking good!" 

Heather wantonly, and eagerly, threw her legs over Tyrone's shoulders each time he returned from waiting on patrons for the rest of the afternoon so that huge black cock of his could fill the yawning gap in her new crotch less panties and give her multiple orgasms. 

Learning early one Saturday morning that her husband would be with clients all afternoon until late that evening, Heather impulsively called and invited her interracial extramarital partner to her home located in a secluded suburban cul-de-sac. Opening the door upon hearing the chimes, her belated misgivings over taking such an unbelievable risk immediately evaporated. Standing there confidently with a broad smile on his face was her phenomenally well-hung black visitor.

Front door closed and locked, Heather led Tyrone to the master bedroom. She quickly stripped away her scanty attire while watching her ebony god peel off his t-shirt, shoes and socks. Laying across the king-sized bed, panting in anticipation, she caressed a spiked nipple with trembling fingers of one hand and tweaked her clitoris with the other. Watching Tyrone finish disrobing, her hot white pussy pulsated with wanton lust for exactly what she not only secretly wanted, but also needed.

This time Heather didn't need to pretend she was cuckolding her husband with an imaginary black lover on their marital bed. Propped up on pillows, she ecstatically enjoyed the erotic ebony and ivory contrast of Tyrone's midnight-hued meat driving into and withdrawing from her hot white pussy. Riding her black mustang to another climax, she shifted onto her hands and knees for forty-five minutes of amazing pelvic thrusts, taking her to increasingly intense multiple climaxes. 

Reveling in interracial sexual fulfillment on her marital bed had Heather so aroused she impulsively decided to mimic a particularly erotic scene on the latest triple-X interracial videotape she had viewed. For the past two private pleasure sessions, she had tentatively and then more enjoyably eased one then two K Y jelly coated fingers into her rosebud while plunging her foot long black dildo into her hot pussy. 

Naively thrusting her sexy white buttocks back at Tyrone, Heather was totally unprepared for the overwhelming and excruciating pain of being anally penetrated by a real black cock. Fortunately, Tyrone had barely inserted the head of his huge black cock, while simultaneously strumming her engorged clitoris. Each time Heather's anal walls responsively clutched Tyrone's ebony erection, he slowly inserted a little more until his entire black cock was sheathed inside her beautiful booty. Even though the intense initial pain of satisfying her curiosity gradually became unbelievably exquisite pleasure, discomfort in sitting and painful evacuations for a couple of days afterwards convinced her to avoid anal sex. 

Adulterous guilt had initially overwhelmed Heather in the aftermath of her first interracial extramarital fling. Not enrolling in evening college classes during the summer provided enough time for her to absolve the slowly diminishing guilt over cuckolding a husband who had been unintentionally, or intentionally, subordinating his wife and marriage to career goals far too long. Discreetly gratifying her interracial lust with Tyrone, her subsequent extramarital partner, took place on those two evenings she was "supposedly" attending college classes. 

If the painful aftermath of giving up her anal virginity had not left Heather deeply ashamed to be a black cock three-holer, then these extramarital liaisons would have solidified her total devotion to sexual gratification as a secret interracial slut. This caused her enough consternation that not only did she stop meeting Tyrone, but also she equivocated over whether or not she actually was hooked on big black cocks. Until irresistible temptation arrived in the secluded cul-de-sac, that is.

The next-door neighbor's promotion six months after Heather had abruptly ended her extramarital affairs dictated immediate relocation and, not surprisingly, their house was quickly sold. The arrival of the only black family thus far to move into their elite suburban subdivision instantly awakened her too-long suppressed natural inclination of being a secret interracial slut. Private pleasures resumed with her two ebony dildos and triple X videotape collection, fantasizing her new neighbor would soon validate the erotic interracial adage, "Once a white woman goes black, she'll keep cumming back."  

Meandering across her lawn the Sunday morning after the new neighbors arrival, Heather congenially welcomed Maurice Morris with assurance that he would enjoy this quiet, private cul-de-sac. Maurice's tight white tank top erotically contrasting with the ebony hue of his skin and his form-fitting jogging shorts emphasizing a phenomenal phallic outline was simply too tempting for Heather to resist. Flirtatiously prolonging their discussion she intended to seduce Maurice Morris into fucking her with his big black cock.

Without seeming to be intentional, Heather led her newly arrived neighbor between their houses under the guise of discussing their adjacent landscaping. She was well aware of the sexual arousal leaking into the crotch of her short shorts. Seeing her neighbor's eyes fixated on her visibly spiked nipples, she provocatively leaned toward him, purposely letting her scooped neck halter fall free revealing her unfettered boobs. 

Hearing his gasp, she looked at his throbbing tumescence before meeting his lust filled eyes with her own. Hidden from the prying view of other neighbors, the long-time resident white wife stood and wrapped her arms around the newly arrived black husband in an illicit embrace. She then provocatively plastered her 5'5" 35D-22-33 body tightly against Maurice's buff torso, especially against his mouthwatering cock bulge.

Aggravatingly, though fortunately, both of them heard her husband's car pull into the front driveway. Ebony husband and ivory wife neighbors quickly promised each other, "We'll get together at a more opportune time" As Maurice hastily departed, Heather smiled knowing her husband's early return home was merely a temporary interruption in acquiring her next well-hung interracial extramarital partner. 

* * *

Two weeks later, Heather's husband left early on Friday morning for a managerial symposium and would not return before late Tuesday or Wednesday. Leaving work early that afternoon, Heather nervously stopped into her favorite adult boutique exclusively oriented to interracial sexuality. She was relieved that Tyrone was not scheduled to work, enabling her to relax and take all the time she needed to find films featuring the erotic theme preoccupying her for the last three weeks. She purchased two DVD formatted triple-X interracial films featuring white wives with black lovers. 

Since their only DVD player was in the den, Heather excitedly settled on the soft leather sofa. The first DVD featured a husband with a black boss manipulating his racially prejudiced white wife into reluctantly going black on a Caribbean holiday, thereby insuring his promotion upon their return. The second DVD portrayed the long-term affects of neighboring white and black couples surprisingly encountering each other at a wife-swapping club. The two long format DVDs enabled Heather to relish the freedom of openly enjoying her two black dildos while fantasizing herself in place of both white wives going black late into the night. 

The noise of a weed trimmer outside awakened Heather Saturday morning. She groggily peered out the curtains, delighted to see Maurice trimming along the landscaping blocks bordering their back yards. Donning her most revealing top and shorts, Heather hurried downstairs intent on completing her seduction of her black neighbor.

Maurice's lecherous smile was neither dismissed nor unwelcome. Attired in white shorts similar to those he had worn two weeks earlier, Heather couldn't help making the mental connection with the constant nocturnal erotic fantasies she had been having of him as an imaginary black lover. Licking her lips as her eyes focused on his mouthwatering phallic bulge before meeting his equally lust-filled eyes, she coyly offered, "You must be thirsty, working so hard. Please follow me inside for some refreshment."

Maurice couldn't help the lascivious thoughts racing through his mind, especially after the way this supposedly prim and proper young white wife had flaunted her sexy body at him, had unmistakably eyed his responsive erection, and then had literally plastered her short shorts-clad camel-toe against his raging hard on two weeks earlier. With his wife gone for the weekend to visit their son, he had waited to see whether or not his sexy neighbor would come onto him again. Having noticed her husband leaving with a carry all the previous morning, Maurice had taken the risk of presuming Heather was still willing to "get together at a more opportune time," and had devised this innocent appearing means to entice the gorgeous married white neighbor into rewarding his efforts in the early morning heat with mutually desirable interracial heat. Apparently right in all of his assumptions, he followed her inside, elated over the unmistakable invitation.

Heather excused herself, explaining she had just gotten up and needed coffee before asking the purposefully loaded question, "What would you like?"

"Ice tea," Maurice replied. "Sweetened if you have any." Licking his suddenly dry lips he flirtatiously added, "By the way, you look more gorgeous than I've ever seen you."

Heather profusely blushed and coquettishly invited her flirtatiously helpful neighbor to make himself comfortable. Upon entering the adjacent den and sitting on the leather sofa, Maurice couldn't help noticing the big black dildo rolling along the cushion toward his thigh. Emboldened by this fortuitous discovery, the black neighbor no longer had any doubts about this seemingly prim and proper white wife's kinky secret. If she was either merely curious about the whispered myth or actually harbored a thing for black men, then he would satisfy this sexy wench's curiosity, or lust, for black cock.

Before Maurice could hide the dildo between the sofa cushions, he heard his hot hostess gasp. Jerking his eyes toward the den doorway, he saw Heather frozen in the doorway. Her mouth was moving, but no sound was coming forth. Slowly standing, he took three steps toward her and held out his hand in a comforting gesture. "Don't be embarrassed," he began. Holding the big black dildo toward her, he continued, "If you got this after our promise to get together at a more opportune time, then I am truly flattered."

Initial embarrassment gave way to realizing her oversight was fortunate. All of her fantasies would come true if she simply accepted her neighbor's implicit sexual offer. Unconditionally accepting her lascivious desire to compare the ecstatic pleasure garnered from the neighbor's big black cock, Heather lasciviously responded with a half-truth, "Ever since we abruptly parted two weeks ago, I've been unable to stop wondering whether the myth about black men's sexual prowess is true. I was fantasizing last night that you might be willing to satisfy my curiosity with both our spouses away for the weekend." 

Lecherously smiling Maurice replied, "We've got all weekend to satisfy your curiosity." 

Two minutes later the hot-to-trot neighbors had shucked the little clothing they wore. Once again Heather reveled in the erotic contrast between ebony and ivory skins. But, this time her illicit interracial partner had fastened his mouth over her wet white pussy and was driving his stiffened tongue into it, while she struggled to deep throat the longest and thickest black cock she had yet encountered.

The novelty of her first sixty-nine, especially an interracial sixty-nine, brought Heather to multiple climaxes. Disengaging, she spread her white legs wide in welcome to her extraordinarily well-endowed black lover. Seductively fondling her sought-after big thick black prize, she praised Maurice, "I bought the largest marital aid in the sex shop. But, what you got, baby, surpasses even it's size. I can't wait any longer for your big thick black cock!"

Slowly inserting himself into the diminutive white wife, Maurice was both astounded and ecstatic when Heather crossed her long sexy legs over his buttocks and pulled his big thick black cock deep inside her. "Oh my God, Maurice!" she ecstatically blurted, "You... you're deeper inside me than anyone else has ever been!" In addition, the exceptional thickness of his big black cock drubbing her clitoris kept her swooning in unparalleled sexual pleasure.

Maurice Morris was not only Heather's oldest, but also the most sophisticated sexual partner she had yet been with. While resting after their first forty-five minute sexual marathon, Maurice explained his wife Althea had such a difficult time carrying to term and delivering their only son that he had opted for a vasectomy to spare her any repeat of the horrible experience. Heather was elated that she had finally found a black lover that insured her infidelity would not be discovered due to a careless pregnancy producing a biracial baby. 

Willingly becoming Maurice's uninhibited white slut, Heather ecstatically found herself being introduced to many sexual positions she had only seen in the pornographic videos. Even though Tyrone had often taken her doggy style and during her first double penetration fling, the ecstasy she felt laying face down over the arm of the leather sofa, filled to capacity with the biggest, the thickest black cock she had yet to experience far surpassed all of her prior interracial flings combined. Straddling Maurice's lap—either facing him or with her back to his chest and varying the penetration depth of his magnificent midnight-hued meat was her second favorite position. The novelty of being walked around the house, riding atop Maurice's big thick black cock became her favorite sexual position. 

The only time they were apart that weekend was when Maurice returned home to await his wife's telephone call Saturday evening. Learning that Althea was taking a personal leave day from teaching Monday to drive back with their son Anthony, who was taking a week's vacation, was great news for the neighboring lovers. Sunday morning Heather loved waking up with her hot wet white pussy full of her neighbor's big thick black cock and most of the rest of that day was a continuing sexual marathon.

While helping clean up their Sunday evening dinner dishes, Maurice broached a difficult subject with Heather. He thanked her for waking up a zest for love and life that had lain dormant in him for the past decade. Openly sharing each one's lackluster marital situation had also helped both of them discover neither of them had been getting their sexual needs met until this weekend together.


Trophy Wife



Finally, Maurice confided the real reason for opening up to Heather. Evidently, the key to happiness was being intimate with someone who really turned him on and was totally uninhibited with him. Maurice now realized caving into reverse racial prejudice all his life, not admitting and yielding to his long suppressed libidinal desire to be with such a wonderful sexy white woman as her had kept him emotionally, romantically and sexually unfulfilled. 

Looking Heather directly in the eye, Maurice emphatically exclaimed, "I don't want Anthony to waste his life missing out on this ecstasy and passion!" And his next comment astounded Heather. He asked in a quiet, yet pleading voice, "When my son comes to visit our new home, would you consider seducing Anthony and accepting him as another black lover?"

Affectionately throwing her arms around his neck, Heather replied, "No man has ever made me feel so fulfilled and complete. I now realize I am a sexually motivated woman and how much I love interracial sex with you. I get off just sucking the luscious cum out of your black cock and really love you fucking me with your big, thick black cock. I certainly get a lot of gratification with you and want to give the same sexual pleasure back to you. My phenomenal lover, I would, no make that I will, do anything you want me to do. If agreeing to be both you and your son's lover makes me a black cock slut, then not only do I love you for asking me to do it, but also am delighted to be able to totally enjoy my sexuality, live with it, and for it, devoted to you as your black cock slut."

Thrilled by her cooperative response, Maurice offered to have Althea meet him in the city for after work drinks two afternoons next week in order to provide her time alone with Anthony. He then planned to encourage Anthony on those mornings to see if their neighbor needed any help. If Anthony went for all of this, then they would simply let human nature take its inevitable course. 

With Heather's mind whirling over unexpectedly being enabled to freely introduce Maurice's son into the pleasure of bedding a willing white woman convinced her to conclude, "If he is hung anything like his father, then why not?" Their phenomenal weekend concluded with an ebony and ivory sixty-nine, evolving into another mutually gratifying multiple position sexual marathon. Neither of them could resist showering together turning into a farewell fuck before Maurice slipped next door to dress as neither one of them could take off work that Monday.

As they had conspired, Maurice and Althea Morris met for drinks the next evening. Extending her hand to Maurice's son, Heather led Tony into the master bedroom knowing her husband would not return before Tuesday and hopefully not until Wednesday. Turning into the neighboring son's arms she plastered her lips to his and swapped tongues with the handsome younger black man. Breaking apart the two excited partners feverishly stripped their clothing while appreciatively eyeing each other's hot bodies.

Stripped of her business suit, Heather led Tony to the bed and pushed him down into a sitting position as she knelt between and spread his muscular ebony thighs. Adoringly her hand reached for his rampant midnight hued magnificence, certain her mouth could fit around the girth similar to his father's black cock she had successfully deep throated over the weekend. Worshipping Tony's big, thick black beauty, Heather found herself engrossed in oral foreplay as she willingly deep throated her newest black extramarital partner. 

Licking the sides of his midnight magic while catching her breath she wantonly looked up at her handsome young black stud. Sucking his ebony erection back into her throat, she felt his girth thicken markedly just before pulling his black cock out of her throat to welcome Tony's luscious load into her mouth. She ravenously swallowed every bit of his copious load and then sucked his ebony meat back into her throat overjoyed that behaving like the total black cock slut she had now become kept her latest black lover's big cock hard.

Switching positions she wantonly offered her hot wet white pussy to her primary black lover's son. Tony notched his purple mushroom cock knob between her profusely wet pink pussy lips. In his rush to fulfill his lustful desire for the married white wife living next-door Tony drove his big thick black cock to the hilt in one stroke. A totally surprising penetration orgasm minimized whatever initial insertion pain she felt. Uninhibitedly Heather blurted, "Oh my God Tony I love your big thick black cock! Fuck my married hot white pussy deep and hard with your ebony enormity!" 

Tony felt himself reaching climax far too soon for his liking. Considerate of the fact that she was a married woman he began to pull his cock out of her hot wet pussy. Leaning over her chest he laid his thick black cock between her 35D boobs. She squeezed her boobs around his big black cock, enjoying the erotic contrast between her alabaster skin and his ebony erection. Leaning forward she captured Tony's cock knob between her lips as his big thick black cock once again exploded a copious load of luscious cum into her mouth.

Living next door to each other at the end of the elite suburban subdivision cul-de-sac enabled the gorgeous white wife to discreetly gratify her sexual needs with the visiting younger black neighboring son whenever her husband and his parents were away throughout that one wonderful week. In less than ten days Heather enjoyed being an uninhibited secret interracial slut with not just one big thick black cock, but an irresistibly well-hung father, and also with his equally well-endowed son.

Five more years of single-minded focus finally enabled Heather's husband to achieve his long sought after promotion as the Fortune 500 firm's financial analysis vice president. Preserving the façade of being a prim and proper, happily married wife prevented her husband discovering his trophy wife's secret adulterous interracial life-style. Absolute discretion during those years enabled Heather to ecstatically enjoy the highest compliment that can be given to a white trophy wife ... a devoted black cock slut.



Trophy Wife



We were very well off. My husband Ang owned a successful Italian restaurant, which was patronized by several members of the mob.

We had a seventeen-room house in the affluent suburb of town and our neighbors were doctors and business executives. Seventeen-foot cathedral ceilings in the living room and entrance with windows rising all the way to the top. A large master bedroom complete with an en suite bathroom with a whirlpool tub and his and hers sinks.

My husband drove a black Mercedes SL roadster and I had a Lincoln Town Car at my disposal. Unfortunately I had never learned to drive so Angelo employed a live in grounds keeper and chauffer to drive me wherever I desired to go.

Tyrone was a mid-forties black man who was married to our maid Maxine. Tyrone and Maxine lived in the apartment over the garage.

I was Ang's trophy wife. Twenty-eight, five foot six, blonde hair and a figure that turned men's heads. We had met when I worked as a waitress in his restaurant and became involved and eventually married.

I had quickly adapted to being a kept woman.

The only down side was Ang was not exactly any Romeo. He was considerably overweight and as hairy as a bear. Even though he was a big guy his dick was kind of on the short side and he always come before me and left me unsatisfied.

We fucked almost every night but I still felt unfulfilled.

Having a maid and not needing to work myself I tried to keep myself busy doing volunteer work in the local St Vincent de Paul store operated by the church. The store sold donated second hand goods, clothing, furniture, etc.

I would get Tyrone to drive me to the store and drop me off. He would return and the end of my shift and drive me back home. I worked in the store two days a week. This still left me a lot of idle time.

Ang didn't like me hanging around the restaurant, he liked hitting on the waitresses and my being around cramped his style.

It was a hot afternoon in July and I was feeling restless. I called Tyrone and asked him if he would drive me.

I got into the Lincoln at the front door dressed in only a halter-top and pair of shorts. The air conditioning was belching out frigid air and my nipples instantly turned into bullets under my top.

"Where to?" Tyrone asked.

"Just drive out into the country Tyrone." I asked.

Tyrone headed the big black Lincoln down Sulphur Spring Road into the countryside.

Tyrone's conversations with me were always respectful and subservient. He was the hired help and he knew it.

"Is there someplace to swim around here?" I asked Tyrone.

"There's Crystal Lake about five miles from here but you wouldn't want to go there." Tyrone announced.

"Why not?" I curiously asked.

"Some of the fellows swim nude there." Tyrone informed me.

"Let's go there!" I beamed.

Surprised, Tyrone looked at me in the rear view mirror, smiled and accelerated the car.

Tyrone turned off onto a gravel road that disappeared into the Cedar woods and after about five minutes turned into a private laneway that was only two tire tracks into the trees.

After jostling a few hundred feet along the rough path the trees opened into a clearing. On the left side was an ancient log cabin with a completely nude guy lying in a lounge chair out front.

The gatekeeper was a wizened up old guy with a great bush beard and moustache. He looked like someone out of the Charles Manson tribe.

He sauntered over to Tyrone's window and inspected the occupants of the car.

"Twenty bucks." He said satisfied we were no threat to his operation.

"I passed a twenty over to Tyrone which he gave the gatekeeper and we continued into the swimming hole.

Crystal Lake was an old abandoned stone quarry about five hundred feet across and surrounded by a grass border. The water was sparkling blue in the midday sun and looked seductively inviting.

There were about a dozen swimmers already there when we arrived, all were men and like Tyrone warned all were naked.

All eyes were on us as Tyrone guided the car to a spot a discreet distance from the closest swimmer. Tyrone stopped the car and I got out.

The warm sun felt good after the chill of the air-conditioned car. I knew all eyes were on me as I reached behind my back and unfastened my top. I brought the top forward allowing my bare breasts to spill out into Tyrone's and all the strangers' view.

I could see Tyrone was a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable with my partial nudity, after all he had a daughter almost as old as me. Being topless was no big deal, women had chosen to bare their breasts in public for quite some time now and it was pretty well accepted, besides the sun felt so good on my naked boobs.

Tyrone got a blanket from the car trunk and I brought the bottle of chardonnay I had brought along with us. We found ourselves a grassy spot close to the water's edge.

Tyrone spread the blanket and I offered him a plastic cup filled with wine.

It was a glorious day, the sun was shining brightly near its azimuth and the temperature was climbing into the eighties.

"I'm going in the water for a dip!" I informed Tyrone. "Are you coming with me to protect me against the sharks?" I laughed.

I had arisen Tyrone's protective instincts and he suspected the "sharks" I was referring to were the other swimmers.

"I didn't bring any swim suit." Tyrone explained.

"Your underwear is good enough for me." I offered.

Casually I removed my denim shorts leaving me wearing a very skimpy pair of white silk panties.

Tyrone reluctantly stripped down to his briefs. I could not tell how aroused my nudity had caused but the significant bulge of his "package" was impressive.

I only paused momentarily at the water's edge before I dove in. The cool clear water enveloped my body instantly refreshing me. As I surfaced I saw Tyrone diving into to join me.

Tyrone surfaced a few feet from me.

"The water's nice." I said to him.

"Yes." He agreed, I noticed he was staring at the water beaded on my bare bosom. 

"You think I got nice tits Tyrone?" I brazenly asked cupping them in my hands and lifting them for his appraisal.

"They are pretty Mam." He offered.

"Never mind the "Mam", you can call me Michelle." I said splashing a handful of water in his direction.

Tyrone accepted my playful challenge and retaliated with a wave of spray in my direction. The horseplay begins as the others watched the young blonde and the black man frolicking in the water.

Our first physical contact was nonchalant, just a casual brushing of Tyrone's arm against my bare breast. As I did not protest Tyrone became more bold in handling my exposed tits. It was not long before he was openly groping them.

Our intimate contact had now definitely aroused Tyrone. I could feel his swollen member brushing against my thigh through his briefs.

"Let's go ashore." I suggested.

As I made my way out of the water I realized my wet panties were now virtually transparent. My pussy was as visible as if I were completely naked.

Tyrone followed me I saw his wet briefs did little to conceal his arousal. His erect cock stood as a mini baseball bat protruding through he wet cotton.

"You look like you are glad to see me?" I joked.

When I said, "see me", I peeled my wet panties down my legs becoming completely naked. I realized the rest of the onlookers were also studying my nudity.

"Want to warm that up?" I invited looking at the tent in his underwear.

"What do you mean Michelle?" he asked not sure of what I was proposing.

"I know a nice warm place you can put that." I suggested.

I had never had a black lover before but had heard all the tales from women who had. "Once you go black you will never go back!" was the popular cry. Judging by what I could see of Tyrone's cock I suspected I knew why.

"I want you to fuck me Tyrone." I brazenly asked.

"Right here Mam?" Tyrone asked unbelievingly.

"Right here in front of all these guys!" I confirmed.

I figured if I was going to be fucked by a black man I might as well make a performance of it.

It was totally out of character for me, I was usually quite conservative. Very few men had seen me naked and no one had watched me getting fucked, let alone by a black man old enough to be my father! Nevertheless here I was inviting my black chauffeur to mount me in public.

Tyrone was still in disbelief but he didn't want to pass up the opportunity to screw me. I figured I better get on with it before one of us backed out.

I took my place on the blanket sitting with my legs open so Tyrone and the others had a clear view of my waiting pussy.

Slowly Tyrone pulled down his wet briefs until is erection sprung out into view. He was standing about five feet away from me but his cock was monstrous. I guessed it was at least eight inches in length and as thick as my forearm. I knew I was in for a new experience.

"I do not have a condom Mam." Tyrone apologized.

"That won't be necessary." I advised him.

I was on the pill so I would not have to explain a black baby to Ang and I knew Tyrone had probably not screwed and woman but his wife Maxine for many years.

I lay back on the blanket and opened my legs even wider.

Tyrone's enormous body blocked out the sun as he crouched over me. I closed my eyes and prepared to receive my lover. 

I felt it touch my labia, the smooth cockhead of his black invader. He quickly found my entrance and his huge cock spread my vagina walls as he begin to penetrate me.

There was pain, but it was a sweet kind of pain as he stretched me to new limits.

"Oh God, you're so big!" I cried.

"Am I hurting you?" Tyrone asked.

"It is O.K., I want all of it." I greedily replied. 

I never realized a cock could feel so big in me. Inch after sweet inch Tyrone fed his black snake into me until I thought he was going to come out of my mouth!

Finally I felt his ball sack kissing my pussy lips, he was fully in me!

My legs encircled his ebony hips and I clamped myself to him like a leach waiting to suck out his bodily fluid. I gyrated in an effort to excite his cock buried deep in my wetness.

My actions triggered his passion, unable to control his primal instincts any longer he begin to fuck me like the slut I was.

I was totally unconcerned of the audience of strangers watching us as my body writhed like a wildcat under my massive black lover. The inside of my pussy was getting wetter than the perspiration in the valley between my breasts.

"Oh fuck me Tyrone". I cried loud enough for our neighbors to hear as my pelvic muscle contracted on his cock.

Tyrone came down hard driving me into the blanket.

"You like the black cock slut?" Tyrone became the aggressor.

"Oh yes Tyrone, make me come." I submitted to his power over me.

It was the most intense fuck of my life; I was a slave to his black cock.

My vagina walls were so stretched Tyrone's cock almost pulled me inside out on the withdrawing stroked. My hips had to sync with his movements to control the strong awareness of the massiveness of the cock in me.

There was a stench of sex in the air; I was a bitch in heat. 

My orgasm hit me like a tornado, lifting me and flinging me into an upward spire of sheer ecstasy unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

"Oh my God Tyrone!" was all I was able to cry as my world spun out of control.

The last sensation I felt was the tsunami of Tyrone's sperm gushing into my throbbing pussy.

I lay exhausted savoring the fullness of Tyrone's cock soaking in the juices of our sex.

Eventually Tyrone withdrew his dripping cock from within me and I bent over him to clean our juices from his cock with my tongue.

I was not aware of the stranger approaching me from the rear. My soaked pussy offered no resistance as he slid into my recently vacated cunt. I was being fucked by and unknown cock whilst I licked clean my black lover's.

I don't know how many cocks used me; it could have been six or seven, each depositing their sperm in the jism soup in my belly. Cocks were offered to my mouth that I greedily accepted.

We were silent on the drive home. I sat in the rear seat of the Lincoln once more the dutiful wife of Angelo Castiglione. 

Somehow I knew the relationship between Tyrone and me would never be the same again. We had tasted each other's passion and Tyrone knew now what a slut I was at heart. 



Trophy Wife



I am a 52 year old widower who runs a small B and B in a southern state. Although I have been single for a number of years, I have not lacked for intimate female companionship. Every few months or so a woman guest seems to appreciate my charming hospitality and my six foot two relatively slender body enough to stay an extra night or two in my little hotel.

My place is in a secluded area and is very private. The metal gate at the driveway entrance can be closed when I want to discourage sight seers. There are three guest suites, situated in separate buildings around an irregularly shaped swimming pool. Flowering bushes and lush greenery give it the appearance of a small village lost in the jungle. 

It was summer, hot and sultry. Only one suite had been booked for the weekend, reserved through my website by a Mr. Jack Norwood. At about 3 o'clock on Friday afternoon I heard the purr of an expensive car pull up to the main house. I went out on the porch and watched as a distinguished looking older man came up the walk, holding a small suitcase in one hand and guiding a very beautiful young woman with the other. A shiny deep green Jaguar was parked in the shade of the large oak near my entrance.

"Good afternoon," I said. "You must be Jack Norwood."

"That's right," he replied. "And this is my wife Jane."

I tried to keep from staring at the woman as I greeted them. She looked like she could be his daughter. I was wondering how such an old guy got a babe like that, and then I looked again at the Jaguar and sighed.

"Welcome to my little hotel," I said. "I have been expecting you."

Jane smiled but did not say anything. Her husband looked around and seemed pleased. "It is indeed very private," he said. "Just as advertised on your website."

"Oh yes," I was quick to agree. "And as you are the only guests this weekend, you will have the place to yourselves, except for me of course."

"Excellent," he said. "We have driven a long way on a very hot day, and are looking forward to relaxing in the pool."

"Right this way," I said.

As I led them through the main house to their suite I took every opportunity to check out my gorgeous house guest. Whoever coined the term "eye candy" must have been thinking about her. I guessed her age at about 25. She was tall and blonde, with well tanned, creamy skin and soft blue eyes. Her facial features came together in that indescribable way that can only be called beautiful.

But it was her body that really made my heart beat faster. She was wearing a tight sleeveless T shirt, and equally tight cotton slacks. Her high heeled sandals forced her slender body to curve in just the right way. I don't think I had ever seen a more provocative display of tits and ass.

My B&B is build around the pool, with gardens everywhere. The main house is on one side, and has a dining area and bar that faces the pool. My rooms are toward the front near the entrance. I took my guests through the bar and out the French doors onto the patio beside the pool.

"Fantastic," exclaimed Jack. "What do you think Jane? Is this a nice place to spend the weekend?"

"Oh yes," she said. "I can't wait to get out of these hot clothes and into that refreshing looking water."

I couldn't wait for her to do it either. Suddenly I remembered lots of things I had to do in the bar area that afternoon. Jane would be on display only a few feet away.

"Your suite is right over there," I said, pointing to the little cabin surrounded by flowering bushes and shaded by another old southern oak.

They went quickly to their room. I always offer my afternoon-arriving guests a special rum drink of my own concoction, and I stayed in the bar area to prepare it. It was still sloshing around in the blender when Jane came running out of their cabin in a neon green bikini that would stop six lanes of traffic.

That eye-grabbing bikini was trying its best to hold in Jane's thrusting tits and round little ass, but it was a losing battle. As she jumped into the water I just caught a glimpse of little ribbons at the halter between her breasts and at the sides of the bottom. I wondered if those little pieces of cloth would come away if you pull on the ribbons. My imagination was projecting scenes faster than a porn flick on fast forward.

Jack stood at the edge of the pool and smiled as he watched her. I thought I could detect a bulge in the front of his very conservative swimming trunks. He was not fat and seemed to be in reasonable shape for an old guy, but there was no hiding the sagging skin on his chest and stomach.

I went out and handed him the rum drink. It was in a large, ice cold ceramic tumbler. One of these babies would set your head spinning, and they go down sooo easy. 

"Thanks," he said, and took a big swallow. "That's really good."

I had made one for myself as well, and I sipped it as we stood there and watched Jane scissor her long slender legs as she did a slow breast stroke up and down the length of the pool.

"You have a very beautiful wife," I said, not stopping to think that he might be offended by having another man so openly leering at his wife.

But he just smiled and looked at me. "I think the proper term is Trophy Wife," he said. "I am a wealthy man and I have decided to enjoy my remaining years to the fullest. I am pleased that you admire her. Part of the pleasure is seeing other men envy me."

I had not expected him to respond in such a personal way to a complete stranger, and I didn't know quite what to say. He seemed to sense my discomfort.

"Don't be embarrassed," he said. "When you are my age and you meet someone you like, you cut through the chit chat and try to get to know the person quickly. I can tell just from the way you have designed and decorated this little hotel that you appreciate beauty and want to stimulate the senses of your guests. I am the same way. I hope you will join Jane and me for a swim before dinner."

I was intrigued. "I would be happy too," I said. "Let me bring a drink for Jane, and then I will change into my suit. Dinner is all prepared and I can serve it whenever you wish."

"Fine," he said, and he eased into the pool to swim toward the gorgeous creature who was giving him a very sexy come hither smile.

It took only a minute for me to pour another tumbler and place it beside the pool for Jane.  She was playfully swimming away from her husband as he tried to catch her by the ankle. The pool was not that big, and I knew he would corner her soon. I hurried away to get into my bathing suit.

After I changed I decided to put on the "no vacancy" sign and lock the front gate. These guests seemed to value the privacy of my location, and I did not want some late arriving tourist to disturb things. If Jack wanted me to envy him I just might get to see some interesting things later on.

When I came back out to the pool, Jane was lying on her stomach on the hot tiles beside the water. Jack was standing in the water rubbing suntan lotion slowly up and down the backs of her legs, all the way up to the edge of her bikini.

"Do you have any more lotion," he asked. "Our bottle is about empty."

"Yes, I have some very good coconut oil lotion in the bar. I'll get it."

Returning with the lotion I was surprised to see Jack sitting on the side of the pool opposite from where Jane was laying. He was not going to put any lotion on her from that position.

"I'll put the lotion down here near Jane when you need to put more on her," I said.

"She needs more on her right now," he said, smiling at me. "Would you please do it?"

I looked at him for a long moment, trying to interpret the situation. He held my eyes and nodded, effectively giving me permission to feel up his wife. Jane had her head turned so that she was not looking at either of us, and she did not move as she heard her husband ask a man she had just met to rub lotion on her nearly naked body.

Hey, an innkeeper is supposed to fulfill the wishes of his guests, right? I picked up the lotion and slid into the water beside Jane. The sun was hot and the lotion that Jack had put on her legs had already largely evaporated. My coconut oil lotion was thicker and would protect her better. I decided to redo her legs.

Starting at one ankle I dribbled a stream of lotion up over her calve and the back of her thigh. Then I repeated the process on the other leg. Putting down the bottle I looked over at Jack. He was watching us intently and nodded again. The thought went through my head that this was going to turn him on as much as me.

Slowly with just the tips of my fingers I began rubbing the lotion into her hot skin. When I went high on her thigh near her bikini I could feel a little shudder in her body. Her face was still turned away. I poured on more lotion and began massaging it into her flesh with my whole hand, and then with both hands. 

She shuddered again and I took that as a signal that she liked what I was doing. Boldly I slid both hands up the backs of her legs, one on each thigh, all the way to the top. 

"Ahh," she whispered.

At this point Jack eased into the water and came across the pool toward us. "Spread your legs, Jane," he said. "Our friend needs to put lotion on the insides of your thighs. You don't want to get sunburned there, especially not there."

Jane did not hesitate. Her legs opened up so that her feet were a good two feet apart. There were fine wispy golden blonde hairs poking out from her bikini between her legs, and the aroma coming from her was a sensual mixture of coconut, sweat, and arousal. I teased the hairs with my fingertips as I covered her inner thighs with more lotion. The oil on my finger tips made the hairs stand up and glisten in the sun. Her ass began to move in a slow circle, and barely audible sounds of pleasure came from her mouth.

It was clear now that the little ribbons on the side of the bikini were what held it together. A little tug and the cloth would be released to spring up and away from her tight little ass. I longed to run my lotion covered hands over that bare flesh.

"I think that's enough for her legs," said Jack, who was now standing beside me. "Do her back."

Again I dribbled the lotion onto her preliminary to rubbing it in. I laid down four wet stripes, from the top of her bikini bottom to her shoulders. Then I turned to her husband. "Would you like to do her back?" I asked.

"No, you are doing fine. Just be sure to get in under the halter strap."

So I went to work on her back. I must say it was not as much fun as doing her upper legs, but she seemed to enjoy it. After a few minutes I looked at Jack and asked the million dollar question, "What about her front?"

"Why of course you have to do her front," he said.

Finally Jane reacted to the situation. "Please Jack, this is embarrassing me. I don't need lotion on my front if there is no sun on it. And the sun is going down anyway."

Jack's eyes hardened. His voice was firm and commanding. "Jane, you will do as I tell you. You know what happens when you fail to obey."

She sounded miffed. "Why do you have to humiliate me in front of strangers?"

"Because I want to. And I don't consider this nice man a stranger. Now roll over."

Every woman I have ever known would have jumped up cursing at that point and left us. But Jack seemed to have absolute power over his wife. She turned over on her back and put one arm over her eyes.

"No, no you don't," he said firmly. "Take that arm down. We want to see your face."

Her arm came down and rested at her side. She looked at us from one to the other with a combination of resignation and growing excitement. Her firm breasts relaxed against her chest, but I could see through the thin bikini that her nipples were erect and hard. She pressed her legs together.

He was obviously not pleased with her resistance. Using his thumb and index finger he pinched one of her nipples through the material, causing her to gasp and arch her back. "Open those legs," he said. "We want complete access to your body."

In less than a second her legs were spread wide. But he did not release his hold on her nipple.

"I did it. They're open," she cried. "You're hurting me."

"Are you going to stop this foolishness and obey me?" he said, still squeezing her.

"Yes, yes, god yes...."

Jack let her go and looked at me. "Sometimes she needs to be reminded of her place," he said. "What good is a trophy wife if she won't obey? Later tonight I will punish her. Maybe you can help me."

I had watched this scene not believing what I was seeing. How did he get this power over such a beautiful creature? And he seemed to want to share her with me. It was incredible. My cock was hard as the railing on the pool stairs.

"Time to oil her front," he said. "I don't think she will object any more."

This time I poured the oil all in one place, in a puddle right on her navel. Then with one hand I began spreading it in an ever expanding circle, dipping low to her bikini bottom and high to her top.

Jack saw that my movement was being restricted by her halter top. "This is a special bikini design," he said. "I found it in a boutique in Jamaica. You just pull these little ribbons like so, and presto, no more bikini top."

The top fell away, revealing a pair of beautiful breasts with long, hard nipples set into large pink areoles. She was now completely resigned and sighed as we looked at her. "The sun feels good," she said.

"Don't want to burn these beauties," I said. Ever so slowly I began dripping coconut oil on her tits, trying to hit the tips of her nipples. The sensation was making her squirm.

"You do one, and I'll do the other," said Jack. "She'll like this."

We both began rubbing our respective tits with the hot lotion, giving lots of attention to the nipples. Immediately her breathing became deeper.

"This lotion needs to be worked into the skin very well to do its job," I said. I loved the feel of her tit in my hand and wanted to keep it there. Jack just smiled at me and gave me another of his permissive nods. Jane was starting to roll her hips from side to side as we worked on her. 

Since I had one hand free and there was still a puddle of lotion in her navel, I put my hand there and slowly pushed the oily solution downward. My hand reached the top of her bikini bottom and kept going, sliding under the fabric. No longer was I thinking about what I what doing or whether it was acceptable to them. 

"Here, let me help you," said Jack, as he deftly released the little ribbons at the sides of her bikini bottom. Then with a slow, steady motion he pealed the cloth down and away from her pussy. My slick, oil covered hand followed, covering her hot pussy.

"Oh god, what are you doing to me? I don't need lotion down there. Ohhhh, god."

After massaging the oil over her entire mound I bent over to examine it closely. Her hairs had been neatly trimmed, but still stood out about half an inch from her soft skin. They were a dark blonde and glistened in the sun with the oil. I used my finger tips to gently work the lotion into them. It was clear that the oil was not the only thing making her wet. The coconut scented aroma coming from her was indescribably erotic.

"Ohhhh my god......ahhhhhhh.......that feels so good........yesss....right there.....ohhh."

Her hips were now moving in a big circle, thrusting upward against my hand. My other hand was still squeezing her tit, and Jack was rubbing a stiff nipple between his fingers.

"Hold still, my dear," he said. "I want our friend to be able to examine you properly. Let's see if he can find that internal G spot that you like so much."

There was a challenge I couldn't resist. I bent down until my face was inches from her pussy and began to use the fingers of both hands to explore her. She stopped twisting and pushed her hips up to open herself for me. Her clit was clearly visible, and though I avoided touching in directly with my finger, I could not resist putting out my tongue and dabbing it on the super sensitive tip.

"Ahhhhhhhh.......more.......more........please more......."

"Not yet my little slut," I said. "I don't want you coming until I find that magic spot." Calling her a slut just slipped out of me, and I was afraid I was going to offend them both. But Jack just laughed, and Jane groaned and pushed her pussy towards my mouth, letting me know that being humiliated was part of her turn on.

Continuing my search for the Holy Grail, I inserted my long middle finger in her slick, tight hole and curled it upward toward her stomach. It didn't take long to find the little knot of nerves that was her G spot. She reacted immediately and began bouncing her ass on the hard surface of the pool deck.

"Ohhhhhh.......that's it.......yessss.....ahhhhh.... so gooooood....."

"Stop!" said Jack. "Don't let her come. Let's keep her at this pitch for a while."

Reluctantly I removed my hand. Jane lay there whimpering, her hips still moving from side to side. "Pleaseeee....."

"No my dear," said Jack. "This is part of your punishment for resisting earlier. Now you will have to wait. But I promise you it will be worth it. Now turn over on your stomach. My friend and I want to play with your tight little ass."

She did as he told her. He reached up to a nearby pool chair and pulled down a small cushion. A slap on her bare ass made her raise her hips so he could slide the cushion under her stomach. The position made her little round ass protrude provocatively, and we both began to run our hands over it. It was hot and slick, and undulated slightly under our hands as her muscles clinched and released.

"She is amazing," I said. "How did you get this gorgeous creature so completely under your power?"

He laughed. "We made a simple deal. I set aside a portion of my fortune, and for every year we are married I transfer ten percent of it to her name. In ten years she will be a very rich 37 year old woman, and I will probably be dead. But I can divorce her at any time, and the payments stop. She knows that I will divorce her if she fails to please me.  Of course, if she doesn't like being married to me, she is free to leave."

"I am not going anywhere," she purred and rolled her hips under our hands.

"There is another reason she submits to me," he continued. "Nature gave her not only beauty, but an incredible sex drive, one that is most fully aroused by being dominated. I make sure she gets all that she needs."

"Do you often involve other people?"

"Fairly often," he said. "Both men and women."

This last comment made me think of a woman friend who lived a few miles away. I knew she was bisexual and would love to get her hands on this beautiful girl.

"Ummmmm," I said. Then without thinking I reached for the coconut oil and poured a few ounces down the crack of her ass. My index finger followed and slid easily into her hole. A little shove and it was fully imbedded.

"Ohhhhhh....."

"Good move," said Jack. "Her ass is very sensitive. You should see her react to a vibrating butt plug."

"I would like to see that," I said. "But right now I am so turned on that I just want to fuck her."

He gave her a questioning look. "I'm more than ready," she said.

"All right," he said. "But I will direct the action. Both of you follow me. I have already picked out the perfect spot."

I withdrew my slippery finger and followed Jack up the tiled stairs to the terrace. Jane got up and came after us. Her naked and oiled body gleamed in the fading sunlight. He led us toward a low stone wall with a smooth top, about the height of a garden bench. Along the way he grabbed a long narrow cushion from a chaise lounge.

The low wall divided two flower beds and butted up against a high stone retaining wall. Jack placed the cushion on the top of the low wall, effectively creating a padded bench with the other wall as a back rest.




Trophy Wife



"This will do nicely," he said. Then turning to me, "I want you to sit on the bench with your back up against the wall and your legs out in front of you."

I was thinking that this guy was some kind of frustrated movie director, but I wasn't about to argue. My cock was making a big tent in my swimming trunks as I sat on the bench, stretched my legs out on the cushion, and leaned back. I put my hands behind my head and looked at Jane.

She didn't need to be told what to do. Without hesitating she knelt down in the flowers beside the bench and began playing with my cock through my swimsuit. One hand gently rubbed and squeezed on top of the suit, while the other snaked up my leg and reached under the suit. I dropped my feet off the bench to either side to let my thighs open up to give her easy access to my balls. Her fingers quickly found them. I gasped and arched my back in pleasure and need.

"That's enough of that," said Jack. "You'd better get on with it before you lose him."

Jane smiled at me and withdrew her hand. Then she expertly undid the cord at the waist of my suit and began to pull it down.

"Lift your hips a little honey," she said. "I need to get this off if I am going to fuck you."

Off came my suit, leaving me positioned almost on my back with my hard cock pointing up like the proverbial flag pole. She swung one leg over me so that she was straddling my hips, and guiding me into her with her hand, she slowly but steadily lowered herself. My cock went into her like a finger into fine, wet sand.

"Ahhhhhh," came from both of our mouths. The feeling was exquisite and for a moment neither of us moved. Then the sight of her firm tits and hard nipples in front of my face inspired me to grab her breasts in my hands and use them as handles to twist her body. She sensed what I wanted and began a slow gyration of her hips, while at the same time squeezing me with well-trained internal muscles.

My head was spinning but I managed to glance at Jack to see how he was reacting to all this. His eyes were hot and his hand was moving on the front of his bathing suit. "Good girl," he said. "Bring him off and you can come with him."

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Well she brought me off all right, and it was a good thing I had closed the gate because we both made a lot of noise. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman I had ever fucked and probably the sexiest. The fact that she was so turned on made me as excited as I had ever been. Old Jack sure had himself a trophy.

Afterwards he helped her get off of me and gave her a very loving kiss. "Good job, my dear. I enjoyed watching that very much. I almost wish I didn't have to punish you tonight."

She gave him a pouty look and swiveled her hips. I suspected that she was looking forward to whatever punishment he had in mind.  God she was sexy.

"Let's go get dressed for dinner," he said. "You certainly can't go to the dining room like that."

He took her hand and they walked side by side to their room. I picked up my bathing suit and carried it to my room in the front of the hotel. The sun was down behind the big oak trees, signaling that it was time to start preparing dinner. But first I decided to call my friend Elizabeth and see if she wanted to join us. I did not think Jack would mind at all. Elizabeth was not only bisexual; she was a stunning-looking woman, even if she was a good fifteen years older than trophy Jane.

She answered on the first ring. "Hi Elizabeth. This is your favorite innkeeper."

"Hi yourself. I was just thinking about you."

"That's interesting. What were you thinking?"

"That I don't have anything going on this weekend and might like to enjoy your stimulating company, and other things." Elizabeth was never shy.

"Well as a matter of fact I have some very unusual guests this weekend that I think you would enjoy meeting. I'm calling to invite you to come for dinner."

"I would love to," she said. "Tell me about these interesting guests."

"They are an older, apparently very rich gentleman and his young, very sexy trophy wife. The man is very proud of his trophy and likes to show her off in various ways." "Sounds intriguing. But I think you are not telling me everything. What are these ways?"

"You will see tonight. He has told her she is to be punished for being disobedient earlier today, and he may want our help in administering the punishment."

There was a long pause, and I heard Elizabeth take a deep breath. I could imagine her rising excitement at this prospect. Finally she said, "In that case I will bring some of my toys. You know what I like."

"I know very well, my dear Elizabeth. That's why I called you. And you know that I like it too. We are going to have some fun tonight."

Now there was real excitement in her voice. "What time do you want me to come?"

"In about an hour. You can join us for cocktails before dinner."

I spent the next hour fussing over my already prepared dinner of pasta and chicken. For dessert I planned to serve ice cream and strawberries with a homemade chocolate sauce. I set the table for four people, with candles and flowers from my garden. My senses were on edge, anticipating a sexually exciting evening.

It was almost dark when my phone rang. It was Elizabeth and she sounded upset.

"How do you expect me to come to dinner when you leave your gate locked? It's a good thing I brought my cell phone."

Opps. I had so many sexual scenarios going through my head I had forgotten about the gate. "Sorry," I said. "I'll be right there."

I jogged down the driveway and opened the gate. Elizabeth was standing outside her BMW with her hands on her hips, but she was smiling. She looked stunning in a yellow sundress with a tight, low cut top. A large black onyx pendent on a silver chain hung down to the valley entrance that marked her deep cleavage. Her dark hair was piled on the top of her head, with a few wisps kissing the tops of her ears. Even on the gravel driveway, her high heels forced her ample ass to protrude in a most provocative way. She wore designer glasses and looked like a sexy, no nonsense school teacher who had gotten dressed up for a PTA meeting.

"You are such a bad boy," she said. "You have locked your place up like a fort. I wonder what has been going on in there."

"You wouldn't believe me," I said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Bring your car in and I will lock the gate behind you. I don't want any more guests tonight."

She raised her eyebrows but did as I told her. After locking the gate I followed her up the drive and met her as she was removing a small leather case from her trunk.

"Nice wheels," she said, eyeing the Jaguar. "I hope your guests are as attractive as their car."

"Don't worry," I said. "I see you brought your little bag of toys."

"Yes indeed, and I have an interesting new item you haven't seen yet. I am ready to put this trophy wife through her paces."

"Not too fast, my dear. We must take our cues from the husband. He is definitely an alpha type who likes to control everything."

"Delicious," she said. "Maybe I will control her and he will control me."

"That's what I like about you. You enjoy playing any role, as long as it's sexual."

"Grrrrrr."

We went into the house and over to the bar. I poured us both a large glass of a Chardonnay that I knew she liked. There was no sign of our guests.

Elizabeth took her wine and went into the living room. She put her leather case on the top of a chest where it would be easy to access when the time was right. From the look in her eyes, I could tell she was excited. I went over to her and wrapped my hand around the big knot of hair on her head, bringing her face up to mine so I could kiss her. Her lips parted under mine and I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth. Then I let her go and backed off to renew sipping my wine.

"My goodness," she exclaimed, her face flush. "We are ready aren't we?"

At that moment Jack and Jane came into the room. "Good evening," he said. "I see you have another guest for dinner. I assume she's aware of the nature of this evening's festivities."

Elizabeth and I both stood there speechless. We couldn't take our eyes off of Jane. Her hands were manacled together in front of her with what looked like leather handcuffs. She was wearing a tight, turquoise sheath dress with strange looking flaps of the same fabric over her breasts and ass. Perched on ridiculously high heels she was almost as tall as her husband. Her eyes were shining and she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Jack stood to the side enjoying the effect. Finally he said, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

"Oh, sorry. This is my friend and neighbor, Elizabeth. Elizabeth, this is Mr. Norwood, and his wife Jane."

I don't know why I came out with "Mr. Norwood" instead of "Jack," but it did seem appropriate given his commanding presence and his wife in shackles. He did not correct me.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Norwood," said Elizabeth, meekly extending her hand and ignoring Jane. Apparently between my comment about Jack being an alpha male and my calling him Mister Norwood, she accepted him as being the dominant personality in the room.

"The pleasure is mine," he said, holding on to her hand and her eyes. She made no move to free herself.

"I hope you will enjoy yourself this evening and that you will not become sassy like my wife here. She has been a bad girl today, and she will soon learn there are consequences."

At this Jane looked down and shuddered. I was amazed that things were moving so fast and didn't know quite what to do. Elizabeth kept standing there with her hand out stretched looking at Jack.

"Ah, can I get you a drink?" I offered.

Jack released Elizabeth's hand and turned to me. "Yes indeed. I will have some of that same wine you two are drinking, and you'd better give Jane a glass. She's going to need it."

I poured them two glasses and topped off my own. There was a second bottle in the ice bucket, and I began to open it, thankful for something to do. Jane gripped her glass in her two bound hands and drank it all.

"Your wife is very beautiful," said Elizabeth. "It's unfortunate that she has displeased you today. I think that a woman should suffer the consequences if she displeases her man."

My eyes popped open even wider. Elizabeth was moving things right along.

"I am glad you agree," said Jack. "That's why she is wearing these wrist cuffs. She knows that at this point any resistance to my will is futile but I find that restraints heighten her sense of helplessness. There will be additional restraints before we are through tonight. And I want you to notice the loose fabric over certain areas of her body. She is quite naked under that fabric."

That revelation certainly got my attention. Jane's tits were pushing hard against that little flap and I could imagine what they would look like if the material were pulled aside. And the same was true of her ass. It was an ingenious dress.

Elizabeth's eyes were hot. "If I might make a suggestion," she said. "I think her hands should be cuffed behind her. It will leave her more vulnerable. And then you could use a Velcro strap to bind her upper arms together, increasing her vulnerability even more."

Jack smiled broadly. "Excellent ideas. Elizabeth, you are obviously a connoisseur of such things. But where am I going to get a Velcro strap?"

I knew the answer to that one. Elizabeth walked over to where her leather case rested on the chest and opened the lid. She turned and came away with a black strap several feet long with Velcro hooks on one side and eyes on the other. I knew from experience that you could wrap that strap tightly around anything and hold it in place.

Jane licked her lips and held out her glass for more wine. She knew it would be her last chance. I quickly obliged her, and topped off my own glass again.

Not satisfied with just taking the strap, Jack pushed past Elizabeth and went over to the leather case. One by one he began removing items and putting them on the chest.

"Well, what have we here? Padded wrist and ankle cuffs. A couple of kinds of nipple clamps. A nice leather riding crop. A short little whip with leather thongs. And this telescoping plastic rod that looks really wicked. Here's even a collapsible enemy bag and hose. And what's in this little box? Ah, little vibrators of different shapes, and as assortment of feathers. Elizabeth, you are a naughty woman."

Elizabeth pouted and looked down. I think she was embarrassed by having her toys laid out for all to see, even though I knew that she liked both using the toys and having them used on her.

Rummaging around in the bottom of the case Jack came up with one more item. It appeared to be an old-fashioned fly swatter, the kind with a twisted wire handle and a rough fabric pad with holes in it at the end. I had not seen this particular toy before, but I could imagine how it could be used to spank a sensitized tit or pussy. This must have been the surprise new item that Elizabeth had referred to.

"Well, this is an unusual item," he said. "I can use it to make sure there are no flies on my women."

Jack laughed at his own joke and waved the swatter in the air.  Then he pretended to see a fly on Elizabeth's ass and gave her a hard slap.

"Ouch," she cried. "That hurt."

"Good," he said. "I think I will start with this on my disobedient wife."

He took the Velcro strap and gave it to me. "You do the honors. Cuff Jane's hands behind her and bind her arms together. I want to give her a taste of what's to come before we have dinner."

I stepped in front of Jane and looked at her beautiful face as I unclipped the little leather chain between her wrists cuffs. Her eyes seemed to plead for help, but at the same time showed excitement. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips, which she returned. Then, moving behind her, I pulled her wrists back and reattached the leather chain. A couple of turns of the Velcro strap around her upper arms pulled her shoulders back and made her breasts thrust forward. A little whimper came from her lips.

"Tighter," ordered Jack.

I loosened the Velcro and pulled it tighter on her arms. She whimpered louder this time, but it didn't deter me from securing the Velcro in the new position. While I was back there I decided to check under the flap of fabric that covered her ass. I raised it with one hand and felt her bare skin with the other. Her dress framed the perfect little globe of her ass and presented a picture that was so erotic I almost lost it right there. I gave her a couple of slaps and squeezes and then stood back.

"Well, Elizabeth," said Jack. "Is this the effect you had in mind?"

Elizabeth was taking some deep breaths. "There is one more thing, Mr. Norwood," she said. "You need to secure her to a post so that she cannot bend over. Then her exposure and vulnerability will be complete."

"Ummm, there is that post between the living room and the dining room. Do we have something to use to tie her?"

"All you need is a scarf around her neck and the post," said Elizabeth. "That would make her keep her head up. There is a scarf in the side pocket of my case that I sometimes use as a blindfold."

"Excellent," he said. "We won't need it as a blindfold. I like to see her eyes when I whip her."

Elizabeth retrieved the scarf and the two of us led Jane over to the post. I think she was genuinely scared at this point. She probably had never been restrained in such a way. Once we had tied the scarf she was positioned on her high heels with the entire front of her body thrust forward.

Jack spoke to Elizabeth. "I want your help in this. You are to do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," she quickly responded.

"Now slide that fabric away from her chest and expose her tits."

Elizabeth lifted the flap and tucked it behind Jane' shoulders. Her bare tits with their prominent nipples stood up big and firm. Jane seemed proud of their size and tried to push them out even more.

"Examine them, Elizabeth. See how stiff and ready for punishment those nipples are," ordered Jack.

Elizabeth put a hand on each breast and ran her fingers around, over and under them. The women looked into each other's eyes, Jane with pleading for understanding, and Elizabeth with cruelty and lust. She ended her examination by pinching both nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, and squeezing until Jane cried out.

Jack was pleased. "That's it, Elizabeth. Make the bitch suffer."

Elizabeth stepped back and the three of us stood in a line facing Jane. With her head held high against the post and her bare tits on display, she was the picture of vulnerability and helplessness. Jack raised the fly swatter and began tapping it smartly on the top of her left breast.

"Ohhhhh.....that stings......"

He switched to the other breast and gave it three sharp swats.

"Ahhhhhh......"  Jane started stamping her feet.

Elizabeth was watching with smoldering eyes. "Drag the rough fabric across her nipple," she said to Jack.

Jack smiled and nodded at Elizabeth. "You do know your business," he said, and he began a slow back and forth scrapping motion across Jane's left nipple.

"Ohhhhhh ....shiiiitttt..." Jane was really squirming now.

The scarf was not tight enough around her neck to keep her from sliding to the side, around the pole, and Jack had to follow her to keep the fly swatter in contact with her tit. I decided to help him by going behind her and holding her ass to keep her in place. Slipping my hands under the loose fabric, I got a good hold on her ass cheeks and squeezed. She squealed and tried to twist away.

"Oh no you don't," I said, and I slid one hand down her ass crack and up between her legs. At the same time I used my foot to kick her legs apart. This let my hand go forward and up on to her bare pussy, which I found to be very wet and slippery. "She's really turned on," I announced to the group.

"So am I," responded Elizabeth.

"Some punishment," laughed Jack. He looked at me. "We might as well stop and have dinner. Then at least these naughty girls will suffer sexual frustration. We can continue later."

I was very hard and pretty frustrated myself, but Jack was the director of our little play, so I withdrew my hand from the now moaning Jane and went to put dinner on.

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When I came out of the kitchen I expected to see Jane sitting at the table with my other two guests. But there she was, still tethered to the pole with the black scarf, her bare tits and ass on display.

"I decided to leave her there for a while," said Jack. "I know she's hungry, but she doesn't deserve any food yet."

I shrugged and put the deliciously smelling chicken and pasta casserole on the table. Elizabeth poured more wine into all our glasses.

"At least give me some wine," whined Jane.

"Listen to her complaining," said Jack. "She knows she brought this on herself by disobeying me. Elizabeth, you can give her a sip of wine, but make her pay for it."

Elizabeth's eyes sparkled at being invited to add to Jane's torment. She took her wine glass and got up from the table. With a little smile on her lips she dipped a finger into the wine and walked up to Jane and put her wet finger up to Jane's lips.

"Suck it like a good slut," she said. 

Jane licked the finger and then let it slide into her mouth. Elizabeth began a slow rotation to feel the insides of Jane's cheeks. With her other hand she cupped a bare breast and lightly squeezed it.

"Don't you dare bite me," she said. Then removing her wet finger, she taunted Jane. "Would you like a real sip of wine now?"

"Yes please. I'm so thirsty."




Trophy Wife



Elizabeth raised the wine glass to Jane's lips and turned it up so that a prodigious quantity poured into her mouth and down her chin. Jane gasped and tried to swallow, but before she could manage more than one gulp Elizabeth had her mouth on top of hers, roughly kissing her and probing her mouth with her tongue. Jane twisted her head in an effort to break the contact, but Elizabeth grabbed her hair and held her in place.

Jack and I watched as we dished the pasta onto our plates. It was a very erotic and exciting scene--the lovely half-naked girl helplessly restrained and being devoured by the sex crazed older woman. I longed to jump up and go fuck them both.

"A nice picture, hey?" Jack commented, as if he were watching a sensual play in a small theater. "Your friend Elizabeth seems quite taken with my trophy wife. I do love sharing her with people who appreciate her beauty and her needs."

I nodded and began eating. After a couple of bites, I raised my glass in a toast to Jack. "You are a most generous guest to share your wife with us in this manner. Elizabeth and I are most appreciative."

My mock formality was a comic contrast to the scene that was now playing out between Elizabeth and Jane. Elizabeth had gotten her fill of Jane's lips and mouth, and was now proceeding to mount an assault on her pussy. Jane's slinky dress was bunched up at her waist, leaving her completely exposed from her belly to her high heeled, fuck-me pumps. Elizabeth was down on one knee exploring and probing.

"Ohhhhh.....godddddd....."

"Spread your legs my dear," said Jack. "Open yourself for your friend Elizabeth."

"I'm not sure she'sss.....my......friend.....ohhhhhh......but she sure knowsssssss.......what she'sssss.......dooooooing......ohhhhhhhh."

Jack wiped his mouth with one of my good linen napkins and got up from the table and approached the two women. "Don't you dare let her come," he said sharply to Elizabeth.

However it appeared that Elizabeth was too far gone to stop herself. As Jack reached her she leaned forward and pushed her mouth onto Jane's pussy like it was her last meal. I could imagine her tongue thrusting out and seeking Jane's clit.

"Shiiiiiit......goddddddddd........moooooore........almoooost theeeeere........" came from the writhing Jane.

Quickly Jack grabbed Elizabeth by her hair and jerked her back. "Control yourself," he ordered. "You are as bad as she is. Go sit down at the table and eat your dinner."

Elizabeth pouted but did as she was told. Jack pulled Jane's dress back down and playfully scolded her. "You liked that didn't you? You are such a horny little wife. Are you still hungry?"

Jane was still breathing heavily but she managed to look at the food on the table and nod her head.

"Maybe if you are good, our host will feed you some of his delicious casserole," said Jack.

I took this as an invitation and dished up a plate for Jane. When Jack showed no sign that he was going to release her, I got up and walked over with her plate and a fork. Jack stepped back.

"Make her earn it," he said

With the fork I speared a small piece of chicken and pasta and extended it up to her lips. But when she opened her mouth, I pulled it back.

"You have to kiss me first," I said, and I put my lips two inches away from hers.

She had just enough play in the scarf around her neck to be able to push forward and lick my lips with her tongue. Her tongue was hot and her deep breaths told me how aroused she still was. I let her lick me for a good ten seconds before I leaned into her and drove my tongue into her open mouth.

"Ahhgg..." she moaned and followed my tongue. It was a long kiss and I felt her body squirm.

When I finally pulled back, she whispered to me. "Please, my arms hurt and I'm so hungry. I'll make it up to you."

I didn't respond but instead put the fork full of food into her mouth. She savored it with her eyes closed.

I looked over at Jack. He was standing behind Elizabeth's chair with his hands down inside the top of her sundress. She was eating her dinner and trying to pretend nothing was happening as he felt her tits, then I saw his hands twist and knew he was starting to roll her nipples between his fingers.

"Ohhhhhh," Elizabeth moaned and put down her fork. Her shoulders relaxed to give him better access and she leaned her head back to look up at him. It was a perfect picture of what the writers call 'sweet surrender'.

"Excuse me Mr. Norwood," I said formally. "Would you mind if I untied your wife? I would like her to do something for me that she can't really do in her present position."

He laughed. "Sure, no problem. Bring her over to the table so we can all watch. I think Elizabeth here would like to use her for a few things too."

I released Jane from her bounds and led her to the table. She down opposite Elizabeth and I put the plate of casserole in front of her. She began eating immediately, but her eyes were locked on Elizabeth's.

"My wife seems to be really enjoying her food," said Jack, still tweaking Elizabeth's nipples. "What do you think, Elizabeth? Is this the best casserole you've ever tasted?"

"I have other tastes," said Elizabeth. "Please pass the wife."



Trophy Wife



Brent received a call from an old customer of his. Could he come around and retune the piano? He could. A date and time was arranged and Brent added it to his appointment diary.

On the nominated date Brent fronted up to the Williams' place and rang the bell. To his surprise the door was not opened by Mr Williams. Instead there was an attractive young blonde standing there.

Brent appreciated a nicely turned female form as much as the next man and he had to admit that this was one very nice female form. She was lightly clad in a loose-necked blouse and a micro-mini skirt. From the way the blouse clung to her breasts Brent was prepared to swear that she was braless. 

"Good morning," he said. "I'm Brent Masters. I've an appointment to tune the piano."

"Oh, yes," gushed the blonde. "Popsy said he was having someone come to do that. He wanted to be here to see you himself but had to go out. I'm Mrs Williams, but you can call me Carly."

Carly turned and led the way into the house, followed by a slightly bemused Brent. He couldn't help but notice the way her skirt clung lovingly to her bottom, and if she had panties they sure weren't leaving any visible lines on the material.

Now that he thought about it he'd heard that Mr Williams had got married again. Seeing Mr Williams was in his fifties and Carly wouldn't be pushing twenty very hard, Brent suspected that she was a trophy wife. With a face and figure like that she was probably an accomplished gold-digger as well.

Settling at the piano, Brent ran a hand across the keys, listening to the sounds. Not bad, he thought. A few rough spots, but generally pretty good.

Brent has assumed that Carly would leave him to get on with his work. He was to be disappointed. He was reaching for some tuning forks when she spoke to him.

"How do you know if a note's not right?"

Turning to answer, Brent found Carly leaning forward over the end of the piano. His idle thoughts about her lack of a bra were answered on the spot. The loose neck of the blouse was gaping, Carly's braless ornaments on full display. Brent took a deep breath, and kept his eyes on Carly's face. She was a customer, after all.

"Um, I compare the sound each note makes against my tuning forks if I'm not sure. Generally I can tell just by hitting the key. I have a very keen ear, but I do need silence while I'm testing."

"Sure. You go right ahead. I just like to watch an expert at his work," Carly said. 

It wasn't what she said, Brent decided, but the way she said it. And you can't make anything of that or you'll wind up looking like a fool. He took a deep breath and started work.

It was hell. Every time he wanted silence, Carly would be filling it with questions. She was constantly moving around.

Bending down to look at his tools, while her blouse gaped and showed her assets. Leaning over the end of the piano, while her blouse gaped open and revealed her breasts. Standing on her toes and trying to look in the back of the piano, and still somehow managing to make her blouse gape and expose her womanliness. 

The first time Brent was willing to concede could have been accidental. So could the second and even the third. But there was no way the constant barrage of breasts on display could be anything but deliberate. Carly was deliberately teasing him. A glimpse of her face in a mirror while she was crossing behind him showed open mockery on her face. 

She was having fun, exciting herself by flashing her boobs at the tradesman, knowing that there was nothing he could do about it.

Her constant chatter and general distraction had almost doubled the length of the visit by the time Brent had finished. 

Writing out his invoice, Brent was slightly reluctant to charge Mr Williams for the full time, as he should have been able to finish in half that. Considering Carly's behaviour, Brent decided it was fair enough. He was tempted to add a surcharge for hazardous duty.

Taking the invoice from him, Carly glanced at it. 

"Um, if you care to wait a moment I'll get you a cheque," she said and darted out of the room, returning a minute later, cheque book in hand.

She moved to the middle of the room and bent over the coffee table to right out the cheque. It was, Brent noted, a very low coffee table. Most people who wanted to use it to write on would either sit or crouch, not just bend over.

They especially wouldn't turn their back on the man in the room and bend over so far, while wearing a micro-mini skirt. A flirty skirt at that. Of course, if they wanted to show you that they were wearing thong panties that just barely covered their pussy and left their pretty little tush on display, they just might do that. 

If Carly wanted to play games, then he would play games. His work was finished, after all. He casually moved closer to Carly and reached down. His finger slid under her thong, just where it thinned out after covering her mound. He pulled sharply upwards, watching the mound covering promptly disappear between her lips.

Carly squealed and jerked erect, batting at his hand.

"Are you insane?" she demanded. "What do you think you're doing?"

Watching Carly trying to adjust her thong, Brent smiled.

"I wouldn't bother doing that, if I were you. You might as well just take them off."

Carly started at that. Had she gone too far she wondered? She had, she realised as she saw that Brent was undoing his fly and taking out his erection.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked again, staring at Brent, eyes flicking down to his erection and back up to his face. "Put that away at once."

"I intend to," said Brent. "Just where you want it. And don't say you don't. I could feel how wet you are when I hooked hold of your panties. Now take them off."

Carly looked at Brent a trifle nervously. He couldn't be serious, could he? He was just a tradesman. She was a rich man's wife. She couldn't afford to fool around with him.

Brent slipped a hand up under Carly's blouse and took hold of a breast.

"You've been showing me these for the last two hours," he stated. "Now it's time to deliver. Panties off, and I won't ask again."

Carly bit her lip, but could feel excitement coursing through her. Brent was serious. He was going to make her take of her panties and then he was going to use her. As though she was just anyone. Reaching up her skirt she tugged at her thong, letting it drop to the floor.

Brent nodded with satisfaction. Taking Carly's blouse he lifted it up, Carly automatically raising her arms to let it go.

Brent pulled Carly against him so she could feel the length of his erection pressing against her. Pushing her skirt up so it was bunched around her waist, he took hold of her bottom. Slowly he lifted her, letting her feel the drag of his erection against her. Soon she was high enough so that it slipped between her thighs, pressing against her slit.

Hands tight around Carly's cheeks, Brent pulled Carly's thighs further apart. Then he lowered her, letting her feel the head of his cock pressing against her slit, poshing past her slit.

Carly felt excitement exploding through her. He was going to do it. He was really going to do it. Without so much as a by your leave, he was taking her as though she was a common tart he'd paid for. She could feel him there, the head of his cock just inside her, getting ready to come deeper.

Seeing the expectation plain on Carly's face and listening to her excited breathing, Brent smiled grimly. Let's see how she likes this.

He pushed Carly downward onto his erection while at the same time thrusting forcefully upwards. Swiftly and neatly he took Carly, sinking in full length with that single thrust.

Carly squealed as she felt Brent savagely invade her. Not from shock but from excitement. She was being taken with no regard to her feelings and it felt wonderful. 

Brent sank down to his knees and tilted Carly back until she was lying on the carpet. Leaning over her he pressed her down, pinning her with his weight. Then he set to work to show her what a man's cock was for and why she shouldn't tease them.

Pulling back he drove forcefully into her again. Carly was squealing and writhing under him as he pounded her relentlessly, her hips thrusting eagerly upwards to try and assuage his driving need.

Listening to Carly squeal as he continued to pound into her, Brent decided he'd been right about one thing. The damn woman never shut up, although her squeals now were preferable to her incessant inane questions.

Brent hammered Carly ruthlessly, enjoying her response and her pleading cries. He wasn't sure if she was begging him to stop or continue, although he suspected it was the latter. The way she was humping her ass back up at him when he drove down strongly suggested that she was begging for more.

Carly didn't know what she was pleading for either. All she knew was that Brent was taking her, using her, giving no consideration to the way she reacted but driving in at his own pleasure. And driving her wild while doing so.

She could hear herself squealing and pleading, feel herself writhing under his dominance, and knew that if had to go on.

Taking Carly hard, Brent could feel his climax approaching. Idly he wondered if Carly would reach hers as he started to move even faster, driving down into her, letting her know he was the master.

Carly could sense the increased pressure and speed. She knew what it meant and threw herself even harder into meeting Brent. She would die if he climaxed without her, leaving her poised with nowhere to go. She had to match him, and she flung her body hard into the task of making it so.

Carly sobbed with relief as she felt her own climax coming onto her, then screamed as she felt Brent let loose within her. Shattered, she clung to him while her body throbbed wildly, her nerves letting go and flinging her over the edge.

Finally regaining control of herself, Carly sat up. Brent was still there, standing, waiting. She looked at him.

"You haven't signed it," he stated.

Carly felt blank and looked where he had gestured. Her cheque book was sitting there. She hadn't finished writing the cheque when things went awry. Reaching over she picked up the pen and signed.

Brent took the cheque, nodded to her and left.

As Brent was walking towards his car, Mr Williams drove up. Pulling over he hopped out of his car and walked across to greet Brent, shaking hands.

"Sorry I wasn't here to greet you," he said. "Work commitments. I assume Carly pointed you in the direction of the piano."

"You assume right," said Brent. "Actually, she went with me and stayed while I was tuning it. She had a few questions regarding the work."

Brent could see Mr Williams running this through his mind and was surprised to see the man give him the once over and grow slightly pale.

"Ah, Brent," said Mr Williams, "please tell me you had the gumption to bend Carly over and fuck her brains out. You did do that, didn't you?"

Seeing the agreement on Brent's face Mr Williams gave a sigh of relief. 

"Thank god for that," he muttered. "It would probably have killed me if you'd gone and left her in an excited state. I'd have had to try to satisfy her, and I can't do that as often as I used to. Well, have a good day."



Trophy Wife



You could feel the excitement in the air. Maybe it was his promise that we were sure to enjoy this particular party, or his sly hints he dropped about the new toy that he and Natalie had bought, but our small group of swingers gathered in Mario's sumptuous gameroom seemed unusually eager that night. Neither Mario nor his charming wife Natalie, were there to greet us at the door. But the familiar crowd helped themselves, and the party seemed to go on well enough without its host. 

We had been there less than an hour, chatting, sitting around, drinking and smoking, when suddenly the lights went off; the crowd shifted in restless anticipation. There were a few whispers, quickly hushed. Somewhere, a woman giggled nervously. Then, dramatically, a single floodlight snapped on revealing the low flat table that had been set up at the far end of the room, just in front of the fireplace. On that table huddled the unmistakable squat shape of a Sybian sex machine. 

For those of you that don't know, a Sybian is a small cylinder cut lengthwise; it looks like half of a wastebasket lying on its side. The curved mound is vinyl-covered, smooth, and perfectly symmetrical; a deep generous curve, wide, but not so wide that its girth can't be easily accommodated between the clutching thighs of a kneeling woman.

From the very top of the curve, a soft plastic dildo juts up in obscene invitation, sticking straight up in the air. This one had been already been prepared with a coating of greasy lubricant -- an erect, gleaming shaft, eight inches of cream-colored phallus standing at attention. Although rod was stiffened, yet it remained pliable enough so it could comfortably fit into an impaled female rider, who knelt straddling the mound.

All eyes were instantly drawn to the pleasure machine, so that at first we failed to notice the two shadowy figures that now entered the darkened room through a side door and were making their way across onto the floodlit carpet. Mario, bare-chested and grinning, led a tall slender woman who followed him from a thin chain leash attached to a collar around her neck. She had been blindfolded. And except for the high leather collar that banded her neck and a pair of white pumps on her feet, she was totally naked. 

A gasp came up from the crowd as they instantly recognized the blindfolded woman. Being led out in front of the excited crowd, naked, on a leash and moving with her characteristic smooth elegance was none other than Natalie -- Mario's stately wife. 

We knew her well, the perfect, always gracious hostess, a beautiful woman who always looked so devastating in one of her slinky gowns, and who favored all their guests with a warm and ready smile. But tonight, the lady who appeared before us was in the nude. We admired those exquisite features, the close-cropped dark hair, and the willowy body and tall tapering legs of a dancer. Small-breasted and with long slim hips, the collared woman carried herself with the confidence and easy sway of a fashion model strolling the runway. We watched fascinated while Mario led his wife to where the humped Sybian machine squatted waiting for her, like a brooding Hippo. 

He helped her to step up onto the small table, and stand facing us, her silent audience. The blindfolded nude made a stunning picture standing under the floodlight in nothing but her shoes: her long white body and the dark hair on her head, repeated by a narrow triangle of pubic hair low on her belly. Now Mario stepped up on the platform to stand just behind his naked wife. He placed his hands on her bare shoulders and bent down to nuzzle into her neck , kissed her there, over the collar and up along the neck, till he brought his lips to her ear. At his whispered words, she obligingly shifted her weight, opening her legs, setting her high heels some 18 inches apart. Now as she stood boldly facing us with legs spread, with one foot he nudged the rounded machine into place between her legs making sure the erect dildo was carefully positioned directly under her crotch.

Again Mario spoke quietly to her, and we saw the blindfolded head give a short nod. Her tongue came out to quickly lick her lips; her small breasts rising and falling in tense anticipation, as he stood perfectly still. You could've heard a pin drop in that room. Now the hands on her shoulders tightened and press gently downward gently. A few more words of encouragement were murmured into her ear as, holding herself perfectly erect, the naked girl settled into a half-squat, her furry crotch just inches over the ready prick. As she squatted there, she reached a hand down to her hairy sex. Her fingers slipped between her legs and she fingered her labia, opening herself up. Holding back the splayed lips, she paused. Her knees bent further as she lowered herself, while her helpful husband guided her onto the cream colored dildo.

The room watched with rapt attention, scarcely daring to breathe, fascinated to see this elegant woman impaling herself on the protruding shaft of this obscene sex toy.

Inch by inch, the artificial cock was swallowed by the descending cunt till Natalie had settled into place -- the entire length of the stiff phallus lodged up her vagina as she straddled the mounded bulk. We watched her shift, getting used to the plastic vibrator that was now well ensconced up her cunt.

Beaming with pride, Mario bent down and kissed her on the lips. 

Next she was urged to bring her hands behind her back, so that she might be handcuffed. Once her wrists had been secured, he stepped back, leaving his naked wife to kneel there. She knelt in place, under the lights, transfixed on the hulking sex toy. She held her blindfolded head high, shoulders pulled back so that her little breasts stuck out, as though begging to be touched. Mario couldn't resist running a hand down her shoulder to brush across the girl's hardening nipple.

Now he took a seat in front and to one side, careful not to block our view. We watched him pick up a what looked like a wireless computer mouse laying beside the chair. It was the control module of course, this version of the Sybian being the wireless type, so it could be operated either by the rider herself, or by her lover from some distance away.

Mario palmed the controller, sliding a thumb forward. The machine whirred into life, instantly electrifying the mounted woman. A muffled humming filled the room as the vibrating dildo sent deep-seated vibrations reverberating throughout the girl's slender frame. Abruptly she jerked upright, stiffened, her shoulders quivered with the novel thrills surging up from her vagina.

"Oooooh," she cried in delighted surprise as the waves of deep-seated pleasure swept up over her.

Mario let her absorb the throbbing sensations for a minute or so, and then with another flick of the controller he started the fucking motion, activating the smoothly operating cams which sent the rod pumping up and down like a well-oiled piston.

"Mmmmmm..." the mounted rider gave out with a tight-lipped wavering hum; a shudder ran through her erect body and she began bouncing lightly on the curved saddle, jogging with repeated jolts of pleasures. Her manacled hands fluttered to find purchase on the contoured hump behind her so that she might brace herself against the incessant pounding. We watched fascinated, as the helpless woman gyrated, twisted and turned, being be fucked with ceaseless, mechanical precision.

Mario, judging the timing to be right, now increased the intensity. The low-pitched murmur of the machine became a muffled hum, as the pumping vibrator picked up speed, sending repeated thrills through that lithe, undulating body. I watched her little titties shaking merrily. The electrified girl fell forward, arched back. Above the blindfold, lines of urgency creased her smooth brow, her teeth were clench and she uttered a "yeeeechh" at each sudden stab of pleasure,

She shook and trembled; her thighs spasomed, tightened on her mount. Abruptly, her hips began bucking. rocking to the rhythm of the vibrating rod so ruthlessly energizing her. Soon the juddering rider began bobbing up and down, fucking herself on the pistoning dildo. She was a female being truly and deeply fucked, savoring the delicious sensations generated deep in her innards. 

"Yeeech!" she cried through clenched teeth as she bore down, twisting her shoulders, shaking her head vigorously.

We watched her hips rocking ever deeper, her arms, extended behind her stiffened as she bore down, humping the Sybian with lusty urgency. Mario was watching the Sybian rider intently now, looking for the first telltale hint of an approaching climax. He knew his wife very well. He played the controller, sending pulsing energy to electrify the juddering girl, rapidly alternating the intensity, the speed, flooding her with repeated orgasmic thrills. He sent the thrusting rod deep, and then teasingly drew it back, driving the lust-crazed girl always closer to the edge all the while totally controlling her wild and bouncy ride. 

And when he judged the time was right, his thumb slid up a notch. The girl shrieked. She threw her head back and let out a low deep-throated moan as a shudder racked her body. Then she was arching backwards and straining up against the creamy rise of pleasure. A dreamy expression came over her upturned face as she was held there on the brink for several impossible seconds. We watched entranced as the girl got swept up in the wave of sheer sensual pleasure. He let her ride the rolling orgasm till it reached its peak. Just as her body started quivering, signaling the onrushing climax, he slid his thumb to the final notch. 

The abrupt surge of energy sent that stiffened body into a profound spasm of pure ecstatic delight. She screeched, shook and trembled, threw back her head and gave out with a long, trailing moan, as a massive, all-consuming orgasm overtook her.

The whirring noise abruptly stopped, and the silence in that room was palpable.

All eyes were on the naked brunette who was now slumped forward with head and shoulders sagging down, panting heavily, her small breasts undulating in deep heaves, her sweaty body limp and drained. A shiver rippled through her heaving shoulders -- a tiny aftershock. Totally helpless, the spent woman was unable to dismount of course, and her amused husband might well keep her in place impaled on the diabolical machine, while she recovered her equilibrium. Perhaps he was considering an encore performance.

But for a moment, no one moved. Suddenly, her most appreciative audience broke out in wild and enthusiastic applause.

The End