0 comments/  611401 views/  91 favorites

Home Business

By: Home Business



"I'm still in a state of shock. I guess I'm naive or something but I never imagined that there were sites like yours. Oh, I mean I know all about hardcore sites, XXX porn and all that but I'm knocked out to learn that some sites are owned and operated by regular people, people like you and Anne, people like me and Brooke."

"Most sites are highly commercial. They use lots of different women but as I told you, there are many sites like ours."

"How do you get your customers? There must be a lot of competition?"

Ray smiled and said, "you're right. Attracting and keeping members is what it's all about. There are a lot of free sites that allow us to post a few stills and some even let us load a teaser clip from a video. Then, you try to get them to your site. The free stuff is just bait, even the free section of our own site. Not everyone who visits us joins, as a matter of fact most don't but enough do to make it worthwhile."

They drove in silence for several minutes. The skyline of Seattle was coming into view as Ray said, "Scott, you seem very interested in what we're doing, in our home business."

"Beyond interested, more like fascinated, I would say. " Scott readily acknowledged.

"Is this something that you would like to get into?"

"Let's face it. I have to do something soon. I guess I thought this kind of stuff was illegal."

"You have to be careful. You have to make every effort to keep those under age away from the site. Credit cards and checking accounts for payment helps with that. Also, we just handle the content as you know."

"I'd have to find a gal to do what Anne does. I wouldn't have a clue how to go about that."

"A beautiful woman, willing to do what Anne and the other wives do, will demand most of the profits. Also, you can't hire actresses and get away with it. You'll find that members get to know the woman and they won't settle for anything but the genuine article. A housewife who really gets off with different men and doesn't hold back anything."

They dined at one of Ray's favorite restaurants on the wharf. Scott remembered that the seafood was wonderful, the company interesting and the subject that they discussed engrossing. "I'd really like to do something like what you're doing. I think I can handle the e-mails, new member acknowledgments, stories and all that from our home. I just don't see any possibility of providing the content."

Ray had been waiting for this moment. Both of them had been talking around the obvious solution to Scott's dilemma. "If you're going to do what we did, what Nina Black and her husband did, what Jon David and Cherie Monroe at Wetlands did, what Jason and Jackie did, what Cathy, Anny and their husbands did, then your wife is going to have to do what our wives do."

Scott shook his head. "Not a chance. Not a snowball's chance of Brooke doing what I saw your wife doing."

"Why not. Isn't she pretty?"

Scott smiled. Her looks sure weren't the problem. "She's beautiful. I couldn't exaggerate about her looks. Gorgeous face, fabulous body, wonderful personality. The problem is she has never been with another guy. I can't see her ever warming up to this idea."

"Does she like to fuck?"

Scott might as well have been kicked in the stomach. "Hey Ray. I don't talk about what goes on between my wife and me. What happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom."

"I don't want to argue with you Scott. It just seems kind of silly to me that you're introducing fidelity and morality into our conversation. It wasn't very long ago that you got a raging hard- on watching my wife with a couple of black bucks. But, if your wife is a cold fish and hates sex, obviously this idea can't go anywhere."

Scott hated for someone, almost a stranger, to think of his wife as a ‘cold fish.' "Brooke's not a cold fish, she doesn't hate sex, our sex life is just fine thank you." 

"If she's as beautiful as you say, and I'm sure she is, and she really likes to fuck, then I'm sure you can talk her into it. Hell, it might take a few weeks, but if you handle things just right, take her to our site and some of the others, tell her about meeting me and what you saw in our room at the hotel, I'll just bet you can bring her around in time."

There it was. Everything was now out in the open. If Scott and Brooke were to have a business like Ray and Anne had, then Brooke would have to provide the content. Just thinking about it caused his cock to swell again. Thankfully, this time he was sitting and the white table cloth covered his lap.

Nothing more about Brooke--her willingness or reluctance--was said during the meal or during the drive back to the Marriott. The two men spent the time discussing details, operating details of owning and operating a website. A list of Do's and Don'ts was developed as Scott asked questions and Ray answered them.  By the time they arrived at the hotel they had agreed that if Brooke were willing, then Ray would take care of all the billing and site maintenance through his third party suppliers. More important, he would allow surfers, and even his own members, to link to Scott and Brooke's site when it was up. Ray also agreed to help arrange the first shoot, or two, by putting Scott in touch with several sources. In return, Ray would receive 20% of the revenues for the first year and 10% for the second year. If it didn't work out, if Brooke refused to cooperate, then nothing would be lost.

In the lobby of the hotel, Ray said, "I'm going back up to the room to check on Anne." This time he didn't invite Scott to join him. "We'll be here for two more nights," Ray said, "then back to Boise for another month. Let me give you my e-mail address and cell number. Also, let me have your e-mail address, I think we can handle almost everything by e-mail. It's all up to you my friend. If you can talk Brooke into this, then I would guess the money can start rolling in within a month."

"I sure hope I don't regret this," said Scott. "The idea really turns me on, not just the money part of it but the idea of Brooke with guys like Anne's with." He sighed, took a breath and said, "I just hope bringing this up doesn't destroy my marriage."

Chapter 3

Brooke greeted him as if he were returning as a conquering hero even though he had called her the night before and told her that he didn't get the job. He tossed his bag in the back seat of the Blazer and she drove home. On the way he said, "I met a very interesting guy at the bar in the hotel last night."

"Really," she smiled at him, looked back at the road and then said, "what was so interesting about him?"

"You might say, in some ways, he was a kindred spirit. He hadn't lost his job, but he and his wife . . . they live in Boise by the way . . . started a business out of their home. They've been at it for over a year and it's quite successful."

"What kind of a business?" She asked with real interest.

"An Internet business."

"That's fascinating." Then, she frowned and said, "I thought you told me that most of the Internet businesses hadn't done very well."

"Theirs seems to be doing very well. His name is Ray. They're about our age and have been married nearly as long as we have. No kids, though."

"Tell me more." 

"Ray and I went to dinner and we talked about what they were doing. He thought we could do the same. He had to develop relationships with companies that maintained his site, billed for his services and allowed him to link with other related sites." He took a deep breath and said, "Anyway . . . anyway I worked out a deal with him for a modest, fair percentage of year one and year two revenues." She didn't say anything but seemed to be listening intently so he continued. "We can work out of our home most of the time." Then, to set the hook, knowing how much she liked to travel, he said, "once a month we would have to fly to Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angles, Las Vegas, really any large city. I'm sure that they're making much more than I've ever made."

"Oh honey. That sounds great. I'd love for us to get away a few times a year. You know how I get when we travel," she reminded him with a mischievous look.

Oh shit, thought Scott. If his plans were successfully implemented, then the way Brooke had gotten when they traveled in the past--extremely hot and horny--would pale when compared with what would be expected of her on these trips.

"So tell me. What is this business all about? Do you think it's something we can do?"

"I know we can do it. The question is, will we do it?"

"You've lost me, honey. If we can do it, make a lot of money, travel and do it all from our home, then why on earth wouldn't we just do it?"

"Their site is an adult site, Brooke."

"Oh, you mean like a porn site?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean, a porn site."

"That is a problem," she said. Then after being lost in thought for a minute, or so, and just as they were pulling in the driveway she said, cheerily, "I don't see why that would be a problem. I guess it would be like . . . oh just getting photos and stories and posting them on the site and then people would pay to see them, is that about right?"

"Yeah, that's about right. It's getting the photos and videos that's the challenge. Look, baby, let's go in the house and peek at Ray's site. I think that will answer a lot of your questions."

Scott put away the clothes that were in his bag and changed out of the clothes in which he had been traveling. He had to admit that he was really stalling, avoiding the inevitable.

"Come on slow poke," Brooke urged playfully. "I turned on the computer and already dialed up. We're connected." She grabbed his hand and dragged him into the den. 

Scott didn't know why, but he closed the door and locked it even though they were home alone and wouldn't be disturbed.

His hands were shaking as he sat in the chair in front of the computer. Brooke said, "let me sit on your lap." She actually straddled his right leg and leaned back against him. He typed in the address that Ray had given him, entered the user name and password and was welcomed as a VIP member to "Anne's Sexcapades."

A photo that nearly covered the entire screen featured Anne looking over her shoulder, smiling at the camera. A huge black cock was embedded in her wet pussy. They saw that members could choose between ‘still photos,' ‘videos,' ‘updates,' ‘e-mail--contact us--' ‘ about me' and ‘links.'

Scott felt Brooke stiffen, then she sat up abruptly. He heard her catch her breath. "What should we watch?" He asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I guess maybe a video," she said almost timidly. This was a foreign world that they were entering and neither of them knew exactly what to expect.

Scott clicked on the video bar, selected the most recent one and waited several minutes for it to download. There was an awkward silence as they waited. He realized that their dial-up service would have to be replaced with broadband or DSL if this venture were to be pursued. 

Finally, the screen filled with Anne inside a typical hotel room walk to the door. If Scott was correct, it had to be a room in the Marriott in Seattle. It was very much like the room he had slept in the previous night and nearly identical to the one in which he had last seen Anne with a black cock in her mouth, one in her ass and a third stiff black member searching for an orifice of its own to enter.

In the video, Anne was wearing a short red dress and red high heels. She opened the door and welcomed two black men into her room. There really wasn't any plot. Within a few seconds the men were kissing her and then they were undressing. It didn't take long for the trio to strip off the bedspread and occupy the center of their adult playpen. 

As Anne took hold of one of the giant black cocks with her left hand, the camera zoomed in for a closeup. Brooke noticed the wedding band and engagement ring on her third finger. "Scott, look! That woman is married."

"Yes, I know she is. I thought I told you that Ray's wife was named Anne. That's Anne."

"I can't believe it." Then things started to sink in. "So their site is not just a porno site, it's a site where she screws different guys and people go there to watch, is that right?"

"That's right." Scott didn't know if she would sit there and watch the video or storm out of the room. "Are you okay with this Brooke?"

"It's a shock, that's for sure."

She didn't get up off his lap. She didn't know what was happening to her but she found the images moving on the flat screen monitor very exciting. "Did you meet Anne?" She asked.

"You couldn't say that I met her, exactly."

"Well, what exactly do you mean, then?"

"I saw her. She was in a room in the hotel. Ray went to check on her and had me go with him. She was very involved and probably didn't even know we were in the room."

"They say curiosity killed the cat. You've got my curiosity. What was she doing?"

"Exactly what we're watching her do right now. The men were different, I mean they weren't the same black men but they were black. I guess they had been going at it for a couple of hours when we got there. She was cumming constantly."

They didn't talk during the remainder of the video that must have lasted for ten or fifteen minutes. When it ended Scott said, "it takes too long to download, let's take a look at the still photo section."

Each set consisted of fifty or more pictures presented as thumbnail sheets. By clicking on one of the thumbnails, nearly the entire screen was filled with a high quality image of Anne and one or more black lovers. After checking out several sets, Scott said, "Ray told me about a few other sites. Because they're all pay sites, we won't have access to the member's area but we can get an idea of what they're all about.

For the next half hour, he clicked the mouse and moved them around the sites that Ray had told him provided the inspiration for his site. Nearly all of the sites had a page explaining how things started for otherwise average couples. Together, Scott and Brooke read the introduction sections. The first site was the "Wetlands." They read the following:

"What started out as a simple personal home page of Jon David and Cherie (Cbaby) Monroe has turned into the largest most highly regarded adult oriented community on the Internet.

The Wetlands has received unprecedented attention and notoriety from the media including NBC Dateline, 20/20, Hard Copy, Extra, Inside Edition, Howard Stern and many many more . . . There is even a MOVIE about the Wetlands folks that debuted at the Cannes film festival!

All this fuss over a site that features REAL amateur men, women, and couples doing the things in front of a camera that should ONLY be done BEHIND CLOSED DOORS!"

"That was pretty straight forward," said Brooke after she cleared her throat. 

The next site that they visited was called "Nina's Bed." Together, they read the following:

"My name is Nina Black, I am 35 years old, petite 5'0 and 115 lbs. It wasn't until I met my current husband, that I blossomed and became a woman. In fact, before I met Tom I did not even like sex. That was 14 years ago. Since then, not only have I become fond of sex, I have turned into a real live true slut . . . 

Please keep in mind, I am an amateur in all sense of the word. I am a housewife, mother, and homemaker. 

My husband had a fantasy about me cumming home with a fucked pussy . . . He had me call a guy that he used to work with . . . We had some hot phone sex and I told him to meet me in 15 minutes down the road at this strip mall parking lot . . . I met this guy and we fucked in my van for about thirty minutes. When I got home it was the best sex I had ever had my husband made love to me and sniffed and cleaned every inch of my body and fucked me about five times in three hours." 

"Are you finished?" Scott asked. When she nodded her head he clicked the back button and saw a pretty blonde who obviously was exclusive to black cock. "She seems to be enjoying herself," he said.

"She does, but so did Anne and the other woman, I think her name was Cherie, or Cbaby," said Brooke. 

The next site was named "Hot Wife Hotel" which linked to another site called "My Hot wife." There they read about Jason and Jackie:

"My husband Jason and I are excited to have our Hotwife Hotel site up . . . if actual footage of my life existed, the first 35 years would not hold any one's interest . . . Although I was somewhat flirtatious as a teenage girl . . . Sometime in my thirties I had an epiphany and realized that I wasn't getting any younger and as far as sex was concerned, maybe I wasn't getting much out of it because I wasn't giving much . . . I became determined to learn to be involved and make sex a lot more fun for Jason and myself.

My husband was all for nurturing my new sexual interest. He rented X-rated films for us to watch together, bought a variety of dildos to try out on my, began talking dirty while we were having sex and then he became even more daring, taking pictures of us as his big dick slid in and out of my ever more wet and excited twat . . . 

"Yeah," you may say. "Lot's of folks take pics but what about you fucking other men? How did that happen?"

. . . It began as a curiosity and has developed into a full-blown obsession. Sometimes I wonder if possibly I'm addicted to fucking men other than my husband, men I barely know . . . For anyone who may be interested here are a few basics about me; I'm 5'7", 118 pounds of well-toned and worked out flesh and muscle, fighting 40 with tooth and nail, 36-25-36, with legs to dies for (or so I've been told), long brown hair and brown eyes. 

I hope I haven't babbled on too much! I'm constantly turned on by the excitement of finding a new lover and posing for pics of my naughty hotwife adventures for all to enjoy. I hope you get half as much out of it as I do! Thanks for taking the time to visit our site! Luv, Jackie." 

This site was a little different from Anne's and Nina's. Jackie, who was very beautiful and looked a little like Brooke, was shown with white men and blacks. Also, she seemed to share her site with other women, like at the Wetlands site. The next site Scott clicked to was called "Cathy Craving." The introduction page, that had a photo featuring an attractive blonde with glasses, read as follows:

"Hi! I'm Cathy . . . Welcome to my Website!

From the very first time I saw a Black cock in the flesh I was hooked. Even before I felt it or sucked it or had it inside me I knew I wanted more and more of them.

This is a 100% real amateur site showing you everything about my wild, wicked and insatiable interracial sex life.

The site is owned, designed and operated completely by me - if you e-mail me or chat to me online, you can be assured you are talking to me!

On the following pages you'll find a selection of samples that I've taken directly from my Members area. All my photos, mpegs, erotic stories etc. are totally exclusive to my site and you will not find them anywhere else.

I'm a highly sexed, very horny woman/housewife/mom who really does get off on having sex with Black men! If you want to see a whole lot more, why not become a member, I'd love to have you inside:-)"

Scott's leg had gone to sleep with Brooke sitting on it. Though he loved the feeling of her ass on his thigh, he had to call uncle. "Hon. I don't have any feeling left in my leg."

Brooke had been so engrossed reading about the sites that she had forgotten how long she had been sitting on her husband's leg. "Oh, I'm sorry." She stood up, pulled a chair as close to his as possible and continued reading at the last site called "AnnyXXX." Anny was a pretty red head with short hair and a great body. They read the following in silence:

Here is my short "411": I am 5'9", about 130 lbs, won't say anything about my age- I'm young, fair enough;) My eyes are gray, hair's brown. I am a real amateur housewife who loves sex. 


Home Business



We started swinging about 7 years ago and loved it . . . On the other side - what could be better than a big hard cock inside my hot wet pussy . . . Or two cocks - DP's are sooo great! And one more cock in my mouth . . . writing this makes me horny;) 

There is something exciting about a black dick in white pussy, don't you think? Anyway, I have this amazing opportunity of sharing my very exciting sex life with you guys! And believe me, there is a lot to share;) Join me and you'll see what I'm talking about!"

"What do you think baby?" Scott asked when they had both finished reading.

Brooke didn't answer right away because she still didn't know how she felt about her husband watching a woman, in a hotel room in Seattle, screw two black men and then eagerly anticipate a third. She didn't know how she felt about her husband, of nearly twenty years, talking with Ray about a business in which she was sure she would have to be more involved than Scott had, thus far, explained. She really didn't know how she felt about those people who owned, operated and performed--if performed is the correct word--and those who visited those sites, especially those who paid to visit those sites. The last two hours had been overwhelming and confusing.

"What do you think baby?" Scott asked again.

"Scott, what do you expect of me?" She locked onto his eyes with hers. "Do you want me to help you with the billing, maintenance of the site, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, I mean . . . you saw Anne, Ray's wife. And then you saw Cherie, Jon David's wife. Let's see oh yeah, Jackie who is married to Jason and Nina, Tom's wife. I didn't catch the name of Cathy's husband or Anny's, if they were even mentioned, but both did say that they were housewives . . . "

"And?" She interrupted.

"Well, Ray said that content was the most important thing. The videos, the still shots. How would you feel about providing the content for our site?"

There it was. He had asked her in a round about way if she would fuck guys while she was being videotaped and photographed and then let him post the results of her intimate activities on the net for the world to see.

"I'll tell you how I feel about your idea," she said icily. "I think it's a lousy idea. I think it's absurd. I think you must have lost your mind."

"Don't hold back Brooke, tell me how you really feel," he said trying to add levity to their conversation.

"Scott, I can't really believe that you'd want me to do something like that. I'm, very obviously, not like those women." She stood up, put her hands on her hips and then said, "also, I want you to know that I'm not very happy about you watching that . . . that woman in Seattle . . . "

"Come on Brooke, you know her name is Anne."

"Anyway, I can't believe that you'd watch that woman screw those men. And, I can't believe that you seriously considered what that Ray guy proposed without even talking with me about it first. He must think I'm some kind of a whore. Now that I think about it, those women are whores. They're selling sex."

"Of course they're not whores. Men aren't paying them for sex . . . for having sex with them, I should say."

"Scott, you're just trying to justify everything. If you love me and respect me, then you couldn't possibly be serious about us operating a site like your new friend's site."

"Look Brooke. They had just told me that I wouldn't get the job at Boeing. Ray seemed like a nice guy and we started talking. I'm not going to apologize for being very interested in how he made a terrific living without working too hard. Obviously, we have to do something very soon and I thought this might just be the ticket for us."

Brooke turned away, looked down and said, "maybe if you could figure out how to make it work without involving me, I could support that. You know I'm not a prude. I don't really care what people want to see or do so long as it doesn't involve Cindy, you or me." 

"I know, I'm sorry I brought it up," said Scott, dejectedly. "However, I thought you enjoyed watching Anne's video and seeing her photos."

"Don't get me wrong, honey," said Brooke. "I'm only human and, you're right, I did get turned on by them. I thought they were very hot. I'd never seen anything like it. But, watching is one thing Scott, doing what Anne and the other women did is another matter. Can't you see that?" She seemed to be pleading for his understanding.

"Look baby, let's just forget this, okay? Like I said, I regret ever bringing it up."

Although nothing more was said that evening about the websites and the home business that Ray had proposed, neither of them could forget what they had seen. The seed had been planted.

That night in bed, their love making was more torrid than ever. In the missionary position, Scott looked down at his beautiful wife. She was biting her lip, tossing her head from side to side in the throes of an intense orgasm that seemed to go on and on. He could feel her pussy walls clinging to his throbbing cock as if she were trying to suck it in farther and farther. He couldn't help but wonder what she would look like if the cock plunging inside her body were not his, if it were much larger and very black.

Try as she might, Brooke couldn't get the images--that seemed to be seared indelibly into her brain--out of her thoughts. She hadn't told Scott the exact truth about her feelings as she watched Anne in the video. She had been more than merely hot, what she saw had inflamed her. It had been difficult not to reach between her legs and touch herself or squirm uncontrollably on her husband's leg as she watched the blonde pleasured by a parade of huge, hard black penises. Scott's cock fit her perfectly. He knew just which buttons to push and he was pushing each perfectly as they moved in a familiar rhythm that had evolved over their years together. Nonetheless, she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to be under one of Anne's black lovers as he plunged in and out of her body.

Chapter 4

During the next two days, neither of them talked about the home business that Ray had discussed with Scott. Brooke seemed to be her old self. She was enthusiastic and confident in Scott's abilities. Scott went back to the routine that had been his life since his termination and before his trip to Seattle. Most of every day was spent on the computer, reading trade journals on line and looking for any job in his field. He had, long ago, lowered his expectations and was now expanding his job search geographically, by line of work and even his previous salary requirements.

There was one change, however, in their relationship. They had made love more in the past two days than during any two-day period he could remember, including their honeymoon. Brooke seemed insatiable and she was exhausting him.

On the third day after he returned home from Seattle, he saw that he had an e-mail from Raywest@XXX.com. He quickly opened it and read the following:

Hi Buddy: The rest of the shoot went great. I'll have one of the videos, and a still set, up on the site in a couple of days. Take a look and tell me what you think.

I've been busy. You now have a third party pay partner. My cut will come out automatically. I've also made all of the arrangements for your site. I can even pay for the name registration and add it to the first payment if you want. Just let me know. Open the attachment to this e-mail for further details. If you have any trouble, I'll help walk you through it. Also, we will need to come up with a name as soon as possible. I've been thinking about it, hope you don't find it presumptuous but what's your opinion of the following?

Brooke's Bucks (BB)

Brooke's Black Bucks (BBB)

Brooke Balls Blacks (BBB)

Brooke balls black bucks (BBBB)

I really think that there's a lot of marketing potential. here. We can start teasing on our site, and several others that we link with, just as soon as you give me the word. We would say something like: "Brooke's cumming," "Brookes cumming in two weeks, etc." You get the idea.

I've also talked with several of our contacts in Seattle, San Francisco and Los Angeles. With just twenty-four hour notice, we can arrange the initial shoot. The phone numbers are in the attachment as well as the phone numbers of photographers in each city. Or, I can make the arrangements for you. Suit yourself. 

Speaking of Brooke, what does she think of the idea? Let me hear from you.

Scott read Ray's e-mail twice before clicking on "compose" and writing the following:

Dear Ray: Thanks for taking the time to make all of the arrangements. However, I think your efforts may be in vain. Brooke shot down the idea and it crashed in flames. I think that there's zero chance of her coming around, even though we spent a total of two hours at your site and the others that you recommended.

I also want to thank you for the wonderful meal in Seattle.

Hope things continue to go well for you. Obviously, you've given this a great deal of thought and you know what you're doing. Sorry things didn't work out.

Scott.

An hour later he received the following message from Ray:

Scott: Call me on my cell, ASAP.

Ray answered on the first ring. "Hey buddy, don't be discouraged. I'd be shocked if someone like Brooke instantly took to such and extreme idea.

"You don't know Brooke, when she makes up her mind, that's it," said Scott.

"You're right my friend, I don't know Brooke but I do know women. Think about it. You said that she watched our site and the others for a couple of hours. That's really something, if you ask me. Hell, if she didn't run out instantly, then there's more than a spark of interest on her part. Be patient, we can make this happen if it's something that you want to happen. Is it?" Ray asked.

"Yes, but it's not up to me, it's up to her."

"In a way, it is up to you. Nothing worthwhile just happens by itself, you have to make it happen, you have to have a plan, " said Ray.

"Well, I explained the money, the travel, that we could do it from home," Scott said. "She accepted all of that, it's the intimate involvement . . . what would be expected of her that turned her off."

"Not surprising man, not surprising. If she liked what she saw, then you must be getting more pussy than ever before." Ray laughed then asked. " Am I right?"

Scott was surprised. Ray had called it perfectly. "She's wearing me out, man."

"That's what I thought, that's what I thought," Ray said excitedly. "Okay, here's what we do. Don't mention anything more about it to her. She'll bring it up in a few days, that I can promise. When she does, show her the two e-mails, the one from me and your answer. Don't tell her about this call though."

"I'll print out the e-mails now and slip them in a folder," Scott said.

"Couple of more things. Go to the mall with her. Tell her how much you like dresses, not jeans and slacks but skimpy dresses with mini skirts, that is if she's got great legs."

"Her legs are fabulous."

"Cool man. Then, tell her that you really hate bras and panties. Point out the women that you find attractive, especially if they're obviously braless and you can't see a panty-line. Also, try to get her to wear high heels all the time, the higher the better, the skimpier the better."

"She loves shoes. I don't think that will be a problem. Anything else?"

"Yeah, talk with her when you're fucking. Tell her how hot Anne's site and the others made you. Tell her how beautiful she is, how much you love her . . . that you'd do anything for her. Let her know that you're really worried about the future. Hell, man you know what I mean."

"I can do that," said Scott. 

"What about birth control?" Asked Ray.

"I got cut when we knew that we didn't want more kids."

"Then she'll just have to go on the pill. The sooner the better," added Ray.

"What about condoms?" Scott asked.

"Our members, and I'm sure the members of all the other sites, love wet sex. The wetter the better. Nah, condoms are the exception. Will that be a problem?"

Scott remembered how much she hated rubbers when he wore them before his vasectomy. As a matter of fact, it was her idea that he get fixed. "No, if we can get over the basic hurdle I don't think that would be an issue."

"Okay. Let's see, I jotted down some things so that I didn't forget them when we talked. Oh, yeah. You know I'm putting my ass out on a limb for you guys' . . . "

"I know, that's obvious . . . "

"Anyway, you say that Brooke is really beautiful, and I'm sure she is, but I have to see for myself. Can you take some photos and e-mail them to me?"

"I guess I can. We have a digital camera. She likes to pose . . . "

"Scott, I'm not talking about Sunday School pictures. If we're really going to try to make this happen, then we need some hot nudes of her. Fuck man, if she won't even pose for nudes for her own husband, then maybe you're right, maybe we should just forget everything."

Scott remembered that when they bought their first Polaroid camera, she let him take some cheesecake shots. "I think she'll cooperate, however, I don't think she'd be happy if she knew that I would e-mail her photos to you or anyone else."

"I won't do anything with them unless she agrees to go forward. If she does, then we can use them as teasers. I could use a dozen shots. She'd have to look shy, demure. Maybe the first shot a head shot with bare shoulders. Make sure she always looks away from the camera or looks down. Then a full nude but with her covering her boobs with her arm and her other hand over her pussy. If you can progress to a final shot, a bare beaver shot showing pink, if you know what I mean . . . "

"I know what you mean."

"In that shot," continued Ray, "see if she can hold her pussy open with her left hand. Make sure it's a closeup with her rings prominent. You know Scott, if she's as beautiful as you say and she's really never been with anyone else, this could be huge. We could promote her first time with another man, with other men, in advance. I don't think that's ever been done before. Not only would we capture the first time on video and stills but maybe even on a live webcam. If it works like I think it might, your site could be an instant success."

"I still think it will be a challenge . . . I doubt that she'll do it," said Scott.

"We'll see, we'll see. I won't bet you because I don't want to take your money. Oh, I want to take my percentage of your business all right, I just don't want to take your wager." Then Ray laughed.

"I hope you're right," said Scott.

"If she doesn't come around on her own, then I'll have Anne give her a call. If that doesn't work, then hell, I'll fly out there myself and do my very best to talk her into it. I'm not a bad salesman, if I say so myself."

"I'm sure you are a great salesman, Ray. You've sold me. Look, I'll do my part here. I'll be patient, talk sexy, try to get her to change her wardrobe and share the e-mails with her when she brings up the subject. I'll also do my best to get her to pose for me and take it as far as possible."

"I think you'll be very surprised during the next few days," said Ray before ending the call. Chapter 5

Ray was right in one respect and wrong in another. Scott was, indeed, very surprised as Ray had predicted he would be, but not within days, within hours of their telephone conversation. It was during lunch on the patio when Brooke asked. "Have you heard anything from that man you met in Seattle, what was his name, Oh yeah, Ray?"

Scott almost choked on a fork-full of salad. He had to take a sip of water before answering. "As a matter of fact, he e-mailed me this morning."

Brooke said, "what did he have to say?"

"Oh, he had gone ahead and made a lot of arrangements. Nevertheless, I e-mailed him back immediately, thanked him for his efforts and explained that we wouldn't be able to go foreword." He looked at her, trying to gauge her reaction but he couldn't. "I'll print them out and let you read them." 

He left the table, went into the den and waited a few minutes before returning. "Here you are," he said as he handed the two pages to her with Ray's on top and his reply underneath.

Brooke starting reading, then she gasped, brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes widened and she blushed in obvious embarrassment. She glanced at her husband, then quickly looked down and continued reading. When she finished with Ray's e-mail, she read Scott's then handed both pages back to him without saying anything or looking at him. 

Scott wasn't about to ask her what she thought and she didn't volunteer how she felt about what she had just read. After they finished lunch and put the dishes in the dishwasher, Scott said, "hey let's go to the mall. I need to take a break from the computer and searching for an elusive job that probably doesn't even exist." He didn't have to wonder if Brooke would be interested, she was always game for a shopping excursion. Neither of them bothered changing clothes. Brooke was wearing jeans and a big comfortable T-shirt over her sensible underwear and sneakers.

Because Ray had been right about Brooke's curiosity, Scott wondered if he might also be right about transforming her wardrobe. Scott made it a point to go only to women's stores, particularly those that catered to the younger, hipper crowd. The only clothes that he commented on were dresses, short dresses, sexy dresses, dresses that revealed the bare shoulders and backs of the mannequins. "That's a great dress," he said, pointing to one in the window. "That would look terrific on you."

"Think so?" Brooke asked. "Want me to try it on?"

When she came out of the dressing room, he chuckled when he saw her white bra straps and sneakers. "Honey. You can't wear a bra with that dress. Take off your bra and shoes and let's see what it looks like."

This time when she came out, there were no white bra straps showing and she was barefoot. Her perfect breasts, obviously, were unrestrained beneath the fabric of the dress. Her perky, pointy nipples poked at the bodice. Anyone who saw her in the dress would know instantly that she wasn't wearing a bra. She stood in front of the three mirrors, stuck several poses and said, "I don't think I'd feel comfortable wearing this."

"Brooke, you look absolutely fabulous," he said. "But, you can see your panty-line, that's sure a distraction."

"I know, but with pantihose it would smooth it out."

"I hate pantihose," Scott reminded her. "Go slip your panties off. Please, for me," he said.

When she came out of the dressing room, she looked beautiful as she walked toward him smiling. "How's this?" she asked as she twirled around, smiled, then posed in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"Perfect, let's get some shoes to match."

When they left the mall two hours later, they were carrying four bags containing two dresses and two pairs of high heels. Without question, Brooke would never have chosen them before. Now this is getting interesting, thought Scott.

That night, it was Brooke who broached the subject of the e-mail from Ray. "Ray said that he would be posting a video and some stills of Anne from the last shoot in Seattle. Do you think he has yet?" She asked.

"Only one way to find out," said Scott.

Ray hadn't posted anything from the last shoot but that didn't stop Brooke and Scott from spending an hour in the den at Anne's site. Scott downloaded another video and then several of the photo sets that they hadn't viewed before. Even though the sun hadn't set yet, it was Brooke who stood up and said, "let's go to bed, honey."

Scott remembered another assignment Ray had given him and said, "before we go to bed, can I take some photos of you in one of your new dresses and shoes?"

Brooke loved having her picture taken. She brushed her hair, put on lipstick, dressed in her new beige dress and shoes then walked into their bedroom. He snapped a couple of her in her dress, then asked. "How about a couple without the dress, sexy?"




Home Business



Brooke, knew, she just knew that he would ask her to do that. She unzipped the dress, slipped the spaghetti straps off her creamy shoulders, let it drop to the floor and stepped over it. Scott was able to snap three more shots as she undressed. Because she wasn't wearing any underwear, she now stood before her husband wearing only the high-heel sandals they had bought that matched her dress. "Okay, honey, now look down," he said as he moved in for a head and shoulders shot. "That's great, baby. Okay, now cover your boobs with your right arm and your pussy with your left hand," he directed.

"Did you say, to cover myself?" She asked confused.

"Yeah, you're my shy baby, my innocent wife, let me see that," he said, thinking he must have sounded like Steven Speilberg.

Brooke responded to his direction. Even turning a little sideways as if she were trying to hide from the camera, or had been discovered nude by a stranger.

"Fabulous baby. Now, lay down on the bed. Cock one leg over the other. That's it, move your knee up a little . . . great," he said as she did what he asked and he snapped two more. Up on your hands and knees and look back over your shoulder at me," he said as he moved around behind her at the foot of their bed. "Move your knees apart a couple of feet. That's perfect."

Brooke knew that in this position he could see her vagina and anus that he had seen thousands of times before. This time, however, the camera lens could also see everything. She found the idea very exciting and, for some reason that she didn't completely understand, also frightening.

"Now, lay on your back baby. That's it. Let your right leg fall over to the side. Great! Now, with your left hand, stroke yourself . . . yes, yes, just like that," he said as he moved in close and snapped three more shots. As Ray had requested, her rings sparkled as her fingers parted her moist lips.

Finally, it all caught up with him. What a day it had been. Brooke had read the e-mails, they had gone shopping and bought what Ray had suggested, they had spent another hour at Anne's site and now he had taken more than a dozen pictures of her. She looked up at him under hooded lids and kept playing with herself even after he placed the camera on the dresser. He must have broken the world record in undressing. 

Not a single day of hot sex had been skipped since he returned from Seattle. Usually, Scott wasn't very vocal. This time he was different. With his head buried between her legs, he paused in lapping her sweet pussy, looked at her over her mons venus and said, "oh baby your snatch tastes so sweet. Better than candy, better than honey, than warm maple syrup, better than anything. Cum on my tongue, hon, give it to me."

"Oh . . . Ohh fuck me Scott, don't make me wait . . . ummmmm . . . oh please put your cock in my empty pussy . . ." She reached between them, grabbed his swollen penis and pulled it to her flared opening. She didn't wait for him to plunge in. She thrust up engulfing and capturing his cock in her wet, hungry pussy. The instant that the glans passed her lips and plopped inside she experienced an exquisite orgasm.

Scott looked down at her and thought, for the thousandth time, how beautiful she was in the throes of an orgasm. How incredible she looked as she fucked. "Oh baby, I love to watch you fucking . . . I'd love to watch you get fucked." Brooke slammed on the brakes and stopped moving. Scott thought, oh shit, now I've done it. But then, she started moving again, more intensely than before. 

"Oh honey. I love making love with you. I love fucking you . . . mmmmmm . . . I love fucking . . . I love your hard cock . . . ahhhhh . . . I, I love cock . . . I . . . I love cocks," she said as she shuddered and came again. 

Scott had lasted about as long as possible under the circumstances. "Oh fuck baby, I'm going to cum too," he announced.

"No, no . . . oh no not yet . . . I'll stop moving," she said as she stopped thrusting up against him. But it was too late. He became stiff as a board. His warm semen was deposited inside her as if it was shot from a fire hose. Though she wanted to wait, because she didn't want the fucking to come to an end, his climax triggered her own and the couple came simultaneously as they usually did. 

In the afterglow of lovemaking, with her head nestled on his shoulder, Scott completed his final assignment when he said. "Brooke, darling, it's been nearly a year since you had a check up at the gynecologist. Why don't you make an appointment tomorrow? When you're there, it might be a good idea to get on the pill. I've heard that sometimes vasectomies can fail," he said unconvincingly.

Chapter 6

Scott was up before Brooke the next morning because at two in the morning, she was empty and in need of another fill up. A half hour later, she was sleeping like a baby with an enigmatic smile on her beautiful face. He, on the other hand, tossed and turned all night knowing the decision that faced him in the morning.

After he put the coffee on, he downloaded the photos he had taken of her to his hard drive then wrote the following e-mail to Ray:

Ray: I'm attaching fourteen photos that I took last night. Tell me what you think. 

I also want you to know that yesterday Brooke asked about any contact with you and so I let her read your e-mail and my response. In the afternoon, we went shopping. She now owns two dresses that can't be worn with bras. She has also agreed to dispense with wearing panties. The high heel sandals that match the dresses are the highest and sexiest she has ever owned. 

Last night, we spent another hour on the Internet at your site before our photo session. I also asked her to get on the pill.

Ray, I'm sure glad you weren't interesting betting with me. Still not sure how things will end up, but, I've buckled my seat belt because we're moving much faster than I thought we would be.

Scott. 

It was now or never. If he pushed the send button, then the e-mail and the attached photos would be transmitted to Ray's e-mail address and out of his control. If the e-mail were sent, then for the first time, another man would be able to view his wife's charms. Then, if things went as he now thought they might, within days thousands of other men would be able to see what only he had seen. Should he do it? Could he send the e-mail? He could and he would. He moved the mouse until the cursor was on the send button and clicked it.

When he took a cup of steaming coffee into Brooke, she was already stretching. "Good morning lazy bones," he said.

"Oh Scott, come back to bed. I've got an itch that needs to be scratched," she smiled at him and then slipped both hands under the covers and between her legs.

"Brooke, I think you're trying to kill me. Did you take out a large life insurance policy on me?"

Both laughed. "No silly," she said, then took a sip of the hot coffee. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm so horny. I want you inside me all the time."

"Let me explain the male anatomy to you, baby. You see, men have to get an erection before they can get inside a vagina. The blood that goes to a man's cock has to be taken from some other part of his body. I think the last few days the blood has been drained from my head. You've literally fucked my brains out! See that greyish, gel-like substance on my pillowcase?" They laughed together again.

"Yesterday was terrific, baby," Scott said. I love your new clothes and thanks for watching Anne with me, again, on the Internet. You were so fucking hot last night and early this morning. Also, thanks for posing for the photos." He knew that he had to tell her what he had done no matter what the consequences. "I've done something that I think might make you really angry. I've . . ."

"Scott, are you going to tell me that you e-mailed the photos to Ray?" She asked as she set the coffee cup on the night stand.

He thought he knew his wife. He didn't think she could surprise him any more than she had yesterday when she asked about Ray contacting him. Well, she had surprised him again by guessing what he had done with the photos. "Yeah," he confirmed. "I sent them to him this morning," he said sheepishly. 

"What's he going to do with them?" She asked softly.

"Nothing. He was curious about your appearance. I had told him how beautiful you are and I guess he wanted to see for himself," Scott said. "How do you feel about it?"

She thought about his question before answering. "I'm not sure. The idea of a strange guy seeing me, seeing all of me, is both embarrassing and exciting. I'm not a teenager anymore. He's probably used to seeing young hard bodies."

"I can't believe you're saying that. You know that Anne is about your age. Jackie on the Hot Wife Hotel site is older than you and she's a knockout. That woman, Nina, was 35 when she wrote her story so she might be the same age you are or close to it. Then, let's see, oh yeah, Cherie at the Wetlands has to be about your age. I don't remember reading about Cathy's age and Anny claims to be young, whatever that means. No, Brooke, I'd say that if Ray is looking at your pictures, he must be holding his hard cock in his hand."

"Scott Fuller, what a thing to say to your wife!" She exclaimed, pretending to be cross with him. "Did you send him a text message along with the photos?" She asked.

Oh, oh, thought Scott. I may be in deep shit, he said to himself not remembering exactly what he had written but recalling that it might look like he and Ray were conspirators. "Yes, I dropped him a short cover note and told him about some of our experiences yesterday." He waited for her to ask to read it but she didn't and he didn't offer it up.

"I can't tell you how confused I am," said Brooke. "It's like I'm two people. One is a real slut and just wants to fuck you 24/7. The other is the responsible Brooke, the old Brooke. The mother, loyal and a true wife . . . she's practical, modest and chaste. That Brooke would die if she thought that a man in Boise might be looking at photos that revealed everything." She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and said, "I'm not sure where this is going Scott." Then out of the blue she surprised him again by saying, "do you think Ray might have answered your e-mail?"

She threw off the covers and padded barefoot and naked into the den with him. She looked over his shoulder as he scanned his in box and skipped two messages that he knew were rejections from potential employers. There is was, an e-mail from Ray. He opened it and together they read:

Scott: I'm out of breath. I've been looking at the shots of beautiful Brooke and I have to tell you, I've never seen a more stunning and sexy woman in all my life. No disrespect intended for my own beautiful wife.

Now that I've seen what she looks like, I must say that I think this can be bigger than we've ever imagined. There isn't any reason, that I can think of, that would prevent your gorgeous wife from becoming, almost instantly, the queen of the Internet. I'm unaware on any site that features a woman as fabulous as she is. Not only is her face gorgeous and her body perfect but she's so photogenic. The camera loves her and she seems to love it. You've got yourself a winner. I think I hate you because you're able to slip your cock inside her sweet pussy whenever you want to. Wish I could, just once.

Scott stopped reading and looked at Brooke to gauge her reaction. She was flushed. Her breathing was ragged. She looked from the screen to her husband, smiled and then looked back at the monitor and continued reading.

I'll wait to hear back from you. I need a green light on posting some of her shots. Then, I'd love for her to write a short bio and tell how she feels about getting into this. Remember that we also need to pick a name for the site. It doesn't have to be one that I suggested. Then, just tell me when you can come to Seattle and I'll make all the arrangements. I've got some ideas that we'll need to talk about. What I have in mind might be a little more difficult to arrange than Anne's typical trips.

Hopefully, Ray Well? Scott asked.

"I'm going to have to think about it. Like I said, there seems to be two people inside me. Two very different people." She said thoughtfully. Then, she smiled at him, turned, looked over her shoulder at him and said, "I've got a busy day. I'm going to get dressed."

An hour later, after she had showered, dressed in one of her new ensembles and made a phone call, she walked into the den on her new high heels and said, "honey, I'll be gone for a few hours." She kissed him on the cheek and said, " I love you. Why don't you try to find what Ray has in mind that might be so difficult for him to arrange?" . After she left, Scott dialed Ray's cell phone number. Again, he answered after the first ring.

"Hey man. I'm sitting in front of my computer looking at your wife's pussy. She's fabulous," Ray said.

"That she is," said Scott. "You wrote in your e-mail that, you had something in mind that ‘might be a little more difficult to arrange than Anne's typical trips.' What are you thinking about?"

"Well, for sites like ours, the women usually start slow with one white guy, maybe two. Or a black guy. The men are usually average hung. Then, they work up. You might remember seeing on Jason and Jackie's site ‘her first black,' and also something similar on the Wetlands and at Nina's bed. Anyway, I was thinking that for Brooke's first time we'll make it a marathon. Uninterrupted sex for as long as she can go. We'll start with just one black guy, average hung, but progress to bigger cocks and larger numbers of men. There's this one guy . . . you won't fucking believe him . . . he would make a thoroughbred stallion envious. What do you think of that?"

"I'd have to talk with Brooke about it. I'm not even sure that when it comes right down to it, she'll be able to do anything."

"Wanna bet?" Asked Ray.

"No, I'm not going to bet with you. You've been right about everything so far."

"As you can imagine, arranging a session like that will take some work but it can be done, trust me. By the way, have you decided on a name?"

"Not yet."

"What about birth control?" Ray wanted to know.

"I'm not sure, but I think she may be taking care of that right now."

She parked in the covered garage next to the building in which Dr. Williams' office was located. He was the ob gyn who had delivered Cindy and had cared for Brooke's female health needs for more than twenty years. When she called earlier and told his receptionist that she would be going out of town and that she really needed to see the doctor, she was told to come on over. They would work her in. They warned her that it might take a while so she brought a writing tablet and pen with her.

As it turned out, she had to wait for more than an hour before they ushered her into the tiny examination room. She had put the waiting time to good use, however, by writing feverishly in the tablet. Finally, she was laying on the examining table in the small sterile room with her feet in stirrups and her body draped with a white sheet when Dr. William's entered and said, "Brooke, what brings you here? I looked at your chart and you're not due for an examination for three more months. The office is supposed to send you a reminder in the mail. They said it was an emergency," he said with concern. 

"I didn't say it was an emergency, Dr. Williams, I told her that I was going out of town and needed to see you before I left."

"Okay, Brooke, what can I do for you?" He asked.

"I want to go on birth control pills," she said softly.

Dr. Williams frowned, looked at her chart, flipped a couple of pages and then he said, "Scott had a vasectomy several years ago. I made the introduction myself to the Dr. who performed the surgery. Why do you want to go on the pill?"

"I've heard that sometimes those operations aren't permanent and I don't want to take any chances."

Dr. Williams had been practicing medicine long enough to know that there was much more to his patient's decision than what she had just told him. However, he didn't make an issue of it. If Brooke Fuller wanted to screw around on her husband and take precautions so that she didn't get pregnant, it was none of his business. "Okay, let's see how you are," he said as he slipped on a pair of rubber gloves.

Brooke left the office after he had declared her to be in perfect health, clutching her writing tablet and a prescription for birth control pills. She went back to the mall, bought another dress, a couple of mini skirts and three crop tops that left her tummy exposed. In the shoe store, she was sure that the salesman must have gotten an eyeful as he knelt in front of her as she tried on several pairs of shoes and finally bought two pairs, one pair with an ankle strap.

Scott heard the car pull in the driveway but Brooke didn't immediately come into the house. He looked through the window and saw her sitting in the car. It looked like she was writing something. He chose not to disturb her. Several minutes later she came in carrying several familiar bags from stores in the mall. She tossed them on the sofa and said, "did you have a chance to find out what Ray has in mind?"

"We talked for a while. And, to answer your question, I did find out. You first, though. Where have you been, other than to the mall?"

She had a dreamy look as she said, "I dropped by Dr. Williams' office for a check up like you suggested. He gave me a prescription for birth control pills and I got it filled. I had some time to kill while I waited to be worked in at the Dr.'s office and had a chance to write some things down that you might want to put on the computer and e-mail to Ray," she said as she handed him the writing tablet. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, stifled a yawn, then said, "I'm tired, I think I'll grab a cat nap." 

With a lump in his throat and sweaty palms, Scott sat in front of his computer and read what she had written in her unique, feminine handwriting:

Hi Guys, I'm Brooke. I'm not going to tell you my last name, where I live or my age. I've never written anything like what I'm about to write, so be patient with me. 

I've read five or six biographies of women who have sites on the Internet so I assume that you want the vital statistics up front. I'm married and a mother. My height is 5'8" and I weigh exactly 126 pounds. My hair is brown and falls just below my shoulders. I also have brown eyes. My measurements are 36, 25 1/2, 35 1/2. Because you're reading this letter, you've already seen my photos. I hope you like them, though I must admit, I'm embarrassed when I think of you seeing me all exposed and vulnerable. No one, other than my husband, has ever seen me like that.

Speaking of my husband, it was him, and his friend Ray, who wanted me to start a site, like several others with which you are probably familiar. Doing something like this might not be a big deal for some women, women who are swingers or had lots of different men, however, for me it is a very big deal indeed because I've never had sexual relations with anyone but my husband.

This morning I went to my Dr. and got a prescription for birth control pills. I've never needed them before because my husband had a vasectomy. I'll take the first pill today.

Things have happened so fast, my head hasn't stopped spinning. When my husband told me just three days ago, what he and Ray had planned, I told him, in no uncertain terms, that hell would freeze over before I would ever agree to do what he wanted me to do. I don't know if hell has frozen over, but it looks like within the next few days I'll experience the second cock of my life. They plan to capture the moment on video and still photos. I also know that they don't intend to stop with just one cock. I think they plan for all of the cocks to be black and huge.




Home Business



Now you know why I'm worried. If things go well, then I'll have my own site very soon and we'll post everything that happens to me on what I've become to think of as my "second honeymoon." I hope you'll take the opportunity to become a member and be there with me when I experience each new black cock. Love and kisses, Brooke. 

Scott couldn't believe what he had just read. Normally, he was a very fast typist. This time, it took him several minutes to type Brookes' message--he didn't change a word or even add or delete a comma. Then he wrote the following and e-mailed it to Ray:

Ray: You win! I'm attaching the short bio of Brooke that you asked her to write. I guess the green light that you've been waiting for has been switched on.

We'll leave it to you to choose a name for the site.

Let me know if there's anything more you want me to do.

Congratulations! I think.

Scott.

Chapter 7

When Ray opened his e-mail, he read Scott's message and quickly opened the attachment. After he read Brooke's bio, he smiled in satisfaction and amazement at what had been accomplished in just a few short days. He had a feeling, deep in his gut, when he met Scott and shortly after they started talking at the bar. Ray believed that the unemployed man might just hold the key to his own continued success. 

Most of what Ray had told Scott wasn't true. Anne wasn't his wife, she was a married nympho that lived near Seattle and who worked for him once a month. He had said that he wasn't a computer whiz but he knew, as well as anyone, how to make the most of the Internet. The outsourcing that Scott thought Ray was arranging, except for the billing service, was really being provided by Ray himself. He didn't live in Boise, Idaho but in an exclusive suburb of Seattle. However, he did operate the business, that was much more extensive than Scott thought it was, from his impressive home.

The membership of Anne's site wasn't growing, as he had told Scott. Members, and even visitor traffic, at her site had begun to fall off. He needed a new fresh wife to fuel the flames of his fickle members and keep them coming back for more. When he saw Brooke's photos, he was certain that he had found her. Brooke, from Wichita, was perfect. After studying the photos that Scott had sent and after reading the bio she had written, he had a feeling that she just might be hotter than any other woman on the net.

He worked at a frantic pace, starting with a single contact who would arrange for the men and manage the complicated and ambitious schedule. Then, he made hotel reservations at the same Marriott; a single room in his name and a hospitality suite for three days in the fictitious name of Washington Black Businessmen's Alliance. He requested that the suite and single room not be on the same floor. Flight reservations from Wichita were made and two round trip e- tickets purchased. If the schedule worked for them, Brooke and Scott would arrive in Seattle Friday evening, in just three days. 

Ray then dedicated himself to finishing the site that he had been working on since shortly after he had met Scott. The site would be named: "Brooke Balls Blacks," brookeballsblacks.com. He had wanted to do something clever with the multiple B's, but decided against it.

With the addition of the bio, and Scott and Brooke turning on of the green light, he now went to work in earnest. He was determined to make this the best site he had ever designed and managed. Arrangements were made for Brooke's site to be linked to more than a 100 other adult sites, including Anne's. By the end of the day, the fourteen photos Scott had taken and the Bio that Brooke had written would be posted all over the Internet. Within twenty-four hours, if one were to search for "Brooke," then Scott's Brooke would be at the top, or near the top, of any search result list.

By tomorrow, Ray thought, tens of thousands of men around the world will have seen Brooke naked on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder, not at the camera, but in their minds, directly at them. The same men will have seen her laying on her back with her hand between her legs. On the third finger of that hand they will see the engagement ring Scott had placed on it when she agreed to become his wife next to the simple band of gold that he had lovingly slipped on it nearly twenty years ago.

After several hours of working without a break, he leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands behind his head and grinned in satisfaction at the results of his labors. There was nothing more that could be done until Brooke arrived in Seattle. Then he remembered that there was one more thing he must do. He typed and sent the following message:

Dear Scott:

Go to brookeballsblacks.com. Hope you like it. Also, there are tickets for you to fly to Seattle in three days. A copy of the reservations and itineraries are attached. Let me know soon if that doesn't work for you. Everything's been arranged at this end. I'll take the money for the air fare and hotel room out of the money that comes in or you can give me a check, doesn't matter to me.

Look forward to seeing you in Seattle and meeting Brooke. I'll plan on being at the curbside at SeaTac when your flight arrives. You know my car. If I'm not right there, I'll be circling. Just wait for me.

Ray

Scott opened the attachment and saw that Ray had made reservations for them on Northwest Airlines with a connection through Minneapolis. They were scheduled to depart at 2:32 on Northwest flight 5645 that would arrive in Minneapolis at 4:15. The flight from Minneapolis to Seattle, flight 161, would depart at 5:12 P.M. and arrive in Seattle at 6:52 P.M., Pacific time.

Then he typed in the URL and saw a very professionally designed home page.

Welcome to the newest and soon to be hottest site on the net. I know, I know everybody says that but this time, it's true. 

Brooke's going to have a second honeymoon but her husband won't be joining her. She's as nervous as a virgin bride on her wedding night.

Underneath the headline was the picture of Brooke that he had taken on her hands and knees. Below the photo he read the following: 

This site will launch on Friday with what's planned will be the hottest kick-off event to ever take place on the net. 

Be there when Brooke fucks the first man, other than her husband, in her life. Watch the first black cock as it sinks into her soaking pussy. 

We're not going to give you any more of the details of what's planned for her after that. You'll just have to be there and see it all for yourself. You won't be disappointed. Don't miss out. There can only be one first time with another man. Don't miss Brooke's. Sign up today. 

To the left of the photo, running vertically down the page, were several colorful buttons, similar to those on Anne's and the other sites, that listed. "About me," "my photos," "my videos," "contact me," "join," "tour" and "contest." Scott clicked on the "about me" button and instantly the head and shoulders shot he had taken was displayed along with the bio she had written. 

The "my photos," page had twelve photos that he had taken, arranged as thumbnails, with a reminder to click on the thumbnail to see a larger picture. He clicked on each one and saw that Ray had cleaned them up and even improved the cropping. At the bottom of the page he had added the following:

Soon, this page will be full of the photos that will be taken during Brooke's second honeymoon. Only members will be allowed to access this section. Join now.

"My videos," read:

There aren't any videos available for downloading at this time. However, within a few days, members will be able to watch and hear everything that will take place during Brooke's second honeymoon. Join now

"Contact me," was the next page that Scott clicked on. Ray had taken the liberty of writing, as if he were Brooke, the following:

Please drop me a line and tell me what you think of the site. I especially want to hear from members after they have seen the first videos and photos when they're posted. Because I'm new at this and really do want to please you, also be sure to tell me what you'd like to see in the future. I'll try my best to answer all my mail.

Ray hadn't explained how to retrieve the messages so Scott access any messages that had been received.

"Join," was exactly what Scott expected it to be. 

Join before we post in the members area and save. $9.99 for a ten day trial. $19.95 for a month. $38.00 for two months. $105.00 for six months and $200.00 for a year. Those who join before posting will also have access to Brooke's Fuckathon by Webcam at no additional charge. Pay by credit card or e-check. Click here to continue. 

"Tour," read:

What you can access now will become the visitor's tour after we post videos and still photos for our members.

"Contest." Scott didn't remember seeing a contest page on Anne's site or any of the others. When he clicked and read what the contest was all about he was shocked.

Hey Guys: I'm Ray, Brooke's husband's friend and the webmaster of her site. Three of you are going to be very lucky. If you'd like to get reimbursed for your membership for up to a year, just guess any of the following. Only one winner per category. First member to enter and guess correctly wins.

1.How many guys will Brooke fuck in 24 hours? Repeats don't count.

2.How big will the biggest cock be in length? (Must be fully inserted)

3.How big will the biggest cock be in width?

Click here to enter the contest.

Scott hadn't even realized that he had unzipped his pants and taken out his hard cock. He must have been stroking it because when he read about the contest he realized he was about to explode. He had to tightly squeeze his penis to avoid ejaculating and making a big mess.

Chapter 8

Brooke was still sleeping when he entered their bedroom. She was naked and curled-up laying on her side. She looked so innocent and much younger than her years, he thought. He didn't have the heart to wake her even though he felt he had to tell her about the site.

Even though he tried to be very quiet, she must have heard the door open when he entered because she stretched, slightly opened her eyes, smiled at him and said, "hi honey, what time is it?"

"Nearly six. You've been sleeping for more than two hours." He sat down on the edge of the bed, took her hand and said, "Brooke, the sites up."

She gasped, and he could have sworn she may have had a mini-climax as she seemed to stiffen. "What's it like?" She wanted to know after she had calmed down.

"Very professional. I think it's designed even better than Anne's site. Do you want to see it?"

"Maybe later. What now, Scott?"

"Ray has made reservations for us to fly to Seattle on Friday. He has a room for us at the Marriott, the same hotel at which I stayed. He asked me to let him know if that wouldn't work out. Shall we go to Seattle on Friday?" He asked.

Brooke worded her answer very carefully. "Scott, when I called the Dr. this morning, I had already decided to cooperate with you. It was obvious to me that this is what you want me to do. I'm not an idiot. Asking me to go to the Dr. and get a birth control prescription was tantamount to saying ‘I really want you to fuck other men,' Then, buying me the dresses and the shoes; urging me to stop wearing underwear, letting me read Ray's e-mail and then taking the nude photos of me, collectively, had the effect that you and Ray wanted. If flying to Seattle on Friday is what you want, then that's what we'll do. 

Both knew that they weren't talking about travel plans. When Brooke agreed to fly to Seattle she was also agreeing to place herself in her husband's hands and those of a stranger named Ray whom she had never even met. "I assume that the photos you took of me are on the site, is that right?"

"Yes, along with the piece that you wrote and a few things that Ray added. Until there's more content, the site's free to anyone who links to it."

"So, how many people have linked to it?" She asked. 

"I don't know, but I think there is probably a counter at the bottom of one of the pages. Shall I check on it?"

Brooke climbed out of the bed and padded barefoot to their bathroom, turned to him smiled and said, "if you don't mind, honey, I'd like to know."

When Scott scrolled down to the very bottom of Brooke's home page, he couldn't believe his eyes. The counter indicated that the site had been visited more than 6,500 times already and it wasn't even a day old. In the last few hours, 6,500 men had seen his wife's beautiful face, her magnificent body; her breasts crowned by perky nipples, her buttocks and even her vagina, coated with her juices and her puckered anus.

He found her in the kitchen. She was still naked. "Over six thousand people have already linked to the site," Scott told her.

"I can't believe it! I thought it had only been up for a while."

"Ray said he was going to arrange for the site to be linked to several others. Apparently it's worked."

That night in bed, Scott held her in his arms and kissed her. However, when he tried to position his body between her legs, she said, "honey, would it bother you if we waited until the weekend. It's only a few more days?" 

During the next two days, Brooke went to the gym twice each day rather than twice a week as was her routine. After each exercise regimen was completed, she spent a half hour on the tanning bed. 

She faithfully swallowed a birth control pill each morning. When she did, she was reminded why she was taking it. It wasn't to prevent her husband from getting her pregnant, it was to prevent other men--men she didn't know, black men, whose semen would be deposited in her vagina--from making her a mother once again.

Thursday, she went to the beauty salon and had the whole works. Shampoo, color and set, a manicure, a pedicure and, for the first time, she had her legs waxed. At the mall she splurged and spent $100 on a tiny bottle of French perfume that the sales clerk said was the hottest seller. That night, she packed her bag with her most recent purchases; the sexy dresses, skirts, tops and high heel shoes and a small bag that contained her make-up and the tiny bottle of perfume intended to excite men. In the bathtub, she completed her final grooming. She shaved the sparse, brown pubic hair on her vaginal lips and shaped the tuft above her cleft into a perfectly symmetrical, small arrowhead, similar to those she had seen on the women featured on the other websites.

Scott passed the two days by monitoring the site. The counter obsessed him. He could tell you by the hour how many more people had clicked onto Brooke's home page. By the time they left for the airport, more than 100,000 people had clicked onto the site.

They left the house at noon, to make sure they had allowed enough time to clear security, and parked in the long term parking lot. Scott was surprised that Ray had booked first class reservations for them. They had never flown first class before. Brooke wore a black dress, a stylish dove-grey jacket and the black high heels with the ankle straps. She was silent during most the flight, lost in her private thoughts. 

The first leg took them through Minneapolis where they changed to the nonstop flight to Seattle.

Chapter 9

It was 7:00 P.M. When they exited the terminal at the Seattle/Tacoma airport, SeaTac. Scott looked at the line of cars parked at the curb but he didn't see the black Mercedes. However, within a minute it pulled in and occupied a slot that was being vacated. Ray got out of the car and walked over to greet them. "You've got to be Brooke. My God! You're even more beautiful in person than in your pictures. I feel like I know you," he said as he took her in his arms and kissed her on the lips. He opened the front passenger door for her and said, "sit up front, honey." He took her bag, opened the trunk and tossed it and Scott's bag inside.

As Ray pulled away from the curb he said, "normally, I would suggest that we have a nice relaxing dinner in a fine restaurant and get acquainted. However, if you don't mind, maybe we can skip that. I've got fruit plates, cheese and about anything you'd care to drink in the room. Is that okay with you?" 

Scott didn't say anything and politely waited for Brooke to answer for them. She said, "that's fine. I'm not really hungry anyway. We had a salad on the flight between Minneapolis and Seattle."

The drive from the airport to the hotel took just a few minutes. In the elevator, Ray pushed the button to the third floor. Room 315 was located right next to the elevator bank and almost identical to the room that Scott had slept in before. A powerful notebook computer was open on the desk; its screen was illuminated. Ray sat down at the desk and said, "I've got a couple of things to do here. Give me a sec." Then he moved the cursor, clicked and a dialogue box popped up on the screen, then he typed a few characters on the keyboard. "Scott," he said, "this is all set and I've just activated a clock. Sit here," Ray said as he stood up and stepped back so that Scott could sit. Scott, sat in the chair that Ray had just vacated and was surprised when he saw Ray take Brooke's hand and walk to the door. "I'll check in with you in an hour or so," he said just before closing the door. 

By the time Scott came to his senses, got up and followed them, the hall was empty in both directions. He thought of searching the large hotel for them and realized that would be futile. He was too embarrassed to call the desk and ask if Ray West had a room registered in his name, other than 315. He went back to the computer and, for the first time, looked at the bright blue screen, with a message in large bold white letters that read:

Standby to Meet Brooke in just 5 minutes and 42 seconds. 

The numbers representing seconds were descending. Scott realized that somewhere else in the hotel was another room, a room to which Ray was taking his Brooke. The computer was, obviously, already logged on to her site or a special site. Within, well, in less than 5 minutes now he would learn what was happening to her. 

Scott didn't have to wait 5 minutes. Within three minutes, Ray's image--head and shoulders-- appeared on the screen. "Hi. I'm Ray West, the webmaster for Brooke's site. In a couple minutes you will meet Brooke. I know you don't want to see or hear from me. Nevertheless, I want to tell you how this will work tonight and for the remainder of the weekend. I'll introduce Brooke and then ask her the questions, all the personal questions that I'm sure you would like to ask her if you were here. Then, we'll get right to what you've all come here to see." He looked at his watch and said, "We'll keep the webcam going tonight and through the weekend. If you have to leave for some reason, don't worry, we'll be posting the video clips and stills next week. Also, DVD's will be available for your personal collections. Now, it is my pleasure to introduce you to Brooke."

Ray stepped aside and the camera pulled back. Sitting primly on a red, upholstered chair was Brooke. Her jacket was gone, her legs were crossed at the ankles and her hands were folded in her lap. She was obviously very nervous. Off camera, Ray said, "Brooke, there are lots of guys out there watching their computer screens and many more who will visit the site in the days and weeks to come who would like to get to know all about you. Can I ask you a few personal questions?"

Brooke didn't seem to know where to look. She cleared her throat and said. "Okay. What do you want to know?"

"Well, everybody watching knows your measurements and all that, let me get right to meat, of things, so to speak, no pun intended. How old were you when you lost your cherry?"

It was obvious to Scott, and it must have been obvious to everyone watching, that the question caught her off guard. "I beg your pardon," she said as she became obviously flushed.




Home Business



"How old were you the first time you got fucked?" Ray asked more coarsely.

"I was nineteen," she said so softly hearing her answer was difficult.

"How old?"

In a slightly louder voice she said, "nineteen, I was nineteen the first time."

"In your bio, you said that you've never been with another man, Is that right?"

"Yes," she said, and looked down at her hands, "I've never been with anyone but my husband."

Scott couldn't believe what he was seeing. She filled the screen from the top of her head to the soles of her shoes. She was breathtaking. Ray had added a touch by placing a white flower over her ear. It looked like a gardenia to Scott. Then the camera moved in for a closeup of her face. She looked into the lens, then away. The camera panned down, past her bare shoulders, and lingered on her bosom. It was now known to all those watching--not just Scott who already knew--that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard and pointy. Then the camera was lowered to her lap. She was fidgeting with her hands. Then the camera stopped at her knees. More than half of her thighs were bare and the mysterious space between her legs and under her dress was in shadow. Then it dropped down even further to her firm calves and trim ankles that were encircled with the straps from her black high heel sandals. 

As Ray asked the next question, the camera panned back up to her face to record her answer. "Brooke, do you like sex?"

She blushed again and said, "I enjoy it with my husband."

"I guess that means you like to fuck. Do you like to fuck, Brooke?"

Again, she looked down at her hands and softly said, "yes, yes I do."

"That's just great. If you love to fuck, then say it."

Scott knew that she must be dying inside. Nevertheless, she bravely said, "Okay Ray. Have it your way. I love to fuck."

"What's your favorite position?"

Scott wasn't sure if Ray was trying to humiliate her, shock her just trying to get her to open up for the audience. 

"I like every position. When I'm laying on my back and he's . . . you know when he's between my legs . . . I like that."

"Oh yes, the famous missionary position. Do you put your legs over his shoulders? Do you clasp your legs around him and lock your ankles? Or, do you put your feet flat on the bed so you can push up against him?" Ray asked.

The camera pulled back. Brooke was squirming in the chair, trying to get comfortable before answering. She crossed her legs and tantalized those who were watching as several more inches of her tan thighs were exposed to the lens. Then, she looked directly into the lens and said, "I like all of that. Sometimes I put my legs over his shoulders. Sometimes I lock my ankles around his waist and sometimes I have my feet flat on the sheets so I can push against him."

"How about doggy style? How about you riding on top?"

She thought about the question then answered, "I like both of those positions. I guess I've never really thought about positions. It doesn't matter to me. When I told you that the missionary position, as you called it, was my favorite . . . I should have said that I like all positions."

"Wow guys! I think we do have a hot lady here. Okay, Brooke, what about oral sex? Do you like it when he goes down on you . . . do you like to be eaten?"

Scott knew the answer to that question. She loved it. She absolutely loved it when he lapped between her legs. She went crazy when he nibbled on her clit, when his tongue licked at her pussy lips making them even wetter and then when it pierced her. She would always thrust up against his face as his tongue traced the space between her vaginal opening and her crinkly anus. He usually brought her to at least one orgasm by cunnilingus before ramming his cock in her. 

"Don't all women?" Brooke asked shyly.

"Baby, we're not talking about other women, we're talking about you. Do you like to be eaten?"

"I like to be eaten," she answered with resignation.

"Do you love to be eaten?"

"Yes, Ray. I love to be eaten." She seemed exasperated.

"How about giving head? Do you enjoy giving him, your husband I mean, blowjobs?"

Scott remembered that she had hated it when he first asked her to try it many years ago. However, as the years passed, she came to really enjoy it. She had confessed to him, a few years ago, that she had actually experienced a climax, on more than one occasion, as his penis swelled in her mouth and he thrust against her face. 

"It makes me happy to make him happy," she answered.

"Okay, okay let me ask it this way. Does it turn you on when his dick is in your mouth? Do you play with it with your tongue? Do you try to drive him crazy?"

"Yes, yes and yes," she admitted.

"Okay Brooke. That's fine. How are you doing?"

"I'm all right," she said as she turned toward his voice.

"Look at the camera, baby. How do you feel about this weekend?"

The sixty-four-dollar question had now been asked. Scott and, he assumed, all of the men watching were waiting anxiously for her answer.

"That's not easy to answer, Ray. If you had told me a week ago, even a few days ago, that I would be here I would have said you were crazy. But here I am. Truthfully, I'm scared to death. I'm not even sure what you have planned for me. I've only been with one type of man, my loving gentle, caring husband."

"Are you excited?"

"Nervous and excited," she said again looking at her hands in her lap.

Like a slap in the face he said, "stand up, Brooke."

She hesitated, then uncrossed her legs and pushed herself up out of the upholstered chair. While, the camera pulled back even further.

Scott saw that she wasn't in a room like the room he was in. This was more like a living room, a parlor of a suite. The corner of a sofa and a coffee table came into view.

"Turn around baby and let us get a look at your fabulous body."

She was a little stiff as she turned around. The very high heels didn't make it any easier.

"That's terrific. Now show us your boobs."

His demand wasn't a surprise to Scott, it couldn't have been a surprise for Brooke and was, most assuredly, expected by the rest of the audience. She faced the camera and slipped the dress off each shoulder and lowered it to her waist.

"Baby, those are terrific tits," Ray said. Are they sensitive?

"Very."

"Pinch your nipples, baby."

Her breath was ragged. Her hands involuntarily cupped each breast. Then the thumb and forefinger of each hand pinched and pulled on each turgid nipple. She looked from one breast to the other and ran her tongue over her lips.

"Oh, do you like that?" Ray asked.

"Yes, I do," she answered.

"Now Brooke, let go of your boobs and lift your skirt up for us."

Her hand went to each side of her hem, clutched it and she slowly lifted it exposing her thighs.

"Come on baby. You know what we want. Lift it higher. Show us your cunt!

The black dress then became just a narrow black belt around her waist as her pussy was bared to the camera.

"Spread your legs, Brooke.

She moved her legs a couple of feet apart and looked away from the lens. The camera moved in for a closeup of the small tuft of perfectly shaped pubic hair. "Just beautiful. It points the way to heaven . . . I mean your pussy hair is pointing the way to your twat. Now turn around and show us your ass."

She turned and looked over her shoulder at the camera. "That's terrific. Now, bend over and put your hands on your legs."

Again, she complied with his request, knowing that everything was exposed.

"Brooke," Ray said, "It looks like you may be wet between your legs. Are you?"

"Maybe just a little," she said.

"Okay, honey. That's great! You can pull up your dress, cover your boobs and pull down you skirt."

She did what he told her to do, then went to sit back down in the big, red easy chair.

"Wait Brooke. Don't sit, there's someone I want you to meet."

Chapter 10

The camera then panned left and focused on a closed door, that was obviously the bedroom of the suite. The door opened and a black man dressed in a tailored, navy blue suit, wearing a starched white dress shirt and a carefully knotted gold tie entered the room.

"Brooke, say hi to Karem," said Ray.

"Hello," she said shyly.

"The pleasure is all mine, all mine," said the black man as he took her in his arms.

In room 315, five floors below, Scott Fuller caught his breath as he saw the man who would be only the second person to fuck his wife. The man was taller than average, extremely handsome and very black.

Ray had chosen Karem to be the first for one reason. He was a very accomplished, patient lover. His assignment tonight was very simple: to make Brooke so hot that she would fuck anyone or anything. He had been told to take his time, make her want it so bad, she would beg for it; to take her to a level of ecstasy that she had never attained before. 

His thick lips met hers. His were pliant. Hers were resistant. To himself, Karem said, "we shall see my beauty, we shall see." He took her resistance as a challenge. Oh, he knew that she was there to fuck him and she knew that he was there to fuck her and the audience knew that they were there to fuck each other. That, however, wasn't enough for Karem. He didn't just want her to be willing for his cock to enter her body. He wanted her to be desperate for it, to ache to be fucked.

"Do you like music?" He asked. She didn't answer but nodded her head positively. He moved out of the picture and, in the background, the soft sound of music, composed especially for lovers, could be heard. "Brooke, let's sit on the sofa. Would that be okay?" Karem asked as he took off his suit jacket, carefully folded it and handed it to someone off camera. Then, he slipped his tie off and it too disappeared.

The handsome black man sat in the corner of the sofa that matched the chair Brooke had been sitting in. He took her hand and gently pulled her down next to him. He draped his muscular right arm over her bare shoulders and he could feel the stiffness of her body. Not a word was spoken. He began making small circles on her right shoulder with the long black index finger of his right hand. After a minute she began to relax. He buried his face in her lustrous hair and inhaled the fragrance that was the residue of her shampoo. With the tips of the fingers of his left hand he softly, so softly, touched the tips of the fingers of her left hand. They were making a connection.

Brooke was hyper-aware of the length of his hard body being pressed against her side. What he was doing with his finger tips was driving her wild. He lowered his head to the crook of her neck and kissed her bare skin so softly it felt like butterfly wings. Then he kissed her left shoulder. 

The camera followed Karem's every move. Brooke had subtly turned toward him and squeezed even closer to him. She had forgotten Ray, the camera and the cameramen. She was totally focused on her feelings. The hand that had been making tiny circles on her bare shoulder moved down and cupped her heaving breast. The cloth of her dress was all that was between her warm flesh and his black hand. Her nipple pressed against the center of his palm. She so wanted for him to touch it bare, to play with her nipple, but he didn't, he just gently pressed against the swollen, sensitive orb.

Scott saw his wife turn her head toward the black man, raise it slightly, moisten her lips and look longingly at the man who smiled and kissed her on the forehead, not on her parted expectant lips. The handsome black man stopped touching her finger tips and raised his hand to her other breast. Now, both globes were being gently held by a large black hand.

The sound on the computer in room 315 was excellent. Scott could hear the soft music in the background and the sound of his own wife's labored breathing. He knew the signs of her arousal and he knew that Brooke was sizzling. She enjoyed foreplay and this man seemed to be a maestro at it. Also, although it was extremely difficult, he had respected her request and hadn't fucked her during the last two days. Apparently, she wanted her pent up passions to be unleashed, here, in Seattle in front of cameras. 

Karem's left hand released her breast and touched her bare thigh just below the hem line that had ridden high on her leg. He gently communicated with his hand letting her know that he wanted to touch the warm inside flesh of her leg. She slightly parted her legs and his fingers slowly moved down and rubbed the inside of her thigh. She, once again, parted her lips and lifted her face toward his. Again, he smiled at her and then dropped his face and kissed her neck. Then, he ever so slowly moved his hand up her leg until the hem was above her pussy. He touched her pubic hair so softly she could hardly feel it. Then, he traced the cleft that was covered with her dew. She expected the finger to part her lips and touch the swollen nub of her clitoris but it didn't even though she spread her legs wider in invitation. The cameraman moved in so close that the camera he was holding was within two feet of her vagina.

Then he abandoned her crotch, held her right arm and lowered his lips to the crook of her elbow. He traced kisses down her forearm and then took her hand and drew it to his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on each manicured finger. When his saliva had bathed the pinky on her right hand, he repeated the same process on her left hand. When that was done, to his satisfaction-- and he thought hers as he interpreted her sighs and wiggles--he bent over, lowered his head and began to kiss her bare knees. His kisses trailed down her left leg, then her right. He unbuckled the ankle strap of each shoe and removed it. Each foot was held and then lovingly kissed. Her insteps and then he sucked each toe until he felt her pulling him up.

Scott was watching his wife being treasured by this handsome black man.

Karem knelt between her legs. Then, as he kissed the insides of her thighs, he moved her dress out the way. She cooperated by lifting up so that it bared her ass. His thick black lips kissed her navel. Then his tongue fucked the tiny hole. He moved down to the tiny tuft of hair she had so carefully trimmed and shaped. His lips and tongue moved downward, parted the nude lips and touched her swollen clit. The instant that the point of his tongue came in contact with her very sensitive clitoris, she experienced and orgasm. "Ohhhh . . . mmmmmm . . . she moaned as she tilted her pelvis up to give him even greater access to every inch that was between her legs. 

Brooke was nearly delirious. Her pussy was sooo empty. She and Scott had fucked more in the last week--except for the last two days, her self-imposed celibacy--than at any other time during their marriage. She so wanted the black man, who was making her feel so good, to fill her up. But, he was still fully clothed while she was spread wantonly with her hands holding his nappy head.

He kissed up and down her slit, slowly wormed is tongue just inside her cavity and swabbed the opening. He seemed to know exactly where every nerve ending was located. Then, the talented tongue toyed with her urethra, taint and crinkly asshole. He took the swollen clit between his white teeth and sucked, while so very gently biting, and moving up and down as if he were fucking a tiny, miniature cock. 

Scott saw that this took Brooke over the edge. He had always considered himself a terrific pussy eater, but he was no match for this man who seemed to want to suck the juices right out of her. He placed one long finger inside her and soon it was joined by a second. He turned his palm up and felt inside for her G spot. When he found it, and there was no mistaking that he had found it, he began to softly massage it. While he was sucking her clit, the index finger of his left hand was worming its way, ever so carefully, in her tight ass, just up to the first knuckle. The triple stimulation was all Brooke could take. "Oh, ohh . . . please . . . please make love to me."

"What did you say?" Asked Karem as he lifted away from her crotch.

"I said, please make love to me . . . please," she pleaded.

"Brooke, do you love me?"

She was shocked by his question. "I like what you're doing to me."

"Brooke, you don't love me and I don't love you. I think I could love you, who couldn't. Now please tell me what you want."

"I want you to go inside me. I want you to fill me, I'm sooo empty I ache."

"Come on sugar. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me. Fuck me! Oh, please fuck me!"

Karem smiled, stood up, picked her up off the sofa like she was a doll and carried her into the bedroom. The screen went dark for almost a minute and then the camera focused on a naked couple in a frantic embrace on a king-size hotel bed with only a white bottom sheet stretched tightly over the mattress. 

They were locked in a kiss unlike any that she had ever experienced before. His tongue was like a reptile snaking inside her wet, receptive mouth. When he undressed a minute earlier, after they entered the bedroom, she noticed that he was totally devoid of any body hair. His body was magnificent with well-defined muscles that could only come from hours of lifting heavy weights in a gym. Between his legs was a cock that could only be described as beautiful. While it was nice-sized, she had seen much larger shafts on Anne's site and the sites that she and Scott had visited. She estimated that it must have been 8 inches long and a couple of inches across. It was not circumcised and as smooth as silk. His golf ball sized testicles hung loosely in their scrotum. She guessed that it was the total absence of pubic hair that made the package so attractive, that and the fact that his erect cock pointed in front of him like a spear. 

She pressed against him as hard as she could. As she spread her legs, he rolled between them. Brooke became the aggressor by reaching between them, grabbing his penis and pulling it to her, as she had with her own husband just a few nights before. Simultaneously, he pushed forward and she lifted up until they were completely joined. Two extra inches in depth and a half inch extra in girth, from what she was used to, were easily accommodated in her vagina. As their pelvic bones came together she began a climax that wouldn't stop for nearly a minute.

Scott thought for sure he would pass out. What he was seeing on the monitor on Ray's computer was hotter than anything he had imagined. He was also surprised by how elaborately Ray had designed the site and planned for this moment. The camera angle was perfect as Brooke's delicate white hand encircled the hard black cock and brought it to her oozing hole. When he plunged in and she bucked up, animated fireworks exploded on the screen and a message scrolled that read: Brooke's first fuck! Brooke's first Fuck! At the bottom right-hand corner, Ray had designed a box score that would make the NBA, NFL or MLB proud. Though it was small enough not to be distracting, and it could be blocked out or retrieved at will, it contained a lot of information: On the screen in the box Scott read the following: Day and Time started, Friday, 8:10 p.m. pt; Time fucking hours 0, minutes 1, seconds 12; partner # 1; cock length 8"; circumference 6.5". 

Brooke was holding on to the broad black back as tightly as possible. They alternated the pace of their movements. Slow and deliberate, then fast and furious. When, it didn't appear that they were even moving, perceptibly, Brooke was massaging his cock with her cunt muscles. When that happened, Karem would say, "oh baby, keep doing that . . . milk me with your pussy . . . that feels so fucking good."

Brooke had lost count of how many times she had climaxed. Karem, being as accomplished as he was couldn't go on forever. When he screamed out, "I'm, I'm . . . going to come . . . here it comes sugar, " the ‘Time Fucking clock read, hours 0, minutes 37, seconds 9.




Home Business



Unbeknownst to Scott and Brooke, the parlor of the hospitality suite was becoming congested. A dozen black men were nervously milling about watching the monitor, drinking and telling dirty jokes. Two were naked, stroking their cocks to get them hard and waiting their turns.

In the bedroom, when Karem came Brooke shouted, "no, no not yet baby . . . I need more."

Ray knew that would happen and sent them in even before Karem's cock shriveled inside her cum-filled pussy. 

Brooke felt the weight on each side of the bed and opened her eyes and saw that two black giants had joined them. No one would call them handsome. Earrings, tatoos, pierced eyebrows and pierced nipples adorned both men who were bald. Without saying a word, each man lowered his head to one of her breasts and began to suck on her swollen, tender nipples. She soon forgot Karem who had quietly slipped out of the room. She didn't resist at all as one of the men moved between her legs. What was that pressing against her lips? She wondered. Oh, no, she thought as something inhumanly large tried to fit itself inside her. If it hadn't been for the load that Karem had just deposited, she doubted that her newest partner could have entered her, but he did.

Scott had stripped off all of his clothes because he was burning up and was sitting in front of the monitor, nude and with a raging hard-on. The box score at the bottom of the screen now read: Day andTime Friday, 8:55 p.m. pt; Total Time Fucking hours 0 minutes 45 seconds 27; partner # 2; cock length 10.5"; circumference 8.2".

The new cock was touching places that even Karem had not touched. New nerve endings and tissue was succumbing to the probing of the huge black penis. This was the first time that two men had worked on her at the same time. In her fantasies, she had imagined what it might be like but she now realized that her imagination had been too limited. She had never felt anything like what she was feeling. She reached behind her partner, cupped his balls and then rubbed his ass. Her hand moved to the crease between the stranger's buttocks. She parted it and rubbed his asshole that was covered with coarse crinkly hair.

Scott saw that this man had no finesse. He was there to get his rocks off as soon as possible, but that didn't mean he didn't have endurance. He power fucked her and brought her one powerful climax after another while he was inside her. They shifted to a doggy position for a change of pace and then he even stood at the side of the bed as she backed onto his cock, on her hands and knees at the edge of the mattress. The cameraman caught everything. He seemed to know exactly when to focus on Brooke's face as she closed her eyes in ecstasy and moaned. He knew when to step back and let the members watch all of all three bodies; when to move in for a closeup of their genitalia, locked together. 

When the second man shot into her, there was no afterglow, no slowly coming down together because the third man had been waiting his turn and getting hotter by the second as he watched what the beautiful white woman was doing to his friend. The third man plunged into the hole that hadn't been cleaned up from the two loads that had been deposited inside it.

Scott recognized the whitish frothy fluid that clung to the third man's cock as it pulled out, leaving just the large head inside. It was similar to what Scott had seen on the cock of the man that opened the door to him and Ray when they came to Anne's room. The box score showed that the third man was only slightly smaller than the second but bigger than Karem and much bigger than he was.

During the next few hours, Scott watched his wife on the monitor as she fucked, sucked and even swallowed the semen from some of the men. He watched as a long thin cock penetrated her ass. He saw her lick the balls of one man that they called Shaq and then lick his asshole.

It was after midnight, when Scott heard the door to room 315 unlock. He had been in a daze, his bleary eyes hadn't left the screen except for when he had to go to the john to take a piss. He should have been embarrassed that Ray caught him naked, looking at the monitor with his bright red cock in his hands. But he wasn't embarrassed, he was amazed. He was amazed that the box score at the bottom of the screen read: Day and Time Sat. 12:19 a.m. pt; Total time fucking hours 4, minutes 9, seconds 8; partner # 14; cock length 12.75", cock circumference 9.1"

"How're doing buddy?" Ray asked.

"What can I say? I've never been so turned on in my life. I can't believe that the woman on the screen is my Brooke." He gestured toward the monitor that showed an unbelievably huge cock plunging in and out of her pussy and whose lips seemed to cling to it with each outstroke. She was grimacing but didn't seem to be in pain, grimacing more out of determination because there was still an inch of the shaft outside her body. 

"Well, my friend," said Ray. "There's another dozen men anxiously waiting for her in the parlor of the hospitality suite. That will take us till four in the morning or so. Then, we'll take a break until one or two in the afternoon. What we've captured on video is the best I've ever seen. When you leave here, we'll have enough material for at least a month, maybe even six weeks." Ray smiled, then said, "there's just nothing like being in business for yourself. Nothing like having a business that you can run from your home."

"I won't argue with you Ray. You've been right about everything so far," Scott said.