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MILF Chronicles Ch. 01

By: rivertown_rat



Part 1: Sherry and Peter are Initiated

When Alex invited me to his party I accepted without reservation. He had a reputation for throwing the best parties in town, although I did not believe some of the darker rumors. "And bring that cute wife along too." He added as he walked away. I knew that Sherry would be thrilled as well since we had not been out in quite a while.

"Sure." I replied to his receding back.

Later that day I ran into Bob in the hallway. He was one of the first people to talk to me when I started working for the company about 9 months ago and someone I considered a friend. "So, Alex finally invited me to one of his famous parties." I informed him.

"You mean infamous," he chuckled, "enjoy yourself Peter."

"I will." I assured him. "Sherry and I have not been out for quite a while, what with all the over-time we have both been doing lately."

"Wait. You're taking your wife?"

"Sure, why not?" I asked.

"Well, sometimes his parties get pretty wild I hear." he replied.

Sensing some concern I pressed him. "I thought they were really well put on affairs, catered and all. Haven't you been to a couple? What happened?"

"Oh, yeah, the ones I went to were top-shelf; good food and booze. They got a bit rowdy later in the evening, but nothing out of control. A gal got thrown in the pool - by her date I think. The normal amount of drunkenness, some groping, but," he trailed off.

"What?" I prompted.

"I've heard that sometimes things go a lot further than that." he said.

I hesitated, thinking about what he had said. Neither my wife nor myself were exactly angels when we were younger. Sherry and I dated back then on and off and I was at a couple of pretty wild toga parties with her and she has told me about a couple of other wild nights that I wasn't present for. So I felt that we could probably handle just about anything that could happen at a party where a bunch of my coworkers would be at. "I think we'll be OK. Alex wouldn't have invited her if he was planning strippers or something. Besides, we can always leave if we get out of our comfort zone." I reasoned.

"OK, just don't say you weren't warned."

"Oh, you are just jealous that you weren't invited this time." I teased.

"Just keep a eye on your wife. Some of his friends have roaming hands." he cautioned. "I always do." I answered confidently.

That night when I told Sherry about the invitation she was ecstatic. I had told her about Alex's high-end parties before and she had been hoping that we would eventually be invited to one. She had even suggested that I "buddy up" to Alex in order to speed things up, but I told her indignantly that I would not kiss up to anybody just to get invited to a party. Actually I had tried to socialize with Alex a number of times, but he was pretty cool towards me, so I had given up.

"Why did he invite you now, out of the blue?" Sherry wondered.

"I don't know for sure, maybe it has to do with the way I handled that big problem in our current project." I speculated. "I had a number of people who have been there a lot longer than me say that they could never have found and fixed the problem that quickly."

But whatever the reason we were invited and it was only 4 days away. That didn't leave us much time to arrange a sitter, especially one that could potentially stay overnight if necessary (like if we got too wasted to drive home and had to sack out in one of Alex's 3 extra bedrooms). Alex had said to dress casually, but Sherry insisted on buying something new.

Finally Friday night was upon us and when Sherry came down the stairs she was stunning. Even at 28 years of age and after having two children she still managed to maintain her figure and weighed only a few pounds heavier than on our wedding day. She had on a peach silk shirt with a plunging neckline that showed plenty of her 34C cleavage thanks to what looked like a minimal, frilly bra. For the rest of her outfit she had on tight-fitting designer jeans that fit her curvy bottom well. I didn't see any panty lines when she turned around in response to my twirl gesture, so I knew she must have had on thongs. "I thought you didn't like thongs. Said they were too uncomfortable."

"I don't and they are, but the panty lines are horrible in these," she answered as she looked over her shoulder at her ass, "and I really like the way these look on me now."

"I do too." I said as I put my finger on her ass and making a sizzling sound. "You are one hot babe!"

She slapped my hand away playfully, "I'm glad you approve." she giggled.

"Oh yeah, you are definitely going to turn some heads."

"I only want to turn yours." she replied as she headed towards the door to go pick up Beverly, her youngest sister, who was going to sit for us.

"Which head?" I asked.

"Both!" she fired back as she headed out the door, putting a smile on my face. This was going to be a great night.

We could hardly believe what a big house Alex owned. We knew it was in a nicer neighborhood, but it still surprised us given that he was only a mid-level manager at my company. "Too bad it's still a little too cool out to use the pool." Sherry commented. I grunted my agreement, a picture of my wife in a little bikini flashing though my mind.

Alex answered the door and flashed us a big smile. "Hey glad you could make it! Wow," he said looking Sherry up and down, "You are as beautiful as Dave said."

Sherry blushed. "Thanks." was all she could stammer.

"OK," he continued, "Here are the house rules: eat and drink as much as you want, but no drugs. If you can't drive home you are invited to crash here -- I have plenty of beds."

"No problem there." I replied.

"The last one is this: we have boys nights and girls nights. On boys nights the party games are a little more male oriented and the girls can't refuse to play one if their date wants them to and vice versa on girls nights." He explained.

"OK, a little different, but I'm in." I said looking at my wife.

"Which is it tonight?" she asked.

"Oh no, you have to agree with the rules first." he answered.

"All right, I agree." she relented.

"Then I can tell you that we flipped a coin earlier and it is boys night."

"Figures." Sherry retorted.

"No worries," I said as put my arm around her shoulders, "We are going to have a great time."

"I'm sure we all will." Alex said and led us out of the foyer.

It looked like the party was just getting started when Alex ushered us into the main spacious living room. He introduced us to some of his friends that I didn't know and showed us where the food and drink was located. He was a great host.

People continued to flow in and we had a good time. The food was fabulous and the bar well stocked. Most of the games were pretty tame. There were only a couple that I had to "order" Sherry to play. One was kind of a 'Truth or Dare" poker game. It was like strip-poker but instead of removing clothing (darn), you had to take a card from a small deck of note-cards. There was one deck for 'boys' and another for 'girls'. Each card had either a question on it that you had to answer truthfully, or a dare that you had to perform. I was a pretty good poker player, but my wife wasn't, so I thought it could be a fun game. Two other couples that we had only met that night also decided to play.

The game was fun, but not quite as risque as I was hoping. It was enlightening to find out that Sherry had once lost at strip poker (I'll have to ask her about that one sometimes) and it was fun to watch her get kissed by one of the other women, oops, girl. It was only a quick kiss, but it made my cock twitch. All and all everybody seemed to have fun and even Sherry seemed to enjoy it by the time it was finished.

We mingled for a while and got separated. While I was looking for my wife I ran across a game room. Inside three guys were starting up a trivial pursuit game and asked if I wanted to play. Some people think this is a lame game, but I like it and I'm pretty good, so I sat in with them. It turned out they were good friends of Alex and came to most of his parties. Brian and Johnny came stag and Marc's date left early, so they decided to start up a game. They seemed like decent guys and time passed quickly.

By the time Sherry found us I was in the lead by one pie-wedge and only needed two more to win. "Hi babe, come over and give me some luck".

She came over and stood beside me and saying, "You could find a Trivial Pursuit game in a desert."

So she stood there sipping some wine and chit-chatting with everybody as I played and occasionally rubbed her ass on the QT. Then I got onto a hot-streak, answering five questions correctly in a row and getting my next pie-wedge. "Only one to go." I announced.

"No fair" objected Brian, "You have a good luck charm."

"Nah, it's skill man, pure skill." I replied.

"Oh yeah? Then you won't mind if your wife comes over and stands by me?" he asked.

"No problem. But it won't help your game." I answered. "Go ahead." I said to Sherry and gave her butt a pat.

"Well!" she said in a fake huff, "Then I think I will just go over there" and walked around the table to stand by Brian.

After he got few questions wrong Brian said "Hmm, maybe she's only lucky for you, Dave."

"No man, you gotta rub her butt, like a genie bottle." Marc quipped. Everybody laughed -- I had been busted. On his next turn, just before he rolled the dice, Brian put is hand behind my wife and gave her ass a quick pat, saying "For luck." If Sherry had been sober she would have swatted him in the back of the head, but she just giggled and tousled his hair. And damn if he didn't get a good roll!

After that they all wanted her to stand next to them on their turn and they all patted her on her bum. She in turn flirted with them, subtly at first, like just resting her hand on their shoulders or brushing the back of her hand on their faces. But she would not stand next to me since I said I did not need her luck. Actually I did not exactly say that, but I went along with the game.

As the game went on the flirting slowly got more intense. The guys started resting their hands on her back between rubs of her ass and moved them down over time until they pretty much stayed on her butt all the time and the rubs turned into caresses. Sherry did nothing to discourage this, and in fact did the opposite. I had not seen this side of my wife since we were in college, and it was starting to get me aroused, so I let it continue. If I had not been drinking pretty good myself I probably would have stopped it.

I finally won, despite their 'lucky charm' and my wife came over and gave me a big wet kiss for being the winner. "What if someone else had won, would you have rewarded them the same way?" Brian wanted to know.

"Maybe." was my wife's answer.

About that time Alex came in and said "Looks like you guys had a good game."

"Yeah, I killed them." I bragged. This resulted in some groans and protests from the other guys. Alex pulled me aside and dragged something out of his pocket.

"Does this look familiar?" he asked. I looked down, and there was my PDA.

"Shit man, I thought I had lost that. Where did you find it?"

"In the bathroom at work. You should really be more careful." he replied.

"Yeah thanks." I said as I put out my hand for it.

"No really. When I turned it on to see who the owner was, I saw this -" he said as he turned it on. "Recognize any of those files?"

I squinted at the small display, looking at the list of filenames. Oh, hell, I DID recognize them. They were classified files from the DOD project I was working on for the company. How did they get on there? "What the fuck..." was all I got out.

"Yeah, it looks pretty bad, man. If security had found this and seen the files on here, you would be in shit up to your eyeballs for quite a while." he calmly stated. "Now imagine if they found that the files were copied on here from your PC and your login ID? And to top it off what if the name and phone number of a known foreign agent was also found in this same PDA? Yeah, not only would you be fired, you'd probably wind up in a federal jail for 10 or 20 years."

"What the hell are you saying? You know I didn't put those files on there." I stammered.

"Oh, I know, and I'd be willing to give you your PDA back and help you erase the file access logs at work, but you have to do me a favor." he said.

I narrowed my eyes. "What is you want Alex?"

"Me and my friends just want to party with your wife a little bit and I want you to help."

"What?!?" I hissed at him.

"It's that or I give the PDA to security and you can kiss your ass goodbye. Maybe after you are in jail we will party with her anyway, whether she wants to or not." he said with a hard edge to his voice that I had not heard before. He wanted me to think he was serious, and I did.

"What exactly are you planning and what kind of 'help' do you want from me?" I demanded.

"First, dial down your volume and tone, or it's over right now." he warned.

I took a deep breath, followed by another to get my emotions under control. "OK, I'm sorry, but I don't respond well to threats." "I don't care what you think, just get it under control. Now, I'm not going to lay out everything right now; you'll find out in due time. Just follow my lead and convince Sherry to go along. It's important that she think everything that happens from now on is your idea and what you want. Do you understand?" I nodded.

"OK, now here's what I want you to do..." and he explained the first part of his plan. True to his word he did not give me a lot of details, but from the outline it looked like I would have to play a game to win our escape from the party and get my PDA back. My wife would be the prize, but I was to make it look like I was instigating events and convince Sherry to willingly participate. He and his "posse" would steer things in the "correct" direction and he gave me a few signals to watch for, things like when to agree and when to say no. He did make it clear though, that if I won the game the party would be over, otherwise a new game would start and the "stakes" would go up.

I tried to think of a way out, some detail that he had not thought of, some clever maneuver I could pull. But the alcohol had slowed my thinking and Alex did not give me any time anyway; he kept things moving so that I was always lurching from one disaster to another the entire evening.

We went back to the group where Sherry was chit-chatting and flirting with the other three guys. At the time I did not know what had gotten into her, even the wine did not explain her behavior. I found out later that they had put some kind of female viagra in one of her drinks that Brian had scammed from a clinical trial somewhere. I can tell you that shit works!

Anyway I said "How about another game?" to a chorus of boos and "No way"s.

Sherry came up to me and whispered in my ear, "Let's go home and fuck." When she talks like that I know she's extra horny, but I had to stick to Alex's plan.

"You guys aren't afraid I'll kick your asses again, are ya?" I taunted as instructed.

"Nah, it would just take too long the way you play." That was Brian.

"Bullshit! You guys take too long to answer; I get like 80% of them correct." I boasted.

"Oh, Yeah? I bet you can't do better than 50%!" he answered.

"OK, I tell you what, just go ahead a pull the next ten cards and I bet I can answer 8 of them correctly."

"All right," Brian said, "but let's make it a real bet then."

"What, for money?" I asked.

"Nah, I got enough money. What I really need is some honey." Brian snickered. What a lame setup, but Sherry didn't seem to notice.

"OK, then, how about I bet my wife?" I said as casually as I could, as if I offer my wife to strangers all the time. Sherry's jaw dropped and I held up my hand to stave off the objection which was forming in her alcohol slowed brain.

"Hey, I want in on this too, what do you have in mind?" Marc piped in with the rest quickly following suit.

I acted like I was thinking about it for a second with my wife glaring at me. "You each take turns asking me a questions from the category of my choice. Sherry will still be the 'lucky charm' like before, except if I get the answer wrong she will have to kiss you for ten seconds. If not, she just goes on to the next player. We go around two times and if I answer eight correctly then I win and you guys have to admit that I'm the best and you all suck." I offered.

"Hey, that's twelve questions, so you have to answer, um, ten to get 80%." Marc interjected.

"Actually that's 83.3% genius, but OK, ten." I answered.

"If you get to pick the category, then she has to sit in the player's lap, not stand beside him." Brian threw in.

"And if you lose the game, then what?" Alex finally spoke.

"Well, then I guess I'd have to admit I sucked." I replied. "Everybody in?" I asked.

"Hell no." Sherry objected.

"You don't get a say -- house rules, remember?" I said. "Oh, don't give me that look, it's just a little harmless fun. Don't be a killjoy." Surprisingly she just rolled her eyes and said "OK, if that's what you want." The implication being that I was delaying getting home to a hot fuck, but I had no choice.

"Let's get going then," Brian said. "I get to go first." He patted his leg as he looked at Sherry and although she hesitated slightly, she stepped over to him and sat down sideways in his lap.

I picked Science since that was my best subject and Brian took the next card from the deck. As I considered the question Brian started flirting with my wife. At first she pretended not to notice, but as he got a little more aggressive she began to fend him off with a combination of moving his hands and flirting back. So this was their strategy, to try and distract me. I did my best to ignore it and managed to answer the question correctly.

So Sherry moved over to the next player, Johnny. He tried the same tactic, but I answered quickly and got that one correct as well, so Sherry shuffled over to Marc. His question was easy, so he hardly got to flirt with Sherry at all before she had to move over to Alex. After he asked his question, though, he turned up the heat by kissing my wife's neck and nibbling her ear. She loves that and kind of melted into him at bit. Without missing a beat he reached across her and started running his hand up and down her opposite arm, brushing his forearm, oh so gently, across her tits. She didn't seem to notice or care, but I did! Then I noticed that his other hand was stroking her thigh just above her knee, but moving up.

"Hey, you going to answer?" Brian asked.

Shit! I was having problems focusing on the question, but I couldn't let Alex keep groping my wife, so I guessed and blurted out an answer.

"Bzzzt. Wrong!" said Alex. "Somebody time us." Then he turned Sherry's head towards his and starting kissing her deeply. All the men quieted down, and even seemed to be holding their breath. The sound of their kiss seemed to fill the room. The entire time Alex's hands kept roaming and she did nothing to stop him. In fact, she put her hand behind his head at one point.

"Times up!" Marc said in loud voice. "Get me a crow bar to separate these two."

Sherry broke away from Alex, looking a bit flushed. From embarrassment or excitement I couldn't tell. Then she walked around behind me and sat back down in Brian's lap again.

After getting a card and asking his question he wasted no time in following Alex's lead and openly started groping my wife. This was not playful flirting anymore and Sherry was busy trying to fend off his advances, although she was clearly fighting a losing battle. From my vantage point I could see that although she had her legs clamped together he was still making progress up her thigh and would soon reach nirvana if I didn't answer the question soon.


MILF Chronicles Ch. 01



The problem was, I didn't remember what it was and he refused to repeat it, so I had to give up on that round. As he kissed my wife he didn't let up on his assault one bit, and Sherry was doing a poorer job thwarting him so by the time his ten seconds were up he was squeezing a tit with one hand and had the other one up to her pussy, although I don't think he could do much with her thighs clamped together as tightly as they were. Someone called "Time!" and Sherry leaped up out of his grasp, looking very flushed and flustered.

I was down by two now and could not afford to miss another, and although I suspected my odds winning this game were not good, I determined to not let their man-handling of my wife distract me anymore. Certainly whatever they had planned for the next game it would be worse for her than what they were doing now, so I had to avoid that if I could.

Johnny was up for his second round and once he asked the question he, of course, attacked Sherry. Two things were in my favor: 1. Since he was across the table I could not see what was going on below her waist, and 2. He was not as aggressive as the others so she was able to fend him off more successfully. This allowed me to concentrate and answer the question correctly.

I only had two questions left, however Marc was the next player and from what I could tell he was the pervert of the group. Sure enough about five or ten seconds after starting to work on Sherry she squealed and tried to jump off his lap. He pulled her back down but in the brief instant that she had partially stood up I could see what her objection was -- he had unbuttoned the bottom two or three buttons on her blouse (there where only five) and was stroking her bare midriff. This completely unhinged me and I blurted out an answer, but as soon as it was out of my mouth I knew it was wrong.

"Ha! You lose!" Brian exclaimed as Marc took his ten second prize. Sherry either really liked the way he kissed or had given up because she was not fighting him anymore. Fortunately he did not try to undo the last few buttons on her blouse and satisfied himself with trying to push his hand down the front of her jeans. Due to how tight they were however, he did not succeed and he did not have enough time to attempt to unbutton them. When they finished she got up and walked over to me looking a little glassy-eyed and breathing heavy. All the kissing and groping was starting to have an effect on her, apparently, although I expected her to have more control of herself.

"All right, admit it then, you suck." Brian said triumphantly. I glanced at Alex and he gave me the 'no' sign, so I knew that was not what I was supposed to do. But I didn't know what to say at this point either.

"Maybe you'd like another chance?" Alex asked, but it was clear how I was to answer.

"Yes I would." "OK then, let's play the same game again, except how about we raise the stakes, eh?" Alex offered.

"How about we play for your wife's clothes?" Marc said with a nasty little smile. The others quickly agreed, of course, but even though Alex was signaling 'yes', I hesitated. "Well..." I stammered, to which Alex signaled 'YES!'

I had no choice, "OK." I said quietly.

That got Sherry's attention. "What?!" she demanded. "Don't worry, I won't lose this time." I assured her.

"You don't have to lose the game to get me half-stripped." she complained.

"Trust me." I said, hopefully with more confidence than I felt. "Besides you've gone to the beach in a bikini showing the same amount of skin as you would in your underwear." I reasoned.

"This is not the beach!" she objected.

I stood up, wrapped my hands around her, gave her a hug and kissed her. Then I looked her in the eye and said softly "I love you, but please just do what I ask now and trust me." She still looked uncertain, but answered me by stepping over to Brian and sitting in his lap. This brought a smile to Brian's face.

"But before we start we need to clear up a few things." Marc stated. "First, shoes, hose and jewelery does not count. So how many items do you have on Sherry?"

"Four." she answered

He continued. "Good. Second, the winning player gets to choose which piece of clothing to remove and also gets to remove it. And third, since this is a tougher challenge we will spot you another question, so now you have to get only nine out of twelve. OK?" Everybody nodded yes, including me. It only occurred to me a few seconds later that they only moved the goal posts so that should I lose, my wife would be completely nude. If she had figured this out as well, she gave no clue.

The game proceeded as before, except that they wasted no time in pawing at my wife. I got the first two questions correct. The question that Marc asked was one I just didn't know, so I guessed -- wrong. Marc selected her blouse and this time was allowed to completely unbutton and remove it.

Now Sherry was moved over to Alex, all eyes on her skimpy bra and creamy tits barely covered by it. I knew I needed to do better, because the more clothing she lost, the more difficult it would be for me to concentrate. Now Alex had much better access to my wife's tits and took advantage of it. He was almost putting his hands inside her bra and probably would have if I hadn't answered the question quickly; and wrong as it turned out. Alex just smiled and told Sherry to stand up. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. He looked straight at me as he eased them down past her hips, revealing her skimpy black thong. As he continued to push them down her legs he leaned over and looked directly at her barely covered snatch. Blushing, she stepped out of her new jeans. Now wearing only a sexy bra and a small thong Sherry headed around me to the next player. As she passed behind me she leaned down and whispered in my ear "Enjoying yourself?" I wished I could tell her why this was happening, but I couldn't.

When she tried to sit down in Brian's lap, however, he made her straddle him, face to face. At first I thought it was to make it easier to kiss her, but as soon as the question was read he grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and pulled her into his crotch allowing him to grind his hard-on into her almost exposed pussy. A small involuntary (I hoped) groan escaped from my wife. Somehow I had to finish this game, and without Sherry losing any more clothes, so I tried not to let Brian's antics distract me and I thought about the question. It was difficult though as my own arousal was starting to build. On the one hand I was disgusted with what was happening and how we were being manipulated (literally and figuratively), but on the other I was getting turned on. All I could do was press on, so I dug deep into my memory and dredged up the correct answer. Brian was visibly disappointed as Sherry moved on to Johnny. It was no surprise that he too had her sit facing him, and she didn't even try to avoid it at this point.

The question was difficult though, and I got it wrong. "Now, now," he mused, "tits or pussy, tits or pussy?" Everybody but me gave him their opinion. After thinking about it for a few seconds he reached out and unsnapped my wife's bra, revealing her succulent 34C's to this group of testosterone charged men. She tried to hide them as she stood up and moved over to Marc, but that didn't last long. As soon as the question was asked he was all over her like a bum on a baloney sandwich. She was actually doing a pretty good job keeping his hands off her tits until he reached down and apparently, although I couldn't see, tried to get his hands into the front of her thong.

When she reached down to grab his hands he latched onto one of her tits with his mouth and started sucking on it. She loves this and will really juice up whenever I suck on her tits and flick her nipples with my tongue. Her response now was not much different. I watched my wife's eyes narrow and her mouth open slightly as this stranger suckled on her breast. Her struggles began to weaken and Marc took advantage by freeing one of his hands and grabbing her other tit with it. He was twisting her nipple with that hand and I think he hit pay-dirt with the other one down the front of her scanty undies because her eyes suddenly popped open and her whole body twitched visibly. I didn't know how much longer she would last before she orgasmed, so I gave up on the question, which I had forgotten anyway, just to end the game. I had to pick one humility over the other and I thought that full nudity would be preferable to cumming in front of these guys.

Marc reluctantly stopped his assault on my wife when I repeated my concession, Sherry's tit slipping out of his mouth with a lewd pop, his saliva glistening on it. "All right darlin, get up and be prepared to be stripped." he told Sherry.

He had to rearrange his pants to stand up, but then again, to my shame, I was in the same condition. Her small sexy thong was a bit off kilter, evidence that Marc had indeed managed to get under it. But the big surprise was the fact that it was soaked to semi-transparency! It even looked like some pussy juice had leaked down her inner thighs. My wife almost never produces that much lubricant, unless she is extremely turned on. I would have thought that her embarrassment would have precluded that. Maybe I didn't know her as well as I thought.

Marc slipped his thumbs into the string-like sides of her underwear and slowly slid them over her hips and down her shapely legs. Once they were down to the floor Sherry helpfully stepped out of them. What else could she do? She just stood there staring at me helplessly with this 'save me' look in her eyes. I was ashamed that I could do nothing to ease her humiliation and looked down at the table.

"As long as you are dressed, um, undressed for the part," Alex spoke up, "why don't you go get us some drinks."

"Like this?" Sherry gasped, motioning at her nude body.

"Sure," he answered, "everybody else has gone home, we're the only ones here." Then everybody gave her their drink orders, except me since I wanted to sober up. Maybe that would help me think of a way out of this. But Alex would have none of that; he insisted that Sherry get me a beer and a glass of wine for herself. When she looked at me for confirmation I smiled weakly and nodded my consent. With that she turned around and headed for the bar, which was down the hall and around the corner.

When she was out of the room Alex informed me that since I lost the second game, we would have to play another one, except the stakes, of course, would be going up. It would also be based on a different board game. This time it was a strategy game that was slightly modified. Basically it was an 18th century sailing game where I played the authority being pitted against the other four playing pirates. Normally the pirates plundered gold and jewels and hid in safe harbors while the authority tried to catch them and put the treasure back where it came from. The authority had a faster ship and was able to use some routes that the others could not, so in theory the game was balanced, but it depended a lot on the players

They had replaced the treasure markers with new versions that had a picture of a hand, a mouth, or a hard cock. They had also put pictures of a woman's mouth, tits, and pussy on the safe harbors. The rules were that if they could get a 'treasure' token to a 'safe harbor' they would have one minute to use their corresponding body part on my wife. If someone else was already there, they got ejected and had to return to the table. There were more hands than cocks and only one pussy safe harbor, but the possibilities made my head spin and my cock throb.

Alex made it clear that I was again to convince her that the entire thing was my idea. I also had to 'prepare' her for the game. To win the game we had to play through 30 rounds without Sherry cumming. Since I only had 15 seconds to move my ship, and they had 15 seconds (they all move at the same time), each round would take about 30 seconds, which meant the game would run for 15 minutes.

Depending on how often they got to safe harbors, that could easily be too much for my wife in her current aroused state. If she made it though, we would be free; if not, then they got to have their way with her for the rest of the night, and I had to watch but would get no relief myself.

When Sherry returned she had the drinks on a small tray and circled around the table handing them out. As she passed each man her ass, tits, and pussy were grabbed, squeezed, and prodded. When she finished she stood nervously by me drinking her wine.

There was an awkward pause and Alex broke it by announcing that I wanted to play another game. Sherry didn't say anything, but her eyes were like lasers that bored smoking holes through my soul. I coughed and said as enthusiastically as possible, "Yes, but don't worry, I picked a strategy game, and you know how good I am at that. I'll smoke their asses this time."

She didn't look convinced. I stood up and motioned her over towards the other side of the room where Alex had folded down the futon there. I was hoping I could whisper the truth to her once I was away from the other guys and let her know what was really going on, but Alex followed us.

"The stakes are a little bit higher this time, but I promise you it will be OK. Just do exactly what I say." I told her has I sat her down on the futon. Alex handed me a silk blindfold. "OK, I'm just going to put this blindfold on you." I said as I wrapped it around her head and started tying it. "Why?" she asked.

"To help you relax and add a little mystery to the evening." I answered. Then I pushed her down onto the futon until she was laying flat on her back. "Just relax" I tried to say in a soothing voice.

Now the hard part. I lifted her near arm and flopped it back so that her palm was up and lying by her head. Then I took the silk scarf that Alex handed to me and began to bind her hand to the frame of the futon. She reflexively tried to jerk her arm away, but I held on to it firmly.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed. I leaned into her and used my sincerest voice. "I love you very much. I know you are confused and your emotions are in a jumble, but please trust me. I know what I am doing, and this is how I want it done. Just let all of your doubts and concerns go and just live the moment." Her arm relaxed and I tied it down. Alex did the same thing on the other side and gave me a thumbs-up sign.

Now the harder part. I leaned over and kissed her deeply while stroking first her arms, and then her tits. I pulled away and kissed my way down her neck. Alex was still close, so I still could not tell her what was going on, but at this point maybe that was better. She would need to take my advice and just let go if she was to survive the rest of the night, especially if I lost the game.

"I love you very much. No matter what happens, I'll always feel that way. You are the sexiest, hottest woman I know. I'm the luckiest man in the world to be married to you." As I said this I slid my hand down her trembling body to her dripping pussy. I ran my fingers through her well trimmed pubic hair, across her hot mound, and slid a finger into her. I pumped in and out a few times, stroking her g-spot each time before removing it and running it up her slit and finally over her clit, making her jump. My wife groaned at my withdrawal. Her body was covered by a thin sheen of sweat, her nipples were as hard and distended as I've ever seen them, and her pussy gaped open slightly showing the inner pink folds. Hot damn she was the sexiest woman I've ever known! I wanted to jump her right there; my cock was so hard it hurt. Turning my back on her and walking over to the table was one of the most difficult things I have done in my life.

The first few rounds of them game were mainly just maneuvering while I tried to figure out what they were up to and vice versa. On the fourth round I decided to get aggressive and sent Marc's ship back to his starting port. The other three took advantage and tried to grab some treasure. Brian got a hand and Alex got a mouth. I managed to stop Johnny from getting anything, but now I had to concentrate on Brian and Alex.

The next turn I caught Alex and I had a choice of taking his treasure or sending him home. I took the mouth token and put it back on the island it came from. This allowed Brian to get to a tits harbor and Johnny got a mouth token. Brian smiled, stood up, and went over to the futon where my wife was tied down and blindfolded. He started playing with her tits causing her breath to catch. I couldn't watch since I had to execute my next turn, but I could hear my wife's occasional soft moan.

I managed to keep the other three at bay for the next turn, but Marc snagged a mouth token and Alex got another hand. On the following turn I managed to intercept Marc and confiscate his token, but Johnny managed to get to the mouth harbor, so he went over and started kissing Sherry while Brian continued his assault on her tits. I tried to keep an eye on them to make sure they didn't cheat, but it was difficult to split my attention without making errors in my play. It seemed I was damned no matter what I did. With only two players I was able to keep them both out of a harbor for the next round, but after that Brian's ship was back in play and I kind of lost track of Alex. The next thing I knew his ship was in the pussy harbor and he was off to finger fuck my wife!

Alex must have been doing a good job because her moaning was louder and more frequent as he pushed first one, then two, then three fingers in and out of her hot hole while stroking her clit with his thumb (OK, I peeked -- I couldn't help it). The squishing sounds and the moaning was making it hard to concentrate, and as a result Johnny managed to get into a tits harbor with a mouth token. He joined Alex with my wife and started sucking on her already hard nipples. This sent Sherry into a near frenzy, her head was rolling back and forth and she was struggling against her bonds. I think the only reason she had not orgasmed yet was because of the embarrassment of being in front of these four strangers.

Most of the game went on like this, just one or two of them with my wife at any one time, and a couple turns nobody was there. At one point Marc got into a tits harbor with a cock token. It was surreal watching him climb up on top of my wife, press her tits together and fuck them.

Near the end of the game I was starting to hope that we could win. I had managed to keep down the stimulation of my wife so she had not climaxed yet and I had a handle on their individual strategies. Then they did something that I didn't expect: they started working together.

Johnny and Alex sacrificed themselves a couple of turns in a row which allowed Brian to get a mouth token into the pussy harbor. I was crestfallen; surely he would be able to make her cum with his mouth.

He casually walked over to the futon, gently spread Sherry's legs, knelt down and ran his tongue the entire length of her hot slit. Sherry let out a guttural sound and pushed her pelvis up to meet his lashing tongue. I had to hope she could hold out, even though she didn't know she had to, and continue the game. We could still win -- there were only four rounds left. They continued to work together and after two more rounds although Sherry had not cum yet, she must have been close. Then it happened: Marc got a cock token to the pussy harbor. No!

He stood up, pumping his hand in the air and hissing "Yes!".

He walked over to my wife on the futon and stripped off his pants and underwear. His cock was hard and standing out from his body slightly. It looked a little bigger than mine, both in length and girth. Sherry's legs were already parted, but he pushed them apart even further and climbed up onto the futon between them. He wasted no time in penetrating her and sank to the hilt in one stroke, she was so wet.




MILF Chronicles Ch. 01



She squealed at the sensation of finally being filled with a hot, hard dick. He started with full, slow strokes, but after a few of those he started speeding up. By the time half his time was up (30 seconds), he was hammering into her at a ferocious rate and my beloved wife was meeting his thrusts.

We were all mesmerized by the spectacle and the game was temporarily forgotten. Well before the one minute was up Sherry's body when rigid and she had a groaning, wailing orgasm. Marc just rode her through it and then stopped and pulled out of her when she stopped shaking. She just laid there gasping for breath, her body wracked by small post-orgasmic tremors, her body glistening with sweat. Her nipples were still hard and sticking out as much as I have ever seen, and her cunt: engorged is the best description. In other words, fuckable as hell.

All the guys stood up and Brian said "Now the real party starts." As they walked towards my wife on the futon Alex pulled me aside and suggested that I call the sitter and tell her that we would be staying the night. I walked out of the room to make the call. I didn't want risk Bev hearing anything that might make her suspicious.

I told her that we were too smashed to drive home and would be crashing here. She said she was OK with that and I told her we'd see her in the morning. As I returned to the game room I heard the sounds of sex as I got close to the door: Sherry moaning, a man grunting, sloshing noises of a cock pistoning in and out, and bodies slapping together. When I entered the room my wife was still on her back on the futon, but the mask was gone and she was no longer tied down.

Alex was fucking her with a steady pace while she sucked Brian's dick. Marc and Johnny stood nearby slowly stroking their hard dicks. When someone shot his load it was always on her belly, tits, face, etc., but never in her. I guess they wanted to keep her pussy and ass from getting too sloppy. Yes, they fucked her in the ass too. They kept at it for hours, switching off when they came or got tired. Even so, their individual stamina was amazing. Of course they were all only in their early 20's except for Alex who was my age. They took short breaks during which I was tasked to get everybody water to keep them hydrated, and to clean up Sherry with a wet towel. That was the only time I was allowed to touch her though, my hard cock did not get any relief that night.

The highlight, or lowlight depending on your view, was when they got her airtight: Marc in her pussy, Johnny in her ass (he had a long, but skinny cock), and Brian in her mouth. Alex was already worn out by that time. As Marc and Johnny established an alternating rhythm she could not concentrate on Brian's dick, so he just fucked her mouth like it was another pussy. Since they had all cum at least two or three times already they lasted an amazing long time. Sherry became exhausted and they were literally holding her up and just using her as a cum dump. Eventually they all came, Marc and Johnny inside her and Alex on her face.

When it was all over it was 3am and they had all violated each of her holes multiple times and dumped at least ten loads of sperm in and on her. Sherry had multiple orgasms throughout the entire ordeal, at one point having them almost continually for a while. I lost count of the total, probably double what they guys had. No wonder she was exhausted. I guess she took my advice and just rolled with it, living the moment and not worrying about whether it was right or wrong or the consequences afterward.

My last task was carrying my wife to a bedroom and tucking her in to a comfy bed -- to sleep. I settled down besides her, holding her gently, but sleep would not come. My head was full of images of my beloved getting gang banged, and I had to admit it, participating and enjoying it at times. I wondered how this would change our lives and our relationship. I worried that she would hate me for apparently setting the entire thing up and enabling the others.

I suddenly woke up. Light was streaming in the window. Sherry was still sleeping beside me. What time was it? I looked at my watch; 8am. Good, not too late yet. I got up slowly so as not to wake up my wife and navigated my way to the kitchen. I rounded up some juice and a couple of bagels and went back up to the bedroom where my wife slumbered. I didn't run into anybody else yet.

I gently woke Sherry up. She was still a little groggy, but I managed to get her to drink and eat a little. Then I guided her to the bathroom and into the shower. She was still not all with it so I got in with her and washed her down. Normally when I do this I get hard, and this time was no exception. When she noticed she got down on her knees and started to guide my cock toward her mouth. I stopped her and told her that she did not need to do that, but she said she wanted to, so I let her. I had to admit it was a nice release for me, but I worried about her. Would she be a submissive sex toy from now on? Did she think that's what I wanted? (Well, that was a fantasy of mine, but in reality I don't think it would be good for her mental health.)

After the shower and blow-job I went downstairs and found her blouse and jeans, but her underwear was nowhere to be found, so she just had to go without them. On the way out I saw a manila envelope with my name on it on a small table by the front door. Inside I found my PDA, some instructions on how to permanently erase the security logs at work showing the files being copied to my PDA, and a DVD. A post-it note on the DVD read "Watch me ASAP". I just put the envelope under my arm and helped my wife out to our car.

Sherry just sat looking out the window as I drove. I was trying to think of what to say, but I didn't know how to start.

"Peter," she started.

"I'm sorry." I blurted out. "I never wanted that to happen."

"I know." she said.

"You do? How?"

"I know you better than that. I realized when I was getting the drinks that you were acting completely out of character, even half in the bag. I figured that they must be coercing you somehow and that it must have been pretty strong to get you to go along with their scheme." she explained.

"If you call the threat of losing my job and going to jail strong, then yeah." I replied.

"I knew it had to be something like that. Thank you for what you said to me when you tied me down on the futon. It really helped me get though it." She sounded kind of odd, but given what she had just been through, maybe that was to be expected, wasn't it?

"Are you OK?" I asked. She looked away but it appeared to me that she was on the verge of crying. "Honey, what's wrong? I meant what I said, I'll love you forever no mater what."

"How can you say that?" She blurted, "I acted like a complete slut. I enjoyed it. I CAME, hard and more times than I could count. I can't imagine what you thought, but I don't know if I can bear it."

"Are you kidding? I told you to let go and enjoy it. I knew it was better than getting brutally raped. And to be honest, it turned me on and disgusted me at the same time. It was very confusing, but what I'm not confused about is how I feel about you. I know now that you did what you did because you trusted me when I let you know it was the only way out. That's real dedication, that's real love, and I love you now more than ever."

At which point she threw her arms around my neck and clung to me the rest of the way home, murmuring how much she loved me and how we could overcome anything together. When we got there Sherry went straight up to bed and I looked after the children who were just getting up. I was just glad that night was behind us. Hopefully no permanent damage had been done.



MILF Chronicles Ch. 02



Part 2: Sherry and Peter Join the Club

I told the children that mommy was not feeling well and to let her sleep. Throughout the morning I kept thinking about how I could have avoided the events of the previous night. Just when I think that I should have tried to beat Alex into submission I remembered hearing that he was into some kind of martial arts and went to the gym several time a week to train and spar. Besides, I was never alone with him, we were always with the other three guys and I'm sure that they could have easily subdued me. No matter how I turned it over in my head, I just couldn't see any way out other than what actually happened. At least it was behind us.

When the I put the children down for a nap after lunch I checked on my wife to see how she was doing. She was already up and getting dressed when I walked into our bedroom.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Sore, but OK." She replied and picked up the envelope that Alex had left for us by the door. She reached in and pulled out the DVD and said "I'm almost afraid to see what's on here. I don't know what Alex is up to, but I suppose we better find out."

"No time like the present." I said as I took it from her and popped it into the DVD player in the bedroom. I pressed the 'Play' button and after a second or two Alex's smiling face appeared on the TV. "Hello friends! Watch the next 10 minutes or so of video, but watch it all because I'll have another message for you at the end that's vital for you to hear. Remember, watch it all, your future depends on it." That last sentence was delivered with a more serious tone. Sherry and I looked at each other with that 'Oh shit' expression that's unmistakable on anyone's face.

The screen went blank and then was replaced with a video of five men sitting around a table, one of them had a women in his lap and the two were kissing passionately. The man's hands were all over the woman and she did not appear to be doing much about it. In fact, she appeared to be enjoying it. 'Fuck!' I thought, 'that's last night!' Sherry looked at me startled and said "What?" I guess I said that out loud.

"This is video from last night, look." I pointed at the screen which had changed to a closeup of the kissing couple, and it was clearly Sherry and Marc.

"Oh, no" was all she could manage.

The scene shifted to me proposing to bet my wife on the outcome of the game and agreeing to betting her clothes. The next few scenes were of Sherry losing her clothing and getting pawed at by the guys in between. The scene suddenly changed to me and Alex tying her down, already blindfolded, and me fondling her until she was trembling with sexual tension. This was followed by several more scenes showing the guys fondling, sucking, and licking her while she was tied down and blindfolded, culminating in Marc mounting and fucking her.

The last half of the video was a montage of quick 15 and 30 second clips from the rest of the night. In all of them she looked like a willing participant and several showed her climaxing. When the last scene faded to black we were both too stunned to say anything. Then Alex's face appeared again, this time with a smirk, not a smile.

"I should have your attention by now. I hope you enjoyed the video, but keep in mind that this was just a teaser, I have many more hours from multiple angles. This is one of the best amateur adult videos I've ever seen and would make a lot of money on the Internet."

Sherry looked at me in horror.

"If you don't want this to happen," the on-screen Alex continued, "you need to listen the me very carefully. First off, you can't buy me off. I can make far more by selling this video than you could ever raise, even if you sold everything you have. However, if you join my MILF club, and agree to follow the rules, I would be inclined to not release it. I'll just hold on to it for safe keeping. Now, before you agree to join, there are a number of rules you must learn, but I'll just give you the most important one right now. Rule number one, the one that can override the rest: you must always follow all my instructions to the letter on club matters, no matter what, and no questions asked. Any refusals and/or violations of the rules will result in punishment, which I'll get into a little more later. Now I'm going to put my phone number up on the screen and I want you to pause the DVD and call it now."

A phone number appeared in large numbers and I called it.

"Ah, right on time, Peter. I'm sure you have questions, so go ahead." Alex answered the phone.

"What the hell is this?" I barked back.

"I thought I made that clear in the DVD: you both join my club, 'willingly', or I release the video you so kindly helped me make. I have all the release forms you signed, by the way." He stated calmly.

"What the hell? I didn't sign any 'release forms'!" I protested.

"Sure you did," he replied, "and don't try to claim they are forgeries, they will pass any inspection. And don't take that tone with me again unless you want your video released on the Internet and complimentary copies sent to your families and all your friends. Yes, I know who they are all, thanks to the downloaded data from your PDA." he shot back.

"OK, OK" I sputtered, "I'm just having problems processing all this."

"I'll forgive you...this time. Now I'm on my way over, but while I'm in transit I want you to watch the rest of the DVD. Then have it with you when I get there, and have Sherry answer the door in a bathrobe and nothing else." he said and hung up.

"He's on his way over. He said we have to watch the rest of the video." I told Sherry. "I think we better do what he said, or our lives will be ruined. He has the names and addresses of all our friends and family and he'll send that video to them as well as release it to the Internet if we don't." She opened her mouth, then closed it and turned to the TV. I pressed the 'Play' button on the DVD remote.

The phone number remained on the screen for a few more seconds and then was replaced by Alex's face again. "Now, just so that you understand what can happen if you don't follow the rules, here is an example. The husband of this couple told someone about one of our events. We taped their punishment; pay attention or something like this could happen to you. Play it to the end."

The picture of Alex faded to be replaced by a scene of two people sitting on a small sofa. The man looked familiar, but I don't think I had ever seen the woman before. They looked to be about the same age as and Sherry I, and they looked scared. "I know it was you Dick, that blabbed about last month's event. We warned you about that. This is a serious infraction of the rules." Alex said off camera. It looked like the the man, Dick, was going to say something, but then changed his mind and looked down.

"We can't let that just pass, so we are giving you a choice of punishments. One: we publish your videos on the Internet and send them to your friends and family." This evoked an even more frightened look from the woman. "Two: we take you door-to-door and you offer your wife to every one of your neighbors to use as a sex slave for an hour, or three: we take you to a private men's club that we know and sell your wife to all the men there until they tire of her."

The man and the woman looked shocked, which after what I guessed they had already been through, was saying something. But as horrible as each of those choices were, there was only one clear choice. "Well, which will it be?" Alex asked.

"Three." Dick said with a quiet voice.

"What? I can't hear you." Alex taunted.

"Three." He responded with a loud breaking voice.

"OK then, let's get you ready." A dress was thrown on the floor in front of the woman. "Put this on." Alex ordered. The woman stood up and looked briefly around, questioningly. "Right here, right now. We've already seen everything you have." Alex responded. The woman then stripped out of her clothes and put on the summer dress -- sans bra and panties. All she had on now was the dress and her sandals.

"Here, drink this, it'll help you relax." Alex said as he handed her what looked like a glass of wine. She gulped it down.

The scene changed to the interior of a car; the couple was in the back and the cameraman was in the front passenger seat. It sounded like Alex was driving and the car was already in motion. "It will take about 20 minutes to get there. In the meantime Dick, I want you to bring Barb to the point of climax, but don't let her go over the edge and don't fuck her. Just use your fingers and mouth." Alex said over his shoulder.

Dick started kissing her and feeling her tits through the dress. Alex must have been watching through the rear view mirror. "That's not going to cut it, Dick. Push that dress down and start sucking on those tities." Dick did as he was told and pulled the top of her dress down exposing her breasts. The he leaned over her and started sucking on them. "That's better. Now pull up the bottom and start fingering that twat." Alex instructed, and Dick complied.

After a few minutes of this Barb's breathing started getting heavy just as the car stopped, probably at a light. "Hey get a shot of the kids in the car next to us." Alex said and the camera panned over and zoomed in a bit to show the car next to theirs waiting for the light. In it there were at least four teenagers talking excitedly and pointing at Dick and Barb in the back seat. Alex and the cameraman laughed, "Hey, it looks like they like your show...no don't stop or cover up. You need to get used to being watched."

"But they are just boys." Barb complained.

"They're young men and they need to learn somehow." Alex smirked. The light ended and they started moving again just as Barb started making sounds like she was going to cum.

"Stop, stop." Alex shouted. "Let her cool down for few minutes now."

The rest of the trip was compressed into a few clips, but as far as I could tell this went on for the entire time, Dick getting her close to climax by fingering her or licking her pussy, then stopping her just before the point of no return. When they arrived at the club they parked in the street and walked to the a side door where there were several doormen who seemed to be expecting them because the small group was admitted immediately.

Now the scene changed to the inside of the club. It was dark and smoky, but the video was surprisingly clear. Dick and Barb were on small stage with another man who was talking into a microphone. "Men, we have a special treat for you tonight, but I'll let Dick here explain." He handed the microphone to the beleaguered husband. "Ah, my wife here," he started a little roughly and then cleared his throat. "My wife here is a cheating slut, and for that she needs to be punished."

He didn't sound too convincing and was obviously reading from a note in his hand, undoubtedly written by Alex, but I don't think the men in the audience cared. "And I may as well make some money at the same time, so I'm going to sell her holes to you at a bargain rate, especially for such a nice blond housewife like this." He said as he pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it aside. She was now standing there buck naked, except for he sandals, in front of 20 or 25 horny men.

"Here's the deal," he continued, "Her mouth is $5, her pussy $10, and her hot ass is $20. Don't injure or mark her permanently, but use her well and as many times as you like, as long as you have the green. She is clean, but I have a box of condoms here in case you want one. They are optional though and personally I'd like to see her go bareback only. If you like your whores messy, that's OK, but I'll clean her up as requested. Now form up a line and let's get this party started." As he finished, a padded platform about waist height was pushed out onto the stage right behind Barb.

What commenced next was an orgy like neither of us had ever dreamed really happened in real life. She was treated as a cum dump for what was probably the next few hours, although it was edited down to about 5 minutes of video. The raw sex as arousing in a way, but it was also frightening and degrading, which was probably the whole point. Man after man paid his money and then fucked her mouth, pussy, or ass. The audio was just as disturbing and filled with slapping, sucking, moaning, and grunting.

Most of the time there were multiple men using her at once, with others standing around waiting their turn and calling her a 'whore', 'slut', 'MILF', and every other degrading name you've ever heard and more. Her husband was not given a towel to clean her up with so when they requested a cleaning he had to use his tongue. He may have consumed more of their sperm than she did. Amazingly it looked like she orgasmed a number of times during the ordeal.

Finally it was over and Dick helped his disheveled wife up off the platform and onto her wobbly feet. He looked around and asked for her dress, but that seemed to have disappeared. Even her sandals were gone. Then he asked for a place to wash her up, and they told him there was a hose out back. I could tell he didn't want to do that, but Alex and one of the bouncers led the pair out a back door.

The scene shifted to a small alley. It was still daytime and Barb stood there naked as the day she was born, her blond hair a stringy mess and sperm all over her body, some some dried and crusted and some still dripping. In the background a few bums were laying on the ground, watching the scene play out in front of them. Maybe this was a regular sight in this particular alley. A few feet away her husband was holding the end of a hose that had water streaming out of it.

"Go on. Hose the bitch down." Alex ordered. "I can't let her back in the car all covered in cum."

Dick obeyed and sprayed his wife with the cold water. She stood her ground, probably too tired to move. After she was soaked, he walked over and scrubbed off the sperm and rinsed out her hair as best he could with just his hands. When he was finished he asked for a towel. "Does it look like I have one in my pocket?" Alex replied. "Just use your shirt." So he took off his shirt and dried her off as best he could. "OK, lets go." said Alex.

"Like this?" Barb spoke for the first time since entering the alley.

"What you are still shy after that?" Alex chortled, "Well the dress is gone, someone probably took it for a souvenir, but don't worry, the walk back to the car is short."

"Can I give her my shirt?" Dick asked.

"Give me that!" Alex demanded and grabbed the wet shirt from the startled husband. "Hell, no, this thing is soaked." he replied as he threw the garment over his shoulder and started striding down the alley towards the street. "Come on you two, unless you want to try to hail a taxi, but I wouldn't advise that in this neighborhood, especially the way you are dressed, or rather not dressed, my dear."

The couple hurried to catch up. When they got to the street they turned and walked a half-block to the car. Several horns were heard, probably in response to Barb's nudity. They got in the car and the scene switched to the interior again. Dick and Barb were in the back seat again and Alex started talking. "Well now we made a little money today. But after paying the club it's cut, and deducting for the dress, condoms, and travel expenses, your take is a whopping twenty dollars. Congratulations Dick, your wife is now a real twenty dollar whore." Alex said as he handed the humiliated couple a twenty. The screen faded to black.

We were so shocked we just stood there looking at the blank TV screen for several seconds. There was no way I could allow Sherry to go through something like that. No way. Then I heard a car pull up into the driveway. "Oh shit, that's Alex. Hurry, get out of those clothes and into your bathrobe." I said quickly.

"Why?" she asked.

"That was part of his instructions on the phone -- hurry, you have to answer the door." Fortunately she had only put on sweats and was out of them quickly and running down the stairs with her robe streaming behind her and me following. The doorbell rang just as she got to the bottom of the stairs. She raced across the living room and stopped in front of the door. She paused just long enough to close her robe and tie it shut before she opened the door. I stood a few steps back.

Alex greeted her by stepping into the doorway, pulling her to him and kissing her passionately. As he held her tight with one hand, he untied her robe with the other and reached in to fondle her boobs. She had to be embarrassed to be doing this in the open doorway, especially with someone who was not her husband, but she knew enough that she had to play this Alex's way or there would be trouble. It seemed like an eternity, but he probably only held her like this for ten or fifteen seconds before releasing her.

My wife stepped back, her robe parted a good four inches in front and hanging loosely from her shoulders. Alex stepped inside and I closed the door behind him. "No, don't tie it." he said, responding to Sherry's attempt to close and retie her robe. I was glad the children were still napping.

"Welcome to the MILF Club, you are currently the sixth active couple. Yes, sometimes couples retire from the club -- with my approval."

Clever. He knew that someone with no hope of ever getting free had nothing to lose and was capable of nearly anything.

"Now where's the DVD? I don't see it in your hand." he said.

"Oh shit, I forgot it upstairs." I said and ran up to get it out of the player in our bedroom. When I came back down, he had my wife bent over the arm of the couch, her robe flipped up over her back.

Alex raised his hand in the air. "Not following my instructions completely" SLAP! He brought his hand down hard on my wife's bare ass. "Is a rules violation." SLAP! "And will result in punishment." SLAP!

I hung my head because I knew my wife was paying the price for my screw-up: I was supposed to have the DVD ready for him when he arrived. He put his hand back on her ass and gently caressed it. "That was a level 1 punishment and what you saw on the DVD was a level 10. Punishment levels depend on the specific violation. The more serious the violation, the higher the level. Repeated less-serious violations can cause the punishment level to be increased above what it would normally be." Alex explained. Then he handed me a piece of paper, grabbed the DVD and headed out the door saying "I'll be in touch."

The heading on the paper he handed me said 'Welcome to the MILF Club'. 



MILF Chronicles Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Sherry Reveals Her Secret

We both stared at the sheet of paper that Alex had left us. What chutzpa this guy has, pretending that we joined his damn 'club' of our own volition. "Well, I suppose we better read this." I said to my wife and we sat down on the sofa. Here's what it said:

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Welcome to the MILF Club

Mission

The club was formed to help sexy MILFs meet and socialize with their admirers. To this end the club's primary focus is finding friendly MILF admirers, recruiting like-minded sexy MILFs (and their husbands), and organizing social events where the two groups can enjoy their common interests.

Organization

The club is organized like many others, but because of it's distinctive mission, it has some differences. Here is how the members are categorized:

* President -- That's me, Alex. I started the club and I have veto power over all the other members. I also provide most of the funding, so get used to it!

* Advisory Board -- This is a group of three members that serve on a rotating basis. The board advises the President on many matters including, but not limited to, recruiting new members and MILFs, planning and organizing club events, suggesting rule changes, etc. Even though the President is not obligated to accept their advice, he still appreciates it and often does implement their ideas.

* Members -- These are the previously mentioned MILF admirers.

* MILFs -- They are the reason for the clubs existence! To qualify MILFs must be sexy, married, have at least one child (the "M" in MILF means "Mother" after all), and be friendly & playful.

* Husbands -- These are, of course, the husbands of the MILFs. They are really just honorary members, but are invited to most club events, nonetheless. Generally they help the events go more smoothly and support their MILF as necessary. They can be promoted to full members by the President if he feels they are deserving.

Rules

The first rule was already give to you personally before you joined the club, so we won't repeat it here:

2.Always smile when you are participating in club activities; it makes everything more enjoyable.

3.All "MILFs" must remove all their body hair as it is unsightly. A little well-trimmed landing strip is allowed. Sometimes events are announced with little lead-time, so keep it that way -- shave often as stubble is not attractive or comfortable.

4.Don't be late for an event and always dress as requested. For major scheduled events you will be given at least a week lead-time. These events are always at my house and you both are required to attend unless I write 'Solo' on the card in which case only the MILF will attend. You may also be required to attend ad-hoc events and you will get short notice of these. Sometimes both the MILF and husband will be required, but usually these are Solo events. Make sure you make arrangements with someone who can take care of your children with little notice, if you haven't already. No excuses will be accepted for missing events and punishment will result. 

5.The club is private and you can't tell anyone about it or our events. Some people won't understand or approve of our fun, so let's not upset them and potentially expose ourselves to outside scrutiny.

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At the bottom was a small list of phone numbers, the first one being Alex's. "OK, I don't understand a few things." Sherry said after we finished reading it.

"Like what?" I asked.

"What's a 'MILF'? I know that the 'M' is for 'Mother', but what's the rest?" she replied.

"It stands for 'Mother I'd Like to Fuck'. You've really never heard that before?" I answered.

"No, I haven't. What's the deal with wanting to fuck mothers?" she asked.

"For some men, well maybe most men, it's erotic to think of doing the nasty with an innocent looking suburban soccer-mom type. The idea of stealing another mans property, if only for a short while, can be a powerful turn-on." I explained.

"Is it for you?"

"Sometimes." I said in a neutral tone.

"I've heard that some men are turned-on by watching another man have sex with their wife, are you?" she pressed.

"Not under these circumstances." I said, trying to avoid her question.

"That's not a no." she observed.

"The idea could be erotic, but reality is probably something else." She let it go at that.

Returning to the MILF Club rules she asked "What's this about a landing strip?" I didn't think my wife was this naive. I decided that we needed to talk more about sex and erotica.

"That's a small strip of hair left just above your vulva after the rest is shaved." I answered.

"They want me to shave my pubes completely bare?" she asked, incredulous.

"Yes."

"I'll look like a little girl -- with breasts. Do men really find that sexy?" she asked.

Again, all I could say was "Yes."

She looked disgusted. "Honestly, sometimes I think all you men are perverts!"

What could I say? It was true. "Well, you might find the smooth feel a bit erotic yourself."

Her only response was "Hmmff!"

At that point we could hear our oldest child stirring. "You better get dressed" I told Sherry, "and here, take this with you. We should probably keep this in the bedroom." She stood up slowly, obviously still sore.

"You want to keep it? What for?" she asked.

"It might come in handy later. Please just stash it somewhere safe." I replied.

"OK, OK, I'll put it in the bottom of the fire chest." she responded.

"Good idea."

The rest of the day we were busy with family duties and didn't talk about it at all. That night we were both very tired and just collapsed after the children were put to bed and slept all night.

The next day was Sunday and when the children went for their naps we decided to shave Sherry's pubic area. I had never done this before, so it took quite a long time. I was worried about razor burn down in her sensitive nether regions, so that morning when I was out running some errands I picked up some special shaving lotion and small razors which are designed for 'bikini' shaves. With that, scissors, and her regular razor (used to shave her legs) I managed to remove all her pubic hair. I was admiring how smooth and sexy it was as I rubbed in the after shave lotion, designed, the bottle said, to prevent rashes and 'bumps'.

"So what do you think?" I asked when I was done.

"Well, that lotion you just put on feels a little tingly." Then she stood up and looked at herself, nude, in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. "And it looks strange, but I guess I can get used to it." she said as she reached down and ran her fingers across the areas that used to have hair. "And it definitely feels weird...but not bad. What do you think?"

"I think it looks sexy as hell. Better than I thought it would, and it feels even better." I answered as I walked over to her and started stroking her bald pussy again.

"Yes, I can see what you think." she chuckled as she fingered my hard cock through my pants. "Want to go try it out?" she asked mischievously. Hell, I didn't have to be asked twice. I gave her my answer by dragging her across the hall to our bedroom and pushing her down on the bed.

Then I buried my face into her smooth snatch. The lotion made it taste a little funny at first, but it didn't take her long to flood my face with her juices, which I lapped up like a maniac. Just as she was about to cum I ripped off my pants, climbed up on the bed and sunk my cock into her hot tunnel in one stroke. The feeling of her smooth pussy every time I slammed into her was incredible. I started to feel myself starting to lose control, so I slowed way down and pushed up so that I could look into Sherry's eyes as I slowly pulled completely out of her and then pushed slowly back in.

"So how does that feel?" I asked.

"Ohhhh, really nice. When your pubic hair touches my bare skin it sets my pussy on fire." she said huskily. When she says words like 'pussy' and 'cock' I know she's hot.

"How about this, then?" I asked as I pushed all the way in and then moved my hips in small circles, rubbing my pubic hair into her hairless twat.

"Aaaahhhhhh" she moaned, "Oh god that feels so good. Oh god, I'm cumming." she squealed. As she started shaking and convulsing I knew I wouldn't last long so I jack-hammered into her a few times, making her grunt and setting off a second orgasm right on the heels of the first. Then I slammed into her one last time, as deep as I could, and shot my sperm powerfully into her impossibly hot and juicy pussy. It felt like I was emptying my entire body into her. I came so hard it almost hurt, and then I collapsed.

After that we agreed that we liked her pussy shaved, and I told her I would help keep it smooth and stubble free. If it got to be too much work we would look into getting it waxed, but she was not crazy about that idea for a number of reasons, not the least of which was modesty.

"Maybe we should call the police." Sherry suggested while we were cuddling afterwards.

"And tell them what? Even if they were able to get the video, it all looks consensual in the edited version and I doubt he kept the raw video with the incriminating footage. And at the moment he hasn't done anything else that's a crime that we can prove." I said. "Let's just wait and see what he does next and then decide what to do."

Sherry wasn't very happy with that course of action, but we really didn't have any options at this time. 

The rest of the day went normally and we made love again that night, but more tenderly, before going to sleep. I got the feeling that we would both be getting a lot more sex from now on.

Monday and Tuesday were normal days, going to work and taking care of the children. We easily fell into our accustomed rhythm and Alex and his club became a bad memory, until Wednesday morning. I was at my desk working when a call came in about 10:30. The caller-id showed it was my wife from her office. "Hello hon, what's up?" I answered.

"Alex just called me." she said. I couldn't breath. "He wants me to meet him at 11:30 at a club downtown -- a strip club." she almost whispered that last part.

"Oh shit. Did he tell you what was going on? Is it just him or what?" I asked.

"No, he didn't say and from his tone I could tell he didn't want any questions from me. What should I do? I'm afraid." she said in hushed tones.

"Now don't panic, I'm sure he won't do too much in public, but you have to go or you know what will happen." I advised.

"I know, but why a place like that?"

I'm sure Sherry meant that as a rhetorical question but I hazarded an answer. "Probably just trying to rattle you. Keep your cool and do what you have to while keeping as discrete as possible. Give me a call when you get back to work." She said she would do her best and then told me she had to go.

It was difficult to work while waiting for my wife to call me back. Finally about 1:30 she called. "Are you OK, what happened?" I blurted out when I picked up the phone.

"I'm fine, but I can't tell you about it now." she answered.

"But" was I all got out before she interrupted me.

"Tonight, I'll tell you about it tonight after the children go to bed."

Once my wife made up her mind it was useless to try to change it, so I said "OK, tonight." We said our good-byes and hung up. It was difficult to get back to work, I really wanted to know what happened at the titty bar, but I forced myself to concentrate and push back my concerns about my wife -- she told me she was OK, and I had to believe that.

At home we tried to act normally, but there was a kind of tension, or perhaps apprehension in the air between Sherry and I. Finally it was bed time for the children and after we tucked them in and waited to make sure they were sleeping, we went down to the living room, shut the TV off, and sat down on the sofa. This is what my wife told me.

Sherry's account:

I arrived a few minutes early; I remembered that Alex did not like it when people were not on time. The place looked a little seedy and I had to stop in front of the door for a moment to collect myself. When I did walk through the door it was, of course, kind of dark inside, but I guess I expected that. I stood there in the entrance for a half minute or so while my eyes adjusted to the dark.

It was smaller than I thought it would be. There was a large bar area, a big stage and a couple of smaller, um, not exactly stages, but more like a platforms off to the sides. There was seating at the bar, of course, tables scattered around, and a few booths off to the sides. There was a girl dancing on the main stage dressed only in a small thong. She had large breasts that looked like balloons glued to her chest. I never understood why men liked that look.

Anyway, there weren't many men in the place, mostly blue collar, but there were a few business men as well. Then I spotted Alex, sitting in a booth off to the right side of the room near a small platform. I walked over to him, becoming aware of how over dressed I was for a place like that in my professional office suit. I was planning on sitting across from him, but he patted the seat next to him, so I slid in on his side of the booth.

He told me he was glad that I was on time but he didn't like my suit because it hid my "sexy" body. I told him that since I worked in the finance department in my company I had to dress professionally if I was to be taken seriously. Then the waitress came over and took our drink orders. Since I had to go back to work afterwards I asked for a coke.

"By now you have probably both thought about calling the police, and maybe you have event talked about it, but you are smart enough to know that you have no evidence of any illegal actions on my part. The only evidence at the moment is a video of you, apparently willingly fucking me and three of my friends silly while your husband not only watches, but aids and abets us. Are we on the same page?" Alex asked.

"Yes." I answered.

"What you don't know is that if I am arrested, die suddenly or am injured severely under even remotely suspicious circumstances a copy of your video will automatically be mailed to your workplaces, friends, and family. It will also be uploaded to a dozen Internet servers, some in countries where U.S. law enforcement has little sway. So don't get any ideas unless you want your lives and the lives of all the other MILFs in the club ruined." He threatened.

"Now on a more pleasant note, maybe you can tell me about this." Alex said as he pulled a picture out of his jacket pocket and placed it on the table. It took me a second but I did I realized it was of me! Back in my first year of college when I was rooming with Irene. I was in a little red and white baby-doll nighty. It was one of Irene's and I had always thought it was so cute. One weekend she decided to have a few people over for a costume party and I didn't have anything to wear, so she dared me to wear the baby-doll. I thought about it and since I knew all the people coming over I agreed. You're only young once, right? Just before the guests arrived she took that picture.

I asked Alex where he got the picture from. He told me that he dated Irene a few years after that and found it in a box with a bunch of others from that night. Ever since then he had wanted to meet me and when he saw my picture on your desk, he recognized me. Then he told me to unzip him and take out his cock. I didn't want to, but I didn't feel like I could refuse him, so I did. He then told me to play with it while I told him about that night, and not to lie since he had the pictures.

I told him that the party started out pretty tame. He wanted to know what the guests thought of my outfit, and I told him I got quite a few 'positive' comments. He wanted a few examples of what they said and I told him 'hot' and 'sexy' were the predominate words used. I was a little nervous at first since there were a couple of people there that I did not know, apparently brought along by one of the invited guests which made the ratio of boys to girls something like 2:1.

Anyway the alcohol was flowing and everybody was having fun and soon I forgot about my near nakedness and relaxed. Somehow I got convinced to join a game of truth or dare. It started out pretty lame, but after a few rounds it started getting more personal, of course. Eventually I was dared to go over to the window and lift my top up for five seconds. Now you have to understand that I did not have anything on under that top, but I would have my back to the crowd and it was dark outside, so I agreed.

When I lifted my top up it felt wicked and exhilarating, even though I knew nobody could see me. Everybody was counting down and just before they reached five there was a flash. Irene had taken a picture of me holding up my top like that! I only found out later that when she did that the window turned into a mirror and for a split-second everybody could see my breasts. Alex told me to call them 'tits' from now on and placed that very picture on the table. I had never seen this picture, Irene had told me they did not turn out except for that first one!

There I was with my back to the room facing the window, with my top pulled up, and in the window you could clearly see me from the front. I didn't realize I was grinning at the time.

That's when the waitress brought our drinks and asked if we wanted something from the grill. I was kind of embarrassed, Alex had left the pictures on the table and hadn't covered them up or anything. I kept wondering if she suspected where my hand was. Alex ordered a burger and I mumbled that I wasn't hungry. She left without any indication that she suspected anything was going on.

Alex told me to continue with my story, so I told him that the tone of the game had turned completely sexual at that point. I had a reputation for having talented feet, so I was dared to remove a guy's pants with just my feet. Alex wanted to know if I managed to do it, and I said yes, but it was difficult getting the zipper down. At that point there was a vote that once a piece of clothing was removed, it had to stay that way for the rest of the game. Almost everybody voted yes. Alex wanted to know how I voted. I didn't know how much he knew about that night, but I didn't want to risk punishment, especially not where I was, so told him the truth -- I voted 'yes'.

So anyway that guy had to leave his pants off, but I don't think he minded. Soon everybody was half naked and there was plenty of kissing and groping going on. Then I got dared to bring off one of the guys I didn't know with just my feet. And since I was supposedly so talented with them I would only get one minute. Then someone else wanted to know what would happened if I couldn't, and someone else suggested that I should have to take a shower with him. One of my new friends from school, Cheryl, offered to help me out, but there were objections.

Ultimately she agreed to join the shower should we lose. So he dropped his shorts and I started on one side while Cheryl started on the other. His dick was kind of thin, but at least seven inches long, so there was plenty to work with. I thought we were doing a pretty good job, but a minute passed and we just couldn't get enough stimulation with our feet, I guess.

Then Alex dropped another picture on the table. It was a little dark because I don't think the flash went off, but you could clearly see this guy with his head back, obviously enjoying himself, with me on one side and Cheryl on the other. You could tell we had our feet up in his lap even though the table blocked his crotch area.

At about that point the waitress brought his burger to the table. Just like before, Alex left all the pictures laying there and did not do anything to cover them up. She must have seen them, but she said nothing. If she suspected that I was jacking him off under the table I couldn't tell, but I was still very embarrassed.




MILF Chronicles Ch. 03



Alex must have noticed my blush because he said that either I was turned-on or embarrassed, but either way it was good. To tell you the truth it was a little of both. Then he told me to continue with the story.

So I said that me and Cheryl and the guy, who turned out to be named Jake, went into the bathroom. It was small and Irene didn't want a crowd in there so she kept everybody else out and said that she would make sure we actually took the shower -- yes naked. So we stripped down and got into the shower.

At first I soaped Jake up from the front and Cheryl took his back. Yes, we made sure we got all the naughty parts very clean. Jake took advantage and groped me as much as he could. Then we switched and he groped Cheryl for a while.

Alex dropped two more pictures on the table, one with me in front soaping Jake's long dick while he was squeezing one of my nipples, and one where Cheryl was stroking his cock and he had his index finger in her pussy. But then Alex said "That was not the end of the shower, was it?" and I said "No."

There's a reason I've never told you what happened next. I'm kind of ashamed of it, but since I told Alex, I had better tell you too.

So Jake said, "Hey, you guys didn't get washed." And pulled me around so that I was facing Cheryl and he was behind me. "Go ahead and wash each other." He said. I was stunned. I had never thought about a girl that way, but Cheryl just smiled and started soaping me. While she was doing that, Jake started fingering me from behind and reaching up to stroke my clit.

Between Jake's finger in my snatch and Cheryl's soft caressing of my tits I was getting very hot. Then Jake put his hand on my back and pushed me down so that I was bent over at my waist with my face inches from Cheryl's tits. He lifted up my foot and put it on the top edge of the tub and started screwing me with his long thin cock.

Cheryl pulled my face into her tits, rubbing her nipples across my lips. I was so hot I thought, "What the hell!" And opened my mouth. One of her nipples slid right in and I started sucking on it. It just seemed so natural at that point. She started moaning loudly.

Alex dropped another picture on the table and sure enough there I was in the shower, bent over holding on to Cheryl's waist, sucking on one of her tits and getting fucked by Jake from behind. Alex wanted to know what it was like sucking on Cheryl's tits. I told him they were small, maybe B-cup size, so I could get most of them in my mouth. It was a strange feeling, hard to explain. It was the first time I'd felt another girl's tits and at the time it was kind of erotic, but since then it has bothered me because I'm generally not turned on by girls.

Alex asked if that was the only time I'd had sex with another girl and I told him truthfully that it was. He said he was a little surprised because in his experience most women were bisexual. I told him I didn't think I was, but he just made a dismissive little noise like he didn't believe me and told me to continue telling my story.

Well, Jake came pretty quickly after that and we got out of the shower. When we looked for our clothes they were gone, so we came out in only towels. There was still no sight of our clothes, so we just stayed in our towels. One couple had left while we were in the shower, too wild for them I guess. I didn't care, I was having a good time.

I didn't tell Alex this, but in the shower, when I sucked on Cheryl's tits and let a stranger fuck me, I just let go and pretended that I was a different girl. A more daring, horny, slutty girl. I became Sherry-slut. I don't know where she came from, maybe all the cheap romance novels I had read, I don't know. I just put her on like a cheap dress and wore her the rest of the night. I danced with the remaining men and flirted outrageously with them. After a while I got tired of holding up the towel, so I just let it drop. I was real popular with the boys then, I can tell you. They all wanted to dance with me and see how much groping they could get away with.

Alex asked how much I allowed and I told him that I pretty much let them do anything to me except for outright penetration. At that point I was really enjoying being felt up almost continuously and it kept me at a heightened level of arousal.

After an hour or so another couple left and then it was just me, Irene, Bob, a friend of Bob's that I didn't know, another guy I didn't know, Jake, and Cheryl. I was dancing with the Jake and the other guy, but Cheryl wanted some attention, so she said "What's wrong with me?"

Jake told her she was overdressed. So she dropped her towel and asked if that was better. Jake said "definitely" and started dancing with her. It didn't take long for her to get rid of his towel too and soon they were making out pretty hot and heavy swaying to the music.

Then Cheryl pushed him down onto the sofa and climbed onto his lap impaling herself on his long skinny cock. The guy I was dancing with was entranced watching them. So I sat down on the sofa next to them, spread my legs and announced that I needed someone to lick my pussy. It took him no time at all to get his face between my thighs.

I could tell he had not gone down on a girl before, but he was a quick learner and I was pretty worked up. Soon he had me cumming for the first time of the night and I decided to thank him properly, so I stood him up, pulled down his pants and stuffed his cock into my mouth.

That's when Alex put down what turned out to be the last picture of the night. It showed Cheryl riding Jake and me next to her blowing this other guy. I just continued telling the story, his pictures weren't going to shock me anymore.

The guy only lasted for a few seconds before he blew his load into my mouth. I had never let a guy do that before, but tonight was different, I was Sherry-slut, so I swallowed it. His legs buckled and he sat down on the floor.

I took a bathroom break then and when I went past Irene's room I saw her getting banged doggy-style by her boyfriend Bob while she sucked off his friend. I guess everyone was having a good time. By the time I got back into the living room Cheryl had switched to a reverse cow-girl position and was sucking on the other guy's cock. I told her that one was mine and pulled him away.

Seeing that his cock was hard again I pulled him down to the floor and rolled him on top of me. It didn't take him long to figure out what to do and soon he was pounding me like a possessed man. I guess he didn't get much action because he seemed to be trying to make up for lost time.

What he lacked in technique he made up for in stamina and I had several more nice orgasms before he shot his load into me. After that everybody was pretty exhausted and they guys left before things got awkward. The next day Sherry-slut was gone, and I tried to put her behind me.

I could tell Alex really liked my description of events of that night, and I hoped that's all he wanted. But no, he wanted more. He told me that I had gotten him all hot and a hand-job was not going to cut it. He told me to get under the table and I quote, "Suck me off." I was scared; what if someone saw?

I just hoped that the other customers were busy watching the girl on the stage as I grabbed my napkin and ducked under the table. I put the napkin down on the dirty floor to protect my suit and got on my knees. Can you image what it would look like if I had dirty knee-marks on the front of my skirt when I returned to work?

Anyway, I decided to get him off as quickly as possible, so I went right to work and worked the underside of his cock with my tongue while I worked up and down with my mouth and left hand. With my right hand I played with his balls. Then I felt his hand push down on my head and hold it down. I didn't know why he had me stop, but then I heard the waitress talking, asking if we wanted anything else. I was mortified! Did she know I was under the table? Did she know what I was doing? I tried to stay very still and quiet, but that's hard to do with a twitching cock in your mouth and halfway down your throat. He said we were finished and asked for the bill. She left and he let up on my head. I immediately tried to pull off and get up, but he just pushed my head back down and told me to finish -- quickly.

So I increased my tempo, just basically fucking him with my face and he shot his load pretty quickly. I'm guessing that he really got off on my humiliation, especially when the waitress was there. Anyway, I swallowed his sperm, almost choking on it, and climbed back up on the seat. I managed to wipe my face and compose myself before the waitress came back with the bill. She looked at me a little oddly out of the corner of her eye and I blushed deeply. She knew something had been going on and it really embarrassed me, although considering where we were, it probably shouldn't have. Alex paid with cash, picked up the pictures and told me to be at his place Saturday afternoon at 1:00pm for some "MILF training."

End of Sherry's account.

My mind was reeling. Sherry's story about that night back in her college days was a big turn on. What Alex had my wife do afterwards was degrading and disgusting, and yes, even somewhat erotic. I didn't know what to think or how to feel. My cock was rock hard though.

"Do you remember when I said that I had put Sherry-slut behind me." Sherry asked. I nodded. "Well, she came out again last Friday night at the party. That's one of the reasons I was so upset later. I had hoped she was gone and if not I didn't want you to know."

It really bothered her that she had this aspect to her personality, but it kind of excited me, as long as it didn't become dominant. "Look," I told her, "everybody has parts of themselves that they hide away from everyone else and only let out on special occasions. This is normal and healthy as long as it doesn't get out of control. It's nothing to be ashamed of, and in fact I'm proud of you for being able to talk about it."

She seemed to consider that for a moment. "Maybe, but it's still embarrassing, I mean normal women are not supposed to act like that."

"Normally that's true, but the times you are talking about are hardly normal. Under those circumstances it's not surprising that your behavior might be a bit extreme. It's as much a coping mechanism as anything else, and if it's pleasurable and nobody is hurt, then maybe it's not something you should beat yourself up about. Besides, it may be the key to getting through this -- situation with Alex without going crazy." I reasoned.

"You could be right about that." she agreed. "Just what are we going to do about Alex and his MILF club?" she asked.

"Well, right now we have to go along until we can see a way out. At the moment I'm trying to figure out his game so that we come up with a strategy that will get him to release us as soon as possible." I replied.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it seems that he is turned on by your humiliation and by my inability to do anything about it, so to a certain extent it's a power thing, but I think there's more to it. So the question is, will he get bored quicker if you appear to go along and enjoy everything he makes you do, or will that just embolden him to push you further? It all depends on how much of the excitement is from the humiliation and how much is from the sex acts themselves. I have not figured that out yet, so for the time being I think we just need to play it down the middle." I explained.

"You may be over-thinking this, you know." Sherry opined.

"Maybe, but I've seen a little of the work he does at the office and I can tell you he is very intelligent and creative, so don't underestimate him."

"Let's figure it out later, right now I'm hot from all the sex talk and I need some relief." she said as she put her hand on my crotch. "And I can tell you are in the same state." We made love on the sofa, which we hardly ever do on the weeknights, and then went to bed. I dreamed about my wife. I didn't remember all the details, I usually don't, but I know it was about sex, and lots of it. 



MILF Chronicles Ch. 04



 Chapter 4: Sherry Gets Some Training

We were both apprehensive on Saturday morning. Sherry was supposed to be at Alex's house at 1:00 sharp, but without me this time. When she left I made her promise to tell me everything that happened, then I kissed her and my wife walked out the door on the way to have sex with who knows how many men.

It was a nerve-racking afternoon for me; thankfully I had the children to help keep me distracted. At about 7:00 I was starting to get worried. That's when Sherry called on her cell phone to let me know she was on her way home. She sounded tired, so I held back all my questions and just told her I loved her and let her get off the phone so she could concentrate on driving.

When she finally came in the door a little while later, the children joined me in welcoming her home. She gave us all big hugs and acted more or less normal until it was time to put the children to bed a little bit later. Then we sat down and she recounted her day at Alex's.

Sherry's account: I got there just before 1:00. There were several other cars parked out front. I rang the doorbell and Alex escorted me inside and into the living room. Johnny, Marc, and Brian were there along with a woman he introduced as Jill, another MILF in the club.

I was led to one of the extra bedrooms and instructed to change into the outfit laid out on the bed. It consisted of a g-string, a halter top, and a short skirt that zipped up the side. After I changed and went back out to the living room I noticed that Jill was wearing the same outfit. I didn't know what this meant, but I was nervous. Alex gave me a glass of wine to help me "loosen up". I took a big gulp as a bracer and sat down in the only available chair. It was then that I noticed that all the furniture was arranged in a large semicircle.

"All of our MILFs are required to know the art of strip-tease and lap-dancing, Sherry. You will be learning this art today and Jill will be your teacher." Alex announced. Then he pushed a button on a small remote and some bump-and-grind music right out of a cheap movie started playing.

He nodded at Jill and she got up and started dancing near the center of the circle created by the furniture. Alex told me to study the way she stripped. Jill helped by pointing out the way she moved, how she made eye contact with the audience, seductive looks, etc. as she danced. I drank my wine and tried to concentrate on what Jill was doing. From what little I've seen in movies and such, she was pretty good.

After a few minutes she motioned for me to join her. I started dancing too, trying to copy what I had seen her do. She danced in front of me, encouraging me and helping me to get it right. Still, she said I was a little stiff, so she moved around behind me, putting her arms around me with her hands on my belly. Her body was pressed up against mine as we danced together. At first all that body contact was distracting, but after a few minutes I started getting into the rhythm and we started moving as one.

Then she started using her hands to show me how to move my upper body, arms, and hands. When she took my hands and ran them down from my neck across my breasts, um, tits and down across my belly, a shiver shot down my spine right to my pussy.

The men all had smiles, so we knew they liked what they saw. Now Jill danced back in front of me and began to run her hands over her own body in a very suggestive way. I tried to copy her and still dance the way she had showed me, but it wasn't easy, I was still very nervous. After all, a married woman was not supposed to do this sort of thing, or at least not in front of men that weren't her husband.

So I tried to tune out the surroundings and just feel how my hands made my body feel. Soon my nipples started tingling as they hardened and my pussy started to juice up. Then I noticed that Jill had untied the top string on her halter and was teasing the guys by flashing her tits and then quickly covering up again. She danced over to Alex and turned around. He pulled the tail on the bottom string and now her top was only being held up by her hand. 

Jill danced moving forward a few steps back toward the center of the circle, then she threw the halter over her head in the general direction of the men. Putting her arms across her chest she turned around and danced for a few seconds before throwing up her hands to reveal her bare tits to the men. She bent over and shook them, squeezed them, and pinched her nipples, keeping them hard. Then she looked at me and I knew it was my turn.

I decided to do it a little differently and untied the bottom string on my top. This way I could just leave it hang and still dance without holding it up. As I swayed to the music the top swished back and forth giving them a little peeks at my tits. I danced over to Johnny and turned around. He got the idea and started pulling on the top tie, but I didn't wait for him to finish. Instead I stepped away leaving him holding the halter by the one tie. I danced a little with my back to the men, then turned around to face the men. Like Jill I fondled my tits and shook them for our audience.

Jill started playing with the zipper on her skirt, lowering it and raising it, teasing the guys. Finally she unzipped it completely and tossed it Brian. I knew it was my turn next so I teased them for a while too before removing my skirt. Now we only had on the skimpy g-strings which did not hide very much.

Alex announced that although all the exotic dancers in our state were only allowed to strip down to their g-strings, in the MILF Club we were expected to remove everything. With that said Jill turned around, bent over, and started slowly pulling the string like waist-band down over her butt. I did the same thing, thinking it would be easier for me if we did it at the same time. From the sounds of it the men seemed to enjoy the double action.

When we had the tiny pieces of underwear at our feet we stepped out of them, looked each other in the eye and spun around. We danced totally nude for them for a little while and then Jill came up to me and put her arms around me, rubbing her tits against mine. It was a strange feeling, but not bad.

She bent her head down and whispered in my ear, "They like to watch us play with each other. Don't worry, it doesn't have to be real. It just has to look real. Illusion is a big part of the MILF club."

Then she kissed me; lightly at first. I was a bit shocked since I had never kissed another woman before. It was different than a man's kiss; softer and more sensual. She kissed me again, a little bit harder and longer. I found myself kissing her back, just to make it real of course. But if that was true, then why was my pussy throbbing?

Jill ran her hands over my body, squeezing my butt and fondling my tits. I was feeling weird about the whole thing: turned on, embarrassed, and ashamed all at the same time. I decided that I had better reciprocate, again to make it look real, so I started running my hands over Jill's body as well.

I understood then why men liked women: they are smooth and soft and very sensual, not that I turned gay or anything, it was just one of those "aha" moments. We kissed and groped each other like this for a few minutes and then Jill bent down and took one of my tits into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over my nipple, making it even harder than it was, although I would not have believed it possible. You know how I love having my nipples licked; it was wonderful. As she did this she also ran her hand over my bare pussy, her touch sending shivers up my spine.

That was nothing though, compared to the shocks I felt when she slipped a finger into me. The men devoured us with their eyes as Jill finger fucked me while sucking on my tits. Just as I started feeling my climax build, she removed her finger, running it up my slit and over my clit, making me jump. Standing up straight she put her finger into her mouth and made a show of sucking my juices off it.

I knew it was now my turn, so I gathered up my courage and bent over to bring my face level with her tits. They were larger than Cheryl's and I think a little larger than mine. I opened my mouth and put it over one of the soft mounds, sucking it in slightly. I ran my tongue over her nipples like she had done to me and was rewarded with a soft moan from Jill. I felt some perverse pride at being able to cause that reaction.

I was having trouble bringing myself to finger her though, so after a minute or so she gently took my hand by the wrist and guided it down to her bare mound. When it got there she put her hand over mine and rubbed it on her pussy. It was smooth and soft and warm, warmer than I had expected. After a bit she took her hand away, but I kept mine there.

She was being so gentle with me, trying to make this go easy, and I wanted to show her my appreciation, so I put aside all my doubts and pushed my index finger into her well lubed hole. Sherry-slut was now fully in control and I started sliding my finger in and out, making sure to pat her clit with my palm every time I pushed back in.

By the sounds she was making I could tell that Jill was really enjoying herself. It was making me excited knowing that it was me give her all that pleasure. After a minute or so of this she pulled my face away from her chest and whispered that we had to move on. I reluctantly removed my finger from her dripping pussy and, like her, put my index finger into my mouth.

Her juices tasted a bit different than mine, but it was not unpleasant. I sensuously sucked all her juices off my finger the way she had earlier. The men hooted in appreciation.

"Time for the lap dances girls. Jill, you take Brian. Sherry, watch Jill and then practice on Johnny." Alex ordered.

I watched as Jill stepped over to Brian, leaned over him putting her hands on his shoulders, and shook her tits in his face. This was just a quick tease, though because she stood back up, turned around and wiggled her ass at him. As she sat down in his lap she said "You always want to tease them a little before you actually sit down in their lap."

Jill pushed her butt up against Brian's crotch and rubbed it in slowly to the beat of the music. As she did this she leaned backward against his chest and tilted her head back onto his shoulder. "Sometimes you have to encourage them to put their hands on you." Jill stated. I doubted that was really true, they probably get off on the idea that we are seducing them.

Jill guided Brian's hands to her tits and when he started to play with them she reached above her head and pulled his head down to her neck which he started nibbling. I had to admit, she did make it look very erotic. "OK, you try it now with Johnny." She told me.

I went to Johnny and tried to copy what I had seen Jill do. Soon I was grinding my ass into Johnny's hard cock as he pinched and pulled on my nipples. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Jill get up, turn around, and sit back down on Brian's lap facing him in a straddle position. I copied her and watched to see what she did next.

Next Jill pushed her tits into Brian's face and dragged them back and forth across his mouth and nose. It didn't take long for him to stick out his tongue and she took advantage of it and ran her nipples across it over and over. At the same time she reached down and started squeezing his cock through his pants.

I followed her lead, except as soon as I put my tits within range of Johnny's face he started sucking on them. And soon after I started rubbing his hard-on through his pants he reached down to unbuckle and unzip his pants. In no time at all I had his hard cock in my hand. I couldn't believe how hot it was; it felt like it was burning my skin.

"Looks like you got ahead of me." Jill commented as she unzipped Brian's pants and fished out his engorged manhood.

I was not sure I could take the next step. That night at the party I had more to drink and I was being sort of forced into it. Here I was almost completely sober and acting of my own "free will". Even though I had had sex with Johnny before, all my doubts started coming back.

I looked over and saw Jill lowering herself onto Brian's cock and realized it was now my turn. I was going to get screwed again by someone other than my husband and this time I was going to be the instigator. I raised myself up on shaky legs, reached down to aim his spear at the entrance of my slick hole, and slowly lowered myself down. I felt his cock head slip past my labia and into my wet canal, and it felt good, even though I knew it was wrong. As I slowly lowered my body down I felt every inch of him enter me.

About halfway down I reversed my motion and raised myself back up until his dick almost slipped out. When I slammed all the way down, taking him to the hilt, he threw his head back and hissed "Yes". I paused there for a moment luxuriating in the feeling of having my pussy stuffed full of hard cock. Sherry-slut was back in force.

I started riding him with real vigor now, mashing my tits into his face. He obliged me by sucking on them and nibbling on my nipples. I glanced over and saw Jill doing the same thing, but she did not seem to be enjoying it as much as I was. I kept this up for a few minutes and then I noticed that Alex and Marc had their cocks out and were stroking them.

I got up off of Johnny and crawled on my hands and knees over to Alex. I grabbed his cock and licked it from the root to the tip several times before taking it completely into my mouth. Johnny came up behind me and picked up where we had left off. Marc walked over and stood by the chair that Brian was sitting in and offered his cock to Jill. She took it into her mouth and began to greedily slurp it in and out.

Over the next ten minutes or so we switched positions and partners several times, but eventually all four men had shot their loads into one of our holes. At that point they declared a break and told Jill and I to make them something to eat. Jill picked up one of their shirts and pulled it over her head on the way to the kitchen. I did the same and followed her.

In the kitchen I told her that I didn't cook much, but she said she was a chef and to just follow her instructions. In no time she had whipped up a wonderful smelling shrimp stir-fry and I had rice going in the cooker (even I could do that). When the men smelled it they filed into the kitchen wearing just their briefs, although Johnny wore boxers I noticed.

They sat down at the table and we served them. Every time we came near them they patted our asses, copped feels of our tits, and occasionally sneaked a finger into our pussies. They didn't allow us to eat until they were done. Jill and I split about a single portion between the two of us.

"Wouldn't want my MILFs to get fat." Alex noted.

After that they wanted desert: us. They had Jill and I lay out on the table on our backs. Then they brought over some whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and some fruit. For the next half hour or so they adorned us with these sweets and ate them off of us. They also put the whipped cream and chocolate sauce on their semi hard dicks and made us lick it off. By the time we were done they were all hard and ready to go again.

Alex announced that Jill and I would now compete in a "cum-off". He had each man draw from a deck of cards. Marc and Brian got the lower two cards and were teamed with me, while Alex and Johnny pulled the highest two cards and were teamed with Jill. The objective, in Alex's words: "Use the slutty MILF to cum as quickly as possible."

Now they had each already orgasmed once, so they would have substantial staying power. Marc laid down and had me climb on top of him so that Brian could take my ass. Next to me Alex was taking Jill doggy style while she gave Johnny a blow job.

Alex actually shot his load first. He even pulled out and deposited it on Jill's back to prove it. Johnny then lubed up her ass and started pounding his long skinny cock into her back door. While that was going on Marc and Brian developed an alternating rhythm on me. I lost count of how many times I came, but it was a lot. Near the end I was cumming almost continually. I think that's what finally pushed Marc and Brian over the edge and allowed them to win the contest.

After that we all climbed into Alex's huge tub and soaked, enjoying the water jets. The men still groped us, but there was no more sex. When we climbed out I was still a little sore, but I was feeling much better – and clean. Jill, Brian, Marc, and Johnny all dressed and left.

Alex allowed me to get back into my clothes (the ones I arrived in), except without my underwear. Apparently MILFs don't wear underwear, at least in his world. Then he drove me into town to the mall. When we got there he gave me a credit card and told me what the PIN for it was. I didn't know why until he led me to an ATM and told me to get a cash advance for two hundred dollars. He stood back and watched me do this from a distance, but at the time I didn't quite know why.

Next he led me to a Victoria's Secret store and introduced me to the owner, Beth. He told her that I was a new member of the club and needed some "appropriate MILF attire". He must have done the same thing with the rest of the women in the club because she knew exactly what he wanted. Beth was about 45 or so and had a friendly way about her that put me at ease. After she got my measurements she went about the store collecting various items. When she had amassed a small mountain of articles she led me into the changing room and told me to remove my clothes.

I hesitated and she said, "No need to be shy honey," and in a more of a hush, "it's not a good idea to make Alex wait."

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and started unbuttoning my jeans.

"I was one of the original recruits to the club." She confided as I pushed my jeans down my legs and stepped out of them. "So I have a good idea what you're going through. Put this on." Beth handed me a black leather bustier.

I needed a little help putting it on since I had never worn one before. After that she helped me put on a small matching leather skirt before opening the door and gently pushing me out. Alex had me model it for him, complete with a full turn so he could see what it looked like on me from all sides. I was embarrassed to be standing there wearing so little outside the changing room, even if it was in the back of the store. I could see I was mostly shielded from the mall traffic, but I was still nervous someone would see me.

Next we tried a French maid's outfit and then a camisole type of thing with skimpy panties. As I worked through the pile of lingerie the outfits got skimpier and skimpier. Eventually I was forced to walk out of the changing room wearing only a shelf bra, a pair of crotchless panties, thigh high stockings, and three inch "fuck-me" pumps. This meant my tits and pussy were almost completely exposed. When I looked in a mirror I thought I looked like a whore. I blushed furiously, but endured it. Fortunately that was the last outfit and no other customers had entered the store during my show. At least, I didn't think so.

During this degrading process Beth told me that Alex "suspended" her club "responsibilities" so that she could concentrate on running the store. She said the truth of the matter was that he found younger and better looking women to replace her. Apparently he provided the loan she needed to buy the franchise license and open the store. In return she provided clothes to all the women in his club for cost. She told me the club is really about power, with sex being only one manifestation of that power. I got the distinct impression that he had his hooks into other business owners as well.

With the degrading lingerie modeling finished Alex told me to pay for all of it with the credit card he gave me earlier and Beth packed all the items into a couple of large bags. I was kind of self-conscious walking out of the mall with such large Victoria's Secret bags, I mean, what must people think? What kind of woman would need that much lingerie?




MILF Chronicles Ch. 04



When we got back to Alex's house he took the credit card back and told me he would be in touch. That was it. I put the bags in my car, called you, and drove home.

End of Sherry's account.

I hardly knew what to say, I mean I figured it would be lurid, but holy shit. "Where are the bags from VS?"

"I left them in the car so the children wouldn't see them."

"That's a good idea. I suppose we should go get them so we can figure out where to store all of it." I said.

"Do you want me to model it for you?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Only if you want to." Yeah, right. I was so wishing she would want to.

She smiled. "Come on."

I decided my wife could make good money as a lingerie model.



MILF Chronicles Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Sherry Fulfills a Fantasy

Our sex life was definitely better since we "joined" the club, even though I felt like we were losing control of our lives. The problem was, I couldn't see a way out that didn't involve catastrophic consequences for our family, so we would have to remain Alex's playthings for now.

On Tuesday I was at my desk finishing up my work day when I received a call on my cell phone from Sherry. "Hello Dear, what's up?" I answered.

"Alex just called me. He wants me to go directly from work to his house for a "club function." she said quietly.

"OK, well I guess I'm making supper tonight." I sighed. "I assume he didn't ask for me too."

"No, he said it was solo tonight. The strange thing is he asked if I was wearing one of my professional outfits today, and when I told him I was he said 'Good, then you won't have to go home and change.' Isn't that weird?"

"It is," I admitted, "but it doesn't change anything. You still have to go. Call me when you are on your way home."

"I will. I love you."

"I love you too." I replied and then hung up. I wondered what Alex was up to, but I knew better than to ask him. Actually I did not remember seeing him at the office at all during the day, which really wasn't unusual, but it meant I wouldn't have the chance to run into him and maybe catch in an unguarded moment.

I drove home, my thoughts on my wife and what she might be going through, and I almost ran a red light. "I have to pay attention to my driving." I scolded myself and pushed my concerns about Sherry out of my mind. I met that task with limited success, but at least I made it home alive.

When supper was finished I read a book to the children after which they sat down to watch a video before bed time. Shortly after that the phone rang and Sherry's cell phone number came up on the caller-id. I answered it quickly.

"I'm on my way home." My wife's familiar voice sounded in my ear.

"Are you OK?" I asked nervously.

"I'm fine. I'll tell you all about it later. How are the kids?"

"They're OK; watching a video right now. They asked where you were and I told them you had to work late." I answered, happy for a little mundane talk about the family.

"That's good. I should be home before they have to go to bed, so I can spend a little time with them. I have to go now so I can drive." She never liked to talk on the cell phone while driving.

"OK, I love you very much. Bye."

"I love you too. Bye." She replied, the small familiar 'click' sound informing me that she hung up.

Even though she said she was 'fine', her voice had an edge to it that worried me. Jolene was true to her word and arrived home about a half hour before the children's bed time and spent it all with them. Meanwhile I made her supper which she wolfed down after the kids were safely in their beds. Then we retired to the living room where Sherry recounted her experiences of the evening.

Sherry's account: When I arrived at Alex's place I walked right in as he had instructed on the phone. Alex and two other men were sitting in the living room drinking some sort of dark liquid out of expensive looking tumblers. I did not recognize the other two men. They were around forty or forty-five years old, I guessed, and dressed in business suits. One of the men was about six feet tall and a little over weight, but the other one was probably four or five inches shorter and quite rotund.

Alex stood up and gave me a hug and pulled me aside. "I need you do as you are told, and I don't want any backtalk or hesitation." He said.

"You want me to have sex with these guys?" I asked, fearful of the answer.

"I want you to do as you are told, and just in case you are getting cold feet and are maybe thinking that the release of your video might not be so bad compared to what I'm asking you to do, consider this." He said as he held up a small silver card. No, it was a small gadget the size of a credit card with an LCD display showing a six digit number.

"Shit!" I thought, "That's my SecureToken card for accessing my company's network from home! I thought I had lost that, how did he get it?" My facial expression must have told him how alarmed I was.

"That's right, this is your card. I took it out of your purse when you were sucking me off at the bar. I used it to access the network at the company where you work." He claimed, but he didn't know my PIN, so he must be bluffing.

"You really shouldn't use the last four digits of your social security number as a PIN, it's not secure. So now maybe you believe me. What I did was install a logic bomb. If I don't reset it every day it will go off and plant entries into the corporate database that makes it look like you have been embezzling from your company for some time." He told me. I was stunned. "Remember that credit card I had you use at the mall? The forged records will lead back to that and the ATM records and video, not to mention the store records. This will prove beyond any doubt that you were embezzling money from your company and spending it on yourself."

"I could lose my job! I could go to jail!" I sobbed.

"Pull yourself together," he hissed at me, "now is not the time to fall apart. You are safe as long as you do what you are told." He handed me back my SecureToken card and I put it in my pocket.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what was to come. For some reason it was important to Alex that I please these men, so I made up my mind to do just that, even though it almost certainly meant that I would be having sex with both of them. This didn't appeal to me; I had gotten kind of used to Alex, Marc, Brian, and Johnny, but this was different. I didn't think I could possibly enjoy sex with these guys, so I would have to fake it completely.

"What'd I say guys? Isn't she exactly as I described?" Alex asked, turning to the two men.

"Oh yeah!" "Fucking 'a!" Were the responses.

Alex handed me glass of wine and motioned for me to sit down in a chair across from the two men. Alex took up position behind them.

"So Sherry, Alex tells us you are a professional woman. What do you do?" The fat man asked.

"I'm a manager in the finance department of a large company in the city." I answered, careful not to supply too many details and hoping they wouldn't ask for any.

"So, you manage a bunch of accountants all day. Sounds boring." The tall man said.

"That and attend boring meetings, yeah." I agreed. From the look of it they were used to being told they were right, so why rock the boat.

"He also tells us that you are married and have two kids. Is that right?" Fat man continued the questioning.

"Yes, that's correct." I answered evenly.

"Sounds perfectly normal to me," Tall man opined. "What do you do for excitement?"

"Yeah, a good looking gal like you must need some excitement from time to time." Fat man added.

I took a big sip of my wine as I considered my response. It was obvious they were baiting me, but should I take it, or act coy. I decided to play the innocent housewife. "Sometimes my husband takes me out for dinner and dancing."

They all smiled making me a little nervous. I took a another big swig of the wine. It was disappearing fast.

"What kind of dancing?" Tall man wanted to know.

"I'm not sure what you're asking." I replied, now not sure where they were going with this question.

"I think what he as asking was whether you dance WITH your husband or FOR your husband." Fat man clarified. Only I still was not sure what he was asking.

Tall man must have seen the confusion on my face. "Jesus girl, do you do the striptease for your husband?"

"Oh!" I exclaimed, blushing. "Sometimes." Now I knew where they were heading.

"Fuck, I'd sure like to see that!" Fat man blurted out.

"Actually, that can be arranged." Alex spoke up for the first time since the questioning had started. "You see, Sherry is quite the hot MILF and loves to dance for my guests, don't you dear?"

For some reason that embarrassed me and I couldn't meet their eyes. I also couldn't speak, so I just nodded yes.

"Doesn't she look like Margaret when she sits like that?" One of Alex's guests asked the other.

"Yeah, she does." The other replied.

When I first arrived I thought that maybe these two men were members in Alex's club, but now I was not so sure. Maybe Margaret was someone they worked with; someone they desired but was out of reach. That would explain why Alex wanted me dressed professionally. I was to be the surrogate for Margaret, but one that would fulfill their fantasies. This made me shudder inside, but not out of excitement.

This also made me reevaluate Alex's motives in the MILF club. Originally I had thought the club existed only to satisfy his sick sexual urges, but now I was thinking that was only a fringe benefit. Perhaps the primary purpose of the club was to get power over the women in the club (and by proxy their husbands) and to curry favor with business associates all for financial gain.

The sound of music snapped me out of my reverie and I looked up startled. All three men were looking at me expectantly. Alex made a motion for me to get up. I guessed that it was time for me to dance. I gulped down the last of my wine and stood up.

I started dancing like I had learned from Jill, which was not as easy because of the longer dress skirt that I was wearing; it wasn't designed for such motion. The men seemed to like it as they had huge smiles, but apparently I was taking too long because soon Alex was making motions that I should take off my suit coat.

I did this as sexily as I could and dropped it on the chair I had been sitting on. It was a $200 outfit after all, I didn't want it getting ruined. Alex was making the 'hurry up' signal, so I immediately started unbuttoning my blouse. When I dropped it with my suit coat and turned around the two new men hooted. I was wearing a plain white bra, but apparently that's what they would expect Margaret wear, so it was exciting.

I didn't take much time in getting rid of the skirt either since it was making the dancing difficult. Again they hooted even though I was wearing plain white cotton panties. Now I could dance more erotically, to the delight of the Alex's guests. I wanted to get this over, so I danced over to the men and pushed my tits into the face of Tall man and asked him in a soft voice to unhook the front clasp on my bra. He wasn't shy and once he had it unhooked he pulled me closer using the two halves of my bra until his nose was nestled in the valley between my tits. After a moment he let me go and I removed the bra and tossed it to him.

I shook my tits in their faces like Jill had taught me and they grabbed them, pulling on my nipples. Despite the fact that I was not attracted to them, all this had the effect of making them hard. They started calling me names like "slut" and "bitch" and telling me to "lose the panties". So I teased them a little by pulling the waistband out and acting like I was going to pull them down, but then pulling them up instead, tight into my pussy. They liked that at first, but then renewed their calls to "lose the panties." Finally I pulled them all the way down in one quick move and kicked them over to Fat man. He picked them up, put them in his face, and inhaled deeply.

"Fucking ambrosia." He told Tall man with a big grin.

Now I was totally naked and I danced as erotically as I could, running my hands over my tits and pussy, playing with them for the amusement of these two strangers. The next part was the most difficult: the lap dance. I positioned myself in front of Fat man, figuring I would get him out of the way first. I wiggled my ass in his face and he surprised me with a good slap. I turned around and climbed up onto his lap. I tried to grind my bare pussy into his crotch, but his big belly made it difficult; I had to push my hips forward and lean back to get the right angle. He pulled on my nipples, but otherwise let me do all the work.

When I pulled back to move over to his friend, he reached down and put his fat finger into my pussy. It slid in easily. "Her cunt is gushing." He proclaimed, and it was. I didn't know why; neither of these guys were turning me on. In fact, the entire situation was kind of degrading.

I climbed off of him and moved over to Tall man. I wiggled my ass for him too, and when I turned around and started settling onto his lap I noticed that he already had his cock out. It was long and thin with a pronounced curve. I ground directly against his cock with my bare pussy as I performed my lap dance. From his squirming I guessed that he was enjoying the contact. I certainly liked it when his cock bumped up onto my clit.

"Enough teasing, bitch!" He exclaimed as he pulled me up and thrust into me in one motion. "Fuck me now."

I knew what to do and bounced up and down enthusiastically trying to get him off as quickly as possible. I tried not think about who I was screwing and just concentrate on the feelings of his hard, hot shaft slicing in and out, the head rubbing my g-spot on every stroke. Just as it started to feel really good he gasped that he wanted to cum in my mouth, so I knelt in front of him and started sucking on his cock. That's when I felt Fat man behind me pushing his cock into my pussy. I could hardly feel it, so I knew it must be small.

Tall man groaned and pumped his jism into my mouth; there wasn't that much so I easily swallowed it all.

"Did she swallow it?" Fat man grunted.

"Yeah, her mouth is fucking great." Tall man sighed.

"Oh, man what a slut. I can't believe how wet she is. Fuck me slut, fuck me hard." Grunted the Fat man behind me, thrusting his tiny dick aggressively into my sloppy pussy. I wasn't really enjoying it since I could hardly feel him, but I pushed back in rhythm with his thrusts anyway and tried to act like I was enjoying it. He took this as a go ahead to get rougher and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back.

"You love this, don't you cunt? You love fucking strange men while your husband stays home and takes care of your children." He hissed through gritted teeth.

He was pulling harder and harder on my hair and I just wanted it to end, so I moaned "Yes, baby, I love feeling your cock in my wet pussy. Fuck me hard, give me what my husband can't." He started grunting and thrusting faster so I said "Yeah, cum with me now baby." And for the first time in my life I faked an orgasm. This caused his cock to spurt pathetically a couple of times into my pussy and then he collapsed. I almost hoped that I had given him a heart attack, but no such luck.

They rested for a while, talking about me like I wasn't there, saying things like "how about those tits", and "don't you just love that shaved pussy". They discussed trying a DP and told me to use my mouth and hands to get them hard again. I was able to eventually get Tall man hard again, but no matter how much I sucked on Fat man's little dick I was not able to get him hard. And let me tell you, it was not any fun trying. So Tall man settled for a solo fuck while Fat man watched and played with his limp dick, probably trying to get hard again.

Since it was his second time I thought he would last quite a while, but after only five minutes or so he rammed his thin cock deep into me and I felt it jerk a couple of times. He was finished for the night, and his buddy still could not get hard, but that did not stop him from crawling between my legs announcing "I just have to get a taste of that pussy!"

He was pretty good with his mouth and managed to get me off. I guess that's the way he compensated for his little dick. They really seemed to enjoy watching me cum, and I didn't mind it too much myself. It wasn't as good as cumming on a good hard cock, and it left me wanting more, which didn't make any sense because these two revolted me. Of course, they had to call me a slut for having an orgasm, which kind of hurt, but I guess that was part of their fantasy. I think they were still imagining I was Margaret.

After that I got dressed as they joked that I was taking home their "loads" to my wimpy husband. Whatever. Alex came over to give me a hug and I thought that maybe he was trying to let me know that he felt bad about the whole thing, but was I wrong.

"Say good-bye to them and thank them for a good time." He whispered into my ear as he hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Good night, boys. Thanks for the good time." I said as sweetly and convincingly as I could manage. They just snickered and told me they were available any time if I got tired of my husband. Believe it or not, that was the most degrading part of the evening.

End of Sherry's account.

By the time she finished Sherry was almost crying and I pulled her to me and just held her telling her how much I loved her. What else could I do? Anger and rage welled up inside of me. I just wanted to go to Alex and rip his head off. But I couldn't give into those feelings right now, my wife needed me to be calm and strong, so with a great mental effort I pushed it all back down into the pit it came from.

Once I regained control of my emotions I realized that Alex probably wanted me to get angry so that I couldn't think straight. It was another way to control us. I knew that I needed to keep a clear head, no matter how unfeeling it made me appear. Somehow I had to get us out of this mess, and I needed to be ready when an opportunity presented itself.

Sherry must have been thinking along the same lines. "Do you really think he hacked my company's database?" She asked.

"Maybe." I said, pausing to think about it. "He did have your access card and he guessed your PIN. He's also very smart, so I think at this point we have to assume the threat is real."

"Oh, god." Sherry cried. "How will we ever get free of him?"

"I don't know, but I promise you we will." I said with more conviction than I felt.

"Just tell me that you are being careful. I don't want him getting something on you again."

"Don't worry, I've installed security software on my PDA that automatically encrypts everything. I've also popped for a new keyboard at work that uses fingerprint technology along with a password to log onto the network. It was well worth the four hundred dollars. I just have to make sure that I always lock the computer when I leave my cube. I'm keeping a close eye on things; he won't frame me again." I reassured her.

"I hope so. Just don't forget what you keep saying: he's wicked smart." She admonished.

"Don't worry, I won't forget." And I wouldn't. Somehow I had to beat him, but was I clever enough?



MILF Chronicles Ch. 06



Chapter 6: The Mixer

After the last "club function" Alex didn't contact us for a couple of weeks. In some ways it would have been comforting to find that he was feeling sorry for the way his business associates had treated Sherry and was giving her a break, but in reality I think he was out of town. At least I hadn't seen him at work and I heard rumors that he was helping 'trouble-shoot' some problem on one of the company's bigger contracts. So I expected more cruelty yet from him in the future.

Finally he returned and left a note on my desk that the 'club' was having a 'mixer' at his place in one week and we were both expected to attend. More like required to attend. The note also said that we would be contacted before the event to inform us what the 'dress code' would be. Great, he was even going to dictate what we wear. Just fucking wonderful. We were to drive around the back to leave room out front for the members.

The day before the 'mixer' a letter arrived with the details on how we were to dress, when to arrive, and what was expected of us. Sherry was to wear one of the outfits that Alex had bought for her: a black bustier that held up her tits but didn't cover them, a tiny black thong, fishnet stockings, and 3" black pumps. I was to wear a jeans and a white t-shirt, but would apparently be given a different shirt when I arrived.

Sherry would be available to any and all members, of course, and had to do whatever she was told. I was to stay with her and assist her as necessary unless otherwise instructed. We were to arrive at 5:30pm which was a half an hour before the members so that we could be prepped for the evening. I was worried what 'prepped' meant.

We arranged for Sherry's sister Beverly to babysit for us again. I put a button-up shirt on to avoid questions on why I was going to a party dressed so casual, and Sherry put on a long dress over the lingerie. When we arrived at Alex's house I ditched the shirt and Sherry took off the dress and threw it in the car. Now were both glad that we were parked in back since all my wife's assets were pretty much on display in that outfit.

As we walked up to the house several other couples arrived. They were dressed identically, except the men all had a woman's name on the front and back of their t-shirts; their wife's name I guessed. Alex's letter didn't say anything about that, but I was concerned that I had missed something and was now in trouble.

I shouldn't have worried, though, because when we got inside Alex threw me a blue t-shirt and told me to put it on. Like the others, it had my wife's name emblazoned on the front and back in large black letters. I guess in this venue I was just "Sherry's husband", or maybe "Sherry's wimp". This pissed me off and I wanted to strangle someone, but that's probably what they wanted, so I tried to stay calm and keep my head on straight.

After all the "MILFs" arrived Alex gathered everyone in his huge kitchen and gave us the "pre-event briefing" as he put it.

"All right. We have a couple of new MILFs since our last event, Yvonne and Sherry." He announced and pointed out my wife and a petite blond. "We also have a few new members as well. Because of this there is no theme to this event like there normally is. Instead I just want everybody to get acquainted, so I'm calling this a mixer. This doesn't mean that we won't have some interesting party games arranged, but the evening will be less structured than our normal events."

This made me wonder what the normal events were like, but I didn't get much time to ponder that as Alex continued with his "briefing".

"For the new MILFs and their hubbies, I'll go over the basic event rules. Husbands, stay with your wife at all times. You are to assist her as needed, either at her request or that of a member. Like her, you can't refuse any request. You are allowed to eat and drink only if given permission by a member. MILFs, you will obey all the members, of course. You are allowed to drink water as needed to maintain your hydration, and of course there is the obligatory glass of wine after this briefing. At the end of the event the members will vote for the hottest MILF and the winner will receive a nice prize, so keep them happy tonight."

With the briefing finished Alex handed each of the women a glass of wine and admonished them to finish it before the members arrived. This also allowed us to chat with the other couples a little bit. Sherry seemed to gravitate to Yvonne, maybe because she was new to the club as well. I liked Yvonne and her husband Mike; they seemed to be very nice people and seemed to be more scared then we were. I felt sorry for them for being in this situation. I also met Jill and her husband Drew. I liked Jill, but Drew seemed like a jerk. I know this was a stressful situation, but I thought he should be supporting his wife more.

When the members had all arrived Alex called us out into the living room and introduced Sherry and Yvonne as the new MILFs. Apparently the new members needed no such introduction. After that Alex announced that the MILFs would now "mingle" with the members and that the party games would be revealed later. There were about fifteen or twenty men in the living room, all hungrily eying our scantily clad wives. 

Sherry wasn't exactly sure what to do, so she just followed the rest out into the testosterone filled room. I don't remember everything that happened, nor would I have room to recount it all, so I'll just give you a summary. As the women circulated among the men they were groped and pawed at almost continually. The men were mostly in the 30-50 year-old range, white, and trim. There were a couple of heavier men, one of which, Carl, was a real piece of work. There was also one black man, about 40 years old and in great physical shape that must have been a football player or something when he was younger. More about them later.

After the initial gawking, grabbing, and groping period was over the men got down to some serious sex. I remember Sherry's first fuck; she was talking to a geeky looking guy when he went down on his knees and started licking her pussy saying that he wanted to get to it before it got "messy". I watched him mash his face into my wife's sex, licking and slurping with abandon. After a few minutes of this my wife's face contorted into a mask of pleasure and little moans escaped from deep in her throat. Then he suddenly stopped. "Hey, you," he said, looking at me, "hold her leg up for me."

I stepped over to them and Sherry lifted up her left leg to give him more access and I held it up while she put her hand on my shoulder for balance. He started sawing first one, then two fingers in and out of her wet hole while he continued his attack on her clit with his tongue. I couldn't believe that I was helping him molest my wife, but that was the least of my humiliation that evening.

Sherry started making noises and shaking like she was going to cum, and he stopped again. She whimpered, but didn't say anything. Smiling cruelly he told me to get behind her and hold her up. Then he spread her legs and pushed her back into my arms. From this position he shoved his hard cock, which looked to be average size, into her well lubricated pussy. I watched as the first of what I was sure would be many cocks that night entered her. This position was very uncomfortable for me and I suspected for my wife as well, so it was fortunate that he did not last long.

After depositing his sperm inside Sherry, he forced her to clean up his slimy cock with her mouth and then just walked away. She gave a couple of blow jobs and was fucked once more before round one was over and all the members took a break to drink, eat, and probably recover from their first orgasms. I had a feeling the night had just begun.

When they were done eating Alex gathered everybody up into the living room and announced that it was time for the first party games. "But first, the MILFs need to be cleaned and prepped." He said. "So hubbies: get to it."

I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but the "veteran" couples apparently did, so we followed them into the middle of the room. The wives laid down on the floor and their husbands knelt down between their legs and started to lick their pussies clean. Only Sherry and I and Yvonne and Mike were still standing. We looked at each other, all of us obviously not crazy about this part. Sherry probably saved us punishment by taking Yvonne's hand, leading her to an open spot on the floor, and laying down on her back. Mike and I moved over to our wives and joined them on the floor.

I got down on my knees and bent my head down towards Sherry's bare, puffy pussy. Understand, I'm not squeamish and I generally like the smell of my wife's juices, but now it reeked of other men's jism. Even though this was making me sick, I knew I had to do this or Sherry would be punished, so I stuck out my tongue and dove it. It didn't taste as bad as I thought it would, but I still almost thew up. While I was doing this Alex reminded us that we should "warm them up" after they were clean, so after all the vile residue stopped leaking out of her hole, I gave her clit some attention.

Before any of the wives were allowed to cum, Alex ordered us to stop and stand up. All the members now had full or partial erections and looked ready for more sex. The first party game, Alex explained, would be "pin the tail of the MILF" and was obviously a version of "pin the tail on the donkey." Each member that wanted to play would first select a MILF. She was to get him completely hard with her mouth, if necessary, and then climb up onto a padded bench and get on all fours. The member would then be blindfolded by the husband, spun around a few times, and then sent in the general direction of the MILF. The object of the game was for the member to find the MILF and fuck her from behind. The catch was that they could not use their hands, only their cocks. They were allowed to fuck her as long as they wished, but even then they could not use their hands.

The members started picking the woman they wanted to play with and the big black guy picked Sherry. He was only at half-staff, so she got onto her knees and took his cock into her mouth to get him fully hard. The contrast between his black cock and her pale skinned face (Sherry is full Norwegian) was the first real erotic thing I'd seen so far at this "mixer". This was the first time I'd seen Sherry with a black man and I was intrigued. Now understand that Sherry and I think that racism is irrational, but we had grown up and gone to school in areas where there just weren't a lot of black people around, so the opportunity to date a black man before we were married just never came up.

As an aside, I personally believe that there is only one race of people on the planet: the human race. Sure there are some outward regional differences, like skin color or eye shape, but those things don't matter when making decisions about people.

Once he was completely hard it was obvious that he didn't fit the stereotype about black men; his cock was only of average size. Hell, from what I'd seen already there were at least two other men here that were larger. While my wife climbed up onto the padded bench that Alex had provided, I tied the dark blindfold around his head and spun him around a few times. I had thought of sending him off in the wrong direction, but decided against that course of action, afraid of the potential punishment that Sherry would suffer.

He slowly walked forward, his hands behind him and his hips thrust forward. I didn't blame him for taking his time; bumping up against something with your hard dick could really hurt if you were going too fast. He was a little off by the time he got to the bench and his first contact with Sherry was just a light brushing of his cock against the outside of her right ass cheek. He swept it left and right, trying to get his bearings and it didn't take him long to figure out that he needed to veer left. Soon he was stabbing at the space between her legs, trying to find her wet hole. Once he must have hit her bung hole instead because Sherry jumped and cried "Ow!"

"Well, help me out then," he said in frustration, "that's not against the rules."

Sherry opened up her legs a little more and changed the angle of her hips a bit, but he still couldn't hit the bulls-eye. Finally she gave him directions. It sounded something like this: "Left, down, more, no back to the right, up a little, close, there right there, yes!"

I watched as his black meat slowly slid into my wife's bare pussy and then back out almost completely before pushing it back in. He did this several times and then taunted me. "You like watching your wife take some black cock, hubby?"

"No." I lied.

"You're a liar!" he retorted. "I know all you white guys fantasize about your white wives taking black cock." And then he laughed as he put his hands on his hips and increased his tempo. "Come on, fuck me back bitch." He demanded.

Sherry started pushing back against his cock every time he thrust forward and I could hear their bodies slapping when they slammed together. He was really pounding into her and yet after a good ten minutes of vigorous fucking he wasn't even breathing hard. Suddenly he stopped and I thought maybe he had gotten tired, but instead said "Hey, hubby, your wife is cumming on my cock. Maybe you should get her black meat more often." Sure enough, Sherry was shaking and biting her lip, trying not to cry out as her orgasm swept over her.

After that he pulled out and said maybe if she was lucky he'd give her more later. He walked off chuckling to himself. Another guy lined up immediately to play the game with Sherry and I busied myself getting him started. He had a smaller than average cock, but he was able to get it into my wife's pussy much quicker than the black guy had. Go figure. He fucked her for a long while and as far as I could tell really enjoyed himself. Eventually he complained that he was getting tired and stopped. He didn't cum either. Like most men, he had a lot of staying power after his first orgasm.

Nobody else wanted to play the "pin the tail" game anymore and the party settled into the "normal" routine of molesting the women. I lost count of how many different men put their cock into one of Sherry's holes, but I think only one of them came. After a while, I'm ashamed to admit, I became almost used to it. Maybe that's just a natural defense to keep from going crazy. Maybe it's just an excuse. Who knows.

While I was mainly concerned about what was happening to my wife, a few other couplings stand out in my mind. I recall one where the woman was bent over the arm of the sofa, her pussy getting plowed into from behind. At the same time she was sucking on the cock of the man that was sitting on the sofa. The crazy part was that the man getting the blow job was watching TV like this was a daily occurrence! 

In another depraved situation Yvonne was put through some sort of rape fantasy. She was on her back on the floor as one man roughly fucked her and another one was cruelly twisting and pulling on her nipples. To round out the picture her husband held her hands above her head as if he was one of the rapists. They were calling her filthy names and taunting her saying that she deserved what she was getting for teasing them and dressing like a slut. Just to complete the humiliation of the poor couple they made her husband Mike repeat some it as well. She was fighting back the tears, but was only partially successful. This, of course, only stoked the fantasy of the two members, making them treat her with even more cruelty. Fortunately for her Alex stepped in and warned them to tone it down a bit; he didn't want her hurt. The reluctantly obeyed Alex's instructions, but Yvonne was still crying when it was all over.

The next game started up, somewhat appropriately, in the game room. One of the members grabbed Sherry and said "Come on, it's time to play MILF twister." I groaned inwardly as another cherished childhood game was twisted for their perverted pleasure. Here's how it worked: A member picked a MILF to play. She was fitted with a remote-controlled clitoral vibrator, sometimes referred to as a "butterfly" because of a superficial resemblance to the insect. The women were treated like gladiators as the men challenged each other to a game. At the start of the game the vibrators were turned off. The game was then played more or less normally with each woman tying to put the correct body part on the correct color on the mat as determined by the spinners. The big difference was that after each successful round, the vibrators were turned up one notch.

We had to stand and watch several games while waiting for Sherry's first match. None of the poor women made it past the third round. Someone always collapsed from the awkward position and unrelenting stimulation of their clitoris. Finally it was Sherry's turn. I thought that she might do well since she was a gymnast in high school. She wasn't one of the squad's stars, but she was pretty good and had maintained a fair degree of flexibility since.

Sure enough, she easily beat her first challenger, Karen, in the third round. She also had the next game which was against Yvonne. This game went to the fourth round, but again she won handily. From what I could tell the vibrators had only five speeds, so she was near the maximum at the end and still maintained her composure. When Sherry got up though, I could see she was breathing hard and was quite flushed. I guessed that the vibrator was getting to her since the physical exertion was not enough to explain her appearance.

Fortunately she got a break for a couple of games and calmed down a bit. I wasn't really paying attention, but apparently Jill was also winning all her games, so they decided that there should be one final match against Sherry and Jill. The winner would get a short break from the party and some food and drink for both the MILF and the husband. Both women got a determined look in their eye and stepped over to the mat.

As expected the game was close. Both women were in pretty good shape and quite limber for their age. By the fourth round they were both straining to keep their balance while the vibrators buzzed away on their sensitive "on buttons" as the men called them. The next move would be tricky for each of them, but for Sherry required that she twist around and push her hips up while she arched her back. This put her pussy, with the butterfly vibrator strapped to it, lewdly on display. But it also had the effect of pushing it into her body even more. Both women successfully made the move, but when the vibrators were set to full they both moaned and started shaking. When Sherry started to cum I thought for sure she would fall over, but no, she somehow held her position and rode it out! I was impressed; hell everybody was. Just as they spun for the next round, though, Jill slipped and fell, leaving Sherry the winner.

I helped my trembling, sweaty wife up off the mat and stripped the vibrator off of her. Then Alex led us to the kitchen and told us we could have whatever we wanted except alcohol and said he'd be back in twenty minutes or so. We were both hungry and thirsty and took advantage of our good fortune, for which I thanked Sherry several times. We chit chatted a little bit, but since we knew that Alex liked to record everything that went on in his house, we didn't say much.

True to his word, he returned for us twenty minutes later and informed us that our time was up and to return to the party. At this point things were in a kind of coasting mode; everybody seemed to be taking a break from the more energetic sex. Mostly there was just fondling and touching going on. We wondered around a bit and Sherry wound up being pulled down next to Carl, easiest the largest (not tallest) man there.




MILF Chronicles Ch. 06



He already had one woman, who I later found out was Karen, leaning over from the other side, sucking on his cock. Carl started pawing at Sherry's tits, squeezing them hard, pinching and pulling on her nipples. I knew he was being rough because I could see my wife wince a couple of times. When he pulled her head to him and started kissing her with an open mouth I started getting sick. It was clear to me that this guy was all about making the women feel, as much as possible, like a piece of meat; a whore to satisfy his depraved lust.

I watched as he pushed Sherry's head down onto his crotch and told both women that they should "share his bounty." Yeah, he was a little larger than average, but he was no porn star. Karen's husband was standing beside me watching too. Suddenly I felt something being pushed into my pocket and I looked at him. He gave me a quick, small shake of the head and a look that said, "Don't ask." It occurred to me that maybe he wanted to communicate with me clandestinely, so I tried to act like nothing had happened and resumed watching our wives orally service Carl.

After a while Carl pushed Sherry and Karen's heads toward each other and told them to kiss. There was only a brief hesitation on Sherry's part and then they were kissing. It looked really hot and my cock started to get hard again. This didn't go on for very long before Carl pulled Sherry up into his lap and slipped his cock into her very ready pussy. As soon as she was fully mounted he told the women to start playing with each other's tits. This continued for a bit, and then he had them switch so that he was fucking Karen while Sherry sat off to the side, but always he had them kissing and playing with each other.

They swapped a few more times and then Carl had Sherry mount him in reverse, so that she was facing away from him. He had Karen get on her knees in front of them and lick them both as they fucked. I couldn't imagine what that felt like, but I was sure wishing I could find out. "Just look at your slutty wives." Carl taunted, looking directly at me and Karen's husband. "On the street they wouldn't give me the time of day, but here they will do anything I want; things they won't even do for you!" Carl had them switch positions again and I had to admit to myself that my wife would probably never do this for me.

Soon another member came by and told Carl to stop hogging all the MILFs and led Karen away. Carl continued to fuck Sherry, but soon seemed to tire. In her current position she couldn't really move up and down properly, so he told me hold help her. There I was raising and lowering my wife, fucking Carl with her like she was some sort of sex doll. Carl really seemed to get off on it. "How do you like helping you wife to fuck me?" he asked. I didn't answer right away. "Well?"

"I hate it." I answered honestly, venom in my voice.

"I thought so." He replied. "God she's a good fuck, but then you know that. I'd love to be able to bang her every day. After fucking Carl, though, she'll never enjoy you again!" I wanted to kill the bastard, and he knew it. But this only seemed to turn him on more and shortly he grunted and blew his load into Sherry's cunt. "Oh, fuck, uhhhh, yeah, oh fuck that feels good." He moaned obscenely. He rested for a few seconds and then pushed my wife off of him. "Come back when you get tired of your limp-dicked husband, honey." What a sick bastard, I thought.

After being carried along by the tide of horny men we wound up in the doorway of a guest bedroom. In the middle of the room there was a sex swing suspended from the ceiling. If you haven't seen on of these, this is a contraption that allows the woman to sit relatively comfortably suspended above her with her legs spread and the entrance to her pussy available. Normally a pulley arrangement allows the man to lay underneath her and lower her onto his cock. Then he can thrust all he wants without her weight on him. He can even spin her in place, which I image is a wild feeling. When we arrived one of the women was already in the swing and the black man was under her getting fucked. I say "getting fucked" because he was not thrusting at all. It was the womans husband who was working the rope to the pulley system, raising and lowering her at the speed dictated by the man getting fucked. Occasionally he would order the husband to spin his wife around a couple of times and then continue the fucking.

As we watched the woman in the swing convulse in orgasmic pleasure, a couple of men walked up to Sherry and started groping her. She automatically reached for their hard cocks and started slowly stroking them. This did not surprise me anymore especially since I had noticed earlier that she had given herself over to Sherry-slut. I wondered what prolonged exposure would do to my wife. I noticed that the two men were talking to her now.

"I'd love to get you into that swing, honey. I'll bet that would be a sweet fuck." One said.

"I was here first, you'll have to wait your turn." The other one said.

"No problem, you won't last long anyway." The first one replied.

"Shit, it doesn't matter anyway, Chuck isn't going to be done for a long time."

Them another party game was announced, something to do with cards I think, but we missed it because Johnny, from the first party (see Chapter 1) and another young guy pulled Sherry into the guest bedroom and DP'ed her. Johnny was in her ass, he really seemed to like her ass, and the other guy of course was in her pussy. I didn't know how many times these two had cum already but they lasted a long time. The slapping of bodies and the animal like grunting just went on and on. I had to pour lube on Johnny's rampant dick a number of times because it wore off. My wife orgasmed three or four times, maybe more, before the guys dumped their loads into her body. I had to give Sherry some props though as she was still able to walk away while the men were still laying on the bed exhausted.

She needed water, but it took a while to get to the kitchen because men kept stopping us and groping her. The black man even had her suck on his soft dick in order to get it hard enough to fuck her again, but she was unsuccessful and after about five minutes he let her go. I finally was able to get her a bottle of water and she drank it down like she had just finished a marathon through the Sahara.

When we came back out Alex was gathering everybody into the living room. The mixer was over, I guessed, because he was announcing the voting results for the "Hottest MILF" contest. Jill won, which didn't surprise me since, objectively, she was the sexiest woman there. What did surprise me was that Sherry came in a close second, which apparently was very good for a new MILF, so Alex declared a draw and announced they were both winners. I wasn't sure if I should be proud or disgusted.

The prize turned out to be a full afternoon at the most luxurious spa in the area; the works. That would normally cost about $500, but then maybe Alex got a deal from the owners, who knows. Sherry seemed a bit surprised by it all, but damn it, she did deserve some pampering after what she just went through.

The mixer wasn't quite over yet, however. Alex also announced that one of the MILFs had failed to garner even one vote and would have to be punished. He called Yvonne over and informed her that he was disappointed and even though it was her first event she should have been able to get at least one vote. I could see she was ready to start crying, not only from the fear of punishment, but from the humiliation. To punish her a vibrator (set on high) was pushed into her pussy, she was bent over a chair, and each of the members was invited to give her a swat on the ass on their way out. Some of them gave her a light slap, but most were pretty hard. Carl gave her an absolutely vicious slap that made a crisp loud snapping sound and left a very red hand mark on her left cheek. By the time it was done she was sobbing loudly and her husband Mike had to almost carry her out. At that point I almost wanted to kill Carl more than Alex.

When we were in the car on the way home I asked Sherry, "Are you alright babe?"

"Yeah, I'm tired and sore, but otherwise I'm OK." She reassured me. "But poor Yvonne; she didn't deserve that. She was just so scared throughout the entire party that she couldn't, um, perform. They didn't have to hurt her like that."

"I just wanted to kill that Carl guy, especially after the way he hit her. That was totally gratuitous." I said with malice in my voice.

"I think he gets off on humiliation and pain. He's the only one that actually hurt my nipples by pinching and pulling too hard."

"Alex had better install metal detectors if he's going to keep inviting that bastard, because if he keeps that shit up I'm going to get an gun and shoot that mother fucker." I growled.

"Just calm down, honey, it's not going to do anybody any good if you blow a blood vessel in your brain or something."

"I know, I know, but somehow we have got to get out of this." I whined. "Oh wait, Karen's husband put something in my pocket." I fished out the folded piece of paper and gave it to Sherry. "Here, see what's on it."

She unfolded it and read out loud. "Call the phone number below. Don't call from your home, office, or cell phone. They may be monitored. Call from a pay phone. Don't call before tomorrow afternoon." She gave it back to me. "That's all it says except for the phone number. What's that all about?"

"I don't know, but this may be our first glimmer of hope. He seems a bit paranoid, but we are dealing with Alex here, so maybe some precautions are in order." I answered.

We drove the rest of the way home in silence, both lost in our own thoughts. I hoped this guy had some way of ending Alex's MILF club, because I don't know how much more of this we could take. Hope is a wonderful thing, but if I had known then what would eventually transpire, I'm not sure that would have been enough.



MILF Chronicles Ch. 07



Chapter 7: Interlewd

I was standing at a pay phone, looking at a piece of paper that had been slipped into my pocket the previous night by a virtual stranger. Was this a setup by Alex to help tighten his grip on me and my wife, or was this a way of eventually escaping that grip? I looked at the phone number and made a decision.

"Hello?" Answered a male voice on the other end.

"This is Peter." I said. "What's this about?"

"This is about trying to get all of us extricated from this twisted MILF club. Are you interested?" He asked.

"Yes, of course." I said seriously.

"Good. Currently we are gathering intelligence on Alex and the other members, but mainly on Alex. We are also marshaling whatever resources we can gather so that we can be ready to take action when an opportunity presents itself. We never meet face to face, but use untraceable prepaid throw-away cell phones to communicate. That's one of those resources I mentioned, so don't ask where they came from. I'll be getting one to you soon. My name is Jerry and I'll be your only contact for now." He explained.

"Is all this cloak and dagger stuff really necessary?" I asked.

"Don't underestimate Alex, he has access to high tech civilian and maybe military electronic gear of all kinds like listening devices, cameras, and tracking devices. We don't know yet for sure where he gets them, but we can't take any chances. We also think he has contacts in at least one phone company that can tap and trace calls, so don't ever call me from any other phone. If you do I'll just throw that one away and cut you out of the group. Don't talk about the group with anyone except your wife, and even then do it in a noisy environment like the shower and whisper in each others ear. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand. Who else is in the group?"

"I can't tell you that just yet." He said.

"Hey, I took a big chance calling you." I challenged.

"Yeah, and we all took a big chance in recruiting you, so let's just take it slow, OK?" Jerry replied.

"OK, OK. What can I do to help?"

"Glad you asked. Currently you are the only one in our group that works at the same place as Alex, so we'd like you to be our eyes and ears there."

"You want me to spy on Alex at work?" I queried.

"No, nothing as dramatic as that. Just stick to your normal routine and be as observant as possible. If you know he's going out of town, then let me know. Or if he suddenly changes his normal work patterns, or if he does anything else noteworthy, call me. The more information we have, the better." Jerry said.

"I can do that." I replied. "Anything else?"

"Just consider what other resources you might have; a friend in the police, justice department, or military maybe. Or some sort of specialized training. Next time we talk I want a list of resources that you think might be useful. That's it for now. A cell phone will arrive in a day or two. Don't bring it to work, and keep it hidden at home. Take a walk at 7:00pm to 7:15pm every day and bring it with you, because that's when I'll contact you if I need to, and that's when you can call me if necessary." He instructed.

"All right. I will do as you say."

"Good. I'll be in touch." And the line went dead. Hope. A faint hope to be sure, but it was still hope.

When I got home Sherry tried to ask me how it went, but I put my finger to my lips to let her know I didn't want to talk about it there and then. Later I joined her in the shower, which is something I do occasionally, so she wasn't too surprised. Whispering in her ear I gave her a quick synopsis of the phone call with Jerry. When I was finished she gave me a big, long hug. Hope can be a wonderful thing, I just hoped this one wasn't false.

The club left us alone for the next two weeks and our lives almost returned to normal, except for the occasional calls to Jerry to report on Alex. I also told him that I had an old childhood friend that was in the Army; MP's I think, but I didn't see how that would help. Jerry wrote down his name and said it might come in useful.

Another Friday rolled around and we were enjoying a quiet night at home with the children when the phone rang. Sherry answered, listened to the caller for about half a minute, said "OK", and hung up. "So what was that about, honey?" I asked. She looked around to make sure the children were out of earshot.

"That was Marc, from the club. He said I would be spending the day with him tomorrow and that he would pick me up at 8:00 in the morning." She said without emotion. "I probably won't be home until dark."

"Oh, hell, I wonder what he's up to?" I moaned.

"I don't know, but he's the biggest perv of the group, so I'm a little worried."

What could I say or do to help? Nothing, that's what, and it pissed me off, but I hid that from my wife. She had enough to deal with the way it was.

Marc arrived exactly at 8:00 and Sherry was ready to go. Since he had not told her what to wear, she had on a pair of jeans and a simple sleeveless blouse. I watched as my wife left with Marc, not knowing what would be happening to her the rest of the day except that it would be sexual and humiliating.

I was pretty busy with taking care of the children and doing all the chores, so I didn't have much time to worry about Sherry. She was still on my mind the entire day, though. Finally, around sunset as promised, she came walking through the door. I hardly recognized her. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which she never does. She was wearing a light blue crop-top that said "MILF" on it, no bra, a pair of royal blue short-shorts, and a visor. She looked really tired; I'd never seen my wife looking more haggard.

"I don't want the children to see me like this." She whispered and dashed upstairs. That was when I noticed the word "Juicy" on the back of her shorts. I followed her up and she went straight into the bathroom. She started the shower and stripped out of her clothes. It didn't take long because she wasn't wearing any underwear either. The strangest part though, was the writing on her body. Somebody had written on Sherry's body with what looked like black magic marker. "Slut" was written on her left ass cheek, and "Whore" was written on the right cheek. I turned her around there was even more on her front. Over her left breast there was a tattoo that looked like two intertwined snakes, but upon closer inspection were of a man and a woman fucking. On her left tit was the words "suck me" with an arrow pointing to her nipple, and on the right tit was written "bite me", also with the arrow. I spied some more writing just above her pussy. It said "Taste me!"

"Who did this?" I asked, pointing specifically to the tattoo. "What happened to you?"

"It's a long story, but it'll have to wait. I need this shower first." She mumbled and stepped into the shower. "And don't worry about the tattoo, it's just a temporary airbrush."

I had to go back downstairs and check on the children so I left my wife to her shower. Sherry stayed in there for a long time, much longer than she usually does. Probably trying to wash off the magic marker. When she finally came back downstairs she looked better. I wanted to ask about the tattoo and the writing, but I didn't want to do that in front of the children, so that would have to wait.

The kids ran to their mother and wanted to know where she had been all day. We don't like to lie to our children, but sometimes it was more important to shield them from harmful truths that they couldn't understand, so she lied. Later, after they were in bed, she told me the entire lewd tale.

Sherry's account: Marc drove us to a small airfield outside of town and parked by an airplane hanger. Inside was a single engine airplane that could seat four people, although it looked like it was only the two of us today. I didn't know he was a pilot, but he said the airplane was his and that we were going somewhere special. It wasn't long before we were in the air and climbing away from the airfield. I had never flown in an airplane that small before, so it was kind of fun.

After about forty-five minutes or so we landed at another small airfield near a small lake and some sort of development. I didn't know where we were but I figured it had to be at least a couple of hundred miles from home. I asked Marc where we were and he said it was a private resort and that his family had a permanent membership. He taxied the plane to a parking spot and shut down the engine. When he got out of the airplane he pulled a small shopping bag out of the back and took it with him.

There was an electric golf cart sitting nearby, apparently waiting for us. As Marc negotiated his way to wherever we were going I looked around. The place was well maintained, all the roads were smooth, the landscaping immaculate, and there were flower beds everywhere. We passed a pool, tennis courts, and a ball field. Finally we arrived what looked like condominiums or town homes and he pulled into the driveway in front of one.

"This one is owned by my family, but it's mine this weekend." He informed me as he showed me inside. It was very nicely furnished and looked clean and comfortable. He handed me the bag and said "We're going to the beach so we'll need to change into something appropriate. I took the liberty of buying you something to wear. Please put this on, but only what's in the bag; nothing else."

He went into the kitchen, leaving me standing there in the living room with the bag. I dumped it out onto the sofa. All it contained was a blue crop top with the letters "MILF" on the front, a pair of blue shorts with the word "juicy" emblazoned across the butt, a white visor, sandals, and a scrunchy. I stripped out of my own clothes and put on the outfit provided by Marc. Since he didn't provide any underwear I didn't wear any. Then I used the scrunchy to put my hair up into a pony tail, which I guessed is why he provided it, and put on the visor.

Marc emerged from the kitchen with a small cooler and a beach basket. "Yeah, that looks great. Turn around and let me get the full effect."

I turned turned around slowly for him. "Very good; just what I wanted." He said, more to himself than me. "Here, take this stuff to the cart while I change and wait for me there."

I took the cooler and beach basket out to the golf cart and waited. After a few minutes Marc joined me. He was now wearing a pair of athletic type shorts and a tank top. He drove us past more town homes, manicured lawns, and perfect flowerbeds on the way to the beach. I guessed that it must be on the small lake I saw from the airplane on the way in, and I was right.

The beach didn't look natural; it must have taken many trucks to bring in that much sand. Marc parked the cart, grabbed the cooler and basket, and started walking across the sand. The first part was a swimming area complete with a lifeguard, and it while it wasn't exactly crowded, there were quite a few people there already. We kept walking down the beach as it curved around the small lake. This part of the beach was more sparsely populated and I noticed that some of the women were topless. Marc must have noticed my surprise at the bare breasts.

"This part of the beach is top optional, unofficially." He informed me.

We walked a little further and came upon a volley ball net. Marc pulled out a blanket and put it down on the sand along with the cooler and basket.

"Lay down on the blanket here and I'll put some sunblock on you. With that pale skin of yours you'll fry pretty quickly if I don't." He told me. So I laid down on my stomach and he rubbed the lotion into my exposed skin, which was most of it. He even covered my face and neck.

"There's usually some good games throughout the day, so I like to hang out here." Marc explained.

Sure enough it wasn't long before a couple came down the beach headed our way. They were both young, maybe 20 or 21. She was a cute blond, about 5'10", trim and athletic with what looked like B-cup size breasts. She was wearing a green bikini, not a micro, but it didn't hide much. The guy was about 6' tall, ripped and hansom, in a rugged way. He looked kind of familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. He was wearing swim trunks, a muscle shirt, and a ball cap. The cap was on backwards, of course.

She was carrying a volley ball and he was carrying a duffel bag. They stopped by the net and looked around like they were expecting someone to already be there. They guy came up to us and asked what time it was. Marc told him it was a little after 10:00. He walked back over to the girl and talked to her briefly. Then they both came over to where we were sitting.

"We were supposed to meet some friends here at 10:00 for a game. Since we were late I thought they'd already be here." He explained. "Do you have a cell I can use? I forgot mine."

"No, I never bring it when I come here. Hate being bothered while I'm relaxing." Marc replied.

"That's cool. Is it OK if we hang with you two while we wait for our friends?" The young stranger asked.

"Sure, we don't mind the company." Marc answered. Then he stood up and I followed his lead. "I'm Marc and this is my friend, Sherry." He said as he put out his hand.

"Cool. I'm Chad and this is my girlfriend Tara." He replied as he shook Marc's hand.

With the introductions over we all sat down and chatted. Because of my embarrassment about my situation I didn't really want to talk to these people too much. What if they found out that I was Marc's virtual slave? But I didn't want to be rude, so I walked a fine line.

After a while it was clear that their friends were a no-show. Chad and Tara were disappointed that they would not be able to play. I guess Marc felt sorry for them because he offered to play with them; just a friendly game or two, of course. They accepted.

I had not played in a few years, but I was pretty good when I did. Marc, on the other hand, was very good. I have to admit that I enjoyed the game, except that my top kept creeping up and exposing my breasts when I dove for the ball or jumped up spike. Nobody seemed to care, but it did increase my embarrassment. After three games, in which we had won two, we took a water break.

"So, does MILF mean what I think it does?" Chad asked me.

I looked down, feeling humiliated. "Probably." I mumbled.

"Does your husband know you are here?"

I could feel myself blushing. "No."

"Hmmm, I didn't think so." Chad smirked. "My, my, what a naughty girl you are."

I couldn't look either of them in the eye. They all chuckled, obviously amused at my discomfort, which only made it worse.

"So, ready to get your asses handed to you again?" Marc teased them.

"Hell, you were just lucky. We'll smoke you the next game." Chad bragged.

"Bet you won't."

"What do you want to bet?" Chad challenged.

"Well, I don't have any money with me, but I'll bet Sherry's top against Tara's." Marc offered.

Chad looked at his girlfriend questioningly. Tara winked in answer. "OK, you're on." Chad announced.

Nobody seemed to be bothered that I wasn't asked, but I think by now that Chad and Tara had an inkling that I didn't have much control over what happened to me. The game was fierce but to my surprise we won the game, 25 to 23. True to Chad's word, Tara surrendered her top. He breasts were firm and stood out from her body with no sag at all.

"Give us a chance to get even." Chad requested.

"OK, but what will you bet now? This beach is liberal, but bottomless is not an option."

Chad briefly consulted with Tara. "If we lose again then Tara owes you a blow job."

"All right, but our stake is the same, Sherry's top." Marc stated.

"You're on. Get ready to show us your tits, honey." Chad boasted and looked directly at me.

Again the game was fast and aggressive, but this time we just couldn't stop Chad's spikes and we lost 21 to 23. When they earned that last point the three of them turned and looked at me. I was breathing hard from the exertion of the game, my chest rising and falling in the hot sun. Marc gave me a little nod and I knew I had better remove my top now or risk getting punished out here in front of these strangers. I quickly pulled my top over my head and handed it to Chad under the net.

"We'd better get some sunblock on that white skin of yours." Marc observed. "Hey Chad want to help?"

"Hell yeah!" he cried.

They walked me over to where the blankets were and Marc spread it over my breasts and chest while Chad slathered it on my back and shoulders. Under different circumstances having two hunky men apply lotion to me like that would be enjoyable, but as it was out on a public beach I was too embarrassed.

"Another game?" Chad asked.

"OK, one more, but for all the chips this time." Marc answered.

Chad grinned. "What do you have in mind?"

"If we win then Tara is our plaything for the rest of the day, and if you win then Sherry is yours." Marc suggested.

Chad looked to his topless girlfriend for approval. She smiled mischievously and nodded her assent.

"All right, let's get it on!" Marc yelled.

We led by several points for most of the game, but stumbled near the end. Marc made a couple of bad shots and missed at least one easy save. At the time I might have suspected him of throwing the game, but I couldn't see him passing up the opportunity to get Tara under his control, if even for just a few hours. There were several match-point rounds before Chad and Tara finally put the game away with a nice play that left me diving for a powerful spike. It was kind of ironic that it was my mistake that gave them the last point.

"Woooo!" Chad whooped. "Time to pay up, bud!"

At that point I didn't believe that Marc would really give me over to these two strangers. He couldn't be the reckless with my safety, could he?

"OK, OK, let's talk about the ground rules." Marc said jovially. I couldn't believe my ears; he did intend to just give me to these strangers to do with whatever they wanted to. I was in shock.

"First, you must have her back here by five o'clock; I need to be in the air before dark since I'm flying VFR. Second, you can't injure her or permanently mark her in any way, so no tats or piercings. Third, you can't tell her to do anything that might get her arrested, so no soliciting or theft or anything like that. Fourth, I want you to record every second she is with you using this video camera." Marc ticked off before reaching into the beach basket and pulling out a small device.

Chad looked questioningly at the small silver box studded with buttons. "Sure that'll last long enough?"

"This, my friend, is a state of the art digital video camera. It has an eight hour capacity and by my watch five o'clock is only six hours away. Here, I'll show you how to use it." Marc explained the various controls on camera as Tara and I donned our tops and picked up all the gear. The men continued to talk as we walked back to the golf carts with Tara and I bringing up the rear. I didn't feel like talking to her and she didn't try to start a conversation, but she did keep giving me uncomfortable sidelong glances as she licked her lips.

When we got to golf carts the men agreed to meet at the main entrance. As Marc piloted the little cart through the resort he lectured me.

"You are to obey them just as you would me or any other club member. They will record everything so if you disobey or are too hesitant I will know and you will be punished. Actually I wouldn't mind having an excuse to punish you. Just be warned: I like to humiliate my MILFs publicly when I punish them." He warned. "On the other hand, if you do a good job making them think you are a total cum slut, then maybe I'll reward you."

At the parking lot near the main entrance Chad pushed me into the back seat of his car while he and Tara climbed into the front. As Chad drove Tara used the video camera to record me.




MILF Chronicles Ch. 07



"I have a few more rules for you." Chad shouted from the driver's seat. "You must answer all personal questions anybody asks you honestly, although you can refuse to give out your address and phone number. If anybody asks you about your behavior you are to tell them that you can't get enough sex and that you husband doesn't satisfy you sexually."

"And no matter what the truth is, if asked, you must tell every man that his cock is bigger than your husbands and that he fucks better than your husband too." Tara added. "Oh, and you are bisexual too."

"Also your biggest turn on is being humiliated sexually in public. Even when if it looks like you don't, it really gets you hot." Chad piled on.

We drove on in silence for a while as I digested their instructions. I had a really bad feeling about where this was all going, but I didn't feel like I had any control. Even if I could get away from these people I didn't have any money. I didn't even know what town I was in, and besides I was sure that Alex would destroy our lives if I did try to escape. So I just sat there waiting for us to get to wherever we were going, determined to just take things moment by moment.

They lived in nice loft-style apartment that looked like it was originally a warehouse. It was on the third floor and had an excellent view of the surroundings through the large windows. It looked like the entire area had been revitalized in some sort of recent urban redevelopment effort. So what was once a crumbling warehouse district was now a yuppie haven, although there were still signs of its former usage.

We weren't in the apartment for more than fifteen seconds before Chad said "Let's see what we have here" and stripped me naked. "Not bad for gal your age, not bad at all. I really like the shaved muff. What do you think Tara?"

"Definitely has some potential for a high fun-factor." She answered.

Chad pushed his swim trunks down to his ankles, exposing his half-hard cock, and sat down in a leather chair. "OK slut, show me how good you are at sucking cock." I assumed he was talking to me so I got down on my knees in front of him and took his manhood into my mouth. It stiffened almost immediately and it was obvious that he was bigger than my husband. I went to work doing my best to get him off while his girlfriend recorded my efforts using the camera provided by Marc.

I worked the underside of his cock with my tongue and I bobbed up and down, jacking him off with my mouth and lips. He seemed to be enjoying what I was doing and even said "yeah", and "nice" a few times, so I was a little surprised when Tara spoke up. "Come on, you can do better. Suck that cock! Make him cum!"

I increased my tempo and intentionally started making slurping and sucking noises. I also started jacking him with my hand when I pulled off with my mouth, hoping the extra effort would satisfy his girlfriend. It didn't.

"That's better, but I want to see you take all of him." Tara ordered.

I pushed down and took as much of him as I could, but I couldn't quite get it all in my mouth. Tara must not have been happy with that effort because she pushed down on my head saying "Come on, slut, you can take it all."

I gagged as his bulbous cock head pushed into my throat. I tried pull my head back, but Tara wouldn't allow that. I tried to yell that I couldn't breathe, but that only seemed to stimulate Chad because he jerked forward hurting my nose which was nestled against his pubic bone. Finally after what seemed an eternity she released the pressure on the back of my head and I pulled back completely off his cock to take a deep breath.

"Oh, fuck." Chad exclaimed. "She gave me a hummer. That was great. Do it again."

"You heard him, slut, do it again, but make him cum this time." Tara commanded and pushed my face back down onto Chad's engorged prick. It was a little bit easier this time, but I still gagged a little.

I had to get this over with before I suffocated so instead of trying to yell I started actually humming "If I only had a brain" from the Wizard of Oz. I didn't even make it to the first chorus before he started bellowing that he was cumming. I felt his cock swell in my mouth and then it started pulsing, shooting his seed right into my stomach. It was a very strange feeling, oddly erotic though.

Tara again let my head up, just in time too, and I gasped for air. "Very good. Only a real slut could do that." She insulted me. "Now let's see if you know how to eat pussy." I watched, still trying to catch my breath, as she pulled off her bikini bottoms and sat down on the sofa. She positioned herself with her butt hanging off the cushion and her legs spread wide. "All right pet, use your tongue and make me cum."

I crawled over to her and lowered my head between her legs. While I had some experience with women since I had 'joined' the club, it was more incidental while having sex with a man. This was different, now I was going to give straight oral sex to a woman, and I wasn't sure I could.

"What's the matter, never eaten pussy before? What kind of slut are you?" Tara teased as she pointed the camera at me. God, I couldn't believe I was going to do this at all, let alone be recorded. I think I blushed because she said "Isn't that cute. Now get to it, I want to cum." And she pushed my head down with her free hand.

Her pussy was well trimmed, but not bare like mine. It was covered with a layer of fine blond hair, and the odor, while strong, was not unpleasant. As she pushed my head down I realized that I could no longer avoid it, so I started licking my first pussy. I didn't know what I was doing, so I just did the things that I liked having done to me and tried to pay attention to what she liked.

"Honey, come and take the camera." I heard Tara say. I looked up and saw that she had pushed her bikini top up over her breasts and was playing with one of her nipples while trying to operate the camera with the other. As soon as she handed the camera over to Chad she dropped her hand to the other breast and started pulling on that nipple too.

As I slurped at her increasingly wet pussy she started moaning and bucking against my face. Sensing her impending climax I started lashing at her clit with my tongue while I pushed first one, then two fingers into her gushing hole. I punctuated this by occasionally pulling my fingers out and replacing them with my tongue. After plunging it in and out as deeply as I could a few times I licked all the way back up her slit and started lashing her clit again.

Tara's breathing increased, her body stiffened, and she cried out in ecstasy. I watched as her body shook and trembled, sounds of pleasure issuing from her open mouth. This was the first time I had brought a woman to orgasm and I felt strangely proud of my accomplishment. There I was on the floor between this young woman's legs, her juice smeared all over my face and I was feeling proud of myself. This realization suddenly made me feel embarrassed and ashamed for what I had done. I didn't even know these people and yet look what I was doing. What the hell was wrong with me, I wondered, my emotions a roiling mess.

Chad stood me up and licked his girlfriend's juices off my face, adding humiliation to the mix of feelings I was experiencing. They led me into the bedroom and started looking through some of the drawers in the dresser there, talking quietly to themselves.

"Hey, this would be perfect." Chad announced, holding a small piece of cloth in his hands.

"I don't think it'll fit her." Tara countered.

"Let's try it on, if it's really tight that's even better."

When they approached me I saw that Chad was holding a small white bikini in his hands. The top would be pretty small for Tara with her B-cup breasts, but on me it would be absolutely tiny, if they could even tie it at all. The bottoms were a small thong that tied at the hips. I doubt that even as well as Tara was trimmed down there that she could wear it without some hair showing. On me it would be obscene.

None of this stopped them from putting the tiny suit on me. I was surprised that they managed to get both pieces on and tied, but they did. Chad and Tara seemed to be quite happy with the results and when I saw myself in the full length mirror I was shocked. The tops barely covered my areola and my sex was clearly outlined by the tight thongs. I had no doubt that it would be almost completely transparent if it got wet.

"Doesn't she look like she's trying to relive her youth, with her hair in a ponytail and wearing a bikini that's too small for her?" Chad asked.

"Yes, it's almost perfect. Just one more touch." Tara replied and put a pink visor on my head. "There, now we can go. I can't wait to show her off."

I shivered at the thought of going out anywhere dressed like that, but that's exactly what they had planned. They changed into shorts and t-shirts, Tara also sporting a flowered carry bag over one shoulder, and out into the hall we went. I was shaking like a leaf, but I managed to keep my feet moving.

End of the first part of Sherry's account.

Sherry paused at this point, overcome from recalling the strong emotions and needing a drink. I held her and told her that I didn't need to hear the rest, but she insisted that I did and that for her sake I needed to listen. My emotions were in flux and my stomach was doing flip-flops, but I tried to remain calm and in control on the outside. I thought after everything we had already gone through I was ready for anything. I was wrong, so wrong.

Continued in the next chapter...



MILF Chronicles Ch. 08



Chapter 8: Sherry Exposed

I waited for Sherry to continue recounting her day. She needed to rest her voice and rehydrate her mouth. I held her hand and tried to be strong for her. I told her again that I didn't need to hear the rest of it, that I had a pretty good idea of what happened. She insisted that she had to tell me, that I had to know, that I couldn't possibly imagine what she went through. I wasn't about to argue with her.

Sherry's account continues: As we walked down the hall, my legs shaking, I realized that I wasn't going to make it in that state of mind. And if I broke down and became unable to follow Chad and Tara's instructions the consequences would be disastrous. On the elevator ride down I decided that I had to become the slut that everybody wanted me to be. I sure looked the part.

I thought about what had happened so far and let the eroticism of it all soak into me. The excitement of being topless on the beach playing volleyball. The men hungrily leering at my tits between volleys. The feeling of Chad's cock in my mouth, and then pulsating as it squirted his load down my throat. I recalled the taste of Tara's juicy slit and the sounds of her climax. All of this increased my arousal and started a fire in my pussy. I concentrated on those feelings and pushed any doubts or reservations into a box in the back of my mind. God help me, I let loose Sherry-slut one more time.

By the time we strolled out into the bright daylight my legs were no longer shaking, although my entire body felt like it was vibrating with sexual energy. It was an intoxicating feeling and I reveled in it. In a dim corner of my mind I knew that was wrong, but I squashed those thoughts ruthlessly. It was strange, almost like I was watching someone else in my body, yet it was still me.

We didn't go towards the parking lot and the car, however. Instead we headed in the general direction of what passed for downtown in this city. As we walked Chad continued to run the video recorder, usually leaving it on me, but sometimes he focused on the reactions of people we passed. And reactions we got, especially from young men. I savored the appreciative stares and the occasional wolf whistle.

I noticed that this part of town was a mix of seedy and renovated, filled with quaint little shops and dimly lit dives, all mixed together. I could see why the younger crowd seemed to like this area. We walked about three blocks and then Tara led me through a door that said "Claire's Nails". It was a small place with only three stations, two of which were busy. Tara talked to the third woman, a small oriental gal, and then motioned for me to come back.

When we walked out of the little nail salon and back into the daylight I was sporting bright pink nail polish on my fingers and toes. "Don't you think that she needed that splash of color?" Tara asked Chad.

"Oh yeah, she's just adorable now." Chad teased.

We walked another block and then entered a door that had the following painted on it: Ed's Body Art. While I was pondering the meaning of 'Body Art' I noticed that there was an odd smell in the air that I couldn't quite place. Despite the dingy appearance of the place it was quite well lit. Chad started talking to a scrawny guy with tattoos all over his arms and neck. It looked like they continued under his shirt and I was guessing that he was covered in them. In fact, I noticed the other two people in the place, a man and a woman about my age were also covered in ink. Suddenly I knew what 'Body Art' meant and I got scared.

Chad must have noticed my change in demeanor because he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "Don't worry, I'm just getting you a temp -- it's only airbrushed on. It'll wash off completely."

I let out a breath that I hadn't been aware I was holding. Chad and the 'artist' named Skid (I kid you not), led me back to one of the work stations. Skid showed Chad some albums full of pictures and after flipping though one he found what he wanted in the second one, stabbing his finger at his selection. A quiet discussion ensued that I couldn't make out and then Skid went about cleaning the area above my left breast with an alcohol wipe. He cleaned a very large area, right down to the edge of my bikini top, or in other words, almost to my nipple.

When he set up to paint me I could finally see the picture. At first I thought it was abstract, then maybe two snakes intertwined, but after a few moments I realized it was a man and a woman having sex. Underneath it had a caption that said "LUST". I was already garnering a lot of attention, now I was getting this 'graphic' art painted on me. How much more could these two humiliate me, I wondered. Inwardly I shuddered as I realized the answer: probably a lot more.

Skid took plenty of liberties with my tits as he expertly applied the paint; sometimes brushing against one with his arm, and other times palming the left one to "protect the bikini" from the paint. Finally it was done and they stood me in front of a mirror to see what it looked like. It wasn't as large as I thought it would be, however it was quite noticeable. Even though the letters were backwards I could tell the caption was wrong, however. What did it say now? Some letters are the same backwards as forwards, even in fancy script, so I could see the first two were M and I. Oh, my god, Chad had him change it to MILF!

Then Skid took a picture of me, supposedly for his album, but I suspected there were other reasons.

"Hey, how about one without the top, for my private album?" Skid asked me. I glanced quickly at Chad. I wasn't surprised when he nodded slightly. I knew that I'd be doing a lot more of this before the day was done and Sherry-slut was more than willing, so I took off the bikini top right there in front of Skid and the other two "artists". Actually it felt kind of good to get the tight top off, if only for a little while. And although I was embarrassed, I was also excited by the exhibitionism. Skid noticed my nipples hardening.

"Does this turn your crank honey?" He asked lewdly.

Remembering the narrative that Chad and Tara had provided me I looked down and answered. "Yes, it does."

Skid took another picture. "Look up, at the camera." He instructed. When I complied he took another picture. "It looks like you are embarrassed too."

"Yes." Was all I could muster.

He turned to Chad. "Strange chick, man. Hot, but strange."

"You have no idea." Chad said enigmatically.

After Tara helped me put the tiny top back on we headed back outside, Chad still recording everything with the small video camera. We crossed the street and walked another half a block, stopping in front of an arcade. I didn't think such places still existed, but apparently there were still a few left.

Chad turned to Tara. "I think it's time for some fun and games." He said as he pushed the door open.

Inside it was dim and raucous, full of youthful energy. There were several rows of video games, a row of pinball machines, and even a row of skee-ball games against one wall. And everywhere there were young people playing, talking, laughing, and rough-housing. For the most part they were male and around 20 years old, although there were some young women as well. As Chad led us to the first video game I received plenty of stares, but the crowd parted for us and kept back a few steps. I didn't know if they were intimidated by the camera or by me, but I knew it wouldn't last long.

Chad had me play against him on a shooting game where you got points added for killing the bad guys and points deducted for hitting civilians. Now I don't play video games and I've never actually shot a gun before, so I didn't do too well. Chad easily beat me and everybody around us laughed at my pathetic score. After that we played a racing game, a martial arts fighting game, and even a pinball machine. I lost at every one of them, although I kept it much closer on the pinball table which I had at least some experience on from my youth.

As time went on the crowd around us got bigger and closer. They started brushing up against me during the game and bumping into me when we moved to the next one. Their whispers became louder and louder until I could begin to pick up some of what was being said. They were talking about my body and how they'd like to get their hands on me, calling me a slut, MILF, hard body, etc. But they weren't the only ones looking; I glanced at them when I got the chance too, and not just at their faces. All of this was helping to keep my level of sexual excitement high.

"She's not much of a gamer." One man called out after I lost yet again.

"No, but she has other talents." Chad yelled back, causing the crowd around us to chuckle knowingly.

That exchange seemed to embolden some of the young men surrounding us. The accidental touching became more frequent and brazen. While I played pinball, someone, or more likely more than one someone, was playing with my bare ass. Then I felt a tugging at the tie on my left hip and suddenly the front of my bikini bottoms flopped loose; only the string up my ass kept if from completely falling off. I squealed and grabbed at the little piece of cloth, pulling it back over my pussy. As I was attempting to tie it back on someone pulled the bow behind my neck, allowing the small top to fall down, suspended only by the other string around my back.

My tits were now fully on display and I had to make a choice; either tie the bottoms and delay covering up my tits, or put the top back in place and take a chance on losing my bottoms. I decided that the bottoms were more important so I finished tying them while all the men around me admired my bare tits. When I was finished with that, which took longer than it normally should have because the strings were so short, I pulled my top back up and asked Chad to retie it for me. I guess the crowd had made too much noise though, because the manager approached us and told Chad we had to leave because we were drawing too much attention and making too much noise.

But instead of heading towards the front of the arcade where we entered, Chad led us to the back and out a door marked "Emergency Exit Only". A large group of young men followed us out. I guess I should have been flattered, but I was afraid of what might happen next. I found myself standing in an alley facing a chain-link fence and some scattered old buildings on the other side. Chad strode across the crumbling asphalt surface and through a hole in the fence. He held the rusting fence apart as Tara and I ducked through the hole. We walked between two abandoned buildings and emerged into an open area that looked like it was originally part of a factory complex, but was now an open field. There were large concrete structures, old pieces of machinery and empty concrete slabs strewn all over. From the overgrowth of vegetation I guessed there had not been anything manufactured here in decades.

Chad stopped walking and the crowd that followed us from the arcade surrounded the three of us. There was a moment of nervous silence, neither me nor the men sure what Chad had in mind. There must have been a dozen guys around us, I hoped that he didn't expect me to have sex with all of them. I didn't think I could handle that many.

"Guys, this is Sherry. She's kind of shy, but she loves all the attention. So let her know what you think of her." Chad announced. They all started talking at once, and moved in closer to me. 

One was bolder than the rest and stepped right in front of me. "Hey baby, how about a kiss." He said, but didn't wait for my answer and began kissing me. After a few seconds I felt someone pulling me away.

"My turn." And then someone else was kissing me. But that didn't last long either as I was passed to yet another man, and then another. I don't know how many I had kissed before I started feeling hands roaming over my body, and not just from the guy kissing me.

First they were just on my arms and back, then they started squeezing my ass. Suddenly my bikini top was being pulled off from behind, but I couldn't do anything about it because I was being held tight by the man kissing me. Then before I knew it I was passed to the next guy and was kissing him passionately. He was also the first one to reach between us and start playing with my tits.

While I was scared at the turn of events, I was also excited by all the attention from these young men. My nipples were hard and my pussy was getting wetter by the minute. I should have been really scared when the strings to my bikini bottoms were untied and the thin strip of material was pulled away, but I was lost in the eroticism of the moment.

When I didn't object they got even bolder; hands from multiple men on me at all times as I was passed along. Soon fingers were being pushed into my pussy which only made it gush more. Things were getting out of control and the men began pulling their hard cocks out of their baggy shorts and cargo pants. That's when Chad stepped in and pushed a couple of them away.

"All right, all right, back off. We don't want the cops coming and arresting everybody." He shouted. That backed the rest of them off a bit. All this public exhibitionism and fondling was really getting me hot; my nipples were hard and my inner thighs were wet from my juices. Most of the men had their dicks out and were looking at me hungrily.

"Well, I think you've got their complete attention, Sherry." Chad whispered in my ear. "But I don't think it would be fair to leave them like this."

Tara pulled a rug out of her bag and laid it on the ground by my feet. "Why don't you show them how much you appreciate their attention, babe." She said. I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do and when she saw my confusion she hissed at me "Masturbate for them, you idiot. Unless you want to fuck them all."

I quickly laid down on the rug and started running my hands over my body, avoiding my tits and pussy at first. They all gathered around and started pumping their cocks as they watched me. After teasing them for a while I started playing with my tits, squeezing and caressing them the way I liked it. My nipples were aching to be pinched and pulled, and I couldn't hold back for long. All the men were now telling me how sexy I was and hot I was making them as they pulled on their meat. This made me hotter and I couldn't keep my hands off my pussy. I was rubbing my clit with one hand and plunging two fingers into my sopping hole with the other.

I was groaning and thrashing on the rug, out in the open, surrounded by a dozen young men stroking their hard cocks. It was the single most erotic thing I had ever done and my climax was fast approaching. "Oh god, oh god, I'm going to cum." I moaned. "Cum with me, do it, do it."

The first guy came with a loud groan and I felt his spunk land on my stomach. This was followed by a couple of others, one of them right on my face. That's all it took for me. My orgasm built higher and higher, tensing my body and bringing me to sexual heights I had never reached before. Then like a swollen dam it broke and waves of pleasure swept over me like a tsunami. I was thrashing and bucking on the ground and was vaguely aware of more men standing above me and shooting their loads. My orgasm rolled on and on making my body jerk and spasm over and over again.

Finally it ended and as I reveled in post orgasmic bliss I remember looking up at all the young men standing over me clapping and hooting. I looked down at my body. It was covered in sweat and man cum. When I looked back up some of them were taking pictures with their cell phones. At the time I was kind of flattered, but later I hoped they didn't show up on the Internet.

Tara ordered me to scoop up all the cum I could with my hands and put it in my mouth. This didn't seem as perverted to me now as it would have a day ago, and besides, it was a practical way to clean it off. After I got as much as I could, Tara produced a couple of wet napkins like the kind you get at a rib joint and helped clean up the remaining residue. A couple of the guys helped me up and supported me when I discovered my legs were still a bit wobbly. They all hugged and kissed me and thanked me for the show. I was also told I was welcome for a repeat performance any time. The men wandered off when Chad made it clear the show was over and Tara helped me put the bikini back on.

"It's your turn, where now?" Chad asked Tara.

"I was thinking of visiting Tommy." Tara mused.

"Oh, you are a nasty girl today." He replied. "Let's go."

Chad led us away in the direction of one of the abandoned factory buildings. As we walked through the empty dim structure I wondered what time it was. How much longer would I have to endure the lascivious whims of this couple? How did they become this perverted at such a young age? We came out the other side by another fence, but this one had a gaping hole in it that allowed us to exit without Chad's assistance. Across the street stood a building that looked like it was originally a store front of some kind but sported a sign that said "Conrad Arms Apartments". We crossed the street and Tara produced a key to the front security door and led us inside.

We walked up to the second floor and about half way down the hallway to apartment 215. Tara didn't knock, she simply walked right in. "Tommy, are you here?" she called out.

"In here." A voice called back from somewhere inside.

Tommy was sitting in the living room area which was dominated by a large window with a sliding glass door that led out to a small balcony. Almost as large was a wide-screen plasma TV which was currently being used to play a video game.

"Just a sec, I've almost got this boss beat." Tommy said to us without skipping a beat as he mashed buttons on the video game controller. Everybody except me seemed to be riveted to the huge TV screen. I looked around at the sparsely furnished apartment, concluding that Tommy spent all his money on the TV and video games.

A blood-splattered image appeared on the screen with the words "You Lose!" in large letters. "Shit, I thought I had him that time." Tommy spat. He turned around and froze when his eyes landed on me. "Well, well, what do you have here, Sis?"

Sis? Tommy is Tara's brother? I wondered if Tommy was a perverted as his sister.

"Hmmm, just a little something we picked up at the resort." Tara answered.

Tommy stood up; he was over six feet tall, probably by three or four inches. He took several steps and stopped in front of me. He looked me up and down, especially my tattoo.

"MILF, eh?" He mused. "Does your husband know you are here?"

"No, not really." I answered.

"No, of course not." He replied and started circling me. "So, why are you here?"

"Your sister brought me here." I answered truthfully.

"That's not what I meant." He said from behind me, his breath hot on my neck. "Why aren't you at home with your husband?"

I knew what he wanted to hear, and what Tara wanted me to tell him. "He doesn't satisfy me." I said.

Tommy moved to my left. "In what way doesn't he satisfy you?" He pressed, leaning in close.

"Sexually." I whispered.

"What did you say?"

"Sexually." I repeated louder.

"That's what I thought." He was back in front of me, smiling wickedly. "So, you are looking for excitement, sexual satisfaction?"

I nodded, not sure of my voice at that point.

"If that's so, then show me your tits. Or at least the rest of them." He snickered.

I removed the tiny white bikini top and handed it to him. He gazed at my tits, the nipples once again like chiseled points, and smiled his approval. I was starting to get used to men doing that. Was that wrong?

"Yours sis?" He asked as he threw the bikini top in Tara's direction. She just smiled and caught it. "Nice tits for a mommy." Tommy stated, then looked me in the eye. "So, does your husband have a big cock?"




MILF Chronicles Ch. 08



"No." I answered. "It's kind of small."

"Well, then little slut, you are in for a treat." He boasted. "Check out what I have in my shorts."

With trembling hands I pulled out the waistband of his shorts and reached inside. His cock was only half hard, but it was already quite large. It continued to grow as I held it, first with one hand and then both. This was truly the largest cock I had ever held. It was at least half again as long and thick as my husbands. He must have sensed my amazement.

"Yeah, that's usually the first reaction." Tommy chuckled. "But trust me; there's more."

He put his hand on the back of my head and slowly pushed me down until I was on my knees and my face was inches from his monstrous, engorged dick. I opened my mouth as far as I could and felt it slide past my lips as he continued to put downward pressure on my head. When his cock had gone as far as I could take it I pushed back and he relented. I was glad that he had not kept pressing down because I had only deep throated for the first time that day, and Tommy's cock was much larger than Chads.

"So, what do you think?" Tara asked from behind him.

"Hmmm, not bad, not bad at all." He moaned.

"So where's Sam?" Chad inquired as if he and Tommy were just having a nice conversation over a beer.

"Ugh. Out. Shopping I think." Tommy managed to answer.

I wondered who Sam was and whether he would return in time to have sex with me as well. I continued to work Tommy's cock with my tongue and lips. As my saliva started running down the lower half of his cock I began pumping it with my hand. My mouth was opened all the way and my jaw muscles started hurting after a while, so I pulled his cock completely out so I could get some relief. He must have seen me wincing as I closed my mouth and worked my lower jaw back a forth a few times.

"I was wondering how long you'd last." He chuckled. "Not too bad for your first try; you just need more practice. But not right now, come here." He commented as he pulled me to my feet and let me to the sliding glass door leading out to the balcony. He opened the door and pushed me through the threshold and up against the heavy railing. Once again I was exposed in public and waiting to get fucked by a strange man.

Tommy pushed on my back, leaning me over he railing. Although I am not normally afraid of heights and the railing was quite sturdy, this still position still made me feel a bit uneasy so I gripped the top of the railing tightly with both hands. This also left my tits hanging out over the balcony leaving anyone below with a great view. I closed my eyes; I didn't want to know if anybody was watching. He slid his hands over my ass, cupping both cheeks and giving them a squeeze.

"I love the public exposure, don't you?" He asked as he licked his way down my spine. The sensation was powerful, almost like static electricity ticking it's way down my back.

"Yes." I moaned, not knowing or caring too much at this point what the truth was.

When he reached my ass he ran his tongue between my cheeks as he toyed with the ties holding my bottoms on. He kept running his tongue between my cheeks and planting little kisses on them. It distracted me so much that I didn't even notice he had untied the bows holding the little bikini bottoms together until he was pulling them off.

Even as he continued to his oral assault on my ass he reached under me and ran his hand over my wet pussy. I jumped a little when he rubbed my clit. I was hot and ready to be fucked, but he played with me for a while more. I think he enjoyed making me wait.

When he finally stood up I knew it was time for the main event. Even though I was expecting it I gasped as he pushed the head of his huge cock into my hot dripping hole from behind. It was so big! Even just the head was almost too much. He seemed to know that I needed time to adjust to him because he just held it there for a while and then pulled out. Then he pushed it back in, but advance a little further this time. Again he paused for a bit before pulling all the way out. He repeated this several more times before I felt him bumping up against my cervix and let out a yelp.

"Ouch, that's all I can take." I whimpered.

"Don't worry, most women can't take all of me. It's the price I pay for my gift." He told me. "Actually you've taken more that I thought you would."

I was wondering what 'gift' he was talking about because his size was the problem, but I didn't have much time to ponder that because he started seriously fucking me. I had to admit that his cock felt very good as it slid in and out of me. It was really hitting my g-spot just right and I could feel my climax building. I heard voices from below us and I opened my eyes just enough to see that a couple on the sidewalk below looking up at us and pointing. I wasn't sure what they were saying, but I could guess. I shut my eyes tightly again, the embarrassment too much for me. The heat rising in my face as I blushed seemed matched by the heat building in my pussy.

Then he reached around and started flicking and rubbing my clit with his finger. He carefully controlled his thrusting so that he didn't bottom out in me too much, but it was still enough to make my tits swing and jiggle as they hung down over the railing. I heard more voices below, but I couldn't look again. It sounded like more than one couple now. How many would watch me get fucked as my tits jiggled and swung in plain sight?

At this last thought I came suddenly and hard. As the pleasure was washing over me I opened my eyes and saw a small crowd of about seven or eight people on the sidewalk and street below. As my climax subsided Tommy bellowed he was cumming and held me motionless, fully impaled on his cock as it spasmed and spewed his semen deep into me. The crowd clapped. I was mortified, but still still incredibly turned on. Tommy relaxed, backed out of me and stepped away. I turned around to see him sitting on a patio chair.

"Just give me a minute or two to recover. Then we can continue. I'm not done with you yet."

That's when I noticed that he had not gotten soft yet; his cock was just as hard as when we had started. I'd never known a man that didn't get at least partly soft after his orgasm. I looked at him in mild surprise.

"Yes, now you understand, don't you. You understand my gift." He said.

"You don't go soft?" I asked quietly.

"Not unless I want it to." He answered with a wolfish grin.

Then I remembered that Chad and Tara where there, watching and recording everything. For some reason that felt more perverted than me having sex with a complete stranger on his apartment balcony while people watched from below.

"Hey Sis," Tommy looked past me, "is she any good at pussy licking?"

"Not too bad, but she could use some practice." Was the answer from behind me.

"That sounds like a good idea." Tommy said to Tara and looked back to me. "Let's get back inside."

We went back inside and Tommy had me lay down on the floor on my back as Tara nonchalantly pulled off all her clothes in front of her brother. This shocked me a little, but this seemed to be the day for shocking experiences. Tara put her knees on either side of my head and lowered her sex onto my face. I knew what I had to do and started licking her and sucking her clit. Soon I felt her doing the same to me. It felt good but I missed Tommy's cock in my pussy, I'm ashamed to admit.

Suddenly I saw a hard dick approaching Tara's entrance. From the size I knew it was Chad's, but of course it had to be Chad's. He started fucking Tara, his balls slapping against my face. This was a very weird situation for me and as I was trying to adjust to it I felt a cock press into the entrance of my hot cunt. Yes, it was Tommy, come to fill me up again. It felt good as he slowly fucked me, and then I felt Tara's tongue dart around my entrance and I could have swore that she was licking her brother's cock at the same time!

This send a jolt right through me. This was just too kinky for me to assimilate. As this continued I could almost see in my mind Tara's tongue licking her brother's shaft as it glided in and out of my pussy. As perverted and wrong as this was it ignited a new fire in my belly that I couldn't stop. As I became more and more turned on I started licking Chad's cock too, just like I could feel Tara was doing to Tommy.

"Hey Chad, let's switch." Tommy offered.

"OK." Chad replied cheerfully, "I'd like a shot at the slut's cunt."

Now I was really in shock. Was Tommy really going to fuck his own sister? My silent question was answered when his huge shiny cock, wet with my juices, slowly disappeared into Tara's well-lubricated hole. I should have been disgusted, and a small corner of my mind was, but my passion spiraled out of control at the sight of it. I started licking and sucking on Tara's pussy with wild abandon as my climax neared. I began shaking as the pleasure center in my brain started to overload, and yet I still did not cum. I felt Chad pumping me for all he was worth and Tara lashing my clit wildly. Still I didn't cum. I felt like every nerve ending in my body was on fire as I watched Tommy's cock slamming in and out of his sister's pussy. HIS SISTER!

My orgasm exploded, radiating from my pussy and spreading though my entire being. It washed over me again and again, causing my body to spasm almost continually. Tara was mashing her sex down into my face and I kept trying to pleasure her, but it was difficult to do with my own orgasms coming one on top of the next. Finally Tara came in a screaming, trembling climax of her own and Chad pumped his seed into my quivering pussy. I don't think Tommy came again, but he withdrew from his sister anyway. Tara lay still on me, totally spent for the moment.

"Can anybody join this party?" I heard a new voice ask. I opened my eyes to the sight of a young woman standing nearby. She was cute, about five-seven with long copper-brown hair and B-cup sized tits. I know this because she had her shirt lifted up and was playing with a nipple while her other hand was down her shorts.

"Hey Sam." Tara sighed contentedly. "Sure, you can play with our new toy too."

End of part 2 of Sherry's account.

Once again my wife paused in her retelling of the day's events. This time I think she was overtaken by the emotions of the memories, reliving the events as she related them to me. I simply held her hand and waited as she sipped her drink. I noticed that she was looking down at my crotch and the obvious bulge there.

"I'm sorry." I stammered. "I don't know why it's doing that."

"I know why it's doing that, you silly man." She said playfully. "I'm telling you a very erotic story. Of course it's going to have that effect. I'd worry about you if it didn't."

At that moment my respect for my wife grew immensely. Then she reached out, unzipped and unbuckled my pants, and fished out my erection.

"Here, this will give me something to play with while I tell you about the rest of the day." She said.

Who was I to argue with that logic?

*

Continued in the next chapter.



MILF Chronicles Ch. 09



Chapter 9: Sherry Humiliated

Part 3 of Sherry's account begins here.

“Can anybody join this party?” I heard a new voice ask. I opened my eyes to the sight of a young woman standing nearby. She was cute, about five-seven with long copper-brown hair and B-cup sized tits. I know this because she had her shirt lifted up and was playing with a nipple while her other hand was down her shorts.

“Hey Sam.” Tara sighed contentedly. “Sure, you can play with our new toy too.”

I had thought that Sam was a man, but obviously 'Sam' it was short for Samantha.

She offered me her hand, the one that had been down her pants I noticed. “Then come with me toy, I want to have some fun too.”

I tried to get up, but my legs were numb and I could hardly feel them. Sam, with surprising strength, pulled me to my feet.

"Got the post cum wobblies, do we?" She observed.

"Actually I'm surprised she can stand after that." Tara opined. "She really is a slut."

"No, she's a super-slut." Chad interjected. "Super-slut Sherry!" Everybody got a good laugh at my expense. I was just trying to keep from falling down.

"Come on, time to see if that's true." Samantha said and led me by the hand down the short hallway and into the bedroom. She pushed me down onto the large bed and started pulling her clothes off. Then she  rummaged around in the closet, just out of sight. When she reemerged she was wearing a leather harness with a fake cock sticking out. I knew what a strap-on was, of course, but up until then had never actually seen one. She climbed up on the bed near my head and pushed the plastic penis into my face.

"Suck my dick." She commanded. "I want it warm and wet before I fuck you with it."

I allowed her to put the fake cock into my mouth and I started sucking on it as if it were real. This wasn't actually all that strange to me since I always warmed up my own dildos at home the same way before using them. Putting a cold dildo into your snatch is not generally a pleasurable experience.

After her rubber erection was sufficiently wet and warm, Samantha repositioned herself between my legs and slowly penetrated me with it. She knew just how to make it feel good and soon I was pushing my hips up and meeting her thrusts. Apparently the dildo was stimulating her clit as well because she was moaning in pleasure with me.

I don't know exactly when they entered the room, but I noticed that the men were there watching us. Chad was working the video camera (damn that camera), and Tommy was slowly stroking his still-hard cock. Then Tara appeared in my peripheral vision and when I turned to look at her I saw that she too was wearing a strap-on. Her fake cock was longer, but smaller in diameter than the one Samantha was using.

Tara was rubbing some lube onto her rubber dick. "Hey Sam, let's DP this bitch. Get on the bottom, I want her ass."

Samantha climbed off and laid down next to me. I straddled her and reinserted her dildo into my pussy. Tara pushed me forward until I was laying flat on top of Samantha, my tits mashed into hers. I have to admit that felt kind of sexy. When I felt a finger wiggling into my butt I knew what was coming next.

I tried to relax my rectal muscles as Tara pushed a second finger into my bum. When she withdrew them I tried to remain calm and relaxed. I could feel her weight shifting on the bed as she tried to find the right angle and balance. Then I felt the tip of her plastic prick press against my butt hole. To her credit, she eased it in slowly, stopping every inch or so to let me adjust. Once it was all the way in she paused briefly and then withdrew. She pushed it back in using one long continuous stroke. It still hurt a little, but the pain was manageable.

Tara started a steady in-out rhythm and Samantha joined her. When Tara pulled the dildo out of my ass, Samantha would push hers into my pussy, and vice versa. I had been DP'ed before, but the fact that this was two women made it very different. My emotions were all over the map, but my ass and pussy agreed that this felt really good. Samantha began kissing me and it all felt so sensuous that I just couldn't help kissing her back. I decided that women are generally better kissers than men.

After a couple of minutes of this Samantha had a big orgasm, but Tara just kept thrusting through it. When she recovered, Samantha starting fucking my pussy with her fake cock again. After a few more minutes of this I unbelievably felt my own climax building once more. Maybe I was a slut; surely no ordinary woman could enjoy this much sex!

I noticed that Tara's thrusts became irregular and out of sync with Samantha. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Tommy was fucking Tara from behind as she fucked me. I turned back and looked at Samantha. She must have noticed the look on my face.

"Yeah, isn't it hot watching Tommy fuck his own sister?" She whispered in my ear. "It's just so wicked, don't you think?"

"But it's so wrong." I hissed back in her ear.

"Yes, but it's also so fucking hot." She cooed back. "Just imagine what it's like to fuck your own brother."

"Oh god, oh god." I moaned loudly. "I'm cumming!" And yet another strong orgasm ripped through me. If this kept up I was going to be too weak to move before this day was over.

I think my climax triggered Chad and Tara to cum again as well, and soon we were all laying on the bed, a sweaty but satisfied mess. The women took off their harnesses and dropped them on the floor. I think they weren't that comfortable.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm taking a shower." Tara announced and got off the bed.

I was still too exhausted to move. Samantha rolled over and started caressing my hair. She didn't say anything to me, but kissed me tenderly on my cheek and neck, like my husband does after we have finished making love. It was a soft side of her that I had not seen yet, nor expected.

Then I felt the bed move and looked to see Tommy climbing between Samantha's  legs. She laid back flat for him as he guided his still-hard cock into her. This guy was truly amazing; I'd never seen anything like it. I guess he did have a gift.

He was moving slowly, making love to her, not just fucking. She pulled my head to her and we kissed softly for a while before she pushed my face down the her breasts. I suckled her gently while Tommy  slowly stroked his massive organ in and out making soft squishing noises.

Eventually Samantha had a quiet, but obviously very pleasant orgasm. After it was over with she pushed me and Tommy off of her and stood up.

"Come on," she said, taking my hand, "it's time we showered too."

I got up off the bed and followed her to the bathroom. The shower was not large, but it had enough room for two if you didn't mind being cozy. At that point I didn't mind; it was nice to be treated tenderly after all the demanding sex that had been forced on me.

Samantha soaped me up, lingering on the 'naughty bits' while avoiding the tattoo. After she rinsed me off and washed my hair, I did the same for her. When we were finished we dried off and brushed out each others hair. As we exited the bathroom I almost felt human again.

We were greeted by the smell of pizza. Samantha didn't bother getting dressed and led me directly out into the kitchenette area nude. Apparently they were all comfortable being naked around each other. It didn't bother me as much as I thought it would.

"There you are." Chad commented. "We ordered some pizza if you are hungry."

Actually I was famished.

"Too bad you were in the shower when it was delivered; I wanted to have you tip the delivery boy." Tara said as she looked directly at me. "We told him he'd have to take an IOU and that maybe we could hook up with him later."

I was hoping the opposite, but if I knew these two they would put some effort into finding him before the day was out. I wolfed down a couple of pieces of pizza and slurped down a diet soda. After we were done eating Chad announced that it was time to go, so everybody got dressed except me; I couldn't find that damn bikini.

"I think before we give Sherry her bikini back that we should tag her." Chad said.

"That sounds like fun." Samantha replied. "I'll get the marker."

When she returned she handed a black magic marker to Chad. "You should start since it's your idea."

Chad was the first, but they all took turns writing messages on my body. When they were done they stood me in front of a mirror and showed me what they had written and where they had written it. Just above my left nipple were the words “suck me” with an arrow pointing at the nipple. Above my right nipple were the words “bite me”, again with an arrow pointing at the nipple. Just above my slit on my lower abdomen was written “taste me!”. On my left butt cheek was the word “SLUT” on the right “WHORE”. The bikini would hide almost none of it. I was mortified; how could I go back into public with this obscene writing all over me? But that's exactly what they intended.

So there I was, once again walking down the street in that damn bikini, but this time I also had writing on my body which was attracting even more attention, although I didn't think that was possible. Everybody we passed gawked at me, craning their necks in an attempt to read it all, which was difficult because some of it was partially covered by the bikini, but that didn't stop some of them from trying. I was feeling so humiliated, especially because of the words on my exposed ass cheeks.

We took a different route back to Chad and Tara's apartment. As far as I could tell we were going around the old factory that we went through before. This took us past more store fronts and regular people. Fortunately there didn't seem to be any children in this part of town. In fact, I hadn't seen many women either.

A few of men we passed asked me how much I charged for sex, but Chad either told them I wasn't for sale or that they couldn't afford me. And everywhere it seemed that people had cameras, either little compact pocket units or in their cell phones. I was losing hope that I could keep this day a secret; surely some of these pictures would wind up on the Internet. The only thing I had going for me was that the way I was dressed I didn't really look like myself, so maybe nobody would recognize me. If someone did I could always deny it. Still, this could come back to haunt me.

We came upon a pizza place and Tara had us stop so she could “duck in for a second”. She came back out in less than a minute and said that “he” would meet us in the alley. I was concerned about what was going on, but Tara led us into an alley the ran between the pizza place and the next store front. As we walked down the alley, a side door opened about twenty feet ahead and a geeky looking boy in a dirty apron stepped out. He looked to be about 18 or 19 years old, thin and generally kind of “rumpled”.

“Time to tip our pizza delivery guy. Gotta pay off that IOU.” Tara gloated. “What did we promise you, a blow job?” She asked him.

He nodded his head up and down slowly, probably still not believing what was happening. Tara looked at me and I knew what I had to do. I knelt down in front of him and lowered his zipper. His legs were trembling; I didn't know if from fear or excitement. I reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. It was on the small side and very hard. I took the whole thing into my mouth easily. His crotch smelled like he hadn't bathed in a couple of days and I almost gagged. I began licking the underside of his dick as I bobbed up and down on him. I don't think he lasted more than thirty seconds before he was groaning and shooting his semen into my mouth.

I got to my feet and he fell to his knees. This day had been a train wreck of ironies.

“That was the best thing I've ever felt.” The boy stammered.

“Lots better than your hand, huh?” Tara teased and turned around to leave.

I followed her out of the alley; the delivery boy still on his knees as far as I knew. We continued on our trip back to their apartment. The attention from the men we passed did not abate, even a few of the women took pictures and whistled at me. For some reason that was even more embarrassing than when the men propositioned me.

We were, I had judged, over the half-way point in our trip back when we came upon an unexpected sight. There was a space between the older buildings on this street that looked like it had been cleared of an entire building. In this space there was a small park, complete with a small fountain and some stone benches. The grass and landscaping was surprisingly well maintained making this park a strange, but  welcome oasis in the middle of an urban area. As Tara and Chad led me into the peaceful little park I noticed a plaque that dedicated the park to the people of the city by some rich benefactor; probably the original land owner, but I didn't get to finish reading it because Chad dragged me away to the far side of the fountain.

Chad and Tara silently removed the little bikini, and once again I was stark naked outside, but this was the most public place yet. I was instructed to lay down on a stone bench where I was completely shielded from the street by the stone base of the fountain. The stone felt warm against my back as the early summer sun beat down on my front side.

“You know what would be really fun?” Tara asked her partner. “If we were to just leave her here like that while we hid somewhere nearby so that we could still record whatever happened.”

“Oh, shit!” I thought. “She can't be serious.”

“Yeah that would be hot.” Chad responded.

I waited for one of them to speak up and denounce this terrible idea. I wanted to scream a them, “No! You can't do that!” As the fear rose in my mind.

“But I don't think we can. Things could too easily get out of our control and we can't risk that.” Chad finally decided. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

“Oh pooh.” Tara exclaimed. “I'd like to try that sometime.”

“Maybe, but it would have to be planned ahead of time better.” Chad remarked.

I wasn't quite sure what they were talking about, but I didn't really care either. I was just happy they weren't planning on leaving me here to be mob raped, which is what I was sure would happen if they did. Instead Chad and Tara sat down on another stone bench about ten or fifteen feet from where I lay.

At first we were undisturbed. I could hear the traffic occasionally going by on the unseen street and the mummer of voices as people walked past the little park on the nearby sidewalk. I kept expecting someone to join us by the fountain and notice me laying there nude, but as the minutes ticked by and nobody entered the park I began to relax. Maybe it just wasn't used that much by the locals, I thought. Maybe they are so used to it they don't even notice it anymore.

I could feel the whispering breeze caressing my body, especially the parts that are normally covered up. This caused my nipples to harden slightly and cooled my pussy due to the copious amounts of moisture between my slightly spread legs. Despite the unyielding stone beneath me and the very public nature of my perch, I was beginning to feel quite comfortable. I could almost believe that this park was our private little sanctuary and that I was safe from prying eyes here.

My illusion was shattered by the the sound of male voices and polyurethane wheels rolling across concrete. I felt the tension in my body rising as the sounds came nearer, but I kept my eyes tightly shut. The crash of fiberglass and steel against brick and mortar brought an abrupt end to the sounds and for a brief moment silence again reigned. My hands tightened uncontrollably on the edges of the stone bench, once again aware of how exposed I was.

“Holy shit.” A male voice whispered.

“What the fuck?” A different male voice exclaimed.

I couldn't help but open my eyes. I was looking up into the faces of two young men, not more than eighteen or nineteen years old. They were holding skate boards and were wearing the typical baggy shorts and shirts of skate-boarders. They were also staring at my naked body lustfully. An involuntary shudder ran down my spine.

“Hey, check out the writing, bro.” The first skater boy said to the other.

“Instructions dude, gotta like it.” The second skater boy responded.

That was when they noticed Chad and Tara. “Hey, is she for real?” The first boy asked them.

“Absolutely. Just follow the instructions and have fun, but if it's not written, you can't do it.” Chad answered. “Understand?”

“Sure dude, no problem.” Skater boy number two acknowledged.

“This one's mine.” The first one proclaimed as he quickly bent down and latched onto my right tit with his mouth. Following the written instructions he playfully started chewing on the nipple.

“That's OK, dude, I've got something else in mind.” Number two said as he moved between my thighs and leaned down over my crotch. He inhaled deeply of my aroma and smiled. Then I lost sight of him as the first boy who was nibbling on my right nipple leaned over me and started licking my left nipple. But then I didn't need to see what the second skater boy was doing because I could feel his tongue exploring my wet slit. My clit was so sensitive now that every time he flicked it I flinched, causing my hips to jump.

“Shit is she wet and ready.” Skater boy two announced. “Let's get Ned and Tammy.”

The first boy broke off, leaving my nipples wet with his saliva. “Yeah, we should share this with Ned.” He agreed. “And who knows, maybe Tammy will be interested too.” He looked at me. “Don't go anywhere now.”

They retrieved their boards and set off, presumably in search of their friends. Chad and Tara made no move to leave, so I guessed that they were planning on waiting for the return of the skate board gang. I wondered how long they would wait though, thinking that we would be late getting back to Marc if we delayed here too much longer. As I waited I tried to relax again, but I couldn't regain that feeling that I had before the skater boys arrived. The hard stone bench now brought only discomfort, and the scorching sun hurt my eyes. The cool breeze across my nipples evaporated the saliva, but also kept them hard. I'm sure the moisture coating my inner thighs and the entire surface of my sex must have been glistened in the bright afternoon sun. I imagined that I looked like a total wanton slut laying naked in the little idyllic inner-city park, but then that was the point.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of voices and skateboards wheels. It sounded like there were more than two this time. The first two must have found their friends. My pulse, which had slowed some, shot back up.

“She's right over here, man.” I heard a familiar voice say. It sounded like skater boy number one.

“This better not be a joke man or I'll kick your ass.” Warned someone else with a voice I didn't recognize. Was this Ned?

I turned my head in the direction of the fountain and the voices. I saw them coming around the big stone base just as the first skater boy responded.

“No joke...see?”

They all skidded to a stop just a few feet from me. “Holy shit!” The new skater exclaimed. He looked to be a bit older than the others, maybe 25.  He was obviously trying to hold onto his youth as he was dressed the same as the others and had at least three days worth of facial hair making him look kind of scruffy. The other skater was a girl judging by her fine features and full lips, and the fact that the first two had said they were bringing back “Ned and Tammy”. Otherwise she seemed to be hiding her femininity with short hair and a loose top that hid her breasts.

“You weren't lying Skid.” Ned said as he addressed the first skater boy, which I now knew was named “Skid”. It seemed like a strange name, but then again given my situation, who was I to judge?




MILF Chronicles Ch. 09



“We can do whatever is written on her.” Skid informed the new arrivals and looked at Chad. “Right?” They all looked over at Chad and he just nodded yes.

Ned started with my tits, but it didn't take him long to displace Skid between my legs. He lapped up my juices which were flowing pretty freely again, but he really liked the way I jumped when he flicked my clit with his tongue. It was so sensitive and over stimulated that it was painful when he did it, but he mistook my reaction as pleasure and took great delight in doing it over and over. The boys working on my tits were bringing me pleasure however, causing the pain from my clit to morph into a kind of exquisite pleasure. Tammy watched intently, but did not move from the spot where she had jumped off her skateboard.

After five or ten minutes the three young men seemed to tire of licking and biting my erogenous zones and grouped back around Tammy who was now staring at my tits.

“Go ahead,” whispered Ned in Tammy's ear, “you know you want to.”

Tammy shook her head, but not too convincingly.

“Come on, I know you want to.” Ned continued to goad her. “You may never get another chance.”

Tammy didn't shake her head this time and actually took a faltering step forward.

“That's it, I know you want to. Just go for it.” Cooed Ned as he pushed her gently forward.

The young woman let Ned push her forward until she was standing next to me. Then he pushed down on her shoulders until Tammy was kneeling. She was biting her lower lip at this time and appeared to be trembling slightly. Ned took her hand and placed it on one of my tits and I could feel a tremor go through it. For a moment she didn't do anything, but slowly, oh so slowly she began moving her hand. First just wiggling her fingers, pressing them against my soft tit flesh, then eventually exploring and running her palm over my extremely hard nipple.

When she started pinching and pulling on my nipple Ned pushed slightly on the back of her head, pushing it towards my other tit. That's all it took, she lowered her mouth onto my quivering breast all by herself and started to lash my nipple with her tongue. I was enjoying her tender ministrations when someone pulled my hand free from the grip I had on the side of the bench and placed it on one of Tammy's tits. I hadn't noticed when, but it looked like Ned had pulled her shirt up over her braless breasts.

They felt like they were pretty small, probably a large A-cup or a small B-cup. They were cone-shaped and capped with rock hard nipples that felt like you could hammer nails with them. Tammy's friends were quiet now, not wanting to break the erotic spell being woven before them. Although she had to be convinced at first, Tammy was now literally making love to my tits and it felt wonderful.

Ned broke the spell. “How would you like to try out her honey pot?” He whispered in Tammy's ear.

Tammy stopped what she was doing, to my disappointment, and turned her head to look at Ned. He leaned forward and kissed her, putting his tongue into her mouth before their lips even met. It was only a quick kiss though.

“I know you want to.” He said softly. “Don't you.”

She looked directly into his eyes and nodded slowly. He took her hand and stood her up, stripping off her shirt as he did. Her tits stood directly away from her body with no sag at all, the bullet shaped nipples pointing straight ahead. Ned led her down to the other end of the stone bench and positioned her between my legs.

Tammy only needed a little prompting from Ned before she was slowly rubbing her hand over my smooth mound, slick with saliva and my own lubrication. It wasn't long before her finger was exploring my slit. When she touched my clit I jumped again, but she instinctively seemed to know it was from over-stimulation and she backed off.

As I watched she bent down and oh so delicately started licking my most private area. Her explorations were so different from a mans, unhurried and sensual. After a while I felt her slowly slip a finger into me, reaching for my g-spot. When she found it I moaned out loud. As many times as I had cum already, I could feel the passion rising in my gut once again. I couldn't help thinking that maybe I was a slut or something.

I opened my eyes and looked down at her as she made love to me with her tongue, lips, and finger. That's when I noticed that Ned was standing right behind her, slowly fucking her from behind. I don't know when he had entered her, but she never lost a beat in her oral ministrations. She was even stimulating my clit again, but very gently and only for brief moments, causing the pain from before to be transmuted into pleasure.

I was well on my way to another orgasm when she lifted her head up and cried out softly as her own orgasm caught up with her. The look of rapture on her face as her lover stroked faster and faster into her was mesmerizing. I was jealous of her, wishing that should would continue what she was doing to me seconds before. Then Ned cried that he was cumming and Tammy told him she wanted him in her mouth. So he pulled out and she whirled around. Tammy engulfed his throbbing prick with her mouth just as he exploded in orgasmic bliss, his body shaking as he pumped his milky spunk into her mouth.

Their passion momentarily sated, Tammy and Ned backed away from me. I noticed that the other two skater boys were standing there on either side of me with their cocks out, stroking them. Since they were in arms reach, and I didn't want to leave them with blue-balls, I grabbed one in each hand and jacked them a few times. This is all it took as the first one and then the other shot their loads onto the ground beside the stone bench.

“I think we are done here.” Chad announced, talking for the first time since the appearance of Ned and Tammy. He and Tara stood up, and as they approached me the skateboard gang quickly dressed, jumped up on their boards, and disappeared.

Chad helped me up off the bench, my back sore from the hard stone surface. After I was dressed once again in the accursed bikini we left the peaceful little park and continued on our way back to Chad and Tara's apartment. The whistles and lewd comments continued once we were back on the sidewalk. Once someone in a small group of twenty-somethings even slapped my ass when we passed them.

We were only a block or two from our destination when suddenly a black man appeared directly in our path, blocking us.

“Yo, Chad, my man.” He greeted us. “You have that fifty bucks you owe me?”

“Hey Tyrone. Now you know I take care of my debts, man.” Chad answered.

“I know, I know. Just making sure you don't forget, that's all.” He said glibly. “My, my, watch'ya got here?” He said when he saw me.

“Just a new friend.” Chad replied slyly.

“Hmmm, any friend of yours, is a friend of mine.” Tyrone said as he walked around me, getting a good eyeful of my near naked form. “Maybe I'll just take the fifty out'a her ass, eh?”

“She's not a prostitute.” Chad stated firmly, to my relief.

“That's not what it says on her ass.” Tyrone objected.

“Artistic license.” Chad countered. “But even if she were for sale, fifty bucks wouldn't get you a blow job. Hell, her bikini is worth that much.”

“OK, then, I'll take her bikini in trade.” Tyrone offered.

Chad smiled, thinking it over. “All right, it's a deal.” He said finally.

“Cool. Hand it over.” Tyrone demanded, holding his hand out.

My heart leaped into my throat. “I can't walk the rest of the way stark naked!” I screamed in my mind. I looked at Chad in horror.

“No way, man. I'm risking getting her arrested the way it is.” Chad admonished his friend. “You can claim it when we get to my place.”

“OK, OK.” Tyrone answered, disappointed.

For the rest of the way to the apartment building Tyrone walked alongside me as if we were a couple or something. He even put his arm around me and rubbed my ass a couple of times. When we arrived at the doors to the big white apartment building Tyrone stopped.

“OK, I want my property now.” He said with his hand held out again.

We were standing by the door, but were still outside the building. “Right here?” Chad asked.

“Sure, you said when we got to your place, and I know for a fact your daddy owns this whole building, so this is 'your place'.” Tyrone claimed.

“Well, it's hard to argue with that logic. Give him his bikini Sherry.”

I was shocked. I had not really objected to anything all day, but this was going to far. “Not here, please, let's go inside to your apartment.”

Chad gave me a hard look. “Give it to him now or I'll do it.”

Something in his eyes told me that he would do it, so I removed the tiny top and handed it to Tyrone, very aware of how exposed I was. With trembling hands I removed the bottoms and placed them in his hand as well. He smiled lustfully.

“I just got to git me some of that.” Tyrone sighed. “How much?”

“I'm not her pimp. Ask her.” Chad replied.

Tyrone looked at me. “So, how much for a ride on your pussy wagon?”

I was shocked. Nobody had ever offered me money for sex before. “Nothing.” I stammered.

“Oh, so it's free. Great!”

“No, that's not what I meant.” I objected. Shit, I couldn't think straight, standing outside in the nude.

“Well, now you have me confused. Is it gonna to cost me or is it free?” Tyrone asked. “We can stand out here all day and wait while you think about it.”

He was trying to confuse me, I wanted to stop and think, but I couldn't just stand out there like I was. Hell, I'd already had sex with so many people today, what did one more matter?

 “OK, come into the apartment and I'll fuck you.” I heard myself say.

“Now that's what I wanted to hear.” Tyrone exclaimed.

I felt very conspicuous walking through the halls of the building totally nude. At this point I would have welcomed the damn bikini back. We got to their apartment with only one other person seeing me. He was just coming out of his apartment and when he saw me he just stopped and stared. I guess you don't see a naked woman waking down the hallway of your building everyday. I was so far past humiliation at this point that I don't know what I was feeling; resignation maybe.

Once we were in the apartment Tyrone wasted no time in bending me over the back of the sofa and plunging his hard cock into my pussy. I never even saw it, but it felt like it was average in size. So much for the stereotype, although I was glad it wasn't huge because truthfully, I was getting sore down there. I didn't really enjoy this fuck, I just endured it.

He lasted about two minutes and came inside of me. A few seconds later he pulled out, zipped up and left without another word. I felt used, but I knew from the clock that it was getting close to five o'clock, so my ordeal was almost over. I said I need to use the bathroom and I took the opportunity to push some of slimy spunk out of my pussy. I was busy wiping some of it off of my labia when Tara opened the door.

“What are you doing, frigging yourself?” She accused me. “Don't you ever get enough? Well, we'll just have to see if we can take care of that.”

She led me into the bedroom and had me put on something she called a “butterfly”. This is a device that slips into the vaginal canal and also sits over the clitoris. It is held in place with some straps that go around the waist and legs. I still wasn't sure what it was for until Tara held up a small plastic device with two buttons on it and pressed one. The “butterfly” started vibrating, and sitting directly on my sex like that it was very stimulating.

“This thing has three settings, low, medium, and high. Right now it's on low.” She informed me and threw the clothes on the bed that Marc had given me. “Get dressed. It's time to return you to Marc.”

It wasn't easy getting dressed or doing much of anything with the butterfly thing buzzing away, but I did finally manage. Tara grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door. Chad saw the way I was walking, like I had a baton shoved up my cunt, and laughed.

“You are so wicked, Tara.”

The drive back to the resort was a blur; as soon as we got into the car Tara turned the vibrator up to medium. After all the sex I had that day I was very sensitive down there, so this thing was painful and exquisitely pleasurable at the same time. I was bucking and shaking in the back seat, but I couldn't seem to cum.

“Cum one more time, slut.” Tara tormented me. “I know you can do it.”

We had slowed down so I figured we had arrived at the resort. I was right on the edge of my climax and I think Tara sensed it because she turned the vibrator on high. That was enough to push me over the edge. I don't remember the car stopping or Marc opening the back door, so I must have been lost in my orgasm at the time. When I finally stopped convulsing and could open my eyes, the buzzing had stopped and Marc was leaning over me, smiling.

He pulled my shorts off and removed the butterfly device right there in the car. He handed it back to Tara, put my shorts back on and almost carried me to the golf cart. We drove the short distance to his condo and he helped me inside as I was still a little bit unsteady on my feet. Once inside he had me strip while he inspected my body.

“Well, it looks like you had a good time.” He commented.

I just snapped. “Good time? You fucking bastard, you gave me over to the two biggest perverts in the city to abuse and you accuse me of having a good time? Fuck you.” I never talk like that but as I said, I snapped.

“Perverts huh? Did they sell you on a street corner to crack-heads for ten bucks?” He demanded to know.

“Um, no.” I answered meekly.

“Did they hand you to a street-gang to rape you with beer bottles and pool cues? Did they make you have sex with animals? Did they chain you and whip you and make you drink their piss?” He asked.

I didn't think those were rhetorical questions so I answered. “No.”

“Then I hardly think they were the biggest perverts in the city. The fact of the matter is that they didn't hurt you at all. And I'm guessing that you had many orgasms and enjoyed most of it. Isn't that true?”

I knew better than to disagree with him. “Yes.” I said with my head hung in embarrassment. I did enjoy some of it, I had to admit to myself, even though it was wrong, so wrong.

“I should punish you for your outburst, but I understand you've been through a lot of new experiences today, so if you offer your slutty cunt to me right now, maybe I'll forgive you.”

I laid down on the floor on my back and held my arms up to him. “Please fuck me with your big cock.” I said, but he didn't move. I needed to ham it up I realized. “Oh, please master, fill my slutty cunt with your manhood. I need to feel it inside me. I need it so badly.” I begged as I reached down and held my lips open for him.

That seemed to satisfy him. He took off his shorts, moved between my legs, and without any foreplay pushed his cock into my thoroughly lubricated sex canal. Marc normally had quite a bit of staying power and now was no different. He fucked me for at least twenty minutes, and not tenderly either. As sore as I was I did not enjoy myself, but I acted like I did, hoping that would satisfy him. When he finally did finish he shot his load onto my stomach saying that he didn't want me leaking on the seat in his airplane. Instead of cleaning it off he had me rub it into my skin and then told me to get dressed.

The trip home was pretty uneventful and I actually fell asleep in the airplane, I was so tired. This day definitely pushed me to my limits. I don't think that I could have taken any more.

End of Sherry's account.

I was stunned. What could I say to her?  I wanted to kill Marc and Chad, but I knew I could not. My anger since the beginning of this fucking MILF club blackmail shit was tying my guts up in a knot. I had to find a way out, or at least a way to deal with the unresolved anger. I also had to admit another emotion I was feeling: arousal, sexual arousal. Somewhere in some perverted corner of my mind, Sherry's story turned me on. How could that be? What was wrong with me? I didn't know the answer to that, but I knew I could never tell Sherry; that would destroy her.

Sure, she had enjoyed some of the sex, but that was just a physical response. I knew that it really disgusted her and she was just putting on an act for her blackmailers until we could figure a way out of this mess. But even then, would anything ever be the same for us?



MILF Chronicles Ch. 10



Chapter 10: Jill's Story

It was another Friday night and I was sitting here alone again. My husband Drew was busy plotting the end of the Alex's club, but then he needed something to do since it all started because he wasn't interested in me. Or more specifically, he wasn't interested in having sex with me. I guess I was tainted now or something. I've tried to talk about it, of course, but he refuses to discuss it. He says that we'll talk about it plenty after it's over. When I ask him when that will be, he just says "as soon as possible", whatever that means. This makes me think about how it all started, a little over a year ago, at Alex's party.

At that time I did not know Alex; I had only met him once. My husband's company was doing business with Alex's company and we had dinner with him. Drew was trying to wine and dine him in order to secure a large contract. Finally after a month of negotiation he was close to signing and Alex invited us to a party at his place. Normally Drew would have declined since he doesn't like big social events, but he felt he needed to accept to keep Alex happy, and keeping Alex happy was very important to him at that time.

I was thrilled, of course, because we seldom went to these kind of events and I rather enjoyed them. Although Alex was about our age, I had heard that he ran with a younger crowd, so I knew I would have to go all out if I was going to fit in. With this in mind I bought a black cocktail dress: sleeveless, plunging neckline, and scooped out in back almost down to the waist. When I tried it on I almost decided against it; I would be showing a lot of cleavage and would not be able to wear a bra with it. After two children my D-cup breasts were going to jiggle provocatively. It stopped about four inches above the knee and showed plenty of leg. I would have to wear full hose with it as well. Ultimately I decided to be a bit daring and bought it.

As an elementary school teacher I was normally pretty conservative in the way I dressed, but this was a special occasion and we would be at a private residence. I was entitled to be a sexy woman once an a while outside the bedroom, wasn't I?

The night of the party when Drew saw the way I was dressed he seemed a bit taken aback. I thought he was going to ask me to wear something else, but after a few unsure moments he just smiled and said I looked great. Later he told me that he had his doubts at the time, but figured that Alex would like the dress and the way I looked, and that erased his doubts.

When we arrived I could see that I had not judged wrong. All of the other women there were younger and were dressed to the nines. In fact, a couple of them had on more revealing dresses than I did. Alex was a gracious host and handed me a glass of wine and Drew a tap beer right at the door. The wine was very good, and almost certainly expensive. The food was also quite good, although I didn't eat much; I was far too busy mingling and talking to people.

The evening was fun and the time flew by. I got a number of complements on my dress and appearance, which along with the wine made me a bit giddy. In fact, by the time the party started to thin out a bit I was feeling very horny. I was looking for Drew so he could take me home and make love to me when Alex approached me and said that he was getting people together for a little party game.

The game was called "dancing in the dark" and, as you might imagine, involved all the participants dancing in a dark room. Alex explained that you start out with your own partner. When the music changes the men move to the next partner and dance with them. Every time the music changes, the men change partners. To add a little excitement to the game people are allowed to "spice up" the dance with some kissing and touching. If someone starts to feel uncomfortable they can "chicken out" and leave the room, but they must take their partner with them.

In my current state this sounded like fun, but I didn't think that Drew would go for it. Alex said that he had already agreed and that it was up to me. I was a little surprised at that, but If he was game, then so was I. After all, it was rare for Drew to go along with something racy like this and I didn't want to be the one to spoil the fun. Besides, he would probably chicken out pretty quickly anyway.

So we all gathered in what Alex called 'the game room'. I noticed that all the furniture had been removed, which seemed a good precaution. Nobody wanted to be tripping over furniture in the dark. Everybody paired up with their spouse or date, the music was started, and the lights were turned off. The music was a slow number, of course, you couldn't really do any fast dancing in the dark. Drew wasn't much of a dancer anyways, more of stand in one place and sway kind of dancer, if you know what I mean.

We kissed a little and he whispered in my ear that he loved me and was glad that I decided to play. When the music stopped he whispered "Have fun" and broke away move to his next partner.

There was a little shuffling and giggling as the men all moved. Suddenly I was aware of a man standing in front of me, trying to figure out how close I was by feeling out with his hands. They just happened to be at the level of my boobs. "Oh, sorry." He mumbled as he 'accidentally grabbed one. Yeah, sure. The next song started and he pulled me into his arms snuggly up against his body.

My mystery man smelled nice and was a good dancer. Before long he bent his head down and started kissing my neck and nibbling at my earlobe. I love having my ears nibbled; it really gets my motor running and this time was no different. When he pulled his head away I automatically moved mine and quickly our lips met. The kiss started softly but increased in intensity as the seconds ticked away.

I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't even notice at first that he had moved his hand down my back and was now lightly squeezing my butt. Since I didn't want any panty lines to show in back I had skipped underwear and was only wearing pantyhose, which I don't normally do. This meant that only the thin material of my dress and hose was separating his hand from my bare butt. I didn't want to chicken out before Drew did, so I just let him do it. It was just a little harmless fun, nothing serious was going to happen in a roomful of people, even with the lights out. Besides, I was enjoying it.

When I felt his second hand join the first one I still was not worried, but when he started to pull my dress up in back I did become a little alarmed. Still I didn't want to quit just yet, so I waited to see what his intentions were. I sure wasn't going to let him remove my dress. Once he had it pulled up completely in back, he resumed his caressing of my ass, except that now his hands were almost on my bare skin. I was a little frightened, but exhilarated at the same time. Our kiss was becoming more urgent and with his crotch pressed into my leg I could feel his manhood start to harden. That's when the music stopped. He let go of me and moved on to the next woman.

The next man found his way to me much the same way as the last and pulled me into his arms. He didn't even wait for the music to start before his lips found mine. For this guy the music was just a pretense because he hardly even danced when the music did resume. It didn't take him long to move his hands down to my ass and pull my dress up again. His assault was more direct than the previous guy. My new mystery dancer was squeezing my ass cheeks more than he was caressing them. This was stoking the fire between my legs, so I didn't really mind. When his other hand found it's way to one of my boobs, however, I was a little less sure of myself. 

Should I continue, or quit? When he pinched my nipple through the dress a bolt of electricity shot straight from there to my pussy. I liked that; a lot. I decided then to just let things go for a little while longer. Nothing really serious was going to happen with my husband right in the room, after all.

After that song another man danced with me and acted much the same as the others, as if there was some agreement on warming us all up first. Since there were only four couples playing, my husband Drew returned to me for the next dance. I don't know if he noticed how worked up I was.

"Having a good time?" He whispered as his hands wandered over my body.

"Yes." I whispered back, squeezing his hard cock through his pants. "And I think you are too."

We danced for a while and then he surprised me by pulling my dress off my shoulders and down to my waist. He played with my breasts for a little bit and then the song ended. I started reaching down to pull my dress back up.

"Don't." He whispered. "Leave it for the next guy."

I was too shocked to say anything and when the next man approached me I was still topless. It didn't take him long to figure this out and soon he was pulling on my hard nipples and driving me wild. When the song ended he was sucking on them and squeezing my butt. I was out of breath, my nipples ached, and my pussy was on fire.

I didn't even notice when the next man stepped up to me until he started playing with my tits. I was so hot that I couldn't help checking him out too. When I reached down to check out his manhood I was surprised when my hand touched bare, hot flesh. His stiff cock had already been taken out of his pants; probably by his previous partner! Things were definitely going further than I anticipated. I wondered if Drew has having his bare cock stroked while he feasted on someone else's tits. I should have been jealous, but I wasn't. In fact, I was turned on by the thought of it.

But my lewd thoughts about my husband were interrupted when my "dance" partner pushed my dress down to the ground. Now I was almost naked; all I had left on was my pantyhose and my shoes. When he slid his hand under my pantyhose and onto my bare ass I began thinking that maybe I should stop playing. If things went much further I didn't know if I would be able to stop them from doing whatever they wanted. I was saved from having to make that decision by the song change.

The third stranger also found me with my dress pooled at my feet. He, like the previous two took maximum advantage of my nearly naked body. When I reached for his dick I found that it too was already out, and it it was wet! His previous "dance partner" must have been sucking on it. Suddenly I wanted it in my mouth so I dropped to my knees and greedily gobbled it up. I just love sucking Drew's cock and this was just as fun, maybe more so because belonged to a man I didn't know. I could tell he was getting close to busting his nut when the music stopped.

"OK, everybody, time to quit before things really get out of hand." Alex announced. "I'm going to turn on the lights in 10 seconds, so get ready. Nine, eight.."

As he continued the countdown I regained my senses and pulled my dress back up. I could hear rustling of clothes and zippers being pulled up all around me. I had just gotten everything back and reasonably smoothed out when he reached zero and flicked on the lights. We were all momentarily blinded, but soon recovered and everybody partnered up. Drew gave me a big hug.

"I hope you had fun." He whispered in my ear.

"I just want to get home so I can jump your bones." I whispered back.

"Don't you mean 'bone'?" He chuckled. "Don't worry we'll be leaving soon."

"I hope so. I'm so horny I'm afraid my juice is going to start dripping down my legs." I informed him, and it wasn't an exaggeration.

"So, how far did you let them go?" Drew asked.

Right then Alex stepped up to us. "Hey, break it up." He said jovially. "There'll be plenty of time for that later. We've got one more thing to do before the party ends. Come on."

I wanted to talk to my husband more, but I didn't get a chance because Alex whisked us into the spacious living room where everybody was already gathered.

"All right, now I want to announce a little competition I sometimes hold at my parties called 'Belle of the Ball'. During the party I had all the men rate each of the women on how sexy he thought they were, except of course for his wife-slash-date. The results have been tabulated and the winner will receive these nice earrings." Alex said and held up an open box containing a pair of gold earrings inlaid with pearl.

I couldn't help wondering how expensive they were, but also thought about how nicely they would go with my pearl necklace. I hoped I would win, not knowing at the time that all of Alex's "gifts" had to be earned.

"And the winner is..." Alex opened a card as if he didn't know what was written on it, "Karen and Jill. It looks like we have a tie. Hmmm, what should we do?" He mused. "Can't really split the prize, so I guess we'll just have to have a contest to decide the winner."

"What kind of contest?" I asked innocently.

"I'm glad you asked." Alex replied, smiling. "Since this was a contest on who's sexier I think you two gals should come over here by me and try to look as sexy as possible. Then we'll have the guys vote by holding up their right hand for you Karen, and their left hand for you Jill." He explained.

"I really need you to win this for me, babe." Drew whispered to me, a serious look on his face.

I walked over to where Alex was standing, but I wasn't sure what to do to look "sexy" so I just tried to strike a hot pose like I'd seen in Vogue and Cosmo. Karen did pretty much the same thing and equal numbers of left and right hands were raised. I noted that Drew had his left hand up, which was good for him.

"Still tied. I don't think that's going to get it done girls. Who really wants these earrings?" Alex prodded.

What I didn't know at that point was that Karen was a ringer - she was already in the MILF club and was doing Alex's bidding. So I was a bit shocked when she pulled down the front of her dress and exposed her boobs to everyone.

"OK, it looks like we may have a winner." Alex announced.

I looked back at our audience and all the men now had their right hands up, even Drew. I gave my husband the evil-eye, and although he looked a little sheepish, he didn't change his vote.

"OK," I thought, "if that's what he wants, then fine."

Besides, I really wanted those earrings. So I pushed the straps of my dress down off my shoulders and pushed it down to the floor. As I stepped out of it I did a pirouette and kicked it aside. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest as I stood there in just my pantyhose. I knew my shaved pussy was now on display through the sheer nylon material. I did not dress this way with the intent of showing it to anyone but my husband, which made this very naughty. I should have been embarrassed, but I was too excited.

Now my husband changed his vote, as did a few more, but not all. Still, I had more votes, and that made me feel tingly at the tips of my nipples and between my legs. Karen wasn't done though, she quickly upped the ante by removing her dress and her bra, leaving her completely naked because she was not wearing any underwear. The votes predictably began to shift her way.

I looked at my husband to verify that he wanted me to continue to escalate, knowing that it would end up with both of us nude. He nodded slightly, so I gathered my courage and removed my pantyhose. Again I expected to feel some embarrassment, but I think the heat from my pussy was drowning it out. I was sure that everybody could see the moisture on my lips and the insides of my thighs.

Now we were both nude and the vote was about equal again. What now? While I was pondering my next move, Karen had no such difficulty. She started running her hands over her body, pulling on her nipples and pressing her hand between her legs, moaning a bit to add to the effect. The men that were voting for me defected, of course. At this point I didn't really care about the earrings too much, I just didn't want to lose to this woman.

"So, they want a sex act, do they?" I thought to myself. "Fine then, I'll give them a show!" I walked over to where my husband was standing with his left hand in the air, I noted, and knelt down in front of him. You could have heard a pin drop as I unbuckled his trousers, pulled down the zipper, and pushed both his trousers and underwear down to his feet. Nobody was looking at Karen now. All eyes were on me so I vamped it up a bit. I stuck out my tongue and slowly brought it near the hip of Drew's very hard cock. I paused just short of touching it, then gave it a tentative little lick before pulling my tongue back into my mouth. I made a face like I was trying to decide if I liked the taste, then quickly engulfed his prick with my mouth and began sucking it like a mad woman.

A cheer went up from everyone in the room, man and woman alike. I continued to loudly suck on my husbands cock, bringing a low moan from his throat. The men had stopped voting and I had all but forgotten about the contest. I felt a hand on my ass, squeezing and exploring. A part of me said that I should stop it, but it just felt too good. Then the hand slid under me and found my dripping pussy. Soon a finger was running circles on my clit and I knew I was losing control of the situation.

I stood up and pushed my husband back into a reclining leather chair, his wet cock standing up invitingly. I followed him up onto the chair and impaled my gushing pussy on his rigid pole. I heard a guttural sound coming from somewhere, and then I realized that it was me. I slowly fucked Drew, raising my body up until he almost came out of me, and then slowly sitting back down. I noticed some motion to one side and when I turned my head I saw a long skinny cock. I reached out and pulled it nearer. When it was close enough I bent down and took it into my mouth. I was completely out of control now, but I didn't care. I just wanted cock and I didn't care who it belonged to.

Bent over like that I'm sure my ass was very inviting, and it wasn't long before someone pushed a well-lubed finger into my bum. Then one finger was replaced with two, and finally the head of a hard cock was being pushed past my anal ring. There was some pain at first, of course, but this was hardly the first time I'd been fucked in the ass, so I relaxed and soon the pain turned into exquisite pleasure. While I had enjoyed anal sex many times in the past, this was the first time I'd had a cock in both holes at the same time and the double stimulation was fantastic. I was enjoying myself so much that I kept forgetting about the dick in my mouth, but when I did he pushed it in and out a couple of times to remind me.

The first time I came I had to pull the cock out of my mouth so that I wouldn't bite it off. It was an earth shattering cum and I squealed all the way though it, but neither Drew nor the man in my ass missed a beat. As soon as I was finished with my orgasm I started sucking on the long thin cock again. I had all my holes filled and I was in heaven.

When the guy in my ass started squirting his juice into my bum I guess it was too much for my husband as well because he came at almost the same time. Let me tell you something, if you like the feeling of a cock squirting inside you, then trust me, you will absolutely love it when you have two squirting at the same time. But now that they were spent I climbed off my husband as soon as the guy behind me removed his cock from my ass and backed away.

I grabbed the cock I had been sucking and led the man attached to it over to a sofa. I laid down, opened my legs and said "I want you inside me now." He didn't have to be told twice and soon he was pounding his lovely long cock into my insatiable pussy. Another hard prick appeared near my face and I eagerly accepted it into my mouth.

The next couple of hours are a bit of a blur. I remember having more mind blowing orgasms, although I couldn't tell you how many. I don't know how many men I had sex with, but they came in all my holes and a few even ejaculated on my face and tits. I also remember my husband Drew watching everything and even depositing another load in me, but in my ass that second time. I think at the end one of the women, maybe Karen, used her tongue to clean all the jism off my face, tits, and pussy. I was pretty tired at that time and just laid back and enjoyed the tenderness with which she did it.




MILF Chronicles Ch. 10



I'm not sure how I got home, but I woke up in my own bed the next day, the box with the pearl earrings sitting on my nightstand. I had forgotten about the contest, but apparently I was voted the winner. I was felt kind of proud for a moment, but then I remembered how I had won and put my hands over my face. How could I have done that? What must Drew think of me now? I can still remember clearly what he said when I confronted him and asked for his forgiveness.

"It's not your fault. I was the one that pushed you into it. I should have taken us home before that damn dancing game, but Alex was holding that fucking contract over my head and I was too drunk to realize that the price was just too high." He bemoaned.

"I don't understand." I said, puzzled. "What did my slutty behavior have to do with your contract?"

"Alex told me that if we didn't stay for the dancing game that he was going to reject the contract and tell my bosses that I had insulted him. I probably would have lost my job, or at least gotten a demotion if that had happened." He said in an anguished voice. "I could only think of how hard I had worked to get where I was, and the game didn't seem too bad. There wasn't supposed to be any sex."

"Well, technically he didn't lie about that; there was no sex during the dancing game." I replied. "They really felt me up good though."

"Yeah, you seemed pretty worked up after that." He said as he shook his head in disbelief. "And that also explains your behavior later. But no, even that was really my fault too. Alex told me that I would only get the contract if you won the contest, which is why I told you to do whatever was necessary to win. The dancing game had you all wound up and I pulled the trigger with that request. It's all my fault."

"It's not your fault. If it's anyone's fault it's Alex's. He maneuvered both of us to get what he wanted. Did you at least get the contract?" I asked.

"Yes, he signed it last night, but the price was too high." Drew answered, but he had no idea just how high a price both of us would pay until that DVD showed up the next day and we were forced to join the club. There's no we could have known that he had his entire house wired for video and audio. The game room even had cameras that worked in the dark. The video was black and white, but it was surprisingly clear. So we really had no choice but to join. I'm an Elementary School teacher and I have clauses in my contract that covers my public behavior. If any of that video were to come to the attention of the School Board I would be sacked immediately and I would probably be unable to find work anywhere else, at least not in this state. Since Drew and I have about the same annual salary, that would amount to a fifty percent reduction in our income, which would not be enough to provide for our family. In addition Alex could still cause problems for Drew with future contract renewals.

I think Drew has only made love to me a half dozen times since then. About the only sex I get these days is from club activities of one sort or another. It took me a long time to admit to myself that, with few exceptions, this was the best sex I'd ever had. Now don't get me wrong; I don't like being controlled by Alex and his friends, I'm always afraid that I'm going to be recognized by someone and turned into the School Board. And some of the members are on the sadistic side, Carl being the worst of that lot. But I've also had the most mind-blowing, fantastic orgasms in my life while at club events. Frankly I'll really miss the sex when I finally got out of the club, however that happens. I even found out that I was bisexual at one particular event; that's one of my favorite club memories.

I was told to be at Alex's house by five o'clock, but he didn't tell me what to wear. Since it was a weekday, I just left on the same clothes that I wore in the classroom. When I arrived Karen was already there, sipping a glass of wine with Alex and another woman that I didn't recognize. Alex introduced her as Naomi and said she was a "friend" of his; which was a code-word for "actual or potential business partner". She was a good looking woman, not beautiful, but not ugly either. She appeared to be about 35 or 40 years old. Alex offered me a glass of wine as I sat down. We all chatted for a while, talking about nothing in particular as we drank our wine and laughed at Naomi's jokes.

"So, aren't they everything I said they were?" Alex asked, looking at Naomi.

"Which one?" Naomi asked Alex. I didn't know what she was asking, but Alex did and nodded in my direction. "Both of you stand up."

Naomi stood up and walked around behind me putting her hands on my shoulders. She turned me to face Karen and pushed me gently forward a step. "Kiss her." She ordered.

I had never kissed another woman before, although I had wondered what it would be like. Not like this, not with a relative stranger in front of other strangers. But I also had no choice, so I leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Not like that." Naomi said disapprovingly. "Like this." She said as she stepped around me and kissed Karen deeply, holding her head gently with both hands. The kiss looked genuine and passionate. I had never seen anything like it and I was beginning to get turned on. After what seemed like a long time, but was probably less than a minute, they broke away. Karen had a satisfied smile on her face. 

"Now kiss her again." Naomi told me.

I stepped closer to Karen and reached out to cradle her head the way Naomi had. I pulled her face to mine, pressing my lips to hers. It was different than kissing a man. Her lips were soft, her hair smelled like peaches, and her face felt hot in my hands. When I felt her tongue pushing against my lips I opened my mouth and let her explore. When she finished, I returned the favor.

Suddenly I felt a air on my breasts as my bra was opened. I realized that as we were kissing, Karen had unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my front-clasp bra. Naomi was beside us talking quietly, instructing Karen. I was so engrossed in our kiss that I didn't hear her.

"That's right, now take her breasts in your hands, Karen. Feel the weight of them, the softness. Run your palms over her nipples; feel how they harden at your touch." Naomi said softly, almost whispering.

"Jill, let her push your blouse and bra off." She told me now. I dropped my arms and let Karen render me topless. I broke the kiss, breathless as Karen continued to play with my breasts.

"Now pull Karen's top off, Jill." Naomi instructed.

I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started pulling it up. Karen relinquished her hold on my breasts to raise her arms so that I could take her top off. She wasn't wearing a bra, but with her B-cup sized breasts, she didn't really need to. They stood out from her chest with no sag, despite the fact that she was at least thirty years old and had at least one child.

"Put your hands on her breasts." Naomi breathed in my ear. "Feel how firm, yet soft they are."

She was right, Karen's breasts felt very different from mine. When I took her pointy nipples between my finger and thumb they hardened into little nubs. I never imagined that fondling another woman's body could be so erotic. I could feel my pussy tingling and beginning to juice up.

Next Naomi had us lick and suck each others breasts. It was so exciting, my underwear was completely soaked by the time that Karen slid them off of me. Once we were both naked she had me lay down on the plush carpet and Karen licked my pussy while Naomi sucked on my breasts and kissed me. I had several intense orgasms this way, and then it was my turn to go down on Karen. I had never done this to a woman before, but after all the pleasure she had brought me, I was not only willing, I was determined to do the same for her. It didn't take me long to figure out what to do, after all, I knew what I liked. I was proud that I was able to bring Karen to climax twice as well, just with my mouth.

Naomi pulled up away from Karen and started kissing me. Somewhere along the line she had stripped. She still had a pretty tight body for a woman her age, and even though her D-cup sized breasts had some sag, I still found them fun to play with.

The three of us sucked and licked each other in every possible combination and position for the next three hours. We all experienced so many orgasms that honestly I can't tell you how many we each had. What I do know is that when our lust was finally sated we were all exhausted. I don't know how I made it home without having an automobile accident.

After that I knew that I was bisexual and enjoyed many couplings with some of the women in the club, and a few others outside the club as well. In fact, I have my eye on one of the new women at the club, Sherry. She is very hot and has some bi tenancies herself, I think. Alex had me come over once and teach her strip-tease. She was a fast learner and although I got to feel her up a little, it only whet my appetite for more. Someday soon I hoped to get my face between her gorgeous legs.



MILF Chronicles Ch. 11



Chapter 11: Yvonne's Story

This is the continuing chronicle of the MILF club. If you have not read any other chapters I suggest you go back and read them for background, although most of this chapter will make sense even if you don't. Just for review, Chapters 1 through 9 are about Sherry and Peter, the primary couple in this story. Chapters 10 and 11 are back-stories about two of the other MILFs in the club.

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I made a mistake, and now it was going to prove difficult to correct it. But before you can understand the nature of my mistake, I need to tell you how I got into this situation.

My name is Mike and my wife's is Yvonne. I am 30 years old, Yvonne is 26, and we have a thee year-old son. I own and run a lawn maintenance company. My wife used to be a teacher but quit to work for the business when the office work got to be too much for me to handle by myself. That was when our client base was expanding, along with revenues. Times were good and I bought more equipment on credit and hired more workers.

Then the economy went soft and many of my clients cut back on their expenses - meaning my services. I still had equipment loans to pay, but with shrinking income it was becoming more difficult every week. I had to lay off some of my workers and I began to wonder if my business could survive.

Most of my clients were businesses or homeowner associations, however I did have individual homeowners contract with us well; mostly wealthy people. One of them was Brian. He was a bit of a mystery; he didn't act like the type that got their money from their family, but he also didn't seem like the successful businessman type either. I don't know where he got his money from, but he seemed to have plenty of it and he was always friendly to me.

He always dropped off his monthly payment in person, which struck me as odd at first, but I got used to it. Lately he has been inviting me to lunch and I've found his company to be pleasant; a nice diversion from the problems at the office. Recently at one such lunch he commented that it appeared to him that my business was off. I allowed that it was, but didn't let on just how bad things had become. He suggested that he might be able to help a little. I was all ears.

He told me that he was having a party at the end of the week and that all the people there were "rich" and may be interested in our services. He then invited us and said that maybe I would be able to drum up a little business. And even if I didn't he assured me that Yvonne and I would have a good time. I accepted his generous offer and told him I was sure that Yvonne would be thrilled since we had not been to a nice party in a long time.

I was right, my wife was ecstatic at the prospect of a real night out instead of our normal movie and a cheap dinner. Although our personal budget was tight at the time, I agreed that she would need a new dress if we were to make a good impression. Brian told me that the men generally wore dress pants and a polo shirt, which I already had, but the women usually dressed up a bit more. "On the sexy side" he said, but classy. So Yvonne took that Friday off to go shopping for a dress and to get ready for the party.

When I arrived home to pick up Yvonne I was running a bit late. Fortunately the sitter for our son Andy was already there, so I just dashed upstairs to change quickly. My wife was in the bathroom putting on her makeup or something so I didn't see her immediately. I was just putting on my pants, one leg in and one leg out when she walked into the room. I froze in surprise and nearly fell on my face.

She had on a dark blue sleeveless dress that came down to about three or four inches above her knees. The top formed a V between her breasts with each side ending in a thin strap that went over the shoulder. It showed enough cleavage to be sexy, but not slutty. When she turned around I could see the back was open almost all the way down to her ass with only a couple of thin straps running across to hold it together. It was obvious that she couldn't wear a bra with it, however her B-cup sized breasts didn't really need any support and the dress held them firmly enough that they didn't jiggle obscenely. The outfit was completed with nylons and a pair of strappy type high-heels.

"As much as I like looking at you in your underwear, you had better hurry and finish getting dressed. We are late as usual." She informed me and breezed out of the room.

On the way there she fretted about whether she had picked the right dress, or about her shoes. She must have asked me four or five times if she looked OK. I finally told her that she was stunning and would turn the head of every man there. She scolded me and said that she was not interested in turning heads; she just wanted to make a good impression. Secretly the idea that the other men there would desire her was making my cock twitch.

You see, I had this fantasy of watching my wife have sex with another man. Or more accurately, other men, as in more than one. In the more far out versions I want to see her not only pleasured, but used, debauched; like a slut or a whore. Maybe this makes me sick, I don't know. What I do know is that just the thought of this fantasy gets me hard, and if I masturbate while playing out the details in my head I always get off with my most powerful orgasms.

I've also known that these fantasies will always remain just that: fantasy. My wife is very conservative when it comes to sex; not that she's a prude mind you. We have a very good sex life, including oral, but it's always in the bedroom, and as far as I can tell all her sexual fantasies are pretty mundane. Maybe it's that innocent "goody-goody" aspect of Yvonne that fuels my fantasies.

Neither of us were virgins when we met, and in fact Yvonne was divorced. I don't know much about her previous marriage except that he was a drunk and the break-up was messy. She doesn't want to talk about it and I don't push it. I love my wife deeply and had come to accept that my fantasies would never be played out. So I love it when she dresses up in a sexy outfit, even if she is not trying "turn heads."

The party was in full swing when we got there, but Brian made us feel very welcome. I was impressed with his electronic "toys", as Yvonne called them, but she was more interested in the house. The food and drink were good and we mingled with the other guests. I even had a couple of the men express interest in having us take a look at replacing their current lawn service, so it was a productive evening as well as an entertaining one.

Eventually, as in many parties, the men wound up in the living room talking sports and such while the women were in the kitchen talking about whatever women talked about. Abruptly one of the men announced they were going to play "musical chairs" at the end of the night. That sounded kind of lame to me, but they explained that they played a more adult version. The way it works is they put a small table in the middle of the room with a votive type candle on it. Chairs are placed around the table, facing out, one for each couple. The men each sit on a chair, the candle is lit, and the room lights turned off. The women all sit on their husband/date's lap and music is started. The couples kiss and generally make out until the music changes to the next song, then all the women move clockwise to the next man's lap.

Now apparently there is a "tame" version and a "no holds bared" version. In the "tame" version only kissing and mild fondling is allowed, but in the "no holds bared" version there is no limit to the activity allowed. The "tame" version goes for two rounds and then ends. In the "no holds bared" version the game goes until everybody "quits". I could guess what that meant. This sounded like a great game to me, but I knew that Yvonne would not agree to play, not even the "tame" version.

When the time came to play the game the women rejoined the men and Yvonne and I left. I wished we could have stayed and played, but I was happy that I got some leads for the business. We had sex that night and it was especially hot for me as I fantasized about playing "musical chairs" with Yvonne and watching her have sex with other men.

The next morning while I was relaxing after breakfast thinking about the chores that needed to be taken care of, Yvonne sat down across from me wearing her normal around-the-house attire: one of my dress shirts and nothing else. This was about the only thing she did that I considered a little daring. But then she surprised me by asking what I thought about the party game "musical chairs". I didn't want to offend her so I said it sounded "inventive", but I also told her I knew she would want to leave as soon as she heard about it.

"What made you think that? I might have enjoyed staying." She said.

This blew me away! My innocent, conservative wife might have actually played an adult game. "You're kidding!" I exclaimed.

"No, I'm not." She replied.

"You really would have done it?" I asked urgently.

She thought about that for a moment before answering. "Yes, it sounded like fun. Would you have been OK with that?"

My dick was instantly hard and my mouth went dry. "Hell yeah!" I almost shouted.

I was shocked at my wife's reaction, but we continued to talk about it. She told me that the other women made the game sound fun, but she thought I would not be able to handle the idea of other men kissing and touching her. I informed her that was not the case, and in fact I was turned on by the idea. She thought that I was more interested in the other women, especially Brian's girlfriend Brianna because she had larger breasts. I admitted that while I would have liked to see the other women naked, I could get that on the Internet or a strip joint.

I couldn't stand the sexual tension anymore and pulled my wife's face to mine forcefully, mashing my lips against hers and pushing my tongue into her mouth. She responded just a fiercely and was soon pulling my pants open. I popped a couple of the buttons off her shirt trying to remove it as quickly as possible. Her nipples were hard pebbles sticking out from her perfect tits and I devoured them with an intensity I had not felt for the last couple of years.

She pulled my pants off and started sucking on my cock like it was her last meal. I felt myself starting to loose control, but I didn't want to cum yet, so I pulled her off and pushed her down onto her back. Then I planted my face between her wonderful legs and started licking her pussy. She kept the labia shaved completely smooth and the hair on top neatly trimmed. She was already oozing her delicious juice and I lapped it up greedily. She reached her climax in record time and I rode out her body- wracking spasms, gently licking just enough to extend her orgasm.

When she was finished I mounted her and slipped my rock hard cock into her in a single thrust, she was so wet. I didn't want to make love to her, I wanted to fuck her and that's just what I did. I pounded her like a jackhammer, our bodies slapping together in a most obscene way. I didn't last long, but it was good and Yvonne had another squealing orgasm just before I popped my cork and shot my cum deep inside of her while imagining I was one of the other men at the party.

Afterwards Yvonne just wanted to cuddle a little before jumping in the shower. I followed her after I heard the water running and joined her under the water. After soaping each other up I surprised her and myself by getting hard again. I fucked her again while she leaned against the shower wall and put one foot up onto the tub edge. This was a longer session and we would have probably run out of hot water had I not started fantasizing about my wife playing the "no holds bared" version of "musical chairs" and getting well fucked by all the men there.

I don't think she expected me to react the way I did to our talk about the game, but I'm damn sure she enjoyed the result. After the shower we went about our normal daily chores and I tried to put the game out of my mind, but it was difficult. Even though I had already cum twice I still found myself getting an erection every time I thought about the party and wondered "what if we had stayed?"

After supper we were watching TV and during a commercial I decided to bring the subject up again. "So, would you really have stayed and played the 'musical chairs' game last night?" I asked.

She smiled and got that playful look in her eye again. "Sure."

"How far would you have let it go?" I asked.

"How far would you have wanted it to go." She threw back at me.

"Come over here and sit on my lap facing me." I requested. "Pretend we are playing the game and I'm one of the other men."

"OK." She responded and sat in my lap.

"Would you have allowed him to do this?" I asked as I kissed her deeply, with tongue.

"Of course." She answered when the kiss was over.

"What if he did this?" I asked as I fondled her tits through her shirt. She didn't have a bra on underneath, of course, but then she didn't at the party either.

"Yes." She replied.

"How about this?" I asked as I unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it down off her arms exposing her luscious tits.

"Yes, if it would have been OK with you." Was her response.

I was really getting excited now. "How about now?" I sucked on one tit while pinching the nipple on the other.

"Oh, yes!" She exclaimed excitedly. "If you would have liked it."

Now I was really getting into it, playing the role of another man who was molesting my wife. "And what about this?" I demanded as I took off her shirt completely and pushed a finger into her sopping cunt.

"Oh god yes." She moaned.

I picked her up, laid her on the floor, and quickly shucked my trousers off. As I slowly pushed my hard cock into her juicy pussy I asked one more question. "Would you let him do this?"

"Oh yes, give it to me." She hissed.

My mind exploded and I fucked her like a crazed animal. I know she orgasmed at least once and despite the fact that I had already cum twice that day, I came again in an explosive climax that actually left my dick in pain. The pain was mild and temporary, but totally worth it. We went to bed after that and cuddled in sexual bliss until I fell asleep.

The next day was Sunday -- Football Sunday. I was prepared to spend the day watching games all day the way I usually do. Yvonne was doing what she normally did too: reading a book. But I kept thinking of Friday night and the "musical chairs" game. Finally at half time of the first game I couldn't stop myself from talking to my wife about it again. We played another variation of the "would you have done that" game. This time I asked if she would have given one of the men a blow job. She answered by getting me off with her mouth in record time. I returned the favor and gave her a couple of nice orgasms with my tongue.

During the third game of the day it happened again, however this time we ended up in the bedroom fucking our brains out. Afterwards we talked more about the party and what would have happened if we had stayed. Yvonne was still thinking that I just wanted a chance to get my hands on the other women, so I finally told her my fantasy about seeing her have sex with other men. I didn't tell her about the more extreme versions since she seemed a bit surprised as it was. I'm not sure she believed me, but I felt much better about telling her for some reason. We both decided that we should have stayed at the party and played the game. I asked her which of the men was the most attractive to her and she said it was Brian, although she thought that none of them were bad looking.

Later that evening I got a call from Brian. "How are you and your lovely wife doing? I hope you enjoyed my party." He said.

"Yes, we had a very good time. Thank you again for inviting us." I responded.

"I also wanted to apologize about the 'musical chairs' game. I didn't know that my girlfriend had planned it when I invited you. Apparently it was a birthday surprise for one of the other men and she was afraid I'd spill the beans so she didn't tell me. I hope you or your wife weren't offended." He explained.

"No, not at all. We just weren't prepared for it." I replied.

"Good, good. Still, I feel kind of bad about it." He said. "How about I take you out to lunch tomorrow as a way to make it up to you?"

"That's not really necessary, Brian, but I'm not one to turn down free meal either." I answered.

He chuckled. "OK, I'll meet you at the steakhouse on third about noon."

That was the end of the call, but it got me thinking. Maybe I could get something going between Brian and Yvonne. I knew she was attracted to him, and I was pretty sure he had eyes for her as well. I didn't think it would be too difficult to bring up the party game with Brian. That would give me the chance to probe him more about it and possibly steer things in the right direction.

That night we were both pretty tired from a weekend full of sex and abstained. As I laid there spooning with my wife, I thought not of the party for the first time in two days. No, that was the past. Now I was thinking of the future and how I could finally live my fantasy and see Yvonne have sex with another man. Plans were forming in my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

The next day at lunch Brian and I initially talked about ordinary things like the economy, the previous days football games, etc. Eventually though, the conversation turned in the direction I was waiting for.

"I was glad to hear that our little party game the other night didn't freak you guys out." Brian commented. "I wasn't surprised that you left, but I was a little disappointed."

"Disappointed? In what way?" I was pretty sure I knew the answer, but I had to make sure.

"Well, don't get mad at me, but I've always been...intrigued by your wife. She seems so innocent, yet also so..." He began.

"Hot." I finished Brian's sentence for him. "Don't pull any punches, Brian. I know that prim and proper school teacher image of hers can be very attractive."

"Yes, and the fact that she was unreachable just intensified it." He admitted. "When I was informed that we would be playing the 'musical chairs' game later at the party I didn't think you would stay and play, but I still hoped you would."

That was the opening I was looking for. "Actually we talked about just that quite a bit over the weekend." I ventured.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, and we decided that had we known about the game beforehand and what it entailed, we probably would have stayed." I revealed.

"Really?" He exclaimed, seeming genuinely surprised.

I chucked. "That was my reaction too when Yvonne told me the same thing."

"Wow. If only..." He sighed.

"Yeah, if only." I answered and we both had a good laugh.

"You know," I said, "Yvonne told me that out of all the men at the party she was most attracted to you, excluding me of course."

"She really said that?" Brian asked excitedly.

"Yes she did. I also told her that one of my fantasies was to see her have sex with other men." I confessed.

"What was her reaction?" He asked.

"She seemed surprised. I don't think it ever occurred to her that I even had fantasies, let alone that one. At this point I'm not sure she really believes me. Some day though, I'd like to convince her." I said.

"I'll bet." He said.

"So how did the game go after we left?" I asked him.

"Well, let me just say that things got pretty naked." He informed me with a wry smile.

"Did you have sex with all the women?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes, but some more than the others." He said with a wink.

We continued to talk about the party and the game throughout the remainder of lunch. I began to think that my plan to get my wife to have sex with Brian would work. I just had to plant the right seeds in the right places and be patient.




MILF Chronicles Ch. 11



That night I told Yvonne about my conversation with Brian. She seemed surprised that he thought she was hot and was disappointed that we had not stayed at the party to play the game. I told her that "things got pretty naked" when they played the game. All this talking got us both very turned on and we wound up in bed. While we were fucking Yvonne cried out Brian's name saying things like "Yes, Brian, take me" and "Oh Brian, you're making me cum". I don't know if she was doing this because she was fantasizing that I was Brian, or if it was to turn me on, but either way it excited me greatly and caused me to cum harder than I ever had before.

The next couple of days I managed to get the lawn maintenance contracts for the guests at Brian's party that I already talked to. This would not save my business, but it did help and I was grateful to Brian for that. I also talked to Brian on the phone every day as well, letting him know how things were going at work and at home. When I told him that Yvonne had called out his name while we were fucking he sounded very excited about it and asked if we would like to go to dinner with them on Saturday night. I accepted, adding that I hoped he and Yvonne would get to know each other better.

When I told Yvonne about Saturday night she seemed a bit suspicious and asked what was going on. I told her we were just going out to eat and maybe go dancing afterwards, but nothing else was planned. I don't think she believed me, but she also didn't refuse to go either. I knew she was enjoying the more frequent sex we'd been having, so perhaps she agreed because of that, or maybe she was interested in Brian. Either way I was going to make the most of it.

On Saturday Yvonne wore a nice top that really makes her tits look great. It was like two pieces fabric that were connected at the waist, crossed just under her tits and went up over each shoulder to cross again in back. She wasn't wearing a bra as usual and had on a short skirt and nylons. She looked great and I knew that Brian was going to like her choice of dress.

Brian and I decided to go to a local steakhouse and we met there. Brian's girlfriend Carol was dressed much more provocatively, showing a lot of skin. I don't think that Yvonne approved. On the other hand Brian complemented Yvonne telling her that she looked great.

The food was good, but my poor wife barely finished her soup and salad and hardly touched her steak. It was just too much food for her, I think. After dinner we drove to a local upscale bar to have a few drinks and dance. The band there was to our liking and at seven-fifty a drink we didn't have to worry about the younger crowd. We talked about a variety of subjects except the party and nothing sexual either. Everything seemed perfectly normal.

The band played a slow song and Brian asked my wife to dance. She accepted and they headed off to the dance floor. I watched them for the entire dance. It looked like they were talking and getting along fine, but I didn't see any kissing or gratuitous touching. When the song was over another slow one started and they stayed out on the dance floor. I continued to watch them for a little bit and then was distracted as Carol moved her chair nearer to mine.

"They seem to be getting along well, don't you think?" Carol asked me.

"Yes they do." I answered.

"Brian is very smooth, especially when he's going after a new girl." She said.

"Does he consider Yvonne his 'new girl'?" I asked.

"Maybe." She answered carefully. "I do know he's been talking about her a lot lately."

"Really? What does he say?" I asked in a casual way.

"Oh, he thinks she's hot. He says she acts like an innocent school teacher, but he knows better." Carol replied.

"He knows better, huh?" I prompted.

"Yes. He thinks there is a sexual tiger hiding behind the school teacher mask." She informed me.

Sometime during our little chat Carol had managed to slip her hand under the table and put it on my thigh without me noticing until then. My response was automatic and predictable: I started getting hard. I also stopped talking and looked directly at Carol. She just smiled and began rubbing her hand up and down my thigh, slowly. For a brief moment I was not thinking about my wife and Brian; I was looking at Carol as she licked her lips and wondered what they would feel like against mine. The feel of her hand on my thigh, inching it's way closer to my crotch with every stroke filled my mind.

"Hey, break it up you two!" Yvonne said, snapping me out of my reverie.

I jumped slightly. "Enjoy your dance?" I asked, trying to deflect attention from myself.

"Very much." Said Brian as he slid his chair closer to Yvonne's. Now it looked like we had effectively switched partners. "She is a very good dancer."

We chatted some more, but somehow the conversation broke into two with Carol and I having a private talk, and my wife and Brian doing the same. Carol continued stroking my thigh under the table and I suspected that Yvonne knew it. After a while I noticed that one of Brian's hands had disappeared under the table as well and that my wife's face was flushed. Was his hand on her leg? This was the first real test of my reaction to another man making a move on my wife. I thought I might be a little jealous, but astonishingly I was not; instead I was turned on by the thought that just a few feet away Brian was stroking my wife's thigh. Would he try to push under her skirt? I felt my heart start beating faster and my cock getting even harder. Later Yvonne confirmed that he had indeed started rubbing her thigh and had even pushed it up under her skirt right to her crotch. In fact, it was when he touched her pussy through her nylons that she blushed. She never wears underwear when she wears full nylons.

Carol started to seriously flirt with me at this point. I was sure that would piss off my wife, but it only seemed to encourage her to flirt even more with Brian. Now it was almost like a game between the two women to see who could be more seductive without being outright slutty.

Brian looked at me suddenly. "Hey man, I've just got to kiss your gorgeous wife." He informed me and then laid a lip lock on her that was sensuous and urgent at the same time.

Not to be outdone, Carol turned my head towards her and did the same to me. Normally I would have been totally into a kiss from a babe like Carol, but I was distracted by my wife and Brian and kept trying to look over their way. After what seemed like an hour, but was probably only thirty seconds, I broke the kiss with Carol. A few seconds later Yvonne and Brian ended their kiss as well. This led to an awkward moment of silence with me looking at my wife and her looking down.

"Why don't we go to my place and have a night cap to wind the evening down?" Brian suggested.

I was hoping he would make such an offer. "Sure, sounds great to me." I said, looking at my wife for her consent. "What do you think honey?"

"It's OK with me." She said noncommittally.

"Great. In fact, why don't you drive back with me Yvonne and Carol can go with Peter, just to make sure he doesn't get lost in the dark." Brian said.

Now I knew where his place was and I wasn't going to get lost in the dark, and he knew this too, but everyone just seemed to accept it and go along, so I did too. On the way over we followed Brian's car and we could see that they were kissing at nearly every stop light and stop sign.

"They really seem to be getting friendly." Carol commented. "Just like teenagers."

"They do indeed." I responded.

"It doesn't make you jealous?" She asked.

"No. I know she loves me and will be coming home to my bed tonight." I answered. "If she wants to have some fun before then, why should it bother me?"

Carol reached over and squeezed my rock hard cock through my pants. "Oh, I don't think it bothers you at all. In fact, it feel like it excites you." She said.

When we arrived at Brian's house they had Yvonne and I wait in the living room while they made the drinks. "I love you." I said as I squeezed her knee.

She looked me in the eye. "You aren't upset with me?"

"Why in the world would I be upset with you?" I asked, truly mystified by her question.

"Because of the way I've been behaving with Brian." She answered.

"Hell no!" I exclaimed. "That's what I wanted you to do. Remember my fantasy?"

"Fantasy is just fine, but I didn't know how you'd react to the reality." She replied.

I picked up her hand and put it on my crotch so that she could feel my still hard cock. "Does that tell you how I'm reacting?" I asked.

Yvonne removed her hand quickly as Brian and Carol entered the room with the drinks. They sat down together and a normal conversation was started, however it soon turned to the party. Brian explained that they only played the "musical chairs" game a few times a year. Under the normal rules things don't go too far, but if a couple wants to they can go off and use one of the spare bedrooms. He said they only play the "no holds barred" version with certain couples which have open attitudes towards sex. They also try to add a new couple whenever possible to keep it interesting and Brian was hoping that we might be that couple the previous weekend.

I told him, like we hadn't talked about it quite a bit already, that we had not talked about doing anything like that previous to the party and so we thought it would be better to leave. But I added that we had since talked about it and agreed that it sounded like fun and would like to play the next time it came up. Brian said that he didn't know when they will have a party where they can play the "musical chairs" game again, but if we wanted to we could play it right then. It's more fun with a few more couples, he informed us, but with just the four of us we would still be able to find out if it was something we really wanted to do in the future with more couples.

Yvonne and I both agreed, so he moved some furniture around leaving a small end-table in the middle of the room. Then he placed two chairs on opposite sides of the table, facing out. Carol placed a small votive type candle on the table and Brian turned all the lights off. The resulting flickering light added just the right ambiance for the situation. Brian told us that the only rules are that the women move clockwise and there is no talking. I sat on one chair as Brian started the music and sat down on the other one. Yvonne sat on my lap sideways and from the shadows thrown by the candle I could tell that Carol sat down on Brian's lap.

I started kissing my wife and squeezing her tits though her top. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and explored it with some urgency. I put my other hand on her knee and was working my way up to her pussy when the music changed. As Yvonne got up to move to Brian I whispered in her ear to have fun.

As soon as my wife was gone Carol arrived and sat down on my lap facing me with her legs on either side of my body. In the flickering candle light I could see that she was topless, her firm tits and hard nipples inches from my face. Before the music even started her lips were on mine and her hands were on my crotch squeezing my cock through my pants. I was a little surprised at her aggressiveness, but I recovered quickly and reached for her C-cup sized tits. They had that nice teardrop shape that I love, but her nipples weren't as prominent as Yvonne's. About halfway through the song Carol unbuckled and unzipped my pants, freeing my extremely rigid member from it's confinement. I sucked on her nipples as she used the copious amounts of precum oozing from my cock as lubricant to stroke me with. When the music stopped Carol got up and kissed the head of my dick before moving off to return to Brian.

My wife was a little slow returning to me and when she did it seemed to me that she was very turned on. She seemed a little surprised to find my cock out of my pants, but happily played with it anyway.

"Are you OK?" I whispered.

"Yes, I'm having fun." She whispered back.

"Good." I replied quietly in her ear and then sucked on her earlobe. She loves it when I do that and it gets her so hot. I kissed her neck and put my hands under her blouse to play with her tits. I noticed that her nipples were rock hard and sticking out further than I can ever remember. I decided it was time to turn up the heat, so I grabbed the bottom of her blouse and started to pull it up. She didn't object and in fact put her arms up to allow me to take it completely off.

The song seemed to end too quickly and my wife was off to go sit on Brian's lap again, but this time topless. Carol sat down in my lap and resumed jacking my cock. I didn't want to cum yet, so I put my hands down between her legs, moving hers aside due to the lack of space between our bodies. I was pressing my hand against her jean-covered pussy and sucking on her big tits. She threw her head back, enjoying my ministrations. After a while she must have been getting impatient for more stimulation because she unbuttoned and unzipped her own jeans. Then she took my hand in hers and pushed it down the front of her now open pants. I could tell immediately that she either did not have any underwear on or was wearing a thong. She had very little pubic hair too, probably just a little "landing strip" above the vulva. As tight as the jeans were I still could not reach very far inside, but I was able to reach her clit. She moaned loud enough when I rubbed it that I wondered if Brian and Yvonne heard it.

Now that I was thinking about my wife, I was just dying to know what was happening between her and Brian. I was sure he was sucking on her perfect titties and making her nipples even longer. But was he fingering her pussy like I was doing to Carol? I was so excited just thinking about it that I was glad Carol was no longer touching my cock because I would have cum for sure.

When the music changed again Carol shuffled off, her jeans slowly working their way down her ass. My wife returned to me and the first thing I noticed was that her tits were wet, glistening erotically in the candlelight. The second thing I noticed was that her skirt was gone -- she was now only wearing her nylons! She threw her leg over my lap and sat facing me like Carol had. I reached down and slipped my hand into the front of her nylons; she was soaking wet.

"Did Brian do this?" I asked as I fingered her clit.

"Not yet." She breathed in my ear, barely audible over the music.

"Will you let him if he tries?"

"Yes." She whispered back.

I pushed a finger into her very wet hole. "How about this?"

"Yes." My wife whimpered as I slowly finger fucked her.

I pulled my hand out of her nylons and grabbed her ass with both hands. Then I pulled her nylon covered cunt against my steel hard shaft. "Will you allow this?" I hissed.

"Yes, yes." She moaned in my hear and wiggled against me.

I kissed her hungrily and she returned it in kind. I had to push her back before I squirted my cum all over her stomach and nylons. She must have sensed that I was near the edge, because she didn't try to touch my cock, but played with her own tits as I fingered her very wet pussy. I knew then that she was very horny because normally she did not play with herself in front of me. When the song ended she hopped off of my lap so quickly I almost ripped the top of her nylons as I pulled my hand out. It was like she was actually anxious to get back to Brian, or at least that's what I hoped.

Shortly Carol returned to me wearing nothing but a small black thong. She didn't even sit down, but instead stood next to my chair, pulled down her thong and pulled my head down to her pussy. I didn't need to be told what to do. I licked her extremely wet pussy up and down a few times and then concentrated on her clit. It only took a minute before she was shaking and trembling in orgasm, falling to her knees. When she was finished she smiled and licked all of her juices off of my face. Then she lowered her head and took my cock into her mouth. She was a pretty good cocksucker, not as good as my wife, but then she didn't need to be considering how turned on I was. I shot my load into her mouth in short order and Carol swallowed it all.

Soon after that the music ended and Carol announced that was the last song and that everyone had a minute to get dressed before the lights came back on. I heard the rustling of clothes being donned as I stuffed my softening cock back into my pants. When the lights came back on it was a little bit of a shock to the eyes, but when they adjusted we all just stood there for an awkward moment until Brian suggested another drink. Carol asked what we thought. I said it was interesting and Yvonne said she "enjoyed it." (Wow)

Brian explained that the game originally started as a normal game of "musical chairs" where the women would circle while the music played and all the men were already sitting in the chairs. After playing it this way a few times they decided it would be more fun if no chairs were removed from the game. Then during one party there was a power outage and they decided to play by candlelight, but it was kind of dangerous to have the women scrambling to find a seat all the time, so the men decided to just have them move around the circle at each song change. When the lights abruptly came back on a few people were caught in a slightly embarrassing position and wanted the lights turned off again. He said they had played it by candlelight since then.

We sat there for another hour while they told funny stories about previous games. I could see that my wife was very interested from the number of questions she asked. Brian told us that if we were interested we would definitely be invited to the next party where "musical chairs" was planned to be played. He said he didn't know when that would be, but he would let us know.

The next day Yvonne and I talked about the previous night. I really wanted to know what happened between her and Brian when when played the game. She told me that on the first song with Brian she sat on his lap sideways like she had with me. She said he was no longer the gentleman he was in the bar. He kissed her as soon as she sat down, using plenty of tongue; his hands all over her tits and ass. She asked me about Carol, but I didn't say much and told her I wanted to know what happened during her second song with Brian. Remember, I had removed her blouse just before that, so she was topless.

My wife told me that she sat down sideways again, because of the skirt, and he began playing with her tits and sucking on them. She said that when she put her hand down to check out his cock she found it had already been removed from his pants. Then my wife informed me that Brian's cock felt good in her hands. That blew me away. Near the end of the song he had her stand up so he could remove her skirt. Then he put his hands under her nylons and directly onto her bare ass. She was sure he was going to move around the front to play with her pussy when the music changed.

Yvonne asked about Carol again, wanting to know if I liked her tits. I said they were OK and she was surprised because Carols were bigger than hers, so she thought I'd like them better. I informed her that size was not everything and that shape, sensitivity, and nipple size were big factors too. I told her that her nipples are longer and get harder than Carols. Then I said that during the game I was so distracted thinking about her and Brian that I didn't pay that much attention to Carol. That was only partly true, but I wanted to switch the conversation back to her experience with Brian. That was my real interest and I also got the feeling that she was a little jealous of Carol.

My wife then described her third and last song with Brian. She said that Brian pulled her down onto his lap with her facing and straddling him. At first she played with his cock, and then he reached down and played with her pussy. At one point he slipped his hand under her nylons and finger fucked her. By the end of the song she was grinding her nylon covered snatch against his bare cock while Brian sucked on her tits and squeezed her ass.




MILF Chronicles Ch. 11



There was no more talking; my cock was aching and we wound up in bed fucking for the next hour. It was like we were newlyweds again, these last couple of weeks. I loved it and my wife wasn't complaining either.

Later that day I asked Yvonne if she might really fuck Brian. She said she might, depending on the situation. Then I asked if she would be willing to give him a blow job, but again she was noncommittal. I tried to press her later, but she still wouldn't give me a straight answer, so I backed off for the time being.

The next few days the only thing I could think about was watching my wife have sex with Brian, although frankly it didn't have to be him, he was just available and convenient at the time. But I didn't talk to Yvonne about it; I sensed that she was getting annoyed at my persistent questioning.

By Wednesday morning, however, I couldn't help myself. We were having breakfast and I just blurted it out. "Would you really fuck Brian?"

"I don't know." She answered, slightly annoyed.

"Would you give him a blow job?" I asked.

"Is that the only thing you think about? Can't we just have a normal conversation anymore?" She barked.

"Sorry." I mumbled, looking down.

We sat there eating in silence for a minute, the air heavy between us.

"Yes." Yvonne said quietly.

"What?" I asked confused.

"I'm answering your question." She replied.

"Really? You'd give him a blow job?" I requested confirmation.

"Yes." She answered.

"I'm sorry I keep pestering you about this, but I've had this fantasy about watching you have sex with another man as long as we've been married. I don't want to participate, I just want to watch. I know you don't believe me, but it's true." I told her.

"You want me to put on a sex show for you? I'm not sure that I can. I think it would be really strange doing something like that while you watched." She said.

I think she finally believed my fantasy and that I wanted to see it acted out. Now I just had to make it happen. I talked to Brian several times after that and we hatched a plan.

On Friday when Yvonne and I arrived at the office I informed her that Brian would be stopping by later in the morning to talk about changes to his lawn maintenance plan. She was clearly suspicious and asked what I was planning, but I pleaded innocence. Later when Brian arrived I could hear him complimenting my wife on her appearance, telling her she was elegantly sexy. She admitted him into my office and went back to her desk.

"Does she know what we have planned?" Brian asked me.

"I think she may have guessed, but I didn't tell her." I answered.

"Do you think she'll do it?" He wondered out loud.

"I think so, if I handle it right." I replied.

We talked for a few more minutes and then I called in my wife with the excuse that I needed her to take some notes for us. In my office there was only my desk and chair, a small leather sofa, and another leather chair. I was sitting in the leather chair and Brian was sitting on one end of the sofa, so when I asked Yvonne to sit down she had no choice but to sit by Brian. We discussed some minor changes to Brian's contract and my wife wrote them down in her notebook. When we finished with that there was an uncomfortable silence and Yvonne stood up.

"So, Brian, you like the way Yvonne dresses, do you?" I commented.

Yvonne hesitated, not sure if she should leave or stay.

"Yes, I do." He replied. "That blouse is perfect for the office; sexy but understated at the same time."

My wife apparently decided to stay because she sat back down.

"Did you know that she almost never wears a bra?" I asked.

"Really? What about today?" He quizzed me.

"I don't know for sure, why don't you find out." I said, virtually giving him permission to fondle my wife.

Brian reached out and fondled Yvonne's tits through her blouse. I could see her face flush which was a sure sign she was getting excited. When he was satisfied that she was bra-less he stopped and another sign of her arousal was evident: her nipples were clearly hard and sticking out, making nice little dents in her blouse.

"I don't think there's anything on under there, but I think I should check further." Brian said.

"That's OK with me." I replied. "What about you Yvonne, do you mind?"

"I guess not." She answered quietly.

"Are you sure?" Brian asked her directly as he reached for the first button on her blouse.

"No, but I won't stop you." She said, her voice quivering slightly.

Then he opened each button and pulled the blouse apart, revealing her pert, beautiful tits. The nipples were hard and pointing straight at him invitingly.

"You're breasts are gorgeous, Yvonne. I just have to kiss them." Brian said. Then he leaned forward and began kissing them.

She was still flushed and looked slightly embarrassed, but that only turned me on more, for some reason. It was fascinating watching another man kiss and suck on my wife's tits, making them glisten in the bright office light.

"Are you wearing panties?" He asked her. She didn't answer him. "Do you mind of I check?"

"OK." My wife squeaked.

Brian then started tugging on her skirt and I watch amazed as my wife lifted her hips so that he could remove it. He pulled it down to her feet and removed it completely. Pushing her legs apart a little he could clearly see that she was wearing a small frilly white pair of panties. She didn't object when he slid his hand up her inner thigh and put his hand on her mound. This further emboldened him so he pushed her panties aside and slipped his finger easily into her pussy. She must have been very wet. The look of embarrassment on her face intensified and this just excited me more.

After a few minutes of sucking on her tits and fingering fucking her, Brian got off the sofa and down onto the floor. He pulled her forward a bit and removed her panties. Then he buried his head between her legs and starting licking her snatch. It was such a turn-on to watch my wife squirm against another man's tongue and buck her hips into his face. After about five minutes she shuddered in orgasm. It wasn't the biggest one I'd ever seen her have, but for me it was still the best.

She pushed Brian away and he sat back down on the sofa beside her. His face was slick with her juices and she wiped it off with some tissues.

"I suppose I should return the favor." She said, almost too softly for me to hear. Then she kissed him as she opened his pants. I think he whispered something in her ear, but I couldn't hear it. He pushed her blouse completely off and she slipped her hand into his underwear. After a few minutes Brian stood and pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles. His cock looked to be a bit longer and bigger around than mine, but I was watching Yvonne's reaction more, so I'm not sure about that.

"I want to fuck you." Brian said as he pushed her back on the sofa.

I thought I was finally going to see my wife get fucked by another man, but she suddenly stiffened and sat back up.

"I can't. Not here. Not now." She objected, much to my disappointment. "But I do have other talents, I'm told."

With that she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. Brian closed his eyes and smiled, obviously enjoying her oral expertise. I knew what he was feeling; my wife was an excellent cocksucker. After a few minutes he started to show signs he was close to blowing his nut and Yvonne increased her tempo. When he stiffened and groaned I knew he was shooting his cum into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. After he got dressed he said he still wanted to fuck her when she was ready and he left.

I rushed over to my wife intending to fuck her, but she said she didn't want my cum dripping down her legs the rest of the day, although that sounded sexy as hell to me, so she gave me a blow job too. I didn't last as long as Brian, but I sure enjoyed it. Yvonne just put her clothes back on after that and went back out to her desk.

We didn't talk about it until we were laying in bed that night.

"Was the reality as good as the fantasy?" She asked me.

"It was even better." I answered. "What was it like for you?"

"It was strange doing all that while you watched." She replied. "Actually it was kind of embarrassing."

I didn't tell her that made it an even bigger turn-on for me; she might find that a lot stranger that what had happened in the office earlier. I laid there reliving the memory.

"He really wanted to fuck you." I stated the obvious.

"I know." She sighed.

"But right now, I really want to fuck you." I said.

She smiled and reached for my already hard cock. "Give it to me, stud." She purred.

Once again the sex was great and I fell asleep, satisfied for the moment.

I talked to Brian on the phone quite a bit over the weekend. We both agreed that Friday was great, but we needed to somehow push it further. He wanted to fuck my wife and I wanted to see her get fucked. I didn't think that another tryst like the one on Friday would work, so we had to come up with something else. That's when he told me about another friend of his, Alex. He said that he partied with Alex quite often and thought that maybe an 'intimate' little party with us, himself and Carol, and Brian and his girl might just do the trick. He also informed me that Alex is very well connected with many local businessmen and might be able to help me scare up some more business. This sounded good to me, so I gave him the go-ahead to set something up with Alex.

On Monday afternoon Brian called me at the office and told me that he had arranged a party with Alex for the coming Saturday. It would be just the three couples as we had discussed, so hopefully Yvonne would feel comfortable. Brian also felt that she would be more likely to do something that she was already familiar with, so he got Alex to agree to play the musical chairs game. I told Brian we would be there and he gave me directions to Alex's house.

When I informed my wife about the party she was not too happy that I didn't ask her first. I sold it to her on the basis that this was a way to meet Alex and hopefully get some contacts with some local businesses owners that might be interested in our company's services. She knew that although the new contracts we had just signed with Brian's friends had helped, we were still slowly sinking, so she agreed.

I didn't push her anymore that week about having sex Brian, or anybody else, since I didn't want her to become suspicious about the real reason for the party. I think she still suspected that there was more to it, but she didn't say anything to me. The week seemed to drag and all I could think of was the upcoming party.

On Saturday as we were pulled up to Alex's impressive house I started to get nervous; I didn't know Alex and was wondering what I had gotten myself into. But as soon as we met him I was immediately put at ease. He was a few years older than Yvonne and I, probably in his early thirties. He was also friendly, trim, and good looking, as best I could judge. From my wife's reactions I think she found him charming.

We found out that Alex's girlfriend Jill was a chef and she had cooked up a very nice meal for us. We had some expensive wine with our dinner and easily polished off two bottles. After dinner we retired to the living room and Alex made everybody drinks; he was the perfect host. We sat around talking and having a good time. Yvonne seemed very relaxed and even flirted a little with Brian. Alex and I talked about my business and he offered to introduce me to a couple of people that he thought might be willing to change their grounds maintenance company. I thanked Alex, but he just waved it off pointing out that there were no guarantees and that I would still have to work hard to take the contracts away from my competitors. I assured him that I planned on making the most out of any opportunities that he steered my way.

A little bit later, after everyone was well oiled from the drinks that Alex was expertly mixing, he asked if everybody would like to play a party game. Everybody responded in the affirmative, even my wife, but she asked what game he had in mind. When he suggested the musical chairs game Yvonne looked at me and narrowed her eyes a little, clearly thinking that I had planned this part of the evening. Alex started to explain how the game differed from the traditional version, but she stopped him and said that she knew how it worked. He then asked her directly if she was interested and she smiled as she looked at me and said "Yes."

Alex moved some furniture out of the way and Brian carried in some chairs from the dining room. The table he used was round, so he was able to place the three chairs equally spaced around it. The candle was lit and the room lights turned off. Then the music was started and the men sat down in their chairs with their own woman in their lap initially. I kissed my wife passionately and fondled her tits aggressively. Before the music changed I whispered in her ear to relax, have fun, and do whatever she wanted. Then I began unbuttoning her blouse. I finished just as the music changed, but I didn't get a chance to actually take it off before she got up and headed for Brian in the next chair.

I was imagining Brian's pleasure as Yvonne sat down in his lap with her blouse completely open and bare tits showing when Jill sat down in my lap. Her blouse was gone, but she was still wearing a frilly little bra that was barely holding in her ample tits. The music started again and she began kissing me and unbuttoning my shirt. This surprised me a little, but I didn't object. When she was finished she pushed it off my shoulders and I let it slip off my arms. I thought that one good turn deserved another so I unclasped her bra and removed it. Her nipples were fantastic, hard and long; almost as great as Yvonne's.

I started sucking on Jill's tits and in response she rubbed my cock through my pants. Although I was really enjoying this I still couldn't help wondering what my wife was doing with Brian. I was sure that he had removed her blouse and had sucked on her tits, much like I was going to Jill, but how much further had they gone? Was she fondling his cock? Was Brian removing her skirt? Just then the feeling of a hand wrapping around my bare cock broke me out of me reverie. Jill had managed to unbuckle and unzip my pants without me noticing. She was giving me an expert hand job and brought me right to the edge of orgasm before the music and Jill stopped. I groaned as she slipped off my lap and moved off to sit on Brian's lap next.

Carol walked up to me next. She was only wearing a tiny pair of underwear, otherwise she was nude. Instead of sitting on my lap, however, she got down on her knees and started licking my rock hard cock. As the next song played she teased me for a while with her mouth, but she didn't let me cum. When she finally stood up to sit on my lap I pulled off her panties; they were drenched. I reached between her legs and played with her clit, making her moan. Then I inserted a finger and slowly stroked it in and out, returning her teasing and not letting her cum. But I didn't keep this up for long because I really needed to fuck someone and she was here in my lap so I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her close. Just then the music stopped again and she hopped off, leaving me with blue balls.

My wife returned to me now and I was thrilled to see that she was completely naked! She sat down in my lap straddling me and looked unbelievably hot. Her tits were wet with the other mens saliva and when I put my hand between her legs she was gushing so much pussy juice that her inner thighs were even coated with it. Her labia was puffy and her clit a hard little nub.

"What have you been up to?" I whispered my inquiry. "Who took off your clothes?"

"Brian was the one that stripped me." She answered. "But it was Alex that pulled me onto his cock."

"What?" I hissed in excitement, almost too loudly. "You were fucking Alex."

"Yes, he has a nice cock." She replied. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it?"

I answered her by pulling her onto my cock. She took my entire length in one stroke, she was so wet. As she slowly fucked me she whispered in my ear, teasing me.

"I loved the feel of their hot cocks in my hands. I can't wait to fuck Brian, I'll bet he's really good." She breathed in my ear.

I didn't think I had ever felt her pussy so wet and hot before. I was trying to hold my climax back, but I could feel my balls tightening as it crept closer.

"After they have both cum in my pussy I'm going to suck them hard so that they can fuck me again." She whispered to me.

Oh fuck, I didn't think I was going to last much longer at that rate. When Yvonne sensed that I was going to cum she hopped off of me and got down onto her knees. I couldn't believe what she was doing; she never sucked me off after we had already started fucking. But tonight was different and as soon as she put her lips around my cock and started lashing it with her tongue I erupted. It was a very powerful orgasm, maybe the most powerful of my life. I squirted three, four, five times into her mouth and my sexy wife swallowed every drop. She continued to milk me with her mouth until the music changed. Then she stood up and walked away. I was so excited knowing that she was going to fuck another man. I only wished I could watch.

Jill was my next partner and as I expected she was nude as well. I guessed all the women were at this point and the men were surely close behind. When she saw that I was half hard she made a comment about making me more comfortable and pulled my pants and underwear completely off. She began playing with my cock as I pulled on her nipples, but I was distracted trying to watch my wife fuck Brian.

"You want to watch your wife, don't you?" Jill asked rhetorically. Then she turned me so that I was sitting sideways in the chair and facing more in the direction of Brian's chair. As she sucked on my cock trying to revive it I watched my wife and Brian fucking in the flickering candlelight. Yvonne was slowly bouncing on Brian's cock as he sat there and sucked on her tits. I couldn't see everything in the faint light, but what I could see was incredibly erotic. Better than I thought it would be. My cock was getting hard again and Jill was eagerly working it over with her mouth. I was so engrossed in watching my wife fucking Brian that I almost didn't notice that the music had stopped. But they didn't stop. Instead Brian stood up, holding Yvonne on his cock, and carried her a few steps to a small sofa where he laid her down.

I pushed Jill off my cock and followed them so that I could get a good vantage point. Now that he had my wife on her back Brian started seriously fucking her, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back into her on each stroke. Yvonne's mouth was open and I could hear her whimpers of pleasure over the music. Jill appeared next to me and bent over the back of a chair, inviting me to fuck her from behind. I took her up on it, slipping my rejuvenated cock into her slick pussy hole, but I kept my eyes on my wife. As I watched Brian pound his meat into her I thought it couldn't get any better, but I was wrong.

I saw someone approaching from the right in my peripheral vision. It was Alex. He crossed my view and stood in front of Yvonne. She did not appear to be aware of his presence until he placed his cock on her lips. Her eyes flew open in surprise, but when she saw his cock, she reached for it with one hand and began stroking it. After just a few strokes she licked it a few times and then opened her mouth and stuffed it in. I could hardly believe my eyes. I thought I'd never see my wife fuck another man, and here she was taking two at once!

Carol walked up and leaned over next to Jill and announced that it was her "turn", so I pulled out of Jill and started fucking Carol. For the next ten minutes or so that's how it went, me alternating between Jill and Carol while we watched Brian and Alex with my wife. I watched as my sexy wife shook and cried out in orgasm at least twice; it was incredible. Then Brian and Alex switched places. Alex didn't last long, though, and after just a minute or two of banging Yvonne he shot his load deep inside of her, shuddering and groaning.




MILF Chronicles Ch. 12



Chapter 12: Plots and Perversions

This is the continuing chronicle of the MILF club. If you have not read any other chapters I suggest you go back and read them for background. This chapter continues the story of the primary characters, Sherry and Peter.

To a casual observer I was just taking an evening walk, but in reality I was waiting for a call from Drew. As I wandered, my anger over how Marc had treated my wife simmered.

"Beep-beep. Beep-beep." The cell phone sounded from my pocket. I pulled out the small plastic marvel of modern technology, opened it up, and put it to my face.

"This is Peter." I said.

"Hello Peter." Drew's familiar voice sounded in my ear. "Anything to report?"

"You better fucking believe it." I answered, my voice dripping with venom. I unloaded on Drew, telling him the short version of what Marc and Chad had put my wife through. He didn't deserve my anger, but he was the only one with whom I could vent.

"Look, I know it was bad, and that you're upset, but your wife was never in any real danger." Drew said.

"What?" I barked. "That bastard Marc gave her away to complete strangers!"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you." He replied quickly. "They weren't strangers. Chad is Marc's younger brother."

"What the fuck?" Was my confused response.

"It's a head game that they play, pretending not to know each other." Drew explained.

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah. They've done it before. Actually it was originally Tara's idea; she's one perverted little bitch." He answered.

"Fuck, Drew. I don't know how much more of this I can take." I whined.

"Hang in there Peter. We are making progress in taking these bastards down; really we are." He reassured me. "Actually, Sherry's recent ordeal may be of some use in that regard."

"What? How?" I stammered.

"Well, the club was originally started by someone else, but just for fun and the women were more or less volunteers. But then Alex started blackmailing younger and hotter women and managed to take control. He's the one who brought in Marc, by the way. Anyway, the original club founder wants to end it, but he needs to do it in a way that doesn't risk revealing his involvement. We all would like the same thing, of course." Drew explained.

"OK, OK, but how does my wife's debasement at Marc and Chad's hands have to do with it?" I interrupted.

"I'm getting to that. As it turns out, the last time Marc and Chad played this game, the husband almost went public. He figured that was preferable to the danger of having his wife abused by strangers. Alex had to explain to him that Chad was Marc's brother and they were just playing a game. Eventually he was able to convince the man not to 'out' everyone, but as a result Alex told Marc to never play that game again. It was just too dangerous. Now, from what I hear Alex and Marc are bickering over how to run the club, so if you confront Alex, much like that other husband did, that should stir things up a bit." He continued.

"How will that help?" I asked.

"If they are fighting amongst themselves it will make it easier for us to do what we need to. I can't give you details right now, but I have already made contact with the founding member of the club and we are working on a plan now. The information you have provided us has been very helpful, by the way." Drew informed me.

"Great, when do take them down?" I wanted to know.

"We're not ready just yet. Like I already said, just hold on for a little longer. I'm just as anxious as you are to end this nightmare, but we'll only get one shot at doing this right and keeping it from going public, so we have to be careful."

"All right. I understand. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I replied somewhat dejectedly, and folded the phone shut. Putting it back into my pocket I started making my way back home; taking a different route back than on the way out. I always tried to mix up my routes, just in case.

Later that day I called Alex and unloaded on him about Marc and Chad. I threatened to just 'out' the entire club and everybody in it, saying that Sherry's safety was ultimately more important than anything else. He assured me that Sherry was never in any danger and that it wouldn't happen again. He advised me not act harshly and said that if I did that the damage he would unleash would follow us forever. I pretended to be convinced by his assurances and threats and hung up.

For the next two weeks we didn't hear from Alex or any other member of the club, no doubt a result of my call. I guess Alex figured we were due a break. It was a welcome respite, but we knew it couldn't last. When we did finally hear from the club, it was from a surprising source - sleazy Carl. Apparently he owned the stripper bar where Sherry met Alex for the first time after we were forced into the club. Carl told me that he held an amateur night once every month and sometimes when he does not get enough contestants he fills in using "MILFs" from the club. This time he needed two women, and Sherry was one of his picks.

He informed me that I was to have her at his bar by seven o'clock on Thursday evening. She was to either wear something slutty or bring something to change into. When I told my wife she seemed more apprehensive about this than any of the other club 'events' she had endured so far. This seemed strange to me since all she had to do was dance and take her clothes off, but for some reason this scared her more than having sex with strange men. Go figure.

Despite her fears when Thursday night rolled around we found ourselves at Carl's titty bar. He had Sherry sign some consent papers (yeah, like we were really consenting to this) and then he whisked her away to get dressed for the contest while I sat at the bar and drank. A few other women showed up to do the same thing including Yvonne and Mike from the club. I chatted briefly with Mike while we waited for the contest to start. He seemed more relaxed about it than I was, but then I suppose everybody reacts differently to weird situations.

Finally at eight o'clock the contest started. Sherry was the first one out. She had changed into a very short black skirt and a bright red spandex top. On her feet were CFM pumps with four inch heels. The effect was very slutty, which was what Carl had requested.

Carl had informed us that the women get two songs, one to warm up, and another to finish with. Normally they are allowed to strip off as little or much as they wanted, and full nudity was allowed. The audience would vote after all the women had danced, so they were encouraged to take off as much as they could handle. However he told Sherry that he expected her to be completely naked by the time her second song ended, to help encourage the other amateurs to do the same.

So Sherry teased the audience throughout the entire first song and only removed her top at the very end of it. I had to admit, she was pretty good, and I got an instant hard-on as soon as her top hit the floor. During the second song she removed her skirt revealing a tiny red thong. She looked hot as hell dancing around in just that thong and the heels. Just before the second song ended she removed the thong as well and showed the audience of horny men her shaved, glistening snatch. I found out later that Carl had forced her to oil it up when she changed. He wanted her to look wet and excited. It worked.

The second woman was Yvonne. She did not dance as well as Sherry, but she has a tight sexy body and received a lot of appreciative cat-calls from the men. By the end of the her second dance she was nude as well. None of the other women were as hot, in my opinion, as my wife and Yvonne. Only one of them stripped down completely, and she was very nervous, which kind of detracted from her performance.

After the last one was finished dancing they were all brought back up on stage in whatever state of undress they were in from their second dance. Then the DJ pointed each one out and asked for a vote from the audience. I was not surprised when my wife won. At that point all the women left the stage and I was expecting Sherry to return to me in a few minutes so that we could go home. But that's not what happened.

The DJ returned to the stage and announced that the night's winner, Sherry, had refused to take the prize money (two hundred dollars) and just wanted to dance one more time for all her fans. I knew this was total bullshit, but the guys all ate it up and went bananas. So the Don Henley song "All She Wants to Do is Dance" started up and my wife strutted back onto the stage, completely nude except for the CFM heels, and started dancing.

If she was nervous earlier it didn't show now. She danced like a pro, running her hands all over her body and really teasing the audience. At one point she squatted right at the front of the stage and ran her hands up and down the insides of her thighs. At the end of the song she bent over with her ass facing the bar and gave it a big slap. Wow! I never knew she had it in her to perform like that. The place went crazy and she strutted off the stage amid a standing ovation.

I was proud of her, in a weird kind of way, but also relieved that it was over and looking forward to getting out of there. Alas, my expectations were dashed again when Carl came out to talk to Mike and me.

"It's going to be a little bit yet before your slutty little wives are ready to leave. They are entertaining a few of my friends in the back there. I'll send 'em out when they're done with 'em." He cackled evilly.

So we cooled our heels at the bar while our wives were once again used as sexual toys for some strangers they had never met before. It's a good thing I don't get violent when I drink or I would have creamed Carl right there.

After another hour or so Yvonne and Sherry rejoined us at the bar and we got out of there as fast as possible. On the way home my wife told me that she was very nervous at first, but once she got up on the stage she realized that she couldn't really see the audience through the glare of the lighting and so she just put them out of her mind and just danced. She said that she pretended she was dancing for me only.

She also verified that Carl had forced her to sign a waiver for the prize and to 'volunteer' to dance one more time. When she went backstage she said all the other girls were gone, except for Yvonne who was giving a blow job to some fat guy and getting fucked by another one. Two other guys immediately grabbed Sherry and started fondling her. She said that they were kind of rough, but didn't really hurt her. She said they were all about thirty to forty years old and not too bad to look at. In fact, she said one was quite the stud who had a nice cock and knew how to use it. There was no concern for the women, though, they just used them as fuck toys until they couldn't get their dicks up anymore.

When we arrived home my wife showered and then went to bed, saying she was tired and sore. I guess the stud had a pretty big cock and really liked pound their pussies hard with it. She said he was like a machine and could stay hard seemingly as long as he wanted to. She was of the opinion that he only orgasmed at the end because he had become bored or tired. What a strange night.

About a week later I found a note on my desk to expect some communication from Jason, one of the club members that we have so far not had any dealings with except for the mixer. I vaguely remembered him as a man about my age, but not much more. Sure enough not long after supper I received a telephone call from Jason.

He wanted us to check into the Hyatt Regency across town and hang out in the bar pretending to be on a quick weekend holiday from another city. Sherry was to play the submissive slut housewife while I was to play the dumb husband that liked to be cuckolded by strange men. Then he and his two brothers would "notice us" at the bar and eventually they would go up to our room with us to fuck my wife while I watched.

I hated these games, but I was resigned to our fate for the moment. I made arrangements for Sherry's sister Bev to stay at our place with her little girl while we "went away for a little holiday". Bev didn't seem to mind since she was divorced and lived in a little apartment. I'm sure she ate better when she stayed at our place as well.

So on Friday Sherry packed an overnight bag for us and I took off early from work to pick her up and drive across town. We checked into the hotel about four o'clock and headed up to the room to change. Jason wanted my wife to wear a little black cocktail dress, stockings, CFM pumps and no underwear. He wanted the dress to show as much skin as possible but still be classy. Fortunately Sherry already had just the thing to fit the bill. It was short, backless, and showed quite a bit of cleavage, but still provided enough support that she did not need a bra with it.

At five o'clock with her hair and makeup done, we went down to the bar on the first floor of the hotel. Jason said that he would arrive with his brothers around five thirty or six and he wanted us to already be there. He instructed us to sit at the bar, so I found us a couple of stools near one end and we sat down. I ordered a beer and Sherry asked for a glass of wine. While we waited and chatted several unattached men stopped and flirted with my wife. I couldn't blame them really, she was easily the sexiest woman in the place. As I looked around I realized that everybody else was dressed more casually which made her stand out. It occurred to me that this was probably Jason's intent when he specified this type of dress.

Finally I spotted three men enter the bar, and one of them looked familiar. I thought that this was probably Jason. They looked around briefly and then found an table and sat down. Jason approached the bar and stood next to us as he waited to get the attention of the bartender.

"Just stay here and wait for me to return." He said quietly.

When the bartender acknowledged him he asked for the cocktail waitress and the barkeep said he would send her over. We drank and chatted about nothing while I kept a covert eye on them as they ordered and received their first round. I noticed after a while that they seemed to be having quite an animated discussion going on and kept glancing in our direction. Soon Jason stood up and headed in our way.

"OK, are you ready? Do you know what you are supposed to do?" He asked us.

"Yes, we studied your script." I answered. Jason had sent us a basic script on how we were to act and respond. He was putting on a little play for his brothers and Sherry had the starring role. I just had a supporting part.

"What about you?" He questioned Sherry directly.

"Oh yes." She said softly.

"Good. Already in character." He responded. "Follow me to the table and for gods sake, stay in character and on script."

We picked up our drinks and followed him to the table. He introduced us to his brothers, Jeff and Jake and asked us to sit down. We gave them the prearranged speech about being on a weekend holiday from another city and were just looking for some fun. That last part elicited a small smirk from them.

Jason explained that they were celebrating the one year anniversary of Jeff's divorce and also looking for some fun. Jeff, apparently the older of the three, told us what a bitch his ex-wife was and that he was glad to be free from her. He claimed that he was getting more sex now than when he was married. As previously instructed, both Sherry and I laughed as if it was a really funny remark. It did give Jason the opening that he was looking for, however.

"I doubt that's a problem for you, Peter, with a wife like Sherry." He commented.

"No it's not." I agreed. "In fact, in that department she's really too much for one man." I know it sounded stupid, but that's what his script had said.

"Really? Ever think of recruiting some help for that problem?" Jason asked.

"Sometimes." I answered.

"What do you think about that, honey?" Jason asked my wife.

"Peter always makes sure all my needs are met." She replied enigmatically.

"I'll bet he does." Jason responded.

The cocktail waitress showed up at that point and we all ordered another round. We chatted a little about current events and such for a little while as we continued to drink. I think Jason wanted everybody to get a little oiled before he pushed things to the next level.

"So, do you sometimes do more than just think about getting help?" Jason asked me out of the blue.

"What?" I acted confused.

"You know, with her sexual needs." He prompted.

"Um, yeah, sometimes." I answered trying to act embarrassed.

"Hey, it's OK. We understand." He reassured me. I wanted to punch him in the nose. His script was so lame. "So, is that what you are here for this weekend? Are you recruiting some help?"

"Ah, well, maybe. If I could find the right sort of, um, help." I stammered, hopefully convincingly. Jason had warned us that if we were not convincing that Sherry would pay the price.

"Well, it looks like you've found what you were looking for." He said gleefully. "What do you think guys, can we help Peter out?"

"Hell, yeah." Jake exclaimed.

"What're friends for?" Jeff opined.

I opened my mouth as if to object, but Jason cut me off. "Then it's settled. What room are you in?" He demanded.

"2244." I said truthfully.

"OK, I tell you what. Go up now and get the room ready for us. We'll follow up with your wife in a bit and really get this party started." Jason instructed.

Sherry put on a worried expression. "Are you going to leave me here?" She asked me.

"Don't worry, I'll see you soon." I told her. "Just be a good girl and do what you are told."

She pouted slightly, but didn't say anything else. This was the end of the script, so I finished my drink and headed up to the room. As I left the bar I looked back. Jeff had already taken the vacated seat beside my wife. With Jason on the other side, she was truly trapped. I only hesitated briefly there and then turned and headed for the elevator bank in the lobby.

When I got to the room I turned on all the lights and pulled all the blankets off the queen sized bed to keep them from getting soiled. I wanted something to sleep on when the gang bang was over. Then I sat down and waited for the knock on the door announcing their arrival. After fifteen minutes had passed I started getting a little nervous and was thinking about heading back down to the bar to see what was going on. Then the phone next to the bed rang.

I picked it up. "Hello?"

"Peter, this is Jason. We decided to show your wife a local pub that's not far from here. It's much more colorful than the boring one in the hotel. Don't worry, we'll be back soon."

"What? When are you coming back?" I asked, but he had already hung up. With no caller-id I had no idea what his cell phone number was. I had no choice but to wait.

A few minutes later the phone rang again. I answered it.

"Peter." I recognized my wife's voice instantly. "Jason told me to call you and tell you what was happening so that you wouldn't be lonely." I knew that was bullshit. It was to humiliate me. "I'm in the back seat of his car with his brothers. They are sucking on my tits."

"Tell him what it feels like." That was Jason, shouting over the road noise from the front seat.

"Oh, it fells wonderful, honey." She cooed. It probably did feel good, but to me it was obvious she was hamming it up. "Oh, now Jeff is pushing my legs apart. And now he's running his hand up my leg." There was a slight pause while all I heard was road noise and breathing. "Now he's reached my pussy and is pushing a finger inside. Mmm, he's finger fucking me right here in the car."

"That's enough for now, give me back the phone. You can call hubby later." That was Jason again, and then the line went dead.




MILF Chronicles Ch. 12



I didn't know exactly what Jason had planned, but I figured he'd keep calling or having Sherry call me to keep me up to date on the most recent perversions he was forcing my wife to participate in. Sherry told me later that they arrived at the Pub a few minutes later. The men found a booth in the back and ordered another round of drinks. She was seated between Jeff and Jake this time, and they were in some kind of competition to see who could kiss her better. They kept their hands busy under the table as well, playing with her pussy.

Then someone started up the juke box and a few couples wandered out to the dance floor. Jake grabbed my wife and joined them. The first number was pretty fast and he kept Sherry moving which made her tits jiggle so much they almost popped out of the dress. The next song was slow and Jake pulled her in close. It didn't take him long to move his hands down to her ass. By the end of the song he had the bottom of Sherry's dress pulled up revealing her bare ass to anybody that cared to look as he kneaded her firm cheeks.

Another slow song started and Jake was replaced by his bother Jeff. He too pulled her close and exposed her ass. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her stomach in the front and his probing hands in back. She said it was both embarrassing and exciting at the same time. There were several more slow songs with the three brothers trading off more or less continuously. Sherry was pretty sure that all those slow songs in a row were picked by Jason.

They seemed to get bolder as the crowd around the dance floor grew. They began reaching inside the front of her dress to play with her tits and pussy. Finally they got the evil eye from the manager and decided to return to their booth before they got kicked out.

Back in my hotel room the phone rang again. I let it ring several more times before I answered it.

"Peter! Your wife is a great dancer." I think it was Jeff talking, but it was kind of hard to tell over the background noise in the bar. "She's a great cocksucker too. In fact, she's sucking me off right now under the table." He informed me. "I'll take a picture and show you later. Shit, she's going to make me cum, I gotta go."

I sat there holding the telephone receiver in my hand wondering what they would do next. I hung the phone up and just hoped that they didn't get my wife arrested. About five minutes later the phone rang again.

"This is Jason. We're back in the car. Sherry is sucking off Jake in the back seat now. Here take a listen." He must have held the phone toward the rear section of the car because I could hear Jake saying "Oh fuck she has a good mouth. Yeah baby, suck my cock, make me cum."

That faded out and Jason's voice returned. "She was not able to finish him in the bar before we got kicked out, and he couldn't wait." He chuckled. "Now we are going to the drive-thru to get some food before we go back to the hotel. Do you want us to get you anything?"

"No, I'm not hungry." I answered mechanically.

"OK, suit yourself. We'll see you in a little while." Jason replied and hung up.

When Sherry filled me in later I found out that before they got to the fast food place they had Sherry sit in the front passenger seat. Then Jason pulled down the top of her dress so that she was naked from the waist up and he ordered her not to cover up when they got to the drive-thru. They ordered a sack of burgers and pulled up to the window to pay for their order. Sherry said that the young man in the burger place had a perfect view inside the car, but didn't notice her immediately. When he finally realized that a hot woman was sitting there exposing her breasts to him, his eyes got very big and he froze while counting out the change.

Jason asked him nonchalantly if there was anything wrong. He stammered something like "she's so beautiful", but managed to give him his change. He seemed to have forgotten about the food though, and Jason had to remind him. The men in the car all had a big laugh as they pulled away from the restaurant. She started pulling the top of her dress back up, but Jason told her to leave it alone. She didn't like driving through the city topless, but knew she that she didn't have any choice.

When they stopped at a red light someone said "Hey, don't look now Sherry, but you have an admirer." And sure enough there was a young man alongside the car on my wife's side staring at her. She said that he was thin and somewhat unkempt, sitting on what looked like a moped. Her best guess was that he was one of those geeks that didn't socialize well because he seemed intelligent. Jason rolled down the window on that side of the car and addressed the man. "Like what you see?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." He stammered.

Jason laughed. "No, don't be sorry, she likes it when people look. Otherwise she wouldn't be sitting there like that. Isn't that right honey?"

Sherry, partially embarrassed and partly just playing the submissive role just looked away and nodded.

"Bet you've never seen nice tits like that up close before." Jason said to the young man.

He just shook his head no as he continued to stare at my wife's bare tits. Not that I blamed him; they are really great.

"So, what do you think?" Jason asked him.

"Uh, they're great, really just wonderful." He managed to spit out.

"Would you like to touch them?" Jason offered.

"Oh, can I?" He replied.

"Sure, just reach in and give 'em a squeeze." Jason answered.

"Is it OK with you miss?" The geeky man asked Sherry.

"Yes, go ahead." She replied quietly, knowing that was the required response.

He reached in with one hand and gently touched her right breast, slowly running his hand over the soft, warm flesh. He did the same to the other one. Then he got a little more aggressive and gave them both a light squeeze. Then Jason ended his fun.

"If you have a cell phone, quick take a picture before the light changes." He told the young man.

His face lit up as he swiftly removed the small device from his pocket, framed a shot, and took a picture of my wife sitting topless in Jason's car. She even managed to give him a little smile. Now he had a memento of this erotic experience that he could treasure forever, and proof that it had actually happened. He probably masturbates to it frequently, although Sherry does not agree with that.

"Time to get back to the hotel and get in some serious fucking." Jason announced.

"I still think we should take her to the truck-stop. We could get a real gang bang going there." Jeff countered.

"Are you kidding?" Jason replied. "They'd never give her back and her husband would surely call the police eventually when we didn't return her."

"Yeah, but she'd get the best non-stop fucking of her life until then." Jeff answered.

"Enough. I've already told you it's too risky. Maybe you don't have a lot to loose, but Jake and I do." Jason responded seriously.

"Wimp." Was Jeff's retort.

Sherry shuddered at the thought of being continuously used for an entire weekend by an endless line of fat horny truckers in some truck-stop dive. She was glad that Jason was in charge and not Jeff. They drove on in silence for a few minutes, her tits still exposed.

Back in the room I was still expecting a call from them telling me that they were off on yet another errand to force my wife into more public lascivious activities. Instead of the phone ringing, however, I heard a knock at the door. I got up and opened it to find Jason, Jeff, Jake, and Sherry standing in the hallway. Sherry was only wearing her thong, stockings, and pumps; Jake was carrying her dress. I stepped aside and they walked in.

"Did you bring her through the lobby like this?" I asked incredulously?

"Thought about it." Jason answered. "But we decided to wait until we got into the elevator to take her dress off."

"Nobody else saw her, though." Jeff said, the disappointment obvious in his voice. "Which is too bad since she's such a sexy bitch."

Now they circled Sherry like wolves taking in her beauty and running their hands all over her naked flesh. It wasn't long before her thong was on the floor and Jeff had two fingers in her twat while Jason was nibbling on her ass. For his part Jake was chewing on her increasingly hard nipples. Then Jason stood up and calmly removed all his clothes. Once he was naked he led my wife to the bed and pushed her down onto it. As he lowered himself down and impaled Sherry with his hard cock, his brothers took the opportunity to disrobe as well.

I was the only one clothed in that hotel room for the next couple of hours. The three brothers repeatedly fucked my lovely wife in all her holes, sometimes singly and other times in groups. Surprisingly they never DP'ed her, but Jeff did push her up against the window at one point as he savagely fucked her in the ass. He wiped off his cock on her dress after that. I'm not sure my wife will ever wear it again.

I tried to tune out the slapping sounds, moaning, and the smell of the raw sex taking place feet from where I sat, but it was impossible. To make things worse the three brothers kept asking me for drinks from the mini-bar or a fresh towel. They all marveled at Sherry's ability to take everything they could dish out. Jeff kept asking Jason if he could invite a few friends over to "finish her up", but Jason wouldn't let him, saying that he knew Jeff's friends too well. I could only imagine what a rowdy crowd they were and I was glad that Jason refused to give in to Jeff's requests.

Finally they were unable to get their cocks hard again, even with Sherry's help, so they got dressed to leave. But before they departed Jason checked out Sherry's other change of clothes in our overnight bag. It consisted of a simple cotton t-shirt, a bra, a pair of shorts, and normal cotton panties. Jason said that would never do and he pulled out a pocket knife. He trimmed the t-shirt down so that it would completely expose her stomach and barely cover her tits. He also pulled the lining out of her shorts making them nearly transparent. Then he took her bra, panties, and even her thong with him as he left.

"If you are going to act like a slut, you need to dress like one." He said as he walked towards the door.

"I'll buy you some regular clothes tomorrow before we check out." I told her after they had left.

I helped her into the shower and then pulled the fitted sheet off the bed and put the other flat sheet and one of the blankets back on it so we would have a reasonably clean place to sleep. Sherry fell asleep almost immediately after we laid down, but I was awake for another couple of hours before I dozed off into a fitful slumber.

We were awoken by the telephone ringing. I wondered who that could be as I answered it.

"Good morning Peter." Jason said. "Don't try to find replacement clothes for Sherry. I want her to wear what I left her last night all the way home. And I'll be watching, so don't try to cheat. Or she can just go naked, it's up to you." And he hung up.

Fuck, I guess she would be leaving dressed like that after all. How were we going to sneak her in past Bev? I didn't think it would be a good idea to let her see her sister dressed like that. When I told Sherry about the call from Jason, she just shrugged her shoulders and got dressed.

When we went down to the lobby to check out I told Sherry to just go ahead to the car so that she would not have to stand there nearly nude while we waited for the credit card to get processed, etc. This also allowed me to watch the heads turn on all the other men in the lobby as she made her way to the parking garage door. While I was kind of proud that she could still do that, but I also knew what the personal cost was.

On the way home she filled me in on the events that had transpired after I had left her in the hotel bar with Jason and his brothers. She also surprised me by saying that she had not been embarrassed at all by the walk through the lobby she had just been forced to make.

"After everything that has happened to me lately a little exhibitionism just does not bother me any more." She admitted. "I never thought I'd ever feel that way, but I do."

Before the MILF club I would have found it exciting to exhibit my wife a little, but not under these circumstances. Of course my cock had a mind of it's own and I had a raging hard-on by this time. Sherry didn't miss this either and told me she would take care of me when we got home. I was looking forward to it, but before any afternoon delight I had to figure out how to get my wife into the house and up to our bedroom before her sister Bev saw her dressed like that. I knew she would ask about it and I didn't want to answer her questions.

When we got home I parked in the garage and quietly entered the house to see if I could determine where Bev and the children were. We got lucky -- they were in the back yard so I rushed Sherry in and upstairs so that she could change. When she was more normally dressed we both went out and joined the others in the yard.

Bev asked us the normal questions, did we enjoy ourselves, etc. We lied our asses off, of course. Then she dropped a bombshell on us.

"Oh, by the way, one of your friends dropped by last night." Bev said.

"Really? Who?" I asked.

"He said his name was Marc."

Oh fuck.



MILF Chronicles Ch. 13



Chapter 13: Yvonne, Student and Teacher Again

This is the continuing chronicle of the MILF club. If you have not read any other chapters I suggest you go back and read them for background, although most of this chapter will make sense even if you don't. This chapter follows Yvonne after her first mixer. In a change from all the previous chapters, this one is told by Yvonne instead of her husband.

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I was so mad a Mike that I literally didn't talk to him for two days. It was bad enough that he got us involved with this MILF club, but waiting the day before the "mixer" to tell me about it was beyond the pale. It would have much easier to endure if I could have mentally prepared for the ordeal. As it was I went in completely cold and it was like not stretching before a run -- painful.

But I love my husband and I couldn't stay mad at him forever. Two frosty days seemed like a long time, especially since we worked together in the same office. Besides, I needed to talk to him on the third day because I received a call from Alex telling me that I had to report to his house for "slut training" that evening. Neither one of us knew exactly what that meant, but one thing was certain: I couldn't refuse at that point. Mike assured me that he would eventually find a way out, but for now he agreed that I had to go along with Alex's perversions.

Mike did not seem to be having as much trouble with this MILF club as I, but then I was pretty inexperienced with sex before I met him. In High School it was always about academics for me and that didn't leave much room for boys. In fact, I found them to be boring and stupid for the most part. In my senior year I even took some courses at the local college and got a start on my degree. Once I was in college I again concentrated on my studies taking huge course loads every quarter. By the time I was twenty-three I was completing my masters and close to getting my teaching certificate.

That's when I met Mike. I don't know what it was about him, some sort of chemistry maybe, but a few months later we were having sex daily and were engaged to be married. With all the distractions it was a miracle that I finished my masters and received my teaching certificate. I had always wanted to teach so I started looking for a position immediately after graduation.

So there I was planning a wedding and trying to find a job at the same time. It was hectic. I still remember the interview for the teaching position I did finally land. It was for a big High School in a large nearby city. They needed a Social Studies teacher and they needed one quickly. However they had a declining revenue stream due to an eroding tax base and a bad reputation, so they were having problems attracting experienced teachers. This gave me an opening that I wouldn't normally have, so I went for it. Initially they were not thrilled with my age. At twenty-three I was only six or seven years older than the students that I would be teaching, however my excellent grades, and the fact that I was getting married soon convinced them to give me a try.

I only taught for two years before quitting to work for my husband's business. At the time it seemed like the right decision; I was tired of the long hours, the parents that didn't care, and an incompetent school district. But I still miss it from time to time.

So Mike was the first man that I ever had sex with. I went on dates with several other guys in college, but I never got past the kissing and groping stage with them. I always felt that our sex life was very satisfying and I never knew that he had fantasies of sharing me with other men. Sure, sometimes I would dream about other men while I masturbated, but I never really wanted that to happen. At least I don't think I did. Lately I've had some doubt about that.

I kept telling myself that I'm a happily married woman. But the sex I had with Brian and then later with Alex was so exciting. I had some of the best orgasms those nights that I've ever had. Then there was Charles. I don't know what it is about him, but he makes my pussy throb and I can't seem to deny him anything. That first time with him I had the most mind blowing climax I had ever had. Now when he comes to the office to "talk about his contract" my legs tremble and my heart pounds while I'm waiting to be called into Mike's office.

I keep thinking to myself, "How can I feel like this?" It just seems wrong to be so sexually attracted to another man, but I can't help it. I still love my husband, and fortunately he doesn't seem to mind Charles having sex with me regularly. Actually he seems to enjoy it, which is something else I don't understand. I just want to stop and take some time to think about what's going on, but events just keep on overtaking me. This upcoming meeting at Alex's house is just the newest.

I drove there by myself at the appointed time. I left directly from work, so I still had my normal work clothes on. I arrived a little early. I didn't want to take any chances on being late. I knew Alex had no compunction about punishing me if I didn't comply with his instructions exactly. He led me into his living room and gave me a glass of wine to drink. I sat down and waited, sipping my wine as the minutes slowly passed.

A woman entered the room. I recognized her as one of the other woman in the club, Jill was her name I think. "I'm here to teach you how to act like a slut."

"What?"

"Unless you like being punished."

I thought about the spanking I received at the end of the mixer. I didn't want any more of that. "OK, what do I have to do?"

"Follow me." She led me to a bedroom where there were two identical outfits. They consisted of short skirts, tight button-up blouses, sexy underwear, and four inch CFM heels. We changed and then made our way back into the living room. Alex, Brian, and one other man from the club, who's name I would find out later was Marc, were there waiting for us.

Alex explained that Jill would teach me the art of strip tease, lap dancing, and then group fucking. He said that all "MILFs" in the club needed to learn these skills. Some classic "bump and grind" music was played as well as some rock songs like "All She Wants to Do is Dance" and "Her Strut". Jill was a natural at this type of hip swinging, body gyrating dancing. I, on the other hand, was not. I did not do much dancing as a teen and spent most of my time studying in college instead of hitting the bars.

I did my best to mimic what Jill was doing, but it was difficult. I had to use muscles that I was not accustomed to exercising that much. Jill was patient with me, though, and showed me how to move, sometimes putting her hands on my body and guiding me. It felt strange to have another woman's hands on my hips and butt. I got the feeling that Jill enjoyed touching me. I have never been attracted to other women, so I just tried to concentrate on my dancing and not think about it.

The point of strip tease, of course, is stripping. So once I was dancing reasonably well Jill started removing her blouse and I followed suit. After removing our bras we teased the men by shaking our breasts in their faces. After that we backed off and danced a little more. This was when Jill moved behind me and put her hands on my hips, matching my movements. This didn't bother me until she put her arms completely around me and pulled body up tight against mine.

She must have felt me tighten up in response because she whispered in my ear, "Relax. The men expect a little girl-girl play. It's just pretend like everything else, just go along and make it look like you like it."

I tried to relax as she suggested, but it wasn't easy because her hands started wandering over my body. When they got to my bare breasts I almost froze. It just felt kind of strange to have another woman touching me there.

"Don't freak out," Jill hissed in my ear, "pretend it's your husband or something."

I swallowed hard and continued dancing, trying not to think about who was caressing my breasts. She was right about the men though. From their comments it was clear that the liked what they were seeing. Then Jill moved beside me again and continued stripping and teasing the men by shaking her naked butt in their faces. I copied her as well as I could and got my butt slapped and squeezed as a result.

Jill and I were now completely nude and dancing suggestively in front of the three men. Jill was running her hands all over her body, caressing her boobs and rubbing herself between her legs. I followed her example and I have to admit that it felt very erotic to be doing this in front of the three horny men, even though I'm not normally an exhibitionist. My nipples were hard and my pussy was juicing up when Jill turned to face me and stepped forward.

She again whispered to me to follow her lead and pretend I was "into" her. Jill pressed her body against mine, pressing her thigh between my legs and leaving mine between hers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy on my bare skin as she ground it against me. After everything that had happened so far I was still surprised when she leaned forward and kissed me. Needless to say, I had never kissed a woman before and I nearly froze again.

Jill continued pressing her lips against mine and I could feel the urgency in her actions. I didn't know if it was sexual desire or the desire to please the men that drove her, but I knew I had to respond in kind regardless. So I just closed my eyes and kissed her back, trying to pretend she was a man. That wasn't easy though because her lips were softer than any mans and her smooth body pressing against mine certainly didn't feel like a mans either.

When we finally broke the kiss I was breathing hard and kind of turned on. I had to admit that Jill was a good kisser, but it still felt weird to have her naked body pressed up against mine. She started kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear. It was then that she whispered to me and said, "Feel me up now." I wasn't sure that I could do it, but when she separated a little bit and put some space between our bodies I made myself reach up and fondle her boobs.

I wasn't sure what to expect. I guess I thought they would feel like my own, just larger, but that wasn't quite the case. There were other subtle differences as well, and momentarily I was distracted. But this passed quickly as I felt Jill's hand between my legs, a single finger working its way between my vaginal lips and searching for my clit. I gasped when it reached its destination and involuntarily clamped down on her nipples, which I happened to be playing with at the moment.

Jill looked at me and I knew that it was my turn to do the same to her. Feeling her boobs was one thing, but that was quite another and I didn't think I could do it. Seeing my hesitation, Jill gently took one of my hands and guided it slowly down her body towards her hairless pussy. When my fingers reached the end of their trip I was surprised to find how wet she was. That explained the wetness on my thigh. Holding my breath I probed with my middle finger and pushed past her folds and into her slick hole. Jill sighed loud enough for me to hear over the music. I pumped in it and out a couple of times for show, and then slid it slowly up her channel, rubbing her clit briefly at the end.

To my relief Jill released me and danced over to Alex and started giving him a lap dance. He started mauling her tits immediately and it didn't take him long to slip his cock into her pussy. I didn't have a chance to see what happened next, though, because Marc had me on my hands and knees and was feeding me his cock. Soon I felt someone behind me and guessed that it was Brian. He rubbed my clit at first and then slipped a couple of fingers inside me. After a little bit he replaced his fingers with his hard cock. It felt really good to be full after all the touching and teasing up to that point.

When Brian finished by squirting his cum all over my back and butt Alex replaced him. Eventually Marc shot his jism into the back of my mouth. It felt warm and slightly salty as it splashed on my tongue. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jill working on Brian's flaccid cock with her mouth, getting him hard again.

That's pretty much how the rest of the evening went. The three men fucked me in all of my holes while Jill kept them hard. I don't know how many times they shot a load into or on me, but I came at least four times myself. By the time we were done I felt like a real slut, which was the reason I was there in the first place.

When I got home I was tired and just wanted to get a shower and go to bed, but Mike wanted to hear all about it. I gave him the short version and agreed to tell him all the details the next day just so that he would let me get some sleep.

The next day I did recount my "slut training" session in explicit detail during the drive to work. I thought I was done at that point, but my husband kept calling me into his office to ask me questions or to have me retell selected portions. I was so tired of talking about it by the end of the day that I wanted to scream and I finally snapped.

"Is that all you can think about?"

He looked sheepishly at me. "I'm sorry."

I felt kind of bad for yelling at him. "Honestly, sometimes I just don't understand you."

He didn't ask about it again until the next day. I put up with it though, because I knew that eventually something else would grab his attention. What I didn't know was what that would be nor how soon.

It was three days later when Alex called me at the office and told me to expect a visit from another member of the club by the name of Ben Baker. That name seemed familiar but I just couldn't place it. Later that afternoon a man in his late forty's walked into the office and introduced himself as Ben Baker and asked if there was a private place we could talk. Mike was out for the afternoon so I led Mr. Baker into my husband's office.

"You don't remember me, do you?" He asked.

"Have we met before?"

"Yes, once, at the High School. You had my son Tom in your Social Studies class a couple of years ago and we met briefly once when I picked him up after he stayed late to work on a project."

"Oh, yes, now I remember. Tommy Baker, of course! He was one of my better students. How is he?" He was also very self assured and a bit arrogant. Probably because his family was in the upper middle class in an area that was mostly working class. That meant he was popular and dated all the good looking girls.

"He just turned eighteen and until recently I didn't know what to get him for a coming-of-age gift. Which is why I'm here."

"What?"

"He had a crush on you, did you know that?"

What could I say? Some of them had made it so obvious, but I knew from my teaching classes that would happen. It was inevitable. I ignored it of course. Tommy's father continued before I could think of something to say.

"So when I recognized you at the mixer I knew you were the perfect gift."

Then it dawned on me what he wanted. "What the hell? Tommy is just a boy!"

"No, he's a man now and I want you to welcome him into his manhood."

"But..."

"You will do as I say or face punishment. And believe me, Alex can be very creative with punishment."

I hung my head in defeat. I just couldn't think of a way out.

"I want you arrive at my house on Saturday at nine o'clock in the morning. Here is my address," he said as he handed me a card. "You are to be dressed in a short skirt, a nice blouse, high heels, and nothing else. That means no bra or panties. Only Tom will be home the entire day. You are to be his play toy for the next twelve hours. Whatever he wants, you will do it. Of course the normal club rules apply as well as a new rule: you can't leave the house. Other than that, it's no holes bared, as they say."

He left me standing there, literally in shock. Eventually my brain started working again, but all I could think of was, "How can I fuck an 18 year old former student of mine?" I returned to my desk and tried to work, but I just couldn't get my mind off the idea of being Tommy Baker's sex toy for an entire day. Could I really do it? Did I have much of a choice?

When Mike returned he noticed that I was distracted and asked what was wrong. I told him we could talk about it later. He was clearly concerned, but I smiled and lied, saying that everything was fine.

That night after putting the baby to down for the night I finally told my husband about Ben Baker's visit. Mike was gob smacked, but he didn't get angry like I thought he would. In fact, he got excited. I could tell from his erection.

"What do you remember about Tommy?" He asked.

"Well, that was a couple of years ago, and he was a Junior then. A good student, but not a standout. Popular, I think, but then his family is pretty well off."

"Did you know then that he had a crush on you?"

"Oh, I don't know for sure. Maybe. It's hard to tell with boys that age, they lust after anything with boobs and legs."

He snorted. "I doubt that. They looked at you that way because you are hot."

Over the next few days he kept asking about Tommy and what I remembered about him. Did I think he was cute, etc. He even dug out the year book (all the teacher's get a free copy) so I could look at Tommy's picture and maybe jog my memory. To me he looked so young, and when I said that out loud it just seemed to excite Mike even more.

Friday night I had a difficult time sleeping, I was so nervous about the next day. Mike seemed to be having trouble as well, but I think for different reasons. At one point well after midnight when we were both obviously awake but trying to pretend we were sleeping, Mike just rolled me over and started thrusting into me. No foreplay, just energetic fucking. Surprisingly I was more lubricated than normal, so the lack of foreplay was not a problem. I came quickly, followed a minute later by my husband. The intensity of it shocked me a little, but it also gave us both the release we needed and allowed us to finally fall asleep.

As I walked up to the front door of the Baker house I saw there was an envelope with "Tommy" written on it and a note taped to the door. The note read:

"Yvonne,

Please give the envelope to Tom unopened. Inside is a letter from you explaining what you are there for and the rules for the day. If he asks, you will verify that you wrote it and meant every word. I will know if you don't follow these instructions and you will be severely punished. The rules of the day are:

1.)Tom can't injure you.

2.)Tom can't ask you to do something illegal.

3.)You can't leave the house before 9:00pm.

4.)You must do whatever else Tom tells you to do.

Now throw this note away in the garbage bin by the garage and ring the door bell.

Ben."

I did as instructed and threw the note away. I went back to the door and looked at my watch. It was nine o'clock exactly, so I held my breath for a moment as I gathered up all my courage, and pushed the door bell button. After only a short delay Tommy Baker opened the door and his jaw nearly hit the ground.

"Mrs. A! Wha, what are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?" I didn't want to stand there outside the door for too long.

"Sure," he said as he stepped aside. I walked in and handed him the envelope. He looked quizzically at me as he tore it open and removed the letter inside. I didn't know exactly what it said, but as I watched his face I saw a series of emotions pass over it: confusion, surprise, astonishment, and finally doubt.

"Are you serious; do you mean it?" He asked, waving the letter at me.

"Every word."

Tommy smiled wickedly, "Suck me off Yvonne, and swallow my cum."

I swallowed hard and knelt down in front him. He didn't make a move, so I had to open his pants and pull out his already erect penis. It was a nice size, but not too big to get into my mouth. I started sucking my former student's cock, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Wondering what was in the letter. Either I was better than I thought or he hadn't had any sex recently, but whatever the reason he was shooting his load onto my tongue in only a few minutes. I swallowed it all and milked his cock until it started to soften and no more liquid dribbled out of it. Then I put it back into his pants and stood up.




MILF Chronicles Ch. 13



"That was amazing. Oh man, are we going to have a good time today!" He said. "Follow me."

Tommy led me into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I just stood there, not sure what to do next. He just looked at me for a moment; I could almost see the wheels in his head spinning.

"Well, first let's see what you look like. Strip."

He didn't put any music on or anything, so I just unceremoniously took off my clothes much like I did every night before bed. When I reached down to unstrap my high heels he stopped me.

"You look fine just like that, slut. Now turn around slowly and let me get a good look at you."

I did a slow turn revealing every inch of my body to him. When I was facing him again I stopped and waited for his next instructions. He looked me up and down, smiling. Then he patted the sofa and sat down next to him. Then he did something unexpected: he leaned in and kissed me. I automatically just started kissing him back. He was a good kisser and I started getting aroused. As we necked like teenagers he fondled my breasts and pulled on my nipples. Eventually his hand wandered down between my legs, but I kept my knees together.

Tommy broke the kiss. "Spread your legs Yvonne."

I opened my legs and he shoved his hand right up to my pussy.

"You're shaved! It's so smooth. I love it."

He ran his finger up and down my slit and then pushed it into me.

"Your pussy is soaking wet. It's true, you are a slut!"

He slid his finger in and out of me for a while while he sucked on my tits. I had to admit that it did feel good. I was getting close to my climax when he stopped and pushed his pants down to his ankles.

"Climb on and fuck me, slut," he ordered.

I did as I was told and since I really was very wet, I took all of him in one stroke. It felt good to be full after all the foreplay up to that point, but I wanted to cum, so I started riding him hard and fast. It only took me a minute before my first orgasm hit me like a freight train. But I was so worked up that I wanted more so I just continued raising myself up and dropping back down on his hard cock. It felt like I was coming continuously, but in reality it was three or four of them right in a row. The whole time Tommy was calling me names like "cunt", "slut", and "whore". I didn't care. Finally it became too much for me and my legs just wouldn't work anymore.

"All fucked out, slut? Well, I'm not," he claimed as he pushed me off and onto the sofa.

I landed on my back and Tommy immediately climbed between my legs and pushed his wet cock back into my still quivering pussy. Then he fucked me like only a young man can, hard and fast. He didn't care about me, only his own pleasure as he pounded away. Still, he made me cum several more times before he neared his own climax. When he did he jumped off, aimed his cock at my face, and stroked himself quickly a few times before shooting his semen on my face. There wasn't as much as the first time when he came in my mouth, but it was still quite a bit.

After he was done, he stood there for a moment, admiring his handiwork I guess. Then he said, "Clean up my cock with your tongue, whore."

I had tasted my own juices before, and his cum, so this didn't really bother me as much as you might think, especially at this point. Then he sat down on the other end of the sofa.

"Fuck, that was great Yvonne. And just think -- we still have the rest of the day!"

He asked me a lot of questions then, like what were my fantasies about him like and did I day dream about fucking any other students. I didn't know what he was talking about, but figured it had to do with the letter that was supposedly from me, so I faked it as well as I could. I told him that I had dreamed about asking him to stay after class and then giving him a blow job or having him fuck me on my desk. I also told him that I had similar fantasies about some of the other boys in my class, since that's what I thought he wanted to hear. Then he asked about a couple by name, and I told him, yes, they were on my "list". He continued asking me about "my" fantasies and whether I masturbated while I thought about them (the boys). I tried to give him the most perverted, slutty answers I could think of not only because that's what I thought he wanted to hear, but also to keep him occupied with talking.

He finally got tired of interrogating me and went to the bathroom. I decided to take a risk and read his letter, which he had left on a table by the front door. Here's what it said:

"Tommy,

I had to write this letter because I'm not sure I can tell you face to face what I want, no, need to tell you. I am a submissive slut that loves sex and can't get enough. I know it's hard to believe since I hide it so well behind my respectable school teacher image, but it's true. It wasn't easy some days in school, I would fantasize about having sex with some of my students, especially you. Sometimes I would get so wet day dreaming about you that I had to change my panties (I used to keep an extra pair in my purse). I eventually became so afraid that I could not resist my urges, that I had to quit teaching. Then I ran into your father the other day and he told me about your eighteenth birthday and how he was looking for as special present and I knew what I had to do.

So today, Tommy, I am your sex slave. I want to you dominate me and use me without regard for my pleasure or comfort. I want you to humiliate and degrade me; that's what gets me off. For the rest of the day I want you to call me Yvonne, slut, whore, bitch, cunt, or whatever else you can think of, just not Mrs. A. The only rules are:

1.Don't injure me. A playful spanking is OK, for example, but using me for a punching bag is not.

2.Don't ask me to do anything illegal.

3.I can't leave the house until 9:00pm.

Other than that, the sky's the limit; use your imagination. One final thing: some of the things you tell me to do I won't want to do, but I do want you to make me to do it anyway, even if I complain or say no. That loss of control is the ultimate humiliation and the greatest turn-on.

Your slave,

Yvonne."

I stood there naked and trembling. I had planned on maintaining some level of control by using my authority as Tommy's former teacher, but now I knew that wouldn't work. I was completely at the whims of a horny eighteen year old boy and there was nothing I could do about it. Then I heard the toilet flush so I put the letter back down on the table and rushed back into the living room.

I hadn't needed to rush, Tommy didn't come back downstairs for a couple of minutes. When he did I noticed two things. He was half erect and he was carrying a camera.

"What is the camera for?"

"It's for taking pictures, you silly bitch."

"No Tommy, please don't do that. I'll do anything else, but please, no pictures."

He paused and looked confused for a moment, and then the smiled evilly. "Oh, I'm going to take pictures of you all right. In fact, I intend to fill up this 4gig memory card. And you are going to pose nice for me or I'll have to give you a spanking."

I didn't like the sound of that. I'd had enough spankings recently. "OK, OK, I'll do what you ask."

"That's better, bitch. Now smile for me."

Then he took several pictures of me sitting there naked and smiling like an idiot. But that wasn't good enough for him. Next he had me cup my breasts, pull on my nipples, and finally push two fingers into my pussy. All the time he took pictures. For the next hour he had me pose in different rooms of the house. He used the timer so that he could put himself in some of the pictures, usually playing with my breasts or pussy, but also some of me playing with his cock or sucking on it.

Eventually he tired of this and took me into his room so that he could fuck me on his bed. His room was a mess. Are all men pigs? It seemed to excite him greatly to be able to pound me in his own bed, but he didn't cum. A young man's sexual stamina is not to be underestimated. Then we moved to his parent's big king sized bed and finally ended up in his seventeen year old sister's room. The perverted nature of fucking his former teacher in his sister's bed must have finally been too much for him because he finally came, shooting his load deep inside of me.

After that he rolled off of me, threw his arm around me, and fell asleep. I hadn't expected this, but I welcomed the break from the constant pounding he had been giving me.

I must have fallen asleep myself because suddenly I awoke to the feeling of someone pulling on one of my nipples.

"Ah, good, you're awake. It's time for a shower," Tommy announced.

I followed him down the hall and into the bathroom. I waited as Tommy adjusted the water temperature. When it was to his liking he pushed me in. I was happy to find out that it was not too hot; in fact it was rather tepid compared to what I was used to. He soaped me up, paying particular attention to my "naughty bits" as he called them. Then it was my turn, and of course he insisted that I soap up his cock very well. After he rinsed off he pushed me up against shower door, put my right foot up onto the edge of the tub saying, "I've always wanted to do this."

I could feel his hard cock pressed up against my ass, his breath on my wet neck. I could also feel myself responding to his masculine presence; the wetness on my inner thighs not just water. He teased me, kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear lobes. By the time he pushed his cock into me I was trembling from the eroticism of the moment. He slowly fucked me there, pushing my tits up against the glass with every thrust. When the hot water finally ran out he withdrew and I couldn't believe it but I missed his cock in my pussy!

After we dried off he led me back to his bedroom where he slipped on a pair of athletic shorts, his still semi-erect cock tenting them out obscenely. He thew me a t-shirt and told me to put it on. It only reached a couple of inches below my ass, but it did cover everything.

"I'm hungry, what about you?" Tommy asked.

"Actually, I am, thank you."

"Good, then you can make us some lunch."

Great. Now I was the cook as well. At least it wasn't as humiliating as being used as a sex toy, or so I thought. As I was making lunch Tommy stood around the kitchen telling me how he used to fantasize about me when I was his teacher. He said that he used to day dream that I had him stay after school and then did a strip tease for him. Then he imagined that he pushed me down onto my desk and he fucked me right there on top off all the papers that I was grading. All of this talk was degrading, but for some reason it was also turning me on.

As I was standing by the stove minding the soup and toasting the sandwiches, he came up behind me and grabbed my ass.

"You have a great ass. I think I'll fuck it later."

I didn't like the sound of that.

"Have you ever taken it up the ass before?"

"Yes, but I didn't like it." That was the truth too.

"Oh, you'll like it when I do it," he bragged and fondled my tits, pressing his hard cock against my butt.

At that point lunch was finished so I served it at the small kitchen table rather than the large table in the dining room. As we ate he continued making lewd remarks about me.

"If I had known back in school that you were such a horny slut, I would have made a move on you then. If I had, what would you have done?" He asked.

"I don't know."

"Sure. I'll tell you what I think. I think you would have been on me like a bum on a baloney sandwich."

I didn't say anything and I think he took my silence as confirmation. When we were finished with lunch Tommy disappeared saying that he needed to get something as I cleaned off the table. Just as I was leaning over putting the last of the dishes into the dishwasher he returned.

"Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about."

I wasn't sure what he meant at first, but it became clear when he directed me into the dining room, pulled off my t-shirt and pushed me over face first onto the dining room table.

"I bet you'd love to feel my cock in your ass."

"Not really," I responded before I could stop myself.

"Well that's not a good attitude. I think you need some discipline," He said and slapped me in the ass. It wasn't real hard, but enough to sting. This was followed by four more in rapid succession. I wasn't crying yet, but if he continued, I knew I would be.

"Is that enough?" Tommy asked.

"Yes." I gasped.

"Then beg me to fuck you in the ass."

I had no choice; I didn't think I could take more spankings. "Fuck my ass," I whimpered.

"Say it again, but make be believe it."

I took a deep breath, "Fuck my ass, Tommy. Please, I need your big cock in my ass."

"That's better, now hold your ass cheeks open for me."

That was the most humiliating thing that he had ordered me to do so far, but I did it anyway. Then I felt him slip a finger into my anus and work it past my tight sphincter muscles. Fortunately for me it was lubricated and I guessed that's what he was doing while I was cleaning up -- retrieving some lube. He slowly sawed his finger in and out until I relaxed a bit, then he replaced it with something larger which I realized after a moment was his thumb.

At first this was slightly painful because I tensed up again, but as soon as I relaxed the pain faded. After pushing it in and out a few more times Tommy removed his thumb from my ass. I knew what was coming next and I tried to remain relaxed. Then I felt it, something much larger than his thumb pushing against my butt hole. His cock. I resisted as much as I could the urge to clamp down, but when the head of it pushed past my anal ring I felt my muscles spasm against the intruder. Tommy must have noticed because he stopped pushing and just held it there with only the head inside me. I grimaced from the pain, but manged to remain silent.

After a moment he resumed slowly pushing into me. It was still painful, but not unbearable. Soon I felt him hit bottom and again he paused. "Fuck, your ass is even tighter than your pussy."

He slowly pulled out and then pushed back in again. This time it still hurt, but it wasn't as bad. Tommy settled into a slow rhythm and not only did the pain stop, but it started feeling good. This surprised me.

"Oh fuck, your ass feels so good. Tell me you love my cock in your slut ass," he demanded.

"Yes, fuck my ass. It feels so good."

That must have excited him because he picked up his tempo and started to really pound me. Every time he slammed into me his balls slapped my pussy, giving me little pleasurable twinges. I couldn't believe it when I came; it hit me so fast that I literally was not expecting it. And it was the most powerful I can ever remember. I almost passed out from the strength of it. I remember crying out in pleasure and Tommy saying something like, "Damn, what a dirty slut you are."

It seemed like only seconds later that he was grunting and telling me he was going to shoot his load into my ass. Then he buried his cock into me as deep as he could and I felt it pulsating and pumping his cum into my bowls. It was a strange feeling, but then it was a strange day.

Tommy remained still for several moments, and then withdrew and stumbled backwards. I just laid there on the dining room table for a minute, still stunned by my climax. Then he slapped me playfully in the ass, saying, "Get up. You made a mess on the table. Clean it up."

I pressed my hands against the heavy tabletop and pushed myself upright. I felt a bit wobbly on my feet, but I managed to shuffle my way back into the kitchen to retrieve a damp sponge. He was right, I had left some smudges on the table from where my body was pressed against it, but more noticeable was the copious amount of liquid pooled up near the edge of the table that had leaked from my pussy. It was also dripping on the floor where it was creating a small puddle as well.

I was embarrassed by the amount of it and cleaned up as quickly I could, hoping that Tommy had not noticed. I should have known better. When I was finished he called me into the living room where he was waiting and said, "Wow, you really gushed all over the place. Only a dirty cock slut could cum like that from being ass fucked."

This completely humiliated me and I didn't say anything, just hung my head in shame. Tommy motioned me to sit beside him on the sofa.

"We have plenty of time left. What should we do now?" He mused. "I know. I'll invite a few friends over."

"What? You can't do that!"

"Why not? It's not against the rules. Besides, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't share my good fortune with my best buddies?"

With that he flipped open his cell phone and called one of his friends. I could only hear one side of the conversation, but that was enough.

"Hey, Todd, what's up?"

Pause.

"Great, put it on speaker so I can talk to you both."

Pause.

"You guys got any plans for this afternoon?"

Longer pause.

"In other words, nothing."

Laughs.

"Well, I have a big surprise over here that you are not going to believe."

Brief pause.

"You guys remember Mrs. A. from school? Taught Social Studies?"

Pause.

"Yeah, that's the one, the hot bitch."

Pause.

"Well, she's over here right now and naked as the day she was born."

This time I could hear the response: "Bullshit!"

"No really, she sucked me off and then I fucked her silly."

Laughing on the other end.

"I'm telling you guys she's a cock hungry slut. She came over here and gave herself to me for the day."

Pause.

"Come on over here and see for yourself. Have I ever lied to you before?"

Pause.

"What do you have to lose? You know if you don't come over and check it out you'll always wonder if you missed something great."

Pause.

"You won't be disappointed. I'll see you in a few minutes."

Tommy hung up the phone and announced, "Todd Anderson and Bret Collins are on the way over. You remember them don't you?"

I remembered Bret Collins, but I wasn't sure about Todd Anderson, and I told him so.

"Well now you are going to get reacquainted with both of them. When they get here I want you to answer the door."

"Naked?" I asked alarmed.

"Yes. Buck fucking naked, bitch."

While we waited Tommy kissed me aggressively, running his tongue around my mouth while he played with my tits and pussy. He said he wanted to keep me "hot and horny" for his friends. By the time the doorbell rang he as semi-erect again. Young men's recuperative powers are amazing, but I was starting to wonder about Tommy; he seemed abnormal in this regard.

I walked nervously to the door. My hand was shaking when I put my hand on the door knob. I opened the door a crack and peeked out. There were two young men standing there, and I recognized them both as my former students Todd Anderson and Bret Collins. I opened the door wide enough to let them in as I hid behind the door so that I wouldn't be seen from outside. The two young guests stepped inside and I quickly closed the door. The looks on their faces would have been comical under any other situation. To say that their jaws hit the floor would be an understatement.

"So, what do you guys say now?" Tommy asked from the other end of the entryway.

"Holy shit," was all Todd could say. Bret just stared at me. I was totally mortified.

"Yeah, does she have a fucking hot bod or what?"

"She sucks cocks?" Todd asked.

"Oh yeah, she loves it. She can't get enough. Isn't that right Yvonne?"

I couldn't find my voice, so I just nodded and looked down in embarrassment.

"Let's go to the living room and have some fun," Tommy directed.

We all followed Tommy into the living room where he had Todd, Bret and I sit down on the sofa with me in the middle.

"Go ahead and check out her titties," Tommy told them.




MILF Chronicles Ch. 13



Todd instantly started squeezing one of my breasts, but Bret seemed a little reluctant.

"Tell Bret it's OK, Yvonne," Tommy instructed me.

"It's OK Bret, I want you to," I said.

Bret began running his hand over my other breast and it seemed to me that this might be his first time. They did this for a few minutes and then Tommy said, "Don't forget her pussy. I bet it's still sopping wet."

Todd wasted no time in pulling my leg up and onto his. Then he ran his hand up my leg and onto my pussy, announcing, "Holy shit, is she wet!"

Bret, being a quick study, moved my other leg up onto his so that my legs were now spread lewdly. They took turns fingering my pussy and kissing me while they also continued to play with my tits. I had never been stimulated this much before and it was making my head spin. When Todd pulled his cock out and put my hand on it I just automatically started stroking it. Soon I was stroking Bret's cock too. I must have been quite the sight. I guess Tommy agreed because the next thing I knew there was the flash of a camera. That one was followed by another, and another.

"Suck their cocks now," Tommy ordered.

I leaned over and took Todd's cock into my mouth. It was smaller than Tommy's and had a slight bend in it, but the head was bigger and I couldn't help wondering what it would feel like in my pussy. After a few minutes I was pulled off and guided toward Bret's cock. His was skinny, but long.

I alternated between the two of them a couple of times before Bret shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed it all down. Then I returned my attention to Todd. As I was working on his cock I felt someone, probably Bret, pulling on my hips to get me up onto my knees. I responded by shifting my weight and getting my knees up under me so that my butt was now sticking up in the air. The next thing I knew, a cock was probing at my entrance, but not quite finding it, so I reached back under me and guided it into my slick hole. Whoever it was started pumping me with long slow strokes.

Todd didn't much longer and soon I was swallowing his cum too. I noticed a couple more flashes from the camera as well, but I was long past caring. There was nothing I could do about it anyway and the cock in my pussy was very distracting.

The rest of the afternoon went pretty much like this. The three boys took turns fucking me in every position possible and always the camera was flashing. At one point I wondered just how long the damn batteries would last. The finale came when Tommy announced that they were going to make me "air tight."

Todd laid down on the floor and they had me sit down on him taking his cock into my pussy. Then I was pushed over and my ass was again lubed up. Bret slowly pushed his long thin cock into me. There was almost no pain this time since he was not as thick as Tommy and I was still kind of loose from earlier. Finally Tommy pressed his hard member to my lips and I took him into my mouth. Todd and Bret established an alternating rhythm such that when one was pulling out the other was pushing in. The sensation was incredible and I was getting very tired so I was having trouble giving Tommy a good blow job. After a while he just started fucking my mouth and it was all I could do it keep him from banging into the back of my throat and gagging me.

Since all of the boys had already cum multiple times, this lasted a long time. Eventually though, all three of them came one last time and collapsed on the floor exhausted. Even after they started getting up and dressed, I couldn't move. I knew I would be pretty sore the next day.

"So, how many times did you cum, slut?" Tommy asked after the other two had left.

I was still sitting in the floor trying to summon the energy to get up. I wasn't sure so I just shook my head.

He didn't accept that. "What do you think, ten, twelve?"

"Something like that."

Tommy shook his head with a bemused look on his face. "Never in a million years would I have believed that Mrs. A., the hottest teacher in school, would be such a cock craving slut if I hadn't seen it for myself. But of course, I've got the pictures to prove it now."

"Tommy, please don't show them to anybody."

"Shut up, cunt. I'll show them to anybody I want to."

"Please, I'll do anything, just don't show them to anybody else," I begged.

"Anything, eh? OK, that's a deal. I'll let you know when it's time to pay up. In the meantime you have my promise I won't show them to anybody but my father, Todd, and Bret."

I didn't like the sound of that; there was no of telling what I would have to do to "pay up", but at least I bought myself some time to think of a way out of this predicament.

"It's time for you to go, my family will be home soon."

"Can I take a quick shower?"

"No, I want to you go home looking and smelling like a cheap whore. Now go on, get out of here."

So I dragged myself to my feel, put my clothes back on and left. When I got home Mike wanted to hear all about my day, but I just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep. He just wouldn't let up, so I finally snapped.

"I spent the day getting fucked by three eighteen year old boys in every hole I have. I'm full of their cum inside and out and every muscle in my body aches. I just want to take a hot shower and get some sleep, so just leave me the fuck alone."

He looked at me with a shocked expression and I stomped angrily away. As the hot water poured over my abused body I felt bad about barking at him like that, but I had been pushed to the limits and my nerves were raw. I decided I would apologize to him in the morning and tell him all about my day at Tommy's. But first I needed some sleep.



MILF Chronicles Ch. 14



Chapter 14: Payback

This is the final chapter in the chronicle of the MILF club. If you have not read any other chapters I suggest you go back and read them for background. This chapter follows the original characters Peter and Sherry.

I couldn't believe I was having lunch with Taylor again. Not only was she plain and overweight, but she could talk the head off a hammer. She was also the admin for Alex's department which meant that one of her tasks was booking flights and hotels for Alex when he traveled on business. Drew wanted me to keep him informed of Alex's travel plans and this was the best way. Taylor was so starved for attention, especially from a man, that it was not hard to get her to talk about her work. Hell, it was difficult to get her to stop talking.

In fact I had already learned that he was leaving for Mexico in a couple of weeks. Now I was just enduring Taylor's banal chatter. I glanced at my watch. Just another ten minutes and I was free. I smiled at one of her insipid jokes and told myself that this is the least I could do to save Sherry from Alex's perverted club.

None my work friends could understand why I ate lunch with Taylor. I told them that she was interesting once you got to know her, but they all knew better and avoided us like the plague. So now the only other people that joined us were a couple of her admin friends, which only made it worse because they talked shop the entire time. The only thing more boring than database developers are admins.

When lunch was finally over I said a silent prayer and returned to my desk. That night I passed the information about the Mexico trip to Drew. He promised that a plan was in works and that they were preparing to activate it soon. I pressed him for more information, but he said it was better if I didn't know the details.

In the mean time I received a notice of another club party. This was to take place at Alex's house as usual, but in the afternoon instead of the evening. The men were to wear blue athletic shorts and the t-shirt with their wife's name on it. The notice stated that the women would get their "attire" at the party. I was really hoping that Drew would take down Alex before the next club event, but once again my hopes were dashed.

On the drive over I was deep into my own thoughts when Sherry interrupted them.

"Don't worry about me."

"You know I can't honor that request."

"I know, but I still had to say it."

"Stay strong. We'll get through this one together, just as we have before."

"You're right. Besides we are prepared this time. We know what to expect."

We both believed that, which is why it was such a shock when we found that we were very wrong.

When we arrived Sherry was led away to get "dressed", but if I knew Alex she wouldn't be wearing much; especially since it looked from the preparations outside that it was going to be a pool party. All of us husbands were shown outside where their duties were explained to them. My job was to grill the shrimp and steaks for the guests. Drew was a bartender because he had some experience at that when he was younger. Other men were put in charge of keeping things iced down or being general gophers. As always we were to make ourselves available to do whatever the club members required.

Finally our wives (MILFs) came out to the pool area. They were all wearing brightly colored, tiny bikinis that hardly covered anything. Sherry was in day-glow orange while the other women were in different, but similarly bright colors. When Karen turned around I could see that the bottoms were indeed thongs; their asses were completely exposed.

Then Alex got everybody's attention and explained the theme for this "event".

"Today is Dyke Day!" Alex announced. "All of the participants are hard-core lesbians with a taste for straight MILFs. They are also either club members or special guests, so you will treat them like any other member. Now let's bring on the Dykes."

With that Brian opened the french-doors leading into the pool area from the game room and out walked a group of about a dozen women. I would say they ranged in age from 25 to 50. One was stick thin and a couple others were plump, one verging on obese. They were all dressed for the pool in shorts and halter or bikini tops.

The first order of business, according to Alex was for the Dykes to pair up with the MILFs and apply sunscreen. "We wouldn't want anybody to burn now, would we? Make sure to get all that white skin."

The lesbians converged on our wives and began applying the sunscreen that Alex had provided. They didn't just limit themselves to what skin was showing, though. They also slipped their fingers under the bikini material to get at what little was covered as well. It was obvious that the Dykes were enjoying even this initial teasing activity.

Initially the lesbians just engaged in some foreplay and teasing. They would squeeze our wives asses and pull them into deep kisses while they enjoyed the food and drink that me and the other husbands served. A couple of the wives clearly did not like being kissed and pawed at by other women. By the end of the day I had a feeling they'd be used to it.

Then near the grill where I was standing I saw the fat Dyke remove Yvonne's bikini bottoms as she was making out with her. I heard her ask Yvonne which husband was hers and Yvonne pointed at Mike. The fat Dyke motioned to Mike to come over and then she explained what she had in mind.

"I want you to suck your husband's cock while I lick your pussy. If I get you off first then you have to do the same for me, but if he cums on your face first then I'll lick it off and leave you alone."

I would have paid to see that lesbian bitch eat Mike's cum, but I had no doubt that she was an expert cunt lapper. She positioned herself between Yvonne's legs and dove in while Mike pulled down his shorts and presented his cock to his wife. From the start it was clear that Yvonne was at a disadvantage as she was having problems concentrating on sucking her husband's cock. Of course the Dyke knew this wasn't a fair contest. The real purpose was to humiliate both Yvonne and her husband.

Within a couple of minutes Yvonne was squirming and whimpering, Mike's cock all but forgotten. The fat lesbian, sensing that Yvonne's climax was near, started pumping two fingers into her pussy. It only took another moment before Yvonne was crying out as a strong orgasm ripped through her.

The Dyke looked triumphantly at Mike and said, "Your pathetic attempts at cunilingus will never make her happy again. She will always think of her first time with a real master."

Then she pulled her shorts down and leaned back in the chaise lounge. "Come here my pretty Yvonne and get your first lesson at pussy eating."

Yvonne slowly got up and crawled between the fat Dyke's legs. She looked at the hairy patch partially hidden under a sagging belly, repulsed. I didn't blame her. After being yelled at by the Dyke she pushed the belly roll out of the way and started licking her pussy. I couldn't stand it anymore and looked away to see what Sherry was up to.

I found her in the pool pinned up against a wall. Her top was floating in the other end of the pool. One lesbian was latched onto Sherry's tits while another one had a lip lock on her. From the way she was squirming one of them must have been working her pussy under the water too.

I looked around and similar scenes were playing out all around the pool. I had never seen so many nude or nearly nude women in one place before. And they were all engaged in various sex acts. Even considering the circumstances, it was all very erotic and I found myself becoming hard despite my best attempts to prevent it.

I returned my attention to my wife. Now she was sitting on the edge of the pool. Her bikini bottoms were gone and her legs were spread. One of the lesbians was still in the pool and had her head between Sherry's legs. The other one was just pulling herself out. She stood next to my wife and pulled down her wet shorts. Then she straddled Sherry and pulled my wife's head into her pussy.

The Dyke that Yvonne was orally pleasuring started getting louder. "Oh fuck yeah. Lick my pussy you married bitch. Make me cum with your tongue you straight cunt." Then she started shaking and squealing uncontrollably. Finally she pushed poor Yvonne away saying, "That's enough for now. I want to sample some of the others."

That's pretty much how it went for the next hour or so. Women moaning and screaming out their orgasms, sometimes triggering another one or two in a kind of chain reaction. It was almost surreal.

But eventually they got hungry and thirsty. That's when I got busy on the grill. They let the wives have some water and fruit, but that's all. In contrast the Dykes ate lavishly. Then after they had stuffed themselves on expensive steak and seafood they had the wives lie down and they ate delicate little deserts off their naked bodies. It was all intentionally decadent.

The Dykes were licking the last of the sweet residues off the wives when Alex returned pushing a heavily laden cart. As it neared me I could begin to identify what was on the cart, and it scared me. There were dildos and vibrators of every size, color, and style. There were plenty of leather goods too, ranging from strap-on harnesses to whips and restraints. Some items I couldn't identify, however I had a feeling I'd find out what they were before the day was out.

Alex announced that the "real debauchery" could now begin. The lesbians all squealed in delight and rushed forward to select an item or two for their next assault on our wives. There's no way I could tell you everything that happened after that. The best I can do is tell you about some of the scenes that stand out the most in my memory.

Two of the Dykes wearing strap on dildos approached Jill. One of them laid down and had Jill mount her. The other lesbian pushed her fake dick into Jill's ass. They really pounded Jill with gusto for about a half hour. They all had tremendous orgasms, including Jill, culminating in a triple climax that left all three shuddering and moaning. After that the lesbos made Jill clean up their "cocks" with her mouth. It didn't end there, though. Next they had poor Jill get up on her hands and knees so that one could fuck her from behind while the other one filled Jill's mouth with her plastic dick. They switched places several times and appeared to have at least one more orgasm before the finally let Jill rest.

Yvonne didn't fare much better. At one point she had her hands bound behind her back while one of the lesbians toyed with her. Literally. She put clamps on Yvonne's long nipples and then she teased her with a vibrator. The Dyke would rub it on Yvonne's sensitive clit and then plunge it deeply into her pussy a few times, and then repeat. When Yvonne got close to coming, she would take it away and tease Yvonne, asking her if she was having fun, if she was turned on, etc. After doing this several times the lesbian told Yvonne that if she wanted to cum she would have to beg. It took two more cycles, but finally Yvonne did comply.

"Oh fuck, let me cum, please," Yvonne panted.

"Does my little toy want to cum?"

"Oh yes. Please, I need to cum."

"OK, little mother slut, cum for me."

The Dyke then held the vibrator against Yvonne's clit and didn't pull it away as she rapidly approached her climax. Then the lesbian pushed two fingers into Yvonne and she came in a long shuddering orgasm. After that she sat on Yvonne's face and made her "return the favor."

I watched as my wife and Karen were forced into a sixty-nine position by four of the members and told that the first one to cum would have to keep a vibrating butt-plug in her ass for the rest of the day. When I saw the size of the thing I knew that they each would do whatever they could to avoid that fate. Sure enough, Sherry and Karen went at each other's pussy with vigor. The lesbians had fun calling them degrading names and betting on which one would win. One of them even pushed her finger into my wife's ass, who was on top. I think this may have even led to her downfall because shortly after that Sherry convulsed in a visibly powerful orgasm.

She rolled off Karen, her only consolation being that she left her hot and frustrated. The Dykes then had Sherry hold her butt cheeks apart as they pushed the bulbous head of the butt plug into her ass. It took a few tries and not an inconsiderable amount of force to get it inserted, but eventually it popped in fully. The grimace on my wife's face told me how much it hurt. I wanted to run over there and pull it out, but I knew I had to hold my ground. The retribution would be worse if I interfered.

Then they turned on the vibrator element using the wireless remote the look of pain on Sherry's face slowly subsided. When she got up, however, she was definitely bow-legged as she walked. The lesbians all laughed at her discomfort, the skanky bitches.

The wives were allowed some breaks for water and a little food, but none of the good stuff, just snacks like fruit and cheese. I originally thought that maybe these lesbians, being women themselves, would go a bit easier on them, but if anything they were more cruel.

One of the club members had fastened a studded dog collar around Yvonne's neck and was leading her around with a leash. She had Yvonne calling her "mistress" and she offered her "services" to the other lesbians. One of them was a thin black woman that was wearing a huge black strap on cock. She wanted to see if little Yvonne could take the whole thing. I had my doubts.

First they "opened her up" by using first a regular sized dildo followed by a larger one. Then they lubed up the big black fake cock and slowly worked it inside Yvonne's pussy. Initially they got just the head inside, but they pulled it back out and tried again. This time it went in a little further with Yvonne grunting through the pain. They kept working it in and out and finally managed to get about three quarters of the massive replica dick inside of her. I didn't think she would manage to take that much, but then it occurred to me that perhaps she had some recent experience with larger cocks.

Having satisfied herself that Yvonne was at her limit the black chick fucked her with that silicone monster for about fifteen minutes while her "mistress" rubbed her clit and pulled on her nipples. This eventually caused Yvonne to have an orgasm which was quite a source of amusement for her "mistress". 

"My my, you're quite the black cock whore, aren't you?" The Dyke teased. "Does your hubby know?"

Yvonne looked embarrassed but said nothing. Her "mistress" pulled Yvonne to her feet and continued to lead her around using the leash and calling her "pet".

I saw my wife again. This time she was getting a vibrator shoved into her pussy, so now she had one in both holes. Then they bound her with a yellow nylon rope. One loop went around her waist, another one through her legs (holding the vibrator in), and two more went around her tits. In fact they were so tight that her tits started turning red. At that point one of the lesbians put clothes pins on her nipples. That was the first time I heard Sherry scream that day, but it wasn't the last.

That wasn't the end of the torture. They turned both vibrators on and spanked her ass with a riding crop; not hard enough to leave permanent marks, but I had no doubt it stung. After a few minutes of this they turned off the vibrators, removed the clothes pins from her nipples, and loosened the rope around her tits. This caused the blood to go rushing back into her breasts and made her scream again. I was surprised that she didn't scream yet again when they started hitting her tits with the crop, but she didn't.

Then they started all over again. After the third time Sherry had tears running down her cheeks at the same time that she was having massive orgasm. It was both the most cruel and erotic scene I have ever witnessed.

That is just a taste of the lesbian debauchery that occurred that afternoon. At the end they confiscated all the clothes our wives had worn there and made them wear the skimpy bikini home. They called it a "gift". Thanks for nothing.

Fortunately the children were spending the day at their aunt's house and we have an attached garage, so nobody saw Sherry stumble in wearing practically nothing. She told me that her butt hole still had not completely closed up, her tits and pussy were sore that all she wanted to do was soak in a hot tub of water. While she did that I drove to her sister's place to pick up the children. All I could think of was how many ways I could beat the crap out of Alex without actually killing him.

Three days later I received a call from Drew. He told me to watch the local news for the next week or so. When I asked him why he was evasive but said that I would see some stories that would make me very happy. That night on the news it was reported that Alex had been arrested in Mexico City! Apparently he was caught up in some sort of raid by the Mexican federal police. When the police stormed into his suite apparently they found several under age girls that he and a couple of local businessmen were engaged in having sex with. According to the news article the Mexican authorities had also turned over to the US Government evidence of illegal technology transfers. So even after the Mexicans were done with him over the under age girls, he would be facing serious federal charges in the US.

The next day there was a story about two local men, brothers, that were being investigated for massive tax fraud and were on the run from the IRS. It was Marc and Chad. There was also a follow on story about Alex. It appears that someone broke through the side of his house with a backhoe and pulled out his large safe. They found the safe in a field a couple of miles away. The thieves had put I into a big hole with a lot of wood and set it on fire. The police assumed that they were trying to break into it, but all they managed to do was incinerate all the contents. Apparently only ashes remained. Drew had previously informed me that Alex kept all the club related materials, including the videos, in that safe. And now it was all destroyed. Sherry and I celebrated.

Over the next few days we discovered that Marc and Chad had been apprehended and were in a Federal jail cell. All their assets were frozen and an indictment was expected to be handed down in a few days. Also a local stripper bar had lost it's liquor license over repeated violations of local regulations. The owner, a guy named Carl, told the local news reporter that without the ability to server alcohol he would be out of business in a month. The city council decided that wasn't fast enough and revoked his adult use license because of serious allegations of abuse by some of the strippers.

From what I could tell the rest of the club members crawled back under the rocks they came from. At least we haven't heard from any of them since. Ten days after I had talked to Drew he called me at home and told me that it was over. Alex would be in a Mexican jail for a while where he would get raped every day. Then he would spend decades more in an US Federal Penitentiary. Marc and Chad would also be in US custody for some time and Johnny had disappeared. Drew seemed certain he would never be seen again. The club was history; we were free. It was the happiest I'd ever heard him.

Drew apologized that it had taken so long to destroy the club. He explained that they needed to get all the local and federal authorities to work together and strike at one time in order to get them all. He said that the information that I had provided about Alex's movements were invaluable. He also confided that the original club founder that he was working with had conceived the overall plan and was instrumental in getting the federal involvement. I didn't care; I was jut glad that it was all over.




MILF Chronicles Ch. 14



As the next couple of months went by we pretty much put our lives back together. Although it was impossible to forget what had happened, Sherry and I were determined not to let that destroy us after the fact, and together we managed to come to grips with those experiences. It was around this time that Jill called Sherry and said she needed to talk to someone. She didn't think anybody else would be able to understand, and she was probably right. So they got together once, twice, and then on a regular basis. After a while Yvonne and Karen also joined them. It was kind of like a little support group and they became good friends.

Eventually the girls decided to have a barbeque and Sherry offered us as the hosts. I didn't mind. I wanted to thank Drew somehow for what he had done for us. Besides, the other women were plenty good looking and had great bodies -- trust me I know.

I wasn't sure how we would all get along as couples, but it went surprisingly well. The shared experience of the MILF club helped, but I think it was our wives strong bond that really did the trick. By the end of the evening we were all buzzed on good wine and enjoying each others company. There was even a little mild flirting going on. I was shocked at how relaxed Drew was when Yvonne's husband Mike flirted with Jill. Not to be outdone, Drew even spent some time sniffing around Sherry. I didn't mind, it was all in good fun.

A month later we had a second get together at Yvonne and Mike's house. It was even more relaxed than the first one and everybody really enjoyed themselves. In fact, it was decided that we would do this every month on a rotating basis and that the next time would be at Jill and Mike's.

The level of flirting had also increased and was much less subtle than before. I think everyone was testing the comfort level of their respective partner, to see how far they could go. There was definitely an undercurrent of sexual tension that was hard to miss.

Sherry and I talked about it afterwords. We agreed that there seemed to be a high level of sexual interest within our little group and that it was mutual. Neither of us were jealous though, and in fact we both realized that to some extent we missed the club events. Obviously we didn't miss the cruelty, humiliation, or non consensual aspects. But Sherry admitted that she did miss the mind-blowing orgasms and the excitement of not always knowing what would happen next. I revealed that I missed those things as well. We decided that at the next party we would just let go and see what happened.

That must have been the theme for the night because after a couple of hours Jill suggested we play strip poker and nobody objected. Everybody knew it was just an excuse to get naked, and so it wasn't long before we were all sans clothing and pairing up. I thought it might be awkward, but really it seemed pretty natural. Maybe that's not too surprising considering what we had all been through together.

Jill and I ended up together initially. I had always wanted to have sex with her. She has a fantastic body and is a great cocksucker. After we were done I watched Mike fuck Sherry for a while. Then his wife Yvonne wandered over and began sucking my cock back to life. Once I was hard again I laid her down next to my wife and mounted her. This was something I've always wanted to do, and it was incredible. Seeing my wife's tits bounce and listen to her moan as another man fucked her was great, but experiencing that while pounding the sweet pussy of a hot babe like Yvonne was out of this world.

When everybody was finished we all agreed that what had happened was not a mistake and we all wanted to continue with the monthly parties. Sherry and I think they will all turn into orgies, but that's OK with us. In fact, we are looking forward to it. It's funny how things turn out.