0 comments/ 73166 views/ 4 favorites A Day At The Races By: English Bob I consider myself to be a lucky man. When it comes to slut-wives, then Rachel, my other half, is up there with the best of them! Although now a forty six years old and, as she will be the first to admit, no longer a teenager, she's still a good looking woman and has a voracious sexual appetite to go with her looks. Rach just likes to fuck, and she does so as frequently as possible. With her silver, blonde hair framing a face that looks ten years younger than her true years and her hour-glass figure complete with large, firm breasts, she gets plenty of offers. I long ago gave up any thoughts of keeping her to myself - looking back now to our earlier years, it seemed so stupid to have even tried - but now I content myself in the knowledge that as long as she's happy and getting what she wants - needs - then I'm happy as well and on the occasions when I can catch her "at it", well, so much the better! If Rachel doesn't have at least three orgasms every day, she gets moody and sullen. Fortunately this happens very infrequently; if I'm not around and there's little chance of her finding another man (or sometimes a woman), then she'll use whatever she can find to satisfy her abundant lust. Just last week I arrived home from work to find her sitting on the lounge floor watching one of the many porn movies in our collection. Her panties were thrown haphazardly to one side and a long broom handle protruded from her very wet pussy while she rotated her thumb over her clit and pulled on her nipples with the other hand. It was a sight that I had become used to seeing, but it never failed to fill me with excitement and lust. I ended up dropping my pants and cumming down her throat as she sucked me off in front of the TV. When it was over, I realised that I still clutched my briefcase in my hand - I hadn't even had time to put it down! It will come as no surprise, then, when I tell you that when a group of our friends announced that we were all going on a day trip to the local horse racing track, I was filled with apprehension and excitement. You see there's little that Rach enjoys more than fucking out-doors and I could see from the way her eyes lit up immediately I said that we were going, that she was hoping for a little "open-air" fun! When Rachel puts her mind to something, there's not usually much that will stop it happening. The day was warm and sultry. The mini-coach that we had hired to take us to the races sped past green, lush fields and golden meadows fragrant with the heady aroma of late spring. Rachel was sat between myself and our friend Roger and had been enjoying the caresses of our joint fingers in her pussy for the last hour. I could tell from the way that her snatch virtually dripped juice that today she was even hornier than usual - I guessed that she was likely to be too busy with other matters to see many of the races! "You go get yourself a beer with the boys," said Rachel as we alighted the coach and entered the track. "I'm just going to have a look around for a bit! Maybe go over to the paddock. Be back in about half an hour, okay?" I smiled back and nodded my head. Rachel was off to a good start. And that was more than I could say about my first selection of horses, or rather nags; If I hadn't seen a limb at each corner myself, I would have sworn the stupid animal only had three legs. The second race proved the same disappointing waste of money and dejectedly I tore the second betting ticket up and let the pieces flutter to the ground to join the first. "I'm gonna have a look at the runners as they come out of the stable, Rog," I said. "Maybe I'll get a lucky tip or something!" "Okay, buddy. Later." My friend replied. I began to walk away with a wave over my shoulder. "Later!" I leaned on the edge of the paddock fence and watched as the stable lads led their charges from expensive looking horse-boxes and into the small enclosure of the paddock. I studied muscle definition, I studied temperament, I studied form. I knew that all these factors combined would lead, could only lead, to one inevitable conclusion: I'd lose again! A group of scruffy looking stable hands were gathered around one of the horse boxes. I thought I'd go over and see if there were any good tips I could acquire for the price of a beer. "Hey guys, what's going on!" I said to a tall, lean looking lad of about eighteen. "Any good runners today?" The lad seemed reluctant to take divert his attention away from the horse box, but eventually dragged his eyes around to meet mine. "Only sure thing today is in here!" he laughed That sounded interesting. "Mind if I take a peek?" "Sure, go ahead, man!" I think I half expected it, really. Something about the leering grin on the lad's face told me that the muffled noises coming from within the stall were more human than bestial. I looked and....yes, sure enough, Rach was there! Not only was she there, but she was there getting herself well and truly fucked! On her knees and facing anyone who cared to look in - me, at present - she looked like a bitch in heat. A swarthy looking stable hand of about twenty was knelt behind her with a lustful expression on his face. Both his and Rachel's eyes were closed as her rammed his thick cock into her doggy-style and his hands gripped her hips pulling her back onto him with each thrust. I could see my wife's large, pendulous tits swinging back and forth in time with his rapidly accelerating penetrations and could tell that she was on the point of orgasm. "Ahhh...fuck me...hard...harder, god dammit!...fuck my pussy harder!" The younger lad seemed unused to accepting orders from a lover, but speeded up his strokes even further so that his thrusts into Rachel's body became little more than a blur. I watched his teeth grind together as he worked himself up to a fever pitch literally punching his thick, hard weapon into my wife's juicy pussy. They seemed to cum together. Rachel howling in a high-pitched, banshee-like voice and the young lad moaning deep in his throat as he unloaded thickly. Sated, Rachel's lover fell back, his cock slipping from her pussy with an audible squish. He may have been finished, but I knew that Rachel wouldn't be. "C'mon, guys," she cried, "Who's gonna go next? Who's gonna be the next lucky lad to fill me with their cum?" At that moment, two strapping lads of about nineteen stood forward. By this time, I could see that quite a crowd of men had assembled to oversee the antics of my own little slut. The two young men were stripped to the waist, their tanned skin glistening with the perspiring evidence of their manual work in the stables. "Mmmm..two fine young studs!" my wife giggled. "Tell me who will win the last race and I'll let you fuck me in the ass!" The two men looked at each other and smiled. No words were spoken, it was almost as if some form of telepathy existed between them. Rachel looked at them both waiting for an answer and when none was forthcoming she spoke again. "Well? I know you wanna do it to me. So who's gonna win?" Remaining silent, the two men moved into position; one behind my still kneeling wife and one in front. I moved to the side quietly to afford myself a better view of the proceedings and hid behind a pillar. Peeking around the side, I could see my wife trying to look behind her to see what the taller lad was doing. I could see even if she couldn't. Now divest of his britches and underwear, the lad sported a solid erection that must have measured at least nine inches in length. Rachel screamed out loud as she felt him push his mighty weapon against her tight asshole. Actually, it was more of a squeal of pleasure than a scream of pain. Or maybe a combination of both. Whilst his friend assaulted my wife's back door with his oversized prick, the second, slightly shorter man kneeled down in front of her. "You want to know who we think will win the last race?" He asked with a wicked sneer. It seemed that Rachel, whilst being butt-fucked so finely, was having a few problems being able to make a coherent sentence. "Oh...Ugh...Ugh..fuck...fuck, yes...just...fucking...tell...me....!!" Again the shorter lad remained silent and just sneered. Slowly, from his pocket he removed a black magic marker pen. Reaching underneath Rachel he cupped one of her large hanging tits in his hand and tilted it upwards. As she squirmed and writhed he wrote the name "Sakiria" across the flesh of her left breast. Repeating his action he wrote the odds "10-1" on her right breast. The stall erupted in laughter. I counted at least eight other guys now crowded into the cramped space all, seemingly, awaiting their turn. "You wanted to know the likely winner...and now you do!" cried the writer between fits of laughter. Suddenly his mirth terminated abruptly. In a flash his zipper was down and his throbbing cock exposed. "Now, suck on this, slut!" It was a demand that was unnecessarily spoken. As soon as Rach had seen the flesh of his weapon, her mouth was already moving towards it. In one slick movement her lips parted and I watched the lad's shaft disappear inch my inch into her greedy mouth. "Oh fuck!" cried the stable hand as he closed his eyes and began bucking his hips forward. "That's so fucking good, bitch! C'mon, make me cum!" My attention quickly turned back to the taller lad that was still methodically pumping his cock up my wife's ass. His face looked a contortion of animal lust as his strokes speeded up, noticeably increasing the tempo. Suddenly, with a howl of delight, he pulled his cock clear of Rachel's butt and began fisting himself off rapidly. As she continued to suck and gobble on the throbbing, engorged penis that was now ramming her throat, Rachel gasped feeling the hot, viscous fluid from the guy behind her splash onto her upturned buttocks. Her gurgles and moans of pleasure were instantly halted by the second man as he, likewise, withdrew his dick from her mouth and erupted a searing stream of jism that coated her entire face. I could see cum dripping from her nose, her lips, her eyes and her cheeks. Some of the stuff was even matting her silver blonde locks. As the two guys fell back completely satisfied, the crowd began to close in. Most of the men had their cocks out and were openly masturbating as they called to my wife for more of her exhibitionist behaviour. "More cum!" I heard Rachel cry from somewhere in the middle of the throng. "I need more cum!" Moving slowly back towards the door and away from the orgy that was just about to commence, I realised that Rachel was never going to finish in time for the last race. I recalled the crude, indelible writing that would adorn her breasts for weeks to come. Taking my paper from my inside pocket, I scribbled down the name "Sakirai" and the numbers "10-1". It looked like I would have to place the bet for Rachel - she seemed to have other things on her mind! A Day At The Races Karen had watched nearly three hundred miles of some incredible stock car racing, but as exciting as the race was, she was aching for a little different action now. She had access to much of the infield and the areas around the racing team garages, with her pit pass. There wasn’t a lot of activity in the garages, with the race underway. She did notice that one of the cars that had blown an engine early in the race had been rolled into its spot. The crew had done some quick diagnostics, but decided that they’d not be able to race anymore today. They all had wandered back up to the pits to try to help the other team car out. Karen looked over the car from outside the garage, but quickly slipped inside when she noticed there was no one nearby. Alone now in the garage, she ran her hand over the car body, feeling some slight wrinkles where the car had brushed the wall during the race, she felt her pulse quicken at being this close to a real car. She could smell the strong smell of burning oil mixed with the sweet scent of radiator fluid. Holding her right arm over the top of the car she pressed her breast against the windshield. Closing her eyes and taking in the smells from the car, she reached her left hand down, slipping it into her pants. Sliding her fingers between her lips, she moistened them by dipping them into her cunt and then moved up to her clit. The excitement of everything, the smell of the car, the sound of the race outside, and simply knowing she was touching a car that actually had been in the race was too much for Karen, and she came almost immediately, audibly moaning as body pulsed in ecstasy. A voice shouting, “Hey, what the...” suddenly interrupted her wonderful climax and she quickly pulled her hand out of her shorts and stood up straight. She slowly began backing out of the garage, seeing one of the mechanics come through a small door. “No, wait. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the man said to her as his eye rolled sensuously over her breasts. Toying a bit with her nipples, she saw them descend down over her stomach and focus on her short, shorts. Glancing down, Karen noticed that her manipulations had caused her shorts to snap open and unzip a bit. Standing still, Karen watched as the mechanic walked out toward her. Her initial instinct told her to get out of there quick, but looking over the mechanic, she paused. Though short, he looked very athletic and, wait, another man appeared at the door. Tall and thin, he was drop dead gorgeous. Looking closer at him she realized he was the driver! “I like your car, “ she said, running her hand over it. The mechanic squinted at the sun shining in the large door and headed over to pull down the overhead door. In the meantime the drive walked up to Karen and held out his hand saying, “Hi, I’m Mason...” “I know who you are. It’s a shame your car broke so early.” “Those are the breaks I guess. That’s Tommy, he’s my front tire guy.” “Hi Tommy,” Karen said, reaching her hand out to shake his hand. “I think we walked in on something here,” Mason said nodding at Karen’s open shorts. Feeling herself flush a bit, Karen replied meekly, “I ah… kind of got carried away.” “It’s completely okay, in fact I uh...” Karen glanced down and saw his pants tented out. Reaching down, she took clamped her hand over it and said, “Oh, this I like.” “How about this,” Tommy said, pulling his cock out of his overalls. “Two is always better than one,” she said, moving to Tommy’s cock and taking it in her mouth. Sucking his cock, she began trying to unfasten Mason’s pants. While she was going after the men’s cocks, she felt their hands all over her, grabbing her breasts, loosening her shorts, squeezing her ass. In no time, she was pulling her blouse over her head and was completely naked. She stood up and watched as the two men tore off their clothes. Not wanting to move away from the car, Karen pushed Mason back against the car. Realizing what she wanted, he slid back up onto the hood of his car and watched as she climbed over him. Kneeling above him, she eased herself down onto his small, but very hard cock. Moving up and down on Mason, she looked back to Tommy, who stood watching, stroking his cock. “Come on Tommy, you ever share a pussy with another cock?” Looking over at Mason, he paused, watching him fucking this beautiful woman. He quickly crawled up behind her and moved his cock closer. She directed him, saying, “Now take it slow until you get. Yeah, that’s it, deeper now.” Feeling the second cock squeezing into her tight cunt, Karen concentrated on moving in such a manner that kept both men inside her. She had never tried this before, but had fantasized about it many times. Now she was being fucked by a racecar driver and his tire changer on the hood of a real life racecar. She could still feel the warmth from the fried engine inside the car. Concentrating hard on the sensations and trying to keep both cocks inside her kept her distracted for a bit as the two men filled her gaping opening, but soon she felt an incredible feeling roll over her as she came. Her pussy, stretched so wide, now pulsed around the two men. Mason soon moaned and arched his back, pumping his come into Karen’s pussy and all over Tommy’s cock. Tommy moaned, “Keep your cock in there Mason, it’s so fucking tight.” In moments he too was spilling his jism into the soaking pussy and onto Mason’s softening cock. The three remained motionless for a few moments, as the men’s shrinking cocks slipped out of Karen’s well-fucked pussy. Tommy lay down on the hood and Karen rolled between the two men. Reaching her hands down, she took each man’s cock in her hands, softly milking the last drops of cum from their flaccid cocks. “Looks like Mason was the winner, he gets to drink the milk,” Karen said, nodding down at her pussy, wet with their combined juices. Mason quickly sat up and moved between her legs and slipped his tongue inside her. Tommy followed suit, moving his tongue to her clit. Karen simply spread her legs wide as Mason lapped up the come from her as Tommy sucked hard on her clit. She came again and again, arching her back and lifting her ass off of the racing car. They finished just as the crowd went wild cheering on the winners. Karen just sat on the hood of the car as her two lovers rushed to the TV to see who had won. She smiled, pulling her panties over her tired pussy, knowing very well who really won today. A Day at the Races This story is part fantasy and part reality, I will leave it to you to figure out which is which. The story is about my wife and our mutual desire to allow her to have sex with other men. If this isn't your thing it's ok just move on to something you like. This is a site for sex stories and there are lots of them in all different categories. After all if you weren't looking for stories about sex why would you be reading this? If you enjoy reading stories about MMF threesomes and moresomes then continue reading. I hope you enjoy! We did!!! Last Friday night just as I got home the phone was ringing. Not having time to even set my briefcase down I picked it up to find my good friend Don on the other end. Don was in the middle of explaining a situation to me when my wife Jolene came in from the backyard to greet me. Jolene is a knockout and her long tanned legs were sweaty from working in the garden and disappeared into a pair of tight boy shorts. As my wife moved toward me her erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her tank top. I lost track of Don for a minute while Jolene placed a light kiss on my cheek before turning and heading toward the kitchen. As I came back to the conversation Don was explaining again that he had a client in from the East Coast and had four tickets to the horse races for that night. My friend went on to explain his business partner couldn't make it at the last minute and his wife was away for the weekend at her sister's. Don was asking if Jolene and I would like to go the horse races with his client and him. I asked him how we were getting to the races and he explained he had rented a limousine and would pick us up. I told Don I would have to ask Jolene about it and he said hurry as he was already on his way to our home. After hanging up with Don I made my way to the kitchen where Jolene was just pulling out some pots and pans getting ready to make dinner. As I grabbed her from behind and moved my hands up to her tits I asked if she would like to go to the races tonight with Don. I was gently pulling on her nipples as she asked if she could fuck him again because she had really enjoyed our last get together. Moving my right hand to her hot pussy I told her it was up to her as I slid my finger into her naked pussy. Kissing her neck I went on to explain that Don was on his way over to pick us up in a limousine and he had a client with him. She said she was sorry about the client as she was looking forward to having Don's cock in her pussy again. I suggested that maybe after we got rid of the client we could make the best of the limousine. With that she perked up and said she had to take a shower and get ready. I followed her upstairs as she dropped her clothes behind her; her naked ass was swaying back and forth as she disappeared into the bathroom. As the shower started I too undressed and headed to the guest bathroom for my shower with my hard cock leading the way. I was remembering the sight of my wife riding up and down on Don's cock the last time he came over for dinner. Jolene and I play with a couple of our male friends and Don is one of her favorites. I get off on watching my wife fuck and suck other men and Jolene enjoys the reward of my kink. My wife was still in the shower as I entered the bedroom and pulled on a pair of slacks and a short-sleeved shirt. It was going to be warm but not hot tonight and I wanted to be comfortable. After I finished dressing I entered the bathroom to see Jolene putting the finishing touches on her lipstick and beginning to blow dry her hair. As she moved the brush through her long blonde hair her breasts jiggled and swayed. I attempted to cop a quick feel but Jolene told me to leaver her alone for a few minutes while she got dressed. I gave here a quick peck on the cheek and a slap on her hard ass as I left the bathroom bedroom, heading downstairs to wait for our friend Don. I was having a cocktail when the doorbell rang, it had been about 15 minutes since I left Jolene and I thought she should be about ready. As I let Don in the front door we heard my wife greet Don from upstairs. Don and I both looked up as we saw Jolene move to the head of the stairs and start her way toward us. Jolene looked incredible in a white silk button up blouse, a dark maroon lace bra underneath holding her supple tits up high. The blouse was loosely tucked into a very short black skirt that barely covered the tops of her thigh high nylons that were topped by a band of lace. A pair of sexy black sling back pumps completing an unbelievably sexy outfit covered her nylon-clad feet. With each step she took toward us we could almost see her pussy and neither of us could tell at that moment whether she was naked or not under her skirt. As she met us on the lower landing she gave Don a big hug and a kiss on his cheek, leaving her lipstick just next to his hungry mouth. Don responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and taking his time with a lingering kiss on her mouth. As they separated Don explained the limousine was out front and the client was waiting for us. Jolene asked if she had time to mix a drink and Don explained the limousine had a fully stocked bar and we should go. Taking Don by the arm my wife exited the house as I locked up behind us. When I turned toward the limousine I was shocked to see a stretched white Humvee parked in front of our house. The driver was waiting by the back door as the three of us made our way to the enormous machine. As the driver opened the door a step came out from under the limo but it was still too high for Jolene to reach without revealing much of her leg. Don held her by the arm as she attempted to step up into the limousine and about that time a hand came from inside to take my wife's hand and help her in. As Jolene stepped from the sidewalk into the limousine her skirt bunched up just under her waist revealing her maroon thong to Don, the Driver and myself. I could only imagine what lovely sight the client inside was being treated to. As Don and I entered the limousine my wife was sitting across from a very good-looking man wearing slacks and a Polo shirt. Don introduced me to Ralph, his client, as he took a seat next to Jolene. I sat next to Ralph as the Driver closed the door and headed to the front of the Humvee. From where I sat next to Ralph we had a clear view of Jolene's laced top nylons and could just about make out her panty-covered pussy. The view was not wasted on Ralph as I could see his eyes taking in my sexy wife's long legs and voluptuous breasts. Of course on the other side of the limousine I could see my wife taking in the muscular frame of Ralph, a black man with hands the size of dinner plates. Sitting next to Ralph I would have to guess he was at least six feet six inches tall and built like a rock. As the limo pulled away from the curb Don continued the introduction by explaining Ralph was a retired football player and was in town looking to buy a small business to keep him busy. The whole time Don was talking Ralph and Jolene were locked in a mutual gaze at each other. As we sped down the freeway toward the racetrack Don broke out a bottle of chilled champagne and we finished it off in no time. By the time we finished the second bottle we were all feeling good and had become fast friends. I watched my wife cross and un-cross her legs several times allowing Ralph and me to feast on her thighs, her panty coved pussy and her long legs. About half way to the track Jolene leaned forward and slipped her high heels off making sure to give Ralph and me enough time to take in the cleavage of her fine tits. Several times my wife let her hand rest on Don's thigh, casually brushing his crotch but not resting long enough to give a sense of inappropriateness. Don on his part held her tightly whenever we hit a bump or made a turn that rocked the Humvee, his hands occasionally brushing her breasts and thighs. By the time we made it to the track there was a sexual tension building in the limousine. The driver pulled up to the track, opening the door for the four of us to exit. Ralph was the first one out and as my wife started to exit he reached up gently, taking Jolene by the waist, lifted her up and set her softly on the ground. Jolene blushed by his forwardness but thanked him for the safe landing. Don and I bounded half drunk from the Humvee and the four of us were off to the races so to speak. Jolene had Ralph's arm on one side and mine on the other as Don took care of showing the tickets to the attendant and leading the way to our seats. Our seats were stacked two and two in a small box Don shared with another company. Jolene and I took the top row of seats as Ralph and Don took the lower seats. The back seats were high enough that when either Ralph or Don turned to talk with us they were essentially looking directly into my wife's knees. This fact was not lost on Jolene as she let her skirt ride high on her thighs and slightly parted her legs revealing the lace at the top of her nylons. Several times during the races Jolene jumped up and down with excitement, along with the rest of us. Each time this happened Don and Ralph made sure they were facing us, toasting us with more champagne and taking in my lovely wife. In about the fourth race Jolene indicated she had to go the rest room and Don suggested he escort her to show her where the restrooms were and to grab us a snack. While they were gone I moved down to sit with Ralph and look at the upcoming races. Ralph complimented my wife and told me I was a very lucky man. I thanked him and told him I knew how lucky I was and asked about his wife, if indeed he was married. Ralph told me one of the reasons he was looking for a business in the L.A. area was that he and his wife divorced and he needed something to keep his mind off of the divorce. I asked what type of business he would like to have and he mentioned a restaurant would be great so he could display his football mementos. Although he was retired he was only in his mid-forties and had maintained his physical prowess through working out. About this time Don and Jolene returned and took the seats behind Ralph and me. Don handed down some chips and fresh glasses of champagne. As I stood watching Don and my wife take their seats I could tell her nylons had been moved down her leg slightly, her blouse was unbuttoned two buttons revealing her maroon lace bra and her hair was mussed a little. My suspicion was confirmed when I could see more of my wife's lipstick on Don's lips and cheek. I am sure Ralph took notice as his grin turned into a bright smile, taking in the vision of my wife standing above him looking tussled and sexy. Ralph motioned to Don to bend down and whispered something in his ear. Don smiled and whispered back to Ralph before straightening up and handing my wife her drink. Don stepped out of his seat area and let Ralph sit down next to Jolene. As the next race was getting started I turned to ask Jolene a question about her betting and noticed that Ralph's large hand was resting on her thigh just where the nylons met her firm tanned thigh. As Jolene answered my question about which horse she was betting on her legs parted slightly and Ralph's hand slipped further up her thigh. I looked into her eyes and smiled, my wife winked at me and I returned the wink with a sly smile. Turning my head I met Ralph's glance as if he were asking permission to continue, I smiled knowingly and shook my head slowly up and down. As the race finished my wife's horse had come in and she was jumping up and down wildly, her blouse falling open revealing her full breasts covered by her lace bra. I watched as Jolene turned to Ralph as he took her in his arms and began lightly kissing her while he pulled her closer. The races from that point seemed to fly by as the action heated up on the track and in the stands. Just before the last race Don suggested we beat the crowd and head out. We all agreed and headed up the stairs toward the exit following Don. Ralph fell in behind Jolene and I finished up the parade. Heading up the stairs I know Ralph was being treated to quick glimpses of my wife's tanned firm ass as she stepped from stair to stair. The Humvee was waiting for us and again we were treated to the wonderful site of my wife's long tanned legs and firm ass as she stepped into the huge limousine. This time as we entered the limousine Ralph took the seat next to my wife as Don and I sat opposite them. Jolene's skirt was very high on her thighs completely revealing the lacey tops of her nylons and much of her tanned thighs. During the ride to Ralph's hotel Jolene and Ralph held each other's hands occasionally and rested their hands on each other's thighs from time to time. The sexual tension we left behind while arriving at the races was building now and I knew by the way my wife was behaving she was excited and looking for pleasure. My wife's legs were parted far enough that her short skirt was very high on her thighs; she was showing the three of us her panty-covered pussy and loving every minute of it. Pulling up to the hotel we were all feeling no pain and Ralph now had some of Jolene's lipstick on his neck and cheek from a few friendly kisses. Ralph suggested we all have one more nightcap in the bar before breaking up for the night. Jolene was all over this idea and again Ralph lifted her from the limousine, this time holding her closer and longer before setting her down. The bar of the hotel was almost empty other than the lounge entertainment and the bartender. Ordering another bottle of champagne we took seats in a darkened area of the bar and relived the races as we sipped champagne. Ralph asked me if it was ok if he danced with Jolene and when I approved he took my wife by the hand and led her to the dance floor. While they were dancing Don asked if we were in a hurry to call it a night. I asked him why and he said that while Jolene and he were on the way to the bathroom at the races they had necked in the corridor and Jolene had invited him over to our house later. I told him I could tell they had spent a minute together and told him I would enjoy very much watching him fuck my wife later that night. Looking up from our drinks we smiled as we saw Jolene melted into Ralph's arms, their bodies moving as one. Ralph's long arms were draped down to my wife's fine ass and one of his hands were slowly making circles on her ass. Jolene looked up into Ralph's face as he bent down and gave her a long slow kiss. The music ended as Ralph and my wife headed back toward the table. It was obvious Jolene was hot and it was also obvious Ralph was sporting a hard on. My wife indicated she needed to use the restroom but didn't want to use the public restroom in the bar. Ralph suggested we go up to his room with a bottle and Jolene could use his restroom. Heading to the elevators we were all arm in arm, Jolene between Don and I and Ralph leading the way. In the elevator my wife was leaning up against me, my cock growing hard and my hands moving from her hips to her breasts. Taking time to open another button of her blouse her bra was now clearly visible. My hands were cupping her breasts as the door opened and we piled out into the hallway. Ralph's room was toward the end of the hallway and by the time we arrived at his door Jolene was on his arm thanking him for helping her out. Ralph opened the door to his room to reveal a huge suite complete with living room, dining room and two bedrooms. Jolene excused herself and headed toward the bathroom as Ralph grabbed fresh glasses and opened the new bottle of champagne. Ralph turned the stereo system on low before heading toward us with the glasses and the champagne. There were two chairs and a sofa wrapped around a table in the living room and Don and I took the chairs as Ralph lowered his large frame onto the sofa. The living room was dimly lit with two table lamps against the wall and as the light from the bathroom cascaded into the living room the three of us lost our breath as my wife stepped toward us. The light of the bathroom framed Jolene, her long legs taking step after step toward us in her high heels, her blouse was gone revealing her large breasts clad in her lace bra and her pussy covered only by her lacey g-string panties. As Jolene approached the table her hips were swaying with the music and she extended her hand to Ralph asking him to dance. Don and I looked at each other and smiled as we watched Ralph take my wife in his arms and begin moving slowly around the living room. Ralph held my wife by one hand while his other hand had found the nakedness of her barely covered ass. As they swayed to the music their hips rotated together as they dry fucked each other. Jolene was lost in lust and we were all enjoying it. As they moved toward the sofa my wife gently pushed Ralph toward the sofa and he took the hint as he settled down into the cushions. Jolene was dancing in front of Ralph, slowly moving her hips and letting her hands roam her body. In one graceful motion my wife unclasped the front of her bra and let it fall to the floor in front of Ralph. Here was my wife now dancing in her g-string, thigh high nylons and high heels in front a large black man we had only met a few hours before. As one song ended and the next began Jolene slid her hands down her thighs and hooked the sides of the g-string, slowly lowering it past her hips, over her fine ass and stepping out of it in time with music. My wife was now swaying back and forth in front of Ralph with only her nylons and high heels. Ralph's large black hands began running up the outside of my wife's thighs and soon found their way between her legs and onto her hot pussy. My wife's pussy is near naked with only a thin strip of blond hair running down to her love box. Jolene's spread legs gave Don and I a view of Ralph's fingers moving in and out of my wife's neatly trimmed pussy as she bent to remove Ralph's shirt. Lowering herself to her knees Jolene opened Ralph's pants and peeled them back revealing the largest cock I have ever seen. Ralph's cock was fairly long; maybe about 9" or so and was as thick as my wife's wrist. Don and I watched in disbelief as Jolene began taking Ralph's huge black cock into her otherwise tiny mouth. My wife spent several minutes licking and sucking the head of this prick before sliding her mouth down over Ralph's manhood. His cock completely filled her mouth, her stretched lips and cheeks barely able to contain the rock hard cock she was sucking. In just a few minutes Ralph's cock was covered with my wife's saliva as she sucked him completely in and then let him out slowly, licking his hard cock from head to hilt. By now my cock was ready to explode and turning I saw Don slipping out of his clothes, his cock hard and ready for action. I peeled my clothes off and there we were, four naked persons ready for a good fuck session. Ralph was about to shoot his load into my wife's mouth when he said he wanted to fuck her hot pussy. As Jolene stood up Ralph turned her around and told her to climb onto the coffee table in front of him. As my wife spread her legs doggy style Ralph moved in behind her and slowly slid his thick hard long black cock into my wife's very wet pussy. Ralph's large hands took my wife by her hips as he began a slow pounding of her with long strokes. I was watching my wife being fucked by a man we had only met this evening, her tits were swaying under her and she was looking into my eyes with a devilish smile. Don wasted no time in walking to my wife's face and offering his cock to her pouty lips. Jolene was getting the fucking of her life as she wrapped her lips around our friend's cock. I was jacking my hard cock in my fist as I heard Ralph begin grunting with each thrust and then as his body tensed I could tell he was filling my wife with his cum. Jolene let go of Don's cock and was thrashing on the coffee table as she climaxed with Ralph's cock deep in her pussy. Ralph continued to pound her as his cum began running from her pussy and dripping onto the coffee table. Don was stroking his cock and began spurting his load across my wife's face as she started settling down from her fucking. A Day at the Races Ralph eased out of my wife and collapsed on the sofa, his long black cock slowly softening, covered with my wife's pussy juice and his cum. Jolene rolled over on her back and wiped Don's cum from her face, licking and sucking her fingers seductively. Don went to the bathroom and brought back a warm washcloth for Jolene to clean up with as he started pulling his pants back on. My wife wiped herself lightly then stood to walk to the bathroom to shower. The three of us watched as my wife's tanned ass swayed back and forth as she moved toward the bathroom. Once Jolene had left the room Ralph commented on how hot my wife was and how much he enjoyed fucking her. I explained that from time to time Jolene liked to cut loose and this was totally unplanned but very enjoyable. Ralph asked if he might have the opportunity to fuck her again and I explained it was strictly up to Jolene but from what I saw tonight it was likely. Jolene emerged from the bathroom clean and smiling, her pussy well fucked and a glow about her. I dressed as my wife slipped on her blouse and skirt, no bra and no g-string. Don was dressed by now and we said our goodbyes to Ralph, as he stood, still naked with his cock hanging flaccid. Jolene and Ralph had one last lingering kiss before we made our way toward the elevator. Stepping into the bright hallway it was obvious Jolene did not have her bra on, as her nipples were clearly visible beneath her white silk blouse. My wife made no attempt to cover herself as we stepped into the arriving elevator amongst a group of men and women. The men in the elevator were trying not to look at her hard nipples pressing against her blouse but they were obvious in their attempt not to linger too long. As we passed through the lobby heads turned as the three of us strode toward the front door and the waiting limousine. It must have looked like a high priced hooker and two of her clients leaving after a wild night. As the chauffer helped my wife into the back seat I am sure he was treated to a view of my wife's puffy pussy lips as she bent to move across the limo. Don and I took seats on each side of my wife as we pulled away from the curb. The privacy panel was down and as we began unbuttoning my wife's blouse the driver adjusted his mirror to take in the show. My wife's blouse was wide open and Don and I took turns kissing and sucking her nipples while the other was busy kissing Jolene. I watched as Don's fingers probed my wife's pussy and slowly slid in and out of her slick box. Jolene was lost again in lust as our friend finger fucked her to another orgasm. The trip back to our house was brief, although there was much more feeling and kissing along the way. Once we arrived home Don walked us to our door to thank us for a great night. It was late and Jolene asked Don if he would like to stay the night rather than heading home alone. As Don went back to send the limousine away Jolene peeled her blouse off and headed toward our bedroom. Don came back in and I showed him to the guest room and thanked him for the great night. Our friend thanked Jolene and me and said he was very surprised and pleased about how the night had turned out. I left Don in the guest room as he undressed and fell down on the bed. As I entered our bedroom my wife was laying spread eagle on the bed in soft candlelight. In seconds I was naked and moving between her thighs to suck and lick her pussy. My cock was rock hard as I moved up and began kissing my hot wife. As we kissed Jolene took my dick in her hands and slipped it into her juicy pussy. In the candlelight we fucked like crazy as Jolene asked me if I had enjoyed watching her fuck Ralph. With each description she gave of her sucking Ralph I was fucking my wife with hard strokes and giving her my cum with each stroke. Jolene for her part was having another of many orgasms for the evening as we clutched each other tightly. As my cock softened in my wife's well-fucked pussy we slipped into a very tired sleep, locked together with arms, legs and my cock. In the morning I woke with sunlight in my face and turned to find my wife's side of the bed empty. Still naked I rose from bed and started toward the kitchen where I could smell hot coffee. As I passed the guest room the door was open and I was greeted by the sight of my wife easing herself on and off of Don's hard cock. From where I was standing I could see her pussy lips gliding over our friends slippery dick as she fucked him slowly. I moved closer to the bed where I could see Don fondling my wife's breasts and gently tugging on her nipples. As I came into their view the both smiled and greeted me with a good morning. I laughed and told them it looked like they were having a good morning too. My wife blew me a kiss then turned to Don and continued sliding up and down his cock. I turned and left the two of them alone and headed toward the kitchen, knowing Don was getting a great early morning fuck session with my wife. My cock was hard from seeing my wife with our friend and visualizing in my mind the two of them cumming together. As I heard the shower start in our bedroom Don came into the kitchen, his flaccid cock hanging between his legs and a smile on his face. Our friend poured himself a cup of coffee and sat next to me at the table letting me know that my wife, Jolene was showering and would be in to join us for breakfast. I knew this was going to be a great day.... A Day at the Races I was given a double ticket for a day at the races by a happy client. Entrance badges, free lunch, free racecard, looking good for an enjoyable and classy day I thought. My wife told me she had arranged to go on a trip with her sister, as they often do, so couldn't come and suggested I offer to our friends. Our friends Neil and Debbie are the same age as us mid to late 30s and have a daughter the same age as our son and a younger son. We occasionally go out for an evening meal together or visit each other for bbq's or family celebrations. I'm a couple of inches taller than Neil at 5'10 and Debbie is slightly smaller than my 5'4 wife. What is amazing about Debbie though is her bubbly personality and great tits. She has a fairly good figure unlike my wife who has let herself go and is now grossly overweight, although they both have short dark hair and dark eyes. Debbie also has the most fantastic pair of tits I have ever seen close up, I reckon they are at least 36d and possibly 38d which for a little woman is awesome, and she often takes the opportunity to show them off with low cut t-shirts and other tops. I have noticed that I haven't been the only guy that has admired looking at the smooth fullness of them. Anyway, my offer of the tickets was quickly taken up when I called them and my wife and I called round one evening to drop them off. Neil then dropped the bombshell that it clashed with an event that he said that he would take his kids to with Debbie's father. Debbie seemed quite angry with him for not declaring this sooner and he offered to drop out of the other agreement to which she said that would be unfair on her dad. To try and make some peace my wife suggested that Debbie and I go, and there was a short silence. Neil broke the silence by saying "ok, but make sure you get me a programme for my collection." Debbie seemed to look at us all and asked "are you sure?" without really asking anyone in particular. My wife said "better than you sitting at home on your own while these are out with your dad." Neil added "ok by me." Debbie turned to me and asked "is that ok with you?" My lame reply of "yeah" hid the ecstasy I was feeling inside -- wow I am going to get to go to the races for free after all and not only that I am going with a gorgeous woman who I usually cant take my eyes off or stop fantasising about. So it was sorted. It was a hot day, my wife had gone, Debbie's husband and kids had gone, and I turned up at her house to drive her to the racecourse. I was wearing a short sleeved shirt with collar, smart dark coloured slacks and my best pair of shoes. I'd also smothered my self in my best deodorant and after shave. I think I said "wow" out loud when I saw her appear. She had a black knee length dress, the 2 shoulder straps were like shoelaces, I couldn't spot bra straps, she had black and gold heels with ankle straps, and what looked like gold fishnet nylons, and a small black shoulder bag with a gold shoulder chain. Her makeup was superb and as she got into the car she smelled fantastic too. "Wow you look fantastic," I blurted out, my eyes not knowing where to look next as I feasted on her cleavage, her face, her knees as her skirt raised up as she sat down, her practically bare shoulders and once again her cleavage. "Thank you," she giggled, as though amused by my reaction. We set off, me trying to talk normally as my mind raced through all sorts of thoughts and my cock growing into a full erection as I drove. She linked her arm through mine as we walked from the car to the entrance, a smile on my face as many admiring looks came our way to me and my lovely lady, knowing that people would think she was my wife. I tried to establish if she was braless under her dress but the material wasn't yet allowing me to identify the bulge of a nipple. We were given a racecard and shown to a table where we received our menus. As Debbie read through hers I stared at the sight before me, feeling sure I could see the line of an undergarment between her dress and her bust. We ordered and ate a lovely meal then wandered outside into the growing throng of people. Stopping near the parade ring and starting to read through the racecard. Debbie laughed at some of the names, but I took this chance to look down the front of her dress as she read through the card, diverting my eyes to hers whenever she looked up from the card. A voice in my head was repeatedly saying "look at her tits, look at her tits, oh yes look at those beautiful tits," as I listened to her comments. Below the middle of her breasts I could see what looked like black material and I looked at her back and saw what looked like a bra clasp, surmising that she had a strapless bra on. Yet the dress must have only just covered the bra cups as I could see a good expanse of bosom on display. Debbie picked a horse with the word lucky in its name which I also went with after considering a horse with the word rising in its name, thinking of my rising cock while I looked down the front of her dress. Lucky came 7th but Rising won at 20-1. Oh well. The word theme seemed to continue throughout the afternoon, Debbie's 2nd horse had the word Romance, mine Ripples (misheard as nipples initially), both finishing unplaced. In the 3rd race she selected the name of a TV gameshow and I selected Game Lad, they finished a close 4th and 5th and enabled us to link arms round each others waists and jump up and down shouting encouragement until their chance had gone. The feel of her body and sight of her jiggling breasts requiring me to buy a round of drinks to cool us down. We both selected the unplaced favourite in the next race and then the 2nd favourite of 5 runners in the next race that won after another close and exciting finish. The joy of finally getting a winner, even a fairly low priced one, was immense as we jumped up and down together shouting the horse home and then hugging each other with joy. The fact that my arms were tightly around her and her breasts were pressed against my chest was merely a co-incidence as I lifted her off her feet and kissed her cheek. Forceful Finish was my selection in the last race, conjuring all sorts of fantasies in my mind, and Debbie picked a horse with Spain in its name. They both made a forward move together and once again I took the opportunity to put my arm around her, both cheering against each other as our horses came clear of the rest. We looked at each other unsure who had won until Debbie's horse number was announced the 10/1 winner, my feigned sadness lifted as she threw herself at me, arms around my neck and breasts once again pressed against me as I grabbed her tightly into me wanting to hold her for as along as I could. I kissed her lips and after a victorious whoop from her she surprised me by reciprocating with a kiss too. Arm in arm we collected her winnings and made our way to the car, her with a big smile for having two winners and me with a big smile for a number of reasons. I suggested we call for a celebration drink on the way home and we stopped at a nice place I'd been to before in the countryside, set by a river. We sat outside in the sunshine as we drank and reflected on our day. I suggested we have a short stroll along the pleasant riverbank and Debbie agreed. As we walked along the riverbank I noted that there was an absence of the usual numbers of fishermen and was quite pleased that it was deserted. Crossing a small fence using the poorly man-made wooden steps Debbie giggled remarking "I cant get over that in these shoes." "Nonsense" I replied offering a hand from the other side. Debbie carefully negotiated the steps, one hand holding mine and the other resting on the fence to add balance. As she reached her leg over the top part my eyes must have looked like they had popped out of my head as her dress hemline raised up her leading leg and a stocking top came into view. This and the extra cleavage I could see at the time caused the start of yet another erection. Debbie laughed "I hope there aren't any more of those," and I jokingly said "they are every 100 metres or so." "I don't want to go over any more," Debbie insisted. Noticing a nice level piece of grassed area I suggested we sit down for a while rather then continue the journey over more hurdles. As Debbie sat down I caught a glimpse of stocking top at the back of both legs as she assumed a comfortable position. I made out to lose my balance slightly as I came to rest with my shoulder against hers. "This is good isn't it?, relaxing in the sun by a peaceful riverside gloating on our winnings." "It's nice to have a winner" Debbie gleefully added. "Being with you is a winning day for me" I replied, adding "I wouldn't have come if I'd have been on my own" trying to appear less obvious about my delight at being alone with her. "Well thank you for inviting me, I've enjoyed it" she replied. "So have I, its not every day you get to go to the races with a beautiful classy lady" I added. Debbie laughed. "No I mean it," I said as I slid my left arm around her bare shoulders. "We'd probably better not tell our other halves how much we've enjoyed it without them," I said. "I'm going to tell him I've had 2 winners which is more than we've ever had between us," Debbie laughed. "Well don't tell him you've had hundreds of admiring glances or he wont ever let you come again," I added. "I haven't had that many," Debbie laughed. "Yes you have, and that's just off me, not counting all the others I noticed you were getting," I bravely declared. Debbie laughed again and then added "You don't think I look tarty or too old for this outfit do you?" "I think you look fantastic," I honestly replied. "I bought it on a whim then haven't had the guts to wear it before, I'm not sure if I should tell him what I actually wore," she added almost apologetically. "Well I'll just say you had a black dress on if anyone asks, a bit like you wore last christmas," I offered. "Ok thanks," Debbie smiled. "But I'm glad you wore this outfit today you look fantastic," I added. "Thank you," Debbie smiled again. Holding her tighter I looked her in the eyes and said "I mean it, you're fantastic, I cant describe what a brilliant day its been being with you." She looked at me in silence and I lent closer to her and kissed her softly on the lips. To my delight these was no objection so I repeated the kiss and then took it longer. She smiled and said "we'd better be going." "Ahh, rather climb those fences than sit with me eh?," I asked. "Umm, well, no, but..." Debbie began to say, until my lips met hers again and we went into another kiss. I lent towards her guiding her downwards onto my arm underneath her and my right hand moving to her stomach as we lay on the grass. My hand slid to her waist, eagerly wanting to move upwards or downwards but not wanting to appear too hasty. "Isn't this better than climbing over fences?" I asked, and resuming the kiss after only allowing a brief moment for her to smile. My hand couldn't be constrained any longer and slid to her left leg feeling the smoothness of her hip and thigh before the slightly bumpy effect of her fishnet stocking. I slid my hand onto her knee, then slowly upwards, to which she gasped "Hey" only for me to seek out her lips to continue our kiss. My hand now experiencing the combined sensation of the top of her stocking and the bareness of her thigh as our breathing became more obvious as our kissing became stronger. She moved her face to the side, gasping "no, we cant do this," in a soft whisper. I kissed her again, feeling her react to me as my hand explored the bareness of her left thigh. I pressed against her, knowing that she could feel my erection against her right leg, and then she moaned and her body tightened as my hand moved onto her panties between her legs. I glanced down, seeing both golden lacy stocking tops on display for me, my fingers rubbing against the cameltoe of her brief black panties, her breasts heaving under her heavy breathing. "No, we cant do this," she gasped softly almost inaudibly. "We can darling, we're not going to tell anyone, we're not going to tell anyone how lovely you look today and how much you've turned me on." She gasped again as we resumed our kiss. I smiled at her token attempts to object, knowing she didn't want me to tell anyone how lovely and sexy she looked, realising she'd dressed for me, knowing from how she was responding to my kisses that she didn't want to stop either. She arched her back upwards and moaned as I slid my hand down the front of her panties, feeling her beautifully trimmed pussy, immediately followed by the softness of her cunt lips, and then the wetness of her cunt. She stopped kissing, her mouth open and eyes closed as she gasped while I finger fucked her. I thought, at last, my fantasies of doing something like this with her are going to be realised, my wife's friend, my friend's wife, the mother of two nice kids. As though she wondered what I was thinking, her eyes opened, and once again, in no more than a whisper in between breaths, she gasped "we've got to stop, someone might see." "No one's going to see," I said convincingly as I kissed her again. She responded as I continued rubbing her clit, my needs forcing me to take things further as I slid my hand to the left side of her panties. A firm downward pull didn't get them free of her buttocks but brought a "nnnnnggg" from her throat as I guessed she finally realised what she was expected to do next. A second pull didn't do the trick either but slipping my hand further behind her for the third tug finally got them past her buttocks and was met with another "nnnnggg" sort of squeal. I had them down to her knees now and asked "lift your knees sweetheart," to which she replied "I-I c-cant s-someone might see us." "They will if we spend half an hour talking about it, come on darling," I pressed, resuming my kiss and holding her panties down expectantly. Despite trying to tickle her legs into movement they remained still. "Come on sweetheart," I encouraged her. She gently bit her bottom lip and appeared to tremble but then closed her eyes and slowly raised her left leg. I swiftly got them off, and then off her right leg too, looking down at her lovely pussy exposed to the sunshine, her golden fishnets adding to the wonderful sight. I kissed her as I got my cock out, letting it rest against her right thigh as I pulled her straps down exposing the sexy and see through strapless bra. And then quickly pulling it down unleashing her big white shapely breasts into the sunlight, with their erect pink nipples standing on top of them like a cherry on a cake. My left elbow supported some of my weight off her while my left hand squeezed and fondled her right breast, my mouth sucking and nibbling her left nipple while my right hand felt her legs and then her wet pussy. I moved across her, feasting on the sight below me, "oh god I don't believe I'm doing this," she uttered. Nor do I, I thought to myself. The woman who's spent hours chatting with me, probably unaware how much I've enjoyed looking at her, talking with her, and thinking of fucking her. And now by chance, my wife is off somewhere with her sister, Debbie's husband and kids are somewhere with her father, and here she is, in all her finery, about to be fucked by her friends grateful husband. She gasped aloud as I made my entrance, and then again as I pushed right into her. She felt lovely and tight despite being a well fucked mother of two children. With the feeling of her stockings against me, her bare thighs open with me between them, and the feeling of her full tits, I just knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for very long. The harder and faster I fucked her the more she thrust her pelvis towards me and we were both moaning aloud. I hoped no one was quietly sailing by, what a sight it would be, a white arse pumping away between the two outstretched little but shapely golden stocking clad legs, smooth white shoulders laid against the green grass and two large white breasts with pink nipples bouncing to the hard fucking she was receiving. I couldn't hold out any longer, she knew Id had the snip but I asked where she wanted me to come. She didn't answer so I thought I'd ask another question, "do you want me to come on your fantastic tits or shall I fuck you?" I had a good idea she wouldn't want her face chest or dress to be splattered and awaited her response. "Which do you want me to do," I urged. "Oh, oh god, ohh, fuck me, fuck me" she replied. I didn't need telling twice as I rammed into her and unloaded everything I had. As we paused to catch our breath I whispered "there you go madam, I've fucked you as requested." A Day at the Races I don't know why he convinced me to come to the racetrack with him, but I was feeling generous and decided that watching all those horse muscles and sweat could be interesting for a change. Matt and I had been together for about three months. Before him was a string of lovers that kept me amused and satisfied after my husband divorced me. I was enjoying all of the attention I could receive of the male kind. The sun was shining, and we paid the extra money, well Matt paid, since he had the privilege of my company, to sit in the reserved seats. He sat next to me and started to explain how the racing and betting worked. All of those odds and statistics went in one ear and out the other as I had decided that I would choose based on the cutest name. I glanced around and studied the people around me. The races brought out all sorts of interesting characters. From decent wealthy people to poor trash that tried to never give up hope that their 99-1 horse would payout. Matt was a former college athlete. Rugged and dumb, he was great eye candy for me and had a few dollars to spend on me as well, so I took him and rode him for all he was worth. We had fun but I had made it clear that I was in control of the relationship from the very beginning. He was here to service me and please me, and if he was a good boy, I would reward him. This attitude kept him on his toes as I'm sure he had never experienced the frustration of not getting what he wanted immediately before. I of course had dressed up for the occasion; I called it my conservative slut outfit. The dress was a nice cut, but with just a little deeper cut in the dress, and the hem was a few inches higher than what was decent. It gave me the secret weapon of not sticking out in the crowd as a hooker, but upon closer inspection, I gave the illusion of showing off more than the other girls did. It worked well, as I was able to attract many flies with my honey. Matt was becoming a bit of a bore anyways, so you can never tell when you might meet the next one. I would have to keep my eyes open today! "Nora? Shall we go bet?" Matt asked me. I shrugged. So far this day was looking to be a wash out. I had seen no cute unattached men. We got up and waiting in line at the ticket counter to place our bets. Matt paid for my bets and when we returned to our seats, the box next to ours had been filled. Sitting down I glanced over at the couple. The woman was pretty, no stunner, but she was well dressed in a conservative fashion, while her partner was hunched over reaching for something below them, probably a bag. He promptly rose back up with a pair of binoculars. He made some comment to her that I couldn't quite make out, and then they both laughed. My blood froze and my chest tightened as I recognized the laugh. "Hello, Jeffrey," I said to him. My ex-husband turned around and was stunned to see me. For a moment we didn't speak as both our partners looked in confusion. I was first to regain my composure as I turned to my man hunk Matt. "Matty, dear, this is Jeffrey, my ex-husband." Matt looked him over, trying to determine if he was a sexual threat then nodded his head with a grunt. "Nora," Jeffrey said. "I didn't realize you liked the races." I turned to face him fully, to show him what he had given up. My low cut dress just barely containing my breasts. Motioning to the muscle that sat next to me I said, "Matt has been trying to get me out here for a while. I finally gave in." Jeffrey nodded. "I'm surprised, Nora. You're not one to give in..." I was determined not to get into it here. "Listen Jeffrey, don't be like that. All the other boxes seem to be filled up, so let's just be friendly and enjoy the races shall we?" Jeffrey's woman placed her hand on his, perhaps to shock him out of his trance. "Honey? Aren't you going to introduce me?" Jeffrey's hard face softened. It seemed that he was going to try to be pleasant. "Sorry. Nora, this is Ashley. Ashley, this is Nora, my ex-wife." "Present wife, here," she added as she shook my hand. There was a bite to the grip from her, but her face was all smiles. Jeffrey remarried? Why didn't I know this? A cheer erupted from the crowd as the first race started. Matt had already ignored our interaction and was on his feet watching the race. Jeffrey tore his focus off me and decided to do the same. Ashley however continued to stare at me until I decided to watch the horses as well. Jeffrey remarried. Wow! -------- "You're doing what?" Jeffrey asked in disbelief. He had come home on time from work to be confronted by me all made up and dressed for a night out. "Jeffrey, I told you already, I'm going out with Stan tonight," I did my final touch ups in the hall mirror, grabbed my purse and headed out. "Nora, you can't do this! What about us?" he cried out. There was more but I had closed the door and headed to my car. This was the first time I had told him that I was going out on a date. Truth be told, I had already dated other men within the last couple of months. Now it was time to escalate my plan. By letting Jeffrey know that he wasn't my only man, I would be able to knock him down to the point of getting what I wanted. Stan and the others were a means to an end. I came back late that night, 2:30 am, to be greeted by Jeffrey who had waited up and looked like hell. He had been crying and when I came in, he looked up from the couch with accusing and questioning eyes. He was in pain. I had hurt him and my body tingled with excitement knowing that. ------- "Honey, can you place my bet this time, I want to sit a bit," Ashley told Jeffrey. He rose and headed for the betting windows while Matt did the same. They veered in opposite directions so as not to have to speak with each other. This left Ashley alone with me. She still stared at me. I smiled. "Our Jeffrey, looks well," I chirped. Ashley's mouth smiled, the rest of her face was hard. "Jeff is doing well." "So how long have the two of you been married?" I asked. "Just a few months," she said. Somehow, that made me feel better. He wasn't entrenched yet. "I hope you are taking care of our Jeffrey," I asked. Ashley's face grew stern. She learned over the railing. She was smaller than I, shorter. "Look, let's get something straight here. He is MY Jeff, not OURS, and as far as my taking care of him, you have that all wrong, HE takes care of ME, which is more than I can say for you." I chuckled letting her anger bounce off me, but a part of me felt that blow. ------- "Nora, what have I done to you that would make you do these evil things to me?" he pleaded with me. I had refused to stop going on dates. He had asked me, no begged me to go to counseling with him, to try and right what he perceived as a marriage going wrong. "Jeffrey, these aren't evil things I'm doing. They are perfectly normal. In nature the fittest male always takes the woman. You, my dear, I love you, but there are far fitter men out there which you just can't compete with." Jeffrey's mouth dropped. "What, what about our love? Surely that means something to you?" I just smiled, humoring my little man. "You must know I cannot stand for this," he said. I sighed. "Jeffrey, what are you going to do? Lock me away? Hit me? Beat up my boyfriends? Divorce me? I'll take everything from you. My MEN are larger, tougher, stronger and meaner than you. You can do nothing." Jeffrey took a good long look at me. He was trying to recognize me, his competition, wondering what weaknesses I had. I had covered everything. He was trapped. I loved him, really I did, but the feeling of having him helpless, of having him trapped and willing to do anything I desired, seemed to override everything else. The power I had over him was intoxicating. I had to end this discussion; my date would not wait long for me if I was late. I kissed him on the forehead, funny how I couldn't remember the last time we had kissed on the lips, before leaving to meet Frank. -------- Jeffrey came back before Matt, and Ashley acted like nothing had happened between the two of us. I wasn't worried. Even if it came to blows, Ashley would have fared far worse than I. No one messes with me. Ashley took another tactic and turned to him. "Jeff, my darling, could you explain the way the betting works?" Jeffrey started to explain all the different ways of betting while she stared intently into his eyes, focused on every detail. Poor girl. She was ever so desperate to show her love to him. Matt plunked down in his seat and bumped me. I gave him a sharp look and worried whether his sharp elbow might have put a bruise on my soft pale skin. "Matt, where's my bet?" I asked. "Didn't know you wanted to bet, babe," he replied. I fumed for a moment then stood up and made him follow me out to the betting window. --------- "Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry," Jeffrey said as he had placed the tray with the hot chicken soup on the side table. He grabbed the towel and wiped away the hot fluid that had spilled in my lap. "God damnit!" I yelled as he cleaned the spill. We had only been going out for three weeks when I had come down with this annoying cold. Jeffrey had come over and made me chicken soup to feed my cold and to try to take care of me. Honestly I just wanted to sleep and be left alone in my misery, but he had insisted. Now I knew that it was a mistake to let him come over. After calling him a few names, he just smiled and finished cleaning me up, then went back to feeding me the soup. It tasted good and felt good going down. He just sat with me and soon my spirits rose as he started telling me some funny stories. I remember looking at him and realizing that he was seeing the worst of me right now. The worst of me, and he wasn't running away. He had a charming smile and at that moment, I knew that here was a man that would be there for me, for better or worse. --------- "There, happy now?" Matt asked as we walked away from the window, my betting slips in hand. He was anxious to make it back to our seats before the race started and he took my hand and nearly dragged me back. My shoes, the heels so high, were not meant to walk quickly in, and I yelled at Matt to slow down several times until my one foot turned and I toppled over. I sharp twinge in my ankle told me that I had injured it. Exasperated, Matt came back and helped me up and while I tested my ankle, the race had started. Matt focused on the television monitor, while I surmised that I had just twisted my ankle. Nothing to do, but to keep weight off it, I thought. The race finished and Matt tore his slip in disgust, he hadn't won anything yet. "Matt, help me back to our seats, I can't walk." Matt shrugged and helped my back to our seats. Jeffrey noticed immediately and stood up. "What happened?" he asked me. Matt helped me sit and then excused himself in search of something to drink. I felt foolish. "Just turned an ankle," I said. "In those shoes, I'm not surprised," Ashley snorted. Jeffrey ignored the comment. "Best to take that shoe off before the swelling occurs," he said. He looked around for Matt. "I don't suppose he went off for some ice for you?" I shook my head. "No, I don't think Matt is the type to do something like that." Jeffrey turned to exchange a look with Ashley and she nodded something. "Let me go get you some ice. Keep your foot raised and I'll be back in a minute." He took off, leaving me there again with Ashley. Somehow this time, I didn't feel superior to her. ------- "No, Jeffrey! If you want it, you have to do this first." I laid back in the bed, my legs spread. My pussy red and swollen. Slowly seeping out of it was anther man's cum. After getting fucked, I had pulled my panties back on and driven home to confront Jeffrey. It had been three months since I allowed him sex. Meanwhile four times a week I was getting as much as I could ever want from my dates. Every man has a breaking point and Jeffrey's was fast approaching. I don't remember when I first latched onto the cuckold fantasy, but the thought of it turned me on something fierce. Ever since then, I had tried to lead a kicking and screaming husband down that path. I had managed to seal all exits and escape routes from him, threatening divorce and ruin, yet he still had resisted. The look of lust this evening before I left as I got dressed in front of him made me wet. I put on my lingerie that I had purchased for the night, black lace top and bottom and garters and stockings, teasing him as I told him what I was going to do that evening and that if he was horny, and a good boy, I would have a surprise for him afterwards. The begging had disappeared a few weeks ago. He realized that I would not hear him. He remained chaste and sullen. He tried to show his pride, but at every turn I presented him with teases that would be followed through if he only got with the program. "Clean me out," I told him. "Suck the cum of another man out of your wife's pussy, and then I will give you what all those other men have had." He sat at the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on my well used cunt. He was in a trance, mesmerized by my body, by my pussy, by my scent. He had been denied for so long. I could see him breaking in front of me. I touched my red pussy, moaned and fluttered my eyes at him. "Clean me out cucky, so that you can get some loving as well!" Jeffrey slowly motioned towards me. I smiled. He was mine! He checked himself, blinked and the trance was gone. A tear rolled down his cheek. He pulled himself up to his feet and ran out of the bedroom to the guest room where he now slept. I had banished him there two months ago. ------- The bag of ice helped with the swelling. Jeffrey had been quick to return with it and expertly placed it over my ankle. I kept it up by placing my foot on the rail in front of me. We were silent as the parade of horses for the next race pranced in front of us. Matt was nowhere to be seen. "Jeff, let me go do the bets this time." Ashley said as she rose. She stopped for a moment then turned to me. "Would you like me to place a bet for you?" she asked me. I smiled and fished out twenty dollars. "Number 4 horse, across the board please." Ashley took the money and left, leaving Jeffrey and myself alone. "That was nice of you, to get me ice," I said. "You're welcome, Nora," he told me. "Look Jeffrey, why didn't you tell me you were getting married?" He looked at me like I had three heads. "Why would I tell you? What possible benefit would that be for me?" My smile faded. "Jeffrey, I'm sorry things didn't work out between us." "That's a funny way of putting it, Nora," he countered. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Nora there never was an us, only you. It was always what you wanted, not us. There was nothing to work out between us." "Jeffrey, come now," I started. "No Nora," he interrupted. "You never once gave in on anything, you always expected me to let you do whatever you wanted. Most of the times it was petty things, they didn't really matter as I loved you and figured that if it made you happy then I was happy for you. But Nora, you pushed me too far." "Jeffrey," I tried to stop him, but he continued. "I blamed myself for the failure, Nora. For the longest of times, I tried to figure out what I did wrong. How could you have lost all respect for me to cuckold me. I was right you, know, I think from the very beginning, you always thought that you were better than me. I think it started when you were sick and I came over to take care of you." "Jeffrey! That was when I fell in love with you!" Jeffrey looked into my eyes. His bored into mine. "No, Nora, that's when you knew that I would do anything for you. That wasn't love, that was greed. You had to have me, because you knew that I would always love you no matter what. I was your safety blanket, the safe man to come home to." I was just about to respond when Matt dropped himself back into his chair. What damn timing! He smelled of alcohol. I noticed that he didn't once ask how my ankle was feeling, nor had he brought anything back for me. Ashley returned and handed me my betting slip. The race started and the crowd roared with encouragement as everyone yelled for their horse to pull away and win. --------- "It's not working, Jason. No matter how much I tease, threaten and coerce, Jeffrey will not break." I was spooning with Jason. His slick strong naked body rubbed up behind me as his seed slowly dripped out of me. He was the latest in a sting of men that had attempted to help my cuckold my husband. The cuckolding part was easy, but getting Jeffrey to accept it and to know his place had been frustrating. "Bah, that wimp has already accepted it, you're here in my bed, aren't you?" "No Jason, I'm here because I've given Jeffrey no other options. If he threatens me I call the police. He leaves me, I divorce him and take his business. He is no wimp." I was getting irritated. "In fact, his cock is bigger than yours," I said. Jason got up and stared at me. "If his cock is so much better than mine, then why the fuck are you here?" This was a question I had been asking myself for some time now. Why was I here, and not with my husband? "I've got to get him to accept that I'm better than him. He has to know that..." What did he have to know? That he couldn't please me? That was untrue, sex with my husband used to be good, it used to be very good. There was not much of a difference between passionate sex with my husband compared with the studs I fucked. The excitement of going behind his back made the sex seem better, but after it was all out in the open, the anxiety and adrenaline of doing something forbidden and taboo, had disappeared and made the sex with these studs seem ordinary. Was I too deeply entrenched? All my life I never gave in. Daddy had called me stubborn many times. Maybe he was right. Jason was getting dressed, his silent cue to tell me that I should leave. My services apparently were no longer needed. Since when was I doing the servicing? These men were here for my entertainment. Then I realized that not once had any of these men come over to my home, to my bed. I was always coming to them. In that subtle way I realized that I was servicing them. I thought I was taking from them, but now I felt the harsh reality that it was the other way round. Who had been using who? I dressed. My mind working quickly. "That man of yours is never going to give in," Jason told me. I think he said it out of spite, the remark about his penis size seemed to have hurt him. I realized that Jason was indeed right. Jeffrey was never going to accept this. I tried to picture him and realized that I couldn't. His face was a blur. What color were his eyes? I must know that? Why don't I know the answer to that? I finished getting dressed and drove home. ------- "Yes! I won! I won!" I screamed. I waved my hands and almost jumped up out of my seat except for the ice pack and the throbbing of my ankle reminded me to stay put. My horse had won! At 12-1 odds I was looking at a huge payout! Matt cursed and tore his tickets up. He glared at me, unable to share my happiness and good luck. I turned to Jeffrey and Ashley and they both smiled and congratulated me. I made a quick choice and asked Jeffrey to cash my ticket in. I knew not to trust Matt with my winnings. Matt and I traded no words. I could tell that he was getting drunk. He muttered a few curses under his breath and proceeded to ignore me and study the racing form. Ashley and I made small talk. She asked if my ankle was feeling any better. I told her it was. She was turning out to be a nice person. Meanwhile Matt went off in search of more drink. A Day at the Races "He seems to be drinking a lot," Ashley commented. "I don't know him very well, but yes, he does seem to be taking the races a bit hard." Ashley paused for a moment in thought. Then she moved closer to me. "Listen Nora, I know things between Jeffrey and you are tense, but the way Matt is drinking and acting, well, I would like to offer you a ride home with us, if you would like, just to be on the safe side." I was taken aback from this offer. I thought about how Matt was acting, and I was getting a little worried with his behavior. "Ashley, that's very generous of you, but I don't know how Jeffrey or Matt for that matter would take it." Ashley grabbed my hand. "Just think about it, we both know Jeffrey would be fine with it. You don't have to worry about Matt. If he gets better and sobers up before the end of the races, then fine, if not, just know that we can take you home." I smiled. "Thank you, Ashley. Let's just see how things go." ------- "Jeffrey?" I knocked on the guest room door. The ride from Jason's house had taken me thirty minutes. During that time I thought about my husband, about me, about what I had done. There was no answer. I knocked again. "Jeffrey, please open up." I heard some movement and the door opened. "What is it, Nora? Come to gloat about another lover?" His words shocked me. Not because of what he said, but in how he said it. There was no emotion in them. The pain, the hope, the anger, the fear, all of those emotions had disappeared from him. It was at that moment that I feared for our relationship. From him I heard nothing but the words of a stranger. "Can we talk?" I asked. He shrugged. "It's late Nora. Maybe we should wait until the morning, after you have cleaned up." In the morning we sat down at the table to eat breakfast. It was the first time we ate together in months. I looked into his eyes. Blue! They were blue eyes. "I don't think things are working out, Jeffrey," I opened. Jeffrey drank his coffee, waiting for me to continue. "I had this fantasy, of you eating me out after another man came in me. To accept that I was your Master, and that you would be my cuckold slave, at my beck and call, powerless to stop me." "Well you pretty much succeeded, Nora," he said. "I can't stop you from fucking whatever you want to fuck, but I'll be damned if I will accept it, or eat you out." I took a drink of my coffee and swallowed. "I'm realizing that now," I said. "Look Jeffrey, I want to say that I might have been wrong about you. My fantasy overrode my reasoning and, well, I just couldn't give it up. You know how stubborn I get." That didn't come out right, I thought to myself. "Might have been wrong?" He glowered. "How stubborn you get? You are right you are a stubborn bitch. I begged you, pleaded with you, tried to give you the room to work things out, but you had to push me, Nora. You had to take everything away from me, my hopes, my dreams, and my love. You destroyed everything, and never gave me a chance. Every choice I had was taken from me, by your scheming and threats. I couldn't knock any sense into you, because you made it clear that you would charge me with assault and let me rot in prison. You not only threatened divorce if I left you, but you promised you would ruin me, my name, my business and my finances, leaving me with nothing. You forced me to accept that you had become a slut for other men while ignoring your husband, the man who loved you with all his heart. Then you tried to force your lifestyle literally down my throat by trying to get me to eat your creampies. How much of a man do you think I am? Where's the love, honor, respect for me? What did I ever do that was so wrong that you abandoned me for strange cock?" He stood up. I felt tears roll done my face. "I thought our sex and love making was special. You never once mentioned that I couldn't please you. So imagine the shock I have when I come home one day to find you all slutted up for someone else." "Jeffrey, you're right. I was wrong." He stared at me. I guess he was waiting for more. I had no other words. What was it he wanted me to say? "Your experiment failed, Nora. I have no idea why you latched onto that fantasy, but it cost you me. You still don't get it. You still can't see what you've done. You still can't find the words I need to hear." He sighed and started to leave the kitchen, his unfinished coffee still on the table. "Let me go, Nora, set me free. If there is an ounce of decency still in you, please, I beg you, set me free and let me get on with my life. Why do I need to continue to pay for something not of my making?" He walked out the door. I stared at his cup of coffee. I set him free. We split our assets in the divorce. He kept his business. I never dragged his name through the mud, but a part of me resented him. How could he abandon me like that without even trying. What happened to "till death do us part"? --------- Matt had been gone since the sixth race. It was now two hours later and the ninth and final race was starting. Ashley had switched seats with Jeffrey and was now sitting next to me. Jeffrey had been happy to see us getting along while he tried to concentrate on the races. I looked around for Matt and made my decision. "Ashley, if the offer still stands, I would like to take you up on your offer." Ashley smiled and nodded. She turned to Jeffrey and whispered in his ear. It took Jeffrey a moment to realize what she was saying. He looked at her for a moment, searching her face for meaning. Then he looked at me, and nodded. "Nora, I think it would be best that we take you home." My heart skipped a beat. Now why would it do that? "Thank you, Jeffrey, and thank you Ashley." The final race started and finished, with none of us winning. Oh well, the weather had been pleasant, the company, had been interesting and Jeffrey had returned my winnings from the horse I had won. We got up and started to head out when Matt came back. He was drunk. "Come on babe, let's roll." He grabbed my hand and tried to pull me up the stairs. "Hey!" I told him. "I'm not going home with you. Where the hell have you been?" Matt lolled where he stood. "I was at the bar. The day was a fucking waste, didn't win one single race." He tried to grab my hand again. I yanked my hand away. "You're drunk," I said. "Damn right," he said as he reached out and tried to grab my body. "Matt! I said no! Take your hands off me!" "Let's go! You're my date, you do what I say!" He was getting annoyed. Jeffrey climbed over the rail and stood between us. Others were gathering around curious. "I think the lady told you no," he told Matt. "Oh! So the cuckold husband thinks he's grown some balls!" Matt reached out and pushed his finger into Jeffrey's chest. "Matt! Stop it!" I screamed. "Matt, you've had too much to drink," Jeffrey said. Ashley looked around trying to find a security guard to flag down. "Don't think I don't know your story. Your slut wife running around on you and you just let her. Go back to being a pussy. Now move over so I can take my slut home and get me some," he pushed Jeffrey back. Jeffrey staggered and bumped into me, knocking me down. "Back the fuck off!" Jeffrey raised his voice as he stood face to face with Matt. Matt was nearly twice his size. Matt smiled and quick as lightning threw a wicked punch to Jeffrey's face. With no time to react, the punch connected and Jeffrey's head snapped back. Ashley screamed and jumped over the railing and started punching Matt. The other people watching jumped forward and pulled Matt away from us. Matt pushed his arm out and hit Ashley who staggered back and toppled over the chairs. Just then two security guards came in and broke up the scene. I had crouched down to check on Jeffrey, who was coming to his senses. "Are you alright?" I asked. He blinked and focused on me. A sadness fell over his face as he recognized me. "You always knew how to pick them, Nora," he said. My face fell at that remark and my cheeks burned with shame. He picked himself up and saw Ashley on the ground. He dropped down to her and forgetting me, he tried to comfort her. Matt was screaming and yelling and it took the two guards a few minutes to get the story out of everyone, after they had cuffed Matt. Jeffrey gave them his information and said we would wait for the police to arrive. He was going to press charges on Matt. Matt tried to jump him again, with his hands cuffed behind his back upon hearing this. "You little pussy! Fuck you! I'll kill you!" Jeffrey turned to the security guards. "You both heard that? You're witnesses to his threat on my life?" The guards sadly nodded. They were used to squabbles. In a place where money and betting and liquor changed hands, this was an all too familiar setting for them. Ashley was up and alert. She was pretty keyed up from the events and Jeffrey had to calm her down. A dark bruise was growing on his left cheek, the evidence of Matt's belligerence becoming more apparent by the minute. I looked at the couple, the married couple, and then at Matt. This is what I had given my husband up for? A brute that treats me like a whore, thinks he owns me and ignores me until he's ready to fuck me? Matt, I realized was just like the other "men" I had taken with in sharp contrast to Jeffrey who had stood up to Matt, a man twice his size, for me. Seeing Ashley and Jeffrey together, tending to each other's wounds, I realized that the two of them were equals, both supporting and protecting each other. At first Ashley seemed jealous of me, but as the day wore on, she seemed genuinely concerned for me. After the police arrived and took our statements, Matt was taken away and we were free to leave. Jeffrey asked for a wheelchair for me, he told them that I had injured my ankle in the scuffle, and they wheeled me out to his car. The ride to my apartment was sober and quiet. We all were deep in thought. I thought about the morning in the kitchen, that was the last time we had spoken to each other. Jeffrey helped me limp into my apartment, while Ashley prepared an icepack in the kitchen. He helped me into bed, checking to see if there was anything else I needed. "Jeffrey," I said. Ashley was still in the kitchen. We were alone. "That morning in the kitchen, when I told you I was wrong." Jeffrey frowned. "Yes?" "You told me that I still couldn't find the words that you needed to hear. I didn't know what you meant back then." He stiffened and looked past my bedroom door, wondering if Ashley had come in. "I know what it was that you needed to hear, Jeffrey. I'm sorry. I loved you. I'm so sorry." I told him. Tears worked their way out of my eyes. Jeffrey choked back his own tears. "Nora, if only you could have said those words back then. I don't know if we would have stayed together, but even after all you had done, I was looking for something, anything, some shred of hope and decency from you, to try to save us." Ashley, had appeared at the door, but froze and listened as Jeffrey had his back turned to her and didn't realize that she had listening. "But it's too late, Nora. The damage has been done and you squandered my love away. I found that someone else was willing to take my love, to cherish it and to find value with it. Nora, it's not too late to change. These men of yours are no good for you. Find someone who treats you right, maybe you can find some love within you to treat them right as well." Jeffrey released my hand. I hadn't realized he was holding it until now. My hand now felt empty. He stood and noticed Ashley had been watching us. She smiled. He smiled back. She came over and placed the ice on my ankle. "Goodbye, Nora," Jeffrey said. He had to leave the room. "Goodbye, Jeffrey," I called back. Ashley finished adjusting my ankle and the ice pack. "You take good care of our Jeffrey," I told her. Ashley smiled. "I will, Nora. I will." She stood and headed out. She stopped at the door and turned to me. "You take care of yourself. Take Jeffrey's advise and find someone special." She turned and left. "I did once," I muttered to myself. "But then I went and ruined it." A Day at the Races Jon had to get out. The endless traffic streaming past the flat was driving him mad. A day at the trots would fix him, a few photos for the grandkids in Australia and a few beers and bets for himself. Wary of drinking and driving, he decided to walk the five kilometers to the track since it was a fine sunny day and he hoped to catch the last five races. As Jon walked down Racecourse Road he could see smoke on the left billowing over some high macrocarpara hedges. He stopped to look, then a cyclist pulled up alongside him and said, "This looks like a bushfire of some sort mate, do you think we should call in at that house and alert the fire brigade?" Jon cupped a hand to his ear and they both smiled and nodded at the sound of sirens wailing in the distance. He hurried on down to the long driveway to the racecourse and jogged as fast as he could towards the stands in the distance. He rummaged in his bag for the camera when two fire engines passed by at full speed. There was a very strong north-westerly wind blowing, typical of the time and place in the region, and thick smoke was blowing away from the grandstands into the countryside. There were two large paddocks with horses temporarily housed in makeshift holding pens formed by electric fencing wire and stakes. As their races became closer the horses were moved into the stables on the course to be prepared for their events. These paddocks were hemmed in by the blazing hedges The horses were terrified, leaping up in the air, kicking their legs out, trying to break free. They were standing on their hind legs, pawing at their restraints, desperate to escape. Through the telephoto lens Jon could see the fear in their eyes. After taking a few spectacular shots he hurried on and saw a group of cars with the occupants watching firemen running out hoses from their tenders and spraying water over a burning hedge. Flames were leaping high and flaming embers had already set fire to the other matrocarpara about 100 metres distant across the paddock and on to yet another in the far distance. Through the smoke were flashing images of red lights, clouds of steam, men heaving on hoses and ghostly outlines of horse attendants scurrying to lead the horses away from the nightmare. Jon made his way into the racecourse and found the hedge behind the main grandstand well alight and flames spreading to a building which housed horses' tack, sewing machines, jockeys and drivers' silks and 100 years of racing memorabilia. Before his eyes this building was gutted despite the valiant attempts of the firemen. As two of them looked to be containing the blaze with a hose plugged directly into the mains, the water pressure suddenly dropped. Two drunken youths annoyed at the turn of events and lack of racing had undone a locking pin at a hose joint and kicked it apart, causing a massive puddle to form on the lawn. Jon watched in disbelief as one of the larrikins held the dripping hose end to his middle and shouted "How's this for size?" before being knocked off his feet by a huge infuriated fireman to the cheers of onlookers . The commentator advised that the fires were under control and after a bit of cleaning up the meeting would resume in an hour or so. Jon headed for the Members Bar. He put his camera bag up on a table and sipped on a cold beer. His camera was still around his neck. He looked around and had to blink hard when he saw a tall blonde lady heading his way. "Excuse me, but are you an official photographer" she asked. "Well, I can be if you want -- what do you need?" he stammered. "Only a picture of old Emma's Loch when she wins the next -- if it ever starts!" she giggled. "No worries, have a seat" offered Jon. "Pauline", she said proffering a dainty hand. "Jon" he smiled as he took it. She owned Emma's Loch and was up from the City for the day to see her run. They hit it off. She was slightly older than him, very well dressed and well made up. He fancied her. They were mellow when racing resumed and Emma's Loch did not disgrace herself, finishing third. Jon got the photos and an offer to join Pauline for a picnic at Akaroa the following day. This beautiful harbour resort with its historical French flavour was one of his favourite places and he keenly accepted the invitation. She disappeared at that point and he continued to enjoy the races. He snapped OK Rocket crossing the line just a nose in front in a four way finish, as the drivers heaved and teased the best out of their charges, whips cracking furiously. He got a lovely shot of the winning driver saluting the judge with the horse flicking it's mane in unison! The photo would not capture the catcalls and boos from the crowd since OK Rocket had no recent form whatever. Jon had no such concerns as he collected $170 for his $20 investment! The meeting was well back on track and the talk was that a charcoal barbecue had fallen over and caused the fires. Jon got back in action and wandered round the stables where he got a few nice head shots of the horses and a few more with the drivers, resplendent in their silks and white trousers. He headed home exhilarated by the way the day had unfolded with the promise of more to come the following day. After the usual leisurely Sunday breakfast Jon spruced up and packed two bottles of wine in a cooler before setting off for Hoon Hay. It was partly cloudy when he left Rangiora but the sky became progressively darker as he approached Christchurch When he rang the bell at Pauline's a few spots of rain were already spattering onto her doorstep. "Come in" she gushed, "Nice to see you again. -- what have you done to the weather?" "It wasn't that bad when I left the sticks!" he laughed, 'Let's hope it clears up!" But it didn't and the rain got steadily heavier. Pauline looked stunning in a green pantsuit. She was heavily made up with deep plum coloured lips framing her perfect white teeth. She had on a pair of blue high heels and Jon was wondering whether a picnic was ever on the agenda. As Pauline made a coffee she said "Jon, I want to make it clear that I never sleep with a man on a first date." "Oh! That's fine by me Pauline, neither do I!" he replied She glanced slyly at him with a hint of a smile. They sat on the couch sipping their drinks, watching the ducks waddling up from the creek at the bottom of the garden, pecking the sodden lawn and splashing in the newly formed pools. They talked about this and that. She had been widowed twice and was comfortably off. He had been married for 30 years and was separated from his wife. Jon massaged her legs when she spun and laid them across his lap. She wore black sheer stockings and he fondled the shoes and her legs. "I've got a foot fetish Pauline - I just love extra high heels" Jon said. "That makes two of us" she replied, "I just don't feel dressed without them., I'll give you a look at a few pairs after lunch if you are a good boy - because I've got lots of nice bits and pieces through there!" "Oh! Yes please, I'll be a really good boy if you'll let me!" he said, his breath quickening. The picnic lunch from her hamper and the two bottles of wine were enjoyed slowly then Pauline went off to get ready. The first outfit was a severe black business suit with a mini skirt and four inch heels. Jon's eyes nearly popped out at the sight and he grovelled at her feet. "You naughty boy." she said teasingly, sliding her hands down the outside of her thighs and pouting at him. She paraded around to the music, turning here and there to smile at Jon, and then went to change. She returned ten minutes later with a long black wig, black lipstick, a white lace trimmed blouse and black leggings tucked into long thigh high patent leather boots with five inch heels. In her hand was a riding crop. "On your knees Jon, I think you have been a very naughty boy after all!" she laughed. He touched her boots as he bent over and she playfully stroked him a few times. She strutted around smacking her boots. "My goodness Pauline, you are sensational" said Jon. "Come in to the bedroom in fifteen minutes if you're up for it!" she said, as she breezed out, -"Freshen up in the spare room." Naked, he nervously tiptoed into the dimly lit master bedroom. Pauline was standing in a pair of red 6 inch sling back shoes, her hair piled high on her head and she had on a very short light blue baby doll top , which left nothing to the imagination. "I see you are up for it big boy" whispered Pauline as she reached out her arms to him. They kissed for a few minutes, fondling each other then he was astride her on the bed. "You are beautiful" Jon whispered in her ear. "You know when to say the right things" she whispered back, nuzzling his ear. "C'mon let's try it in front of the mirror!" Reluctantly he halted proceedings and they made their way to the dresser. She put her hands on the top drawer handles bending over to look at herself. He gaped when he saw her long legs in the high heels. His heart raced as he put his arms on her hips. Just then the telephone on the dresser rang. "It's my daughter," said Pauline. "She rings every night at this time to see if I'm OK." "Hi Darling! Oh nothing much. It's been raining cats and dogs all day"... "I was going to Akaroa with some racing people but the weather put paid to that"... "I've been in bed all afternoon reading a book and I'm just going to have tea, watch Sunday Theatre and go to bed".. "No, I won't forget you are bringing the girls tomorrow for a few days"... "Ok Darling, see you then." Jon was sitting on the bed. "Sorry about that Chief," grinned Pauline - "I see you're not quite up for it anymore!" "Want a bet?" Jon whooped, as he dived towards her. It was very fast and furious. She covered him in edible oil and massaged, stroked and licked him all over. . "Oh Mummy." was all John could say as she spread-eagled him and tied him with silk scarves to the wrought iron bed ends. She straddled his hips and he looked up to see her huge breasts swaying tantalizingly above him. Pauline looked down running her tongue over her glossy lips. "I must be in heaven," said Jon, breathlessly. "Where did you get these beauties?" "They're all yours big boy!" she teased, knowing that he was trapped. "Oh baby," she whispered, "I'm coming!" She wrapped her arms around her head, wild with passion. Her breath shortened, getting higher in pitch with every forced whimper. She stopped moving and looked down at Jon. "Can I escape now?" he said - "I have a bit of serious business to attend to!" When his bonds were free he covered her back with oil, then grasping her hips he entered her. He traced a gentle figure eight on her back, over her shoulders down over her hips and around her buttocks. She was very quiet, shivering with pleasure as his hands soothed her. Then, neither of them moved. She could feel him getting bigger and bigger inside her. She shuddered, bracing herself and waiting with expectation for the exhilarating explosion that was coming. Jon suddenly arched his back and he breathed deeply as he bucked and released every drop of pent up tension and emotion. He burst out laughing as he did at such a moment. "God! That was fantastic," she said. "Thank goodness I never have sex on a first date! I hate to think what might have happened if I did!" He roared with laughter as he cuddled her. "That was absolutely brilliant," he said, squeezing her breasts fondly. "You are one heck of a woman!" "No no!" she replied "You were brilliant sir!" After a hot shower and a coffee she sent him packing before dawn - hoping to get some sleep before her rowdy grandchildren arrived. They promised to do it again when Emma's Loch raced at Timaru in a couple of week's time. A Day At The Races They really did it in style. Wealthy friends invited them to join their party in a grandstand box at the Goodwood April meeting, one of the smartest occasions in the British social calendar. Lady Josephine looked stunning, wearing a white linen jacket over a bronze silk dress and a broad-brimmed white Ascot hat with a wide crimson ribbon. No-one would have guessed that the smartly turned out gent accompanying her was in fact her slave, subject to her imperious whim, should she choose to exercise it. His Mistress turned a few heads as she went to examine the runners and riders for the next race in the parade ring. "I'm making a little side-bet," she murmured to her slave, "I'm putting ten on number eleven at ten to one." "Ten pounds, number eleven to win?" enquired her companion. "No, no. Not ten pounds. This is my bet: if it wins you get a hundred licks of what you love to lick. If it loses, you get ten strokes of my lovely new riding crop!" "Certainly, Mistress," replied her slave. Between races the slave would run down to the bookies' stalls to make bets and collect any winnings, while his Mistress enjoyed the food, the champagne and the company in the private box. Their host, the rather debauched-looking but attractive Lord Lansdowne, was paying her a lot of attention and she enjoyed the flattery that he was lavishing upon her. Shortly before the last race Josephine found the opportunity for a quiet word with her slave: "Lord Lansdowne has invited us to a party at his house after the races. He has offered me a lift in his helicopter. You'll need to follow on with the car. Here is the postcode you have to find." With one of her wicked smiles she handed him an old betting slip, on which she had written the crucial set of letters and numbers. An hour later her chauffeur was in what looked like an endless queue of cars trying to get out of Goodwood, when he heard the roar of a helicopter overhead and wondered if it was the one carrying his Mistress. She would certainly be at Lansdowne Park a long time before he was. Lansdowne House was a place big enough to have its own postcode and it was about ninety minutes later, as the sun was setting, that the chauffeur rang the bell at the impressive entrance. A severe looking woman in a grey business suit came to the door. She looked at him without smiling. "Are you Josephine's chauffeur?" she enquired. "I am, yes." "Then you should have gone to the tradesmen's entrance." She snapped, "Accompany me." He followed her down the steps of the portico. She led him to what looked like a stable block and opened one of the stable doors. She indicated that he should enter the building. It was indeed a large, old stable. There were no horses in it, but the trappings suggested that there recently had been. The woman closed the stable door behind her. She addressed him. "Take your clothes off and give them to me." She said in a most matter-of-fact sort of way. He looked baffled and did nothing. "I hope you are not questioning your Mistress's orders. She made it quite plain that that is what she wants you to do." Now he understood. This had been devised by Lady Josephine. He had no option but to obey and swiftly stripped all his clothes off under the uninterested gaze of the woman. She took the clothes from him and placed them on a bale of straw. Then she picked up a chain from the stable floor and, looping it round the bars of a manger, she attached the cuff at one end of the chain round one of his ankles, while he looked on in amazement. She secured the other end of the chain to the manger with a padlock, gave him a contemptuous glance, turned and left the stable, noisily locking the door behind her. She then turned the light off from outside, plunging the slave into almost total darkness. He sat on the straw bale and was aware that the night was becoming chilly. He could not guess what it was his Mistress had in store for him. In the distance he heard the sounds of the party. In his solitary confinement all he could do was ponder. And he pondered the paradox of how much he adored his Mistress, despite the terrible ways in which she chose to treat him. He loved the times when he could be her help, her best friend, her source of strength. But the times when he was merely her possession created in him a devotion like none he had ever known before. Here he was chained up naked in a strange stable and all he could think of was how much he loved his Mistress. It was more than two hours later that his Mistress appeared. She turned on the light and entered the stable. She was arm-in-arm with Lord Lansdowne, who was now in fancy dress, wearing the outfit of a Roman emperor. "You know Gerald, don't you slave?" she said to her crouching, naked underling. "Yes, Madam." "Well he gets turned on by watching a woman urinate. Does that make him an old pervert, slave?" "It is not for me to say, Madam," replied her slave. "No. It's not for you to say, slave. I am going to let Gerald enjoy his fetish with a little variation, because he is going to watch me piss all over you. On your back on the floor!" Without removing her beautiful light-green satin panties, Mistress Josephine raised her skirt and squatted over the face of her obedient servant. She smiled at Lord Lansdowne. "All that beautiful champagne has gone to my head, Gerald - and to my bladder, as my poor slave is about to find out." The slave looked up at his beautiful Mistress, as her golden wine welled up in the delicate satin of her panties, then flooded through the material and on to his face. Her companion appeared to enjoy the spectacle, s Lady josephine . "Now Gerald is going to show me his four-poster bed, slave. That should be interesting too." "It'll be a five-poster, when I get there," said a slightly drunken Gerald, grabbing Jo's hand and pressing it against the erection, which was evident under the folds of his toga. "I'll collect you, when it's time to drive me home, slave!" his Mistress called out to him, as once again the heavy door was closed and the light switched off. A Day at the Races: Race 01 It's a gray old morning typical of winter in Melbourne, you miss the sun but that's just how it is. I'd hate it in some ways if it wasn't like this, the constant sunshine and heat in the tropics isn't my scene, I love having four seasons. With the seasons comes the variety, the change in mood, the change in activities and most importantly, the change in what the ladies wear. I'm up and about earlier then I normally would be on a Saturday, especially one after a few Friday night drinks to finish off the working week. No hangover, but feeling just a little seedy. I dig the suit out of the cupboard, it's still wrapped in the dry cleaning plastic from the last time it was done. The suit doesn't get much of a workout but every now and then you have to go the extra yard. It's aging a bit now but holding up okay, the navy blue was a good choice, something that will never really go out of style. Iron the shirt to go with it, dig out a tie socks and jocks and the outfit is pretty well ready to go. That's one advantage of being a guy, just a normal guy not a metro sexual one, it doesn't take long to get ready to go out. A little breakfast, a shower and a shave, throw on the suit and I'm ready to roll. The reason for the suit today is that I'm off to the races to watch one of my horses go around. Sounds impressive when you say it like that, in reality I have a very small interest in two horses, not much more than a hair in their tails but enough for them to mean a lot to me. On top of that, enough for me to be officially recognised as an owner and to receive the recognition and rights that brings. Rights that include entry to the members area at the races today, an area away from the regular hoi polloi, an area where I rarely go but make the most of when I can. No suit, no entry though so it's well worth the effort. When I arrive at the track I make my way to the Race Day Office to collect my owner's ticket and complimentary race book before making my way past the man in the green jacket who would normally be turning me away. It's a strange feeling in some ways, special areas for special people but I guess in reality it's all about those that can afford the membership and those that can't, or that choose not to. I've had great days on both sides of the divide but in some ways it's almost more me to be on the other side. Not today though, today I'm with the toffs. Looks like a typical winter race day crowd, in spring the bar would be full and buzzing, today there is a much smaller crowd and much more relaxed atmosphere. I like days like today, the queues are short, the service is quick and there's even seats available. Not that I'm really the find a spot and settle in for the day type like many are but it is nice to be able to sit down now and then and embrace it all. All? I hear you ask, well for me all is a bit of a punt, maybe a drink or two and a bite to eat but most of all, a chance to enjoy the views. I love to watch. I begin scanning the room for the right seat, the seat with the best view, the seat where I can take in all the day has to offer. Looking around there are a few choices, ladies of various ages, mothers with children, grandmothers with grandchildren, ladies with their partners and ladies in groups. There are probably ladies on their own as well but for me the priority isn't really who she's with, it's how she presents. That's when I see her, at a guess she is late 50's, maybe early 60's, she is there with a man that looks to be her husband who is busily chatting with his mates and working through the race book while drinking his beer. She has a champagne that she is slipping slowly and has obviously settled in for the afternoon. Her outfit is what caught my eye most of all. A black jacket covering a sheer white blouse, matching black skirt that sits comfortably above her knee, black stockings and heels top the outfit off. She isn't a small lady, but not overly large either, pleasantly plump would be a fair description. I think to myself, she's the one and luckily find a spare seat at a table close by with a perfect view. She hasn't noticed me yet, that's a not a bad thing though, there's plenty of time. I settle at the table, take out my pen and open the race book to begin my study, not of the racing form of course but rather of her. I am very impressed, I do love her outfit and now get a chance to observe it a little more closely. There is a colourful hat on the table next to her which suggests to me a certain playfulness, well hopefully. She wears glasses as she reads her race book, they have red frames that match the red lipstick and nails. I also notice she is wearing a number of rings, I smile to myself as I think "ring theory". I don't know if it's real or not, possibly just pure coincidence, but many of my most enjoyable viewing days have been when the lady wears many rings. Maybe it shows a little bit of a "look at me" type of attitude, an attitude I hope will apply today. The jacket is buttoned, covering much of the blouse, being a little chilly today that makes sense. Her knees are together and her legs turned away from her husband who is still laughing and carrying on with his mates. His focus is definitely not where mine will be today. The heels catch my eye next, they are surprisingly high for a lady of her age, a thin stiletto heel that is at least 5 inches in height. She doesn't look very tall, it's hard to tell as she sits but probably not much over 5 foot. It's funny that although I'm just under 40 and have never lived with other than meters and centimeters, some things have to be in feet and inches, height and heel height being two of those things. The shoes are a strappy type of sandal that I love, oh so sexy. I can't help but think my luck it is in today. Race one is now just a few minutes away and she must have made her selections, as she stands and walks across to the betting counter to place her bets. I watch as she walks, admiring the tightness of the skirt across her backside and thighs. Standing the skirt drops to just above her knee, the perfect length I think, long enough to be proper but short enough to hopefully provide a show as the day progresses. The betting counter is behind where she is sitting so she walks away from me as she moves towards it and that's how I notice the seams on her stockings, yes they are old fashioned, but they always get my attention. I subconsciously let out a small groan when I see them, my cock which was already a little hard from what I was seeing now springs to attention. I discreetly adjust it a little, to make it sit more comfortably. Today, is going to be a very interesting day. As she walks back to her seat, she looks across at me for the first time. I look away as she does, blushing and a little embarrassed to have been caught watching her return to her seat. I look back and she is now sitting again after having told her husband what she had backed. I decide I need to get my bet on as well, my selections had been made earlier that morning so it's just a case of checking the odds and placing my bet, I walk past her on the way to the betting counter watching her as I walk, she looks up once again, I smile a little and walk by to place my bet. There wasn't really a reaction but that's okay, there is still plenty of time. I am still a little blushed and my cock is still hard, the suit jacket and my race book carried in front of me cover things a little. I think to myself, I wonder if she noticed? I would normally go out to watch the race but not this time, I return to my seat as the horses move into the barrier stalls. My selection jumps well and leads the race as expected, coming to the turn it's going well and on straightening gets away from the field a little. Approaching the 200m it's under a little more pressure and some of the back markers start running on. I get a little nervous and as many a grandstand jockey will do in this situation I slap the race book gently on my thigh to help get him home, letting out a little "kick you good thing" as I do. My pick just holds on and I let out a "wahoo" as the rest of the crowd that backed the winner cheers. A winning start to the day. Sure it's embarrassing to do the little things I do by habit in this situation but it's the races and many do much worse. It's then that I notice that she has looked across at me, I blush even more deeply realising that I must have been louder than I thought. She smiles, I laugh a little and pretend to shield my eyes with my hand as if was tying to hide. She giggles a little or at least seems to just before her husband pops into the picture to ask quite loudly if she saw how unlucky he had been and if she wanted another champagne. She nods and he heads off to the bar, she looks up again and our eyes catch, this time it's her that looks away and I smile knowing we have now made contact, well contact of sorts. Shortly after her husband returns with her champagne and beer for him and his mates who he rejoins. I take this chance to get myself a drink, and decide a gin and squash is the way to go. Not a very manly drink but I'm not a beer drinker and there aren't that many choices on course. Returning to my seat I look across, she is reading the race book again but I hope that now the ice has been broken, things will begin to liven up. It isn't long before our eyes meet once again, I smile and glance away before looking back. Am I having any effect, does she feel embarrassed that I am looking, does she want me to stop, will she say something to her husband or, as I hope, will she play along? The answer is quick to follow as she slowly crosses her legs looking at me as she does. I smile again, this time I can't look away, watching her legs as the skirt rides a little higher to accommodate the change in position. My cock throbs gently as I see an extra couple of inches of stocking encased thigh. Sure it's not much to most, but to me it's a massive turn-on. She smooths her skirt and continues sipping her champagne as her foot begins to gently bounce. I am not an expert on body language but know enough to know that is a good sign. She knows I'm watching, the question now is does she like that I'm watching?