3 comments/ 68530 views/ 9 favorites A Trip to Atlanta By: meatmywife This is a story about a man who enjoys watching his wife have sex with other men, if this offends you or you don't like it, well you have been warned! To the rest who like a good story in this genre we hope you enjoy!! * A few weeks ago Jolene and I flew to Atlanta to attend a close friend's wedding. Jolene and I had known Pete for several years and were looking forward to seeing him again. We left the L.A. area on a Tuesday night about six o'clock, the weather was balmy, about 85 degrees with a slight breeze. As many of you know from our other adventures my wife is a beautiful California girl with long tanned legs that meat at her sweet little pussy. If you are new to our stories take a look at our profile to see for yourself. At any rate Jolene was traveling in a short lightweight floral sundress that left most of her lovely thighs exposed while revealing much of her supple breasts. As we walked through the airport a lot of heads turned as her dress swayed with her hips and her braless chest bounced as she walked in her heels. We checked in and made it through the security gates without incident and took some seats near our gate, as we were pretty early for our flight. My wife took a book from her purse and began reading while we waited. I looked around the waiting area and noticed there were the typical businessmen returning home, some families looking like their vacation was over and other typical travelers. One person that caught my eye was a young black man wearing casual shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. What caught my eye was that he was checking out my wife's long crossed legs. Jolene had crossed her legs letting her sundress ride high on her thighs and much of her leg was exposed, almost to her fine ass. I needed to use the restroom and standing to leave told my wife that I was headed to the restroom and asked if there was anything she needed. Jolene replied she was fine as she let the book fall to her lap and smiled up at me. I told her I would bring her bottled water and mentioned she had an admirer across the waiting area wearing a Hawaiian shirt. I turned and left walking several feet away before turning to watch my wife. Jolene uncrossed her legs and took her time crossing them the other direction, a move that was not lost on her new admirer. Her dress was now even further up her thighs and she made no move to cover herself knowing the young black man was intently watching her every move. I went to the restroom, picked up a bottle of water for Jolene and returned to the waiting area to find my wife still intent on reading her book and her new distant friend had moved to a closer seat for a better view. As my wife drank her water we discussed that the flight should be boarding soon and wondered where the "watcher" would be sitting. The waiting area was not crowded and I assumed the flight would not be full and whispered to my wife we might have a chance for the mile high club if we were lucky. About that time an announcement came over the speakers indicating our flight was going to be delayed about another hour or more due to weather difficulties in Texas where we actually had a connecting flight. Jolene sighed that she would have more time to read as she leaned over to kiss me. I returned her kiss while pulling her toward me for a closer embrace. As we broke the embrace our young "watcher" rose from his seat and headed toward the various shops in the airport. I noticed Jolene was watching him closely and as he entered the nearby bar she suggested maybe we have a drink while we waited, her sexy smile giving away her thoughts. My wife and I gathered our things and made our way to the bar, taking stool seats well within the bar, not noticing our young soon to be friend. After we had ordered our drinks the "watcher" came out of the bar's restroom and noticing us took a seat nearby where his view was unobstructed. I was having a great time watching our "watcher" watch my wife and knowing Jolene was enjoying putting on a show. Our waitress came with our drinks and as we toasted each other I told my wife I was enjoying her naughty little escapade. Jolene smiled and ran her finger around the rim of her glass slowly as she once again crossed her legs for the young man's benefit. I moved my hand to my wife's thigh and slowly slipped her dress even further up her legs to a point where her little lace panties were almost in view. Our young friend was sitting across from us in a chair and his eye level was almost even with my wife's legs as she was sitting on the tall bar stool. We were pretty sure he was getting an eyeful of Jolene's long legs as she frequently slowly crossed and uncrossed them. Jolene left for the restroom and our "watcher's" eyes never left her body as she strode across dimly lit the bar. When my wife was out of sight our young black friend turned to look my direction and when he saw that I was watching him he smiled slightly like a kid getting caught with his hand in a cookie jar. I raised my drink in a mock toast and smiled back knowing he was caught but also knowing he was checking out my wife. When Jolene returned to her chair I mentioned the incident with our "watcher" and she too raised her glass to toast him, catching him once again transfixed on her long legs. Another couple of drinks and a little more teasing passed the time before we headed back to the waiting area. I guess our young friend was embarrassed as he stayed behind in the bar. Returning to the waiting area I noticed it had become much more crowded and when I asked a gentlemen sitting next to me why he told me other flights that had delays were filling our flight. I was mildly disappointed having had thoughts of an un-crowded flight and being able to play a little on the plane. Soon the boarding call was given and Jolene and I prepared to board the plane. During this period we had not seen our friend and as we were about to board Jolene said she would like to use the bathroom one more time before boarding. I stood in the waiting area as Jolene made he way to the restroom, almost running across the terminal. I watched as my wife's sundress bounced up and down with her motion occasionally catching a glimpse of her ass cheeks, her thong panties leaving a nice view of her tanned ass. As they called the rows where our seats were I noticed our friend the "watcher" arrive and make his way into the loading ramp. More rows were called and just before the final call Jolene showed up looking fresh and smiling. I took my wife by the hand and we made our way past the agent, down the ramp and into the plane. The plane was packed, a lot of business men, and my wife was pleasantly pleased to find she was the center of attention as we made our way down the crowded aisle. The flight attendant took our carry on luggage toward the rear of the plane as she showed us our seats just in front of the wing. You can imagine our surprise as we found the "watcher" sitting in our row in the aisle seat. Jolene smiled down at his handsome dark face and big smile as I scooted past him first and she followed. I was watching as my wife brushed her tanned legs against the "watcher's" long black legs while attempting to move into the row and her seat. Jolene was standing in our row, bent over looking through her purse allowing both our new friend and I to look down her open sundress to her braless breasts. When my wife turned my direction, still bent at the waist, to ask me if I needed anything I am sure the "watcher" was taking in her fine legs and firm ass. Jolene took her seat and squirmed in her seat as she found the seat belts, her dress rising further and further up her thighs. As we settled in I slid my hand to my wife's legs and as she parted them slightly let my hand fall between her thighs. Our friend was trying not to stare but I know how difficult it can be not looking at my beautiful wife Jolene. Another few minutes and we were taxiing toward the runway, moments later the jet was rumbling down the runway and then airborne. Once we had leveled off the usual safety instructions were given and then the flight settled down for the jaunt to Houston. Jolene had picked up her book again and as she attempted to cross her legs her high-heeled sandal fell from her foot and landed just in front of the "watcher's" feet. I watched now as my wife smiled at our neighbor and said "Excuse me, my shoe just fell and I wonder if you would mind getting it for me?" There was no doubt our neighbor would retrieve it as my wife sat with her legs slightly parted, dress high on her thighs leaning his direction with her breasts about to pop from their hiding spot. Our young neighbor smiled from ear to ear and leaned forward to retrieve my wife's shoe, taking his time admiring her legs and then raising to hand her the shoe. As he handed my wife the shoe he spoke softly and slowly, "My name is Carl, I'm glad I could help out." Well at last the "watcher" had a name and my wife thanked him for retrieving her shoe while raising her leg to slip the sandal on her small foot. This motion allowed her dress to rise higher on her legs, bunching up just at her waist, revealing to Carl and I her white lace panties. As my wife lowered her leg no move was made by her or me to cover her thighs and Carl was locked on the small white patch of panties. A moment later he snapped up realizing what he was doing and embarrassed tried not to look our way. I spoke up and thanked him for helping Jolene and introduced the both of us to him. The ice was now broken and conversation started easily. I was very turned on watching my wife expose her long legs to Carl and as the flight progressed became aware that on more than one occasion his muscular black legs were pressing against my wife's long tanned legs. We found out that Carl was from Atlanta and had been in L.A. on business, returning after two weeks away from home. Jolene asked if his wife was waiting for him and he mentioned he was single and lived with his brother. We continued our conversation and time passed quickly, of course the several cocktails we had during the flight didn't hurt either. By the time we approached Houston we were pretty well acquainted and knowing we all had about a two hour layover Carl asked us to join him for dinner at his company's expense. Jolene and I agreed and soon found ourselves walking through the terminal arm in arm with Carl headed toward the restaurant. We found a decent place to eat, were shown to a booth and Carl and I watched as Jolene slid across the booth, her legs spread, her panties visible and her smile intoxicating. I moved in on one side of my wife while Carl moved in on the other, ordering a round of drinks before the waitress had a chance to leave. We spent the next hour or so drinking and eating, talking about Atlanta and L.A. and various other subjects. About this time Jolene mentioned she had to use the ladies room and Carl just about jumped from his seat to let my wife out of the booth. Although I could not see my wife's legs I noticed Carl was intently watching her as she slid from the booth, took his firm black hand and stood, slowly smoothing her dress down from her breasts to her thighs. When Jolene had left Carl mentioned how beautiful she was and how lucky I was to be married to her. I told Carl that Jolene and I had been married for more than ten years and I knew I was the luckiest man alive. Carl's head was moving up and down agreeing with me when I asked him if he enjoyed my wife's long legs. Carl stopped instantly not knowing where this was going while I continued mentioning that I thought her legs were great and telling him I was sure she was putting on a show for his benefit as well as mine. He asked if I was ok with his checking her out and I explained I didn't know how he could stop from doing it and that it was fine with me. About this time Jolene returned and both Carl and I stood as she slipped into the boot on my side, sliding across the seat toward the middle. This time as she slid across it was very apparent that she had removed her panties and was now completely naked under her thin sundress. As I sat down my wife slid her hand over to me and discreetly handed me her little white thong panties. I was sure Carl got all of this as I looked up and he smiled at me then turned to smile at my lovely wife. My cock was hard thinking of my wife just flashing our new young black friend and I was pretty certain Carl was in the same condition by the look on face as Jolene sucked on her cocktail straw. Jolene was intoxicating as she slowly sucked on the two small straws, slowly backing away, licking her lips and then running her fingers up and down the wet straws. A couple more rounds of drinks, much ogling of my wife's legs, breasts pressing against her dress and we were ready for the flight from Houston to Atlanta. Again the three of us made our way to the plane, arm in arm, Jolene holding both of us tight to her body. We only had to sit in the waiting area a few minutes before our seating row was called and as we made our way through the dark airplane I led the way, Jolene holding my hand and dragging Carl along behind her. The plane was not as crowded as the first flight and we soon found ourselves in an almost deserted part of the airplane, this time only a few rows from the rear of the plane. Although our seats were near the window I asked the flight attendant if we could sit in the center section where there were five seats across and nobody using them. The flight attendant agreed and the three of us made our way into the much larger area a little tipsy and a little horny. The plane was up and off as we made ourselves comfortable and once the seatbelt light was off we repositioned ourselves so that all seat arms were up and we were in the center of the row side by side. The flight attendant smiled at us as she made her way to the galley, the kind of smile that was a question and a thought at the same time. Somewhere between Houston and Atlanta Carl nodded off to sleep for a few moments. When Carl woke he found Jolene sitting with her legs parted and my left hand slightly stroking her naked pussy. Carl smiled at me then at Jolene as she turned and leaned back, resting on Carl's shoulders and swinging her legs across my lap, her dress now bunched up at her waist. Carl watched as my hands moved up her thighs, her legs parting more as I slid a finger into her glistening pussy. My wife was leaning against Carl's shoulder in the dark and as I moved my finger slowly in and out of her she guided his hand to her breasts. Carl kissed her neck and asked if she was all right as she whispered she was fine and that she wanted to be a little more comfortable. I looked down and noticed her little blonde pussy was peeking out from her dress to allow Carl a good visual of her sweet box. Carl only took a few seconds to find the small buttons holding her dress together and slowly with both of his hands he began undoing the top button. Meeting no resistance Carl soon had the four buttons from the top to her waist unbuttoned, her dress falling slightly open revealing her cleavage down to her firm stomach. Carl was watching every move as my wife opened her legs slightly more allowing me free access to her. My wife slid slightly down in the seat and in doing so her dress now bunched up more leaving her nearly shaved pussy clearly in view and open to our new friend. Carl looked at me and I looked at him as my wife slowly slid her hands over her breasts and pulled the dress apart and down over her shoulders, revealing her large breasts and erect nipples. Carl cupped her left breast in his black hand as her hand moved up her body and gently squeezed her right breast, pulling back and rolling her nipple between her dainty fingers. About this time we were startled to see the flight attendant standing in the aisle to our row. Nobody moved for a second before the flight attendant leaned forward and while smiling handed Carl a blanket suggesting we cover up. Talk about getting caught with your pants down we got caught with my wife's dress down and up! Carl gently covered my wife with the blanket and I watched as her legs parted even more, one leg dropping to the floor. Carl was now rubbing my wife's erect nipples and from the movement under the blanket he could tell I was gently playing with Jolene's pussy. It wasn't long before Jolene began sighing and lightly moaning as an orgasm began rumbling through her body. My wife bit her lip as her hips bucked with my fingering of her pussy and his pinching of her nipples under the blanket. As Jolene calmed down we all took a deep breath and waited for the other to acknowledge what had just occurred. I looked over my wife at Carl and as he looked at me smiled and nodded his head. Jolene's head turned up to smile at me and then as she turned in her seat she mentioned she wanted to catch some sleep before we hit Atlanta. There we sat for the rest of the flight, Jolene semi-naked under the blanket, head in Carl's lap, legs across my lap. My hands were resting on her tanned legs as Carl gently fondled her luscious breasts as we landed in Atlanta. Gathering our clothes about us and straightening up we disembarked the plane, thanking the smiling flight attendant for the blanket as we left. It was now late in Atlanta and although Carl volunteered to take us where we wanted to go and even asked if we would like to stay the night with him we thanked him and bid our goodbyes. As we parted Jolene and Carl exchanged cell phone numbers just in case we made it back to Atlanta before our flight was due to leave the following Tuesday. Standing at the baggage return Carl gave Jolene a lingering kiss, the first since we met, gathered his bags and left through the doors into the night. We made it through Atlanta and out to the suburbs arriving at our friend's home just before midnight, Jolene sleeping most of the way. We made our way quietly into the house, the door being unlocked and found our way to the spare bedroom where we had stayed previously. Although we were pretty tired we soon found ourselves naked, lying in bed and fondling each other while we kissed. Breaking our kiss I moved over my wife and slipping my cock into her wet pussy began a slow, gentle fucking of her sweet box. While we fucked I asked her if she liked having Carl's black hands on her large white breasts and she whispered back that she wanted his ebony cock deep in her pussy as well. That was all I could take, the vision of my sexy wife with Carl's cock buried in her little blonde pussy and I began shooting my cum into my wife. Jolene was grabbing my back and meeting every thrust as she too clung to an orgasm with me. Wednesday through Friday was a blur of activity as Jolene helped our friend Pete's fiancée prepare for the wedding. Friday night I went out with our friend and some of his buddies and soon found ourselves in a nightclub watching half naked women dance on the stage and move around us collecting tips and feels every chance we had. As we were enjoying the evening I heard my name called out and turning in my chair I saw Carl, our friend from the airplane trip out, moving in my direction. Standing I shook Carl's hand and asked him what he was up to and what was he doing here. He told me one of his clients had wanted to see the sights of Atlanta and they ended up here with his brother Curtis and another friend. My friend Pete stood to introduce himself and soon we were all sitting at a table together really partying hard. We were all drinking quite a bit and Pete leaned across the table and asked Carl if he had met my wife Jolene. Carl smiled and said he had met Jolene and she was one sexy woman, smiling at me with a knowing smile. Pete, drunk through and through, smiled back and told Carl "Jolene has the nicest breasts I have ever sucked and the sweetest pussy I have ever fucked!" Carl looked at me then at Pete as he continued "Carl, my friend Bernard shared his wife with me several times and someday I hope to do the same with him!" The alcohol was definitely talking now as I tried to steer the conversation in a different direction noticing that Carl's client and his brother Curtis were listening to every word Pete was just about yelling to us. We were closing the club down when Pete asked Carl if he would like to come to the wedding tomorrow to which Carl tried to decline. There was no turning Pete down and soon Carl found himself writing down directions and times for the wedding and the reception, both being held at a country club nearby. We said our goodbye's and I poured Pete into the car for the ride home. A Trip to Atlanta 1 Checking in for the flight, Diane was nervous. She was used to travel, as a busy professional, but this was very different. Ms. Lauren had been very specific-this long weekend trial was intended to take her out of her usual life, from the start of the trip. Instead of her usual rolling bag and computer bag, Diane carried only a purse with her ID and a new cheap phone, from the local drugstore. Her phone, her computer, all the lifelines of her daily life had been left at home. Even her clothing was all new, purchased at the mall according to instructions from Ms. Lauren. She had her boarding pass and ID out for security, and felt the agent's eyes sweep over her. She was wearing a slim tweed skirt, with a blouse and a black knit jacket, and very tall black heels. The belt with the skirt was something Ms. had chosen very specifically, a leather strap with a small intricate buckle. Her stockings were gray thigh-highs, and she could feel the newness of their grip on her thighs. The blouse was a crepe textured cream, rayon not silk, and with no bra under it she kept her arms close to her body. The agent seemed to sense something was off, and gave her another look. Did he notice she wore no bra and no panties? Not possible she hoped, but an exciting and new feeling. Ms. Lauren had sent her a business class ticket, which meant that instead of being part of the crowd in the back she felt on display in the small front section, on a wide leather seat, trying not to show her lack of undergarments as the flight crew served drinks and food, and seemed to sense something about her, maybe her edge of anticipation. It might also have been the book- Ms. Lauren had joked about it, and instructed her to buy the '50 Shades" book and to display it as she read it, and to read nothing else, so the flight attendants seemed to be smiling as they noticed her and her look and her embarrassment. At the airport, she had no luggage to claim, and made her way through the huge airport to the taxi line. Ms. Lauren had given her instructions and an address and told her to pay in cash. She had brought only $100 as instructed, and she watched the meter as the cab wound through what seemed to be all of the Atlanta suburbs, from Peachtree Road to Peachtree Avenue to another Peachtree Road. It was late afternoon when taxi pulled up at the address. She was expecting a wealthy neighborhood and huge houses in deep landscaping, and had to check the address again. She paid the fare on the meter plus the tip, $67, and got out. As the cab pulled away, she took a deep breath and walked up the drive. The address was on a street full of very average older houses, spaced far apart, like something built 60 years ago. The house was an older style, with fading paint and an uncut lawn. The driveway and the walk were cracked, and the house seemed to be dusty and not used. She followed the curving walk to the front door, with its arched top and small window, and saw it was slightly ajar. There was a real estate 'For Sale' sign tucked in the bushes by the door, and she saw the lockbox on the railing. Diane pushed open the door, and stepped in and closed the door. The late afternoon sunlit slanted through the windows, and she saw this was in fact a vacant house. It had the dusty dry smell of a house not used for a long time, and only bare wood floors which had been recently varnished. She walked to the stairs, with their ornate oak railing, and looked around. There was a living room to one side, and a dining room to the other, and a center hall. On the wall near her was an arrow, made of blue painter's tape, pointing to the rear of the house. She walked in that direction, with her high heels clacking on the wood floors of the empty house. It led her to the kitchen, with its dusty counters and out of date appliances, and then other arrows led her back to the living room. There was a large dusty mirror over the fireplace, and a note taped to the mantle. "Stand on the mark and look at the slut." Her face felt hot, and she saw an X of blue tape on the floor. When she stood at the mark, she saw her body reflected in the mirror and studied what she saw. An average looking older woman, 44 but feeling younger, with her new jacket and skirt crumpled from a day of travel, and her shoulder length dark brown hair out of place now. She saw the curves of her breasts under the jacket, and the way the tall heels gave shape to her legs. There was another arrow, and she walked toward the dining room. The empty house echoed with her steps as she saw the room, large and square, with an ornate crystal chandelier dusty with age. Like the other rooms there was no furniture, but she saw another note and a brown paper bag on the floor, and a small video camera on a stand, with a wireless unit. "Diane: if you got this far, you see that following instructions is your natural role. Turn on the camera and you will see the red light. Go stand on the mark by the window and face the camera. Remove your jacket, then the blouse. Cup and fondle your tits for the camera, then slip your skirt off. Keep the heels and stockings. Stand on the mark, with your back against the window and your arms on the lower curtain rod. Keep your legs apart please. Keep the phone in your hand. Just wait her for me. Ms. L" Diane looked around, at the deserted house, with the day getting darker outside. She reached to click on the camera, and as the red light blinked went to her mark. She kept her eyes on the lens as she unbuttoned and slipped off the jacket, then the blouse, and cupped her hands under her breasts, sensing their weight. Her thumbs brushed her nipples, hardening in the cool air. She unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it, then leaned back against the large triple window. The sill hit her in the back of the thighs, so her ass was pressed against the cool glass, and her arms found an iron curtain rod across the window at shoulder height. She noticed a small plastic mirror taped to the wall behind the camera, so she could see her own image now- a naked older woman, in heels and stockings, her arms spread wide, in the dim room. She moved her legs apart enough to show space between them, and waited for her new mistress. There was nothing to do but think now, about her need for this submission, about leaving her old life behind. She was in a dark, vacant house, where no one knew she was, with no money, no resources, and now no clothing. The house was unlocked, anyone might come in. She thought about what drew her to this, about her dreams of serving Ms. Lauren, about her dreams of a dungeon and the feelings, as the room got darker. She had to blink when the lights came on, the chandelier and the hall lamp blazing with light now, and everything in the house visible through the windows from outside. She held her spot, doing as she was told. Her legs were tired and her arms were aching when the phone buzzed with a call.   2 Diane looked at the phone buzzing and chiming in her hand. The display showed the one number she had been told to put in memory" "MS L". "Hello Slut. I've been watching the video online, you really are good at following instructions. I'm saving this video to post online later, as part of my mistress blog. I love that dribble of wetness down your thigh as you stand there so exposed. Say 'thank you', Diane." She held the phone closer, still looking into the camera. "T-thank you Mistress." "This is a very good start for your long weekend Slut. Someone will pick you up soon and bring you here, do what they tell you." She hung up, and there was silence in the brightly lit room. Diane held her position, against the window, staring into the camera and the mirror. She heard the slam of a car door soon after and the sound of voices and a clatter of shoes in the entry hall. She heard young women's voices, and their playful chatter that stopped as they came into the dining room and saw her framed in the window, arms and legs wide. There were three of them, dressed in casual jeans and shirts, all in the same modern young fashion. "Oh my God, look at her; Lauren was telling us the truth about the new slut." The tallest girl opened the small bag she carried, and took out a leash and collar and a role of tape. They left the camera running as they turned her to face the window, and she felt her wrists taped behind her. She felt their hands all over her, as they freely explored her body and laughed at her for allowing this. The leather collar was buckled around her neck, and she felt the cold chain leash on her chest. One led her to the door with the leash, as another gathered up her clothing, only to rip it to pieces and put it into a trash bag. She was led naked in her heels and stockings out into the cool evening air, and out to the street. Before shutting down the video camera, the third girl used it to take close-ups of her picture ID driver's license from her purse. Diane was naked on the leash, as they opened the back of a large SUV and she saw the oversized dog cage in back, with a rough blanket inside. The younger women laughed as they cupped her breasts and slapped her body, under the video lights, and then pushed her up and into the cage to lie on her side. The drive was through more suburban streets, where her body in the cage would be visible to anyone close to the car. When they entered a long drive, after a half hour on the road, Diane had lost all sense of where she was. She saw the gates of a large house, and a dense garden, then the front of the house. They led her out of the cage on her leash, as her knees and legs ached, then cut the tape off her wrists. Before they led her to the door, one used a bottle of skin lotion and rubbed it all over her, so that Diane had to feel a woman's hands all over her skin, between her legs and over her breasts, making the point that she was not an independent person anymore but something else now. The girl led her to a large green door, and tapped the ornate knocker. When it swung open, Diane met her mistress for the first time- naked in heels and stockings, in collar and leash, arriving with nothing else. She looked up. "Hello Ms. Lauren." 3 Diane was standing on the porch, naked except for stockings and heels, as Ms Lauren opened the door and laughed at the sight of her. "So, it's nice to meet the woman I had chatted with, that intelligent, professional, articulate woman who could discuss the theory of submission and the desire to lose control. Would that be you, Slut? Naked and leashed here?" She took the leash from the girl and led Diane quickly into the house. Diane stumbled and tried to keep up, until they stopped in the library, lined with books. As her leash was tugged, Diane stepped up onto two low wooden boxes sitting on the Oriental rug, which left her with her legs spread wide apart. As the girl with the video camera circled her and kept recording the scene, Ms. Lauren dropped the leash and began to examine her new toy. Diane held still, as the woman's hands lifted and pulled her hair, opened her mouth, explored her face, and then slid down her body to cup and lift her breasts and pull at her nipples. Ms. Lauren slapped her flank, and cupped her ass and her sex, feeling her thighs and down to her toes. Diane saw the point now- she no longer had any personal space. Ms. Lauren reached to trace Diane's labia, then explore inside and finger her clit roughly, watching her eyes the whole time, and feeling her body respond with wetness. "You are made for this I can see-you need to be just a sexual animal and yet it humiliates you, to have these feelings. Is that right?" "Yes Ms." Diane had nothing left to say, and was beyond blushing now. Ms. Lauren handed her a piece of fabric, something small and folded. "Diane, from now on you will be Slut 2, my trainee house servant and toy. We'll see if you can handle what you say you want and need so much. You will do everything you are told to, and your reward will just be my attention. If you bore me, I will send you home just as you are. We don't have much time this weekend, you said you wanted to serve me, so you have a lot to do tomorrow and the next two days." She handed her a folded package from the side table. "This is your uniform, every good servant has one. Slip this on now, keep the shoes and stockings." Diane took the small bundle, and found how little there was. She shook it out, trying to understand, and realized- it was a sling bikini, like something a dancer might wear, a single thin band of hot pink fabric to barely cover her breasts and run between her legs. Her hard nipples and untrimmed pussy were barely covered. She fumbled and put it on, seeing herself in the big mirror over the fire place as the video camera rolled. She was a woman in her forties, displayed as a sexual object in something only a young girl could wear well. "So, you have an early day tomorrow, dressed like this; hand wash all the dishes in the kitchen, then do the heavy cleaning, the four bathrooms, and make the beds, then you can weed the flower bed and clean up outside before the party. Before you put on the party outfit, you will need to bathe and groom the three other girls, and help them dress. At the party, you will be serving drinks and yourself, too, and if you are really good I might allow you to have an orgasm, but don't count on it." 4 Diane woke with a start, someone was shaking her shoulder. As she became conscious, she saw it was still before dawn, and the hand on her shoulder belonged to the tall girl from the day before, who had led her on the leash. The young woman was wearing a rumpled white cotton nightgown and was frowning at her. Diane realized she was naked now, but still with her collar, sleeping on a mat on the floor under a very rough blanket. It was cold in the house this early in the morning, and the girl looked very annoyed. "Slut 2, get up and get going, you have a lot of work today, Cinderella." Diane rolled to her knees, with her older body creaking, and started to get up. The girl grabbed her hair, to keep her on her knees, and stepped closer to her. Pulling Diane's hair harder, she lifted up the hem of her nightgown and pushed Diane's face to her mound. Her body was warm under the gown, with a musky early morning aroma, as she rubbed herself on Diane's face. "Show me what you are good for Slut 2, eat me now, quickly." She pulled the hair again, harder. Diane's tongue stroked her smooth shaven mound, and found the wet labia becoming thicker. She gave herself to the task, licking deeply, her tongue fluttering and swirling, circling and sweeping, tasting her honey and licking the hardening clit. With her hands at her sides, she sucked and licked, trying to learn the feeling of this young woman, arousing her and feeling her pressing harder to her. When she felt the shudder, Diane tasted a release of juices and sucked harder on the ridge of her clit. The woman sighed, and let go of her hair and stepped away, with Diane seeing her long bare legs and shaved body as her gown fell back down. She said nothing, and waited as Diane found her feet and walked with her body creaking to follow her to the tiled bath down the hall. They were in the attic of the large house, under the sloping roof, and the large bath had a shower and a toilet without a seat, but no door. "Stop there, Slut 2, I need to trim you, spread your legs." She stood on the black and white tiled floor, as the woman took down electric clippers from the shelf and moved closer. At age 44, Diane's mound was fluffy with womanly hair, which she had trimmed and shaped not long ago. The woman used the buzzing clippers to shear her, roughly trimming her bare but leaving a visible and itchy stubble, with the cut hairs piling on the floor. "The rule here is that sluts have nothing to hide, you need to be kept bare, but you are not allowed to have the smooth, sexy shaved look of a young woman- just an older slut with a servant's look. Use the toilet now." Diane saw that the girl was waiting and watching as she sat on the toilet and used it urgently. She turned to look for paper, and found none, but the girl handed her a small square of fabric; as she took it she saw it was a scrap from the clothing she had worn yesterday, which had been torn up- a part of the designer blouse she had shopped for so carefully. "No need for a shower, slut, you can do that before the party. Get dressed now, let's go." She handed Diane the pink sling bikini from last night, and watched as she pulled it on, with a string behind her neck to hold up the two fabric strips, and another around her waist with the sling attached in the back. Her heels were there, the expensive ones with the red soles which she had worn to impress Ms. Lauren were scuffed now, and she slipped them on. As the girl led her downstairs, she realized her face was still covered in the girl's juices, and she was tasting the musky honey flavor still on her lips. When they walked into the kitchen downstairs, with its elaborate cabinets and appliances, she saw that Ms. Lauren and the other younger women were at the table, finishing breakfast and laughing as they chatted. All of them were dressed in casual wear, looking like an upscale catalog photo about a country inn. Diane's heels clattered on the wood floor, and the height of her heels made her walk with swaying hips and breasts moving under the thin sling. Ms. Lauren looked up, with a wide smile. "Slut 2, all ready for Day 1 of your new life, I see? On display, and already used once today I think. You must be hungry now." She pointed to the floor, and the large steel dog dish labeled "slut", as she took her plate and the others and scraped the leftover scraps of food into the bowl. She used a silver fork to stir the mixture of eggs, toast, fruit and cereal , then added some coffee and looked at Diane. "Hurry and eat, then you can start on the dishes here and clean up the kitchen; we've left you the dishes from yesterday too." Diane saw the four women watching, as she knelt on the floor and put her face down into the bowl to slurp the food up. Her breasts hung loose under the sling, and her ass was exposed as she ate and thought about how far she had come down, and how far she might still have to go.   5 After two hours of washing dishes, her hands were red and chapped and her legs ached from standing on the hard floor in her high heels. She was constantly aware of her loose breasts moving under the thin halter sling, and her body mostly exposed. As she dried the last of the dishes, the tall girl came in and walked up to her, cupping her exposed ass and then smacking it with a laugh. "No more boring office work for you, are you enjoying life as a servant yet? You need to clean the floor now, but the mop has disappeared, so you can do it on your knees with this brush." She handed Diane the bucket and scrub brush, and stayed to watch with a smile as she went to her knees and began in the corner, with her breasts hanging loose under the outfit and her shoes scraping the floor. With the floor wet and shining, she moved on to the cleaning, from room to room, doing the bathrooms and bedrooms, working hard with her hair flying and sweat on her face. As she moved around the large house, she was the only one dressed in this kind of exposed costume, and when the casually dressed young women and Ms. Lauren happened to meet her in the hall they laughed and smiled, often fondling her as they moved on. When the tall girl found her later and clipped the leash to her collar, she was led out onto the lawn where the landscaping crew was cutting and trimming with a racket. The four men in work clothes looked at her and laughed to each other, as they saw her almost naked in her wildly pink outfit. The girl led her to the flower bed along the lawn, and handed her a basket. Diane sighed and squatted low, hand weeding the bed and tossing the leaves in the basket, as the girl held the slack chain leash. A Trip to Atlanta "You need some sunscreen, to protect that fine body, Slut 2. Let me get you some help with it. Pedro, could you send over one of your guys?" The crew shut down their tools, as one of the younger men came across the lawn. The tall girl handed him a bottle of sunscreen from her pocket, and held the leash as he smiled and splashed it over Diane's skin and rubbed it in. His rough hands slid under her sling, to cup her breasts and slide over her ass and between her legs. He came back again, for another swipe over her back and belly, and up under the sling to roll her nipples. Diane felt a quick tug on the leash, and looked up to see a questioning look from the girl. "Thank you, Sir." She bent again to the weeding, with her knees muddy now, as she heard the crew laughing and then the lawn tools roared again. Her legs were creaking again when she was led back inside, and upstairs to the second floor. The young women in their rooms were getting ready for the party, and called for her to help them. Still in her dirty sling uniform and heels, she leaned into the shower to help bathe each of them, knelt on the hard tiles to dry and shave them, and had to touch their bodies to help them dress, her hands on their firm breasts and hard bellies, smoothing the clothing over them. Their clothes were expensive designer wear, pants and skirts and tops, making them look young and pretty. The shorter blonde girl took the leash to lead her back to the attic to get ready. She watched as Diane pulled off the bikini, and stepped out of the heels. Her body was covered in dust and marked with sweat. "You look perfect, you must be having a very exciting day in this new life. I'm sure you are tired, so you have twenty minutes off before you need to dress and come down to serve the party. Ms. Lauren left your dress here in your room. She turned, and saw a very short black dress, with a low cut halter neckline, and a pair of even taller heels. She collapsed naked onto the rough blanket as the girl left.   6 She heard the sound of music from the terrace when she came down the stairs in the new heels, trying to get used to the height of them. The black dress was all she wore, except her leather collar, and its satiny fabric had a dull sheen to it. The halter neck had a snap buckle behind her neck and the short skirt was high on her bare thighs. With no bra or panties, or even a thong, she felt the dress on her skin and the air under it. Her hair was pulled up, fastened with the spring clip Ms. Lauren had left for her. She went to the kitchen, to find a catering team laying out food and unpacking large boxes. Ms. Lauren came in, looking around quickly. "Slut 2, you're just in time after your long rest. Take one of these trays, serve it to the guests, but remember your place here. You are owned now, and need to do as you are told, by me or by the girls or the guests. You just need one more thing, before you begin. Stand here, against the kitchen wall." She backed up to the wall, as Ms. Lauren lifted the hem of her black dress up to her hips, and spread her thighs wider. She saw the caterer crew and servers pause and look, seeing her exposed like this. Ms. Lauren slid a finger between her legs and then pulled her labia, holding it as she attached a spring clip, like a smaller version of the one she wore in her hair. It had a metal tag attached, and she felt its grip on her and its weight as it swung between her thighs on a short chain. "Servants at parties need a name tag, and this is yours. It says 'Slut 2, owned by Ms. Lauren'. Show it to anyone who asks, and do as they say." She tugged her dress down again and took a silver tray from the counter. The terrace outside was in sunlight, late on a warm Atlanta afternoon, and a cocktail party was in progress. Posters by the entrance announced a benefit for women's health, and the small crowd was mostly upscale women with a few men, all in elegant summer casual wear, smiling and chatting. She was the only one dressed this way, and she noted the other servers were in white shirts and black trousers, all women but dressed to become part of the background. As she offered the tray of crab puffs around, she caught looks among the guests, and in each group someone said something like "Thank you, and where is your name tag, dear? You seem to be new to Lauren's." Each time, as she balanced the small tray on one hand hanging between her legs, she had to lift her skirt high to display the shiny metal tag, and hold that position as they read it. She was humiliated each time, as an older woman forced to display her body and her roughly shaved mound as they smiled and laughed. She had made several circuits of the patio, with different hot and cold foods, when the tall girl found her. "We have something special for you to offer, hold still for a moment." She leaned over to unbuckle the snap fitting of Diane's halter top, to lower it below her breasts and wrap and buckle it behind her back again. She now wore just the bottom half of the black dress, with her breasts and shoulders exposed. The girl handed her another tray, this one with a dozen small low dishes of sauces and colored sugars. "Ms. Lauren is famous for these at her parties, the nipple foods. Offer everyone a taste, you dip your nipple in the dish and they feed from you. Smile as you do it!" She took the wide tray in two hands and began to circulate again. In each cluster of guests, as they laughed at each other, she leaned forward to coat her nipple in sugar syrup or sauce, then arched her back to offer it to them. Women and men laughed as they sucked her nipples, licking the sweet or spicy taste from them, some roughly with raking teeth and some with light fluttering licks. The cell phone cameras flashed in her face as each group recorded the fun and the party picked up. When Diane returned to the kitchen with an empty tray, her breasts were covered in sticky colored sugar and chocolate. Ms. Lauren met her there with a smile. "You did very well, for your first time. You will get better at this every time, people expect it at my parties. Here, clean yourself up, it is time for your part now." She handed a cold wet cloth to Diane, and watched as she scrubbed her breasts clean and refastened the halter top. 7 The music changed and got louder, as Ms. Lauren led her back onto the terrace with the leash. The evening had gotten darker and cooler, and her nipples hardened under the thin dress. The crowd circled closer, as she was led to a low table by the pool and had to climb up onto it. "Stand up dear, let everyone see clearly now. Tell us your full name." "I am Diane..Diane Butler." She sighed in resignation "And your age, weight, bra size- if you were wearing one?" She laughed and the crowd did too. Everyone seemed to have their cell phones out now, to record this. "I am 44, 135 pounds, I am a 36D." Ms. Lauren reached up to unsnap the strap at the neck of the dress, and the smooth black fabric slid down and pooled around her shoes. She was naked except for the heels, the collar, and the hanging tag between her legs. "Here she is, older and a bit out of shape but still sexy. And what is your job, in that other life you left behind Diane, before you decided you had to submit yourself to me?" "I am the Director of Marketing for a corporation." More cameras flashed and she saw that the tall young woman was making a video of this scene. "Well, that was then, Diane, everything may change since we are posting your pictures and video to your FaceBook and LinkedIn profiles now, so that all of those 512 contacts can see this new side of your personality. Kneel down now, on your hands and knees on the table." Diane blinked back tears and her face was hot as she went to her hands and knees and tried to put aside her shame. Ms. Lauren reached to spread her legs and hands wider, cupping her hanging breasts and stroking her exposed sex, with the hanging metal tag. Her nipples hardened and she was shaking. Someone slipped a blindfold over her face, and from that point it was a continuous series of hands touching her, exploring her intimately. Hands opened her mouth, then she felt a man's hard cock at her lips and gagged as she put her mouth wide around it. Hands were holding her ankles wide, and she felt first a vibrator, and then hands on her hips and a cock at her vagina filling her. She felt him pump and then pull out, and the spurt of hot juices on her back. She was lost to too many sensations to count now, with hands on her breasts, tugging at her nipples, and with cocks and vibrators and fingers in her mouth and vagina and her ass. The metal tag clinked on its chain as they used her. She felt fingers on her hardened clit, stroking as she responded, but then stopping with a laugh as her hips rocked. Someone pulled the blindfold off, and she blinked at the camera flashes. Ms. Lauren was beside her now, tugging at the leash to get her to slide off the table and stand. Her hair and makeup were a mess, and she could feel the sticky fluids on her body and her lips. "So, people say women are at their sexual peak in their 40's, is that true, you think, Slut 2? Do you think we should allow you to cum now, have you earned that?" One of the young women brought over a wine bottle, and a large vibrator. "Show us your need, Slut 2, but you'll have to do it yourself and we will time you, the longer it takes the more you will be punished. Take the bottle, use the vibe, and get to work." She has beyond her earlier shame now, as she spread her legs and lowered herself, to feel the hard slippery glass neck of the bottle enter her, as she fumbled to apply the humming vibrator to her hard clit. Her hips thrust forward, she sank lower, and she felt the tingling through her. She tried to concentrate on the feelings, and ignore the lewd picture she was making. "Keep your eyes open Slut, we don't want you to forget how many better women are watching you do this." She worked the vibrator harder, arching her back and presenting herself, and she felt the wave as she went over the edge, with her skin hot and flushed. She pressed hard against the vibrator head and deeper onto the glass dildo as she shook and came. As her mind cleared, she heard the laughter and saw the faces watching her release. Juices were dribbling down her thighs as they pulled her away on her leash. The two young women led her to the railing at the edge of the terrace, facing out into the dark yard, and then bound her wrists to the rail and her ankles out wide behind her. They left her there, naked and bound, and the party noise moved away. She stood there for hours, as the night got darker and the insects came out, ignoring her mostly. She had to think and process what she was now, a servant but also just a property. From time to time, people behind her came out and she felt their hands on her body, some hefting her breasts and rolling her nipples, some exploring her ass and between her legs just to watch her begin to respond, with the tag and chain clinking. 8 One of Ms. Lauren's young women had put her away after the party, in the attic room. Two of them woke her Sunday morning, pulling her naked onto the floor. "You need to thank us now, Slut 2, for letting you cum last night- new slaves seldom get that privilege. Get busy now." The dark haired girl pulled up her nightgown and sat over her face, and Diane's tongue began working, tasting her sweat and her musk. She was still licking hard when the woman shuddered and stood, and the other one took her place, pushing harder and squeezing with her thighs . They pulled her to her feet, and watched as she used the bathroom but was not allowed to clean herself. Today's outfit was the same sort of sling bikini, in electric blue, which made her skin look even older and paler. This one barely contained her swaying breasts, and tugged between her legs. She looked into the mirror and realized she had gotten this new life was now the unstoppable fantasy she had dreamed of which was now her trap. A Trip to Atlanta Saturday morning was of course going to be very busy and my wife was out of bed early and preparing for the wedding. After Jolene showered I watched from bed as she slipped into a very short and tight fitting dress, so tight she decided not to wear panties, thigh high nylons and a pair of white high heels completed the outfit. There stood my beautiful wife, naked under her dress, fixing her hair and coaxing me out of bed. I dressed quickly and while heading toward the car for the ride to the country club told Jolene I might have a special surprise for her later. Although my wife tried to get me to spill my guts I managed to keep the secret of Carl all through breakfast and the wedding ceremony. As we made our way from the patio where the wedding was held to the banquet room I looked up and saw Carl coming in the front door of the country club. I stopped my wife and told her to close her eyes as her surprise was here waving Carl in our direction. When Carl was standing next to me I asked Jolene to open her eyes and her smile went from ear to ear as she just about jumped into Carl's arms. My wife asked how Carl got invited and as we made our way to a table at the reception I told her of our meeting him at the nightclub the night before and how we had partied together. As we sat down and nobody had joined us yet I whispered into my wife's ear that Pete had spilled his guts and Carl knew about our previous affairs. Smiling at Carl, my wife, Jolene, asked him if he would like to get to be closer friends like Pete was with us. Carl slid his hand to her thigh under the table and leaning forward gave my wife a kiss on the cheek and told her he couldn't wait. The reception went well and both Carl and I took our turns dancing with Jolene, holding her close and feeling her sexy body close to ours. While dancing with my wife she told me Carl's cock was hard and pressing against her and that she was so horny she was about to fuck him right on the dance floor. Carl had told her he lived about 10 minutes away and wanted to know if we would join him for a nightcap. About 8:00 Jolene and I made our way to Pete to let him know we were leaving and would see him later and if not we would catch up with him after his honeymoon. About that time Carl stepped up to say goodbye and Pete smiled at the three of us before turning back to his new wife and dancing away. We were all too drunk to drive and we hailed a cab to take us the few miles to Carl's house. Carl climbed in the cab first followed by Jolene and I slid in after my wife. We hadn't pulled away from the curb before Jolene and Carl were locked in an embrace, catching up where they left off at the airport. Carl broke free for enough time to let the cab driver know where to go before continuing to make out with my wife. I saw the cabby adjust his mirror as Carl's hands were roaming my wife's body. My cock was hard watching Carl and Jolene together, his hands finding her firm ass and hers falling to his crotch. It was only a few minutes before the cab driver was pulling up in front of Carl's sprawling ranch style home. Carl stepped out of the cab, paying the driver and helping my wife from the cab. As the cab drove away the three of us made our way in the front door arm in arm, Jolene in the middle of two very horny men. We made our way through the foyer and into the living room, stopping in a large living room, Jolene pressed between Carl and I. I was kissing my wife and could feel Carl's hands fondling her breasts through her dress. Sliding the straps from her evening dress over her shoulders my wife took the cue and let if fall around her feet leaving her standing between Carl and I in just her thigh high nylons and white heels. I looked down and saw Carl's black hands once again fondling my wife's white breasts; my cock was rock hard. About this time we heard someone clear their throat and looking up saw Curtis standing in front of us wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. We broke our collective embrace as Carl introduced Jolene to his brother whose shorts were sporting a large bulge. Jolene asked to use the restroom, Curtis pointed with his long black arm toward the rear of the house as my wife walked away, hips swaying atop her sexy legs meeting at her firm ass with a g-string tan line. Carl asked if we needed drink as he made his way to the bar. Curtis mentioned to me my wife Jolene was as hot as his brother had told him she was. As Carl was mixing our drinks Curtis turned the stereo on and found some smooth jazz, taking a seat across from the couch where I had taken a seat. The lighting was just right as my wife made her way back into the living room, erect nipples sitting atop her breasts that bounced with every step. Taking a drink from Carl Jolene took a seat on the arm of the chair Curtis was sitting on, her legs spread slightly as she fell backward into Curtis' lap. Taking charge Curtis slid his hand up my wife's thighs until his fingers found the mark and began tracing her pussy lips before sliding his finger into her wet box. Carl and I watched as his brother and my wife locked together, his hands roaming her naked body, her arms wrapped around his neck. The action picked up as Jolene asked Carl to help her out of her nylons. I remained on the couch as Carl made his way to my wife, still sitting on his brother's lap and slipped her heels off and began rolling her nylons down her long tanned legs. There my wife sat between two black men, four hands roaming her body, Curtis and her kissing as his hands rolled her nipples between his fingers. Once my wife was naked she stood and began swaying to the music as she moved across the floor to where I was sitting. As she sipped her drink she told me to take off my clothes and show her my hard cock. I stood and started removing my clothes as she turned and asked Carl and Curtis if they were going to get naked as well. By the time my clothes were off my wife was on her knees and was sucking on my cock while feeling my balls. I looked up and saw the two brothers, naked and moving our direction. Carl's cock was about my size and standing straight out in front of him, an ebony shaft, straight as an arrow. Curtis' cock was longer, about eight or nine inches and just as hard although it curved to the left about half way to the massive head. Here was my wife on her knees sucking my cock with two other cocks at either side of her head. Taking each of the brother's cocks in her hands she continued to suck me while she played with her new black toys. I took my wife by the back of the head, holding her hair in my hands as I began pumping my seed into her hungry mouth. Jolene sucked my clean letting loose her grip on the two cocks to milk me dry. I fell backwards to the couch as Jolene stood and spread her legs, leaning onto my thighs, her large breasts swinging beneath her. With her sexy smile she asked if Carl could fuck her now and as she leaned forward to kiss me I could taste my cum on her lips. Carl did not wait for an invitation and moved in behind my wife, taking her by the hips and sliding his hard cock into her waiting pussy. I could hear his cock moving in and out of her wet pussy as he fucked her hard, holding her hips and grunting with each thrust. Jolene just stared me in the eyes, smiling and licking her lips as Carl continued his fucking. In moments I could see on Jolene's face that she was nearing an orgasm and as Carl asked if he should cum she loudly yelled at him to fuck her harder. Curtis was standing by his brother's side stroking his large cock as Carl with one large thrust began cumming in my wife's little blonde pussy. Jolene was breathing very hard and biting her lip as she let go and came with Carl, grinding her ass and pussy back into him. Picking my shirt up from the couch Jolene wiped Carl's cum from her thighs as it oozed from her swollen pussy. Curtis was standing with his long black prick in his hand waiting for my wife's next move. Jolene asked where his bedroom was and as Curtis led my wife away by her hand Carl and I fell in behind them. As Jolene and Curtis entered the bedroom my wife slid onto the bed and spread her tanned white legs, moving her hands down to her pussy and began moving her fingers in and out of her little blonde pussy. By now Curtis had moved onto the bed and crawling up between my wife's thighs placed the large head of his cock against the lips of her pussy. As Jolene's arms rose above her head to grab the headboard Curtis began a slow process of sliding his cock in and out of her pussy. Carl had left the bedroom and I took a seat on the edge of the bed to watch my wife take his brother's cock, inch by inch until the entire black cock was deep in her pussy. I was transfixed as Curtis moved his hips in and out, his cock fucking my wife with each movement forward. I was fondling my wife's breasts as Curtis placed his mouth over hers and began kissing her his cock still slowly fucking her. Carl returned a moment later and took a position kneeling on the bed at my wife's head as Curtis began fucking her in earnest. I let the two brother's have my wife as I took a seat in a chair near the end of the bed, able to watch Curtis' cock slide in and out of my wife's oozing pussy. Her cum was mixed with Carl's and as my wife began moaning loudly Curtis' ass began clenching as he filled her with his cum, stroke after stroke continuing to fuck my wife as she came. Carl was pinching her nipples as his brother continued fucking her, slowing his pace as he began backing out. I sat with my cock hard again watching these two black men fuck my beautiful white wife. Curtis stepped from the bed, his long black cock semi hard, dripping cum as his brother slid in between my wife's thighs, driving his cock into her sloppy pussy. As they fucked Carl rolled them over until my wife was riding his cock, her breasts heaving on each thrust. I could see her pussy stretched over his cock, cum oozing on each stroke onto his balls, as his cock burying itself into my wife. Jolene's fingers were gripping Carl's chest as she started cumming again, her nails digging into his dark skin. Carl grabbed my wife's tanned hips as he fucked her, pulling him down onto him as he came in her well-fucked pussy for the second time that night. Curtis returned with a couple of bath towels and asked my wife if she would like to clean up, her body was covered with sweat and her pussy dripping cum. Jolene took the towels and padded off to the bathroom as the three of us, still naked men, moved back to the living room. While Jolene showered Carl, Curtis and I discussed the evening; they both wanted to be sure everything was ok with my wife and I. I assured them everything was good and it appeared my wife had completely enjoyed herself as well. Carl offered up his bed for Jolene and I to spend the night to which I agreed it now being very late, too late to head back to our friend Pete's place. After a while Jolene joined us in the living room wrapped in a bath towel from the waist down, her large supple breasts still exposed. We all sat and visited for a while before Curtis fell asleep in the chair and Jolene fell asleep on the couch leaning against me. Wishing our new friend good night I woke my wife and Jolene and I made our way to Carl's room where we fell asleep exhausted on his large king sized bed. We still had two days in Atlanta and I was guessing they would very interesting...