0 comments/ 68989 views/ 3 favorites A Word By: WallBanger Words? What are they anyway? Constructs of man to explain things he himself doesn't truly understand. Definitions; An attempt to illustrate the meaning of words. Etymology; The study of words – mans legitimate attempt at explaining why words mean anything. Some say that exhibitionists are those who enjoy displaying themselves to others in public. So then, what am I? A man who enjoys watching his wife lewdly displaying herself in public? I wouldn't necessarily call that voyeurism because I am more aroused when my wife does it in public and not when others do it? The sheer thrill of her erotic displays and the vulgar attention of her admirers; delight my innermost sexual being. Enough with the philosophy as I am sure I will get some rather strange email from many of you who will attempt to answer these answerless questions, and on to the real story. Stacie and I have been married for six delicious years and look forward to the rest of our lives together. I don't believe that our marriage will fall to the seven-year itch due to our open sexual relationship. There you go again, interpreting my use of the phrase "open sexual relationship," as meaning that we are swingers. We are not swingers although we fantasize about it together. In fact, she has only fantasized about being an exhibitionist and I have only fantasized about how much I would like it. Now, back to the story. Stacie now reaching her sexual peak at the ripe old age of 29 has become more open with her sexuality. Her style of dress is noticeably more provocative. She first began wearing thong underwear on a regular basis -- then, she started wearing tops that revealed her midriff. Now, she has stopped wearing bras, which is in my opinion, titillating – (good word). It is exciting to see Stacie in public as her style of dress erases that fine line of imagination. You can make out the shape her firm breast and large nipples in her tight, seductive clothing. Let me digress for a moment. Do you remember the first time you had sex? I was sooooo ready. Finally a girl was going to let me fuck her! Oh, the sensations. The mood so intense. Swimming in a sea of emotions. It wasn't me there -- it was me watching some lucky stud fucking the shit out of this naked pussy. Though, it didn't last long… I thought to myself as I pulled my soaked, dripping dick from her tight hole, "this is tremendous." Nothing can replace the high I got from my first piece of ass – That is nothing but watching my wife fuck another man. Imagine the feeling that you felt with your first sexual experience. The super-intense anticipation. The relief from shedding your modesty – baring yourself physically and mentally with another. Their beautiful nakedness. Now image that to the nth power. Imagine the unquestionable anticipation. The tense excitement of now experienced pros crossing the taboo line that most stop at with their first lay. Again, the shedding of modesty, the absence of innocence as the world of sex illustrates itself to the visionary few. And oh, for the visions of my fantasies as they torment my curious mind. My chest pushes into my throat yearning for the hedonistic scenes to reveal themselves to my physical self. Watching the grinding of my wife's groin into the groin of another. Their sex meshed into a perspiring, writhing mound of flesh. Their tongues flickering the expanses of their awe-inspiring nakedness. Her naked breast against his. Her curious fascination of his new body. My wife's ass held wide open by the grip of her lover's large hands. I watch his sex dipping into and pulling from her soaking wet cunt. He pushed her sweat-dampened hair from her brow as they kissed passionately. Their gazes as they watched me for approval – pushing their lustful envelopes ever-so-carefully as they explore each others physical sex and my mental sex. I join them slipping my lubricated rod into my wife's accepting ass. She gasped delightfully with the sensation of her two lovers' dicks exploring her inner depths. Her breathing is more intense as she adjusts her pleasure to our cocks. Our bodies fall into a rhythm working together blissfully synergistic. She pushes her ass toward me filling it with the full length of my cock. It scrapes against her interior walls. I stop as I feel the end of her rectal cavity with the head of my dick. She slides her ass off my dick as she suckles her lover's veined cock in her orgasmically pulsating cunt. Anticipation ceases as we realize the extreme of our experience. A shout from the three as she drips with his juices the orgasm contagious as it spreads through our orgy. Rigid in her ass, I clasp her moistened, sweaty breast climaxing in her ass as she breathes short repeated bursts of satisfaction. Drained of energy and bodily fluids. Our blood rushing back to the vital organs it was borrowed from to aid our corporeal practice. Final kisses as we lay their realizing our lust. To the nth degree I tell you – don't you remember? A Word in Her Sister's Ear The sat on the bed cross legged; they were naked and facing each other. It was Friday night; their favorite night. Rachel made love to Jenna, with words. They weren't words of lovemaking but loving words that shared the day's events. "Jen I saw the most beautiful skirt today with all shades of purple that would look great on you. I would have tried it and got it for you but I didn't want to come home late." The apartment was warm but they liked sitting like this. Jenna gently caressed her younger sister's face. "I'm glad you're home sweetie." They spoke of the day and enjoyed each others stories. As they wound down Rachel uncrossed her legs and moved closer encircling her sister with her long legs. Both breaths deepened. Jenna's eyes closed anticipating Rachel's touch. It was always electric to her; as if a fine wire carried it in her from between her breasts to the folds between her legs. Rachel stroked Jenna's back from the nape of her neck to her waist over and over, feeling the tension drain. They had discovered each other when they were younger, close, in the same bed. Long before it became sexual, the velvet feel of each against the other, had comforted them. Rachel, who was younger by eleven months, had soothed her sister's nightmares that started when their father left the country to be with another woman. They were very young. During high school and in years thereafter, both dated men and tasted the waters of experimentation. Jenna had a serious affair that she thought might lead to…? The 'man' wasn't ready to deal with the 'C' word. "Amazing" Rachel told her; "It might as well be fifty years ago. They still just come and go; that's what they're good at, coming then going." It was about that time that Rachel made the first overtures with little kisses and lots of words. There were words about Jenna's beautiful translucent skin, words about being together always and words about love being love no matter which type of body parts were matching up. Rachel was almost always the initiator who sparked her older sister. Jenna was shy but Rachel would stroke her hair and hold her hand in a restaurant or on the street. She didn't care who saw, who knew or what they thought. In her mid-twenties now, she'd seen enough judging eyes to stare back until the idiots looked away. In the last few years she thought perhaps there were more inquisitive eyes and even some smiling ones. Hallelujah. They lived in Portland overlooking the Bay of Maine. They often walked the esplanade which sat on the hill above the water. Dogs play Frisbee, people on blankets in the warmer weather and a small steam train that goes back and forth along the shore. One fine green day, they sat on a bench; elements of an idyllic painting, until they almost got arrested. Jenna kissed Rachel. It happened so infrequently that Rachel s delight took the form of responsive kisses and the game of "when I get you home…". They alternately whispered of tongues and fingers and devouring mouths. They punctuated their talk with small kisses. A cop walks by and stares. Rachel, ever ready, stares back and won't let go of his eyes. He walks up and starts with, "public place blah blah…decent people blah blah…etc." Rachel just stares in silence. He accelerates finally ending with "are you going to move along or…"? Jenna said, "Fine" and stepped between them to break the stare. She'd seen this before with other people and it didn't always end well. All Rachel said as she shook her head was, "2001, 2001". That was then, this was now: Friday night, warm, facing each other and seeing their own beauty in the others eyes. Jenna leaned in and kissed her sister softly. She loved to kiss and could do it for hours. Rachel would easily get caught in the gentle current. Their moods were contagious. One didn't have to 'give in' to the other because usually within moments they found each others rhythm. Jenna used what Rachel teasingly called her 'talented' tongue to explore her sister's mouth as their soft lips pressed. Sometimes a kiss would become a connection they both knew not to break. Sometimes Jenna needed the words that soothed her inside. "Tell me something nice Rach." "This is nice Jenna." Rachel held her breast and circled her puffy nipple with her thumb. "This is very nice. All of you is very nice Jen. I love your sweet body and your eyes and your heart. I love being with you; it's the only time I'm not thinking about what happens next." They touched each other: hands on alabaster, mouth on reddening mouth. For a long moment there were no thoughts of "Jenna is touching…nor, Rachel is touching…" only touch. And then their fingers began their work: finding openings to outline, tease and coax; openings to moisten, fill and pleasure. Little liquid noises sounded. And when the ache built, Jenna just said "please". Rachel said "Yes love". She never teased here. She sat behind Jenna on the bed and wrapped her arms around her. Jenna felt her sister's nipples and breasts pressing into her back. Rachel put her finger on the slippery clit and as it slid around the swollen pleasure zone, she gave Jenna what she needed to come – the words. "Jen I'm here… I love you and I'm never going away…I'll be with you forever…you're my home." As the chaos of emotion and sex overwhelmed Jenna, the sounds of her coming were staccato little cries: "mmm…mmm …mmm…mmm…mm…mm..." She reached back to stoke Rachel's hair in time with her finishing exhales. Jenna turned as Rachel reclined. She took Rachel into her mouth tasting the sweet wetness. She pressed the tip of her tongue on the engorged nub and began circling as Rachel gently moaned. She licked the folds and the hood and teased with fast passing flicks. With Rachel's juices on her finger, she explored her smaller opening. Inserting her finger as she sucked brought Rachel to the edge. "Yes baby, Yes baby… OH sweet baby Jen…so good …OH…OH…my good girl…mmmm…make me come sweet Jenna…there…Ohhhh…ohh…mmm…" They held each other until Saturday morning. A Word in June Her pussy was tight. I mean, even on my finger. I had snaked my hand down -- the zipper pinched the back of my wrist -- light tickle of hair between the fingertips -- the curving slope underneath. The tip of my middle finger pressed around in soft folds of flesh -- gently, so as not to make a mistake and get pushed away -- until finding the stirring wetness. All the while our tongues were busy, slickly sliding against each other, as if it was only to keep the kiss going she allowed me to touch her there. Up and down the slit my finger split once, twice. My wrist bent awkwardly in the tightness of jeans, the miniscule criss-cross of the thread pressing it's pattern into my skin. Then I crooked my finger, dipping in. My cock had been hard already, but when my finger squeezed into the hot wetness it felt as if to burst through the denim of my jeans on it's own power. Her kissing tongue became deeper and more urgent. Her hips moved up to meet pleasure, about to break my wrist. But I probed deeper still, moving my digit in a tight circle - slippery wall of flesh on each side. How fucking tight, my brain screamed. Could I even fit in there? How fucking good it will feel to try. Should I fuck her? She was younger than me. I wouldn't be breaking any laws, but as it was more than a couple of years, definitely wouldn't want it getting around. Everyone would naturally assume I was taking advantage of her. I didn't feel a hymen. If she had fucked someone, he literally had a dick the size of a pencil. She was really producing some juice. That would help. My dick is only an inch or so longer than average, but somewhat thicker, so it still wouldn't be a quick and easy in. Her hand was trying to get in my pants. Fuck it, I thought. With my free hand I undid my belt and my jeans. I peeled them down and my cock pushed out against the stretchy cotton of my boxer-briefs. Maybe too fast for her, I don't know. She kept her hand still, flat on my leg, despite the moans as I continually stroked her. So I popped the boxer-briefs down, my cock now unrestrained and naked, purple veined and a wetness at the tip. I put my hand over the back of hers. She flipped her hands and laced her fingers through mine. A very sweet thing, but I wasn't trying to hold hands. I took her hand and put it over my hardness. Her fingers gripped it carefully, still, and like holding a baby bird so I moved my hand back over hers and squeezed it. Then as I moved my finger around inside her she grew a little bolder, feeling and stroking. Our lips remained locked this whole time. My M.O. for the longest had been to let the girl set the limits. Meaning, I would go as far as she would let me. Until she stopped me. When she stopped me I would go no further. I would never force. But I would torture her with tiny pleasures to change her mind. ____ I had visions in my head of her entertaining ideas of cheating on me, or straight leaving me --- until she discovered she was pregnant and would have to stay with me. ____ "Keep sucking" I said, my voice desperate, thick with lust. She had just taken a huge load of my cum into her mouth and swallowed. At least it felt huge leaving. My cock had throbbed like a bass drum. After I kissed her moments later, my tongue tasting hers, wondering if in the mix I was tasting any of myself, she broke away and looked at me with a crooked smile and called me a dirty boy. I only smiled back and kissed her hard again. 'If only she knew the things I'd done' I thought to myself, and my cock began to swell again. She moaned when she realized I was going to fuck her again. Her hand went to my cock. This sweet acting good girl was going to be a smut-talking cum-swilling slut before I was done. _____ We'd woken up in the middle of the night, kissing. It was like waking up in the middle of a dream - reality still felt heavy and wavy - half asleep with a hard cock - wrapped up with her, wet tongues dancing. My hands went down her hips - those firm hips with smooth skin - over the bone of the hip, pushing her small cotton shorts down over the beautiful curve of her ass, and she reached right for my hardness. My fingers found the wetness between her legs. Our hips instinctively moved closer in arching pleasures and she aimed my cock and then we were fucking. I wasn't trying to wake up any more, it was like riding a drug and the sex was mixing right in. It felt so good, so right, like a new reality we'd stepped into where my being inside her was all there was, and the only thing that mattered. Good Sense pushed through her fog of arousal and sleepiness "Are you wearing a condom?" she whisper moaned. "No," I said and thrust into her strong, as if to say --And see how good this feels? I did it again and again - steady, strong - and she moaned, squeezed me, letting herself get turned on and letting go and Good Sense shut the fuck up and thought --might as well enjoy this. _____ It takes just one time. Once you do something one time, the door is open and your brain and your morals say Fuck You to logic -- we did it once, we gave in, what the fucks the point in going back? The first time you masturbate, the first time you fuck, the first time you suck a dick, the first time you swallow cum, the first time you do whatever it is you do. In this case it was - the first time you fuck him without a condom, and the first time you take his cum inside you. It's hard to go back and say 'you should wear a condom.' You're on the pill, and you've already taken his essence inside you--and it feels good (how good that rush of warm wetness), and then knowing it's there through the night, a part of him inside you, makes you feel like a real connection has been made. You've done it once, might as well keep it up. That's what your fucking brain puts forth as logic. And the exception becomes status quo. ______ She lay back on the bed, legs spread and I on my knees between, still hard cock in hand. "Play with yourself," I said. "I'm all dirty," she said. "That's right," I said, turning the tone. "You're a dirty girl. Now touch yourself for me." She didn't look sure of herself, eyes probing mine for sureness, but she reached down and her fingers found her cunt. "That's it," I said. "Fucking beautiful." She closed her eyes and her fingers dipped inside where I had just pumped yet another load of baby making juice. The slippery shit coated her fingers. I didn't want her to push it out, like some movies do. I wanted that shit to stay in*side* her. Deep up in her. That's what turned me on. _____ I fucked her long and firm, with a steady rhythm like a hydraulic piledriver. One thing I loved about her pussy (besides the fact it felt so damn good) was that I didn't bottom out. Not unless I pressed in real tight and gave those little reaching thrusts--like when I came. I was used to bottoming out. Nearly every girl I'd ever fucked I couldn't get all the way inside, but her, she was built just deep enough. Which was funny because she wasn't real tall. Maybe average height for a girl. Five three or something like that. Don't get me wrong, she was tight enough, too. I dated her twice. The first time I was twenty one and she was eighteen, just out of high school not yet in college. She did whatever the fuck I wanted, though I wasn't pressing for as much then. I was just into slamming my cock home, fuck the shit talking or any of that other shit. And she was real quiet then. Kinda shy and compliant. Several times I wound up fucking her mouth. She'd be laid back on the couch and I'd be over her, my legs on either side, my cock thrusting in and out of her lovely sucking mouth til she swallowed my cum. The first time she swallowed my cum was the very first time she sucked my dick. When I felt it coming on, I told her, like I did with every girl before. When she didn't take her lips off, I whispered it again : "I'm cumming..." And she sucked on. I wondered if she'd really do it. I held back as long as I could, but I was past the point of no return. I let it go, going into spasms. I was standing, and my legs were trembling, subtle jerks, but her lips stayed around my flesh, her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed. Volleys of warm cum spilled onto the back of her tongue, but she didn't let go until I was the one that pulled away. It was the first time a girl swallowed me. I thought to myself how lucky I was to have found her. Pretty, sweet, and didn't need to be talked into anything. I wasn't sure if I should kiss her or not after, so I pulled off her pants and knelt between her legs. My cock swelled again while I kissed and caressed the folds of flesh, my tongue sliding over and in--and when I fucked her again I kissed her deeply. ____ The second time we dated was different. Years had passed. We were both in our twenties by then. She was no longer the shy quiet girl. Not that she was a loud drunk, but she had gained a vibe of confidence that fascinated me. I had almost gotten married to someone else in the intervening years; I don't know what the fuck she'd been doing because she didn't want to talk about ex-es. So she never had a clue, I don't think, about my close call. Though she now did it less, she still enjoyed sucking my cock. She still swallowed. But she no longer enjoyed receiving. I think it was because she just liked straight out fucking better. I don't know. I wondered if it was because my skills were lacking, but I'd made girls cum before doing it. Then I thought maybe it was body image issues on her part, despite how sexy I told her she was... _______ She called me disgusting. I had pulled off my shirt in the park at the university. We sat under a shade tree on the hottest day of the year. A breeze kicked up, and I wanted to feel it. I didn't respond at the time out of shock. She had looked at me with a sneer making her beautiful face ugly and told me it was disgusting when guys "did that." I waited a moment, hoping maybe it was a failure of a joke--because I am built enough, with a four pack if not six--but when she didn't change course I said --- I don't remember what I said, but the subtext was "what the fuck?" When she crawled close in bed that night, wanting me to fuck her, I didn't feel it. Not like I didn't try to feel it. I kissed her back. My hands touched her in the places where only I was allowed. But I could only get about halfway there. Was it her, she wondered. "Talk me up, baby," I said. "Tell me how bad you want it." And she wanted it. My cock when hard is as big as her wrist. She told me. She told me how good it felt, how much she wanted me to fuck her. And my cock did get hard. "Yeah, you want me inside you?" I said. "You want me to make you cum? Fuck you hard and make you moan?" "Yes" the desperate hiss. "Well maybe you should have fucking thought about that when you called me disgusting." And I grabbed my pillow and went to the living room couch. ________ We got past it. Kinda. She never apologized for that, and I tried to ignore it, forget it. We went back to fucking regularly. I came in her so many times we may as well have been married. I'd fuck her twice a night. I'd cum in her and keep fucking her until the second one, which always took longer. Very nice of her to let me work on that skill. We had all our Christmases together. My parents loved her, my sister and my niece loved her. I know I did, too. A proposal crossed my mind more than once. But she kept saying mean shit every now and then, like that day in the park. Maybe once a month, without apology. She treated strangers coldly, every now and then rudeness to a clerk, a waitress - and I thought, do I want to raise a family with that? I first fucked her when she was eighteen. I was twenty one. We'll both be in our thirties, soon. Sometimes I miss her. She's single again, now. Me, too. We talk to each other now and then, and I'm tempted. Despite everything, man, am I tempted. A Word to the Wise I am writing this to warn all of you husbands out there that fantasy is one thing, but reality is something else altogether. Stop and think before you destroy your marriage trying to make a fantasy a reality. You may think that you want your wife to be what some call a 'hot wife' but take it from some one who learned a very hard lesson. No; I am not one of you. I am not the husband of a hot wife. I am the hot wife. Believe me and learn from our experience. You can spend the day thinking about it, dreaming about it, but if you are anything like my husband you will not be able to handle it and it just may destroy your marriage. +++++++++++++++++++++++ My name is Ellen and I am thirty-eight years old. I have been married to Frank for thirteen years and we have two children, a boy of nine and a girl of seven. We have a good life, pretty much the American dream, the house, the picket fence, two cars and basically the whole nine yards. Frank is an engineer and I'm a CPA and I woke from home. Frank is 6'2" and is in great shape at 190 pounds. I am a big girl at 5'8" and have always been a bit heavy. We did not have a red hot sex life, but we enjoyed each other and were best friends. I love my family and I love my husband. Soon after my daughter was born my father, who had always been way overweight, died of a sudden heart attack. It was a wake up call for me and I started going to a gym. I really started to feel and look good. I slimmed down to a size six and my previous 40Ds became 36Cs and I started to buy new clothes. I was pretty proud of myself. Frank was busy working though and he did not seem to notice the difference until one night I walked into the bedroom in some items from Victoria's Secret. He got an eyeful that night and though I didn't know it at the time it fired up his imagination besides firing up our sex lives. ++++++++++++++++++++ Like a lot of husbands (I should say men) Frank surfed the net and spent some time on porn sites. He didn't hide it from me and in fact we shared some of the sites late at night after the kids had been put to bed. Eventually he found this site and he began to role play about me having a lover. I played along because all it was was a fantasy and fantasies are good for romance. It escalated. Frank began to ask me to dress a little more suggestively and I went along because I did like showing off my new figure. Frank would point out guys he would like me to have sex with while he watched and I played along calling him by some other guy's name when we made love. Somewhere along the line Frank started finding personal ads from guys. He would read them to me and I would make comments. Finally, when he started showing me the responses he had gotten, I realized that he was getting carried away, but the more I tried to keep it a fantasy the more he would beg me to just read the ad, just tell him what to say to the guy. From there he asked me to pose in my underwear so he could send a picture. I refused and he begged me for days and I gave in. No faces so it couldn't hurt, right? This went on for months. What had started out as photos of me in just my bra and panties became topless photos that Frank promised were for him only. The next night he was reading me the comments from some guy about how perfect my breasts were. The guy wanted more photos and Frank begged and I told him hell no. For the next two days Frank begged and I finally gave in just to keep the peace. I had no idea what Frank was getting out of all of it, but I was getting nothing out of it. I actually found it quite boring. Then Frank started talking about a guy he corresponded with on the Internet. According to Frank the guy was really cool and good looking and he wanted to get together with us for cocktails. I looked at Frank and asked just what in the hell he expected to happen. Frank said that it would just be drinks and socializing and that nothing would happen that I didn't want to happen. I finally exploded on Frank. This had gone way too far. Frank and I had a pretty big fight and did not even speak to each other for days. Friday night we made up and made love and when I was really hot with Frank doing all the right things to me he brought up the guy again. I was really on fire when Frank said he wanted me to read the guys last email. He had it under the pillow and he pulled it out and handed it to me and I read it while Frank fingered me. This guy wanted to lie on the floor on his back while I stood over him in a mini dress and with no panties on. He wanted me to stand there while he looked at my goodies and masturbated. Frank was manipulating my clitoris as I read the email and my mind envisioned the situation. I began to shudder and climax. It continued to escalate. One evening he came home with a beautiful baby doll nightie. It was black and see through and he wanted me to try it on immediately and made sure that I understood that I was to wear nothing under it. He even got me matching shoes with five inch heels. I went into the bedroom, undressed and put on the nightie and the heels. I looked at myself in the mirror and really realized how much my workouts had helped. My breasts stood straight out with no support required. I was thinking about how much I was about to turn on my husband. I strutted out of the bedroom and found Frank, video camera in hand, shooting video of me. I told him to stop, but he kept shooting as he informed me that one of my Internet lovers had bought the nightie and shoes for me and didn't I think that I owed the man a look? I went berserk! I grabbed an ashtray off the table and threw it at him and made so much noise that I work up the kids. We really had a fight that night and Frank did not bring it up again for two weeks. Then, after making up, he started talking about it again one night while we were playing with each other. While fingering my clit he told me that he had sent the video to the man and the man had sent one back showing himself masturbating while watching me. I refused to watch the video, but I do admit that the thought made me horny and Frank kept saying "What does it hurt?" +++++++++++++++++++++++ Joe began to become my husband's fantasy. Frank came home one night with a Nordstrom's shopping bag. Another present. I told him to throw it in the trash and that I wasn't going to go through another nightie incident. He showed me the receipt to prove that he had bought it and told me that he wanted to play out Joe's fantasy. Just him and I and no cameras. Seemed safe so I agreed to do it. After the kids were in bed I put on the black mini dress and heels and when I came out of the bedroom Frank was lying on the floor. I walked over to him and stood over him, one foot on each side of his head. He laid there looking at my bare pussy and started to jack off. I felt a little naughty, but what the hell, he was my husband right? His hand moved faster and faster and then he spurted. The white stuff came straight up out of his cock like a geyser. I got a little weak in the knees as I imagined that blob of cum shooting straight up until it hit my pussy. Frank was looking up at me with a smile on his face and said: "Wow honey; that was great. Joe is going to love that." We played the game the next evening except after a couple of minutes my knees bent and I was down and riding Frank before he could cum. "Is this what you are going to do to Joe" he asked. I moaned, "Yeah baby; I'm going to fuck his brains out." Frank went nuts jamming his hips up at me and driving his cock deep until he came. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ That happened on a Thursday night. The following Saturday Frank was going to take me out for our anniversary. The kids were going to spend the weekend with my parents so we were free. We went downtown for dinner and after we had eaten Frank told me that he had a surprise for me. He had taken a room at the Grand Marriott. He pulled a suitcase out of the trunk of the car and we checked in and went up to a really nice room with a great view of the city. When we got to the room Frank opened the suitcase and took out the mini dress. The dress was really short and really not all that appropriate to be out and about in, but Frank insisted that we go down to the bar for at least one drink. I figured what the hell; we weren't likely to see anyone we knew. Then he wanted me to wear the heels my 'lover' had bought me. Just before leaving the room Frank told me to take off my panties. I complained, but I let him talk me into it. I could feel the cool air on my pussy as we walked down the hall. It felt pretty good and three whiskey sours later it felt very good. I was going to attack my husband when we got back to our room. Frank opened the door and I was about halfway in when I stopped and screamed. There was a man lying on the floor at the foot of our bed. I stood there shaking and Frank held me from behind or I would have fallen. Frank's voice was calm as he said: "Honey, I want you to meet Joe." I turned to face him. "Are you fucking crazy?" "Don't panic on me Honey; he is really a nice guy. He just has a fantasy. We can all have some fun here." I was a bit tipsy, but I wasn't crazy, I stared at my husband and asked: "How do you know this guy? For all you know he could be an axe murderer. Some kind of serial killer." "I know him. He is okay. He won't hurt you. I promise. You have nothing to fear. He just wants to admire you." I turned and looked at the guy who was lying there looking up at us. He was tall, lanky, fully dressed and probably ten or fifteen years younger than us. Frankly, he looked retarded. He had a head full of curly red hair and I remember thinking that he looked like a clown. As I stood there about four feet from him I realized that he was already looking up my mini dress. Frank's hips gently pressed against mine urging me closer. I resisted and he pressed harder. My feet didn't move, but my hips swayed toward the pervert at my feet. His eyes moved slightly and he inched closer to me. Frank was behind me, holding me and keeping me from running. His cock pressing against my ass. I suddenly remembered that I wasn't wearing panties and I pictured for a second what I must look like from down below. Frank was pushing me forward and my feet bumped against the guy's head and I almost fell forward. I spread my feet to keep my balance and I ended up standing directly over the guy giving him what Frank told me that the guy wanted – a look straight up at my uncovered pussy. I looked down expecting to see the stranger's face looking back up at me or, more to the point, my pussy. Instead, looking down between my cleavage I saw that he was almost completely underneath me. I leaned forward and looked down. His eyes were locked on my pussy. Frank released his hold on me and his hands went to my breasts and he began to caress them. Along with asking me not to wear panties with the mini dress Frank had also asked me to go braless and his hands eased my breasts out of the dress as he worked on them. It was making me HOT! Frank was behind me running the palms of his hands over my nipples and the feeling was electric. He was humping me from behind and his cock rubbing against my ass was sending ripples of want through my body. Frank changed position and started sucking on my right breast and I shuddered with pleasure. I almost didn't notice the soft hands that began to caress my inner thighs. My hips began to rotate side to side working Frank's cock against my ass. The hands moved higher and I moaned when they brushed against the lips of my pussy. Then they were moving up and down my slit and making contact with my bare clitoris. I moaned and Frank pushed his cock harder at my ass. The hands moved away and I felt movement at my feet and then something warm and wet made contact with my pussy. I looked down again and saw that this stranger, this Joe, was sitting up, my mini dress pushed high and his face was against my pussy. He licked up and down my slit, sucked on my clit and then he pushed his tongue into me. This guy was like a reptile and his tongue was fucking my pussy. And quite frankly I was now pushing back at the greedy mouth. Frank realized that something was going on and he loosened his grip on me and moved around to see Joe with his face plastered against my pussy. Frank just stood there staring. I moved back and away from Joe trying to understand what was happening and I sat down on the bed. Frank sat down beside me and then lay down and pulled me down with him. Frank's mouth went to my right breast and I took his head in both hands and pulled him to me. He worked the nipple and I moaned. I felt my legs being moved apart and Joe moved between them intent on his target. Frank looked down at Joe and said: "Can you give us a minute?" If Joe heard Frank he ignored him and his mouth kept working on my pussy and sending electric shocks through my body. Frank had eaten my pussy innumerable times, but he had never given me the sensations I was getting from Joe. Frank whispered in my ear: "Do you want me to stop him?" I shook my head no. Frank looked down at me and I told him to work on my breasts. Instead he got up and moved. I thought he was changing into a more comfortable position, but he sat down with his back against the headboard and watched. Joe saw that my breasts were bared and he moved up and took the left one in his mouth. I wanted to scream at him to get back down and keep working on my pussy, but he nipped my nipple and sent a shock through my body and I arched up at him. At the same time that I noticed I did not feel the fabric of his jeans against my thigh I felt something blunt pushing against my pussy lips. My mind was spinning. It felt so wide. It met resistance as it pushed forward. I'd had two eight pound babies and I was no virgin. It felt like a baseball bat was being pushed into me. It slid forward a little, then a little more and then still more and it kept on coming. When I finally felt his balls hit my ass I felt like an elephant had crawled up into me. I had never felt anything like it before. He pulled out almost all the way and then he pushed back in. He did it twice more and before he was all the way back in the third time I climaxed. I pulled his mouth down to mine and shoved my tongue in and moaned as he fucked me. One climax turned into another. It was unending and I was fucking back as hard as I could and I could hear Frank above me whining: "You weren't supposed to fuck her." Joe was fucking me hard now. You guys reading this can't possibly have any idea of how it feels to be penetrated. To have a huge cock stretching you; pushing in, reaching every nerve. I was on fire. The door slamming brought me back to reality. I looked behind me, then around the room and realized I was being fucked by a perfect stranger and my husband had just left. Left me alone with a man I'd never seen before. Joe's hips were like a jackhammer. I began to climax yet again and then I felt his cock expand and pulse and then it was like a hose going off in my pussy. Oh God, not even a condom. I started to cry. Joe slowly got off me. He said nothing. This stranger had flooded my pussy and we had not yet even spoken one word to each other. He looked sheepishly at me as he walked slowly to the bathroom. I reached over and grabbed a white terrycloth robe that Frank had brought with us and I wrapped it around me and sat quietly weeping on the bed. The door to the bathroom opened and Joe came out. He was still naked and I saw that baseball bat for the first time. It was every bit of ten inches long and about four inches in diameter. Not that I have had all that much experience, but I had never seen anything like that before. Not even in the porn flicks that Frank had brought home. When Joe spoke for the first time I got the impression he was a lot younger than I had originally thought. "Where did Frank go" he asked. "I don't know." His eyes fixed on the front of my robe and I glanced down and saw that my left breast was completely exposed. I moved my hand to close the robe and he sat down beside me. "Am I in trouble?" I said nothing. I couldn't help but look at his cock and I saw that it was still hard. "Are you never done" I asked and he gave me a shy smile. I reached over and wrapped my hand around his hard pole and then I got up and still holding his cock I led him over to the wall. I spread my legs and turned to face the wall and he got the message. His cock slid up into what had suddenly become my hot pussy and I moaned. I had seen this in one of Frank's video clips. Frank was too small to do it, but Joe? Joe was just perfect. We were hard at it when Frank came back into the room. He looked at us and walked back out. I didn't know it at the time, but he went down to the car and drove off leaving me behind. Joe fucked me two more times that night and when we found that Frank had abandoned me Joe drove me home. He fucked me one more time on the backseat of his car in our driveway before I kissed him goodbye. ++++++++++++++++++++ I can tell you that fantasy is one thing, but reality is something else. Frank and I are getting along almost as good as we were before, but Frank had to go into therapy. It was months before he could even get it up for me. I can tell you that a woman can not have that kind of experience and not want more of it. Joe called me at home two weeks after this occurred and wanted to know if I would do it again. I tried to dissuade him, but he kept calling and in the end it was me who wanted to do it again only without Frank being around or aware. So my advice to all of you who are tempted to bring your fantasies to life? DON"T!!!!!!!!!