14 comments/ 126706 views/ 8 favorites Becoming A Slut Wife: Liz By: Just Plain Bob Why do women fuck around in their own homes? I know that it is where they feel most comfortable, being in their own surroundings, but they have to know that sooner or later their significant other is going to come home or swing by the house to pick something up. I had a night job, eleven-thirty to eight in the morning and one Friday I cut my hand on the job and I got off work early. When I pulled up at the house all the lights were on and there were several cars parked outside. I heard music and laughter and I heard a loud voice say, " God, would you look at those nipples." My wife Liz has great tits and her nipples stick out like little tiny erect cocks. Was she showing them to somebody? I decided to do a little snooping before I barged in. I walked around to a side window and looked into the house. I saw Liz dancing in the middle of the room in front of five of my closest buddies. She was wearing a skirt and that was all and she was doing her best to imitate a stripper. Mike motioned her over to him and she squatted in front of him and swayed from side to side while he ran a hand up her leg. Dave had a video camera going and Liz danced over to him and lifted her skirt to show him her bare pussy and Dave bent down and zoomed right in on it. Then he reached out and stuck a finger in her cunt and Liz humped his hand and then she went back to Mike who had his pants off by then and she got down on all fours and started to suck his cock. The other guys started taking off their clothes and Dave handed the camera to Leroy and moved up behind Liz and started to work himself into her. I wondered just how long this had been going on. Liz was by no means a virgin when I married her, but then neither was I. But she never had been promiscuous and I'd never heard that she'd had any more than one lover at a time. We had been married for three years and as far as I knew our sex life was fabulous so why was she doing what she was doing? The guys took turns fucking Liz and she always had one in her mouth and one in her pussy. When they had all fucked her at least once I got another surprise and it made me mad - very, very mad. Liz had always refused me her ass, but as I watched through the window the guys worked on her ass with fingers and thumbs and then I watched as she sat down on Mike and then leaned forward so Leroy could move in behind her and start sliding his cock up her shit hole. Mike and Leroy got a rhythm going and they fucked her for a good ten minutes before both of them came and when they both pulled away from her she looked around and saw Casey and Dave and she crooked a finger at them and they went over to her and Dave took her pussy while Casey moved behind her. My blood boiled as I watched Liz use both of her hands to pull her ass cheeks apart so that Casey had easy access. The two guys fucked her for about ten minutes and then Casey got off in her ass and then got out of the way so that Jim could slide into her shit tunnel. Then, in addition to being mad, I got disgusted. Leroy walked to her head and offered her his cock and Liz opened her mouth and started to suck him. Leroy had been in her ass and hadn't washed his cock, but she sucked him anyway. Liz took every one of the five in her ass and then sucked their cocks even though not one of the guys washed after using her ass and then they all took a break. Dave put the tape in the VCR and they sat around drinking as they watched what they had just done. Then they started fucking Liz again and they all took turns as she lay on the floor and watched herself on tape. Each one of the guys had come in her at least three times during the time I had watched. They started to get dressed and I got in my car and drove a couple of blocks away and parked. I sat there for an hour and thought about what I had just seen and what I was going to do about it. I decided that I would wait until my regular time to go home and that I wouldn't let on that I knew what she had done. I knew what else I was going to do, but I was going to wait a couple of days before I did it. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The following Monday I called in sick to work and told Liz we were going to a party. About seven that night I pulled up and parked outside of a warehouse on the Lower East Side of town. The place was lit up and there were several cars and motorcycles parked around it. I walked Liz into the warehouse and turned on the lights and Liz saw seventeen guys standing there. Before I had married her I had belonged (still belonged - you are never out once in) to a motor cycle club. When I got married I had to sell my scooter to get the down payment on our house, but it had always been my intention to buy another one as soon as I was able. The boys weren't anywhere near being Hells Angels, but they were still a pretty rough bunch. "What's this?" Liz wanted to know. I looked at her, "Why it's pretty much your kind of party Liz. When I came home early the other night and saw you fucking all my friends I figured that you liked groups so I got you a group." Liz turned white and I grabbed her by the arm and drug her over to a couch and while a couple of guys held her I ripped her clothes off of her. Then I bent her forward over the back of the couch. "But before I turn you over to them I have something to take care of. You never would let me fuck you in your ass, but I watched you take five of my supposedly good friends in there so I decided not to ask you for it any more. I'm just going to take it." I had my cock out and I positioned it at the entrance to her ass and then I shove forward as hard as I could. Liz screamed as it entered her but after a minute or so her screams turned to whimpers. It took me five minutes to blow my load into her and when I pulled out I had shit, blood and cum all over my cock. I walked around and stuck my cock in her face and she turned her head aside. "What's the matter Liz? You did it for five of my buddies the other night." I held her head in both hands and told Sam to pinch her nose. When she opened her mouth to breathe I shoved my filthy cock into her mouth. "Suck it you unfaithful bitch." When she had my cock clean enough to suit me I pulled out of her mouth and tucked my cock back into my pants. "Fuck her till she bleeds guys. Keep her as long as you want. When you are done with her just dump her on my front lawn." Then I said to Liz, "If you want to come in and talk you can. If not, send me a post card and tell me where you want me to send your stuff." As I walked out the door Liz called out, "Wait Danny, please don't leave me here" and I ignored her and walked out. When I left the warehouse I went over to Mike's house and his wife Cindy let me in. Mike was watching TV and he gave me a big smile and got out of the easy chair and walked toward me with a smile on his face and his hand out for a shake and I nailed him right in the mouth. He went down like a bag of cement and I turned to Cindy and told her why I had done it. She looked from him to me and then back at him and then she walked over and kicked him twice in the ribs. By the time I got to Leroy's house Mike had recovered enough to get the word out and his wife told me he wasn't there. I told her why I had come by and to pass the word to him that I would be looking for him. The same thing happened at Dave's place but when I told his wife Nancy why I was there she pulled me inside. "That rotten bastard told me he was playing cards with you that night and then the son of a bitch told me you had won all his money and he didn't have any to give me to get my hair done." Then she drug me to her bedroom, "You want revenge on the bastard, well so do I." Nancy was one hell of a piece of ass and I can't for the life of me figure out why Dave was fucking around on her. Casey was gone when I got to his place and I repeated the story again for his wife. She made me describe what I'd seen in detail and then she told me that she would like to ask me in but she couldn't because her kids were still up. "Call me in a day or two" she said as I was leaving. The last one on the list was Jim and he was also gone when I got there. When I told his wife Alisha what I was there for she didn't believe me. "Jim would never have done something like that to you." I told her what I had seen and that it wasn't a figment of my imagination. She looked at me in disbelief and I turned and left. I was only halfway down the walk when I heard her holler for me to wait up. I turned to see her coming down the steps after me. "You want to help a girl get some revenge of her own?" +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ That was two days ago and as of this morning Liz is still in the warehouse. Sam tells me that she keeps begging for them to let her go, "She can't walk and her cunt and ass are so loose that you can't feel her when you're in her so we will probably bring her home this afternoon." I said, "Make sure that you dump her naked. I want the whole neighborhood to see the slut walking up to the front door." He laughed, "I'm sure glad I'm on your good side." Liz was dumped naked on my front lawn about five that afternoon, just as most of the working people in the neighborhood were coming home from work. I made her stay on the front porch banging on the door for a good five minutes before I let her in. She is sleeping on a cot in the living room right now. I made her take a bath before I would even let her do that - she was a fucking mess! When she wakes up we will talk. How it will go I haven't any idea. The sad fact is that I do love the stupid cunt and I'm not going to get rid of her unless I absolute have to. But even after we talk she will still be sleeping on the cot for a while because Alisha and I are using the bedroom. She called Jim and told him where she was and then told him that if he wanted her all he had to do was come and get her. So far he hasn't shown up and I'm betting that he won't. Alisha will eventually go home to him, but not before she rubs his nose in it real bad. Me, I don't really care one way or another. She is a damn good piece of ass and she can stay as long as she wants, but when she goes Mike's wife has indicated she would like some revenge, Leroy's wife has called, Casey's wife already had told me to call her in a couple of days and I've already fucked Dave's wife and she has called wanting to know if we can do it again. I might not be punching anyone else out, but I don't think I have to in order to get my revenge. Fucking their wives will do just fine. Becoming A Slut Wife: Louise I've come to the conclusion that the only thing worse than not knowing that your wife is cheating on you is knowing that she is. It's like that Country Western song, "I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then." What makes it even worse is that I see the guy she's fucking everyday when I go to work - he's my boss. My wife has admitted to the affair and has made me promise not to say anything about it because she wants to keep on fucking him, but doesn't want him to know that I know. That means that every day I go to work and have to talk to him I know that behind that fucking smile of his he is laughing at me and thinking to himself, "I'm fucking your wife Jack and she's loving it." Why am I going along with it? Why haven't I clocked his sorry ass? Why haven't I tossed the unfaithful bitch out onto the street? Because I love the stupid bitch and because he has managed to turn her into a fuck crazy slut. Since she started the affair with him she has become an insatiable sex machine and I'm loving it a whole lot more than I probably should. My mom and dad warned me when I was still single to be careful about what I brought home from work with me. Both of them told me that the way to keep peace in the house is to leave work at work when you come home. Did I listen to them? Does any kid listen to his parents when they are passing out advice? Hell no, but they were right and I should have listened to them. My wife Louise is a very strong willed and assertive woman; she is also overbearing, judgmental and contemptuous of those who do not agree with her. I knew when I married her that I was going to need a strong hand to control her and the patience of a Saint to put up with some of the stuff she comes up with, but even knowing her as well as I did I never expected her to do what she did. I came home one day following a very bad day at work. Louise asked me how my day went and I told her. The problem was that I made it sound worse than it really was and when Louise wanted to know why I hadn't done this, or done that I just shrugged my shoulders and forgot about it - but Louise didn't. I began to get suspicious when Louise started working late two or three days a week. She had been at that job for twelve years and had never before had to work late in the evenings. What made me pretty sure that she was having an affair was one day I noticed that she had on a pair of black lace panties when she got home and undressed. I remembered seeing her put on a pair of pink ones that morning when she dressed for work. When she got into bed and I kissed her goodnight she smelled of soap and it was a fresh smell. Why would she have taken a bath before coming home? Where would she have taken a bath? She was eager to make love and her pussy was hot and wet and when I mentioned it to her she said it was because sex with me was all that she had been thinking about for most of the day. After we finished I got up to go to the bathroom and while there I looked in the dirty clothes hamper. The black lace panties had a white crust in the crotch area and I knew right away that it was dried cum. When I got back in bed I said, "Who is it and how long has it been going on?" She looked up at me and frowned, "What in the world are you talking about?" I told her about the panties in the hamper and about the change in panties that I'd noticed and then I said, "And your pussy was hot and wet because some one else has fucked you today and not too long before you got home." I expected her to come up with some bullshit story about how she kept a spare pair of panties at the office in case of accidents, but she didn't; all she said was "It's your boss Mel, and it has been going on for three months now." I stared down at her, "Do you love him; are we talking separation and divorce here?" "No silly, I love you and only you and I'll never leave you. But I guess that you might want to throw me out now and I wouldn't blame you." I do have to admit that I was somewhat amazed by that - I love you, would never leave you - this coming from a woman who had been cheating on me for three months. "How did it happen?" The day after I had told her about my bad day at work I had a dentist's appointment and didn't go to work. Louise also works downtown in a building that is only two blocks from the one I work in. During the morning she left her job, went to my place of employment and barged into my boss's office. She then proceeded to give him hell over the way he had been treating me; overloading me with projects with unreasonable deadlines, etc, etc, etc. Melvin got up from his desk, walked past her, closed and locked his office door and then come back to where she was standing. He took her in his arms and said, "God, but I do love a forceful woman" and then he had kissed her. She had tried to push him away but he would not release her or break the kiss. His tongue was probing her mouth and she had found it strangely exciting to be in his office in the middle of the morning being kissed. She said she hadn't even been aware that she was returning it until he released her and she stayed glued to him. His hands had dropped to her skirt hem and he had raised it up to her waist and without being told, asked, or even aware she was doing it, she had taken the skirt and held it while he had used his hands to push down her panties. "I must have you" Mel had said and then he took her right on his desk. She said she had never felt so wicked or sexually alive as when he pushed her back and mounted her like a stud horse claiming a brood mare that was his by right. She had orgasmed twice while Melvin had fucked her. When he came he had pulled out of her, walked around his desk to where her head had been, pushed his cock at her mouth and had told her to suck him hard and she had done it. When he was stiff he moved back around the desk, pulled her up, turned her around and bent her over the desk and then he had taken her from behind. "He used me! He took what he wanted and I loved it. He used me like a whore off the street - he treated me like a two-bit slut. As he fucked me bent over that desk it was just a hard driving cock and a hungry cunt - not a man and a woman having sex - just a hard cock and a hungry cunt. I can't explain it. If you had tried something like that with me I would have hit you over the head with a cast iron skillet, but from him I couldn't get enough. After he had cum in me the second time he told me - he didn't ask - just told me to go to the Hilton, get a room and call him with the room number and then get ready for him. And I did it. On the way I stopped at Victoria's Secret and got some sexy lingerie, rented a room and got ready for him. He showed up an hour after I called him and then he fucked me for most of the afternoon. He's been fucking me three and four times a week for the last three months and I'm afraid that isn't the worst of it. He shares me with his friends and customers. I'm a regular whore Jack. I'm Melvin's slut and the worst thing about it is that I love it. "I love you Jack, and I love the way you love me. I love your tenderness, your sweetness and I love the way you make love to me and I don't want to lose that, but I want the other kind of sex also. There is something inside me that makes me want to be treated like a whore. When Melvin first brought another man with him he walked into the room and said 'This is Darin. Suck his cock while I make us a couple of drinks' and I did it Jack. I didn't say hey, wait just a minute here. Just who do you think you are, hold on buddy I didn't agree to any of this stuff. He told me to do it and so I did. I didn't say a word; I just walked over to Darin, went to my knees and sucked his cock. Then for the rest of the afternoon the two of them took turns on me. I loved having two cocks in me at the same time. Hell, I love having three in me at the same time. I even did a gangbang for him once, but I didn't like it much and I told him not to do it again and so far he hasn't, but I'm sure that sooner or later he will try to do it again. I really didn't mind servicing six guys, but I didn't like their attitude. They treated me like some twenty-dollar whore off the street and I didn't like it. I know that sounds strange to you, that I didn't like how they treated me, but when Mel treats me that way I love it. I just can't explain it. I come home from being treated like a slut by Mel and you make love to me and cuddle with me and when I get up in the morning I'm determined to not see Mel anymore. Then he calls me and tells me where he wants to meet me and I'm there half an hour early and waiting for whatever he wants me to do. "I know I can't explain it baby because I don't even understand it myself. Please Jack, understand that I love you, that I need you, but a part of me also needs what Mel is doing to me. Don't make me stop baby. I'll do whatever I have to do to keep you, but don't make me stop. I will if you say I have to, but please don't make me. I'll make it up to you some how, I promise. Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it - anything baby, anything at all." I told her to give me some time to think about it and we fell asleep. I did think about it and the more I thought about it the more I thought that I might just like this exciting new slut in my life. I certainly got turned on thinking about her with two, three and more guys fucking her. The next day at breakfast I said, "You said you would do anything to make it up to me if I don't make you stop seeing Mel. Did you really mean it - anything?" and she said yes. "If I have Roger over here some night (Roger is my best friend and Louise hates him with a passion) will you do the same things with me and Roger that you did with Mel and Darin?" No hesitation on her part, "Yes!" "What if I had a poker game one night and told you to treat the boys right, would you take all of them on for me?" Again I got a firm yes. Not that I planned on doing either of those things, at least not for now, but I was testing the waters. "Okay" I told her, "Here is what I want you to do. Mel took something from me that was mine and I want him to give something back. The regional managers position is open and I want you to get Mel to give the job to me (you might say that I was selling out - the job meant a $17,000 a year raise, plus expense account and company car). You can tell him you want to be able to spend more time with him. The job means I'll be gone two or three days a week a couple of weeks a month. That means you can spend a couple of nights a week with him. Louise smiled and got up and went to the phone. She punched in a number from memory, waited a moment and said, "Hi, it's me. Yeah, I think I can be there by then. Listen, you know that thing you talked to me about the other day? No, not that. What you said about Jack. Yeah, that's it. I brought it up at dinner last night and I think he will take the job if you offer it to him. No lover, all I said was that I'd heard Charley was leaving and I asked him if he was going to try for the job. H e said that he'd thought about it, but didn't think he had a chance. He said that for some strange reason you had been acting funny around him for about three months now and he'd gotten the impression you didn't care for him. Is that true lover? Have you been letting our little arrangement affect how you act around him? Well make sure you don't. No, you know Jack, he won't ask, but if you were to offer I think he might take it. What does it pay? Offer him twenty to make sure he goes for it. Okay, I'll be there." She hung up the phone. "Done. She what having your own personal whore can do for you? Mel mentioned the other day he'd like you to take the job so we could spend some nights together. That one was easy. The Roger thing is going to be hard for me to do, but I will baby - just tell me when." I got the regional manager's job and it has indeed taken me out of town on the average of 2.6 days a week. The nights I'm gone I call home and the conversation goes something like this: Hello? Hi, is he there? Yes. Has he fucked you? Yes. Is he fucking you now? No (although sometimes the answer is yes). Did you suck his cock? Yes. Is he going to fuck you again? I certainly hope so. You fucking slut, you're loving this aren't you? Yes I do, and I love you too and I want you to hurry home so I can fuck your brains out. Careful. The fact that I'm letting you get away with this shit proves I don't have much in the way of brains to begin with. I did make "the Roger thing" happen and, surprise, surprise Louise no longer hates him. It turns out that Roger has a ten-inch dick, Louise fell in love with it and now Roger is her new best buddy (I knew he had a big dick, but I had never seen any reason to tell her). Louise has started to bug me about setting up the poker game, "I can't wait to show you how big a slut I really am" and I suppose I'm going to have to do it. I won't have any trouble finding six guys willing to play some cards and fuck Louise; the problem is going to be finding guys who will keep their mouths shut. Louise may be a slut now, but I sure don't want the world to know. It might change things and right now I'm having too much fun. Becoming a Slut Wife: Lucy Scenes We'd Like to See: Becoming a Slut Wife: Lucy © 2006 by Just Plain Bullet "Harder, Ralph! Fuck me harder!" Lucy was thrashing beneath me on the verge of a mammoth orgasm. With a deep gruff voice I said, "I'll fuck you hard and you'll like it, baby." "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah, Ralph. No one fucks me like you do. Oh, God, I'm going over..." Lucy's eyes were closed as her body clenched in the throes of orgasm. Her spasming pussy pulled me along with her and I came with a loud groan. We both collapsed onto the bed. "That was one of the best, honey", I said with a contented smile. Lucy agreed. "Ricky, you are so good to me." She rolled to her side and closed her eyes. In what seemed like an instant she was asleep. We've reached the stage in our sex lives that we enjoy a bit of role playing. Hence the "Ralph" moniker. Ralph is this big burley blue collar type guy who lives down the street from us. His kid is the street bully, but Ralph himself is okay when taken in small doses. And he definitely has the hots for Lucy. I'm Rich; Rich Adams. I was Rich my entire life until I started dating Lucy. Suddenly it was 'Ricky and Lucy' – 'Lucy and Ricky'. Everyone thought it was so fucking funny. Except for me. What the heck. Lucy is a great looking woman, at least to me. Most people agree she's the best looking mother on the block, if that means anything. We get along well. Our interests coincide. I guess I could put up with people calling me 'Ricky'. We dated, got married, had a kid or two – I think it's two. Moved to the neighborhood. Joined the PTA. Entered a bowling league. Bitched about property taxes. Argued from time to time. And tried to fit a sex life into our day to day existence. So this role playing gig has been working out pretty well. I'm a natural born mimic. Always have been. I do Bogie and the Duke; Jimmy Cagney, Carey Grant. I do a great Donald Duck. And ever since Lucy and I got together, my Desi Arnez has been perfecto. "Lucy, You've got some splainin' to do! AH, HAH HAH HAH HAH!!" Yeah I'm a big hit at parties. I did most of my teachers in high school. I was famous for my take on Mr. Weaver, my chemistry teacher. So it goes without saying that I've got most of my friends and a lot of the guys in the neighborhood down cold. So when we role play, we ROLE PLAY! Lucy closes her eyes and I do Ralph or Petie or John Davis, or Jimmy Witmer. Just about any of our acquaintances. So she can imagine she's fucking some semi-stranger. But here's my secret, a secret I haven't even told Lucy. Like a lot of guys, I kind of get off on the idea of my wife fucking other men. I know that puts me in some category of wimp/cuckold to some people. I don't know, it just appeals to me. Of course, we've never done anything like that. But I can't say the thought hasn't occurred to me. I don't know if it has occurred to Lucy. I never asked her. But I've got a plot going now. I've been thinking on it for quite a while and now I guess it's time that I shit or get off of the pot. Next weekend it goes down. My plan is simple; simple but devious. Have a little party just for the two of us. Ply her with a bit of the old bubbly. Make sure she is flying high and feeling raunchy. Get her into bed and get her started by doing a medley of my greatest hits in bed: Ralph followed by Joey Gallo maybe, a bit of John Davis, who Lucy thinks is sexy. By the time I've gotten myself off, she'll be ready for round two. I plan on having three or four actual friends in the rec room waiting their turn. With Lucy too hot to think about it, she'll be in the middle of a gang bang before she knows it. Simple. I recruited the guys I thought most likely to agree. Ralph was a sure thing from the beginning. He's always been hitting on Lucy. Whenever Lucy was outside gardening in a pair of shorts, Petie Jordan was usually hanging around his porch watching. I figured him for a possible entrant in the Lucy sweepstakes. John Davis? Well John Davis is just a scuzzbag slime ball. Of course he'll be happy for the opportunity of fucking Lucy, with or without my permission. If these guys were willing, I suppose three guys at a gang bang (plus one or course - me) was probably enough for Lucy's initiation. Maybe in the future we could go for more guys, but really, you reach a point where it is just a bit tacky. Just overboard a bit, don't you know? I talked to each guy individually. They all reacted about the same. 'What?!! You kiddin' me? Where's the candid camera? Are you sure? Are you serious? Shit, man I'm in!' Or something like that. My target day was Saturday night. The various wives of the participants were informed of an alleged poker game being held at my house that night to be attended by each one's husband. Of course, this wasn't mentioned to my wife. I planned to surprise her on Saturday night with the fucking of her life. Since most of us in the neighborhood were only casual acquaintances, there was little chance of Lucy talking to a wife and learning about the poker game. Came the fateful day. I had convinced Lucy to stash the kids at thes' place. Lucy's mother was always eager to take the opportunity to bad mouth me to my kids. By early evening my plan was well in gear. I had two bottles of champagne on ice. The first one was a bottle of Mumm's Cordon Rouge. The second was some cheap shit. I figure by the time you get to the second bottle, you can't really taste it that much anyway, so why waste money on the good stuff? By 7 PM, Lucy was well on the way to being shit-faced. We watched some romantic chick flick, the kind that really gets her juices flowing. I chose "The Bridges of Madison County". First, I do a fairly accurate Clint Eastwood: "A man's got to know his limitations." Second, it's about an extramarital affair. I wanted Lucy to be thinking in that direction. Third, Clint takes his shirt off and rubs his body with water. Lucy always gets hot during that scene. And finally, the ending is a major tear jerker. Why that gets a woman hot I'll never understand. But I'm not shy about taking advantage of that fact. When the movie finished, I picked up Lucy and carried her up to our bedroom. My timing was perfect. I flipped the back porch light switch a few times so the boys would know to sneak in the kitchen and tiptoe down to the basement rec room. They were to stay there till I gave them the signal to join in. As I walked, I became Ralph, with his deep voice and blunt mannerisms. I fondled Lucy's sweet little tits on the way up; somewhat roughly I might add. And every now and then my left hand snuck a feel of her increasingly damp pussy. I had her going all right. Tonight was going to be really special. I dropped her on the bed none too gently and began tearing her clothes off of her. In a softer voice with a bit of a Southern drawl I said, "Luce, you know I've wanted you ever since we made out at the New Year's Eve party." Lucy still had her eyes closed. She replied "Me too, Petie." Suddenly Lucy's eyes flashed open with a look of fear in them. Caught! I just smiled benignly as I continued to strip her. In Petie mode I said, "Tonight I'm going to give you what we both wanted then. Just lay back and relax little darlin' and let Petie take care of you." Lucy closed her eyes and quickly got back into the mood. Quickly? More like frantically. Her body was rubbing against my hands as the clothes flew off of her. She began to moan. She was on the bed, naked, with her arms back over her head; completely open to sexual assault. My clothes were gone in an instant and I climbed between her legs. The need for foreplay had been eliminated by the two bottles of wine, the movie, and some dirty talk. So instead of a slow buildup I dove straight for her cunt. My tongue slid between her lips for a taste test. She tasted good. She tasted ready. My lips clamped around her clit. Lucy let out a high-pitched squeal. "Oh God, Petie! Eat me! Suck it good, Petie!" Lucy's hips began to slam up from the bed into my mouth. I slid a one finger, then two into her eager pussy. She was building up rapidly to her release. But I'm too much of a prick to let her off so easily. I began to slow her down a bit, lessening the pressure on her clit. I reversed my fingers and drummed once or twice on her G-spot just to remind her that I was still there. She couldn't take it any longer. "Fuck me, Petie! Stick it in me." I personally had enough of Petie, the motherfucker. Sniffing around my woman at parties as if I wouldn't notice. Instead I changed over into John Davis mode. John's voice has a bit of a lilt and he always seems to be about to laugh. Everything seems to amuse him and he always is on the make. For some reason it didn't piss me off when he hit on my wife. He hit on everyone's wife. He was an equal opportunity motherfucker. "Lucy, I'm gonna stick this in you and take you for a magic ride." Lucy caught on immediately. Her eyes still closed she said, "Come on, John. Do it. Don't you be fooling with me! I need that dick of yours right now!" I positioned my cock head between her pussy lips and slid in to the hilt in a single stroke. Lucy moaned once and we were off! I began slamming into her. Dang I was pretty hot myself by this time, imagining her with these other guys. I was even hotter knowing that in a few minutes John, Ralph, and Petie would be doing her for real. We got into the rhythm of fucking. We weren't doing the foxtrot or any damn slow dance. We were doing the horizontal Tango, fast and furious. I shouted out some John Davis comments to keep her going. And just as I felt that both of us were really close, I leaned my mouth next to Lucy's ear and Petie whispered to her, "This time it's for real darlin'." Lucy screamed and began to cum. And cum. And cum! I was squirting my milky load into her until I thought it would never stop. But stop it did. I rolled off of her. Lucy lay there with her eyes closed, coming down from the high. She murmured, "That was so good, Ricky. You sure know how to push my buttons." I smiled. Now was the time to say it. "We're not done yet, Lucy. The real Ralph, Petie, and John are down in the basement waiting for their turns. We'll give you the fucking of your life tonight." Lucy laughed, delighted. "You are so funny, Ricky. Your perverted mind never ceases to amuse me. Next week you can make believe you are that humongous black guy you work with, Clarence Johnson. And I'll pretend that Little Ricky is a really Big Dick." I said, "Huh??" Lucy rolled over and closed her eyes. Already I could hear that little snore sound she makes emitting from her somnolent form. I said, "What the fuck?" The bitch was asleep! Now what? I wandered from the bedroom down the stairs, then down more stairs into the basement rec room. The three guys were in various states of undress. All three looked at me expectantly as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I said, "Any of you guys up for a circle jerk?"