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Erica's Debut

By: pervinplainpackage



My wife Erica and I have been together for over twenty years. We're both in our mid-forties and, though she's had two kids, she still looks ten years younger and there's not a stretch mark on her body. She's not a diet and exercise nut, but she's naturally well shaped and very, very sexy. Her breasts are a large B cup or a small C, and because she always wears a bra, they are still firm and perky without the slightest bit of sag. I still get an erection every time I see her naked, but I have to admit that hasn't happened very often lately. We both have good intentions, but our sex life has dwindled down to maybe once or twice a month, at best.

So I started to turn to the internet for porn. Every night, several hours after everyone else in the house had gone to bed, I'd sit alone in my home office and surf for pictures that excited me. At first it was the standard stuff, pictures of naked women, and couples fucking and sucking. I especially liked pictures that featured women going down on me that featured the woman's face and the guy's cock. Pictures like this of blonde, blue-eyed, pale-skinned women (like my wife) sucking on big cocks got me especially excited, especially when the woman was taking a face or mouthful of cum. I also found "gloryhole" pictures--with women orally and manually servicing an anonymous cock stuck through a hole in the wall--to be really hot.

After a while I collected a good number of pictures like this, and I started to search the various erotic story sites for additional stimulation. I'd cue up my favorite pictures on a slideshow and read a story, all the while playing with my cock. Initially I found the threesome stories most appealing, both those with two women and a man and those with two men and a woman. Then one night I stumbled on a cuckold story...it featured a woman who caught her husband cheating with his secretary, and she decided to punish him by forcing him to watch her have sex with another man. This story made my body course with erotic sensations that I really hadn't felt since my earliest sexual experiences in high school and college...a kind of delicious tension that went beyond ordinary sexual excitement. I stroked myself slowly while reading it, afraid I'd climax before the story did. I had to stop reading and stroking several times to control my tempo. When I reached the part at the end where the wife straddled her husbands face and made him lap up the creamy deposit her lover had left in her pussy, I came so hard I couldn't contain it with the two tissues I typically used to blot up the mess. Cum poured out and overflowed the tissues onto my pants and my boxer shorts.

I spent the next few nights scouring for the best stories. I generally liked cuckold stories of all types better than all other stories, but the one's that got me the hottest were the ones where the husband was made to watch his wife and her lover. The stories where husbands would arrange another man to seduce his wife were almost as exciting, but the stories where the wife went off with the lover and had sex without the husband watching just weren't as hot. Every time I found a story about a man who was forced to watch his wife have sex with another man, it had the same effect on my orgasm, and I found myself cumming so hard that I would soak and overrun three or even four tissues. I made a collection of my favorite stories on my hard drive.

On these first nights after I found the cuckold story, I tried to find pictures to match the stories, but really didn't have any luck. For some reason there were just not a lot of pictures illustrating this kind of fantasy. Instead, over several nights I made up a special slideshow of my favorite pictures showing women who looked a lot like my wife, and especially showing them giving head and taking loads of cum on their faces or in their pussies. Once I had the right sequence of about fifty pictures I started to page through it slowly, imagining a scenario where a man had sex with Erica right in front of me. A few pictures into the process I started to fantasize out loud...it excited me even more, and it reinforced the idea that this was my wife I was watching.

This was probably the most exciting masturbation ever. I used a little bit of lubricant and as I slowly worked my hand up and down my cock I quietly said things like "Suck it, Erica, suck that big cock," and "That's it baby, make me watch while you get that huge cock in your tight blonde pussy." I was on the edge of coming the whole time I stroked myself, and had to go slow and tug my balls occasionally to keep from cumming too soon.

I was looking at one picture about halfway through the set, and saying to myself "Oh, Erica, that cock looks so good in your pussy. Are you going to make me eat the cum out of you when you are done?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard my wife's voice behind me "Is that what you'd want me to do, John?" I scrambled to cover myself up and hide the images on the screen, more in reaction to being caught than as a rational response. After all, she obviously knew what I had been doing. Her question was asked in a curious tone, not an accusatory one, as though she really wanted to know if that's what I wanted.

"Is this what you do at night when you don't come to bed?" Again, her voice was soft and she sounded really curious, though maybe a bit concerned.

I was embarrassed, and my heart was pounding a mile a minute. The picture on the screen was taken from below, between a blonde woman's legs, and showed the head of a long cock just easing into her shaved pussy. "Umm, yes, yes it is. Are you angry? Have you been there long?" I turned slowly in my chair, covering myself with both hands. I hadn't had much luck getting my cock, still hard, back into my pants. I looked up at her; she stood in the doorway to my office, dressed in her nightshirt, one hand on the doorknob and the other on the doorframe.

"About five minutes.... Don't worry, I'm not angry. I just wanted to see...I mean, I guess I wanted to know what you were doing. I'm sorry I startled you." She closed the door behind her and locked it, and took a step toward me. The only light in the room was from my computer monitor. She seemed to have a slight smile on her face.

"Well, this is what I do at night." I was starting to feel a little defensive, now that I had gotten over the shock. "I mean, we don't really do stuff...sex...much any more, and I have to get some relief." I was sitting in a desk chair facing her. She pulled over a wheeled stool and sat down in front of me, her knees touching mine. She reached over and took both my hands in hers, exposing my cock, which had begun to shrink.

She looked me in the eyes. "I don't mind, John. I know you want more sex than I do.... I guess it's sweet that you take care of things yourself and try not to bother me." She looked down at my cock. "And you have such a nice cock. It was turning me on to watch you play with it, especially since you were fantasizing about me." She put my hands back on my dick, which had begun to swell once again. "Play with it for me. Tell me what you were thinking about."

I started to stroke my now hard cock again. She stopped me. "Would you be more comfortable without your clothes?" I nodded and stood up, taking off my shirt, and then dropping my pants and boxers around my ankles. I sat back down and kicked my pants off. "Go slowly, and tell me your fantasy, please." My wife put her hands on my knees and spread my legs apart a bit as I grabbed my balls in one hand and my cock in the other. I started to slowly stroke and told her my fantasy.

"I think about watching you...with another man. He has a big cock, and the two of you make me sit on a chair, or lay on the bed, and I have to watch you suck his cock and watch you get fucked." It was really hard for me to not cum immediately as I told her this.

"This really does turn you on, doesn't it, John? I haven't seen your cock that hard in a long time." She stood up and went over to the desk and leaned against it, partly facing my chair and partly facing the monitor. I turned to face her as she did this. She looked at the screen. "That's a big cock he's got there. I'm not sure I could fit all of that in my mouth, and it might not fit in here either." She lifted the front of her nightdress to show me her pussy. She always wore panties to bed, so she must have taken them off before she came to visit me. She picked up one foot and put it on the edge of my chair, giving me a clear view between her legs. Her labia glistened with her juices, and she reached down and parted her pubes gently to better expose herself. "Tell me more. Show me more pictures and tell me what you think of when you look at them."

I advanced the slideshow. The next picture was of a woman on her back on the bed. The man was standing next to the bed between her legs, and her feet were up on his shoulders. He was rubbing his hard, uncircumcised cock against her pussy lips, but hadn't yet penetrated her. "I imagine your lover has tied me naked to a chair and made me watch as he prepares to fuck you, and cum inside you. You've sucked his cock to make him hard, and now he's getting in position to fuck deep into your sweet pussy."

"Ooh, I've never had an uncut cock in my mouth or my pussy. I wonder what that would feel like with the extra skin? Would it feel more slippery as he pushed it in and out of my mouth? Would it taste different? Would it feel bigger and thicker going into my hot...wet... cunt?" My wife never used language like that before, and never talked about the possibility of sucking or fucking another man in such graphic terms. When she said the word cunt I started to erupt in a powerful orgasm, the first blast of which shot straight up and straight back down on my hand and still spurting dick. I came with a greater intensity and with more volume than I could remember, and my wife took note of it. "This really does turn you on, doesn't it, John. I've never seen you cum so hard or so much." She squatted down between my legs and examined me closely as I milked the last drops of jism out of my cock, so close I could feel her breath as she spoke. She put both her hands between her legs and started to rub herself as she stared. 

"Imagine I'm riding that big uncut dick right now. He's ramming it in and out of my hot, wet cunt, and you're watching us. Do you want me to make you lick his cum out of me? Do you want that?"

"Yes, yes I do."

"Prove it then." She reached up with one hand, slick now with her own wetness, and with two fingers scooped a big sticky glob of cum off the shiny tip of my dick. Her other hand was still between her legs, working her clit. She held up her fingers in front of my face and the cum ran down between them. "Pretend that's my pussy slit and lick up his cum."

I'd never before tasted my own cum, but without hesitation I leaned forward and licked her fingers from her palm to the tip, slurping up my semen and swallowing it eagerly. I was enrapt in the fantasy of what she was saying, and I closed my eyes and imagined her creampie spread before me. I pushed my tongue between her fingers and worked it around feverishly to get up every drop.

My wife started to shudder and groan as I licked my own cum from her fingers. She threw her head back in an intense orgasm. I could only stare in wonder as she trembled and shook for nearly a minute...much longer than she typically came. When she was done she opened her eyes, stood up and took off her night shirt. "Rub your juice all over my pussy and lick it off. You have to prove to me that you really want this."

It should have been proof enough that my cock was still hard as a rock. I usually get soft and stay soft for some time after an orgasm, but I was hard enough to cut glass. Still, I didn't hesitate...I needed to prove that I was committed to this, in case she was really entertaining the idea, and not just feeding my fantasy. I didn't want to mess this up, since Erica was typically demure and very shy sexually, her change of character gave me the feeling that she might really be considering this as a reality.

I spread the cum from my hand between my wife's legs, all over her trimmed blonde bush, making sure to rub it over her slick lips. I made sure I wiped every last bit off my dick and thighs, and spread it all over her pussy. She leaned back against the desk and spread her legs, and I immediately knelt down and started to lick all the way from her back door up to her clit. When I reached her clit she cried out in another orgasm, so loudly that she had to cover her own mouth with her hand to keep from attracting attention to what we were doing. I gently cleaned her up completely as she slumped against the desk, spent.

After she recovered, she looked down at me. I was still stroking my hard dick gently, staying ready in case she needed any other service. Her tone was serious as she spoke again.

"This really does turn you on a lot, doesn't it? You're still hard and you're willing to eat your own cum off my pussy." She took my chin and tilted my head up so that she could look me straight in the eyes. "John, are you sure you want this?" I started to answer, but she stopped me. "I want you to think it over carefully, because you know me...you know I can't be casual about sex, that sex always involves emotions with me. I want you to know that I will always love you, but if I decide to go through with this, it is going to affect me, and I'm not sure how it will change things, but things will almost definitely change. You also know that I'm not the dominant type, that I can't even play act that very well. Think about that before you decide."

My mind was racing...my fantasy might actually come true! My cock and balls were all screaming YES!!, but there was a corner of my mind that was seriously considering the caution Erica was giving me. "I do really want this, Erica, and I think, from the two orgasms you just had, that you really want it too." How could I not want it, kneeling between my wife's legs with her pussy juice still wet on my face after the two of us just had the strongest orgasms of our marriage? "But I'd like you to make me a promise. Will you promise that if we do this that you won't have sex with another man if I'm not there to watch? I really couldn't take the idea of you having sex with a guy if I wasn't there."

"I haven't agreed to do this yet, John. I just said I'm thinking about it, or rather that I'm seriously considering it. A powerful orgasm is one thing, but I fantasize about all sorts of things I would never hope to come true." She paused for a moment. We'd been down this road before, where she considered some sort of sexual exploration but then became more and more cautious as I became more eager and involved. "But yes, if I decide to really do this, I'll make you that promise." She squatted down in front of me and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue probing my mouth for the combined taste of our juices. She stood back up with her nightshirt in her hand, and went padding off toward our bedroom. "Now clean up in here and turn off that computer, you kinky little bugger!"

For the two weeks, I didn't say anything more about what happened that night. Like I said, I'd been down this road before so I hoped that by staying quiet about it, she wouldn't be put off. Every night for the next week or so, though, she made sure that I came to bed with her, and every night she pulled me on top of her and begged me to fuck her hard and not let up. Each time I was able to stay hard through my own orgasm, and ride her until she was able to cum herself. And every night after she came she wordlessly pushed my head down between her legs and had me clean up our sticky mess.

On a midsummer night a couple of weeks after she caught me at the computer, Erica e-mailed me at work, saying "I'm jealous that you are looking at pictures of other women when you masturbate. I want you to start looking only at pictures of me from now on. I know I've never really let you take many pictures of me naked or doing sexual things, and I'm going to remedy that. Tonight I have a hotel room reserved for us downtown. After work I want you to go out to one of those sex shops and buy three realistic looking fake cocks. One of them should be pretty small, because it's going in my ass and you know I'm tight back there. One of them should be black (not the small one!) I want them all to look so real that if you were to take a close-up of just me and the dildo, it would look like I was sucking or fucking a real cock. I'll get us checked in and get all ready for you, and I'll text message the name of the hotel and the room number at 6:00. Bring the dildos and a two bottles of our favorite red wine and meet me at 6:30 and you'll get all the pictures of me you'll ever need to fuel your fantasies for years."

I'll have to admit that while I was hard as a rock at the prospect of photographing my wife in simulated sex with three cocks, I was also worried that this spelled the end of my fantasy of seeing her with another man for real. Still, maybe if she got really turned on by the scene, she'd be more open to the reality. On top of that, she'd never in all our years together been this direct about what she wanted, or this forward about asking for it. I did what she asked, and went over to the local adult toy store right after work. I bought a four inch, a six inch and an eight inch dildo, all realistic, all with balls. I could have gone larger, but I'd bought her a ten inch toy in the past and she never used it, saying she thought it would tear her apart. I tried getting the eight inch in black but they were out, and the six inch was the biggest they had in stock. It was also the most realistic, with a dark black shaft and a head the color of lightly-creamed coffee.

Just as I was checking out I got the text message to meet her in room 426 of the Washington Arms hotel, a very swanky place overlooking the river. I raced over to the hotel and up to the room, arriving just after 6:30. The "Do Not Disturb" sign was hung from the door handle. I knocked and through the peephole I could see as my wife approached the door and looked out at me. 

"Who is it?" she asked playfully.

"Room service," I answered. Glancing down both directions there was noone else around. "I've got the cocks you wanted, Ms. Smith." I held the opaque, black plastic bag in front of the peephole. The door opened, but only a little as she still had it chained from the inside. 

"Hmm," she said, peering around the doorframe so that I couldn't see anything but her face "there could be anything in that bag. Show me those cocks of yours."

I reached down into the bag and got the smallest one first, holding it up for her inspection. "Okay, that one looks like it's just the right size to go into my tight little ass. Is that the one you got for my ass? " I nodded. "I'll take it." She held her hand up on the other side of the opening, and I handed it through to her.

I grabbed the biggest one next. At eight inches it was firm enough to penetrate her (at least the clerk had insisted it would, and insisted his boyfriend took a larger one than that all the time with no problems), but it still dangled somewhat as though half-hard.

"That's a pretty one, but I've never had anything that big in my pussy before. I'd like you to watch me try to fit that big cock into my hot, wet cunt. I hope I can take it!" She held her hand up and I snaked the big cock through the opening. I took out the black dildo last. "Ooh, she gasped, turn it around." I turned the black cock so she could examine it from all angles. "That one looks absolutely yummy. Black cocks always make me think of chocolate. Maybe we can drizzle some hot fudge on it so it tastes like chocolate too. I'll take it." She held up her hand and I handed over the last of the dildos. I waited for her to close the door to unchain it and let me in, but after a brief pause during which she must have been putting the dildos away, she returned.


Erica's Debut Ch. 02



This is the second part of the series starting with "Erica's Debut".

Erica Reflects

A few weeks ago Mark turned 21. Just a little over two hours ago, my wife Erica and I met this handsome, well-built hotel bellman as he brought red wine and chocolates to our room. About an hour ago, my normally shy and demure wife had exposed every inch of her sexy body to this his eager eyes. Less than a half hour ago, she first viewed his impressive cock. Twenty minutes ago my faithful wife of twenty years begged our bellman to fuck her. Mark, being a gentleman, did as he was told. And I, being a good husband, cleaned up after him, as I was told. Three minutes ago, my wife, still naked, walked the bellman to the door of our hotel room and saw him off with a deep, lusty kiss. 

As she closed the door behind him she turned back to me, smiling and still flushed with excitement, and said "Back in a minute...." She ducked into the bathroom and I could hear her peeing. 

The memories of the last two hours were enough to keep my cock from softening fully. I lay on my back in the middle of the king sized bed, waiting for her to finish, and stroking myself back to full hardness, in case she needed me. 

My own cum was still sticky on my thighs and calves. My orgasm had come as I knelt between my wife's legs, licking up the tasty residue of her sex with the bellman, as she described the meeting she planned with her new lover and his frat brothers this upcoming Thursday. 

Normally I would have gotten a towel or tissue and cleaned myself up, but I was captivated with my wife's newfound sense of adventure and I wanted to be sure that I didn't limit her options.

Erica came padding back out of the bathroom quietly, still naked and still smiling faintly, but her eyes were slightly downcast, and her look was questioning. She hopped into bed next to me, her firm breasts bouncing. She curled up beside me and nestled her head on my chest, spreading her long golden hair across me as I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. She was facing down, so she could my hard dick laying across my belly. For a moment she ran her fingers gently down my chest, toward my belly, and then she paused and whispered, "Do you still love me?"

I chuckled softly at the absurdity of the question. "Of course," I replied. "I've never loved you more.... You're not really worried about that, are you?"

"Well, I mean I did just sleep with another man. While you watched...and I did say some things...and maybe I did some things that I never really thought I could do." She slid her fingers down to my cock and ran her fingers lightly along the underside, making me twitch. "You seem pretty pleased, down here at least." She turned to look back up at me and propped her self up on one elbow and looked into my eyes. "I just want to make sure that you still are happy with me...here," she said, putting her hand over my heart.

"Erica, I know this might sound strange, but not only do I love you completely, I'm really proud of you. I'm really proud to be with you. You're a gorgeous woman, and having you take charge like you did...it was very powerful. It was exciting for me, really...fulfilling."

She smiled again, broadly this time. "I was worried that I'd gone too far. Tugging on your poor balls like that...I didn't hurt you, did I sweetie?" I shook my head no and smiled back at her reassuringly. 

"Good, I'm glad. Did I hurt your feelings? I wasn't trying to, just trying to live up to your fantasies. It was difficult for me, being harsh like that." My wife put her hand down on my balls to caress them gently as she spoke to me. "When we talked about your fantasies the things you talked about, they made me think you wanted to be submissive to me, and to my lover. Was I right?"

My heart started to pump quickly. Even after all we'd done and been through, we really hadn't talked openly about these things. We really hadn't prepared. It just sort of happened. I was anxious about telling her what I really felt. But now I was thinking that she had done all of this for me...even the parts that I thought she had done for herself. "Yes, I do enjoy giving up control like that...having you in charge and being explicit about what you want is a real turn-on for me." My dick twitched to emphasize my point.

"I'm glad, honey. But...." She paused and I froze, I was hoping there wasn't a reservation or a regret for her, and it sounded like she was starting down that path. "But I don't think I'm really dominant.... In a way, I was allowing your desire, what I thought you wanted, to control the way I acted. It probably doesn't make any sense to you, but you were in control the whole time." Phew...that was a lot less regret than I thought she might be feeling.

"Actually, it does make sense. I was wondering if you had changed that radically...it was so different for you. I liked it...a lot...and I'm really happy you took the leap."

"To tell you the truth, I've been wanting to spice up our sex life for some time. I just didn't know what to do about it. I got a little carried away at the end there, and made some stuff up to try and fit the dominant role, but I don't really think it's me. I do want us to be partners in our exploration, but I don't want to have to be in charge and making decisions...I want to make them together, or let you make them, even...within limits."

"So you weren't really going to get together with them on Thursday without me?"

"No, honey...I thought it might be nice if Mark could come over for a while, and sometimes on Thursdays you can get home early. If you really can't make it we can do it some other time. Oh, and I hope you're not too disappointed, but there is no 'them.' Mark's not in a fraternity and there is no Enrique or Demetrius...I made that up too." 

"Oh, honey, I love you so much." The one thing that I had worried about, in hindsight only, was that she would go back on our promise. I made her promise that--as we fulfilled our fantasies--I would be there for everything she did. It was a big relief to find out she was just teasing me. 

In the heat of the moment, the idea of her inviting three men to fuck her without me there to watch was both thrilling and dangerous. It was enough to push me over the edge. Now, I was really glad she hadn't meant it.

She was still playing with my balls, rolling them around in the palm of her hand, and brushed the wet, sticky spot of my cum on my inner thigh. "Hmmm, what have we here? Did you leave a mess? Tsk tsk tsk."

"Yes, I left it so you could decide what I should do with it, dear."

She smiled a wicked smile as she swiped one finger through my cum and brought it close to my lips. "Did you like the taste of Mark's cum inside me?"

"I loved it." She lowered her finger to my mouth and I licked my cum off of it lovingly, as though sucking it out of her beautiful blonde pussy. She started to push her finger in and out of my mouth. 

"I really enjoyed you sucking his salty cum out of me...I really didn't cum myself when he was inside me," she said, reaching down between my legs for another dollop, "but when you ate me I came hard. It made me so excited to see and feel how much you were enjoying it."

She fed me another finger of my own semen, and then another. I lapped up every drop until she couldn't find any more to feed me. My cock was so hard it started to hurt. 

"Who tastes better inside me, you or him?"

"Him," I answered quickly, impulsively.

"Hmmm, I wonder why that is? Maybe his cum really does taste better in my pussy, or maybe it's just the thrill of when you ate it that made you say that." With that, Erica rose up and straddled me, swiftly guiding my hard-on into her wet, hot box. She sat up and pushed her hips down on me so that I was as deep as I could go. She moved her hips side to side, slowly and deliberately. I felt the tip of my dick flicking back against the nub of her cervix at the end of her passage.

Erica leaned forward until her nipples touched my chest, her face now only a couple of inches from mine. She whispered to me as she ever so slightly rode up and down on my shaft, squeezing me with her tight pussy. 

She sounded a little unsure when she asked "When Mark comes over on Thursday, honey...is it okay if we all just fuck? I think I'll get worn out if I have to play the role of the dominant wife the whole time...and I don't think being dominant comes naturally to Mark either. He only made me beg like that because I told him he wouldn't get any if he didn't." I nodded to her and grunted a positive response. 

"Good, because I want to feel what it's like to have two men inside me at the same time. I want to get on top of him just like I'm riding you now, feel him deep inside me just like I'm feeling you now, and then I want you to lube up, kneel down behind me, and slowly slide into my ass." She closed her eyes as she said this, perhaps imagining what it would be like to be impaled on two cocks at once. 

She started to increase the tempo, and opened her eyes again and whispered. "Then when each of you has filled me up with your seed, I want you on your back so I can sit on your face and feed you cum from both holes. Would you like that?"

"Mmmmm, yes."

"You're a little cum slut, aren't you, my dear husband?" She stopped riding me while she waited for my response.

"I guess I am, as long as I'm eating out of my juicy wife."

"Good answer! I know I said I'm not the dominant type, but I really do enjoy you licking me clean. I'm really glad I caught you jacking-off a few weeks ago." She leaned over and stuck her tongue in my mouth while she reached behind herself with one hand. I could feel her fingers working around the base of my cock and inside her own pussy. 

She broke off our kiss and brought her wet fingers to my mouth to lick. "And another thing I want. While you suck the juice out of me I want Mark's gorgeous cock in my mouth. I bet you'd like that too, looking up and seeing him in my mouth while I sit on your face. I hope he gets soft after he fucks me, because I want to feel his soft dick getting hard again while I suck it clean." 

Erica had never taken my cock in her mouth after we made love. It was turning me on to hear her talk like this, but I was wondering if she was play-acting or whether she was really planning to do something with her new lover that she never had done with me.

She slowed down again, and then stopped completely. She bent over and traced the tip of her tongue ever so gently across lips. "Then, once he's nice and hard, you know what I want to do?" She was squeezing my cock inside her pussy as she waited for her answer.

"Mmmm...no...what would you want?" I had to really concentrate to keep from losing my load at that moment.

She started rocking again, pumping up and down on my cock while she grunted out her next words. "I'd spin around...and get into a 69 with you...and while I suck your sticky cock...mmmm...sticky, hot, fat cock...I love it. While you lick my creamy clit...still drippy with cum, just the way you love it...I want Mark...to fill my pussy... with his hard...thick...long...ummm...ahhhh...." 

She closed her eyes and started to tremble in orgasm as she imagined her mouth and pussy filled, while I licked her sweet little clitty. Her orgasm triggered mine, and we clenched each other tightly as we both came hard.

We lay like that for a few minutes. Wordlessly, she slid forward, my semi-hard shaft smacking wetly against my belly. Smiling down at me she pushed down on my shoulder with one hand. I knew what she wanted and gladly wriggled down between her legs until my face was underneath her wet lips. She sat up and settled down on my mouth, our mixed juices running out of her and onto my tongue.

"So, do you like that idea honey? Would you mind licking my pussy while Mark is inside me?" 

She pressed her pussy down on my mouth as I answered. What I said was "no, not at all," but it sounded more like "nummm, num indall." 

"I'm glad. I can't wait until Thursday. How about you?"

"Mrrm do!"



Erica's Debut Ch. 03



The Thursday with Mark that Erica and I had hoped for didn't turn out like we planned. 

We had set everything up the way we wanted. My sister was picking up our kids that morning and taking them to her house for the day. Erica didn't want to bring Mark to our house, so we decided to get together in my friend Rick's condo on the beach. Since it was off-season, and his condo had been vacant for a couple of weeks, we asked Mark to meet us there. 

I stocked the place up on the day before with everything that we needed...dildoes, lube, massage oil, candles, wine, flowers, music, liquor, clean towels and sheets...the works. Mark was supposed to meet us in the mid-afternoon, around 3:00. Rick's condo had a big flat-screen TV and we set it up to play a slideshow of the pictures I had taken of my wife and Mark at the hotel. 

Erica got all dolled-up in a black halter top wrap dress with a low cut neckline matching black pumps (no stockings this time). This was a great little dress that she had only worn a couple of times on special occasions. The halter top gave the maximum exposure to her bare back and the low cut neckline showed skin almost all the way down to her navel, including an ample portion of both breasts from top to bottom. The wrap knee-length skirt of the dress would open nearly to her hip on her right side whenever she walked or sat, and with both the wrap and the halter the dress had two easy-off options. I did my best to look presentable in dress slacks and a silk button-down shirt. 

We were both pretty nervous, and were about halfway through a bottle of wine when Mark called around 3:15 to explain he was running late because of trouble finding a ride.... We told him there was no problem, I could come pick him up if he needed, but and he said he had someone picking him up and he'd be there in about an hour.

I told Erica that we had time for a quickie, but she said she'd rather wait and build up the anticipation. Around 4:30 Mark called again and said that he'd been dropped off down the street at the Beach Bar and he'd only be a few minutes.

Erica gulped down the last of her wine when she heard the knock at the door. She scooted over to get the door as quickly as she could in the high heels, adjusting the hem of her dress along the way to make sure the initial presentation met our young lover's approval. I stood by the wet bar behind the couch, with my hands in my pockets trying to figure out how a husband is supposed to act when he's welcoming a man about to fuck his wife.

She opened the door excitedly. He smiled broadly as she grabbed his hand and dragged him into the condo, quickly closing the door behind him and pressing him up against it to deliver a long, deep welcoming kiss. When they broke the kiss she stepped back and looked him up and down. He was dressed casually in baggy shorts, a t-shirt and sandals, which was smart, given the heat this time of year. 

"Hi, Mark!" she chirped. 

"Hey there, Mrs...Erica." He was still uncomfortable using my wife's first name.... He called over toward me "Hi, John. How's it going?".

"Good, Mark. I'm glad you're finally here, Erica was about to burst."

"Yeah, sorry about that," he said as my wife led him over to the big white leather couch. "Transportation issues....seems to happen a lot these days. I need my own car." 

Mark dropped his backpack in front of the couch and kicked off his sandals as Erica pushed him back into the big, deep cushions and planted herself in his lap, giggling. He was facing the big screen TV and the picture showed him balls-deep in Erica's pussy with her legs wrapped around his back. He grinned and seemed to blush a little. 

She glanced over quickly at the TV before turning her attention back to him. "Won't be long now, sweetie, before you're back in there again...I can't wait." My wife certainly wasn't shy about showing how eager she was to pick up where they left off the week before. She reached down and grabbed the hem of his untucked t-shirt, pulling it up over his chest, and he raised his arms so she could remove it. She reached up with one hand and started playing with one of his nipples, then bent over to start licking and nibbling the other one.

The last time we were together I hadn't noticed how smooth Mark's chest was. He must be waxing or shaving to get it like that. My wife really seemed to be enjoying the taut, hairless skin over the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen. 

If I wasn't sure how to act when Mark first arrived, I really wasn't sure what to do now that my wife was sucking his nipples. The only thing I was sure about was that my dick was as hard as a rock, making a tent in my dress slacks. "Umm, Mark, would you like a drink? Wine, beer, Scotch, Rum?"

He looked back over his shoulder at me. "Yeah. Got Rum and Coke?" 

"Yup."

"That'd be great. Thanks, John."

I mixed his drink, then poured myself a double Scotch, closed my eyes and downed it quickly, then walked over to deliver Mark's. His arms were spread over the back of the couch, and his head was leaned back on the cushion, facing the ceiling with his eyes closed. My wife had slid down off his lap as I was mixing the drinks. At first I wasn't able to see her. 

As I got closer to the couch she came into view. She was kneeling on the floor in front of him, kissing and licking his stomach just above his navel, and working her way down. She had her right hand up the leg of his shorts, sliding up his inner thigh to his crotch, and with her left hand she was undoing his belt. By the time her lips made it to the waistband of his shorts, it looked like her right hand had found its target, and she had finished undoing his belt. I stood by the back of the couch with Mark's drink in my hand, afraid to interrupt by handing it to him at this critical moment.

"Mmmm, it's nice and hard for me, isn't it, sweetie?" Erica cooed to him as she fumbled with the button on his pants. One handed, it wasn't easy to undo, but she didn't seem eager to let go of his cock in order to open his shorts with both hands, so she grasped one end of the waistband between her teeth as she unbuttoned, then unzipped his shorts with her left.

"And no underwear today...you're so thoughtful!" My wife guided Mark's cock to his open fly with her right hand from inside his shorts. As the full length of his shaft became visible against his belly, she reached down with her left hand and took the engorged tip gently between her thumb and forefinger, pointing it straight up in the air. A glistening droplet formed at the tip as she rolled it between her fingers and leaned forward to breathe warmly over it; her mouth so close it almost touched her lips. With her right hand she released the base of his cock and grasped the inseam of his shorts, sliding them down, past his knees and then to his ankles. He pulled his feet out of his shorts and she tossed them over his head back toward the mini-bar, well out of reach.

Mark now sat completely naked on the white leather sofa. My wife, still fully dressed, knelt before him with his rigid tool less than a tongue's length from her pouty lips. She rubbed the underside of his cock deliberately with her thumb, milking another droplet of clear liquid from him, and causing the first drops to flow back down the his glans toward her hand.

My wife put her lips right next to the tip of Mark's cock, and looked up at him with a gleam in her eye. "I'm going to suck your cock, okay? But you can't cum in my mouth, you need to save that for my pussy." She started, very slowly, to lick the underside of his hard-on, just beneath the tip when she was startled by a loud, sharp series of knocks at the door to the condo.

We all looked over at the door. I looked back to Erica, "Nobody knows we're here, it must be one of Rick's neighbors or something." I stood up and walked over to the foyer, which was shielded from the living room area by a decorative Chinese screen. "I'll just get rid of them quick." I put my eye to the peephole in the door just as the knocking came again. I saw what seemed to be an attractive redheaded woman in a conservative navy blue blazer and skirt. Her hair was pulled back tight in a ponytail. She was impatiently looking at an i-Phone or something in her hand. "Just a moment!" I called through the door. I glanced back around the screen quickly and saw that my wife had both hands wrapped around the base of Mark's cock, and was teasing him by touching the very tip of her tongue to the tip of his cock. She seemed impatient to get started.

I opened the door a crack. "Can I help you? Rick's not here, he loaned us his place. We're old friends of his, and we're a little busy right now."

She leaned forward toward the opening until her face was just a few inches from mine, and spoke quietly, almost whispering. "I'm not here for Rick. I'm Dr. Andrews." I could smell her sweet warm breath as she spoke. I relaxed at the door and opened it a bit more, looking her up and down. She wore ivory colored stockings, a shimmering white camisole top under the blazer, and stiletto Navy peek-toe blue heels that matched her suit. She was even more attractive in person than she had looked through the peephole in the door, not surprisingly. 

She held out her hand to in greeting, and in order to shake I had to take my right hand off the door. Before I realized what was happening, she gently opened the door with her other hand and stepped confidently into the condo, still clasping my outstretched hand. "Ummm...ummm...wait...." I stuttered.

"It's okay, John." She was so smooth and reassuring that all I could do was nod in agreement. "I'm Mark's doctor," she said, releasing my hand and stepping past me and around the screen, "and you must be Erica?" 

"Honey!" My wife squealed at me.

"I'm sorry, babe. She just let herself in...." My wife was still kneeling front of Mark, still holding the base of his erection. He made no effort to cover himself, but seemed to be blushing a bit.

"I'm sorry for the intrusion," she said as stepped into the living room and offered her outstretched hand to Erica. Stunned by the intruder's bold and seemingly nonchalant attitude toward what she was seeing, Erica took her hand to shake it, dropping Mark's stiff member so that it hit his belly with a slap. 

"It's good to meet you. Mark told be quite a bit about the two of you." As she said this she helped Erica to her feet. "Mind if I sit down?" she said, nodding toward the empty spot on the couch next to Mark. She didn't wait for the answer, sitting down and crossing her lovely legs.

Dr. Andrews looked toward me...I was still standing at the door, stunned. "Grab my bag, please, John? It's outside next to the door." She turned her attention back to my wife and Mark as I retrieved the old-fashioned medical bag and brought it into the condo.

My wife regained her senses. "Excuse me...we didn't invite you in. What do you think you're doing here?"

"I'm sorry, Erica, but as I said, I'm Mark's doctor, his psychologist, to be exact. It's my responsibility to make sure that you don't interfere with his treatments. Why don't you have a seat there on the loveseat, and your husband can sit next to you as I explain. If you're still unhappy with me being here when I'm done, we'll leave and not bother you again. Just put that bag at my feet here, John, and sit down." She nodded toward the loveseat on the other side of my wife. I sat. 

The scene was somewhat surreal. Just a moment ago, my wife was kneeling down in front of our young stud, ready to take his cock down her throat. Now we were all sitting on the couches, three of us dressed like we were attending a dinner party, and the fourth stark naked. Dr. Andrews reached into her bag and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant. She took Mark's hand. "Here, keep it hard while I talk with your friends, but don't let yourself ejaculate." He reached out his hand and she poured a dollop of lubricant into it. The she sat back while he applied the lube to his member and started to stroke it slowly.

"As I said, it's good to meet you both. Mark as told me quite a bit, and I'm sorry for the interruption, but I'm really here to help." 

"Are you some sort of sex therapist?" Erica asked. 

"Not exactly. Sex therapists usually treat people who have let their problems progress to the point that there is something wrong with their sexuality. In our practice we take a preventative approach. We believe that most sexual problems come from people's inability to effectively understand, express and satisfy their sexual needs, mainly because we have a culture that is repressive and judgmental about those needs. The needs become repressed or subverted, and their sexual development becomes twisted. That's where most sex therapists start. We start at the beginning, where people are interested in exploring their needs, before the mismanagement of those needs become problems."

"So," I interrupted, "is Mark some sort of bait for you to find patients?"

"No, not at all" Dr. Andrews laughed. "Though I'm sure he wouldn't mind if we did use him that way. And since we don't work with pathologies, we prefer to call the people we treat 'clients' rather than patients. We find our clients mainly from referrals, from other satisfied clients. Sometimes we respond to personal ads that indicate a person or a couple is at an important point in their sexual development, or we get involved in chat rooms and make contact that way. In this case, Mark essentially 'referred' you."

"Why do you think we'd want to be your clients? We were having fun playing with Mark...we really don't need any help." Erica objected, but she didn't sound very convinced by her own argument.

"Both you and your husband want to explore...but Mark has told me enough...has experienced enough with the two of you...that I know neither of you are capable of leading the other partner through this exploration. Sexually, both of you are what we call 'followers.' Some therapists might use the terms passive, or submissive, but neither of you meet the definition of those terms. You need guidance, you need direction, you don't need domination, at least not all the time. And neither of you is a leader sexually, at least not enough to lead the other in the way they need to be led."

I took Erica's hand and squeezed. Dr. Andrews was right. I had wanted Erica to lead our exploration...but she was only comfortable when she thought she was doing what I wanted. Erica squeezed back, I think she recognized the same problem.

"I would need to do some testing to confirm my initial analysis, but I think you, John, are what we call a 'ritualist.' You want an important part of your sex life to be a sacred rite. You want Erica to be a priestess, to direct the sexual ceremony. And you, John, will do practically anything as her acolyte as long as it's part of the ceremony."

"Again, other therapists might misconstrue your needs as submissive, and in the best case, they might encourage you to get involved in some sort of S&M practice, but that would be wrong, since you don't have positive responses to pain in the way that most masochistic submissives do. Am I right about that?"

I nodded. I was never really turned-on by getting spanked or anything like that.

She looked over at Erica and continued. "The problem is that Erica doesn't feel like a priestess, that's too much pressure and responsibility for her. It's too much work. You see John, your wife is one of two types; she's either an 'idol' or a 'toy.' In either case she doesn't want to be the one deciding what to do, directing the action. She doesn't want to be behind the altar, she wants to be on the altar." She paused and looked at both of us. "Does that seem about right to both of you?"

I looked at Erica and she slowly turned toward me, looking down at first. I took her chin in my hand and tilted her face up. She smiled and nodded gently. I spoke for both of us. "I think that's right. I think we both do." Erica smiled in agreement. "If we became your clients, what would happen?" 

"To start, we'll work on mutual fantasy fulfillment. It's really lucky for the two of your that your needs are so compatible. Many couples get to this point and find that they want very different things. For the two of you, as long as there is another person—a director—to guide you both through your exploration, your individual needs and desires can be fulfilled simultaneously."

Erica looked over at Mark, still slowly stroking his cock. "Will that be his job?" She seemed hopeful. I think she was really looking forward to having a mouthful of Mark's cock by this point in the afternoon, and I was hoping she'd still get her wish. 

"No, I'm sorry, but he's also a follower, which makes it pretty remarkable that the three of you were able to accomplish all that you did in your chance encounter." The slideshow was still running, showing Erica kneeling in front of Mark while he was wearing the big, black realistic dildo. "He may take part at times, but only when it's consistent with his treatment. You both need a more assertive director, at least at first."

Now it was my turn to be hopeful as I looked at this attractive, well-dressed redheaded doctor with enchanting green eyes. I was wondering what her delightfully curvy shape would look like without all the stylish clothes. "Will that be you, then?"

"Not necessarily. As your doctor there are only a few limited activities that are appropriate for me to perform personally. My main role is to match you up in scenarios with appropriate directors who are also our clients. I may observe, provide instructions to the directors prior to the scenario, and even take an active role according to their direction. But as clients, giving direction during the scenario is as important to the director's treatment as taking direction will be to the two of you."

I was beginning to think that this meant the end of fun for today...if we weren't going to be getting it on with Mark or Dr. Andrews, then our options were limited. "So, do we need to set up an appointment or something, to get started?" I was intrigued, and Erica seemed eager as well.

"Actually, I had prepared for you to accept the proposition and I set up a couple of options. If it meets with your needs, I can talk to both of you individually for a little while, and we can start your first scenario today...if that's okay?" Erica nodded to me, and I nodded vigorously to the doctor. She looked at Mark and said to him, "Why don't you take your things into the bedroom for a while, dear, while Erica and I talk." Mark stood up and grabbed his stuff, his erection pointing the way as he went into the bedroom and closed the door. She turned back to me and said "I know you like to watch, so why don't you go out on the balcony and close the slider. You should be able to see, but not hear. Alright, John?"

"Sounds good." I was starting to get hard, thinking about what she might do while she had Erica alone. I went out onto the fourth floor balcony overlooking the condo complex pool, and closed the door. She was right. I had a perfect view of what was going on, but couldn't hear more than muffled noises when they spoke.

Dr. Andrews drew closer to Erica and took her hands. They spoke earnestly for a while. Erica looked over at me every once in a while and I tried to smile and look encouraging. Dr. Andrews asked Erica something and my wife shrugged at first, then nodded yes. Dr. Andrews released Erica's hands and reached into her medical bag again, pulling something out and handing it to my wife. It was small and shiny with a long silver cord, maybe a necklace or a bracelet with a charm on it. 

Erica sat back on the loveseat and ran her fingertips over the object while Dr. Andrews leaned forward and spoke to her. I couldn't even hear muffled noises so the doctor must have been speaking very softly. Eventually my wife closed her eyes, and her head hung forward. She stopped working the object with her fingers. 




Erica's Debut Ch. 03



Dr. Andrews kept speaking for several more minutes. Then my wife lifted her head and opened her eyes. Dr. Andrews took what looked like a photo album out of her medical bag and opened it up, placing it on my wife's lap. The doctor turned through four pages and my wife alternately smiled, blushed, shook her head and sat with her mouth agape. Dr. Andrews turned back to the page that made my wife blush and Erica nodded, quickly, while gently biting her lower lip. The doctor laid the open album on the coffee table and took out a cell phone. It look like she was typing a text message as Erica stood up, smiled at me and walked out to join me on the balcony.

I stepped forward and gave my wife a quick kiss. She was trembling. "What happened honey?" 

She stepped up to the balcony railing and looked over the edge. I stood beside her and looked down at the pool from the fourth floor balcony. Since this was the slowest part of the off-season, the vast majority of the units in this adults-only complex had their hurricane shutters closed, indicating that they were vacant. The pool area was almost vacant as well, with only one older gentleman swimming laps. 

My wife looked down at him and said to me "She told me not to tell what we talked about. But she wants to talk to you alone now...I have to stay out here and wait and watch while you two talk." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and opened the slider. My wife turned around and leaned back against the railing. "Don't take long, honey, Jennifer says she'll let us play as soon as you're done, and I'm soooo horny!" My wife gave me a wicked smile as I closed the door.

"Jennifer?" I asked aloud.

Dr. Andrews looked up, putting the cell phone away. "Yes, I told your wife she could use my first name if that makes her more comfortable. She can call me Jenn, or Jennifer. I'd prefer you address me as Dr. Andrews, or just Doctor. I think that you'll prefer that as well, John." She was right...again. I liked the power that I gave her by calling her doctor. As I approached she pulled a black silk scarf out of her bag and draped it over the photo album so that I couldn't see what they were looking at. I moved to sit down but she stopped me. 

"No. Stand, please." She spoke quietly but firmly. "Stand here by the end of the coffee table, in front of me, facing your wife. Look out at her." I complied. In this position I was standing sideways to the doctor, maybe a foot or so from her knees, with the scarf-covered book on the coffee table in front of me, and my wife smiling back at me through the window. Erica was acting flirty, smiling and waving coyly. I noticed that she had taken the object the doctor had given her, a thin silver chain with a heart-shaped silver pendant, and fastened it around her neck. 

"Did you hypnotize her?" I was wondering what happened to change my wife's attitude...she seemed completely relaxed and absolutely bubbly.

"She thinks I hypnotized her, but really she is just giving herself permission."

"Permission? To do what?"

"To explore her sexual nature, to take give someone else power over her, to enjoy herself without guilt or regret. She thinks she's hypnotized and that's all that's necessary. That makes her think she's not responsible, and that makes her free. Do you want her to be free of her inhibitions?"

"More than anything." I answered quickly.

"No matter where that leads?"

"Yes. I want her to be herself. She's always hidden herself behind what others might think."

"She cares the most about what you think, John. Right now you're the only person she worries about disappointing, or hurting. That's what's kept her from truly being free. She's afraid that if she does what she really wants, you'll reject her. She's also afraid that if she does what she wants and if she really enjoys it, she might not be able to control herself, and she'll take it too far, even for you. That would be the worst thing for her, because she's afraid that you'll be angry, and she really doesn't like to make you angry."

"I'll always love her. I'd do anything to please her."

"I think that's true, but I also think that you don't know exactly how far her sexuality will develop. Few men do, and few husbands especially realize the depth and power of their wives' sexual nature. You have to realize that sexual development may take you in different directions...or it may take you in the same directions, but at different times. It may be difficult, but it's a lot better than the course that most couples take which only ends up in long term-resentment and often bitter divorce. You'll be going through these treatments together, and I'm confident that the two of you can make it work if you really try."

"I know we can."

"Good! Are you ready to start, today?"

"Yes, I am. What are we doing?"

"You're going to help Erica become a sex toy for another man. This won't be the kind of lovemaking that the two of you had planned with Mark today. This will be raw, animal fucking." Her use of that word was jarring, even causing her to pause. She continued. 

"I'm still not sure if she's an idol or a toy. But at the initial stages the treatment is almost the same, and the only way we'll really know is if we try both approaches and see which works better. Today she'll become another man's sex toy...a sex doll, if you will...and next treatment she'll be the idol in a more ceremonial setting. When we've seen what suits her better we'll go forward from there."

I gulped. While the doctor spoke my cock had grown fully hard in my pants. If she needed any confirmation that I was in support of the idea she had it now, since my crotch was level with her head and my bulge would be obvious from this angle. "I'm ready."

"Yes, I know. I can clearly see that. I think you are ready to do anything you've fantasized about. I also think you are ready to do some things you haven't let yourself fantasize about. Our treatment for you will be your participation in the education of your wife. In doing that, you will test and stretch your own limits. We'll push you a little more each time." What the doctor was saying made me even harder.

" First, I need you to take off your shirt. Don't let it drop, hold it in your left hand."

I quickly complied, holding my shirt in my hand farthest from the doctor.

"Good, now look at Erica, hold your shirt out at arm's length and drop it."

I did as she said. as my shirt fell to the floor, my wife smiled at me and reached behind her neck with both hands, undoing the halter top of her dress. She held the ends for a second, then let them drop, exposing her perfect breasts to me. She looked back up and smiled broadly as a gentle breeze brushed through her long blonde hair.

"Slip off your shoes and socks, without bending down, and kick them over by your shirt. Keep looking at Erica."

Again I quickly did as I was told, using my toes to awkwardly pull off my socks without bending over. When I was done, I looked up at my wife. She smiled and stepped out of her black stiletto pumps. 

"You realize that in the state she's in she thinks she's following some sort of post-hypnotic suggestion. She looks so free, standing there with no guilt or anxiety, just enjoying the exposure. Now, drop your pants, leaving your underwear on, and kick them over by your shirt."

This was much easier and much quicker. I watched as Erica untied the wrap of her dress and let it fall loosely into a pile at her feet. She now stood naked on the balcony except for her sheer black thong panties. 

"My boxers now?" I asked hopefully.

"No. Not yet. First, you need to see who your wife has chosen as the man who will make her his toy. Pick up the scarf."

I bent over and picked up the black scarf. Beneath it was the photo album, and the page was open to an 8X10 picture of a big, hard, black uncircumcised cock. It looked like a life sized picture of a 7 inch cock. I could see why my wife blushed.

I looked up to see Erica's reaction to my enlightenment. She was waiting for me to acknowledge her, and had her thumbs hooked under the waistband of her panties. She licked her lips sensuously as she dropped her panties down to her ankles, and, surprisingly, kicked them backwards over the edge of the fourth floor balcony. 

Even more surprisingly, my normally demure wife turned to face away from me, with both her hands gripping the rail of the balcony, exposing her completely naked body to the man swimming laps and whoever else might be looking our way from the pool area or the surrounding balconies. She bent over, spread her legs slightly and wiggled her butt, and I got a pretty good look at her backdoor pucker and could just barely see her pussy lips peeking out between her upper thighs.

Dr. Andrews left me standing there with my cock making a tent in my boxers as she picked up her bag, stood up and went over to the bedroom door, opening it. "Mark, you can come on out now."

Mark came out of the bedroom, still stark naked, still hard and still slowly stroking his slippery cock. Dr. Andrews reached into the bag and pulled out the bottle of lubricant, handing it to him and looking back at me, "Take John out to get Erica ready. Otis will be here shortly." Mark smiled when he heard the name. The doctor went into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Mark walked up to me.

"Erica made a good choice...Otis is a talented guy with an impressive dick. She's going to have a lot of fun." He looked out at Erica on the balcony. "God damn your wife is hot, John. Take off your boxers, grab that scarf and let's go get her ready."

I dropped my boxers and glanced down one more time at the picture as I picked up the scarf. Mark opened the slider and Erica didn't even turn to look as he stepped up behind her and opened the bottle of lube. I moved in beside him and noticed that the man who had been swimming laps was now lying on a deck chair on the opposite side of the pool, facing my brazenly naked wife. He was wearing a dark blue speedo, sunglasses and nothing else. From the look of it, he was sporting a pretty big erection and was subtly squeezing the head of his cock through his bathing suit. He smiled when he saw me looking at him, and made no move to look away.

"First, use that scarf to blindfold her. It's more erotic for her if she can't see what's going on, at least at first." I stepped forward to the railing. The man by the pool was talking on a cell-phone as he looked up at us. He was more openly tugging at the erection in his bathing suit, every so often casting furtive glances around to see if someone else was watching him watching us. Except for Erica, who was staring right at him, and the two naked men who were attending to her it didn't appear that there was anyone else around. As I raised the scarf to her face, Erica gave him a knowing smile and a little wave. He waved back as I covered her eyes and tied the scarf snugly behind her head.

Mark waved me over to where he was standing next to my wife's bent-over backside. He opened the lube container and dribbled some of the clear viscous liquid down Erica's crack. As it flowed gradually over her hole and toward her pussy he looked up at me. "Work that into her ass. Otis likes to use his sex toys in the ass, especially pale white ones Erica. With a dick as big as his you're going to want to make sure she's well-lubed" 

My wife wiggled her beautiful bottom and moaned as I pressed my fingers against her opening, sliding at first one finger then a second into her tight anus. Mark kept dribbling on the lube as I worked it into her. Finally I had three fingers inside her and she felt completely slippery as far up as I could reach. I figured she was fully lubed and looked up for the next instruction. 

He looked at Erica then at me. "I don't think that she's going to need any lube in her pussy, she looks pretty damn wet and I can smell her juice from here. Still, to make her better for presentation, you should work her open and spread out her lips. This is the way he's first going to see her, and let's show her off as well as we can."

I knelt down behind my wife, looking up at her glorious blonde pussy. I think she had trimmed it closer than I'd seen in a long time; her wispy pubes barely covered her mound, and her hair was short enough so that her sex was completely exposed. I was really tempted to stick my tongue inside her, but refrained and instead did as I was told. I reached up with both hands and tweaked her full outer labia, spreading and massaging them with my thumbs, opening her vagina. When her outer lips were fully engorged I reached between then and unfolded her thin, pink inner labia, pulling the flaps toward me as far as I could without hurting her, then spreading them out over her mound. She was squirming the whole time, and moaning slightly. I leaned back and took in the full effect. My wife's hot, moist pussy was spread and open like a lascivious orchid blossom. 

I stood up and looked out over the pool area again. Two other men had joined the first. They looked all about the same age, maybe early seventies, so the first must have called his friends from neighboring condos to come enjoy the show. Erica was still dutifully bent over holding onto the railing, and while I was arranging her cunny Mark had reached under her to massage her breasts and pinch her nips. 

The first man, who had been swimming, slipped back into the pool without his bathing suit as he watched Mark get my wife's nipples puffy and erect. He was using the water as cover to play with himself as he watched. The other two had their hands stuck deep into their shorts pockets, not very discreetly rubbing themselves as they took in the free show. I thought it would be nice if the men had a more unobstructed view of my wife's naked body, so I gathered her long blonde locks, and laid her hair out across her back where it wouldn't be in the way. The man in the pool flashed me a thumb's up in appreciation.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the bedroom door open. Dr. Andrews emerged, having changed out of her conservative business attire into a white surgeon's labcoat...and just a labcoat. Her hair was pulled into a bun, and she had put on a pair of dark-rimmed glasses. Around her shoulders she wore a stethoscope, and though she still had the white stockings on, she had changed into a pair of white pumps to match the overall outfit. She opened the slider and asked for Mark and me to go back into the living room. She stepped out onto the balcony as we both did as we were told. 

"Erica, honey, you looks so beautiful and sweet. Otis will be here soon. Hold on to your silver heart." My wife reached up with her right hand and held the necklace dangling down from her neck.

"Are you in that special place, Erica?"

"Yes, Jennifer."

"Good. Remember, it is your choice to be a sex-toy for his big, hard, black cock. As a toy, no matter what he says to you, or does, you may not speak unless he tells you to, though you may moan and make other sexual noises as appropriate. You will assume any position he places you in or asks you to assume without resistance, and maintain it with minimal movement. You will perform any sexual act he asks you to perform without delay or objections. You will gladly take anything that he gives you and put it into any hole he asks you to put it. Do you understand?" Erica nodded.

"You may not have an orgasm unless he specifically allows it. Any time you have an orgasm you are not only allowed to cry out with whatever words, sounds or moans that possess you, but you will make sure you make more noise than you have ever made during sex in your entire life. Do you understand?" My wife nodded once. 

"Oh, there are three elderly gentlemen watching you at this moment from the pool area. They are masturbating while they look at you. Arch your back to better display your breasts to them and hold that position until Otis arrives." My wife did as she was told without a word.

Dr. Andrews turned back to the living room, leaving Erica outside alone, blindfolded and naked, with the sliding door wide open.

"You two, clear off the coffee table and place it in the center of the room, and move the couches back to the edges. I want the coffee table to serve as a stage for the sex. Take the loose pillows and cushions off the couches and put them on the table, whatever is left over put on the carpet around the table." She went to sit on one of the high stools by the kitchen counter, as Mark grabbed the silk flower arrangement off the coffee table, which left me to pick up the photo album. A strong tremor of excitement coursed through my body as I picked the album up and gazed again at the thick black cock that would soon be inside my wife. By the time I got back from the mini-bar where I left the book, Mark was already trying to move the long heavy carved-wooden coffee table by himself. I went to help, and soon we had the table and couches moved and the pillows arranged as Dr. Andrews had asked. 

It was just in time, because a loud knock at the door signaled that our director had arrived. The doctor looked at me and told me to go answer it. I went, fully naked and making no attempt to hide my near-bursting erection, and opened the door without checking the peephole. Standing before me was a thickly-built black man, somewhat shorter than me, and older, maybe early fifties, with a grizzled close-cut beard that matched what little hair was left on his male-pattern bald head. 

"Otis? Welcome!"

He stepped quickly, confidently into the condo, shrugging off his camel colored blazer and handing it to me. "You must be John. I'm looking forward to fucking your sex toy." He looked down at my hard-on. "Looks like you're looking forward to me fucking her too." He walked around the Chinese screen and scanned around the room until his eyes alit on my wife's naked form on the balcony. He smiled broadly, and turned toward the doctor, "What a beautiful doll you've brought me, Jennifer. Unless you have other plans, I'll get started right away." 

It wasn't really a question. He was on his way onto the balcony before she could answer, "Of course, you are the director, go right ahead."

As he stepped out onto the balcony he let out a long low whistle. "Wow. You are a perfect little plaything, aren't you. What a gorgeous white ass. Long, sexy legs. Beautiful long blonde hair up here." Otis stood behind my wife, grabbed a handful of her hair in his left hand and used it to pull her up into a standing position. With his right hand he reached between her legs and pushed his finger quickly and roughly into her pussy. "And beautiful short blonde hair down here...just like I like it." 

He kept pulling back on my wife's hair and started thrusting his finger in and out of her pussy, each time lifting her more until she was on her tiptoes with her head tilted back, and her hips and chest thrust forward to maintain her balance. 

Still finger-fucking her as he leaned over Erica's shoulder and shouted down to the spectators below, "You like this blonde, pale fuck-doll of mine, old men? She's wet and she's tight and she's all fuckin' mine. I bet you old geezers don't even dream this good. Before I'm done with this little white doll I'm gonna cum all over her pretty face, I'm gonna cum in her tight pussy, and I'm gonna cum in that sweet ass. Then maybe I'll do it all again. I'm gonna leave her limp and wet like a fucking rag doll." 

Otis turned his head toward the living room for a second, his finger still moving in and out of my wife swiftly and roughly. "John, get your naked ass out here!" I moved quickly to take a position at Erica's side. From the balcony I could see that at least one of the men had given up being discreet about masturbating, and had taken out his dick to give it a good tugging. Otis turned his attention back to the men.




Erica's Debut Ch. 03



"And you know the best part about it?" he yelled down. "The best part is my fuck-toy is married to this guy." He looked over at me then back at the men. "He's gonna watch me use every one of her holes over and over. Then this husband's gonna thank me for fucking his baby doll by sucking all my cum out of her."

Otis pulled his finger out of Erica's pussy and relaxed his grip on her hair, letting her down off her tiptoes. He turned to me and brought his wet finger up to his nose, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, lovely bouquet...walk this doll inside so I can stuff her full of dick." I turned my naked wife around to guide her back to the living room when Otis stopped me. "Bend her over and spread her ass cheeks...we want to give the audience a good view up her snatch." I did as I was told, giving the three men in the pool area a parting glance worth remembering. 

"Put her on all fours on the table, head toward this window, tail toward the front door." Otis trailed behind us and had almost closed the door when he reconsidered. He slid the door back open and stepped out onto the balcony. "If you three promise to do as you're told you can come up and watch the rest of the show. Interested?" I couldn't see the men anymore but Otis chuckled, and then called down to them "Room 405, and make it quick, if we've started by the time you get here you aren't getting in."

I had just finished arranging Erica on the pillow covered coffee-table on her hands and knees. In this position, when the men arrived they would be looking right up her naked ass as soon as they got around the divider, assuming Otis wasn't already blocking the view. 

The thought of my wife being thoroughly used by this domineering black man in front of Mark, the doctor and three complete strangers was absolutely thrilling and almost totally inconceivable. Just three weeks ago my wife caught me masturbating and I confessed a secret fantasy to her. Now she was going to serve as a sex toy for the entertainment of five men, all under a gorgeous, redheaded doctor's orders. 

To be continued....



Erica's Debut



"What about the other one? Where's my fourth cock?"

"Ah, I mean, I thought you wanted me to get three?" I was worried I had misunderstood her e-mail and had messed things up.

"And don't you bellmen naturally come equipped with one of your own? Let's see it!"

"Oh! Yes, ma'm, right away." I looked up at her and she was smiling wickedly at me. I quickly unzipped my fly and fumbled around in my pants trying to get my stiff cock out of my pants. 

"Not that way...drop your pants, I want to see the whole package!"

I nervously glanced around, there was still no one anywhere in the hall. "Okay." I undid my belt and opened the clasp of my pants. Hooking my thumbs inside the waistband of my pants and boxers I dropped them to my knees and stood back up. My cock was bobbing up and down with excitement.

"Hmmm, not as big as that other one or exotic as that black one...come closer so I can inspect it." I waddled toward the opening and put my cock as far through it as I could. She reached down and took me firmly in her hand, squeezing my cock tightly, almost painfully so. Then she reached down and cupped my balls and hefted and rolled them between her fingers. "Very realistic though. Maybe I'll give this one a good hard milking with my hands. That might be fun...I'll take it!" She pulled my balls through the opening in the door as if she was accepting one of the dildos. "Oh, silly me, I guess I have to open the door for this one, don't I? Step back, unless you want me to close you in."

I stood back, my pants sliding further down all the way to my ankles, and she closed the door. I could hear the chain being undone on the other side, then the door lock being turned, then turned again, then the chain being jingled, then the door handle being jiggled. Then her muffled voice, giggling on the other side of the door, "Wait a bit, I have to figure out how this door works...they really should make these easier to operate." Finally, after what seemed like a full minute, the door handled turned and she opened the door.

Standing before me, silhouetted against the light of the late afternoon sun streaming through the balcony doors, was the most beautiful vision I can remember in out twenty years together. Erica's long blonde hair had been styled and put up in a loose bun held together with black and silver hair sticks, with streamers of golden light curls cascading down over her shoulders and back. She was dressed in a black satin demi-cup strapless corset, matching black satin panties, and sheer black silk stockings attached to the corset with straps. Almost as tall as I am in her stockinged feet, she virtually towered over me in shiny patent platform heels. I stood agape in the hall, forgetting for the moment that I was naked from the waist down and sporting a hard-on, and simply stared at my gorgeous wife.

"Come in, before you catch cold." My wife turned to go into the room, revealing her well shaped, pale white ass framed by the black garter straps and the corset, her perfect cheeks minimally covered by the tiny bikini panties. As I stumbled into the doorway, trying not to trip over my pants and underwear, she turned back over her shoulder and said, "Where'd you put the wine?"

Damn! I had forgotten the wine! I started to pull up my pants again so that I remedy my mistake. "I'm sorry honey, I forgot. Maybe I there's a place close by where I can get some."

"Hmm..." she said with a touch of disappointment, "I'm really not sure I can get into the proper mood without the wine." She stepped all the way into the room, still facing away from me. The room she had gotten was very posh. The bed was king sized, with an elegant comforter and a carved wooden headboard. On two sides were large oval mirrors. Opposite the foot of the bed was a carved wooden dresser that matched the headboard, and on it she had stood up the three dildos in ascending size order. On the back of the dresser rested a large square mirror, so it looked as though there were six hard cocks rising from the top of a broad wooden surface. She stepped over to them and started to casually brush her fingers across the heads of the three realistic penises, as though she was trying to make sure they stayed hard for her. "I've got an idea though...something to keep me in the mood. You don't need to go out, just hop into the bathroom and take a quick shower. When you come out I want you dressed in a towel, just a towel, okay?" She turned around to the digital camera, which she had put on a tripod near the balcony doors, and started fiddling with the settings. I had paused, trying to figure out what she was planning. She looked up at me and asked, "you do still want to do this, don't you?"

"Yes, yes...very much." I stepped out of my shoes, pants and boxers on the way to the bathroom. "I'll be out shortly." I stripped off my shirt and socks after closing the door behind me, and turned on the shower. As it warmed up, I thought I heard my wife saying something, but it could have been her turning on the radio. She liked to listen to the radio while we messed around, and often listened to it a bit too loudly for my tastes. I hopped into the shower and quickly lathered off the day's grunge. I'd never seen my wife is such an adventurous mood, and I didn't want to take the chance that her mood would change if I delayed.

Hopping back out of the shower I toweled off and wrapped the towel around my waist, trapping my firm erection up against my stomach. I ran my fingers through my hair and checked in the mirror to make sure I wasn't too goofy looking before I stepped back out into the room. Erica had turned the radio on, and as usual it was too loud. She had positioned herself on the end of the bed with her hands on her widely spread knees, and asked "Is this a good pose?" 

"Absolutely! You look very dominant that way." I moved quickly to get behind the camera and snap several shots. With each picture Erica changed her pose slightly, from dominant to demure to catlike to sultry, and back to dominant again, all without really shifting much from her original position.

I was about to ask her if she wanted to start posing with the dildos, when there was a sharp rap on the door, "Room service!" announced the male voice on the other side. 

"Oh good, there's the wine!" my wife said to me. She turned off the radio, then yelled "Bring it in!" she toward the door. The door handle clicked, then the door opened as the tall young bellman backed the tray into the room. 

"Two bottles of our best cabernet and a chocolate dessert tray," he announced. He was almost at the foot of the bed before he stopped the cart and turned toward us. Startled, he looked back and forth from my wife, to me, then back to her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he stammered, "I'll just leave this and...."

"No worries," my wife interjected, "we hadn't started yet so there was nothing to interrupt. I hope we haven't offended you?" 

He was staring at my wife's long, beautiful legs but he managed to pry his eyes free to meet her gaze, "Oh, no, not at all, Mrs. Smith. Will that be all?"

My wife stood, and though the bellman was taller than me, probably six feet tall, she was taller than both of us in her platform heels. "I'd like you to open the wine, if you don't mind, Mark." She had approached him closely enough to read his name off his name tag, even without her glasses. As she moved I noticed that the top of her corset was beginning to slide down, exposing the tops of her large, pink areolas. This didn't escape Mark's notice, either, and he went from staring at her legs to staring at her chest.

"I don't mind at all, Mrs. Smith." (I guess she checked us in using a highly unoriginal assumed name). He fumbled with the corkscrew...it was one of those complex types that was hard to operate even when you were paying attention to what you were doing, and he wasn't paying attention at all. He finally got the cork out, and poured two glasses, offering one to her. When she took it she made sure that their fingertips met and that she stroked his hand before securing the glass. She swirled the wine in the glass, then took a sip, staring the whole time down toward the crotch of his pants, where an obvious erection was starting to pulse. 

"Mmmm, that's yummy," she cooed, without clearly indicating whether she referred to the wine or his erection. "Could you open the other bottle, too? I'm not sure either of us will be in a position to open it after the first one is emptied." My wife drained the rest of her wine in a few quick swallows, then bent over to pick up a chocolate truffle from the tray on the serving cart. In this position her left breast was almost completely exposed to the young man. 

He didn't even answer. Moving in slow motion with his eyes never leaving my wife, Mark started to open the other bottle. My wife walked past him to lean back against the dresser, where the three erect dildos still stood, and put her glass down between the mirror and the dildos. She absently reached behind her and started to stroke the longest one while her eyes wandered up and down the bellman's body. "Do you mind if my husband takes a couple of pictures? You can just keep doing what you are doing...I'll do all the posing."

"I don't mind." I think the poor kid had broken into a visible sweat by this point. His hands were shaking as he again tried to uncork the second bottle without looking at it. I started to click the camera. Erica started posing by turning her shapely rear toward the bellman, bending over at the waist and leaning down to kiss the tip of the black dildo. Mark's eyes darted from my wife's ass to the mirror, where I'm sure he had a good view both of her teasing oral treatment on the dildo and also a wonderful view down the top of her corset. I shifted the tripod so that I could gather it all in to a single frame, and my wife responded by running one hand up and down the shaft of the dildo as she wrapped her lips around its whole fat head, while running the fingers of her other hand under her the back of her panties. All the while she made yummy, slurpy sounds. 

Meanwhile, Mark finally "popped" the cork out of the second bottle. He stood there with the bottle in one hand and the corkscrew in the other while my wife turned to face him, leaning back against the dresser and spreading her legs slightly. She picked up the second glass of wine that the bellman had poured for me from the serving cart, drained it quickly, then placed it on the dresser next to the other empty one. She looked up at the young man, then up and down her own long, curvy form. "I'm not too bad--for an old lady--am I Mark?" 

"No, you're not!" he said eagerly. "That is, you look great and you're not an old lady. You shouldn't think that about yourself. You're very hot."

"That's so sweet of you to say. I am feeling rather warm right now. Maybe it's the wine. Maybe it's being dressed this way in front of two sexy men. Maybe it's these three toy cocks my husband bought me today. You know what we're going to do with these Mark?" He shook his head, though he probably knew the answer, I think he wanted to hear her say it. She turned to face the dresser and the dildos again. "My husband bought me these so he could take pictures of me stuffing them into my ass, and my mouth, and my pussy." As she mentioned each of her openings she pointed out which of the dildos was the intended penetrator. 

She nodded toward me. "He likes me to pretend that I'm having sex with other men. If he takes the pictures right, it will look like I'm taking three strangers' hard dicks into each of my holes. Does that sound like fun to watch? Would you like to watch me get fucked by these three strangers' cocks? Or is all this too kinky?" She looked at him in the mirror again, her breasts were more than halfway out of the corset, and she seemed to be enjoying having him stare at her mostly bare chest. He appeared to be trying to formulate a response when she continued.

"You don't seem to mind, and you do seem to be enjoying the view!" She looked down at her own breasts, and with another deft, intentional shrug on her part, they swung completely free of the corset. Then she glanced at the front of his trousers. Mark blushed and started to apologize. 

My wife wasn't allowing interruption. "No, dear, don't worry, I like that you are looking at me. I'm usually so shy and quiet. This is really different for me, being dressed all sexy like this." She turned to face him again. All the shifting and turning and bending had made the corset creep farther down her torso, it had gone from being a demi-cup to a waist cincher. "My top seems to have fallen down..." she said, looking down again at her exposed chest. She moved her hands over the tops of her breasts, as though she had become modest, then she started to try to pull the corset up, but abandoned that strategy in favor of simply caressing and tweaking her own nipples. She looked back up and him while continuing to touch herself. "Can I have some more wine, please?" The two glasses were on the dresser behind her, next to the dildos, and she made no move to hand him one.

"Yes, ma'am," Mark stuttered. He put the full bottle down on the tray and picked up the other one that we had started, stepping toward the dresser, and my wife, to retrieve a glass. His erection was evident, and fairly impressive, in the front of his khaki pants, and as he leaned forward to pick up the glass it nearly brushed my wife's thigh. He was standing only inches from her, holding the glass and bottle at chest level, almost brushing against her pointy nipples as he poured the wine. She had a devilish smile on her face, reveling in the attention he was giving her and the apparent discomfort it was causing him to be this close to a sexually charged married woman in front of her husband.

He handed her the glass, or rather she reached up and took it from him, making sure she pulled the glass toward her as she did so, thus pressing the backs of his fingers gently against her right breast. "Are you old enough to drink, Mark?" she whispered.

"Yes, ma'm. I'm 21...last month."

"Why don't you pour yourself a glass, then. My husband won't be needing any wine tonight. That is, unless you need to go back to work. Are we taking too much of your time?"

"No, ma'am!" Mark shot back. "I'm getting off here... I mean this was my last run before punching out.... I could use a glass of wine, actually." He leaned toward her and reached around to get the other empty glass off the dresser. As he did, she lifted her leg slightly to bring her stocking-covered thigh in contact with the tent in the front of his pants. An audible moan escaped his lips, and he seemed to lean into her as he retrieved the glass. As he poured, my wife leaned forward so that her nipples grazed the backs of both his hands, causing him to twitch and splash a few drops of wine across her breasts and onto her corset. "Oh, I'm sorry!! I didn't mean...." He stood frozen, unsure of what to do.

"No worries, dear." She looked over at me. "Honey, help me out of this wet corset while Mark here cleans the wine off my breasts." My wife, still leaning back against the dresser, put her glass down. She raised both hands behind and placed them behind her head, ostensibly to hold the wisps of loose hair away from the corset clasps, but the real and probably intended effect was to further expose and thrust her naked breasts toward the bellman. I started to unhook the twenty or so clasps down the back of the corset, starting at the top. He put the glass and wine bottle down, and reached over toward the service cart for a napkin. "Not that way silly," my wife giggled at him. "Use your lips, and don't miss any spots." 

Keeping her left hand behind her neck she put her right behind his head and guided the bellman's mouth to her taut left nipple, where a drop of wine hung perilously close to falling. He caught the drop on his outstretched tongue, then eagerly took her nipple into is mouth and suckled. Erica moaned and pulled him against her more tightly. I was just two clasps from having the corset unhooked when I stopped to unhook the garters from her stocking tops. By the time I had the garters unsnapped and the last two eyelets unclasped she reached forward and took his head between both hands, guiding his mouth deliberately across her chest toward her neglected right breast. "Don't forget to clean up your whole mess, sweetie." 

I unwrapped the corset, slipping it out from between them, and quickly returned to my camera duties as my wife led the bellman to her right nipple, which he engulfed in his mouth. "Harder...suck harder," she whispered feverishly. He obliged and she yelped in pleasure, pushing his head away so that her nipple "popped" out of his mouth. She held him there, his mouth still open as she looked down her naked torso. "You missed a spot...quick, before it gets away." She guided him to the top of a winedrop trail that started its journey under her right breast and led down her belly toward her hipbone. By the time he got to the end of the trail the drop had just reached the thin waistband of her black satin bikini panties, and he chased it underneath the elastic with his tongue.

She laughed as she guided him away from her hips, where he appeared to be eager to burrow into her panties to get to her pussy. "Not so fast... slow down there, Tiger," she laughed. She pulled him to a standing postion by gently tugging his ears. 

"I liked it when you were playing with these, and sucking on them...." She cupped her hands under her perky breasts and tweaked her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Mark simply stood and gawked, watching her, waiting for her to tell him what to do next. "This is really intense for me...except for my husband and my doctor, no grown man has seen my breasts since before I got married. I really liked the feeling of your mouth on my nipples, you know. I didn't know that I would...I was pretty certain I wouldn't. Not anything about you. Actually I thought I would be embarrassed. I was afraid you wouldn't like me, but you are so eager and excited and so obviously enjoying seeing me that you're really turning me on...." 

She paused a moment, her right hand reaching over to get her wineglass, and her left trailing from her breast down to the waistband of her panties. The bellman was still mesmerized, waiting for some cue or command to signal his next move. She closed her eyes and drank half the glass in a single quick gulp. When she opened her eyes again she appeared more relaxed and more sensuous. She was transforming right in front of me. I didn't know where this was going, but so far it felt like a dream come true.

"So, Mark...would you like to stay with us and play a while longer?" He was nodding yes, emphatically. "I can't promise you anything. I don't know how far I'm really willing to go, maybe not much further at all, but right now I want to play and I've got a wicked idea how you can help. Are you willing to take a chance?"

"Yes, please...I'd love to stay and help you play. Don't worry about me, I just want to help you have fun, ma'am," he responded earnestly.

"Oh, you're so sweet. I could just eat you up...and maybe I will!" My wife put the glass down and started to stand up, but between the effect of the wine and the sexual tension she seemed a bit wobbly on the tall platform heels. She leaned back against the dresser, then lifted herself up so that she was sitting on the dresser, legs dangling in front of her.

"These shoes have to go...I know they are totally sexy, but I'm going to fall off of them and sprain my ankle. Mark...." she said, coyly batting her eyelashes for effect, "could you help me get these off?" She started to lift one foot toward him. In an instant he was down on his knees in front of her, taking her calf in one hand and working on the buckle of the ankle strap with the other. Quickly he had the strap undone and eased the shoe off her foot. She sighed and flexed her toes. Instead of reaching for her other foot he looked up at her and brought her foot to his face. "Really?" she said, seeming incredulous about he was planning to do. Even though I think she has really sexy, pretty feet, she's always felt self-conscious about them. 




Erica's Debut



He brought her silk-covered big toe to his lips, kissing it gently, then sucking it hungrily. She moaned in pleasure. He took each toe in turn, giving them equal attention, then he rested her bare foot on his thigh and lifted the other one to take off the shoe. By the time he was done ministering to the toes of the other foot, she was practically purring.

"That was really nice, thank you so much! You are really making me feel sexy...I never really even let my husband do that...but you make it feel so good, so natural." She flexed and lifted one leg, and placed her foot on his shoulder, then did the same with the other. Here was my wife, who usually was so shy about her body that she preferred making love with the lights off, sitting naked except for her stockings and panties on a hotel dresser with a stranger kneeling between her legs gazing directly at her thinly covered crotch. Seeing her through his eyes gave me a whole new view of her, like admiring her for the first time myself. This was already the most sexually charged experience of my life, and who knew where it would go from here? I don't think that at that moment even Erica had a clear plan in mind.

"What do you prefer, Mark, stockings on, or off?"

"Definitely on, you have increadibly sexy legs and feet, Mrs. Smith, and I love the way they look with the sheer black stockings on!"

"Alright, then, as you wish," she said, smiling and sliding off the dresser to a standing position. Her blonde pussy, covered only by one thin, obviously damp piece of fabric, was only a couple of inches from his face. He leaned as close as he could without making contact and inhaled deeply. She reached down and tilted his head back to look into his eyes, asking "Do I smell okay?"

He smiled broadly, "You smell delicious...I'm sure you taste just as good."

"Hmmm, well my husband says so...I've never developed a taste for pussy juice myself, much to his dismay." She was still using one hand to keep his face greater than a tongue's length away, but to my surprise she placed her other hand on her chest and slid it slowly down her belly to the top of her panties. He followed her progress as she slid her fingers beneath the waistband and under the fabric, where her fingers wiggled and dallied. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she apparently dipped a finger inside. "Mmmph...I'm sooo wet. I've never, ever, ever been this wet." She pulled out her hand and stuck out her finger, glistening with her own nectar. "How do I taste?" Mark deep-throated her out-stretched finger, making "mmm" noises and working his tongue vigorously to get very drop. She finally took her finger out of his mouth so he could answer.

"Amazing...just like I thought you would taste."

"Stand up, I want to tell you my idea." She helped him to stand. Without her heels, she was now three or four inches shorter than him, and they were standing so close that the tent in his pants was touching her belly, just above her waistband. She backed up toward the dresser again and made more space between them. She handed him his wine and asked him to drink, and he drained it in just a couple of swallows.

Everything that had happened so far had surpassed my fantasies, but what my wife did next was the biggest shock yet. She squatted before him, so that she was eye level with his crotch and his pulsing hard-on. She looked up and asked, "boxers, or briefs?"

"Actually, boxer briefs," he answered, somewhat quizically.

"Perfect." She raised her hands to his waistband and holding his belt buckle in one hand took the tongue of his zipper in the other. "Do you mind?" she asked, already certain of the answer.

"No, not at all." She was already slowly unzipping him as he replied. When his fly was completely open she reached inside with her left hand and firmly gripped his hard-on. 

"Wow, you are sooo hard. This is the first time I've had another guy's hard cock in my hand for over twenty years. You feel so good and so hard. I could just squeeze this all night." She continued to wrangle in his pants, squeezing and tugging and pulling. He had his eyes closed and his head tilted back, and seemed to be fighting off a premature climax. 

"Don't cum yet...we need to save that for later, okay?" He grunted and nodded. "I've almost got it...there!" She gave a final turn of her wrist and pulled her hand out. Erica took a moment to look at his crotch. Where the tent had been was now just a flat expanse. She must have tucked his cock down into the leg of his boxer briefs or up in between his legs, because what had been completely conspicuous was now invisible. Without standing up and without looking she reached behind her and fumbled with the rubber cocks, grabbing the big one first , then moving on until she got the black one. She picked it up and held it in front of her face, then tucked the base of it through his fly and zipped it up partway. It looked exactly like a black man had unzipped in front of her and taken out his hard-on. Mark and I both knew immediately what she wanted.

"There, that's perfect." She looked up at him with a gleam in her eye. "First, you are going to be my first black lover, and you're going to fuck my mouth with that pretty cock. Then, you are going to be my anal fuck buddy, and ream my backdoor with that little dildo. Next, you are going to be my super-hung stud and fuck my pussy with that huge schlong...assuming it fits. Finally, if you're a very, very good boy, you can take the real thing out and we'll find something fun to do with it. All the while my husband is going to take pictures of me with all four of you hard, horny guys. Okay?"

"Most definitely okay. You're a very hot lady, Mrs, Smith." Mark seemed really into helping my wife with her fantasy, and this was turning out far more intense than I hand anticipated when I got my wife's e-mail a few hours ago.

She gave his real cock a squeeze through his pants and stood up. "You are too sweet, and very hard," she grinned. She took the bellman by the hand and led him to the foot of the bed, picking up a couple of chocolates off the tray of treats he had delivered. He held onto the silicone cock so it didn't fall out of his pants while she positioned him, and told me where to position the camera. Once we were both in place she started rubbing the chocolate on the dildo. "I've always fantasized that a black cock tasted like chocolate, and I want to enjoy this one while I suck it. Just keep your white hands and arms out of the way while I suck your big, black cock, Mark." 

I took forty or fifty pictures of my wife sucking that black dildo...closeups, over the shoulder, from the side and from behind her, carefully cropping each picture so that all that was seen was my pale, blonde wife worshipping the cock of an unknown dark-skinned stranger. My wife posed wonderfully, using both hands to stroke the shaft, sticking out her tongue, deep throating the fat dick, and looking right into the camera with an evil grin as she playfully nibbled on the head. All the while she played up her role, telling him what a wonderful cock he had, and how good it tasted and how she couldn't wait to feel it inside her. With all the dirty talk and my sexy wife topless on her knees in front of him, the bellman didn't seem to be having any problems staying in character. Several times Erica stopped the action so that she could help "reposition" his real cock to make sure it didn't show in the pictures. Each time she seemed to spend more and more time stroking and tugging at the discreetly hidden lump between his legs.

Finally, when she thought I probably had enough pictures, my wife got off her knees and sat on the end of the bed. She asked Mark to kneel at the foot of the bed next to her, and after guiding his hands up to her breasts, she demonstrated how she wanted her nipples pinched and pulled, and he obliged. "Honey," she said, looking at me, "could you go get a couple of glasses of water from the bathroom?" As I put the camera down and headed to the bathroom, I saw my wife pulling Mark's head down so that he could suck on one nipple while continuing to pinch the other. While I was around the corner retrieving the glasses, I heard my wife saying something softly, and when I walked back into the room, Mark seemed to be agreeing, though it was hard to tell what he was saying since his mouth was full of my wife's left breast. 

I handed her one of the glasses of water and she drank about half of it. Mark detached himself long enough to drink a few sips from the other glass. They both handed me their glasses and I went to put them on the service cart. When I turned around I saw my wife lying back on the bed, eyes closed, wither her arms stretched above her head. Mark was trailing kisses up from her breast, until he was nuzzling and kissing her neck. As I circled around the bed to get the camera and tripod, he kissed his way up to her ear and along her cheekbone. As he started to kiss her cheek she turned her face toward him, and their lips met. Tentatively at first, they kissed. He licked her pursed lips and she responded by opening them slightly, and meeting his tongue with hers. 

For the first time this evening I felt a twinge of jealousy. I was still enormously turned on watching my wife with another man, but what had started out as sexy playful fun had turned into a passionate kiss. Their lips were pressed hard against each other, their tongues obviously exploring each other's mouths. His hand had moved back down to her breast, where he caressed her gently, and he swung his hips over hers, pressing his inner thigh against her mound. The black dildo had fallen out of his fly and lay harmlessly between her legs, now spread to meet his grinding hips. There was nothing left for me to do but to raise the camera and capture the moment of passion. For several long moments their embrace continued, and they remained oblivious to my presence.

The, finally, my wife broke off the kiss, gasping with excitement. She brought Mark's head down and whispered something in his ear. He nodded, began to rise from the bed, then dipped down to lightly brush his lips against hers before getting completely off the bed. My wife sighed deeply and rolled over on her side toward me. She looked up and whispered, "are we still okay?" My heart was pounding with the mix of jealousy and sheer erotic lust. The lust won out, and I nodded and smiled, quietly she replied "Good...I'm glad this is making you happy...I'm having a lot of fun, too." 

She closed her eyes again and rolled onto her stomach, sighing with contentment. I looked up to see Mark standing by the dresser, arranging the small, white dildo in the front of his pants. It looked like it could be his own cock. He had opened the dresser drawer and retrieved a bottle of lubricant. She must have told him it was there. 

As Mark approached the foot of the bed, Erica spread her legs widely. He climbed onto the bed and knelt between her knees, the tip of the fake cock bobbing bawdily as he moved. She reached back with one hand and pulled the panties aside, arching her hips upward to expose the crack of her ass to the stranger between her legs. He expressed his appreciation by bending over and planting a kiss between her cheeks, his tongue darting out to lick her back entrance. 

"Mmmm, I like that" she purred, "but I need you to stick that cock inside me. I need you to fuck my ass. Will you please fuck my ass, Mr. Bellman? Pretty please?"

He remained silent, answering her instead by rising up on his knees and snapping open the bottle of lube. He poured a generous amount of lube over the first two fingers of his right hand, then drizzled a bit more directly on her puckered hole. He fingerpainted her ass crack with the clear, slippery liquid, then pressed his fingers against her opening. He slowly pushed one finger in to the second knuckle, then slid the second finger in and started to twist and wiggle them inside her. My wife was moaning and squirming with delight, whispering "stick it in, stick it in..." over and over, more and more urgently each time.

He withdrew his fingers and lubed up the dildo for penetration. He started to lean over to fuck her, but quickly decided that his hold on the fake cock was not strong enough to sustain that postion. "Arch your back, present that sweet ass to me if you want it fucked, Mrs. Smith." Erica immediately complied, keeping her head down but sticking her butt up to present an open target for his invasion. 

"Please, please, fuck my ass," she hissed quietly, pressing herself back toward him. He kept his distance, so that just the tip of the dildo was touching her opening, and teased her by rubbing it up and down over her hole.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I couldn't hear you...what did you need me to do?" he replied mockingly.

"Please, please, fuck my ass with that hot cock of yours," she answered at a normal volume.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I still can't hear you. What do you need?" 

"Goddamnit!!" she screamed so loudly that I'm sure everyone on the floor could hear. "Stick that slick hot cock all the way up my ass and fuck me, you bastard!!"

He aimed the tip of the well-lubricated toy right at her backdoor and pressed forward with his hips. The tip of the head popped in and my wife let out a loud, low guttural moan. He slid it rapidly the rest of the way in and started a steady pumping rhythm as my wife grunted in satisfaction with every stroke, "yes...yes...fuck...yes...good...fuck...yes...god...yessss!" My wife reached down between her legs and started twiddling herself with her fingers as I move around the two of them to take more pictures. If I wasn't capturing all of this on disk I never would have believed it. My shy, almost prudish wife with her butt arched way up in the air, giving up her ass to a stranger with a dildo, and grunting and moaning like an animal in heat. Normally she was extremely quiet during sex, but once he made her yell for what she wanted she had pulled out all the stops. In less than a minute after he fully entered her she was screaming and shuddering in orgasm, "Oh! Fuck!! YESSSS!!!" Then she collapsed forward on the bed, sliding off the bellman's weapon.

Erica rolled over onto her back as he looked around for someplace to put the used dildo. She reached up toward me and grabbed my towel, yanking it off me and setting my hard cock free. "Here, wrap it up in this Mark, and go get the big one, quick...I need my pussy filled." He took the towel and did as she instructed. As he stood over by the dresser trying to fit the base of the big dildo into his fly, she lazily reached over and cupped my balls in her hand. "Still having fun? You okay with all of this?" I nodded in silent assent. "I hope so, because I'm not about to stop now."

"Honey, this is the best ever...I'm so glad you're having fun." I reached over to tweak her nipple but she slapped me away with her free hand and clasped her other one tightly around my balls.

"Uh uh, no way mister. Not for you, those are for him. My whole body is for him to use right now. My every opening for him to explore with those three nasty cocks you bought...that's what you asked for and that's what you get. We had a deal." As she spoke the last phrase she tugged my balls. "And no touching yourself, either. You get yours when...and if...I tell you to, and how I tell you to. These are mine..." tugging my balls again, harder this time, "just the same as this is Mark's to use with that other big thing you got me," she stated matter-of-factly as she patted her pussy, still mostly hidden by the misaligned black satin panties.

She looked over at him. Mark wasn't having much luck arranging the big dildo in his fly the way he had with the other two. The base and the balls were too wide and the shaft was too thick to fit nicely. He struggled to get it in but it would just fall out again. Erica changed the plan.

"Hey Mark, sweetie, just leave that thing over there for a minute and stand at the foot of the bed ." She pointed her toes toward where she wanted him to stand. She still had her other hand wrapped tightly around my scrotum, just above my balls, absentmindedly pulling and stretching my sac.

He dutifully came over, his fly still unzipped, and moved to the foot of the bed as she asked. "Hey Mark, you heard what I told my hubby, didn't you?" He nodded. "I said that all my holes are yours to invade with those three rubber cocks he bought me. You took my mouth with your black one and my ass with that smaller one, now it's time to fill me up with one last cock, if you still are up for it."

"I definitely am." Mark wasn't acting quite as headstrong as he had when he made my wife scream for the dick up her ass, but he had lost almost all the nervousness and uncertainty of earlier in the evening.

"Good, 'cause I need to have to be filled up soon. Could you do me one favor, baby?" He nodded. "Could you strip out of that uniform? I'd like to see and feel your young, strong body while you fuck me with that thing. Leave your briefs on." She smiled at him. He had started undoing the buttons of his long-sleeve khaki shirt the moment she said strip, and in no time at all he was naked except for his tight, white spandex boxer briefs. His hard, thick tool was trapped between his thigh and the clingy fabric. His large balls were held tight up against his body. He was well built and his muscles were clearly defined, but not overly large. He had what my wife liked to call, "a swimmer's body." 

"Wow, you have a great, tight, body...I love that washboard stomach." My wife scooted down on the bed toward Mark until she could reach him with her feet, all without losing her grip on my balls. She lifted one foot and started trailing her silk covered toes up and down his ripped abs. 

Meanwhile Mark took Erica's raised foot in both hands and massaged it while leaning forward to take her toes into his mouth again. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. She raised the other foot to the waistband of his briefs and traced her big toe down to the root of his cock, then gripped the length of his shaft with her toes and pressed firmly against his erection. He leaned forward to press harder, and moaned in pleasure as she rolled his cock against his thigh with her instep. The silk of her stockings and the spandex of his briefs slid across each other as though lubricated.

"Hey honey," my wife broke me out of my brief reverie with sweet words and a sharp, hard tug on my ball-sack. I was standing there staring at the way she was rubbing him with her foot, and had stopped taking pictures. "We're going to need some help here. Come over and stand by Mark at the end of the bed. Don't forget the camera." I moved around to the end of the bed as she asked. She stopped stroking his dick with her foot and propped herself up on her elbows. "I don't want Mark to stop what he's doing, he's really talented with his hands and mouth, so could you please take his briefs off? I need to see the dick I've been teasing for the last hour." I paused, reticent to touch him, and knowing that I'd need to in order to remove the body hugging briefs. "It's okay, he won't mind, will you Mark?" He shook his head in agreement with my wife.

I moved beside him and took hold of the waistband on both sides. Slowly I peeled the thin, stretchy material downward, revealing his pubic hair first, then the top of his thick shaft, then his heavy balls and finally releasing the tip of his cock from confinement, allowing it to spring upward in full glory. My wife gasped, and though I'm no connoisseur of other men's cocks, I could see why. His total package was nothing short of magnificent. Though his circumcised cock was not much longer than mine, it was much thicker, curved upward, and ridged with veins in a way that emphasized its masculinity. His head was very large and perfectly formed, the skin smooth and shiny with hardness. It was the kind of cock that could make him a very successful pornstar.




Erica's Debut



"That's beautiful," my wife whispered huskily, her attention never wavering from his throbbing staff. I pulled his briefs all the way down and he stepped out of them as my wife continued to stare at the completely naked young stud that stood before her. She looked into his eyes. "I need to feel your body against my body. Take off my stockings, Mark." She raised one leg and he gently, carefully rolled the stocking off and tossed it to the floor. He traced his tongue between each of her toes before laying her foot back on the bed. She lifted up her other leg and he repeated the same treatment. 

When he was done she placed her bare feet on his hips, then brought them together around the base of his cock, slowly stroking him. He closed his eyes again and let out a soft groan. He obviously loved the way my wife's feet looked and felt. She obviously loved his cock.

She put both feet on the bed with her legs bent, and lifted her hips up. "Now, please Mark, will you take off my panties?" Without making a sound he leaned forward and ran his hands up the outside of my wife's thighs, palm down, sliding his fingers under the thin waistband. He slowly began to pull her panties down this way, so that his fingertips never lost contact with her skin. The satin between her legs was dark and wet with her juices, and stuck slightly as he pulled. When the fabric finally let go it sprang away, suddenly revealing her golden pubic hair and engorged vulva, all coated with her aromatic juices. The effect was electric, and he quickly removed her underwear the rest of the way and tossed them to the floor.

The bellman now stood, his cock pulsing and dancing, at the foot of the bed between my wife's legs. He licked his lips suggestively, then quickly glanced back at the third dildo on the dresser, knowing what said she wanted, but torn between moving closer and moving away to retrieve the big rubber cock. I took the initiative to walk over to the dresser and pick it up, walking back over to his side so that I could hand it to him when she was ready. She had wrapped her toes around the base of his cock again by the time I returned.

She never took her eyes off him as she spoke, her lustful gaze darting back and forth between his cock and his face. "No," she gasped. "Not that...thing. I want to feel you inside me, Mark. Forget about the dildo. I want you to make love to me with that real, gorgeous thing between your legs. Make love to me, please?" He looked back at me, for approval, I suppose. 

My wife took her feet off his cock and said quietly to him, with a touch of admonition and maybe a bit of hurt in her voice, "Don't look at him. This isn't about him; this is about me, and you. Don't you want me Mark?"

"Yes!" He turned back to her and answered without doubt and without hesitation. "Yes, I want you very much."

"Then get up here and kiss me." My wife spread her knees and Mark climbed onto the bed between them. He dipped his head down as though to taste her, but she took him by the ears and redirected him. "No, kiss my lips, my neck, my ears, my face. I want you inside me, and I need to see your face when we come."

He crawled up the bed until they were face to face. His erection was pressed against her inner thigh, just shy of his target. He bowed his head down and kissed her full on the lips pressing their faces together in passion. She moaned and reached between his legs, aiming his cock between her folds. He broke the kiss and stared deeply into her eyes as he positioned himself to enter. 

This was the moment of truth, the moment of my wildest fantasy, and yet a moment of uncertainty as well. Another man's cock, a stranger's cock, was poised at the glistening, wet entrance of my wife's pussy. No other man had entered her since before our wedding day. And it was my encouragement, my consent, and even my blessing put this young man in the position to be her first fuck outside our marriage.

But it was more than just "fucking" that they were about to do. As my wife had tried to explain when we made our deal, the look in her eyes had subtly changed from lust to passion. She wanted him, as she said, to make love to her. I had become invisible. What she had done up to that point was for my benefit, it was a sex show. What they were about to do, what Mark was poised to do, was for her. 

My heart raced with excitement; my cock throbbed with erotic energy, but my stomach was knotted in jealousy. One thing was certain, there was no going back now. Mark paused with the tip of his long shaft pressing against her nether lips. He stared into her eyes and teased her, "say please."

"Please?" she moaned.

"I couldn't hear you. Please what?"

"Please fuck me with that gorgeous cock!" my wife hissed in a voice of pure lust.

Mark just smiled and in a single powerful thrust slammed his shaft deep into my wife. Her eyes rolled back under half closed eyelids, and she lifted her legs to take him deeply inside. "I...love...your...cock!" she grunted between his powerful thrusts. He would draw slowly out and slam back into her. Over, and over. I stood by the side of the bed, my mouth open, the big rubber cock still in my hands, my own smaller cock hard and glistening. I almost forgot to start taking pictures again before Mark made his final deep thrust and shuddered, emptying his load deep inside her. He collapsed onto her as she reached her own quiet, intense orgasm under his weight. They lay like that for quite some time, and whispered in each others' ears. 

Finally the bellman rolled off of her, away from me. He laid on his side, facing her, his semi-hard dick trailing a shiny strand of cum on her hip. They were still whispering...their faces close together; she was staring into his eyes and stroking his face with her hand. I was fascinated by the sight of my wife's freshly fucked pussy, her labia still engorged, wet and glistening with their mixed juices. I put the camera down and knelt on the bed between her legs, pushing my cock down between my thighs to avoid too much self-stimulation. Without looking at me Erica parted her thighs and brought her fingers down to spread herself out for me. I brought my head down slowly, not from hesitation, but in appreciation for the gift she was giving me. 

I paused a moment with my face just inches from her treasure, deeply inhaling the scent of their combined sex. Her blonde fur was matted with their juices, and as she held herself open, it looked as though she was intentionally squeezing out his semen and offering it to me. I had dreamed about this moment, fantasized about it, masturbated about it, and now it was coming true. I wanted to savor everything about it.

I closed my eyes and slowly extended my tongue to tenderly explore her moist vulva. His salty, creamy cum had mixed with her sweeter juices to form a flavor that could only be described as the very essence of sexuality. The first taste was electrifying; I began to shake in excitement as I leaned forward to bathe my tongue deep in the potent mixture within my wife's sopping pussy. My nose grazed her clit and she twitched and moaned quietly. I dove into her hole to slurp up a mouthful of the delicious sex nectar and then raised up ever so slightly so that I could wrap my lips around her love button, flicking it gently at first, then more insistently until I brought her to a trembling orgasm. As she came I submerged my face again in her pussy, making sure not to miss a drop of the precious, hot, liquid sex that flowed out of her.

I opened my eyes again and gazed up at her. She was gently kissing Mark in the afterglow of her orgasm, whispering to him and fiddling with his hair with her left hand as she absently toyed with his soft member with her right. I had never seen her so thoroughly sated, and so completely sexual in all our years together. She trailed her middle finger through the puddle of his cum that had collected on her hip, scooping it up and rubbing it between her fingers and her thumb. She whispered something to Mark and they both looked down at me and giggled. 

"Honey" she said in a teasing tone, "Mark has next Thursday off work...so I've decided to have him for breakfast...and lunch...and maybe dinner too." She giggled. I started to object that I had to work on Thursday and she stuck her cum-covered fingers into my mouth to quiet me. I obediently sucked on her fingers as she continued. "I know, pet, you have to work. But you're just going to have to get the day off, too. Otherwise, who's going to clean me up?" 

She giggled again and took her fingers out of my mouth and reached out to milk out one last dollop of his spunk onto her hip, only inches from my face. Mark rolled away and she pulled my mouth down to the newly-formed puddle. I opened my mouth to slurp up this last offering as she added, "And Mark may be bringing along a couple of his frat brothers too, Enrique and Demetrius, so there'll be lots and lots and lots of cleaning-up to do." As I licked the last of Mark's semen from my wife's body and imagined her gang-banged by multi-racial frat brothers and covered head to toe in their cum, my own cock, untouched and jammed between my legs, erupted in a massive, ball draining orgasm. Another man may have been jealous. As I looked at my wife in adoration she seemed to be shimmering like an angel. It may have just been the way the midsummer sunset was streaming through the balcony windows, but at that moment I felt like I was in my own private heaven.