5 comments/ 130091 views/ 15 favorites Hard to Stop By: Orexis My thanks to Nancy. She is a fan of my works and emailed asking if I would write a story based on her fantasies. I agreed and she supplied me with some factual information (physical attributes, etc.) and this is the resulting story. So from that perspective only, this is not really a work of fiction. She has asked for a sequel, so look for it down the road. Thanks Nancy for the true-to-life inspiration. *************************************** Nancy couldn't believe what she was doing. At 42 she is still extremely attractive, her dark Italian-American heritage creating a sultry, dark, almost-exotic look. Though a proud mother of two teenage children, she has regained her figure through long hours of work, as an executive in the Fortune 1000 company and regular workouts in the family's home gym. Her 34C breasts sag a bit, but then gravity and childbirth take their toll on most women. Her 26" waist and flared 36" hips both testament to her efforts to keep herself attractive for Tom, her stocky 6' husband of 15 years. If Nancy had any complaints to the way her life has unfolded to this point, it would be that she works too much. This leaves little time to spend with her family and especially her children, in whom she is very proud and her husband with who she is deeply in love. Tom is such a stark contrast to the jerk she married when she was young that there is no way she couldn't love him. So why was she sitting in this hotel bar, openly flirting with the businessmen sitting across the room from her? Her tailored business suit with the tasteful, fashionably short, skirt gave lie to her intentions this evening. She had to have a stranger use her as his slut tonight and more than one, if possible. She sat, nursing a drink, and every few minutes she would smile at the businessmen. Then if she could do so without it looking deliberate, she would slide one leg away from the other. Her tailored skirt, two-inches above the knee when she stood, had slid up further when she sat and Nancy hadn't tugged it back in place, Now with her squirms in her seat, it had risen even further. This possibly allowed the men a view of her full lips at the vee of her thighs. She hoped that would pique their interest and they would want to make her their slut for the night. There were three of them and that would be perfect. Nancy was even starting to consider the possibility of more than three. A real old-fashioned gangbang. She feared physical abuse, but thought being used as a slut and whore by a group of men for hours at a time would be a fulfilling pastime. This was all very exciting, and Nancy could feel her hard nipples, surrounded by their extremely dark aureole, as they brush against her lacy bra, the additional stimulus causing the moisture in her cunt to increase. She wasn't wearing panties. She had slipped them off and put them in her purse the first time she went to the lady's room. To answer the question that was going through her mind 'why was she sitting in this bar trying to pick up strangers for sex', you would have to go back several weeks. Guilt for what she was doing was virtually non-existent, and the alcohol helped mask the rest. Nancy didn't drink much, until lately. Usually she would have eggnog at Christmas or a glass of Champagne on her anniversary, but even that was unusual, as Tom didn't drink. So excessive alcohol consumption was something Nancy wasn't used to and the buzz in her head always came quickly. She knew she would feel extremely guilty in the morning, because she always did. Yet, in her mind she assuaged most of the guilt as being partially Tom's fault. Her leg swings were apparently having the affect Nancy was seeking as the barmaid showed up with a fresh drink, explaining the businessmen across the way had bought it for her. Apparently her flashing them was potentially leading to what she pursued. Nancy sat back in her chair and let her legs fall further apart. She started to think back on how this all started. Nancy and Tom enjoyed entertaining their friends in their upscale home in the country near a medium sized Mid-Atlantic coast city. Tom loved to BBQ and Nancy enjoyed any interaction with adults that wasn't work related. So they usually invited a select group of friends over, about once a month. They were the same couples most the time. Like most married couples, they didn't socialize with singles much. The group included forty-something couples Bill and Cindy, and Frank and Pat, and thirty-something couple Bob and Trish. Nancy had spelled Tom at the BBQ pit where he was smoking several racks of Babyback Ribs. Tom insisted on constantly basting the ribs with the drippings that accumulate in the drip pan in the bottom of the smoker, so they wouldn't get dry and tough, so the ribs required constant attention, in his mind. Hot and sweaty, Tom went for a fresh soda from the cooler near the pool, when Trish exited the pool house, dressed in an extremely skimpy string bikini then walked over to begin flirting with Tom. This didn't bother Nancy at first, as Trish was an irrepressible flirt. Trish and her husband were swingers and were not discrete or secretive about it, routinely bragging about their hedonistic sex life. Trish kept flirting with Tom, to the point of leaning in close and shamelessly brushing her ample cleavage against Tom's bare arm. Nancy felt the pangs of jealousy creep into her psyche, and mentally chided herself. 'Why am I getting jealous about Tom, if I trust him I needn't worry about anyone else'. Yet, it was still upsetting to Nancy that Trish would carry on like this with her husband right in front of her. When Tom returned to the BBQ pit a few minutes later, Nancy didn't say anything, and just returned to the house to continue working on the side dishes she was preparing to accompany the ribs. After all her anger was with Trish and not her Tom. Unconsciously, she opened one of the bottles of red wine that had been brought by all three couples to complete the meal. By the time the meal was ready, Nancy who wasn't accustomed to drinking a lot of alcohol had unconsciously consumed three glasses, nearly a whole bottle. During dinner she had two more. The wine had done what it was supposed to do, improving Nancy's mood, and by the time the meal was over she had a slight buzz. The couples started leaving and only Bob and Trish stayed behind to help clean up. Trish had changed to shorts and a halter-top for dinner and helped Nancy load the dishwasher and clean the kitchen, while Bob and Tom had cleaned up the pool and BBQ area. After the cleanup was done, the four moved to the living room and Nancy started on her sixth glass of wine. She was over her jealousy-induced anger but the amount of alcohol she had already consumed simply removed the inhibitions, including the inhibition that tells you to stop drinking rather than get another drink. The two couples sat talking though basically Tom and Bob were talking to each other while Trish and Nancy talked together. As usual, Bob and Trish's topic eventually led to their latest escapade in the world of swinging couples. They spoke of it as exciting and rationalized it as being the salvation to their failing marriage when they first started. "We were in such a rut that Bob was no longer satisfying me sexual." Trish confided. "Don't get me wrong, Bob is good in the sheets. I guess I just needed a bit more excitement." She added. "Don't you ever feel that way Nancy?" She asked. "No, not really." Nancy confided. "Tom floats my boat, in the bedroom, without a problem." Nancy said looking lovingly at her husband, who was talking quietly with Bob, neither man paying any attention to Trish and Nancy's conversation. "Is there nothing we have spoken of that interests you?" Trish pressed Nancy. Nancy wouldn't have answered, but the alcohol had sufficiently lubricated her inhibitions, they slipped aside to allow her to respond. Where sober, Nancy wouldn't have replied at all, her response was still in the negative. "Not really." Nancy answered. Trish jumped on the negative remark, possibly seeing an opening in the tone if not the words Nancy had just spoken. "Come on Nancy, you're no prude. Surely something in our experiences have made your panties get wet." Nancy wasn't comfortable with the turn the conversation had taken and thought Trish's reference to wet panties a bit crude, but denied again. Trish pressed her for a few minutes more, so finally Nancy told her what she thought she wanted to hear to hopefully see the subject change. Though the alcohol was helping, Nancy still wasn't comfortable with the topic. She answered although she still equivocated some. "Well actually, the idea of being held down and used as a sex object has some appeal, but I don't desire to have sex with anyone but Tom, so that kind of puts it out of the realm of possibilities." Having said it, Nancy blushed profusely and gulped the balance of the glass of wine she had been nursing slowly. Trish quickly refilled her glass, talking as she did. "Actually you could have it both ways." Trish responded. It hadn't worked to change the subject and Nancy was a bit flustered now, and reeling a bit from the direction the conversation was headed in. Trish recognized the state of inebriation Nancy was experiencing and saw an opening, so she continued to press the point. Her conversation while she was flirting with Tom earlier in the day had revealed that he wasn't averse to swinging, but he wouldn't force or coerce Nancy and that she would have to instigate anything. Trish thought Tom's rugged, muscular, stocky body would be nice to 'wiggle' under. Trish continued to press Nancy. "You could get with a couple or person you trust and have them restrain you while your husband fucks you." she confided. Nancy felt uncomfortable with the discussion yet felt a flood in her cunt at the idea. So she admitted to finding the idea possibly workable. "Yeah, I guess that might work, but I wouldn't know who to ask for help in a situation like that. I think it would all be rather awkward and embarrassing." Nancy blushed slightly at her admission, but the alcohol made the awkward moment brief. Trish didn't let the opening pass. Her and Tom had been discussing getting Nancy to open up and this was Trish's opportunity to perhaps get to 'wiggle' under Tom. "Look Nancy. Bob and I are swingers, so sexual situations with other couples isn't a new thing. We know you and Tom and like you well enough to help in this situation. So your objections are circumvented. Let me help you into position and Tom can fuck you while Bob and I restrain you." Trish pressed as she took the glass of wine out of Nancy's hand. Nancy didn't want to do this, but her alcohol dulled senses allowed Trish to start moving her across the room before she could really protest, Trish had her on her unsteady feet and was guiding her toward a large ottoman. "I'm not sure this is a good idea Trish." Nancy protested. Trish was seeing her opportunity to get Tom between her legs sprouting wings, and was pressing rather hard now. She had Nancy sit on the edge of the ottoman, then leaned her back so she was reclining on its limited surface area. Then quicker than Nancy would have ever dreamt possible, Trish had the skirt of her sundress around her waist and was pulling her bikini brief panties down across her thighs. Nancy of course protested though she was incapable of resisting. "No Trish, not this, not now..." Trish ignored her protests. "Bob come here and help me restrain Nancy." Trish said. Bob came over and grasp her ankle and pulled her leg out wide. Trish moved to Nancy's head and held her shoulders pressed to the ottoman as she signaled Tom. Tom moved between his wife's legs preventing her from closing them as Bob held them open. Tom knew Nancy's sexual weak spot was her oversized clit and tweaked it with his fingers a time or two before entering her without preamble in one thrust. She was so wet from her conversation with Trish, there was no pain and only the familiar fullness she felt when Tom fucked her. Nancy had just been ready to protest, again, but that went away at that instant in time. The inhibiting influence of the alcohol along with the salacious discussion her and Trish had just been having and now this fantasy activity had Nancy basically receptive, the alcohol was also dulling her senses well enough to have her reacting sluggishly. A natural submissiveness had also kicked in for Nancy. Over the years, Nancy had been growing more and more submissive with Tom as she became comfortable that his activities in the bedroom weren't going to lead to the abuse her first husband had subjected her to. Tom had told her it was likely because she was an authoritarian figure in her executive role at work, and in her down time she wanted to give it all up and this was the root cause of her submissiveness. Whatever the reason, after the initial embarrassment of the situation went sailing out the window, Nancy found the activities enjoyable. Bob and Trish were restraining her and Tom was 'forcing' himself on her. Nancy was realizing her fantasy, or as close to it as was possible, she thought at the time. When Bob released her leg, both legs came up on either side of Tom and she was humping him back with the same intensity as he was using slamming in and out of his petite wife. Nancy was so into the fucking she was getting from Tom that she didn't notice that Trish had removed her shorts and thong panty. She had her eyes closed, reveling in the moment, when she felt something brush both cheeks. Opening her eyes, she was looking at Trish's shaved pussy hovering just above her face. Nancy had never even considered sex with a woman, primarily because she desired no sex with anyone other than Tom. She wasn't opposed to bisexuality, yet it hadn't ever really crossed her mind, because of her devotion to Tom and her marriage vows. The salacious and tawdry nature of the moment compelled her actions and without thinking, her tongue snaked out and sampled the pussy hovering inches from her face. Her tongue traced the slit and not finding the taste objectionable, she sucked in Trish's stiffening clit and began to work on the 'love button.' This caused Trish to squat and lower herself even further and her cunt came down on Nancy's feverishly working mouth. Nancy was pretty caught up in the moment now. The combination of copious amounts of alcohol and now this exciting salacious sex and her natural submissiveness had her body pretty much mindlessly on autopilot. Her tongue snaked up into Trish's sex and was fucking her as Nancy drank the copious girl juices Trish's sexually excited body was producing. Nancy was growing closer to orgasm and this also fueled the intensity with which she sucked the girl juice from Trish's cunt while fucking Tom back. She felt Tom unload his balls in her and withdraw. Nancy's legs just fell open after Tom climbed off. Once again she felt her ankle grabbed and her legs held spread. Her thinking wasn't coherent because of her state of inebriation or she would have realized Tom couldn't be hard again, since he had just cum, so when Bob, the only other man in the house entered her she didn't think anything about it. She was still sober enough to realize it wasn't Tom's cock that was fucking her, though. This one was larger than Tom. So Nancy found herself struggling to see what was going on. Trish was on her face though, so it took a minute for her to reluctantly extricate her head from between her friend's legs. When she was finally able to do so, what she saw shocked and titillated her at the same time. Tom was holding her legs wide and Bob was fucking her. Nancy felt betrayed and excited at the same time. "Oh NO!" She protested, but then it became too much and she gave into the feelings. "Oh fuck. No." Another protest, though more feeble than before. But then the excitation became too much and Nancy surrendered to it. "Fuck me!" She struggled to pull her leg away from Tom and when he released her ankle, her legs came up on either side of Bob as they had around Tom and Nancy began to fuck him back with the same urgency she had her husband Tom. Nancy wasn't particularly vocal during sex, usually just heavy panting, but Tom had been trying to get her to change that, and become vocal during sex. It isn't clear whether it was the alcohol, the salacious nature of the events of the last several minutes, or a combination, but Nancy suddenly did became vocal. "Fuck me. "Oh yes, fuck me." Since Bob was slightly larger than Tom in the cock, his pounding was really having an effect on Nancy's oversized clit. Each thrust he smashed her distended love button with his pelvic bone, and found areas of her cunt that were still virgin. Nancy's orgasm was building and she got louder. "Fuck Me! "FUCK ME! Then Bob spewed the contents of his balls into Nancy. When Nancy felt him hosing her cunt down with his spew, her first thought was that she was glad she was on the pill. Then she worried momentarily about STDs, but then recalled that Trish was a nurse and so they were likely tested regularly, especially with their swingers lifestyle choice. The main thought that occurred to Nancy was that she hadn't yet cum as Bob pulled out of her clutching cunt. Tom went to her immediately, likely in 'damage control' mode and was bending over her, kissing her tenderly and apologizing for letting things go so far. So Nancy didn't see Trish put the strapon harness with the big black rubber cock sticking obscenely out the hole in the front designed for that purpose around her demure waist. "Roll over Nancy." Trish said and without thinking, completely submissive now, Nancy did as she was told. Trish guided Nancy to her hands and knees beside the ottoman then knelt behind her and started tracing the head of the big black dildo in the swamp that was Nancy's pussy now. She thrust into Nancy and the oversized dildo sank in, to the hilt, Nancy's girl juices and the two loads of cum in her cunt making entry easy. As Trish began to fuck her, Bob stepped up to her head and fed her his cum and pussy-juice soaked cock. Nancy enjoyed sucking Tom's cock and had briefly enjoyed it with her first husband until he became abusive to her. That fact coupled with the alcohol and the salacious nature of the events of the last several minutes augmented by her natural submissiveness and she eagerly almost lovingly sucked him clean. Then Tom stepped up and she gave his used cock the same treatment. And Trish was driving her wild. The extreme size of the dildo she was fucking her with had Nancy on the road to finally getting off. Her babbling returned, though with Tom's cock in her mouth the best she could manage was a "MMMFFFF" After Trish got her off, she made Nancy suck the dildo clean, too. Nancy was too far-gone to care at that point. Then Bob guided Nancy over to the sofa and sat. Pulling Nancy's face to his lap he fed her his cock again. All the stimulus of the event and especially her natural submissiveness had her in a receptive mood and she inhaled the now flaccid used cock and began to suckle it like a babe on its mother's breast. Tom watching Nancy responding as she was thought any anger may have been mitigated. After sucking Bob's shriveled member for several minutes, she looked up to see that Trish was now completely nude, like Nancy and Tom had her backed against the wall sucking her ample DD-cups, while finger-banging her cunt. A momentary envy-based jealousy at the larger breasts on the younger woman, being so feverishly mauled by her husband's mouth, caused her to bury her head once again in Bob's lap and redoubling her efforts on his flaccid cock. A few minutes later she looked again and Trish was on her knees sucking her beloved Tom. Again this just fueled Nancy's efforts on Bob's spent fuckmeat. Hard to Stop Myself I think I know when it started. I had just gotten home, I got myself a glass of milk out of the fridge when I heard the noise. It sounded like someone was hurt and crying, so I set the glass down and went down the hallway. The noise was coming from my sister Sandy's room, she was home from College for a week. Thinking something was wrong I pushed the door open and went in. She was on her back, naked as a jaybird, both hands shoved in her pussy. Her face was all screwed up and she was groaning. Dang! I had always wondered what her titties looked like and there they were, one flopped over each side of her chest. I had always seen them with her clothes on before and they were shoved up high on her chest that way. It took her a moment to realize I was standing there, then she came off the bed like a shot yelling at the top of her lungs. Her big titties were flopping, there was a few big rolls of fat at her waist. She reached for her blouse that was laying on the bed, then she came at me. Sandy was 4 years older than me and she beat me up a lot of times so I ran for the door and then out of the house. Sandy could beat me up but she sure as hell couldn't catch me if I got just a step or two head start. I was halfway down the block when I realized she wasn't chasing me. Of course not! I grinned to myself, she was stark naked. I hid behind the brick wall at the 7-11 on the corner and peeked out to be sure, though. Then I waited a solid two hours before I went back, I knew Mom and Dad would be home by then and Sandy couldn't go smacking me around or Dad would take his belt to her, 24 years old be damned. Mom and Dad were very strict with the two of us, so even with me being barely out of High School they still had all these rules and I had to follow them or else. I walked into the house and instantly got it from Mom for being late. Sandy was sitting on the couch and she had a look on her face I hadn't seen before, I realized she was terrified that I would tell. I really had no plans to tell on her but I also knew that now I had the upper hand for the first time I could ever remember. I was also thinking about her great big titties and what they looked like, that was the first ones I had ever seen in the flesh and it got me all excited, even if they were just Sandy's. I was thinking I wanted to see her snatch, too, but her hand had been in the way and even when she jumped up all I saw was hair. Besides, I was beating feet, like I said, Sandy liked to smack me around sometimes. I made some lame excuse about having gotten sidetracked playing catch and forgetting about the time, grinning at Sandy. She looked down and blushed. I had her cold and I knew it. She knew it too. That night I was laying in my bed, I was rubbing my dick under the covers thinking about her big titties right out there in plain view when there was a knock at my door. It was a very quiet knock. "What?" I whispered, yanking the covers up higher. The door cracked open a tiny amount. "Danny? Can I come in and talk?" "Yea, but you better not hit me." I said. "I won't." She pushed the door open, looked in at me. It was pretty late and I knew Mom and Dad would be asleep. There was just enough light from outside that I could see that she was wearing that ugly fuzzy blue robe she usually wore around the house. She carefully closed the door, then came over and sat on the edge of my bed, sinking the side down far enough that I had to scoot over away from her to keep from rolling right into her. Sandy really was a bit of a chunk. "I didn't mean for you to see that." She blurted right out. "I just thought you were hurt, maybe had fallen down or something." "It's just..I was..you know, taking care of things." "I guess so." I answered. Now I was blushing. "I know you do it too." She said. "No I don't!" I lied. "Yes, you do. I saw you...in the bathroom." "You spied on me?" "No it was an accident. It's OK, everybody does it." I didn't know that everybody did it, to be honest. Hell, if that was the case why did I have to go hide in the bathroom with the fan on? There was a lot of things I didn't know, I guessed. I never would have dreamed that my sister would actually do....that? I giggled at the thought, Sandy glared at me for a second but then her face softened. "So what did you think?" She asked. "About what?" "You saw me, my...boobs..and everything." "Yea, so what? I have seen lots of girls." I lied. "Maybe in pictures, don't lie. But what did you think?" She asked again. "Well, you have nice big ones." I was starting to feel confident now. "Did you like them?" "Yea, I guess." "Do you want to see them again?" Her voice had changed to a purr. "I guess so." "OK. But don't tell Mom and Dad." She opened her robe and there they were. They really were big. My cock jumped instantly to erect. "Go ahead and feel them if you want to." I reached out and felt first one, then the other. Then I rubbed her nipple on the one closest to me, it was hard and covered with tiny little bumps. She let out a little sigh. "That feels good." I pulled my hand back. "Don't stop. You can touch me here, too. If you want to." She scooted over a bit closer on the bed and brought one knee up. I knew what she meant, I reached out and touched her. She was soft and rubbery feeling, and all wet. "Yuk! You are all wet, did you pee?" "No, that's just the way it works, it gets slippery." "Oh." I was still rubbing her. "Put your finger in." She was gasping now. "I don't want to, I might catch something." "Oh bullshit! I don't have anything, besides, Mom and Dad are full of shit." "Oh. Ok." I pushed with my finger, it took several pokes but I found her opening and my finger slid inside a little ways. She moaned and I thought it hurt so I pulled my finger back out. "Put it back in!" She said. "Shhhhh! You will wake Mom and Dad!" I told her as I slid my finger back in there. I was getting my confidence back up now. She stifled the moan this time, turned her body so that both legs were on the bed and one knee was laid over to the side. I had to brace myself to keep from slipping. Sandy really is quite a chunk. There was enough light from outside that I could see her hairy bush and some gobs of flesh sticking out, nothing at all like the bare little slits I saw in the magazines I had hidden where Mom couldn't find them. She had a lot of hair down there, too. Way more than me in fact. I felt around, there were ridges on the upper side of her pussy that felt rough, I rubbed those several times and her hips started to buck. That made the bedsprings squeak. "Shhhhh!" I said again. "Let's get down on the floor, Danny." She whispered. She slid off the bed quietly and lay down on her back on the carpet. "I can't, I don't have anything on." I told her. "Neither do I, it's OK." I slid out from under the covers, still bashful about my boner sticking straight up and lay down beside her, reaching out to put my finger back inside. Her hand reached over and grabbed my cock, I jumped at that. "It got bigger since the last time I saw it." She smiled. Then her head went back as I pushed my finger in and out, bumping up against her with my palm each time. I figured that if I liked it rubbed real fast she would too so I pressed my hand against the gob of flesh and rubbed her really fast. Her hand was wrapped around me, she just held it, then she squeezed down on me. My hips moved back and forth with a mind of their own, in seconds I let loose into her hand. She choked off a moan at the same time. We lay there like that for quite awhile. "I better get back to my room now, you won't tell, will you?" "No." "OK. Good." She kissed me on the forehead, then got up and quietly left. I lay there on the floor, then as I started to feel cold I got up and went to bed. The next morning I woke up to the Sun shining in my window. I rolled out of bed and looked down, there was a wet looking spot on the carpet. Mom was going to kill me for that, so I went and got some water and paper towels and wiped it up. I used my hair brush to brush out the carpet, it didn't show very bad when I got done, but I threw a towel over top of it anyway. Then I got dressed and went down to breakfast. Sandy was sitting there, she gave me a sly look when I walked in. Mom and Dad didn't notice. Dad always had his face buried in a newspaper, and Mom was over by the sink cleaning stuff. "Her Danny, would you like to come down to the park with me later?" Sandy asked through a mouthful of pancakes. "Sure, sounds like fun." I smiled at her. Mom looked at each of us strangely, normally we were griping at each other about something. Then she happily packed us a picnic basket. "It sure is nice to see our kids getting along better." Mom said to Dad as we were going out the door. Dad mumbled something and shuffled his newspaper. Once away from the house, Sandy started right in. "We need to be sure and get off by ourselves before we do that again." She told me. "Yea, probably." "We can't actually...you know...do it, though, since you are my brother." "Yea, I guess not." "Besides, there are diseases and I could even get pregnant." "I don't have any diseases." "Neither do I, it's just that...you know." "Hey, we could get some rubbers?" "Maybe." She grinned at me. "We would need to be really careful. But we better not, besides, we can always...." Her voice trailed off, a little catch in it. I just nodded, I had heard all about things like that from Mom and Dad both. So much in fact that I was actually a bit afraid of girls anyway and I knew that Sandy had also suffered the lectures. But the only reason I was afraid of Sandy was because up until now she was always shoving me around, since she outweighed me by 50 pounds. Things had sure changed all of a sudden. We were getting close to the park and there were lots of other kids around now. We spent the day just sitting around, I got into a frisbee game with some guys I knew for awhile. I looked over at Sandy a couple of times, now there were two girls sitting there chatting with her. I knew the one girl, her name was Marilee Miller. She had been one of the hotties in high school, on the cheerleading squad, into everything. She ignored me of course. The other girl I didn't know, she was older. They kept looking at me and grinning for some reason, I noticed that enough that I wiped my nose and checked my fly. Later I went and sat down, grabbed a bottle of juice and a sandwich out of the basket. Marilee introduced the older girl as Kate. They both took turns grinning at me, Sandy too. It actually made me a little nervous. I was just getting ready to go join the game again when Marilee asked me if I wanted to come with them and play some music. I decided why not, it might be cool to be with three girls. Besides, Marilee had mostly ignored me up until now. They were giggling as we got up, I didn't know why. We all walked over there, it was just a few blocks. The older girl was named Kate, she put on some music and we sat around. Kate had a bottle of wine and she sipped it regularly, I took a taste but didn't like it. Then the three of them started passing it back and forth. They were yapping away about girl stuff and it didn't take long and I was ready to go someplace else. I got up to go use the bathroom and when I came out the three of them were huddled together giggling about something. "Hey, Danny! Sandy says you know some things." Kate said, a trace of slur in her voice. "Things? What things?" "About girls." She grinned at me. "What did you tell them?" I asked Sandy, blushing. "It's OK. We tell each other everything. We just thought maybe you would like to...do some stuff?" "Yea, some stuff!" Kate said, laughing loudly. She was getting pretty buzzed on the wine, I could tell. I looked back and forth at them, not completely sure. "Let's pants him!" Kate said, suddenly lunging at me. Kate was tugging at my pants, I tried to reach down and stop her but Sandy grabbed my arm. I was pushing at Sandy trying to get her loose but then Marilee grabbed my free arm and I was down on my back. I felt my pants go down my legs, gave some kicks and tried to sit up but Sandy swung her leg over my chest and sat on me and that was it. My pants were off, I felt Kate's hands tugging at my briefs and then they were gone too. I was stuck, pinned to the floor by my sister while Marilee held one arm. Kate reached out and grabbed me in the crotch. I quit struggling. "You weren't kidding, he has a big one!" She laughed. Then she started stroking me, in no time I got hard, no way could I stop that. Then she reached up to the tip and slowly rolled my foreskin back. Lord that felt good! At this point I no longer even wanted to struggle, then she pulled a little too hard and it hurt. "OW!!" I yelled. "That doesn't hurt." She said, but she eased up a little, then began pumping me. "Oh, look! It's getting even bigger!" Marilee leaned out to take a look, her eyes huge. Sandy had her hands on my shoulders, sitting on my chest. There was nothing I could do. I felt Kate's hand working my length, then Sandy let go of my shoulders. "I am going to get off now, OK?" I nodded, just lay there. Sandy stood up off of me. I felt Marilee let go of my arm. I looked down at Kate who was still busy jerking on my cock. She was sitting crosslegged, her skirt above her knees. I could see her white panties, they were snugged up tight to her. I could see the bulge of her pubic hair and make out the crease where they pulled up slightly inside of her. Marilee had scooted down to my side, and Sandy was now sitting on the other side. Both of them were staring at Kate's hands. "Don't make him blow too quick, Kate! We want him to do us too." Sandy said, giggling. I realized that she was buzzed now too. Then she stood up and slid her jeans down. There was nothing underneath, I got my first look at her in the full light. Her pussy lips hung down, swollen, sticking out of the mass of hair. "God, Sandy!" Marilee said with a giggle. "Come on, let's have some fun." Sandy said, squatting down beside me. She reached out for my left hand and put it on her, my middle finger went right inside as she pushed down with a sigh. Kate stood up and pulled her top over her head, her bare breasts swung free. They were much smaller than Sandy's but they didn't sag at all. Then she reached under her skirt and her panties came down and off too. She sat back down with her legs spread again, reached for me. Her pussy was bare around the lips with a mass of hair above them. I stared at it, she just sat there wide open knowing I was looking, a silly grin on her face. She wrapped both hands around my erection, then began to slowly stroke it. "Rub his nuts, Marilee!" Kate said. I looked over at her, she was still fully dressed. She reached out and felt my balls, lifted them a couple of times and then let go. "Come on Marilee, show him your stuff!" Kate giggled. Just then Sandy pulled her top off too, reaching behind herself to trip the catch on her huge bra. Her big breasts swung down, they were the size of cantaloupe, her nipples were light colored and as big as a silver dollar. Marilee stood up, hesitated for a second, then slipped off her T-shirt. She had no bra on either, her breasts were about the same size as Kate's but her nipples were much smaller and darker. I looked at her as she smiled at me and slid her jeans down and off. She was totally hairless, her clit peeked out the top of her slit and there was a little outward fold halfway down. She squatted down beside me just like Sandy was, I reached out with my right hand and slipped my middle finger inside her, too. She had ridges inside, too, I remembered how Sandy had acted the night before so I began to reach way inside and draw my middle finger back across the ridges. Marilee let out a gasp and shoved her hips forward. The whole thing turned into a mayhem orgy after that, I rubbed and poked and probed all of them. At one point I had several of my fingers inside Kate as her hips bucked up and down. They each took turns grabbing me, stroking me for awhile, then one of the others. I must have exploded at least three times. Finally were were all exhausted, laying there resting. Then the front door opened and an older woman stood there in shock, a grocery sack in each arm. The girls took off in all directions grabbing frantically at their clothing. I jumped up and wrapped both hands around my crotch, since that was what the woman was staring at. "What in the hell is going on, Marilee?" The woman demanded. "It's not what it looks like." Kate whimpered, struggling with her shirt. Marilee didn't say anything as she was trying to pull on a pair of jeans, then she realized they were mine and she had to pull them back off and grab her own. Sandy managed to get dressed first, I got my jeans back from Marilee and pulled them up as the woman stood there and stared at us. We all stood there shamefaced. "You kids, good lord!" The woman said finally, then she walked by us into the kitchen and set down the sacks she was carrying. Then she walked back into the room. She looked me up and down, smiled. "I bet you had fun, huh?" She asked me. "Uhhh....." Was all I could manage. I was eyeing the doorway, but she was closer to it than I was. "Girls, next time you want to do something crazy, find a place other than my living room?" Then she smiled again and went back into the kitchen. I got the hell out of there. Sandy went back to her school the next day, things returned to normal for awhile. I was sitting in the chair in our living room a week later watching a ball game on TV when the phone rang. Dad answered it. "Just a minute." He handed the phone to me. "Who is it?" I asked. "Mrs. Miller from down the street" He looked at me and turned back to the game. I knew Mrs. Miller was Marilee's Mom. I froze for a second, then reluctantly took the phone. "Hello?" "Hello, Danny. Can you come over?" "What's up?" "Oh, I just wanted to talk." She had a funny tone in her voice. "OK. In a few minutes." I hung up. I was pretty sure she wanted to chew me out. "What does she want?" Dad asked. "Something about me mowing her lawn." I said lamely. "Be nice if you mowed ours once in awhile." Dad said. "Maybe when I get back." I answered. I was humming to myself when I walked down the street. I should have been scared but she didn't sound mad at all. Besides, I knew there was no Mr. Miller and at the worst I could always run. I knocked on her door. "Come on in." I opened the door, Mrs. Miller was sitting on her couch. All she had on was a T-shirt and it was very short. Her big breasts poked right out through the front of it. I stood there taking that in, a little bit surprised. "Marilee and I talked about you, Danny." "Oh. I'm sorry. Well, we were just...having fun. We didn't...." I was still a little bit uncomfortable. "You won't try to fuck me, will you? I just want you to..take care of me." She smiled and stretched, the T-shirt came up revealing the wisp of hair between her legs. Then she got up and stepped towards me. She looked....hot? Now I was sure. I reached down and lifted the sides of the T-shirt, she lifted her arms to help me. Like I had thought, she was naked underneath. Her body was solid, mature, with freckles all over her breasts. They sagged slightly, pulling her nipples into an oval shape. I reached down and lifted each one, one at a time, then rolled each nipple between my fingers, getting a sigh from her. I stood up, dropped my jeans. I hadn't bothered with briefs. She looked down as I sprang free, smiled. Hard to Stop Myself "See, Mom! I told you so!" Marilee's voice came from the doorway. She was standing there naked. I really liked looking at Marilee naked, she was a hottie in school and now here I was with her. I was feeling a bit proud of myself to be honest and her Mom looked pretty good, too. Just a bonus. We ended up on the bed, I lay there with my fingers in each of them, making those gentle strokes women seemed to like so much. Then I started rubbing them really fast, it was a bit hard to do because I was lying naked on my stomach with one hand on each of them. Thankfully it didn't take too long, both of them orgasmed at about the same time, with lots of moans. Then I sat on the edge of the bed, with both of them curled up at my feet. They used their hands to tug and play until I had a powerful climax. Mrs. Miller even touched some of my cum to her lips, tasting it but Marilee didn't. Man. In the space of a week I had had my fingers in four different women and had my cock jacked off no less than half a dozen times. I was liking this. "Will you come see us again...soon?" Kate's Mom asked me as she gave me a kiss on the lips. She was still naked, it flashed in my mind that she had just had some of my stuff on her lips but I figured what the hell. Then she actually handed me a paper plate with chocolate chip cookies. Nookies and cookies, I giggled at myself for that one. "Glad to!" I said, and headed home, munching on one of the cookies as I walked. I got home and set the cookies down on our end table, Dad reached out and grabbed some instantly. "MMMM...good!" He said, sniffing it before biting in. I realized too late that I hadn't washed my hands, he never even blinked or seemed to notice. "Oh, by the way, a Mrs. Johnson called, she wants you to call her. Grass again, huh?" Dad said, grabbing some more cookies and looking at me oddly. I knew Mrs. Johnson barely, I had actually cut her grass a couple of times the Summer before. I had little cards I made handed out all over, made a few dollars that way every summer. "You sure are cutting a lot of grass lately." He reached for the TV remote. Yep. I sure was. I grinned at him. Mrs. Johnson was about 50, she was a little on the heavy side but I didn't mind. "What's so funny?" He asked me. "Nothing, I see you like the cookies." "Yea, they are really good! You should cut her grass more often!" He stuffed another one in his mouth. I wandered off to my room. I figured that Mrs. Miller had said something to old lady Johnson since they lived not too far apart, and I was thinking maybe she wanted to play, too? I went back out and picked up the phone and dialed. "Hi, Dan, can you find time to mow for me?" She asked. "Sure." I knew what she wanted, I told her I would be over the next afternoon. I even took our mower along, just so Dad wouldn't get suspicious. I knocked on her door, Mrs. Johnson answered wearing a simple housedress. She asked me to be sure and mow in the back, too. I stood there mildly confused for a second, maybe she did just want her grass cut? I fired up the mower, it didn't take long. Actually, it did need mowed, too. I was finishing up in the back when Mrs. Johnson came out. She had changed to a pair of white shorts and a blouse that was tied in a knot at the front, her tummy bare. There was a hint of her breasts at the top. She was carrying a pitcher of iced tea and some glasses. I got the picture, grinned to myself. "Here, Dan, sit down and have a drink, it's hot out." She bent over the tiny little outside table, her top fell open giving me a good look at an expanse of snow white breasts. Then she sat down, I sat in the chair right beside her. There was a little roll of flesh over the top of her shorts, but not bad. She looked pretty good for an older gal, and I had it figured out what she really wanted. I looked around, the bushes made the back yard nice and private. She made some small talk, asked me if I planned to go on to college, things like that. I told her I was going to a community college locally for a couple of years, then I would figure out what was next. As she leaned over to pick up the pitcher of iced tea, her blouse gapped open again. So I reached out and put my hand on the bare part of her breast. She came to a stop and looked at me in surprise. "What are you doing?" "I just want to take care of you." I answered with a smile. "Stop that!" She slapped my hand, surprising me. I jerked my hand back. "I thought...Didn't Mrs. Miller tell you....?" "Who? Tell me what?" She had a mad look on her face. Oh shit. Then she got up, headed for the house. She opened the door and stopped, turned back to me. "Dan, why would a nice looking young man like you be interested in an old woman like me?", she asked. "I'm sorry, I just...thought....you looked...so pretty." I didn't know what else to say, that sounded like maybe it was right. I barely managed to not just cut and run for it but sure as hell she would call my house and tell Dad. I wasn't in the mood for his damned belt again. She blinked a couple of times, then smiled and went inside. I decided to get the hell out of there, I made it to the mower when she came back out. "Come on in, Dan. I have your pay." She called from the doorway. I didn't care about the 5 bucks to be honest, I was still flushed from making a mistake. But I went inside, stood there. She reached into her purse, walked over and handed me the money. I realized she had unbuttoned her top more than before. Her fanny seemed to sway back and forth more, too. "Do you really think I am attractive?" She asked. "Uhhh...yes. Hey I am sorry about doing that." I was flustered. "It's all right. It's been a long time since anyone...." Then she leaned forward and kissed me. Now I was surprised. I had my hands to my sides, she reached down and took ahold of my wrists and lifted them up, placed my hands on her breasts. "Go ahead, I know you want to." I began to feel her, there was a bra under the blouse and it was soft. Then I slid my hands up her back, found the catch and tripped it. My hands came around and cradled her bare breasts under the bra and loose halter, she stood there and let me, amusement on her face. "OK." Was all she said. Taking my hand, she led me into her bedroom. She shrugged the blouse and bra off her shoulders, her big heavy breasts hung way down. "Well?" She asked, reaching for the button on her shorts. I stripped off my shirt and slid my pants down, I was half erect and pointing straight out. "Oh my God! You sure are not a little boy any more!" She said, stepping out of her shorts and dropping to her knees. She had a huge mass of curly hair there too, just like Sandy did. Her mouth engulfed me, I felt my erection grow as she sucked firmly. No one had done that before, they had just stroked me and played with it. My head began to swim, then she pulled me back onto the bed. I reached down and felt her, she was sloppy wet. I slid a finger inside, she felt softer and much hotter inside than the other women had. Her head was back and her mouth open, I slid my finger in and out, then put in two and did it some more. She pressed her legs against the bed to slide up a bit further, then opened her legs wide. Her hands came up and pulled on my shoulders, urgently. I knew what she wanted. "I can't, I don't want you to get....." "You can't get me pregnant." She answered. Then she pushed me back on the bed, slid one leg up and over me and sat down on me. I was inside her all the way in one smooth motion. My very first time, the sensation was incredible. Her big hips came up and back down as she pounded away at me, her arms holding her upper body off of me. Her huge breasts swayed back and forth wildly, I reached up and fondled them as she dripped sweat onto my chest. Then I felt her body begin to spasm, I let loose and flooded her at the same time. "It's been so looooong!" She cried out. She actually did look pretty right at that instant. Then she collapsed on top of me. After a few minutes she began to feel heavy, I rolled her over onto her side, feeling my now limp cock slip out in the process. "I haven't had sex since my husband died 4 years ago." She told me, laying there stroking my side with her fingers. "That was my first time." I blurted out. She sat upright, looked at me in surprise. "But you...you seemed to know exactly, you made a pass....?" "Well, I have done some things, but not...that." "Like what?" I told her about the situation with Kate and Marilee, and then Marilee's Mom. I left out the part about my sister Sandy. "So you thought they were...spreading the word?" "Yea." "Well, they didn't, I don't even know her. I stay close to the house now, I only have a few women in my sewing club that I really ever see. But I am glad you tried with me." She leaned down and licked me, I started to harden again. Then she sucked me into her mouth, I reached down and massaged her pussy as she did. It felt really wet now, she lifted one leg to make it easier for me. In just a few minutes I felt myself starting to blast off, so I warned her. She just kept on, and even increased the pace. I let go and she swallowed it all. Another first. I headed home, Dad looked up as I walked in. All of the cookies were gone, I noticed. "Well, did you get'er done?" He laughed at his joke. "Yea, it didn't take long. We talked quite a bit, she asked me about college." He nodded, not looking up from the TV. I went to bed, sleeping the sleep of the dead. The Sun was shining in when I woke up. Mom knocked on my door, asking if I was all right. "Time to get up honey, it's almost noon." I got up and dressed, then I went outside and mowed Dad's lawn. Anything to shut him up. I was just putting the mower away when Mom yelled out that there was a call for me. I went in and picked up, it was Mrs. Johnson again. "Hi, Mrs. Johnson!" I said. "Call me Mildred, Dan. I was thinking, my sewing club meets this afternoon. Would you like to come over?" "Sewing club? I don't know anything about....." "I doubt we will do much of that." She actually giggled. "Oh. I don't know, what is it all about?" I was thinking I knew. "Just some ladies that will appreciate a nice big strong man. I told them about you, I hope you won't mind." I didn't have to think very long. "OK, what time?" "Right now." She answered. "OK, see you in a bit." I hung up. "Who was that, honey?" Mom asked. "Oh, we are having a meeting...on options for college." I lied. "OK. I have a meeting this afternoon, too. Try not to be too late, I put dinner in the fridge, I will be back about 6." Then Mom gave me a hug, kissed me on the cheek. "It's so nice to see you getting your act together, Danny." She said with a big smile. Yep, I sure was. I was humming to myself as I headed off down the street. I knocked on the door, Mildred opened it with a smile. She ushered me in, there was three other ladies sitting there. All of them looked to be about 50 or so. She introduced Janet, a slender lady with lots of blonde hair and makeup, Susan was a grey haired woman and on the heavy side. The other woman was Margeret, she was older than the rest and skinny with snow white hair. They were all strangers to me. "This is the young man I was telling you girls about!" Mildred said. They all grinned at me. "What would you like me to do?" I asked, just a little bit nervous. "We girls have talked about maybe having some entertainment." Mildred said. "So we thought maybe you would...put on a little..show for us?" She giggled at that. "I never have done anything like that..." "Oh, it's easy, just....dance and maybe a little strip tease? You are so cute." I started to say no but then changed my mind. What the hell, I was over being bashful. "OK, why not? It might be fun." "Oh, good!" Mildred went and turned on some music, I looked around at them. They all sat there expectantly. I didn't have a clue what to do really but I started to dance like I had done at school sometimes. Halfway through the first song Janet yelled out, "Take it off!" She was grinning ear to ear. I reached up and undid the buttons on my shirt, turned my back and wiggled my fanny at them. Margeret clapped her hands, Susan sat there with her hands in her lap but her eyes were big as silver dollars. I was getting confident now, I kicked off my shoes. Then another tune came on, I slowly began to undo the buttons on my pants. I took my time because I had nothing on underneath. I got a round of cheers when the top of my pubic hair appeared. That song ended and another much slower one came on. The blonde one had undone her blouse and had her tits out, she was rubbing them while staring at my crotch. Mildred was grinning ear to ear, the other three were all leaning forward in their seats. Even Margeret, the older one had one hand in her lap. I noticed they all had wine glasses and were taking sips regularly. This was a kick in the ass, I had four little old ladies all hot and bothered, and the truth was it was exciting me too, I was hard as a rock. I lay down on the floor, letting my jeans slip lower and lower until the head of my cock stuck out. Then I pulled them down and off my legs, taking my socks off in the process. Now I was completely and gloriously naked in front of four happy older ladies, this was fun! I went and stood right in front of each one in turn, swinging my hips, making my erection slap off first one thigh, then the other. They all were staring, I was getting them all fussed up. They took turns reaching out and touching me, I let them for a second or two and then pulled back to go stand in front of the next one. I got to Margeret and even bent way over, my cock and balls hanging down. I reached back and spread my buttcheeks, she clapped her hands in glee, grinning. I was getting really hot, what a bunch of nasty ladies! I knew that in short order I would probably be fucking them all. Even Susan, the heavy one had her top pulled up and was rolling one nipple with her fingers. I knew what they wanted to see so I reached down and began to slowly slide my foreskin back. My face was flushed, I was close to blasting off all over them. I saw Margeret reach down between her legs and grab herself, clamping her big legs together. Then I heard something, it sounded like a chime but in the heat of the moment I ignored it. Mildred got up and went to the door, I had my hand on my cock, foreskin rolled back, squatted down in front of the couch with my knees spread out. Janet had just reached out to grab the end of my cock. "Oh..my..God..!" I heard. I looked over my shoulder. "Mom?...." Hard to Stop A few minutes later, she heard Trish moan and looked again. Trish was leaning against the wall facing it, her hands resting on the structure, her feet back a bit, so she was leaning over, and Tom behind her slamming his cock into her. Since Tom had cum first earlier, apparently Trish's oral efforts had been more successful with Tom's cock than she was having with Bob's. Nancy attacked Bob's cock again, a small bit upset she was determined to get him hard again and then fuck him. If Tom could fuck Trish, surely he wouldn't mind if she fucked Bob again, but Bob's alcohol consumption earlier made Nancy's efforts futile beyond the pleasure she gained from sucking his cock. When she looked again later, Trish was on her knees sucking Tom's used cock, so he must have cum. Bob and Trish finally left and Tom helped Nancy to bed. The next morning, Nancy had a colossal hangover, but that didn't stop her from being angry with Tom. He had anticipated her anger when he had coordinated the activities with Bob and Trish ahead of time. Yet he felt opening Nancy up to her sexual desires, though she probably wouldn't admit to having them, was a good thing. He also felt it best in the long run for the health of their marriage, and any heat he might take as a consequence would be far outweighed by the benefits, in his mind. He loved Nancy deeply and he didn't want to see their marriage go the way Bob and Trish's had before they did something to prevent it. The old 'ounce of prevention worth a pound of cure' axiom had been playing in Tom's thoughts. He apologized profusely and took on the "kiss the wife's ass" posture that married men have to assume on occasion, yet it didn't assuage Nancy's anger. Fortunately for Tom, Nancy had to attend a conference for business and would leave the next morning and be gone till mid-week. Tom hoped she would be over her upset, by the time she got back. It was a bit upsetting to Tom that Nancy got tipsy on wine again on Sunday. It wasn't like her to drink so much. He drove her to the airport Monday morning and she had another hangover and was still upset enough, so all he could get when he bent to kiss her as she exited the car, was a cheek. Nancy got to the conference mid-morning, checked in to the hotel, registered and attended an afternoon seminar then went back to her room and called it an early night. Two hangovers in two days had taken their toll on Nancy and she slept like the dead. She awoke refreshed and her anger was seemingly gone, but then the object of her anger, Tom, was 600 miles away. She was still upset with what he allowed to happen on Saturday night, but it was more miffed than a fire-spitting anger, anymore. She went to breakfast and morning seminars, napped during the lunch break, then returned for more sessions in the afternoon. These ran late and Nancy was tired again, so rather than accompanying her friends in a group that was going to a nice restaurant, Nancy went upstairs and changed into a comfortable skort and tee-type top and went to the restaurant in the hotel. When there was no seating immediately available in the main restaurant, she decided to eat in the bar where she could be seated right away. She really didn't want a drink, but felt obligated to order one when the barmaid asked her and ordered a whiskey sour, something she hadn't drank since college. It was about 7 o'clock. When the barmaid brought her dinner the first one had gone down so easy, she ordered another whiskey sour. When the barmaid delivered it, she gave Nancy some advice. "If you are going to be drinking a while, I would switch to something a little less sweet than whiskey sours, unless you want to be sick." Was the advice. "This will probably be my last." Nancy replied pointing to the drink the barmaid had just brought, thankful for the woman's concerns and advice, considering her inexperience with alcohol. Nancy finished her dinner and had grown interested in a program on the bar's TV and still feeling obligated to drink if she was going to take up a seat in the busy bar, asked the barmaid what she would recommend she drink other than sweet whiskey sours. The barmaid said "trust me" and brought her a highball. "What is this?" Nancy asked after taking a drink of the amber liquid. "Canadian Whiskey and 7-Up. Very smooth blended whiskey and just sweet enough to cut the harshness of the whiskey, but not so sweet you get sick." The barmaid explained. Nancy was just finishing that one and about to go to her room and go to bed, when another was placed in front of her. "I didn't order this." She said as the barmaid set it down in front of her. "From the gentleman at the end of the bar." The barmaid said indicating the businessman standing with a couple of other suit-types at the end of the bar. Nancy picked up the drink and took a small sip, then in a toast-like gesture acknowledged the man at the bar. He picked up his drink and walked over to where Nancy was sitting. She spoke when he got within hearing range. "Thank you for the drink, but I was just about to go to my room and call it a night." "Why the night is young yet?" he replied. "I had a hard weekend and I am here on business, so I thought to be at my peak I should rest up tonight. Besides I am still tired as a consequence. I think I drank too much at a family get-together, and so I guess I have what you could call a prolonged hangover. Besides I have had enough I am starting to get a little buzzed." Nancy explained. "The best thing for a hangover is 'hair-of-the-dog-that-bit-you'." he responded. For some reason Nancy liked this guy immediately and didn't discourage him or protest when he took the chair next to hers. He just seemed like a nice guy, approximately her age or a little older from the spackling of gray in his hair, handsome in a rugged sort of way, and with what at first blush seemed to be an excellent personality. Her anger at Tom was pretty much gone and she felt a bit of guilt for the way she had treated him at the airport, and this guy was a reasonable facsimile to assuage her guilt. She realized she should go to her room and call home and let Tom know he was out of the dawg house, but she stayed instead. The man's name was Carl. After a time his two friends, Jack and Nick came over to the table and joined them. For the next two hours, it seemed like Nancy's drink never went empty for just as it started getting low, another would magically appear. Finally, around 9:30, Nancy thought to leave. She stood unsteadily and spoke her intentions. "Guys, it has been fun, but too much fun can ruin a girl, so I guess I should call it a night." The guys protested and asked her to stay a while longer. Carl, ever the smooth talker, seized on what Nancy had said and added, "What's wrong with showing a girl such a good time that she is temporarily ruined?" Carl and his friends were regular predators of lonely married women, and had to this point been very successful at the nefarious pursuit. "I need to go to the lady's room and I will let you know when I get back." Nancy replied, but she was already sure she was going to her room and her comment was more to 'let them down easily'. While she was gone, Carl spoke to his friends. "I will insist she let me help her to her room. You guys go back to our suite and I will call once I get her ready for us." The guys agreed, having used this ploy before and knowing Carl was an effective 'setup guy', but Nick, ever the horndog, grabbed his crotch and advising his friend said, "Don't take too long, I'm dying here." Nancy returned a few moments later and finished her drink without sitting down. She was pretty sloshed. She spoke as she drank the last swallow of her drink, slurring her speech a bit. "I have heard it shaid you should never drink a drink you left on the table or that someone other than the bar staff brings to you, because the guys may have drugged your drink, so they can take advantage of you. But you guys would never do anything like that, now would you?" she said jokingly. Carl snickered, "Of course we would never use drugs to take advantage of you. That wouldn't be right. I do though think you need to let me help you back to your room, you aren't exactly all here." Nancy hadn't caught the subtle way in which Carl had only excluded the use of drugs to take advantage and would probably had not caught it even sober it was so subtle. She had nearly fallen twice going and coming from the restroom, so didn't argue and actually welcomed Carl's assistance back to her room. Nancy said goodnight to Jack and Nick and her and Carl left the bar. When they arrived at Nancy's room, Carl took her key from her and opened the door, insisting on helping Nancy inside. She was pretty sloshed and thought nothing of it when he came in behind her. She needed the assistance. As soon as she was safely inside she should have asked him to leave, for all the good it would have done, but she instead excused herself to go pee again. While she was gone he called his friends and gave them the room number telling them to wait ten minutes before coming to the room. "I will leave the door so you can enter without it being opened for you." Carl went to the room door and defeated the latch with the cover from a matchbook in his pocket, stuffing the hole in the jam, so the latch couldn't enter it and slight pressure from outside would open the door. When Nancy returned from the bathroom, she thanked Carl. "Thank you Sir for a wonderful evening and seeing I got back to my room safely. You can go now, I will be alright." Carl's mind went into overdrive trying to think of a way to get things moving in the direction that he wanted them to go. He thought of a possibility and put it into motion, "Could I have a drink of water?" he asked. "Sure." Nancy replied as she turned to go to the small refrigerator the hotel provided in their rooms and retrieved a bottle of water she knew was stocked there. Turning back around she held out the bottle of water to Carl. He stepped inside her outstretched arm and reached around her and pulled her to him. Nancy's inebriated state made her stumble when Carl applied pressure to draw her into his arms. Carl of course caught her and his hands slipped down from her waist to clutch the cheeks of her shapely bubble-butt. Nancy should have recoiled from the touch, but her senses were completely dull from the alcohol she had consumed liberally that evening, so she didn't try to wrench her body away from his and probably couldn't have had she thought to, but she did open her mouth to protest. Carl's mouth came down onto hers so the words never had a chance to form. His tongue found her mouth and for a moment the two tongues dueled for dominance. Nancy was finally able to pull her mouth from his and protest. "Stop this Carl, I'm a happily married woman. I can't be doing this." Her state of inebriation coupled with the involuntary excitation the kiss had created made it difficult for her to talk, but she panted out the protest finally. Carl was ready to fend off the protest. He had taken reluctant married women before and knew what to say without much forethought. "If you are a happily married woman, what are you doing sitting alone in a bar full of men by yourself? Why didn't you bring one of your lady friends with you?" Carl bent to kiss her again. Nancy didn't fight it, not sure how to fight it and accepted the kiss, its intensity fueling her desires to surrender to the moment. Her mind reeled, she had never felt sexual excitation with any man other than her husband, but this was exciting she had to admit. Carl's aggressiveness was also fueling Nancy's natural submissiveness. Finally, she thought up a way to protest. In her mind she decided to just state the facts. "My friends all went to dinner together and since I wasn't feeling well I decided to stay in." was what she had thought to say. The truth, but Carl easily defeated the facts. "Still coming into the bar to eat rather than the restaurant, tells me you were more on the prowl than tired and hungry. Shoot, you could have ordered room service, too." Carl said to address her protest. Nancy was just about to explain the restaurant had a wait time and she didn't want to have to wait, but as she opened her mouth to clarify the position and protest further, Carl kissed her again. It was another of those deep soul-searching kisses that Nancy could feel in the balls of her feet. Worse yet, her body had a mind of it's own and was starting to betray Nancy's resolve to the fidelity her marriage vows imposed. Carl though was ready to take it to the next stage, as Jack and Nick would arrive in another three or four minutes. As he kissed her, Carl's hands moved from her ass to the hem on the tee-type top she wore. As he broke the kiss he swept his hands upward, the tee came off over her head and Nancy stood only in bra and skort. Nancy blushed and crossed her arms across her chest. Carl figured when she didn't protest vigorously to this latest affront that he had her. He grasp each of her wrists and pulled her arms away from her chest and back down to her sides before pulling her to him again. He kissed her again and Nancy's rigid stance relaxed. He found the button on the side of the skort and slipping it through the buttonhole, when he stepped back, the skort fell to Nancy's ankles. Taking her by the hands he helped her step out of the clothing, without protest from the inebriated wife. Nancy now stood clad in only matching bra and panties and heels. Nancy's body was in full betrayal now, and she felt the dampness in the crotch of her panties, so when Carl took her by the hand and led her to the center of the room, she didn't resist or protest. Carl drew her into his arms and kissed her again, and Nancy was feeling a lust fog build to go along with the alcohol haze that already controlled her mind, so kissed him back, though with less intensity than Carl was using. Carl's hand found the latch on her bra and when he stepped away this time, he took her bra with him, and dropped it on the floor. Nancy blushed again but did nothing to cover her nakedness. She felt a momentary pride that in spite of the fact, age and childbearing should be working against her, the sag of her breasts was minimal. She knew almost as well as she knew her name that this man was going to fuck her and that she would do nothing to stop him now. She couldn't resist even if she had wanted to, though she would never have admitted how much she wanted the fucking that was certainly coming. In her mind she cussed Tom, refueling her anger toward him and laying the blame at his feet. She reasoned that if he hadn't pressed the activities last Saturday night, she not only would not have been drinking to put herself in this position, but that she would also be fighting like a cornered animal. She justified her surrender by saying to herself 'if Tom wanted her to fuck other men, then she would fuck other men by golly. He had after all fucked Trish in her presence'. Without it being a conscious thought it was 'what is good for the goose is good for the gander' attitude. The fight was gone from her. When Carl knelt before her and lowered her panties, Nancy submissively stepped out of them. Now completely naked except for her heels before this stranger, Nancy felt her submissiveness kick into high gear. So when Carl moved his head to her crotch, Nancy, without being told to, dutifully spread her legs to allow him better access, besides she wanted this now, more than wanted it, Nancy had to have it. Carl knew what he was doing and quickly found Nancy's stiffening clit and began to orally maul the prick-like protuberance. As he moved between her legs he saw her pussy lips were bloated with the blood of her lust, fully distended and glistening with the girl juice that had seeped from her betraying cunt. Nancy was moaning almost immediately from Carl's oral ministrations to her fevered cunt and her hands grasp both sides of his head to hold him to her betraying sex. He was good at this and Nancy felt her orgasm sweep over her. Her knees grew weak and rubbery, and she was literally sitting on his face. After continuing to suck her fevered pussy for a few minutes more, still focusing most of his attention on her clit, Carl finally stood. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pressed her to her knees. Nancy knew what was coming next and actually looked forward to it, her inebriated mind quickly grasping the thought that if she could get him to cum from a blowjob, that she wouldn't have to fuck him. As much as she needed a good hard fuck right now, if she could avoid that she would not be cheating on Tom. Though she had rationalized things as Tom's fault earlier, her 'Polly-pure' thoughts surrounding her wedding vows were still a firm fixture in her mind. Though what they had done so far was technically cheating to her generation, Bill 'the philanderer' Clinton had ostensibly taken oral out of the realm of sex with his revelations of the Lewinsky affair. On her knees now, her head at crotch level to Carl, she saw him unzip and pull his semi-erect cock through his fly. Without being told to she grasp his cock and began sucking it lovingly. Carl's cock though bigger than average wasn't overly large and approximately the same size as her Tom's cock. She knew from her experiences with Tom she could probably get him off just sucking him and went at it with zeal, easily deep-throating the stiffening cudgel. Nancy enjoyed the taste of cum, so didn't have any qualms about getting him off with her mouth. After several minutes of sucking him expertly, Carl grasp her head and began to almost viciously fuck her throat. "Suck it slut!" He chided. "Suck it like you want me to fuck you with it." He continued to goad the woman. His words had a titillating affect on Nancy and had her thinking he was getting excited and would cum soon. Besides it played right to her submissiveness. Nasty labels like slut and whore fueled her feelings of submissiveness. Carl was going to fuck her and it didn't matter whether she approved or not. Yet he still always tried to get his conquests to ask for it to preclude rape or sexual assault charges later, so he slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and started the micro digital recorder there in record mode. "I'm going to fuck you Nancy, because you want to get fucked." He said. Nancy's mind registered the words he had said slowly, but couldn't formulate a protest, so just redoubled her efforts to get him off with her mouth. In her inebriated mind, she rationalized that would prevent the illicit coitus. "You want me to fuck you don't you Nancy?" he asked the blatant question that would seal her fate. Nancy mumbled a protest around his cock fucking her mouth. So he asked her again. "You are going to have to ask for it Nancy. Beg me to fuck you." he spoke again. Nancy's inebriated mind justified her words as intending to excite Carl further and get him to cum so his sexual aggression would be sated and she wouldn't have to fuck him. "Yes Carl, I want you to fuck me." her body was in full blown betrayal, so where she might have stopped with the acknowledgement that was intended to stimulate and give his orgasm a leg up, instead she followed with what Carl had asked to hear. "Please fuck me Carl, I need to feel you inside me." she begged. Carl clicked the recorder off having gotten the request that would save him from possible criminal prosecution, and stepped back from the kneeling Nancy. He quickly removed his clothing and lay down on the floor, pulling Nancy to him as he lay down. "Get on top Nancy." He instructed in a commanding tone. Nancy was totally submissive now and did as he instructed. Hard to Stop "Put my cock in your cunt slut and be my whore." He gave additional commands. Nancy dutifully grasp his cock and guided it into her seeping snatch. She moaned as she sat down on his tumescence and felt her cunt stretch to welcome the intruder. It felt the same as Tom's cock, though Tom and cheating were no longer on her mind. Her body was in control and her mind had surrendered. Nancy just needed a mind-blowing fuck now. As she absorbed all of his cock into her, she spoke using the words that Carl had used to gain her surrender. "Fuck me like your whore Carl, I need it. Fuck me hard." She begged again. She found she liked calling herself Carl's whore. She began to buck up and down on Carl's man-flesh with increasing vigor as her lust began to rise again. This was the scene Jack and Nick saw when they entered the room at that very moment. Jack removed the matchbook cover so the door would close and afford the trio and Nancy some privacy. She was in for a long night. Once again Carl had worked his magic in getting their target to accept her fate. Nick, the one who had grabbed his cock in the bar walked over by where the two lay on the floor fucking like a couple of rutting animals. When Nancy realized the two had joined Carl in the room, it just added to the salaciousness of the event and so Nancy just started fucking Carl with more zeal and enthusiasm. Nick grabbed his cock again, and spoke. "Hurry Carl, I need seconds now!" he exclaimed. "Stop your bitchin' Nick, she has two other holes, so there is no waiting." Carl responded. The words didn't register at first, so Nancy made no move to protest. Her body was in full-blown lust now and on a race pace to get off. Any guilt or thoughts of Tom at home were nowhere near a conscious thought process, as a result. She didn't realize what was about to ensue, until Nick knelt behind her and spit on his hand, rubbing it on his thick cock and started to press into Nancy's brown star backdoor. "Wha?" Nancy managed a feeble protest as Nick pressed into her. Nancy was no stranger to being fucked in the ass, but it wasn't her first choice of activities. Besides with Carl in her cunt there was no way she could take Nick in her ass she reasoned. Nick was in a fuck frenzy and wasn't going to be easy or gentle with Nancy's tender ass, and pressed into her hard rather than being gentle and allowing her to grow accustomed to his presence in her ass before beginning to fuck in earnest. He slammed into her, his thicker than average cock spreading her wide and having Nancy thinking he would rip her apart. After just a brief moment of Nick's fuck frenzy, her ass grew accustomed to his cock's presence and the pain ended to be replaced by the most incredible sexual pleasure Nancy had ever felt. Carl had stopped fucking while Nick was entering her ass, but resumed now. As the two established a rhythm, Nancy began to get into the double penetration fuck she was receiving. As Carl fucked from below and Nick from above, Nancy started to babble her lust. "Oh fuck me. "Fuck me hard you bastards." Then her babbles took on the rhythm of the cocks using her without mercy. "Fuck me. "Fuck me. "Fuck me." About that time Jack stepped up and fed Nancy his cock, changing her babbles to a muffle as she sucked lovingly on the offered cudgel. "mmmfff. "mmmfff. "mmmfff." Then Nancy felt the mother of all orgasms beginning to rumble in her belly. When Carl and Nick both got off almost simultaneously it triggered hers. She backed off of Jack's cock a moment and screamed out her joy and pleasure. "Oh my gawd, I'M CCCUUUUMMMMMIIIINNNGGG!!!" "FUCK ME YOU BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!" Once she regained control she resumed sucking Jack until he unloaded his balls in her eagerly sucking mouth. Nancy swallowed his copious load without loosing a single drop. Though they didn't triple penetrate her again, for the next several hours the three used Nancy again and again. She was totally submissive during the entire event, willingly doing anything they asked. They all three fucked her at least once more in each of her three holes. At one point, Jack, who was a bit of a sadist so extremely dominant in his personality type, spread Nancy out on the bed and shaved the neatly trimmed patch of hair on Nancy's mons and pussy lips, while Carl and Nick held her legs spread wide. Nancy weakly protested as the man removed all the hair from waist to asshole. "You can't do that, my husband might grow suspicious." Nancy protested. Jack countered, "Smooth lips are more sensitive, so just tell him you did it for him, besides we love a shaved pussy, so he probably will, as well." When he finished, Nancy looked down at her now hairless pussy and commented, "My pussy hasn't looked like this since I was a little girl." Any concern about what had happened was gone. Nancy was actually very lucky. If Jack had had his dominant Master accoutrements with him, he would likely have pierced her clit hood and cunt lips. That would have been harder to explain to Tom. By 3am Nancy was exhausted and covered with cum ropes. For the last hour she had moved from Carl, to Jack, to Nick, trying to suck their spent and used up cocks into erection to fuck her again. She had discovered an insatiability she never knew she possessed. But these three had discovered it, as well, but there was nothing they could do about it tonight. They finally all left and Nancy put herself to bed, her head was roaring with a monster hangover. Her 6 am wakeup call came way too early, and while she showered she soaped her now denuded mons and pussy and found she liked the effect of her freshly shaved pussy. In spite of her lack of sleep, Nancy still had a fresh spring to her step while she went about the seminars through the morning. Her satin panties sliding across her hairless pussy was an extremely erotic sensation, so Nancy decided to keep it that way. She napped during lunch and only went to one of the afternoon's offerings at the conference. Once the afternoon sessions were over, a friend approached her. "Nancy would you like to go with us tonight. We are going to Jose Garcia's for Mexican?" her friend asked. "No Carol, I am a bit under the weather and I'm not sure my stomach could handle Mexican food." Nancy replied. "Yeah, I noticed you have been walking kind of gingerly today, but I had no idea it was your stomach." Her friend added. "Yeah I have been sort of cramped up most of the day." Nancy fibbed. After her friends left, Nancy went by the bar and located Carl, Jack and Nick and invited them up to her room for the evening. "Would you guys like to stop by and party in my room after while?" Nancy queried. "Sure." They chimed in unison. "Ok, give me a half hour to shower and freshen up, then come on up." Nancy instructed. Thirty minutes later the guys showed up and Nancy was showered, neatly coifed and dressed provocatively in a bustier, garter belt and stockings and heels, the suspenders on the garter belt nicely framing her newly shaved pussy. She had run out after he lunchtime nap and made the lingerie purchases after she woke up horny and decided to invite the guys over for another evening. The guys used her for the next 4-5 hours individually and as a group, and again they wore out before she did. Nancy for her part was the dutiful little submissive girl and did anything they asked. They triple penetrated her again and she decided she liked that type of sex and that meant she would have to change her attitudes a bit. When she got home the next evening, she couldn't wait for bedtime to get Tom in bed. The kids were around or she would have jumped his bones when she walked in the door. After they made tender, passionate love she was lying there underneath Tom and whispered in his ear. "Honey if you want us to swing, I guess we can do that." When he commented on her shaved pussy, she already had a cover story ready. "I did it for you, something new and exciting. Besides I read, truth be told, most men prefer a shaved pussy." Apparently Tom did. Though he usually ate Nancy's pussy during their love making, he ate her for a prolonged period, this night. Nancy had three screaming orgasms from Tom's oral efforts. Her shaved lips were in fact more sensitive as Jack had stated. That was what brought her to be sitting in this bar, flashing strangers in hopes they would take her back to her room and make her play the submissive slut and use her like a little whore. She had discovered she loved the role.