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Heather Rules Ch. 01

By: mgablea



What a day. My boss had announced that we would be implementing a new software system and that I would be going to San Diego for two weeks to train for the system. He also said that the company would pay for my wife, Heather, to come with me. Having been married for 10 years with 2 kids and a dog; I thought, even though I would be in class during the day, our nights would be free and this might be as good as a second honeymoon and give us a chance to reconnect. 

The reconnect would be good since like most couples married for awhile we basically irritated each other, what with 2 kids followed by the requisite vasectomy, work, church, school and everything else in life. Additionally, we were both each others' firsts; including sex which was 3 days after our wedding day (if you experienced it then you know what happens.) 

So at best it was sex two or three times a month with maybe some quick groping when the kids were not around. We had your normal everyday plain vanilla sex. No oral. 

Anal we had tried during her first pregnancy but did not even get close.

After the kids, we each kept about twenty pounds more than when we were younger and no amount of exercise or diet could shed the extra pounds. Because of the pregnancies, Heather had gone from a 34B to a 36C. Being a red head, her nipples had always been a light pink almost indiscernible from her skin, but the pregnancies had also made her nipples darker and more apparent. Heather's skin was freckled, more where her skin was exposed to the sun and almost none in the areas that never saw the sun.

Then there was the day I was outed. 

Like most men the internet opened up a whole new realm to me. At first, I was able to ignore the porn websites but being a red blooded male, I eventually gave in to temptation since every search came up with porn sites. 

Many nights would find me surfing the net feeding my curiosity about all variety of depravity (you know there are some really sick fucks out there.) Eventually, my favorite became the shared wife stories that included gang bangs, sucking cock, anal, air tight and double penetration. 

I could never picture myself with anyone other than my wife but somehow I could see in my mind a picture of my wife; every hole stuffed with strange cock, at the center of a group of guys taking turns with her, covered in semen or shared with strangers. This had an effect on me. More and more I wanted to show Heather off. I wanted my Heather to dress in more revealing clothes. I especially like for her to go braless. I love the sight of Heather's unrestrained breasts as they would giggle when she walked. I love to clearly see her nipples through the cloth covering her breasts. 

For a while, Heather gave limited cooperation, sometimes wearing halters or sun dresses around the house, our sex lives increased briefly, until the night she found my secret surfing habits and then all the shit hit the fan. 

All I heard for days was "how could you?", "pervert", and "jackass."

Eventually, things started to settle down and I was accepted back but there was no asking her to change after that; no revealing clothes and definitely no braless.

Arriving home, I announced "Heather, I'm home." 

"How was your day?" she asked.

"Great" I said.

This took her aback as I normally growled about what a terrible day I had.

"How would you like to spend two weeks alone, no kids, with me in San Diego while I go to class?"

"I don't know, Larry" Heather replied. "Who will take care of the kids? And what about the dog?"

"Already taken care of. I called your parents and they thought it was a great idea for us to go and they said they would be happy to take care of their grandchildren and the house while we were away." I replied.

"Then I guess it's decided." She said.

Then from out of the blue I thought I'd take a chance and, "You know since its California and we will be hitting the beaches, will you only wear bikinis while we're there? And since it is California and people are a lot freer there will you leave your bras at home?" There I had said it. I knew I was taking a huge chance but I just had to take it. I knew she would say no, make a scene, and probably not speak to me for the rest of the week.

She surprised me. With a somewhat defiant look, she looked me in the eyes and said, "So, Larry, you've been looking at those sites again....."

Oh no here it comes. "No, I haven't...." I tried to lie.

She quickly interrupted me. "Larry, don't insult me. I know you're a man and you're going to surf those sites every chance you get. Tell you what, for this trip since it is California, we will have special rules, Heather rules. I will try to comply with as many of your requests as I feel like, but I will only do the things I want to when I want to. We will go by Heather rules." 

Confused by her response I answered, "Sure, uh whatever you want is fine."

That night we made love. No we had sex, pure, hard, panting, sweaty sex. She was wetter than I could ever remember, she moved beneath me to meet my thrusts (this was new) and she was so vocal (this was new too.) I was afraid she would wake the kids. I could not believe this was my Heather. I came harder than I could ever remember.

The next night was the same and the next and the next and the...you get the idea. What had gotten into my sweet Heather? This was a different woman than the one I had known for the last 12 years and made love to for ten years.

The day finally arrived for our departure. Heather was wearing a long trench coat that was buttoned from the top all the way down. This did not seem unusual since it was a rainy April Chicago day. 

What was unusual was Heather's makeup; it was a lot thicker and more vibrant. She was also wearing very red lipstick. She had on sandals with laces that wrapped around her legs before tying just below her knees and also with a high cork heel. Her toenails were painted the same deep red color as her lips. 

She had taken a great deal of time to style her red hair and it framed her face wonderfully. Her new look garnered disapproving looks from her parents but I was very much in approval and stood breathlessly with my mouth open.

"You should close your mouth and put your eyes back in your head so we can go. There are more surprises ahead." Heather teased as she walked past me to the door.

Finally recovering, Heather's parents took us to the airport. Heather gave her last minute instructions and we said our goodbyes and head for security. At security, Heather removed her shoes and finally had to remove her coat and place it on the belt to be x-rayed. 

I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

Heather was wearing a light cotton sun dress with a low cut front displaying a lot of here braless (yeah braless) breasts and a back that was open practically to the waist. Heather had never dressed sexier what with her make-up, braless breasts, bare feet, red lips, red finger and toenail polish and almost nothing dress.

"Wow" was all I could say. 

"You like?" Heather said as she spun around letting the hem fly up almost to her crouch.

I looked around and all of the men were giving her lustful looks which, for the first time in Heather's life, she seemed to enjoy.

After passing through the security screening, Heather retrieved her shoes. Then bending over at the waist she started to lace the laces back up her legs. This action made her dress open up at the low cut neck and everyone within the line of sight could see her breasts fully displayed nipples and everything, down to her new white lace bikini panties. 

My eyes were practically bugging out of my head. She made no effort to cover up.

Straightening up she looked at me and said, "What's the matter? You look like the cat that ate the canary."

"Oh, nothing," I replied.

As we walk to the gate her braless breasts were doing a wonderful dance inside the loose confines of her dress. Occasionally, her dress would bow out from the arm holes giving me a great view of the sides of her breasts.

Mentally, I was a wreck of confusion. Lust for my wife filled my thoughts but jealous pangs were also stabbing my mind as I observed the lustful stares of the men and the disapproving looks of the women we passed. 

Here she was actually doing what I asked, no bra, but it was totally out of character for the woman I married. What was Heather feeling? What was she thinking? What else was going to happen under Heather rules? Did I really want this? Lust, pride, curiosity, jealousy, fear, loathing, etc filled my mind at once to overload. Was I prepared for this new side to Heather? I knew that the next two weeks would thrill and test me like never before in my life.

Surprisingly, the flight to San Diego was uneventful. I had almost expected to join the mile high club. Heather sat in the window seat and I in the middle seat. We chatted and held hands, but nothing that would bring undue attention from anyone including the guy sitting in the aisle seat, other than starring at Heather's braless breasts the entire flight. Our flight arrived in the early afternoon.

After we arrived and recovered our luggage we rented a car, a convertible just like Heather wanted. We put the top down and head out of the airport.

"So Miss Heather rules," I said "What do I do next?"

Heather replied, "Let's take a ride along the coast and see if anything interesting comes up."

We were driving along the coast when Heather gently eased the straps of her dress off of her shoulders exposing her gorgeous breasts and nipples to the sun for the first time and to all who could see into our car. Then she leaned back in the seat and spread her legs wide but covered.

Doing my best not to run off the road, I reached over and began to massage her left breast and pinch her nipple. Heather started going mmmm, mmmm in time to a rhythm known only to her. I started to let my hand move downward inside the open top of her dress when she grabbed my hand and moved it back to her breast.

"Not yet lover," she said "remember Heather rules."

We continued on. Me massaging her exposed breasts; her continuing the unheard song in her head.

Suddenly, Heather said, "Pull over now!" breathlessly.

I pulled over as quickly as I could into a relatively hidden place thinking she must need to pee.

Heather commanded, "Larry, get out and come around to my side of the car."

As I went around the car, Heather opened the door and swung around in the seat; propping her butt on the edge, she spread her legs and slowly raised her dress. Slowly, inch by tantalizing inch she raised her dress, until yet another surprise was revealed. Instead of her normal abundant growth of pubic hair, I was greeted with the view of her bare, smooth, hairless mound, her beet red, parted lips and engorged clitoris. I could see wetness oozing from her hole which also appeared to be gaping wide open.

"I had it waxed. Do you like it?" She said.

"No panties." Was all I could reply.

Heather answered, "I dropped them in the airport. They were so wet I could not stand to wear them anymore."

(I bet that made a great souvenir for someone. That is if his wife doesn't catch him with them.)

I reached for my belt but Heather shook her head no.

"This is about me - Heather rules." Heather said.

She pointed for me to kneel between her legs, then she reached and took me by the head and pulled me to her vulva. I had seen Heather's bush covered sex many times; I had luxuriated in the feel when she occasionally allowed me to touch her between her legs. 

As if in a trance, I stared at the protruding red lips of her labia minora framed by the contrasting whiteness of her labia majora. 

At the top, I could plainly see the blood engorged clitoris that had always been hidden by the red hair that once covered her pubis. Her lips cherry red and swollen had parted by themselves from Heather's overcharged excitement.

Here for the first time in 10 years of marriage I savored the intoxicating aroma of her sex. Never before would Heather even consider letting me do this to her but now...

"Lick" Heather commanded.

I obeyed. I stuck out my tongue and licked from the bottom to the top between those luscious lips. The flavor was beyond belief like nothing I have tasted. (Why doesn't someone bottle a drink with a flavor like this?)

"Harder" Heather demanded. As she pushed my face into her cleft.

I started licking, kissing and sucking for all I was worth. That wonderful fluid was pouring out of Heather and filling my nose and mouth with her tangy, musky flavor. Heather was rubbing and pushing herself into my face as hard as she could but still I could not get enough. My penis, still inside my pants, was so hard it was painful. Suddenly, Heather bucked, grabbed my head and held my face tight between her legs. A long, loud scream of ecstasy came from her mouth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" was all that could be heard from her.

At the same time, another copious fluid flowed out of her not an actual flood but distinctly different just the same. It came in spurts instead of a steady stream. Again my thirst for this new liquor could not be sated.

We sat by the side of the road trying to catch our breath, Heather in her seat me on the ground. As our senses returned, we realized how exposed we were. Heather pulled the straps of her dress back on and then stood up to adjust her dress to the proper position. I stood up with a huge lump in my pants and then facing each other and before I had wiped my face clean of Heather's wetness, she gave me a long, wet tongue kiss and also licked around my mouth. She too was having a taste of herself.

"Interesting aftershave you're wearing" Heather said as she kissed me again. "I hope you use it more often."

I returned to the driver's seat and we resumed our drive along the coast. Occasionally, we would stop to walk along the beach. Holding hands, kissing and staring into each others' eyes. It was like we were 10 years younger and our love was new again. 

Finally, when darkness had overtaken us Heather said, "I'm hungry. Let's find someplace for dinner."

I pulled into the parking lot of a casual dining restaurant. As we walked from the car, Heather suddenly pulled me into a darkened doorway which was mostly out of view. Once we were there, she kneeled down, undid my belt, opened my fly and pulled my pants and underwear down in one swift motion. I was instantaneously fully hard and sticking straight up. Then she grabbed my penis and stroked it up and down a few times. Next, to my surprise, she sucked me into her mouth. Never and I mean never had she even considered having my penis in her mouth, much less suck on it!

After thoroughly wetting my penis, she stood up and pulled her dress up, exposing herself to the night air, spread her legs and with my penis firmly in her hand impaled herself on me. This was too wild by any standard. I thought for sure I was fantasizing but the very wet, very tight velvet sleeve encasing my penis let me know this was real.

There was no way I would last long after being over stimulated for the entire day.

Standing in the doorway, I started thrusting into her for all I was worth. I could feel myself pushing past her cervix and deep into her cavity over and over and over again. Several times I lifted her off her feet. All too soon, I felt that uncontrollable tingling and I sent spurt after spurt of my semen into her. My God that felt so good.

"I'm starving" Heather said "let's go get something to eat."

With that said we reassembled ourselves and went into the restaurant. 

Being somewhat late the crowd in the restaurant was thin so we were seated quickly. It felt like every eye in the restaurant stared at us, actually at Heather, as we walked to our seats. Between Heather's breasts doing the dance that only braless breasts do and our windblown hair from riding in the convertible, I am sure we made quite a sight.

Heather seated herself carefully as I held her chair making sure none of the cloth of her dress was underneath her. I gave her a curious look because I could never see her sitting her bare butt down on a restaurant chair. Of course I had also never her to go out in public without a bra and panties.

"You realize your semen is leaking out of me, don't you? And I don't want to stain my new dress. There should be a nice pool here for someone to clean up when we leave." Heather said.

Our waitress came over to greet us, making a comment about we must be having a lot of fun today. This made Heather and I burst out in laughter.

"You have no idea." I replied

"Oh, I think I might." She replied with a wink.

After the waitress took our drink orders Heather surprised me again by ordering a Long Island ice tea. This was surprising because we never drink alcoholic beverages. I had often told her that one drink would not be so bad but she had always been dead set against it. Since I was driving I stayed to my normal ice tea.

After the waitress left Heather said, "I guess you're wondering what's going on. You know when I caught you looking at the porn on the computer I was deeply hurt. I was more hurt than at any time in my life. I know we were both virgins when we were married and that neither of us has had any experience with anyone but each other. I was afraid that I didn't measure up to the girls in the pictures you were looking...."

"Heather that's not true you know you're the only..."I tried to interrupt.

"No, you don't talk, you let me finish." Heather stated with her eyes glaring into mine displaying the deep hurt I had caused her.

Heather continued, "I know you were and are looking at the pictures that is almost to be expected of a man, I don't know of a man who can resist. Any man who says he can is probably a liar. What I didn't know is there are all of these stories out there. As I followed your history I noticed you were looking less and less at pictures and spending more time reading stories. Some of them I could not believe you would actually download, I mean there are some really sick fucks out there."

I had to laugh because Heather never ever uttered a profanity not even a "darn" and now here she was using "fucks." Heather laughed too, looking down with a sly grin. This seemed to ease the mood.

After regaining our composure and after Heather had a sip from her Long Island iced tea, Heather started again, "I noticed you seemed to have a preference for what I believe are called wife sharing stories. I started to read some of them and it upset me greatly. I wondered is this something Larry wants me to do. 

I knew you had been pressuring me to wear indecent outfits and trying to get me not to wear a bra. Did he want me to do even more? To do the things that are in the stories, to be shared with one of our friends or a stranger. 

I was deeply shocked and hurt. I cried for hours. I felt I didn't know you. Then I looked at some of the other stories the ones involving more than one man or many men. Men using all of a woman's holes at once. Could Larry really want me to do those things too? 

I was an emotional wreck but the next day I found I was being drawn to read more. The shock eventually faded and gave way to curiosity then to fascination then I started to fantasize. 

Soon I found some stories were my favorites. The more I read the more I liked some of the stories. I started sitting at the computer naked, rubbing myself. Ever since I was a little girl I was taught not to touch myself like that, it's nasty. 

Then one day as I was reading a particularly sensual story I realized I was getting wet, and I liked it. I started rubbing harder and harder then I pushed a finger into myself then two then three. No longer was I reading but I was masturbating, yes masturbating, and I liked it. 


Heather Rules Ch. 01



I was the woman in the story. I had been seduced by another man at your encouragement; you had even offered me a bribe. He was having sex with me.

I pushed harder and deeper harder and deeper my breathing became rough and ragged and then it felt like every nerve ending in my body exploded with pleasure. 

The author became a favorite of mine. I read all of his stories I could find. Stories about wife sharing, more than one man, wife as prostitute, oral sex and anal sex. Then one day his stories were gone but I had read them, I mean masturbated to them so much I know them by heart.

When you said we would be going to San Diego as in California it brought to mind the story where the couple created rules for the wife just for California. So you see, California Rules, Heather Rules."

"So what does this mean?" I asked. "Are you planning on acting out those stories for real? With other men?" With me watching? Without me?"

"I'm not sure yet." Heather replied. "Most of this has been really fun. The Brazilian wax hurt like hell, definitely not one of the fun experiences and it felt really weird having another woman touching my genitals, maybe if I let a man next time, putting hot wax on me and then ripping out my hair by the root! But then I was feeling so naughty, so exposed. And the increase in sensation is out of this world. It was definitely worth the pain. 

Then being dressed like this without a bra and panties. I love the way you look at me but hated the way all the men in the airport and on the plane leered at me. Riding topless in the convertible was unbelievable with you fondling me and the wind and sunshine on my bare breasts and knowing that anybody that happened to look was seeing me half naked. It felt good to be a woman. 

Oh and the oral, I never realized the pleasure I had been missing. And sex in the back door of this restaurant where we could have been caught with your pants down just now. 

Unbelievable.

I'd probably kill you if you were with another woman; I just can't stand the thought but for some reason I can see myself acting out in those stories. My guess is you feel the same way.

I'm not sure what I want to do on this trip or how far I want to go. I know I love you too much to want to do anything to lose you, Larry. We'll have to see how this plays out. The one thing I do know is that on this trip Heather rules. "

I sat quietly and then said, "I'm not sure I know how I feel either. I love for you to go without I bra; I love the way your breasts move inside your clothes. I'm not sure about the looks from other men; it makes me proud, turns me on and scares me all at once.

Everything else we've done today has also been wonderful. I would be lying if I said that seeing or knowing you were out with another man or men doing any of the things I or we have read about in the stories wouldn't upset me, make me jealous or feel hurt. Kind of like you probably felt when you found out about me habits on the internet. 

At the same time, I am turned on beyond belief and my imagination is running wild with thoughts of what you could or might do. At seeing you act out those stories for real, naked with another man or men doing what they will with you; to you. But I don't want either of us to do anything that would cause us to lose each other. 

Swinging or swapping partners does not interest me; you're right, I just cannot imagine me with anyone else but you. Somehow I can only visualize you doing the things that we have read about in the stories. I know that doesn't make sense but one thing I do know is I love you and on this trip my feelings don't matter because Heather rules." 

For the rest of the meal we made small talk, caressed, and held hands. We were just two lovers living in our own little world. When we got up to leave Heather had a hard time keeping her balance this being the first time she had ever had alcohol. 

Heather laughed hard enough to get everyone in the restaurant's attention as she stumbled; drawing admiring looks from the men as her braless breasts giggled inside her dress. The seat Heather had been sitting in had a wet streak running from the middle of the seat over the edge and down to a small wet spot on the carpet below from our combined fluids leaking from her vagina. 

Heather saw the rivulet of our mixed bodily fluids and had a buzzed giggle.

We then drove and check into our hotel. We were on the twelfth floor and our room had a sitting area and a balcony that overlooked the patio and pool below. The hotel being a U shape, we could look across the way into the rooms on the other side of the courtyard.

After doing some unpacking, we put on some soft music and sort of slow danced with each other. Slowly we removed each other's clothes. My penis was as hard as it has ever been.

Walking hand in hand we went into the bathroom and turned on the shower and we both got in. We both needed a shower to renew ourselves and to clean up from the day's activities. 

Taking turns, we soaped each other up. First the back, slow firm sensual strokes cleaning the grime but also massaging our aching muscles. Then to the front, hand to breast, hand to vulva, hand to penis, hand to scrotum, hand to anus and down the legs one by one. Next, the rinse, hugging, kissing, licking. Mouth to mouth. Mouth to nipple. Mouth to slit. Mouth to penis. Mouth to scrotum. Capturing a piece of my scrotum between her teeth she gave me a small bite as she pulled the skin away from my body at the same time. A small gasp escaped my lips from this new pain/pleasure sensation.

Turning the water off; we each dried the body of the other. With our hair dripping, I lifted Heather up and carried her to the king size bed and laid her out on her stomach, placing her arms at her side. 

I then got on the bed over her and straddling her body at her hips I began to massage her back. Up and down up and down long firm strokes. Heather was starting to make sounds that were almost like purring. 

Now I was kissing the back of her neck, nibbling an earlobe then the other then back. Sticky liquid was leaking from my penis onto Heather's back leaving wet streaks wherever my penis went. Slowly, I massaged and kissed my way down Heather's back, moving myself between her spread legs. Kissing Licking Kissing Licking I was finally down to her gorgeous butt. 

With her legs spread I could see the back part of her slit and her anus. Slowly, deliberately I move my face to gap between her legs and stuck my tongue out and ran it all the way from the bottom over and into her anus and on to the top. 

This kind of startled Heather but she didn't stop me so I did it again and again. Heather started moving her hips in rhythm to my tongue play. Up and down in and out when suddenly Heather tensed from the sensation of her orgasm. 

Rolling her over I continued to orally stimulate her only this time from the front. I again tasted the sweet nectar that flowed from my beloved Heather. Sweet and wonderful and delicate. Heather again tensed and again was plunged into the mystical realm of orgasm. Again she mouthed her pleasure with a long AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Again I received jet after jet of that fantastic flavored fluid that only my lover could produce. I continued my oral ministrations and Heather continued to move her hips in time to my licking. Again another orgasm. 

I could take it no more. I kissed my way up her body until our lips and tongues met. Once again, Heather ran her tongue around my mouth and lips to taste her own love juices on my face. Her tongue then penetrated between my lips and past my teeth to wrestle with my tongue. 

Heather reached between us and taking my penis into her hand she guided me into herself. A place I had gone numerous time in ten years but tonight it seemed like a new place. I began a slow rocking up and down in and out this wasn't sex. This was love. Soft, tender soulful love. 

I wanted to explode but I willed myself to last longer. The sensations were unbearable, building and building and building until I could stand it no more and I spurted jet after jet of semen into my beloved wife. Feeling the sensation of me squirting into her sent her over the edge again and she too experienced another explosion.

Normally I would roll over and go straight to sleep, but not tonight. We cuddled in each other arms. Kissing tenderly and whispering sweet I loves you's to each other. 

Then all too soon the days activates got to us and we drifted off into a deep sleep. Wondering what the next two weeks would have in store for us. 



Heather Rules Ch. 02



Ah Monday morning, the best day of the week. Yeah right. Use the toilet then into the shower, shave, dry hair, brush teeth and get dressed. Out the door to start the new day and week. Passing the coffee shop, I thought it would be a good idea to take Heather a cup to help her start her day.

Returning to the room with a cup of wake up juice for Heather, I found her standing naked in the open balcony door. There was the vision of an angel, my angel, backlit by the sun light coming from the doorway. Heather then said, "You should grab the digital camera and take pictures while you have the chance."

One of the things I lost when Heather had caught me involved in internet porn had been my collection of Polaroids and digital pictures of Heather in all stages of undress. Our pictures were of course tame compared to those on the internet but this had been one of the few somewhat deviant behaviors we had engaged in.

Putting the coffee on the table, I grab the camera and started shooting. Heather cooperated completely. I took nude picture after nude picture; Heather standing straight and legs together, Heather was standing straight and legs apart, Heather standing hands above head, Heather holding her breasts high and together. 

Heather moved through the open doorway and onto the balcony and against the railing in full view of all who could see our balcony! Then bending over grabbing the railing I had the perfect shots of Heather's butt and rear view of her vagina. To my surprise Heather then eased herself down to a sitting position, spread her legs wide and opened herself up with her fingers giving me a view of her entire slit inside and out. 

"Don't forget to get plenty of close-ups," Heather said.

Never but never have I been allowed to see or photograph Heather so intimately!

Getting up, Heather said, "I think it's time for you to go." 

She escorted me to the door and walked through it into the hallway with me. Propping the door open with her foot, she gave me a goodbye kiss and then struck a pose for me to take more pictures of her against the outside door of our room.

Taking the camera from my hand, we had one last passionate kiss before she moved back inside; pulling her bare leg through the opening in a slow, sensual fashion. Then I was off sporting a solid erection for a fun filled day of learning.

Well, at least the morning had not been boring. Class was great and we made tremendous progress toward the oncoming conversion. The teacher was a young Southern California coed type whose top barely held in her breasts. The view would have been great and normally I would have been a lot more interested if I hadn't been thinking about the wife sharing stories I could remember and Heather rules. 

How far was Heather going to go? Would she actually sleep with another man? Men? The visuals of Heather acting out the stories flashed in my imagination. Heather with another man on top of her; kissing her, his penis moving in and out of her vagina and around her more men waiting their turn at my beautiful wife. How will I feel if any of this comes true?

Finally, the day is over and I can get back to Heather.

Opening the door, I found the room empty. Heather had laid out a suit and tie for me to wear. She had also left a note stating: Change into these clothes Lover don't wear underwear and meet me in the bar. Remember Heather rules!

Dressing as instructed, I left the room and made my through the lobby to the bar. I was afraid everyone was looking at me and that my privates were on display as I walked.

Back in Chicago we would have never been seen in a bar but in California, Heather rules. 

Heather was sitting at the bar with a glass of clear liquid in her hand. I didn't know what she was drinking; we have never had mixed drinks. Sitting next to her, dressed in a suit, was one of the out of town on business types. They were obviously making small talk; so I sat at a table rather than interrupt them.

Heather was dressed in a white strapless evening dress that barely covered her breasts, which were you guessed it braless, and matching white panty hose. Her make-up was very heavy and was immaculate. Her lipstick was the rich deep red color she wore when she left Chicago. Everything about her look said "I'm available."

As they talked it was obvious Heather was being quite the tease, touching her hair, touching his arm, looking down, blushing then touching and rubbing her hand on his thigh. Every so often she would have to reach and pull her top up a little to keep it from falling off, drawing his eyes down to her cleavage.

He, too, was putting on the moves, touching and rubbing her arms and face. Putting his arm over her shoulder and then letting his hand roam across her bare back.

I was at once horror struck, jealous, proud, turned on, fascinated. My penis was fully erect as I struggled both to not touch it and to keep it safely hidden.

Finally, the stranger said something to which Heather shook her head no and the stranger left moving onto another target further down the bar.

I then took the stool vacated by the stranger and gave my wife a passionate kiss.

She placed her hand on my crotch and said, "Someone has been enjoying the show!"

I tried to speak but my mouth was so dry; nothing would come out.

Heather said, "Here have a drink."

I must have given her a funny look, "Its only water silly." She added.

"That was definitely a sight I never thought I'd see. You teasing another man and letting him touch you like that." I stated.

"Oh that, that was almost nothing compared to the others" Heather began. "He was the fourth man in 20 minutes to hit on me. The first one almost got his hand up to my crouch before I could stop him. Besides isn't that what you want, we want, me with another man or men, doing the things you read about in those stories? 

How many nights did you sit at the computer imaging other men doing to me the things that are in those stories? Or you are doing those things with other women. If you weren't thinking about that you would have come to me when you entered the bar; instead you sat at a table watching and getting hard." 

"I just don't know how I feel Heather. Seeing you just now dressed as you are; talking to another man; another man touching you..." I said as I began to run my hand up the inside of Heather's thigh.... Stockings! Garter Belt! This is great! "Yes, Heather, it fills me with lust, pride and excitement but also jealousy and fear. I just don't know how to react. So, what did the men do and say?"

Heather started, "Well they all wanted me to go up to their room for 'a date'; some of them offered me money; the last guy offered me $200. I told them all no, that I already had a 'date' for this evening."

I have to admit the thought of my Heather acting as a prostitute, a call girl, out for hire caused the bulge in my pants to grow. 

Heather then said, "Wake up big boy and hand me $500, I have to go shopping tomorrow."

I reached for my wallet and hand Heather five $100 bills.

She counted out the bills and stuffed them inside the top of her dress. I guess just like a real working girl.

"Let's go eat, I'm starving" added Heather. As I followed her out of the bar to the hotel restaurant her butt cheeks giggling enticingly.

"So how was your day?" Heather inquired.

"Alright," I started, "this is going to go easier than last time....." I continued about all of the facets about the day until after our meals came. "I really liked taking the pictures of you the most though."

"Oh yeah," she said "I almost forgot. Here take my picture." As she pulled the digital camera from her purse and handed it to me. "Be quick."

I turned on the camera and looked at the screen as she sat smiling. Snap, a picture of her smiling. Snap, a picture of her leaning back in her chair legs together. Snap, a picture of her with her legs apart. Then as we sat in the restaurant she pulled her top down exposing her breasts and nipples and snap, a picture of her topless. Snap, a picture of a hand bra. Snap, a picture of her topless with her arms over her head, breasts stretched tight, snap a picture as she put her top back on. Snap, a topless picture before she had her top back in place. Finally, a picture with her top back in its normal place.

"My turn," said Heather.

Snap, a picture of me sitting in my chair. Snap a close up of my full erection sticking out of my pants. Snap, a close up of my rock hard penis. Reaching out Heather took hold of my penis and snap, snap, snap, pictures as she rubbed my shaft up and down. Then I pulled my zipper back up.

"Wow, this is fun" said Heather. 

Me, I'm still speechless over what has been happening.

Interesting, no one in the restaurant seemed to have noticed. The first pictures must have satisfied their curiosity. We were just another couple out on the town, taking pictures of each other.

As we ate Heather started telling me about her day. "After you left, I was very turned on so I went to the bed and pulled off all of the covers leaving only the sheet. Then I laid down and spread my legs as wide as I could and started rubbing myself. I was already very wet. I rubbed up and down, up and down, and then I put a finger in myself, then two then three. I pushed my fingers in to my vagina harder and harder."

"Now I know why they call it a 'pussy' in the stories because it likes to be rubbed. "She said with an embarrassed laugh. "I can't believe I used pussy and not vagina. I like using the word pussy. That's what I'll call it from now on! My pussy. I was fucking my pussy with my hand! Fucking. Fucking. Fucking. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and the 'fourth of July fireworks' went off all through my body. I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming and cumming. I just said fucking and cumming too."

Heather's eyes were wide and the tone of her voices was very excited.

"Oh, by the way I videoed it just for you. Next, I went out on the balcony and sat naked in the chair taking in the view while I slowly fingered myself," said Heather.

"I can't wait to see that video," I said hoarsely. 

I was having a hard (double meaning) time coming to grips with this new Heather. I liked seeing Heather so wild and free; I loved seeing her braless breasts, tits, dance as she walked. I liked seeing her nipples sticking out from her top and I liked seeing her topless out in the open air. My heart was pounding and my head spinning. 

I'm just not sure I like other men seeing her; other men offering her money to do with them what until now I had only done but then at the same time it also fills me with excitement and pride. And where was all of this new freedom taking us? Would she, could she do any or all of the things in the stories. Once again my emotions churned inside me at the prospect of having the visions of Heather acting out come true. What would Heather rules mean to us when we go home?

"Anyway," Heather continued telling me about her day, "I got cleaned up a little and headed for a health club I found while researching San Diego on the internet. The club reciprocates with the one we belong to back home. You know the one we never use.

I just thought since my days would free I would start exercising to lose this extra weight. I put on a tank top; no bra just like you requested panties, shorts and shoes and headed to the gym. I know it may seem weird; dressing like that or this scares me to death, it goes against everything I have ever been taught is right but it also excites me and turns me on. My heart pounds and my head spins, and I am wet all of the time.

I also signed up for a personal trainer, a male personal trainer. Brian is his name and he can really put me through a workout. Brian is fairly well built not overly muscular but just enough and terribly cute. He worked me hard, pushing me to train harder than I have ever worked in my life. Then there was his touch. I felt strange having another man touching me on my legs, inside my thighs almost to my crouch, sometimes brushing across my cloth covered pussy, pushing on my ass..."

"You're starting to sound like those stories" I interrupted.

"Yes I am." She continued. "And why not this is about living out those stories isn't it?

Brian also stroked my back and grabbed my ass to get me in the proper positions as we worked our way around the various stations. Twice he touched the sides of my braless tits and once he got both of his hands full of my tank top covered tits as he was positioning me. I know he had a good feel of my erect nipples. After that I had a naked massage."

"Oh, let me guess, a tall, well built Swedish hunk named Sven." I interjected.

"No, a short, dumpy middle aged woman named Emma. But you do make a good point." She said with a laugh.

Heather continued her tale, "Then I noticed a place in the back with a number of polished brass poles running from the floor to the ceiling. I asked the attendant what that was and she said that was an area for those that wanted to work out like exotic dancers. She said I could sign up for one of the afternoon sessions if I liked. So I did. 

Since my session was at 2:00 I went to the room and showered and changed into a dry work out outfit and headed for lunch by the pool. As I was eating my lunch, a good looking guy around 40 came up and introduced himself as Tom and asked if he could join me because he just couldn't stand to eat alone. 

I almost choked because that was also the name of the other man in the story I told you about. Anyway, I said 'yes, please' and he sat down across from me and we started chatting. He was totally charming and stared into my eyes as we talked about generally nothing. That is until, he reached over with his napkin to wipe some mayonnaise from my chin but then he kept moving his face closer and closer and just before our lips met, I moved away saying I have to go. Tom quickly apologized that he couldn't resist; could he see me tomorrow? I said 'maybe' as I walked to the gym.

Once there I made my way to the room with the poles and picked one. With that the instructor, Brittney, came into the room and said, "Okay for you new ladies we are about to introduce you to the reality of pole dancing and get rid of the myth. I am going to work you hard and when you think you can't do anymore you will do some more." 

With that said she started demonstrating moves on the bar one by one she watched us carefully making sure we did the work correctly. Brittney stretched me more and made me do the splits and other maneuvers I did not think my body could do. Brittney scared me to death when she had me hang upside down from my pole. When the hour was finally over I felt like a wet noodle. 

Brittney came up to me and started asking, "So you're from Chicago right? Bet you're here with your husband, too. And I bet you've been reading those wife sharing stories on the internet, too.

I suddenly felt very exposed and said, 'how do you know?'

"Don't get upset, girl friend," Brittney answered, "I work teaching women how to use a stripper pole. A couple of times a week I will get one of you pure, Midwestern housewives who, after catching her husband looking at and reading porn on the internet, has been doing a lot of reading of shared wife stories herself. Am I right so far?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Now you're in California and far away from anyone who knows you and your husband has asked you to not wear underwear and dress in revealing outfits. You've rented a convertible and you drove around yesterday with more than one top down, too. And while you're here and you're thinking maybe I can live out some of those stories for real, Right?"

"Almost," I replied cautiously. He only asked me not to wear a bra."

Brittney then continued, "Girl you have got to lighten up, I'm only going to try to help you both live out your fantasies. You see I can make 'special' arrangements for you. I can arrange anything for you, anything you want. There's money to made in this, I get paid a bounty by 'people' for all of the women I can deliver for these arrangements and they especially like you pure Midwestern housewife types"

"Like what?" I asked.

"For you," Brittney continued, "I think you could start with the amateur contest Thursday night at a strip club I know. Your division, the thirty and over division, is at 8:00 so you won't be up too much past your bedtime. It's all nude and lewd but you can strip as much or as little as you want and you'd have a shot at 1st place. You can do it with or without a pole, too. 

You'll have to work really hard over the next three days and we'll have to work you up a routine. What do you think? I need and answer quickly because I still have to talk to Carol, too"

Hesitantly, I said 'yes.' Can you believe it, Larry, I actually said 'yes' to stripping in a room full of men, stripping in a contest? Me, Heather Marie Duncan Jones, dancing naked on stage in front of strange men."

"I don't know, Heather, I'm not...." I tried to talk but Heather interrupted.

"You don't have a say in anything, dear, you really don't get to approve or disapprove because?"

"Heather rules?" I replied.

"Yes, Heather rules." Heather added and continued. "Anyway I have to pay Brittney the $500 you gave me and from that she will provide me costumes to strip out of, special lessons and pay the entry fee. I also have to split any winnings with Brittney and the any tips I have to share with the girls who work in the club. 

Brittney also said she can make any other 'arrangements' I wanted while we are here. 

And that Carol in my class, she and her husband are here from Milwaukee and she going to do it too."

Let's face it gang I was hard, I wanted Heather right then. I ran my hand up between Heather's legs which she parted, up her high nylon encased thigh till bare skin. Stockings? Not panty hose! A strap? A garter belt! Then wetness, no panties! Heather was just grinning at me. 

I started finger fucking her with first one then two fingers. I loved the extraordinary wetness and the heat coming from her pussy. Suddenly, Heather's hand pulled mine away.

"Stop!" Heather said, "Later."

We finished our meal as I stared lustfully at my bride of ten years. The butterflies and second thoughts were fading; replaced with only pure animal lust and excitement. Suddenly I wanted more, to do more and to see more.

It was around 8PM when we left; arm in arm from the restaurant. Heather heard loud music coming from the dance club across the street. "Let's go," she said.

We settled into one of the high bar tables with tall chairs that required us to climb in and out of. I watched with renewed excitement as Heather lifted herself into her chair, almost exposing her pussy but showing off a lot of her thigh including her garter straps and stocking tops. I wanted to take a peek under the table to see how far I could see up her dress.

The waitress came over and asked for our drink order. Heather ordered a wine cooler, she was really getting into this stuff, and I had a coke since I was "driving."

Heather still seated in her chair was soon moving to the beat of the music. Heather downed her wine cooler almost as soon as it arrived and then grabbed my hand and said, "Let's dance" as she led me onto the dance floor. 

Heather is actually a fairly good dancer and the wine cooler had help to loosen her up. She was now dancing with no inhibitions; allowing her unencumbered tits to move freely and allowing her dress to float freely and expose her stocking tops and an occasional view of her bare ass. She was no longer a housewife with 2 kids but a wild women looking only to have fun in the moment.

I on the other hand am not a good dancer and I was further handicapped by the raging hard on in my pants.




Heather Rules Ch. 02



Finally a slow dance came and I was able to take my love in my arms and enjoy holding this lovely creature against my body. She was mine and mine only for these few minutes and I was afraid, no I knew this could very well be the last time I would be able to feel this way. 

We stared deep into each others' eyes and kissed tenderly as the music played. I allowed my hands to roam freely along her back and extend down to caress her ass and squeeze her cheeks. My hard on was pressed firmly into her stomach; I was afraid I would shoot my load at any moment. All too soon the music ended and Heather whispered, "I need you now."

Taking my hand she led me to the restrooms. Once there she had me to go into the men's room and make sure the coast was clear before she entered. Once inside she jumped into my arms and kissed me snaking her tongue into my mouth and fucking my mouth with it. 

"This is so hot!" Heather exclaimed. As we entered a stall.

My pants were unzipped and down in short order and I was quickly seated on the porcelain throne with my dick sticking straight up in the air awaiting the slippery confines of my true loves canal. Not having panties Heather was able to quickly straddle my legs and impale herself on me in one swift thrust that almost took my breath away. 

She pulled the top of her dress down and exposed her breasts to my lustful gaze and to allow me to squeeze, suck and kiss. She began to move hard and fast up and down on my cock milking it with her cunt muscles like I had never felt before. I was being fucked; nothing less. 

There was nothing for me to do but to enjoy Heather fucking me. Up and down up and down harder and harder, sweating, panting nothing but blinding pleasure and lust until I could not hold out any longer and I shot spurt after spurt of seedless cum into my beautiful Heather. 

Heather sensed me shooting off into her and she too went off; her pussy muscles clinching my cock in rhythm to her own orgasmic high. Then before I could get soft, Heather started bucking again. Up and down in and out our mixed love juices now flowing out of her down my cock over my balls to the water below. I DID NOT GET SOFT! I always go soft but I did not go soft. Thrusting. Thrusting. Thrusting. Heather continued to impale herself until once again I felt that familiar feeling at the base of my balls and I shot another load into her pussy. 

As I sat there breathless and panting with my pants down, Heather stood up opened the stall door and with her boobs still exposed began to put herself together again. I stood up and redressed myself pulling my pants on over my now fully deflated penis.  

Having put herself back into a reasonable order, Heather came into the stall I was still standing in and took some toilet paper and cleaned herself between her legs as best she could.

"That'll have to do." She said as she flattened her dress back down and reached up to give me a kiss. "Let's go have some more fun!" She said as she led me from the men's room to the curious stares of a guy we passed on his way in.

We found another high table and ordered another round of wine cooler for her and coke for me.

Almost as soon as Heather had finished her drink, a fortyish looking guy asked her to dance. She looked at me and said, "Later."

Out on the dance floor, Heather continued to dance with her new found freedom. Her inhibitions seemed to only be limited to those physical laws imposed. I watched her dance with her first new partner since me with some anxiety but also with pride from being married to such a beautiful creature. She was his for now but she would always be mine. 

Now the old guy was gone, replace by a younger model. Then he was gone replace by and even younger stud. The wolves were circling waiting for the chance to pounce on the prey; wondering who would be first.

I ordered another wine cooler for her because I knew she would be thirsty after her exertions on the dance floor. As a slow song started, a very red and flushed looking Heather climbed back into her chair giving everyone a good look of her leg past her stocking tops and probably some of her hairless pussy. 

She took a gulp of her wine cooler and said, "So Mr. sharing the wife how do you feel about your wifey dancing with all of those pussy hounds? Personally, I'm having fun."

"I can tell." I replied. "And that's what I like most is that you are having fun and knowing that when all is done you will return to only me and be mine always."

"Ah, that's so sweet." Replied Heather.

"I have to go; I have an early day tomorrow. Are you coming with me?" I asked.

Heather looked around and said, "No, I want to stay a while longer and who knows maybe one of these fine looking young gentlemen might get lucky!"

I got out of my chair not sure if I was ready for the consequences of leaving Heather alone and started to hand Heather some money to pay for her drinks but she turned it down saying, "I don't think I'll have any problem getting a guy to buy this girl a drink. Be ready when I get home."

I kissed her and said, "I love you. Be good, but if can't be good be careful. Heather rules."

Heather smiled and winked at me as I turned to go.

When I got back to the room I undressed and cleaned up for sleep. But let's face it; there was no way I could sleep for thinking about Heather across the street. My lamb playing with ravenous wolves.

I picked up the video camera and rewound the tape and hit play. I sat on the bed watching Heather play with her pussy for the first time. I only stroked myself about ten times before I shot my load over my hand. Then as I continued to watch Heather finger herself, building to even higher excitement and I started to get hard again.

Heather had learned to use the camera's remote control and also to see the view finder in the mirror. Somehow even while building to her climax she was able to zoom in and out giving me a close up view of her engorged pussy lips and clit. Harder and harder she rubbed. Deeper and deeper she plunged her fingers. 

I could see the juice leaking from her pussy, I could almost taste and smell that most intoxicating of feminine aromas. She continued to build and build until she could be heard on the tape groaning in release and I was able to see her ejaculate a new fluid from her hole in waves that ran down to her ass crack.

I had managed to not touch myself as I watched with nothing but pure lust. God I wish she were with me right now.

I got up with my hard on wagging as I walked. Inserted a new tape in the camcorder and put it back in position to capture the action on the bed. In my lust filled daze, I turned out the lights and going out on the balcony sat with a very uncomfortable stiff dick pointed to the stars above.

As some point I must have laid down on the bed because the next thing I knew Heather came into the room looking somewhat the worse for wear. It was 1AM. Heather had been at the dance club by herself for three hours.

"Oh good you have it ready," Heather said referring to the camera as she turned it on.

She quickly came up beside the bed shedding her dress as she walked, got on the bed still wearing her garter and stockings, straddled my head and started lowering herself to my waiting mouth and said, "I've got something good for ya."

I couldn't wait for that wonder flood to which I have become addicted. I sucked heartily as her pussy lips made contact with my mouth then...

"It's only you, silly." Heather said having seen the surprised look in my eyes. "This time!"

Then she began rubbing in earnest. She rode my face hard. Back and forth from clit to asshole and back, again and again. She would stop sometimes for me to suck on her clit, other times to tongue her pussy and then she stop with her asshole at my mouth. I knew what she wanted and timidly at first I stuck my tongue out to touch her puckered opening, then I was rimming then I was pushing my tongue into this new orifice. Heather resumed her hard ride of my face. I was there only to pleasure her. 

As for me as was in heaven. I was able to savor the sweet elixir pouring from the mouth of the opening that had given me so much pleasure the past ten years. Sucking on her clit and finally stimulating her last unexplored opening with my oral ministrations.

Then the movements changed, Heather was reaching the final stretch as she headed to her orgasm. And then, tensing, the sensation of every nerving ending in her body exploding in pleasure over and over. 

I was rewarded again with the different tasting fluid spurting from Heather's fountain. God, I love this stuff.

Without missing a beat, Heather moved down my body, grabbed my dick and positioning it at her opening stabbed herself with it. And then riding me again for the second third time tonight she moved up and down on my staff. 

Heather suddenly stopped and got off of me.

"Get up, "she commanded.

I did as ordered. Heather grabbed me by the cock with one hand and grabbed the camcorder with the other. Using my cock as a leach, she led me to the balcony. Once there she put the camcorder on the ground with the lens pointing up, and then bending at the waist she grabbed the balcony railing and spread her legs wide, she said, "fuck me doggy style." 

This was new ground for us. She had never let me do it this way before because "only whores and sluts do it this way."

I moved in behind her and positioned myself at her hole and then thrust my cock into her cunt in one swift hard thrust. Then I realized why the camcorder was positioned that way, she wanted to catch the action from below of me fucking her pussy.

I began to fuck her as hard as I could. Pushing in hard and then pulling almost all of the way out, her pussy was making sucking sounds as I did. In and out of her I went; our bodies making slapping sounds as I bottomed out, my balls bouncing off her pubis at the same time.

All too soon I shot my load into Heather's love canal. She then sat on the floor of the balcony spread her legs and had me take a close up video of her bald, well fucked pussy. She then got up and stumbled to the bathroom to get ready for bed. As she went about her preparations she told me about what happened after I left her.

"Once you were gone," Heather related "I was set upon by these two guys, David and Joe. They claimed me as their own and then we claimed a corner booth. They each took turns dancing with me and buying me whatever I wanted. I stuck with the light stuff even though they wanted me to do the hard stuff. I knew if I started that I would not be able to keep control. And since Heather rules, I am keeping control. 

Anyway, after Midnight each of the guys started being more aggressive as we danced. Then when we got to a slow dance; the lights dimmed to almost complete darkness, I could only see my partner's face and none of the other couples.

I was dancing with David; his hands started roaming, eventually reaching my ass. At first I tried to push them back up where they belonged but then I gave up and let him keep them on my ass. Which, of course, he started squeezing. Being squeezed like that pulled me against him so tightly I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my stomach. He was using me to masturbate himself right there on the dance floor!

Then he bent his face down and kissed me gently on the lips, only the second man to do so in my entire life. I was now in a trance captivated by the romantic music and my own arousal. 

Next I felt the cloth covering my ass being moved until David was fondling my bare ass. He also ran his finger down my crack and touched my ass hole. Somehow he had managed to wet his finger because he started make small circles with his lubricated finger. Next I felt him slip the tip of his finger into the opening which made me have to stifle a yip.

That song ended and another slow song started; I guessed the rest of the night would be slow songs till the club closed.

David and I continued dancing as he also continued fingering and squeezing my ass when another person came up behind me. It was Joe. I became a sandwich as David removed his hands and Joe took his position behind me nestling his hard on in my bare ass crack and he too began to use me to masturbate. There I was on the dance floor; sandwiched between two guys using me to stimulate themselves. 

Next, the cloth covered cock at my ass moved away for a second before being replaced by a bare cock rubbing my exposed ass crack. Joe had unzipped his fly and pulled his cock through the opening.

Next, hands on my breasts removing the covering to expose them to the world. Joe's hands started working on my bare breasts and then a mouth at my nipple, stimulating me beyond what I had yet experienced.

At my pussy, David's hand worked its way to my cleft.

"I love a hairless pussy," David whispered in my ear as he also nibbled my ear lobe.

Then he was running his finger up and down my slit making me wetter and wetter. As our threesome dance continued on the darkened dance floor.

I felt the cock at my butt move away and the cloth of my dress once again cover my naked ass. Suddenly Joe took my hand and placed it on his cock, only the second man's cock I have ever touched. I understood and I began to rub up and down until I felt it pulse in my hand as he shot his load onto the dance floor.

In the meantime, David, too, had reached the point of no return and pushed my other hand into his pants to hold his bare cock as he emptied his load in his pants. 

I felt I had been raptured. I covered by tits up again and smoothed out my dress as the song ended and the house lights started to come back up. David and Joe were in complete control of me as they started to escort me out of the dance hall into the night to continue our intimate dancing.

Then I started thinking, no this is wrong, I'm married, I have two kids, but I want this, but I don't want this, my husband wants this I think, but what if he doesn't I don't want to lose him, if I don't stop this now I won't be able to stop them once.....

Suddenly, two women, one of whom was very pregnant, appeared out of nowhere, screaming "David" "Joe" "What the hell are you doing here. And where are you going with this slut."

Needless to say the mood was broken and all hell broke loose as David and Joe tried to explain themselves to their wives. The guys kept saying things like "we were only trying to help her" to which could be heard and "what about the wet spot in your pants, it looks like cum to me" then the pregnant woman wiped some from David's pant and took a sniff and yelled, "It is cum, you asshole. " To which David replied, "I was only thinking of you the whole time."

I slipped out as I heard the other woman yell, "Where is that bitch whore I'm going to cut off her tits and shove them down her throat."

I made my way back here, obviously still horny that's why you got so lucky.

We both laughed about what had happened. I sure wish I had been there not only to watch Heather with her two would be lovers but to see the two guys trying to explain their way out of their predicament. 

"I could then be the double crossed husband catching my 'bitch wife' cheating on me again, and with two men at that."

We both had a hearty laugh, cuddled in each other's arms and slipped into a deep sleep until the morning when we would start another day of Heather rules.



Heather Rules Ch. 03



Sitting in a chair in warehouse that has been made into a studio for making porn movies, I stare wild eyed at the scene in front of me. I sit naked from the waist down with my hard on firmly in my hand. Below me is a pool of semen I have previously expelled from my penis, and yet I am still erect.

There are five cameras with five black men behind them focusing on different angles of the scene in front to them. There is also a big bald black guy in a lift chair who is directing the action.

In front of the cameras, I count 5, 6,7..10 naked black guys each wielding a huge erect dong; none are shorter than 8 inches surrounds a bed. Light illuminates the bed so every small detail of the action is visible. 

On the bed a black guy facing up; the pale white legs of a woman facing down straddling the black guy; her pale hairless pussy stuffed full from his huge black cock. Behind the women another black man with his long black cock slamming in and out of the woman's asshole. A girl sandwich; double penetrated by the two ebony cocks that impale her pussy and asshole.

As my lust crazed gaze follows the woman's body up, I see the man on the bottom is supporting the woman by holding her up with his hands squeezing her breasts hard. Tit flesh sticks out from between his fingers from the weight of her body and by his strong grip on her tits.

Following the woman's arms to her hands, she has a long black cock in each hand doing her best to rub each as the cock in her ass moves in and out at a steady beat. Her hands are not big enough to fully circle theirs rods.

Finally, I see the woman's face. I black guy has a hand full of her red hair as he furiously fucks himself in and out of the woman's mouth. Heather's red hair is matted with sweat and drying cum.

I am almost crazy with excitement as I watch Heather staring in an interracial; air tight, gang bang porn film.

A well dressed black woman comes up beside me and says, "Your ho wife is going to make us a million bucks on this one. Those guys are really into it; they always love them pale redhead Midwestern white housewives."

Then circling my dick with one of her hands she says, "I see you've been enjoying yourself, too."

Soon the guy fucking her face pulls out and grabs his long dark cock and rubbing it aims it at Heather's open mouth. Heather's eyes stare at the dark pole in front of her as it suddenly shoots its white goo into Heather's waiting mouth. She let the semen pool in her mouth as she swirled it around with her tongue. One of the cameras zoomed in to get a close-up of the black guy's seed in her mouth. Some of the semen had hit Heather in the face and it hangs from her eyelashes in a long thick string. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed it down in a giant gulp as we watched it move down her throat. 

Reopening her mouth the guy reinserted his cock for her to clean. 

As this was going on the guy in her ass suddenly stiffened and I watched the muscles in his loins release and contract as he emptied his balls into her rectum.

Almost at the same time the guy in her pussy did the same thing depositing his potent fluid deep into the entrance of her womb. Two more cameras, one focused on her pussy and the other focused on her anus zoomed in to capture the guys withdraw their long black hoses from her ass and pussy. 

Heather's ass and pussy gaped open lewdly as the cameras captured the images forever. The lighting was perfect for the cameras to see deep into her cavities; her cervix was clearly visible in her vagina and show the huge loads that had been shot into her moments earlier.

The black woman was holding my penis tightly and digging her long fingernails into the flesh. I hardly noticed because I was too caught up in the action in front of me. The black women said, "Honey, you must really love yo woman 'cause you're going to need a fire hose to clean her up."

As this was happening, the black guys in Heather's right and left hand erupted. The other cameras zoomed in to capture the eruptions as the guys sent streams of semen over Heather's hands. One camera specifically recording the flow as it oozed its way down Heather's left hand to cover the wedding ring I had given her ten years earlier. 

Each of the guys took a turn at having Heather clean their black rods with her mouth except for the guy who had been in her pussy. Being on the bottom he had to wait for Heather to slide down his body. Taking her cum covered left hand she grasped his deflating pole and cleaned him off. The cameras were focused on the cum leaking from Heather's holes but a special close up was made of Heather's left hand with its cum encrusted wedding band holding the black cock as she licked it clean.

The guy moved off the bed and a new black guy with a foot long dick took his place. Heather then straddled this new entrant and slowly impaled herself on the new unused cock. That is when I noticed a new tramp stamp tattoo across Heather's lower back that read, "A LOAD IN EVERY HOLE."

New participant were moving from the circle of guys....

I woke up with a start and a wet spot on the bed where I had been sleeping. Where was I? What was happening? A dream? My god it had seemed so real.

Oh yea, hotel room, California, class. What day is it? Tuesday yea Tuesday only our second full day here and we had already fulfilled more fantasies than we had in our lives until now.

I heard snoring and looked over at the vision soundly sleeping beside me. I have always loved Heather's red hair but today it seemed to glow especially bright. I took a moment to study her face, her ears, her eyes, her nose and her mouth. In a way it was like I was seeing them, appreciating them, her, for the first time. 

Heather was covered only with a sheet as she lay on her back in deep slumber. I wonder? I slowly began to lower the sheet first revealing her shoulders with their spattering of freckles. Lower and lower I moved the sheet until Heather's bare breast's came into view. I have always loved looking at breasts with their many shapes and sizes and the sight of nipples drives me insane. 

I took time to study the lily white orbs in front of me. They had been the size of tennis balls when we first married. The nipples and areola were much smaller and paler then; the flesh much firmer and they rode high on her chest almost to her throat.  

Now they were the size of soft balls; hanging lower and the nipples and areola are bigger and pinker. The flesh is not as firm. All of this the result of passing time and the two pregnancies we had shared together. 

I reached out and lightly caressed her left boob. Reveling in the feel of the exquisite flesh that was normally hidden from view, I closely examined each nipple and the areolas that surrounded them. I was memorizing every bump and crease. What's this? A few untrimmed hairs grew from the edges of her areola, strange how I had never noticed them before. I'm sure she will remove them in the shower today.

Following my urges, I reached out and pinched her right nipple, causing her to stir slightly. She had had an exciting evening and we had gone to bed late and then the wine coolers had slipped her into an extra deep sleep.

I worked the sheet down over her stomach; revealing her navel. I took a moment to study her innie.

Lower and lower I moved the sheet hoping not to wake my angel, my love.

I completely removed the sheet from her body so I could completely revel in her nakedness. We never slept in the nude at home we always had to keep ourselves covered because of the kids and the cold. Here, though, there was no one to interrupt and the temperature was perfect for me to explore the beautiful product of God's creation lying naked and unashamed before me.

My gaze fell on the area between her legs at the area that just a few short hours ago had been covered in a thick bush of red hair. Now I was able to see her mature features inside of what looked like the vulva of a young girl. 

There just on the edge of her outer lips was the cutest little freckle. The hair removal had revealed it to the world for the first time since Heather had matured into the goddess she is today.

For the first time in my life I was allowed unlimited access to closely examine the parts of her anatomy that have given me so much pleasure over the years.

I spread her legs as much as I dared and I moved close to examine her womanly flesh. I followed the valley of her cleft from top to bottom and back. Inside were the two inner lips that ran from her vagina to merge at the top and cover her clitoris. Pictures could never capture the lovely rippling and deep pink color of her labia. I should never have been looking at the porn pictures when something this wonderful was waiting for me.

Remembering the camcorder, I proceeded to video the scene I had just rehearsed. Recording in detail the topography of Heather's body for all eternity. I will treasure this tape till I die. I definitely will have to transfer it to a DVD maybe convert it to an MPEG and....

Breaking from my trance I remembered I was here for a reason other than to lust after my wife.

I dressed quickly and giving my sleeping Heather a good bye kiss I was out of the door.

I will not bore you with the other details of my day other than to say I racked my brain and finally remembered some more of the details of the story from which Heather had based Heather rules. Hmmm maybe I can use them tonight.

Returning from my wonderful day of learning program forms, I enter our room already hard, wondering what adventure Heather had dreamed up for us tonight. "Hello gorgeous," I said as I caught sight of the most beautiful woman in the world.

I caught a glimpse of the back of Heather sitting in a chair on the balcony; from the way her legs were spread it was obvious she was exposing all of the inner folds of her pussy to the world.

Heather rose and her alabaster form made its way into the room with a slow sensual gait that left me breathless with anticipation. Heather's naked body moved to me and our lips met with a deep kiss, our tongues dancing with one another, as I pulled Heather's body tight to mine; mashing her breasts hard into my chest. God, I love the feel of my woman's breasts.

Breaking our kiss and separating from me slightly Heather let her hand drift down the front of my body until it came to rest on the bulge in the front of my pants. My mind thought back to the one time when we were dating I had managed to get Heather to squeeze my erection as we made out in my car.

Heather spoke saying, "Someone's got a nice, big, juicy present waiting for me to unwrap."

With that said, Heather dropped to her knees and quickly released my belt and unzipped my fly and dropped my pants. Released from its confines, my hard-on bounced against Heather's face. And then, Heather kissed it! And kissed it, again! And Again!

Heather had steadfastly refused to touch any part of my genitalia with her mouth and now she was on her knees kissing my engorged penis. 

As I was trying to come to grips with this new concession from my lover, Heather stunned me again as she took the glans into her mouth and started to lick the bulbous head; thoroughly wetting the head with her saliva. She followed this by licking and sucking her way down each side if my hard staff.

Her hands had been alternately squeezing and pulling my balls driving me crazy from the pain/pleasure sensation I love so much. She increased this feeling when she, still stroking my penis with her hands, took my left ball into her mouth and sucked on it. With my ball still in her mouth, she gently began to bite down on the flesh trapped in her mouth. A whole new level of pleasure mixed with pain shot through my body.

Finishing with my left ball she did the same with the right. 

I was reaching the point of no return all too quickly. Heather sensed this and with her right hand she squeezed my cock right below the glans causing the urge to subside.

Licking her way back up my cock she stopped to lick the precum from the slit of my penis.

"This really is tasty," She declared.

Slipping the head in her mouth, she started to suck in earnest. Next she started to work more and more of my cock into her mouth and till she hit the back of her throat and gagged; spitting my cock out of her mouth.

"Are you OK?" I asked as she coughed trying to regain control.

"I'm fine, just went too far too fast," Heather replied as she took a new grip on my pole and reinserted it into her mouth. Ever so slowly she resumed sucking more of my hard-on into her mouth. Slowly ever so slowly she eased me deeper into her mouth until at last my pubic hair tickled her nose. 

If I had died and gone to heaven right then and there I could not have been happier. I had never felt anything like this in my Heather sucking my cock and squeezing and massaging the hell out of my balls. 

"Heather, I'm about to cum and you won't be able to stop it!" I announced. 

But rather than remove me from her mouth, she continued to suck. "I'm cumming," I groaned as I began to shoot jet after jet of my semen into my true loves hungry mouth.

Finishing up, Heather sucked me clean and my dick fell limp.

Heather took her finger and wiped some of the left over cum that had leaked from her mouth and sucked her finger into her mouth to clean the cum from it.

"That's a really tasty snack," Heather declared. "But I'm hungry so let's order room service. Don't forget to order some wine."

I stood there trying to recompose myself, reveling in the afterglow of Heather's oral ministrations and not knowing what to do next.

"What's the matter, dear," Heather queried. 

"Nothing," I replied hoarsely as I snapped out of my trance.

Heather slipped back onto the balcony and sat down in the chair she had been in earlier as I ordered our food and Heather's wine. I joined her on the balcony; her naked I clothed. 

Heather sat with her butt on the front of the seat and her legs spread and propped on the railing in front of us. Heather's arms were behind her head thrusting her breasts up and forward in a way that drives me to distraction. Luckily I had remembered the camera and I took couple of dozen pictures of my nude goddess sitting in repose.

"I just wish I had a video of earlier," I stated as I took my pictures.

"Oh, but we do." Heather replied.

Damn that girl was getting good at documenting our action. How did she do that I never even saw her turn the thing on. I bet these are some vacation videos our friends would want to see, well our male friends anyway.

I imagined in my head, do you want to see the videos of our trip to California? Of course our friends would answer, no, that's ok we need to go anyway.

"So, how was your day and the stripper class, my clothes less beauty?" I inquired.

"I'm not going to tell you about my exotic dancing class now, that's my secret but I did have an interesting day." Heather said.

"After my dance class, which was first thing this morning, I had another work session with Brian. Brian really put me through a workout in more ways than one. 

After that I showered at the club. I loved the feeling of standing nude in an almost public place and letting the warm water cascade all over my body. I have never felt so alive. I feel like I am beginning to sense every nerve ending in my body in a sensual, sexual way. My pussy comes alive with the slightest touch. "

Heather was diddling with her pussy as she talked, gently gliding her finger through her crease.

Heather continued, "After I dried off, I changed into a white halter top, yes no bra, and white shorts, sans panties. Anyone who looked closely enough could clearly see my nipples and cleft. 

I left the exercise club and went to the patio restaurant for lunch. As I was eating, a guy in a business suit asked to join me and I said sure. He introduced himself as David Pepper as he sat and pulled his chair very close next to mine. It struck me as odd that he did not remove or unbutton his suit coat as we ate. He said he was from Topeka and that he was here on business and that he sure wished he could find someone for a good time. He wasn't bad looking and he was very well built.

I kind of took this as a clue and I began to tease him mercilessly. I touched my hair and my chest and I crossed and uncrossed my legs repeatedly. I laughed heartily allowing my braless tits to bounce wildly.

He finally said "so do you think we could arrange a date?'

I don't know what are you offering I replied?

David reached into his suit coat pocket and pulled out a roll some cash and started handing it to me as he said, 'how about $500 for an around the world?'

Having read the internet stories, I knew what he meant, and I immediately said why David I'm not that kind of girl. Why would you think I would sell my body like that?

David replied, 'I'm glad you said that because you see I'm Lieutenant David Pepper with the Vice Squad.

What, I said.

'Yes, I'm a vice cop.' David said as he unbuttoned his coat to show me his ID and badge. 'The bar manager noticed you attracting a swarm of male attention last night and then the last guy you were with handed you money before you two left the bar and he reported it to me. If you had taken the money you would be under arrest now for prostitution but fortunately you didn't.'

Wow, was all I could think to say.

David then said, 'I guess I'll be going.'

Stay and finish your lunch.

He stayed and we talked about all kinds of illicit activities he has seen. It was fascinating all of the war stories he told. He talked about the same thing Brittney did that a couple of times a week these housewives from the Midwest will at their husbands urging try to live out the stories they read about on the internet. 

At some point these women and their husbands will want to live out the fantasy of selling their bodies for sex. I can spot them a mile away. He said he was surprised I hadn't taken the bait

I guess your timing just wasn't right, this time, I told him with a wink. Maybe next time, when you're not on duty I told him jokingly.

'I guess not,' said David.

Of course after these women take the money, he has to arrest them. The women will plead with him and promise him all kinds of things if he would let them go, but when he is on duty they are going to be arrested. Had I taken the money I would have been arrested too.

He knew I had to be one of them because there was no way I normally dressed and behaved this way.

After he finished his lunch he was about to leave when I leaned over and kissed him on his cheek leaving a lipstick print.

After that I went and bought a book, drawing glares of disapproval from the women I met and lustful stares from the men. I also spoke to Tom while I was in the store. He apologized again for being so forward and told him that it was ok and not to give up so easy. I stood close facing him and ran my hand up and down his chest and then I pretended to straighten his tie.

Tom gave me a knowing smile and I watched his gaze as his eyes devoured my body. 

'I may have another try before I leave at that' Tom said as I left."

There was a knock at the door, our food was here. I answered the door as Heather remained on the balcony. Our waiter, a good looking kid named Chad maybe a minute older than 18, brought our food and Heather's wine in and set it on the table. 

I escorted him to the door and as I was tipping him I saw him get wide eyed with a big grin on his face as he tried to look past me. Closing the door I found out why. My naked Heather had entered from the balcony and he had had enough time to catch a good look at her bare breasts and bald pussy before the door closed.

Heather looked at me innocently and said, "What?"

"Oh I don't know if it's a good idea to give the hired help that good of a view." I replied.




Heather Rules Ch. 03



"Not to worry, I bet he sees naked women and girls all of the time, besides he's just a boy probably good for him to see a more mature woman from time to time." Heather said. "Why don't you get comfortable too? You seem awfully over dressed."

Removing my clothes revealed a sizeable hard-on that stood out proudly from my body.

"Somebody likes his wifey displaying herself to other men and boys." Heather remarked.

I kind of blushed and sat down to eat without saying anything.

"So, how was your special class?" I inquired.

"Great!" Heather replied. "But you'll have to wait until a later date to hear about it. It would spoil the surprise."

We ate the rest of our meal making other comments and playfully grabbing and fondling each other. It was like we were teenagers just discovering each other again. Heather drank her wine, but I just don't like the taste or the smell, so I had tea.

After we finished, Heather took the tray and placed it in the hall as I photographed her. To my surprise, Heather took the wine bottle, stood it upright, squatted over the mouth and then slowly impaled her pussy with it. I took picture after picture of Heather fucking herself with the wine bottle not really thinking about the fact that we could both have been caught in the hall naked by any passerby.

We both laughed uncontrollably as we returned to our room. I asked Heather what she wanted to do and she said she wanted to take it easy tonight and take a walk along the beach.

Heather put on her unlined bikini bottom which tied on the sides, no top and then her netted beach cover. This displayed her breasts and nipples if you looked close enough at her otherwise you would think she was covered. I smiled thinking about how freely Heather was displaying herself now. I pulled on my swim trunks and t-shirt and we left the room for the beach.

Walking through the hotel lobby was fun; none of the women noticed but almost all of the men did, as we exited the hotel and onto the beach.

After we had walked a short distance, Heather reached under her cover up and pulled one of the side strings of her bikini. The bikini slid down her legs and onto the sand below. 

As she picked up the bikini bottom she said, "That's much better, here put this in your pocket."

The little bits of cloth slipped easily into my swim trunks pocket.

We continued our walk with our arms around each other allowing me to grope Heather's right breast freely. Coming to a rocky area and finding a spot that was somewhat secluded Heather removed her beach cover and getting on all fours said, "Fuck me."

I immediately shed my trunks and positioning myself behind her; pushing myself in with one thrust. Having the back view of Heather's charms I felt no need to be gentle so I began to slam into Heather without mercy. 

In and out I went reveling in Heather's slickness in and out, in and out, harder and harder. Heather rocked with the power of my thrusts, our bodies made slapping sounds as I bottomed in and sucking sounds as I pulled out. Heather was being very vocal muttering fuck me harder fuck me harder. I all too quickly reached the place of no return and shot my balls into Heather's pussy.

Suddenly Heather said, "Lie down."

I did as I was told and Heather surprised me by straddling my head and lowering herself to my face. Having read and been turned on by the stories, I knew what she wanted and I felt a mixture of sickness and excitement.

"Eat me!" Heather declared.

Slowly she lowered her pussy to my mouth, I had never imagined that I would one day be faced with eating a cream pie from Heather's pussy but now one was on its way. At least it was mine. I felt Heather's overheated labia make contact with my mouth and tentatively eased my tongue into her folds and had the first taste of our combined fluids. 

It tasted different than when it was just her, but not bad. There was a more earthy smell and the taste was tarter, maybe saltier. I willed myself to lick harder; probing deeper into the slick inner region of Heather's slit. Finally I was licking harder and harder. Heather realizing I had accepted my fate and began to ride my face. Slowly at first but then harder and harder until I no longer mattered. Heather was in total control rubbing herself on my face back and forth.

At some point all of my cum must have flowed out of her because the flavored changed back to only be Heather. On and on she went having me lick from asshole to clit and back. Occasionally she would stop for me to lick and probe her asshole or her pussy or have me suck her clit.

Suddenly, Heather stiffened and said "Oh Larry" as her orgasm overcame her. Then the other tasting fluid pulsed from her pussy which I lapped up greedily.

We were both sitting in the sand trying to catch our breath as Heather declared, "that was fun." Then she gave me a big tongue kiss.

As I put my trunks back on Heather slipped her beach cover on over her head and said, "Let's head back, I'm tired and I really need to rest for the rest of our trip.

Only after we were in the elevator did I realize the Heather had not put her bottoms back on. This would have exposed an ample amount of Heather's butt cheeks and the bottom of her pussy to anyone looking.

Exiting the elevator, I hung back to admire the view and record digital images as Heather made her way to the room.

Knowing what I was doing Heather accentuated her movements to further tease me. She flipped the back of the beach cover up to give me a full moon.

Stopping, Heather turned to face me and slowly, seductively removed the material covering her body. First her slit came into view, then her stomach, then her enticing breasts and finally her beautiful face framed in her red hair.

Heather posed for me until we heard the elevator ding and we had to run to get to our room.

I am sure the people exiting the elevator wondered what all the commotion and laughter was about as we quickly disappeared from view.

Once back in the room, we fell into each other arms and had a deep kiss.

"I love you," I said.

"I know," she replied slyly.

We showered to remove any sand left from our excursion, and after drying ourselves we snuggled and began to kiss the way lovers do. Slow dancing our way to the bed.

I rolled Heather on her stomach and began to nibble her ear lobes and massage her back with my right hand. Rubbing her shoulders first and then moving down her bare back to caress and squeeze each of her butt cheeks.

Heather began to stir making gentle mewing sounds, lifting her butt up to meet my hand.

I began to kiss and lick my way down Heather's back. Slowly ever so slowly I moved down her body. Rising I straddled her chest and continued to kiss and lick the lower part of her body until I finally reached her crack. 

Pausing for a second to examine the prize before me and stuck out my tongue and began to lick from the top of her crack into the valley below. I found a strange dimple inside and tongued it.

Heather squirmed beneath and said stop that tickles.

I continued to kiss and use my tongue to pleasure my love. I finally reached the puckered area that for so long had been forbidden territory. The hole was dry, not like the love tunnel which with Heather lying on her stomach lay just below. 

I willed my mouth to provide more wetness and I began to moisten Heather's ass hole. At first, I licked up and down, wanting to lubricate the area before I pursued more extreme contact.

Round and round I moved by tongue as I rimmed the outside of the puckered hole. 

For her part, Heather tilted her pelvis up to provide me with easier access.

I kneaded Heather's butt cheeks as I opened her crack wider for my further oral stimulation.

Steeling my nerves, I straightened my tongue and then plunged it as far as I could into middle, grateful that we had just thoroughly cleaned each other. We each shivered from the excitement, her from pleasure me from the breaking of yet another barrier.

Streaks of precum coated Heather's back from where my hard dick made contact.

Heather then rolled over onto her back, exposing her engorged pussy to my viewing pleasure. Her lips were bright pink and slick with wetness.

I was in heaven again as I once again dipped my face and dove into the waiting folds to taste the female elixir that flowed from my lover's canal. 

God, I love the taste and smell of Heather's pussy.

I licked and sucked and licked and sucked savoring every drop of the love potion I could find. Heather's breathing was becoming ragged as she moved closer and closer to the edge. She thrust her hips up and down to match my efforts.

On and on I used my mouth to pleasure the goddess beneath me. I was lost in pure lust, I do not have the word to describe the feelings I had as I used my tongue and mouth to taste and explore Heather's clit, labia, pussy and asshole.

As Heather reached her orgasm, she reached and grabbed my cock and sucked deep into her mouth. The feeling was electric as she screamed her pleasure using my dick as a gag. 

As excited as I was I could hold back as I immediately began I was blinded with excitement as I ejaculated into Heather's hungry mouth.

Expended, I collapsed in a heap and cuddled with Heather.

"I love you."

"I love you, too"

Heather drifted in to a deep sleep and started snoring.

My mind filled with thoughts of Heather dancing in the contest. Men stared lustfully at my naked wife as she entertained them with her womanly charms.

Then my mind visualized Heather being fucked by another man, for some reason it was the bus boy, Chad. I was watching as he plunged his cock in and out of Heather's fuck hole. Chad's lean youthful body was straining from his efforts. Suddenly he stiffened as he emptied his seed into my wife who was having her own orgasm.

The sickening feelings were fading; being replaced by desire and lust. I no longer wondered if I wanted this, the question was when and with whom. 

And then with an overly hard cock I too drifted to sleep.

As for the class, Heather filled me in later.

"I arrived at the class at 9AM sharp. Carol came in followed by 4 other girls and then Brittney walked in. All of us were in skimpy outfits. The blinds on the room were closed so no one could see in. 

Brittney said, 'girls I want you to pair up and then strip each other.'

'What,' we exclaimed, 'we're not lesbians.'

'This has nothing to do with being lesbians; although you might try it you might like it. No, you girls all want to try the wild wife stuff while you are in California. I want you to have the best experience possible. 

If you and your husbands don't have fun you will not tell people how much you like it and I will not get any referrals. I need you to loosen you inhibitions and also become more aware of the feelings in your body and how easily and quickly you can turn on.

I was paired with Carol and I turned for her to untie the top string of my halter causing the cloth to fall away from my boobs. I reached and remove Carol's top returning the favor.

Ok girls now I want you to go around the room and feel each other's boobs and I mean really feel them. Get to know their weight and texture admire their curves and appearance. If you are receiving glory in the touch of the other, recognize as the finger pass from nerve ending to nerve ending. Experience only pleasure as women are meant to experience pleasure.

We did as were instructed and while I did not care for touching other women's boobs; the receiving part was grand and I allowed the pleasure of the other's touch to control me. Soon even air movements brought a pleasure response.

'Now the bottoms ladies.' My shorts were removed and Heather commented, 'no panties and a hairless pussy, somebody is getting into this wild wife stuff. 

'Heather lie down and spread you r legs. The rest of you take turns admiring Heather's pussy then the others; compare one with the others. Again apply it to only you and enhance your own pleasure. 

Your men may think this is about them but this is really about you and only you. You will control them; they will be yours to pleasure you.

I want you wet and excited before we begin. I want to see parted pussy lips protruding from their hiding places. 

Men are idiots, show them some tit or ass and they are yours. The power is yours, use it ladies.

Enough for today, now some stretching exercises.

Some of the girls started to pull their pants back on but Brittney said 'no' we work in the nude in this class. We may open the blinds before this class is through. Stay with me and you will learn new levels of pleasure you didn't know existed.

And work us Brittney did. I did things I never knew my body could do. And I was learning to give into the pleasure.

Frankly my pussy was smokin'. I left my wetness everywhere my bare pussy touched. The room was filled with the smell of fresh hot pussy.

We took a break after an hour and Brittney asked, 'Any of you girls sucked your man's cock?

No one?

I thought so, no wonder your man's been looking at those sites and not paying attention to you. You have to suck your man's cock and if you really want to drive him wild swallow his cum.' Eeew could be heard around the room.

'You let him eat your pussy don't you and you like it don't you?'

We all nodded our agreement.

'Ladies suck his cock and eat his cum and he will be yours exclusively forever. You won't have to look for him he'll be standing waiting for you mouth to open and then he will service you like a stallion.

I don't any of you to lose your man but think, if you follow through with living out these stories; if you start fucking other men this week. How will he feel? Will he accept you when you come back? Don't you want to come back and be accepted by your man? 

You are going to have to keep him under your spell make him want you and no one else. I don't want any of you going home with a ruined marriage. Listen to me, follow my directions and your man will want only you no matter how many men you have!'

We started back at of training as I pondered her words and well you know the result. I had a protein snack when you came to the room.



Heather Rules Ch. 04



Wednesday, hump day. At least that was what I was counting on. 

I awoke to the pleasant sensation of something wet around my stiff cock and to a vacuum alternately contracting and releasing me from its grip. I was both shocked and surprised at the new oral attention being paid to penis.

"Oh did I wake you?" said Heather. "I was hoping I would finish before you woke up."

Heather eased her body up until she was face to face with me mashing her breasts into my chest she gave me a big kiss. Then another and another then our tongues snaked together as my mind cleared and became filled with lust for this beautiful creature called Heather. Then taking my hand she pulled me from the bed and led me to the balcony to greet the new day.

Standing behind her I pressed my body into hers and wedged my cock between her butt cheeks, dry humping her ass crack. Reaching around her I grasped her tits one in each hand and began groping them for all I was worth. I love the feel and the look of my wife's bare tits. I love to take both of her firm tits in my hands and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze. I love to pinch her nipples as they stand out from her breasts like pencil erasers. 

I started to nibble Heather's left ear lobe and a "mmmmmm" escaped her lips. Heather's breathing was becoming rough and ragged and she wiggled her butt against by penis.

I continued my oral stimulation of Heather's ear lobe and neck as she became more vocal and frantic in her movements.

She leaned forward bending at the waist and grasped the handrail breaking my contact with her neck. Spreading her legs she reached between her legs; grasped my penis and guided me into her dripping pussy. 

Once again I slipped into the steamy slick confines for her love tunnel. I moved in and out of her steaming pussy at a slow steady pace. I could tell from her movements that she wanted me to fuck her harder but I was determined to take my time trying to keep her on edge and building to the explosion she so desperately craved.

I began to pick up my pace; driving harder and harder and harder. Heather began to move back and forth trying to meet my movements. Her well lubricated pussy held tight against my cock.

Heather was panting and groaning; she reached back with her right hand to massage her right breast. To my surprise, she pulled it to her mouth to suck and bite her nipple.

Beads of sweat formed on each of us as we continued to breathlessly drive ourselves. 

Suddenly Heather's body stiffened and "aaaaaaaaaa, aaaaaaaaaaaa,aaaaaaaaaaa" could be heard between her gasps for breath. The walls of her vagina tighten around my stiff member trying to hold me in place. Her entire body shook from the force of her orgasm.

I, too, stiffened against my true love's back and I thrust myself even deeper as I shot stream after stream of hot cum into the back of her pussy. I could feel her cervix rub the top of my penis in time to the contractions of her vagina and the thrusts of my cock.

I stood breathless behind her holding myself in her; hoping desperately to keep myself stiff and continue our copulation. Alas, all too soon, my cock gradually deflated until I slipped out of her burning hot, sloppy wet pussy.

Heather straightened up and turned to face me; her hair was wet with sweat and her eyes were wide and wild. She cupped my spent cock and balls in her right hand. She leaned into me and gave a long hard kiss, our tongues dancing together. 

To my surprise, Heather then eased her way down my body and slipped my flaccid cock in her mouth and cleaned our combined juices.

Once she was satisfied with her efforts she got up and said, "I'm hungry. Order us some breakfast."

After placing the order, I prepared myself to meet the new day; more classes and learning. Heather remained on the balcony watching the sun brighten the world around us. I wonder if anyone has seen us or Heather.

I was already dressed as the waitress, a Hispanic woman in her 50's, brought our order into our room. Heather did not make an entrance this time so I went on the balcony to get her. 

She was leaning on the rail again with her legs spread; her pussy lips were lasciviously displayed, framed within her heart shaped ass, glowed cherry red in contrast to the lily white of her skin. On the concrete floor, a small wet spot had formed as our mixed fluids had dripped from her pussy. I will never look at stains on a concrete patio or balcony the same.

Using the digital camera, I took image after image of her engorged sex. I was even able to catch close up images of the drops of fluid leaking from her vagina, slip down her lips, collect and cling to her clit before dropping to splash on the floor below. My mouth watering from the memory of the savory flavor of that intoxicating elixir that only Heather could create.

Heather looked back with a sly grin that said I have you under my complete control; you are mine to do with as I please. And she was right.

Referring to the wet spot, Heather said, "I think that is so cool, I wonder if it will leave a stain?"

I thought how weird it is to have been married to a woman for ten years, who rarely would allow me to see her nude much less have sex with her in an open place or from behind, and yet now she did not seem to care who saw what. God I love this woman.

I escorted Heather into the room and we laughed and joked like kids as we ate our breakfast.

"Do you think you'll see Tom today?" I asked.

"I don't know, maybe, why do you ask?"Heather replied.

"Well, just thinking, if you let him hold your hand I would give you a $1 and $5 for a kiss." I replied with a catch in my throat as my mouth suddenly went dry. Was I actually saying this? Why was I saying this? Was I prepared for the consequences? My head was spinning from excitement and fear.

"Hmmmm," Heather smiled knowingly as she recalled the story she had based Heather rules on. "So, a $1 each time he holds my hand and $5 for each kiss? That just might make it worth my while. I'll think about it."

We finished our breakfast mostly in silence as we reflected on my solicitation. With a deep hard kiss, no tongue, and an "I love you" I was out the door to continue my education and contemplate the consequences of my words.

Obviously I have lost my mind. My earlier misgivings were giving way to a craving for more. I was living my fantasies of Heather breaking the norms, giving into a crazed lust filled thirst for adventure. 

I spent the day concentrating as best as I could but my thoughts kept drifting to what Heather might be doing. Will she meet up with Tom again? Will she let him hold her hand? Her shoulder? Her breasts? Kiss? More?

At the end of the day, I arrived to an empty room, no note and no Heather. I was left alone to meditate on what could be happening. I tried to watch the news but my mind kept wandering to thoughts of Heather with Tom. Absentmindedly I reached into my pants and stroked my stiff cock as I visualized my lovely Heather impaled on a strange cock; pushing deeper and deeper into her steamy wet tunnel. I could see her in my mind growing more and more excited as each new thrust increased her level of pleasure.

I was jolted back to reality as the door opened and Heather entered the room. Heather had a gleam in her eye and a wide knowing smile on her face as she said, "I don't have to give you a penny to know what you're thinking. Typical man always thinking with your little head," she added with a laugh.

I was speechless as I did a quick inspection of Heather. 

Heather was wearing a halter dress with a low cut back that exposed a lot of her skin from behind. The skirt came below her knees to about mid calf. The front had a deep V that extended past the bottom of Heather's breasts. While covering her breasts completely, the cloth gave a perfect outline of her tits.

Heather's make up was still in place, although her lip stick was slightly smeared and was missing in places.

I jumped from the bed and went to Heather giving her a big kiss and an "I love you."

"Give me a minute to freshen up and then we'll go to dinner, I'm starved," Heather said as she went to the restroom. Heather untied the straps of her halter and allowed the front to drop exposing her boobs to my hungry eyes. I have always the porn shots of women exposed this way. 

I stood in the bathroom door as Heather, humming to herself, brushed her hair, reapplied her makeup and reassembled clothing. Reaching under her dress, Heather removed the bikini panties encasing her sex and handed them to me. I could not believe how wet they were and I took a sniff to luxuriate in the heavenly aroma.

"I'm going commando again tonight," said Heather.

We left the room hand in hand; making small talk and walked to a nearby restaurant to reconnect after our hours of separation. We were sitting in a booth and I was sitting next to her as close as I could. Funny I could only remember doing that when we were dating.

"I can't believe its Wednesday already." Heather started. "I'm planning to be a very naughty girl tomorrow night, if I go through with participating in the amateur contest. I still have a lot of butterflies and I'm just not sure I'm ready to go on public display. And imagining all of those men wanting me for only one thing. Does my hubby want me to take my clothes off in front of a room full of hormone crazed, lust filled strange men?"

"Yes." I croaked, barely able to make a sound from my dry parched mouth. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I draped my right arm over Heather's shoulder and let my hand slip under her arm; past the gap created by her halter top to fondle her breast's flesh.

"How was class," I asked.

"Great!" Heather replied. "I can't wait for you to see me do my stuff. I bet you can't wait to see ALL the other girls get naked, too."

"I'm only interested in you," I said.

"Oh you're too sweet," Heather added. 

"The other girls are really getting into it. Brittney is the best teacher ever; I'm learning to do things from her I have never imagined. I've lost 5 pounds already and my body is feeling firmer, don't you think?" She took my hand to feel her bicep. 

I wanted to feel other firm parts too but I resisted the urge.

Heather had pulled her compact from her purse and was touching up her makeup when I finally got up the courage to asked, "Did you see Tom today?"

Heather kind of giggled as she smiled and said, "I wondered when you were going to ask me that. Yes, I was sitting by myself at a table having lunch when Tom came up to me and said, 'I'm so sorry for what happened Monday, do you think we can start over?'

Hi, my name is Heather, would care to join me for lunch? I told him.

'I'd love to, my name is Tom.'

We both laughed and Tom had a seat across from me. I told him about us and how you were in training and I was using the alone time to get into shape. He of course said I was in great shape already, the flirt. I told him we had 2 kids and had been married ten years and giving him some of the details of our lives. He said all of the normal meaningless compliments about I didn't look that old and that I couldn't have had any kids, etc. I then asked him about his life.

He told me he and his wife had 2 kids but that she had passed away two years ago. He said he still loved her very much and that there would never be another woman for him. He talked about their life together, the ups and the downs, how he wished he could have treated her better and how hard the days had been until she was gone. Although he wished he could have them back. Mostly he missed the companionship. 

We finished our lunch and talked till 3:00 and Tom asked me if I wanted to go for a drive. He held the door open for me as I sat in his car. Being a two seat sports car required me to move in such a way I was able to give Tom a view of my legs up to the crotch of my panties and I allowed the sides of my halter to expose a good bit of boob, too.

What about sex I asked.

Tom was speechless and kind of blushed. "

With that said, I turned slightly in my seat and still massaging Heather's breast with my right hand, I let my left hand slip under the hem of Heather's dress. Slowly I eased my hand up Heather's leg, passed her knee and rubbing the inside of her thigh between her legs I moved ever higher. 

For her part, still talking, Heather eased forward in her seat and spread her legs wide apart. The table cloth kept others from seeing my exploration but did not hide the growing excitement in Heather's eyes. 

Higher and higher my hand moved in its quest for the prize between Heather's legs. My movements exposed a sizeable amount of Heather's bare thigh to my gaze until finally my hand made contact with her love juice slick labia. Running my finger between the folds, her lips separated and I was able to slip one then two then three fingers into her sopping wet snatch.

"After Tom composed himself," Heather continued, "he said, 'I just haven't had inclination to date, I still deeply love my wife and while I know I don't have to, I have kind of staying true to her memory. Although, I masturbate a lot.'

I gave him a false look of shock and surprise.

'Well, you asked.' Tom countered. 'You see while we were still married I had sort of started looking at porn on the internet. I stopped it during her illness, frankly, I was just too busy. After she passed, I started exploring more and more. I was shocked by all of the sick fucks there are out there and had to learn to avoid that shit. Anyway, I have kind of settled on shared wives' stories as my favorite. '"

I continued to slip my finger in and out of Heather's pussy while using my thumb to stimulate her clit.

Heather suddenly stiffened and gave a stifled "mmmmmm" as her eyes rolled back into her head and her breathing became ragged.

Slumping forward and removing my hands from their places of pleasure Heather said, "I can't believe I just did what I did in a restaurant. God, I'm getting to be so bad."

We both laughed knowing laughs privately cataloging the new experiences we had had during our first three days in California.

Settling down to enjoy the rest of our dinner, Heather continued describing her afternoon with Tom. 

"'At my age most of the women I know are married and the one's that aren't married are just too desperate. So the shared wife thing kind of fit the bill, I guess. Anyway, I never thought I'd actually try to live one out until the other day when I saw you. There you were this gorgeous redhead housewife which ordinarily I would stay away from because I could never forgive myself if I broke up a marriage. Seeing you made me think maybe a real woman is better than and imaginary one and my hand. There was something about you that somehow said 'available.' So, are you?'

Am I what? I said.

'Available?'

I told him maybe in my coy little voice.

Then Tom took my hand, that's $1 by the way.

We drove along the coast hand in hand for awhile, stopped in a rest area to relieve ourselves and continued our drive until we found a secluded place to pull out. 

Once we were parked, we turned and slowly eased toward each other until our lips met in a kiss, then another and another. Then our mouths parted and we let our tongues dance together for a while until he started moving his tongue in and out; fucking my mouth. His hands roamed over my bare back making my body tingle from this new set of hands exploring the large patch of exposed skin.

He reached for the tie of my dress but I stopped him saying 'not here, not now.' Tom had a disappointed look in his eyes but he stopped. Looking at the time I said, 'I have to get back to my husband, he'll be worried but maybe tomorrow.'

'I have to work tomorrow but Friday? Tom said.

'Let's start with lunch Friday and see where it takes us." I replied.

As we drove back to the hotel, I held hands with Tom, placing it in my lap so he was able to rub my crotch with the back of his hand. Once back here we walked hand in hand to the elevators on our side of the hotel and he gave me a good bye kiss; coping a feel of my left breast. That when I came back to our room. I have no idea how much money you owe me."

What? I asked.

"The money, you know the money you owe me for kissing Tom and holding hands. Heather replied. "I'll just settle for $250.

I reached in my wallet and handed her the money.

"Wow, I get to have all the fun and make a profit, too. This is showing me some real possibilities. I might get used to this." Heather exclaimed.

Leaving the restaurant around 9:00, we made our way back to our room in each others' embrace. As we began to enter I grabbed Heather off of her feet and carried her across the threshold like we were newlyweds. I knew though tonight would be the end of our life we had started those years before. Tomorrow would begin something new as fantasies become real.

I carried Heather to the bed and laid her gently on the mattress. Quickly I shed my pants and my shirt and lay beside my one true love. 

I raised her hands above her head stretching her chest in a seductive way. I began to tenderly kiss her lips then tenderly I use my teeth to give her a little bite. She giggles from the effort. She allows my hands to roam over her stomach and chest, gently squeezing each of her cloth covered and stretched breasts.

I squeeze each breast in turn exalting in the feel of each lump of flesh. I reach and untie the knot holding the cloth that hides the tender flesh and the succulent nipples from my view. Heather remains still; hands above her head, as I gently peal her top down to reveal flesh that provided our babies their nourishment but were now once again all mine to relish. 

With my mouth, I engulf her entire areola. I play with her nipple with my tongue bring a sigh from Heather's lips. She squirms beneath enjoying the sensation of her man administering pleasure to two of her more sensitive erogenous zones. Over and over again I move from one then the other and back. 

I rise and taking hold of the sides of Heather's dress, I ease the cloth down to hips. Heather lifts her butt and I slip the dress down exposing were bare, hairless sex to my gaze. Her moisture oozes from between the holds. My mouth waters and I lick my lips in anticipation of the savory liquid that streams from my love's tunnel. 

I remount the bed, this time positioning myself in such a way I straddle Heather's chest and stare down on the dew covered mound. 

I ease myself down closer ever closer, then contact. I press my face deeper into her slit my hungry tongue leading the way. 

Heather, her hands still above her head, lifts her head to nip at my ball sack.

I am momentarily distracted but quickly resume my quest for more. I suck in her clit, I lick down her slit to the fountain that provides the fluid I crave and lifting her butt I tongue her ass hole. I reverse the process on the return trip. Over and over I go enjoying the taste seeking more ever more trying to quench my thirst.

Heather is moving beneath me now; meeting my efforts with thrusts of her own. She presses herself hard into my face. Her breathing is hard and ragged coming in ever quickening pants. Grabbing my head she pushes me hard into sex. I feel like she is trying to shove my head into her vagina. Heather's legs are clinched hard as she arches her back and screams through orgasm. I take a glimpse to see her toes curled.

She loosens her grip and begins to relax. But I am not ready for her to relax as I resume my oral ministrations. Again she builds. Again her movements quicken. Until again she tenses in ecstasy; driving herself hard into my face again.

Frantically, Heather pushes me to change my position. Reluctantly I comply and turn to face my love.

Reaching up she grabs my face and pulls me into a hard kiss, instantly her tongue is buried deep in my mouth. She breaks the kiss long enough to find my hard cock with her hand and guide me to dive deep into her pussy.




Heather Rules Ch. 04



Heather wants me to go fast but I am determined to go slow and steady relishing this the final time I will have my true love exclusively to myself. I slip in and out with ease from the lubrication provided by Heather's overly excited state.

I move in and out steadily as Heather again begins to squirm as her pleasure drives her; her mind filled with only the desire to achieve the ultimately high. 

Heather's body suddenly trembles beneath me as she grabs my butt and digging her finger nails deep into their flesh trying to push me even deeper into her vagina. I can feel the muscles of her pussy as they convulse in time to Heather's orgasm. 

Reaching her hands between our bodies, Heather takes a ball in each of her hands and begins to gently squeeze and release each ball.

My mind is over come by the sensation, a mixture of pain and pleasure I don't want to end. All too quickly I reach the point of no return; I arch my back and drive my cock deeper into her pussy and then I release spurt after spurt of hot cum at the entrance to her womb.

And then it is over.

I roll over limp next to Heather as we cuddle together. She smile up at me and then leans into me to give me a kiss.

"$100 if you let Tom kiss you like you just let me kiss you," I said from out of nowhere. What the hell was I saying?

"Ok," was Heather's simple reply. 

Heather moves down my body and taking hold of my flaccid spent cock begins to clean me of our combined juices. Finishing with my cock she moves on to lick my ball sack clean.

Once she has me clean, she kneels beside and walks herself up and straddles my face. I know what's coming; my stomach churns but I steady myself to accept my fate.

Looking up I see a raging red pussy with pearly white cum seeping from the depths within. Closer ever closer it moves. I open my mouth as a few drops begin to fall until; contact. 

The taste is not as good as Heather alone, but is not terribly unpleasant. Heather press and squirms harder as she sits on my face. Following her cue and begin to lick and to probe to clean ourselves from her depository.

Satisfied Heather climbed off of me and went to the bathroom, as I followed, to get ready for bed.

Cuddling in bed, we each turned to other and said, "I love you."



Heather Rules Ch. 05



Thursday, next to last day of the week, I brain is foggy from the previous night's exertions and I was running late. Damn it, no time for a good morning fuck. Quick, get dressed. A kiss and an "I love you" and I was out the door. 

Thoughts of tonight's activities filled my mind. Would Heather, could Heather actually go through with her performance. Lust and fear gripped my mind as images of my Heather dancing nude in front of a room full of crazed horny men played inside of my brain. 

I was trying hard to concentrate on what the instructor, Jeannie, was saying but my mind kept visualizing Heather, nude, on stage, performing to the lustful approval of a room full of strange men. I was working on a particularly hard assignment and not making much headway when Jeannie came and sat next to me.

Jeannie pulled her chair close and said, "So you're here from Chicago with your wife no doubt."

Then to my surprise, Jeannie leaned in close to me and with her right hand took a firm grip on my hard on protruding in my pants. 

She continued to squeeze me hard as she leaned into me pressing her bare tit flesh onto the exposed skin in my arm and whispered, "I know your type. You and your wife have been reading the naughty wife stories on the internet. 

Almost every class, I have one or two just like you. You started reading internet porn, you love your wife so you can't see yourself with another woman but somehow you imagine your wife doing those things. Then your wife caught you, was mad as hell, but then she too started reading the same stuff until she also was hooked. And now you both figure hell we're in California where the only rules are those we make. Am I right?"

"Uh huh," I managed to grunt.

Lowering her grip until she had captured both my balls in her hand she squeezed them hard and said, "How do you answer me?"

"Yes," I replied.

Squeezing me harder and causing me both pain and pleasure Jeannie said, "Yes, what?"

"Yes, ma'am," I groaned as my eyes showed the shock and pain I was feeling.

"What you and your wife do is your business," Jeannie continued. "But how you do in my class and when you leave is mine. You be a good boy and keep your focus on this class; and learn what is required."

Jeannie released her grip on my genitals as I shot my load into my pants.

"Good boy, now all of your attention will be on me or I will keep you after school to discipline you," she said in a very authoritative tone. "This is your only warning or you will bear the consequences. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am," I answered.

"Now that's my good boy," Jeannie said as she hugged my face hard between her breasts giving me both a warning and a reward.

Now she had my undivided attention for the rest of the day; although I had to wonder what she meant by "consequences" after school.

Jeannie gave me a knowing look, as I left for my hotel to receive my instructions for tonight. I walked passed her with my head down, not wanting to make eye contact.

Getting to our room, Heather was gone but had laid my clothes for the evening on the bed. Heather had laid out a shirt, nice pants and loafers; no underwear. I found a note from Heather which read:

Take a shower, I want you fresh for tonight and don't forget to shave. In fact, shave your pubic hair off. If I have to be bare then you should too; besides you'll love the increased sensations. Tonight I am going to break all kinds of marriage rules, strange men are going to see me as only you have seen me. I may or may not fuck someone else maybe more. I will decide because Heather rules. When you are ready follow these directions to the Gentlemen's Club.

All my love, Heather

PS: Don't shoot your load!

Doing as instructed, I stripped down being careful not to stroke my hard dick for fear of shooting off. Grabbing my razor and shaving cream I entered the shower and washed myself before settling into the task at hand. Making sure my cock and balls were thoroughly lathered; I carefully began to remove my pubic hair.

The hair surrounding my genitals was quickly gone without mishap. Next I set about the task of removing the hair from my cock. The more hair I removed the more exposed I felt. I was beginning to feel a new sensitivity as more and more skin was stripped of its protection. 

Finally only the hair on my balls remained. This scared me the most as I had to try and shave the hair from the wrinkled surface. First swipe, ouch, a dropped of blood appearing from where I had just nicked myself. 

Rethinking my strategy, I realized if I stretched the skin over my balls, I would have a smooth surface to shave the hair from my scrotum. Slowly and carefully I removed my lifelong growth of hair. I finished the rest of the task without incident.

I rinsed off and exited the shower to admire my handy work in the mirror.

My hard on had subsided as I had been concentrating on not injuring myself. My cock and balls were bare of the hair that had previously covered them, the nerve endings were very sensitive and I could feel the air moving around my newly exposed skin. 

Heather was right I do like the feeling. But something was wrong. Oh, of course, I need to get rid of the hair on my chest, stomach and back to really complete the look. I'll make an appointment with the salon and have it waxed as a surprise for Heather.

I dressed as instructed and drove to the Gentlemen's Club using Heather's instructions.

It was still early, about 7:00. Heather and the other 3 girls in here group were not scheduled to start performing until 8. 

I was met at the door by a very huge tough looking guy who immediately demanded $20 as a cover charge.

Paying the charge, I enter the club and was greeted by a statuesque conservatively dressed blond, who eyed me knowingly and then said, "Hi, I'm Brittney you must be Larry, Heather's husband."

"Yes," I replied, "but how did you..."

"Heather described you perfectly and told me what you would be wearing," Brittney said and continued.

"Come with me and I will take you to her so you can have some 'alone' time before the girls start the contest. 

The rules of the contest are simple, there are four participants and they are on for two hours starting at 8. First, each girl will do a fifteen dance session. The girls can remove as much or as little as they wish. After the dance sessions the girls will work the floor, serving drinks and providing services including trips to the VIP area to earn tips. Private rooms are available but only the professional girls' work in them but you welcome to take one of the regular girls back there yourself. Your wife will always be in view.

Don't worry though the customers aren't allowed to touch any of the girls.'

Brittney had a sly smile on her face and gave me a wink as she said, "touch."

Continuing, Brittney said, "At the end, the girl with the most in tips wins. It's just that simple."

We entered the dressing room area which was just like I have seen on television. There six rows of five dressing tables each with a large mirror ringed in lights. 

The amateur night women had to share dressing tables but since the older group would be gone before the younger group started this would not present a problem.

Turning the corner, Heather and I made eye contact; she rushed to my arms and gave me a deep passionate kiss. Heather was covered by a bathrobe and her makeup had been applied extra thick. Her lipstick was candy apple red and gave her lips a wet appearance.

Breaking our embrace, Heather took me by the hand and led me out of the room. We passed through a large room that had about twenty private sitting areas with a large circular couch in the middle.

"This is the VIP area where the customers can receive more individual attention from us girls," Heather explained. "Prices here start at twenty dollars. Only the girls are allowed to touch the customers though, the customers are not allowed to touch us."

We continued down a darkened hall, Heather pulled me into a small room, closed the door and gave me another deep kiss, smearing her lipstick. 

Dropping to her knees, she quickly unzipped my pants, undid my belt and swiftly bared my cock and balls.

"I've been waiting all afternoon to see this," Heather announced as she grasps my cock in one hand and squeezed my balls with the other. "Oh, I love it! I love the look and feel of your hairless cock and balls. Now let's see how you taste."

I was so aroused I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from losing my balance.

Heather began to kiss and lick my cock and balls. Playfully she lightly bit down on my ball sack and pulled my sack away from my body. Heather ground her teeth in a sawing motion sending bolts of pain/pleasure shooting through my body. I felt dizzy as the blood rushed from my brain to fill my genitals.

I guess I am truly thinking with my little head.

Slowly my right ball is sucked into her mouth; the sensation of it slipping past her teeth makes me gasp. I am now totally at her mercy, as her teeth close, trapping my ball inside her ivory cage. Gently but firmly, Heather bites down on the skin between her teeth.

I feel my heart beating rapidly within my chest as new excitement surges through my nerves causing me to spasm.

Slowly Heather released my testicle from her mouth; making a loud slurping sound as the suction is broken.

Now she is repeating the procedure on my left ball. Into her mouth, first past her lips and then her teeth, I am now trapped as Heather chews on the ball between her teeth. She could bite down as hard as she wanted and I would not have cared. I liked being at her mercy and the sensations she was causing.

I look down to see her teeth impressions in the skin surrounding my right ball.

"Oh God, that hurts so good," I hissed from the mixture of pain and pleasure I am feeling.

She releases my left ball with the same audible pop as she made when she freed the right. 

I sigh from the feeling it brings and I struggle to catch my breath.

Grasping my cock in her right hand while squeezing my balls with her left; she gives my shaft several quick strokes. The look and smile on her face was priceless as she closely examined my engorged organ.

She pinches the glans to open the hole as she licks my precum oozing from the opening. Heather wanked the shaft once more; she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth.

Was this truly my wife being so wanton and uninhibited?

I feel her tongue massaging the head and revel in the alternating pulses of vacuum and release as she sucks me. With the head of my cock secured in her mouth, I suddenly suck air as she bites down hard in the space where the head joins the shaft. 

I am at once racked with pain and pleasure from this new form of torture as she simultaneously grinds her incisors and shake her head like a dog playing with a toy.

A surprised yelp escapes my mouth and my eyes begin to water.

She releases me from her mouth as she giggles at my reactions.

I am under her complete control of Heather and she knows it.

Once again several swift rubs up and down my shaft and then I am once again my hard cock is being swallowed by my lover.

Heather is now sucking in earnest. This time I am being taken to the point of no return as her nose makes contact with my hairless pubis.

Suck, release, suck, release on and on Heather works me to perfection; squeezing my balls while sucking my cock.

"Oh God, Heather I'm cumming," I scream as I feel the familiar sensation building to climax.

Heather is unfazed as she continues her performance.

I groan from pleasure as I empty my balls into Heather's hungry mouth.

Spent I collapse on the floor; straining to catch my breath.

Heather is wide eyed and has a big smile on her face as she licks her fingers and smacks her lips as she says, "thanks I needed the tasty snack. " She tussles my hair as she teasingly adds, "did I make my little boy happy? That should satisfy you at least for a little while" 

Heather casually played with my limp and spent cock which is now ringed by her bright red lipstick.

Reaching for Heather's robe, she tightly grasps it closed, pulls away and giggles, "No! You're just going to have to wait, I've got a surprise and you're not going to spoil it now."

My mind races; wondering what the surprise could be.

We lift each other up and exit the private room as Heather begins to talk excitedly. "Are you ready for your wife to strip and be naughty in front of a roomful of strange men? Is my hubby ready for me to make men do nasty things while I pleasure them with my naked body? Is this what my husband imagined I would be doing as he read those naughty stories? How many men did hubby imagine me with?"

Not waiting for my answer, Heather continued, "I am so pumped for this; this is going to be better than my birthday, Christmas and New Years combined. Brittney and the girls have been coaching us all afternoon and wait till you see my surprise; you're going to flip out!"

Reaching the entrance to the dressing room, Heather gave me a quick kiss and told me to walk into the stage area, that there is a special section for the husbands and boyfriends of the girls competing.

As I walk through the door to the club area, I am greeted by a tall big-boobed pretty young thing wearing a string bikini top that barely held her breasts in and a thong panty. Locking my arm in hers she says, "You're Larry, Heather's husband aren't you? I'm Stacy. Heather told us all about you and what you two are doing while in California. Let me escort you, we have stage side seating just for our girls' men."

Reaching my seat of honor, I introduce myself to Bob, Ginger's husband and John, Bonnie's husband. We made small talk until Bob asks, "So how do you guys feel about this?"

"I'm excited as hell and torn all to pieces at the same time, I mean, at first I couldn't stand the thought of someone else seeing my Heather naked and turning all of these strangers on. But now, with all the wild things we've done over the last four days, I think I am ready."

John agreed but seemed less sure and was more confused.

We were greeted as heroes as more patrons began to fill the club. The men were slapping us on the back and saying things like "I can't wait to see your wife's tits and ass" and "I wish I could get my wife to do this."

At 8 o'clock, Jason, Carol's husband joined us at our place of honor as the announcer described the evening's events. Each of the girls had drawn for position. First up would be Bonnie, then Ginger, then my Heather and finally Carol. 

"Now, remember boys these women are virgins at this kind of thing (which drew a groan from the audience) so be enthusiastic and generous. The winner will be determined by how much each girl earns in tips."

Bonnie came out dressed in a simple dress and started her routine. After about 5 minutes she was down to her bra and panties and the guy's were starting to get into it. The room was filled with wild horny men shouting their encouragement; urging Bonnie to strip completely.

Suddenly, my mind was a mess of confusion. What are we doing? Do I really want this? I remember reading the stories and projecting Heather into them. I had gotten off many times imagining Heather in this exact situation but now this was real life.

The crowd cheered as Bonnie removed her bra and her tits came into view. Bonnie was blushing from head to toe and seemed very unsure of herself. Bonnie was struggling to decide what to do next. Looking at her husband; he too seemed to be having second thoughts about having all of these men leering at his wife. 

Their apprehension only added to my anxiety.

Bonnie continued her dance but remained only topless making no effort to strip further. This caused a great deal of frustration among the men as they chanted for her to strip nude. Only at the end did she give us a quick flash of her bare butt cheeks.

Bonnie quickly slipped her bra back on and collected her meager tips from the stage and disappeared back stage.

Next up was Ginger. Ginger was a stunningly beautiful blond who hardly seemed to be an amateur. Where Bonnie had been hesitant, Ginger was enthusiastic. Ginger strutted around the stage pulling the full attention of the crowd. We all cheered as she stripped off her dress to reveal her bra covered tits and a thong covering her pussy.

Ginger worked the pole to perfection and pulled her bra off and tossed it to her husband as we all began to cheer excitedly. She teased us by playing with her tits; tempting us with the hope of sucking her nipples. And then she started to remove her thong; slowly she teased us as we chanted and then in one swift motion she removed the covering and we all gazed open mouth at her bald pussy. 

Money was hitting the stage and it soon became obvious that she would be the girl to beat as her time on stage ended. Ginger then came to her husband, Bob, and began to make out with him. 

Suddenly the realization hit me that my Heather was performing next. I had a lump in my throat and my head was spinning; but my cock was also rock hard. In only minutes total strangers would be seeing my wife as only me and her doctor had ever seen her. 

Bob and a naked Ginger are making out next to me as my attention was drawn to the stage. I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest as the music started and Heather dramatically came on stage to the cheers and leers of the crowd of men. 

Heather was wearing a light blue cotton sailcloth sundress with laces criss-crossing her back. Her braless breasts were cradled seductively by the two triangles of cloth. As would be revealed shortly, she also had on stay up white stockings, a white thong with string ties on the sides and platform shoes with 8" heels. 

While her clothes were tastefully tame; her hair and makeup left no doubt that she was a slut ready to show her stuff.

My mind was overloaded with conflicting emotions. I had visualized Heather doing things like this when I had read the stories on the internet but I never imagined we, she, would actually be acting them out. Last week I was hoping to just have Heather go braless during our time here but this is way more than I had ever imagined. 

I began to think, less than a week ago we were the typical vanilla mid-western married couple. No drinking; modesty at all times; sex once or twice a month, almost always in the missionary position. I never imagined I would visit a stripper joint and I definitely never believed Heather would perform in one.

Strange how me getting involved in reading porn stories on the internet led Heather to do the same. Now, we are far away from home and my very conservative wife the mother of our two children is acting out for real the stories I had only imagined her in. 

Now, I am in a stripper bar with a rock hard dick, surrounded by a crowd of horny men, waiting to see my dear Heather reveal her hidden treasures.

Men were around me patting me on the back and saying things like, "Alright," "You da man,""Can I have some of your old lady,""Wished my old lady would do this," "Can't wait to see that pussy."

If Heather had any doubts or was having second thoughts, she did not show it. 

Heather had a wild look in her eyes that said I am ready to take every guy here. The look on her face let everyone know "I'm yours."

Before the dance music started, Heather seductively slinked around the stage; hands raised, clapping. She drew everyone's attention to her and then just as the first cords of the song sounded she leaped onto the brass pole in the middle of the stage.

Quickly and effortlessly she flipped upside down, wrapped her right leg wrapping around the pole revealing her thong covered ass as her skirt hem fell passed her waist. 

She corkscrewed down the pole, giving us all a glimpse of her pussy covered only by a small triangle of cloth. 




Heather Rules Ch. 05



Reaching the floor she remained upside down as she did the splits. Coming to a sitting position, she gave a false look of shock at her exposure and quickly covered herself with her skirt as she gave a shy innocent little girl look on her face.

Standing, she danced seductively around the stage letting her skirt fly to give us a glimpse of her legs and butt.

I was getting into it now too, my earlier misgivings were fading. I was cheering her on. "Give it to us baby." "Show it all to us."

She stopped in front of me and began to raise her skirt to show off her ivory thighs and covered pussy.

"How do you like your wife now? You want me to show these men your wife's pussy and tits?"

I screamed my reply, "Yes, give these guys what you've got, let'em see your pussy and tits and ass."

She crooked her finger at Bob and motioned for him to come to her. He stopped making out with Ginger long enough to do as commanded. As he got closer it became clear that she wanted him to pull the string and untie the bow that kept the top of her dress up.

Obediently, Bob pulled and the bow came undone and slack began to appear across the strings on her back.

She danced around the stage again this time the top of her dress began to slip from her shoulders. Soon the men were given glimpses of her breasts and then her areola and nipples could be seen.

Finally the top gave way to gravity as her breasts came into full view of all and a big cheer came from everyone. Once again, Heather made her embarrassed little girl face but made no effort to cover back up.

Heather came to stand back in front of me. Instinctively, I knew what she wanted; she wanted me to be the one to remove her last piece of modesty; to reveal to the world what had always only been mine. She was leaving it up to me to remove another barrier. 

I reached with trembling hands and grasped the waist of Heather's dress and slowly lowered it down over her hips and as it passed her butt, the dress crumpled to the floor.

The guys and I were cheering loudly at the sight of Heather's alabaster body was almost completely uncovered.

As my eyes lustfully examined the body of my lover a shiny jewel dangling from Heather's navel caught my attention. She has had her navel pierced today. I was again in total shock because she has always said only sluts would pierce anything other than their ears and she had always looked disdainfully at women with pierced navels.

If it had been possible my dick would have become a lot harder from the sight of the new jewelry adjourning my lovely wife.

Heather gave me a knowing smile, mouthed the words, "I love you," and satisfied with herself; she stepped out of the dress to continue her dance routine. She did things on the pole I never thought could be done. 

With about five minutes to go, Heather dance over to the other two husbands, having them each grab a string of her thong and then she had them to pull. As her panties came off John and Jason fought over the prize. Jason finally won out and he brought the gusset up to his face to smell and lick Heather's pussy juice.

The biggest cheer of the night went up as Heather's bald pussy and ass crack came into view. She showed no shame as she displayed herself with no regard for any modesty. She sat and splayed her legs as far apart as she could and spread her lips to give every man there and intimate look at her vagina, clit and ass hole.

Heather worked the pole with ease; again doing things I never knew were possible. Her tits and pussy commanded attention as she performed. Her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen them and gave the men a great deal of delight. Her pussy lips protruded from her sex so much even the men in the back rows could clearly see.

Her pussy clearly wet from the fluid leaking from her vagina.

I wish I could have jumped on stage and eaten her pussy and lapped up the juice flowing from her vagina.

Finally Heather's time on stage ended and she went around collecting her tips. Hands came from everywhere; doing their best to cop a feel of a tit or stroke Heather's pussy. I could have sworn I saw a finger go into her vagina. Having collected her earnings, Heather headed to the back till it was time to work the floor.

I wished I could have fucked her.

Carol came out for her time on stage. She, too, was incredible having been coached by Brittney. Carol worked the crowd into frenzy as she stripped the clothing from her body. She removed her bra to free two very incredible breasts her erect nipples were surrounded by pink areola that were darker than Heather's. 

The place erupted in cheers as she removed her thong to show us her pussy and ass. She like Heather and Ginger gave us a thorough a complete examination of were vagina, clit and ass hole.

Carol completed her performance and collected her earnings.

The other three girls returned to start working the floor. 

Bonnie had lost her nerve and came out in a bra and hot pants, but Ginger, Heather and Carol came out bare assed and topless. 

Ginger, Heather and Carol came to the area we husbands were sitting and stood in front of their respective husband. Pulling us to our feet we each embraced our wives and gave them a passionate kiss.

My hands drifted down Heather's body and I gave each ass cheek a hearty squeeze as we kissed. Continuing our kiss I separated her cheeks and with my right index finger I pressed into Heather's ass hole.

The men surrounding us shouted their approval.

Breaking the kiss, the girls swapped husbands and it was my turn to kiss Ginger. Another swap and then I was kissing Carol. As we broke our kiss the girls took our hands and had us fondle their breasts.

Then they were gone in to the crowd.

Heather headed for a group of about six men dressed in business suits with whom she had made a connection while on stage. 

The men were clearly delighted as she began to party with them. As I learned later, one of the guys was trying to close business deals with the other five. The one guy offered Heather a $1,000 tip if she was able to get them to close the deal.

For the next hour, Heather gave exclusive attention to this group. Sitting in their laps, Heather massaged their hard cocks with her butt crack and cheeks. From time to time stray hands worked their way to Heather's tits; others rested on her thighs and slowly slipped to stroke Heather's pussy crack. Heather allowed this for a few moments but not wanting to violate the club's "no touch" policy, she would playfully slap at them and feign shock and disgust at the guy's boldness.

From the look on Heather's face, it was obvious she enjoyed the undivided attention of so many horny men. She was clearly savoring the feeling of the cloth covered hard cocks pressed against her bare pussy and ass hole. More than once Heather stiffened and shuttered through an orgasm much to the delight of the men whose cocks she was dry humping.

From time to time she would escort one of the guys to the VIP area, giving the guy exclusive use of her body for about five minutes. Although the guys were fully clothed; it looked for all the world like she was fucking them. More than one of the guys returned to their table with a wet spot in the front of his pants. I saw Heather licking her fingers tasting their cum showing me that she had given them a hand job.

When each of the guys was totally satisfied, the main guy pulled out contracts which were quickly signed. Heather had closed the deal, for which the salesman gave her the promised $1,000 and then also gave her a $1,000 bonus.

Handing her his card, he told her if she ever wanted to turn "professional" he could definitely use her to "escort" more of his clients, pointing out that he could also use her to "work" in Chicago.

The girls were called back up on stage for a final walk around the stage and a bow. They turned in their earnings for the official count to determine the winner and then they went back stage.

Almost immediately, Heather returned slipping a halter dress over her head. She came to me and said, "I need you to fuck me, NOW!" She pulled me from my seat and led me from the club, stopping at the door to cover her tits and tie the halter at the back of her neck; and we were out the door into the parking lot.

Getting to the car, she pulled her dress up and over her head, leaving her naked except for her stockings and shoes. Since the top on the car was down she tossed her dress in the car and then lie on the hood and spread her legs.

I stared down at her pussy in amazement. I had never seen her lips and clit so engorged, full and flaming red. I could swear I was able to see them swell more with each of her heart beats.

"Get it in me, now!" she cried.

Immediately my pants were at my feet, cock in hand, I easily slipped into Heather's sopping wet pussy in one stroke.

Heather arched her back and almost sobbed as the waves of her orgasm swept over her body. Heather was gasping for breath between spasms as the waves of pleasure pulsated throughout her body.

As she came down from her peak, I began to thrust in and out of her hole, causing her boobs to dance from the violence of my thrusts. 

I pulled my cock almost completely out of her vagina only to drive it forcefully back into hole. In and out I thrust as Heather's breathing again became more frantic, signaling she was approaching another orgasm. 

Again, Heather arched her back and spasms of pleasure shot through Heather as she literally screamed, "Fuck me, oh yes fuck me, don't stop, fuck me."

I started my thrusting again, as Heather lay on the hood of our car in full view of all who were in the parking lot. 

I was quickly reaching the point of no return as I continued to ram myself into Heather and began to shoot my load deep into her vagina. 

This pushed Heather over the edge again and she had her third orgasm in less than five minutes.

Catching our breath, we found we had attracted an audience and also we were not alone. Ginger and Carol were hard at it with their husbands.

The reality of the situation suddenly hit me as I realized Heather was in real danger of being gang raped by the men in the parking lot. While this might have met with Heather's approval at the moment, I was not ready to live out this particular fantasy. 

I quickly pulled my pants back on and grabbing Heather; I got her in the car still nude and drove away from the club.

Heather made no effort to put her dress back on; instead she remained nude, mindlessly running a finger up and down between the open lips of her pussy.

Calming down after our escape, I replace Heather's hand with my own as I slipped my finger up and down and into Heather's overheated and slippery pussy.

Then I got an idea. I pulled to the curb and parked in a dimly lit area. 

Heather looked confused until I reclined my seat and motioned for her to straddle me. 

A knowing, mischievous smile came over face as she realized what I had in mind.

Heather straddled my head and slowly lowered her tasty pussy; wet with our combined juices, to my hungry mouth.

I had a hasty close up look at Heather's well fucked pussy, inner pussy lips red and swollen, stood out proud of the flesh colored lips that often concealed them. Heather's clit stood out erect from its protective hood.

And, contact, as Heather's pussy covered my waiting, hungry mouth and I was once again able to savor the tangy flavor of the fluid literally flowing from Heather's fuck hole. I plunged my tongue into the folds of her flesh, relishing the silky texture and the aroma but most of all the taste. 

I stuck my tongue as far up Heather's vagina as it would go to enjoy the velvety smoothness and feel her muscles pulsate.

This is quickly becoming my favorite kind of sex. Don't get me wrong regular fucking is great but somehow this seemed nastier and more exciting.

Heat radiated from her as I moved my tongue up and down the grove of flesh between her legs. Our combined juices were smeared across my face. I sucked on her clitoris like it was a small cock; sending shivers through Heather's flesh.

Heather began to fuck my face in earnest and I did my best to slurp up every last drop of her pussy juice while trying to push Heather to yet another orgasm. 

Heather reached the point of orgasm and once more I was treated to the taste of the other special liquid that came from Heather only when she climaxed. 

I really, really like to eat pussy. There is nothing like it in the world.

Coming back to reality, Heather return to her seat and again made no effort to cover her naked body as I drove away toward the hotel. Heather was proud of her body and wanted to keep it on display as long as possible.

Heather reclined her seat and spread her legs; propping her right foot on the door and her left on the dashboard. I had a hard time driving as I was distracted by my lover's body displayed in the seat next to me.

Spotting a Denny's, it occurred to me that we had not eaten. Heather made a fake pouty face as I pulled into the parking lot and she knew she would have to cover her naked body.

Heather slipped the dress over her head and loosely tied the straps at the back of her neck. This allowed an ample amount of tit flesh to be displayed under Heather's arms as she moved and the cloth gapped away from her body.

I remember my Dad talking about how girls wore halters in the 70's that did that. I wish we could go back to the days of no bras.

We were like new lovers as we held hands and stared into each other eyes as we walked into the restaurant. 

We took a corner booth and sat side by side, gently kissing each other until the waitress came to take our order.

I complimented her on her performances before, during and after her dancing. She blushed and continued our small talk.

I enquired about her new "jewelry" and she smiled and said that they wanted to pierce her nipples and clit too but she just wasn't ready for that yet.

She asked me if I approved and I had to say, "Yes, I love it and I love you."

"You know, Larry," Heather stated, "While we were waiting to perform I was told of another event that takes place every Saturday Morning. It's a charity slave auction."

"A what," I stammered.

"A slave auction, you know human property. They said it's very popular with the housewives who are doing what we're doing. I have to be at the club at 8 to sign the agreement, they auction my clothing and the right to remove my clothing at 9, I will be displayed until the sold at auction which starts at 10. Once sold, I become the property of whoever buys me unless I am freed or sold at another auction. After this auction, I will remain with my owner until at least 6 PM Sunday or longer if I have it in the agreement."

"What exactly will you are doing as a slave, I asked.

"Why, whatever my master wants. That's what a slave does. Isn't it?" She replied.

"I don't know Heather....," I tried to say before Heather interrupted.

"Larry you need to remember that on this trip you don't have a say you can ask and I might agree but Heather rules! The agreement covers what I will allow and not allow. The agreement covers everything you can think of from mild sex to body modification to even giving someone permission to kill you. You know I will not go that far but there are some things I want to try; to have someone else do them while calling the shots. I want to know how much a mid-western housewife like me will bring at auction." 

I had to admit the idea did sound interesting and I too was curious to find out how much someone was willing to pay for the privilege of spending about 36 hours with my wife.

W e finished our meals relatively uneventfully and Heather remained clothed as we returned to the hotel.

Walking into the hotel I saw a tall, well built, distinguished and handsome gentleman wave at Heather and she waved back.

"That's Tom isn't," I asked.

"Maybe," Heather replied.

I suddenly had an idea to move things farther along.

Upon returning to the room, we took a shower together to release the tension of the day's events and to make a reconnection.

We then stood out on the balcony to allow the cool breezes to dry us. We cuddled in each other's arms, kissing and me nibbling on Heather's neck and ear lobe. 

Nimbly I picked Heather up and carried her to bed and I laid her out. I climbed between her legs and slid my penis into her vagina and began moving in and out of her velvet sleeve slowly. She felt different somehow, tighter I think.

I was making love to her. I knew this would be the last time I would be the only man to have been inside of Heather.

Slowly and gently I moved in no hurry for the moment to end. We kissed and we probed each other's mouths as our tongues intertwined. Finally we reached the moment where bolts of pleasure shot throughout Heather's body and I too felt the exquisite burst of pleasure as I shot my load exclusively into Heather's vagina for the last time.

We cuddled as we came back to reality.

"I love you, Heather," I said.

"I love you, too," Heather replied.

And then we fell fast asleep.



Heather Rules Ch. 06



Day 6, Friday. Would it happen?

Heather was sound asleep when I awoke. I was running late as usual; so I kissed her on the forehead -- she smiled, eyes still shut -- then I left.

But I also left a note and $50: "Tom today, honey. I'm begging you. I'll give you $100. My down payment is enclosed." 

The donuts and pastries at the class didn't work to satisfy the hunger I was feeling -- it was a different appetite that needed satisfaction this day.

I couldn't concentrate at all; there was nothing that would hold my interest. 

Jeannie noticed and lean over and whispered in my ear, "Larry you're not paying any attention today! I gave you a warning yesterday and now you will have to suffer the consequences." Then she reached down between my legs and gripped my balls like a vise and said, "You will return to me tomorrow afternoon and we will have our own tutoring session. You've been a very naughty little boy and now you must be punished. DO YOU understand me little boy?"

Her hand worked to emphasize her commands as she spoke; causing me considerable pain and pleasure at the same time. My mind was very confused as I croaked, "Yes ma'am."

"That's better, now why don't you run along and take care of whatever has your attention and I'll see you tomorrow."

I went back to the hotel. Maybe I can surprise Heather or maybe Heather would surprise me. First I needed to check the courtyard.

"Pervert" I called myself, but I went anyhow.

The courtyard was brightly lit, the coffee shop off the lobby wasn't. I knew that the contrast would mean the view from inside would be clear, the view from the outside in, impossible.

It was just as Heather had said had happened on earlier days. She was sipping a drink while talking to a guy. The same guy I saw last night. That must be Tom.

Tom was in suit and tie, Heather in a pretty print sundress; looking fresh; looking tasty. Looking very sexy! Her breasts were displayed almost to her areola. In fact, Tom could probably see the edges peeking out from time to time as she acted the part of the giddy school girl. 

Their drinks were refilled, and now he had reached across the table, holding her hand just as naturally as if he had been doing that with her all of her life.

Their conversation was growing more animated, there were more smiles, more body language about -- something. Flirtation, maybe. 

Tom pulled his chair closer to Heather and gazed soulfully into her eyes. He ran his hand over her cheek.

Heather reached up and took his hand in hers as he gently stroked Heather's face. 

He thought he had her on the line and was slowly reeling her in. Actually, Heather had her prey in sight and it was only a matter of time until...

Briefly, I had a spell of jealousy. What kind of man would let his wife carry on this way? I knew I should walk in and interrupt and stop them. But I also knew deep down I wanted this. I had dreamed of this. I had seen Heather in this exact situation. I wanted to share my Heather, my love, my wife with this man; with other men.

I had visualized this many times as I had looked at and read porn on the internet; Heather with another man and now I was watching it for real and seeing yet another of my fantasies become reality.

Reaching behind her head, he drew her face to his until they met in a kiss. Then another and another, each kiss becoming more passionate than the last. 

Tom's hand slipped between her legs and then moved up her thigh. Heather jumped at his first contact but offered no resistance as Tom's hand moved higher up her leg.

Tom's hand penetrated deeper between Heather's legs as they continued kissing. Tom suddenly stopped kissing Heather and had a pleasantly surprised look on his face. Obviously he had discovered that Heather was not wearing panties.

Tom withdrew his hand from between Heather's legs and raised it to his nose. He sniffed his finger like the cork from a bottle of fine wine, savoring the magnificent aroma of my wife's love juices.

Then, Tom finished his drink, wrote something on the check. Standing; he walked behind her and rubbed her shoulders; then leaned down to nibble on her ear and neck. Whispered something. His hands moved down her bare shoulders almost to her breasts.

Heather looked up at him and smiled.

He waited.

Was this it? Were they off to town, to the beach, or, or, or elsewhere?

Heather took a last sip of her drink too and carefully set the glass down.

Looked up at him.

He extended his hand, she took it.

Stood.

They spent a moment standing there, looking at each other, then Heather -- My Heather! -- led the way from the patio to the lobby, to the elevators!

There was no turning back now. I had lost my only chance to stop what was going to happen.

I saw the doors close behind them then walked out to the courtyard, glanced at the check -- Thomas-something, I couldn't read the scrawl, but could see the room number, 1195.

Next to the top floor, and that had to be on the other wing of the hotel. The hotel was set up in a shallow vee opening to the southwest. Our wing had suite numbers up to about 50 -- our room was 1247, near the outer end of our vee.

Maybe, just maybe. . .

I got to our suite, stepped out onto the shallow balcony. Our side was in partial shadow, the other wing, his wing, was fully lit.

I began studying the opposite side through the binoculars I had brought for sightseeing. The binoculars had enough magnification so that I could see the wiggle caused by every one of my heartbeats, with enough light gathering power so I could see well into the shadows.

I scanned the other side, looking, hoping, it was mid afternoon, the hotel was mostly empty, and nearly every room had its draperies open.

There! 

Nearly all the way out, at the far end of the vee -- someone was opening the sliding door.

I moved back into our bedroom, deep in shadow -- invisible to anyone on the other side.

The door opened, then nothing. Nothing happened for minutes.

Movement!

It was Heather, stepping out onto the balcony, and after her, Tom. They had glasses in their hands. Room service -- Champaign, I was sure, from the shape of the glasses, and yes, the fluid was clear, I could see that. Champaign. 

Tom raised his glass in a toast. Heather did, too, and they both drank deeply.

I was having trouble holding the binoculars steady, I tried using the edge of the door, and saw him draw Heather closer. There was more than enough magnification to see her raise her lips to meet his, more than enough to see their arms around each other.

They were moving; dancing, moving to music. His hands drifted to her waist; down her ass. I watched as he squeezed her ass cheeks. His hands moved lower still; slipping under the hem of Heather's dress then back up. Tom now fondled her bare ass cheeks as they continued to sway to the music.

His hands moved up over her hips and to Heather's front. His hands stopped traveling as they each cupped one of her breasts. I watched as he squeezed her cloth covered tits.

Suddenly, I wanted to be Tom and experiencing my wife for the first time. I was feeling jealous; no, lust.

His hands moved to her back as they kissed again. His arm moved downward and there was slack in Heathers dress. Her zipper had been undone.

Breaking the kiss, Tom's hands moved to Heather's shoulders, to the straps keeping her dress. He slipped the straps from her shoulders and allowed gravity to do the rest as Heather's dress pooled at her feet.

Tom stood back to admire the perfect gift he had just unwrapped as Heather stood before him totally nude except for her garter belt, which framed her hairless pussy, attached to her stockings and her high heels. Heather looked beyond sexy.

He held her hand and had her spin slowly around for his and my lust filled admiring gaze. She step clear of her dress at the same time.

Tom drew her close; placing his hands on either side of her face, he pulled her into a deep hard kiss. Pulling away slightly, Tom's hands moved slowly down her body as if trying to memorize each curve. 

Reaching her now bare breasts, he squeezed them both which brought a gasp from Heather. His hands continued their journey downward to massage Heather's butt cheeks. He moved his right hand to Heather's front to fondle her sex. His middle finger slipped into Heather's cleft and disappeared.

He deeply kissed Heather again as his finger continued to diddle inside of Heather.

I was transfixed by the action taking place in front of me as Tom brought his finger to his mouth to taste the rare flavor.

He moved his hands to grasp Heather's ass. I saw him take the finger he had had in Heather's pussy and slip it between her cheeks, into the crack. The finger began making slow circular motions as it was obvious he was rimming her ass hole with it.

Suddenly he swept Heather off her feet into his arms and carried her through the door.

I watched them disappear. I wanted to see more, to see it all; but now they were gone. 

I knew I was sobbing. I knew I had ejaculated in my own pants, and was still hard, getting harder.

I've never known such agony, and such erotic ecstasy, such a mixing of emotions.

I pulled off my own clothes, crawled into the shower, crawled into bed, sat on the balcony and stared at their room.

A couple of hours passed, I saw movement then a figure at the balcony door. I grabbed my binoculars and was amazed to see a naked Heather, her hair and makeup a mess, standing on the balcony sipping Champaign. 

Then behind her, movement and hands roaming over her body squeezing her breasts; roaming, massaging her ass. 

Heather had a glazed thoroughly fucked look on her face. 

She turned, set her glass on the table and faced her partner. They kissed a long deep lustful kiss. Tom's hands groped Heather's ass cheeks; he pulled her ass crack apart and probed the prize hidden within. Something was said. Heather nodded her head.

Tom spun Heather to face the courtyard again. A look of concern but determination was on Heather's face.

Then a hand at her shoulder bending her forward until she was grasping the rail. Heather spread her legs to give her lover better access. More movement and a small thrust forward , then another and another. Heather rocked her ass back.

I could not see what was happening in the room because of the glare but I could see Heather and I saw what appeared to be a pained and surprised look on Heather's face and no movement. They rested for a few moments and Heather's face relaxed some. 

Tom's hands held Heather by the hips, then movement again picking up in speed and intensity. Heather was rocking back and forth as the thrusts increased, her breasts swaying with the movement. Then the movement stopped. Heather slowly straightened up and moved back into the room. 

I was a total wreck, what had just happened. I was harder than I have ever been in my life. I couldn't stand the wait for her to appear.

Next I heard a noise as Heather came into our suite, naked. From the look on her face and the condition of her hair and makeup, it was apparent she had just been fucked. She was holding the video camera, a Champaign glass and a roll of hundred dollar bills. She put all of the things on the table.

"I'm so glad you're here," she said, coming to me, holding me, hugging me.

"Don't ask me anything, I'll tell you everything, just give me time."

"Grab the camera; I need pictures to go with the tape."

She went into the hall; I followed. A bed sheet lay by the elevator door.

Her breasts were red and appeared to be swollen. Her nipples were definitely swollen and stood out like pencil erasers. The lips of her vagina were more red and swollen than I had ever seen them and her anus looked different, slick and more open. 

She still wore the garter belt and stocking but there were stains on the stockings; cum stains from Tom's cum!

"Honey, his room is way over on the other side of the hotel. I walked all along the hall and in the elevator, wrapped in this bed sheet -- I felt so sexy, I was sure every guy I passed knew what I did."

I grabbed the camera and began taking pictures to preserve the memory.

"Tom wanted my dress; I left it in his room."

She came to me as we stood in the hall.

"Kiss me. Kiss me in the sexiest way you can. You kiss better than Tom, I need your kisses."

I held her closer, complied, kissed her, first with lips, then with all of the passion I could find, passion she returned. 

"Now I'm sure, I do like kissing you better."

She led us back into the room.

"Get on the bed," she commanded.

I complied. My rock hard dick was standing at attention as I anticipated Heather's next move.

To my surprise, Heather straddled my head.

I stared up at Heather's sex, at her deep red well fucked lips. Her clit looked like a small cock as it stood out proud from its hood.

I knew what was coming; I have read the stories. I was at once sick to my stomach and turned on. Do I really want to taste another man's cum oozing from my wife's pussy? My cock deflated from the stress.

Slowly ever so slowly Heather's pussy moved closer. She was totally wet. Liquid almost seemed to stream from her vagina. I could see droplets clinging to Heather's flesh and knew that it was her combined with him.

I stuck out my tongue and tentatively made contact. The flavor was different than just Heather or Heather and me. Tarter and saltier, not too degusting; I licked deeper. Heather heaved a deep sigh.

I reached up and used Heather's hips to pull her pussy into full contact with my mouth. I licked deep into Heather's hole, adjusting my senses to the taste of Heather mixed with Tom. I let myself go as I sucked her lips and clit deep into my mouth. The mixed liquid literally streamed out of Heather into my hungry mouth.

Heather began to rock herself on my face; making me lick and suck from her asshole to her clit.

Heather stiffened and her body shook as her orgasm overcame her. More fluid ran out of Heather into my hungry mouth. 

She rolled on her back.

"Come on me, come in me, but be gentle, please be gentle."

I was erect - very erect - again, and had no trouble entering her.

"I like the feel of you there better, too. Tom was exciting because he was so new, it was all so new, but you know just how to touch me."

I had to force myself to make love and not just fuck her brains out. I was slow but deliberate, in and out I moved as only lovers do. The inevitable happened. In my heightened sexual state I could not last long as I became the second man in a day to deposit my load in Heather's hole.

"I had sex with him, honey. It was very erotic, the way he touched me, the way he treated me. I guess it was really, letting myself go, enjoying the minute. I'll never forget, but I'll mostly never forget it was because of you I did it, and I'm grateful, honey."

"You're OK?" I wanted verification.

"I'm fine."

"Tell me about it."

"OK. I met him downstairs in the courtyard, and we had drinks of something, and talked a while. He told me he was leaving in the morning and that this was his last day here.

"And then?"

"He asked me if I'd like to go to the beach, or to Old Town with him, or. . ."

"Or?"

"Or to his room, here. I think he was sort of joking about his room."

"What happened?" I didn't want to tell her I was spying on them.

"I asked him which he'd like, and he said his room. And I said - I can't believe I did it, but I did, I said I'd like that best, too. Honey, I told him I was married, and you were at meetings all day -- he knew that, and as long as he knew this is what you and I wanted and that he would not break up our marriage; he wanted to take me to his room anyhow. And I wanted to go, I'm so bad!"

"Oh, he showed me some pictures of him and his family, I could tell he really loved his wife but I also knew he wanted to move on; at least sexually.

We went out on the balcony, he had wine, no Champaign, in the room, and we drank that. He had music playing, so we sort of danced out there, and he kissed me, he undressed me and then he carried back inside."

"What happened there?"

"We sort of danced in there, too, honey. He has a big mirror in the bedroom and he turned me so we were looking into it -- he was behind me. It was sexy, feeling him close, pressing into me, with his hands around my waist, and I had my hands over his, holding him to me. That was very nice."

"Sexy?"

"Well, yeah. He stopped holding me long enough to get his jacket and shirt off, and all of a sudden I was with this guy who was bare chested, that was sexy. He made me look in the mirror while he explored my body. I have never really watched as a man's hands massaged my breasts, pinch my nipples or finger my pussy.

"What happened then?" She was filling in the gaps of what I did not see.

"Honey, we went to the bed, and he took out a condom, and asked me to help with it. We've never used a condom; I didn't know anything about them. It had some lubrication or something on it, it was slippery, but he -- no, we -- got it on his penis. It was so odd, doing that, getting that penis ready to be in me, to have sex with me."

"What happened then?"

"He rolled toward me, we were side by side, and he kissed me, he kissed me a lot. As he was kissing me he sort of rolled on top of me."

He told me to open my legs, and I did, and he lifted up a little, and reached down and took his penis in his hand, and told me to look down there between us, and I did, and he guided it into me, and we both watched as he pushed into me. It was very sexy, I was horny, I wanted him, and with all of the lubrication on the condom and how wet I was, he had no problem getting in me."

"Was he good?"

"I don't know about that, he is only my second, but it was very sexy, being there, having him in me, knowing you wanted that to happen, knowing that pretty soon for the first time in my life I'd have two men in one day. . ."

"Did he last long?"

"I don't know what long means. It was faster than we usually have sex, but that's because you and I like to take our time. I know he came though, when he pulled out the condom was all saggy at the end."

"Did you have an orgasm?"

"Not quite - close, but not quite. At least that time"

"Anyway, I reached down and pealed the condom off of his penis. I examined the contents and kind of played with it before I tossed it in the trash. Tom and I continued to cuddle and caress. We kissed with deep passionate kisses, our tongues wrestling each other. 

Tom's hand was squeezing my breasts, first one then the other and back; my nipples were hard and super sensitive. Tom kissed, bit, nibbled and sucked on each of my breasts. Lightning bolts shot through every nerve in my body and my heart was pounding.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore; I reached for Tom's penis and found that it was hard again. I rolled over on top of Tom..."

I interrupted Heather, "what you rolled over on top of Tom?" I, too, was feeling lightning bolts and I was hard again. 

Heather was feeling the same because she got on top me and pushed me into her hole.

Heather continued, "Yes, I got on top of Tom and reached for his penis, which was hard as a rock again. 

As Heather continued to ride me like I had never been ridden before; I could not believe what had come over Heather. I had never known her to be so aggressive. Up and down she thrust my rod in and out of her, her breasts swaying with every thrust and sweat forming a sexy sheen all over her body. 

She had a wild look in her eyes focused only on pleasure. Her hair was a total mess and clung to her from the moisture of her body. Suddenly she stiffened and shook, her vagina tightened around my penis and convulsed strongly. I had never experienced such intensity from her as she fell forward.




Heather Rules Ch. 06



Heather was drenched in sweat and was panting from the intensity of her exertions and her orgasm.

Catching her breath she started riding me, again!

Heather continued, "Tom said are you sure you don't want to use a condom and I said no, I want to feel you come inside of me and feel your semen ooze out of me. Then taking his penis I lowered myself, feeling Tom first part my lips and then pushing him deeper and deeper into me until our pelvic bones met. 

I was riding him like this up and down, deeper, harder; suddenly I exploded from all of the wantonness and depravity and I didn't care I came and came and came. Then as I thought I was coming down I felt Tom swell inside me and felt his cum shoot inside me. I could feel jet after jet go into me and knew that he was only the second man to shoot his semen; his seed into me. 

I don't know what came over me but suddenly I was exploding again and again. As Tom began to shrink out of me, I rolled over next to him on the bed."

"Even afterwards, I was still on fire but I knew Tom would need time to recover."

Heather was still riding me with the same intensity, I had never seen her so wild and intense.

"After a while I got up followed by Tom. Standing again we embraced and kissed his hands running up and down my body. I reached for the Champaign bottle and took a giant swig to wet my parched lips and throat. Then I handed the bottle to Tom who also took a drink."

"Tom and I danced some more; our naked bodies pressed against each other. Tom's hands roamed all over my body making every one of my nerve endings come alive"

"Next, I saw the open balcony door and had a wicked thought. Totally nude, I walked out and took in the sights and sounds around me everything was alive; I didn't care if the whole world could see me. My body still felt on fire, my legs had our mixed sex juices running down making my legs and pubic area were sticky and cum crusted."

"Tom came up behind me and began to caress me anew. Nibbling my neck and ear lobes and massaging my breasts I could feel his hardness rubbing against my backside. He pulled me to him and he asked me to do something he had never done with his wife. Something you and I have never done, and I agreed.

He had me lean forward and I grasped the balcony railing while he was behind me. Then there was a cold, wet and slick sensation at my ass hole, lubricant, and then a finger pushing in, out, in, out; then two fingers. 'Relax' Tom said as I felt him position the head of his hard penis against my anus."

What had happened to Heather? We had never even discussed much less tried anal and now she....

"I don't know what happened I had never even considered doing this before and suddenly I knew it was going to happen. I have read about of course and had kind of considered it.

I relaxed myself as best I could as I felt Tom increase the pressure against my hole. Then little by little I felt his head opening me up, with the help of the lubricant, he pushed into me with a mix of pain and pleasure then with a flash of pain his head moved past my tight ring! 

Tom held his position allowing me to adjust to this new sensation. I was on fire from a combination pain, pleasure and lust. Then little by little Tom began to move in out in out until he was finally completely inside of me. I have never felt as full as he continued to drive himself into me and then Tom stiffened and I knew he was filling my bowels with his semen. 

He held himself in me until he slowly became limp. There was an audible suction sound as he pulled himself from me."

"Slowly I straightened up and went back into the room. Tom looked thoroughly spent and exhausted. We embraced one last time kissing deeply as I wrapped my hand around his balls and limp penis giving them a last little squeeze. Tom wanted my dress as a prize, so I pulled the sheet from the bed and loosely wrapped myself in it. I left my back exposed so that there would be no doubt about what I had done."

"I took the video camera that had been recording our action and my Champaign glass as a souvenir and left Tom's room."

Heather continued to move herself up and down; my head was swimming with lust and confusion. My body was reaching the point of no return and then suddenly I exploded as I had never before, sending my seed to mix with Tom's earlier contribution. Heather, my once shy Heather, exploded with me screaming like never before. 

Then she collapsed next to me and as we drifted off I said, "I like Heather rules."

I woke up an hour later. Heather had just finished showering and she emerged from the bathroom dripping wet.

Heather went to sit on the balcony to allow the breezes to dry her off. I followed behind her and embraced her from behind; confirming that she was mine once more.

She said "Oh, and by the way the hundred dollars? Tom gave me a thousand dollars before we started, so I guess it all cancels out."

"He paid you for sex," I stated.

Heather giggled and said, "Yes, he paid me. I guess that makes me a prostitute. How does my hubby feel about being married to a prostitute? Does my hubby like his slut wife?"

I leaned into her ear and whispered, "I love you and I will always love you. I like the things we have done so far; I have never been so turned on in my life. Besides I paid you to fuck him, too."

"Tom also gave me his email address saying he gets to Chicago a few times a year and that maybe we could meet again, if I wanted," Heather added.

Heather then said, "I'm hungry, all of this sex with two men has left me starving."

As I dressed, Heather quickly put on a halter and a skirt, no underwear. 

The rest of the night was just us as we dined and turned in early. Tomorrow would bring new adventure.



Heather Rules Ch. 07



Saturday morning, I woke up before Heather. Staring at the ceiling I was trying to come to grips with everything that had happened. Last Saturday, we had been the typical suburban Mid-western couple, married for over 10 years, 2 kids and always faithful to each other. Sex was always occasional and behind closed doors, but over the last week all of that has changed.

I thought back to the times I had read the loving wife stories and envisioned my beautiful and loving wife; romping around naked in public and having sex in different places.

Funny, I never saw me doing things with another woman but I had visualized my Heather being shared with another man and men as I had read the stories. It was Heather sucking another cock, Heather being fucked, Heather with a cock up her ass, Heather being double penetrated and Heather "air tight."

I was always waiting for Heather to come back to me and share with me her latest adventure as we made passionate love to each other, reaffirming our bond to one another.

It's interesting the way events have unfolded over the past week. I thought I was being brave when I asked Heather to not wear a bra on our two week trip to California. After all, what man does not love to see a woman's unfettered breasts covered only by a simple top and watch as her breasts freely dance as she moves? I was shocked but ecstatic when she agreed! 

I had caught all kinds of hell when Heather had discovered my online porn habits. I knew there was no chance of ever fulfilling any fantasies and frankly I only hoped for a normal sex life.

I was surprised to learn that my shy, conservative, Mid-western, God fearing, homemaker wife started reading the wife sharing stories from the internet; with one very big similarity. She visualized herself as the wife in the stories; exhibiting her nude body and being fucked by stranger men.

Now we are in California far from home where nobody knows us and she, well actually both of us, see this as a once in a lifetime opportunity to live the stories.

Surprisingly we have learned over the last week, in Southern California, out of state couples regularly come here to live the stories Additionally, the wife is offered not the husband; the husband only wants to have his wife live out the stories.

Over the past week, Heather had gone braless, topless and nude in public places. We had had sex in doorways, on the beach, on the balcony and in bed. She had even danced nude in an amateur contest and later fucked the living daylights out of me in our rental car parked on the side of the road. We never did find out who won the contest.

Then, yesterday, it had happened. At my insistence and with a bribe from me, Heather had sex with only her second man in her life. He had also paid her $1,000 which added Heather being a prostitute to the list. I had let my dick think for me and all negative emotions were tossed aside as I allowed my horniness to overtake me.

Another story Heather and I had found out we each liked involved auctioning the club members' wives to raise money for charity. In only a few short hours Heather is to be sold to the highest bidder in a charity auction. Heather will be another man's property until 6 PM Sunday!

As I try to internalize and assess all that has happened and is about to happen, I begin to examine Heather's naked body with a new appreciation. I realize that I have taken my lover for granted not really appreciating the gorgeous creature I married.

Why was I so fortunate to have married someone this beautiful?

I stare at the beauty of her face, framed by her flowing red hair. Her eyes when open are an amazing green with reddish-brown flecks and her nose is the perfect shape and size for her face. 

I study the lips I had kissed so many times over the last ten years; lips that until yesterday, had only kissed mine. Without lipstick, Heather's lips are a pale pink; warm, inviting, sensual.

I so wanted to lock my lips with Heather's and to passionately kiss those lips and savor the feeling of our tongues intertwined in furious lust.

Continuing; my gaze moves to her neck and shoulders. I have a new appreciation for Heather's milky white skin and the freckles that decorate it, more where the sun shines on her skin and then becoming fewer where her clothing covers the secret unseen places.

Now Heather's wonderful breasts, each slightly more than a handful, the left larger than the right. Smaller and firm when we first married they rode high on her chest. Ten years and two children have swelled their size and had moved lower on her chest. They are, even now, no less captivating.

I must control my urge to reach out and squeeze them lest I wake her. I am looking at them in a whole new way. I am intent on memorizing every inch of their beauty. 

I think of how they are regrettably usually trapped inside the confines of a bra but, at least on this trip, I have enjoyed watching them dance in freedom. I love the way Heather's breast look and move when she is braless.

I wince remembering how hurt Heather had been when she had caught me with porn on the computer. She had cried terribly from the painful betrayal. She took it to mean she no longer appealed to me, that I needed someone else. She did not understand how I could be seeing her in my mind as I looked and read.

I guess she understands now.

God, my dick is so hard I feel like it will burst.

My attention returns to her breasts with her delectable areolas, each about two inches in diameter, a darker pink than the milky white skin surrounding them. At the center, Heather's nipples each about the size of a pencil eraser, I study the ends and gaze intently at each bump and crease.

I refuse to give into the urge to reach out and take her nipples into my mouth and suck on them. 

Forcing myself to continue my visual exploration, I follow the curve of her chest, I admire her ribs as they expand and contract with Heather's breathing. I never really stopped to think how sensual looking the rest of Heather's chest was. Suddenly I have a mischievous temptation to tickle Heather's side but I do not want to wake her just yet.

I look lower still; my attention is drawn to the shiny jewel that hangs from Heather's new navel piercing. Just the week before we left Heather had seen a girl with one and commented on how slutty it looked. 

Was this Heather's way of making a statement about her new self?

I look with appreciation at the effect just a week of hard exorcise and training has had on Heather's mid section. The once more loose look that came from too many nights on the couch watching television is giving way to a sleek well toned appearance. 

I am going to have to exercise more or risk being left behind.

At last, the area between her legs, the place of untold pleasure. Bare skin could now be seen where only last week a thick bush of red hair grew. The lack of hair would remind one of the innocent look of a young girl except emerging from the twin white shells are the beautiful, pink, fully developed labia of a woman. Indeed, this was a grown woman who fully engages in the rights of pleasure available to a woman and not some child or giddy school girl.

How do I describe this most wondrous of sights? I try to take it all in, the pink flesh which in its not aroused state appears to be a single pink ribbon descending to the place I have found pleasure in so many times over the last ten years. The place that until yesterday; I, alone, had taken pleasure.

My hard on twitched; remembering the sight of Heather, naked in another man's arms, savoring the luxuriant pleasure that only Heather can provide. 

I peer intently at the protruding pink flesh looking for the line separating one from the other. The line which when my love is aroused opens like a flower to reveal the treasure hidden within. I look for the button that provides my lover intense pleasure but it is not to be seen as Heather sleeps.

Heather's position does not provide my prying eyes a view of her other mysterious places deeper between her legs. I must be satisfied with only what is available for me to see.

I settle on studying Heather's legs, smooth and silky white. They too are showing the positive effects of Heather's new interest in exercise.

Finally her feet and toes; dainty and feminine, I never really noticed that her big toe is shorter than the one next to it. Why haven't I taken the time to examine my lover's features before now? How sad that I have taken so much for granted.

Outside the day is dawning bright and new, like most southern California days, the sky is cloudless.

I place an order with room service for our breakfast and go into the bathroom to shower and shave and so all of the things necessary to prepare for a new day. My rock hard cock bounces painfully in front of me as I move. I replay the images of Heather's body in my mind.

I am dressed in my shorts as there is a knock at the door with the announcement of "room service."

Heather stirs slightly, but remains sleeping; exposed on the bed.

I start to cover her but think "why bother." I am more than happy to share the view of my wife's body with the person who is lucky enough to be delivering our breakfast.

Grabbing some money for a tip, I open the door to find Jason, the kid from the other night, making the delivery. Apparently, he was hoping for a chance at a second look. Lucky bastard.

I open the door to allow him to enter.

A look of pleasant surprise comes over his face as his mouth drops open and his eyes open wide to take in the sight of my naked wife on the bed.

"Here I'll take that," I tell him as I relieve him of his burden and permit him the opportunity to admire the naked beauty; a bulge forming in his pants.

Heather smelling breakfast; stirs from her slumber. She rubs her eyes and opens them to find Jason staring to her. Smiling she opens her legs to provide him an unfettered view of all of her womanly charms.

"You shouldn't do that dear," Heather says to me, "You'll scare the poor boy to death."

Heather is becoming noticeably more turned on as her inner lips swell and separate and the hidden button emerges from it hiding place.

Taking a finger Heather moistens it in her mouth before sliding it sensually between her newly opened crease.

Rising, Heather moves to Jason, puts her arm around him and guides him to the door saying, "I hope you liked my show, maybe we'll be able to play sometime next week. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

Jason has trouble walking as he stammers, "Yes ma'am."

Out in the hallway, my wife wave's good-bye as Jason stumbles down the hall and disappears.

Having let the door close behind her, Heather knocks for me to let her back in.

Heather, having let the door close behind her, must wait for me to open the door. Immediately, she tackles me and locks me in a lustful kiss; driving her tongue deep into my waiting mouth. 

Simultaneously, her hands have reached for the waist band of my shorts which are quickly pushed over my hips and hard on and drop at my feet on the floor.

Quickly, Heather pushes me back and throws me on the bed. The expression on Heather's face is of complete animal lust. Her eyes are wide and the pupils dilated. Heather's nostrils are flared as she prepares to attack and take her prey.

All six inches of my cock are standing straight up as Heather climbs onto the bed and straddles my hips. 

Seizing my dick roughly; Heather's nails dig into the flesh. In one solid thrust, she impales herself to the hilt. Showing no inhibition or hesitation, Heather grinds her clit against my pubic bone as my cock twists inside of her pussy. 

Heather lifts herself up until only the tip of my cock is in her and then slams herself down driving my cock into her completely. I feel the muscles of her vagina contract and release around my pole, rippling up and down the length of my cock and driving me wild with pleasure. Again and again, Heather drives and grinds herself on my cock, her love tunnel convulsing around me. 

Heather is squeezing her own breasts and squeezing her own nipples as she bucks on top of me. I witness another surprise as Heather lifts her left breast and sucks her own nipple into her mouth; sucking her own tit flesh deep into her mouth. With her other hand, she runs her hand through her red hair and moans as the tension builds in side of her; waiting for the point when it will be released.

She is fucking me, I am only along for the ride; a stiff to dick for her to use for her pleasure.

Unfortunately, I cannot hold back as I shoot my load deep into Heather's overheated pussy before she has reached her own orgasm.

Heather whimpers and has a disappointed look on her face as my spent cock slips from between the inflamed lips of her unsatisfied pussy.

I know what I have to do; the days of me getting my rocks off and leaving my lover wanting are over. I turn around on the bed and put my head between Heather's thighs.

I now have a cock's eye view of Heather's freshly fucked pussy and the ruby red, succulent flesh that runs the length of my lover's slit.

I look into Heather's approving eyes as she lowers her pussy to my eager, waiting lips. I stick my tongue out as far as it will go; straining to reach the reward I crave. Once again Heather impales herself on me; only this time with my tongue.

I flick my tongue in and out of her vagina; relishing the flavor of our combined love juices. Next, I use my tongue to lick between the rich, beautiful folds of Heather's womanhood. 

Heather sighs; approving of my oral ministrations.

I use my mouth to suck her lips deep into my mouth, nibbling lightly at the tender petals. Moving up, I lick and suck on Heather's clit like it was a small cock.

Heather is cooing her approval as I push her to new heights of bliss.

No longer satisfied with just my efforts, Heather begins to move her body to guide me to find the perfect spot to give her pleasure. Up and down, back and forth, in and out from ass hole to clit and back. Fluid flood from Heather's opening and I lap heartily at her fountain, savoring each rich drop as my reward. 

Heather drives herself to ever higher levels of excitement until........

"AH, AH, OH, mmmmmmmmmmmmh, ahahah, gasp, ahah, Oh my god, yes, yes, yes," Heather cries out in rapture as her orgasm overtakes her. She has never been vocal during our love making but now she has found her voice.

For my part, I have clamped my mouth on Heather's love region and greedily suck the resultant flow of the magic elixir that comes with Heather's cum.

Heather remains astride my face as she pants trying to catch her breath. I am trapped with my face buried deep in Heather's womanhood.

Heather finally regains her composure and releases me. I gasp to breathe and return oxygen to my brain.

Heather turns and embraces me and says, "I love you," as we tenderly kiss each other renewing our bound as husband and wife.

"I love you, too," I responded. "Heather, you are the most important person or thing in my life and I never want to lose you."

"I never want to lose you either Larry I want to always be married to you; although, I will no longer be yours only," Heather stated.

"I know, Heather, I know," I replied. "And while a small part of me is scared and hates the changes, another part of me is thrilled about living out the stories. 

When I was alone at night jacking off as I read those stories, it was you I imagined as the woman. You were the woman entertaining the men, you were the woman being fucked and shared and used by all comers. I never saw myself with another woman but somehow for some reason I wanted you to be that woman.

God help me, but it turns me on more than you can imagine. And doing the things we have done and watching you and being with you and knowing the things you have done this week just makes me love you all the more. 

I realize now what a selfish bastard I have been pleasuring only myself and leaving you wanting satisfaction. I never want to do that to you again.

While technically you are a prostitute now and, at least on this trip, I will have to share you with other men I will always love you and want to be your husband."

"Oh Larry, that's so sweet, even though you are a pervert" Heather says. "I want you always as my husband, too. In all honesty, when I read the stories I see myself as that woman; weird isn't it?

I do not know what is going to happen when we are back home in Chicago we'll just have to wait and see but for now per our agreement I know there is still another week of Heather Rules. 

Where's breakfast, I'm starving."

We talked as we leisurely ate our breakfast. I sat so that I had a complete view of Heather. I do not remember a time I had an unfettered view of Heather's nude body. It seems like she had always rushed to cover up when I had caught her nude but now she seemed to enjoy being constantly on display. 

Heather talked excitedly about the things she had experienced over the last week, about dancing nude, feeling many new hard cocks and being with Tom yesterday. 

Then she starts to talk about today, saying "I can't believe I'm going to be sold at auction," and "I'm going to be the property of another man" and "I wonder how much I will bring?" and "what will I have to do?" I watched as the flesh between her legs quivered and twitched from her excitement.

We called home and talked to the folks and the kids for a while and then it was time to prepare Heather for the auction block. 

Heather entered the shower and to her surprise, I joined her. Heather started to say something but I pressed my fingers to her lips and immediately she understood; I was going to prepare her. 

Taking the shampoo bottle, I washed and rinsed Heather's beautiful red hair. I next took shaving cream and covered Heather's legs. Using a brand new razor I removed every trace of hair from her legs and under her arms. Soaping a wash cloth, I proceeded to thoroughly wash Heather's body. I took particular care to clean Heather's private places of any traces of me. 

Heather had drifted into another world. Her eyes stared blankly and she was deep in thought, no doubt recalling the story of the woman sold at the charity auction. That story had also been a favorite of mine to imagine Heather in and now the story is going to happen for real.

Only after I was satisfied that I had been removed and only Heather remained did I turn off the water and use a towel to dry the water from Heather's naked body.

I positioned Heather at the mirror; standing arms at her sides. Using her comb, brush and hair dryer, I took my time to style Heather's hair; wanting to make it perfect.

Finishing I stood back to admire my work; Heather smiled her approval.

I went into the bedroom to retrieve the garment she was to wear. Though made from expensive cloth it resembled a pillow case with cutouts for the arms and head; meant to prepare the wearer for her new status.

When I returned, Heather was obediently standing with her arms at her sides.

Raising her arms straight out to the front, I slipped the garment on her. Lifting her arms straight over her head, I pulled the garment down her arms and slipped her head through the hole in the top. With her arms still over her head, I smoothed the cloth the rest of the way down her body.

Standing back to admire my work, I twirled Heather around. With her arms raised, the bottom of Heather's butt crack and half of her slit were exposed. I lowered her arms; her private areas were barely covered.

It was now time to leave.

Funny, my cock had remained flaccid the whole time I prepared Heather but now knowing it was time to take my lover to the auction block and sold as a slave, to a yet to be determined owner; my cock quickly raised to full hardness.




Heather Rules Ch. 07



Heather smiled and dropped to her knees and reached for my hardness but I retreated, not letting her touch me because she was not mine. She is property, chattel to be sold to another man. Not until she returns to me will I be allowed intimate contact with my love.

As I dress, I evaluated my feelings. In my head I knew that I should stop this now and turn us back into the couple we were last week. I had only asked Heather to go braless, nothing more. What kind of a husband am I; to allow; even encourage my wife to do the things she has? 

Now we were involved in so much more. Heather had even had sex with another man and now was I really prepared to watch her be sold at auction to be used as another man's property.

Hell, yeah!

I had never been so horny, and Heather had never been so turned on, plus she orgasmed, repeatedly. In ten years of marriage, I do not recall her having an orgasm even once but this last week she as climaxed explosively every time. And we have never done it so often, in so many positions, or in public. The only down side to today is after she is sold, I will not see her until after 6:00 PM tomorrow.

Heather seems more alive, more exciting. She is more radiant and happier than I can remember.

Heather stands deep in thought biting her lips nervously.

Dressed, I open the door. Heather, looking doe eyed, walks through the door and into the elevator. No words are spoken; we are resolved to complete the task ahead of us.

The doors of the elevator open and all eyes seem to look at Heather as we walk through the lobby. Heather smiles confidently as we walk, she is no doubt flashing her butt cheeks and slit as she moves. Her braless breasts move magnificently, dancing within their cover the way only unrestrained breasts can move. Her stiff, excited nipples make points in the fabric. 

I stare intently at her chest; this is exactly what I had in mind when I asked her to go braless. I love watching women who are braless move, nothing seems more natural.

Reaching the valet parking area, we must wait as the Mustang is brought up. It is still fairly early on Saturday morning so the valets are not very busy.

All eyes gaze lustfully at Heather as she stands lost in her thoughts, hands at her sides staring blankly ahead. A small breeze blows the hem of Heather abbreviated garment exposing her slit to everyone's hungry stares. Her pussy lips, separated by Heather's state of arousal, can clearly be seen swollen and moist from the flow seeping from Heather's pussy.

The car arrives and the attendant opens Heather's door. He holds her hand as she steps in; Heather's garment rises ever higher until his hungry eyes are provided a full close up look at my lover's bare sex. Heather sits legs spread wide making no effort to cover herself as his eyes remained fixed to her wide open pussy.

I clear my throat to get the attendant's attention; coming back to reality he blushes and closes Heather's door. And we are off.

Heather remains as she had seated; her garment around her waist and her body exposed from the waist down. A moist spot forms on the seat's fabric as Heather remains deep in thought.

Traffic is light and we arrive a few minutes before our appointed time and we have to wait. The building, just an ordinary warehouse, is next to the Gentlemen's Club Heather danced at on Thursday night. Nothing discloses its true purpose.

Rolling doors on either end provide a private entrance for the participants to drive directly into the building; the buyers' entrance was on the opposite side of the building from the entrance we are to use.

Time passes slowly. In my mind I see Heather, naked, on the auction block as the auctioneer solicits bids from the buyer. The prices go higher and higher until the auctioneer shouts "Sold."

I looked at Heather but she stares straight ahead a blank but determined look on her face. No words were spoken; none were necessary.

I take this time to memorize every feature of my love, the curve of her cheeks, the form of her nose, her glistening green eyes, and her lips so kissable. I look at her neck and at the way she swallows. I stare at her braless breasts as the rise and fall within her garment as she breaths. 

Lowering my gaze, I take in the sight of her uncovered womanhood; the place that had provided me with so much pleasure over the last ten years. Until yesterday, mine was the only cock to have enjoyed slipping in and out of its warm confines. I wanted to burn the image into my soul; knowing that in only a few short moments it, no, she would be the sold as property to another man.

My cock strains at the cloth confining it; I want to touch it, I want her to touch it, I want to grab Heather and throw her on the hood of the car and make love to her. Alas, it is not to be for the transfer was made at the hotel and only awaits consummation.

The time comes and I pull in front of the rolling door. I take the access card Heather had provided me earlier and slide it through the card reader. A part of me hopes it would not work that somehow, some way we will not be allowed entrance and we could return to our lives.

The door comes to life and rises; higher and higher until it reaches its full height. I can feel my heart beating within my chest, my mouth is dry and I can only take shallow breaths. Heather sits emotionless, staring into the dark cavern beyond.

Swallowing hard I pulled forward into the darkness and hear the door slowly close behind as we pass from our old world. 

Once inside I see three people, a large man and a smaller man on my side and a familiar looking woman on Heather's side. It's Brittney from the dance club; apparently she is the broker for this deal too. 

Stopping, the large guy opens my door; motioning for me to step out. Brittney, her smiling face beaming, opens Heather's door.

Brittney breaks the silence, "Good for you girlfriend, you're going to love this and the proceeds are going to serve such a good cause. I have told all of our best customers about you and have had all kinds of queries. You're going to do good! Maybe, you'll break the record, won't that be wonderful?

Now, Larry you go with Jake; Jeffery is going to park your car. Larry, I'll come and get you after I am through with Heather.

Heather, come with me."

Silently, Heather walks with Brittney to a door, looks back at me one last time and disappears through the opening. Gone. I suddenly feel totally alone.

Dazed and confused but horny as hell, I follow Jake as he escorts me through another entrance to a small room with only a metal folding chair and a flat screen TV. I enter the room and the door is locked as it is shut behind me. I sit in the chair and replay this morning's events in my mind. The vision of Heather is fresh; I can clearly see in my mind the look of her face, her breasts and sex.

My cock is hard but I refuse the impulse to rub my shaft and give myself the relief it so urgently craves. This after all is about Heather not me.

Time has slowed to a crawl as I wait, wait, wait..........

The door opens. Jake is back. I rise and mindlessly follow him down a dimly lit hall until we come to another door. Jake opens it and I walk into a well lit, beautifully and expensive decorated office.

At the desk, Brittney sits ever her bubbly self.

"Larry, I'm just so happy you two came. Rarely, some of my clients do get cold feet but I had no doubt you and Heather would be here. I hope all of yours and Heather's fantasies are playing out.

Heather told me all about her and Tom and your bribe; really big step. I must say you've totally gotten into living out the wife sharing stories.

I know you've repeatedly read the story of a club selling the members wives at a monthly charity slave auction, that story is always a favorite for husbands and wives. I bet you always saw Heather as the property being sold, didn't you.

"Yes," I was barely able to say.

"I knew it, happens all the time. We do the same thing except on a grander scale with wealthier buyers.

I have just finished with Heather and she has just reaffirmed her choices and her agreement from Thursday. Her physical and blood work done Thursday all came back excellent. There will be follow ups when you return home; all handled through our network. 

I know this is all new to you, I know Heather only explained a little; so let me explain what is happening. At the moment, Heather is being prepared by our expert beauticians. She is simply going to look more gorgeous than ever.

As explained to Heather and you need to understand; Heather has agreed to offer herself for auction. She is to be sold to the highest bidder and she will become his property until 6 tomorrow night. She will be his property, he will own her. He will order her to do as he wishes, subject to the terms Heather has already chosen and agreed to, and she is to obey.

Does this make sense to you, do you understand?"

"Yes," I responded hoarsely, my cock pulsating in my pants.

"Good," Brittney continued. "Now you think this is illegal and it is, we cannot enforce this agreement in the courts, but our customers are very powerful people they can greatly enhance your life or they can ruin your life. Heather's owner will abide by his agreement and he and we expect you and Heather to also honor your word. Agreed?"

"Agreed," I reply.

Brittney came around the desk to sit beside me. Smirking, she stared at the huge bulge in my pants. With her right hand, she reached over and firmly wrapped her fingers around my clothing covered erection.

This startled me; broke some of the tension and caused me to suck air in from between my clenched teeth.

"Looks like someone is excited about selling his wife," Brittney said delightedly, her hand squeezing me with each syllable to emphasize her words.

With a delighted look on her face Brittney pulled the agreement close to me and began her explanation.

"The agreement number is 2008041903. This is the identifying number for Heather. All documents and correspondence will refer to her as this number. Heather's right butt cheek will be tattooed with this number along with our logo but it will only be visible using a special light. This is always a highlight and increases the excitement; adding just a touch of realism, sold and branded. Trust me, a perv like you is going to love it.

Every time Heather is auctioned she will receive a new tattoo."

"Every time?" I ask, startled by her statement.

"Oh, yes." Brittney replies. "Wait until you see how exciting this is! You'll both want to do this again, but we will only allow Heather to be auctioned once a year. Her current owner may make arrangements to keep using her but we can work that out later.

As a precaution, a GPS tracking device will also be inserted somewhere in her body; only we will know where. All of this is for our tracking and identification purposes."

"Have you ever done this?" I ask.

"No," Brittney answered, "I am more of a 'Julie your cruise director' type. I like to see other people live their fantasies and I make a good living at it but right now I'm more interested in finding the right guy. Who knows maybe after I have been married for ten years..........

Anyway, the first part of the agreement is non-negotiable. Period. Heather is to be sold at auction to the highest bidder for her owner's sexual pleasure. As you have read in the wife sharing stories on the internet this includes oral, vaginal and anal sex. She may be involved with multiple partners, gang bangs, interracial including black partners and same sex partners. 

Everything is subject to being videoed and photographed; you may or may not receive copies. None will ever be publically available though, our customers are both discreet and possessive. 

Anything and everything is at the discretion of her owner. Read, initial every page and sign at the places indicated."

I read each page detailing what was to be expected of my wife initialing as I finished each page. It was like sitting at the computer and reading the wife sharing stories. I was a voyeur as images of Heather were formed in my brain; my wife was being fucked in every hole and sucking other men's cocks. I visualized Heather lost in a fog of orgasmic pleasure as one man was followed by another and another. 

Reaching the last page of the first section there was a sticky note indicating "sign here." I noticed Heather had already signed once on Thursday and again today.

Brittney chimed in, "All of our property must read and sign the agreement twice with at least a two day waiting period in between. This is a serious transaction and you have every opportunity to back out before the agreement is finalized but once you sign there is no turning back. Your wife will go on the auction block and sold to the highest bidder. 

You can back out now and only the confidentiality agreement will bind you, sign and you are committed."

I took a moment, stared at the paper. Both signatures were Heather's, this is what she wanted. Ah hell, let's face it; this is what I wanted too, for Heather to be the wife in the stories and for me to be the husband.

I could not believe how turned on I was. My imagination was running wild, my cock was twitching, my nostrils were flared, my eyes wide with lust and my heart beating from my chest.

I took the pen and signed.

"Fantastic," Brittney exclaimed; breaking me from my trance. "You are going to be so excited you two did this!"

"The remaining pages are for items of a more extreme nature; bondage, S & M, pregnancy, fetishes, body modification, etc." Brittney continued her explanation. "An answer of maybe is neither a yes nor a no but is subject to everyone's mutual agreement later. Review each item and initial each choice and sign on the last page."

Heather had answered some and slight to most; body modification was a maybe, I wonder if she has anything in mind, but her answer of maybe to pregnancy startled me. 

I had never envisioned myself as a cuckold. Heather pregnant with another man's baby. Everyone knows I have had a vasectomy; so they will know the baby is not mine. Was I ready to face that? Yes, I initialed my agreement.

I reached the final page and signed. The decision was now final my wife is to be owned.

"Now look at the camera and read the following inserting you name where appropriate." Brittney commanded.

I had missed the video camera earlier but did as instructed.

"I, Larry Jones, have freely and willingly agreed to have my wife, property number 2008041903, sold at auction to the highest bidder. I acknowledge that this agreement is binding and that my wife is subject to her owner."

Brittney reached over and ran her hand up and down my bulge and said, "Excellent. You will watch your wife auctioned from a special seat, our patrons will see you but you will not see them. 

Heather is now being dressed and prepped. First, as a warm up, bidders are going to bid on the clothes Heather is wearing. These are all designer items and worth a fortune. Heather is going to be absolutely stunning. As a bonus, Heather will receive duplicates of the items when she returns to home.

The winning bidder is allowed to remove their purchase from Heather's body. Once stripped bare she will remain nude until allowed coverings by her owner. Her feet and ankles will be manacled and she will be tattooed as we all watch.

After that she will be taken back to the inspection area where the buyers and their agents will have the chance to examine the property.

She will remain in the inspection area until it is her turn to be auctioned.

You will watch from your special seat as Heather is auctioned. Once sold, you will put this anklet around your wife's ankle. 

It really is great fun and the proceeds go to a children's charity, the buyer pays us a buyer's fee and I receive a commission, just so you have all of the facts. Heather will bring a really high price!

Oh, I dare you not to shoot your load." Brittney added with a sly, knowing smile.

Our business concluded Brittney ran her and over my hardon one more time and gave me a peck on the cheek.

I returned to my waiting room, too turned on to sit I paced the floor; my mind racing with images of my wife, naked, being sold at auction and then latter fulfilling the commands of her owner. 

The door opened but instead of Jake, David Pepper, the police officer who had tried to trick Heather and arrest her for prostitution came in.

My first thought is we have been busted.

"Don't worry," David said, "I'm not on duty. I head security for this place; one of the extra benefits of being a police officer. Thought you might like some company, the waiting's hell.

I can't wait to see your wife auctioned she is one hot momma."

"Yea, I know," I had to agree.

We continued to talk and were becoming fast friends when David's beeper went off and he announced, "Alright, its time!"

Blindfolded I was led to my seat. With the blindfold removed I knew I was seated in a small auditorium. My seat was screened on three sides and David was seated next to me but I could not see anyone else. 

On the stage, were two raised platforms, one had a single, ten foot high, upright, rough, round post with a large ring at the top. The other platform had two posts with a cross beam about waist high. Both platforms had a series of rings attached to the floor. These platforms were obviously used to restrain and display the merchandise.

Just to my left, a runway ran passed me into the audience; so the customer can get a close view of the auction item.

On my right the auctioneer, dressed in a tuxedo, stood behind a podium.

The auctioneer started," Gentlemen the next items up for bid are worn by 2008041903, gorgeous redhead. You're going to want her; I only wish I could bid on this one......."

Heather entered the brightly lit stage as beautiful as I had ever seen her; she almost seemed to be glowing. She walked the stage presenting her designer dress; presenting her. She danced seductively past me down the runway out of my sight.

She must have been putting on quite a show as the prices kept getting higher and higher.

$50,000, $60,000....I could not believe the prices the auctioneer was quoting.

"Sold to bidder 51 for $150,000 you may claim your purchase," the auctioneer announced.

Bidder 51 came on stage and unzipped the dress and took great pleasure in squeezing Heather's tits and ass as he removed the dress from my wife's body. 

Heather for her part made a great show of being stripped feigning surprise and shock at the boldness of the stranger. As Bidder 51 turned to leave with his prize, Heather wrapped her arms around him and gave him a deep passionate kiss.

Her shoes were sold next, $50,000; the bidder managing to cop a feel of Heather's panty covered mound.

Heather's lingerie, La Perla I think, was to be sold as a set meaning the winning bidder would be allowed to strip Heather bare. 

The auctioneer started, $50,000, $100,000, $500,000 higher $800,000, $1,000,000. $1,250,000 going once, going twice. Sold! To bidder 3.

As bidder 3 came to Heather she embraced him lustfully and began to kiss him passionately; allowing him unfettered access to the most intimate areas of her body. Somehow he managed to undo the clips holding her stockings and they drifted to the floor baring her legs. The garter belt was quickly removed and dropped to the floor.

Breaking their embrace, bidder 3 reached behind Heather and undid her bra. He slid his hands inside the cups and the bra slowly made its way down and off Heather's arms. Bidder 3 continued to fondle Heather's breasts as she ran her hands over her own body and through her own hair.

Heather's back was to the audience as we watched his hands drift down Heather's back to the G-string. His right hand continued down Heather's ass crack until his middle finger made contact with her ass hole. 




Heather Rules Ch. 07



Heather jumped but made no effort to move away.

His left hand made its way done Heather's front until the middle finger slipped into the folds of Heather's sex. The g-string hit the floor and Heather was naked.

Bidder 3 was obviously very interested in Heather as he continued to thoroughly get a feel of the merchandise that would soon be offered for bid.

The auctioneer cleared his throat, and bidder 3 reluctantly left the stage. 

I knew he would be an enthusiastic bidder when Heather was offered for sale.

Heather turned to face the audience and put her hands behind her head. Three men also in tuxedos came onto the stage. One was holding the shackles meant for my wife, another held a cat o' nine tails whip and a cattle prod, and I wasn't sure what the third had.

Seeing the whip, Heather's face showed a real concern.

The one with the shackles commanded, "Spread your legs!" 

The one with the whip gave her a stroke causing Heather to jump. As it turned out, the whip was for show not to do real harm because it did not leave any marks but must have stung. Still it had a realistic effect.

Heather was quick to comply and the shackles were attached to her ankles and then clipped together. Heather would only be able to take short steps.

"Hands in front." and another wack from the whip. As Heather's hands were manacled together. A chain was attached to the manacles to lead Heather around.

I had a perfect front row seat to watch Heather's tattooing.

"Walk" said the guy holding the chain as the other guy stung her with the cattle prod.

With some effort, Heather was able to get on the platform. She was turned facing the beam with her back to the audience.

Her shackles were unclipped and the chain on her right foot was attached to a ring to the right. The guy took the chain attached to her left foot and commanded, "Spread."

Heather did as commanded as her legs were spread wide, the muscles in her legs straining and the chain attached to a ring on the left. Next, the guy took the chain on Heather's manacles and pulled forward causing Heather to bend over the bar at the waist. That chain was attached to a ring, too. Heather was now securely held.

As Heather was being bent over the bar, I focused on Heather's bottom, which was barely 5 feet in front of me. When Heather was upright only the crack between her buns was visible but as she was bent over the bar, the effect was like watching her sex open like a flower blooming. 

First her puckered opening appeared, followed by the pink, enticing entrance to her love tunnel. I sat watching in amazement as her pink nether lips first split and then literally bloom like flower petals as they emerged from their hiding place, soft and shiny from the moisture covering them.

My mouth watered and I wet my lips; wanting to lick the love dew from the pink petals. 

The third guy came forward and I realized he was the tattoo artist. Oddly, he was wearing one of those flashlight things on his head but I could not see any light coming from it.

The tattoo guy set about his work on Heather's right butt cheek. I could hear Heather whimper from time to time but I could not tell if it was from the sting of the tattoo needle or from the way the guy was slipping his fingers in and out of Heather's pussy and ass.

Finished with his task, the guy moved away, except for some redness, I did not see anything different. Then the guy shined his light on Heather's right butt cheek. The special light made her id number 2008041903 and the logo visible in glowing red numbers.

As a conclusion to the first auction, the whip guy whipped Heather's back and butt with six blows. Causing her to twitch and struggle against her bonds.

No real harm was done but curiously, I watched as the wetness coming from Heather's vagina increased noticeably. In fact, a drop collected at Heather's clitoris, hung tenaciously for a moment, before falling to the floor.

Heather's manacles and shackles were clipped back into place and the chain guy led Heather, hobbled by her fetters, from the stage. The whip guy poked her with the cattle prod a couple of times just for fun.

I had to stop rubbing my hardon with my hand over my pants in order to not ejaculate.

I was blindfolded and David escorted me back to my waiting room. David removed my blindfold and said, "No offense but I'd love to get a piece of your wife's ass. She has a fine looking pussy. I bet she just milks the cum out of you." 

"No offense taken," I replied as an image of David fucking Heather flashed in my mind and the seed of a plan was planted.

Brittney came in and said, "I thought you would like to see the merchandise on display before the customers start their examination."

When the screen came to life I could see Heather, naked inside of what can best be described as a cattle stall complete with a straw covered floor. She stood, feet shackled and hands manacled, biting her lip, her eyes showing a high state of arousal. Heather was available for hands on inspection by her potential owners.

Brittney, smiling, had taken the liberty of rubbing my stiff cock through my pants. 

The television went black; Brittney and David left. "I'll be back to get you when it is time to auction your wife," David promised.

Then there was silence. My mind was racing as random visions flashed across it. I sat in the chair trying to capture the memory of what I had just witnessed. I thought I would go crazy when the TV suddenly came back to life bring my lust crazed mind something to focus on. 

The TV started playing a video replay of the auction I had just witnessed. I leaned back to watch trying not to rub myself; at least I would not have to strain my brain to remember what I had just witnessed.

My lust induced trance was broken by David coming for me. The procedure was the same blindfold-walk-sit in seat in auditorium.

The auctioneer began, "Next item 2008041903 as described in your catalog is a thirty-one year old, fertile, married, mid-western female, red hair, borne two children, husband is fixed.....................

Heather was led onto the stage, positioned on the platform with the post. The chain attached to her manacles was fed through the ring and her arms were stretched above her head. This time the chain was pulled so tight that she had to stand on tip toes. 

My god, what a horny site, Heather's body was severely stretched and she struggled to stay on the tips of her toes. Stretched as she was, every straining muscle could be seen. 

The best part were her breasts, stretched and lifted, there was only a little jiggle as she moved. I had to laugh, a week ago all I wanted was to see her display her braless breasts, now she was naked and displayed for the world to see.

"Gentlemen, remember the proceeds of this sale are for charity and as always bidding will begin at $100,000," the auctioneer stated.

It had begun; the sale of my wife. After this she would be owned by another man.

"I have $1,000,000 do I have $1,100,000. I have $1,100,000. $1,100,000 can I have $1,200,000....... $5,000,000 going once, $5,000,000 going twice, I have $5,100,000...

"$5,100,000, I have gentlemen can I have more. $5,100,000 going once, $5,100,000 going twice, sold to bidder number 3 for the excellent price of $5,100,000. Enjoy your purchase sir I am sure she will provide you with much pleasure," the auctioneer said. 

Heather was removed from the post and brought forward to stand in front of me.

I pulled the anklet from my pocket and stared up at Heather's face. She was absolutely beaming!

I slipped the chain around my lover's ankle; latched the ends. Looking up to Heather again I mouthed the words, I love you.

She was then led off the stage. My wife the love of my life had just been sold and I was left alone. I sat back in my seat and realized I had just ejaculated in my pants without touching myself.

As David put my blindfold on he said, "Damn she was so close to the record. I thought for sure she'd make it. Oh well, being number 2 is pretty good."

David led me to my car. No other cars could be seen. 

David shook my hand, "I'll see you around the hotel. Remember Heather will be brought back here tomorrow. You will be able to pick her up here after 6:00 PM."

I nodded my head and got into the car and said, "You know David, next week, if you're not busy and Heather feels like it maybe you can join us for dinner one night."

David had a knowing smile and said, "I just might do that."

I looked at the time, 11:00 AM. I still had two hours before I had to meet Jeannie.



Heather Rules Ch. 09



Alone in our hotel room after a sleepless night, I was trying to come to grips with the events of yesterday. Funny, what had been such a turn on yesterday when my reason was numbed by lust; had during the night turned into great concern for my Heather's safety. After all, what does a man expect when he pays over $5,000,000 for a woman? What will he do to her over the 36 hours she is in his possession?

I had watched the DVD of Heather's sale almost a dozen times since yesterday. Each viewing served to numb my mind with lust as I repeatedly masturbated as I relived the auction.

At least, the ointment Jeannie had given me made the lash marks and welts disappear although some of the soreness remained. That is the point, I guess, just a little pain to remind me to pay attention in class.

Still I relive the sensation of having a woman toy with my cock and balls with her sneaker clad foot or having my cock and balls trapped inside of her sneaker as her bare foot massages them.

I will never be able to see a woman in white canvas rubber soled shoes again without shuddering and getting a hardon. 

The phone rings stirring me from my lust hungry stupor. To my surprise, Jane, the wife of the owner of the company I work for, is calling. 

I explain that Heather is not available and to my surprise she says "I know. I was really calling to check on you."

Over the next hour Jane and I talked about everything and nothing. I realize now her wisdom had come from years of experience. Her concluding comments took me aback as she said, "Don't worry about Heather, she is having the time of her life and I am sure she will have a lot to share with you."

What is that suppose to mean I thought as I hung up the phone?

The remaining hours passed slowly. I walked around the hotel and the beach. I barely noticed the bikini clad young women; my thoughts were instead focused on Heather and her return to me.

I ran into one of guys in the class named Don and struck up a conversation and we ended up having lunch. As we talked we eventually got around to discussing our backgrounds.

"Married," I asked.

"No," Don replied, "but I truly like to find women to enjoy the fringe benefits, if you know what I mean? Although the pickings around here have been slim. You might say I am suffering from lackanookie. How about you?"

Instantly, my cock was hard as I remembered one of my favorite stories about a husband pimping his wife. I had jacked off many times as I had read the story; except it was Heather as the wife and me as the pimp husband. Do I really want to go down this path, I thought to myself? 

Nervously, I decided to see how this would play out and replied. "Yea, I've been married ten years but I know what you mean by lackanookie, but I did run into this one woman from Chicago. She's here on vacation but she also wants to earn some of the cost of her vacation while she's here, if you know what I mean?"

"Really, is she pretty; is she good, is she here?" Don asked excitedly.

"Oh yeah, she's beautiful, redheaded fairly slim but not too skinny and she is definitely the best I have ever had. (Not a lie, Heather is the only one I have ever had.) I haven't seen her today but if I see her I will try and set something up for you."

"You sound like her pimp."

"So how much?" Don asked.

"Hay, I'm just trying to help a fella out." I replied.

"OK, OK, sorry. So how much." Don said.

"Well, she starts at $500 for a straight fuck and suck with extra charges for other services, if you know what I mean and of course a tip if you're really pleased. And yes, she is the best; I'm hard right now just thinking about her." I replied and I was not lying. "Maybe I can set you up for tomorrow after class, whadda ya say?" As I tried to close the deal.

"Right now I'd probably pay anything for a piece of ass and $500 is a bargain if she is only half as good as you say she is." Don answered.

The deal was closed. All I had to do was to get Heather to play along.

The rest of the meal was filled with discussions of sex and Don pumping me for information on Heather. Needless to say I stayed hard as I tried to recall the internet story's details and visualize Heather working Don over for money and pleasure.

We finished lunch and parted as Don said, "I'm really looking forward to getting laid, God I can't wait!"

I got in the car and drove around; repeatedly passing the topless club where Heather had performed Thursday night and the warehouse where she had been auctioned yesterday. My cock hardened at the memory of my Heather's lustful performance in front of an audience of strangers.

I parked in the same place I had parked yesterday and stared at the roll up door. Memories of yesterday's events flooded my mind causing my cock to become fully erect.

Finally the cell phone I had been given rang. Brittney's forever cheerful voice chirped, "Thinking about yesterday and rubbing our stiff dick aren't you? I'm texting you the address of where you can pick up Heather, since there is no way you would remember it if I told you. She will have a lot to tell you; although these won't be the stories you will be able to tell the grand kids." Brittney giggled as she hung up.

Speeding to the address I received, I parked outside of an exclusive spa; the ever perky Brittney was there to greet me.

"I had to be here to see you two love birds reunited." Brittney said giving me a peck on the cheek. "Almost makes me wish I were married."

Then at the top of the stairs appeared the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen in my life. Heather appeared goddess like, glowing, the evening sun backlighting her, making the thin material of her dress translucent and providing the perfect silhouette of her nude body beneath.

I stood motionless forgetting even to breath staring at the beautiful vision before me. Nothing mattered to me at that moment except my Heather, my wife.

Brittney broke me from my trance as she placed her mouth next to my ear and breathily whispered, "Don't you think you should go get your wife?"

Instantly, I was across the street and up the stairs to embrace my love. Our lips met in a kiss filled with love and passion.

Other than looking a little tired Heather appeared to be fine. "Are you OK?" I asked. "Are you hurt anywhere? Did you have a good time?"

Heather pressed her finger against my lips and said, "It was wonderful and I will tell you everything I can remember later but first take me to dinner I'm starving."

I quickly escorted Heather to car and drove off leaving a grinning Brittney in our dust.

Heather sitting in her seat had a dreamy far off look on her face; her right hand diddling her clit through the material of her dress.

At dinner, Heather took the time to call home and talk to the kids and the folks. I was on pins and needles wanting to know about all of the "good parts" of her adventure but she just put me off. "Later babe," was all she would say and change the conversation.

Instead, Heather needed this time to catch her breath and take stock of all that had happened in the last 2 days. She wanted my affirmation and reassurance that I accepted her as my wife. 

Quietly, Heather began to unburden her heart.

"Well, I know you read and signed the contract agreeing to sell me and you watched as I was striped and displayed and then sold. What you also need to know is I have been a very bad little girl. After all a man doesn't pay $5,000,000 for a girl and only expect a kiss. As for my marriage vow about keeping myself always only for you, well I have totally ground that one into the dust. I guess Larry I just....."

"Heather," I interrupted, "I love you. Do you understand that? Really? I love you and only you. I have spent many hours stoking my cock reading stories and visualizing you as the woman in the stories; now seeing you and knowing you are actually living out the stories makes me even hornier. 

As for marriage vows, if I agree to what you are doing how can you break the vow?"

A broad smile came across Heather's face as she leaned over and tenderly kissed me and squeezing my hard dick at the same time to confirm the truth of what I had said.

I, in turn, started to run my hand up inside of her right thigh but she stopped me saying, "Not now, I want to enjoy just being with you."

I pulled my hand back and said, "OK."

"Oh, and by the way just to prove my point further, I was sort of busy today making a deal at lunch." I said.

"Really, how so?" Heather asked.

"Well, do you remember the story of the husband pimping his wife to a guy he met while out of town?" I asked.

"Yes, it's one of my favorites," Heather replied.

"If you want to play along I've set you up with a date with a guy from my class named Don and receive $500 as a start with bonuses for 'extras' and maybe a tip." I stated.

"Does he know I'm your wife?" Asked Heather.

"No, does that make a difference? I told him you are from Chicago and are looking to recoup some of the cost of your vacation and that you were the best I had ever had." I answered.

Smiling Heather replied, "Maybe I'll be your whore or maybe I won't, my husband who is also now my pimp. I'll decide tomorrow." Heather gave me another deep passionate kiss to confirm her excitement.

The rest of dinner was uneventful; we talked, held hands and made eyes at each other the way new lovers do. 

The drive to the hotel was much the same as Heather cuddled up next to me as best she could with my arm around her shoulders. She looked absolutely radiant; the most beautiful woman in the world. It was heavenly to have my wife, my Heather, back in my arms.

I parked the car at a scenic overlook to watch the sun go down. Soon we were making out like to teenagers. Our mouths were locked in deep, passionate kissing; our tongues intertwining, probing and savoring our mutual love. 

I tried to let my hands roam to Heather's more interesting parts but Heather moved my hands back to allowable areas each time. This was my time to court Heather anew.

Suddenly, bright search lights were shining on us and blue lights flashed behind. A voice on a loud speaker demanding we stay in the car with our hands where they could be seen. A policeman came to my side of the car and asked for driver's license and registration. He also asked for Heather's identification which she did not have. 

A smirk came across the officer's face as I told him she is my wife. He used his flashlight to give Heather a once over. From the way she was dressed, it was obvious she was not hiding anything.

The policeman took my information back to his car and indistinct radio chatter could be heard. After about twenty minutes he returned and stated, "Okay, you check out but lady you need to keep your identification with you in the future. You say you two are married so you must have a room. Use it. This is not a place for public displays of affection." Then with a knowing smile he added, "Oh, and you folks have a nice night."

Having regained our freedom, we left the scene of the crime. Once we were away from the policeman, Heather and I had a hearty laugh which served to break some of the tension we were each feeling.

The drive to our hotel and our return to our room was uneventful, although we did hold hands and stare into each other's eyes. Nothing else in the world mattered except us.

Back in our room, Heather led me through the darkened room to the balcony. Once again we were locked in passionate kissing. We held each other tight, I was in heaven having her braless breasts pressed hard against my body. 

Suddenly my pants were at my ankles and Heather was unbuttoning my shirt. I was so focused on the intensity of our passion; I do not know when she started removing my clothes. I was nude almost before I was aware of what was going on.

Another passionate kiss, our bodies locked against each other; my cock forced against her stomach and her breasts pressing ever harder against my body, separated only by the thin cloth of Heather's garment. Never in ten years of marriage had I known Heather to be so aggressive.

In a single swift movement, Heather removed her covering over her head, allowing it to float carefree over the balcony and glide into the world beyond.

Happily, I followed as Heather guided me to sit in a chair. Heather knelt between my legs and took my erection in her hand. Silently she studied it as if it were the first hard cock she had ever seen. She studied the purple head; opening the slit with her thumb and fingers, a sly smile crossing her face.

Now, she slips the head between her lips. I throw my head back and gasp for air as the rest slips into her mouth and her chin contacts my ball sack. Heather bobs her head up and down my shaft several times, thoroughly wetting it.

Heather stands and straddles my legs, for the first time I see her vulva; the lips hot pink and swollen with excitement almost seem to be dripping.

Heather still holding my cock guides it to her own turgid flesh as she lowers her body to meet my shaft. I watch intently as the lips of her sex open and separate to swallow my stiff member. I watched as if in slow motion as my cock disappeared into Heather's velvet sleeve. Heather's clit grinding against my pubic bone as the head of my cock made contact with Heather's cervix.

Heather began to rise and fall on my erection. Up and down, up and down, her rhythm increasing, ever increasing in time to an unheard drummer. At the bottom of each stroke, Heather would grind her clit against me and I watched as shivers of pleasure coursed through her body.

A silver sheen of moisture covered Heather's body belying her degree of exertion and excitement. The moon light's reflection giving Heather an angelic appearance against the darkened sky.

Heather's eyes were tightly shut as she concentrated on the intense pleasure sensations running through her body. Ooooo's, ahhh's and ummm's were interspersed with an occasional yes or oh yes.

I felt Heather spasm when I lifted a breast to my mouth and sucked on the sensitive pink stiff nipple.

Suddenly, Heather lifted up and turned around. Facing away from me and into the night, she once again guided my erection into her waiting hole. 

Now, she used her hand to stimulate her clit and drive herself on to the waiting pinnacle of pleasure. Harder and harder she moved until she reached the point of no return. Lightning flashes of pleasure ran through her body as she screamed out; expressing her approval of the delight she now enjoyed.

She slowed her undulations only a brief moment before she once again began to take herself to new heights. Again, she started the process of building to her climax. 

An evil thought crossed my mind as I wet my middle finger with the moisture of Heather's fountain. With my finger thoroughly wet, I place the tip at Heather's puckered opening and slowly began to slip it pasted the tight ring.

Heather vocalized her approval of my efforts as she continued to enjoy her ecstasy. 

Once my finger was inside Heather's rectum, I was intrigued to feel my penis moving against the thin separating membranes.

As Heather reached her third orgasm, I was unable to hold back any longer as I too reached the point of no return and I sent spurt after spurt of steamy hot semen into my love.

Gradually, Heather and I came down from our orgasmic highs; my softening cock slipping from Heather's love folds. We must have made quite a sight, both of us wet with sweat and Heather's hair wet and matted. There was no doubt; we had both enjoyed our reunion.

Heather broke the silence but saying, "I need a drink."

Fortunately, I had bought a bottle of wine earlier. After opening the bottle, Heather just tipped the bottle up and drank heartily rather than bother with a glass.

"My god, I am turning into such a complete whore," Heather started, swallowing another large gulp from her bottle. 

Heather went to the bed, removed the covers and stacked the pillows at the head board. Next she turned on all of the lights and moved a chair to face the bed.

"You sit here and video me," she said as she sat me in the chair and handed me the camcorder.

Heather got on the bed and propped herself up with the pillows. Spreading her legs wide, her pussy was on complete display. The pink lips separated; allowing a complete view of Heather's intimate region. Almost instinctively, Heather began to finger her moist folds and clit; beginning the process of stimulating herself.

"Ok, I'm ready. When I start, focus on my face,' Heather instructed and roll camera."

I zoomed in on Heather's face and started recording.

"I guess you'd like to know what happened to me yesterday after I was sold, yes he would, yes he would, Heather said teasingly.

"Well, as you know, yesterday was an interesting day. I, actually we, went to a charity auction and the item that was sold was me. (Giggle) 

The man who bought me is named Sy is in his middle 70's but looked at least 30 years younger. He did look pretty good, he was in good shape, has great abs, a nice ass and his cock which though chubby is a nice size. He has been in entertainment for over 50 years, and he assures me that he makes more in a week than the over $5,000,000 that he paid for me.

Four marriages and four expensive messy divorces taught him that there are only two good uses for a woman, first to fuck and the other for business. Call girls are ok but his real interest is in buying women at auction, specifically, Midwestern, redheaded housewives."

Heather began slipping her index finger into her hole and massaging her breasts with her free hand. I zoomed the focus in close to capture the action as Heather's excitement level increased. I enjoyed the view of Heather's clit peeking out from its normal hiding place as well as watching an increase of the flow of the wondrous love fluid streaming around Heather's finger and pussy lips.

I wanted more than anything to slip between Heather's legs and lap up the magical liquor, but I didn't.

"Once he saw me he had to own me. And so he out bid the others and bought me.

After I was sold, I was taken, still naked, to Sy's waiting limousine. Once there, I was chained into a seated spread eagle position. When the door closed, a slight sense of panic came over me as I was left in total darkness and quite; naked, helpless and exposed. Deprived of sight and sound, my breathing began to increase and a sheen of sweat covered my body.

Shortly, the door opened and the light came on. I was once again able to see as Sy unlocked my wrists and ankles and sat opposite me; his eyes devouring me. I lowered my arms but left my legs apart; giving Sy an opportunity to evaluate the goods he had just purchased.

Mindlessly, I began to run my finger up and down my cleft, sending small sensations of pleasure into my body. I looked at Sy and he nodded his approval. I continued to slowly move my finger between my rosy flesh and savoring the sweet sensations as my arousal level increased. 

As the pleasure increased so did the speed of my movements. Fluid began to leak from my hole and wet my lips and the seat beneath me. More rubbing up and down my sex, harder more passionate. I slipped one then two fingers into my hole and then began to work my love bud with my thumb. Pleasure, like lightning, shot through my body as I touched the tender button.

With my other hand I began to caress my breasts and to fondle the sensitive nipples and massage the excited flesh.

I closed my eyes and bent my head back; my breathing became more rapid and ragged. I need to pleasure myself became all that was important. My movements more frantic; more desperate as I got closer, closer.......

Then a voice came as if from out of a fog commanding, 'Stop. Stop now.'

I opened my eyes to see Sy smiling but commanding me to stop my self pleasure. I start to say but I am almost there when he interrupted and almost as if he could read my mind, 'Not now my sweet, only when I allow it, but in time.




Heather Rules Ch. 09



For now, I require the attention of your sweet mouth.'

My disappointment was obvious but I did as I was told and crawled over to my owner on my hands and knees. Instead of going straight to his crotch, I wrapped my arms around him gave him a passionate kiss full on the mouth. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and took a moment to do a dance with my tongue. Then he took few moments to thrust his tongue into my mouth repeatedly; fucking my mouth with his tongue. My excitement level began to rise again as he continued his exploration.

I took his hands and placed them on my breasts. He, in turn, began to squeeze and massage them and evaluate them for heft and size. He massaged my acutely sensitive nipples as I shuttered from the pleasure of his touches.

I slipped his right hand between my legs so he could fondle my sopping wet pussy. To my delight, he slipped his middle finger passed the folds of my sex into the confines of my tight needy hole. In my already overly excited state, I did not need any warm up so that when he touched my erect clitoris, I felt glorious pleasure all over my body. Realizing I was on the verge orgasming; I instinctively withdrew, knowing he did not want me to cum just yet.

Without waiting for instructions, I began to remove his clothing. First, I completely unbuttoned his shirt. I undid his belt and pulled his fly down; taking the opportunity to squeeze his already hard cock, causing Sy to suck his breath in deeply. Moving to his feet, I removed his shoes and socks before moving up his body once again.

Sitting up on my knees, I gave Sy another deep, hard passionate kiss, before removing his shirt to reveal the hard and lean body beneath. I grasped the sides of Sy's pants and with his help slipped them over his hips and down his legs, revealing, to my delight, his erect cock to my sight for the first time.

I returned to my position between Sy's legs and took his stiff member into my hand and began to appraise it. Sy's cock was circumcised and about as long as the other two cocks I have had but it seemed to be plumper.

Using my thumb and forefinger, I opened and closed the hole at the end; making his cock wink at me. I thought to myself how much fun is it to play with a cock. Leaning forward, I began to lick the little hole and the head of his cock.

Finally, I sucked Sy's entire cock into my mouth and began to orally stimulate him in earnest. I continued to intensify my efforts, taking and squeezing his balls in my hand the same way you like me to do you. Bringing him closer to his orgasm. 

Just as he was getting close to erupting I stopped sucking. I had decided I wanted him to come in my pussy, to seal the deal and confirm that I was indeed his property.

I stood as best I could and began to try and straddle Sy's legs but he stopped me. Instead, he guided me onto all fours and he moved behind me to mount me doggy style. 

My pussy was literally dripping and I was more than ready when he thrust into me taking me in one stroke. Over and over he drove his cock into me without mercy, harder and harder, deeper and deeper; but I didn't mind because I was lost in the fog of my own sex crazed excitement.

He firmly grasped and massaged my ass in both hands and pulled my cheeks apart. In one final deep thrust he emptied his balls into my cavern. Repeatedly dumping his semen into me, consummating my sale and confirming his status as my owner. 

I could feel his cock slowly soften as he kept it buried in my pussy. For my part, I tried to use the muscles in my vagina to prolong his pleasure by contracting them around his member. Once he was fully deflated, his cock slipped out of me breaking our connection.

Without uttering a word, I turned around and used my mouth to clean his used cock and balls of our combined juices, savoring each delicious drop. 

Once finished, I remained on the floor of the car but moved so that my back was propped against the seat opposite Sy. I gave Sy a perfect view of my just fucked pussy by spreading my legs. I stared into Sy's eyes as I sat idly diddling my cleft; our juices leaked from my hole, down my ass to pool on the carpet.

Sy took several business phone calls as he watched me slide my finger up and down and in and out of my pussy. I worked myself slowly and softly; wanting only to entertain Sy. Although, my soft touches did serve to keep me in a state of arousal.

Sy never took his eyes off my pussy and he smiled approving of my show. I saw a humidor and a wicked thought crossed my mind as I remembered a certain President. I reached inside and pulled out a large cigar, probably Cuban."

Heather was continuing to work her pussy and breasts; her eyes closed and her excitement evident as she continued. I sat in my chair recording her tale and watching intently, hardon in hand.

"Sy chuckled knowing what I was going to do. Anyway, I took the cigar and place it at the entrance to my hole and began to slowly work it in and out. I was surprised when my flesh surrounding the cigar began to warm; I guess from the tobacco. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, just surprising.

I worked the cigar into my vagina as far as I could; enjoying the warm feeling it created. Then I pulled it out and handed it to Sy. He sniffed it approvingly before he put it in his pocket for later.

The limousine came to a stop and Sy slipped on a satin robe as the door opened. The driver assisted me from the car, copping a feel of my breast and ass at the same time. I playfully slapped at his hand; causing us to all laugh out loud.

Sy took me straight to the dining room where a wonderful gourmet meal had been prepared for us. I presented my body to Sy for his exploration as I served him his meal. Course by course presented Sy with the opportunity to explore my body in intimate detail. His hands caressed my super sensitive nipples and breasts causing me to shudder from his delicate touch. 

I shivered as he gently glided his fingers up and down my back, ass and thighs. My body was responding to his sweet, delicate explorations as my nipples became erect and puffy and my clit became erect and peeked out from its normal hiding place. My lips were swollen and wet from my building exhilaration.

A wet spot formed in my seat as I enjoyed the delicious meal and wonderful wine. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it would beat out of my chest. 

When I served the chocolate mousse, I covered my nipples. This made Sy laugh as he used his mouth to engulf my right nipple and lick the tasty treat from its supple surface, sending bolts of delight through my body. Sy did the same with my left nipple bring the same reaction from my stimulate flesh.

I expected a good fucking after lunch but that was not part of Sy's plans. Instead, Sy gave me a tour of his mansion and expansive grounds. I have never seen such a beautiful home and exquisite art, all of it of nude or semi-nude women.

The last room housed Sy's prize collection of life size, sexually explicit bronzes. Sy explained that the bronzes were cast from the women he had purchased. I was fascinated by the complete attention to detail. Every delicate womanly fold and crease was captured in minute detail, the nipples had the little bumps and lines, labia, clit; even finger nails were done in complete detail. All of it seemed so deliciously dirty and yet artistic at the same time.

As I studied in fascination each of the figures, each of Sy's "purchases" had been cast several times in different sexually explicit poses. Some were even made when the woman was pregnant and almost at full term. 

I smiled as Sy reminded me that I had said maybe to pregnancy.

The whole site made me feel erotic and sensual and I was more than delighted when Sy announced that it was my turn and escorted me into the studio. There I was greeted by the artist Sy uses and his various assistants. I drank a glass of wine as the artist explained what he was going to do and how things would work.

Even though he is gay, he sensuously ran his hands all over my body; 'getting a feel for the subject' he called it. My body responded in the same way as it would when a man runs his hands my delicate flesh.

Another glass of wine and the session began. I was photographed in every conceivable position, close-up and full length. He made detailed sketches of me and my most intimate areas. Measurements were made of my entire body including nipple length, labia size, clit, butt, asshole, everything.

We took frequent breaks and the wine flowed freely, the artist lavished me with praise and complements. All of this attention and the tactile stimulation of my body kept me on edge.

What was fun were the molds cast from my body. Whenever a cast was made, they oiled me up really good which felt wonderful as hands were touching me all over and sliding all over and stimulating my most delicate areas. Then with everything in place a liquid was poured that in about 5 minutes turned into a rubbery mold of my pussy, tits or ass.

The mold for my full life sized sculpture had me in a wig, oiled all over and posed in the doggy position with my ass up and head down. My pussy lips and clit were fully engorged, my nipples were hard and all I need was for someone to fuck me at that moment.

Once I was ready, straws were inserted into my nose so I could breath and the molding liquid was poured over me until I was totally submerged! God it was so surreal; exciting and frightening at the same time, I remained motionless and calm so that the mold would be perfect. At the five minute mark the latex firmed and once I was removed there was a perfect mold of me looking like I was ready for someone to fuck me from behind.

The artist was beside himself with excitement exclaiming how this would be his best work ever and that he had never tried something so ambitious before and how pleased I would be and how beautiful I am.

When all of the molds and sketches were complete, Sy escorted me to a luxurious bath where I was given time to shower and clean myself and reapply my make up for dinner. I really needed this time alone to recover from the excitement of the day.

At dinner, we were much more relaxed as I again served Sy. I was nude of course by Sy had dressed in a dinner jacket and tie; making him very handsome and distinguished looking. He told me about his life and his work and his love of women. 

After dinner he took out onto his patio where romantic music played softly. We slow danced; my naked body pressed against his. His touches were soft and sensual, gently stimulating me, building my desire in me. We kissed, our lips meeting tenderly. He kissed his way up and down my neck and then ever so gently nibbled behind my ear sending me to new heights. Years of experience with his different lovers had taught Sy well.

Sy sensed when I was ready and we walked hand in hand into his bedroom. Once there I began to remove his clothes. Once he was nude, I knelt in front of him to worship his fully erect cock and balls. I slipped his cock into my mouth and sucked on it, I licked my way down his shaft to lick his ball sack and nibble on the loose skin. I sucked a ball into my mouth and gently bit down causing Sy to inhale quickly. He called me "a naughty girl."

Suddenly, he picked me up and carried me to his bed and gently laid me out. He started by just kissing and touching my breasts, taking his time, knowing that this would fuel my drive and then he caressed everything from my neck down to my pubic area with his fingertips and his hot tongue. He spent extra time on my nipples, which made me crazy. Then he slowly licked my legs and inner thighs, and then finally putting his tongue on my over excited lips and clit. I gasped and came quickly. 

Softly he caressed my skin after my orgasm and went back to teasing my nipples and kissing me, and then he slowly rubbed me with his cock, teasing at first, them slipping the head in for a little but quickly taking it out. He did this a few times and finally I wrapped my legs around him hard fully driving his cock into my hungry pussy. Don't take it out, I pleaded and he didn't disappoint me. He plowed his hard cock inside me and started a slow long stroke; slowly he moved in and out in and out building our mutual stimulation until I felt him tense up and explode inside me. Feeling his cum hit the back of my vagina pushed me over the top and we both rode out our orgasms like animals in heat. As our orgasms subsided, we slowed down and caressed and kissed. I felt his cock softening inside me and his sperm leaking out of me. 

We remained like this for a while as we recovered and then I got on top of him and kissed and caressed his body as he had mine, ending up with my soft lips wrapped around his now semi erect penis. I made love to it with my mouth, bring it back to full hardness before he lifted me up and made me straddle him. I eased myself down until with his cock now deep inside me I rocked myself on him as he played with my breasts. I took my time riding his cock as he allowed me to control the tempo. I enjoyed watching as his cock disappeared into my pussy only to reappear again. We continued this position until I had another orgasm.

Now he took control, he flipped me down and positioned me on all fours as he took me from behind. He fucked me this way for quite a while. I was able to reach and play with his balls as he fucked in and out of me. Again I reached the point where my orgasm over took me and I came even more intense than before. 

We ended in the missionary position where we slowly fucked and kissed each other for what felt like an hour until we ended with a mutual orgasm. Then we drifted into a deep sleep with Sy spooning me with his cock wedged into my ass crack."

Heather's breathing became rough and ragged and faster and deeper. She stopped speaking as she began to whimper and her hand between her legs pressed harder and harder against her over excited sex. I zoomed in and focused on the hand as her fingers slipped deep into her hole only to reemerge heavily coated in Heather's love juices; up between the twin folds of her slick labia and stimulate her clit before making their return to once again disappear into Heather's hole. She did this three maybe four times before Heather's eyes rolled back into her head, she arched her back and began vocalizing the intensity of her orgasm.

"In the morning, we enjoyed a casual breakfast after which we strolled around his beautiful estate admiring his gardens. Strange, I was naked, walking hand in hand with a man who is not my husband and had bought me at auction the day before and yet I was completely at peace. Several times we stopped to kiss and caress each other. 

Sy's hands roamed freely over my body; caressing my tits and fondling my clit. At times he would ease a finger into my wet steamy snatch and other times he would separate my ass cheeks with his hands exposing and dilating my puckered ass hole before slipping one and then two fingers past the tight ring. At first, I only felt pain and my body wanted to desperately push the offending invader from my body. Soon, however, I was able to relax my ass enough to accept the intrusion without too much pain. As the pain eased, pleasure began to take its place.

As we played, Sy guided me to play with his scrotum encased balls. I never thought that guys enjoyed having their balls squeezed and toyed with but I soon learned otherwise. 

Sy took my hand and guided me to circle my fingers around his scrotum at the top of his balls. "Squeeze," he commanded and I started to tighten my fingers around his twin orbs. I must have been too tentative because he quickly demanded, "Harder." 

I repositioned my grip to narrow the circle encasing Sy's testicles before I began to squeeze harder and harder. I was surprised at the amount of pressure he was taking. I had always heard not to play with a guy's testicles because they were easy to damage but Sy was proving this wrong.

I watched his face as it reflected a mixture of both pain and pleasure.

Without being told, I squeezed harder and Sy responded with a hissing, "yessssssssssssssss."

With this encouragement, I redoubled my efforts and even added a twist for good measure to which Sy responded with a shudder. Sy opened his eyes took my hand and said come with me, as he led me down a stone stairway to a dark and foreboding underground room.

At the base of the stairs was a large rough wooden door which creaked ominously as Sy swung it open. Following Sy and stepping into the opening we entered a dimly lit room. As my eyes adjusted to the available light, I recognized that we were in an extremely well equipped S & M dungeon.

My mouth became dry and a lump formed in my throat as I imagined being put on the rack or tied to the whipping post and lashed with the whip. I was beginning to become scared as for the first time I was having second thoughts about being auctioned to a stranger, but I needn't have worried.

Sy led me to a table with a variety of devices, rods, needles, clothes pins, cords and other items but most odd of all was a pair of woman's white canvas, rubber soled shoes. Then it occurred to me, Sy has a fetish for this type of woman's shoe and he wants to have his cock and balls tortured.

My demeanor changed as I tried to recall stories about this and evil thoughts of abusing Sy's genitals flooded my mind. "This is going to be fun," I thought to myself. I looked around the room and found the perfect thing to start with. Hanging from the ceiling was a platform, which when lowered, would cover Sy from his waist to his knees; in the middle was a hole to pull Sy's cock and balls through and allow them to receive special attention.

Without saying a word, I positioned Sy on the floor and secured his hands with manacles to stakes above his head and his feet to stakes. I lowered the platform to the floor with his genitals perfectly centered beneath the hole.

"Those can wait," I thought to myself as I went to my work table to decide how to begin my torture of Sy. "These will be perfect," I said as I selected two washers and six one inch needles. I also put on the canvas shoes, knowing that seeing them would add to Sy's enjoyment.

Returning to my captive, I sat on the platform and straddled Sy's chest with my legs. With my legs splayed out, Sy had a perfect view of my spread pussy with its sensitive clit and tender pink lips framing my steamy hot fuck hole.

I placed the washers on Sy's nipples and pulled the small buttons of flesh through the holes. Sy's eyes widened as he realized what I was about to do. I quickly took a couple of needles and jabbed them through Sy's little man nipples securing the washers in place and causing Sy to wince in pain. I quickly repeated the process twice more until three needles had been stuck through each of Sy's nipples.

Sy was breathing heavily from my rough treatment but his hard dick told me he was turned on by my efforts.

Leaning back, I placed my sneaker encased foot on Sy's face so he could sniff the rubber sole before I once again spread my legs and began pleasuring myself by running my finger up and down my slit; pleasuring myself. 

Approaching the point of no return, I decided to change my position. I stood facing Sy's cock and straddled Sy's face so that he had an unobstructed view of my sopping wet pussy and ass hole as I lowered myself down onto Sy's waiting mouth. "Eat me," I commanded as my moisture soaked lips made contact. Without hesitating, Sy pushed his tongue into my honey pot and began to lap up the sweat sexy secretions coming from my wanton body.

In and out, up and down, Sy ate my snatch as I sat on his face. Not only did his mouth work on my clit and pussy but he also heartily rimmed and probed my ass hole. All of this stimulation soon had the predictable effect and I began to orgasm. Squatting as I was, I was surprised that as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body, several small streams of fluid shot from my pussy; spraying Sy with my cum.




Heather Rules Ch. 09



I had read about female squirting during orgasm but I never imagined that I would be one!" Heather said excitedly her voice and eyes clearly revealing her delight at her new talent.

As for me, my mouth watered at the thought of the taste of the fluid that streams from my life's love when she orgasmed. In fact, I couldn't stand it anymore. The sight of Heather's sex displayed by her splayed open legs and the description of Sy's oral exploration was too much for me.

I jumped out of the chair where I had been watching and listening to Heather related her latest adventure and dove between Heather's spread legs. I immediately clamped my mouth onto as much of Heather's magnificent sex as I could and I began to lap up as much of the wonderful, intoxicating elixir that seeped from Heather's luscious fountain.

Oh the sweet ecstasy.

I lapped hungrily trying to get every drop that flowed from my lover. Up and down her slit from her ass hole to her clit, I feasted on the delightful stream flowing from my lover.

Heather's breathing became ragged and her flow more copious when she grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my eager lapping mouth hard onto her overexcited clitoris. 

Heather screamed out, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" in delight as her orgasm swept through her body. Her body trembled almost violently from the sheer delight racking her body.

As for me, I was rewarded as stream after sweet stream of woman cum shot into my mouth with each orgasmic spasm of Heather's quim. There are no words to describe the delightful flavor that filled my mouth or the sense of pleasure. 

Heather began to regain her senses but instead of releasing her grip on me, she pulled me up her body to her face. I saw an almost evil gleam in her eyes as she pulled my face into a hard passionate kiss; our tongues dancing and intertwining in a dance of love.

Heather released her grip from my head as her hands slipped down between our bodies until she reached my rock hard cock. Heather seized my hardon with a firmness I had never experienced and guided into her. With all of our preparation I slipped easily into the warm velvety softness.

To my surprise, instead of pulling her hands away, Heather moved her hands lower until she trapped my hanging balls firmly against her body in each of her hands. This was a new experience for me! Heather had never treated my balls so powerfully. 

I groaned and gritted my teeth as sensations I had never felt before shot through my body like lightning bolts. Neither completely pleasant nor completely painful, I shuddered from their effects as Heather worked my balls intensively. Trapped as they were in Heather's hands, my balls were totally vulnerable to whatever Heather wanted to do to them.

With such intense feeling coursing through me, there was no way I could last more than a few seconds and all too soon I was spurting my cum deep into my lover as Heather's fingers continued their amazing work on my trapped testicles. I was totally lost in the agony and the ecstasy of the old and new feeling racking my body.

Heather released my testicles as I collapsed on top of her, shuttering and out of breath; my body convulsing from the extreme and powerful effects of my own orgasm.

Heather tenderly kissed me and cradled me to her bosom as I slowly came to my senses. I suckled on her nipple like a baby being soothed by his mother. 

Returning to reality, I knew I had one more task, actually I wanted to perform this task as I slid back down Heather's body and between Heather's legs to clean Heather of our combined juices, no longer repulsed. Indeed, I had come to enjoy eating Heather's creampie. 

Finished with my cleanup, I lay next to Heather and cuddled as we each drifted into a deep sleep. The tale of Heather's remaining adventures as a slave would have to wait. Before I lost consciousness, I noticed that the chain around Heather's ankle was different from the one I had out on her. Instead of gold this one was an odd silver color and did not seem to have a clasp but was continuous links.

Odd, I wonder what that means.



Heather Rules Ch. 10



I woke up Monday morning very early; too early to get up. I was spooned up against Heather's backside. It felt good to have my lover sleeping next to me after her weekend away. 

I listened to her breathing, in and out; slow and regular. I propped myself on my elbow and stared down at the face of the woman I love. Until last week, it had been the face of a chaste, faithful and ultra conservative wife and mother. 

Nothing in her face exposed the drastic changes that had happened over the last few days; the infidelity, the depravity and the fucking. Just thinking about Heather with Tom, Heather stripping on stage or being sold at the auction made my cock rigid.

I should have been mad. I should have been upset, but I wasn't. I liked Heather this way. She seemed more alive. She seemed more alluring. She seemed sexier. Others may be with her, others may have her but she will always be mine.

Feeling my hard cock pressed against Heather's backside made her wake up. 

"Make love to me," Heather whispered, her tone expressed uncertainty. I understood. Heather wanted normalcy, at least for now.

She rolled over on her back and I climbed between her legs and kissed her tenderly on the lips; nothing hard, nothing passionate, just tender kisses. My cock slid gently into Heather just the way it has done so many times before. It felt the same as always; wet, slick, tight. 

Slowly and deliberately, I move; pumping my cock in and out of Heather's moist and tight vagina.

Heather and I continue our love making and kissing until I cannot hold out any longer and my orgasm propels my spermless semen deep in Heather. I orgasmed, Heather did not; but I think that is just what Heather wanted, normal.

I rolled off of Heather and we cuddled and we kissed. I told her, "I love you," and she said, "I love you, too." We stayed like this until the alarm sounded rudely signaling a start to a new day.

I climbed out of bed and placed our breakfast order before heading to the bathroom to clean up. When I came out Heather was dressed and standing on the balcony. At the same time, a knock at the door announced the arrival of our breakfast.

I opened the door to see the ever eager face of Jason bringing in our breakfast. His face showed his disappointment when he saw that Heather was dressed. He had, no doubt, been looking forward to seeing Heather naked. I tipped him as I he left the room his face pleading. I shrugged and said, "Maybe tomorrow," and he left, disappointed.

After Breakfast, Heather headed for the shower. I had to go but before I did I wrote Heather a note:

Heather, 

You know I love you with all of my heart and nothing you do will change that. A guy in my class named Don needs the special services of a lady for the evening. I made arrangements for you to meet him in the lobby of his hotel at 5:00. There is $500 in it, if you are interested. If you are not, I will understand and make the necessary apologies. 

With all my love,

Larry

A part of me felt strange pimping for my wife but I mostly liked the idea. I left the box of condoms and the note on the bed and went to class.

I was a lot more attentive in class but not Don. He was distracted and Jeannie did not like it. In fact, she gave him one of her attention getters. At lunch Don came to me and said, "Did you see what that bitch teacher did to me? She squeezed the living daylights out of my balls, shit it hurt. Are we on for tonight?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard from Heather," I told him.

"Shit, tell her I'll pay her a thousand, more if she's as good as you say she is. Tell her to come earlier, too. I need pussy and I need it now." Don spoke with desperation in his voice.

Don watched as I sent the email to Heather, telling her that the price was now a thousand and let me know. I hit send and Don laughed nervously and said, "Tell me when you hear from her, I have to fuck someone and I'd sure as hell rather fuck her than you." 

"Me, too," I replied as he walked off.

The afternoon flew by for me as Jeannie had my undivided attention. Not so for Don, he remained distracted which earned him some alone time with Jeannie at the break.

Class ended at 4. I checked my messages and Heather had texted and confirmed her date. Apparently, her funk had passed and she was ready to play again. Don was ecstatic and he kept calling me "A good pimp."

Don and I headed for his hotel, which was only a few minutes walking distance, to wait. Time passed slowly for Don, the huge bulge in his pants betraying the evil intentions he had for my wife.

At about 4:30, the most beautiful red headed vision in the world came in wearing a short, red, halter dress, white patterned stocking and high heels. 

The dress was actually more of a skirt with two red strips of cloth that came up from the waist and covered her breasts and tied behind her neck. This left Heather's back completely bare and the split front showed Heather's breast bone and belly button jewelry nicely. Her braless and almost bare tits shook and jiggled as she walked exactly the way I like.

I noticed that the jewelry dangling from Heather's belly button was bigger and shiner than the one she had been wearing. A silver cross looking thing about two inches long now hung from her navel by a couple of inches of shiny silver chain. Several more very shiny silver chains of differing lengths also dangled from Heather's navel.

Heather's makeup was thicker than normal and downright slutty. Everything about Heather's look screamed whore.

I stood up and Heather spotted me but rather than come directly to us, Heather went into the bar. She exited almost immediately with a large menacing looking black man. They talked for a minute and Heather gestured in our direction. The black man bobbed his head in agreement and went back into the bar.

Heather came over to where we were seated. Don and I stood and Heather walked up to Don and said, "You must be Don. Larry said you had a problem, I believe you offered a thousand."

Don was speechless and barely croaked out a "Yes."

"Let's go," Heather said confidently. She turned to me and gave my hard cock a firm squeeze and said, "Maybe I can take care of your little problem later, Larry," before she kissed me on the cheek leaving a lipstick smear, hooked her arm in Don's and they strolled off to the elevators.

The elevators were glass so I was able to watch as Don and Heather entered and rode up to Don's floor and Don's room and Don's bed where they would consummate their illicit relationship. Once in the elevator, Heather embraced Don, kissing him as the elevator carried them away.

Don was tentative at first but quickly caught on. The last I saw of them they were still locked together with Don's hand's molesting Heather's ass under her skirt. Then they were gone. I looked at my watch; it was only 4:35; man that was fast.

Nothing to do but wait and stare at the bank of elevators until Don finished with Heather and Heather came back. The elevators moved up and down as if having a mind of their own. People came and went; some, no doubt, wondering why the freak was watching the elevators so intently.

I looked at my watch again, 4:45, damn! Only 10 damn minutes, I could not believe how slowly time was going. 4:50, 4:53, 4:58..... Those damn elevators kept moving up and down, people coming and going but not Heather...fuck em. What could be taking so long? Don was too horny to have lasted long.

5:15, I was becoming desperate but strangely I still sported a raging hardon from thinking about what Don was doing to my Heather. I was looking forward to getting Heather to our hotel room for sloppy seconds.

Then she appeared; a vision of bare flesh and crimson high above me and coming down. She was all smiles, we made eye contact and she waved at me. I waved back. 

I was extremely relieved (and horny) when Heather came to me. We kissed. My god, she looked beautiful, slutty, but beautiful. I expected we were going to leave now so I could have some much needed relief but I was wrong. 

"Here," Heather said as she handed me a wad of cash and even a few coins that fell to the floor, "take care of this for me." She turned and I watched her bare back disappeared into the bar.

Less than 5 minutes later, she came out with a guy wearing a business suit and about my age. What the hell? Who the hell is he and where the hell did he come from?

He had his hand on her bare back as he escorted her to the elevators. I watched as the pair ascended in the elevator, his hand massaging Heather's ass. The elevator stopped and they got off. Heather was gone and with someone I did not know and I was left to wait again.

I looked at the wad of cash in my hand; nothing to do but count it. I dropped the wad in my lap and started pulling it apart and straightening the bills. A group of ten neatly folded hundreds told me this was Don's original deal but where did the rest come from? 

Five more neatly folded hundreds said there was a second deal, the rest was a jumble of a couple of hundreds, seventeen twenties, thirteen tens, eight fives, nine singles and thirty-nine cents for a total of $2,219.39. Heather had turned one trick and made over twenty-two hundred dollars! And in less than an hour, to boot!

I was still busy counting and recounting Heather's money when, from out of nowhere, Heather was standing right in front of me. She had been gone less than fifteen minutes. "Here," was all she said as she handed me another $700 before she disappeared back into the bar. 

Less than five minutes later, Heather came out with another man. An old guy this time and he was making a show of being with Heather. His hands roamed everywhere as he tried to expose her. Eyes turned and looked; women frowned in disapproval. The men tried to hide their gazes from their wives and girlfriends.

They disappeared as they waited on the elevator; only to reappear in the far elevator. Heather was facing out with the old guy behind her grinding his cock into her ass. He did not stay there long, the last I saw of him he was kneeling down behind Heather. Heather lifted one leg and then the other so it was obvious the old guy had taken Heather's panties off. Then the bottom of the elevator blocked my view.

The elevator rose a few more stories up, stopped and then came back down, empty. Nothing to do now but sit, watch the elevators and wait. I did take a break long enough to get some ice tea but I was soon back at my post, waiting.

I did not see Heather again until 7:15 when she reappeared inside the glass elevator; she looked flustered and appeared to be trying to tie her dress back on. By the time she reached the ground floor she was just finishing straightening her clothes. She came to me and I tried to kiss her but she deflected me saying, "Don't, you'll smear my lipstick."

She drained the rest of my ice tea. All she says is, "That was intense," and she hands me $3,000 before she returns to the bar. She was there longer this time; about ten minutes before she came out with a casually dressed young man and headed for the elevators. Another thirty minutes, only $500 this time. Back to the bar and a new customer; back to the elevator, another room, another bed, another satisfied customer. 

I can see the seen in my head. The John opens the door to his room and invites Heather in. Money is quickly exchanged and a quick tug on the tie section of Heather's halter and the dress falls away. Heather's panties come off and she is ready. The John's clothes come off just as quickly and his cock stands up hard and ready. Heather unrolls a condom down his shaft.

Heather lies down and spreads her legs; the pink petals of her sex open inviting the stranger in. He crawls between her legs and positions the head of his latex covered penis at Heather's entrance.

She reaches between them and her hand closes around the stranger penis. She aims it and he thrusts into her deep and hard. She gasps. There's nothing tender about it; he bangs in and out her ferociously. He is only interested in his pleasure not hers. He fucks her pussy hard until he reaches the point of no return. He makes one last hard deep thrust and empties his balls into the reservoir tip of the protective cover.

He pulls out. If his lust is not satisfied, negotiations are quickly held, an agreement is made and money exchanged followed by another round of fucking. If he is finished, Heather cleans up, dresses and leaves to do it all again.

I am lost in my fantasy world; seeing Heather being fucked when I see her standing right in front of me. She smiles and hands me her money and goes back to the bar. She comes out with a new customer and heads up the elevators. 

This scene repeats itself three more times until Heather has been fucked by seven strangers; eight counting Don. 

For the eighth time, Heather came down in one of those damned glass elevators. Again she hands me her earning, kisses me this time, long and hard. Breaking our kiss, she nonchalantly strolls back into the bar but she is only there momentarily before she comes out with the big black man I saw her with earlier.

"Is she really going to fuck a black man?" I thought. It never really occurred to me that she might get fucked by a black man. I really did not like the idea very much even though one of my favorite stories involves an interracial gang bang.

Instead of going to the elevators though, they went into a stairwell. Part of me wanted to run through the door and stop them. I did not know what to do so instead of doing something I did nothing as this strange black man did no telling what to my wife.

After about five minutes, the black stranger emerges from the stairwell but he is alone. He is stuffing what I recognize as a pair of Heather's g-string panties into his pocket. Where the hell was Heather? 

With my heart beating out of my chest, I race to the stairwell door afraid of what I might find. Opening the door I am relieved to find Heather naked but unharmed. Fresh semen coats part of her face and lips and breasts. There are several streaks and blotchy pools of fresh cum on the floor, too.

She runs to me and kisses me giving me a taste of what her black lover has just given her. The taste is tart and salty, her tongue darts in and out of my mouth. 

She breaks our kiss and says "here," handing me the digital camera; that is when I see she has already set up the video camera. I take the camera and start snapping pics of her.

"Give me my money," she demands and I hand it to her. She fans the assorted bills and even the odd change out on the floor of the stairwell; creating a display, a memorial of her depravity and immorality. 

From out of her purse, she pulls a plastic bag and from the plastic bag she removes twelve used condoms. The open ends of the condoms have been tied off, trapping the illicit contents inside.

Heather arranges the condoms above the money, the tips form a point and the bases are fanned out. She place two unused condoms between the used condoms and the money.

I was confused, Heather only had a box of 12 how could she have two unused condoms?

Heather answers my unasked question, "Number 5 had his own condoms; he said they were 'ribbed for her pleasure.'"

With everything arranged, Heather sat with her legs and pussy spread wide open. Her pussy lips were a raging red and swollen, either from the workout they had endured or from the red hot lust Heather was feeling. 

Her clit extends out enticingly from its normal hiding place. The tips or the condoms pointed at her over worked vagina; telling the story and bearing witness of Heather's multiple infidelities. The unused condoms meant she had unfinished business and the money meant Heather was employed in the world's oldest profession.

Heather sat babbling incoherently; diddling herself until her self stimulation sent her over the edge and she body convulsed from her self induced orgasm. All of which was digitally captured on video and still image.

Heather turned around on all fours showing her engorged nether lips to me and the cameras and commanded me to, "Fuck me, fuck your whore wife, and fuck me where eight other men have already fucked me tonight."

I was not about to refuse an invitation like that. In an instant, my pants were down and I was buried balls deep in Heather's fuck hole. I rammed myself in and out of Heather as Heather kept up a running dialogue about me fucking her after eight other men and about me liking fucking my whore wife.

It was a good thing Heather had already brought herself off because after a day of prolonged stimulation and the effects of plowing my cock in and out of Heather's clinching vagina there was no way I could last long. My loud groan echoed throughout the spiraling concrete confines of the stairwell.

Spent, I collapsed backwards pulling my rapidly deflating cock out of Heather. Heather turned and smiled a self satisfied smile; knowing she was mastering the finer points of her new profession.

Heather picked up the used condoms and put them back in the plastic bag which she placed back in her purse along with the two unused condoms. She then picked up the money she had earned; laughing at the loose change and dropped the wad in her purse, too.

She pulled the red halter dress over her head and tied the restraining knot behind her neck. She, then, straightened and smoothed the silky garment until she was satisfied she was presentable.

I thought we were ready to go but I was wrong. She pulled her illicitly earned money from her purse and quickly counted out thirty $100 bills and exited the stairwell, I followed. In an alcove close the bar, Heather met the huge black man again.

I saw her hand the man the bills she had counted out which he then slipped into his coat pocket. By the time I had joined the twosome.

"Larry this is Marcus, Marcus this is my husband, Larry." Heather introduced us. We shook hands. Heather pulled Marcus to her in a firm embrace and then kissed him passionately full on the lips and with lots of tongue before excusing herself.

I have never considered myself a racist but I felt a pang of jealous rage flare inside me seeing my wife kissing this black man.

"Man, that is one fine ho you're married to," Marcus said, "I wouldn't mind gettin' me some of that myself. Oh, gotta get back to work, nice meetin' you, man."

"You, too," I replied politely.

As Marcus left, I saw for the first time a policeman's badge just like the one Heather's friend, David, has. As I waited my mind was filled with images of this black man between my wife's legs and his long hard black cock plunging in and out of her pale white fuck hole. Despite my anger, my cock hardened just imagining Heather's interracial fucking.

I was jolted back to reality when Heather, smiling, poked me in the side and asked, "What does a girl have to do for a dinner around her. I'm starving."

Heather had been to the restroom and changed into a more comfortable sun dress and sandals. (Still no bra, yay, and no panties, even better.) She looked like her normal self again; the thick make up was gone and she had combed her hair into its normal style. 

She then gave me a big kiss and commanded, "Let's go!"

As we walked to the car, I commented on how much her attitude had changed since this morning.

"Oh yeah, well, I was kind of bitchy wasn't I. I'll tell you all about it when we get to the restaurant." Heather promised.

The drive to the restaurant was uneventful; except Heather did expose her breasts by pulling her top down. By now, though, I pretty much expected Heather to either expose her breasts or be naked.

Heather called home and talked to her folks and the kids. I heard her comments, "It's been nice." "No, nothing special just hangin' out." She stifled a laugh. "Larry worked late so we're going to dinner." "Maybe we'll go to the zoo later this week." "You too, give my love to Dad."




Heather Rules Ch. 10



She hung up as we pulled into the restaurants parking lot. You know the kind, just regular food nothing special; great when it's late and nothing else is open.

"Oh god, I'm thirty years old and lying to my mother. She'd die if she knew what I've actually done." Heather said to no one in particular before continuing. "Can you imagine, 'yes mom, this trip I've been fucked by eight men who paid me, one of them my pimp Larry set me up with. I fucked another man last week who also paid me and I was sold at auction to yet another man who now owns me. '"

We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

In the restaurant, we were seated in a back corner by ourselves and were quickly greeted by our waitress, Jean, who had a knowing look on her face, like she knew what we had been up to. She took our orders and thankfully left us alone.

"So," Heather started. "Get the camera out." I did and started recording. Focusing in Heather's face, Heather started again. "So, as you know I woke up this morning all confused and feeling a lot of remorse over what I had done and kinda wanting things to go back to the way they were, you know."

I started to reassure her but she cut me off before I could say anything.

"I saw your note and it made me feel even worse. Anyway I was just finishing lunch and feeling really down when David came by. He commented on how down I looked but before I could say anything he grabbed your note off of the table and read it.

Instantly he grabbed me roughly by my arm, jerked me out of my seat and said, 'You're coming with me" creating a big commotion and generally scaring the hell out of me. People gawked and stared at me as David led me away.

At his car, David put me in "the position" as he proceeded to run his hands up and my body. He took his time; copping a feel of my breasts and even sliding his finger through my cleft when he put his hands under my dress. 

Once he finished frisking me, he pushed my head down on the car and pulled first one hand and then the other as he clamped handcuffs around my wrists. The next thing I hear is "You're under arrest for solicitation."

I blanched white and my mind went blank as David put me in the front seat of his car. As if off in a distance I could hear, "You have the right to remain silent. You have the.....

David left me sitting in the car and made a brief phone call before he got in and we drove off.

My mind started going ninety to nothing as I started imagining the shame of having to explain my arrest to my folks and what about our neighbors and your job. Tears started to flow and I pleaded with David but he wasn't having any of it. The son of a bitch just kept driving.

I was still babbling and blubbering when David turned the car into the entrance to the hotel's parking garage. Now I was really confused. He parked the car in a fairly secluded area of the garage and, without saying a word, left me sitting.

The next thing I know, he is hauling me out of the car and around the back where I find myself staring into the chest of a huge black man, Marcus.

Looking menacing and looking down on me Marcus started in on me, 'So I hear your husband has been pimpin' his hot wife's whore ass in my hotel. Let me tell you something whore, ain't gonna happen unless I let it happen. Do you understand me, cunt?'

Being called 'cunt' kind of pissed me off but I was too scared to even move.

'Answer me, cunt or I swear...' Marcus bellowed.

Through my tears looked up at him and told him yes I understand.

'Good' Marcus started again, 'this here is my hotel and no slut whore works it unless the cunt works for me. Let's see what the merchandise looks like before I decide if your cunt ass gets to work in here.' 

He pulled the strings and released the slip knots holding my sundress on. Gravity took over and the top of my dress drifted down and uncovered my breasts to Marcus's filthy stare.

He took a breast in each hand and squeezed them hard before pinching my nipples. Despite his rough treatment my mind had settled down and I felt myself juicing up.

'Nice, very nice,' Marcus hissed, 'firm, even though they's been nursing babies."

I scowled at Marcus's insult and made he and David laugh. I knew everything would be alright now.

'Come here and feel for yourself,' Marcus told David.

David came over and I smiled at him as he took his turn molesting my tits.

'Let's see what the rest of the ho looks like,' Marcus declared as he pulled my dress the rest of the way off before doing the same with my panties. With my sandals off, I was completely naked in a public parking garage and at the total mercy of two almost total strangers.

'Look at that the bitch is bare; nothing but pink. Know what it means when a ho shaves her snatch, means she can't get enough,' Marcus said before running a finger through my slit, making me shudder, and declaring, 'and she's wet too. Damn, you are a whore!'

I just smiled and spread my legs; giving him complete access. He took full advantage, plunging a finger deep inside my hole and working it in and out several times. Satisfied with his examination of my fuck hole, Marcus spun me around and bent me over the back of the car and made me spread my legs wide apart. The next thing I know he has his finger jammed all the up into my asshole as he reamed me out good.

When he finished doing that he stood me up and made me clean his nasty finger with my mouth! He made me lick his finger he had just had shoved up my asshole until he was satisfied it was clean! I felt so degraded and dirty; it was disgusting and exhilarating at the same time. I can't tell you if I loved it or hated it."
Heather had long ago pulled her skirt up around her waist exposing her pussy which she was busy diddling as she related her story. I moved the video camera under the table and focused it between Heather's legs as her fingers worked her clit.

"About that time I need to pee really bad and said so. Marcus had no mercy, he just said, 'do it here.' He even pulled out his cell phone to video me.

God, it was so embarrassing squatting down in front of the two men for them to watch me pee. I tried to push but nothing came out. I had to will myself to pee and I squeezed down and a trickle started; slowly the trickle increased until I was shooting a solid yellow stream from between my legs to my audience's delight. 

'That's right you nasty whore pee so we can watch you. Ain't she a nasty whore, David?" Marcus chided me.

Where's our food," Heather said from out of nowhere, "I'm starving."

As if on cue, Jean came with our food and put it down in front of us. Jean had a shit-eating smile on her face as if she knew exactly what we had been up to. Thankfully, she just served us our food and did not ask us anything even though I could tell she wanted to.

Heather stopped talking long enough to tear through about half of her burger. My normally very dainty, prim and proper wife was anything but, as she ripped her burger apart and chewed with her mouth open and tried to talk with her mouth full.

"Anyway," Heather continued, "after I stopped peeing Marcus jerked me up since I was still handcuffed and couldn't get up myself. 

'Listen, bitch,' Marcus yelled at me, 'have yo' ho ass here by 5:00. You can do your old man's John first but after that your mine until I say so. 'cause if you don't do as I say my friend David here will do for real what he started to do, and you and your pimp husband will have yo' asses hauled off to jail and you'll be having to explain to mommy and daddy and yo' church friends back home why you got arrested for being a ho. Do you understand me?'

I told him yes and then he told me to get a different jewel for my navel piercing because 'the boys likes da' ho's with big flashy jewels' and he told me to wear a g-string and to bring plenty of extras "so the customers would have souvenirs.' Condoms were also required 'cause they don't like sloppy seconds, either.'

With that, he left, but not before pocketing my panties.

David put me back in the car still handcuffed and naked. By now, whatever funk I had been in was long forgotten. As David drove away a wicked thought entered my head. I put my feet up on the dashboard and spread my legs wide opening myself up for David. 

David smiled appreciatively as he ogled my moist labia and stiff clit. His hand drifted between my stretched legs and his finger contacted my engorged clit causing me to gasp and shudder. His finger traced a line down my wide open cleft and to my opening that was dripping with excitement.

David kept working his fingers up and down my cleft each time rubbing my clit at the top and slipping his fingers inside me at the bottom. This fueled the fires burning inside me and before we reached our hotel, I stiffened and came with a powerful orgasm.

David parked the car in a secluded area and pulled me out and unhandcuffed me. He order me against the wall with my hands outstretched above my head and made me spread my legs. He copped one last feel of my breast for which I swatted his hand making him laugh. 

'Stay right here,' he order me and then he got in his car and left.

He left me standing there and he left, taking my purse and my dress with him. So there I was naked and without a way of getting into our hotel room. While I was standing there I heard the sound of a car coming toward me. I was unsure of what to do, David had ordered me to stay but what if it was not David?

My fear was relieved when I saw David pull up behind me and toss my purse and dress out of the driver's side window.

'Good girl,' he complimented me, 'you'd better get a move on you don't have much time.'

I looked at my watch and saw that I only had a couple of hours to do everything. I quickly pulled on my dress and headed for the tattoo shop that had done my piercing. My breasts were jiggling and bouncing as I hurried along; making heads turn as I walked passed but I didn't care. A whore doesn't care if someone ogles the merchandise.

Sean, the guy who did my piercing, greeted me and showed me a selection of jewels. They were all gaudy and gorgeous but I had to decide quickly so I picked this one. Do you like it?"

Heather pulled the hem of her dress up exposing herself from the waist down, displaying her new jewelry for my approval. My hard cock pulsed at seeing dangling from her navel was a bright silver chain at the end of which was the word "$WHORE$" spelled out. $WHORE$ was two inches long and studded with glittering rhinestones that flashed in the lights of the restaurant. 

Heather looked so sexy sitting across from me exposing her bald pussy in a booth of a public restaurant. From the look on her face, I could tell she was enjoying being the "bad girl" she has become. It's hard to believe that in a few short days she had gone from being the straightest woman you could ever meet to being the complete slut she has become. I guess it's true; all women are sluts at heart.

Heather dropped her dress back down into her lap but left her pussy exposed and continued her story. From the way her hand was moving I could tell she was fingering herself as she talked. I moved the video camera down and zoomed in on Heather's smooth gash.

"Sean stared lustfully into my eyes and offered to put the cross into my piercing. I hesitated, unsure; the good girl Heather was giving it one last gasp. She was telling me not to do it, to run away.

I looked at Sean hard; he's definitely not my "normal" type. Heavily tattooed, his scraggly beard and shaggy greasy hair was in sharp contrast to the clean cut guys like you I hang out with. The argument raged inside my head for a few seconds until I felt the gooey wetness coming from between my legs; my nipples hardened and my clit slipped out of its hiding place. I gazed back into Sean's lust filled eyes and with shaking hands I untied the strings holding my dress up and let it fall to the floor leaving me standing naked, right there in the middle of the tattoo parlor."

Heather stopped talking; Heather's hand had been busy between her legs and I watched her shudder through a mini orgasm.

"Sean was so cute, he smiled broadly, eyeing my naked body, taking it all in, not sure of what to make of having a naked woman standing in front of him. His hands were actually shaking as he picked up my new jewelry. He knelt down in front of me, his eyes looking directly at my swollen pussy lips. I spread my legs and Sean understood the invitation.

Firm male fingers touched the inner thigh of my right leg and slowly eased their way higher until they hit their target. God, it felt good. I was so wet those fingers easily slid deeply into me before he started pulling them out and running them up and down the inside of my slit several times.

Everybody in the tattoo parlor was focused on me and I loved the attention." 

Heather paused for a second and looked at me seriously, "You need to know, the 'good girl' Heather is dead now, I'm going to have to keep doing this, I love this too much to ever stop, even when we go home." Heather said. "I love you..."

I cut her off and told, "It's OK I understand."

This seemed to reassure her as she continued her story, "After that, Sean made quick work of changing out my piercing. He led me to a back room on the pretense of looking at myself in the full length mirror. My heart was in my throat and beating ninety miles per hour. I was standing admiring the glittering jewelry hanging from my navel, the rhinestone word whore mocking the woman I used to be.

Sean came up behind me and took my hanging breasts in both of his hands; squeezing them hard, the way I like it. With his fingers, he pinched my tender nipples. 'You know, if you'd like, I can put piercing in one or both of these,' he told me. 'Or maybe a nice tramp stamp here,' he said as he rubbed the small of my back.

His hand didn't stay there long though, as it moved downward and a felt a finger probing my puckered hole. 'Or maybe a nice ring or two here,' as the fingers on his other hand pinched my clit hard.

I feel like such a damn slut and I am fucking loving it!

Just then I heard his belt buckle hit the floor and the bare head of his hard cock was poking at my backside. I was going to get fucked and I was wet and ready.

I spread my legs and leaned forward anticipating taking Sean's cock in my pussy. There was only a momentary pause as I felt Sean aim the soft head of his hard pole at the entrance to my hole. Once he found the spot, I expected him to just shove it on in but instead, the son of a bitch took his damn time and let it sink into me slow and steady."

At this point I looked at Heather concerned about her failure to exercise appropriate caution. She saw my concern.

"I know, I know, I should have used protection but I didn't have it with me, it was still out in the parlor and I was too far gone to care. I'll do better I promise. I needed cock and I needed it right then! Besides I make the rules, remember, Heather rules?" She reminded me emphasizing the word "remember."

I shook my head yes in obedience to our agreement. 

"Good boy," she said "God, it was such sweet torture, I felt every millimeter of his fucking thing as he slowly pushed himself in me. Damn!"

Heather's eyes were glazed over and a fine sheen of sweat coated her skin as she was no doubt experiencing some of the same feelings she felt as she recounted her experience.

"He hit bottom before pulling back out and repeating the process again and again. At some point, both of his thumbs contacted my ass hole making me squirm then, bam, they were in me and it felt like he was trying to pull me apart. I yelped in protest and tried to pull away but he just laughed at me. He knew I didn't mean it, there was no way I would let him finish.

The next thing I know, my fuck hole is empty and his cock is buried in my rectum. What is it with men and sticking it up my ass, anyway, isn't my pussy good enough?"

I just shrugged and she continued on.

"He buggered the hell out of my poor hole; I'm still a little sore, the asshole, him, I mean. He didn't last long, fortunately, he groaned loudly enough to let the people in the front room know what he was doing and soon I had his sperm filling my bowels.

He pulled out, leaving a huge empty feeling inside me and I thought he was through with me, but I was wrong. He didn't let go of me, instead he pushed me to my knees which put me face to face with his now deflated cock, which he pointed to. I was confused until he commanded me to 'clean it."

God, he made me feel so gloriously humiliated, treating me like the whore that I am. I first licked and then sucked the soft tube of flesh that had just been in my poop chute into my mouth. Sean didn't let me up until I had cleaned it to his satisfaction.

After he let me up I looked at my watch and knew I didn't have much time left before I had to meet David. Still naked and with Sean's juices seeping out of my ass hole I ran back into the front room to get my dress and shoes but only my bag was on the front counter. I had no idea where my clothes had gone and I knew I couldn't make it back to the hotel naked and I began to panic. 

As everyone there laughed at my predicament, one of the other guys pointed across the street where I saw my dress hanging from a street sign and my shoes underneath. To get them back, I would have to run across the street naked!

I had no time to lose, so after mooning them from the front door, I ran across the street to my dress as fast as I could. I know several people saw me as I passed but I did my best to ignore the honking horns as I pulled my dress back on and ran off down the street.

A quick stop at the drug store and it was back to the hotel for a fast shower and I was barely able to get dressed in time to meet David at the front door. Walking through the lobby, people either stared or glared at me depending on if they approved of my dress.

David had me at the other hotel in no time and that's when I went in and met you and Don. So where'd you get the idea to be a pimp?"

Before I could answer Heather answered it herself, "Oh yeah the "Husband Pimp Wife Whore" story, one of my favorites.

Of course you knew Don was horny as hell. I thought he was going to rape me in the elevator before we ever got to his room, he was so eager. He had me naked and had tossed me on the bed in a flash. I was barely able to hold him off long enough for him to give me his first payment and get a condom on his stiff peter before he was plowing in and out of me for all he was worth.

As excited as he was, he blew his load in no time, but his cock never went limp so after some quick negotiations, another payment, and a new condom; he was right back in me, pounding the hell out of my pussy, using me like a piece of meat. 

He last longer this time, giving me the chance to try something I had read. I tighten my sphincter muscle around his constantly thrusting cock just the way I had read real prostitutes do! Don responded by groaning and clinching his teeth and almost immediately emptied his balls into his second condom.

Don rolled off of me and I pulled my second trophy off of his shrinking cock. I hopped off the bed giddy about my first trick and kind of sashayed over to put away my earnings and my trophies away in my bag. Don cleared his throat loudly getting my attention. 

'You know," Don said, "I have a little money left..."

I was sure I knew what was coming next but I waited for him to ask anyway.

'I'll give you every penny I have left if you'll let me fuck you bareback.'

That's when I thought, and there it is, what every man wants, to fuck my ass! Oh wait that's not what he wanted. He surprised me when all he asked for was a good old fashioned bareback fucking.

I started to say no but then I thought what the hell, why not? What kind of a whore would I be if I turned down the chance for easy money so I turned to him and smiled. He knew what I meant and he emptied his wallet, wadded up the bills and tossed them to me. I then picked up his pants and emptied his pockets of every loose bill and every penny of loose change.




Heather Rules Ch. 10



I secured my payment in my bag, I didn't even count it. Taking the lube out of my bag, I tossed it to Don. He smiled widely and said, 'I need your help' and pointed at his deflated cock.

I jumped on the bed and buried my face in his pubes. I drew the limp wiggly piece of flesh into my mouth and worked on it. I also used my hands to work on Don's low hangers which made Don jump and twitch but not pull away from me. All of this had the desired effect and soon Don was fully hard again.

Show time! I released Don from my mouth turned around and stuck my butt up in the air. Don was on it and I felt the cold lubricant drop on my hole, followed quickly by Don's finger, first one then a second and a third as he fingered fucked me; getting a good feel of my gushy insides.

Don pulled his fingers out of me leaving me feeling empty but that did not last long as I felt the soft head of Don's cock press against my waiting opening. He pushed himself in hard not giving me a chance to adjust.

Don didn't care about my feelings, he just proceeded to abuse my pussy. Each thrust in made me grunt and every time he pulled out I felt empty. 

He turned me over on my back so that we were facing each other. He pulled my bottom onto his lap, spread my legs high and wide so he could see as he once again fed his hard cock up into me. Somehow he had gotten his cell phone and he was now videoing him fucking me as well as taking the occasional still photo.

For added effect, I reached down with my hands and pulled my pussy wide open for his camera lens. For the first time he noticed the wedding ring on my finger and he reached down and pinched it between his fingers.

'Nice,' Don told me, "does your husband know you do this?'

Do what, I said, playing dumb.

'Fuck men for money, of course.'

No, he hasn't got a clue. I fuck his brains out when I get home because I am always extra horny by the time I get there, so he's happy and never suspects. He thinks I'm a good wife who saves her household money and the prick's so straight he never suspects a thing. 

Don resumed his thrusting with renewed vigor knowing he was doing something my husband had never done. Don soon stiffened and gave one last deep thrust and the twitching of his cock let me know he was shooting his semen deep up inside pussy.

Don was done at last and I went to the bathroom and cleaned up and get ready for my next date. I stayed naked after I came out of the bathroom so that Don got his money's worth from my naked body. While he watched me I pulled on a new g-string and then my dress. Now fully dressed, I gave Don one last kiss and left. In the elevator, I reapplied my lipstick and checked myself in the reflection from the glass. 

From the elevator, I went to you and handed you my money before I headed back in the bar to see who Marcus had for me first. Fortunately, this guy was a straight fuck nothing funny. It took longer to undress and dress. Once he was in me it was a quick squirt into his condom and we were done. Just the way we whores like, wham bam and thank you maam.

The next guy though was different from the start. Like you saw he was my Dad's age and he was freaky; he paid a lot extra but he demanded I call him, daddy. Sick, right? On top of that, he called me 'his baby girl.' From the time we left the bar he was all over my groping me and pulling at my clothes; I swear I thought he was just going to strip me right there in the lobby! 

He was so embarrassing; pulling on my clothes as we waited for the elevator. Pulling up my skirt and flashing everyone my barely covered pussy and practically bare ass. Telling me I was "a bad girl for wearing such sinful underwear" and that he was "going to have to punish baby girl for being so bad."

I responded be slapping at his hands and saying, 'stop it Daddy' and 'don't Daddy.'

Little wonder that when the elevator came no one got on with us. No sooner did the elevator doors close than he was on me again. He spun me around so that I was facing out toward the lobby. The next thing I know he is on his knees behind with his hands under my skirt pulling my g-string off.

I felt so wicked having this stranger pull my panties off in that glass elevator where anyone looking could see! Fortunately, I think we were too high up for anyone to see he did plaster them to the glass when he kissed me.

The door to the elevator opened but before he let me go he made sure to undo the knot holding my dress up. Once I stepped out of the elevator it cascade to the floor, leaving me naked except for my high heels as 'Daddy' walked me down the hall commenting on 'what a bad girl you are' and 'Daddy's going to have to punish his baby girl.' He kept playfully swatting my butt to press his point. 

Once we were in the room it was quickly down to business. He dropped two grand on the dresser and said, "That's yours when I'm done with you but not until I say we are finished." 

From there it was pretty standard, he stripped down, put on a condom and since he wanted me from the back I got on the bed in the doggy position, my favorite. Like the rest of them he just shoved his cock straight into me without any regard for my pleasure. 

At some point I could feel the tip of his finger jabbing my asshole moments before I felt him shove the damn thing in me. I sure was glad I had lubed that too.

As he plowed in and out of me I kept a running dialogue about 'What a bad girl I am for fucking my Daddy' and that 'Daddy has to punish his whore daughter.' 

He shot back 'that's right Daddy's goin' to punish baby girl for being a whore' and that 'Daddy's going to punish baby girl with the good book for being a whore and fucking her daddy for money.'

Like the rest of them he did not last too long for round one and I was hoping there was no way he could get it up for a second round but I was his until he said we were finished so I had no choice in the matter. He stood up and dropped the used condom on the floor; he grabbed me by my hair and pushed me down on the floor in front of him. 

With his limp cum covered cock staring me the face, I knew what he expected me to do. Fighting the urge to throw up, I sucked the soft spongy piece of flesh in my mouth where I could taste his cum and latex from the condom. 

I worked feverishly to get him hard again the whole time he berated me for being a "whore" and "fucking men for money" and that "I deserved the punishment I am going to give you. After what seemed like an eternity but was in actuality only a few minutes the old guy's cock got hard again.

Then it was another condom and wham, he forced my head down on the bed so that my ass was stick up in the air. I knew what was coming so I still myself and tried to relax as best that I could. He lined up on his target and then shoved himself straight into my asshole. God it hurt, I thought he was going to split me in two.

I was more than a little happy when he finished and pulled out of my poor throbbing ass. God, I was praying he was finished but it was not to be. 

Taking off the condom and dropping it on the floor with the other one he announced it was time for my punishment. "Baby girl deserves a good spanking for being a whore and fucking her own Daddy."

He grabbed my hands and pulled me over to a chair and pulled me over his lap just like you do a naughty little girl to get her in position for a spanking. That's when I understood what he meant by he was going to punish me.

"Twenty on the bare ass with my hand to start I think. You will count every one and thank me after. Do you understand?"

"Uh huh," I replied.

"What did you say?" he scolded me.

"Yes Daddy, spank my ass twenty times, please." I quickly corrected myself.

"Very good, and don't lose count or we'll have to start over," Daddy instructed.

Swish and Smack.

Suddenly I heard the sound of my flesh being spanked and felt a searing pain shoot through my body.

Damn that hurt. I bolt up off his lap and rubbed my butt trying to make the pain go away.

'No, no baby girl has to stay on Daddy's lap for it to count and no rubbing. Now let's start over.' Daddy told me.

I composed myself and returned to my position over his lap.

Swish and Smack.

One, I forced myself to say, thank you Daddy.

Swish and Smack.

Two, thank you Daddy.

Swish and Smack.

Three, thank you Daddy for spanking me.

Swish and Smack.

Three, thank you...

'I don't think that was three.' He gleefully announced.

Shit! I lost count already!

'We'll have to start over.' He said.

Swish and Smack.

One, than you Daddy. I told him hoping to get this over.

Swish and Smack.

Two....

Swish and Smack.

Swish and Smack.

Swish and Smack.

Swish and Smack.

By ten, a funny thing started happening instead of pain my bottom was feeling all warm and tingly and my pussy started juicing up involuntarily. I was starting to like getting spanked.

Swish and Smack.

Eleven. Thank you Daddy for spanking me. Thank you, thank you daddy. I started acting out even more.

Swish and Smack.

Twenty. Thank you Daddy, you're the best Daddy.

Swish and Smack.

Twenty-one. Thank you for spanking me Daddy. 

Swish and Smack.

Twenty-two.....

Swish and Smack.

Twenty-three.....

Swish and Smack.

Twenty-four......

Swish and Smack.

Twenty-five....

At twenty-five he stopped."

Twenty-five! I thought your punishment was twenty, where'd the other five come in? I interrupted Heather.

"Oops," Heather said with a sly grin and blushing at the same time, "I guess we forgot to stop.

At some point the old guy had shot off again too because I could feel his wet drying cum coating my lower belly. God, my butt was deliciously on fire and my pussy was absolutely gooey with my wetness. Something that was not lost on the old asshole as he parted my legs and fingered my wetness. 'Oh, baby girl is such a naughty girl, her pussy's all wet and juice from her daddy spanking her.'

He finger fucked me for a while and then old guy announced, 'I have to punish baby girl with the good book now.'

He pulled the Gideon Bible out of the drawer and I thought what's the bastard going to do now quote me some scripture. Instead he raised it up over my upturned and splayed open butt cheeks and gave me ten or eleven quick swats with it. 

His cock was hard again and I was feeling so wicked and nasty that I eased myself down between his legs. I pinched the head between my fingers and examined it for a second before parting my lips and sucking it into my mouth.

'Oh god,' the old fart exclaimed, 'baby girl is a very bad whore putting my nasty thing in her mouth and sucking daddy's hard thing.' With that he grabbed the back of my head and started fucking his cock with my mouth. 'Just for that baby girl is going to have to swallow every drop when daddy comes.'

My god the asshole lasted a really long time since he had already cum three times in the last hour. I was damn glad when the few drops of his cum finally shot down the back of my throat. Finally he was finished with me and he dismissed me with a wave of his hand.

I gathered my money and put it in my bag and went to clean up. It took me a few minutes to clean the dried cum off and brush out my hair and reapply my makeup. I pulled on a new clean G-string and went out into the bedroom to put on my dress but when I got there the bastard and my dress were gone!

I noticed that the door to the room was open and when I looked down the hall the son of a bitch was standing at the elevator doors waving my dress. So the only thing I could so was to walk to him wearing just the tiny G-string. 

I got a few steps down the hall when I heard the "ding" indicating that the elevator had arrived. The bastard waved my dress a couple of times and then tossed it into the empty elevator car. I only had a few seconds to get there or I would lose my dress!

I sprinted down the hall as fast as I could with my bare tits flopping around to the delight of that stinking piece of shit. I barely made it before the doors closed and "Daddy" got one last swat of my ass as I passed him.

I am certainly glad I wore the halter because I almost didn't get it on before people from the ground could see me. I barely had time to make myself descent before the doors opened at the lobby and I had to get off to the reproachful stares of the women getting on. Wasn't all bad though, he did toss in an extra thousand in with my dress."

Heather stopped talking suddenly and I could see she was quickly moving to bringing herself off right there in the restaurant. I alternate the views of the camera between her face above the table and zooming in on her gushy crotch below.

Her breathes became short and shallow and then her body stiffened as the contractions of ecstasy enveloped her. She then held her breath for several seconds before she bent over the table and started gasping for air.

"That must have been some burger," a voice from out of nowhere said. I turned around to see the grinning face of our waitress, Jean, who had stayed discreetly away as Heather recited her tale.

Heather blushed deep red from being caught and tried to straighten her clothes out.

"Don't worry about it, honey," Jean said, "Happens more often than you think. Let me guess, you're here visiting from let's see. Minneapolis? No. Green Bay? No. Chicago! That's it you guys are from Chicago."

"Yes," I replied since Heather was still in no shape to talk. "Been here since last week, but how did you know we are from out of town?"

"It's easy, especially when you are the way you are. Happens at least once a month usually more." Jean said. "Couples come in here from the Mid-west thinking 'hell we're in California nobody knows us why not live a little, do things we'd never do back home. 

Normally it's the man, he comes in here all weird with his shirt open to his belt trying to hit on his waitress while the woman comes in dressed sexy like you but you can tell she's not happy. They're the kind that he's talked her into trying to swing but she's not really interested. 

What's funny is that when they come back in later he's all quite like and pissed but she's all wide eyed and excited. Since she's fresh meat she's been fucked like a dozen times, but all he got to do was sit in the bar and gripe about the lack of any. 

But you two aren't that kind. No, you two are the other kind."

"What kind is that," Heather asks.

"Slut wife, sorry hon., I mean hot wife," Jean replies.

Heather snickered and said, "Slut wife is fine, I've grown to like the term, slut, it gives me chills just saying it. I also like being a whore." Heather shivered a little in excitement when she said "whore," proving her point.

"Ok, then this is about you being a slut and him encouraging you," Jean continued, "I can tell from the way you two are dressed. He's dressed nice for a date or something but you, you on the other hand are dressed to get fucked. So how many, tonight, I mean."

"Well I'm not sure how many times," Heather said proudly, "But there were eight different men, nine if you count my husband, Larry, he's also my pimp. He whored me to a friend in his class. Paid me good money to fuck me twice in my pussy and once in my ass."

"Wow," Jean said in surprise, "you are one lucky girl, getting to fuck and get paid and with the help and encouragement of your husband, too. How lucky can one girl get?"

The two talked back and forth some more and Heather related her story about the next six guys, all were straight fucks and a couple fucked Heather more than once but she could not remember which ones.

Heather even showed Jean her money. "Shit, girl you did alright," was Jean's sort of compliment. "You're one lucky woman or should I say whore."

They both laughed and made more girl talk before Jean had to wait on her other customers. Heather talked some more but did not remember many of the details of the rest of her guys. She just said, "One fuck was pretty much like the others."

Jean was outside smoking as we left and Heather went to her to say good-bye. Jean must have something about liking her dress because the next thing I know Heather has pulled it off and handed it to Jean. Now except for her stockings and shoes, Heather is naked.

Instead of going straight to the car, though, Heather ran over to the sign and made me photography her posing by the sign and at the front door. Heather was acting like a naked little girl running away from her parents as they tried to corral her. 

It took me a few minutes to round her up but I was finally able to coax her into the car and as we are leaving I look into the rearview mirror just in time to see a police car pull into the parking lot. 

The trip back to our hotel was interrupted by several detours to photography Heather by several street signs and other landmarks. It was with great relief that I was finally able to pull into the hotel's underground parking garage.

I was able to park without a hitch so now all I had to do was get my naked wife to the elevators and then to our room without being stopped. I offered to go to the room and get Heather something to wear or at the very least to cover up with my shirt but she would have none of it.

"I going to do this and you can't stop me," she told me. "I'm having too much fun even though it scares me to death."

We were headed for the elevators, when Heather suddenly stopped. "Wait, she said, "I have to go."

I was not sure what she meant but I quickly understood when she squatted in the middle of the parking deck.

"Don't just stand there get the camera," she commanded.

I did as I was told.

"And get plenty of close ups too," Heather said.

She waited until I was ready and in position. I zoomed in to where she had spread her nether lips with her fingers to give the camera lens a clear shot of her small pee hole above her over fucked pussy. It did not take long for a stream of gold liquid to shoot out of the hole and arc toward where I stood videoing. 

I panned in and out to show the length of Heather's golden fountain pouring out of her. Slowly the flow waned until the last few drops defied gravity and clung fast to Heather's bottom. 

From Heather's slit, I videoed where her urine had splashed down in front of me and then followed the stream that ran down between my shoes before flowing to the edge of the deck and cascading over the edge to splash down on the parking deck below.

Heather was shamelessly laughing, relishing her new found freedom in her corrupt, depraved and immoral spirit. 

A sudden ding announced the arrival of an elevator car to our parking deck, cutting short Heather's celebration. The sound of the doors opening was followed by a couple of male voices having a deep discussion about an unknown subject.

Heather darted between two parked cars and took cover as the voices grew closer and more distinct. The men became visible and I recognized them as being in my class, they were having a deep discussion about one of the trickier problems from class. 

Once they saw me, I got sucked into the discussion. The three of us talked back and forth for over thirty minutes without reaching a conclusion. I finally had to excuse myself and head toward the elevators in hopes they would leave and free Heather from her hiding place.

I got on an elevator and rode up a floor and then came back down using the stairs, expecting that they had moved on but to my great consternation they remained where I had left them, having only moved out of the way to let a car pass. Heather was still trapped.

After another ten minutes, the two parted ways having agreed to disagree until class tomorrow. To my great dismay, one of them headed to one of the cars Heather was using as her hiding place and got in. Damn if the other guy did not do the same with the car parked next to the first guy. If Heather had stayed put there was no way she was not getting caught.




Heather Rules Ch. 11



This is a wife sharing, cuckold story. If you don't like these kinds of stories then why in the hell are you reading it. If you want romantic stories then you need to be reading the stories in Romantic Encounters. 



Tuesday morning, the second Tuesday under "Heather Rules," I wake up smelling fresh bacon and eggs and hearing voices one of which is Heather's. 

By the time my eyes are able to focus, Heather is standing in the doorway naked, of course, with our ever faithful personal bellboy, Jason. I hear him tell her; "It's a date; I'll pick you up Thursday morning," and then she kissed him on the lips. Flustered, Jason disappeared down the hall; Heather standing in the hall waving goodbye until Jason is on the elevator.

Heather turned and seeing me awake said, "I'm sorry, we didn't mean to wake you but it's just as well breakfast is getting cold." I must have looked confused because Heather smirked and added, "I woke up early and ordered breakfast, I didn't think you'd mind."

Then the look on her face became very serious and she answered my unasked question with broken sentences, "Yes, I'm OK, it's just that yesterday...I...but I think we both know...." Then a smile came over her face and her demeanor changed, "I'm a whore now and that's just the way it's going to be, at least while we're in California."

She next started to say something and then stopped. I think she was going to ask me if I was OK but then realized that my agreement to Heather's Rules meant I did not get an opinion. 

I just grunted and crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom. 

The funny thing is I was alright with everything. Mentally, I knew I should have been pissed off and demanding that Heather stop this shit immediately but in all honesty I was not. I liked Heather this way; I liked being married to a whore. It made her more desirable to me somehow knowing I was getting for free what others were paying for and no matter what Heather would always be mine. Well, mine and Sy's.

Heather, still naked, was sitting on the balcony munching on her breakfast when I joined her. "So, you probably gave poor Jason a heart attack when you greeted him at the door." I said breaking the morning silence.

Heather just smiled, "Oh he was a little startled at first but he got over it quickly enough. It was so cute how he blushed and tried to pretend not to look while checking me out. He even asked me out on a date." Heather said with a sly, smug, devilish look on her face.

"He did, did he?" I asked in mock indignation.

"Yep, he and some of his friends are going water skiing Thursday to celebrate one of the boy's eighteenth birthday and Jason asked me to come along." Heather answered. "I think it will be fun."

"How many of his 'friends' are there going to be?" I queried.

"I don't know, I didn't ask," she answered. "Like you heard, Jason said he'd pick me up early Thursday morning since it's a long trip to the lake and he'll have me back later Thursday."

I just raised my eyebrows and we changed the subject, deciding to have dinner and do some dancing tonight. After we finished breakfast, I barely had time to shower and get dressed for today's class. What I really wanted is to have Heather's pussy wrapped around the hardon I always seem to be sporting lately. 

Heather saw me off by standing in the hallway, naked of course, until the elevator came.

In class, Don was a much happier man, smiling and giving me a high five when we met at the break. "Damn that whore was good. I fucked her three times; I never fuck anyone more than once before I fall asleep. The last time she let me cum in her pussy, god it felt so good, having her pussy wrapped around my bare cock the way god intended it to be. Cost me a helluva lot but it was worth every penny. Best piece of ass I ever had," he exclaimed.

I felt a little embarrassed having another man talk about fucking my wife and her being a "whore" but that was nothing compared to how honored I felt to be married to a woman who could be so highly praised for her skills in the sack.

By the end of the day, I was starving and ready to get back to my wife and have a fun evening with just her and me. But then I had a thought and I almost let it pass but instead I pulled out my cell phone. Pulling out the card I had put in my wallet; I dialed the number and the voice on the other end answered and said, "Hello, this is David."

"Hi, David, this is Larry, Heather's husband. Listen, Heather is free tonight and I thought you might like to drift by and join us latter. Maybe for coffee and dessert and some dancing and maybe some fun after that," I told him.

David, of course, was all for it. We arranged for it to look like a coincidence that David would run into us at the restaurant where I would invite him to join us and the rest will play out from there. 

I knew it was insane but sanity left me a long time ago. I knew I was arranging for David to fuck my wife and that I should have been ashamed of myself but I was not. 

I love Heather and I love letting other men fuck my wife. If you have a problem with that then FUCK OFF asshole!

Heather wanted to surprise me so I went to the restaurant and waited. I had just sat down when in walked the most beautiful redhead in the world even though everything about her screamed slut!

Heather's hair was showy but tasteful. Her alabaster skin was perfectly polished giving her a radiant glow. Her makeup was heavier than normal but it was perfect from her ruby red lips, to her blush to her mascara. 

The dress she was wearing was unbelievable. It was a tight fitting gold lame that just covered her breasts in the front, the shoulder straps crisscrossed in the back leaving her back bare almost to her butt. The hem ran to maybe two inches below her crotch showing off her sexy legs and a lot more than that if she was not careful. It was so form fitting that it was obvious she was not wearing anything underneath, as evidenced by her nipples standing out high and proud against the stretchy fabric.

Her breasts had that special jiggle I love watching when she moved.

Her matching Gold 5" spike heel shoes finished of the outfit. And of course, the silver colored chain around her ankle denoting Heather's indentured status.

Heather came to me and we kissed passionately, every eye in the room watching us. 

Our waiter came to us, or should I say Heather, instantly. Heather started with some white wine; I, of course, stayed with my normal iced tea.

Heather was absolutely radiant and she knew it. She provided the waiter with an ample view of her almost bare tits and she even pretended to drop her napkin just so she could give him a close up look at her long legs and probably her bald pussy when he picked it up for her.

All through dinner, we laughed and talked and held hands and kissed the way lovers do when their love is new and fresh. Men stared at us, well Heather actually. She knew it; I knew it and we both loved it.

By her forth glass of wine, Heather had lost all inhibition and was very giddy. She was laughing almost constantly; causing her braless breasts to jiggle, fantastically, just the way I like. Our poor waiter had a devil of a time hiding his boner from the other patrons.

Practically on cue, David strolled by our table and even better, he caught Heather's eye. Heather grabbed him immediately and even greeted him with an enthusiastic embrace and a sexy full kiss on the lips; telling him to join us. And of course he accepted.

Dessert was ordered. David ordered a cognac for himself and Heather; he offered me one but I declined. Between our waiter, David and me, Heather had the undivided attention of three very horny men. As we enjoyed our dessert, David kept Heather entertained by whispering compliments and dirty things into Heather's ear. Heather giggled like a school girl and playfully swatted David on the hand pretending to be embarrassed.

David rested his hand on the bare inner thigh of Heather's right leg and slowly rubbed it; pushing the hem of Heather's short dress higher and higher up her leg. Neither Heather nor I did or said anything; we were both just enjoying the moment.

Heather was buzzed when we got up to leave so she was in a very good mood. She left David and me to go to the ladies room but not before giving both of us a kiss. On her way back to us I watched as she passed our waiter, whispered something to him making him smile and they immediately disappeared into the kitchen.

David went to get his car as I waited for Heather. Curiosity got the better of me so I went around to the back of the restaurant and in the shadows I could see Heather topless and on her knees; her right hand and mouth wrapped around our waiter's cock and her left hand working the guy's scrotum and balls. 

Silently, I watched as my wife worked to bring this guy off. He had his hands on the back of her head; guiding her as she bobbed her mouth up and down on his hard pole. All too soon, the guy moaned and I watched as his ass contracted and he shot his hot semen into my slut wife's mouth. 

Once his contractions stopped, Heather stood up with her nasty mouth open so the guy could see his semen deposited there. She closed her mouth, swallowed and licked her lips before she opened her mouth again to show our waiter that his stuff was all gone.

About that time, I realized I probably should not have tipped him since I think Heather had given him a big enough tip already.

Still topless she made small talk with the waiter as he fondled her bare breasts and pinched and sucked her nipples. Now it was her turn to help him as she used her hands on the back of his head to guiding him in pleasuring her breasts.

His break ended far too soon for Heather and he went back into the restaurant a much happier man.

Heather waited until he was gone before she walked over to me. "I didn't think you had seen me," I told her as she stood in front of me still naked from the waist up. I took advantage of the opportunity to stroke her still wet nipples and fondle her bare breasts.

She just smiled before turning her back to me and asked me to, "Lace me up."

I pulled the strings of the straps up to her shoulders, recovering her breasts, tightened the laces crisscrossing her back and retied the ends. With Heather decent again we were ready to find David and leave for more fun.

David took us to a dance club and for the next couple of hours Heather danced with us and several of the other guys that asked her. David and the others took advantage of their time with Heather as they ran their hands over the bare places of her body, repeatedly squeezing and fondling her tits and ass as they danced.

Heather and David came back to the table where Heather sat on David's lap. David pulled Heather to him and wrapped his arms around her kissing her deeply over and over again. It still felt a little strange watching another man be so intimate with my wife but more than that, it was too much of a thrill to ever stop.

David's hand was under Heather's dress. He turned her so that I could see his middle finger slide in and out of my wife's sopping wet hole. 

Heather broke their kiss and softly whispered, "I'm ready." David and I immediately knew what she meant. David settled our tab and drove us back to our hotel. Instead of going to our room though, David took us to one of the suites on the top floor of the hotel. A perk of being the cop in the hotel I suppose.

Once in the room it was apparent that David had prepared. The lights were dimmed and soft romantic music played in the background. David opened a bottle of Champaign that he had chilling in a bucket and poured two glasses. Handed Heather her glass, he took the other. I was here as an extra.

After sipping their Champaign, Heather and David embraced and began kissing tenderly, their bodies swaying in time to the soft music. Pangs of jealousy stabbed me in the stomach but my horniness kept me glued in place as I watched the erotic scene unfolding in front of me.

David's hands gripped Heather's butt cheeks tightly, pulling her body hard into his. Their tongues danced in and out of each other's mouths as the sexual tension rose. I stood silently observing and videoing, recording another of my wife's infidelities. 

A tug of a string and the knot binding Heather's dress to her body was gone. The twin threads crisscrossing Heather's back slackened. David and Heather's body separated enough for David to slide the cords down and off Heather's shoulders.

The layer of golden fabric that had covered Heather began to be peeled from her body to reveal the twin succulent orbs of her breasts tipped with their matching pink spheres. David reverently held them in his hands whispering almost inaudibly, "So beautiful."

David bent his head and drew one of the tender nubs into his mouth causing a sigh to escape Heather's lips. David turned his attention to the other before returning to the first and then alternating one to the other. Heather entwined David's hair in her hands encouraging him in his oral explorations.

Heather pulled away from her new lover long enough to slip her dress off so that she now stood naked for his admiration. Lascivious eyes raked over her pale flesh taking in the beauty of her nakedness. David was totally captivated by the sensual creature in front of him and could only keep repeating, "My god you're so beautiful."

It struck me how true he was and how much I had taken Heather's beauty for granted through the years. Sometimes it takes having others to point the obvious out to you to know how blessed you are and how easy it is not to appreciate the gifts we are given.

David's eyes settled on the vertical slit running between Heather's legs. A shaking hand went to it and a single finger slid up and down its length which was wet and gooey with Heather's love dew. Heather's love lips parted and separated as the invader probed up and down. Heather's eyes were closed and her face reflected the pleasure her lover's digit provided.

David stopped rubbing and brought his sopping wet finger up to his nose to savor the heady aroma of my wife. The finger next went in his mouth for him to taste the ultra sweet nectar. My mouth was watering like I tasted the same sweetness David did.

After that, David guided Heather in a slow spin as his gaze roamed up and down the naked womanly vision before him. With Heather's back to him, David next reached around Heather's body to clutch her breasts greedily in his hands and pull her bare body into his. He pulled Heather's hair to the side and sensuously began to kiss and nibble the tender skin of Heather's earlobe and neck.

Heather's breathing was rough and ragged and her constant sighing revealed her increasing agitation as her pleasure rose.

When Heather was ready she turned around to face her tormenter and began to release the buttons of shirt in preparation. In quick order David was unburdened of his shirt, pants and other garments until he too stood naked before his lover, my wife, his hard cock jutting lewdly out in front of him pointing straight at Heather for her own lustful and admiring gaze.

David was remarkably fit for his age, lacking the pot belly and love handles that are the plague of most men his age. A circular scar on his chest bore witness to a bullet wound suffered years earlier. In front, David sported a rock hard circumcised cock that stood straight and proud, 6" long and fairly big around.

Heather toyed with it in her hands as she looked into David's eyes and coyly giggled and smiled before she sank to her knees. Heather took her time admiring her latest toy; eyeing it appreciatively and rubbing her hands up and down and around its girth.

At the tip, a drop of fluid winked from the hole. Heather smiled playfully and stuck out her tongue and touched it to the opening in the purple head; tasting David's first few drops of cum. Once these were gone, Heather opened her mouth and engulfed the tender flesh; her lips encircling the shaft behind the head. Heather's cheeks alternately puffed out and drew in as she began to suck on David's hard cock.

Silently I removed my own clothing and released my own over hard cock; it felt so good.

David could only stand much of Heather's oral ministrations before he risked dumping his load down her throat. Despite the overwhelming feeling of pleasure he was feeling, he was intent on depositing his seed in Heather's love box.

Without speaking, he reached down and pulled Heather to her feet. Engulfing her in his embrace, he kissed her lustfully before he lifted her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom as I followed close behind.

Once in the bedroom, they continued their lustful kissing until David laid Heather onto their waiting bed. Staring deep into her lover eyes, she opened her legs for her newest lover to admire her exposed slit and its tender fleshy folds for the first time. David's eyes were filled with admiration and lust.

She ran the fingers of her right hand up and down her wet slit from her clit to her vagina several times until she stopped and separated her two tender petals; pulling them wide apart to unveil her most intimate pink treasure normally hidden beneath.

David took a few seconds to gaze at the womanly vision presented to him before he crawled between Heather's spread legs and pointed his stiff member at Heather's waiting entrance. Heather's hand wrapped around his pole and David pushed forward, making contact and then slowly sank himself into my wife's pussy.

Heather sighed and a low, growling, "yesssss" escaped her lips as the hard shaft slipped past her outer lips and began to fill her love tunnel with its engorged hardness.

Although I know it had happened several times over the last week, this was my first time to actually watch another man fuck my wife. On one hand, I felt like someone had just punched me in the gut. On the other hand, it was one of the sexiest, most mesmerizing things I have ever witnessed in my life; seeing David's hard cock disappear into my wife. My wife, who until only a week ago had only had sex with me.

My cock still gets hard each time I watch the video I have watched hundreds of times of David's hard cock sliding into Heather's overheated vagina.

David's ass began to slowly rise and fall as his cock moved in and out of my unfaithful wife. I could almost feel her moist tightness around my own hard cock, having felt it myself so many times before. 

There was no way David was going to last long even though he was determined to take his time. I was still videoing the sexy scene and focused close up from behind as David's rod slid in and out, building to the inevitable climax. The image of David buried balls deep in Heather filled the view finder as David's balls pumped up and down; the unmistakable sign that David was pumping his hot semen into my adulterous wife.

David lay on Heather kissing her for a few moments before he rolled off of her and pulled his rapidly deflating penis from my wife's just fucked vagina. I stayed focused on my wife's pussy as it closed behind David's just vacated cock; capturing the image of another man's semen left in the interior of my wife's tunnel and coating her delicate nether lips.

I never stopped videoing. I was determined to capture as much of the salacious scene as I could as David's cream oozed from Heather's pussy. As I videoed a finger came into my viewer and began to curve indicating it was my turn. I set the camera down still pointed at the bed and moved to where Heather wanted me. 

Heather patted the covers next to her and I lay down next to Heather just like she wanted. I should have known what was coming but I was still surprised.

Heather smiled devilishly and straddled me with her legs on either side of my head. I gazed up at Heather's bald pussy, slick and dripping from a mixture of Heather's love juices and David's freshly deposited semen, still steaming. Heather's lowered her freshly fucked pussy closer to her target.




Heather Rules Ch. 11



Opening my mouth, I extended my tongue; the aroma of Heather's love juices was mixed with that of David's fresh ejaculate. David now had the camera and was videoing the depraved scene as I prepared to receive the just made creampie made especially for me.

Heather's sex made contact with my waiting tongue; recorded by David with a close up shot. The flavor was salty and tangy, not bad but not as nice as Heather's undiluted love nectar. I lapped, tentatively at first needing to become accustomed to the taste of fresh semen.

Heather had not cum from David's fucking so she desperately needed the relief that comes from an orgasm. Heather rubbed her pussy against my mouth fervently trying to use me to reach her orgasmic plateau.

More and more of the mixed cream flowed out of Heather and onto my tongue for me to swallow. I did my best to service my wife trying to meet her desperate thrashing to provide her with the greatest pleasure possible.

Heather stopped rubbing my face; instead she submitted to the pleasures my oral stimulations provide. Heather's breathing became rough and ragged again and she muttered expletive laced phrases denoting her building sexual agitation. (Something else that had never happened until last week.)

The lurid stimulation in Heather was building and building now until at last she reached the sweet release, as wave after wave of delicious sweet orgasm racked her body.

Copious amounts of mixed love juices now flowed from Heather's hole and flooded my mouth. Not as good as Heather's alone but I was able to tolerate it as long as my Heather got the pleasure she deserved. I licked Heather's pussy vigorously and her asshole too as my tongue roamed from her asshole to her clit.

I savored every drop until she was cleaned.

Gradually, Heather regained enough of her senses to realize where she was. She looked down from on top of me and smiled thankfully, mouthing, "I love you." She slid her pussy down my body, leaving a wet streak behind as she went.

I do not know how she did it but somehow she slid my hardon right into her pussy without guiding me. At last, my cock was buried balls deep in the place it belonged, in my wife's love tunnel. With Heather on top and joined by our love organs, we remained motionless as we kissed with renewed passion.

We had been kissing like this for a few minutes when something hot and fleshy pressed against the cheeks of my face. Ugh, it was David semi hard cock; he was trying to get Heather's attention so she would suck it.

Heather complied as she broke off kissing me and started sucking David's cock back to hardness. Now all I had to contend with were David's hairy balls brushing my face as Heather sucked him.

Fortunately, it did not take Heather long to restore David's erection and he pulled away from Heather's and my faces. I was not sure what he had in mind as I had not yet even begun to fuck my wife.

I felt something warm, slick and wet begin to dribble on my balls, followed by a groan from Heather. I felt pressure on my cock like someone's finger was poking it from inside Heather's ass and that is exactly what was happening.

There was motion at the foot of the bed and I looked into Heather's face; she had a look of deep concentration as if she was preparing herself for something.

Next, Heather's body on top of me lunged forward; which was followed by another. Heather moaned, not in pleasure but like she was straining. A pained expression was on her face. Another push from behind and a small cry followed by the look of relief.  

I felt a strange tightness at the base of my cock like...Oh my god, David is in Heather's ass. We are going to double fuck Heather! I never dreamed this would happen, I had read about it and even fantasized about it but I never imagined I would do this with my wife for real. Holy fuck!

Heather became a girl sandwich with David's cock in her ass and mine in her pussy. David pushed in a little farther and Heather ass gave way to the invader. I could feel his progress with my cock through the thin membranes separating Heather's rectum from her vagina.

Heather's face still showed deep concentration and determination as David probed ever deeper into her forbidden hole. David at last reached the limits of Heather's poop chute and he held himself there as Heather adjusted.

I was pinned and unable to move; David was now in control. Once David sensed that Heather was ready, he began to slowly move in and out of Heather's anus. Very slowly at first but gradually he increased his rhythm. I was able to feel everything as his cock glided over mine separated by mere fractions of an inch of delicate tissue.

Heather face did not show pleasure but rather that she had adjusted to this new level of degradation and pride from having accomplished it.

Having cum once already, David was in no hurry. Instead he was determined to make the most of the rare opportunity he had been given and so he took his time being careful not to shoot his load until he was ready.

David fucked Heather's ass for 10 to 15 minutes. My cock was still in Heather but I was unable to move and totally dependent on David to provide me stimulation.

David finally reached the end of his endurance and he released his load into Heather's bowels. This was more than enough for me and I emptied my balls in Heather's vagina.

David had even reached over and grabbed the camera from where he had sat it and recorded Heather's double penetration for posterity. David eventually pulled his cock out of Heather's rectum and Heather pulled her asshole wide open so that David could record his load sitting deep in Heather's rectum through her gaping anus until at last Heather could not hold it open any longer and it closed up with its contents still trapped inside.

David flopped over off of Heather; followed by Heather flopping over off of me. I could breathe easier now that I did not have the weight of two people on top of me.

We lay silently together, three sweaty people, two men, one woman, Heather sandwiched between David and me, trying to regain our wits. All that could be heard were the sounds of heavy breathing. David, however, was still able to toy with one of Heather's nipples.

At last, Heather broke the silence, "I can't believe I fucking just did that! I can't believe I just let a another man fuck me in the ass while my husband fucked me in my pussy! I just got double fucked! I never imagined I would ever be the god damn meat in a fucking girl sandwich and yet I just fucking did! 

I never imagined this could be so much fucking fun! I can't believe what a god damn nasty slut I am! I never thought I would be a fucking whore and love it. Oh hell, I need to shit."

Heather jumped up and ran into the bathroom to relieve her sudden urgency to go.

David and I got off the bed and headed to the other restroom in the suite. We took turns peeing and once we were done went into the sitting room to wait on Heather. David poured another two glasses of Champaign before sitting in a chair as I sat on the couch, our cocks limp and lifeless. 

"Thank you, Larry." David said gratefully. "Thanks for sharing your wife with me. She is a special lady."

"You're welcome, David," I replied, "Yes, she is very special."

There was the sound of water running to fill the Jacuzzi tub followed by Heather, still naked, coming into the room to join us. She had my clothes in her hand as she came to me and kissed me deeply before handing me my clothes.

I took the hint and started dressing as Heather took her glass of Champaign and went to David and sat in his lap and began to kiss him passionately. The rest of the evening Heather was David's.

Unnoticed by my two companions, I slipped out of the door as Heather pulled David to his feet and hand in hand, she led him back into the bedroom and the waiting bath and whatever else.

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Heather Rules Ch. 12



Wednesday morning I wake up in bed, alone. I assume Heather is still with David. I have to admit I miss her and I am more than a little concerned as I dress and leave the room not knowing for sure what has happened to my wife.

A part of me wishes things could be as they were before we came on this trip. I reminded myself that I had started this and that I had agreed to abide by Heather's rules in order to get what I wanted while we are in California; still I missed her.

I did not hear from Heather until after 3:00, a simple text, "Tonight I am all yours."

Class ended, Jeannie stopped me before I left and complimented me on the excellent progress I had made, even calling me her, "star pupil." Of course, she also slipped her hand down the front of my pants and into my underwear until she was able to wrap her fingers around my balls and give them a tight squeeze.

I groan but make no effort to escape. Waves of pain mixed with tremendous pleasure shoot through my body in the way only a man whose testicles are so delightfully abused can experience. Jeannie smirks, knowingly, having done this to an unknown number of other males. I remember she said she was twelve when she learned the art of torturing testicles. She says nothing; just continues her exquisite torture of my poor balls trapped in her hand. 

I am ensnared half way between a heaven of having a beautiful young woman pleasuring my most intimate parts and the hell of having those same parts tormented in ways most men fear. Jeannie rolls my balls around inside the extremely tight grip she has on my balls.

My cock stands rigid and hard pressed against Jeannie's arm. Jeannie releases her grip on my balls, much to my relief and disappointment. Her hand wraps around my hard cock which she gives a couple of squeezes to my extreme pleasure. Smiling devilishly, she walks away.

Back at the room, Heather is in the shower preparing for tonight, our tonight. She tells me to look through her things and pick out what I want her to wear. 

I did as I was told and looked through Heather's clothing trying to decide what I wanted her to wear. My first inclination was to dress her in a white skimpy sundress but instead I decide on something entirely different. I found a loose fitting blue dress with a low hem and a high neck line; it was a totally proper dress for a mother to wear to a PTO meeting. I looked through her underwear and pulled out her old faithful bra with its thick cups and a pair of old lady cotton panties. 

Tonight Heather would be the wife and mother she has always been. Tonight Heather was mine again and only mine.

Heather came out of the shower and into the bedroom still wet and naked. She saw the outfit I had laid out for her and smiled and then jumped into my arms and kissed me enthusiastically. "Thank you," she announced when she broke our kiss. "Thank you for picking out the perfect things for me to wear. It lets me know that I am secure and that I can return to..." Her thought trailed off.

We kissed and kissed again. Her just washed bare skin was moist and warm and soft and sensual. My cock sprang to life as my mouth glided down Heather's neck to her chest; savoring the flavor and smell of freshly washed skin. 

At her breasts, I suck on first one and then the other; encircling the tip and flicking my tongue on each tender nub in turn. Heather's sighs and heavy breathing was all of the encouragement I needed to push on.

I pressed her to lie back on the bed and spread her legs. I remember something I read once. I pull a cough drop from my pocket, mentholated and pop it in my mouth. While waiting for the cough drop to melt, I take the time to examine my wife's perfect sex, admiring the sweet moist folds and the tempting passage that has provided me so much pleasure through our years of marriage.

As the cough drop melts, my mouth fills with the sensations caused by the analgesic, a feeling I am about to transfer to my wife's most delicate place.

I bend down to where my wife lays on the bed; her legs spread lewdly apart, her womanly flesh open and bare, inviting me. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue and lick boldly from her anus to her clit and back again. 

Strange how until last week her anus had been something repugnant, something I avoided ever touching. Now, however, I freely dip my tongue into the many delights it offers and I am thrilled to provide my wife with a whole new level of pleasure.

Back to the action, I spread copious amounts of my saliva mixed with menthol over the whole of Heather's tender region, coating the soft folds and sensitive membranes.

The effect is immediate as Heather gasps and she opens her eyes from this new stimulating sensation.

I smile up at her as I continue to coat her tender vulva. She relaxes and settles in to relish the new sensations radiating from her sexual center. I am careful to coat her generously, liberally applying extra to her clitoris and anus.

I stop and gently blow across her vulva and anus. Another deep gasp and an "Oh god" testify to the intensity of the stimulation my lady is feeling from this new experience but I am not finished yet.

I continue my gentle blowing which sends chills of total pleasure throughout the body of my lover; unseen I slip a circular candy into my mouth, wintergreen and allow it to partially dissolve.

I resume my oral stimulation and surprise my love with yet another sensation to her stimulated flesh. Another "oh god" and a deep slow "yessss" come from above my head; her body is convulsing now in almost constant orgasm.

At just the right moment I position the circle of candy in my mouth and take aim. The white circle slides perfectly over the tiny protruding bud of Heather's clitoris as I "save the captain." 

For Heather, this is too much and her body is rocked by wave after wave of mind blowing orgasm. Her back arches and her body shakes violently with the intensity of the sexual pleasure rocking every fiber of her being. Anxious hands furiously grip my head as she mashes my mouth hard against her sex and as a torrent of growling incoherent guttural noises spew from her mouth.

At last she relaxes her grip and she begins breathing again in hard deep breaths as she tries to regain her senses. She pulls me up her body and kisses me hard and passionately as she looks deeply and appreciatively into my eyes for having given her yet another new experience.

My cock is rock hard and I am ready for my turn......

A phone rings and rings again. I want to ignore it. I want Heather to ignore it but it not just any phone; its Sy's phone. I look at the platinum chain circling Heather's right ankle, a reminder that she is the property of another man and subject to his desires and commands.

Heather is quick to answer, not wanting to disappoint her owner. "Hello, Sy. Yes, I am having a good time. No, of course you're not interrupting anything important. Nothing, yes Sy I'm naked right now. Ok." Heather walks onto the balcony and stands at the railing and giggles. Heather listens as Sy talks posing according to his instructions and answering "yes" and "no" and "of course" to questions unheard by me.

"Friday, yes 10 AM."

I look at Heather as she walks back in without saying anything.

"What?" Heather asks naively as she puts on her panties and picks up the bra.

"You know what, what did he want?" I ask irritated.

"Not that it's any of your business but Sy says I have to start making him a return on his investment so he has scheduled something for me to do Friday." She answers smugly, reaching behind her to secure the clasp of her bra.

"What does he want you to do?" I demand.

Sliding the dress over her head she says, "My owner will let you know when he wants to. Now get dressed, I'm starving!"

All thought about me and what we were doing before the phone call is gone. I glared at Heather trying to think of something to say, but what could I say. It pissed me off that some asshole could call and have my wife do anything and I did not have a say in it. I know I had sign that damn agreement but it still pissed me off.

Heather could see I was angry and she just stood there and smirked at me. She finally broke the silence by saying, "Don't be that way, it's something you've fantasized having me do for some time just like one of those perverted stories you read."

Now, I really was curious but I knew there was no use in trying to get it out of Heather so I got up and dressed, still in a bad mood.

Dinner was nice; it was good to have the old Heather back. We laughed and talked and flirted and talked some more. It was almost like in the old days before work and kids and life got in the way. 

Speaking of the kids, Heather called even though it was late in Chicago. The kids were excited to hear their mother's voice and it was the normal round of "I miss you's" etc. It was good to be a family again, if only for that brief moment.

After dinner we walked and held hands and kissed the way a man and a woman do when love is brand new. Strange that with everything that has happened I appreciate Heather more than ever before.

Around 7:00, Heather and I got in the car for a drive with no particular place to go. Mindlessly, I drove around; not really paying much attention to where I was going. 

Suddenly, Heather smiled and shook her head and laughing said, "You just can't get your mind off of it can you?"

Confused, I looked at her and she pointed at the building beside us; it was the same club Heather had first danced at last Thursday.

I could not believe it! Here I was having the first "normal" night with my wife since we left Chicago and I had inadvertently brought us back to the topless club. Freud would be proud.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I start muttering, "How did we.....uh, what are we....uh...... What do you want to do?"

"I'll let that be your choice," Heather replies.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to go in and see what the place is like on a normal night," I suggest.

Heather smiles sarcastically and says, "Yea, that's it, it won't hurt."

I park the car and escort Heather to the club. I pay the cover and we settle at a table in the back to watch the action. There is a two drink minimum and since I do not drink that meant there were four drinks for Heather. 

The music was loud and a thick haze hung in the air so it was relatively hard to see. On the stage, one girl would appear and strip followed by another. They were the stereotypical skanky topless dancers with platinum blonde hair and fake everything. All things considered I prefer real women like Heather.

By the time Heather had finished the third drink, she was feeling very mellow and she stood up by the table and started dancing to the music blaring from the loud speakers. This got the attention of the men in the bar, including a group of a younger guys sitting at another table.

One of the guys came over to our table and introduced himself to Heather saying, "Hi, my name is John. My friends and I are throwing a bachelor party for my friend, his name is John too. In fact we are all named John."

"Un Hun I see," Heather said.

"Anyway, I had hired a girl for the evening but she stood us up it seems it's that 'time of month.' I was wondering since you seem to be free and you look like you want to entertain tonight if you'd mind helping me out?" John inquired. "The manager says its fine with him and we already have a party room in the back if that ok? You don't have to dance long, Bob....uh, John has to be back in his room by 10 or his bride will kill him and there won't be any funny business. The management won't allow it and the bride will 'de-nut' Bob, I mean, John if he has sex with anyone but her."

Heather hesitated.

"We'll make it worth your while," John added as he pulled out a thick roll of $20 bills.

Heather looked at me and I nodded and said, "As long as I can tag along."

"Fantastic!" John exclaimed as he quickly peeled off 25 twenties and handed them to Heather. "That's to start."

John motioned for the 7 Johns to join us as we made our way to the back and the private party room.

The club provided a body guard so John 1 had to peel off more of the twenties to settle up with both the manager and the body guard before we could go in.

The room was somewhat small with a circular couch running around the outside and a two foot high padded platform in the middle for the dancer to dance on. The waitress took the drink orders and John 1 peeled more money off of his roll and commanded, "keep'em coming."

Heather started by making the rounds by sitting in each of the John's laps. Heather had had 4 drinks by now and was totally loosened up. She was merciless kissing them passionately and grinding her firm ass into the hard lumps in the pants of her Johns. The guys were eating it up as their hands roamed across Heather's ass or slid between her thighs and up her dress.

I sat taking it all in; wishing I could be one of the guys.

Hard rock music was blasting from the speakers as Heather climbed on the mini stage in the center of the horny Johns. Her hips began to sway sensuously in time to the music as all eyes focused on her. Everyone had a good up skirt look of my wife's panty covered ass and pussy. Heather continued to dance like this for what seemed like a very long time and the Johns were becoming impatient to see more.

Heather looked straight at John 1 who suddenly realized the problem as he reached into his pocket, pulled out the shrinking wad of bills and tossed 5 more at Heather's feet. "Keep'em coming honey. The more I see the more you see." Heather chided.

With that Heather began to slowly and sexily remove her "mother" dress. The guys all snickered and elbowed each other as her white full brief panties were revealed followed by her white full cup bra. Heather tossed me dress as she, starting with the groom, began a second round of kissing and riding the guys' crotches.

Heather brought groans of pleasure as she road one pants encased hard cock after the other. She finished with John 1 who peeled off another 10 bills and added them to Heather's stack.

With the extra monetary encouragement, Heather moved to the groom again. Sliding onto his lap again, Heather's mouth wrapped around his and their tongues danced in and out of each others' mouths. Heather must have told him to take off her bra because the next thing I saw was his hands unfastening the clasp. 

Heather's audience cheered when the groom pulled Heather's bra up and off of her arms; holding it high like a prized trophy. Heather leaned into him and kissed him heartily and then in a quick motion rose up so that the groom was kissing and sucking on one of her hard nipples before Heather jumped up on the platform and began to dance.

The Johns sat entranced as my wife's bare tits twitched and jiggled to the ever driving hard beat of the music. As the song was ending my wife dropped head down and ass up on the platform in front of the groom. She wiggled her ass in front of his face. The groom sat red faced afraid to do what my wife was inviting him to do.

The guys on either side of him elbowed as a chorus of "do it, do it , do it" started up. It was funny watching as the poor guy, hands shaking, reached for the waist band of my wife's white cotton brief underwear. A broad smile spread across his face as the elastic band slipped past my wife's white ass giving him a close up view of my wife's gaping open pussy.

With her panties gone now, Heather spread her legs wide apart so the groom's eyes could feast on her tender moist folds and hot pussy. If it had not been for the guard, I am sure he would have buried his face in Heather's pussy.

Now completely naked, Heather began another round of lap dancing. Now, as Heather made her rounds, each guy got a face full of tits. Mouths closed around and sucked her erect nipples. The guard cleared his throat as if to remind everyone he was still here but looked away.

The next thing I saw totally shocked me. Unseen by me, Heather had somehow managed to undo each of the guys' pants so that when she did the first guy she first pulled his pant to his ankles, leaving him in his underwear.

Heather started rubbing her pussy up and down the hard cocks of each guy; her bare pussy separated only by the thickness of their underwear. She rode each guy in turn until they each shot their load in their underwear, everyone except the groom that is. 

As each finished, Heather sent them out of the room. John 1 was the last, except for the groom. When he was done he simply tossed the remaining bills on the platform. As he was leaving, Heather made eye contact with me and signaled that I should leave too.

Reluctantly, I got up and exited with John 1 and the guard; leaving Heather alone with the groom. I gathered Heather's earnings and also took Heather's dress as I assumed she would not need it for a while. I looked for but could not find her bra and panties. The Johns had no doubt claimed it as a trophy.

When Heather appeared, she had the glow of having just been fucked. She immediately went to where the Johns were sitting and kissed each in turn; making a big deal of bending over and spreading her legs so that each of them got a clear view of her freshly fucked hole with the groom's cream oozing slowly out.

Red faced, the groom rejoined his tribe. They were merciless in their treatment of their friend. Telling him what a bad boy he had been. Heather even got in on it by sitting on the table and spreading her legs, exposing her sex in all of its just fucked glory. The groom's liquefied semen literally formed a stream as it leaked out of Heather's hole.

Heather's final act was to give the groom one last wet sloppy kiss and tell him how "good" he was and that his "bride is one lucky girl."

All eyes were on Heather as she left the Johns, headed toward me. She was about half way to me when the manager grabbed Heather by the arm. The rudeness startled Heather and me. Were we in trouble?

The manger was talking in Heather's ear and her expression change as her concerned look was replaced by a broad smile and an enthusiastic affirmative head shake.

What was going on?

I did not have to wait long as the manager helped Heather push her way through the crowd to the stage; men's hands copping a feel of whatever they could as she went.

At the stage, Heather turned to face the manager. The manager reached his arms around Heather so that her tits were buried in his face as he firmly grasped Heather's ass cheeks in each of his hands and planted Heather's butt on the stage.

As the manager backed away he had a clear view of Heather's freshly fucked pussy. This prompted him to run his finger up and down it's cum soaked length before he had her suck the juices from his finger.

The crowd cheered wildly as Heather joined the other girl on stage and began to dance. The girls took turns dancing and sliding up and down the brass pole to the erotic delight of the crowd. About half way through the song the other girl came up and embraced Heather.

I had never imagined Heather with another woman, so this was all new to me. Heather surprised me even more by fully embrace the other woman and then they passionately kissed each other.

I watched in shock, my naked wife making out with another equally naked woman. The girls embraced naked breasts to naked breasts and crotch to crotch, their hands massaging each others' ass cheeks as they continued probing each other mouths with their tongues. Their naked feminine bodies kept time with the music as they remained locked in their lesbian embrace.

The crowd was cheering and shouting as dollar bills fluttered onto the stage, encouraging the girls.

They broke apart, only to reunite; this time they straddled each others' legs and began humping their pussies on each others' thighs. At the same time, they played with their own tits. The crowd pressed in even harder to watch Heather and the other girl dirty dance with each other.




Heather Rules Ch. 12



The crowd cheered wildly when wet streaks appeared on each of the girls' thighs from the juices coming from their stimulated pussies. From the expressions on their faces and their hard protruding nipples it was obvious they were both orgasming at the same time.

Heather dropped to her knees; her face almost touching the pussy of the other woman. Playfully, her tongue flicked out, almost but not quite touching her partners gash. Just as quickly, Heather flipped around on her hands and knees turning her backdoor to the other girl.

The other girl came up behind Heather and started thrusting, fucking Heather with an imaginary cock. At the same time the woman's hands roamed across Heather's body; kneading Heather's breasts and caressing the rest of Heather's womanly curves.

Another naked woman came out with a fake pink plastic phallus strapped to her crotch and wagging from side to side. Naked girl number 2 took naked girl number one's place behind my wife's upturned ass. Next, to my absolute amazement, girl number 2 positioned the pink plastic shaft at my wife's entrance and then pushed. 

In it went, my wife's pliant flesh yielding to the plastic rod invading her body where only a man's penis had ever been before. The plastic tube reached its limit and girl number 2 slowly extracted the dong as the raging crowd of horny men cheered the girl-girl action playing out on the stage in front of them.

Slowly girl number 2 built up a rhythm as her fake cock glided gently in and out of my wife's hot snatch. Heather was now reacting as if the cock pumping in and out of her were real as the pleasure of her doggy style fucking began welling in her.

Girl number 1 had been an idle spectator, dancing in time to the music and cheering my wife and girl number 2 on, waiting for just the right moment. When she sensed that the time had come, she lay down in front of Heather and offered her pussy to my wife.

Heather did not hesitate, burying her mouth into girl number 1's eager hungry snatch. Heather's introduction to Sapphic love was now complete as she enthusiastically feasted on her new lover's pussy in front of her.

The crowd was cheering wildly and they piled more money on the stage but all three girls were oblivious to what was happening around them as they built themselves up into a rhythm of ever increasing lesbian love delights. 

Girl number 1 was the first to reach her climax as her body shuddered in orgasm. At just the right moment as if they had rehearsed it Heather pulled her mouth away from her lover's pussy which squirted copious amounts of girl cream up and out, coating Heather's face and hair. 

If I had not seen it I would never have believed it. As stream after stream squirted Heather in her face and in her hungry mouth.

As this was happening Heather reached her climax as her pussy spasmed around the pink unrelenting invader sliding in and out of her. Seeing this cause girl number 2 to fill in the final piece of the girl-girl-girl three way.

Spent and exhausted the three women collapsed into a heap of naked sweaty twisted girl flesh as they cuddled and kissed each other tenderly. Girl number 1 made a show of sucking and licking girl my wife's juices off of number 2's still erect fake cock.

My mouth was dry and parched and my head was spinning as I stared at the nasty scene in front of me. I could not believe this was my wife, my previously caste, virtuous, Christian wife, and yet it was her. God, I was so horny, I wanted to jump on the stage and fuck Heather right there and then along with every other man in the building. 

The last song of the set ended and Heather's new friends guided her off the stage. The crowd kept cheering so much that the house could not start the next set so the manager signaled for Heather and the girls to come out for a curtain call.

They came out arm in arm and as their fans applauded they embraced again, kissing with new found passion and they left the stage again. More applause brought them out again but this time they only linked arms and bowed for their adoring fans. Finally the applause began to die down and the next girl was able to start as the money was collected from the stage.

I headed for the car still holding Heather's dress, unsure of what Heather would do next. I had just rounded the corner of the building when I saw Heather standing next to the car naked her hair still wet with girl juice. I was surprised Heather had not drawn a crowd but I guess everyone was still inside waiting to see her come out from backstage.

As I came to Heather, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Thank you!" She said. "Thank you for being the best most understanding husband in the world!" We were kissing just like it was normal for us to kiss with Heather naked outside of a strip club.

My cock was rock hard and I was horny as hell; Heather was horny as hell. We finally could not stand it anymore. I did not care who saw or what happened. I dragged Heather around to the back of the car and bent her over the trunk before spreading her legs. My pants were down and my cock out in a flash.

Holding Heather down on the car with one hand, I used the other to position my cock at Heather's already over used entrance and then in a single hard thrust I was buried deep in Heather's tunnel and I began to violent thrust in and out. 

Heather just grunted and groaned as I pounded her for all I was worth. "Yes, yes, yes," she wailed as my cock plowed in and out of her sopping hole, making little sucking and squishing noises as I did.

As horny as I was I did not last long so in moments I was shooting my load into Heather's steamy already fucked snatch. 

Regaining my senses, I realized the peril I had placed Heather in as a few men had started gathering around us, openly short stroking their exposed and hard cocks. Quickly, I rushed Heather into the car and just as quickly jumped in my side of the car and sped off to a chorus of profanity.

Heather was laughing and chattering away about what a great night she had when she asked where her dress was. 

That is when it hit me. Shit! I had put it on the trunk lid when I had started fucking Heather and had not gotten it before we drove off. Her dress was now somewhere between us and the club, another trophy for another pervert. Heather was once again riding around naked in our convertible rental car with the top down. Furthermore, she had to again negotiate getting to our hotel room while nude without getting caught.

Funny, even when we started out intending this night to be a return to normal, we have managed to turn it into yet another perverted sexual adventure. 

I did not answer Heather but when she realized what had happened, she laughed at the irony of our situation and I laughed with her.

Heather and I sat in the car holding hands just like everything was normal. You would never guess from seeing her face that she was naked.

I watched lustfully as her bare breasts and nipples were illuminated as we passed each street light only to be covered by dark shadows before being illuminated by the next street light. She spread her legs and put her feet up on the dashboard, opening her pussy up for an unobstructed view.

She was seen by several people walking along the street as we passed them and by a number of men driving SUV's. All were shocked at the brazenness of the naked woman in the convertible. Some displayed disgust but most were delighted to have such an intimate view of my wife.

Did it really matter anymore how many saw her? Hundreds had already seen her on stage naked and even dirty dancing and having lesbian sex with two women. Would a few more hurt anything?

I pulled into the hotel parking garage. "Pull into the first available space," Heather instructed. I looked at her with concern. "Do it!" She commanded.

There was an open space on the busy first floor but it was also a long way from the elevators. I parked. 

The first floor was brightly lit and cars were always passing as they were either coming or exiting. For the first time tonight I was scared. How were we going to pull this off without getting caught and arrested?

Heather looked at me and saw my concern and reassured me, "Don't worry, it'll be fun. I promise."

Heather reached under her seat and pulled out handcuffs that had a long chain attached to be used as a lead. She handed me the key and said, "Put them on me." 

I looked at her quizzically. 

"Yes David gave them to me now go ahead, put them on me." She instructed again.

Mindlessly, I took the cuffs and opened one of the bracelets; slipping Heather's right wrist through the opening before closing the ratchet and locking the cuff around Heather's arm. With one arm secure, I did the same with the other.

Seeing Heather handcuffed and naked was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen in my life. My cock was so hard, it hurt!

I looked at Heather; nothing was said, nothing needed to be said. I opened my door and got out of the car and went to Heather's side and opened the door. Her eyes were open wide and her nostrils flared showing that for all of the confidence she tried to show, she was in fact scared.

I helped her out of the car and took the end of the chain to lead her to the elevators. I led the way and Heather followed. 

A car headed for the exit rounded the end of the row. There was no escape for Heather this time as I just kept walking. The car passed me without hesitation but when Heather came into view, the startled driver slowed to gawk at the naked woman, handcuffed and being led by a man.

The first car went on its way but a second car came from the opposite direction. They encountered my naked wife from the rear slowing to stare at my beautiful wife in her nakedness before continuing on their way. 

This was repeated three more times before we made it to the elevators. Each time the driver only slowed to get a good look at the man leading the naked handcuffed lady in the parking garage but no one stopped or even seemed to want to report it. Heather's broad smile must have assured them that she was not in any danger. I guess in California a man leading a naked smiling handcuffed woman around is no reason to be alarmed.

Heather was partially concealed behind me as a young couple stepped out of the elevator; never noticing Heather. So strange.

Once in the elevator, Heather stood in the back center as I stood off to the side, holding the chain connected to Heather's handcuffs. The elevator began to rise toward our floor and the safety of our room. If we were lucky we would pass the lobby without stopping.

No such luck. The elevator slowed and stopped at the lobby. The doors opened obediently to let more passengers on.

Five businessmen of various ages entered; greeted by my naked handcuffed wife and me holding the chain attached to Heather.

"She lost a bet," I told them, answering their unasked question.

They all snickered but said nothing; instead taking full advantage of the opportunity fate had provided them to ogle a naked woman and appreciate all of her fully displayed charms.

We arrived at our floor. One of the men asked if they could take Heather with them. Heather smiled as if to accept the offer but I declined. We had had enough adventures for one night.

"Well, here's my card if you change your mind just call my cell number," the leader said. I took his card, noting that they were from Wisconsin, not far from Chicago.

In the room, Heather was her normal excited self as she alternated between declaring her love for me and how exciting it was to do what we had been doing as I stripped naked. 

She asked me to unlock her handcuffs but I had other ideas.

Instead, I took the cushions off of the couch and laid them in the floor. Heather looked at me confused. Next, I had Heather lie down on the cushions and then taking the end of the chain I wrapped around a table leg and pulled. This raise and secured Heather's arms above her head and stretched out her chest. I have always loved the look of a woman's chest when her hands are raised and her breasts are pulled up and tight.

With Heather secured as she was, I was totally free to do as I pleased. I lay beside her and allowed my hands to roam freely over her tight chest and breasts. I sucked on one tender nipple and then the other; alternating freely. I kissed up and down her stretched tummy and around her thighs. 

I stuck my head between Heather's legs and lapped freely at the sweet juicy folds of my angel's sex. I stayed at it, pleasuring Heather and stimulating her tender clit until Heather took a huge gasp and I was rewarded with spurt after delicious spurt of the wonderful elixir my love gives me when she orgasms.

When I was ready, I crawled between her legs and aimed my over hard cock at the hole that has always brought me so much pleasure for so many years. I pushed forward, savoring the feeling as I was enveloped by Heather's velvety smoothness. I tried to go slow; wanting this feeling to last, but I was too far gone again. 

I plunged myself in and out of Heather until I could no longer hold and the familiar feeling in my groin signaled the beginning of my orgasm. With one last solid thrust I again emptied my balls into my lover.

Breathless and expended, I withdrew from the warm place that had engulfed me.

I was done.

I unlocked Heather's handcuffs, crawled into bed and fell asleep. Tomorrow, Heather is Jason's but tonight Heather has been all mine and I would not change a thing.



Heather Rules Ch. 13



Morning brought the ever faithful Jason to our room, except this time he was not here to serve breakfast but he was here to take Heather on a play date with him and his friends.

Jason was dressed in the long swim trunks that are so popular with young boys now and a tank top. Heather is tormenting the boy by strutting naked in front of him, jiggling her bare tits and bending over flashing him her gash.

"I could not decide which bathing suit to wear so I want you to pick one, Jason, dear," Heather instructs the poor boy pressing a bare breast against his arm.

Jason looks completely dumbfounded by his luck and he cannot take his eyes off the naked woman in front of him long enough to make a decision.

Watching Jason, I am struck by how much I take having a wife for granted. Watching him and his exuberance at being able to see a real live naked woman up close reminded me of how ordinary it had all become for me. 

I thought back to when Heather and I were first married and about how excited I was to see her nude for the first time. The first time I saw her bare breasts, the first time I held one in my hand, the first time I sucked on her nipple. So much that thrilled me then that I now fail to appreciate.

"Do you like the pink?" Heather asks the poor child as she holds up a pink bikini top for his inspection. He is more interest in the pink of her nipples that show just below the top Heather is holding. "Or how about the white?"

Jason really is not concerned with picking a top; he is just hoping he will get lucky later. Today, he is going to get to fuck a girl for the first time and not just a girl but a real live woman. And if his friends are lucky they will get to fuck her, too.

Seeing Jason so giddy brought back memories of our wedding night; well actually four days after our wedding, when my cock finally penetrated the protective barrier and entered Heather for the first time. I remember the wonderful feeling of her velvety soft interior enveloping my rigid pole. Thinking about it now sends a shiver up my spine and my causes my hard cock to pulse.

How many times since then had I pleasured myself inside of Heather's pussy? Hundreds, thousands of time, who knows? It had all become so routine. Once maybe twice a week, roll over on top of Heather insert penis, thrust, thrust, thrust and then shoot my load. It became as common place as shampooing; rinse, soap and repeat. Never once thinking about how amazing what I was doing really was.

Jason knows though or he is about to find out.

"I like this one," Jason announces.

Jason has picked a favorite of mine. What little there is of it, it is a white unlined crocheted bikini. The two cups are small, barely covering Heather's nipples with strings used to tie it behind her neck and back. The bottom is a single triangle covering her crotch with a string running around her hips and another string running up her butt crack. Effectively, from the back, she appears to be naked.

The boy's eyes are on Heather; everything he says and does is focused on pleasing her. It seems unthinkable that this boy, a mere child, focuses on my woman more than I do.

"What do you think?" Heather asks; standing provocatively.

The boy stares lasciviously at Heather as she slowly twirls around displaying herself for Jason's lustful looks.

"Fantastic!" is all Jason says.

"Good" Heather answers before she reaches into the closet and pulls out a beach cover, a decent one this time at least, and puts it on. She is, no doubt, planning a grand unveiling; something to keep the other boys in suspense until Heather is ready to be unwrapped.

Heather comes over to me to kiss me goodbye. A part of me does not want her to go; a part of me wants her to stay here with me. I know that it is not to be; I know that I am powerless to stop what is going to happen. I feel a lot like I am throwing a beautiful piece of meat to a pack of hungry dogs.

Heather stops at the door and give Jason a hard passionate kiss, a prelude of things to come and waves a final goodbye.

"Bye Mr. J and thanks for letting me have your wife," an ecstatic Jason crows triumphantly to me as he leaves closing the door behind him.

Once again Heather is gone and I am alone to my fantasies.

In class, I seldom look Jeannie in the face; instead my gaze is constantly drawn down to the white canvas shoes and the blue logo in back. One look and I am instantly hard as I recall the splendid torment she is able to inflict with them.

Jeannie catches me staring at her shoes and smiles when I look up at her. She knows what I am thinking.

I develop a plan. Heather most likely will not be back until later in the evening so maybe if I ask Jeannie?

At lunch I catch Jeannie alone and I ask, "Jeannie, I seem to be having a problem and I was hoping you could help after class with it."

Jeannie knows exactly what I want. She smiles but does not answer; instead she slides her fingers into the waistband of my underwear. Her well manicured nails scrap along the length of my erection in a most tantalizing way. 

I suck in my breath and shiver as her nails scratch their way to my scrotum and its enclosed balls. Once she reaches her target, her fingers fan out and engulfs me before she turns the tips of her fingers inward and drives the sharpened points into my tender sack. 

Jeannie smiles devilishly and says, "I am sure I can help you with your little problem."

Copious amounts of precum seep from the tip of my penis; coating Jeannie's arm where my penis makes contact. It leaves a wet streak along her arm as she removes her hand from my pant's front.

She holds out her arm without saying a thing. I know from reading the internet stories what is expected of me. Kneeling at my tormentor's feet just the way she has taught me, I use my tongue to clean Jeannie's arm of my juices.

The taste is salty and tangy and mixes with the scent of Jeannie's perfumed skin. It is a heady mixture that overloads my brain from the intensity of my sensory perception. 

When Jeannie is satisfied, she lightly touches my face with her hand and smiles down at me gently. I bend over and kiss each of Jeannie's canvas shoe clad feet and then she leaves me without saying a word.

The rest of the afternoon is filled with information and moves by slowly. The whole time I watch Jeannie's feet and those damned white canvas shoes as she roams around the room. The blue label on the back with those silly three letters almost seems to be taunting me.

After class, I wait patiently for the other students to file out. At last, I am alone with Jeannie; she closes and locks the door to prevent any unwanted intrusion.

In a flash, I am naked and on my knees and elbows bowed down with my face to the floor awaiting my fate.

Jeannie walks over to me, pauses, and then slowly circles me repeatedly. She stands in front of me and raises one canvas shoe enclosed foot to my face. The distinctive smell of the rubber sole and her sweaty feet fills my nostrils. 

I bend forward and kiss the shoe repeatedly. My cock is hard and stands straight out from lap. 

Jeannie resumes circling me. The anticipation is killing me but I remain in position. At last, she stops behind me and nudges me in the ass. Knowingly, I move up on all fours and spread my legs. My cock and testicles now swing freely between my legs; Jeannie has complete unhindered access.

I shiver as the toe of Jeannie's shoe touches my suspended gonads. My pendulous organs swing as she, like a cat toying with a ball, playfully boxes them using her shoe covered foot. I am in such splendid agony.

Jeannie stops. Suddenly, a delightful searing pains shoots through my body. Jeannie has kicked me between my spread legs, catching me squarely in my testicles as they hang free and defenseless. I roll on the floor as I see white sparks flashing in my tightly synched closed eyes. I am breathless and struggle to breath.

I tightly grip my abused balls as I wait for the splendid pain to subside.

Jeannie stands over me with only the slightest of smiles on her face. She rewards me. From where I lie, I can see up her skirt and her well trimmed pussy covered only by the flimsiest of lace g-strings. The scent of the canvas shoes again fills my brain.

Once again, my cock stirs. As the pain leaves me it begins to return to hardness.

Using her shoe encased foot; Jeannie prompts me to lie on my back before she guides me to spread my legs. Placing a chair between my spread legs, Jeannie takes a seat looking down on me.

The sole of one Jeannie's shoes contacts my still pulsating testicles causing me to flinch. She twirls her foot; rolling my balls around under her foot. A second shoe makes contact with my hardened pole. A chill runs up and down my spine caused by Jeannie's simultaneous assault on my sensitive organs.

Jeannie slips the heel of her shoe off of her foot and slides my hardened cock into its warm moist interior. I was in sheer delight as my penis was pinned between the soft sole of Jeannie's bare foot and the inside of her canvas shoe.

Jeannie expertly manipulates balls and cock; flooding my brain with a combination of pleasure mixed with pain. Jeannie's shoe falls off so that only her bare foot works my stiff member.

I thought it was by accident but Jeannie is well practiced in man torture and knows I cannot last. Indeed, far too soon for me, the familiar feelings come over me and my balls under Jeannie's shoe beginning pumping my cream out the end of my cock head.

God, the feeling was unbelievably intense as spurt after spurt shoots out of me. 

As my senses return to me, I am suddenly aware of something pressing on my lips. I open my eyes and pressed against my lips is one of Jeannie's manicured and crimson painted toes. To my surprises, also coating her toe and foot is my cum, which Jeannie has caught.

Knowing what comes next, I open my mouth and begin to suck and kiss Jeannie's cum coated foot. Enthusiastically, I clean my discharge from her foot; relishing the taste of cum mixed with the flavor of Jeannie's bare foot.

Once Jeannie is satisfied with my oral efforts, she withdraws her foot, to my disappointment. Finished, she has me gather my clothes and walks me, still naked out the door. Once in the hall, she pecks my on the cheek and says, "Bye-e" and locking the door behind us leaves me.

I stand motionless for a few moments until the realization that I am undressed hits me. I dress and head for the hotel.

On the way, I try to take stock of my new situation. It is so strange to me that I have abandoned so much of my former life. Before a couple of weeks ago, Heather and I were the typical uptight pure and chaste Mid-western married couple. Adultery was the fartherest thing from our minds, unless you count the Loving Wives stories.

Now a few short days later, Heather is a hooker, harlot, whore and me, me, I am a cum eating submissive who enjoys having his cock and balls tortured and abused, not to mention that a certain brand of ladies white canvas shoe turns me on.

I should hate it, I should be completely appalled but I am not. Instead, I find that I am anxious to hear about Heather's latest infidelities with Jason and his friends.

Back at the hotel as I am approaching our room, unbelievably, I hear the unmistakable rhythmic heavy breathing and gasping of a copulating man and woman. Standing at the door, I listen to Heather as someone else's cock pounds in and out of her. Heather's "Oh yeah, Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck my ass hole with that big cock" mixes with the guttural sounds of a male pounding his hardened meat in and out of my wife.

Then there is a pause, as if he is holding his breath which is followed by Heather declaring, "That's it, baby, pump my ass full of your sperm. Shoot you're cum in my married whore ass."

After that comes the sound of a man breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath.

With that and figuring Heather's latest will soon be leaving, I beat a hasty retreat to the floor's service alcove and watch and wait.

The door opens; from where I am hidden in the shadows I can see without being seen. The man exits the room; Heather follows, naked of course. They stand facing each other and kiss. I know who it is, it's Don, the guy from my class and Heather's first John but what is he doing here? I mean besides the obvious.

They kiss again and he runs his hands over Heather's breasts and nipples and says, "I'm glad we ran into each other, that was something I always wanted to do and now that I have done it I may never fuck a woman in the pussy again."

"Was I worth it?" Heather asks. Heather turns and presents her ass to her suitor; spreading her cheeks open so he gets a clear look at what his cock has done to her anus.

Don stares at its puckered reddened surface reverently and tentatively touches it with an outstretched finger. "Oh god, yes." Don replies. "You were incredible; the best ever!"

They kiss again and he turns and heads toward me and the elevator. I duck back into the alcove and wait until I hear the elevator close before I come out and go back to our room.

As I walk into the room, Heather is bent over in front of the mirror examining her asshole, a streak of cum leaking out. On the dresser sits a fresh stack of hundred dollar bills.

Seeing me, Heather straightens up and then comes and kisses me before heading to shower and cleanup. Coming out of the bathroom her makeup and hair are perfect once again and she quickly slides a sundress over her naked body and she is ready for dinner.

I decide to wait for Heather to lead the conversation into her activities for the day.

"I guess you saw your friend Don leave." She starts.

"Yes, he seemed pleased," I reply. 

"Oh, he was! Jason had just dropped me off about 5:30; I can't wait to tell you about my day with Jason and his friends. Anyway, I was headed to door when I hear a man's voice calling my name. 

I am sure I made quite a sight with my windblown hair and sweaty cum stained body. I turned and saw Don practically running toward me. 

When he got to me he embraced and kissed me like we were long lost friends. I was struggling to keep my beach cover on since it was the only thing I was wearing; I have no idea where my bikini went, I guess one of the boys has it as a souvenir. 

The bottom of my cover came open without me knowing it and gave Don a clear view of my pussy and the fresh cum dripping down my thighs. My clit was standing out from under its hood and pointed straight at Don. Don stopped talking and just stared; I made no effort to cover up, I just stood there shamelessly and proud giving Don an eyeful.

Coming out of his momentary trance, Don pulls me to a quiet corner of the lobby and makes his proposition. 'I was hoping to run into you again; I have another proposition for you. You see there's this thing I have always wanted to do and I could never find a girl who would let me. '

Go on, I said encouraging him.

'I have always wanted to fuck a girl in her....anally and well, I was wondering if I could fuck yours for, I don't know say $1,000.'

I started thinking, $1,000 to get fucked in the ass; that's probably a low ball number I bet he'll go higher."

That's my girl, learning to negotiate.

"I told him no and started to walk away. He grabbed my arm and stopped me and said '$1,100 then.'

Ok so he will go higher, I wonder how high. I thought for a minute and told him no and he quickly raised it to $1,200. $1,200 that's a lot of cash but he might go higher. I said I don't think so, it's not something I really like to do and I have other customers waiting.

'$2,000' he says with the sound of desperation in his voice, 'that's all I have' as he flashed a roll of hundred dollar bills.

I pretended to think for a second before, "Ok, Ok, Ok I'll do it;" I told him and started leading him to the elevators and to our room. In the elevator, I pulled off my beach cover and dropped it. Once we were at our floor I didn't cover back up but strolled to our room followed by Don.

The maid saw but said nothing; just went on about her business like I wasn't there.

In the room, Don placed the bills on the dresser as I lay down waiting for him to undress, which didn't take long. I pulled the lube from my bag and handed it to him and then got on all fours before dropping my head so that I was ass up and face down.

Don squeezed the tube and a good sized dollop oozed out and hit my puckered opening. It was cold so I jumped a little. Don used his fingers to spread the goo around and into my hole, before he applied some to his cock.

Ready, he positioned himself behind me and placed his cock at my anus and started pushing in. I willed myself to relax and could feel every fraction of an inch as his cock expanded my tight hole and began to slide past the tight ring. I'm getting fucked in the ass so much now it's getting easier and easier.

Slowly, inexorably my anus gave way to his hard pole and when the head of Don's cock slipped past my spinnaker he cried out, 'Oh god, yes.'

I let him think it hurt more than it did so he'd think I hadn't done this too much. He held himself there for a few seconds letting me adjust to his intrusion before he began slowly inserting more of his shaft into my rectum. After a few short thrusts, Don was buried in me completely. Once he bottomed out he began fucking my ass in earnest.

Then to my surprise he stopped and pulled out of me. I didn't expect this because I knew he had not finished. That's when I felt him nudge me to roll over so I rolled over onto my back. Now he was over me looking down on me.

He took a pillow and slid it under my butt so that my ass was propped up. Once I was in the position he wanted me he returned the tip of his cock to my anus and began reinserting himself. This time he went in me almost immediately, resuming his assault in my poor anus and rectum again. He had wanted to watch my face and look at my spread open empty pussy at the same time as he fucked my ass.

Now he was into it and so was I as his cock slides out and back in again. He was breathing heavy and grunting loudly and I was breathing heavy and talking dirty. We were so loud I bet they could hear us in the hall."

"They could," I tell Heather.

"What?" She asks in surprise.

"They, I mean I, could hear Don banging away into you," I inform her. "I came up and I could hear you two before I even got to the room."

For the first time in days, I see Heather actually blush, which seems strange after everything that has happened over the past twelve days. 

Heather took a big gulp from her drink and continued, "Anyway, we were very noisy, and of course you know that. He was gliding in and of my ass easily now so I was able to get some pleasure out of it. At one point, he sat back on his heels and when I propped myself on my elbows I was able his cock sliding in and out of my ass hole, too. God, it looked so nasty having his thing in my rectum instead of my pussy, I wish you could have seen it.

He was trying hard to make it last and to get his money's worth but I had other ideas; so I tightened my muscle making me tighter around his cock and soon he shot his load deep in my bowels. He tried to hold himself in me longer but inevitably his cock shrank back down to normal and slid out of me like I was shitting a turd." Heather giggled at her little joke. 

"He got dressed and I walked him out into the hall and, well, I guess you saw the rest." She said as she finished telling me about the last part of her day first.

"How was your date with Jason?" I ask nonchalantly.

Heather tried to play coy by simply answering "good" but she could not contain herself and soon she was telling me all about the first part of her day.

"Ok, I have just got to tell you. First it wasn't just Jason; it was Jason and 6 of his friends. One of his friend's, Kyle, I think that was his name or was it Steve, oh it doesn't matter, turned 18 today so that is why they all were going to the lake. Everyone else was already 18 so we were all nice and legal. 




Heather Rules Ch. 13



All of them were your typical California kids, tall and lean and fairly good looking. Although all of them were innocent and never had had a girl friend much actually fucked one but that was all about to change.

Since there were eight of us total and there was only room for seven to sit in the truck, I had to ride and I do mean ride in someone's lap. I took full advantage of the situation by grinding my ass into the boys' hard cocks as I took a turn in each of their laps. 

They were so cute because occasionally I would pretend to lose my balance so that the boy whose lap I was in would have to reach up and steady me, and when they did they would invariably grab and squeeze my boob. When they did they turned a bright red and quickly apologized and try and act all innocent.

I played along with them by pretending to be completely innocent and act like I didn't feel their hard cocks under my ass.

By the time we got to the lake everyone, except the driver, had a huge hardon in their swim shorts and had copped a feel of my tits several times. 

I had assumed that once we were on the lake we would head someplace private to party but the boys surprised me by actually spending the first hour swimming. I didn't join them because I had decided to stay covered until I was ready for my grand unveiling. 

The boys acted like ten year olds as they swam around constantly doing something to get my attention and yelling, 'Heather watch me' 'Heather watch me.'

I guess they must have swam around for about an hour before someone suggested they should rest and snack on something, so we headed for a secluded place on shore where they immediately setup a picnic area by hauling a grill, coolers and table and chair up from off of the boat. One of the boys had a boom box and an IPod so we had some tunes. At last we were ready to party.

As the music started to play I got up and started dancing. This is what I had been waiting for. I started into my routine; every one of their young eyes were riveted to my body. 

I swaggered and swayed giving them a glimpse of bare ass here or an almost bare tit there. I was merciless in my teasing and they were eating it up.

When I finally got around to removing my beach cover they all stared at me like they were in a trance. That is until one of them got a bright idea and boys being boys, he came up behind me and slipped an ice cube into by bikini top. Nothing turns a girl on more than putting an ice cube in her bikini top, let me tell you.

Well I of course jumped around from the rude surprise until I realized what he had done and that is when I simply untied my top and pulled it off over my head and tossed it on the table.

The boys were shocked when I continued dancing topless, none of them having seen real girl tits before. I did this for a while until I got an idea. I danced up to the boy who had put the ice cube in my top and distracted him. That's when I pulled an ice cube out of his drink and swiftly dropped into his shorts and started running off.

He and the other boys followed in hot pursuit. Once he caught me, I struggled with him and then the rest of them for a few minutes pulling my bikini bottom off in the process and leaving me naked. Once they had me by each of my legs and arms I stopped struggling and said 'somebody fuck me.'

That was all they needed to hear and they carried me back to the picnic area. Swiftly, they cleared off the table and put me on top still holding me spread eagle in place as Kyle climbed between my legs with his hard cock swinging between his legs. 

Somehow, they must have worked out the order for fucking me because everything seemed to have already been decided. Kyle was first because it was his birthday."

I started to interrupt but Heather knew what I was about to ask.

"I know," she cut me off saying; "you want to know about condoms. I knew the boys were all virgins so they were no danger to me and besides I think the first time should be bareback, besides you don't get a say because on this trip its..."

"Heather rules," I interrupted. "Yes, I know but still you're taking a helluva a lot of chances." 

"Where was I; oh yeah.

Fortunately, I was dripping wet in anticipation of this happening because the inexperienced boy had no idea about warming a girl up. He just positioned himself at my opening and rammed himself into me in a single hard motion. He didn't slow up either as he fucked me for all he was worth and he quickly shot his load of cum in my pussy.

No sooner was he off of me than Jason took his turn. He was a little better, though his inexperience was evident too. He was gentler and took more time to get going. His fucking was a lot better than Kyle's so I relaxed and enjoyed the increasing pleasure building in my pussy.

I was almost to the point of orgasm when Jason stiffened and his cock spasmed in my vagina and he pumped his thick wad of cum into me. Two down four to go for my first gang bang.

No sooner had Jason rolled off of me than the third boy was on top of me pounding his hard young cock in and out of my pussy. In short order he added his load to the other two and he pulled out only to have a fourth jump on top and slide his cock into where the first three had been. That is when I went over the edge for the first time and wave after glorious wave of orgasmic delight washed over my body.

Number four finished adding his load to the others. By now I could feel cum pouring out of me and over my ass to pool on the table below me. 

Number five was in me as quick as the first four sending me into new heights of pleasure. 

After number five came number six, who was followed by number seven. By that time though, I hardly noticed as one left and another one took his place. I had faded into a state of almost constant orgasm as load after load of semen was shot in my pussy. Cum flowed freely out of my hole and created an ever widening wet spot on the table.

Once number seven was done, a new round started. I don't know who came after whom. Everything was just one big blur of guys fucking me. It was none stop fucking. Once, I did open my eyes and looked around, seeing naked boys with their cocks in various states of recovery, joking, high fiving and kidding around with each other.

They kept fucking me and fucking me and fucking me and I loved every minute of it, I couldn't get enough. Invariably things began slowing down as the boys fucked themselves out. All of them had me at least three times and a couple had me five but one fucked me six times! It was unbelievable.

When everyone was fucked out it felt strange to not have a hot hard bodied young man on top of me and my poor pussy felt all squishy and empty.

I started to get up but I was having trouble; seeing this, Jason and a couple other guys came over to help me. It was weird. My legs were all rubbery and I had a hard time getting my balance back. With the boys holding me up while I tried to walk around I was at last able to stand on my own.

They brought me a chair and I sat down. Someone handed me a bottle of water which I drank straight down so they handed me a second.

With my senses returning I became acutely aware of how washed out I was and I must have made quite a sight. My hair was matted and soaking wet from my sweat. My body, too, was soaking wet from mine and the boys mingled sweat. Dried cum covered my pussy and thighs with still more trickling out of my pussy.

Then I looked at the boys and saw their complete limp and expended cocks and started laughing.

This broke the mood and the boys all became relieved and excited at once and talking and carrying on about how great I was and how good I was and how much they enjoyed it. Then they were talking and bragging among themselves about who had fuck more and longer and who had made me cum the most. 

After that we all made our way down to the lake to rinse off. As we were all skinny dipping I became the center of attention again as seven pairs of young male hands cleaned every square inch of my body, especially my ass and boobs.

Eventually, their enthusiasm wore down and they scattered to do other boyish things, leaving me to myself.

With the boys away playing, I was able to spend some time tending to myself and cleaning off the residue. The cool water worked wonders on my poor pussy which had stopped leaking cum. The cool breezes blowing across my wet nipples felt wonderful and of course made them protrude out long and proud from my breasts.

A couple of fisherman came close to see what the commotion was. The boys all ducked down in the water to hide their nakedness but not me; I stood up out of the water and waved, giving the two a clear view of my naked tits and bare pussy.

They, of course, smiled and waved back. I motioned for them to come closer and they did. I stood by their boat chit chatting, giving them a good long look at my tits and pussy before they headed on their way.

With the fishermen gone the boys resumed their playing and I just sat down in the water propped up on my arms behind me and watched their adolescent antics. Jason eventually came toward me, first swimming and once he was able to stand he stood and walked.

It was like a scene out of a movie as the handsome young lad rises up out of the water and comes to the damsel on the shore. Standing in front of me, his thick long youthful cock hanging seductively between his legs. I could not take my eyes off of it as I studied his long shaft tipped with a beautiful purplish crimson heart shaped head.

Without saying a word he held out his hand. I put my hand in his and stood. Hand in hand he led me down the shore and to the boat. My pussy was responding appropriately in preparation for what he had planned.

The boat was fairly large and had a cabin and a bed. We lay down together on the bed and began making out; kissing passionately and letting our hand roam over each other's bodies. Almost immediately, I could feel his soft cock begin to harden and glide up my leg as it rose.

Jason broke our kissing and began nibbling on my ear lobe and you know how hot that gets me. Then he really drove me wild by kissing and nibbling down my neck to my breasts and especially my nipples.

What he lacked in experience, Jason made up for in enthusiasm as he worshiped my breasts with his tongue and mouth.

The next thing he did surprised me, instead of coming back up and just going to fucking, he started kissing his way down my stomach. When he reached my pussy he stopped, I was afraid he wasn't going to go down on me but I should not have feared. He was taking his time to examine every minute detail of my pussy since it was the first one he had ever seen.

He spread my lips apart and explored the woman parts that are normally hidden from view. He retracted my hood so that he got a close up look at my clit. He raked his finger over my pee opening which made me gasp. Next, that same finger, found my opening where he slowly sang it into my depths. He wiggled his finger around inside of me, memorizing his first feel inside of a girl's velvety vagina.

Once his curiosity was satisfied he flicked his tongue up the entire length of my cleft. When his tongue touched my engorged clitoris I felt bolts of white hot lightning flash throughout my body causing me to cry out in ecstasy.

My reaction encouraged his oral explorations even more and he was delighted as I literally danced on his mouth in gratification from his efforts.

I reached a point when I could not stand it any longer so I reached down and pulled his face to mine and we kissed erotically. I reached for his cock to guide it into me but he stopped me. I looked at him in confusion but quickly understood what he wanted as he guided me onto my hands and knees and positioned himself behind me, certain that he too would use me in my asshole.

I waited for Jason; the tip of his cock contacted the outside of my real fuck tunnel, grateful that he only wanted me doggy style. As he pressed forward my pliant flesh separated and surrounded his pole as it slowly glided in. I pushed back at him impatiently anxious for him to fill me with his cock and fuck my pussy but he was insistent on taking his time.

By the time he was fully in I was already over the edge and convulsing uncontrollably as my orgasm spread all over my body. I was shivering in delight. And when he started pumping in and out of me with his firm young cock, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

I have no idea how long he lasted but this time it was much longer as my body was rocked by a continuous stream of orgasms. When it was his time, he stiffened, as all men do, and I could feel his cock pulse as stream after stream of his hot, white jism was pumped into the back of my pussy.

He held himself in me until his cock softened completely and then he fell out of me.

I could hear Jason leave but I just stayed in the position Jason left me in, relishing the sublime feeling I was feeling.

Then there was the sound of someone entering the cabin followed by the feeling of a hard cock grazing my upturned butt cheeks. Then the tip was sliding past my entrance and once again I was filled with hard stiff boy meat as he fucked in and out of me.

It felt nice but it did not have the same effect Jason had on me. The cock in me soon injected me with its contribution and left. 

There was another brief wait and a third boy made his presence known, a third cock slid in and out of me and a third cock dumped more semen in the back of my vagina.

And so we continued. 

After Jason left I don't know who came and went, I never looked up. I just kept my ass in the air and let whoever came in fuck me.

By the time number seven was finishing, the boys had packed up and were ready to go back because most had to go to work or I guess they would still be fucking me.

With number seven gone, I collapsed on the bed and took the next few minutes to bask in the afterglow of my multiple copulations. I had had quite a day; I had had a seven man, boy, gang bang and I felt like I had been fucked a hundred times.

I reached down and touched my opening and the fluid that was now streaming out of me. I could not believe how much there was even though I had taken at least seven new loads.

I coated my fingers generously with the mix of the boys' cum and then put my fingers in my mouth to taste the tangy and salty mixture. God, I am such a nasty whore because I repeatedly did it until I could not get any more.

Their cum was now drying on my legs and pussy and on my mouth as well.

After the boys had finished with me and I had had time to compose myself, I left the cabin and rejoined the boys on deck as we headed back to the dock. I remained naked even though the boys had cleaned up and put their shorts back on. 

The wind and the spray blowing across my naked body felt cool and refreshing and helped to dry off my body. Even back at the dock I didn't bother to cover up, instead I just strolled to the truck like everything was normal, to the delight of the few men scattered around the dock area.

As I was waiting for the boys to load everything up they would take every opportunity to tickle me in the sides or grope my bare ass or titties. Occasionally, as they were tickling me I would bend over and one of them would slide a finger in my vagina, too.

Then everything got really weird, it seemed they had decided it would be fun to tie me on the hood of the truck and display me like I was a hunting trophy, sort of like they had bagged a cougar. So the next thing I know I am tied spread eagle on the hood of the truck as we head away from the lake and toward the highway.

They didn't drive very fast but it was still frightening being tied down and helpless; the wind blowing over my bare body and the heat of the engine burning hot on my poor backside. 

Occasionally, we would pass a car or truck coming from the other direction and they would honk and wave as they passed. They all had big shit eating grins on their faces at seeing a naked lady tied to the hood of a truck. Displayed like a prize hunting kill.

I was grateful but disappointed at the same time; when they stopped and let me loose before we got on the highway. The rest of the ride home I spent taking turns sitting in different guy's laps with their cock buried in my pussy while sucking on another guy's and jacking off a third. 

When we got to Jason's car, each of the boys took turns groping me and feeling me up one last time.

I even stayed naked on the ride back in Jason's car. When we got here, Jason parked in the alley by the hotel; we never even said a word. I just got out of the car and bent myself over the hood and he came up behind me and fucked me one last time.

I think I must have been fucked out because I didn't really feel anything; I was just going through the motions. Once he finished, he embraced me and kissed me hard and thanked me for the most wonderful day of his life."

Heather got a faraway look on her face, "I really have become a complete and total skank whore, haven't I?" Then she turned and looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Thank you. Thank you for letting me do this. I know it must not be easy on you. I know I'd never let you; I'd kill you but thank you for letting me. I hope I can make it up to you somehow in other ways."

We finished dinner and went for a moonlit stroll in a park; we even found a secluded spot and made out. It felt good to hold my wife in my arms and cuddle and kiss.

Back in the room, Heather and I started making love and at one point I was fucking Heather from the rear and thought I would try something. Seeing the tube of lube left over from Heather's earlier ass fucking by Don, I thought I would try it. So, I took the tube and started squeezing the viscous fluid onto Heather's hole.

I was about to slide my finger in when she wiggled her butt and said, "No. That's what whores do."

In my confusion, I pulled out of Heather and she turned and face me and repeated, "That's what whores do. When I'm with you, I'm not a whore, I'm your wife."

I know I probably looked hurt but Heather just smiled and pulled me down on her and tenderly kissed me before guiding my rigid cock back in her vagina where I finished fucking her until I came. We cuddled in the afterglow until we fell asleep. Tomorrow was another day of Heather rules.



Heather Rules Ch. 14



Friday morning and Heather was up bright and early, prancing around nervously, her naked tits wiggled and waggled around with her excited movements. I just propped myself up on my elbow and watched the show.

I looked down at the comforter and for the first time, noticed cum stains. I knew they were not mine; they were probably left by Don when he pulled out of Heather after fucking her in the ass yesterday.

I felt strange seeing another man's semen on the bed covers of the bed where Heather and I slept, just another reminder of how far Heather and I have fallen into depravation these last couple of weeks.

On the corner of the dresser, the stack of hundred dollar bills remained as Don had left them. All in accordance with the rules followed by prostitutes and their Johns. Pay up front but leave it out so she doesn't take the money and run off.

Heather had not even bothered adding them to her stash. She left them just the way Don had put them.

I picked up the stack of bills and counted them out. I was relieved to see that they actually were all hundreds; at least Don had not tried to cheat her. To my surprise, when I finished there was $2,200 instead of $2,000; apparently Don had more than he said. Oh well, at least he had tipped Heather; she must have been better than he thought she would be.

Heather was very excited and anxious as she rushed around almost frantic, whatever her owner, Sy, had planned had Heather frazzled. True to her word, she would not tell me. She just said it was something from my favorite stories and that I wanted her to do it but that I would only find out "if her owner wanted me to" know.

"Where did they go?" She asked desperately to no one in particular.

"Where did what go?" I asked back.

"Huh, what?" She said without thinking. "Where did the handcuffs go? I have to have them." She said as she realized that I actually was in the room with her.

I picked them up off of the dresser where she had left them and handed them to her.

"Oh, thank you you're the best! I don't know what I'd do without you," Heather said as she gave me a quick peck before returning to her frenzied preparations.

Suddenly Heather stopped and examined herself in the mirror and declared herself ready. She picked up the smock that serves as her covering when she goes to and from her owner and slipped it on over her naked body. Next, she took the handcuffs and tried to lock them around her own wrists but she was shaking so bad she could not do it.

She looked at me in desperation so I took them from her and fed the ratchet into the pawl. There was an ominous clicking sound as the teeth of the ratchet engaged the locking mechanism in the pawl until the bracelet fit snuggly to Heather's wrist. Repeating the same action on the other hand and Heather was securely manacled with her hands in front of her and the lead chain dangling down to the floor.

For the next ten minutes Heather sat nervously on the bed fidgeting until there was a knock on the door, actually more of a pounding. Heather jumped at the sound and my heart lodged in my throat.

Opening the door, I was startled to see Marcus' huge black hulking figure looming in front of me. I guess I had not expected to see someone we knew.

"Hey, Larry how ya doin' man," Marcus asked as he grabbed my hand and shook it. My hand inside of his was pitiful and small. "Where's that good lookin' woman of yours? There she is. Damn you look fine. Come on it's time to go!" 

Marcus went to her and pulled Heather to her feet and wrapped her up in his huge arms and planted a hard wet kiss on her. This time his tongue probed deeply into her mouth.

Seeing this dark skinned black man passionately kissing my wife filled me with feelings of rage and anger. Yea, I had had fantasies of Heather doing interracial, I even have favorites but somehow the reality of it pissed me off. 

I wanted to tell the black son of a bitch to get his god damn black ass away from my wife. But what could I do? Nothing, except hold the door open as the black son of a bitch led my wife out of the room by the chain attached to her handcuffed hands. 

I did not even get a good bye kiss instead all she could do was purse her lips and blow me a pretend kiss as she went by. They both disappeared into the staff service elevator bound for who knows where.

Class was basically a review session and an appraisal of how each of us had done. Jeannie pulled me into a vacant room and shoved her hand down my pants to assault my balls by squeezing and kneading them with her fingers. There she pointed out that she is always available to attend to her attendees' needs. Making her point by repeatedly squeezing my testicles as she spoke, racking my body with the pain/pleasure I have come to relish so much.

Class ended at noon and I would have loved to have surrendered to Jeannie's additional training but I needed to know what was going on with Heather.

Back in the room, I waited.....and waited....and waited. 1PM nothing. 1:30 nothing. At 2:00, the room phone rang. The voice on the other end simply gave an address, one time and hung up. Fortunately, I had a pen and paper ready so I did not miss the message.

In a flash, I was down the stairs and in the car quickly punching the information into the GPS system. I was on the road to wherever the address was I was given.

In half an hour, the cheery voice of the GPS system announced, "Arriving at destination."

I parked at the door to a non-descript warehouse in a line of other non-descript warehouses in a development of non-descript warehouses. There was, however, something familiar about this setting. 

Something in a favorite story; seems like it involved a husband who becomes fascinated with an interracial video series involving real wives and, oh my god, that was it!

I went to the door and rang the bell. There was an electronic buzzing sound signaling that the door had been unlocked for me. I opened the door and stepped into a small alcove. The door closed behind shutting out the daylight and leaving me in pitch black. There was nothing but silence and darkness.

A door opened and light streamed into the room causing me to blink; at the door stood a beautiful cheery young black woman named Yvonne. 

"You must be Larry, you certainly got here quick, you must be very anxious," she chirped, "we are almost finished getting Heather ready for her next part and we are ready for you. Follow me," she commanded.

I quickly obeyed, following Yvonne through a large room that I immediately recognized as a movie set from the lighting hanging from the ceiling and the backs of prop scenes.

Yvonne led to a room where I was quickly stripped and make up was applied to my face and body. The beautician even applied a cream to my cock and balls, and not too gently I might add, to make them smooth and completely hairless. I felt weird having this strange black woman apply cream to my intimates and then cleaned me completely, leaving me smooth and hairless.

After that I was led, still naked, into the green room to await Heather and specific instructions.

Heather burst in all excited and jumped into my arms and kissed me deeply. She broke our kiss and took my cock and balls into her hand and started talking, "Can you believe it Larry they're going to do a load in every hole video of us. Just like that favorite story/fantasy of yours except now we're going to do it for real. You're going to love it! 

They've already shot stills, god I was so wicked! I was so stuffed with cocks, I've been such a very bad little girl, I had a black cock stuffed in every one of my holes at the same time as they took pictures! All that's left are the creampie shots after, well, that's why you're here isn't it."

Heather wore a normal housewife's dress and her makeup and hair were normal. The only thing that seemed unlike a normal Mid-western housewife was the garter, g-string and stockings she wore underneath.

Heather kept talking excitedly until Yvonne interrupted Heather by announcing, "We're ready. Here Larry put this on." She told me as she handed me my wardrobe but not before she got a hand full of my cock and balls and gave them a hard squeeze. "I love the feel of a freshly cleaned man," Yvonne said.

"He's my man," Heather reminded Yvonne as she took my hand and held it tightly and led me from the green room. She was chattering nonstop. Doors opened and suddenly Heather and I stepped on a movie set made to look like a billiard pallor. Around the pool table stood Marcus and three other huge black men, each over six feet tall and toned like athletes. 

They all turned and smiled at us as Heather and I entered, around us six different cameras recorded the action from different angles as well as close ups.

"See honey this is the place I told you about," Heather started her rehearsed dialogue. I was not prepped before so that the cameras would record my true reactions "These nice men have agreed to make your fantasy come true, just like you wanted! They're going to fuck me and use me in all of the ways you have imagined and dreamed and these other men are going to video it for us. That is what you wanted, isn't it, dear?" 

I stood wide eyed and bewildered, unable to speak coherently.

"Poor dear, you're speechless I know! But isn't it great! A fantasy come true, just like the story! Your fantasy, honey! Now Larry, honey, you do want these nice men to fuck me, right? Like in that story you like to read on the internet, you know, the one you think I don't know about." Heather cheerfully asks again.

Inexplicably, "Yes," escaped my mouth. 

"Yes, what?" Heather asks. "Tell these men what you want them to do. Say it to the camera."

A camera zoomed in on my face. "Yes, please fuck my wife while I watch. I want to watch you fuck and use my wife." I state as clearly and forcefully as I could. 

"Is that all you want them to do to me?" Heather questioned.

"No!" I came back forcefully as my surprise subsided, "NO! Fuck my white wife with your four big black cocks. Take her bareback. Pump her full of your black baby making sperm. Shove your long black cocks in her pussy and through her cervix. Give us a black baby." I ad libed. "Shove'em in her mouth too and fuck her in her ass! Fill all three of them at the same time! Give her a load in every hole!"

"Sho' man we'll be glad to fuck that hot looking white wife of yours," one of the large black men said in a low gravely African American voice. "Be warned though, after this she's goin' to be a whore for black cock." He came up beside Heather and kissed her hard, squeezing her tit through her dress at the same time.

"Take yo' clothes off and let's see what the woman been getting from you." He commanded with a smile. The other three poked each other and laughed.

The large black man continued embracing Heather and running his hands over her body as I did as I was told and soon I stood naked. My puny six inch long hard white cock stood up proud in front of me. 

Now the black men really laughed.

"Look at that the man's hard; he must really want to see the brothers fuck his wife." The black man said, as he gave Heather another wet, sloppy kiss, "Now be a good boy and go sit in that chair in the corner and watch what real men can do for yo' woman."

"Come on, sugar, let's get a good look at you." He commanded Heather.

As if on cue, the other three encircled Heather and four pairs of black hands roamed unimpeded over Heather's body. There was the sound of ripping cloth as Heather's dress was torn from her body, baring her braless breasts. 

Each man took a turn kissing her deeply, fondling her breasts or squeezing her ass. Black hands were everywhere; rubbing my wife's body as one after the other turned Heather's face to kiss him, their tongues intertwined as the sexual tension built.

The tiny g-string that had been covering Heather's sex was also torn off of her rudely and firm black hands started caressing her there, too. Black fingers now pushed deep into Heather's vagina.

I stayed confined to my corner and I was only able to watch as these black men assaulted my wife from every direction. I had mixed feelings, part of me is deeply offended and felt the need to rip Heather from there clutches and take her away from these black assholes. 

This action continued for a while with cameras rolling; recording the action. Finally, another black man called, "Cut."

A bell rings and everyone relaxed everyone but me, that is.

"Heather that was great," the black man said. 

Turning to me and he said, "Man I loved how enthusiastic you got when you told my boys here to fuck your wife. You really do want this! Oh, by the way, Larry, just call me Jay, I'm the director for this film. Now let's freshen that makeup and frame the next scene."

Heather came to me, wrapped her hand around my hard cock and asked, "Do you like it? This is just what you wanted; just like in the story except ours will have a different story line and you're part of the story, not just sitting on the side watching. At the end, you'll, no, that'll have to be a surprise but you'll love it."

The set was a whirl of motion as cameras were moved and focus was checked and rechecked. Heather's and my makeup was touched up. It was interesting how they made my cock head look more purple than normal. Through it all my cock stayed painfully erect as I anticipated the action to come.

With everyone ready and in place, Jay called, "Action!"

The one in charge grabbed Heather, "Come on baby, dance for us."

The other three black men stood by as the first one effortlessly lifted Heather on the pool table as rap music started blasting from the juke box.

Heather broke into her stripper routine as she swayed to the beat of the song. She teased us by gyrating to and fro, jiggling her tits and thrusting her ass out lewdly and twisting it around in the faces of her four new friends.

The four black men kept up a barrage of lewd compliments and encouragement as Heather danced. They too had removed their clothes revealing four long ebony poles each longer and bigger around than mine.

Heather danced around a few more minutes repeatedly opening her slit to the cameras' lens. Her wetness revealed that she was ready for action. Except for her shoes, stockings and garter belt, watch and wedding rings she was naked. 

She swayed over to Marcus and then sat down on the edge of the table and pulled his face to hers and they locked lips in a deep lustful kiss. Marcus's hard cock dug into Heather's belly a good six inches above her navel. Reflexively, Heather's hand dropped to it and began to run up and down its length.

The close-up shot of her small pale white hand moving up and down the dark black snake of a cock is indescribable.

They separated. I do not think I have ever seen Heather's nipples so pink or so long and then to see Marcus's black mouth engulf the lily white flesh of my wife's tender breast was mind blowing. 

My cock was raging it was so hard; I dared not touch it for fear it would go off.

Marcus kissed his way down her tummy and up and down her thighs, teasing but avoiding contact with her wet pussy. Heather was anxious; she kept lifting her bottom off the table and wiggling it in Marcus's face trying to bring it in contact with his teasing mouth. 

Heather was in such dire straits she was whimpering.

At last Marcus took pity and knelt between Heather's splayed thighs, hooked her legs over his broad shoulders, placed his thumbs on her smooth pink butterfly lips long enough for the camera to record a detailed close-up of her pussy and clinching asshole. 

Her most intimate parts were recorded in minute high definition every nook and every cranny and every bump, her hard nub peeking out from its protective hood, her peehole normally hidden behind her pink fleshy veil , her vagina open wide to expose the ragged edges of her opening and the luscious interior and her crinkly asshole. All were captured in ultra fine detail, nothing remained hidden or obscured.

As the camera pulled back, Marcus used his fingers to probe Heather's depths. Black fingers moved freely in and out of my wife's pale pink joy hole. Heather wiggled and squirmed trying to obtain enough stimulation to provide her with the relief she so desperately craved. 

The camera even captured him sliding his black index finger into Heather's anus. I cannot even begin to describe the raunchy eroticism of Marcus's black finger disappearing in and out of Heather's asshole.

Again, the feelings of resentment that welled up inside of me were overcome by the vulgar scene I watched from my place in the corner as a black man violated my wife.

Contrary to the myth that black men do not like to eat pussy, Marcus expertly worked Heather's sex using his lips, his teeth--very gently of course--, and even his chin. The cameras captured every intimate detail as he worked her to perfection bringing her to a series of orgasms that seemed to take her to higher and higher heights as he performed his magic on her willing body. 

The Director called "Cut" and everyone relaxed. Marcus moved away, much to Heather's disappointment. Heather was almost delirious and had to be helped up as she struggled to return to reality.

Heather was guided into the restroom by a couple of assistants to be prepared for the coming scenes. 

With Heather gone, it took me a few minutes to realize we were on break. Marcus and the other three black guys had donned robes and were taking advantage of the buffet. I looked around for my clothes but someone had taken them and put them away since they were not needed for the shoot.

I left the comfort and safety of my chair and my corner and started to mill around. I felt conspicuous being the only white person and the only one naked but I need not have worried, I was invisible to everyone.

The set was cold and it had the inevitable effect on my genitals as they hugged my body for warmth. Something I was acutely aware of as I approached the buffet and my wife's soon to be black lovers.

"Hey Larry, have you met the guys," the familiar voice of Marcus asked. "Larry, this is Tyrone, Ty for short, Carl and Myron. Guys this Larry, Heather's husband."

They all had to stifle snickers as their gaze fell on my shrunken equipment for which Marcus had to jab them to remind them not to make fun of my condition.

"Don't worry man it'll all come back to normal when the hot lights hit you," Ty said while trying not to laugh out loud. Marcus gave him a stern look.

Standing around these guys made me feel smaller than I really am; at six feet I am not short but these guys were huge. They were nice enough and kept telling me how beautiful Heather was and how lucky I am to married to her and how they will make this "extra special for both of us."

After talking to them for a while I began to relax and things slowly returned to normal.

One by one the guys were called back to makeup. I was standing around waiting my turn when the director called for everyone back on the set, so I started wondering back to my place.

I was right in the middle of the set when one of the black women appeared and grabbed me by the balls and rudely applied the makeup all over my body while everyone watched. She just kind of smirked as she roughly worked over my cock and balls. Still, her manipulations had the predictable effect as my cock hardened and rose.

She led me back to my chair and used my balls to make me sit. Not totally satisfied with her abuse, she jabbed the sharp spike of high heeled shoe into my scrotum right between my balls. God, it hurt but I dared not complain for fear of what else she might do; besides I kind of enjoyed the abuse.

Heather and the guys reappeared. All were naked and the guys sported huge hardons. They were all laughing and carrying on; apparently they had all been together rehearsing and getting their makeup done for this next scene.




Heather Rules Ch. 14



I heard Heather telling the guys, "Of course my favorite position is doggy."

With everything and everyone back in place the director called "Action."

Marcus rose up from between Heather's splayed legs and guided her back onto the pool table. Their bodies were wet like they had been sweating heavily but it was only part of the makeup, at least for now. 

Heather spread her legs lewdly apart; the close up camera again picking up the fine detail of Heather's pussy, which was also extraordinarily wet both from her own secretions and from the lubricant, the makeup artist had applied. 

Marcus positioned himself between Heather's legs; he would have the privilege of being Heather's first black man.

Marcus laid his hard mahogany cock on Heather's stomach; it appeared to reach to a couple of inches above her pierced navel. Heather's face showed concern over whether she could take it all or not and if she did what kind of damage would he do to her. A standard feature of all interracial videos, I am sure.

"Fuck me, Marcus, Fuck me!" Heather demanded. "Make me a whore for black cock!"

Without saying a word, Marcus positioned his pole at the Heather's entrance; Heather bit her lip in anticipation. The preliminaries were over; it was time to start the main event. A trap door in the pool table allowed a camera to capture the action close up as Marcus's dark snake pushed forward and Heather's supple pink flesh yielded allowing the invader in.

Marcus pushed and his cock's head disappeared into Heather. He paused only long enough for the cameras to capture a close up of his black pole sticking out of Heather's white hole.

After that and in accordance with the script, he never paused to allow Heather time to adjust to his girth. He just slowly and steadily fed Heather his hard black pole. The close up camera shot of Marcus's long black cock slipping ever deeper into Heather's pale white flesh was awesome. He did not stop until he had buried himself in Heather to the hilt.

The whole time Marcus was pushing into Heather, Heather was thrashing about and making low guttural moaning sounds as the dark shaft slipped in deeper and deeper.

Once Marcus's pubes met Heather's, Heather's eyes were wide in shock and excitement as Heather broke yet another taboo by fucking a black man. Heather rules after all.

"Oh, god, I'm a whore for black cock," Heather moaned.

The dull dark dry skin of Marcus's cock slowly worked its way in but on the back stroke his skin came out bright, slick and shiny from Heather's wetness, again, displayed in tantalizing ultra close up detail on the wide screen monitor that I watched.

Once fully embedded in my wife's vagina it was clear Marcus reached deeper and stretched Heather more than any man had before. After Marcus had fully taken my wife the other three men assumed positions around my wife as the Director provided unheard cues and directions to the crew.

Ty and Carl took a breast each pinching, tweaking, sucking and gently biting each nipple that had nursed both of our children. With their hands, they massaged each mound. They were masterful and knew exactly how to work Heather to maximize her enjoyment. Ty, Myron and Carl worked as a team and were experts at what they were doing.

Myron had taken his position at Heather's head and was kissing her deeply and adoringly. Myron stopped kissing her and knelt over her head; bouncing his enormous erect cock on Heather's lips. She knew exactly what he wanted. 

Heather's head turned toward him and she placed tiny kisses along the length of his shaft. She cupped his balls in one hand and then took the large fleshy tube in the other and guided its purple head inside her warm wet mouth. Heather is not a deep throat artist but she did manage to suck a good portion of Myron's dick.

Ty and Carl broke away from Heather's tits and guided her hands to surround their rigid poles. Now, Heather had a black man's cock in her pussy, a black man's cock in her mouth and black men's cocks in each hand. The whole scene was unreal and went beyond anything I had imagined or fantasized. 

There is simply no way to adequately describe what it's was like watching four naked black men have their way with my wife. The contrast of their ebony skin on Heather's pale white alabaster flesh was too much to be believed.

I watched the monitors closely; trying to take in all of the action as it played out on the pool table not more than ten feet in front of me.

Everyone was perspiring heavily. The red felt of the pool table turned darker under Heather's rear as copious amounts of female fluid flowed down to wet the spot under her ass. Heather was giving as much or more than she was receiving and she obviously wanted more.

Heather stopped sucking Myron's cock and screamed "I'm cummmmmmming," as the first orgasm brought about by the insertion of a black penis visibly rolled through her body. The camera zoomed on her face as it displayed Heather's total ecstasy from the orgasm rocking her body.

Deep moans and guttural sounds gurgled from Heather's mouth. The fact that Heather's sounds were real and not faked made the video extra special.

There must have been a signal for the men to change places as Marcus pulled out of a very disappointed Heather. Heather's vagina gapped open lewdly as the large pole of flesh left her empty.

Marcus's cock was the first to enter her receptive pussy that afternoon but he certainly was not going to be the last. Marcus took Myron's place as he fed her his meat for her to clean her juices off of his dong. Myron moved between Heather's splayed legs and the other guys swapped sides for her hands to continue working their long staffs and balls. 

For the second time, I watched the close up in the monitor as a Myron's ebony pole slid in my bride and began fucking her as Marcus's had a few minutes earlier. Once again I watched as a different black man violated my wife; his long hard black cock sliding effortlessly in an out of her. 

Seeing Myron's long dark cock move in and out of my wife's vagina was one of the sexiest things I have seen in my life. The stories and even the few videos I had seen did not compare to the reality of seeing it actually happen to my wife.

My feelings of resentment had long since disappeared. I was harder than I had ever been in my life, I dared not touch myself for fear I would go off. In the end it did not matter because in a different monitor I was able to watch my pale white cock twitch and spurt several streams of semen each arched into the air and landed splat on the floor in front of me.

Heather was lost in a world of interracial sexual lust as Myron pulled his cock out of her to be replaced by Carl's. Ty moved to her mouth while Marcus and Myron renewed the assault on Heather's breasts and nipples. They continued like this for a few minutes more until they switched again and Ty's dark staff began stoking my wife the same as the first three had.

The rotation of black cocks continued several more times as the four black men took turns plumbing Heather's vaginal depths. Their control was amazing, I would have cum a long time ago but these guys knew they had to hold out as one black cock after the other pumped in and out of Heather's pussy.

Heather, on the other hand, had no such worries as she seemed to drift into a dreamland of orgasmic delight.

The fucking and sucking continued non-stop for over an hour until the Director had all of the footage he needed for this scene. He called "Cut" much to the disappointment of the five stars who did not stop until Jay yelled "Cut!" again and the bell rang. 

The Director knew that the next part would be the most demanding yet and that each of his actors needed to refresh before the climax.

Ty and Carl helped Heather off of the pool table as Marcus brought her a cool glass of Champaign which Heather gulped down and asked for another. Heather was flush and her skin was blotchy from her prolonged sexual stimulation. Her breasts and nipples were reddened and swollen from the attention they had been receiving.

I moved close to her and when she saw me she motioned for me to come to her. When I reached her she was all wide eyed and excited and pulled me to her and kissed me deeply with the mouth that only a few minutes before had been sucking on Ty's thick black dick.

"Thank you!" she said in an excited voice. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I never dreamed anything this bad could be this good. I know I am a skank but I don't giving a fucking damn." 

She kissed me again and continued, "I didn't know cocks this big actually existed, I mean, I had heard about it but I never believed it was true, but now I KNOW IT IS! I never knew fucking could be like this!" We kissed again.

When Heather was able to stand on her wobbly legs, she and the guys made their way over to the buffet with me following behind, none of them bothered with robes this time. Instead the five of them, well, six of us, if you count me, stayed naked as we grazed.

The stage hands and camera men joined us but they were only interested in the pretty naked white woman. They all talked to Heather and told her how wonderful she was and that they had never seen better. When they talked about how good her nipples and pussy looked, Heather blushed.

Heather was thrilled to be the center of their attention and could not take her eyes off of the thick, long black cocks swinging around practically in her face. They all proceeded to have a party eating and drinking and dancing. Heather was utterly delighted as strong black hands roamed freely over her naked body. It did not matter who she was with; they all fondled my wife's naked breasts, ass and pussy.

The only thing that stopped a gang bang orgy from breaking out was the Director sending Heather away to be prepared for the next set. 

After everyone had had a chance to regain their strength and with everything ready, Heather reappeared, looking no worse for wear. "You wouldn't believe how much lube they've squeezed into me," she told me as she came to me. "Are you sure you're ready for what comes next?"

Knowing that this was the finale and that Heather was soon going to have her holes filled with black cum did make me anxious but there was nothing for me to do so I told her, "yes."

Once she was in position on the pool table a light spraying of water and she had the same appearance as when we stopped. In fact if it were possible she looked even hotter than when they stopped.

None of the men had come yet and so it didn't take much for them to become stone hard again. A touch, a kiss, a feel from Heather was all that it took. Myron fucked her pussy while Ty stuck his cock in her mouth. She came almost instantly.

Every person in the room knew what was coming next. Myron put the tip of his finger in her ass and moved it in and out and around. Then, he added another. Larry saw Heather wince when the two long black fingers were pushed in deeper and deeper. "Get on your knees baby," Myron directed.

Ty's cock slipped from Heather's mouth now we were free to see the look of concern on Heather's face as she turned over on her knees and spread her legs. As her legs opened so did her slit which appeared to be dripping with anticipation even though it was the lubricant given to Heather in preparation of this scene.

Above her pussy, her anus, waited invitingly; partially open from Myron's preliminary preparation. Myron leaned forward with his mouth and stuck out his tongue; making contact with the crinkly orifice. 

He rimmed the edges several times before slipping his tongue into Heather's crimson interior. Heather was shaking uncontrollably as Myron played with anus and rectum. 

When he sensed Heather was ready, he placed the tip of his well lubed mahogany cock at her pale white opening and gently pushed forward until the head plopped in. Her sphincter squeezed him and was trying to reject the gargantuan dark intruder. 

"Relax baby," Myron instructed while reaching around her to play with her clit. 

He pushed forward and an inch or two more of his shaft was engulfed in her rectum. Then he began to move. With each in stroke, he sunk a fraction more of his huge cock in her body until there wasn't any more to sink in.

I saw on the monitor that Myron had brought her to two more climaxes as he pushed into her.

Myron rolled over on his back with Heather lying on top of him and his dark cock buried deep inside her asshole. My god it was so horny to watch, Heather bent backwards in a crab crawl position and Myron's black meat slipping in and out of her backside. Heather's face was the picture of carnal lust.

Several times Myron slid his cock out of Heather's ass; leaving her asshole gapping open lewdly, giving the cameras clear, deep, close ups.

Heather's pink, tear dropped shaped pussy was clearly visible; wet, waiting and inviting. Soon Marcus's back blocked my view as he crawled between her spread legs; burying his long hard black cock deep into Heather's vagina, completing her double penetration.

Two thick black rods were sawing in and out of my wife's body, exciting and stimulating nerve endings she did not know she possessed. The men moved in unison; filling her, driving her mad from the intensity of the feeling from being fucked by two black cocks at once. 

She climaxed in a way she never had before, screaming and babbling incoherently. Never had she been so stuffed. My wife was like the white filling in a cookie; sandwiched between two dark hard chocolate bodies, a girl sandwich.

Carl and Ty moved to Heather's head and brushed their long black cocks across her lips. She opened her mouth and took in Ty's first before turning her head to suck on Carl's; making her air tight.

My god it was so horny watching these four strange black men doing my wife in all of her holes. Myron's and Marcus's shiny shafts pumped in and out of Heather's ass and pussy; coated in Heather's abundant flow of juices. Ty's and Carl's cocks were also shiny, soaked with her saliva.

There was a new intensity. Previously the men had been holding back, not anymore. This time there was no pacing, they were moving vigorously, purposely.

Myron stiffened first as he shot his thick black seed deep into Heather's bowels. Marcus followed empting his black balls far up in Heather's fuck tunnel. Carl and Ty were next as Carl filled Heather's mouth to overflowing with his semen before shooting long ropes of their goo onto Heather's face and into her scarlet hair.

Ty had another assignment. He had the privilege of making the films signature money shot. Three cameras closed in as he pulled Heather's left hand out so that her hand faced up. Ready, his thick white semen shot out of the tip of his hard black cock and coated Heather's left hand and especially her wedding ring. There it was, the theme shot straight out of the story; a black man's cum covering my wife's hand and her wedding ring, desecrating the symbol of our undying love and fidelity.

Heather's toes curled as she came violently, clawing Marcus's back with her scarlet finger nails. The sounds of five people having orgasms at the same time filled the set. Semen leaked from everywhere.

Spent, all five collapsed in a heap together and lay quietly for a few moments. Four heaving sweating black bodies engulfing the tiny frame of a single white woman, my wife. They did not stay that way long as Jay and his crew swooped in for the money shots.

Quickly, the bodies began to untangle. Ty and Carl moved aside first, collapsing breathlessly onto chairs. Marcus withdrew his rapidly deflating tool from Heather's hard fucked pussy followed by Myron pulling out of her over stretched asshole. Heather's pussy and anus gapped open crudely; the camera image zoomed in and captured the creampies from the two black men seeping out of Heather's over fucked holes.

As the two openings slowly visibly pulsed; cum oozed from deep within both of them. Heather passed air from her openings, pussy and ass farts, that caused more cum to bubble out. The cum collected around Heather's ass before mingling and running down her crack to pool on the red felt of the pool table.

The camera took extreme close ups of Heather running her fingers along her slit; coating them with the ejaculate of the two black men. 

At her face, Heather smiled and opened wide, letting the camera see the thick pool of semen on her pink tongue deposited by Carl. With a sly grin on her face, she closed her mouth, gulped, and then opened it again. Carl's cum was gone.

Heather was lying on the pool table catching her breath with her eyes closed. I did not know it but I had one more thing to do. Yvonne leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Clean her pussy, baby" and then a nudge from Yvonne prompted me out of my chair toward where Heather lay. Of course, there would be that, more humiliation

Another nudge and my legs had a will of their own as I walked over to the pool table and crawled between Heather's splayed open legs. From around the set there were stifled snickers and cat calls. Looking down, her pussy and ass were a nasty, revolting mess from her thorough fucking. I gazed at the cum coating her entire pussy and asshole and at the copious amounts of semen still seeping from her soggy holes.

The smell of sex permeated the air; filling my nostrils with the pungent aroma. I bent forward, moving closer and closer, determined to complete my degradation. The video cameras captured my every move. My tongue made contact with Heather's nether lips first; giving me my first taste of the bitter, salty mix of their juices. I probed deeper burying my nose and mouth deep into Heather's tender flesh.

With her cum coated hand, Heather took hold of the back of my head and pushed me deeper still. "That's a good boy," Heather taunted me for the cameras, "That's what a good husband does after he watches her get fucked by four beautiful black men. Be a good cuckold and clean mommy's pussy." 

Heather continued rubbing my face in the gooey mess as I lapped heartily giving the camera a show, using my mouth to clean the black men's cum from Heather's pussy and asshole. Heather climaxed several more times from my oral ministrations as I cleaned up her creampies.

When Heather was satisfied with my efforts she released her grip on my head; my hair was now coated in the same cum that had coated her hand. I pulled away; looking at the view of my wife's freshly cleaned genitals.

The filming ended with close up's of Heather's well fucked pussy and ass hole and of the thick cum drying on Heather's left hand and wedding band. "Cut," Jay called, ending the final scene.

I looked around and noted that the four stars had departed but the crew had remained in place with the video continuing. I thought that was strange. 

The director came over to where and Heather lay on the pool table and said, "Heather, you were absolutely great, the best ever!" Then, he started making little circles on her breast and playing with a nipple asking, "I was wondering, I mean if you're not too tired . . .me and the boys...well we're a little worked up and...if you don't want to...I'll...We'll understand but..."

"Are you asking me to fuck you?" She asked, and then smiled at him.

"Yeah, me, and, I don't know exactly how to say this, the crew too," Jay added.

"So, I guess you're asking me if I'm ready to be gang banged by another group of black men." Heather stated bluntly.

"Yes, I am. But only if you want to." Jay replied, "It will be your gang bang video."

Heather looked to me for some sort of guidance; "Heather rules" was all I could say.

Heather chewed on her lower lip, contemplating what to do. She was free to leave or she could.....

Heather pulled Jay to her and gave him deep passionate kiss. "It'd be a shame to send you boys home horny," she told then and lay back down on the pool table and spread her legs apart; opening her pussy wide in invitation.




Heather Rules Ch. 14



The seven remaining black men instantly got naked; the Director was the first between her knees and buried his long black pole deep in Heather's well used pussy. He had been so worked up he did not last long; empting his load deep in Heather's tunnel.

No sooner was he out than a second black man was buried balls deep in Heather and giving her all he had. He finished quickly, too. Black cocks were everywhere as the seven new black studs assumed positions around the pool table.

For the next hour and a half, the black dudes did everything that Carl, Marcus, Myron and Ty had done, twice over. Everything was a blur as black cock after black cock was stuffed in Heather's pussy, asshole or mouth. The action only ended after all seven men were fucked out.

When they finally left Heather and the cameras stopped recording; she was a complete mess. Semen coated everything, her hair, her body, the pool table, everything. Her over stretched and over used cum filled holes stayed open. Inside, pools of semen could clearly be seen in the back of her rectum and vagina. A strange self satisfied smile stretched across Heather's face as she used her fingers to clean cum from her face and feed it to herself.

I have never seen or imagined anything so wicked or depraved and yet we both loved every minute of it. I never get tired of watching the videos.

I grabbed a bottle of water and went to where Heather vulgarly laid splayed out on the pool table. I raised her head and touched her lips to the cooling refreshment. She choked a little as the pure water began to wash away the cum that coated her mouth. 

She tried to open her eyes but they were so heavily coated in drying semen that she could not. So I had to gently use my fingers to wipe her eye lids clean of the residue, licking my own fingers clean of the semen in the process.

When she was finally able to open her eyes, they would not focus. She turned her face to mine and half recognized me an almost indistinguishable "I love you" croaked in an hoarse voice. She leaned her cum covered face into mine and kissed me tenderly.

I reached down into the mess and gathered Heather's cum encrusted body into my arms and carried her to the dressing rooms. Heather was awake and aware now but made no effort to move or interfere with what I was doing. She wanted me to attend to her.

There was a Jacuzzi tub which I quickly filled with warm water and then with the jets gently circulating the water I lowered Heather's overworked body into the soothing liquid; joined immediately by me.

Gently, the way lovers do, I washed the crude from Heather's skin, a scummy film of cum covered the top of the rolling water. When I determined that the soothing bubbles had done all of the good they could do on Heather's worn out body, I lifted her from the pool and carried her into the shower to complete rinsing off the eleven black men.

The whole time she moaned and groaned, not in pain, but in the comfort I alone, her husband, provided her. Clean at last a carried her out onto the set and laid her on a bed. Leaving her, I went back to the dressing room and found my clothes and dressed.

I did not dress Heather, why bother.. I lifted her, still wet, and carried her to the car and laid her out on the reclined front seat and drove to the hotel for the last time.

Back at the hotel, I parked close to the elevators. The wind blowing across Heather's naked body had dried her skin. I picked her up and carried her to the elevator. For the first time, the elevator never stopped until it reached our floor.

Back in the safety of our room, I lay Heather on the bed. "Thank you," she told me, "you're the best husband in the world."

She stood up and walked out on the balcony and stared out into the night sky. I followed.

"Aren't you a little overdressed?" She asked me.

I took the hint and shed my clothes. She smiled when she saw my cock was hard.

"It's been an interesting two weeks," she said. Smiling she continued "I never dreamed when we left Chicago I become the complete skank whore I am now. Anyway, your little man needs attention." Still leaning not the railing she spread her legs and told me, "Take your pick."

I moved behind her and stared. There in front of me she presented her two holes for me to choose from. I seriously considered using her asshole but in the end I settled for the familiar folds and gooey goodness of her familiar vagina. It was home, it was where I belonged.

I fucked her until we both came together. We went to bed and snuggled together.

Tomorrow was another day of Heather Rules, the last day. Time to go home. 



Heather Rules Ch. 15



The light of another California morning came streaming through the hotel room window marking the start of a new day; our last, at least our last day in California. I took these last few moments as I lay in bed half between asleep and awake to reflect on the events of the last two weeks. Which raised the question, what happens when we get home? 

Heather's nude body started to stir beside me. I rolled over to stare at the face of the most beautiful woman in the world, my wife. Standing, I slowly pulled the covers off of Heather's body; half afraid of what I would find.

Amazingly, Heather appeared to be in good shape, considering the workout she had had last night. Her breasts and nipples were only slightly swollen and most of the bite marks and slight abrasions had faded. The tender ribbons of her bald pussy, though slightly puffy and swollen, almost looked normal. 

Not being use to being used, only her anus was the worse for wear. Red and swollen it was evident that Heather will have trouble taking a dump for the next few days.

I remembered the hemorrhoid cream in our medicine bag. Squeezing a generous amount onto my hand I, as gently as I could, applied the soothing ointment to the tender inflamed tissue. Heather bolted upright from the intensity of my contact to the tender abraded area.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She screamed from the shock and pain.

"I was trying to take care of your ass before you woke up." I answered in defense.

"What...?" She replied, still half asleep.

"Look at yourself." I told her.

She turned her backside to the mirror in the room and bent over and spread her legs apart enough to appraise the damage. In the mirror, a flame red circle with the look of ground beef greeted her.

She looked at and the only thing she could say was "damn."

"Lie down and let me put this on you," I instructed her.

She complied and lay on her stomach and spread her legs and tilted her butt up to present her anus to me. Taking the tube of medicine I pointed it directly at the raging red tissue and squeezed the goo into her opening.

This time the effect was less dramatic, Heather twitched slightly as she felt the comforting effects of the ointment sooth the pain caused by her abused flesh.

I used my finger to spread the gunk around and even managed to work my finger past her tightly squeezing sphincter and into her interior. I took more time than was necessary to use my finger to explore Heather's nether region. Heather went from being a raging cat to a purring kitten.

Once I was finished, I helped her up. I held her close as we walked around the room. Heather's legs were sore from being stretched out wide for so long and she had trouble keeping her balance. We continued dancing like this until Heather regained her equilibrium and was able to stand and walk on her own.

Heather was almost fully recovered when a knock at the door startled us. Looking through the peep hole I saw young Mr. Jason standing on the other side with a food tray. I had not ordered room service so apparently Jason had taken it upon himself to do it for us; no doubt hoping for a little room service himself.

"It's Jason," I announced to Heather. "I'll get rid of him."

"No," Heather said, "let him in."

"But you're in no......." Heather interrupted me by coming to me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me deeply.

"I'll be OK," she said softly and kissed me again and pressed her fingers to my lips.

Heather went to the bed and pulled the covers off, leaving just the top sheet before she lay down in the middle and spread her legs in preparation for her young lover.

I quickly pulled on my pants and set up the video camera before opening the door.

Once Jason caught sight of Heather lying naked on the bed, her legs spread and her vagina open and waiting for his young cock to fill her, he handed me the tray and stripped off his clothes. 

Luckily, the video camera was recording or I would have missed the start. Jason was naked in a flash and his stiff young cock stood out long and straight from his belly the way only a teenager's does, he paused to admire Heather's naked body. This gave me time to set the tray down and get to the camera to better record Heather's latest adulterous act.

Heather opened her arms in invitation and Jason responded by climbing on the bed between her legs.

Jason held himself above Heather, his body shaking in anticipation of the pleasure that was about to come. Heather took the long hard pole of flesh in her right hand and positioned the large circumcised purple head at the gateway to her love tunnel.

As I watched through the view finder the youth's cock disappeared into my wife. Once he was fully embedded, he sank down on my wife's naked body and began pumping in and out of her hole. Their lips met in a passionate kiss before their tongues began to intertwine from their mutual lust.

Without warning, Jason stiffened and stopped moving. He had jammed his cock into Heather as far as he could go and I knew he was sending stream after stream of his hot thick young seed into the gateway to her womb.

Amazingly, after the spasms in his groin stopped he began sliding his cock in and out of Heather again; fucking her for the second time in quick succession. I do not think his cock even shrank a little. He continued to pound himself in and out of Heather, lasting slightly longer this time, until his body stiffened once again, shooting a second load of his live sperm into Heather.

He stopped moving up and down but he also stayed on top of Heather; kissing her and fondling her. I thought it was strange; surely he was done. He made no effort to pull out or get off of Heather. To my total surprise, his ass began to move up and down again. 

Three times! The fucker was going to fuck my wife three times! No way!

But he did. For the third time his ass began to move up and down as his cock slid out and then in, over and over again. Oh to be young again!

Heather had actually gotten into it, by now. I think she had planned on only giving Jason a sympathy fuck but now she was enjoying it! With the video camera I was able to capture the moment Heather went into orgasm. 

I recorded her eyes rolling back into her head and the tremors in her body as wave after glorious wave of pleasure swept through every nerve ending in her body. 

Jason would have lasted much longer this time but Heather's orgasm triggered his third and he ejaculated deep in the interior of Heather's body.

That was it, Jason was done. 

He stayed on top of Heather, exchanging deep passionate kisses until his penis fully deflated and slipped out of Heather's quim. 

Rolling off of Heather, he went into the bathroom and quickly rinsed off.

I was so horny I could not wait so I was on top of and into Heather as soon as Jason was in the bathroom for sloppy seconds, adding my load to Jason's three.

By the time Jason came out of the bathroom, Heather and I were at the table enjoying the surprise breakfast he had brought. Jason's flaccid cock hung limply down, bouncing against his thigh as he dried off and got dressed.

Heather, still naked and with cum running down her legs, walked Jason down the hall to the elevator. There they kissed and made out, Jason's hands fondling Heather's tits and ass, until the car arrived. 

They kissed one last time, Heather bent her left leg back as Jason palmed her tits, before Jason got in the car and the doors closed behind him.

With her lover gone, Heather giddily skipped, her bare breasts bouncing delightfully, down the hall and back to me and inside our room. Standing on the balcony, she stretched cat like in full view of any who might be watching.

For the next half hour, Heather talked none stop about how this was the best vacation ever and how happy she was that I had encouraged her to go braless and then allowed her to do everything else she had done. 

She even made me shine the special light on her butt; illuminating her auction id number 2008041903 and the logo visible in glowing red numbers.

Heather pulled the plastic bag with its ten used condoms out and gazed at it in disbelief. 

"Can you believe that I, Heather Rene Smith Jones, am a prostitute, a hooker that sells her body to men for money, a slave, a black cock whore, a gang bang slut and a girl that likes to have all of her holes used?" she asked. 

She fingered the condoms inside the bag; watching the liquefied semen of seven men, her customers, run around inside the sealed latex cylinders, permanent evidence of Heather's status as a lady of the evening.

She counted her money, $8,337 in immoral profits. Heather's reward for letting strangers use her as a cum receptacle. "I forgot to make Don wear a condom Thursday," Heather said, realizing for the first time she had broken a cardinal rule. "It probably would have broken anyway. At least Don got his wish and his money's worth."

After we showered, Heather started getting dressed. The disappointment must have shown on my face as I watched her pull her "old yeller" matronly all hiding white bra from the suit case followed by a pair of respectable baggy white cotton panties and put them on. 

"Don't be like that," she scolded me, "we both knew it had to end. We're going back to our lives, we, I, have to be respectable again. Besides Mom and Dad and the kids will be at the airport and I can't just go bouncy-bouncy up to them, now can I?"

We packed everything safely away in preparation for our return flight back to normalcy. 

At security, things became a little disconcerting as the security agent pulled Heather aside and questioned her about the large amount of cash she had in her bag. 

What did Heather do? She told her the truth. "I made it working as a prostitute, see." She told the agent as she pulled out the plastic bag containing the ten used condoms.

Startled by Heather's honesty, the agent stood silently in shock; looking first at Heather, then to the money, then to the condoms and then to me. She pondered for a few minutes more before she said "OK" and left Heather to repack her carry on.

We were way early for our flight so Heather and I sat down to wait. Suddenly, Heather was biting her bottom lip as she dug around in her purse. I knew she was up to something but I was not sure what.

She took something out that I thought was aspirin inside a flat plastic wrapper. "Watch my stuff, I'll be back," she commanded as she got up and walked over to where the flight crew was sitting.

She called one of the male flight attendants over to a quiet corner and proceeded to explain something to him. 

At first he appeared to be concentrating deeply in what she said. Heather pointed over in my direction and waved and I waved back. I know I looked very confused.

The flight attendant looked at me and then back to her and then smiled broadly. Making eye contact with the pilot, the flight attendant motioned for the pilot to join Heather and him.

The flight attendant then started explaining things to the pilot; pointing first at Heather and then at me, before returning their attention to Heather. All three talked for several minutes more before they nodded in affirmation to whatever Heather had talked to them about.

Then the threesome walked off together. Heather looked at me with excitement in her eyes and blew me a kiss and waved before the three of them disappeared into the crowd.

A short while later the pilot returned alone. A little while after that the flight attendant returned and was soon followed by Heather. 

Heather's breasts were jiggling like she was not wearing a bra and as she got closer I could see that Heather was flush and her hair and makeup were messed up and she had the faint smell of sex.

My god, did she just fuck the pilot and the flight attendant? No, she could not have, could she? 

She sat down and smiled smugly at me and I watched in amazement as she put two more fresh semen filled condoms in her plastic bag, completing the set of twelve.. Damn, she had fucked the pilot and flight attendant. Well, at least she was making the most of Heather rules and her last few hours in California.

Next, I saw her counting out some of her money, trying not to attract too much attention. Once she looked up the flight attendant came over to where we were sitting. He looked at me and kind of chuckled before turning his attention to Heather, who quickly handed him a wad of currency.

"Thank you and I'll take good care of you two. See you later." He said smugly before walking away.

Heather then got up and said, "I'll be back I a minute." She took her bag and went to the ladies' room.

When Heather came back, the plane had already started boarding; she looked and smelled reasonably normal. I never asked about what happened, figuring she would tell me about it tonight.

There was the normal amount of hassle when boarding the plane, crying babies, people trying to pry too big of bags into too small of a space, etc. We waited for about thirty minutes to take off but soon we were on our way back home and to our regular hum drum life.

We reached our cruising altitude and the attendant announced the drink service. Heather looked at me and said, "Get up; you have to go to the restroom."

"No, I don't need to go, I'm fine," I said innocently.

Heather leaned in closer to me, gritted her teeth and commanded, "Get up and go to the bathroom! Get your cock ready and I'll be right behind you."

"oh, oH, OH now I understand." I thought. Of course, that is what Heather had been up to. Heather wants us to join the mile high club.

I probably made quite a sight as I made my way to the lavatory with my erection leading the way.

Once inside, I dropped my pants and sat on the toilet with my cock standing straight up in preparation.

I did not have to wait long. Heather knocked softly on the door which I then unlatched. She stepped inside the small space and while biting her lower lip she pulled her dress over her head and off. Her panties were gone along with her bra leaving her naked. She hung her dress up with care on the hook on the door.

Turning to me she smiled before she squatted down over me and impaling herself on my erection. Fortunately, she was still wet from her anticipation and her earlier dalliances; so I went in easily.

Once I was in her, Heather began riding up and down on my pole. I was even able to latch onto one of her nipples as they bounced up and down in front of my face.

Heather began to glow and she whimpered slightly as she continued working my cock for all she was worth.

When her orgasm hit her it was one of the most dramatic yet as her whole body shook from the force of the sensations pulsing throughout her body. She bit down on my neck hard causing me to react from the pain.

"Yes, Yes, Yes," came spewing out of her mouth, much too loudly to not attract attention so I quickly covered her mouth with mine to stifle her lustful cries.

With the woman I love coming so powerfully in lap I could not last, as I joined my wife in orgasm; shooting shot after shot of cum deep inside my wife.

As we came down off of our orgasmic highs, I held my wife's sweaty body close to mine and we tenderly kissed and exchanged, "I love you's."

She got off my lap and we exchanged places as she said she would join me soon. I assumed she just needed to dress and make herself presentable again. 

As I exited the lavatory, I was greeted by the smiling face of the copilot who politely said, "Excuse me" before joining Heather inside.

I walked back to my seat in a daze.

"Drink, sir," I heard from out of nowhere.

"Huh," I said.

"Would you like a drink sir?" Heather's flight attendant was asking.

"Coke, please," I answered.

With a knowing smile on his face the attendant hand me my drink and patted me on the back as he went toward the back where Heather was no doubt fucking the copilot's brains out.

Shortly thereafter the copilot walked back to the cock pit, patting me on the back as he passed.

The light for Heather's lavatory stilled said "occupied" when the pilot walked past me.

I watched as the door opened and he disappeared into the tiny compartment; the door closing behind him.

After five minutes, I heard the door open and looked back to see the smiling pilot leave. He and the flight attendant were both grinning and having an excited conversation, about Heather no doubt.

The pilot and the flight attendant exchanged a high five and the pilot returned to his place in the cock pit. When I turned around again, the flight attendant had disappeared; I assume into the lavatory.

The door stayed closed for another 15 to 20 minutes before the flight attendant came out, with a smirk on his face.

Other people had been using the other lavatory while Heather and her hoard had kept one occupied but no one seemed to object or be the wiser to the multiple copulations occurring in the one that was constantly occupied. 

Curious, I went to the back and found that the flight attendant had hung a sign on the door stating that Heather's lavatory was "out of order."

After another fifteen minutes, Heather came out looking very much the worse for wear. Her makeup was gone, Heather having washed it off and she was very flush. Still, her braless breasts jiggled enticingly as she walked up the aisle.

The old lady in the aisle seat across from us handed, Heather some Dramamine telling Heather, "Here sweetie this helps me from getting sick when I fly."

Heather stifled a laugh and politely took the pills telling the old lady, "thank you." 

In minutes, the plane was in final preparation for landing. The flight attendant grinned broadly each time he passed Heather and me as he checked everyone to be sure their seat belts were fastened, etc.

At the gate, Heather made sure we were the last to leave our seats. Coming to the front, the pilot, co-pilot and flight attendant stood saying their obligatory, "thank you for flying with us" statements. When I passed, they all grinned broadly at me and patted me on the back.

I started up the ramp when I sensed that Heather was not with me. Looking back, I saw Heather was hanging back with the crew. The look on Heather's face told her "thank yous" would take a little longer so I headed to baggage claim without her. 

As I turned the corner, Heather's dress hit the cabin floor as the three men took complete liberty with my wife's naked body. Hands were everywhere, her tits, her ass, her pussy and Heather was loving every wanton minute of the three men's attention.

Outside of security, I was greeted by my very excited son and daughter each wanting to know, "what'd you bring me?" 

"Where's Heather?" Heather's mom, Dana, inquired.

"She had some things to attend to with the flight crew, she sent me ahead to get the luggage. She'll be along as soon as she's finished," I said impassively.

Dana looked at me funny but said nothing.

We all made our way to baggage claim as the kids talked excitedly about the last two weeks with their grandparents. After claiming our bags, we waited for Heather to join us.

After a few more minutes, an almost fully restored Heather came gliding down the escalator. She had obviously taken her time in the restroom to apply her makeup and fix her hair so that she would be presentable.

As stepped from the escalator and started walking toward us, the way her breasts jiggled as she walked clearly demonstrated she was not wearing a bra. The look on Heather's mom's face made it clear that she was not happy but it was the look on Heather's father's face that was most intriguing.

Instead of the look of disgust I had expected to see, I saw the look of, well; lust, and the lump in the front of his pants confirmed it. Seems the old guy was getting turned on watching his daughter's braless tits bounce around as much as I do. Curious for a man I had always thought was extremely straight and narrow.




Heather Rules Ch. 15



The kids, of course, did not care; they only saw their mother not what she was wearing or not wearing. Running to Heather, the kids practically tackled her, causing the three of them to fall over and Heather's legs to fly up and her dress to slide down her thighs, leaving her legs bare almost to her crotch. 

Dana was even more horrified by the brazenness of her daughter but Heather's father's lascivious stare just intensified.

Once the flurry of the kids' initial excitement died down, Heather stood and smoothed her dress back down making herself presentable. The look on Dana's face let Heather know she was not pleased to see her daughter dressed so immodestly.

Heather's father on the other hand was more than pleased to see his daughter dressed the way she was, in fact he could not take his lustful eyes off of her bouncing tits. I was not sure what was going on with Heather's father but something sure was.

When he hugged her, he hugged her tighter than I have ever seen him hug anyone, even his wife. I think he even momentarily palmed her braless tits through the front of her dress as his hands slipped around her body. The kiss he gave her was not the typical father daughter kiss. This one was filled with lust and passion; the only thing missing was some tongue action.

Heather was even taken aback by her father's sudden enthusiasm as she stood back from him in shock and surprise.

The awkwardness was broken when our daughter pointed to the anklet on Heather's leg and asked, "What's that mommy?"

"It's called a slave bracelet, dear, Daddy gave it to me," Heather replied.

"Are you his slave?" our little girl asked innocently.

"No, baby, I'm not Daddy's slave," Heather answered truthfully.

This new assault on Dana's sensibility sent Heather's mom into another round of disgusted looks and huffs as she kept say, "well I never" and "I can't believe" and "what's gotten into you, I raised you better" and "nothing good happens in California."

Heather's father, whose name is Peter, tried to calm his wife down but it did not help when our daughter announced she wanted one, too.

And so it went as we had dinner with Heather's folks and our kids; Dana griping about how Heather was dressed and the shamefulness of wearing an ankle bracelet, Peter visibly gawking at his daughter and the kids were just happy to have us home.

Then after the kids were in bed and Heather and I were alone making love in our bedroom, Heather recounted the events that happened at the airport.

She said that it hit her that we could join the mile high club all she needed was to get the cooperation of the crew so we did not get in trouble. That is when she went to the flight attendant and explained to him what she wanted.

"At first he balked, not wanting to take the chance of getting in trouble. I have money, I'll pay you, I told him, and I can make it worth your while in other ways.

That's when he became interested. They arrived at a mutually agreeable sum, $2,000 and prepared for the other ways. 

Calling the pilot over, he explained our circumstances and the pilot agreed as long as I made it worth his while.

I handed them a condom each and the two of them escorted me to a private office meant for business travelers to use during lay over's. They had me naked in an instant; the pilot took my panties and the flight attendant took my bra and they both made a show of stuffing them in their jacket pockets for them to keep as souvenirs.

I was laid out on a small table; the pilot had dropped his pants and was plowing his cock in and out of my pussy hard and quick. He was all about speed and he was determined to finish quickly. I squeezed my pussy down around his thrusting cock and made his wish come true.

The pilot left and the flight attendant who had had his cock in my mouth quickly donned his condom and slid into the void that the pilot had just left and he too fucked me until he got his rocks off.

The flight attendant left, leaving me naked on the table and to clean up behind us. I picked my dress up off of the floor from where they had thrown it and put it back on. 

My cock was hard as it slipped effortlessly in and out of Heather. In my mind, I could see Heather lying on the table as the two men took turns fucking her.

"Fortunately, they both had dropped their used condoms and wrappers on the floor so I was able to pick them up and complete my collection"

I groaned; trying to hold back the urge to shoot my wad. Images of my naked wife lying on a table with one man fucking her and the other with his cock in my wife's mouth floated across my mind.

"After that I came back and you saw me do the rest, count the money and store my used condoms away.

The flight attendant explained the plan. As soon as the pilot announced we were at cruising altitude, I was to send you back to the lavatory which I did. We were only supposed to do it but when I got to the door, the flight attendant told me to wait after you left.

There was a knock at the door and the copilot came in. He spun me around and bent me over the toilet and as I gazed down into the blue water below he slid his hard cock into me from behind. He did not use a condom since I was out so he got to fuck me bareback.

Once he shot his load in me, I just stayed in place expecting the flight attendant to take a turn but to my surprise another man came in."

"The pilot," I interjected.

"Yes, the pilot." She continued. "He got sloppy seconds since he followed the copilot and fucked me from behind until he emptied his balls in me.

He left and the flight attendant came in and did the same.

Only then was I allowed to dress and rejoin you at my seat."

I had finished some time ago, but I had stayed on top of Heather gazing into her eyes as she recounted the events of the day. Her face and eyes were alive like I had never seen her before. She absolutely beamed as she related her multiple infidelities and I loved it.

"When we were leaving, they only had enough time to look at me naked one last time but they made me give them my cell number so that they could call me the next time they are laid over in Chicago. The three of them want to have a party with me.

I told them that that could be arranged for the right price. I have to recoup my losses after all."

I rolled off of Heather and cuddled beside her.

It's been an amazing two weeks as I silently recounted the events.

My formally chaste and modest wife had acted out many of my favorite hot wife stories. Before two weeks ago, she had only had one cock in her pussy, mine. Now, let me see, what is the count?

Tom was the first, making one. 

There was not another one until Sy, so that is two. Things really picked up on Monday as Heather prostituted her body to Don and seven others bring the total to ten new cocks. Tuesday and Wednesday were slow days as only David and the bride groom partook of Heather's charms. 

I wonder if the bride found out. Does not matter.

Things really picked up on Thursday as Heather was gangbanged by Jason and his six friends. 

Those seven young cocks added to Heather's total. 19 so far and counting. Don got his wish when he paid Heather to let him fuck her in her ass but since he had already fucked her he does not count, again.

Friday, things really got wild as Heather made her professional video debut with four long hard black cocks leaving a load in every hole. Twenty-three but that was far from the end as another seven black men shoved their black cocks in Heather in every way imaginable and I got to watch it all.

Today, started with Jason taking Heather three times in quick succession but since he had already fucked her, the count looked to be staying at twenty-nine.

I should have known better. Somehow Heather, in her desire to join the mile high club, had managed to add three more cocks to her pussy's meter. Not only did she join the mile high club but she did it four times over.

The final cock count for the last two weeks comes to thirty-three. That's right folks; thirty-three different men have had the pleasure of fucking my wife in the last fifteen days. I never would have dreamed it would have happened but it did. I have the videos and pictures to prove it.

Some say that I am a wimp. Some call my wife a skank. Whatever you think of us and what we did over the last two weeks really is not any of your damn business. You must have liked reading about it or you would not have read these 14 submissions.

I love my wife and she loves me and for better or for worse that is how it's going to be.

I went to sleep that night wondering what Heather would do now that we are back home. Will things go back to normal? No, I know they will not; Heather had already said so. What will Heather do next and when? Will she tell me? What about when Sy calls? I wonder...