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Nancy's Wild Saturday Ch. 01

By: Calvin427



After Friday night's fake-hypnosis sex game with Will and J.J. at the Peppermill Hotel/Casino, Nancy and I went to bed tired and slightly drunk. When we woke up at around 8:30 Saturday morning, we talked about what had happened just hours earlier. Thinking about what I'd let total strangers do to my beautiful wife, and hearing from her how much she'd enjoyed having it done to her, were such a turn-on for me that I insisted on having sex with her for nearly an hour.

So, after gathering our stuff together, gambling for a while, and having some coffee, we finally checked out of the Peppermill at around 11:00 a.m. We'd decided not to stay there another night because we didn't want to run into Will and J.J. again.

We drove to Sparks, as a friend in Berkeley suggested we do, but didn't like the feel of the place (something dead about it). So we headed back to Reno. The weather was cooler than we thought it would be, so Nancy said she needed to find a mall to buy something warm to wear over her sun dress. The dress was made of a thin material and was pretty short (reaching down to about five inches above her knees). And the neckline was low, especially with the top button undone as she was wearing in now.

After asking directions, we ended up at Meadowood Mall, located a few miles south of downtown Reno. I dropped Nancy off by an entrance and parked the car. She told me to look for her in Macy's. It was then about 12:30. 

It took me ten minutes or so to get back to the mall after parking the car. That's because I decided to replace the digital tape in the video camera. On a whim, I thought I'd take the camera into the mall and capture some footage of Nancy moving about in her wonderfully revealing sun dress.

She was braless, of course, but I didn't remember if she'd worn panties underneath the dress. Well, I'd soon find out, and so might a few other lucky folks. When she saw me with the camera, she'd be sure to go into performance mode.

It took me another ten minutes before I found her trying on sweaters in Macy's. The store wasn't very crowded, and the few customers I saw were women. Nancy was holding a large blue sweater-coat up in front of her to see how it might fit. 

Walking up behind her, I asked: "Are you going to try it on?" 

Taken off guard, she spun around as though I'd caught her shoplifting. "I guess not," she said. "I can pretty much tell it fits. What are you doing with the camera? Are you sure cameras are allowed in here?"

"I thought I'd just follow some beautiful, rather under-dressed blonde around as she shopped. I'm working toward a man-on-the-street, or man-in-the-mall, perspective of her."

Nancy laughed: "Well, we both know that's crap. You mean you want to get some shots of my tits and ass, right?"

"Yep. Just ignore me and meander around the mall for a while. But remember to be careful when you bend forward. That is, unless you want to give someone in front or behind you a special treat."

"So far, I don't see anyone here who'd be interested. There'll all women. And probably not even lesbians. Maybe there are males elsewhere in the mall."

"Sears might be a more macho place, probably. You might make your way over there," I suggested. 

"I'll just meander, like you said, after I pay for this. Maybe I'll try Sears. But I'm at loose ends, you know, just a girl on her own with time to kill." She laughed. The absurdity of getting into character for an exhibitionist role always amused her.  

I retreated to the inside entrance of Macy's to wait for Nancy. A few minutes later I saw her leaving the store carrying her purse and a Macy's bag. She gave me a big smile as she walked past and began walking down the enclosed walkway. She'd put on her sunglasses.

The mall had begun to fill up somewhat. Teenagers, talking too loud, were already congregating around various seating areas. And I noticed a few more men, mostly husbands with their wives and kids. Nancy's gorgeous bare legs attracted the husband's furtive attention, of course. All the other women in the mall, since it was November, were wearing pants. Not only that, they all seemed about thirty pounds overweight.

I took some nice footage of Nancy walking ahead of me down the walkway. She looked quite vulnerable and sexually inviting, all 5'4" and 115 pounds of her. The way her skirt flounced just a few inches below her ass was especially alluring. 

After walking around aimlessly for a while, my wife, walking about twenty yards ahead of me, ducked into a Radio Shack store. I sat down for a minute and readied my video camera (which is small enough to be pretty inconspicuous) before following her into the store.

Nancy was in the camera section near the front of the store and had already attracted the attention of a salesman, a tall, thin kid who looked about eighteen. Probably temporary, part-time help. He walked over to her and asked if he could help her. I heard her say she was interested in the new cameras. Then, facing him, she set her Macy's bag and purse on the floor. As she did this, she leaned forward just long enough to give the kid a quick peek down the front of her dress, which (to repeat) was low-cut and unbuttoned at the top.

The move wasn't wasted. I watched his eyes go straight to her tits.

Realizing I couldn't safely video Nancy and the guy up close, I quickly stepped just outside the store where there was a bench. I sat down, located the two of them in my view-finder, and zoomed in on them. I was too far away to hear what they were saying, but I could easily see what was happening.

The tall teenager was standing just to the left of my wife as she leaned forward as though trying to make out some of the small print around the display cameras. As I began taping, the guy leaned forward, too, but he definitely wasn't looking at the cameras. Instead, his eyes were turned toward Nancy and he was arching his neck to look down the gaping front of her dress. I knew he was getting an unhurried look at the light-pink nipple, probably erect, of Nancy's perfect right breast.

This went on for three or four minutes as Nancy moved back and forth along the camera display, all the while leaning forward. Of course the kid, so close to her that they were almost touching, kept leaning forward too, his eyes riveted sideways down her dress-front. Every few seconds, though, he would straighten up and take a quick look around the store to see if others could see what he was doing. 

Videoing this, knowing what the kid was seeing, I felt my cock begin to stiffen in my pants.

Finally, Nancy straightened up and, picking up her purse and the Macy's bag, walked across to the television section, also located near the front of the store. Her eager helper followed closely behind her, of course.

I was just getting the two of them in my view-finder again when Nancy did something that took me by surprise. She "accidentally" dropped her purse on the floor. She must have rigged the top of the purse somehow because, on impact, a number of small items fell out of it.

I heard Nancy say "Damn it!" as she set her Macy's bag down and squatted to gather what had scattered on the carpeted floor. The items (I could see what looked like a lipstick, a compact, some keys, and loose coins) had landed in my direction, that is, toward the Radio Shack entrance.    

So, when she squatted down to pick the spilled items up, Nancy was facing me. She chose (for the benefit of the video camera, she later explained) to spread her legs wide in a sort of catcher's stance. Taking this position while wearing such a short dress, of course, brought an immediate answer to the panty question I'd had earlier. For her gorgeous patch of reddish-blonde pubic hair and the cunt lips beneath it were on glorious display!

She acted as though she was having trouble retrieving all the scattered items, a task made more difficult by her wearing sunglasses, so the tall teenage dropped to both knees in front of her. He almost but not quite got in the way of my video shot of her exposed crotch. That's when I realized that this lucky bastard now had almost the same view up my wife's dress that I was getting, except he was only a few feet away from her!

Trying to keep my hands from shaking, I kept videoing as Nancy maintained the cunt-exposing catcher's stance for almost thirty seconds (pretending to be counting her loose change, of all things!). Once she even turned her torso slightly to give the teenager a more straight-on crotch view up her dress. It had to be the best crotch shot he'd ever had in his life. In fact, when Nancy finally stood up he remained down on the floor for maybe another five seconds. He finally got up (was he trying to hide a hard-on?) and handed her the lipstick he'd picked up for her. 

Nancy quickly got her things together and began walking out of the store. She suddenly stopped, though, and returned to where the teenager stood gawking at her. She gave him a big smile and seemed to be thanking him for his help. Then she turned and walked out of the store, flashed me a smile the kid couldn't see, and headed down the mall walkway toward other stores.

I continued sitting for a few moments, discreetly adjusting the erection in my pants so it wouldn't show. The tall teenager followed Nancy out of the store for a few seconds to watch her walk away. We both watched her disappear around a corner about thirty yards down the walkway. He retreated back into Radio Shack, the image of my wife's exquisite cunt no doubt burned into his brain, as I stood up to see where she'd gone. 

She was waiting for me around the corner with a mischievous smile on her face.

"How was that?" she asked, reaching up and kissing me on the cheek. "Did you mind me being so clumsy back there? Golly, I have no idea what made my purse pop open like that."

"I'll bet you had no idea! That was a championship performance. Watching you show that kid your tits was hot, but when you showed him your pussy you really got me hard. You made his day, too. Probably his whole year. I'll show you the video later. By the way, I had no idea until then that you'd gone without panties today."

"I am getting pretty forgetful, aren't I? What would you like to do now?" asked Nancy.

"Let's have lunch, a sandwich or something at that place," I suggested, pointing to a place with tables pushed out into the walkway.

So we sat down at about 2:00 p.m. for a light, late lunch. As we ate, I kept thinking about the horny scene I'd just videoed, but Nancy seemed quite thoughtful and even distracted. I soon found out why.

"Cal, I'd like to discuss something with you," she began in her most serious voice. "It's about our sex game rules."

Uh-oh! I hoped that she wasn't upset about something. Maybe she was getting tired of catering to my voyeurism. Maybe she was experiencing regrets about having given in to the urge to suck J.J.'s cock, a violation of what I thought were her new rules, last night. 

"I really enjoyed doing that little bit of theater with that poor kid back there," she began. "And not just for your sake. It was a thrill knowing that he was seeing so much of me. I don't think you know how hot that gets me. I'm tingling down there right now."

She looked me in the eye earnestly and squeezed my arm.

Then she continued: "Let's talk about that deal we made in Berkeley about me backing off from fucking other guys."

I nodded, dreading where this might be going.

"Well, I'm beginning to realize that that resolution, or whatever it was, might not be realistic for me. Showing off my body gets me very hot, but the fact is I really like fucking. I like fucking you most of all, but (despite what I told you recently) I like fucking other guys, too. I especially like fucking them while you watch."

She waited for me to respond, but I didn't want to interfere with her thought process. I kept silent.

"What I'm thinking about, if you're OK with it," she continued, "is going a little further tonight than we did last night and having full-on intercourse with some guy. That is, if I can find someone suitable. But I don't want it to be just a performance like the ones we did in San Francisco and Seattle – when we used the pretext of making a sex video. I'd like to do something more straightforward and simple. I'd like to have some attractive man pick me up, take me somewhere, and give me a good old-fashioned fucking." 

To be honest, I felt dejected. Nancy was actually asking my permission to turn her back on me tonight and give her body to some other guy for "a good old-fashioned fucking." But, at the same time, the prospect of this happening was getting me (already aroused) even more aroused. I found her desire to behave as though she were single again very exciting.  

"Where would this guy take you?" I asked. Images of the female victims of serial murderers raced quickly through my mind.

"Well, that's the good news. For you, I mean. I don't want to do this if you can't be there to watch, without the guy knowing about it, of course. That probably means a closet. So it would still be a performance of a sort."

I was perplexed. We hadn't decided on a place to stay tonight yet. But, if she brought a guy back to the usual sort of motel or hotel room there wouldn't be a place for me to hide and watch. These days motel rooms seem always to be laid out so that the closets, if they have them at all, aren't positioned so that someone can hide in them and observe.

"It's a long shot, maybe," Nancy continued, "but even as we were driving over from Berkeley I was thinking about a time when I visited Reno a year or so before I met you. A girlfriend and I stayed at an older place near the Truckee River. It was a little west of downtown and the units had old-fashioned closets with adjustable louvers on the doors. I don't remember why, but once I looked through the louvers and I could clearly see the beds in the room. If you stood in a closet like that you could do the same."

I was dubious. "There've been a lot of changes here in the last ten years. What are the odds that the old motel hasn't been torn down or remodeled?"

Nancy looked at me eagerly. "You could be right, but let's check it out, OK? It's already 2:00 o'clock, so we need to hurry."

Clutching her Macy's bag and her purse in one hand and my hand in the other, she almost dragged me across the mall parking lot to our car. We were soon heading north on Virginia Avenue toward downtown. We finally got on Second Street just past the river and drove for a mile or so until she recognized the place she'd stayed years earlier. It had seen better days but was still in business.

I stayed in the car while my wife almost ran into the motel office. Her eagerness (actually running!) to find a suitable room so she could get fucked while I watched was making my mind spin in a combination of jealousy, lust, and anticipation. I watched her through the office window talking to an old woman behind the counter for several minutes. Then the two of them came out of the office and Nancy followed the old woman to a vacant unit a hundred feet or so behind the office.

I pulled the car up next to the unit and watched them disappear inside. A few seconds later, Nancy stood in the doorway smiling broadly at me. She put one thumb in the air and said something to me I couldn't quite make out. I think it was "It's perfect."

Then, propping the door of the unit open, she and the old woman walked back to the office so Nancy could pay her. I took our stuff out of the car and carried it inside.

The room was clean, all right, but rather shabby-looking. The air smelled like disinfectant and the cover over the queen-sized bed was old and worn. But Nancy was right about the closet. It was about five feet from the foot of the bed and its door had wooden louvers in a panel set in its upper part. I stepped into the closet, pulled the chain hanging from the light fixture to turn on the 40-watt bulb, and closed the door behind me. Then I pulled the chain again to turn the light off and, standing in the dark, tried adjusting the louvers.

They were a little stiff but soon loosened up. I found that by opening the louvers only a little, I had a full view of the bed. Things were really falling into place. I was beginning to realize that this might really happen tonight!

Just as I was stepping out of the closet, Nancy returned to the room. She immediately threw her arms around me

"So you already tried it out. What do you think? What can you see?"

"The whole bed. Every inch of it. One thing is a little worrying, though. What's to keep your conquest from going into the closet for some reason? I can't think why he'd want to, but it's a possibility. Just in case, you might want to pick some guy you think I can beat up."

"It's simple. I'll hang something, a towel maybe, on the doorknob. I can't think of any reason for the guy to go to the trouble of moving a towel just to open a door. Unless you give yourself away somehow, there shouldn't be a problem."

"And I'll be sure to hide my stuff so he doesn't know you're here with a man." 

Nancy kissed me deeply and said, "You're a sweetheart. You think of everything."

We lay down on the bed then and chatted some more about her plan. Listening to the radio earlier, we'd learned of a football game that afternoon between the University of Nevada and San Jose State. There were bound to be after-game drinking parties, regardless of who won the game. Laughing, she said she liked the idea of getting picked up by a football player but said she'd settle for a fit game-day celebrant instead.

Since we each had a cell phone, we could stay in communication even if we got separated somehow during the hooking-up period.

She got tired of talking about all this, I guess, because after a while she pulled down my trousers and began sucking my cock. She did such a wonderful job that I had to cum in her mouth after only about five minutes. She explained to me that this was to make up for the embarrassment I must have experienced when she accidentally let the young salesman see her vagina.

Nancy then went into the bathroom as I lay on the bed relaxing. I dozed off and she woke me up about thirty minutes later, I think, with her make-up refreshed and dressed for her late afternoon and evening. She'd changed into a pair of skin-tight jeans and a loose-fitting white button-down blouse. She had the two top buttons undone and it was easy to see that she remained braless.

"Did you even bring a bra with you?" I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"I'm afraid not. I hope this top isn't too indecent without a bra. Do my areolas show through?"

I asked her to walk around a bit to model her outfit for me. Her top wasn't really sheer, but it was easy to see by the natural way her breasts bounced when she walked and the way her nipples poked against the material that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. And I really loved the way her ass looked in those tight jeans!

"Well," I finally answered, "I can't see a change of color where your nipples are, if that's what you mean. But they're pretty evident. They'll be more evident, of course, if you're in a slightly chilly room."

She laughed. "You may as well know that I'm through being cold. That's why I got out of that sun dress and put on these jeans. I'm taking my new sweater-coat with me, too."

She pulled me up from the bed and announced that it was time to go somewhere to wait for the after-game boozing to get under way ("You can be my first date tonight," she said waggishly). We decided to visit a downtown casino.

We drove back near Virginia Street and parked the car in a lot. Then we just walked around for a while before deciding to gamble at Harrah's. I tried more twenty-one but quickly lost all I wanted to. Nancy sat down at a slot machine, had a couple of cocktails, and eventually dropped around fifty dollars.


Nancy's Wild Saturday Ch. 01



"This isn't much fun," she said.

"Not compared to what you're going to being doing later, it isn't." I congratulated myself on being so casual about helping my wife have sex with some other guy. But, at some level, the idea of being replaced even temporarily by this guy was bothering me. 

Something in my tone alerted her. "It will be fun, won't it?" she asked, looking at me seriously. "You're sure you don't mind me indulging this unattached-lady-needing-to-have-a-fling fantasy?"

I felt like quibbling, being passive-aggressive: "Does it count as a fantasy when you really do it? If that's a fantasy, what counts as reality? But, whatever it is, so long as I can watch, there's definitely no problem. I'd feel different about being entirely left out, I think."

"You know, if I really get into it, really get carried away, it might feel to you like I'm leaving you out. I might even forget you're watching. I hope that's all right."

It was pretty strange standing in the middle of a bustling casino talking with my beautiful wife about her having sex with a strange man while I watched. But, strange as it was, her last remark went straight to my cock. Her warning me that she might get so carried away while having sex that she might forget I was watching – well, for some reason, I found this especially erotic. Maybe because, bless her, she was aiming at real, not merely staged, sex.

It was about 5:30 by then, and I was curious about what had happened in the UNR football game. I left Nancy at a bar and asked a casino worker if he knew anything. He didn't, but he asked another guy who said the Wolfpack had beaten San Jose State by maybe thirty points.

I rejoined Nancy at the bar and informed her that local fans were likely to be in high spirits because their team had won big. The drinking was probably well under way and inhibitions were relaxing by the minute. 

Well," she said, "maybe we need to get going pretty soon. I'm tired of giving Harrah's our money and I don't want to settle for some falling-down drunk."

By 7:00 we'd located two bars near the University of Nevada campus. One was almost directly across the street from the football stadium, but it was way too raucous and crowded.  

The other one, called the Outrigger, was down the street near I-80. When I stuck my head inside to check it out (Nancy stayed in the car), I saw that it was also crowded but wasn't quite so full of swaggering jocks as the other place. There were the expected college types celebrating their team's win, but there were others who looked like they didn't give a shit about football. The drinking appeared to be somewhat under control. The ratio appeared to be about 3:1 men to women.

I returned to the car and explained the physical lay-out to Nancy. It had an upstairs area, used mainly for dining, and a downstairs bar with lots of tables and what looked like booths. The music coming from down there was pretty loud, but I thought it might be possible to have a conversation both upstairs and down.

Nancy said it was worth a try, so she gave me a parting kiss (she reminded me that this was the last time she'd acknowledge me, except by cell phone, this evening), flashed me a big smile, and entered the place. I watched her disappear inside wearing her new sweater-coat over her sexy blouse and skin-tight jeans. 

Since her new sweater had a large pocket, she'd put her wallet in it along with her key to the motel unit and her cell phone. We'd stopped off earlier at drug store where she bought some condoms and a tube of gel. These went into her sweater pocket, too. She was able then to leave her purse in the car. 

I had to park the car almost a block away and walk back to the place. As I walked, I went over the fiction my wife had created for herself as we chatted earlier at the motel. Her role for the night was as follows: she was twenty-five third-grade teacher from San Francisco, married to an unsatisfactory husband, visiting Reno with a friend who'd gone off with someone to Lake Tahoe until tomorrow morning, and staying at a crappy old motel because her friend had booked it by mistake. Bored with casino gambling, she'd gone walking and just stumbled upon the Breakaway.   

It was a good enough story to work. Besides, a horny and slightly drunk guy wouldn't be looking for minor discrepancies in a story coming from an incredibly hot woman like Nancy. And, an anonymous man among strangers, maybe I'd get to watch her getting picked up. I'd done this several times before in Colorado and in Berkeley, and (besides watching my wife actually perform sexually with a guy or guys) it was one of my favorite things about what we call "sex theater."

Arriving at the Breakaway, I ordered a beer and found a seat in the upstairs section facing toward the door. Since I couldn't see Nancy, I assumed she was downstairs somewhere. I thought I'd give her a while to interact without being watched. It might help her get into the spontaneous thing if her husband wasn't hovering around all the time.

About forty-five minutes passed and I was about to wander downstairs when my cell phone sounded. It was, of course, Nancy calling. She said she'd met three people downstairs: a man, his girlfriend or wife, and another man. The unattached man was visiting the couple for the weekend and they'd attended the UNR football game together. Anyway, the three of them had invited her to join them for dinner at a place called El Borracho. I guess the food at the Breakaway wasn't all that great.

I asked her, only half-seriously, which of them she had her eye on. "The unattached one, I suppose," she answered. "He's definitely interested in me and I think I'm already his date, sort of. It's hard talking to you now with all this noise, so we're off now. And don't worry. The guy driving seems pretty sober. I'll probably see you at this Mexican place, right?"

"Definitely," I answered. "El Borracho, huh? I think that means 'the drunkard' in Spanish."

"Stop showing off," she said, ending the conversation. 

I went back to my seat and waited for the four of them to come upstairs and exit. I knew it wouldn't be hard to identify the lucky guy who wasn't attached to the other woman in the group. I paid close attention to the top of the stairs for almost ten minutes, during which time maybe a dozen different people came upstairs or went downstairs, before they finally emerged. 

Nancy (easily the best-looking female in the place, I noted with pride) came up the stairs first, followed closely behind by a tall wiry man with a crew-cut and reddish or maybe weathered skin. Then came another woman, rather short and dumpy, and a man who walked behind her stiffly and maybe a little unhappily. He was short, too, but looked very muscular. Nancy's new friends weren't kids. They appeared to be in their late thirties or early forties.

As soon as they left, I got up and followed them out. I spent several minutes looking for them outside but somehow missed them. Then I went back inside and asked to see a phone book. It took a friendly waitress a while to find one, but she eventually brought it to me. I looked up El Borracho (my hands sweating as I thought about Nancy and the wiry stranger snuggled close together in the back seat of a car). I was relieved to discover that the Mexican restaurant was on Virginia Street, too. It would be easy to find.

What I didn't count on was that downtown Virginia Street on Saturday night would be so jammed with traffic. The cars were full of teenagers "dragging Main," as we used to call it. The point is it took me almost forty-five minutes to get from the Breakaway on North Virginia to El Borracho on South Virginia. Since the guy driving the car Nancy was in lived in Reno, he'd know to avoid the traffic jam I got stuck in. It was almost 9:00 when I got there.

It turned out to be a rather small restaurant-bar. Fortunately, parking wasn't a problem. I parked almost directly across the street from the place.

When I got inside, I realized I was a bit hungry. So I sat down at the bar and ordered a Tres Equis and some burritos as a bar snack. Then I looked out into the dining area and located Nancy and her three new acquaintances sitting in a booth already eating their dinners. 

Nancy had her back to me, sitting against the wall with the wiry guy just to her right. Since the possibly-married couple were facing me, I could see their faces pretty well. The short guy was pretty animated and seemed to be having a good time talking to the wiry guy and my wife. His significant other appeared to be almost sullen, though. She was definitely not having a good time.   

I returned to the bar where I stolidly ate my burritos and nursed my beer. I checked on my wife every five minutes or so. They were taking their time eating, it seemed. 

About thirty minutes later, though, an unpleasant incident occurred. I heard a woman's raised voice, which was suddenly stifled, and looked over by the front door where the noise was coming from. I was surprised to discover that it was the short, stocky guy and his dumpy wife (or girlfriend) standing face to face having an intense discussion. She was obviously angry and he seemed to be trying to placate her, or at least keep her from making too much of a scene.

I stood up and glanced back into the dining area. Nancy and the wiry guy had stood up and he was helping her on with her sweater-coat. Then he put his arm around her shoulder, leaned down, and kissed her on the cheek. Just as he did this, Nancy caught sight of me watching them. A worried look swept briefly across her face. Something was up. Maybe the whole plan had been scotched by this angry woman.

Nancy excused herself, pulling away from the wiry guy who seemed reluctant to remove his hand from her shoulder, and headed toward the women's room. A few minutes later, she called me at the bar.

"Jason's wife is freaking out," she explained. "Tom, the guy I'm with, is visiting them from Sacramento. The problem is that Tom's girlfriend is a friend of Jason's wife, and she's pissed about how he's coming on to me. She's been glaring at me all night. She jumped on Tom a few minutes ago, saying he should be ashamed of himself. Then she got up and stormed out. Jason just went after her."

"Well, what's going to happen?" I asked.

"Tom is really, really hot for me. And he said, like it should matter to me, that he's already broken up with his girlfriend in Sacramento and that Jason's wife, whose name is either Mary or Mary Ann, just doesn't know it yet. He thinks I'm a school teacher and the idea of dating one is some sort of turn-on for him."

The fact is that Nancy was, briefly, a school teacher. She quit, though, to go to work at an insurance company. Anyway, I was finding all this pretty hilarious. "Well, you wanted this to be like a real date, Nancy. And now you've got it, soap opera and all."

"Back to your question, here's what I think is going to happen," Nancy continued, trying to stay serious. "Jason is going to drive his wife home and have Tom and me to get a cab back to the motel. I told him he can't stay too long, that my wayward girlfriend might decide to come back early from Lake Tahoe. He's OK with that. He's already told me he can't wait to be alone with me. Well, so he thinks, at least. You'd better drive over there and get ready for us."

There was a short pause. Then Nancy, who'd been almost giddy, added a serious last-minute concern (almost a warning): "Cal, I have a feeling that tonight will be different for both of us. I'm going to let myself go places I've never gone before, and as you watch you might not recognize me at times. I'm not sure what that means, yet, but I want you to be ready for something very different."

I was about to ask her explain this a bit more when she added: "Or it might be a totally boring evening. The guy could be a total bust."

I told her that I'd try to be ready for anything and that I hoped she'd experience something with this guy worth remembering. Then I rang off and headed out the door, passing just inches from where Jason and his wife stood locked in seething marital contempt.



Nancy's Wild Saturday Ch. 02



Knowing that it wouldn't take long for a Reno cab-driver to bring Tom and my wife to the motel, I wasted no time getting back there. I parked our car on the street, walked back to the unit, and let myself in. 

There wasn't much to do to get ready except to stash a few clothing items of mine in the closet and hang a slightly damp towel on the closet door to discourage Tom from poking around in there. Then I turned off all the lights. Earlier, Nancy had promised to leave at least one of the two bed-table lamps on for "stage lighting." But, for now, they too were off.

She'd also promised to turn the television set on for additional light and cover noise. If she had to explain, Nancy would say that she got nervous when there wasn't any sound on when she was in a strange place. Which channel was on wouldn't matter. If he wanted to, Tom could choose the one he disliked least.

I undressed in the dim light coming through the Venetian blinds, leaving on only my t-shirt and socks -- a reasonable costume for a wanker, I figured. I then put these items with my other things in the closet. 

Next, as the anticipation of what was to come built up in me, I went into the bathroom and got a good drink of water, enough to keep me hydrated for several hours. I'd already taken a shit at El Borracho but forced myself to piss again. I remembered just in time to flush the toilet, for just as the toilet tank finished refilling I saw through the blinds the lights of a taxi cab pulling into the motel and approaching our unit.

Almost dizzy with excitement now, I grabbed a small hand towel from the bathroom and quickly ducked into the closet, shutting the door behind me very carefully so that the bath towel hanging on the door knob wouldn't fall off. The hand towel, of course, was to keep from making a mess when I ejaculated, as I suspected I probably would at least once.

I knew I'd be standing up for quite a while as I watched Nancy and Tom through the louvers, but there was enough space in the closet to sit down on the floor if I got tired or if there was a lull in the action. This irrelevant thought filled my mind as door swung open and Nancy, wearing only her jeans and white blouse (and, of course, the same pair of sandals she'd worn since we arrived in Reno), entered the room and turned on the light switch, which was connected to both bed-table lamps. 

Tom was right behind her, carrying a small paper bag in one hand and both his jacket and her sweater-coat in the other. Obviously, something pretty physical had been going on in the taxi because Nancy's hair was messed up and her blouse was almost entirely undone. Acting as though something had suddenly occurred to her, she quickly walked over to Tom, who grabbed her and tried to kiss her. But she pushed him away and asked him to hand her her sweater-coat so she could make sure nothing, her wallet especially, had fallen out of the pocket in the taxi. Looking inside the pocket, she saw that everything was there and laid the sweater over the back of a chair.

Then, looking much relieved, she walked back to Tom and allowed him to kiss her deeply. As they kissed, he clutched her ass firmly and pulled her to him, holding a cheek in each of his large hands. 

Taking my eyes momentarily off his hands on my wife's ass, I noticed how weathered his skin actually was. He truly looked like a cowboy, and his jeans and lean build encouraged the impression. I didn't connect Sacramento with ranch work, though. 

Nancy broke out of the kiss, picked up the remote control, and aimed it at the television set. "I'll see if I can find some music," she said. "But whatever I find, I'll keep the volume down. I'm afraid I'm a little neurotic. I need to have some kind of background noise most of the time."

Tom, meanwhile, had opened the paper bag and removed a four-pack of some kind of canned cocktails. He opened one and offered it to Nancy, but she refused it. He took a drink of it and sat it down next to the other cocktails on a side table.

I noticed that the table lamps and the light from the television set were providing almost perfect stage lighting. I also noticed that I'd gotten over my nervousness and was already developing a hard-on.

Tom clearly wasn't in the mood to discuss Nancy's need for noise. As soon as she settled on the dull patter of an infomercial station, he walked up behind her, firmly seized her breasts (mostly out of her blouse by now), and kissed the back of her neck. 

I heard her say, "Oh, Tom, that feels nice. But I really need to go to the bathroom. Please let go of me for a minute."

I began stroking my hardening cock. This was already pretty good!

When he released Nancy's breasts, she turned around to face him and abruptly brought her hand down to his crotch. "Maybe you can get out of those jeans while I'm in there. A big boner like this can't be comfortable for you." Then she kissed him again and disappeared from my view into the bathroom.

Tom said, "Hurry back, darlin'" and sat down on the side of the bed. He pulled off his shoes and socks before standing up to take off his jeans. His cock (which appeared to be a pretty large one) had formed a rocket in his briefs, but he didn't remove them yet. Instead, he removed his sweat shirt and the t-shirt under it. Since I'm not gay, I wasn't aroused by watching Tom undress, but I had to be impressed by how tan and well-muscled he was. I was pretty sure Nancy would like what she saw.

Just for something to do while waiting for Nancy, I tried to estimate his height and weight. My guess was six-foot-two and maybe 170 pounds, none of it fat.

Finally I heard the toilet flush and seconds later Nancy emerged from the bathroom naked except for a pair of ordinary cotton panties. "Look, we're the underwear twins," she said, laughing. 

Tom, now sitting on the side of the bed again finishing the last of his drink, stared at her appreciatively. "So that's what you look like all naked!" he exclaimed. "I thought you'd look good, but I didn't know you'd look this good! Please bring that sweet body right over here!"

I watched her walk slowly over to him. When she was close enough to him, he suddenly grabbed her by an arm (as she made a little squealing noise) and pulled her down and over his body until she was lying next to him on the bed. From my vantage point, Nancy was on the left side and Tom was on the right side.

But they didn't stay put long. Soon they were rolling around on the bed in a tangled embrace of arms and legs. As they kissed, Nancy's bare breasts were pressed flat against Tom's chest and his hard cock, which he'd freed by pushing his briefs down to his thighs, kept stabbing against one or the other of her thighs. 

Nancy broke from him with a gasp. "Can we slow down and just lie here for a little?" she asked, rolling on her back, once again to the left of him. They both lay there for a few seconds, Nancy looking at the ceiling and Tom looking at her. Then he quickly sat up and pulled his briefs all the way off and tossed them on the floor. When he lay back down next to her, Nancy placed her left hand around his erection and began slowly stroking it. 

I'd underestimated the size of Tom's cock. It was both longer and thicker than mine. This didn't make me happy, but a fact is a fact.

"So tell me more about your idiot husband," I heard Tom say. "What is it that he won't do for you?" On television, a woman was droning on about necklaces.

"Well, if you can believe it, he doesn't like to do anything but the missionary position. So that rules out a lot, doesn't it?"

"And do you and him fuck a lot?"

"Hell, no. He climbs on me maybe once a week. And, when we do it, he's always going on about how he wants to make a baby. I don't find that very sexy. Besides, I'm not ready for children yet. Especially not with him."

"So you're not on birth control?"

"He doesn't know it, but I am. I'm on the pill."

"What about other guys? Did you ever run into anybody willing to do some of the stuff he won't?"

"About a month ago," said Nancy, "I met a guy and we went to his hotel room. He fucked me in all sorts of ways and he ate my pussy, too. It was wonderful and I was really grateful to him. My husband just won't do it."

"You mean eat your pussy?" Tom cracked open another cocktail and took a deep drink.

"Well, that and other things," she answered.

"Then he's a real asshole," said Tom.

After a few seconds, Nancy asked: "How about you? Do you have any sexual limits? Are there things you don't like to do?"

Tom laughed and said something about no whips and handcuffs. Then, tired of talking probably, he rolled up against her and began caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples. He did this for quite a while. Meanwhile, he was whispering things in her ear and kissing her. She giggled several times like a school girl.

Then he muttered something to her, got on his knees next to her, and reached down to remove her panties. She raised her ass off the bed to make it easier for him, and soon her panties lay on the floor next to his briefs. He then climbed all the way off the bed, walked to the foot of it (with that big cock of his so erect it was pointed slightly upward!) and climbed up on the foot of the bed. He then slowly crawled forward on his belly toward her cunt, his hands pushing at the insides of her thighs as he went.

Not that she was resisting. On her own, she'd already bent her knees upwards and spread her legs about as far as they would go.   

Soon Tom's mouth made contact with Nancy's cunt. She gasped and raised her neck to watch what he was doing to her, which didn't seem quite like ordinary cunnilingus. From my vantage point, all I could see was that he was moving his head slowly from side to side. His head was blocking my view of Nancy's crotch, but he seemed to be trailing kisses from right to left and back again between her inner thighs. Each time his mouth passed over her cunt he would pause briefly to give it special attention.

Groaning, Nancy then pushed her pelvis up a little higher to make her cunt easier for him to get at with his mouth. He went on lightly kissing her side-to-side like this for several minutes as Nancy's gasps and groans got louder. 

Meanwhile, watching this stranger working his magic between my wife's legs, I was stroking my cock. In fact, I was already dangerously close to cumming. So, while I couldn't take my eyes off of what was happening on the bed, I forced myself to stop masturbating. I knew it was bound to get even better. And it was way too soon for me to cum.

Nancy seemed on the verge of an orgasm, too. Knowing this, perhaps, Tom stopped what he'd been doing and lifted his head up a few inches so he could get a better look at her cunt. He then shifted his upper-body weight to his left elbow and rolled his body slightly in that direction. This brought Nancy's cunt and inner thighs, glistening from Tom's saliva, fully into both his and my view. Obviously, she was very turned on. I wasn't sure, but I thought I could just make out her little clit protruding from its shield above her cunt lips.

I watched over Tom's right shoulder as he slowly inserted his right index finger deep inside my wife's cunt. He moved it around inside her for a few seconds before just as slowly pulling it out and bringing it up to his mouth. I only had a back view of his head, of course, but I'm pretty sure he actually stuck his finger in his mouth because I heard him say something about "delicious pussy."

Amen, brother, I said to myself

Then, as Nancy raised her cunt even higher off the bed, Tom began licking her cunt lips and her clit. At first, because his head was in the way again, I couldn't see exactly what he was doing. But when he pulled his head slightly to the side, I could see that he had now thrust the index and middle fingers of his right hand deep into my wife's cunt and was keeping them there as he lashed her clit with his tongue.

He kept this up relentlessly for several minutes until Nancy, who'd been groaning louder and more steadily, announced loudly, "Oh, Fuck, Tom! You're making me cum! Oh, fuck! I'm cumming now! Ohhhh. God, it's a really big one!!" This was followed by about ten seconds of body thrashing and inarticulate groaning and whimpering. But all the while, Tom kept working on Nancy's cunt simultaneously with his fingers, mouth, and tongue.

Finally, she pushed his head away. "Oh, Tom! Oh, thank you for doing that! But I need to stop a minute. I'm too sensitive down there right now."

Still between her legs, Tom pulled himself up to his knees and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood with his back to me looking down at Nancy while holding his cock in his right hand. It was a silent appeal for fellatio, I guess. 

At least, that was how Nancy interpreted it. "Why don't you lie down on your back now so I can return the favor?" she suggested.

And that's what he did, scooting his body farther up the bed than before so he could rest the back of his head on a pillow and watch.

My view of Nancy was in profile as she knelt at his left side and bent forward over his cock, which she gripped in her right hand to keep it in the 12:00 o'clock position. First, using the tip of her tongue, she did something to Tom's cock that she loves to do to mine. She slowly licked, first clockwise then counterclockwise, all over and just beneath the swollen red crown of his cock. Finally, she tilted her head this way and that as she ran the tip of her tongue all around the little sunken area where the crown met the shaft of his cock.

"Oh, baby!" exclaimed Tom. "Where did you learn to do that?"

She raised her head up and answered: "Not from my husband. That's for damned sure."

"Where then?"

"In college I was pretty promiscuous. I had sex with a lot of guys. I was actually famous for my blow-jobs, I think. A week after I got married, I gave one of my former boyfriends a farewell blow-job. Then, foolishly, I stayed loyal to my husband for over two years."

Saying this, she leaned forward again and took as much of Tom's big cock into her mouth as she could. I could just barely hear the liquid sounds of cock-sucking over a commercial for space organizers. As I watched Nancy enthusiastically sucking this large cock for what must have been five minutes, I couldn't help stroking mine again. And again I almost made the mistake of cumming too early. She was multi-orgasmic, but I had to space mine judicially.

So I just stood there with my hard cock pushed up against the inside of the closet door watching my wife performing oral sex on a guy she'd met only hours earlier. The situation was definitely horny. But it was also more than a little ridiculous.

After a few more minutes of having his cock sucked, Tom raised himself up and said he wanted to fuck her now. She immediately removed his cock from her mouth and surprised him, I think, by how quickly she got off the bed and almost ran around the foot of it to the chair over which she'd draped her sweater-coat. She smiled at him as she reached into the pocket, extracted from it a condom and some gel, and held them up for him to see.

"I've got one of those, too," he said, meaning of course the condom. "But it's in my wallet and I'm not sure it's any good. I guess we can go ahead and use yours, if you think it's necessary."

She climbed back on the bed again, this time on the right side as I viewed the scene. "Of course it's necessary. And since your cock is so large, I think the gel will be necessary, too. Does your girlfriend having any trouble taking your dick inside her? I figure if she can do it, so can I. But I'm pretty tight and would like it better with gel."

She placed the condom over Tom's cock and began rolling it on. He was lying on his back again.

"Here," he said, pushing her fingers gently away. "Let me do that. I think I remember how they go. And I don't have a girlfriend any more. Remember, we broke up."

After making sure that Tom had the condom on properly, Nancy lay down next to him again, spread her legs, and worked some gel deep inside her cunt. She had a little left on her hand, so she spread it over his condom.

I'm not sure what the etiquette is when it comes to choosing sexual positions during one-nighters, but Nancy took the initiative this time. She quickly straddled Tom's body and leaned down and kissed him. Then she reached back to hold his cock steady so she could impale herself on it.

"I guess you don't want to do it missionary style," he said. 

They both laughed, but Nancy stopped laughing as soon as she felt the girth and hardness of Tom's cock inside her. "Oh, my God! Oh, Tom, that's so big!" she exclaimed as she sat on his cock for several seconds without moving. I had a perfect view of the penetration and could see that she'd taken all but maybe an inch of it inside her.  

Then she began slowly moving up and down on it. She kept uttering things like "Oh my God" and "Oh fuck" as she raised and lowered herself on his cock. Once she sat almost straight up and exclaimed, "I think I can feel that cock all the way up in my throat!" But when she increased the pace, she leaned way forward against Tom's chest so he could thrust upward, too. Soon his thrusts became more rapid and I was treated to a lengthy spectacle of his big cock pistoning in and out of my wife's now very wet cunt. As he fucked her, his large hands gripped her butt cheeks hard and her little asshole seemed to be winking at me.

By now Tom was groaning with pleasure, too. He kept saying, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Yes, fuck me" as though she wasn't already doing it.

Finally, after maybe fifteen minutes of riding his cock, Nancy had another orgasm. As she came, for what seemed like a full minute, she slumped forward against Tom's chest, hanging on to his shoulders as though she was afraid of falling off him. She quivered and made a sustained "Ohhhh" sound that slowly gained volume until she was nearly shouting.

Tom, probably wanting to get her off his chest, said he wanted to try something else. He pushed her off him. I could actually hear a little popping sound as his big cock came out of her. For quite a while, my wife just lay on the bed as though completely drained.

Losing patience, maybe, Tom picked her up and carefully positioned her on her elbows and knees with her ass sticking over the side of the bed. Nancy wasn't so far gone that she didn't know what was happening, though. For I noticed that, on her own, she spread her knees farther apart and lay with her upper body laid flat against the bedspread to brace herself against the onslaught she knew would be coming from behind. Her body was sideway to me, but she had her face turned toward me and favored me with a priceless expression that was part pure pleasure and part resignation to whatever might happen next.

Tom moved up behind my wife's vulnerable ass until his cock was right up against it. Was he really going to stick that oversized cock of his up her asshole? Would she let him do this? 

Then Tom quickly entered her from behind. He did it so effortlessly that I knew he'd stuck his cock in her cunt again, for it would have taken a more gradual approach to get it into her asshole. Nancy, still looking at me, grimaced slightly. Then her face relaxed in pleasure as Tom slowly rocked his pelvis forward and backwards while gripping her by the waist. He started to increase the rhythm when, of all things to happen, his cell phone rang. It seemed to come from his jeans, which lay on the floor with the rest of his clothes.

He swore and pulled his cock out of my wife. He knelt down and located his cell phone.

He looked at the caller ID and answered the call. "Hey, Jason, I'm kind of busy. Can you call me back?"

Nancy, still holding the pose with her ass in the air, smiled contentedly at me. Her expression was almost feline.




Nancy's Wild Saturday Ch. 02



"Well, I guess I can stay another night with you," Tom was saying. "But are you sure it's all right with your old lady? I don't want a bad scene with her, but Nancy says I can't stay here with her much longer. Can you come by here and get me maybe?"

He gave Jason the name of the motel and the room number. Then, listening to Jason going on and on about something, he picked up the remote control and turned off the television set. I guess he'd had enough infomercials. I sure had.

Jason apparently wanted to keep talking about something, and Tom soon lost patience with him. "OK. Whatever," he said. "You know where place is. Just come by and get me. I'll be ready to go pretty soon."

He rang off and apologized to Nancy. Then he said, "Now where were we?" and moved up again behind Nancy's butt. "Interruptions. Fucking interruptions," he said as he pushed his cock back inside her in a single forceful motion.

Nancy gasped and said, "Oh, God, I think that thing of yours keeps getting bigger! But keep doing that. Yes, keep doing that!"

What he was doing was violently ramming his big cock in and out of her cunt as he stood behind her, again gripping her by the waist. There was no more finesse. He was simply giving her one of the hardest fuckings of her life and she was loving every minute of it.

Watching my wife getting fucked like this as I stroked my cock in the closet soon became too much for me. My legs feeling rubbery under me, I shot spurt after spurt of semen into the wash-towel I held in my left hand. Even as I came, though, I couldn't take my eyes off the scene of Nancy getting so thoroughly pleasured. 

For she was clearly approaching yet another orgasm. And Tom seemed finally ready to cum, too. The animal sounds coming from both of them over the next two or three minutes were almost scary. They were what I could expect from a rough-and-tumble guy like Tom, but I never thought my wife was capable of making such sounds. 

As Nancy gave into her gasping, nearly screaming orgasm, Tom threw back his head and actually roared with pleasure and something resembling anger. He drove his cock into her cunt three or four more times before pulling out of her and ripping off his condom. For several seconds he just stood by the bed with his still-hard cock was still dripping with semen. Nancy, however, recovered pretty quickly from her orgasm. She quickly spun around and sat on the side of the bed in order to receive his cum-covered cock back into her mouth. 

Standing in front of her, he grabbed the back of her neck and roughly pulled her head toward him so she could take as much of his cock into her mouth as possible. He said, "Wait, I think there's more," and, with a grunt, thrust his cock into her mouth another three or four more times. Finally he pulled all the way out of her. 

Nancy seemed stunned at first but then smiled up at him and rubbed her right hand across her lips. She showed him a small amount of semen on the back of her hand and said, "Yes, there was more. That was a dirty trick,Tom, but you really are a prodigious fucker."

"Thank you, darlin'," he said. "Whatever that means." 

She then fell back on the bed and lay there thoroughly limp. Tom reached down, picked her up in his arms, and gently laid her back so her head was supported by a pillow. For someone who seemed so brutal minutes earlier, this was a surprising act of gentleness.

Nancy lay there, incredibly beautiful in her just-fucked nakedness, while Tom opened another cocktail and carried it into the bathroom with him. I could hear him pissing. Then, as I watched, Nancy stood up, pulled the bedspread and top sheet down, and climbed into bed. She must have been a little chilled because she pulled the bedding up all the way up to her neck.

Just then there was a loud rap at the door. My first thought was that it was the police coming to investigate all the noises coming from the unit. But Tom, who must have been taking a crap in the bathroom, yelled out to Nancy that it was probably Jason. Could she let him in?

Nancy immediately jumped out of bed and walked stark naked to the door. She opened it a crack, recognized Jason, and opened the door all the way to let him in. He stepped into the room, scarcely believing his luck, I suspect, and leered at my beautiful wife walking completely naked back to the bed and getting under the covers. She made no effort at all to cover her ass, crotch, or breasts until she pulled the bedding back over herself.

Tom flushed the toilet and, still naked himself, came back into the room just as Nancy was climbing back into bed. "What do you think of that?" he asked his friend. "Have you ever seen such a gorgeous piece of ass in your life?"

Seemingly uncertain what to say, Jason just grinned at him. 

"And the best part is, she's a super fucker," continued Tom. "Beautiful girls like her are usually no good at sex. But, trust me, this one's an exception."

I guess in his crude way he was praising her. That's the way she seemed to be taking it at least. When Tom climbed under the covers with her, she didn't seem at all upset with him.

"Come over here and check her out up close," said Tom. "Come on, don't be a shy married man."

Jason walked around the foot of the bed to the left side, the side where Nancy was lying. Then Tom reached over and jerked the bedding off her upper body. This caused her breasts to be fully exposed again. And again, Nancy made no effort to cover herself.

Tom reached over and began caressing her breasts. "Aren't these the sweetest titties you ever seen? Look at how nice and perky they are. Admit it, they're way better than Mary Ann's big hangers.

As though to demonstrate their virtue, Tom brought his mouth down to my wife's breasts and sucked first her right then her left nipple. She made no effort to stop him. In fact, as Tom sucked her nipples, making them stand up like little soldiers, she just looked up at Jason smiling.

"You know, I feel like I owe you something for ruining your evening, or maybe your marriage," she said to him. 

"Well, you really didn't . . ." began Jason.

Tom raised his head up from Nancy's breasts and said, "I think this lovely school teacher is inviting you to join us, buddy. We don't have to get right back to your place. Let Nancy improve your life. Mary Ann never needs to know."

Tom's way of talking about Nancy as though she were his property was starting to annoy me. After all, whatever sexual adventure she was on tonight, she was still my wife and not his whore. Still, none of this seemed to be bothering her, so I guessed it was all right. So far, at least.

Jason began getting undressed, slowly at first. But when Tom pulled all the bedding off Nancy and himself and kicked it down to the foot of the bed, Jason was quickly down to nothing but a muscle shirt and his socks. His cock wasn't hard. It was pretty large when flaccid, though, so I guessed it would develop into a quite respectable erection. I saw that he had a slight gut but otherwise looked like a body builder.

To rest my legs and eyes, I sat down in the closet for a short while. I couldn't see what was happening, but since the television was off I could hear the three of them talking and moving around on the bed. If the action got hotter, I could stand up and take it in.

Tom was talking again. "You should've seen what Nancy and I were doing just before you got here. I must've fucked her for thirty minutes dog-style, isn't that right sweet-cheeks?"

"Maybe not thirty minutes, but I've never been so well fucked that way before," replied my wife. 

"Her husband back in San Francisco – he's gay, in my opinion -- won't give her a good fucking, so she has to get it out of town," continued Tom. There was a slightly mocking tone in his voice. 

"My husband isn't gay, but I guess it's all right for both of us to take a break from our screwed up marriages," said Nancy. She had to be talking to Jason.

Jason muttered something too low for me to hear. 

Then I heard Tom's voice again. "Look at that. Isn't that sweet? Feel how soft that pussy hair is. Not all wiry and nappy like Mary Ann's."

"Actually she shaves," answered Jason. "I don't know why she bothers. She's too heavy to wear a bikini."

Tom laughed. Then I heard him say, "I think I'd like a little more cock-sucking, darlin'. Could you please do the honors?" The bed made a slight creaking sound, and I just had to stand up again and see what was happening.

The first thing I noticed was Jason lying on his side stroking his stiffening cock. Tom was lying on his back, a cocktail in his hand (how many had he had?), holding his still half-hard cock in his left hand. Nancy, who lay between them, began to slide her body down the bed so she could fulfill Tom's request, but he stopped her. "Jason, you need to get some of this. Could you get on your knees, darlin', while you suck me and let Jason get behind you? Stick that pretty ass of yours up for him the way you did for me."

She didn't seem to know what to do at first. But Tom moved as far as he could to his side of the bed to make room for her to get on her hands and knees between the two men. It took her a little while to situate herself, but she ended up on her knees leaning forward over Tom's cock and holding it in her right hand. Her much-praised ass was aimed at the lower left corner of the bed. 

As Nancy took Tom's cock into her mouth again, Jason climbed off the bed and back on it directly behind her. Perched precariously on the corner of the bed, he reached forward with both hands and spread her ass cheeks apart. He then leaned forward and spent around thirty seconds probing her cunt with his fingers as though he were giving her an examination.

"Isn't that ass a wonder of nature?" enthused Tom as my wife continued sucking his cock. "When I was fucking her from behind I couldn't stop looking at that little rosebud of hers. Isn't it cute? I wonder if she'd let us fuck her in the ass."

Nancy moaned. It was as though she wanted to answer Tom's question without taking his cock out of her mouth. Jason, meanwhile, had stuck two fingers in Nancy's cunt and was moving them in and out.  

"What's that, darlin'?" asked Tom. "Did you try to say something?"

She removed his cock from her mouth and, slightly out of breath, said, "I was going to say that I've never had it in the ass before. I'm not sure I'd like it." Then she lowered her mouth over his cock again and resumed fellating him. Despite her best effort, his cock was still only half hard. Well, that was understandable. He'd cum like a fire-hose less than thirty minutes ago. 

"Would you be willing to try?" asked Tom. "With a condom, of course. We believe in safe sex, don't we Jason?"

"Have you got a condom?" asked Jason.

Nancy stopped sucking Tom's cock again and turned to Jason. "Get my sweater over there, would you?" Jason removed his very wet fingers from her cunt, climbed off the bed, and fetched her sweater-coat. He handed it to her and she quickly removed two more condoms and the tube of gel from the pocket. She gave a condom to Jason and said to Tom, "I suppose you'll need another one, too."

"Damn, Nancy!" said Tom. "You were really ready for it tonight, weren't you? How many fucking condoms do you carry around with you?"

"Those are my last ones, so please use them right," she answered, tossing her sweater-coat on the floor. 

Then she climbed off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. She turned, just barely in my viewing range, and addressed a question to the two guys: "I haven't had an enema or anything like that. What if I'm not clean down there?"

"That's what showers or even wash basins are for, darling'," said Tom. "Don't worry about it." Tom, who was finishing off the last cocktail he'd brought, was beginning to slur his words.

Jason, standing next to the bed, opened his condom packet and clumsily pulled the condom over his erection. "I haven't used one of these things since college," he said. "It feels pretty strange, but I guess it's necessary."

Nancy was doing something in the bathroom. She'd left the door open because I could hear her quite well. "It definitely is necessary," she said. "And so is the gel. I'm an anal virgin and I'm not going to put up with much pain. But the time has come for me to dispose of my anal virginity, I guess. You guys may as well do the job. My husband certainly won't."

I couldn't believe how extreme Nancy's "spontaneous" night of sex had become. I'd fucked her in the ass before (so she was lying about being an anal virgin), but she made it pretty clear that she didn't like it. Now here she was about to give up her ass to two strange guys. I wondered how this adventure of hers was going to change our future sex games. Would there be further escalation of them or was this a one-time-only adventure?

"I've already got my condom on," said Jason. "Maybe I can go first and see how she likes it. I'm sure she'd rather have a normal cock up there than that horse's dick of yours." Jason's relationship with Tom appeared to be complicated. Tom was the leader and he the follower, but Jason seemed to like getting in little digs against him.

"Sure. Go ahead and do it," said Tom. "I'm still not quite up to it, as you can see. But it would be fun to watch you do her." He lay back on the bed, flopping his semi-erect cock from side to side. 

I wondered if Nancy was getting used to being talked about while she was present. Tom and Jason were doing it a lot.

Then, briefly, all I could see was skin. For Nancy had come out of the bathroom and was suddenly standing only about a foot directly in front of the closet door. As she stepped toward the bed, however, I could see how both men (Tom lying on the bed and Jason standing next to it) had their eyes fixed on her wonderful stark-naked body. For a while, at least, neither said anything. Both of them had to know, at some level, how lucky they were to have a woman as beautiful as my wife available to them for almost anything.

Nancy walked over to Jason and kissed him. Then she knelt on the floor in front of him and, pressing his condomed cock up against his belly with one hand, ducked her head below it and began licking and sucking his balls. On the bed, Tom leaned forward on his elbow to get a better look at what she was doing to his friend.

"Damn! How come you didn't do that to me, girl?" complained Tom.

Temporarily ignoring Tom, who now was clearly drunk, she stood up, climbed back on the bed, and lay down on her back with her body at a slight angle so, if the bed were the face of a clock, her feet were at five o'clock and her head was at eleven o'clock. Tom, who'd been sprawling, compressed his body to make room for her. 

She looked up at Jason and said simply: "Please fuck me. For now, I want you to put it in my vagina. But use some of this gel on your cock first." She held up the tube of gel and Jason took it from her.

I hadn't noticed before, but when Nancy went into the bathroom she must have been doing something with the gel in there. My guess was that she'd put some up her ass. I guess none of us had noticed that she had the tube in her hand when she came back into the room and was licking Jason's balls. Anyway, Jason quickly smeared lube all over his cock and climbed on the bed.

My wife opened her legs and raised her knees to receive him. Through his legs, I watched Jason hold his gel-slicked, condomed cock in his left hand and guide it down to her cunt. He paused for just an instant at the opening of her cunt before sliding it all the way into her. As he did this, Nancy made a little gasping sound and said, "Oh, that feels good. I really like the feel of it just as it's going in."

Taking a hint from her, Jason pulled his cock back out and, reaching down with his left hand, grabbed his cock and ran the crown of it slowly up and down along Nancy's cunt lips. "Oh God, yes! Just like that! I love feeling a cock there!"

Unfortunately, Jason's body prevented me from seeing exactly what he was doing with his cock to Nancy's cunt lips, but I knew how much she liked it when I took the time to diddle her like this before fucking her. Of course, it felt better to me when I did it because I had the privilege of not having to wear a condom.

But Jason soon tired of using his cock like a dildo and, holding himself above her on powerful arms, drove it into her. This time, I had an excellent view. She said "Ah," as though he were giving her relief. But when he started going in and out of her more and more rapidly she began moaning and stage-whispering, "Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes!"

Tom, now leaning on one elbow right next to Nancy, began to cheer on his friend. "That's right, buddy! Fuck her really hard like that. She really loves it, even if it is missionary position!"

Then he asked Nancy, "How do you like it, darlin'? How do you like being fucked missionary-style by a real man?" Unwilling to remain only an observer, he reached out and caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples as she lay there being fucked.

"Real man?" Tom's verbal abuse of Nancy's husband, even though this was of an imaginary person and not me, was beginning to annoy me. Unlike the inhibited, sexually unimaginative man Nancy was portraying, I fuck my beautiful wife very well and in all positions known to our species.

But, despite the insult of her imaginary husband, Nancy answered him: "Oh God, yes, I love it. Jason, you're doing it just right!" Then she went back to her moaning and more Oh yeses. I think I watched Jason drive his cock in and out of my wife, his hairy balls slapping against her ass, for almost five minutes. But, just as she seemed on the edge of another orgasm, he pulled his cock out of her and straightened up on his knees.

"Let me put it in your ass now," he said in a voice so low I could hardly hear it. "I'd really like to fuck you back there."

"You heard the man, darlin'," said Tom, still lazily playing with her breasts.  

Keeping her body at the same just-off-center angle on the bed, Nancy immediately rolled over on her belly. Then she raised herself up on her knees and blatantly offered Jason her gorgeous ass. 

For some reason, Jason, kneeling at the foot of the bed, hesitated briefly. Nancy, leaning forward on her elbows with her hands flat against the bottom sheet, looked back over her shoulder at him as though wondering what the delay was. Then she said, "OK, please do it now. I want you to do it."

So he scooted up closer behind her. But instead of using his cock, he slowly inserted a finger into either her ass or her cunt. I couldn't tell from my angle. Tom leapt off the bed and stood at the foot of the bed to watch what his friend was doing to her. "Oh, yeh! That's a real tight asshole, all right!" he said drunkenly. "Look how it grips your finger. Just think what your cock is going to feel like in there."

Nancy began pushing her ass back against Jason's finger, at the same time making a barely audible squealing sound. But as he kept fingering her asshole, her squealing sound got louder. What the fuck? She'd never liked it much when I did this to her, but now here she was clearly enjoying having this guy she hardly knew doing it to her. In a very low voice, she said, "Oh, yes. Oh, yes." Jason kept it up for more than a minute.

He eventually removed his finger from my wife's ass then and, standing up, quickly applied more lubrication to his condomed cock. This took only about ten seconds to do, but as he stood up I got a great though momentary rear view of my wife's ass and cunt. Both of her entrances were dark pink and glistened with her natural juices and lubrication. 

Tom, standing next to his friend as Jason applied the lubrication, said, "You look gorgeous, darlin'. That ass of yours is the best I've ever seen. And it's so little! I can't wait to get in there myself." As he said this, he was stroking his cock, which now appeared to be back to its full size and hardness.




Nancy's Wild Saturday Ch. 02



Jason climbed back up behind her then and, with his right hand on her lower back, guided his cock into Nancy's asshole with his left hand. I couldn't actually see it going in, but I could tell from the angle that he wasn't putting it in her cunt. 

Looking past his body, I noticed that Nancy's upper body now lay flat against the bed. Her head was rolled to the left side and I could see that she had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily through her mouth. 

Then, after making a small gasping sound, she became oddly conversational. "Oh, Jason, stop a second Please don't put it all the way in. Just the head of it at first. Can you hold it still for a minute? I need to relax some more."

Jason's well muscled buttocks relaxed and he backed off slightly from her. Then, after maybe ten seconds, his buttocks flexed and he penetrated her a little further. She whined a little and Jason asked, "Does that hurt?" Good. At least he was trying to be considerate.

She hesitated, then answered, "Uh, not exactly. I'm trying to get used to it."

Tom had moved around to the left side of the bed and was now squatting naked near Nancy's head while still stroking his oversized cock. Then he said, "She said it don't hurt. Give it to her hard now!"

But Jason didn't, at least not right away. Instead he pulled his butt back then pushed it slowly forward. Then slowly back and forward again. And he kept up this slow, rather shallow thrusting for maybe thirty seconds. Nancy raised her head up and looked back at him. "That's feeling good, Jason, but please, don't go any faster yet. I'm afraid it'll hurt. It's so tight now." Then she dropped her head back down on the sheet.

Jason soon lost patience with holding back, though, and began thrusting his cock all the way up my wife's asshole. As he did this, Nancy became silent. Looking past Jason's body, I could see that her eyes were closed and her jaw seemed clenched. Was she in shock? Did she like being fucked this hard in the ass? Was she just stoically enduring it? I really couldn't tell. He kept up the slow fucking rhythm for almost a minute. 

Then he began thrusting into her more and more rapidly and shortly afterwards exclaimed, "Oh fuck, this feels so good! I'm going to have to cum in your ass!"

Gripping her waist from behind with both hands, he repeatedly drove his cock into her asshole for another thirty seconds or so. Nancy, no doubt feeling his excitement, suddenly became responsive. "Oh, God, Jason! Yes, fuck me! Keep fucking me in the ass! I'm going to cum too!"

Tom, who'd been squatting near her head, chose this moment to scoot closer to Nancy's face and place the swollen crown of his cock against her lips. At first, as she had her eyes closed, she didn't seem to know it was there. Then, as I stood furiously pumping my cock in the closet, I saw her eyes open and her tongue dart out to lick the crown of that huge erection. Tom inched forward again and the end of his cock disappeared into her mouth. 

That did it for me. Watching this short muscular man fucking my wife in the ass as another guy (who'd recently fucked her until she had a huge screaming orgasm) insinuated his cock into her mouth, I shot another big load of semen into the hand towel. I couldn't take my eyes of the obscene spectacle just a few feet in front of me. My wife! How could I let strange guys do all these things to my wife? Shame and extreme pleasure commingled in my mind as I finished masturbating.

"That's right, honey. Suck it like that," said Tom.

Then Jason had an orgasm. Groaning loudly, he stopped making rapid thrusts into Nancy's ass and made two or three slower thrusts into her as he shot his cum into the condom I hoped he was still wearing. As he came, Nancy rolled her face down to the sheet, a move that ejected the head of Tom's cock. Breathlessly and not very loudly, she exclaimed, "Oh, Jason, I'm cumming again, too!"

And then she made a little whimpering sound that lasted about ten seconds, not a sound she usually made while having an orgasm. But I could see that her body was quivering. Perhaps it was a different kind of orgasm.

Jason, who'd slowed his thrusting to a stop after he came, began slowly going in and out of my wife's asshole again.

Nancy raised her head and looked back at her muscular friend. "Oh, Jason. That was marvelous. But it's starting to hurt. It felt really good for a while, but now it hurts. Would you please take it out now?"

"Yeh, Jason. Take your dick out now so I can have a turn," said Tom as he stood up and walked to the foot of the bed.

Jason slowly pulled his cock out of her asshole, backed off the bed, and stood next to Tom. Both men, their backs to me, watched Nancy roll over on her back with her legs wide open. Looking between them, I could see her well fucked cunt and asshole. Was she inviting them to fuck her some more? Whatever her intentions at the moment -- I suspected, after the ass-fucking she'd just received, that she wasn't thinking too clearly -- she apparently decided the orgy was over and started to climb off the bed.

Jason then walked into the bathroom, fumbling with his condom as he went. 

Tom, though, did something that really got my back up. He grabbed Nancy just as she got to her feet near the foot of the bed and not very gently pushed her back on to the bed. "I said it was my turn and I meant it," he said. "Jason got your cherry. Now I want some of that schoolteacher ass."

Nancy, leaning backwards on her elbows, glared up at him. "I'm not doing any more of that," she announced. "I started feeling pain when Jason fucked me back there and I'm not about to take an even bigger one up there. So fuck off."

"You promised, you bitch, and you're going to be good for it," said Tom. He reached down, grabbed her legs, and pulled her in a single jerk to the end of the bed. He then pulled her legs up in the air so high that her ass was actually lifted off the bed. He obviously intended to ass-fuck her while she lay on her back.

"No!" shouted Nancy. "I said no!"

That's when I decided I had risk the humiliation of being detected as a voyeur. Tom was pretty strong, but I knew I could kick his ass, especially if I took him by surprise. I started to open the closet door, in fact opened it about eight inches, when a short, stocky naked body raced past me and, with a loud smack, slammed into Tom's tall, lean naked body from behind. The force of the collision caused Tom to fall flat on his face on the bed. Nancy's right leg was trapped, briefly, under his body. It was freed only when Jason, lying on Tom's back, yanked Tom's body all the way off the bed and on to the floor on the left side of the bed.

I closed the closet door again and watched the two naked men wrestle on the floor for about ten seconds, Tom cursing loudly and Jason keeping silent. Jason soon had Tom pinned on his back and totally under his control. 

Looking down at Tom, Jason spoke. His voice was surprisingly calm. "There's not going to be any rape here. I'm not going to let it happen, Tom. We're not going to jail because you're so horny."

Tom cursed some more, but not as vehemently. He had to know that he was no physical match for his friend – if he was still a friend.

Nancy, meanwhile, had retrieved her clothes and began putting them back on. She didn't bother with her panties, but soon she was back into her jeans and white blouse. "Jason," she said, "please get him out of here. I don't want the cops involved in this, so you both need to get going right now. With all this ruckus, someone might've already called them."

Jason climbed off of Tom and, in maybe two minutes, was fully dressed. Tom staggered to his feet, drunk and dazed by his friend's attack, and stumbled around naked for almost a full minute. Jason actually had to help him find his shirts, his jeans, his briefs, socks and shoes. But Tom had made up his mind, apparently, to leave without making a further scene.

Nancy's mention of the cops must have decided him.

In less than five minutes they were both gone. I stepped out of the closet as soon as they were out the door and embraced Nancy. I held her in my arms and felt her shivering, obviously still frightened by the threatened rape and the violence that had prevented it.

I heard Jason's car start up and pull out of the motel parking area.

"I saw you open the door," Nancy whispered. "I saw you open the door." Then she began weeping.

"I wasn't going to let him hurt you," I whispered back to her. "If Jason hadn't beat me to it, I would've done exactly as he did."

"Thank you, darling," she said. 

"Thanks for not quite saving you?" I asked.

"Thanks for being willing to save me."

We just held each other for a few more seconds. Then Nancy added, "And thanks for letting me go too far. I really didn't know what would happen. I knew I'd enjoy the being picked up and the sex, but I didn't know it would be this good. Even the anal sex. When we get home, I want you to do it to me, OK?"

"It really didn't hurt?"

"Only a little bit at first. Jason was trying to be gentle. But Tom's cock would've really hurt. I'm glad you're not as big as he is." She laughed nervously. "I know he's a complete asshole, at least when he's drunk, but his big cock felt great in my vagina. Having it up my ass would've been real torture, though."

We talked a little more about what had just happened. Then, even though it was really late, we decided to check out of the motel and find somewhere else to sleep. We didn't want to chance having either or both of her fuckers come back for more later.

So we spent the night at the Circus-Circus Hotel and took off for Berkeley early Sunday morning. On the way back, Nancy tried repeatedly to make sense of the sexual creature she felt she was becoming. She wasn't very coherent on the subject. She kept reassuring me about her love for me, as though I needed reassurance. But, darling horny girl, she admitted that she'd probably not had her last uninhibited session with a man or men. 

To which I said to myself, "Calvin, you're one lucky guy!"