10 comments/ 122069 views/ 22 favorites Tammy and the Gold Anklet Ch. 01 By: jackfntammyf (Hello again everyone! I've taken a little bit of a "sabbatical" from writing because I've been living some very interesting real life adventures. I'm going to start writing about one now (very slightly embellished), but I will continue the Tammy's Public Display Adventure series at a later time. And I'm still going to write the Tammy's Torture Weekend series – so if you have any ideas on either of those just keep them coming!) In the months after my "affair" with Derek ended, Jack and I relived both the adventure itself, and extended it in our shared fantasies with the imagined "gang bang" and "torture weekend" adventures. And after I would see Derek at United Way meetings, Jack and I would enjoy some very intense sex as I would spend much of the meeting remembering the many hot encounters I had with my black lover, especially his affection for sodomizing me. And, needless to say, my contributions to Lit – and reader comments on our stories – kept the bedroom fires burning bright and hot. It wasn't too long before Jack began suggesting that I take another lover. One evening we were out for a romantic dinner alone, and we had a very handsome, young black waiter. I indulged Jack's request that I unbutton my blouse one more button to tease the poor man, but it was more to arouse my husband than to invite the attentions of the waiter. Occasionally Jack would join me at the health club, and whisper suggestions that I should invite one of the other men into the sauna for a quick blow job. Or at dinner parties he'd pull me aside and suggest that I seduce one of the men in attendance, offering myself for a quickie in the bathroom. With my husband's travel schedule, there were many nights that I would find myself alone, and "left to my own devices" as it were. I would frequently lock the bedroom door and bring out some of our toys – the vibrators, the nipple clamps, the leather collar – and indulge my libido. As I masturbated, I would remember my "dates" with Derek – showering and shaving my pussy and legs, having Jack help me select the lingerie I'd wear underneath my clothes, and then the illicit, electric thrill of going to Derek's home – or for a drive in his car – knowing that he would make me submit to him, then return home to a husband who would want to hear every naughty detail as he licked or fucked me. Or I would remember the times that Jack and Derek would take me at the same time – the intense, incredible feeling of having one cock in my pussy, another in my ass, while I was kissed, caressed and fucked by two very horny, passionate men. Despite my masturbation fantasies, I didn't really feel compelled to find another lover – life was simply too busy without trying to figure out a way to find, attract and seduce another man. When Jack and I were having sex and he'd want to dream up a fantasy of me with another man, I'd happily go along with the fantasy. In reality, though, I told him that while I wasn't averse to the idea of taking another lover, I didn't see it as a real high priority. My hubby, however, was not so easily deterred. One Friday when he was returning from a business trip, he called me from the airport before he boarded his flight home and asked me to get a babysitter for our son because he had a little "surprise" for me, and he wanted to take me out to dinner. He also specified that I was to wear stockings, a garter belt and a thong under my skirt, and a sexy bra. I told him that it would be my pleasure to accommodate his requests, and I spent the rest of the day simmering in anticipation of his "surprise." I showered, and shaved my legs and pussy, as my own little surprise for him. After Jack got home and changed into a suit and tie, we got in his car and started driving to one of the nicer steakhouses in town. I teased him by telling him how I had prepared myself, and how much I enjoyed the feeling of wearing lingerie under my clothes. As we parked outside the restaurant, he leaned over and gave me a deep, passionate kiss, fondling my breasts as he did so. "Before we go into the restaurant, Tam, I need to give you your little 'gift,'" he said with a sly smile as his hand reached into the pocket of his suit jacket. He pulled out what appeared to be a gold chain, and handed it to me. "It's beautiful, Jack...is it a bracelet?" I asked as I held the jewelry up in the light of the parking lot. "Close, Tammy. It's an anklet. For your right ankle." I was somewhat confused. "Can't anklets go on either leg, Jack?" "They can," he said as he kissed me again. "But wearing it on your right ankle is a signal that you're a married woman who fucks other men with your husband's approval. Wearing it on your left ankle means you're fooling around behind your husband's back." "Oh, I see," I said with a smile, thinking this was perhaps just some little game Jack had dreamt up on his own. "And there's one more little rule too," Jack whispered as he kissed my neck and slowly ran a hand along my thigh. "If you wear it underneath your nylons, it means your lovers have to wear condoms. If you wear it on top of your nylons, it means you'll take them bareback." I smiled, and moved my hand to my husband's crotch, feeling his erection through his clothes. "And of course," I whispered "you would want me to take them bareback, wouldn't you?" He grinned. "Of course," he whispered. "Tammy," he continued "I want you to put on the anklet now, and I want you to wear it all the time from now on. When I'm on the road it'll be a real turn on for me, knowing that you're 'advertising' yourself as a hotwife." Hiking up my skirt so that Jack could see the tops of my stockings, I lifted my right leg and slowly fastened the anklet around my right ankle, then smoothed my skirt. "That's the way you want it, right Jack?" I said teasingly, squeezing his hand. "You want other men to know that you want them to fuck your loving wife bareback?" My husband gave me a deep kiss, and whispered "Exactly." Throughout dinner, we both squirmed with intense arousal at the little game we had started in the parking lot. When dessert was served, I asked Jack to come sit on my side of the booth, so he could feel me up under my skirt, and I could whisper sweet, slutty little nothings in his ear. My mind raced with ideas for what I anticipated would be a very "hot talk" session in bed. We rushed home from the restaurant, paid the babysitter and jumped into bed, looking forward to sex with an energy and intensity we hadn't really had since the affair with Derek ended. As Jack entered me, I started slowly brushing my thumbs across his nipples, and looked into his eyes. "Would you like my next lover to be another black man, Jack?" I asked as I ran my fingernails down his spine. "Another black man you could watch fuck your pretty white wife's pussy?" Jack groaned in appreciation of my imagination and added, "And my pretty white wife's ass, too." "Or maybe next time," I whispered, "I should try another white cock – would you prefer that I seduce another white man?" I asked. "Mmmmmm," Jack replied, kissing my neck and squeezing one of my breasts. "Why not one of each, Tammy?" He pinched one of my nipples just hard enough to make me gasp. "Or two of each?" he added with a sexy growl. "You are such a kinky husband, darling," I whispered. "You want your wife to have four lovers, Jack? Four lovers, all taking me bareback?" My husband pushed deep into my pussy. "I think that sounds like a good start," he added. "So tell me, Jack," I whispered teasingly after some very passionate kissing. "Why is it so important that my lovers fuck me bareback, hmmm?" I briefly licked one of his nipples, then kissed him deeply. "Is it because you want to feel another man's warm, sticky come in my pussy when you fuck me?" I said, as I then sucked his other nipple into my mouth, squeezing it between my teeth. "Or maybe it's the taste, Jack?" I asked, looking into his eyes. "Did you like it when you could taste another man's come in your wife's pussy?" He looked down at me with lustful eyes. "Who says it has to be one or the other?" he asked, as he pulled out of my pussy and slid down my belly, licking me furiously to an orgasm before pushing his cock back into me and driving to his own pleasure. After he came, he smiled and caressed one of my breasts. "That's quite a magic anklet, I think," he said with a grin. I kissed him and said "It certainly is," I added breathlessly. "So will you wear it all the time for me, Tammy?" Jack asked. "If it turns you on, Jack, I'll be happy to wear your anklet." With a kiss, we both got out of bed and started changing into our pajamas. I stripped off my lingerie – having to take off the anklet in the process -- and put on my nightgown, and while I was brushing my teeth, Jack walked up behind me and started stroking my ass. "Aren't you forgetting something, Tammy?" he whispered. "I...I don't think so," I replied, confused. "The anklet. I want you wearing it all the time." I smiled at his fantasy, and dutifully returned to my dresser, picked up the anklet and secured it around my right ankle. A few days later, when I had to go to a presentation at a client's office, Jack insisted that I wear stockings instead of pantyhose, and he watched as I returned the anklet to my right leg – on top of the stockings, of course. Nothing happened at the meeting, but it certainly had an impact on my husband. He said the knowledge that I was out in public, without him, wearing the anklet turned him on enormously, and that night we had another very vigorous, very naughty-talk sex session. During Jack's next business trip, I found wearing the anklet in public turned me on, as I thought about how aroused Jack would be. One day I even sent him a cell phone photo of the anklet on top of my pantyhose. When he got back from that trip, we again fucked like we had during my affair with Derek. A couple of weeks after that episode, my company asked me to attend a networking event, held at a local jazz club. Naturally, I had to dress up a bit for the event, and naturally, my husband asked me to wear stockings and a garter belt underneath my dress. And, naturally, the anklet on top of my stockings. A colleague joined me and we drove to the event, gossiping away about office politics and everything else one talks about. We got to the event, and absently listened as some local chamber of commerce type welcomed everyone to the event and expressed his hope that everyone would find the contacts made useful. My colleague wandered off, and I was standing at the bar, waiting in line to get another glass of wine, when I was approached by a tall, handsome man wearing what looked to be a custom-tailored suit. He smiled as he glanced at the nametag on my chest, seemingly taking the opportunity to let his gaze linger on my cleavage. "You're Tammy? Hi, my name is James. This must be your first time at one of these things, I think I would have remembered a woman like you." He extended his hand with a smile and I shook it. His eyes were like blue ice, and his salt-and-pepper hair made him very attractive. "Yes, this is my first time. Do you find them useful?" We were at the front of the line, and he insisted on paying for my drink. "I've been to a few of them, although in my line of work they're not much use, more of an excuse to get out of the office a little early." We walked away from the bar, and found a couple of empty chairs at a table. He held my chair for me as I sat down, and then joined me, pulling his chair closer so we could talk over the sound of the jazz band. "I'm an investment manager for a mutual fund," James noted. "Tell me what you do, Tammy...other than giving all of the other women here an inferiority complex." He smiled, his white teeth and blue eyes making chills of excitement run up and down my spine. "I...I work in a marketing consulting company here in town. Project management, surveys, focus groups...the whole nine yards." He glanced down at the floor – was he looking at my ankle? "And what do you do for fun?" he asked, as his eyes twinkled. "Oh, I like to travel and, um, exercise and...I really enjoy my family," I said finally, as I had the distinct impression that I was being hit on. We chatted for a few more minutes about the club and the weather, with James making a couple of other flattering comments about how attractive I was, until finally he checked his watch. "Tammy, I'm afraid I have to get to another engagement, but do you have a business card? I'd love to get together, as I'm sure we probably have quite a few interests in common." I reached for my purse, and fumbled through it, finally handing James a business card. "Thank you so much, Tammy," he said with a smile, his blue eyes seeming to look deep into me. "I'll be in touch with you soon." He shook my hand again, and disappeared into the crowd. I struggled to catch my breath, as my pounding heart signaled how aroused I had been by James' attentions. As I calmed down, I tried to tell myself that it had just been a normal networking conversation, and that the lingerie under my skirt – and the anklet on my leg – had been a turn-on for me, and the conversation with James had just happened to occur when I was already aroused. Down deep, I knew better though – and I decided to ask my colleague to grab a taxi home so I could get home to my loving husband. Our oldest kids were both out with friends and our youngest was asleep by the time I got home. I found Jack in his office working on a project, and I walked up behind him, rubbing his shoulders. "Jack," I whispered in his ear. "A man came up to me at the networking event tonight, and bought me a drink. I think he was hitting on me," I added with a sly tone. Jack immediately turned away from his computer and escorted me to the bed, where he made me tell him every detail as he undressed me and then started licking my already-wet pussy. I embellished a bit, and after I came, he climbed on top of me and started fucking me, all the while asking if I found the man attractive, and whether I'd be interested in taking him as my next lover. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Jack?" I whispered as he fucked me. "The idea that another man was fucking your wife?" He smiled and growled "You know I would, Tammy" in my ear, and started fucking me faster. "Would you want him to do everything Derek did to me, Jack?" I whispered, sensing that I was turning him on intensely. "Would you want him to tie me up and spank me?" I gasped, as I realized how turned on I was at the idea. "Would you...would you want me to wear the collar for him?" I whispered. "Would you want to watch him fuck your wife in the ass? Or would you want to fuck my pussy while he takes my ass?" He looked down at me, a look of lust in his eyes. "The first time I'll just watch...the second time we'll do you together," he whispered. I smiled, and thought I'd try some other ideas on my kinky hubby. "What if he wants you to videotape us fucking? Could you do that, Jack? Hold a camera while your wife got fucked by another man?" "I'd love to try," he said with a sexy grunt. I closed my eyes, and thought back to some of the encounters with Derek. "And it'd be OK with you if he wanted to fuck me right here, in our marital bed? Or maybe he'll bend me over the island in the kitchen, and fuck me where you drink your coffee every morning?" I gasped. I was getting intensely aroused at my own descriptions. "What if...what if he wants me to expose myself in public, Jack? Would you want me to...obey him?" I asked, the last words pushing me close to another orgasm. Jack fucked me even faster, and I could tell he was close. He put his lips next to my ear and whispered "I'd want you to submit to him....completely." The tone of Jack's whisper pushed me over the edge, and I started coming – and as my climaxing pussy squeezed Jack's cock, he started coming too. A moment later, he pulled out and lay on the bed next to me as we both caught our breath. "So," Jack said a moment later, "what's this guy's name that we have to thank for tonight?" "James," I replied. "I don't remember his last name." Jack stroked my breast. "Are you really interested in taking him as a lover, Tammy?" I looked into my husband's eyes. "He was attractive...and flattering without being smarmy about it," I added. "I don't know, Jack – maybe he wasn't hitting on me at all, maybe I was just turned on because of the lingerie and the anklet, and I would have interpreted almost anything as being flirtatious." "He asked for my business card, maybe he needs some marketing work done or something. We'll see if he contacts me," I said as I got out of bed and started taking off my lingerie. As it turned out, we didn't have to wait long. On Monday morning after taking the kids to school, I found I had an email from him. "Tammy, Very much enjoyed meeting you at the networking event on Friday. If your husband is agreeable, I would like you to meet me this Friday, say 6:00? Let me know if you can't make it – looking forward to it. James" He included a downtown address that was unfamiliar – I looked it up and saw that it was a bar downtown. When I shared the email with Jack, he was of course intensely excited, and immediately took me to bed, telling me all of the ways he wanted me to prepare myself for the Friday meeting with James. In between two orgasms, I agreed to buy new lingerie to wear underneath my clothes, and to return to the spa to have my pussy waxed – something I hadn't done since the affair with Derek ended. It felt like it took forever for Friday to arrive – and at least once a day Jack would take me, describing all sorts of things that he hoped James would want to do to me on Friday. I enjoyed the attention from my husband – what woman wouldn't? – but part of me thought that this would probably just end up as a business meeting. On Thursday afternoon I went for my waxing appointment, and on late Friday afternoon, Jack and I locked the bedroom door while I prepared for my "date" with James. I put on a fresh pair of stockings with lacy tops, an equally lacy new garter belt, thong and bra. Then I put on a dark skirt that flattered my figure, and a bright blue silk blouse that highlighted my breasts. I selected a business-like jacket for the ensemble, and then slipped on a pair of high heels. Finally, as Jack watched, I placed my right foot on a chair, and slowly affixed the anklet. "I think that's everything," I whispered to my husband as he took me in his arms and gave me a deep kiss. "No need to call if you're going to be late," Jack whispered in reply. "And the later the better," he added as he squeezed my ass through the skirt. I gave him a kiss, and nervously drove downtown. The bar had a parking lot in back, and I was able to find a parking spot fairly quickly. Checking my watch, I saw that I was a few minutes early. I brushed my hair before I left my SUV, then walked into the bar, discovering it felt more like a club than a Friday night watering hole. I looked around and, not seeing James, took a seat at a table near the bar. A waiter came by and I ordered a glass of wine. I felt my heart pounding, not knowing exactly why I was meeting James tonight. I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Tammy, I'm so pleased you decided to join me tonight," James said as he moved to sit down at the table across from me. "I hope I'm not taking you away from anything too important on a Friday night?" he said, his eyes sparkling. "No...no I'm happy to, um, meet you here," I added. The waiter brought my glass of wine, and asked if James wanted a drink. He declined, saying he wouldn't be staying long – a comment I found puzzling. As the waiter walked away, I saw James glancing down at the floor, as if checking my legs. When he looked at me, I saw a slight smile on his lips. Tammy and the Gold Anklet Ch. 01 "So...James, um...what did you, um, want to meet with me about tonight?" I asked nervously, shifting on my chair, feeling my thong rub between my ass cheeks. "Tammy," he said, leaning forward. "I will be quite direct. I find you to be a very attractive woman. And I am going to guess that you're wearing that anklet on your right leg for the same reason my wife wears an anklet on her right leg." I felt myself blushing – the sense from last week that James somehow knew my secrets was now confirmed. "If I'm wrong, forgive me and I promise I will not contact you again. If I'm right, and you're interested," he said with a smile, "I've booked a room at the hotel next door. I'll wait thirty minutes. Room 1247. I'd welcome an opportunity to get to know you better." "Much better," he added. With that, he stood up and walked out the door of the bar, leaving me with my head spinning. I took a gulp from my glass of wine as I tried to comprehend what had just happened. Thirty minutes. I've got thirty minutes to decide if I'm going to go up to an attractive stranger's hotel room and.... I shivered in anticipation of the unknown. James shared his wife – I found the idea very arousing. And he was so nonchalant – so confident in suggesting that I join him in his hotel room... I took another sip of wine, and briefly contemplated calling Jack to see what he thought of it. I took out my phone, and then put it away – I know he'd tell me to go to the hotel room. I drummed my fingers on the table, trying to decide what to do. I was so turned on – part of me wanted to just slip my hand under my skirt right there and stroke my pussy. Was I really ready to take James as a lover? Letting out a deep sigh, I came to my decision, finished the glass of wine and left the bar. Moments later, I took a deep breath, and raised my hand to knock on door 1247... To be continued.... Tammy and the Gold Anklet Ch. 02 I closed my eyes, and knocked quickly on the hotel room door, taking a step back as my heart raced with anxious excitement. After a few seconds – seconds that seemed like half an hour -- the door opened, and I saw James smiling, gesturing for me to join him in his suite. The late afternoon sun shone brightly through the suite's sheer curtains, and I looked around the room – this was apparently some sort of business suite, as the room we were in had no bed, only a rectangular conference table with six chairs around it, and a pair of sofas closer to the window. Another door, now partially closed, led into another room – the bedroom, perhaps? "I'm sorry if the room's a bit warm," James said graciously as he shut the door behind me. "I've got the air conditioning on but I'm afraid the western exposure means it will be a while before the room's cooled down." I stood nervously, eagerly anticipating something...but what? "Here, Tammy, allow me to take your jacket." James helped remove my jacket – the perfect gentlemen, I thought – and carefully hung it in a closet near the hallway door. He walked around the conference table to a bar against one wall. "White wine, is that right?" he asked casually. I gulped, looking at him, and then at the room around me. "Um, yes, that...that would be lovely," I said. I watched as he poured a glass of wine for me, and then tossed a handful of ice cubes into a lowball glass, topping it off with a small bottle of what appeared to be bourbon. He walked to the table, handed me the wine glass, then raised his glass in a toast. "Here's to getting to know each other better," he said with a smile as he clinked my glass with his, then gestured for me to sit down at the conference table. My heart pounded as I took a sip of the wine, somewhat surprised that James seemed to be treating my visit as some sort of business meeting. I sat at one end of the conference table, and smoothed my skirt over my thighs, acutely aware of the growing tension between my legs. James sat down in the middle of the long side of the table, looked at me, and took a sip of his drink. "So Tammy, was I correct about the anklet? That your husband likes to share you with other men?" Here we go... "Ummm, yes...yes," I stammered. "Jack – my husband – gets turned on by the idea of, um, me being with...ah...other men," I said, stumbling. I took a sip of my wine, trying to regain my composure. "But certainly you couldn't guess that solely by the anklet, could you?" I asked. "I mean, there are lots of women who just wear anklets because they like wearing anklets." James chuckled. "Certainly true, Tammy, certainly true." He took another sip of his whiskey, and set the glass on the table. "With most shared wives, though, the first thing I notice is how she carries herself, there's a certain poise or a certain confidence that other women don't have. It's tough to describe, but easy to notice, once you know what to look for. In fact, I noticed that poise about you from across the room at the jazz club last week, before I even saw the anklet – and when I saw the anklet last week, I thought my odds on guessing right were pretty good. When I saw it again tonight, I was almost certain." Could it be that obvious? I wondered. "So whose idea was it for you to be with other men, yours or your husband's?" James asked casually after a brief silence. I squirmed slightly in my chair, aroused by the combination of nonchalance and eroticism in James' questions. "It...it had been a fantasy of Jack's for years, going back to college, actually, although I didn't know it then, and, um, he would tell me his fantasies in bed...and then one day things just, ah..." "...just sort of happened?" James finished my sentence for me, smiling. "Yeah," I added, "they just sort of happened." "And tell me, Tammy," he said in a low voice, "how many lovers have you had since things just sort of happened?" "Just one," I answered honestly. James' eyes widened in surprise. "Just one?" He leaned forward slightly and smiled. "Why Tammy, that means you're practically a virgin." The last word hung in the air for a long moment, and I had to remind myself to take a breath. James picked up his glass and looked into it, lazily swirling the drink, making the ice cubes clink noisily against the sides of the glass. "So, tell me about him – your one lover," James said finally. "His name was Derek," I began slowly. "And how did you meet him?" James asked. I noticed that the room seemed noticeably darker than it had been when I entered, as the setting sun ceased to light the room as brightly. "I...we, um, we were both on the same United Way committee," I said quietly. "When he, ah, came to the first committee meeting, my husband was out of town and I, um, fantasized about Derek. A lot." I squirmed on the chair again, my confessions both igniting my memories and exciting my anticipation of this evening. "I...I told my husband about Derek and Jack, um, encouraged me to, ah, make myself available to him. His – Derek's – wife was back in California finishing up her doctorate," I added, "so I was, um, kind of Derek's 'girlfriend' until his wife moved here." "I see," James said evenly. "So tell me about Derek." I took a sip of my wine, and tried to maintain eye contact with James. "Derek's a few years younger than me, an executive at the bank. And he's black," I added. James smiled. "And do you think you'll ever go back?" he asked with a soft chuckle. "Well...I'm here tonight, aren't I?" I said both impulsively and flirtatiously. "Had that been part of your or your husband's fantasies, that you'd have a black lover?" James inquired. "That...didn't really ever enter into the fantasies, really," I replied. "Not until I met Derek, anyway. Jack just seemed to be really aroused by the idea of me being with another man, he never really said anything about his race." "And tell me, what did Derek like to do to you, Tammy?" James asked. My heart pounded. "He...um, Derek, ah, liked to, um, dominate me, to make me...submit to him. He liked to...to tie me up, and spank me. Hard." I nervously took another sip of my wine, finding my mouth suddenly incredibly dry. "And...and he'd make me risk exposing myself in public...have me take off my clothes in his car, or...or once he had me go into a convenience store wearing only a slip and lingerie, to buy condoms." I clasped my hands together in my lap, trying to control my arousal. "And...and he loved to sodomize me," I added quietly. James looked at me, a look of wry amusement on his face. "Do you enjoy anal sex, Tammy?" he asked finally. "I...yes, I do," I said. "I wouldn't let Jack, um, take me that way for years, but once I finally let him try it, I...I really liked it. And Derek loved it." James took another sip of his drink, and looked up to the ceiling, then looked at me. "In all of my years of getting to know shared wives, that always seems to be the best predictor of a woman's interest – if she's kinky enough to enjoy her husband's cock in her ass, she's probably kinky enough to enjoy another man's cock in her ass, too." A long silence hung over the room, which was getting progressively darker with the sun's disappearance. "Remove your blouse, Tammy," James said finally. I gulped, and straightened up in my chair, thinking perhaps this "interview" might be coming to an end, and my hunger for an orgasm might soon be relieved. Slowly, carefully, I unbuttoned each button on the front of my blouse, then pulled it off my body, and tossed it on the chair next to me. I sat looking at James, waiting for him to move to me, to touch me, to order me to my knees and unzip his trousers... Instead, he gazed admiringly at my body, his eyes lingering on the satin-and-lace bra I was wearing. "You have beautiful breasts, Tammy." "Th-...thank you," I said, somewhat confused as to why he wasn't moving out of his chair. "Your husband...Jack, is it? How did he react when you finally had sex with Derek?" I pressed my thighs together, the removal of my blouse having stoked my arousal still further. "He...he always seemed to, um, really enjoy it," I said. "I was initially afraid he'd become really jealous or he'd want to scrap the whole idea or something," I added, "but it always seemed to just be an incredible turn-on for him." "Did Derek wear a condom when he fucked you?" "No, I...I always let him take me bareback. But I've got an IUD, so the, um, birth control thing was taken care of." "Did Jack ever watch you and Derek?" James asked. "Yes...he'd...he'd watch, or we'd make it a three-way sometimes," I said. "The first time Derek took my ass, my husband was there, in my...in my pussy," I said. "And I loved being taken by the two of them at the same time." James twirled his drink again. "And when your husband wasn't there? What would happen then?" "I'd go to Derek's house, or sometimes he'd come over to my house, or we'd go for a drive in his car, and I'd...I'd tell Jack all the details later. Jack loved taking me after Derek had taken me." "Would Jack perform oral sex on you after Derek had taken you?" I shifted again on the chair. "Yes...he would," I stammered. "He...I had asked for Jack to, uh, go down on me, after the first time Derek had fucked me, and...after the first time I fellated Derek, I kissed Jack afterwards. It was an intense turn-on for me, that my husband was so aroused by what I'd done...that he'd be tasting Derek's come in me. It...it helped reassure me that he really, truly wanted me to..to be with another man." James considered my answer for a long moment. "Has Jack ever expressed an interest in being with other women?" "No, he...he hasn't ever said anything," I said after thinking about it for a moment. "It always seemed like the turn-on for him was me getting...taken. He calls it watching me being consumed by pure lust." "Pure lust, eh?" James said. "That can be pretty powerful stuff." The room seemed to darken further, and every inch of my skin seemed to tingle with hot anticipation. James leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. "What sorts of things do you fantasize about, Tammy? That you haven't already done with Derek and your husband?" I looked down at my lap for a moment, noticing that my erect nipples were clearly visible through my bra. I closed my eyes, and licked my lips, as I decided which fantasies I'd admit to. "I...my, um...I've always had a, uh, really intense fantasy...that I was blindfolded..." I looked up at James, his blue eyes seemingly lit from within, like beacons in the soft twilight enveloping the room. "And that I was being auctioned...and I was just wearing lingerie...and men were bidding to, um, to own me." I gulped again, and took another sip of wine. "And...I have another one...that I'm bound, helpless, and I'm being punished...spanked...in front of a group of men, and the men are all aroused by, um, by watching me be punished, and when the punishment is done, they all take me, one after the other..." I stopped, not sure whether I should continue with further details. James looked at me, and picked up his glass. "Remove your skirt, if you please, Tammy," he instructed. Grateful for the opportunity to move, I slowly stood, reached behind me and unclasped and unzipped my skirt. With a tug or two, it slid down my stockinged legs, and puddled at the floor by my feet. "Very nice ensemble, Tammy," James said, looking me up and down, as I stood there in my stockings, thong, garter belt and bra. "Did you wear that just for me?" "Yes, yes I did," I whispered, flattered by his comments. "Turn around, please," he commanded. I slowly turned my back to him, and stood there for what seemed to be an agonizingly long moment. "Mmmmm, you have an absolutely beautiful ass, Tammy," James said in a husky voice. "Taking a woman's ass is always wonderful, and I know that sodomizing you is going to be an especially exquisite pleasure." "Thank you," I managed to say, hoping that his comment might be the last step of foreplay – my pussy seemed to be throbbing in moist heat. "And your skin is so enticingly pale, Tammy," James added admiringly a moment later. "Such an inviting contrast to your stockings and garters." I sensed him continuing to gaze at my backside. "And I'll wager your flesh reddens beautifully when you're punished, Tammy," he said. I caught my breath as I heard him stand behind me. "Allow me to see for myself?" he said. I turned to look at him, seeing him removing the belt from his trousers. "Please, bend over the table, and stretch your arms out in front of you." As if hypnotized, I turned and faced the table, moving forward slightly so that my thighs pressed against the edge. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw James double his belt over in his hands, as I placed my hands on the table in front of me, and slowly lowered my torso to the smooth, cool table top. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I sensed James move to my left, and slightly behind me. He placed his left hand firmly on the small of my back, and a moment later I heard the "swish" of the belt, followed by a loud, painful SLAP across my ass. I jolted at the impact, and James' hand didn't move from my lower back. Another swish, and another SLAP, this time striking lower than the first blow, and James removed his hand from my back, and stepped away to admire his work. "Yes, just as I imagined, Tammy – lovely red welts on your lovely white skin." I stayed bent over the table, wondering if my posture – my pussy and ass both offered -- might encourage my companion to sate his own desires? After a moment, I opened my eyes, to see James putting his belt back on, and picking up his drink. "Thank you for allowing me that, Tammy – I can certainly understand why Derek enjoyed spanking you." He finished his drink, and gestured for me to return to my seat. I stood up from the table, and returned to the chair, the soft, cool leather of the seat feeling so soothing against my bare, welted bottom. "More wine?" he asked, as he approached the table with the opened bottle. "Yes, please," I managed to say, holding up my glass as he refilled it. He returned to the bar, and took the top off of the ice bucket. "Oh dear," he said, looking into the bucket, then at me. "We seem to be all out of ice. Tammy, would you mind running down to the ice machine and refilling the ice bucket? It's right next to the elevator." He slowly walked to me, and put the ice bucket on the table in front of me. "And no need to put your skirt and blouse back on – I'd like you to go get the ice just the way you are." I looked at James – his eyes sparkled, and the firmness of his voice aroused me intensely. I felt like I did when Derek wanted me to risk exposing myself – incredibly turned on. I took a sip of wine, then stood and took the ice bucket in hand, and walked to the hotel suite door, my heart pounding as James opened it for me, and I stepped out into the hallway, wearing nothing but high heels, stockings, garter belt, thong and bra. "I'll be waiting right here," James said, smiling, as he shut the door, leaving me standing in the hallway. I took a deep breath, then quickly looked up and down the empty corridor, finally remembering the direction to the bank of elevators. I quickly walked down the hall, imagining that every door I was about to pass was about to open, and I would confront a hotel guest, who would see me wearing nothing but my intimate apparel. Finally, I reached the room with the ice machine, and quickly stuck the ice bucket into the machine and pressed the button. Just as the ice cubes started tumbling noisily into the bucket, I heard noises from the elevator shaft, that the elevator was moving. Tiny bits of ice flew out of the ice bucket and hit my bare skin, and I heard the elevator stop a floor or two below me. Grabbing the bucket, I walked back out into the hallway, and quickly back to James' room, knocking urgently on the door. I stood there, almost panicked, as I saw the light by the elevator turn on, and started to hear the elevator doors open. James opened the door, and I rushed inside, breathless and aroused from my risky errand. He smiled as he took the ice bucket from me, and casually returned to the bar, filling his glass with ice and refilling it with bourbon. "Thank you for that, Tammy," he said, sitting down again, and gesturing for me to do the same. I sank into the chair, my frustration growing... "You found that arousing, Tammy?" he asked with a smile. I took a couple of breaths, trying to control my pounding heart. "Yes...yes I did, James," I whispered finally. "I thought so," he replied. "Perhaps next time I'll have you run down to the lobby to pick up a newspaper for me, dressed like that." I shuddered – he had to be joking, didn't he?. And yet the thought was so incredibly arousing... "James, can I ask how long you and your wife...how long you've shared your wife?" I asked, finally giving in to the curiosity I'd had since he'd mentioned that at the bar earlier in the evening. "Jennifer and I have been married twelve years, Tammy, and I've shared her for the last ten. She's out on a 'date' right now, in fact, with a couple of her favorite men," he replied, checking his watch. "In fact, they're probably wrapping up dinner right about now, and they'll probably go out for a little dancing before heading back to our house to...finish the evening," he said with a wink. He took a sip of his drink, and continued. "She's a few years younger than I am, and before we got engaged, I told her that if we were to get married, I'd expect her to be with other men, and I would be with other women. She eventually agreed in principle, before we got married, but it took a couple of years after we got married for her to be comfortable enough with the idea to try it." A broad grin crossed his face. "And I think if you asked her, she'd tell you that she enjoys it at least as much as I do at this point." He smiled at some particular memory, and then redirected his attention to me. "Have you ever been with another woman, Tammy?" he asked, resuming his questioning. "No...I haven't," I replied. "And Jack's the only man I had ever been with, before Derek." "Have you ever fantasized about being with another woman?" James continued. "I...I wouldn't say fantasized, really. I guess you could say I'm curious...it's something I'd be willing to try, I guess." Looking at James, I suspected that my willingness would be tested – and I shuddered in anticipation of another taboo to be broken. "How long have you been wearing the anklet, Tammy?" I rubbed my hands on my stockings, again trying to get on top of my arousal. "Just a few weeks – Jack bought it for me when he was on a business trip, and he told me about the shared wife symbol but...I thought he was just making that all up. I guess he wasn't, huh?" James nodded in agreement, then took a long drink of his bourbon, setting the glass on the table and standing. He retrieved his jacket from the back of his chair, and put it on. "Tammy, I want to thank you so much for spending a little time with me this evening, I greatly enjoyed it." I stood as well, enormously confused that the evening was apparently being brought to a platonic close. "I...um, I enjoyed it too, but, ah, don't you, um want to...uh, you know..." I stuttered, standing there in my lingerie, the combined effects of two-plus glasses of wine and hours of sexual arousal combining into an incredible, unsatiated horniness... Tammy and the Gold Anklet Ch. 02 "You mean, don't I want to fuck you, Tammy?" James said with a smile. "Of course I do. Jennifer and I play with a number of other couples who all participate in sharing their spouses. Before I – or anyone else in the group -- would be able to enjoy you, I need you and your husband to go visit one of the members of our little group, Dr. Fairchild, who will make sure you're both drug- and disease-free. Once your test results come back, assuming you're both clean, it will be my pleasure to help...initiate you." "And," he added with a wink, "I think you'll enjoy the exam at the clinic more than the usual doctor's appointment." James leaned down, and gave me a polite peck on the cheek, and then raised his hand to cup one of my breasts. "If you can't wait until you get home for an orgasm," he whispered in my ear, "you'll find a bag of vibrators and other little toys in the next room. You're welcome to enjoy them, and take them home with you – think of it as my 'goodie bag' for your time this evening." "Dr. Fairchild's office will be in touch," he said, as he gave my breast a final squeeze, turned and walked out of the hotel suite, leaving me standing there in my heels and lingerie, utterly consumed with my hunger for release... Two hours later, after several orgasms induced by my fingers and the toys James had left for me, I, too, left the hotel suite, to return home to a husband who would no doubt be as surprised – and aroused – by this evening's events as I had been. And still was... ...to be continued Tammy and the Gold Anklet Ch. 03 Hi everyone! A thousand pardons for taking so long to continue this story – it's been eighty percent finished for months! I'll make sure hubby gives me a good, hard spanking for being so tardy. ;-) Jack and I sat in the empty waiting room of Dr. Fairchild's clinic, as the reception staff left for the day, wishing us a good night as they departed. I noticed Jack drumming his fingers on the table – even though this appointment was solely for the purpose of furthering his fantasies of sharing me with other men, he was nevertheless fidgety at the specter of a doctor's exam. "Just relax, Jack," I whispered, taking his hand. "After all," I continued, with a nod to the gold anklet on my right ankle, "if you want men to take me bareback, better safe than sorry right?" He grinned and gave me a peck on the cheek. At that moment, a nurse appeared in the reception area and looked at me with a smile. "Tammy? Come with me." I winked at Jack and followed the nurse to an exam room. She looked at her folder, then looked to me. "I see you're a new patient – Dr. Fairchild is just finishing up another appointment, so if you can just take off your clothes and put on this gown, it shouldn't be too long." She smiled and left the room – I wondered if she knew the real purpose of the exam, or whether she just regarded it as a conventional new patient appointment. I quickly stripped off my clothes, removing the anklet from on top of my nylons and replacing it on my bare skin once I'd donned the exam gown. I looked around the exam room, recalling James' comment about how I'd probably enjoy the exam – would Dr. Fairchild be a handsome young doctor? I closed my eyes and imagined George Clooney in surgical scrubs... The door opened, and I startled as an attractive blonde woman entered, extending her hand. "Hello, Tammy, I'm Dr. Karina Fairchild. So nice to meet you after hearing so much about you," she added with a smile. "I...it's, um, nice to meet you," I said, stuttering, and realizing that what she'd heard about me must have come from the "interview" with James in the hotel room. Dr. Fairchild sat down on the chair and removed the stethoscope from around her neck. "Not expecting a woman doctor?" she said. "Um, no, I wasn't somehow, I...I don't know why," I replied. "It's OK, I think James has a thing for little surprises like that." She reached into a drawer and pulled out a length of rubber tubing and a syringe. "First thing will be to get some blood drawn to get to the lab...do you have a preference for which arm?" "No, ah, either is fine," I said as she gently took my right arm and tied the rubber tubing around the middle of my upper arm. She wiped my elbow with a sterile swab, and inserted the needle. A moment later, she pulled the needle out, untied the rubber, and labeled the vial. "OK," she continued as she went to the exam table and pulled out the metal stirrups, "next I'll need to do a pelvic exam. You can leave the gown on or take it completely off, whatever you're most comfortable with." She looked at me, a slight smile on her face, her blue eyes twinkling. She was rather attractive, perhaps five or seven years younger than I was. She was one of the members of James' group, I thought. Which means she's a shared wife too. I slid the gown off and placed it on one of the patient's chairs, then climbed onto the exam table and placed my feet in the stirrups, my thighs spreading wide in the process. Dr. Fairchild pulled on a pair of latex gloves, then stood in between my legs. She placed a hand on my right thigh, and slowly ran a finger down the inside of my left. "So you've only had one lover other than your husband?" she said, her voice softer, less clinical. "Um, yes," I replied. "James told you everything I guess?" She looked down at me and smiled. "Oh he didn't have to tell me – I watched the whole thing on tape." I startled, looking up at her. "It...it was on tape!?" Dr. Fairchild stroked my thigh, a bit higher this time. "Yes, Tammy but don't worry...we have to be a very discreet group, as you can imagine." Her gloved fingers slowly probed, and pulled apart my pussy lips. "Very nice," she said in a voice just above a whisper. "And not a single blemish," she added approvingly. "I just need to do a smear, and I'll have everything I need for the lab." One of her fingers slowly brushed across my clit, bringing a shudder from my body. "Your skin is so smooth – do you wax or shave?" she asked, stroking the bare skin. "Sometimes wax, sometimes shave...my husband..Jack..had me get waxed for the first time just before I, um, was with another man for the first time." Dr. Fairchild took the smear quickly and efficiently, and picked up a folder. "And you're on the pill?" she asked. "No, I..I've got an IUD though." "OK, that's right, I remember now," she said, writing something in the folder. "So, um, do the women who, um, who are in the group have to be on birth control?" I asked. "It's not a rule or anything," Dr. Fairchild said as she once again looked between my legs. "But the men don't wear condoms. There are two couples who get into the 'pregnancy risk' part of sharing so they don't use any form of birth control. And there is one couple where the husband has low sperm motility and they're using the group as a 'sperm bank with benefits' as they call it." She smiled casually. "Anything else I can tell you about?" "So, um, how long have you and your husband, ah, participated?" I asked, the feeling of lying nude on the exam table, my legs spread, continuing to arouse me. Dr. Fairchild pulled a chair up next to me and sat down. She smiled, seemingly so at ease discussing her sex life. "Well...David – he's my husband – and James were two of the 'founders' of the little group but David was sharing me before that...from our wedding night, in fact." "You're kidding me!" I gasped. "No, no, we got engaged when I was finishing up med school and one night after David had proposed we got pretty drunk after exams and he asked me the kinkiest thing I'd ever done with another man. I said that when I was an undergrad, I had once dated a guy whose roommate's girlfriend had dumped him right before their fall fraternity dance. I had jokingly agreed to be the "date" for both of them that night and after the dance, we went back to their apartment and my boyfriend wanted me to fuck my "other" date too. I thought that sounded pretty hot, so I did." Dr. Fairchild leaned back in her chair. "So anyway, I told that story to David and it got him incredibly turned on – and he said he wanted to share me with other men, starting on our wedding night. I wasn't keen on that idea, but he just was so relentless about it and I eventually gave in. "So after the reception we went up to the room, he carried me across the threshold, we opened a bottle of champagne and toasted our marriage. He then slipped a blindfold on me and we sat on the loveseat necking until there was a knock on the door. Two of his friends came in, undressed me and fucked me – to this day I'm not sure which friends of his they were. And I've been shared ever since," she said with a sexy smile. She raised her right leg up and pointed to the ankle, where a gold anklet sparkled. "See? I've even got the anklet to prove it!" I looked at her, realizing I was so aroused that my heart was pounding and my breathing was shallow. "Are there any other questions I can answer for you Tammy?" "Um, what happens next....if the tests are all good? Is there some sort of....ceremony or something?" Dr. Fairchild laughed reassuringly. "It's not that formal, Tammy. It really is somewhat designed around the couple involved – what they like, what their experience level is. And that gets mixed with ideas that some of the existing couples come up with, and I think from what I've heard so far planned for you and your husband, you'll both find it quite... memorable." The last word hung in the air. "Um, James had asked if I was interested in, um, being with another woman...will I have to...?" "Not for the initiation night, or ever for that matter," Dr. Fairchild answered. "There's a few of us wives who get together every month or so for a 'girls only' party – if you wanted to try it you could try it then, or I'm sure you could find another wife who would be interested in helping you explore it. Just let me know," she said with a wink. "Uh, ok, thanks," I said, feeling my pussy getting hotter and wetter. "Do you have any other advice?" I asked. "Well, I don't think it will surprise you that the other men will want to sodomize you on your initiation night, especially since you've said you enjoy it, so you might want to give yourself an enema a couple of hours before you start." I recalled the enema that Jack had given me before Derek sodomized me for the first time, and thought that would be a good idea in this case as well. "I'm sure your tests will be good and James will be in touch with the timing and details for your introduction to the group," Dr. Fairchild said as she stood. She held out a hand, and I took it as I turned off the exam table. She held my hand as she looked into my eyes. "I'm really looking forward to having you be part of our group, Tammy." She gave me a brief kiss on the cheek, and turned away, retrieving her stethoscope from the desk. I picked up my panties from the chair, my hands shaking from my arousal. "Say Tammy," Dr. Fairchild asked, "have you ever given your husband a prostate massage?" I pulled on my bra. "No...no I haven't, I'm not even sure I know what it is." Dr. Fairchild smiled. "Tell you what, you stay here like that, I'll go get your husband from the waiting room and after I do his exam I'll show you how it's done. I'm sure you'll both love it." She left the exam room, leaving me in my bra, panties...and gold anklet. ...to be continued Tammy and the Gold Anklet Ch. 04 I stood just inside the lobby of the hotel where I had met James weeks before. As instructed, I stood just to the left of the revolving door, towards the concierge's desk. Nervously, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other -- the motion making me keenly aware of my skirt brushing against the bare skin of my ass. I looked at my watch -- James's note said he would meet me here on Friday night at 6:30, and it was only 6:20. The note had arrived in a package earlier that week, along with a pair of incredibly luxurious grey silk stockings, a black garter belt and a lacy black silk bra and thong -- all now worn under my outwardly conservative black skirt, red silk blouse and black jacket. I gazed down at my right ankle, the gold anklet glistening atop my stockings, wondering what, exactly, the evening would hold for me. Again, I checked my watch, 6:22, and glanced briefly at the wedding and engagement rings on my left hand. Jack was supposed to have been home from a business trip this morning, but his flight was delayed, meaning I had had to prepare myself alone -- showering and shaving my legs and pussy, and -- as Dr. Fairchild had suggested -- giving myself an enema, in anticipation of being sodomized tonight. I closed my eyes, wondering if my initiation would perhaps be James in a hotel room upstairs? But Dr. Fairchild had specifically mentioned "men" -- perhaps James and another man? Or perhaps she hadn't intended to imply multiple men. My pussy -- having spent most of the day in moist tension -- squeezed in anticipation of the unknown. During my "affair" with Derek, I had always had some idea of what was going to happen, and of course I had known it was going to be happening with Derek -- or Derek and Jack. But as I stood here, watching the rush hour traffic move slowly past the hotel, I realized I had no idea what I would be doing tonight, or with whom. My husband's unexpected absence this afternoon was at once a disappointment, and a turn on, as I was freer to imagine what naughty things might be done to me. My phone buzzed, and I checked the text message from hubby: "Just landed, will see you soon. Enjoy the start to your evening." I smiled, and was about to type a reply, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see James, smiling at me. "Tammy, you look lovely as always," he said, giving me a gentlemanly peck on the cheek. "Th—thank you," I stammered, as I realized that my evening's adventure was about to begin. "I heard that Jack's flight was delayed?" James said with a wink. "Not to worry, I've told him where and when he will be able to meet up with you. I think we will be able to fill the time until his arrival," James added with a confident smile as he took my hand in his. My heart raced, as my mind ran through all of the scenarios I had imagined for tonight -- scenarios that had been enhanced during masturbation sessions the past few nights behind a locked bedroom door, with vibrators, nipple clamps and my leather collar all employed. "Are you ready, Tammy?" James asked quietly, his ice blue eyes soft yet dominant, sparkling and incredibly sexy. I gulped nervously, knowing that I would have to be "ready" for anything or everything. "Yes, James," I answered softly. "I'm ready." James' smile grew wider, and he squeezed my hand. I was expecting him to lead me across the lobby, to the elevators, to take me up to a room, and was surprised when he instead guided me through the revolving door, into the cool evening. He took my hand again, and we walked to a shiny, black Town Car parked in one of the ten minute parking spots just outside the hotel's circular drive. James opened the back passenger side door, and gestured for me to get inside. After I was inside, he shut the door, walked around to the driver's door, got in, and started the engine. As we pulled into traffic, I noticed that the windows of the vehicle were heavily tinted. "Tammy, if you will look inside the seat pocket in front of you, you'll find a black leather blindfold. If you would please put it over your eyes?" he said matter of factly as he slowly navigated between cars. I leaned forward, feeling my skirt against my ass, and found the blindfold, in between two chilled bottles of water. I put the blindfold over my eyes, and felt myself instantly become more aroused. I leaned back in the leather seat, desperately wishing I could slip my hand under my skirt to stroke my aching pussy. After a moment, James spoke again, his voice firm, and just barely audible over the sound of rush hour traffic. "Tammy, to begin this evening, we have a number of men waiting throughout downtown. One by one, each will join you in the back seat, and you will suck him off. After each man comes in your mouth -- and you will of course swallow -- we will drop him off, and go to pick up the next one. There are bottles of water in the seat pocket if you need a drink in between blowjobs." I listened behind the blindfold, my heart racing. James continued. "You will wear the blindfold until I tell you to take it off. Some of the men may join us later in the evening for the rest of your initiation, or not. This means that, after tonight, you will never again be sure of how many different men you have had sex with, nor will you know any of the specific men who will enjoy you tonight." A nearby car honked, making me jump. "So over the next few weeks and months, you will look at every man you meet, and wonder. Is the man standing in line behind you at the grocery store one of the men whose come you will swallow in the next hour? Or perhaps the shoe salesman at Nordstrom, kneeling before you, is a man you've knelt in front of, taking his cock in your mouth and pleasuring it?" The car was silent for a long moment, as I tried to absorb what James was saying, and finding myself more and more turned on. Finally, James spoke again. "I will tell you, Tammy, that at least one of the men you will pleasure tonight is a social acquaintance of you and Jack -- and that he is very, very much looking forward to helping with your initiation." My mouth was suddenly dry, wondering who it might be. I was about to reach for a bottle of water when I felt the car stop, and heard the back door opposite me open. I heard, and felt, someone sit down behind James' seat, and knew that the water would have to wait. The car door slammed shut, and the vehicle started moving again. I felt a large hand on my left thigh. "Good evening, Tammy," a deep, sexy voice said jovially. "I understand you've already had a little experience with a black man, so James thought perhaps you'd be most comfortable starting with your second black cock." I gulped, as his hand squeezed my thigh. I felt another hand on my chin, slowly turning my face up and towards the unseen man. He planted a soft, lingering kiss on my lips, and I could tell from the angle that he was quite tall. His cologne was muted, but very arousing as he used his lips to open mine, and his tongue -- large, wet and limber -- slipped into my mouth and explored my tongue. I was oblivious to the motion of the car, and the thought that James was a few feet away, as this stranger slowly and skillfully French kissed me -- and slowly slid my skirt up my stockings as he did so. I found myself spreading my thighs in response, until finally he pulled away, leaving me wondering if perhaps I'd done something wrong. His cheek brushed mine -- his skin was so perfectly smooth -- and he whispered in my ear. "Let me help you get undressed, Tammy." He gently pulled my jacket off my body, and I heard it fall -- on the floor? On the front seat next to James? He then touched my neck with both hands -- his fingers felt so huge -- and slowly let them drop to the top button of my blouse. He slowly unbuttoned each button in turn, pulling my blouse apart as he did so, until finally I was completely unbuttoned -- my breasts, contained in the black, silk lace bra now revealed to the unseen stranger. The blouse, too, was pulled away from my body, and the man now squeezed and stroked my breasts through my bra -- his hands at once so big and firm, yet slow and gentle. I gasped as he lowered his lips to kiss the top of my breasts, and slowly lick the cleavage between. His lips returned to my ear, and in the softest of whispers, he said "Your skirt next, Tammy. I want you to suck me just wearing your lingerie." I reached behind me -- with a speed that betrayed my eagerness and arousal -- and undid the clasp of my skirt, then unzipped it and pulled it down over my legs, my shoes -- and my gold anklet. It disappeared from my hand, and I sat wearing only stockings, thong, garter belt and bra in the back seat of a car, incredibly turned on at the thought of pleasuring this stranger with my mouth. "You are beautiful, Tammy," the man said as he ran a finger down my bare spine with one hand, and stroked the inside of my left thigh with the other. He took one of my hands in his, and slowly guided it to his crotch. I instantly felt his erection through his trousers -- a very soft, smooth wool, I guessed -- and silently gasped at how big it felt. "I've been saving up for tonight, for you Tammy," he said in a soft voice. I could feel him pull his hands away, and heard him unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his pants. A hand stroked the back of my head, and my neck, and slowly guided me to the third cock I would ever touch. My lips touched the warm tip -- I felt and tasted a salty drop of precum on it. I smiled at how deliciously naughty this was -- perhaps Jack's been right all these years, I really am a 'hotwife,' I thought -- and extended my tongue to slowly circle the tip, then licking my lips to fully savor the first drop. Instinctively, my hand reached to grab the shaft, as my mouth opened to take the head into my mouth. At once, as my fingers slowly closed and my mouth was forced open, I realized just how big this cock was -- far wider than either Jack or Derek, and at least as long. I felt his large hands on the back of my head, gently pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, making me gag as the bulbous head touched my tonsils. "Don't worry about trying to deep throat me, Tammy," he said with a tone of wry amusement. "I'll be able to come if you can just use your hands to stroke me, and your mouth to suck me." I now had both hands around his shaft, and could feel his heavy balls brush against one of my wrists. I licked all around the head as I moved to kneel on the floor of the car, in between his thighs, and started to stroke his cock with both hands as I kissed and gently sucked on the sensitive tip. "Mmmmm, yes, I can tell you've done this before, Tammy," he said encouragingly. He reached down and squeezed my breasts, then leaned back in his seat, his hands returning to stroke my hair and neck as I eagerly worked the hard flesh in my mouth. "Such a sweet mouth for such a hot wife," he added, as hands on my head signaled that he wanted me to take him as far into my mouth as I could. I eagerly obliged. "I just love initiating a new wife," he said a moment later as I licked the underside of his shaft. "So willing, so excited....I'll bet you wish you could come right now, don't you Tammy?" he asked. I nodded affirmatively with his cock in my mouth. "I think you'll get off....eventually," he added. For a few moments, he was silent -- the sound of my lips and mouth sloppily licking his shaft the only sound in the back of the car, accompanied only by his murmurs of pleasure. I continued to stroke his shaft with one hand, moving the other to softly cup and squeeze his balls, my mouth never leaving its task on the head of his cock. "Seems to me...you're ready for me...to come in your mouth, Tammy," he said, his rapid breathing speeding the words. Feeling his body tense, I worked his cock with both hands, speeding the strokes as I fucked my mouth with his cock. He gripped my head in his strong hands as his pelvis thrust his cock deep into my mouth, and he groaned as the first blast of hot, salty come sprayed the back of my throat. He fucked my mouth, another five or six spurts covering my tongue and filling my mouth, until he finally fell back into his seat, a long, soft sigh the indication of his satisfaction with my skills at fellatio. Behind the blindfold, I tried to imagine what he looked like -- I knew from his cologne what he smelled like, and my mouth was now filled with what he tasted like. I lay my head on his thigh, and after rolling his sperm around my mouth with my tongue, slowly and deliberately swallowed the come of an unknown, unseen black man. I became aware of the car's movement again, and the man stroked my hair and neck. "Blowjob well done, Tammy," he said. "What would your husband say if he could see you now?" he asked with a chuckle. I swallowed again. "He...well, this whole thing was his idea in the first place," I added honestly. "Oh, and you didn't enjoy it at all I suppose?" he asked knowingly. "I...yes, I...I'm enjoying it too," I added. He took my hand, and guided me to the seat next to him, giving my ass a playful slap as I sat down. "Mmmm, you have one fine ass, Tammy. I can see why....what was your black lover's name again?" "Derek," I answered, as I tasted the lingering remnants of come in my mouth. "I can see why Derek loved fucking your ass. I can't wait to try it for myself," he added. I shuddered at the thought of being sodomized by a cock that had just barely fit in my mouth and hands. "Oh don't you worry, Tammy," the man added, perhaps seeing me shudder and guessing the reason. "You'll be able to take it up the ass. All the women do, eventually. And even if you're blindfolded, you'll be able to tell when it's me." The car stopped, and the man gave me another kiss on the cheek, whispering "Until next time, Tammy." He opened the car door, got out, and slammed it shut. Before I knew it, we were moving again. After a moment, James spoke from the front seat. "Enjoying your evening so far, Tammy?" "I...um, this is pretty intense, not seeing or knowing who it is I am sucking," I added, sitting back in the seat, feeling the soft leather caress my exposed skin, and wondering if I might discreetly give my pussy a stroke or two beneath my thong. "I know," James replied. "I think you will find the rest of the evening at least equally intense," he added. I was again about to reach for a bottle of water, when once more the car came to a stop, and the door that had closed a few moments ago opened again, and another man entered, slamming the door shut, and again James accelerated the car. The second man said nothing as he hungrily kissed my neck, and removed my bra, taking the opportunity to pinch and suck my hard nipples. I groaned at the stimulation, and raised my hands to his head. His hair was smooth, and very thick and silky -- I guessed he was white, and wondered briefly if perhaps this might be the "social acquaintance" James had mentioned -- perhaps he wasn't talking because I might recognize his voice. Or, perhaps he thought that under the circumstances, our mouths had better uses. He sucked one nipple hard, nibbling it with his teeth, while one hand slid between my thighs and teased my pussy above my thong. I groaned at the contact, hoping he might continue it long enough to bring me to orgasm, but he had other ideas. After reaching around to squeeze my ass, he took my hands and guided them to his crotch. I could tell he was wearing jeans, and guessing his intent, I unbuttoned and unzipped them, pulling them down around his ankles. Again, I returned to the floor next to him, and pulled down his briefs, finding another rock hard cock. I needed no verbal encouragement -- once more, I took the unseen cock of a perfect stranger into my mouth, guessing that it was perhaps somewhat skinnier and approximately the same length as my husband's, making it easy for me to deep throat him. He groaned in appreciation of my oral skills, and I lubricated his cock with my saliva, and began stroking it as I sucked. He especially liked it when I took one of his balls into my mouth and slowly rolled it around with my tongue. The thought that I was possibly fellating an acquaintance -- from work? From the school? -- made me both nervous and excited, and I started imagining a few men I had regarded as attractive as the object of my oral skills. After a few minutes of devoted sucking, I felt his body begin to tense, and I started stroking his cock firmer and faster. With a gasp, he came in my mouth, this time just as I had almost taken his cock out of my mouth. The jets shot across my tongue and onto my teeth as he grunted and moaned through his orgasm. I kept licking and sucking until he placed his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it until I stopped. I waited, kneeling on the floor of the moving car, awaiting some signal for what I was to do next. He reached down, and slowly pinched both of my nipples. "Delicious, Tammy. Thank you," he said finally, in an accent that sounded perhaps Spanish or Italian, but in any case was not, after all, someone I knew. The car pulled to a curb, and in an instant, the owner of the fourth cock I had ever sucked disappeared out of the car. We pulled away, and I felt along the back of the front seat until I found a water bottle. Opening it, I leaned into the back seat, and took a long drink of cold water, washing down the aftertaste from the orgasms of two strangers. Even if -- as James had said -- I would not know, after tonight, how many men I had had sex with, I knew that -- as of right now -- I had just doubled the number of men whose come I had swallowed. The thought made me smile, and again I felt an urge to stroke myself. James was undoubtedly paying attention to driving, I thought as I brought one hand to my pussy. Certainly he couldn't notice... "Ah ah ah, Tammy, no playing with yourself, not yet, anyway," James said from the front seat. My hand stopped, and moved to rest on my stockinged thigh. I sighed with frustration, and took another long drink of water. Three more men joined me in the back seat of the car as the evening progressed. Two liked to kiss and talk before they had me suck them off, the third -- and final -- man spent much of the time running his hands and fingers all over my body, with the single -- and notable -- exception of my pussy. I almost -- almost! -- came from the way he squeezed my ass, but then he, too, took my head in his hands and guided my mouth to his cock. With my belly filled with its fifth load of come that evening, the man departed from the car into the night, and after a few minutes, James spoke. "You did very well so far, Tammy," he said. "You may take off the blindfold." Slowly, I pulled it off, my eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light, even though I was in a car with tinted windows at night. I looked at my watch -- it was just past eight. I had been giving blowjobs for more than one and a half hours. I reached for the other bottle of water, and opened it, proud and curiously at ease wearing only my stockings, garter belt and thong (and anklet, of course) with James in the front seat. He had been there while I had sucked off five total strangers -- and he no doubt knew each of the men I had pleasured so far tonight. "Tammy, you can put your clothes back on now," James said. I looked outside the car, and recognized that we were downtown. In a few minutes, I had put my bra, skirt, blouse and jacket back on. James pulled the car to the curb, and turned off the engine. He put his arm on the passenger seat, and looked back at me, his eyes sparkling. "Tammy, your husband is waiting in that restaurant with Dr. Fairchild and her husband," he said, pointing out the car window to a sushi restaurant that was very well known, and very expensive. "Now that you've had your appetizers, you can join them for dinner, and then the evening will continue." Tammy and the Gold Anklet Ch. 04 I looked out the car window, and then back at James. He smiled, then spoke. "The night is very young, Tammy. And trust me, you'll need your energy for the rest of it. Enjoy your dinner -- or perhaps I should say, 'bone' appétit?" I laughed at his corny play on words, and left the car, and walked into the restaurant. To be continued