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The Dinner Party

By: jcace



My wife and I was invited to a small dinner party by her boss and his wife. I guess that I should mention that he (her boss) and my sexy wife Lynn, have been having a torrid love affair for the past eight months. My wife told me that during her interview with his company, she knew that they would soon be sleeping together. Her lovers name is Ron, he's 40'ish and extremely "sexy", so  my wife says. He is married, but I assume that he and his wife are swingers or at least she knows that  he is sexing my hot wife and accepts the fact that they are lovers.

Lynn is 34, 5'-6" and around 120 lbs. She has light brown/blonde hair and the hottest tight little body around. Her legs are wonderful and she has 36d breasts that she displays proudly. We  married 7 years ago and I still consider myself lucky to be married to such a hot woman. I have always had fantasies of her sleeping with other men and when she told me of her interview and how attractive her boss was, I knew that my fantasies would come true. When Lynn would see a hot, handsome man, she would "go for it". There was no denying the fact that she wanted him, that's what turned me on the most. She was and still is a very sexual woman.

As Lynn was telling me about the dinner, she had a twinkle in her beautiful light blue  eyes. "My lover and I have something special planned", she said. We are going to be more open with our affair. No more "sneaking around", she said. Everyone at work knows that we are lovers, as do  you but his wife knows very little. Tonight, she will know what her husband and I do at the office all day. She also will be "cuckolded" just like you my little hubby, isn't that wonderful. "yes dear", was my reply. Soon she will see first hand the reason that I'm sleeping with her husband, just like you, she  doesn't satisfy her husband. We, that is my lover and I, are made for each other, we both need and deserve more than either of you can give us.

  My wife was off to shop for a new outfit to wear while I cleaned the house and hand  washed her sexy lingerie. I knew she would return with something sexy to wear for her lover and I wasn't dissapointed. She had been to Fredericks to purchase a "special outfit", she said. The first glimpse of the  black pvc basque and seamed stockings had my "little dick" hard in no time flat. She laughed as she saw  my reaction. She then pulled a sexy black mini dress from the bags and held it up for me to see. It was  very short and also strappless. She will be so sexy I thought to myself. "Darling, Honey" she said loudly snapping me from my trance, if you are a good boy I will let you dress me for dinner, I know how much you like dressing me. It is one of the greatest pleasures that I know, other than when she allows me to actually have sex with her.

  I ran her bath and put a few drops of scented oil in the water to make her skin soft and satiny. Then once she was in the water and comfortable, I proceeded to bathe her sexy body. I  wondered if Rons' wife was doing the same for him as I was for Lynn. She is so beautiful lying in the water, her large breasts floating on the surface, inviting me to suckle a nipple. Her long sexy legs, from her painted toenails of her beautiful feet up to the junction of her thighs. The small strip of hair that leads  to her lovers favorite spot. Her dainty hands, long red fingernails, especially the finger that carries our wedding and engagement rings and also the other hand that carries the lovers ring that Ron had given her as a gift. I wondered what my wife was thinking as I surveyed her sexy body, her eyes were closed and she appeared to be dreaming. Her pouty lips are partially open as if she is moaning, is she enjoying the feel of my hands caressing her body or is she thinking of her lover? Whatever it was, I was extremely turned on. This is the kind of treatment that my wife deserves.	

  After her bath, I pat her body dry with a soft terry cloth towel and then lightly powder her skin with a sweet sexy smelling talc. Then she shushes me out of the bathroom so that she can apply her make up in peace. Sometimes it annoys' her when I watch as she does her makeup. I dress myself  as she completes her makeup and also lay out the clothes that she will wear. She will be so sexy I thought. Her hair and makeup done, she walks into her boudior with confidence. She knows that she is a "hottie". My mouth drops open as I once again admire her nude body. The way her hips flare out at her sides, her large breasts, standing upright and perfect, the way her tight sexy butt sways as she "strutts", she knows  that she looks great. Her hair, perfectly done, frames her angelic face. Her eyes, sexy, so sexy. She poses for me, she likes to tease, she knows it's effect on me. "Well", she says, "dress me".

   I slowly gather the sexy black shiny pvc basque and approach my wife. She raises her  arms and I wrap her body with the lingerie. I pull it tight making sure that her breasts are properly encased  in the cups of the bustier then hook the eyelets in back. Satisfied, god she is hot, I take her hand and lead  her to a chair. she sets down and presents her legs for the stockings. I kneel down and slowly slide the silky stocking over her dainty foot and up her leg attaching the dark band to the strap that hangs from her sexy bustier. I then repeat the process with the other stocking. Once the stockings are complete, I retrieve her sexy black stillettos' from the closet and place them on her feet. She places each foot, one at a time, onto my thigh. As I attempt to buckle the ankle straps, she twists her foot digging the sharp high heel into my  skin. She giggles as I moan from the pleasure of the pain she is causing. Finally finishing her heels, she tosses me her tiny black panties. She stands up and uses my shoulder for balance. Her shaved pussy is now directly in my face, "you may kiss my pussy if you like", she says. Within a second, I bury my tongue into my wifes treasure. After a few more seconds she says to stop, I must not have heard her because she says it again and then kicks me with a sharp heel knocking me back. "Put my panties on me darling", she said. I held the  flimsy leg openings and guided them over her high heels, being careful not to snag the lacy material on the sharp heels. I continue to slide the panties up her legs until they come to rest against her shaved pussy.  Satisfied that the seams in her stockings are straight and that her panties are smoothed over her sexy ass, shes says to place her in her strapples minidress. I unzip the small dress and she steps into the opening. I slowly rezip the back and watch as the small short minidress envelopes her body. You're stockings tops  will show when you sit I told her. "Well adjust them then" was her reply. On my knees again, I reach under  the hem line of the dress and shortened the garter straps untill the dark bands of her stocking tops were just hidden from view. Hows that dear I asked. "Good, now get my pearl choker from the jewelry box and  put it around my neck". As you wish dear, I replied.

       I finished dressing her just in time to leave for dinner. I led my beautiful wife to the car  and opened the door. She slowly slid onto the leather seat, thus allowing the short hem of her minidress to slide up. She teased me as I stared at her stocking tops and garter straps, laughing as a small tent formed in the front of my pants. It was very rare that I was allowed to go out with her when she was this dressed up, usually this was saved for a date with her lover and I guess it still is as that is who we were going to see. we said very little on the ride to her lovers house, I guess she had other things on her mind.

        Arriving at his house, I went around the car and opened her door. The same tease was repeated as she exited the car this time. "Do you like what you see", asked my sexy wife. I do was my  reply, you are a very hot and sexy woman I said to her. I was allowed to hold her hand as we approached              the door to her lovers house and once there she instructed me to ring the bell. Her boss and lover Ron,  answered the door. He took my wifes hand and led her into the foyer where he embraced her and proceeded to give her a very hot french kiss. They were still hugging when he invited me in, we shook hands and he  introduced himself. "You're wife has told me so much about you", he said. He looked me over and laughed  when he noticed my little hard-on in the crotch of my slacks. "She said that you would react this way", he  stated. Then I watched as he lifted the hem of my wifes dress saying "very nice" to her stockings and garters. "Did hubby dress up his wife for me", he asked Lynn. "Yes lover", she said, he did it all for you.

        Taking my wifes hand once again, he led her into the living room with me following close behind. "Sara", he called loudly, our guests have arrived. "I'll be right out honey", Sara replied from the kitchen. As Ron and Lynn sat on the sofa, Sara, Rons wife, came shyly walking into the room. She was a very attractive  woman. Around 38 years old, blonde hair, shorter than Lynn but not by much. Sara was also dressed just as  hot as my wife but she was wearing a white minidress. She had on white stockings, extremely high heeled white pumps and a black pearl choker. Sara's dress was short enough to see that she was using a garter belt or other to hold up the white stockings because we could see the stocking clips as she walked. As Sara  approached, Ron and Lynn stood up. Ron said, "Sara dear, you know Lynn and this is her husband Jamie". Sara hardly even glanced at me as she said hello, she was more interested it seemed in my sexy wife. Standing directly in front of my wife, her high white heels making them the same height, Sara leaned forward and kissed my wife. This was not a kiss on the cheek, it was on her lips. Their soft painted red lips touched, both of their  lips seperated. Saras' tongue slowly came from between her lips and touched Lynn's. Both girl's shared a brief but very erotic kiss. I was dumbfounded but felt that my erection would burst through my slacks. Lynn noticed  my reaction and winked at me. Ron then said that we should sit down for dinner, "we can play later girls", he  said. 

          Sara acted as the maid, serving my wife and her husband first. Lynn told me that I was  to help Sara by holding the bowls and such while she gave out the portions. After my wife and her lover were served, we were allowed to join them. The dinner was fantastic and as we ate, I could tell that there was some goings on happening under the table. Both Ron and myself were seated at the ends of the table, Lynn and Sara sat at the sides facing each other. Suddenly Sara moaned and dropped her fork. Sara was biting her lower lip and looking down into her lap. Lynn reached for and took her lovers hand smiling at him. Ron slid over to peer around his wifes side of the table and looked towards his moaning wifes lap. He winked back at my wife then                      nodded at me. I took this as an invitation to also peer around and see what was happening to Sara. I could see that Lynn had placed her foot in Sara's lap. The skirt of her short dress was pushed up and all I could see was  the shiny black toe of Lynn's patent high heels. It was obvious that Lynn was grinding the stilletto heel of her shoe into Sara's panty crotch. Sara said nothing but Ron and myself could tell that she was rotating her hips, trying  to assist Lynn in finding her clitoris. Once the right spot was found, we watched Sara orgasm. After the show  was over, we continued to dine and make small talk.

           Dinner was over and Lynn told me to clear away the dishes and to stay in the kitchen too wash them. "After all it is the least you can do for such a great meal", she said. Doing as told, I took	the dinner plates into the kitchen and started washing them. I was wondering why Lynn demanded that I stay in here. I was going to be sneaky, I left the water running to make noise. I peeked out of the kitchen door to observe the three of them. This is what I saw. Ron sat with his back to me, Lynn on the left and Sara on the right. They were talking and I strained to hear what was being said. From what I could tell, Lynn was informing Sara that she and  Ron were lovers. That they have been having an affair and that they were going to continue to fuck one another. "You're husband says that you do not know how to fuck him properly", Lynn said to Sara. "That you do not  know how to make love to his cock with your mouth", is this true Sara? asked Lynn. Sara nodded her pretty head in shame and whispered, "I guess not". "I'm fucking your husband bitch", Lynn said loudly. "What do you have to say about that". Sara stayed quiet. My wife turned towards her lover, "do you want to make love to me in front of your wife, lets do it, she might just learn how to keep her husband satisfied". Ron agreed with my haughty wife.

          Lynn stood up and started walking around the dinner table. She took the long way around and stopped directly behind Sara. Lynn bent down and licked at Sara's ear lobe. She whispered, "watch me fuck your husband, you will watch won't you bitch". Softly, Sara answered okay, her eyes never leaving her lap and  rubbing her hands together. Lynn stood upright and placed her hands on Sara's 	shoulder's. Slowly, Lynn moved her hands down and into Sara's dress, cupping her breast's as she did so. My wife looked at Ron, smiled at him and started caressing his wife's breasts'. Ron looked on as Lynn toyed with his wife. Removing her hands from Sara's top, Lynn told her to stand up. Meekly, Sara stood. Sara turned to my wife and kissed her on the lips. Their mouth's opened, their tongues danced together. Harder and harder they mashed their lips together until it  became a full blown french kiss, it was the most erotic kiss that I had ever witnessed. Lynn started undoing the ties that held Sara's dress together. With over half of the ties undone, Lynn pushed the dress off of Sara's shoulders and down over her breasts. She too was wearing a basque. It was white satin, it had white lace panels and it was  a half cup style that left the upper most part of her breasts exposed, including her nipples. The dress slid further down her body gathering at her waist. Lynn started twisting Sara's nipples as Sara pushed her dress down over her slinder hips. Past her hips now, the white mini dress fell to her feet and she stepped out of the garment. Sara's white satin panties, which she wore over the garter straps of the bustier, hid her pussy from our view.

         Taking Sara's hand, Lynn escorted her over to Ron who was still seated in his chair. I knew what Sara was going through because Lynn dominated me in the same fashion. Lynn, now standing behind Sara, asked Ron if he thought his wife was sexy. "Yes lover, she is sexy", replied Ron. Pushing Sara aside, Lynn went into her lovers arms. After breaking their kiss, Lynn said, " fuck me, fuck me in front of Sara", let's show her what we do. Lynn's eyes never left her lovers as she told Sara to help her undress. Coming up behind my wife, Sara slowly unzipped Lynn's dress. Both ladies now stood only in their lingerie, Lynn wearing black and Sara in white. Ron spoke first. I want you to suck my cock, show my wife how to love a mans cock. Both girls squatted and proceeded to fight over the zipper of Ron's pants. After removing his pants, Lynn took his hard cock into her  mouth and right down her throat. Sara meanwhile, had started massaging Lynn's breasts then took a very hard and distended nipple into her mouth making my wife moan around her lovers cock. I could see Sara drop her hand down to my wife's pantied pussy. Sara's fingers then started to rub Lynn's pussy through her tiny black panties. Ron said, "thats right Sara, finger her pussy, get her ready to fuck". Lynn was going insane as Sara was pushing the tiny black panties into my wife' pussy.

        Lynn slowly removed her lovers cock from her throat and offered it to Sara. Lynn told Sara  to part her lips then she aimed his large cock head at her pouting mouth. Lynn grabbed a hand full of Sara's hair and started pushing Sara's mouth over her husbands cock. Lynn spoke softly as she was telling Sara what to do. That's it baby she said, take hubby's cock into your mouth. Love his cock just like I was doing. Suddenly Lynn pushed  hard making Sara take her husbands cock into her throat. Sara gagged but Lynn would not release her hold. After a few seconds, Sara became accustomed to the cock as it invaded her throat and was sucking on her own. "Does it feel good now lover", Lynn asked Ron. "Yes it does lover, she's doing it just like you do", he replied. Soon, my  hot wife, tired of watching, joined in and both girls were loving his cock. Their lips often touched as they performed together on his cock stopping only to french kiss each others mouth's. They stared into each others eyes as they sucked at the sides of Ron's cock. They stopped just seconds before allowing him to cum. "You dirty cunt's", Ron mumbled aloud. One of you is going to fuck my cock now he demanded.

        My wife was the first one up. "I'm the only one that you're allowed to fuck lover", she said. "Sara", Lynn said. "Take off his pants, I'm going to fuck your hubby now". Sara obeyed. Lynn had Ron sit in the chair and she followed setting in his lap. Lynn whispered into Ron's ear. "Sara", Ron said. Guide her pussy onto my dick, watch as she fucks me. Sara pulled Lynn's panty crotch aside and grasped her husbands hard cock. As Lynn was trying to get into position, she noticed me peeking around the door. She had a smug expression on her face as  she lowered herself slowly onto her lovers cock. Coming to rest atop Sara's hand, Lynn moaned loudly. "Tell your fucking wife to remove her hand" Lynn said in Rons ear. While Ron filled her request, Lynn was still staring into my eyes. Taking the rest of his cock into her body, Lynn came. As she looked at me, she told Ron that he was the best and that she only wanted him inside her. "Jamie will never fuck me again lover, I'll save it all for you from now on", she said. "You're my only lover now, I don't want him anymore","will you tell him that for me lover, tell him that he's not allowed inside his wife's pussy anymore". Ron fucked her hard as she told him that she was his to do with as  he pleased. Lynn could feel Ron's manhood swelling up inside her tight vagina preparing to unload his love. "Tell your wife the same thing lover tell her you only will fuck me and not her, make her a permanent cuckold too" Lynn asked. Ron moaned loudly as he filled her tummy with his cum. After her pussy was full, Ron lifted my wife off of  his softening cock sitting Lynn atop the table.

             Ron turned to his kneeling wife and presented his cock to her for service. As Sara took his cock into her mouth, Lynn wiggled he finger at me. Exiting the kitchen, I padded over to my waiting wife. Lynn told me to sit in the chair and she spread her legs wide so I could see into her gaping pussy. "Look honey, see what  my lover did to me". "This is as close as you will ever get to having sex with me again, now clean me up honey". I  did as my sexy wife demanded. After cleaning her out properly, Lynn told me to stand up. "You can masturbate now", she said. "I want you to cum all over my pussy for the last time ever", she stated aloud. Lynn turned to Ron  who was still being serviced by his wife and asked that Sara be allowed to watch me masturbate. Sara kneeled at my side as I pulled at my little dick. We both watched as Lynn and Ron made out. Within seconds, I was spurting small drops of sperm onto my wifes pussy lips and belly. Breaking their kiss, Lynn instructed us both to clean her  again. I sucked at the cum on her belly as Sara sucked at my wife's pussy. After clean up was done. We were dismissed being told not to disturb them until breakfest, which they wanted in bed the next morning.


The Dinner Party



The End



The Dinner Party



John, my husband, grinned at me from the other end of the table, to his left sat Gail, to his right was Lynn. Their husbands Ian and Gary sat on either side of me. These were our oldest friends, they had been friends for twenty years and we were as close as could be. I laughed as my husband cracked a joke, the latest of a series of them that had started when our friends had arrived at six and had gone on for the next two hours. Of course the jokes had got dirtier the more we had all drunk, but then that was the way it always was when we got together. That and the outrageous flirting, I loved it, Ian and Gary were still 'hunks' and their wives were still 'babes', so it felt good to have the two of them flirting to the limit with me. We were a group of thirty-something's having a good time.

"Julie," Ian grinned leaning towards me "that dress you are wearing is so tempting."

"I'll second that!" Gary laughed.

"Well you know what they say don't you?" John chuckled.

"What do they say?" Lynn asked with a giggle.

"That you should always give in to temptation." John laughed.

We all laughed as we got stuck into our starters, I looked along the table to my husband, and he grinned and winked at me. Despite his laughing comment about 'temptation' neither of us had strayed in all the fifteen years we'd been together, though the idea of a 'bit of fun' with someone else was a sort of joint fantasy with us. And yes, I have to admit that there were times that I wondered what it would be like to be fucked by Ian or Gary, but I had never acted on those thoughts. As we ate and drank I found my thoughts turning to the idea of having sex with one of our friends, amid the laughter I felt myself getting more than a little turned on by my thoughts.

A little while later John helped me clear away the now empty plates and to serve up the main course.

"What has you turned on my little honeypot?" he grinned as we started back to the dining room. "Been thinking about 'temptation?'"

John called me his 'honeypot' because of the way my pussy flowed with juices when I got aroused; he loved to lap at them.

"Yes," I grinned back looking down at the bulge in his trousers "and I'm sure you've been thinking about it too."

He laughed then raised an eyebrow.

"Would you?" he asked quietly "If the opportunity arose?"

"With Ian or Gary?" I mused, "I don't know. Guess it would depend on how horny I felt at the time."

"Well," John grinned "as long as you tell me about it afterwards I don't mind."

With that he was out the kitchen door leaving me to follow feeling confused, surprised and excited all at the same time.

As I sat down again I looked at my husband, he was talking with Lynn, but he must have seen me looking his way because he gave me a grin and a wink then went back to his conversation. To my left Gary had finished cutting up his meat and was now just using a fork to spear food while his other hand emphasised points, to my right Ian had done the same, but his free hand lay in his lap below the table. The conversation around the table was light and bawdy, Gail laughed loudly then looked at me with a broad grin when John started telling them how he had touched me up in a restaurant.

"Poor Julie nearly jumped out of her chair when I slid my hand up her leg under the table." John was saying. "Mind you, once she realised what I was up to she just opened up and enjoyed it. Didn't you hon."

"Damn right," I laughed back "it was one hell of a turn on."

As John continued with his tale of that exciting evening I felt a light touch on my leg, surprised I glanced down but the tablecloth blocked my view. Turning my head I looked at Ian, the touch was on his side, his hand was still out of view, as I looked at him he smiled, and the hand touching my leg gave a little squeeze. At first I was surprised, but then I felt the glow of excitement I had already been feeling grow and thought to myself 'what the hell', so I smiled back at Ian and turned my attention back to John. By now John had reached the point where I was nearing a climax in the restaurant and he described my squirming and lip biting at the time in graphic detail. Listening to John and feeling Ian's hand now stroking my leg over my dress I felt even more excited, I suppose I was also a little drunk, but not enough that I did not know what was happening. Obviously since I had made no objections to his touches Ian had decided to go a little further.

"Didn't anyone notice?" Ian asked John as he concluded his story.

"You'd think they would have." John grinned, "Maybe they did and decided to just enjoy the show."

As my husband replied Ian's hand slid down to the side of my leg, the dress I had on was one that John had picked out for me, low in the bust and, although coming to my knees, had slits almost to hip level on either side. In the time it takes to draw a breath Ian's hand had slid down the material of the dress, then slipped through the slit on his side to come to rest on my stockinged knee. His hand gently squeezed my knee then started to stroke upwards in little circles, when I looked at him Ian gave me a grin and I grinned back at him. Around us the conversation and the meal continued, we even contributed to the chatter, but I became increasingly aware of the slow rise of Ian's hand up my thigh and increasingly thrilled by his touch.

The thrill I was feeling shot to a new high when I felt another hand slip through the other slit and start to stroke my thigh firmly. Eyebrows raised in surprise I looked at Gary, he gave me a wink without breaking the flow of his conversation. I could not believe that this was happening; my best and oldest male friends were touching me up under the table while my husband sat at the other end of the table to them. Looking towards John I saw him flirting with Lynn and Gail, his eyes flickered my way and he smiled before going back to his flirting. Beside me Ian leant towards me and almost whispered a comment about my husband's flirting, a comment I totally missed.

"Having fun?" Ian whispered leaning a little closer to me.

"So far." I replied with a smile.

"You'd have even more fun," Gary said softly on the other side of me "if you let yourself open up."

There was no mistaking the hint Gary was giving me; he wanted me to open my legs so that he and Ian could get to more of me. A little uncertainly I let my legs slide apart a little and was immediately rewarded by their hands sliding onto my inner thighs then moving upwards. With gentle pressure Gary and Ian had me open my legs wider until I was sat there with my legs spread wide and their hands approaching my pussy.

"You three are quiet." John suddenly commented.

Guiltily I went to close my legs, but neither Ian or Gary were about to let me do that, firmly they pulled my legs open again and continued stroking me while Gary answered my husband.

"We were just watching a master at work." Gary laughed as his hand slid onto the wet gusset of my panties.

"Most educational" Ian grinned as his hand joined Gary's on my panties "watching you flirt with our wives. Mind you, my Gail might take you up on some of those offers you're making."

"John'll be in trouble then," Gary laughed, "because Lynn might do the same too."

"Mmmm, lucky old me." John laughed.

"Well." Lynn laughed and thrust out her boobs "I might just get you to put your money, or something, where your mouth is."

"I like the idea of the 'or something'." John retorted with a mock leer.

"Oh-ho, think you could handle both of us then sweetie?" Gail laughed.

Throughout all this Gary and Ian had been stroking at my pussy through my now sodden panties, it was such a weird situation, one that my husband and I had fantasised about, but had not expected to become a reality. There was no discounting the reality of what was happening though; their stroking was pushing me towards a climax. When one of them slid his hand into my panties to run his fingers along my bare slit I felt a minor orgasm wash through me.

"Did you say something Julie?" John's voice drifted through my pleasure.

"Um, just" I replied struggling to keep my breathing and voice even "commenting on how warm it is."

"It certainly is a quite hot here." Gary grinned.

I knew he was not referring to the room temperature; his fingers had pushed into my pussy and were moving in and out of me slowly. At the same time Ian's fingers were rubbing on my clit and I squirmed in my seat while trying to keep my upper body motionless. As pleasure ran through me I wondered that my John, Gail and Lynn couldn't tell what was going on just by the scent of my juices filling the air, they certainly filled my nostrils. Yet all three of them chatted on and flirted seemingly unaware of what was happening under the table. Then I had to bite back a gasp as I felt both hands move from my pussy to take hold of the waistband of my panties, as though they had practised the movement Ian and Gary tugged my panties down until they could draw them no further. Ian leant over and whispered 'raise up' and as though in a dream I leant my elbows on the table and using their support raised my bottom. My bottom had barely left the seat when I felt my panties pulled down to my thighs, as I let myself settle in the chair again Gary and Ian finished the task of removing my panties. I felt the wisp of material slide down my legs to my ankles and I pulled my feet from them then spread my legs open again.

Now their hands had free rein to touch my pussy without any hindrance, I bit back a groan as they both pushed a finger into my pussy and started to finger fuck me. Biting my lower lip I looked towards my husband, he seemed oblivious to what was going on, as were Lynn and Gail, the whole situation was turning me on so much that I thought I would burst with pleasure. When another orgasm washed over me I couldn't help but wriggle in my seat, I felt my boobs heaving with my excited breathing and a low groan escaped my throat. Yet the others didn't seem to notice and I felt both relieved and surprised at this. The next moment both hands had left my body, trying to still my breathing I looked at Gary and Ian in turn, they were grinning at me and I felt a little let down that they had stopped.

"Time for the dessert I think." John suddenly said.

"Oh yes," I replied guiltily "I'll just clear the table."

"We'll give you a hand." Gary offered with a nod to Ian.

"Yes," Ian grinned "which will let John get down to some real flirting while we are gone."

"Alright!" John drawled "I'm all for that. Take your time."

"We will." Gary laughed as he rose to his feet to start collecting up the plates.

Ian rose and held out a hand to me, as though in a dream I took his hand, stood and let him lead me out to the kitchen. The kitchen door had barely swing closed behind us when I felt myself being turned to face Ian, he smiled down at me then his face seemed to zoom in on mine. An instant later he was kissing me hungrily, his lips hard and demanding on mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth to play with mine. Groaning into his mouth I let myself melt against him, at this sign of submission Ian's hands rose to my neck, I felt them moving then the halter of my dress went limp. With a swift tug he bared my boobs and began to play with them, his fingers digging into my pliant flesh then teasing my already hard nipples. Dimly I could hear the sound of laughter and conversation through the door behind me, then Ian turned me away from the door, his lips still locked to mine, his hands still playing with my tits, I felt him moving me across the kitchen. 

The next thing I felt was the kitchen table pressing against my bum, Ian parted our lips then pressed me down onto the table so that my legs dangled limply. Leaning over me he took one of my nipples in his mouth and as he suckled on it his hands slid down my body to the hem of my dress. The material slithered up my legs as Ian pushed it up to my waist, then his hands were moving again. One of his hands pressed at my inner thighs and I opened my legs, without pause he stepped between my open legs and I felt something hard, yet warm and soft pressing at my pussy. Then it was sinking into me and I groaned as Ian speared me with his cock, for one brief minute he lay still with his cock buried to the hilt in my pussy. The next minute he was fucking me with hard strokes that jerked my body on the table, releasing my nipple he stood up to give more power to his thrusts and I gurgled with pleasure as he drove towards another climax. When his hands moved back to my tits it was the last straw, in a burst of ecstasy a climax hit me, low cries forced their way past the fist I had jammed in my mouth as my body jerked and bucked beneath Ian's pounding cock. Ian seemed to fuck me for ages, but it could only have been a few minutes, but those minutes were aeons of bliss. Wave after orgasmic wave of pleasure ebbed and flowed over my quivering body as his pace became ever faster, then I felt his body start to tremble and I knew that he was about to have his own climax.

Suddenly my pussy was empty, Ian had stepped back and I looked up at him with bliss-glazed eyes in puzzlement. He did not leave me puzzled for long; with firm hands he guided me off the table and into a kneeling position in front of him. I had no doubt what it was he wanted and I leant forward to take his cock into my mouth without hesitation. I heard him groan with pleasure as my lips closed around his shaft, as I pressed down further on his erection I felt his hands go to my head to pull me even tighter to him.

"God that feels good!" Ian groaned as I swallowed his flesh.

Groaning around his cock in agreement I pressed down on his hardness, letting it sink into my throat until I was lewdly kissing the pubic hairs at his groin. As I pulled back again Ian held my head still and started to fuck my mouth as he had my pussy, slowly at first then with ever harder and faster thrusts. All I could do was suck and lick at the sliding meat in my mouth and throat, but I did that with gusto as I felt his actions pushing me to another climax. Above me Ian let out a long, low moan, his cock thrust down into my mouth to bury itself deep in my throat, then he was still, his whole body quivering. A moment later I felt his cock twitching in my throat and the sensation of thick liquid sliding down my gullet, pulling back Ian sent the next spurt into my mouth and I savoured the taste of his sperm as I swallowed it down. Once again he thrust into my throat to let loose another stream of sperm and there he stayed until the last dribble had gone down my throat. As he pulled his cock from my mouth I sucked and licked it clean.

Shakily I rose to my feet and adjusted my dress, neither of us spoke, though talking would have been difficult due to our heavy breathing. Ian smiled then leant forward and kissed me, then he turned and left the kitchen while I sagged breathlessly against the kitchen table. Gathering myself together I went to the fridge and took the desserts out one by one, laying them on the work surface. As I turned to get a tray to carry them on the kitchen door opened and Gary walked in carrying three plates. Grinning at me he crossed the kitchen to the sink, laid the plates on the draining board then came over to me.

"Ian will bring the rest in a while." He said as his face lowered to mine.

Once again I was being kissed hungrily, this time it was Gary's lips that were pressing to mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth like a spear. Even as his lips bore down on mine his hands were re-opening my halter then playing with my boobs and nipples. Yet again I felt myself being manoeuvred and once again I found myself being pressed to the kitchen table. I was all ready to lie back on the table when Gary parted our lips, but he stopped my movement so that he could bend and take my nipples in his mouth. I have no idea how long we stood there with him sucking and nibbling at my hard, sensitive buds, but I do know how hot his actions made me feel. Opening my eyes, which I had closed to savour the pleasure he was giving me, I could see the kitchen door and a thrill ran through me at the realisation that John could wander in at any moment.

Gary straightened and kissed me again, then he turned me so that my back was pressed to his front, I could feel his hard cock pressing at my buttocks, his hands came round my body to my boobs. As his hands mauled my boobs and nipples Gary nibbled at my ear then whispered 'lift the back of your dress', I did as he told me then felt him pressing me over the table, his hands still grasping at my boobs as I was pushed down to the table top. Then I felt his cock pushing at my pussy, he prodded and pushed, pushed and prodded, but it was not until I reached behind me to grasp and guide his erection that he entered me. I let out a groaning gasp, as his cock seemed to fill and stretch me almost as much as my husband's did when he fucked me. Gary's hands moved from my boobs to my shoulders, pressing me tight to the table he started to fuck me with long hard, slow strokes that drove me over the edge in moments.

As I bucked and bit at my fist to stifle my cries Gary buried his cock in me then held still, he remained still until my climax eased a little then he began to move again. This time his thrusts were fast, furious and powerful, he was fucking me so hard that the table seemed to tremble on the point of moving each time his cock hammered into me. When I climaxed again Gary just stepped up his pace and this time the table rocked to the power of his thrusts into me. Not that I noticed, it was all I could do not to cry out aloud with bliss, my mind felt awhirl with ecstasy until I thought I would faint. When Gary stopped fucking me, pulled his cock out of me and started to draw me off the table it took me a few moments to realise what was happening. 

In a daze I let myself sink to my knees then meekly sucked on the cock that was thrust between my lips. Gary held my head, just as Ian had done, then began to pound his cock into my mouth and throat. As he was fucking my mouth I heard the sound of the kitchen door swinging open and closed, a body passed through my peripheral vision and I went into orgasm at the thought that it was my husband in the kitchen with us. Neither man spoke, the only sounds were the muffled squeals I was making, the rasping of Gary's and my breath and a distant mutter of laughter from the dining room. Gary suddenly swore and pushed hard into my throat, his cock seemed to writhe as he blasted his first jet of sperm into my throat. Unlike Ian, when Gary pulled back to let the next jet of his juices unload into my mouth he did not thrust back into my throat and I found myself gulping desperately to swallow the thick sperm filling my mouth in spurts. Gary seemed to flow on and on, no matter how fast I gulped I could not swallow the sheer volume of juices he was putting out and I felt some of the sticky sperm force it's way past my lips. When at last Gary had finished cumming he pulled his cock from my mouth and watched as I licked the sperm from my lips.

"Damn she looks so hot doing that!" Ian's voice said as he commented on my lip licking.

"Yeah," Gary laughed "but I think we need to get back to the party."

The two men grabbed up the desserts from the work surface and bustled out the door while I rose to my feet, adjusted my clothing for the second time and wearily headed for the dining room. As I stepped through the door I took a deep, steadying breath and tried to act calm and composed, inside I felt anything but calm or composed, after shocks of ecstasy were still wafting over me and I have no idea how no-one could have failed to notice my sexual high.

Our meal continued amid laughter and chatter, as I sat there picking at my dessert I felt more than a little bewildered by what had happened. Though I had loved what Gary and Ian had done to me I was filled with a sense of guilt at the thought that I had cheated on my husband. Looking at him along the table I saw him grin, wink and blow me a kiss, which did nothing to ease my guilt. Soon the meal was over and John helped me to clear away the table while our friends headed for the living room and more drinks. As I placed the last of the dishes on the drainer John came up behind me, put his arms around me and kissed my neck.




The Dinner Party



"John," I muttered without turning "I have to tell you something."

One of his hands slid up to my boobs, his other hand slid down my body, through the slit of my dress and onto my bare pussy. My body was still excited from the attentions of Gary and Ian, as my husband's hands played with me I felt the pleasure erupting in me again.

"What's that?" John asked as his hands teased my boobs and pussy.

"Mmmm, what?" I hummed in aroused confusion.

"You wanted to tell me something." He breathed in my ear.

I felt as though my mind was spinning with pleasure, the attention I had already received from Ian and Gary had left me high on orgasmic ecstasy and my husbands' actions were increasing that ecstasy. Through my haze I knew that I had to tell John what had happened between our friends and me, but I couldn't form coherent thoughts let alone sentences. As I blurted out jumbled words of explanation I felt one of John's hands lift the back of my dress, then his cock was pressing against my buttocks, I groaned as he bent me forward over the drainer and thrust his cock into my pussy.

"Are you telling me," John breathed in my ear as my jumbled explanation faded into moans of pleasure "that you let our friends fuck you then sucked their pricks for them?"

"Y..e..sss!" I gasped out.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked as he picked up the pace of fucking me.

"Y..e..sss!" I groaned as an orgasm boiled over within me.

"I thought you might." John laughed breathlessly.

Then all conversation ended as we both became lost in the pleasure of our mutual climax. For long moments we strained against each other in bliss.

"John," I panted as my husband withdrew from me some minutes later "you knew about what I did with our friends?"

His strong hands turned me to face him and I looked up at his smiling face.

"You sod," I gasped as his smile grew wider, "you set it up!"

"Guilty." He laughed. "Do you mind Julie?"

"I should," I laughed, "but I don't. It was such a turn on. What about Gail and Lynn, did they know?"

"Of course we did." Gail's voice sounded from the kitchen doorway.

I looked over my husband's shoulder at our friends who had gathered in the open doorway, I wondered for a moment how long they had been standing there. Looking at our grinning friends then at my husbands' face I had the feeling that all that had gone before had been merely a prelude for the night ahead. Laughing I kissed John, leant back in his arms and said.

"So who's fucking who first?"



The Dinner Party



Chapter 1: Sparkling Wine

Gary and I arrived at precisely 4:00 on that drizzly Saturday afternoon. We had been excitedly and nervously chattering about anything except our immediate destination and plans. Both of our imaginations were so overwrought and saturated we could barely focus on the sidewalk leading to the recessed, brick-arched front door. My hand was quivering as I reached for the bell.

Deep in the bowels of the structure the chimes sounded their tasteful melody. A beautiful sound we would enjoy many times in the next several hours.

Gary is a gregarious, playful 40something with an ever-present smile and bright twinkle in his eye. He is only 5' 7" and a bit on the plump side at 175. However, he has a boyish charm that is very attractive and his hard work in the gym keeps him well toned despite his penchant for consumption of fine foods. His adventurous spirit and brash impertinence are the primary reason for our appointment. 

I am 6'1" and at 48 still manage to remain reasonably fit and trim through my active participation on soccer and baseball teams and my biking regimen. My dark, tanned complexion is set off by my silver locks and my green eyes. There is a comforting quality in my baritone and a dangerous, enticing turn to my countenance that is exaggerated when I bestow my wicked smile, which is often.

The door swings open without any sound and Gary and I are both breathless at the vision before us. The reddish lighting is subdued but certainly not dark as every detail is accentuated, possibly as a result of our heightened anticipation or possibly as a result of cunning attention and knowledge on the creation of the perfect mood. The antique, beveled mirror across from the entrance reflects our images as the warm fresh air brushes past us. She is standing seductively in an ivory silk gown that only accentuates every perfect curve of her tall, sensuous body.

When Gary and I first set eyes on Heather we were reduced to juvenile males, fearing reproach from this Goddess should we be caught clandestinely stealing glances in her direction. Despite our vulnerable manhood both Gary and I knew we had to get closer and meet this dream personified. Gary has always been the bolder and armed with little more than a smile and the offer of a glass of Asti Spumante he introduced us.

Two bottles and a delectable steak dinner later we were best friends. More than that, we had discovered a mutual sole mate who shared, enhanced, embellished and honed our humor, dreams, thoughts and fantasies. Especially our fantasies!

From the first evening we had found a common erotic sin that we all craved and sought but had never fully satisfied. Heather had always been a voyeur of the first magnitude and Gary and I addicted exhibitionists. The symbiosis of our relationship was unbounded. We embarked on a plan that I outlined, Gary shaded and Heather brought forth fully rendered in glorious, vibrant colors.

At the end of our evening Heather returned from the ladies room with two wine glasses partially filled with golden nectar. She topped both to the rim and filled a third with the last of our effervescent wine. The first two glasses were passed to Gary and me. We then joined in a toast to our joint venture. Never have I enjoyed a sweeter and more satisfying draft.

That very evening we began working on our endeavor. Gary and I retired to our modest apartment and discussed the details far into the early morning.

Still, before I could find rest I had one final chore that demanded my attention. I indulged my strongest urge and found an unusually intense climax followed by total contentment. As I lay there in the last vestiges of wakefulness I heard Gary in the next room, completing his own journey

Chapter 2: Arrivals

Heather's smile was beckoning and naughty as she welcomed us into the foyer. Beyond was the high ceiling of the living room. All the surfaces were gleaming, drawing us into the rich comforts of the leather furniture, deep carpeting and festive fire in the hearth.

Heather ushered Gary and me through the dining room, down the hall and into the sumptuous guest bedroom with its adjoining bath. There were our uniforms for the evening, bright red, silk bow ties and plush waiter towels.

Gary and I each took a deep breath and removed our clothes while Heather relaxed on the antique reclining chair, watching. This is the first time she had seen Gary and me nude.

Heather, smiling her sincere appreciation at the sight of two robust males willing to yield to her every demand, ushered us into the bath. There she informed Gary and I of our first submission for the evening. Heather required both of us to completely purge and cleanse ourselves both externally and internally. 

For the latter requirement we were directed to a beautiful porcelain alcove containing a supple metal hose with a brilliant chrome nozzle. The nozzle was in the form of an aroused phallus, approximately nine inches long with an inch and one half diameter. At the head of this dildo/douche the glans was formed by a semi-soft plastic that became engorged when the water began flowing. Gary went hesitantly forward and began lavishly applying the lubrication cream to his anal passage using both hands and fingers. As he reached for the pole he was startled by a sudden gush of hot water that struck him full in the face and chest. Heather laughed loudly as she displayed the remote she had until this moment kept secret. 

Grasping the dildo by the base Gary then squatted in the alcove and gently massaged the tip past his puckered hole. Once the head was inserted the following six inches followed smoothly and quickly. He cried out a note of shock and pleasure as Heather flooded his deepest cavity with a wave of hot liquid. Immediately Gary's own manhood came into full glory forming a turgid erection between his thighs. 

Within seconds Gary's anal muscles were overwhelmed and a brown wave burst forth from his ass. Gradually the torrent faded to pale tan until it finally ran crystal clear. Only then did Heather release the pressure and allow Gary the luxury of removing the douche and releaving himself of the residual water. As his rectum drained he shot an arching stream of golden juices from his engorged penis. As the flow diminished, so did his erection.

Following Gary I knew what to expect, at least I thought I did. Heather had a surprise waiting for me, however. As I inserted the tool and tried to relax I was shocked by the force of the pressure flooding my bowels. In addition, Heather was cleansing me with frigid water, not the hot douche I had been prepared to receive. Immediately I began to tremble all over from the shock of this icy douche. Because of the ingenious material used to form the head of this device it could not be removed once it was engorged. 

Only after the water began to run clear did Heather relent. She slowly brought the temperature of the water to tepid, then warm and finally scalding. As the temperature increased so did my arousal, until I was finally so intensely erect that my prick pointed upward at a forty-five degree angle, pulsing with each purging wave from my rectum. Satisfied that I was now hot and ready, Heather stopped the flow. Removal of the douche allowed me to purge my cavity and simultaneously initiated the flow of my urine allowing me the same unrestricted release of fluids Gary had experienced. My release was so complete I had to lie on the floor of the chamber allowing the piss to run over my abdomen and chest. It took several minutes for me to return to earth.

We took turns in the shower. While Gary enjoyed the hot spray I went to the counter where I found a full set of grooming equipment. Heather watched and supervised as I carefully shaved and trimmed every hair. She required that I pay special attention to the grooming of my pubic areas. 

When Gary emerged from the shower she had me attend to the grooming of his posterior, right down to trimming the hairs around his still puckered asshole. Satisfied with my work on Gary Heather released me. She directed me to the entrance onto the tile and under the torrent issuing forth from the three showerheads, one on each wall excluding the entry wall. 

This had to be the most luxurious shower I have ever encountered. The water was deliciously hot and exciting across my flesh. Never have I had the sensuous pleasure of full immersion in a shower before. My first and strongest impulse was to touch myself and bring on a complete and crashing climax, but I couldn't, not before the party had even begun.

Forcing myself to focus on the immediate task of getting ready I dutifully soaped and rinsed every inch of myself from the soles of my feet to the last hair on my head. As I emerged, sparkling, Heather had Gary perform the same ministrations on my backside. It was very awkward having a man handle me so intimately with a woman so closely and intently monitoring the process. Nonetheless I found that I couldn't help but enjoy the experience. When Gary had completed my grooming Heather handed me a soft towel, still hot from the dryer.

Returning to the bedroom, Gary and I donned our "uniforms." Heather spent several minutes walking around and inspecting us until she was satisfied that we were properly outfitted for the evening. She then took our street clothes and, with a nasty grin, told us that if we did an excellent job we might be allowed them for our departure in the morning.

Gary and I looked each other over, swallowed hard and nodded together. We both knew we were fully committed to the evening at this point.

Off we went to set the table and begin preparations for the meal. In the kitchen we took out the fresh crab and began cracking the shells and filling a huge bowl with the sweet, pink meat. In the middle was a smaller bowl of bright red cocktail sauce surrounded by bright yellow lemon wedges.

Next we diced the imported Italian tomatoes and put them in a pot with extra virgin olive oil to reduce into a sweet and tangy sauce for the pasta.

Then we shelled twelve dozen shrimp, arranging them in a darker, heavier cocktail sauce on beds of dark green lettuce.

Onto the table in the living room went the crab. In the dining room the plates, bowls and silver were laid and just as we lit the final candle we heard the chimes announcing our first guests.

With enormous excitement and some trepidation we approached the door. Gary stood to the side, hands clasped behind, as I approached the handle. Heather stood back and smiled broadly and proudly.

As I drew the door inward we were greeted by a party of two tall, elegant ladies and a gentleman of great distinction in full evening attire. As they looked up their surprise was complete and an awkward moment was captured as Heather snapped a photograph and burst into laughter.

This had the effect of immediately placing our guests at their ease. They joined Heather's merriment, entered the foyer and handed their coats to Gary and I as they admonished Heather for giving them such a delicious shock. They had expected something but had not been prepared for this. They were obviously pleased and settled in comfortably to enjoy the evening and the arrival of the next guests. They didn't have long to linger.

No sooner had Gary and I seen to the comfort of the first three and served them a glass of sherry, a martini and a manhatten than the chimes rang out again.

This time Gary and I were ready for Heather's unusual greeting and as he swept the door open Gary pivoted for the full benefit of the camera. The two couples on the doorstep reacted just as the previous party. They were shocked, embarrassed and immediately amused at Heather's greeting and her serving staff for the evening.

Over the course of the next hour and a half this scene repeated itself often and always with the exactly desired effect. In the end every guest was present and enjoying the company, food and beverages. Our evening was off to a smashing success.

Chapter 3: Dinner Is Served

As the clock struck eight Heather announced that dinner was ready for all of her guests and opened the oak double doors leading into the dining hall. Where before the guests had enjoyed distant senses of delectable odors they were now engulfed by the full gale of warm breads, sweet meats, hot soups, stews, vegetables and fresh tangy sauces in their blended glory.

Gary and I stood in the entrance now sporting soft, white silk aprons tied at the small of the back and matching white gloves. The room was lit in soft reds and ambers with pools of brightness focused on the long, laden table fading to deep dusk at the walls. Jazz wafted from every corner giving a sense of having the musicians playing in a circle, directing all of their energy inward toward you.

On the table there were thirty-seven places set, all marked with an amazing variety of personal sex toys. Each dildo, pump, set of beads, vibrator, cock-ring, egg, plug, etc… bore the moniker of the person entitled to that setting. In all there were eighteen male devices and eighteen for the females. Only Heather's place, at the head of the table, was not marked by a device. 

As the guests found their places they admired their gifts and began exchanging with those nearby so that they could closely inspect and admire the objects each had received. Many ribald conversations and comments were forthcoming, followed by some very good-natured kidding and teasing. By the time the first glass of wine had been consumed and the soup bowls were being collected there were a number of quieter discussions around the table regarding the relative merits of the devices. Often there were thoughtful, some obviously knowledgeable, suggestions for alternate uses.

After clearing their palates with sorbet, salads were served along with Maine lobster, shelled and swimming in shallow bowls of melted butter. White wine was at every hand and the conversations became more muted. The room dimmed very slightly and the music softened to a slower, sweeter tempo.

Again sorbet was followed by the main course. Thick, succulent steaks sizzled into the room, prepared to the explicit directions from each guest. Accompanying was garlic mashed potatoes with thick, rich brown gravy, fresh, sweet corn covered with butter cream, asparagus in hollandaise sauce, Spring peas in a garlic sauce, candied yams and spicy bowls of aspic. Bread and rolls were abundant in every imaginable variety with every form of butter, spread and cheese. A dark red Italian with exquisite bouquet was lavished on every guest.

Once all were served the lights dropped slightly again and the music grew more sultry. On each wall the light began to brighten and four slide shows began simultaneously, showing each guest at the moment of their arrival that evening. Gary and I, each momentarily idle from serving duties, stood and relished in our greetings and enjoying the succession of expressions on the faces of Heather's guests. My attention was drawn to the front of Gary's apron which began to form a slight tent. Looking down I realized my tent was even more obvious.

As we began clearing the table once more the guests were beginning to enjoy candid shots from the evening. These shots seemed to have been mysteriously taken as nobody remembered a camera or any flash and virtually every one was centered around either Gary or me serving the guests.

Dessert was served and soon the guests were treated to a variety of hot, fresh fruit cobblers, warm cakes, cool ices and chilled sparkling sweet wine. Gary and I had removed our aprons for this course and were serving in only ties and gloves. 

Abruptly conversations around the table stopped and as we looked we saw each guest was ignoring the delights on the table and were focusing intently on the walls. The slide shows had been replaced and the music had dropped into a more intense, throbbing note. On each wall, large screens displayed in full color a film of Gary and I from the moment of our arrival that afternoon. Apparently Heather had a full crew of extraordinary technicians who had, in the matter of hours, taken and produced a video which explicitly, provocatively and erotically captured our preparations from a variety of mixing techniques and angles.

As we stood astonished and transfixed Heather approached, took our hands and led us to one end of the room onto a slightly elevated platform. There she turned us to face the table and, still keeping us in her grasp waited patiently. She whispered softly to each of us asking if we were now prepared to truly serve our guests as she had intended all along. We both mutely nodded our total agreement and abandoned all inhibitions.

The video ended with alternating scenes of Gary and I pissing ourselves soft and collapsing in the porcelain bidet. Every last guest spontaneously erupted in exclamations of delight and pleasure. A spot light enveloped the three of us and silence fell again as all turned. 

Heather asked if all had enjoyed the evening to this point, an inquiry that probably wasn't required and resulted in another chorus of glee. She then turned to each of us and asked if we were enjoying providing the entertainment tonight. Gary and I both enthusiastically exclaimed that we were. Heather then asked if we wished to continue the show. Of course, we happily agreed.

Heather announced that our performance could proceed. She then took our hands, which she still held, and placed each directly and firmly onto the manhood of our partner. She told each of us to grasp the others tool and explained to all that we would now perform mutual masturbation for their pleasure. 

At once the guests began to shout their delight and encouragement leaving Gary and I no choice, not that either of us actually desired any other direction at that moment. We had both been keyed to bursting for a week, had restrained every urge all evening and were delirious at the opportunity to perform before a group so enthralled by our urges. This moment went beyond any fantasy I had ever harbored for public displays of self-pleasure. It more than fulfilled my every exhibitionist and masturbation craving. In my wildest moments of self indulgence I had never conceived of one so perfect and exquisite as me bringing another man to climax while he did the same for me in front of a group of impassioned men and women who were obviously connoisseurs of the arts of sex.

Chapter 4: Dessert and Other Delicacies

Gary and I had been roommates for a little over a year. We met when I answered his ad in a local paper. Gary was looking for a roommate. I needed a room. Having recently moved into the area Gary took me in and introduced me to the local pleasures, including many of his beautiful lady friends. 

Gary left a magazine in the living room one day. I found it when I arrived home and began to leaf through, enjoying the beautiful, erotic photographs and becoming immersed in the stories. As I heard his key in the lock I placed the magazine back on the table and tried to arrange myself comfortably as he entered. He took one glance at my awkward countenance and then at the table and began to laugh. He picked up the magazine, opened it and began to read aloud. The story described a pair of friends enjoying beer, a hot tub and a good magazine together. He looked up at me, smiled, went to the kitchen and returned with two cold bottles. We sat, drank and shared the stories. Afterward we went to our rooms and jacked to climax separately. 

We continued to share this pleasure and gradually we became more comfortable together. Soon we began to stroke as we read. It wasn't long until we would masturbate together. As one read the other would please himself to climax. The magazine would then be handed across and the roles reversed. We would often repeat this process two or three times in an evening until our base urges were satiated. Until tonight we had never actually touched each other in this manner.




The Dinner Party



Things were going well. The party was moving along pretty well, drinks and people mingling. There was plenty of food in the kitchen. Becca had been wonderful, keeping glasses full and plates either covered in food or cleaned up and in the kitchen. Ashley had been the perfect hostess, making sure that spirits, as well as other things, were high. She was dressed well, but not to kill. She knew this was a big opportunity for me to get in good with the bosses, holding the end of Summer party at our place.

One thing that thankfully had occurred to us before the party was how do we explain Becca? I mean, you can't just tell you boss, 'Hey, boss. This is my wife and this is our girlfriend. Would you like some chips?' It just doesn't work that way. We finally decided against cousin, wife's sister and college friend and went with housekeeper. Becca didn't seem to like it that much, but she went along, just to keep us happy.

Anyway, like I said, the party was wearing well, though I was trying hard to keep everyone entertained. My stories got around at the office, so I didn't have much to tell at the party. Ashley, bless her heart was doing well in my place as I kept moving and going back and forth to the kitchen to make sure everything was okay and to get more food or drink. Becca kept kicking me out of the kitchen, saying that it was the housekeeper's job to run the kitchen. She had one of those looks in her eye that said we were going to have a talk later.

Later on in the evening, people were making polite goodbyes and making their way out to their cars. I looked around as the crowd thinned a bit, looking for my wife. She was curiously absent from the scene. I found Becca talking to Jack, one of our best clients. He was three times her age, but I could see he was trying to put some moves on her. I politely interrupted and asked Becca if she had seen Ashley. Becca said the last place she saw her was going into the kitchen. I thanked her, said hi to Jack and headed for the kitchen. Ashley was there, massaging her legs.

"Hey, babe. You okay?" She said she was and that she shouldn't have worn heels tonight. I comforted her and thanked her for her sacrifice. She smiled and said that it was okay, just that her legs hurt. She kicked off her heels and leaned against the island we use for drinks and salads. I asked her if she wanted me to massage her legs and she nodded yes, still leaned against the counter.

I moved behind her and reached down her sides and started massaging her legs. She gave a little moan and I felt her muscles start to relax. Unfortunately, this had the side effect of making a muscle of mine tighten. I moved back slightly so as not to bump her with it, but then I couldn't reach her legs as well. I did as well as I could, but I'm not sure how good that was. I asked if there was anywhere else. She quietly said that her behind hurt, too. This put me in a serious quandary.

First, I wanted to free my cock and take her there in the kitchen, but second, my bosses and their wives were out in the living room, which kind of precluded the massage. How would it look if my boss walked in and I was taking my wife on the island? Not good, I would think. I put my hands on her behind, but stood well away from her, trying to resist temptation. Luckily, both of my arms are about three inches longer than they should be, so it was a little easier to resist. Not much, but at that point, I'd take what I could get.

Luckily, whether good or bad luck depended on your perspective, Becca stepped into the kitchen and took a look at us and smiled. I shook my head and she told me that Mr. Calloway, my boss of bosses was leaving and that he wanted to say goodbye. I reluctantly released my wife's ass and walked by Becca, who had a smile and a twinkle in her eye. I just shook my head and went by her.

As I entered the living room, Mr. Calloway, a large rotund man, was struggling into a jacket that would've camouflaged an entire Army unit. Still, he was my Lord on High, so I helped him into his coat. We shook hands and I said I'd see him on Monday. He grunted and I showed him to the door. Before he departed, he asked where I had disappeared to. I explained that Ashley wasn't feeling quite well and that I had just been checking on her. He looked at me to see if I was lying, which I was, but I looked him right back in the eye. He held my gaze for several seconds and then nodded his head, grabbing his hat from the coat rack and stepping out into the night. I leaned against the door frame and sighed, returning to the rest of my guests.

Everyone that was left were actual friends, as well as coworkers or clients. We decided that now that the boss was gone, that things could loosen up a little. We ordered up some pizza and grabbed a movie from the shelf, rearranging the furniture. Becca, to my surprise hadn't changed her dress and was still sitting with Jack, either not knowing or not caring that he was staring down her dress while trying to put his hand up it. She caught my eye and smiled, letting me know that she knew what was up. I shook my head a little and dimmed the lights. Only after a couple of minutes did I realize Ashley had not come out of the kitchen.

I excused myself from the group and headed for the kitchen. Ashley was still there rubbing her legs. I asked if she was going to come out and watch the movie. She said no, but that she was still waiting for that massage I started earlier. I smiled and looked at the door. I looked back at her and she smiled. I smiled back and made my way behind her again, rubbing her behind with hands and the hard shaft of my cock, which was still being held in check by my pants. She moaned again, this time it wasn't because I was releasing stress.

I ground myself into her and she pushed back, trapping my stiffness behind her rock hard ass cheeks. I reached under her dress and felt her wetness under her black panties that I couldn't see, but knew were under there because they matched the dress. She arched her back slightly as I touched her sensitive clit. I rubbed it through the fabric, causing her to grip the edge of the counter and push herself into my hand. I ran my hand up her back and then dragged my nails down her exposed skin, something I knew she loved. I heard her sharp intake of breath and knew that I had to have her right there.

I kept my hand on her nub and used the other to undo the belt I was wearing and the button and zipper of my pants. Ashley looked back as she heard my zipper come down. I pulled out my shaft and began stroking it where she could see it. She licked her lips and I pushed my head into her wetness, causing her eyes to close and her breathing through her nose. I eased myself into her, holding onto her hips. I buried myself into her, she pushing back into me. I started moving back and forth slowly, but she shook her head and growled the word 'Faster.' I shrugged and started moving faster. She shook her head again and muttered 'Harder.' I shrugged again and gave it to her harder. I was slamming her harder, almost squashing her between the island and my crotch, but that was definitely what she wanted. When ever she got really turned on, with the possibility of getting caught, she liked it hard and fast and I was certainly happy to give it to her that way.

She grunted as she swayed back and forth against the island, her breasts dragging along it's surface. I had to fight the urge to give her nice round ass a smack, as that would draw attention from the living room, no matter how much we both enjoyed it. I could see her face starting to turn pink, though I couldn't tell if it was from approaching orgasm or if she was just not breathing the way she sometimes does.

For the next five minutes, which felt like five days, I pumped away, hard and fast, just like she said. Finally, I exploded inside her, my cum rushing into her hole like it was the end of the world. My vision went sparkley as I held onto her hips, not moving at all, except for trying to catch my breath. We separated reluctantly, kissing each other. I asked her if NOW she wanted to go to the movie with the others. She said sure and that she'd be along shortly. I nodded, cleaned myself up and headed out to the living room.

I entered the living room and apologized to everyone for being late, that Ashley was feeling better and would be joining us shortly. I took a seat in the back and noticed that Becca was looking at me from across the room. I turned and looked at her, noticing that Jack had one hand in the side of her dress and the other quite firmly under the hem. I shook my head and watched as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

Ashley came in a couple of minutes later having changed her clothes and sat on my lap. We watched the movie curled up together, occasionally copping feels or secret touches of each other.

The movie ended and everyone decided that it was time to go. There was a quick cleanup with trash cans being handed around and dishes being stacked in the sink. I thanked everyone for coming and we said our 'see you Monday's. As everyone was ushered out the door, I couldn't help but notice that Jack hadn't been among the passersby. I figured I just missed him. Ashley and I embraced in the doorway. We held that pose for a moment, then heard noises coming from the den. We looked at each other and walked over to the door. What I saw through the crack in the door surprised me to no end.

There was Becca bent over the back of the small couch, her dress up over her beautiful ass, with Jack behind her. Now, Jack is a little runt of a man. One of the nicest guys you'd ever want to meet, but not much to look at, really. But when he pulled out of her from behind, he had what looked like a mule dick between his legs. He just kept pulling out and pulling out and it had to be as thick as my forearm. He pulled almost all the way out, I'm guessing, and then rammed the whole thing back in, causing Becca to yelp. He then started a forceful in and out motion, holding Becca's rounded hips in his little hands.

This went on for some time, Ashley looking through the crack in the doorway, with the top of her head just below my chin. I could tell she was getting turned on again, probably as much as I was. She grabbed my hardening shaft through my pants, keeping her eyes on the scene in front of us. I reached around her and grabbed her breasts through her shirt and could feel her nipple already hard. She inhaled quietly as I squeezed.

Jack kept up a rapid pace in and out of Becca. Her eyes had were closed and she was trying to keep from yelling as she orgasmed. We could still hear her moans from behind her hand. They joined with my own as Ashley wriggled her hand into my pants and was stroking my cock quickly. Jack pulled out his enormous cock and started smacking Becca's ass with it. We could see it leaving small pools of her juice being left on her ass cheek. He did this four or five times and then buried himself to the hilt with one quick thrust, almost knocking Becca over the back of the couch.

Jack thrust a few more times and then grunted while Becca squealed and pushed back against him. He kept hammering Becca with his monster, slowing his pace, but thrusting harder. He gasped and then fell forward, holding himself up with trembling arms. He pushed himself into her once more and then pulled out of her, his large cock bobbing in front of him. Becca collapsed completely over the back of the couch. We could see her eyes fluttering behind her lids.

Jack stood, gathering up his clothes and we realized that we were behind the door, my hand up Ashley's shirt, her hand in my pants. We straightened up as quickly as we could and took seats in the living room, in view of the door, but not where we could see through the crack.

Jack stepped out of the den as Ashley and I were taking sips of our drinks. I looked up at him and smiled. "Jack. I didn't know you were still here. I figured you left with everyone else."

"Nope. I was in the other room with Becca, getting to know her better. I better get going. I'll see you later." Jack showed himself out and Ashley and I began to laugh as the door shut. When we heard Jack's car start and pull out of the driveway, Ashley lunged to the floor and shoved her hand down my pants again. I had started to soften as we scrambled to get decent, but there was nothing stopping me now. I was hard in an instant and getting harder as Ashley started sucking me harder than she had in a while.

It didn't take me long at all, maybe a couple of minutes. Just thinking about Becca getting impaled on that massive cock had me ready to explode. I looked down at Ashley and she smiled up at me, he freckles dancing on her face. She put her hand on my thighs and I took my cock in my hand and starting jerking off while she kept bobbing the head. After about a dozen strokes, I nodded to her and she nodded back. I groaned and let go with my second orgasm in as many hours. Ashley sucked it all into her mouth and swallowed it quickly and then went to work with her hand, getting all the drops out of me she could.

I deflated and sank into my chair with Ashley finishing up and leaning her head against my leg. I was about to suggest we head for bed, to sleep, when we head a moan from the other room. We looked at each other and started heading for the den, having completely forgotten about Becca.

We got to the den and Becca was trying to push herself off the couch, but wasn't having much luck. Ashley and I helped her up and asked if she thought she could walk. She looked at me, her eyes glazed over and mumbled yes. We let her go and she took a step, only to have her legs give out. Luckily, we grabbed her again and then I carried her up to our bedroom and sat her on the bed. We removed her dress and tucked her under the covers. We undressed and joined her, all of us falling into a blissful sleep.



The Dinner Party



My buddy's eyes crawled hungrily across my slave's virtually naked chest. I'd seen them flirting at the last party, seen his reaction when she'd sat upon his lap, seen where his hands had gone. I'd spoken with her about it afterwards, and I knew that she had as much sexual interest in him as he in her. Hence why I'd arranged this little dinner party, a motivation that she had initially expected; when I'd chosen the completely sheer off-shoulder black lace top for her wardrobe on this night, combined with her shortest form-fitting black miniskirt, an item which didn't fully descend below the bottom curve of her buttocks, she'd known without a doubt what I had planned this evening. Her bare ass had been quite effectively exposed as we'd watched her finish dinner preparations that evening and serve us, and her creamy breasts with their lovingly molded and painstakingly shaped, jutting raspberry nipples had been swaying before his eyes beneath their barely-existent covering all evening. The food had done little to sate his growing hunger, and the wine that followed dinner had loosened his inhibitions to the point that he no longer even tried to conceal his appreciative gaze.

Now, why would I arrange an evening such as this one was destined to be, you might ask? You see, there are few pleasures as rarefied as requiring one's lover to go utterly against her own grain. That submission which is truly savored is an unwilling submission, for anyone can submit to something that they independently desire to do. It is in requiring someone to do that which they would never choose that one tastes the most delicate flavors of submission. My slave was an utterly modest woman, which allowed me to derive great joy from forcing her to dress in a shamelessly exhibitionistic manner in public at all times, allowing me to feast constantly upon the spectacle of her struggle to cope with her near-nakedness. Similarly, she was sexually conservative and would never dream of what she knew was in store for her on this evening, never dream of being reduced to a slutty sexual dessert, a rutting party-favor. Hence, she would be a sexual service slut on this night, and that knowledge had dripped from her eyes and run down her inner thigh all evening. (She might not like what I had in mind, but the depth of her submission reduced her to a puddle.)

I was relishing the act of stretching the evening out, allowing the anticipation to maintain the flush of her cheeks; nervous anticipation is a special spice. It gave her time to think about what might lie ahead, gave the difficulty of submission the opportunity to grow, allowed her struggle to deepen, allowed me to drink the process from her eyes as dinner was slowly completed and we adjourned to the living room, full wine glasses in our hands.

I directed her to lead the way as we traversed the length of the apartment, with Bob right behind her. It was what was known as a "railroad", meaning that the rooms were laid out linearly, one after the other, with a continuous corridor from one end to the other. I'd instructed her not to adjust her skirt unless told to do so by me, which meant that it was riding very high on her ample ass by this time, pretty much to her expansive hips, leaving her white, shining ass largely uncovered and swaying in front of him as we made the transit. I knew that he couldn't help but to be responding to the sight, with plenty of time to look.

On our arrival in the living room, I directed Bob and my slave to take a seat on the couch while I put some blues on the computer. My slave, much as she was dreading what she knew to be coming, knew her place well and motioned him to sit at one end, taking her place in the middle of the couch. As I turned from the computer, I noted with satisfaction that her clinging stretch miniskirt had pretty much continued its inexorable march towards her waist when she had sat down, leaving her shaved ivory loins and ruby cleft clearly visible between her parted legs (I require her to keep her knees no less than 12 inches apart at all times when seated). Her jutting, mist-covered raspberry nipples and the glistening cream descending from that crimson cleft and sparkling down her inner thighs betrayed her, showing me that, though her mind may be struggling with the events of this night, her body was responding as expected.

I relished the small-talk which followed as we drank a couple more glasses apiece of wine and talked about the music, dinner, politics, and the myriad subjects of normalcy as we sat within that prurient tableau. Jean struggled for normalcy as Bob became increasingly comfortable, allowing his eyes to roam with less and less restraint upon her virtually-naked form. The large, thick couch/floor-pillows at either end of our futon made the fit for three people rather intimate, and the spread of Jean's knees made it even more so, especially as I made no effort to conserve space at my end; it wasn't long before his hand was firmly ensconced upon the thigh which pressed against him as we talked. I stretched the moment, drinking in the flush of my slave's cheeks and the palpable, anxious anticipation that was radiating from her face and her loins, spreading in a dark puddle upon the fabric beneath her.

Bob's eyes followed me as I changed the CD, and I could tell that he was looking for guidance. I smiled to myself as I lingered over the act, taking more time than really necessary to decide upon the CD I'd had planned all the time, pausing twice to let my smiling gaze flow across my slave's exposed body and the hand upon its thigh for Bob's benefit. No reason to be shy, my gaze said. It, I decided as the blues began to ripple anew across the room, was time.

As I returned to my seat, I instructed my slave, my wife, to fetch and open for us another bottle of wine from the kitchen. I knew without looking, as I watched her depart, that Bob's eyes were pulled as if by a magnet by her bouncing buttocks as she went upon her way, her skirt having completed its migration and quite pleasingly bunched about her waist by now. "How're you doing?" I asked, turning to him with a smile.

"Just fine," was his somewhat embarrassed reply. I could tell that he wasn't sure what the appropriate response might be.

"I do love that outfit and what it does," I said, breaking the ice explicitly for the first time. "It rides up so nicely."

There was a tangible release of tension as he replied. "I definitely approve. It's very sexy. You don't mind ...?"

"Not at all. That's what it's for. If I minded, I wouldn't have picked it out. I know you're attracted to her. That was clear at my birthday party."

We sat in silence until her return. The vision was even better from this side. Her skirt had ridden into a wide belt of midnight about her waist, leaving her obscenely naked and inviting from the waist down. From the waist up, the ethereal black mist of her top left her almost more naked than naked, and the swollen peaks of her large, manicured, erect nipples were at prominent attention.

I rose as she entered, offering her my empty wineglass to fill. As she straightened from filling Bob's glass, I leaned into her ear. "Undress," was all I whispered.

She acted as if she hadn't heard me and sat down. Raising one eyebrow, I followed. I took a sip of my wine before reacting. Bob's hand was already upon her upper thigh as I placed my lips against her ear and insisted. "Stand up and undress now. Put your clothes across the back of the chair by your desk. You will already be punished tomorrow for hesitating. Don't make it worse." The stiffening of her body showed that she understood the situation. I knew her. She would try to push any situation, even though - or maybe because of it - she would lose respect if she could get away with it. She'd been testing her limits, and tomorrow's punishment would settle the issue. She knew it would be severe, because she knew that disobedience of a direct order was not permitted. In the back of my mind, I suspected that she wanted the punishment, and that its expectation made her obedience at this moment easier. She needed to feel her unfreedom, her inability to choose or to refuse.

The short, full alabaster form rose from the futon, somewhat unsteadily from the wine (my slave didn't have much tolerance for alcohol, and I knew that she was nearing her limit). Showing that she understood full well my intent, she faced Bob as she pulled her skirt down across porcelain hips and thighs to access its zipper. Without hesitation, her shining eyes locked on his, she drew it down and worked the glistening fabric down her thighs. Stepping out of the now-useless fabric, she carried it across the room to lay it across the chair before returning to stand once again before him as she pulled the stretching lace of her top above her head, freeing her swaying, creamy breasts with the ruby tips that stretched insistently towards him. Bob was entranced as he watched the naked, raven-tressed nymph carry the tiny scrap of lace over to her chair and then return, swaying, glistening, dressed for only one purpose.

Smiling anxiously, she sat again between us. I lost no time breaking the ice as I spread her legs and buried two fingers into the burning, dripping cleft between them, pumping them slowly in and out for his benefit as she instantly began to moan. Bob turned himself toward her, taking her left breast in his right hand as his mouth descended upon hers. Her juices were a river coating my hand as he began to play with her nipple, though far more gently than she was used to. I buried a third finger in my slave's drenched hole and began to probe and massage the tender tissues within with my hand, grasping at her burning liquid walls. She began to buck upon my hand, seeking desperately to fuck herself upon the digits that had ceased to pump into her. Bob drew back from her face to feast for a smiling moment upon the lusting vision she had become, before dropping his mouth upon her right nipple and sucking hard upon it as he continued to knead the purplish nub upon her left breast.

Jean's face was glowing, visible now above Bob's head, arched backwards, her unseeing eyes fixed upon the ceiling, her mouth slack and open as she alternated between moans and grunts. Bob's right hand began to crawl slowly down her torso, its moist destination clear, so I relinquished my soft, fluid prize and redirected my attentions to the now-lonely nipple as his digits buried themselves within her molten tunnel.

Bob's face shifted as he felt me begin to pull upon her left breast. He couldn't look away as I silently showed him the capacity of the swollen red flesh upon that breast. I took the nipple rough and tight between my thumb and the side of my index finger, pinching tight and rolling at the same time, forcing a long, low guttural moan from my slave's lips. There was no mistaking, as the flesh spread beneath my grip, that I was holding nothing back, placing all of my thumb-strength into it. Then, his eyes still locked upon my hand, I stretched the purple flesh high towards the ceiling, pulling her chest with me, lifting her chest into an arc as she struggled to yield to the merciless levitation of that fleshy handle that I loved to torment. The anguished moan of pleasure that rolled from her thrown-back mouth told Bob precisely what it was that she loved. A sharp gasp followed as I released the nipple with a snap.

Free of my pinioning hand, Jean pivoted herself upon Bob's probing fingers, rolling to her right and coming to rest straddling his lap. He took the now massively-awoken left nipple in his mouth and sucked it as hard as he could as I renewed my demonstration upon her right nipple, wet with his suckling. His eyes were wide as he watched me pinch, twist, and stretch that flesh without mercy, as he heard the moans of pleasure-pain and saw her purposely pull against the clamp my hand had become, purposely increasing her own torment. Finally, he removed his mouth from her breast to speak. "Do you like that?"

"Oh, yes, very much!" was her gasped response, precisely what I had been trying to force her to reveal to my friend. "I love it!"

I turned the care of her savaged, yearning nipple over to Bob's left hand, now, and rose from the couch to take my stand behind the ass which was pumping with total abandon of modesty, decency, or inhibition upon the digits buried within her pussy, smiling at the puddle of dripping fluids forming slowly on the floor beneath that flaming cleft. "Aahhh!" burst from her as I began spanking those jiggling alabaster buttocks. Her bucking intensified as the red welts of my fingers spread across her flesh, shockingly bright in contrast to her paleness.

"Oh, yes, please, harder," she begged. I didn't know if she was talking to me or to Bob, but I redoubled my efforts until both cheeks were fully covered with glowing crimson.

Moving to her side, I could see that Bob had his mouth once again upon her right nipple, this time biting at it and stretching it long and hard between clasping teeth. I reached my right hand around her loins, sliding it into her crotch and beginning to agitate her swollen clit with my middle finger as he continued to pump into her. With my left hand, I continued to beat her hot, burning red ass as I slowly teased her into climax with my ministrations to her clit.

A long, slow scream emerged from her throat as a face long hung-forward over Bob's head, hidden beneath a curtain of long, dark hair, surged back and gave voice to her orgasm. End of phase one, I thought, as I stepped away from my handiwork and gave her my dripping finger to clean with her mouth and tongue.

I took a moment to sip my wine and admired the now-still tableau as my wife slumped upon Bob, her body still trembling from exertion and orgasm, my handiwork blazing upon her ass. I waited as they exchanged a long, deep kiss. I saw her hand descend to the bulge between his legs and I heard the metallic grind of a zipper.

She looked at me, lust dripping from her eyes like the juices glistening upon the floor beneath her. "Get on your hands and knees on the couch, your ass towards me," I instructed. Unhesitatingly, she did as instructed, any inhibition now long, long gone. Her movement revealed the swollen pillar of flesh that she had released from Bob's pants, now open wide at the waist. The position I had directed her to assume put her head directly above the furious pole emerging from his pants, and she instantly understood my intent; her hungry mouth descended upon his cock as he watched, slack-jawed and entranced.

Taking my position behind her, I pushed her legs apart and slid my long-erect cock finally into the moist, dark cavern of her pussy, thrusting deep and hard to bury myself with one brutal thrust, which her hips slammed backwards to meet. Her mouth sunk deeper, devouring the root of Bob's erection as I began to impale her groin in long, slamming thrusts. The sound of moans choked back into my slave's throat reached back to me, and I was determined to bring her to full, screaming abandon.

I removed my thrusting cock from her dripping hole for a moment, burying two fingers of my right hand and rotating them to coat them well with her plentiful lubricant. Slamming my cock back into her, I buried those fingers without ceremony or warning all the way within her brown, puckered asshole. Finger-fucking her ass as my cock slammed her pussy, I reached around her torso with my right hand and took her left nipple cruelly in my left hand. I stretched her nipple as hard and taut towards her waist as I could, pinioning it so that each brutal thrust of my cock, each slam of my body into hers, brutally forced her body to surge against her imprisoned nipple, pounding her nipple as I pounded her ass and pussy.

I could from Bob's face and hear from his gasping grunts that he was coming close to orgasm. Removing my fingers from the dark tunnel of my slave's ass, I reached around her with my right hand and began to massage the swollen nub within her inflamed slit. Bob's hands shoved Jean's mouth into his crotch, impaling her mouth as he furiously shot his load into her throat with a roar. I redoubled the intensity of my attack upon her clit and her pussy, twisting the stretched and agonized nipple at the same time. Just as Bob released the back her head, Jean's mouth came off his cock, still dripping his come from her lips as she screamed a long, loud, bestial orgasm into the air of the room. The animal roar with which she came showed that I had achieved my goal on this night, had successfully reduced her to a fucking, pure sexual animal without restraint or inhibition, without pride or shame.

A long period ensued during which Bob and I sandwiched a shaking, creature of lust between us, holding her as her trembling ceased and rational consciousness returned, holding her as tears of ecstasy coursed down her cheeks and she thanked us both over and over. "She's yours to do with as you choose any time you want. You see how she likes it.," were my only words during that time.

One final glass of wine finally concluded the evening. As Bob prepared to leave, I drove home one last time to my slave the way in which her life had changed on this night. "You understand that you are Bob's to use as he wishes, anytime and anyplace, from now on, don't you?"

"Yes, Master, I do. However, whenever, wherever he wants," she replied, sitting on the couch with her legs spread wide, her loins glistening and inflamed, his come still glistening on her cheek and hanging upon her neck and chest.

It had been a great night, and it was just the beginning.



The Dinner Party



I am nervous as I approach your door. The bus was late and I had to run to get here by the appointed hour. I glance at my watch, I did well-I even have a minute or two to cool down and wipe the perspiration away. It wouldn't do to arrive looking anything less than perfect!

I press the bell and wait, wondering exactly what this evening holds. Before long the door opens and, smiling, you invite me in. You are wearing a very soft, luxurious robe. Obviously you are not yet ready for the dinner party. I begin to suspect that I will be helping you prepare.

As the door closes, you stand there, the smile gone, waiting. I understand, and so very quickly remove all of my clothing, my watch, everything. I place all of it into the box you keep near the door for this purpose, having first removed the large collar. I then lock the chest and turn to kneel before you, head down, offering you the key and collar.

You take them and I hear you hiding the key. I am now totally in your control, unable to leave. I must await your pleasure and serve you well! Your cool hand raises my head and I stretch my neck up to allow you to place the collar around it. It feels so good, this sign of your ownership of me. I know that until you remove it my only responsibilities are to obey swiftly and completely, and to try to anticipate your needs before you have to vocalize them.

You raise me up and lead me through the house to your bathroom. With a glance, you indicate that you need a shower, so I start the water, adjusting the temperature to that just-hotter-than-warm setting you prefer. You stand waiting until I come up behind you and hold your robe as you step out of it and into the shower. Now we are both without clothes, but, somehow, you still retain the mastery here-you are nude, I am naked!

A hand summons me and I go to the far end of the shower and get in. Your back is to me as I take the shampoo and begin to work it into your hair. This is so hard: watching you luxuriate under the shower, rubbing your hair, I cannot avoid getting an erection, but I know I will be punished if it touches you now or if, God forbid!, I should come. Somehow I manage to stand back and continue with your ablutions. I am almost undone, however, when you turn around and hand me the soap. How can I lather your torso-your breasts, your pussy-and not get too distracted? I know you will not allow me to avert or close my eyes: This is one of your tests. I run the soap over you, then follow with my hands, generating a good lather, massaging your taut body. I want to beg you to let me stop and yet I want it to continue forever!

Eventually you turn around and I work on your back. This is easier-not a lot, but enough. Then, as you rinse, I get out and stand ready with your towel. I wrap you tightly as you step out of the shower and then add another towel to your hair. You smile at me and then walk to your bedroom. I, of course, follow. It is clear I am to be your "maid" and help you dress and get made up. These are skills you have taught me during my service to you. I know how to brush and fix hair and am adept at putting on your makeup for you. It is still hard (and so am I!) to be so close and in such physical contact with you, but not as bad as in the shower. 

Soon you are ready to dress and I help you into the beautiful lingerie and dress you have chosen. Then, kneeling, I put on your shoes and fasten them. Then I stand and you pose for me, letting me get the full effect of what we have wrought.

"Well?" It is the first word either of us has spoken tonight. "Perfection!" I answer. "It is almost time-open the wine"

I nod and go to the kitchen. There I find your instructions for the dinner written out and locate the wine you have chosen for before the meal. I open it and allow it to breathe, knowing that your guests will be here soon-they, too, will make sure they are prompt!

Indeed, within minutes the doorbell rings. I go through the living room and see you arranging yourself there to greet your guests. I understand that this means I must get the door and so hasten to do so before you need to ask. I know you would disapprove if I tried to do this in a shy way, trying to hide behind the door, so I stand boldly and open it wide-let passersby see, if there are any! Certainly the two women standing there miss nothing. Nor do they seem too surprised-they are old friends of yours and know to expect the outrageous from you. The taller of the two is a brunette, the other a blonde. Clearly the blonde "belongs" to the brunette.

I usher them into the living room where you welcome them (and I discover that the brunette is Jill and the blonde is Talia) but before I can offer them wine your third guest arrives and I must repeat my performance for her. This woman is a striking raven-haired woman, slightly older than the others (I later find out her name is Sharon). She smiles and then laughs as she sees me, being so bold as to caress my member as she passes by on her way to the living room.

Now all are here, I serve the wine then stand attentively as everyone goes through the greeting and settling rituals we all develop. Eventually I am sent for the hors d'oeuvres and I spend the next half hour walking around offering them and refilling wine glasses. Other than accepting my offerings, I am pretty much ignored for the time being, as a good servant should be.

Eventually, the time for the meal arrives and I lead you and your guests to the dining room, helping each of you to sit. Then I begin to serve the meal. It is strange-I feel like an old-fashioned English butler, but I am naked. And whenever I start to get used to it, to feel "normal" someone does something to remind me of my state: A hand caresses my buttocks as I pass, someone swats my member, or else just looks at me in a way that says "you are naked and I can look all I want and you are powerless to stop me!"

This continues throughout the main course, but once that is cleared you beckon me to stand beside you.

"Dessert tonight is something very special!" You announce. "If you ladies would adjourn for five minutes to the living room, I will prepare it myself."

After they leave you have me clear the table completely.

"Lay on the table" You command.

I obey, lying on my back on the cold wood. You take my left foot and move it sideways, then I realize that you are tying it to the leg of the table. Then my right foot is tied to its table leg. As you move up, I understand what you require and spread my arms so you can tie them too. Now I am bound, spread, on the table.

"No matter what, you are not to utter a sound until I give you permission!" You say. "And if you come during dessert, I shall punish you more severely than I ever have!" 

"Yes, Mistress." I reply, remembering other times that you have had to discipline me and desperately hoping I can avoid your wrath tonight.

You disappear for a moment and then I feel coldness on my body. I cannot see from my supine position, but it is ovious that some kind of cold confection is being spread over my body from my nipples to my crotch. My penis is also swathed in something, perhaps cream? Finally a very large strawberry is held in my view.

"Open your mouth," you instruct, "You are to hold this in your teeth without your lips or tongue touching it."

I open my mouth and obey, though my jaw will ache if it stays there too long. The smell of it is so delicious, it is hard not to bite down and eat it!

You stand back, admire your creation, and nod. Then you go out to the living room to collect your guests.

As you all return to the dining room there are little gasps and giggles from your guests. I can see them standing around the table, admiring what you have done to me. Then you invite them to begin and everyone picks up a spoon. 

At first all I feel is the cold metal of the spoons removing the food from my body, but it is not long before one of the guests bends down and sucks some off my belly. Someone else bends down but this time sucks in one of my nipples with the food and gives it a sharp bite before pulling away. Soon there are mouths and tongues all over my body, removing the food and then just tasting my skin. My nipples get very hard as they are sampled again and again.

My cock is very hard by this time, but I remember your instructions and struggle to distract myself. This becomes harder when first one, then two mouths begin to work on my balls, sucking and licking them. I almost lose it completely when the mouths begin to work up my shaft, licking off the cream, caressing my skin, sharing with each other the fruits of their labors.

Talia is standing over my head looking at the strawberry in my mouth.

"Go ahead, enjoy it!" You offer.

She bends down as though to kiss me but instead begins to nibble at the strawberry. The juices run out and drip into my mouth. I can taste the sweetness and it is hard not to swallow or moan. When about half of the berry is gone, she bends closer, covering my mouth with hers completely and removes the rest with her tongue. But she does not get back up. Instead her tongue begins to explore the insides of my mouth. Even as she does this, I feel one of the others take the head of my penis into her mouth, having pulled back the foreskin (yes, I am uncircumcised). The urge to ejaculate is overwhelming! I have the greatest difficulty not moaning. I look up and there you are, watching me, looking into my soul through my eyes.

"It is hard, is it not?" You ask.

I almost say "yes", but catch myself in time. You had not given me permission to speak. So I nod, as much as I am able with your guest exploring my mouth still.

"Aah, very good-you do not forget!" You smile, but I think that your pleasure at my obedience is tempered by your desire to punish me. I begin to suspect that you will find an excuse to do that before the night is through.

At last my body is clear and everyone has eaten enough. You invite them all to return to the living room where coffee will shortly be served. As they leave, you untie me. My arms and legs ache, but I stand carefully until full feeling returns to my limbs. You reach down and take a strong hold on my cock.

"You are doing well, but the night is yet young. Do not relax just yet, mon cher." And with that you go to join your guests and I go to the kitchen for the coffee.

As I enter with the coffee, I find the four of you gathered around a card table dealing the cards for poker. 

"Tonight's game is a little different," You say. "We are not playing for money, but for higher stakes! The game is strip poker and the loser will get to join my slave here in serving us. The winner will, of course, get to direct the action! Let us begin."

And so, as I keep the coffee coming, the hands roll by. It is pretty obvious that Talia has been "set up"-she is so obviously a bad player that you must have intended for her to lose. Indeed, while the other three of you have barely exposed your underthings, she is down to her bra and panties.

When she loses the next hand, you stop her from removing her bra and call me over. You make me kneel between her legs with my face almost in her bosom. Then I am commanded to help her lose the bra. I reach around her and fumble, briefly, with the clasp, then slowly pull the cups off her breasts. I cannot take my eyes off her large, erect nipples when suddenly someone behind me gives me a shove and my face ends up pressed into them. We both turn red and I look at you to see if I am to be punished, but you laugh and I see that I am still safe.

A few hands later everyone is down to bra and panties when the "designated loser" loses her last hand. This time she is ordered to stand and I am once again told to kneel before her. This time, however, I am instructed to remove her panties without using my hands. I lean forward and try to get a grip on the waistband with my teeth. I can smell her sex and start to get hard again. As I slowly try to pull the panties down I get to see her soft, light brown bush. The panties do not want to go over her hips and I have to let go and try again, first on one side then the other. Finally they start to come down and I return to the center front. She opens her legs slightly to allow them to continue down and as I get down just below her cunt I can see that she is really wet-in fact, her juices are starting to trickle down the insides of her thighs. I long to lick them up, but know that I will surely be punished for such impudence!

Having removed her panties, I stand up next to her and we await our fates. After a short discussion, it becomes clear that you are the winner (no surprise there!) and all eyes turn to you for what will happen next.

"I think we will have a little contest between our two slaves here." You begin. "We will tie them together in a 69 position and then let them try to make the other come. The first one to come is the loser and will be punished!"

The other two quickly agree and within a few minutes Talia and I are laid down and tied up facing each other, our heads between the others legs. My head is about to explode-I am to taste her cunt after all! Before we can start, however, the three of you bet on who will win. I am not the favorite, only you choosing me, and that, I suspect, more out of obligation than any real belief I might actually win.

Then the word is given and my mouth quickly moves to cover her pussy. My tongue slides around her soft, wet folds, seeking to find her vagina and clitoris. But her mouth is already sucking on my hard shaft, her tongue tickling the sensitive head. I will not last long and know I will have to work quickly. Fortunately the recent card game has also turned her on. I can sense that she too is close. I suck and nibble her clit as my nose pushes at her slit. She is responding, getting higher and higher-but so am I. I need to do something more or I will lose!

A little struggling and I manage to pull one of my hands free. Quickly I lick my fingers, getting them wet with saliva and her juices. Then, before anyone can stop me, I thrust my index finger deep into her rectum. From the way she jerks I know she is very close indeed, and the shock has stopped her sucking on my cock. Before she can start again, I begin thrusting my finger in and out as I nibble her clit. I can hardly breathe, but that is OK, it will not be long. And, indeed, within a minute or two her thighs clamp onto my head and her body begins to spasm. I don't stop, even though I have obviously won, until I hear you declare the game over.

"Well, it appears my slave has won." You say. "However, it could be said that he did so by cheating-no-one said he could use his hands."

("No-one said I couldn't!" I want to say, but I know that would be foolish. You have found your means to punish me now, why make it worse?)

"So, I guess we must punish them both!"

Two dining chairs are set out side by side and Talia and I are both made to stand behind one. You come behind me and force me to bend over the back of the chair, holding me there as the others tie my hands and legs to the chair's legs. My ass feels very exposed. Looking over I watch as you all tie Talia in the same way.

I see you move in front of us, but the other two assume positions behind and slightly to one side of us. You raise your arms like a conductor and as you bring them down there is a loud swish and we both feel the canes hit our backsides. I bite back my scream, but Talia does not, and gets a second swipe for her failure. They are not being gentle and we will both have welts there soon.

Again and again you cause us to be hit, on our buttocks, the tops of out thighs, even our backs. I am burning with pain, as I suspect Talia is too, but I am also very turned on (as you knew I would be)!

After what seems like hours but is only about 15 minutes you declare that we have had enough-that we are now ready for our real punishment. Talia blurts out an incredulous "what!" but I know you better than that, though I do not know what specifically you have in mind.

I find out soon enough, however. My ass cheeks are forced wide open and held there as a large dildo is slipped into my mouth. It feels really good, but as I start to react to it, it is removed, now wet, and pushed against my asshole. I clench my teeth and try to relax, knowing you will not be gentle or slow, and sure enough, I feel the dildo thrust rapidly and deeply into me. You work it in and out hard and fast, each time going deeper, until, with a last, hard thrust, I feel my ass close over it, taking it inside completely.

"See, I told you it was possible!" I hear you say, "You may examine him if you wish."

I feel a hand on my ass, stroking, pushing, exploring the dildo inside. I cannot help squirming, but a hard slap on my sore ass convinces me to stay still. But, damn!, it feels so good!

As the fingers continue their work, I hear you and the other guest go over to Talia. She has seen what has happened to me and is begging for it not to happen to her. "Fool" I think, doesn't she understand that that only guarantees she will be abused as much or more! And so it proves. Clearly it is a first for her, and she finds it painful and degrading. She is sobbing by the time they finish with her.

Finally we are untied, though the dildos are not removed. It is time for your guests to leave, but Talia's back will not tolerate clothing, so she is made to go out naked (fortunately it is dark out so she has some cover).

Alone again with you, I come and kneel before you, head down.

"You did well tonight, my precious slave!" You say, and I smile at the tenderness in your voice. "You deserve a reward for such service,"

You raise me up and lead me to your bedroom. There, you remove your clothing slowly, seductively, before lying on the bed, your legs off the end, your pussy hanging there open. I kneel between your legs and place my face in your sweet cunt, smelling your sharp, metallic smell, waiting for permission to go further. Your hands reach down and pull me into you, and my tongue begins its ministrations on your clit and slit. I suck on it, drinking your juices, nibbling on your soft flesh. 

It will be a long time before you come, and I will enjoy every minute of it, my reward! I will spend the night sleeping on the floor beside your bed, and in the morning will get to feed and clothe you before being dismissed. I don't understand how you see so deeply into my soul, how you understand exactly what I need, that precise mixture of submission, pain and humiliation that so arouses and fulfills me, but I am glad that you do. And that you love me enough to give it to me. I can hardly wait for the next time... 



The Dinner Party



It had all started innocently enough. We had just finished the gig when Bill came up and offered to buy us both a drink. To be honest I couldn't remember his name at first, but Julie my partner and vocalist, whispered it into my ear as Bill went to the bar. Julie's much better than me at remembering names, and has often got me out of embarrassing moments. 

I'd noticed that Bill had been turning up at our gigs for the last month, and usually left just before we stopped playing. He always gave us a cheery wave as he went, and we always reciprocated. We had chatted briefly with him during our breaks before, but really didn't know him that well. Bill came to our table with a pint of Stella for me, and a white wine spritzer for Julie. He went back to the bar and returned with a pint of bitter for himself.

"I think you two are really brilliant, best duo around." Said Bill.

We thanked him for the drinks and the compliments, it's always great when someone's bothered to make an effort at the end of the night. Julie asked him if he was going to turn up for tomorrow's afternoon gig in a pub.

"I always carry this in my pocket so I know where you are, and yes count me in, I will be there." Said Bill as he fished out of his pocket a copy of the local gig guide.

I noticed that some of the listings had been highlighted, and those were all our gigs. I also noticed that Bill had positioned himself so he was directly in front of Julie, and his eyes kept shifting from her legs to her breasts, and back again.

Julie and I had been together for a couple of years and she was beautiful to look at. Five foot six, sparkling blue eyes and long blonde hair, perfect legs and small but firm breasts. Julie had a fun extrovert personality. She always wore sexy stage wear, and that night she was dressed in a blue satin top that exposed most of her breasts, and a figure hugging short black skirt and real stockings held up by suspenders. 

Most men at gigs stared at her all night, and she was quite used to it. But I could tell she was feeling uneasy under Bill's constant stare. The landlord was signalling from the bar for us to sign for our wages, and I suggested to Julie she should collect the money. She jumped at the chance and left the table to sort out the cash.

"I assume you two are a couple?" Asked Bill as he turned towards me.

"Yep we are, been together for a while now." I replied. 

Julie returned with the money and Bill set his gaze upon her again.

"I think I'm going to get out of these clothes and into something more comfortable, and then we should pack the gear down." Said Julie as she picked up her bag that contained her jeans and T-shirt.

"Do you need a hand with changing?" Asked Bill, not realising how many times she had heard that line before.

Julie gave Bill a little smile and told him she was OK, she could cope thanks, and off she went to get changed. I started packing down the gear, and Bill rushed about loading the heavy bits of equipment into the car. Julia returned clothes changed and with her hair tied up. She set about putting all the leads away. With Bill's help we were ready to leave in no time at all. Julie was chatting to the Landlord arranging another gig, and Bill sat at a table, lit a cigarette, and kept his eyes on her.

"Do you two fancy coming back to mine for a drink?" Said Bill.

I thanked him for the offer, but said we were too tired tonight, and suggested we might another time. Bill said OK, and he would see us tomorrow, then he rushed out of the pub, somehow keeping his eyes on Julie all the time.

We said good night to everyone and got in the car and started driving home.

"He was a bit intense and over the top." Said Julie.

"Yeah I know, he couldn't keep his eyes off you all night. It was like I wasn't there." I replied

"How old do you think he is?" She asked.

"Oh I don't know, around mid forties?" I suggested.

"Yeah, I thought that. He's quite good looking though." She said.

I was shocked by that last statement. I thought he looked a little like a football thug. He was medium build with a shaved head, and he had very dark eyes. Not that good looking, but then I never find men good looking I suppose. I left her comment floating in the air. 

We arrived home, and went to bed with a bottle of port. The room was cold so Julie switched on the fan heater to warm it up. It was a tradition for us both, that after getting home from a gig, we would both strip naked, lie on the bed and talk through the gig whilst sipping port. 

As we talked, we touched and stroked each other, slowly getting each other aroused. Julie moved her mouth to my cock and started to lick it. I brush my fingers over her shaved pussy and find her clit hard and ready. I pinch and pull it, as she takes my hard cock into her mouth. I move my position so my tongue is at her pussy lips. I gently lick her clit which she adores. It always produces a soft moan from her. I insert my tongue between her pussy lips and push it in as far as I can. She parts her legs to allow me better access as I continue to lick, poke and suck her lips. Juices begin to flow from her cunt, and my hair and face are soaked. Julie speeds up her mouth action on my cock and uses her hand to stroke up my shaft, and down to my balls.

We disengage from the oral sex, and sit up facing each other. She picks up her glass of port and dribbles some of it over her breasts, then lies back with her head on the pillows. I take a moment to look at her gorgeous inviting body.

"Take me hard and fast tonight Tim." She requests.

I move over her body to lick the port from her breasts, and linger around her nipples which tauten as I suckle on them. She grabs for my hard cock to direct it into her, but I pull away and tease her for a few seconds, she grabs again, and this time I let her guide my cock in. As always it slides in smoothly through her lubricating juices.

"Hard and fast." Says Julie again.

I pull the spare pillow over and place it under her ass to raise her hips slightly. I withdraw, the tip of my cock resting on her cunt lips.

"Are you ready?" I whisper to her.

"Yes now." she whispers back.

And I plunge hard into her. Julie gasps, then grabs my hips with both her hands, and moves me back and forth, in and out of her, at a very fast pace. I don't last long when we make love like this, just a minute or so if I'm lucky. But she always comes quickly in that position. I can feel the pressure building up in my balls as she bucks herself up in the air for deeper penetration, I can feel her cunt grip around my cock. She loses the rhythm which is a sure sign she's coming. And with a final thrust I feel my cock spurting deep inside her. She moves her hands to grip my shoulders to hold me in place as she arches her back upwards, and lets out a yell.

I lower her down to the bed, and roll to the right, but still inside her. Julie shudders as I hold her close. With in a few minutes, her breathing has slowed, and she's fallen asleep. I cuddle her, and soon after I'm asleep too.

We awoke early the next morning, Julie had already got the Sunday papers from downstairs and was sitting up in bed reading them. We liked to spend the whole of Sunday in bed, chatting about the articles, and playing with each other and lazily making love. But we couldn't today as we had to be at the pub by midday to perform. Usually about 11am I would cook a fry up for of both us and we'd have that in bed too. But neither of us liked eating before a gig, so we just had coffee. We got up, got dressed and loaded the car by 11.30, and set off for the gig.

On the way Julie complained of not feeling to well. She thought she was coming down with something so she had taken a couple of pain killers to get her through the gig.

When we arrived Bill was waiting outside for us, and kindly helped us unload the equipment from the car into the pub. We set up quickly and sat down for quick cigarette. Bill sat down and gestured to a woman standing at the bar to come and join us.

"This is my wife Rose, and this is Tim and his partner Julie." Said Bill as he introduced us all. 

We both stood up and said hello, and being English waited for Rose to sit down before we did. She was a very pretty woman. Big blue eyes with cascading flame red hair. She was not slim, but not too fat either, just right proportions. She had an over exposed cleavage, which looked quite pleasant to me. She also had a strong Southern Irish accent, that lilting singy type voice which is so attractive. She had the kind of smile which would light up any room that she walked in to. Rose was wearing a short black dress, which was very tight, so tight in fact I was sure she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Her long tanned legs which seemed to go for ever were stunning. On her feet were strappy black stilettos.

Suddenly Julie jabbed me in the ribs.

"I think we should start playing, don't you?" She whispered in my ear, her voice dripping with just a touch of vitriol.

We started the gig but I was finding it very hard to concentrate. Bill was constantly rubbing his hand on Rose's legs, and at one point put his hand right up under her dress. She giggled and looked straight at me when he put his fingers to his lips and licked them.

At the end of the first set we joined them again. I was sitting next to Rose who shuffled closer to me so our thighs were touching. Every time she talked to me she placed a hand rather too high up on my leg. I soon had an erection and was aware of the bulge in the front of my trousers, so pulled the chair closer to the table, hoping no one would notice. Julie had gone to the ladies to change for the second set, thank God!

"Bill and I was just saying, why don't you two come over to ours for dinner tonight?" Said Rose. Her hand went straight to my bulge and squeezed my cock playfully.

I spluttered a reply, accepting the invitation.

"We are meeting someone soon, so can't stay for the second set. Here's our address, and we look forward to seeing you both about 7.30 ish OK with you?" Said Rose as she handed me a slip of paper with the address on it. 

"Yeah that will be fine, see you then." I said.

Her hand gave my cock another quick squeeze, and with that they both stood up and said goodbye and left.

Julie returned a few minutes later, by which time my erection had receded.

"Have they gone?" Asked Julie.

"Yep, they said they were meeting someone." I replied, wondering how I was going to tell her about the dinner invitation, and how would she feel about it.

"Well that Rose looks like a right tart." Said Julie. "And aren't you supposed to be getting changed for the next set?"

"Yeah OK, I won't be a minute." I said, and went and got changed.

We performed the second set, and then packed away and were home by 4pm. I was feeling horny as hell and suggested we go to bed for a couple of hours. I was trying to visualise Rose naked, and what it would be like to have sex with her, but of course I couldn't tell Julie that.

Julie declined my offer. She said that she was really tired, and still didn't feel all that well. Julie said she was going to lie down for a while and hopefully would feel better after some rest. When she had gone to bed, I made a coffee, lit a cigarette, and sat in the front room on the sofa, surfing through the TV channels.

It was a warm day, so I removed my trousers and shirt. My thoughts kept drifting back to Rose and I started rubbing my cock through my pants. I pulled my cock out of my pants and slowly pulled my foreskin up and then fully back. I was hard and a drop of precum glistened on the tip. 

Sod it, I thought. I went up to bed to see if Julie was awake, and hopefully feeling better, and perhaps even up for sex. But she was asleep, slightly snoring. She had thrown the cover off, and was lying on her side. I got on the bed and spooned up beside her, my stiff cock probing the small of her back. Julie mumbled something about not feeling well, and I pulled away from her and laid on my back, and looked at my cock pointing into the air fruitlessly.

I started stroking my cock and balls and realised I was going to bring myself off whilst Julie slept beside me. I didn't want her to wake up and catch me at it. It would take some explaining, and I don't think she would be happy to know what had got me so sexually aroused.

It was more difficult than I thought to wank myself off with hardly any movement. So I lay back and bought the vision of Rose into my head, and imagined her naked. With very slow movements I stroked my cock up and down. It was sexually stimulating to do this as Julie slept unawares beside me. I suppose it was the thought of getting caught which made me even more horny. Within a few minutes I could feel myself coming. I would usually speed up at this point, but I kept up the same slow rhythm. Suddenly I came, and the cum hit me in the face and mouth. I licked my lips to taste myself. I lay there for a while holding my cock as cum still leaked out.

I carefully got off the bed, and still holding my softening cock in my hand to avoid spilling cum on the carpet, I went to the bathroom to clean up. I wrapped a robe around myself and headed down stairs.

Julie came down a little later looking pale, and coughing.

"I really feel like shit, my nose is blocked, my head is thumping and I've got a sore throat." Said Julie.

I sat her down at the table, and made her a hot Lemsip. I thought that now would be a good time to tell her about the invitation from Bill and Rose, but decided not to mention it was a dinner date.

"Oh God! I'm not going anywhere feeling like this. I'm just going to curl up in front of the TV and feel sorry for myself. You go for a drink with them if you want Tim, I'm just not up to it." Said Julie.

"OK, if you are sure you will be all right. I'll go up stairs for a shower and get changed." I replied.

"Yeah, no problems." Said Julie as she went into the lounge to watch TV.

In the shower I shaved my pubic area as I always do. There was a few days growth to get rid off. I always find doing this very sensual and immediately get an erection. I would normally bring my self off in the shower, but this time I resisted the temptation. I dried myself and got changed into jeans and a T shirt.

Julie was asleep on the sofa, I decided not to wake her up and left quietly so as not to disturb her.

I drove to the address Rose had given me. I nearly missed the turning as it was a private road, but eventually found the house. It was a nice old detached farm house surrounded by fields. There was a welcoming light shining from the porch. I parked the car, and went to the front door and rang the bell.

Bill opened the door and I felt incredibly under dressed. He was wearing a dark suit, a white shirt and a red tie.

"Hi....Oh.... sorry, perhaps I..... I didn't realise I had to dress up." I stuttered.

"Hey don't worry about it." Said Bill. " We always dress up in the evening when we are entertaining."

"Go through to the lounge, Rose will fix you a drink. Er, no Julie?" Asked Bill.

"No, I'm sorry, she sends her apologies, but she's not feeling very well." I replied.

"Oh, that's OK, I hope she's better soon. I'm sure we can keep ourselves entertained." Said Bill with a chuckle as he closed the door, and then followed me into the lounge. 

The lounge was lit by large candles, the sort you would normally expect to see in a church. The furniture was mostly bold and antique. A massive black leather sofa was the only nod towards modernity. Bill gestured towards it.

"Sit yourself down. What would you like to drink?" Asked Bill.

"I'm quite fond of red wine if you have some please." I replied.

"I'll get Rose to bring you some. I won't be a minute." Said Bill as he left the room. With the sounds and smells wafting through the door, I assumed it was the kitchen.

I got up to look around a bit. I opened an antique cupboard to reveal a television. Behind another door was a stereo system. In the middle of the room was a large and very old oak table, beautifully laid out for a dinner for four. 

I felt a little guilty about turning up with out Julie. Perhaps I should have 'phoned and put it off for another night when she was feeling better. But the urge to see and be with Rose again was overwhelming. And I knew it would be difficult with Julie around, because I would get in trouble as I would constantly be staring at Rose. 

I didn't really know what to expect from tonight. I just wanted to be near this sensual and sexy woman. I sat back down again as the door leading to the kitchen opened.

"Hi Tim, glad you could make it. Sorry to hear that Julie is unwell." Said Rose.

And there she was, this vision of sensuality, this sex Goddess, walking towards me with a bottle of red wine in one hand, and a glass in the other. She was wearing a dark blue mini skirt, and a diaphanous top which even in the dim light was obviously see through. Rose was not wearing a bra, and I could clearly see her breasts and nipples. Her red hair flashed in the candlelight, and her smile was so inviting, I wanted to jump up and kiss her there and then. My cock twitched in my pants as she leaned towards me offering the wine glass, and the bottle.

The bottle was already uncorked, and as I took the glass and wine, I couldn't suppress a slight trembling of my hand.

Rose laughed. "Let me pour it for you, otherwise I think you'd possibly spill it." 

She took the bottle to the table and filled the glass to the top. 

"Bill does all the cooking, he's so very good at it. He says dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes, so he has asked me to keep you entertained until it's ready." She said as she passed me the glass.

"Thank you." I replied.

Rose went to a drinks cabinet and poured herself a vodka and tonic.

"It's a bit cold in here tonight, don't you think?" Asked Rose.

"I'm OK." I said, thinking it really was quite warm.

"I'll light the fire anyway. I think it always gives a lovely atmosphere." Said Rose.

She went over to the fire place and opened a wooden box besides the grate and placed some kindling and rolled up newspapers in the hearth. She then lit the paper in a couple of places and put some larger pieces of wood on top. As she was bending over to tend the fire I was rewarded with a superb view of her legs and ass. I couldn't quite tell if she was wearing any knickers or not. If she was they were hardly worth wearing.

The fire began to crackle and she came and sat beside me on the sofa. Rose placed her hand on my knee and using her fingers in an imitation of a spider moved towards my stiffening cock. 

"You OK?" She asked.

I just nodded, not daring to speak, I was fairly certain anything I tried to say would just come out as an unintelligible squeak.

With a deft movement she unzipped my flies, and pulled my pants aside to release my hard cock.

"God! I'm going to enjoy having fun with that tonight." She said as she started moving her hand up and down my shaft.

I sat there paralysed. I could hear Bill in the kitchen banging around with pots and pans and whistling tunelessly as he prepared the dinner, meanwhile his beautiful wife was tossing me off in his lounge.

Rose stood up, her hand never leaving my cock, and bent over to lick the precum that had already been forced out. Her mouth opened and she swallowed much more of my cock than I thought was possible. After a few moments of this she abruptly stood up, turned her back to me, pushed my legs together and sat directly on my lap and guided my engorged dick straight into her already wet cunt.

At that moment the kitchen door opened and Bill came into the room.

"Dinner will be ready in five minutes." He said.

"OK darling, it smells lovely." Replied Rose.

"Ah....I can see you are keeping our guest entertained. Won't be long now." Said Bill as he returned to the kitchen.




The Dinner Party



I was a bit confused, surely Bill must have known what was happening. We were both fully clothed, but even so you wouldn't expect to see your wife sitting on your guest's lap in such a manner. But to Bill it seemed natural. He didn't blink an eye.

Rose stood up again, her blue eyes twinkling. She adjusted her skirt and then took my hands and stood me upright. Rose undid the top button on my trousers and removed them, She then pulled my pants down.

"Mmmmm...shaved, I like that. Just put your trousers back on, but leave your pants off. For easier access." She said, as she helped me back on with my trousers. She kept teasing my cock with her mouth as it waved in front of her face.

"Sit here next to me at the table." Said Rose as we took our places. 

Bill came in with some mushroom soup and fresh crisp bread rolls.

"Tuck in, tuck in. While it's still hot." Said Bill.

This was all quite surreal. Five minutes ago Bill's wife had been giving me a blow job, and then we had briefly fucked, and now we were all sitting around the table having dinner, as though nothing had happened. My philosophy in life has always been go with the flow, and see where you end up. And I was keeping that in mind now.

The main course was some sort of pasta dish, not my favourite food but it was OK.

The conversation revolved mainly around music, and musicians, until Rose came out with something quite provocative.

"When I was watching your fingers move on one of your guitar solo's today, I turned to Bill and said I would love to feel those fingers all over my body and inside me."

I nearly choked on my mouthful of pasta.

Bill laughed.

"Well I'm sure Tim would be happy to help you out on that one my sweet. The way he was drooling over you earlier speaks volumes." Said Bill.

I was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, or where to look. Rose noticed I'd turned red, and jumped in to rescue me.

"I think we had better explain the situation to you Tim. The thing is Bill and I have a very healthy sex life together, but we also enjoy sex with other people. Bill goes out watching bands, and if he finds a couple that he thinks we will both be attracted to, I will then come along and decide if we should take it further. Can you understand that?" Said Rose.

"Er... yes I think so." I replied.

"Bill loves seeing me with another man, and equally I enjoy watching Bill with another woman." Said Rose.

I was now beginning to understand what this was all about.

"And when I saw you and Julie today, I thought this was just perfect, Bill is very attracted to Julie, and me to you." Said Rose.

"Oh right, well that's useful because I find you incredibly attractive Rose." I said. 

I wasn't sure how Julie would react to all this, not very well I assumed. But she wasn't here, and wouldn't know what happened and I could never tell her. So I pushed all thoughts of Julie from my mind. I knew I wanted to fuck Rose, but was unsure if I could do so in front of Bill. I would have been much happier if it was just me and her. But go with the flow I thought again.

"There's another thing." Said Rose.

"And what's that?" I asked.

"I'm bi sexual." Said Rose. 

Thoughts of Julie rushed back into my head. Oh my God! She wouldn't go with that, I was sure. But she wasn't here I reminded myself.

"Oh right." I said, unsure of what else to say.

"And one other little detail." Said Rose.

"And that is?" I asked.

"So is Bill." Said Rose.

"So is Bill what?" I stupidly asked.

"Bill is bi sexual too." Rose replied.

I was dumb struck. There was no way I could have sex with another man. It looked like my chance of fulfilling my fantasy of having wild lustful sex with Rose was going out of the window.

Bill was looking closely at me to see my reaction. He laughed again.

"Don't worry, it's not obligatory. As I said earlier, I get off on seeing another man having sex with Rose." Said Bill, as he cleared the plates and went back to the kitchen.

Rose took my hand and looked me in the eyes.

"You OK Tim?" She asked.

"I'm feeling a little uncomfortable about this male bi sexual thing, I don't think I can do that." I replied.

"Hey don't worry about that, you won't have to do anything you don't want to, I promise." Said Rose.

She let go of my hand and undid my flies. She stood up and took her top off revealing her magnificent breasts. Rose crouched down in front of me so my cock nestled in her cleavage. Using both her hands she squeezed her breasts together and moved up and down to give me a very pleasant tit wank. Her lips sort out mine, and our tongues explored each others mouths hungrily.

Bill re-entered the room, and I tried to push Rose away as a natural reaction. But she wouldn't let me.

"Mmmmm, don't stop on my account." said Bill.

He had stripped naked and he stood just behind Rose, his cock so hard, I could see the veins bulging. He made me feel inadequate. His cock was at least an inch longer than mine, and had a thicker girth. Bill went down on his knees and slid beneath Rose. She adjusted her position so Bill could enter her, and then she placed my cock in her mouth. I noticed that her breasts were covered in my pre cum. As she ground down on Bill's cock he thrust his hips upwards for deeper penetration. After just four upward thrusts Bill grasped her hips and held her still.

"I'm coming darling." Said Bill and groaned in ecstasy as he released his load into her. 

Rose with my cock still in her mouth, looked up at me and winked. Bill got from under Rose and stood up. His cock swung in front of him glistening with a mixture of Rose's juices and his cum. Although not fully erect now, it still looked bigger than mine. Bill pulled a chair over so he could watch Rose giving me a blow job. I pulled back on Rose's hair to stop her bringing me off, and she stopped.

Rose walked to the rug in front of the fire, and removed her skirt. Her pussy was shaved smooth, she looked so sensual in the fire light. She lay on the rug, on her back with her legs slightly pulled up.

"Take your trousers and top off Tim, and come to me." Said Rose.

She pulled me towards her and I entered her. Her pussy was sopping wet with a mixture of Bill's cum and her juices, but still really tight. She moaned each time I thrust into her as we set a slow rhythm of fucking. Her gorgeous blue eyes looked straight into mine.

"I'm close Tim, oh so close, cum with me Tim." Said Rose.

I quickened the pace, my hard cock ramming in as far as I could get it. My balls were slapping against her ass. I felt her pussy tighten.

"Yes.....Yes....now....come now Tim." Shouted Rose. Her eyes never leaving mine suddenly widened.

I felt my balls tighten, and the sweet release of my cum spurted deep inside her cunt. Rose gripped my shoulders and shuddered as her orgasm took her over. We lay together for a few minutes, until my flaccid cock slipped out of her pussy. I kissed each of her nipples, got my glass of wine, and sat on the sofa trying to get my breath back.

Rose lay on the rug. She was breathing deeply.

Bill stood up and bent down between her legs. I noticed his cock was hard and bulging again. He ran his tongue over her pussy lips, and inserted a finger into her, and pulled it out and presented it to her mouth. She languidly licked it clean, and he then inserted two fingers, then three. Each time she tasted a mixture of Bill's cum, my cum, and her own juices. She writhed underneath his tongue and finger work. Bill moved his mouth away, and laid his huge cock on her pussy lips. He entered her briefly and then withdrew. His cock was wet, and he rubbed the glans back and forth over her clit.

"Fuck me Bill, fuck me. I want to feel your large cock filling me up." Said Rose.

I watched fascinated as Bill turned Rose over on to her front, so she was on all fours. Her shapely ass sticking up in the air in an inviting fashion. Bill lined up his cock and I was amazed that her tight pussy could accommodate such a large cock. He pulled her hips towards her and inserted the head of his cock.

"Mmmmm, I can feel it Bill, all in Bill, all in." Said Rose.

Inch by inch he slid his cock into her waiting pussy. Rose pushed back towards him and they started fucking doggy style. Rose was grunting and groaning with each of Bill's thrusts. The scene was getting me hard again, and I kneeled on the rug in front of Rose. I held my cock out for her and as Bill pushed forwards she opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She was being pounded hard from behind by Bill, but somehow managed to keep my cock in her mouth, and her eyes again looked me straight in the eye. As Bill speeded up, Rose went faster too.

Bill began grunting and it was obvious he was about to come again. Rose gasped, and then thrust back on Bill.

"Now baby now!" Shouted Bill.

Bill closed his eyes and cried out as he came inside her, simultaneously I released my cum into her mouth, she screamed and I could see my load dripping from her lips. Rose collapsed to the floor, and curled up into a ball. I sat back still holding my twitching cock. Bill got up and returned with a robe, he gently covered Rose's naked form.

"Are you OK darling?" Asked Bill.

"Yeah, I'm OK, thanks darling. I just need to rest for a few minutes." Replied Rose.

Bill smiled at me.

"Between the two of us, I think she is well sated. She will sleep well tonight. Any chance you could stay tonight, if you would like to that is?" Asked Bill.

I thanked Bill for the offer but declined.

"I have to get back for Julie, as I said before she isn't well and needs me there tonight." I said.

"Well, thanks for coming over, I hope you enjoyed the evening." Said Bill.

"I think it should be me thanking you and Rose." I said as I gathered my clothes up and started to get dressed.

I went over to Rose and knelt beside her. I gently stroked the nape of her neck, and she raised her head to look at me.

"You were superb Tim. Thank you for coming." She said with a devilish twinkle in her eyes. 

I bent forward and kissed her on her lips. 

"Perhaps we can do this again sometime?" She asked.

"I do hope so." I replied.

I said my goodbyes, and thanked them both again and drove home to Julie.

Julie wasn't around and she'd left a note which said she hoped I'd had a good time, but she still felt like shit and she'd gone to bed early. I wasn't sure if I could tell her about the evening, she wouldn't have approved, so I decided it was best not to. 

Within a few days Julie had recovered from her cold, and was looking forward to meeting Bill and Rose for another dinner date, her first and my second. I hadn't told Julie about what had really happened, I'd just said it was a pleasant evening, a bit of laid back chat and a few drinks. I was getting quite nervous about the whole thing, and had warned Bill on the 'phone that she may not want to get involved. Bill had said they would take it slowly, and just see what happens. Just go with the flow, I thought again.

We arrived at Bill and Rose's house and I feel my heart thumping in my chest as we were welcomed by Bill at the door.

"Ah..... I'm glad you are better now Julie, we had such fun last week with Tim, it was a shame you had to miss it." Said Bill, as he ushered us into the lounge.

The log fire was already alight, and I looked at the rug with fond memories. I was really nervous about how the evening would go, but kept thinking about my mantra... just go with the flow.

Rose entered the room, as she just looked simply stunning. She was wearing a short tight black dress which sparkled in the fire light. She came straight up to me and kissed me fully on the lips, much to my and Julie's surprise.

"Lovely to see you again Tim, and wonderful that you are here too." Said Rose as she kissed Julie on the lips.

Julie flinched back, and pulled away from Rose's embrace.

"Er... well thank you." Said Julie. I could see she was a bit taken aback by Rose's fulsome welcome.

"Well, sit yourselves down, and I'll get the drinks. What can I get you both?" Asked Rose.

"Red wine is always good for us." I replied.

"Make yourselves at home, I go and open a bottle. I won't be long." Said Rose, as she went into the kitchen.

Julie looked at me.

"Are you OK? You seem very jumpy tonight." She asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just always get a bit nervous and shy around new people I don't know very well." I replied. Although I wasn't sure how I could know Rose more intimately when I thought about it.

Rose returned with two glasses of red wine, and handed them to us.

"Bill's right on the button with dinner tonight, he suggests we sit at the table as it's just about ready." Said Rose.

We sat at the table which had been beautifully set for a dinner for four.

"Mmmm, it smells absolutely devine." Said Julie.

"I'm very lucky to have found Bill, he's an excellent cook, and there are other things he excels at too." Replied Rose with a suggestive smile and a giggle.

It was very hot in the room. It was one of the few days during the year when one didn't need to put on any heating, and although the log fire was a superb focal point, and added a lovely atmosphere, it really was getting too much. I asked Rose if she could open some windows. She agreed it was getting too warm, and opened the patio doors to allow the heat out, and cool air in. 

Bill came in balancing four plates on his arms and served our starters to us. He refilled our glasses with red wine and encouraged us to start.

Julie tucked in, she was ravenous as she had not eaten much whilst she was ill.

"This is just lovely Bill, thank you ever so much for inviting us." Said Julie.

"That's my pleasure Julie. Perhaps there is a way you can repay me later." Replied Bill.

"Well I'm sure we will invite you back to ours for a meal, we will arrange a date later on, a date when we are all free." Said Julie. 

"Oh right." Said Bill. "Then I suppose giving me a blow job is out of the question?"

There was a stunned silence, Julie looked as though she was in freeze frame, Her fork poised in the air, and her mouth half open.

"Oh silly Bill, always teasing. You are embarrassing our guests." Said Rose, giggling, and she gave Bill a pretend slap on the arm.

I started to laugh along with Rose, Bill joined in, and then Julie nervously did too, obviously thinking it was a joke. Bill refilled our glasses again. I noticed that Julie was getting a little tipsy, she hardly ever drank so it affected her more than most people.

"Well I suppose as I started the conversation on sex, I should really continue it. But we will make a game of it. We can all ask one question to each person, and if someone doesn't want to answer, then the questioner can issue a dare, all agreed?" Asked Bill.

We all mumbled our agreement. Julie looked at me questionably, but I just nodded to say it was cool. 

"OK, I'll start." Said Bill. "Tim, have you ever had sex with another man?"

I noticed Julie knocking back her wine, and pouring another.

"Well, I suppose, sort off. The usual boy exploration sort of thing at boarding school, but nothing since then." I replied.

"Ah... OK, Julie, have you ever had sex with another woman?" Asked Bill.

Julie looked at Bill then at me.

"I did once, when I was at university I had a close female friend, and one Sunday afternoon we decided to have sex with each other, and it was one of the best experiences I'd ever had." Replied Julie.

Now this was a revelation from Julie. She'd never told me about this before. I was quite shocked. She was slurring her words slightly under the influence of the wine.

"But it was a one off, and I've never thought about doing it again." Julie continued.

"That's cool. Rose, can you envisage having sex with Julie?" Asked Bill.

"I've thought about nothing else since we first met." Said Rose as she looked straight at Julie.

Julie looked at us each in turn. She poured another glass of wine.

"Oh..." She managed, and shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"OK Rose, your turn." said Bill.

"Tim, have you ever fantasised about sucking on another mans cock?" Asked Rose.

I think most men had thought what it would be like at some time or other. But I couldn't answer that question.

"I'd prefer not to say." I replied.

"Mmm interesting." Said Rose. "Well, my dare to you is to strip naked." She continued.

I stood up and took all my clothes off. Julie giggled as I sat down again.

"Julie, do you find me attractive?" Asked Rose.

"I'd also would prefer not to say." Said Julie, and to my utter amazement stood up and took her clothes off.

"Can you both stand up for me please?" Asked Rose. So rather self consciously we held hands and stood in front of Bill and Rose.

"So Bill, which one do you find the most attractive?" Asked Rose.

"Oh.....fuck it. I'll just take my clothes off." Replied Bill, and then there was three of us. Once again I marvelled at the size off his cock. Although flaccid, it still put me to shame. I noticed Julie's eyes widen as she looked at it.

"Your turn Tim." Rose said to me.

"My question to you Rose, is if I asked you, would you take your clothes off?"

"No problems." Said Rose, and with hardly a shrug of her shoulders, she was also naked.

I gazed at her beautiful body, memories of the previous week with Rose flooded back, and I felt my cock begin to react. Julie gasped as she stared at Rose.

"Oh my God! Rose, you are simply stunning." Said Julie.

"Thank you Julie, you are stunning yourself honey." Replied Rose.

"There's not much in the way of dares here. Would every one be OK with me taking charge?" asked Rose.

Everyone was uncertain what should happen next, so we all agreed that Rose should conduct the proceedings from here.

"Lets move to our bedroom. We will be far more comfortable there." Said Rose, and we all followed her upstairs.

The bedroom was huge. A king size bed with a wrought iron headboard stood against one wall, and opposite was a large leather sofa. The ceiling and the left hand wall was completely mirrored. A small bedside light emitted a soft glow, and to add to the atmosphere Rose lit a couple of large candles.

"Julie, come and lie on the bed, on your back." Said Rose.

Julie lay on the bed and Rose sat beside her. Bill and I sat next to each other on the sofa.

"If at anytime you feel uncomfortable, just say. We won't mind." Said Rose.

"I'm OK." Julie replied.

Rose stroked Julie's hair and ran her fingers around her neck and shoulders. Then onto the top of her breasts, just missing out Julie's nipples, which were now engorged at the tips and fully erect. Her hand drew circles around her breasts, then using her thumb and first finger of each hand, Rose gently tugged at the nipples, while Julie lay there quivering at her touch.

"You've beautiful breasts honey." Said Rose as she leaned over to kiss them.

Rose's lips parted and she licked then sucked on Julie's breasts, and trailed a hand down towards Julie's crotch. Julie gasped as Rose probed a finger between the folds of her pussy lips. Rose's tongue traced down Julie's front until she reached Julie's clit, and she started to suckle there, and inserted an second finger. Using one hand, Rose spread apart the lips and dove her tongue deep into Julie's pussy.

There was no doubt from the sounds Julie made that she was enjoying the attention Rose was giving her. It was weird for me seeing her with another woman, but I was very sexually excited and started to stroke my hard cock. Beside me Bill was doing the same.

Rose sat up on the bed, but kept slowly finger fucking Julie. She looked at Bill.

"Come here honey and let Julie feel your big cock in her mouth." Said Rose. 

Julie was looking quite dazed as Rose sat her up on the edge of the bed. Rose knelt on the floor between Julie's legs, and once again inserted her tongue. Bill stood over Rose and moved so his massive bulging cock was just an inch away from Julie's mouth. 




The Dinner Party



Julie just gazed at Bill's cock for a few moments.

"Oh my God! That's a magnificent cock!" She whispered.

I felt a pang of jealousy, and nearly called the whole thing off right there and then. But in a way I felt distanced, it was like watching a blue movie, and I thought I could still call a halt at any time. Part of me was fascinated to see Julie with another woman, and now with another man. And my aching hard cock was telling me I was really enjoying the scene.

Rose moved out of the way of Bill, and came and sat on the sofa next to me. She pulled my hand to her cunt which was soaking wet, and I stroked her pussy lips. 

Julie placed one hand around Bill's balls and lower shaft, and her other hand around the upper shaft. There was at least another inch of cock spare before you came to Bill's bulging purple glans which now glistened with pre cum. She opened her mouth and I could see she was stretching her lips wide to accommodate Bill's cock. Bill shuddered as Julie moved her hands up and down his shaft and sucked noisily at his dick.

"He won't last very long like that." Rose whispered to me.

Bill grabbed Julie's hair and held her head still whilst he thrust up in to her mouth. Julie was unable to get more than three inches of his cock into her mouth but she held him tight. Bill made a sort of hissing sound and leaned backwards, and his legs started to shake.

"Now baby now!" He shouted, and with a final thrust he came into her mouth. Julie gagged as his hot sperm spurted into her throat, but he held her head in position until the last drop was pumped out.

"That was superb darling." Said Bill as he withdrew his cock from her mouth, and sat down on the sofa. Julie sat there with Bill's cum dripping from her lips and spilling onto her breasts. 

Rose let go of my cock and went over to Julie and kissed her on the mouth. Julie responded passionately and the two girls writhed together on the bed grinding their pussy's together. Their hands sought out each others cunts and they finger fucked each other. Bill sat and watched whilst lazily stroking his semi erect cock.

Rose turned around and straddled Julie. Her tongue sort out her clit, and she lowered her cunt on to Julie's eagerly awaiting mouth. Watching these two gorgeous women performing in the sixty nine position was too much for me to bare, and I stood up to try and join in the action. Bill placed his hand on my stiff cock and pulled me back to sit on the sofa. I was shocked that he touched me there, and I moved his hand away. He gripped my hand and drew it to his now fully erect cock. For a moment I held his massive cock and was stunned by the size and hardness of it. I moved my hand up and down a few times, to wank him off, but suddenly felt uneasy and removed my hand. Bill knelt in front of me and took my cock in his hands. I spread my legs apart and decided to close my eyes. I could feel Bill's cock against my ankle, and I moved my feet so I could hold it. Bill pulled my foreskin right back and his tongue licked around the head of my dick concentrating on the ridge. His other hand cupped my balls, gently massaging them. With the sound of the two girls grunting and groaning in the background Bill started to suck me off.

It was the most sensual and gentle blow job I had ever had. With in a minute I could feel the pressure building up and warned Bill I was about to come, but he carried on regardless. He now used his hand to wank me fast and I groaned as I began to come in his mouth. Hot liquid squirted on to my legs as Bill released his load over my legs. Bill sucked and swallowed every last drop of my spunk until there was no more. The noise from the bed reached a crescendo as Julie and Rose brought each other to orgasm. Bill stood up and offered his cock towards my mouth, but I gave it a squeeze, and then holding his cock lead him to the bed. Rose and Julie were lying next to each other panting. Their bodies covered in a light sheen of perspiration.

Julie opened her eyes, looked at me and gestured with her hands she wanted a cuddle. I held her in my arms as her breath slowed back to normal. Rose and Bill went downstairs.

"I don't believe what I think I just saw. You allowed Bill to give you a blow job!" Said Julie.

I was feeling rather strange about it myself.

"I know, it was weird. My first bi experience. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I closed my eyes and pretended it was you." I replied.

"That's easy to work out. Did you enjoy it?" Asked Julie.

"To be honest, the whole situation was so sexually highly charged, I think at that point I couldn't care less." I replied.

Julie stretched languidly in my arms.

"Well that was my second bi experience, and my God, it was wonderful. Were you OK with me sucking Bill's cock?"

"Watching my wife sucking on another man's cock was highly stimulating. And such a massive one too. It's something I've often fantasised about. In fact when I have a solo wank, it's always the image I use." I said.

Julie sat up on the bed and held my now flaccid cock in her hand.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Bill's cock may be big, but it's not attached to you, and it's you who are my soul-mate." Said Julie.

Comforting words that I appreciated she had expressed. In a quiet voice she asked a question, one that I was expecting.

"Tim, I would love to feel Bill's huge cock inside me, just once. How would you be with that?" Asked Julie.

"Well.... funnily enough that's my other fantasy. I'm OK with it, this is a one off for both of us. Right?" I replied.

"Thank you." Said Julie and gave me a tight hug. But I noticed she hadn't answered my question. I decided to let that go for the moment.

Rose and Bill returned to the bedroom with another bottle of red wine. Rose asked me to come into the hallway for a moment.

"Bill really wants to fuck Julie, do you think she will be OK with that?"

I laughed out aloud.

"Oh yes. We've just been talking about that. I know she really wants to do that Rose, and before you ask, I'm OK with it too." I replied.

We went back into the bedroom and Rose gave Bill a slight nod.

Rose took some silk cords from a draw, and led Julie to the bed. She tied Julie's wrists and ankles to the bed posts so she was lying on her back spread-eagled star shape on the bed. Rose sat beside her and gently stroked Julie's breasts and nipples. 

"That cock needs a lot of lubrication before it's inserted in me. Time for one of my fantasises now. Tim I want you to lubricate it for me with your mouth, and I want to watch." Said Julie. 

I was shocked by her words, and slugged back another glass of wine. I decided to close my eyes again, and give it a try. I was certain it wouldn't do anything for me.

Bill sat on his haunches on the bed and I tentatively moved between his thighs. His cock was soft, but even soft was quite impressive, and I'd never seen such massive balls before. I placed my hand under his cock and lifted it up off the bed, and I was stunned by its weight. It twitched slightly in my hands. I leant forward and placed the tip in my mouth. It was still sticky from Bill's cum. As I licked it I moved my hand to Bill's heavy balls, and started to massage them. The head of his cock filled my mouth as I pulled his foreskin up and down. I was surprised to find it wasn't a unpleasant sensation. I could feel his cock beginning to stiffen and grow as I sucked and licked it. I ran my tongue along his shaft, and licked around his balls and musty pubic hair. I couldn't get his cock very far into my mouth without gagging, so just concentrated on using my tongue. To my surprise my own cock was soon as stiff as a pole, and suddenly it was in Rose's mouth. Bill grunted as I worked faster and faster on his now fully erect cock. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Julie watching me. Bill's hands went to my head and he pushed me back removing his cock from my mouth. It was slick with my saliva, and the head was bright purple and fully engorged.

Rose stopped sucking me off, and pulled me to the side of the bed and then to the sofa. Bill approached Julie, his cock standing out in front of him, large and proud.

"Do the honours for me Tim, lubricate her cunt for me." Said Bill.

I nestled between Julie's legs and with as much saliva as I could muster licked all over her pussy. Her eyes were wide open and just staring at Bill's cock. I inserted two fingers and found her soaking wet inside. She was ready, and I went back to the sofa. Rose held my aching cock as some sort of reassurance.

Bill stood beside the bed and offered his cock to Julie's mouth. She greedily sucked on it for a moment. Bill got on the bed squatting over her face. He lowered his balls to her tongue and moved up and down so she was licking from his balls, along his shaft and to the tip and back again. Bill moved further down the bed so his cock was rubbing between her tits, and then ran his cock down her tummy, until it eventually was resting on her pussy lips. Julie moved her hips as Bill slowly entered her. He got about an inch in when Julie gasped.

"Whoa! Don't hurt me, please take it slowly Bill." Said Julie.

"Don't worry darling, I won't hurt you. Said Bill.

Rose got up and went to the bed. She placed her hands either side of Julie's smooth shaven pussy lips and pulled them apart. Bill grunted and pushed in further. I watched fascinated as inch by inch it slipped in. When Bill had got half his cock in, he withdrew, and I can see it was sopping wet with Julie's juices. He then gently inserted it again, this time managing to get three quarters of it in.

"Oh fuck! That's so big. Fuck me Bill, fuck me." Julie groaned.

Bill pulled out again, stood up and nodded to Rose. Rose untied Julie's ankles and holding on to her feet positioned Julie so her ankles were up by her ears. Her ass was raised into the air as Bill once again placed his cock at her pussy entrance. He held on to the bed head as he plunged deep inside her.

"Fuck fuck fuck." Julie gasped.

Bill set up a fast rhythm and Julie moaned in ecstasy as Bill's rock hard large cock slammed back and forth into her. His balls made a slapping sound has they bounced off her buttocks. Julie's cunt was dripping wet and I could see her juices running down her inner thighs over her ass and staining the sheet beneath her.

Rose took my cock in her mouth and started sucking hard. Bill picked up his speed and was pumping in to Julie so hard the bed head was banging against the wall.

"Oh fuck! Jesus. I'm coming. Fuck I'm coming." Screamed Julie, as she pushed her ass up to meet Bill's thrusts.

Rose wanked my cock fast and I could feel myself on the edge of coming. I longed for the sweet release into Rose's Mouth. 

"Come with me darling." Said Bill. And with one final push he grunted as Julie wailed, and I could imagine his hot spunk pumping deep inside my wife's cunt. It was that thought that tipped me over the top and I held Rose's head as I squirted my cum down her throat.

Bill collapsed on top of Julie and they lay together breathing heavily. Rose squeezed the last drops of cum from my cock, and lapped it all up. I lay back on the sofa exhausted. Rose went to the bed and eased Bill's cock out of Julie. She tenderly licked Bill's cock and balls clean. and then turned her attention to Julie's cunt. 

"No. no... no more. Too sensitive." Whispered Julie. But Rose continued to lick until Julie was clean.

Bill stood up and untied Julie's wrists. He helped her to sit up on the bed.

Her hair was all mussed up. Sex hair. I went to her and held her in my arms. She snuggled her head down on to my chest and rocked slightly as she managed to get her breathing under control.

"I'll have some hot coffee ready for you both in a few minutes." Said Rose as she and Bill got dressed and went downstairs.

"Are you OK sweet?" I asked Julie.

"I'm tired but OK thanks Tim." She replied. "Just find my clothes for me darling."

I gathered our clothes and we got dressed in silence.

We went downstairs and sat on the sofa in the lounge. Julie held onto my hand. Rose and Bill came in with four mugs of steaming coffee, and passed two of them to Julie and myself.

The whole atmosphere was slightly embarrassing and uncomfortable as we attempted small talk about the weather, and TV programmes. 

We finished our coffee and made our excuses to leave. We thanked Bill and Rose for the evening, and with a brief wave got in the car and drove home in stunned silence.

As we got ready for bed, I wondered if tonight's experience was a one off, or if there would be more to come. I decided I would find the right time to discuss it with Julie the following day. 



The Dinner Party



The dinner party seems to be going very well.

My vantage point is limited, of course; David and his seven guests are seated at the table, and I'm in harness on a wheeled cart off to the side. I'm blindfolded, but the conversation is cordial and the food smells wonderful.

Veal, I think. But I ate earlier.

I'm kneeling, naked, on the long, low cart. My wrists are shackled at shoulder height to the cart's metal frame. The base of the cart is open so that a guest can stand or kneel between my legs, and my knees and ankles are cuffed to the cart's sides, forcing my thighs apart.. A fur-lined collar is fastened tight around my throat and chained to the frame.

"You're the dessert course, little slut," David told me earlier as he was fastening me in place. "They're going to gobble you up and come back for seconds."

My nipples and pussy are on fire, aching for attention. David spent the morning and afternoon teasing me with his fingers and a few of his favorite vibrators, and an hour or so ago he applied several coats of a thick, white cream to my naughty bits, making them swell and throb. My clit pulsates, and I'm sure that a fingertip touch would send me into a screaming orgasm.

Bowls of chocolate and caramel sauce are arranged around the base of the cart, along with cans of whipped cream and a bowl chopped nuts. An assortment of vibrators, dildos and plugs, along with tubes of lubricant, are available, along with paddles and a few tiny feather dusters. He made quite a show of setting up all the "accessories," as he called them, before blindfolding me. 

Tonight is my reward for being such an obedient little slut for the last few months: Eight men and women are going to make a buffet of my willing body as soon as they finish their nice dinner.

Honestly, I can't wait.

I'm trying not squirm now as I listen to them make small-talk. David had debated inserting a dildo and anal plug earlier, but decided against it, and I bitterly regret that. If I weren't gagged, I would be begging for a good hard fuck, or screaming in frustration.

There's a lull in the conversation and someone's glass clinks. Finally, one of the men asks, "Didn't you mention dessert earlier?" A woman titters nervously and my heart drops into my stomach.

"Of course," David says. A second later, I'm in motion as the two waiters he's hired for the evening roll the cart I'm strapped to over near the table.

I don't know if the guests saw me earlier, but I can feel them staring at me now and I really do have to fight not to squirm with a shivering mixture of embarrassment and frustration.

A second later, a pair of hands comes to rest on my shoulders and David says, "You can see what a delicious sweet we're offering tonight. Come take a closer look at the menu, then help yourselves. And of course, it's all you can eat."

I whimper as I hear chairs being pushed away from the table. David is standing right behind me and I can hear the others gather around.

Something metal clinks against china and a warm, wet substance is drizzled over my right breast. A second later, a tongue begins lapping at my flesh and I groan, though the gag muffles it. The lapping turns to kissing and sucking and I feel something drizzled over my left breast. I sigh as two hungry mouths lick and suck at me, then squeal as they close on my nipples.

I'm tongued and nibbled and thoroughly delighted, squirming happily in my bonds, when the most wonderful tickling begins on my ass. Laughter erupts as I wriggle in response, and the tickling intensifies.

Soon, I'm covered in sauce and I can't help writhing as several mouths get to work licking me clean. They're everywhere, tongues lapping at my breasts, my hips, my stomach and thighs, even my armpits and the crack of my ass.

Someone smears a thick layer of sauce over each ass cheek and I can't help but giggle through the gag as it's licked away. A second later, I'm squealing again as two nimble fingers spread a layer of sauce all over my dripping pussy. A second coat follows, then I feel fingers pressing what feels like tiny pebbles into the tender flesh.

Chopped nuts, I realize, and my mind goes blank at the thought of a hungry mouth devouring the layers of sweet sauce and salty nuts from my wet, aching cunt.

I don't have to imagine it for long as someone slips between my thighs and a tongue begins lapping at my pussy.

"She's delicious," a woman reports, then she gets back to work, exploring every fold. She avoids my clit, though, as she licks me clean, and I'm panting and grinding my pussy toward her questing mouth. But she teases me relentlessly, circling my clit for long minutes while I whimper and buck over her.

It's almost too much, having my pussy teased so thoroughly as countless hands and mouths greedily pleasure the rest of my body.

She pulls away and I want to scream with frustration, but the tickling resumes and I'm squirming again as feather dusters attack each cheek.

Fingers pinch and pull my nipples until they ache and I shriek when a paddle lands a stinging slap on my ass.

Another slap follows and two unseen tormentors land blows on each ass cheek for the next several minutes. I swivel my hips to avoid the blows, much to the guests' delight. My ass is on fire when the paddling finally stops and the tickling starts up again. 

Someone smears sauce over my nipples and I hear the hiss of the whipped cream can before something light and cool is squirted along my cleavage. More sauce is drizzled over my breasts and I squirm as a sprinkling of nuts follows.

I need to come so badly it hurts as my breasts are licked clean yet again.

The tickling has stopped and I'm gasping for breath when a hand smears a cool layer of lube along the crack of my ass. I try not to sob as two slick fingers plunge into my asshole, twisting and turning to loosen the tight sphincter.

The finger-fucking goes on for a few minutes, then a slick plastic phallus is pressed against the opening. "Ready for it, slut?" a man asks. I shake my head in protest, but the false cock pushes in gently, sliding inch by inch up into my ass. I groan and try to squirm away, but there's no escaping as the dildo is pulled in and out to rhythmically, relentlessly, fuck my ass.

Some women hate being penetrated this way, but I actually enjoy the sensation, as long as I'm well-prepared for it. It's the idea of being violated so primitively that makes me squirm, both in protest and arousal.

I can't think about ideas now, though; the sensations are too overwhelming and I'm so focused on the attention my ass is receiving that I'm shocked to feel fingers probing my cunt. I'm dripping-wet and my pussy clenches tight around the fingers, wanting more.

"God, she's hot," a woman says, laughing, and a second later, I'm being fucked with a second dildo, longer and thicker than the one probing my ass. It feels wonderful.

I hear a click and the dildo in my ass starts vibrating, not too gently, and I buck uncontrollably at the sensations shooting through my body. Another click and the dildo in my cunt is buzzing. The ribbed tip of a vibrator is rubbed gently over my throbbing clit and I'm wailing through the gag, flailing in my shackles as a series of orgasms rips through me.

I come again and again, manipulated to one climax after another. The guests laugh and cheer as my body contorts with wave after wave of pleasure until I can't manage even another tingle.

The dildos are removed and I just want to collapse, but I'm held upright by the cuffs and shackles.

"Let her catch her breath for a minute," David says. "Then we can come back for seconds."

I whimper at the thought as someone removes the gag from my mouth. I gulp for breath, trying to calm my racing pulse. I'm sticky with sweat and God knows what else. Someone holds a straw to my lips and I gratefully take a long sip of water.

"Clean her up," David orders and someone – one of the waiters, I suppose – runs a warm, wet washcloth over me.

After I'm cleaned up, a man suggests tying me to the table. I'm too exhausted to argue as I'm laid back on the long narrow table and tied into place. My arms are at my side, each wrist tied with a long rope to a table leg at the foot of the table. My back creaks in protest as my legs are spread wide, bent and pulled up to my shoulders, then tied at the ankles to the table legs.

I can't move a muscle, and I'm just conscious enough to realize that the guests have access to every part of me: My tits, my thighs, my pussy, even my ass, are all exposed and waiting to be played with.

I can feel myself falling asleep as a pillow is slipped under my hips to lift them higher off the table.

I wake up a while later to feel someone tickling the soles of my feet. I'm bent like a pretzel with ankles at my ears, but I can't help laughing as each foot is thoroughly tickled with a feather duster.

The tickling continues as a thumb rubs lightly over one nipple. A hand cups my other breast and more hands start stroking each thigh. I shake my head. "No, I can't," I groan, but to no avail and the caressing continues as my ass cheeks are gently rubbed. My breasts are fondled and a mouth closes gently over one nipple, sucking and nibbling it to firm point. "Stop it!"

I gasp as a feather duster is stroked along one leg and try to wriggle away as hands start spanking and pinching my ass cheeks. I open my mouth to protest and a hard cock slides in and begins pumping. I suck and lick it hungrily, relieved to be able to take some action.

I'm helpless to resist as they play with me. My mouth is fucked and my nipples are licked and pinched. Feathers stroke each thigh and a long, slim vibrator is slowly, gently inserted into my ass as fingers stroke and tease my clit.

The foot-tickling never stops and I think it's what makes me feel most helpless, most delighted, even as the vibrator is shoved all the way in to throb and hum in my ass, then pulled out again.

I can't move, can't twist away, can't even turn my head as a thick dildo is plunged into my pussy.

My ass and pussy and mouth are thoroughly fucked as I'm fingered just to the edge of orgasm. I want to squirm with frustration, but I can't. My clit is pinched and the man in my mouth groans and begins pumping faster. I whimper as teeth sink gently into one nipple and a warm tongue swirls over the other.

It's so good I can barely stand it.

Two fingers are stroking my clit now, running up and down each side of the swollen nub of flesh. I'm so close to coming that it almost hurts, but I love the tension, love being held here and made to want it.

The man in my mouth screams and jerks, filling my mouth with hot cum. I swallow as much as I can, loving the sensation as it spills onto my chin. One firm finger rubs the throbbing tip of my clit and I scream myself as I climax, twisting uncontrollably as the orgasm takes me.

A second erect cock brushes my lips and I open my mouth to receive it. Someone climbs up on the table to straddle me and I can't help groaning as they bend forward to begin licking and sucking my clit. The dildo in my ass is removed; I'm sure I'm going to be split in two as a long, thick plug is inserted in its place. I don't even try to squirm away as it fills me; I just concentrate on pleasuring the man fucking my mouth. He's grunting and jerking erratically, so I'm sure he won't last much longer.

The talented tongue is rushing me to orgasm; I can't keep my hips still and I start moaning around the cock filling my mouth. Teeth nip at my clit and I come again, grinding my pussy hard against the hungry mouth.

The man I'm sucking groans and comes hard, ramming himself deep into my throat, then pulling free to spurt cum over my face and chest. 

I'm just catching by breath as my ankles are freed. I sigh with relief as my hip joints pop, but my legs are wrapped around a broad set of shoulders and a man settles between my legs, pinning me back with his body weight. A second later, he's pushing his cock into me and I lift my hips to meet him.

His cock is the perfect size and the long, hard fuck he gives me is just what I want and I can hear myself screaming, "Yes!" over and over as he pounds into me. Every time I raise my hips, the ass plug is driven deeper and I'm shocked at how much I love being doubly-filled.

I come almost immediately and keep coming as the wonderful ride continues. I'm howling with pleasure when he finally explodes, sending me into a climax so intense that it's almost a relief when it ends.

He heaves himself off me and I just lie there panting, legs splayed, too exhausted to move or try to cover myself.

They let me rest for a while and I'm only dimly aware of someone gently removing the ass plug. Someone passes a warm, wet cloth over me, cleaning me up again, then I'm dried off. My arms and shoulders ache a little and my pussy and tits are wonderfully sore with use.

I think I sleep for a while. The next thing I remember is a woman asking if she can have a taste of my pussy.

"Of course," David says. I want to argue, but I don't have the energy and can only lie there as I feel a tongue licking and probing my aching cunt.

The tongue begins lapping my clit and I groan; I'm sore and very sensitive there just now. The gentle lapping goes on for another minute, then she's rubbing my clit with the flat of her tongue.

I shake my head as my clit begins to tingle. "I can't," I moan. "Please, no more."

"You'll come as often as we want you to, slut," David says sternly and pinches my nipples hard. "Fuck her mouth with your greedy pussy."

I'm almost crying as I lift my hips to rub my cunt against the woman's tongue and mouth.

"Faster," David demands, and I obey. "Show us what a little slut you are."

The tingle grows more intense and a familiar tightening begins in my groin. I take a deep breath and give in to the instinct to move my hips in tighter, more precise circles against the woman's skilled tongue and soon we're working together in a quick, rhythmic dance.

David fondles and squeezes my breasts and tugs at my nipples. "You love getting your pussy licked, don't you slut?" he purrs. "Say it."

"I love getting my pussy licked," I repeat, breathless under the assault on my clit and nipples. "I'm a horny little slut who loves getting her pussy licked."

He pinches me again hard and the woman eating my pussy thrusts two fingers deep into pussy and I scream, jerking wildly as I come yet again.

I'm openly sobbing when the climax eases and the guests gather around to soothe and pet me.

Someone is stroking my hair and my wrists are untied. I flex my arms gratefully, but before I can stretch, someone picks me up. "Go to sleep, little slut," David says tenderly.

As always, I'm more than willing to obey. 



The Dinner Party



You had called me late on a Thursday evening and after the initial pleasantries you began to tell me about your day. Apparently your branch manager was supposed to attend a black tie charity affair the next evening that was being hosted by your latest big client and your company had agreed to be a minor sponsor of, hoping that it would lead to more contracts. But, unfortunately that morning he had gotten a call that his mother was very ill and he was not going to be able to be there, so he turned to his number one analyst to take his place. 

Needing an escort and knowing it was short notice you gave me a call. "Emma, I really need to do this, it is very important to my career. Do you think you could join me there? I know its last minute, but the gown you wore on your cruise will be an excellent choice of attire and I promise, I will make it up to you if you do this for me!" 

Never being able to turn down a friend in need I agree and we make plans to meet there. 

The next night, I pulled up to some suitably impressive establishment, where you are waiting anxiously outside, somewhat nervous about the importance of the pending evening. You begin to descend the stairs to escort me inside just as the valet opens my door and assists me out. As my eyes begin to look around, you notice him taking an appreciative second look at the décolletage of my evening gown and the enticing full curves left bare to anyone's glance, before he hops in and drives my car away. 

"Good evening, Mr. Davis! You look magnificent tonight!" I say as you take my fingers into your hand and tucking them beneath your elbow, your hungry eyes devour my attire. The long glittering black dress is clinging to my voluptuous figure revealing the curve of my waist crowned off by my huge DD breasts and full round hips. The halter style neckline not only leaves a large amount of my full breasts gleaming in the street lights, but also my smooth creamy shoulders and the upper portion of my back bare to your touch, both physical and visual. My thick auburn tresses are stylishly swept into an alluring coiffure with a few loose tendrils curling around the ivory column of my long neck. 

"Ms. Snow, you are amazing! I do believe that quiet country girl demeanor of yours is just a facade as you look like you could show the Kennedy's a thing or two about society functions. You are ravishing! In fact if I didn't have to do this, I would propose that we skip this and return to my house for other interesting events." You say as you smile down into my deep brown almond shaped eyes framed by a thick fringe of jet black lashes. My glistening wine colored lips beckon you, and pressing a light kiss upon my mouth you pull me against your tall 6'2" frame.

Turning to face you, I slide my hand up your broad chest to smooth the lapels of your jacket, in the guise of removing any trace of lint but to have a reason to be able to touch your strong chest and feel the firm steady beating of your heart beneath. Looking up into your intense blue gaze, you draw me into your embrace as you lean down to kiss my enticing mouth again. Enjoying the warmth of the moment for a time, you reluctantly pull away and announce that it is time to go inside. I believe your choice of words were "to face the music."

As we enter the room where the festivities are being held, I take a moment to absorb the surroundings, everything from the softly lit chandeliers to the small group of musicians playing waltzes from one corner of the room. A waiter pauses with a tray of champagne, so you take two glasses from him and pressing one into my hand, you murmur something about holding the thing for appearances as I remember that you don't drink. When you leaned towards me to explain the presence of the glass, your vantage point allows you a breathtaking view of my generous breasts pressed provocatively up into bodice of my gown and as you slip your hand against my small of my back you can feel the ridges of the stays beneath and realize that this delightful view is being provided by the corset that I had mentioned last spring. Your hand begins to caress my back, seemingly of its own will and when I look up into your eyes they have begun to take on the same intense look I have seen before. Realizing that the inevitable outcome of you continuing to hold me in this manner is going to lead to a very preemptory departure from the gala, you place tight reigns upon your rapidly rising passion and placing a kiss upon my temple you softly promise yourself, "Later" as you begin the process of introductions.

As you lead us around the room greeting those you know and nodding appropriately to acknowledge those business colleagues you see afar, you realize that several men are admiring your choice of escorts. On occasion, as you have made the introductions you noticed that the men's eyes have never quite made it all the way to look into my softly smiling eyes but have lingered overlong on the swells of my cleavage. Once to the point where you were forced to softly clear your throat a couple of times and gently turn me away to keep their fascination from becoming offensive. 

You turn around and let out a low groan as you see your nemesis making his way towards us. Looking up to inquire what was wrong, before you can explain your exasperation he arrives before us. 

"Steve, you dog! Who is this gorgeous creature with you?"

As you make the required introductions you mention with some obvious satisfaction, that he was the second leading salesmen in your division, you notice that his eyes are focused farther south at the curve of my hip. Realizing that his gaze is roaming the curves and valleys of my hips and thighs as define by the drape of my dress and you can see that his mind is filling in the details kept hidden from his view, you begin to feel more than a little annoyed at his audacity. While you didn't even raise a brow when the others had previously ogled the cleavage displayed by this same gown, you are not so inclined to allow him of all people to trespass, even mentally, on the ground that you have claimed as yours. 

"Well, Brian, you will have to excuse us. I see our host waving to me from across the hall so I must go." 

As you lead me away you take some satisfaction when as you glance back towards him and see his eyes still glued to the sway of my hips, you slide your hand down to announce your possession of this territory in no uncertain terms. You explain that although the man is a notorious womanizer, still stuck in the early 80s, and wishes for the time when it was still ok for men to pat a woman's behind and call them doll or honey in the office, he was really a brilliant programmer which was the only reason your company kept him around.

When we are nearing our host, you return your hand to the small of my back. Reaching your destination you introduce me as your friend and after he quickly dispenses with the required pleasantries, he pulls you from my side and propels you along beginning to explain that he wants you to meet a young "go-getter" doctor that has some ideas about developing some software to assist in preparing the thesis for an ongoing research project that he has been chairing and that the hospital is really interested in, but he needs a bright programmer such as yourself to handle the 'technical' stuff.

Left to my own devices, I occupy myself with wandering the room looking at the interesting art placed here and there or casually making polite conversation with some of those that you had introduced me to. From time to time, I can catch a glimpse of you amid a few other gentlemen apparently deep in conversation. But whenever my eyes linger on your tall handsome form for more than a moment, you always look up and smile providing gentle reassurance that no matter how intense the conversation you are keeping tabs on me and know where I am in the room.

At one such time when our eyes have met across the way, your secretive smile begins to send electric currents through out my body as your eyes alternately undress me or promise many sensual delights ahead. While I am occupied with visually caressing your broad shoulders from across the room, I am surprised when a firm hand places itself against the small of my back and I turn around rapidly to find your associate, Brian had positioned himself next to me. Trying to casually dislodge the encroachment of his hand that was rapidly moving south, I turn more to face him but find that I have put myself in a bit of a predicament as I am now standing next to a wall on one side and am partially block in by his body in front, and on the other by a column with a vast arrangement placed upon its top. In this position I am blocked from view by most of the occupants of the room and it seems to embolden him as he steps even closer to me and takes advantage of his height to boldly look down my dress and even press his body against my side so that I can feel this burgeoning erection as it lays down his right leg and presses against my hip.

Leaning in closer, he tries to open up a conversation and his booze laden breathe encompasses me and I know he is more then just a little drunk. I try to make my way around him and to quietly extract myself from the situation without making a scene I quickly press pass taking him off guard with a murmured excuse that I have to go to the ladies room. 

Breathing a sigh of relief I make my way down the side corridor and entering the rest room try to calm my flustered body as I wonder what he might actually be capable of. Once I am finished in the ladies room, I begin to make my way back to the crowded security of the room to find you, but realize too late my mistake as he corners me in a deserted stretch of the hallway. 

"Oh, there you are." He breathes out in a low voice, blocking my progress down the hall he begins to advance, maneuvering me into a room off the hall that looks like a small waiting room with a few couches places here and there. 

"So, how did you meet Davis? I wouldn't think a gem like you would move in the same circles as that clown." 

"Excuse me, he is not a clown and I must get back as I'm sure he is looking for me and getting ready to leave." I declare as I try to walk past him but find he deftly steps in front of me again as he closes the distance between us.

"Don't worry about him doll, he gets so involved in his work he wouldn't see you if you stood naked in front of him while he is working on a project. But I, on the other hand, wouldn't be able to get anything accomplished if I had that vision in my mind."

"Be that as it may, I am due back in there so if you wouldn't mind, I'll say good evening." Trying once again to walk past him, but only to have him grab a hold of my bare shoulders and pull me roughly against him.

"What's the hurry, luv? I'm sure he wouldn't care if you share some of that luscious body with me for a bit." No sooner had he finished uttering those words then he had lowered his face and smashing his mouth against my face, his kiss half misses and his lips leave a wet trail as he maneuvers himself to kiss me fully, pressing his thick tongue past my lips and deep into the warm recesses of my mouth.

While we were verbally sparing he had backed me towards a settee in the rear of the room and without any additional warning my legs hit the edge and I fall backwards with his body falling heavily upon mine with his body pressing me against the arm. As his mouth presses heavily against my face, sliding wetly from my lips to my throat, his right hand is clutching my full breast with bruising force and his left is busy trying to pull my gown up so that he could explore the territory that had earlier gained his unswerving regard.

Pushing against him and squirming as best as I could with his weight on me, trying to get him off, I gasp out an astonished "Oh" as his hand has finally worked its way onto my stocking covered knee and is rapidly sliding upwards towards my hip. Just as his fingers finds the bare skin of my hip his right hand rips my gown and the strap falls loose revealing my pale tits to his liquor glazed eyes. Now that my upper body is mostly revealed to his gaze he moves his left hand up to my neck and looking into my eyes, his gaze is threatening and I can see that he has no intention of stopping at anything short of rape. 

His fingers encircles my neck squeezing slightly until I'm barely able to breathe my hands come up and clutches at his arm hoping he won't choke me to death in his almost drunken stupor, but with a huge rush of his alcohol laden breathe he looks down and seeing my full breasts naked to his gaze, falling loosely out of the top of the jet black corset I had worn for you pleasure he groans in satisfaction and returns to roughly pinching and squeezing the flesh of my boobs. His punishing mouth returns to mine thrusting his tongue in my mouth and using a fucking motion he fills my mouth with the taste of alcohol. After what seems like forever, his head moves wetly down over my cheek to my chin and skips down until his thick lips finds my brownish nipple and he lavishly runs his thick tongue across the tip in a wide swipe before his mouth covers most of the large areola and his sharp small teeth painfully bite the end before sucking it strongly. The burst of white hot pain shoots through my breasts making me cry out which only comes out as a chokes sob through my stifled throat. Despite the roughness of his licking and sucking, my very sensitive nipples are getting hard as rocks and this apparently encourages him to think that I'm enjoying his abusive attentions.

Pulling up off my breasts with a lusting gleam in his eyes, he surveys my prone body taking in my breasts left bare above the corset. Keeping me pinned to the corner of the couch with his hand upon my neck, he moves off me a little and sitting next to me says, "Let's see what else you have for my pleasure." 

Even as he is talking he pulls up the end of my gown into the middle of my lap, once it is out of the way, he sees that I didn't wear any panties just the stockings and garters with my high spiked heels. He takes in the bald skin of my pussy that is now revealed to his drunken gaze and slurs out "I knew you were a slut. Look at the way you are dressed, even beneath your nice gown you have on a whore's corset just waiting for Davis to fuck you silly tonight. Well now I'm going to get you warmed up and he can have sloppy seconds when he gets you home tonight."

Grabbing the top of my knee with bruising force he pulls my leg over his effectively opening my body for his exploration. As he slides a little closer, half lifting my body onto his, he moves his hand up the inside of my softy ivory thigh until his blunt thick fingers press against the silken skin of my pussy. Plunging right through the outer lips his fingers meet little resistance as they hit the skin that has been greased up with my pussy juices and they slide deep in that hard thrust. We are both surprised that the inner pink lips have started to get wet, readily displaying that my slutty body is responding to his brutish attentions even if mentally I'm revolted with every wet, sloppy kiss and hard rough caress.

"Oh nice, a hot wet cunt to fuck. You want ol' Brian's hard cock don't you baby. Well you know I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to fuck you so good that you'll dump that bozo Davis and be begging me for more of my monster cock." 

With every word he thrust his thick blunt finger deeper into my pussy, even pressing a second one inside as his thumb brushed against my clit hood making my hips jump. Working back and forth, he continued finger fucking my body as his lips returned to my tits and started sucking my nipple once again. Between the hard insistent thrusts of his fingers inside my body and his warm wet lips alternately biting hard and deeply sucking my thick brownish pink nipples and the fact that his grip was still tight on my throat blocking a deep steadying breathe my head started to swim as wave upon wave of sexual sensations washed over my typically lusting body. If it wasn't for the circumstances and the man who was forcing me to submit to his brutal attentions, I would be freely enjoying the feelings flowing through my body as it was forcefully seduced.

As he withdraws his fingers for a moment, I hear the zipper of his slacks being slid down and know it won't be long before I'm feeling his "monster cock" filling the surprisingly empty feeling within my now wet and hot pussy.

"Open up Ms. Snow, you know you want my hard cock fucking you. Look down here and see this big 10 inch thick cock before you get to feel it sliding inside your quivering cunt."

I am unable to stop myself, my eyes slide down his slightly pudgy torso and catch a glimpse of the purple head of a very thick cock that looks every bit of 10 inches if not more before he rolls over on top of my unresisting prone body. My eyes must have betrayed my carnal fascination with such a hugely proportioned fuck stick, because he laughingly slides the head up and down the slit of my now drenched pussy several times. With each pass I couldn't help but hold my breathe thinking he would plunge it deep inside my tight walls only to feel him move up past and the thick head press against my clit sending a rush of fluid in a steady flow down my now open and quivering pussy. I'm actually shocked to realize that my hips are rocking with each pass as if begging for him to finish my rape, making me part and party of this crude debauchery. 

Looking up into my face, his eyes fixing my shocked features with a smugly satisfied smile as he says "I knew you were a whore and wanted me to fuck you," and with those words he thrusts his cock hard and deep into my soft body not stopping until his cock head is buried deep against my cervix. The thick hot length filling me more then I've ever felt before and tears leak out of my eyes as I know I want him to fuck me now. I want to feel this thick, steely cock of a virtual stranger make me cum like a cheap street walker.

Lying beneath him, I feel him begin to pull back out and his eyes glare his feral lust as he fucks forward hard and fast and his mouth cracks into a cocky grin as my hips rise to meet him now thrust for thrust. Even knowing my body has betrayed me, he keeps his hand upon my throat and using his other fingers to pinch and twist my erect nipples, beyond that only his cock and my cunt are in contact as he begins a punishing pace, slamming his hips up and down within the now frothy depths of my snatch. Just as his hand tightens a little more upon my throat and his fingers nearly pull my nipple from the dome of my breast the spasm of intense sensation combined with a hard deep thrust washes over me and I cum hard on his ravaging cock. The walls of my pussy clenching and gripping his hard shaft must have been what he wanted and I can feel the hot wet jets of his cum as they combine with my pussy juice. His cock twitches and jerks as the final spurts of cum shoot from his balls with spine tingling intensity as he gives a shudder before falling limp on top of me.

Just as our breathing is returning to some semblance of normality, I can still feel his cock still hard and thick inside me and he licks the side of my face as he says "Yeah, after I drink I can fuck for hours. I'm not done with your cunt yet, slut." 

Before I can work up the strength to push him away not willing to see what else he may have in store for me, he is bodily lifted off me and I look up to see you sending him flying out the door. Shaken and relieved beyond measure to see you, I move shaking hands to try to repair my appearance.

Sitting next to me, you look me over and aren't sure that no long term damage has been done, you gently touch the side of my face and ask if he had hurt me.




The Dinner Party



The dinner party was in full swing. My assistant had once again done an excellent job at creating a professional but inviting atmosphere in my loft for my clients and wives. I set about making the typical circle but was distracted by the thought of finding Alisandrea here. I knew she would be late. I also knew she would be nervous. This wasn't her typical crowd but had promised to make an appearance. 

I returned to the champagne fountain when a flash of dark maroon silk caught my eye. She stood amongst a group of men, casually talking and flirting with them. She was... impressive. Her hair was down but curled around her shoulders, silver jewelry, in a gown of deep maroon that fell to the floor and cradled her breasts beautifully. She wore no makeup but it wasn't needed with the creamy peachy complexion she possessed. My cock hardened instantly. The urge to take her to my bedroom and rip off the silk was overwhelming. This woman had the control to make me an animal in the bedroom. Not that she knowingly did it, of course. 

Ali caught me staring and smiled as she talked. She blushed deeply and shook her hair back. I growled low in my throat and watched as her left hand rubbed her shoulder, skimmed her right breast, slid down her torso and gathered the silk in one hand. She pulled it up just enough for me to see the shiny, spangled flip flops she wore underneath the dress and dropped the dress back in place. I smiled back and chuckled to myself. I knew she hated heels. Only she could find a way to make flip flops work in silk at a formal party. 

I made my way slowly over to her, pausing to speak to someone now and then. Her eyes never left me. I was dressed in black Hugo Boss, her favorite. My hair was loose, also her favorite with a bit of stubble just to tease her. 

"I see you've made acquaintances, Alisandrea," I said as I walked up behind her. I casually placed my hand on her shoulder and greeted the few men and women standing around. As they continued the conversation I slid my hand down her arm, raising goose bumps. I let my hand travel down her bare back and skim down her left buttock. No underwear, good. The silk was soft but the woman underneath it was warm, alive and ready. I could smell her arousal. It was a particular scent to her skin, a certain heat that emanated from her body. Three months of fucking each other relentlessly will let you discover the subtle nuances of each other. I put my hand around her waist and excused us from the conversation, guiding us to the balcony where two guests were seated on the far end. 

"It's a beautiful party, James," she said softly as she braced against the railing and faced me. I knew she hated heights but admired the courage in which she braved being on a simple balcony. Her breasts jutted out from her dress and I groaned. Soft white skin under the moonlight barely cradled in dark fabric. I pressed myself against her, letting her feel my erection and rubbed it against her sex. She groaned and let her head fall back, closing her eyes. I had refrained for two weeks from biting her during sex so she could wear a pretty frock for the party but her exposed neck made my mouth water. Ali lifted her head and smiled softly. She leaned into me and brushed soft lips to mine. She was up to something so I let her do what she desired. One hand wrapped around my waist as the other slid up my neck, my jaw, into my hair. She'd told me several times that the texture of my hair was a pure delight for her. Ali rubbed her cheek against the stubble and purred softly. I pulled her hair back and mouthed her neck. Damn, I wanted to bite it! I felt the tremor of lust thrill through her. She was ready for me and I wanted to take her, violently, right here and damn the guests. 

"Mr. Eaton, we need you inside sir." The voice of my assistant broke through our little bubble and I pulled away from Ali.

"Stay," I commanded. She only nodded. I knew she couldn't speak at this point. I made my rounds and announcements, mingled a bit more but kept checking the clock. 

I was edgy. I wanted to be rid of my guests and fuck Ali on the balcony against the cold marble. I wanted to see her nipples rise from the frigid air as her body convulsed around my cock.

I took a deep breath and pretended to be engrossed in a client's droning when I noticed Ali standing over by the dessert table thirty feet away. She picked up a piece of fruit and dipped it into the chocolate fondue and delicately took a bite. She smiled as a drop fell to her right breast. My favorite one. My cock grew uncomfortable in my slacks as Ali scooped up the spot and licked her finger. It was then she noticed that I was watching. 

She lifted the fruit to her lips, kissing it, licking her lips free of the chocolate and bit into the fruit. She knew that my control was pushed to the limit. I excused myself and walked deliberately slow to the table. Ali smiled and picked up a slice of banana and dipped it again, taking slow measure to lick around the fruit and suck on it softly. She looked directly into my eyes and I could see the fire in her eyes. She wanted me to fuck her. She wanted me to make her curl around me as she climaxed hard. Very hard. I smiled rakishly and walked away from her. 

I closed the party at midnight, and told my assistant to leave the cleaning till tomorrow. The elevator doors slid shut and I pressed the lock button.

I returned to the balcony but didn't see Ali anywhere. "James," her voice called softly to my right. She was lounging on the divan. I had to smile at the "shoes" lying on the marble as I moved to her. I could smell her lust from 20 feet away and when I reached her, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down to the edge of the cushion and slid my hands up smooth calves, knees, thighs, finding her sex I pushed back the dress and buried my mouth on her clit. She arched and pushed into my face as she came instantly under my tongue. Ali stopped breathing completely as I drove her over the edge. I unbuckled my slacks and pulled my cock free from my briefs, suddenly letting go of her throbbing bud. She started to protest when I loomed over her and shoved inside her as hard as I could. 

"Oh, shit!" She exclaimed softly as her legs drew up to my buttocks and pulled me in. I snaked one hand behind her head and kissed her hard as I fucked her. I wasn't gentle. This was pure animal lust and I intended to slake it inside this woman. Her sex was fire around my cock, gripping me reflexively and the slickness made me bury my mouth at the base of her neck and bite her. Ali convulsed around me as she climaxed, whimpering. She had accepted that primal side of myself and mixed it with her own animal lust. She held me tightly as she rode her orgasm on my cock, pushing me to my limit but I held back and slowed my pace as she relaxed under me. After a few minutes she opened her eyes. 

I pulled out of her, my cock still stone and stood up, pulling her with me. I stripped and laid back on the divan. Ali smiled and released the tiny straps holding the dress in place. It fell to the flagstone and she stood before me, nude. Beautiful. She ran her hands down her body, pausing to cup her firm peachy tipped breasts, smooth down over her stomach and caress the top of her wet sex. Her head fell forward so I could no longer see her face but watched as her hands rubbed her body everywhere. I was rock hard. She smiled and walked back into the loft, emerging with a small cup in her hand, setting it on the table beside us. 

Ali crawled onto the divan, kissing up my left leg, letting her tongue slide across my skin as her hands rubbed up both my legs. Her hair fell around her face creating a dark halo at the crown in the full moonlight. She kissed up my left thigh, nibbling gently then moved to my right thigh and kissed it. I felt her breasts skim across my thighs and I tensed which caused my cock to jerk upright and ooze a bit. She traced her tongue across my pelvis, straddling her legs across mine, closing them. 

She slid her mouth up my stomach, curling her tongue inside my belly button as my cock screamed for release. Her hand moved to the cup as she lifted her head and rubbed chocolate across my nipples. Her breasts cradled my cock causing it to swell painfully. She leaned to the left one and licked it softly. I growled low in my throat. She licked me clean then rubbed a bit more on it. She pursed her lips and sucked it into her mouth. My hips reflexively pushed against her breasts. I needed release inside this woman. She moved to the right nipple and teased the chocolate around the nipple. Ali licked it off, completely avoiding the nipple altogether. I laid my head back and watched as she rubbed chocolate on her lips and sucked my nipple into my mouth. It was more than I could stand. 

I growled and pulled her up to me and pressed my cock between the folds of her sex. It was hot. It was swollen. She wanted me, I could smell it on her skin, on her tongue as she pressed down on my cock, rubbing her clit on my head. She pulled back and kissed down my jaw to my neck and nibbled it. I knew she wanted to bite me, to mark me. 

"Bite, Alisandrea," I whispered. Her breathing ragged she moved her hips and pushed down onto me slowly as her teeth sank into my shoulder. I cradled her in my arms as she buried my cock in her sex, squeezing it tightly. She felt... blissful. 

Her teeth tightened on my skin, digging into muscle but it didn't hurt. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders for support and began to fuck me slowly. I could hear her growling around my flesh. My hands moved to her hips and guided her motions. 

She released my shoulder and kissed up my jaw and kissed me deeply. I could feel her body tremble above me and knew she was close. She braced her hands on the divan and proceeded to fuck the hell out of me. She threw her head back in concentration, brow furrowed. I released her hips and cradled her breasts in my hands. 

I wanted to stay with her but she was fucking just the head of my cock in swift irregular motions and I cried out as I exploded inside her. She collapsed against me as I felt her sex tighten incredibly around me and she whimpered as she burst through her orgasm. 

I held her softly as she shook, my own pleasure satiated. I should have been basking in my own release but to feel her shake against me, knowing I caused the spectacular orgasm that ripped through her was more pleasurable. 

I pulled the coverlet for the divan over us, hiding our bodies from the moonlight. There wasn't any need to move. At all.

"Delicious," Ali murmured against my chest.

"Indeed," I replied as we kissed softly. 



The Dinner Party



Copyright 2008: The Big Bopper. This story cannot be reproduced on any other website or reprinted in any form without the written consent of the author.

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This is a sequel to "Working for His Promotion" and follows on after Part 7 of that story. It features all of the same characters so we suggest that you read that earlier story to be fully acquainted with the quirks and preferences of the people that cross the paths of the main characters, 28 year old Adam and his 26 year old wife Joanne.

In pursuit of climbing the corporate ladder, Adam moved to a large company based in a small town to work as Marketing Manager. His new boss, Robert soon lusted for and quite easily seduced Joanne by threatening the security of Adam's new job. He then exercised his control over the young couple by putting Joanne on the company payroll, using her as bait to sign up four new major clients.

When Adam and Joanne secured the four new clients for the company, Robert rewarded the couple with shares amounting to 20% ownership of his company. But Robert's long suffering and subservient wife, Jane outmanoeuvred him to gain control of the company, appointing Adam as the new CEO. Caught up in federal tax evasion charges, Robert and his accountant are facing the prospect of prison terms.

Meanwhile, Jane has dumped Joanne from the payroll and invited Adam to come alone to a dinner party on the first Friday evening after taking on his new position. The surprise other guests will be Helen, Robert's long-serving PA, now working for Jane and Adam, and the very young nymphette Yvette who helped Adam and Joanne in the pursuit of one of the new clients.

Chapter One

After Jane's coup that ousted Robert from his own business, the first week was somewhat surreal for Adam & Joanne. Adam was very busy at the office, putting in extremely long hours as he adjusted to his new role running this very large corporation. He had only been there six months and there was much to learn about the business if he was to make a success of his new role.

Joanne was already feeling quite neglected and she was hoping that this week would not be indicative of their new life. Adam was very tired when he got home at night, usually not until after 8pm and on two nights he had dropped asleep in front of the TV. In recent months, she had experienced the variety of her nights out with male strangers, seducing them to win their business for the company. Although she had approached each of those nights with some fear and trepidation, three of the four turned out to be quite exciting for her. Now she didn't even have the prospect of those evenings to look forward to.

She was miffed that Jane had quite pointedly invited Adam on his own to her Friday night dinner party, Joanne feared that may mean that Jane had her eyes on Adam, despite him being 18 years younger than Robert's wife. She was also less than impressed that Adam's PA, Helen would be there, although Joanne accepted that there was no love lost between that woman and her husband. From the stories that Adam had related to her about his first week in the job, Joanne could see that Helen could be a thorn in Adam's side.

But of the four who would be at the dinner party, Joanne reserved her greatest scorn for young Yvette. The 20-year-old nymphette had been shanghaied into their client seduction scheme at the last minute by Robert as a date for Adam when Joanne was seducing Nick Marshall to sign up with the company. Yvette had told Joanne in the cab heading to the hotel that she was desperately hoping that Adam would fuck her that night and she implied that she would let him do anything that he wanted to her. Joanne had kept that information from Adam but Yvette's words had lingered in the back of Joanne's mind ever since. Yes, Joanne considered the youthful appeal of Yvette perhaps a greater threat to her marriage than her own dalliances with Robert.

On the Friday of the dinner party, Joanne was up early, wanting to talk to her husband before he set off for work, knowing that he would go straight from work to Robert and Jane's big house up on the hill overlooking the lake and the town. She prepared eggs on toast for them both and poured a morning cup of coffee for her husband when he appeared in the kitchen after his shower.

"So Adam, it's the big night tonight … are you ready for whatever Jane throws at you?"

"I guess so, Jo … I don't really know what to expect."

"Well honey, the fact that she didn't want me there tells me that you may be wanted for your body. You and three women at a dinner party … it's just so weird."

"Yes, but I told you about Helen, didn't I? Jane says my new PA is bi and she fancies young Yvette … so if you're right about it being a sexual dinner party, then that just leaves me with old Jane."

"And how do you feel about that? Would you like to fuck old Jane, Adam?"

"No I don't … an older woman doesn't appeal to me. But you've had her husband a few times, so I guess it's only fair."

Joanne looked at her husband wistfully. "Yes, I have to admit it's probably fair, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Please don't do anything you don't have to … and don't enjoy it."

Adam smiled at his wife, "I'm sorry Jo, but I guess this is my turn now. I was strong while you were out getting screwed … and you loved it most of the time. Now you've got to sit at home and be strong."

"I guess so … please don't stay out all night … I'm going to miss you." Joanne got up from her chair and walked across to her husband, throwing her arms around him. "Can I tempt you to come back to bed for a quickie?"

"Sorry Jo, I have to be at the office by 8.30, got a meeting. I'll take a raincheck."

Joanne pouted, unhappy that she would not have one last chance on the day of the dinner party to remind her husband how good it felt for his cock to be embedded tightly in her cunt.

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This Friday was only the fifth day for Adam in his new role running the company. It was as busy as the previous four had been and he only realised how late it was when Helen appeared in the doorway to say, "If there's nothing else, Adam, I'll go now. It's a big night tonight at Jane's, want to go home and tidy up for it. Could be romance in the air, if you know what I mean."

He didn't actually, but he wondered if her implication was that she and Yvette could become an item. Adam shuddered at the thought … while he had no carnal desires for his 40-something PA, he still felt his cock stir whenever he saw the very attractive 20 year old Yvette from the typing pool downstairs. Occasionally, he still recalled the events of that evening with Joanne and Nick … Yvette taking her panties off at the table after Joanne had done the same. Then how good her body felt when he fucked her twice during that night and finally his anguish over whether to go home with Yvette after he had left his wife and Nick Marshall in bed together at the hotel. The fact that he didn't continue the night with Yvette – and what he had missed out on - had run through his mind so many times since.

Adam told himself that he would have to put his work away any moment. While he knew that there was enough paperwork to occupy him well into the night, he owed it to his new boss, Jane to be on time for her dinner party. Adam had his head down studying some documents when Yvette entered his office without knocking. She was standing at his desk before he realised she was there.

"Oh Yvette, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in."

"That's okay Adam … I haven't seen you all week so I guess I should congratulate you. It's wonderful to see you here, in this office, running the company. You so deserve it, I hope you know that I've been in love with you since I first saw you coming out of this office back when Mr. Johnson was here."

"He's gone now, Yvette … but I can't believe that you still call Robert Mr. Johnson after all he had you do for him."

"That's the point, Adam … and I hope you realise that the things I did for Mister … err, Robert, like … err, you know, blow jobs and that … were because he told me to do it, not because I wanted to."

"Yes Yvette, I'm sure it was … that's the way Robert was around here. He got whatever he wanted."

"That night we went out, Adam … was the greatest night of my life. I got to be with a man that I really wanted, that I could love … and I got to make love with you. My only regret was that you wouldn't come home with me. There were so many things we could have done that night, back in my bed."

"Yes Yvette, I do think about that night from time to time."

"I'm glad you do … do you wish you had come in with me now?"

"Err, I think so, Yvette. I was so confused about my feelings that night … I guess I still am."

"You know I told Joanne in the cab on the way to the hotel that night, that I so wanted you that I would let you do anything to me that night … anything. I'm only young and I haven't had a lot of sex, so I don't even know what some of those things might have been … but I wanted you so badly that I would have done anything for you."

"That's really nice, Yvette … thank you." Adam was getting nervous at Yvette's presence in his office and her telling him of her feelings for him. "So what can I do for you now, Yvette?"

"Well, you know that we're both going to Jane's dinner party tonight. I brought a change of clothes, so I was hoping that I could use your shower to freshen up, if you don't mind. The shower in your office is the only one in the building."

"That's not quite right, Yvette … there are several showers down on the factory floor."

"But this one's nicer, it's got real soap."

Adam laughed at Yvette's reference to the liquid soap containers in the factory floor bathrooms. "Okay Yvette, away you go."

"Thanks … would you like to join me?"

Adam looked up at her again, checking out the seductive look on her face and those very kissable lips. She was just 5'2" … a compact little package. Her hair was short, in an elfin cut that highlighted her pretty face. Her breasts were smallish, probably about 34" but they made a nice neat package.

"Very tempting Yvette, but I've got to get this file finished … and we can't be late for the dinner party."

"Okay," she seemed to accept his response simply. Adam was surprised … hearing her recollections of that night and seeing her seductive look, Adam had expected trouble.

His first impression was right, but the trouble was only deferred for ten minutes. Adam heard the shower running in the bathroom off his large office, then it stopped and there was silence for a while. Just as when she had entered his office earlier, Adam never heard her coming from the bathroom until he was aware of her presence, standing right alongside him, on his side of the desk.

He looked up, turning his head to his right and saw that she was beautifully naked. Yvette had been holding a towel, but she leaned forward toward the desk and placed that towel over the paperwork he had been studying, ensuring that she had his full attention. She had his attention all right … Adam swivelled the rest of his body around in his chair, facing her and she smiled down at him as she stepped between his legs.

Yvette had not dried off thoroughly with the towel. As Adam's eyes scanned her compact little body, he noted that there were a few drops of water, just perching on the slope of her breasts above her nipples. Had she left the water drops there purposely? His eyes roamed further down, noting that she still had her pubes shaved completely, not a hair there. Adam's eyes took in the thin crease line that should shortly spread apart if events continued the way Yvette was leading them.

"I want you, Adam … I want you now." She reached out one hand and placed it on his cheek, touching his skin softly.

He tried to offer some reason, "Darling, we don't have time for this, maybe later tonight." But his words were feeble, he wanted Yvette too … and she knew it, she could see the lust in his eyes as they roamed over her body. 'Why now?' wondered Adam as he took in the sight of this wonderful lithe 20 year old body. 'I resisted so well when Joanne was doing Nick that night. I only had Yvette twice and mainly to keep Nick happy. But now, I just need her so badly.'

His hands reached out and grasped both hips, pulling her closer. She lifted one leg and slid her knee up on his chair alongside his thigh … then did the same on the other side, her naked body now sitting astride his thighs. She lowered her hands and worked his trouser fly zipper down, then one hand reached in, slipping over the waistband of his briefs to pull his emerging erection clear. "Umm, just as I remembered it … I know I liked it."

One of Adam's hands lifted up to the back of her neck and he pulled her head down to his, their already open lips meeting and their tongues touching and reacting immediately. The kiss was intense and filled with passion and Adam raised his second hand to fondle one breast while her hand at his cock was busy running up and down the length of it. Yvette whimpered emotional little sounds of pleasure through their joined lips.

When their kiss eventually broke and the heads pulled back, each gasping for air, Adam reached around the back of her hips again, seeking to pull her body up onto his, but one of her hands pushed him away. "No, I want you on top of me, I haven't had you that way. I want to feel the weight of your body, the force of you pushing your cock into me."

Yvette looked around the room, spotted the long lounge over behind the coffee table. "There, that looks fine, can we do it there?"

Adam lifted up out of the chair, cradling the tiny Yvette in his arms, cuddling her upper body to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips tightly and she felt his now hard cock squashed against her bare tummy.

"Better still," he told her. "There's a secret foldaway bed in the wall. Robert thought of everything in this office." Adam carried her around the desk and placed her bare butt on the front edge. "Just stay here a moment, I'll get this thing down."  

Reluctantly, Yvette unfolder her arms and legs from his still clothed body and Adam walked across to a part of the wall panelling that looked no different to the rest of the wall. He pressed a button and a large section slid sideways, revealing a fold-up bed that was a large double bed size. Adam pulled the bed down and locked the legs in place … then he turned and went back for Yvette. She was seductively perched on the edge of his desk, her short legs dangling above the floor. He put his arms around her and slipped each hand under an arse cheek, lifting her up off the desk and cradling her in his arms again. She again wrapped her arms around his neck to cling to him while he carried her to the bed.

He gently lowered her to the edge of the mattress and she wriggled her way to the centre of the bed and held her arms up beckoning him to join her. Adam quickly unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers, then he shucked off his briefs and unbuttoned and shed his shirt. Now he was as naked as the pretty young woman who lay eagerly awaiting him on the bed.

He knelt on the mattress and crawled across to her, slipping into her awaiting arms that she quickly folded around him. "I have wanted this moment to come for so long, ever since that night we first had sex," he told her.

Adam purposely didn't call it making love, because that was something he only did with his wife. No, he knew that this was just going to be lust-driven sex. He had been so tempted to stay with Yvette the night they had met and he had taken her twice at the hotel, in full sight of Joanne. But that night he had been confused, plagued by guilt of cheating on Joanne despite her being fucked by the biggest cock either of them had ever seen.

Somehow, this Friday afternoon was different. He knew that if he had stayed with his wife this morning when she suggested a quickie, then he wouldn't be in bed with Yvette now. But somehow, Adam's relationship with Joanne had changed recently and Adam couldn't figure out what had triggered his changed emotions.

Was it the rape episode that Joanne had endured with the final client prospect? Was it his rapid promotion to CEO of the company at 28? Now that he had the promotion that he craved - and that his wife had surrendered her body for - did he see her in a different light? Had he reflected on how much she had enjoyed seducing most of the prospects and not liked what he saw? He and Joanne had not made love all week. Did he miss it? Of course he did … but Adam had been so busy in his new position at the company that he somehow didn't feel up to it each night when he got home. Yet Yvette had walked up to his desk naked and in a flash he is in bed with her.

Adam was eager to be inside Yvette now that he had made up his mind to give in and have her … he knew that he could just plunge in and take her quickly, it would satisfy the sexual craving he now felt. But he was thinking rationally enough to realise that this young woman deserved better treatment than that. Yvette had so willingly jumped in and saved their project that night that big cocked Nick had insisted that Adam double date with he and Joanne. Yet Adam had treated her flippantly, paying her little attention early in the evening and then having her only when Nick demanded it … then finally rejecting her when the two were alone.

Adam kissed her passionately, resisting a quick coupling as Yvette's small hot body writhed around beneath him on the bed, her rapidly moistening slit trying to ensnare his hard cock. At the end of the first kiss, he pushed his upper body up from her and lowered his lips onto her perfectly round 34" breasts, his lips and tongue attacking the hard nipple of first one and then the other. All the time, Yvette's body ground around on the bed, her legs locking over the back of his thighs as her words implored him to have her now.

"I want you inside me now, Adam … oh my God, I've wanted this for so long … please, don't make me wait any longer … do it now … come on, you're so hard, put it in."

He paused in his devouring of her breasts. "Yvette … honey, be patient … I want this to be good for both of us."

"It will be … I know it will … just put it in now."

His hard cock was squashed between their bellies and her gyrations were intent on forcing it, without the use of their hands, to fit into her moistening slit. But when somehow she succeeded and Adam felt the head of his cock slide right up to the moist opening of her cunt, he pulled back quickly, tugging his lower body clear of her hold.

"No!" she screamed at him, "Don't tease me, just do it … put it in now … oh, I want you so much." Her hands roamed over his back, trying to pull his body into her.

"Calm down, Yvette … I will … believe me, I will. I just want to make it good for us … I want it to last more than 30 seconds. Come on, please be patient."

Adam watched her lower body continue to lift up off the bed, attempting to connect with his cock, but he held himself just above her grasping mound and thighs. His head ducked down again and his lips and tongue resumed their work on her nipples, now standing hard and erect, wet from his tongue.

Her eyes closed in reaction to what his lips and tongue were doing to her breasts. "Okay … okay, I'll wait … just don't make it too long. Your cock feels ready to me … and I know I am. Oh Adam, having that shower was so hard to do, wondering what you would do when I came out naked … hoping that you wouldn't reject me."




The Dinner Party



"I couldn't reject you," said Adam, tearing his mouth off her nipples to mutter those few words before his mouth slid down over her belly button and on across her flat tummy, heading for that tempting warm bare welcoming haven. 

"You did that night when I invited you to come up to my bed," she reminded him.

"I'm sorry, that was a difficult night … I'll tell you why one day."

"It's okay, I know why," she admitted. Adam was stunned and his mouth stopped its progress across her belly, he lifted his head to look at her. Yvette's timing was way out because his lips had just touched her emerging clitoris as she made her revelation.

"No, don't stop … oh God, don't stop!" Both of her hands shot down to the top of his head, pushing him, forcing it back down to her mound. "Please just do what you were going to do … we can talk about it later."

He hesitated a moment, then seeing her open eyes, pleading, staring down at him over her body, imploring him to resume his oral exploration of her clit. Adam lowered his mouth to her little bud and sucked it in, his tongue painting it while his lips held it tightly in a lip lock. She screamed out her relief and satisfaction and her legs lifted up, her heels on his back, her thighs locking his neck to hold his head to her mound.

Adam's lips and tongue worked furiously at her clit, occasionally ducking down to run along her spreading labia lips. It didn't take long … when he stiffened the tip of his tongue and drove it partway into her cunt, quickly followed by his lips sliding back up to again attend to her pulsing clitoris, she came. Yvette enjoyed a powerful, throbbing orgasm that rocketed up from within her compact body and conveyed itself to Adam like an electric shock through his open mouth that was pasted tightly against her clit.

The wonderful orgasm had taken the intense edge off her physical need, but not off his. As the throbbing eased in Yvette's cunt, her thighs relaxed their grip on Adam's head and he quickly raised his body up and into position. His legs moved between hers, his cock - aroused and hard - nudging at the now widely spread lips of her labia and the opening of her cunt. Without warning or ceremony, he pushed forward, driving the head and another inch or two directly into her tight passage.

"Oh shit, yes, that's great!" she bellowed at him, throwing her arms and legs around his body to pull him into her. "More, I want more … now!"

Giving Yvette what she asked for, Adam pulled back minutely, but only to reposition his body and he thrust forward, burying his whole shaft deep into her clutching cunt.

"Yes … that's what I wanted. Oh, you feel so good in there."

Adam pulled his head back to stare down into Yvette's eyes, they were half closed, a look of supreme contentment on her face. Through her slitted eyes, she saw him watching her, "I'm happy now!" she told him, tightening the grip of her arms on his back.

Pleased that he could make this 20-year-old nymphette so happy, Adam pulled his cock back until only the tip remained. He held it there momentarily before plunging in again, watching her face show him just how powerful the feelings and emotions were to her.

He fucked her hard for a few minutes, surprising Yvette with how intense was the passion coming from Adam … then he eased back on the pace and went for slower and deeper thrusts. That did the trick to bring on her second orgasm, although his hard early fucking probably set her up for this throbbing, pulsing climax.

Adam didn't give her much respite as she shuddered her way through the second coming … having attended to both her physical and emotional needs, he was now intent on pursuing his own pleasure. A week without sexual contact with Joanne would see to it that they would get no further than a third powerful orgasm for Yvette before Adam quickly joined her and spewed his pent-up load of cum deep into her cunt.

While he was eager to know what she meant by saying, 'It's okay, I know why' to his comment about explaining why he didn't come up to her room that night, Adam waited for Yvette to come down from her sexual peak. She savoured the last remnants of her third throbbing orgasm before opening her eyes to see him watching her expectantly.

"Oh oh," she said, knowing what he wanted her to explain to him. "Okay, I know that Joanne is really your wife … and I know why you two arranged for her to go with that man Nick. Robert told me everything, not that day that I nearly found out up in his office … but a later time when you weren't around. He had me go up there a few times to give him a blow job. One time, we were just lying around after it and I asked him what your wife was like … because, you know, I've told you before how much I like you. I wanted to know what the competition was like. Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather … Robert just says to me you've met her, it's Joanne. He said he wouldn't normally have told me … you know, because it was a secret plan. But he said he was pissed off at Joanne because he wanted to have her again, and she wouldn't let him in. He told me she was going to pay for that."

"She did," said Adam ruefully.

"How?"

"He set her up with a sadistic prick, he was the fourth client that we had to win … only we didn't know that he had already signed him and we think he told the guy to give Joanne a hard time."

"Is she alright?"

"She is now, but she hurt like hell for a while."

"I guess you're happy he's out of the business then?"

"We sure are … although Joanne's right out. Jane took her off the payroll."

"Why?"

"I don't think she likes her … I guess that's why she's not coming tonight."

"I wondered why she wasn't invited. It seems like an odd foursome."

"You can say that again. Speaking of the foursome, I should warn you, do you know about Helen liking you … I mean really liking you … wanting you, I guess?"

"I haven't heard it described like that, but both she and Jane told me that she wanted to get to know me better."

"Well, be warned … I think that getting to know you better is a euphemism for Helen having sex with you. Apparently she's bi … have you ever done it with another woman … or girl?"

"No … no I haven't!"

"What do you think?"

"Well, I can't say that Helen appeals to me, she's got to be double my age … and she's not exactly pretty … quite frumpy actually. But I want to go further in this company … you know, further than the typing pool. So I guess if I have to be nice to the people that count, so be it."

"Yvette, there's being nice and then there's selling your soul. Believe me I know, that's exactly what Jo and I did … we told each other we could handle it, but I'm not dealing too well with it now. I'd say that's why I'm here with you now"

"Well Adam, I'm here for you," she hugged him tighter to her, causing his deflating organ to surge momentarily. "Ummm, that feels good!"

"No more, Yvette … we've got to go to the dinner party."

Adam looked down at her doe eyes and she said to him, "Go on, just a quickie, nobody will know."

Adam resisted her pleading, pulling his cock from Yvette's body and leaving her to get dressed while he had a shower. When he reappeared, naked after towelling himself dry, his cock not quite flaccid, Yvette had dressed. She looked up at him and couldn't resist offering, "Are you sure that we can't get that to go one more round?"

"You've got to be joking, we've got to be at Jane's in half an hour. What about you, do you want another shower after that workout."

"No way, I've got your cum inside me, that's right where I want it … feels good. Hopefully, we might get another chance before this night is out."

"I don't think Helen would like that."

"Too bad for Helen."

Chapter Two

Adam drove Yvette to Jane's house and they arrived right on seven. Jane opened the door herself and showed them in. Yvette hadn't been to this grand house previously, but it held memories for Adam, not all of them pleasant, particularly the upstairs master bedroom where he was forced to watch as his wife gave herself to Robert.

Jane showed them both out onto the rear patio that overlooked the lake … Helen was already there, clutching a half-filled glass. Her eyes brightened and she broke into a rare smile when she saw the new couple arriving … or was that a smile only for Yvette? After all, Helen had already shown her contempt for Adam at the office.

Everybody exchanged pleasantries, even a cheek-to-cheek kiss for Adam and Helen. Yvette intended to follow suit with Helen, but the older woman turned her head at the last moment and planted one right on Yvette's tender lips. The young girl uttered a surprised, "Oooh!" at the unexpected touching of lips with another woman.

Jane called the waiter over and they ordered their drinks. Early conversation was a bit stilted as this unusual foursome tried to relax, the two younger guests unsure of what the senior pair may have plotted. They got through two rounds of drinks each before the waiter reappeared to tell them all that "Dinner is served!"

The others followed Jane into the dining room where the settings were laid out on a small square table that would see them all close enough that anyone could play footsies under the table … they would be that close together.

Adam commented that he seemed to recall the dining table was much bigger the last time that he was there. Jane explained that they have two tables, depending on the size of the group attending for dinner. Adam was seated opposite Yvette, with Helen to his right and Jane to his left. Very soon, he noticed that the conversation no longer involved all four … Helen was half-turned away from Adam and toward Yvette, her hand would take any excuse in their conversation to reach out and touch the young woman's hand or arm.

Meanwhile, Jane had done the same toward Adam and she mirrored the touching gestures. At one stage, the waiter came to ask Jane a question, bringing a momentary lull in his discussion with Jane … Adam picked up bits of Helen asking Yvette, "So do you have a boyfriend?" Yvette answered with a "No," looking across at Adam as she did do. Having received a negative to that question, Helen ploughed on in, "So Yvette, what about a girlfriend, if you know what I mean?" 

Yvette tried to make her "No!" sound so emphatic that Jane turned around from her discussion with the waiter to look inquiringly. Helen gave Jane a strange look that Adam interpreted as a 'What gives … you told me this would be easy?' 

Dinner proceeded on through two more courses and the whole feast carried on over two hours. By the end of it, Adam and Jane would not have said more than a dozen words to Helen and Yvette, such was the intimate pairings of the two separate conversations at the table. As they reached the end of the eating, Adam was curious as to what would happen next.

Not wanting to miss anything but busting to piss, Adam excused himself to go and find the toilet. He knew where it was on the top level, but he wasn't too sure on the ground level. He walked down a corridor that took him past the kitchen where the cook was clearing up the pots and pans noisily. Adam rounded a corner and came upon an open door. Daring to peek inside, he saw it was a small bedroom.

A familiar male voice coming from behind him startled Adam and he spun around to see his former boss, Robert, clad in pyjamas and a dressing gown. "That used to be where Jane slept when I had my ladies over, Adam. I regret that these days it has become my very own room … oh how far have I fallen?"

'Not far enough,' thought Adam as he overcame his shock at seeing Robert here. "Robert, I didn't know you were here tonight … why didn't you have dinner with us, we could have done with another male." Adam followed his statement with a little chuckle, trying to lighten the moment, but Robert's response was a stony glare.

"What, did you think I was in prison already … might as well be, I suppose?"

"No, of course not!"

"Yes, I'll bet you did. Well son, the wheels of justice take a long while to roll over some of us who got just a bit too greedy. I believe I have a few months ahead of me before that prospect looms … still, I've got a good lawyer, I may yet avoid doing time. So tell me, how's that lovely wife of yours? Are you all still eating up there … I should come in and say hello?"

"She's not here tonight, Robert … she wasn't invited by Jane."

"What, not invited? The bitch wouldn't have the successful company that she's weaseled off me if it hadn't been for Joanne. She's a good girl, made of strong stuff … you look after that woman. Shit, that fuckin' bitch Jane."

Adam had unintentionally unsettled Robert and the older man pushed past and retired to his small bedroom without saying another word, slamming the door shut in Adam's face. Adam moved on to find the toilet, used it quickly and returned to the dining room. There was nobody in the room and the table had been cleared as if a three-course feast had never occurred here.

Adam stood in the centre of the room for a moment, contemplating what to do next. The waiter appeared and walked up close to Adam before telling him, "Madame Jane asked if you would join her in the master bedroom … she said you would know where it was … said you'd been there before." The man gave him a knowing look and withdrew before Adam could ask what had happened to Yvette and Helen.

He set off to climb the magnificent stairway, knowing that the time had come for the always anticipated pairing off at this strange dinner party. Adam reached the door to the master bedroom and found it open … walking in and looking toward the huge round bed on which his wife had willingly given herself to Robert (for more, see Parts 2 & 3 of Working For His Promotion).

But this time, Adam found Jane, lying somewhat seductively on the bed in an ankle length negligee. When she saw Adam appear, she lifted herself on one elbow, supporting her head in her hand. "I wondered where you'd got to, is it impolite of me to ask what you've been doing?"

"No, not at all, I went to find the toilet to take a piss and bumped into Robert … it seems like you've swapped quarters with him. Do you like your new bedroom?"

"I do, but it's a big lonely room without someone to share it with … I hoped that you wouldn't mind coming up here." Jane seemed to be ignoring Adam's reference to her husband. "Adam, you've passed the office test and you seem to be doing well running my business … but you haven't auditioned for the bedroom test yet. Can you come over here and see if you can make me feel something that I haven't felt for years?"

"I can only try," said Adam, resigned to the fact that he was expected to satisfy this woman 18 years his senior. "What is it you'd like me to do exactly?"

"Make love to me please … I don't want to put unnecessary pressure on you, young man, but I haven't come properly in some years, so that will be a first priority for you, if you please."

Adam had by now reached the bed and he began unbuttoning and shedding his shirt, revealing his bare buffed torso that appeared to visually satisfy Jane. She raised her eyes approvingly.

"What did you mean by haven't come properly, Jane?" asked Adam as his hands unbuckled his belt and he dropped his trousers for a woman for the second time this evening.

She paused before answering, her eyes intent on watching him lower his zipper and his trousers fell to the floor, leaving him only in briefs, socks and shoes. Her body, while quite nice, didn't arouse him as Joanne's did – or even as Yvette's did – so his organ was only half up, just pushing his briefs out a little, but not enough to attract much attention.

Jane's free hand reached across the wide expanse of the bed and pulled at the waistband of his briefs, carefully lifting them over his cock to reveal it. "I'm not impressed yet … you won't get much done with that."

"We haven't reached foreplay yet … don't be so impatient. Tell me, you didn't answer me … what do you mean by you haven't come properly for years."

"Adam, I wouldn't shout it from the rooftops, but Robert has virtually ignored my needs for years … he has had all of the wives of the company executives, pretty much whenever he wanted. I'm not a lesbian, but I was tempted into a casual relationship with Helen … she's more into that sort of thing than me. Anyway, it was more a convenience for me, so about once a month, she and I would hook up and we would go down on each other … you know, with our mouths, if you know what I mean."

Adam nodded that he understood, surprised at her frank admission to him.

"It was a means to an end for me, got my rocks off, as you men call it … but certainly no way near as satisfying as having a man's penis inside me. I've missed that very much … I'm hoping that you are about to be the first man to really make love to me in some years, I hate to think how long. Does that make you feel special?"

Adam was very surprised at her revelation … he didn't quite know how it made him feel, but he knew that she would expect him to feel good about it, so he told her what she wanted to hear. "It makes me feel very special … I hope I can live up to your expectation."

"I am sure you will Adam … perhaps I shouldn't have told you how long it had been. But I felt you should know that I am being very selfish tonight and this first one is for me … is that understood? When I've come, you can do whatever you need to do to come yourself … but don't let your cum go until you hear me whistling Dixie."

Adam was curious, he recalled Jane having told him only a week ago that she got control of the company by having an affair with the accountant who had devised the tax evasion scheme for Robert. "Jane, I thought you told me that you got control of the company by having an affair with Robert's accountant … but now you tell me that you haven't had a man in years."

Jane looked embarrassed, "I'm sorry Adam, I lied to you. I only told you I had an affair with him to avoid telling you what I really did … I found out about the tax scheme he created for Robert and I blackmailed him. I didn't want to admit that to you, so I just said I had an affair as the reason as to how I got his 2% of shares. I'm sorry, I should have been more up-front with you."

While they had been talking, her hand had been idly stroking his shaft and her soft touch was having the desired effect. Adam looked down to see that he was now up at about three-quarter erection. "Feels nice," he told her.

She noted his approval with her eyes. "The thing is that Helen wouldn't want to do anything with this, she's just not into hard penises, she's quite butch … although Robert expected her to give him a blow job quite regularly. He thought that she was into it, but she only did it because he was her boss of twenty years and she loved the job. She actually hated and despised having to go down on him … maybe he did know because he always made her swallow."

"As nice as this is," Adam told her, "If you keep playing with my cock like that, you might get that load of cum much sooner than you want it. How about I get on the bed with you?"

She let go of his cock and lay back to await his joining her. Adam knelt on the bed and crawled over to her, bending down to kiss her passionately on the lips, his first kiss of an older woman. It felt somewhat strange to him and immediately his thoughts flashed to Joanne waiting for him at home. Thinking of his wife at this time could have deflated his cock quickly, but the woman beneath him was responding enthusiastically and her hands were roaming frequently over his body, urging him on.




The Dinner Party



Their tongues writhed and wriggled around, first inside her mouth, then inside his. When they broke for air, Adam found a clasp on the neck of her negligee and managed to open it up sufficiently to get his lips on her breasts. They were surprisingly firm for a woman of her age … she had never given birth so she had maintained a good figure through regular exercise and gym work.

Adam attended to each orb, arousing each nipple with diligent care, so that soon Jane was moaning appreciative sounds, interspersed with short sentences like "I've wanted this for a long time", "Are you going to make me come?" "Oh, it's so good, make it last".

Adam reached down and pulled the bottom hem of her negligee up, exposing her legs, then her mound until there was just a ribbon of the satiny material rolled up around her waist. His mouth jumped over it as his head headed south of the border. Jane stopped him abruptly, pulling his head up in her hands so she could talk to him.

"No, not that … I'm sure you would be very good at it, but I've had lots of that from Helen. I want what I haven't had … I need your hard penis and I want it now … inside me. Nothing else … just that hard penis, please."  

Adam could not deny her and he pushed first one leg, then the other in between her thighs, pushing them apart. His hand reached down and touched her mound, his fingers sliding through the sparse hairs and along her labia lips, only to find them wet and open from the arousing kissing and caressing that Adam had bestowed on her upper body. He pushed the tip of his cock up against her wet slit and slid it up and down a few times.

Jane grunted at the feel of a large human male organ at the entrance for the first time in years. "My God, I hope it hasn't sealed up," she said as Adam tested the opening of her cunt with the head of his cock. "Oh God!" she said, wincing at the first sign of pressure.

"It's okay, we can take our time," Adam reassured her.

"No, I'm right … don't stop … just do it."

Adam looked down at her, watching the reaction in her eyes, then he nudged the head of his cock forward and it spread the lips of her cunt wide apart. "Ohhh! … oh God yes … feels good … don't stop!"

Adam paused just for a moment, despite her imploring him not to stop, then he pushed again, harder and the whole head and a good part of his shaft was swallowed up inside Jane's juicy cunt. "Yes … oh my God, I've missed this!"

Again, Adam relied on watching her eyes to tell him what she was feeling … that is, until she closed them in ecstasy as he nudged forward only a fraction more. He decided to go for it and push again anyway and Jane felt more of his shaft filling her. "Ohhh! … is that it … have I got it all?"

"Not yet," Adam told her, looking down between their bodies to check how much more he had still to insert. He decided that he could get all of the rest of his cock fully up inside her this time. "Just a bit more … are you ready?"

"Oh yes, I'm ready," she told him, lifting her legs to lock them over his, behind his arse. Adam pushed one last time and he felt his pubic hair touching hers as his shaft became fully embedded in Jane's hot cunt. Her eyes were open again and she looked up into his eyes expectantly.

"I'll give you a minute to just feel it filling you up, okay?" She nodded her agreement. "Then I'll see what I can do about making you feel really good." 

She smiled a warm smile up at him, "That's the important part, you're not having your penis back until I'm feeling good. I'm in your hands now, you lovely young man."

Adam gave her a minute or two, just lying with her, his hard-on pushed to the limit in her cunt. He could feel her muscles tightening on and off around his cock shaft. "You like?" he asked her.

"Oh yes … and I know it can only get better still from here."

Adam began withdrawing, coming almost out, very slowly at first … then pushing back into her, a very gradual beginning to a long slow fuck that he intended would only speed up when he felt her body reacting. He had never seen himself as a master lover, but he was taking this assignment seriously, knowing that if he could pleasure his new boss satisfactorily, his new job would become even more secure.

Joanne waiting for him at home entered his mind again, but he quickly dismissed the thought, not wanting anything to distract him from his central purpose … to give Jane the mind-blowing orgasm that she craved. Her seldom used passage had been quite tight to begin, but with the combination of their natural juices and his slow forceful thrusts, her cunt seemed to open up to him and Adam, noting her quickening breathing, began to slightly increase the tempo.

Looking down into her slitted eyes, only half open but watching him above her, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes!" was all she could pant out as her breathing shortened into audible gasps and Adam was confident that he had her arousal building. Between the effect of his hard thrusts, she tried to speak again, "I won't … won't be long!"

"I know," he told her confidently as he pushed his cock hard into her body, "Don't hold it back … just let it come."

"I … I will … not stopping it now!" she answered and smiled at him, her body now surrendering to the pulsing that was about to become a harder throbbing from somewhere deep down inside her body. Then quite quickly her loud gasps turned into staccato cries, "Aaah … aaah … aaah!"

Jane exploded into a frantic orgasm and her body rocked and pulsed beneath Adam's … he slowed his pace to allow her to savour every throb, every spasm that shot through her body … his hard cock holding tight, wedged up inside her. Her arms and legs around him, clinging to him as her body rocked out of control.

Eventually, her pulsing subsided and Jane came back to reality. "Fabulous … it was everything I remembered … everything I've wanted for so long. You've done well … yes, you get to keep your job." She smiled warmly and hugged him to her. "You've made this woman very happy, thank you Adam."

"It's not over yet," he told her.

"Oh, I think that's all my body can handle for my first time back in the game … you go on and finish, enjoy yourself."

Adam resumed the pace, pushing and pulling his hard shaft within her adjusting passage. Her arms came back up and folded around his shoulders, clinging to him as she soon felt the pulsing stirring once more within her. She tightened the lock of her legs around his arse, but in her mind, Jane dismissed any prospect that she was heading for another orgasm … she had never been multi-orgasmic in her youth.

Adam's hard cock ploughed on and on, driving hard into Jane's juicy cunt and he sensed that he would need to bring her on again soon if he was to give her a second orgasm. He could feel the cum preparing to leave his balls on what would be a quick journey up and out through his shaft and into her uterus.

Somehow, Adam managed to ease his hand between their bodies and his fingers found her aroused clitoris and went to work on it. That was all she would need. Her body's pulsing had intensified and she was hovering near to a second completion. When his fingers touched her clit, the reaction added to his driving hard cock thrusts, set her off and a throbbing, pounding orgasm rocked her body.

"Oh no!" she screamed out in shock, her eyes opening wide to stare at him in her bewilderment. Her body's reaction was too much for Adam and he pushed one last time and then held his cock hard inside her rocking, spasming body to await his own release. It was only two seconds before his hard cock erupted inside her passage, spewing out a generous gift of his cum.

Not a word was said for nearly two minutes as the two bodies shuddered and pulsed their joint releases and the pair grunted and groaned and moaned their mutual pleasure. When their bodies steadied into a natural calm, Adam lifted up his head to gaze down at his obviously contented, smiling new boss.

"I never believed that would be possible," she enthused. "You are a remarkable young lover. I have never come twice like that … even with Robert when we were younger and still loved each other."

"I don't know how it happened," admitted Adam, "I've never actually been a master at doing that. It was just that your body felt good and things just happened naturally. You must have really wanted that."

She laughed, "Are you kidding me? I've needed a good fucking like that for years, I just never had the opportunity. Adam, you are a skilful lover, don't ever say you're not. Your wife is very lucky … but you know what this means?"

Adam looked down at her apprehensively, "What?"

"She is going to have to share you from now on. Oh, don't panic, my demands won't be as bad as Robert's would have been on her … but I will need you to come by the house. Err, let's see, perhaps once a week … we'll call it bringing some papers for me to sign. But in reality, you will need your cock hard and ready for me … do you understand?"

"Yes, certainly!" conceded Adam.

Her fingers wound up behind his neck, "Now give me one more kiss … but don't let thing of yours get big again, I don't think I could cope with any more tonight."

Adam was relieved, he really wanted to get home to Joanne. Already the guilt was building in his head, in spite of the fun that she had experienced from her sex sessions with most of the new clients. He obliged Jane, giving her one more deep and passionate tongue kiss and he felt his cock stiffen inside her.

When he pulled his mouth back from the kiss, she was smiling up at him, "Oh dear, I can feel you getting big again … do you need to come, Adam? I was probably being a bit selfish, telling you I didn't need any more. I didn't think of you … can you do it again?"

"I possibly could, but I'm fine…" That was as far as he got … Adam and Jane were interrupted as Helen stormed through the open door.

"Jane, it's awful, my whole night is ruined…" she was screaming out loudly as she approached the bed, ignoring the fact that the pair that she was approaching were still locked together, cock inside cunt, arms and legs around each other. "…all because of this prick. He can't keep it in his pants for five minutes." Helen turned her cold stare from Jane to Adam, "You had to ruin my night, didn't you? You rotten shit, I can't work with you any more … at least Robert had some respect for my sexual preferences."

"What are you talking about?" enquired Jane, her arms and legs still clamped tightly holding the young man on top of her protectively. "Helen, what is this all about … and couldn't it have waited until Adam and I had finished?"

"It's about your precious new CEO, he's a prick … and he set out to ruin my night. I bet he did it on purpose."

"Helen, calm down … did what on purpose?" queried Jane, looking between Adam above her and Helen standing beside the bed.

"Somewhere tonight, I guess before they got here, this prick who can't keep it in his pants has had sex with Yvette. It took me an age tonight to get her aroused and to accept that it was okay, that we were just two women together doing something quite natural. At last, I got her to lie still while I went down on her, I wanted to show her how good it could feel … but when I got there, I got a mouth full of his cum. Err, it was disgusting!" Helen stuck her tongue out and used her finger to attempt to wipe away the aftertaste of Adam's cum that had still been contained within Yvette's cunt.

Jane turned back to look up into Adam's face, still hovering above hers. For a moment, he feared that she would not be happy, but he was quickly reassured by her adoring smile. "Well, you have been a busy little fucker, haven't you? That makes what you just did for me even more remarkable."

Helen stared disbelievingly at the show of affection by the still coupled pair on the bed. "Jane, you are not taking this seriously. After all you and I have been through, he comes along and wants to fuck every woman he can lay his hands on. Well, he's no chance with me."

Jane turned again toward Helen, "I doubt that he would want to, Helen."

"And what does that mean?"

"You're hardly too man friendly, are you, Helen?"

Helen raised herself up defiantly, "I had Robert!"

"Only for blow jobs … and only because you feared he would fire you if you didn't. I know about the mouth wash you kept in your draw, to take a swig of after Robert had blown his cum down your throat."

Helen's fire was evaporating, she tried another approach with Jane. "After all that we meant to each other, Jane … does that mean nothing? I thought you liked what we did together."

"It was never my preference, Helen … it was handy for quenching little brush fires in me. But I've just had Adam putting out a whole forest fire and I feel wonderful because of it … and Helen, I'm not about to have you put a dampener on my night. I think you better go home."

Tears were welling up in Helen's eyes, "It's him or me, Jane … twenty years I've given to your company against this young upstart who will probably move on tomorrow if he gets a better offer."

"I don't see that happening, Helen … but I'd say that you better go home and sleep on it before you say something that you'll regret later. If on Monday you decide that you cannot work with my new CEO, then clean out your draw and leave."

Tears were now flowing down Helen's face and she was sobbing as she turned and quietly walked away. Jane turned her attention back to Adam, looking up into his face. "That put a bit of a dampener on things, it feels like you're not up to another one now." Indeed Adam wasn't, his cock had shrivelled during Helen's ferocious verbal assault, he eased himself out of Jane's body and flopped down on the big round bed beside her.

Jane rolled over on her side to look at him, "So why did you do that? It was a bit mean, knowing that Helen was after her tonight?"

"Did either you or Helen stop to think about what Yvette wanted? She's not a lesbo … she's a sweet young kid that's been perverted by Robert. She decided that she had a crush on me from back when Robert lured her as my date when Joanne was going out to seduce one of the new clients. I was pretty awful to her that night, gave her a couple of meaningless fucks – from behind - and then refused her invite to go home with her, even when I knew that my wife would be with the big cock until dawn. She came up to my office tonight to ask if she could use my shower … she did and then came out naked. I know I shouldn't have, but Joanne and I haven't done it all week … anyway, Yvette was standing there, totally in the buff. I just had to have her."

"Sounds reasonable for a young man with a raging libido, I guess I'll buy that. Now, what are we going to do about Helen, she looked pretty upset?"

"We'll deal with that on Monday … right now, if you don't mind I'll go … I better try to find Yvette and give her a lift home."

"Okay sweetheart," said Jane smiling, "You did very well tonight, I believe that you and I will have a good relationship, in business and pleasure. Although this night didn't quite work out the way I planned … thanks to your damn hard-on, I may have to look for a new PA for both of us next week."

Adam got out of bed and quickly dressed. He blew a kiss to Jane who still lay where he had left her, the smile had not left her face. Adam went downstairs, checking all the rooms, looking for Yvette … he found her in the kitchen, fully dressed, eating a midnight snack and sipping a drink.

"You okay, Yvette?" he asked with concern.

"Yeah, I'm alright now!"

"What happened with Helen?"

"Don't you know? I could hear her ranting and raving to someone about me … I thought it must have been to you and Jane."

"It was, but I wanted to hear it from you?"

"What are you, do you want to get off on hearing about our little lesbian fling? If you're like that, you should have come and watched."

Adam sensed some bitterness in Yvette's voice and he suspected it may have something to do with his just having fucked Jane after being with Yvette earlier tonight.

"No Yvette, I am not like that, as you call it … I am just concerned for you. I don't know how much you knew about Helen's intentions … was it a bit of a shock to you?"

"No not really … Jane and Helen had sort of hinted at it through the week and you indicated that she might make a move on me when we were in bed together at the office." Yvette's mind drifted away from Helen and she recalled her time in bed with Adam nearly seven hours ago. "Was it good doing it with me tonight, Adam? Was it better with me than with Jane?"

"Yvette, I am not about to start playing those comparison games … yes, I had a great time with you. Let's not talk about me doing it with Jane … that's just something that I had to do, no matter what."

"Thank you, Adam," she leaned over toward him and kissed him on the cheek. "That makes me feel better … that it was great with me and it was an obligation with Jane."

"I didn't say that!"

"No, but I read between the lines, that's so nice of you."

"So Yvette, are you about to switch sides now that you've had another woman?"

"Well, I can't really say I had another woman, we didn't get very far. She took me to one of the bedrooms and put on some soft music and she undressed me and started sucking on my tits. She took forever doing that and I must admit that it did make me a bit horny, but for a cock, not for what she was offering."

"So she didn't have a strap-on?"

"Wow, you really are into the sex thing, aren't you? No Adam, I never saw her with one. She just took a long time on my tits, then her mouth slid down over me … I still had my panties on, they were tight so I guess they'd been holding in all the lovely cum you gave me when we did it in the office. So she's got her mouth there, just hovering, waiting until she pulled my panties off and she quickly put her mouth over my cunt and started sucking. So out pours all this cum of yours and she's got it on her tongue. She just went ape … she was coughing and spluttering and trying to spit it out."

"Must have been quite a surprise for her … maybe you should have warned her."

"No, fuck her … I never much liked her, I just realised that I had to be nice to her because she has so much power. Now I think I know why she recommended me to Robert to go on that double date with you that night. She must have had her eyes on me for awhile."

"So what did she say to you when she had finished trying to get my cum out of her mouth?"

"Nothing much, she called me a slut … and then she got up and stormed out. I heard her screaming at you and Jane, but she never came back."

"She probably didn't want you to see her crying."

"Was she crying?"

"Yes, she got pretty upset, wanted Jane to fire me, said it was her or me."

"Wow!"

"I guess it's all in the timing … I'd just given Jane a couple of good orgasms and she was feeling pretty good. She told Helen to think about it over the weekend, but if she couldn't work with me, she could go."

"Shit, that's powerful stuff, she's been in the company twenty years. Jane must really like you?"

"I guess so! Actually, I'm feeling very good about myself right now. I'm taking charge at work and I'm taking charge of my life. I've decided that I've been pushed around enough."




The Dinner Party



"Good for you, Adam."

"Come on Yvette, I'll drive you home."

Adam drove Yvette home and just like that night Joanne seduced Nick and his big cock, Yvette invited him to come up to her bed. As on that night, he declined again, but Yvette was a bit more understanding this time.

Chapter Three

This Friday had been a terrible day for Joanne. All day, she couldn't stop thinking about her husband going to the Dinner Party. It got worse about 6pm when she realised that he would be packing up for the day at work, probably having a shower in the small bathroom attached to his new office. Of course, Joanne didn't factor in, as she pictured him in his office at that very moment, that her beloved husband was pumping his hard cock into the naked body of Yvette.

Just sitting around the house all day, Joanne was wearing nothing special, just a housecoat that buttoned down the front, an old pair of cotton panties … not even a bra which was rare for her. She ate about seven and then tried to watch TV. When she couldn't concentrate on that, she picked up the novel she had been reading recently, but found that she kept reading the same words over and over. 

She went back to watching the TV, but couldn't recall anything about the programs she watched. Her mind was full of weird fantasies about what was going on in that house between Jane, Helen, Yvette and her husband. It didn't help that Adam had not been near her all week … Joanne really felt like some hard driving sex tonight. She contemplated using her fingers, but decided that she would not get much relief from that … she needed penetration.

She couldn't stop thinking about the Dinner Party … was it going to be an all-in orgy or would they pair off the way that Adam had predicted to her that morning … Helen pursuing Yvette and Jane pursuing Adam. Or was it Adam pursuing Jane? Was the scenario any worse if Adam was the pursuer or the pursued? Either way, she could picture her husband on top of or beneath his new boss … to Joanne it was like a nightmare. And would Jane seek to possess Adam on an ongoing basis the way Robert had attempted to own her?

She watched each hour tick by. A bit after 11pm, she heard a car on the driveway, it had the familiar sound of the new 4-wheel drive car that Adam had been allocated in his new CEO position. Joanne looked at the clock, 'Great, earlier than I thought!' She jumped up and ran to the door, flinging it open before there was a key in the lock or a knock on the door.

Joanne's face fell as she saw that the man confronting her in the doorway was not her husband, but Robert, a broad smile on his face and a bottle of wine in one hand. "Hello babe, it's great to see you!"

"What do you want?" she said to him, her voice revealing her disappointment at seeing him there. "I only opened the door because it sounded like Adam's car."

"The company got him one just like mine … now you won't be able to tell the difference between us. In cars, that is … of course, you'll always know that I'm the better lover. Now, was that any way to greet the best man you've ever had?" He stepped forward, pushing her backwards as he came through the doorway and slammed the door shut behind him.

Recovering her stance after being shoved aside, Joanne struggled to regain the upper hand in her own house. "Hardly the best, Robert! You certainly didn't measure up to Nick … oh that's right, then there was Mark and his son, Chuck … two for the price of one there. And of course, there's my wonderful husband who would run rings around you, Robert." She almost spat the words at him as he made his way to the sofa and sat down without being asked.

"Oh yes Adam, that's right … righteous bloody Adam, good husband that he is, sat around patiently while you screwed around with me … and all those new clients. I believe he even watched one … who was that? Oh yes, that would be Nick with the gigantic cock and you, naturally, couldn't get enough of it. You do like lots of cock, don't you babe? Did your husband enjoy watching you and Nick getting it off?"

"You are disgusting Robert, I don't know what I saw in you?"

"We both know what you saw … and what you felt, Joanne. You loved it, you're so into fucking, you can't stop now. You're too good at it. Adam's not too bad either, I just watched him giving Yvette one at my house … boy, they really got it on together."

"You're lying, Robert … you weren't even there."

"I was you know … they haven't put me away yet."

Joanne's face gave away to Robert her insecurity at this moment. "Adam told me it was just he and Jane and Helen and Yvette."

"That's right, but Jane wouldn't have told him that I had moved to the small bedroom downstairs, where she used to sleep when I had women over. When they all finished eating, I wandered around, checking out the pairings. First it was Jane and Helen," he continued with his lie, embellishing his story for Joanne, "That didn't interest me, so I checked in on Adam and Yvette. He's not too bad, your husband, gave her a real good fucking, she came a few times. Then, blow me down, not an hour later, he's in giving my wife a good going over. Talk about endurance … guess he won't be too good for you tomorrow."

"Tonight Robert, he's coming home tonight."

"Sorry babe, I don't know what he told you, but Jane told me he's staying over … she'll see to that. It's going to be a long lonely night for you, Joanne." His hand reached down to the fly zip on his trousers and he lowered it.

"Don't you dare!" she screamed at him, but he wasn't put off by her anger. His other hand reached in and pulled out his semi-hard erection.

"Memories babe, this guy made you feel pretty good, if I recall correctly." He used his hand to wave his cock at her. "Remember that great night we had at my house … God, we did it right through until Saturday afternoon. How many times did you come, Joanne? All because this cock of mine made you feel damn good. Even up your arse too … you loved that! Hell, you're a hot woman!"

"Did you really see Adam doing it with Yvette?"

Robert could sense he was winning his psychological battle with Joanne, using only a couple of well-placed lies. "I sure did, babe … pretty big smile on his face too."

"I don't believe you," Joanne said defiantly, trying to sound confident.

"I don't care whether you believe me or not, I'm just telling you what I saw. My heart went out to you sitting here at home alone while he goes around shoving it up Yvette and Jane. And after all you did for his career, giving it up to those four clients."

"That's right, I've got a gripe with you, Robert. You sold me down the river with that big shit Larry … you already had him signed up and you sent him to do me over big time. He hurt me really badly, do you know that. He had no idea what foreplay meant, he had this thing for fucking dry. My God, it hurt!"

Robert placed one hand over his heart while the other continued to stroke his now erect cock … he could see Joanne glancing down at it regularly and he knew that he had her where he wanted. "I swear babe, I never knew Larry was like that, but I still expected you to go with him after he'd signed because that was what I was paying you for … to have sex with potential clients. There was no reason why he should miss out on having you when you'd already put out for Wallace, Nick and Mark."  

Joanne felt the aggression going out of her argument. "Well, I wasn't happy with Larry, or the way you treated me."

"And I wasn't happy with the way you wouldn't let me in that morning I came around … I knew you were here."

"You left too quickly, Robert … I was about to open the door."

"Well babe, I'll forgive you if you grab a couple of glasses and we'll open this wine."

Obediently and ignoring the fact that Robert was sitting on the sofa with his cock exposed, his hand stroking it … she went to the cabinet and brought back two glasses, placing them on the coffee table in front of him.

"Here, sit down and we'll have a drink." Joanne started to move to a single chair facing the sofa. "No, sit here babe … come sit with me."

"Not while you've got that thing out," she said, nodding her head at his hard cock.

"Why does it upset you? It really shouldn't Joanne. It's brought us both some good times these past few months." Robert watched her facial expression as her mind flitted over the memories of being with him and it reinforced his determination to have her tonight.

She tried to ignore his sexual reference. "While you've got that out, there is the threat that this is more than just two friends having a glass of wine together."

"Babe, don't kid yourself, it is more than just two friends having a glass of wine together. It is really a man coming to the aid of a woman – a beautiful young woman – who was alone tonight because her husband is out shagging around. Yes, of course I want you. Why? Because we make good things happen when we put our bodies together. And tonight you need it … not just because Adam's giving it to two other women. I can see it in your eyes, you've barely taken your eyes off my cock since I got it out. Now stop messing around and come sit down here with me and we'll talk about how much you need it … and what we can do about that need."

Joanne seemed powerless to stop herself, she felt her feet moving before her mind could rationalise it and she sat down alongside Robert on the sofa. He poured the wine into the two glasses and handed her one. She sipped from the glass and placed it back down on the coffee table. Then he lifted the hand that had been stroking his cock and used it to take one of her hands, placing it on his hard shaft. She willingly folded her hand around it and closed her eyes.

"Feels good babe … can you remember what it felt like in your cunt … and in your arse? I'm telling you, I remember the way you reacted … you cannot tell me you didn't like it. You loved it, couldn't get enough of it. You had no shame, you did it in front of Adam because I told you to … you even told him on the phone when I put it up your arse. Do you remember all that?"

"Yes!" Joanne whispered and she opened her eyes again and smiled at Robert. One of his hands came up to the back of her neck and he pressed her head forward. She saw where he wanted it to go and she willingly lowered her head into his lap, her lips parting before they reached the head of his cock. Joanne formed her lips into an 'O' and fitted them over his cock head. Her lips gripped the ridge behind his cock head quite firmly and she used her wet tongue to swipe over the eye of his hard-on.

"Ummm!" came from her busy mouth as she got into what she was doing, the hand that had been holding his cock slipped down to tease his balls and he parted his thighs further to give her access. As Joanne took a bit more of his shaft between her lips, she recalled that this cock had been the first circumcised cock that she had come across and she had marvelled at the smooth firm head of it.

Robert threw his head back against the high back of the sofa, revelling in the erotic sensations coursing through his cock as Joanne so adeptly sucked on it. It had been more than a week for him since he had enjoyed the touch of a woman, 'This damn tax thing and Jane's boardroom coup have robbed me of the opportunity to be with all my women,' he thought angrily.

Robert decided to dwell on the moment rather than what had gone wrong in his life. He still considered Joanne as the most beautiful woman he had seen … and he had had. Her lips and tongue were busy as gradually her mouth and throat had adjusted to accepting his hard cock deep up against her palate, giving Robert incredible sensations. For a moment, he considered letting Joanne keep going, feeling already that he could easily cum if he let down his resistance and allowed the sensual feel of her mouth to milk the cum from him.

But he wanted his cock inside her, so reluctantly he placed both hands on her head and pulled her off his cock. He held her head in front of him, her mouth still open, an 'O' still formed. He leaned forward and put his own lips to hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, immediately interacting with her wet tongue.

Robert dropped one hand to her breasts and he grasped first one, then the other. As he fondled them through the thin housecoat, he recalled their perfect shape, the smooth surface of her skin like a ski slope as it curved up to a firm nipple, He stirred those nipples into hardened buds, preparing them for his mouth. Little whimpering moans were coming from her mouth as his lips devoured it.

The kiss ended and his hands grasped the lapels of the housecoat and pulled it away from her body, several buttons snapping off with the force and she was now naked above the waist. His head dropped to one breast as his hands moved to her shoulders and pushed her back against the sofa. Then his right hand dropped quickly down to her waist, touching over her still covered belly and then Joanne felt his hand forcing her thighs apart. 

She willingly complied, letting her legs separate in different directions, leaving her body lying wantonly open to his touch. Robert's mouth switched between nipples as his lips and tongue and teeth seduced her breasts. Her hands came up to hold the back of his head against her body, soon taking over and directing just where his lips needed to go next.

His right hand had now moved to her thighs, slipping under the hem of the housecoat that slid up as his fingers softly traced over her inner thighs. Her body jerked as his fingers reached her panties and gently pressed against her mound. "Aaaah! She moaned aloud now that his mouth was busy elsewhere on her body. His fingers touching her panties discovered how wet they were as her juices leaked from her cunt in arousal.

Joanne was surprised when Robert's head suddenly pulled back from devouring her breasts and she protested loudly, "No … oh God don't stop now … I want you!"

"I know babe … I told you so!" Robert couldn't help gloating as his eyes surveyed the woman waiting for more of his loving. Her head back against the high back of the sofa, the eyes open pleading, her arms outstretched to him … the housecoat lay torn and open, the top half by her sides, her perfect breasts exposed, the area around her hardened nipples red and wet from his expert attention. The flimsy housecoat was still buttoned below the waist and covered only her belly … the bottom of the garment was pushed up with his hand between her spread legs, revealing her dampened panties.

Robert took the hand from between her thighs and pushed it under both legs from one side, his other hand went up high, behind her back. He braced himself with his knees on the sofa and lifted her up into his arms. Instinctively, Joanne threw her arms around his shoulders and nestled her head into his neck. Robert carried her through the house to the master bedroom, kicking the door open and walking on in, depositing gently onto the bed.

Her arms clung to him for a moment as he bent above her, then he pulled back and his eyes studied the prize that he was about to claim … once again. Robert quickly unbuttoned his shirt, then unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers. Bending over, he pulled off his shoes and socks and the trousers came off his ankles. Finally, he pushed his boxers down, they no longer contained his hard-on anyway, having exposed it to her gaze soon after he arrived.

Looking down at Joanne, he saw that she was undoing the last buttons holding the remnants of her housecoat to her body. She sat up enough to let it fall off her arms, then fell back down onto the bed, the damp panties her only covering. Having not expected visitors, they were an old cotton pair, certainly not sexy.

Robert placed his knees on the bed and reached out to her lower body, grasping the sides of her panties and tugging them down. As he pulled them off her ankles, she spread her legs to expose the parts of her mound that had been concealed to this point. She was now highly aroused and the outer labia were widely spread, revealing her clit at the top of the slit and the opening to her cunt, pink and wet.

Eager to be inside her now, Robert moved quickly between her spread legs and lowered his body to hers. When she felt his hard cock touch her right at the opening of her cunt, she uttered a loud, "Yes!" and folded her arms around his back, pulling his upper body down to squash hers. Robert used his fingers to make sure the angle of entry was right and then he pushed the smooth knob of his cock into the willing woman beneath him.

And so began another episode of the ritual of fucking. As Joanne's body opened up to him and her liquid cunt swallowed up his erection, inch by inch, Robert gazed down on her beautiful face and savoured his good fortune at being able to fuck the lovely Joanne one more time. How opportune it had been to run into Adam at his house tonight and learn that Joanne was home alone.

Robert settled into a routine, his long thrusts ploughing the very depths of Joanne's passage, the firm and forthright nature of his loving bringing all of her sensitive parts into play. She wrapped her legs over his, heightening the sensations a little more as Joanne felt her body starting to respond. She was confident that it would not be long before the pulsing started.

Robert moved on from reflecting on his good fortune and concentrated on what he considered he did best … turning a woman on. He drove his hard cock aggressively into her wet cunt, moving it around to extract the greatest pleasure for both of them. Soon, his efforts were rewarded as he heard her breathing quickening and felt the muscles around her cunt tightening on him.

While Robert could only anticipate her release from her breathing, Joanne had already felt the signs from deep inside her body. The tiny pulsing became a throbbing and the sensations inched closer to the surface and then … her body rocked and spasmed its way to a powerful orgasm. It was her first in over a week and she clung to the body of the man that had delivered it to her … and wished that it was Adam … and she regretted her betrayal.

Robert was not done with her, pausing only long enough to see that Joanne's initial satisfaction had been delivered before resuming the hard thrusting, trying to eke out one more from her. Normally, giving her perhaps two more during this fuck would not be a problem to him, but Robert's confidence had been dealt a blow by the events of the past weeks and he found himself struggling to hold back until Joanne achieved her second orgasm.

At last, it came for her … but only just in time for Robert as he surrendered to his needs and his hard cock spasmed, ejecting his cum deep into her body in a joint coming that left them both totally exhausted. 

Joanne felt good, but remorse was setting in. At last, she opened her eyes and turned to look at Robert, who had thoughtfully rolled to her side after sliding his cock out of her cunt. "That was very nice, Robert … but you better go now. Adam could come home."

"Don't kid yourself … I told you he's there for the night. Besides, I might not look up to it now, but I'm not done yet … I've got to have you again."

"I'm sorry Robert, but not tonight … that should never have happened. You got me at a weak moment." She rolled away from him, sitting up on the side of the bed, then turning her head to look back at him. "I'm going to clean myself up, I want you dressed by the time I get back."




The Dinner Party



"But we're not done yet…"

"Yes we are," Joanne was trying to sound very firm.

"That was just the appetiser, the main event is still coming … and coming … and coming." Robert laughed uproariously at his attempt at humour.

Joanne got up from the bed and began walking away to the en suite bathroom. Robert's eyes watched the gentle sway of her perfect naked arse, confirming to him that he wanted her there next. He could have continued lying on the bed, soaking up the after-glow of his powerful coming with Joanne, but he knew that he would have to work hard on her – and soon – to achieve the next step.

He too rolled out of the bed and he followed her to the bathroom. Robert stood in the doorway and looked at Joanne, standing but straddling the toilet bowl, one hand down between her legs, a finger up inside her own cunt, trying to release the cum into a tissue that she held in her other hand waiting for the drops. She looked up to see him watching her.

"There are some things that a woman needs to do on her own, Robert … can you go outside please?" 

"No! … so what gives, why so eager to get my cum out of you? You've never done that before."

"Because I don't what Adam coming home and wanting to make love to me … and then finding you've been there ahead of him."

"Are you still hanging onto the prospect of him coming home tonight? For God's sake, I told you before that I saw him giving it to Yvette and Jane … he's not coming home tonight. Either Jane's managed to get him up again for some more, or he's fast asleep."

"I don't know, I still think you're lying to me … I don't believe that you saw Adam doing them both, he wouldn't do that."

"If that's what you think, why did you let me fuck you?"

"Oh shit, I don't know … I wish that I hadn't now!" Joanne started to cry. Robert moved forward … Joanne saw him coming and removed her finger from her cunt, wiping a bit of his cum on the tissue and letting it drop into the toilet bowl before he reached her and pulled her to him. Robert wrapped his arms around her and she felt that cock of his, now flaccid, press up against her mound.

He dropped his hands to her arse cheeks and she felt one of his fingers slip across and dive in between her cheeks, the fingertip gently pressing against her tight anal ring. "Hey babe, I want to fuck you up there next, come on, you'll love it … my hard cock up your tight arse, so fucking good."

"No Robert, I don't want to do that tonight … I'd like you to go now," but she didn't support her words by making any attempt to move away from his hold.

"Come on babe, let's have a shower together, get cleaned up. If you still feel that way when we're finished, I'll go home."

"No Robert, that's dangerous, I think we better have separate showers."

"No way babe … come on, save water, shower with a friend." He pulled her toward the shower stall and she reluctantly moved with him. Robert reached in and turned on the water, continuing to hold Joanne by the hand, ensuring that she didn't pull away. He tested the warmth of the water, telling her, "That's perfect now, go on, in you go!"

Reluctantly, she stepped in and immediately picked up the soap from the holder. Seeing what she had done, he told her "Great, you can do me first," as he stepped under the shower spray.

"What about we just soap ourselves?"

"Not as much fun, babe … besides there's only one soap."

He took her hands in his and guided them to his chest … hesitantly she began soaping his body, starting high up on his chest, keeping away from his pelvis, then soaping around his neck … finally coming down to his waist and then she hesitated. Again, he had to take her reluctant soapy hands in his and he steered them to his flaccid cock, urging her hands to soap it and massage it, attempting to restore stiffness to begin anew.

Joanne was reluctant to do anything that might lengthen the evening while Robert tried everything to encourage her. "Oh, feeling good babe … you are so good at that … don't stop touching me."

"I think maybe we've had enough, Robert … we've both come, I'm feeling good now and I'm sure you are too. Let's leave it at that."

"No, that's nonsense, I've got a lot more in me, come on babe, we can go again … I want to put it up that beautiful arse of yours." As he said this, his hands swept around her back, grasping her wet arse cheeks and pulling her body into him, trapping her hands against his rising cock squashed between their bodies.

His fingers slid into the crease of her arse, one digit teasing her tight anal ring. "You loved it last time, come on, it'll be even better this time, now you know what to expect."

"No Robert, I really don't feel like that now."

"Have you had any other man up your arse since I took your anal cherry?"

She thought about it before answering, not certain how truthful she should be. 

"Why does it take that long to think about it? Have you been giving your arse to all those guys? Come on, cough it up, give me some names."

"No, not all of them … Mark had me there … and that pig Larry."

"What about Nick?"

"No, his cock was too damn big, he would have split me open."

"And how about hubby?"

She actually smiled, "Oh yes, I gave him a treat."

"So you've obviously developed a bit of a taste for it. Well, there are no excuses then. You owe me big time. After all, I was the first. I must have been good at it for you to want to do it with the others." Robert took the soap from her and with one hand began soaping her shoulders and back, continuing to keep her pressed tightly to him with the other, her hands still on his cock, wedged tightly between their bellies.

Robert soaped all the way down her back then over her arse cheeks and down the crease between her cheeks, delivering a lot of suds to her anal ring. Holding her firmly to his body with one hand on her upper back, he insinuated one soapy finger into her anus, pushing it quite easily up to the first knuckle.

"Oooh!" she gasped with surprise at the entry of his fingertip, her body rising on her toes with the upward pressure of his finger just inside her arse.

"It will go in so easily," he whispered close to her ear.

"No, please don't!" she said trying to pull away from his probing finger. At the same time, she tried to pull her hands free, but he stopped her by pushing his pelvis forward, maintaining the trap formed by the clutch of their two bellies.

"I'm imagining what it's going to feel like to have my cock up there," he told her as he pushed his finger in to the second knuckle.

"No, not tonight!" she was emphatically as she tried to wriggle free of his hold while the shower water tumbled over their tightly pressed naked bodies.

"Then what? What will you do? I need something more."

"That should have been enough, Robert."

"You should know me by now … once is never enough, babe. What are you going to do for me? I've got to get off again, so if you won't give me your arse, I've gotta have something else."

Joanne looked up into his eyes, reading his arousal, feeling his cock growing again in her soapy hands … and she wondered how she could satisfy him again without committing to anal sex. "What if I go down on you?"

"Instead of having your arse? That's not much of a substitute," he paused, noting her reluctance for a bout of anal sex. He tried bargaining, "Will you swallow?"

Joanne paused, "Yes … okay!"

"I'm not happy with you, babe … you should want to take my cock up your arse. But I'm not a Larry, I wouldn't force you to do anything you don't want." Robert pulled back away from her, releasing her hands to move if she wanted, but his next words discouraged her from taking her hands from his cock. "You might want to soap it up some more, most women like their cocks squeaky clean when they're putting them in their mouth."

"Good idea," she said, her hands resuming their soapy massage of his erection.

His finger had popped out of arse as he stepped away from her body. He took the soap and began running it and his hands all over her perfectly shaped breasts.

"Ummm!" she sighed as his hands had an arousing effect, hardening her nipples. Robert dropped one of his hands down across her belly and plunged it into the sparse hairs of her pubic mound, quickly finding her aroused clitoris, drawing a longer and more expressive "Ummmmmm!" from Joanne.

She intensified her handiwork on his now fully erect cock and Robert decided that he best withdraw from this situation before she stoked too hot a fire in his loins. Pulling his hips back away from Joanne, her hands followed … she seemed intent on arousing him as much as possible with her hands, minimising the amount of time that she would need to suck on his tool.

"Whoa babe, feeling too, too good … don't want to waste it now." His free hand knocked her clutching hands away from his hard-on while the fingers of his other hand continued to stir her clitoral bud. Her eyes closed and Robert watched her face reveal the pleasure she was feeling from his fingers. He moved his other hand lower and found the juicy labial lips … two of his fingers searched out the opening of her cunt and plunged inside.

Joanne uttered a startled "Unngghhh" and her eyes opened in shock as he thrust the two fingers into her cunt while the fingers of his first hand circled around and around her clit. Again, she raised her body up on her toes and her hands reached out to grasp his shoulders, holding onto him for support as the pulsing raged from within her body, her breathing expelled in panting gasps … and then her body exploded. Her pelvis bounced in a throbbing rhythm, riding the fingers inserted in her, experiencing a fulfilling orgasm that drained her energy … her head flopped forward and rested into the side of his neck.

Once he was convinced she had completely climaxed, Robert eased the fingers from her cunt and he moved to enfold her warm wet naked body in his arms, cradling her head to his neck. His hard erection was squashed up flat against her tummy.

"Come on, let's go back to bed," he told her as he guided her out of the shower, propping her against the wall of the bathroom while he reached for a towel. Robert dried her down thoroughly, then applied the towel to his own body before at last reaching in and turning off the water.

Then, he took her protectively in his arms and steered her back into the bedroom and over to the bed. "Are you going to have the energy for this?" he asked her.

"Yes … I'm okay," she said quite brightly, opening her eyes for the first time since her shower orgasm. "Go on, lie down, I'm ready!"

Robert dropped onto the bed and lay flat on his back, his hard-on standing tall and proud. Joanne, with seemingly renewed energy, kneeled on the bed and moved to straddle his legs, looking up along his body toward his head from just below his cock. She parted her lips and her tongue slipped out across her pearly white teeth and she licked her lips sensuously. Robert pulled a pillow down and pushed it under his head, lifting him up so that he could watch her face lowering toward his hard cock, her eyes intently staring up at him as her lips parted wider and her teeth and tongue withdrew back inside her mouth.

Joanne's lips formed an 'O' around his hard cock head and sucked his knob into her mouth, her eyes still open wide and staring into his. Robert uttered a long descriptive moan as her lips inched their way down until at least half of his length was inside her mouth, Joanne's tongue painting the sensitive underside below the head seductively.

"Oh, you are so good at it," Robert told her as his pelvis started to rise up off the bed, pursuing total penetration into her oral cavity. But Joanne placed two hands on his belly and pushed him back down, allowing her to tease his progress toward her throat slowly. Somehow, she maintained that probing stare up at him as her mouth engulfed his hard organ. Then, very slowly, her lips began to resume inching their way down onto the remaining three inches of his cock. Her head occasionally moved as she shifted around to help her throat adjust to the fearsome intruder that was gradually penetrating across her sliding tongue toward her tonsils.

Joanne could feel his cock starting to throb between her lips and she took one hand off his stomach and moved it down to fondle his balls, attempting to commence the liquid dispatch that was destined to soon roll down her throat. Robert tried to fight off the warm sensations that her mouth was creating around his cock and the arousal that her fingers were delivering to his sac. 'I've already come once, I can't be this close already,' he thought as he attempted to shut out the hastening finish from his mind. "God, you are good," he exclaimed, "I hate to admit it, but this won't take long."

Joanne smiled up at him confidently and she seemed to intensify her efforts. Robert felt his balls tightening and he sensed that his release was closing in. 

Chapter Four

Proud of himself for resisting Yvette's invitation to spend the rest of the night in her bed but feeling very guilty at facing Joanne with his conscience berating him for having had both Yvette and Jane in the one night, Adam drove home quickly. As he neared his house, he could see a vehicle parked in his driveway, and as he swung his car alongside it, he recognised that it was Robert's car. Cursing to himself, he got out of the car quickly and hurried up to his front door, fitting the key in the lock with shaking hands. Was it nerves or rage … or both?

Stepping inside the living room, there was no sign of his wife or Robert and his worst fears materialised. He started down the hallway in the silent house and began picking up the sound of voices. Were they words being uttered or was it just the intense moaning and groaning of lovers in lust?

He reached the doorway to the master bedroom, it was open and there was some filtered light coming into the room from the open bathroom door. It was enough to reveal his beautiful wife, her body completely naked, her shiny shoulder-length red hair tumbling around her face. She was crouched over the equally naked body of Robert who lay flat on his back. Her legs were spread, straddling Robert's legs, her body so hunched over that her arse cheeks were stretched wide apart, revealing all her good bits to Adam's gaze. Beyond that sight, Adam could see that Robert's hard erection was nearly completely enclosed inside Joanne's mouth. 

As he paused there, frozen in the moment, Adam saw Joanne lifting her head up, her mouth slipping up the shaft of Robert's cock, releasing more of him until only the head of it remained enclosed in her mouth. Robert groaned loudly and Adam could hear his wife stifle a giggle as her mouth slowly plunged back down to nearly totally encase his hard-on once again within her very full bulging mouth. 

As he watched, it all seemed to be happening in slow motion … but in reality, the speed of her up and down oral movements on Robert's cock shaft indicated that he hadn't come in at the start of this session of fellatio. Joanne it would seem had been at Robert's hard-on for some time. The man on the bed was breathing heavily ... the rise and fall of Joanne's mouth up and down on Robert's cock shaft was continuous and rapid … Robert groaned every time she pulled back so that only the head of his cock remained locked behind the tight 'O' of Joanne's lips.

Adam could feel the anger building within him … he had been forced to watch this and more that first night at Robert's house when he presented his wife to his then boss for a night. This man no longer held a career threat over Adam, 'How dare he continue to violate my marriage like this,' thought Adam. His fury reached boiling point when he saw the simple movement of Robert's two hands grasping Joanne's head to guide the speed of her final sucking motions as his cock thrust up into her willing mouth.

"NO! NO!" Adam surprised even himself as he hollered the words out loudly and started through the door, heading for the bed where his wife was about to receive her lover's seed into her mouth and down her throat.

The timing was incredible … talk about coming together. As Adam's shouting alerted the couple on the bed that they were not alone in this intimate moment, Robert's cock blasted out his first spurt of cum deep into Joanne's mouth, splashing it across her tongue, sending it to straight to her palate. She tried to release her mouth from Robert's spasming cock and turn her head as she heard her husband's voice from behind her. But Robert's hands clamped her head over his cock in a vice-like grip, holding her there as his second spurt of cum followed the first to collect at the top of her throat.

"Get off him now, Jo!" screamed Adam at his wife, but even in his rage, he could see that was impossible as Robert held her head tightly over his cock, his pelvis pushing up to bury as much of his shaft as he could get into her mouth. Joanne was gagging on the hard intruder as she tried to work the muscles in her throat to start swallowing Robert's creamy white deposit.

Realising that his wife appeared to be trying, but could do nothing to lift her mouth off Robert's pulsing cock, Adam turned his fury to Robert, whose sexually relieved smirk only agitated the younger man more. "How dare you, Robert … get out of our lives," he screamed and impulsively Adam's hands went to Robert's throat, squeezing around his neck tightly. The drastic move had the desired effect as Robert released his hands from Joanne's head to try to remove Adam's hands from choking him.

The hold on her head gone, Joanne quickly opened her mouth wide and lifted off Robert's still spasming cock, his third jet of cum hitting her nose and cheek and clinging there as she straightened up. "Adam, I'm so sorry," she managed to plead, with bits of Robert's cum spitting at her husband from her over-full mouth.

With his wife released from receiving Robert's release, Adam let go of his chokehold and turned to face his wife. "How could you? This man is finished, we don't owe him anything. Do you like sex with him so much that you'll go with him when he clicks his fingers?"

Joanne was now sobbing tears that ran down from her eyes and merged with the globs of cum that had splattered on her nose and cheek as she pulled her head away from Robert. "Adam, I didn't want to, really I didn't. I thought it was your car when he pulled up on our driveway, that's why I opened the door." She sobbed some more, there were now enough tears that they merged with Robert's cum, starting to roll down her face, some of it catching on the corner of her mouth. "But he told me that he'd seen you doing it with Yvette and Jane … I was so shattered at the thought of you with them. I know I should have said no to him, but somehow doing it with Robert shut out the pain of thinking of you with them."

Adam reached out his hand and tried to wipe away the rolling stream of tears and cum that slid down her face and chin.

"Was it true, Adam? Did he see you with Yvette and Jane?"

"No Jo, that's not true, he didn't see me with them."

Joanne swung her attention momentarily back to Robert, whose legs she still straddled. She could only reach up to his chest from where she sat, but she pummelled her fists down onto his chest hard. "You prick, I knew it … you lied to me, just to get me into bed again."

Adam interrupted her flurry of fists, knowing that Robert would spill the beans if he didn't get in first. "Jo, Jo, stop it! I said that Robert didn't see me doing it with Yvette and Jane, but that doesn't mean I didn't do it with them. It's just that he wasn't around to see it."




The Dinner party



We were all sitting around the dinner table at a very good friend of ours, when the conversation took a very unexpected turn. My wife liz and myself (Vere) had been married for the past eleven years and we have always had a great relationship with each other. We have always enjoyed a healthily sexual relationship which has calmed down over the years. I would have loved to make love to Liz more often but with two kids and the rigors of life, sex just seemed to slip onto the back seat. Liz always had a very flat chest with a 34AA, She was always self conscious of the way she looked in a sexy outfit, to the extent that she wore fake silicon implants in her bra's. This was great for every day to day outings but when we went to the beach, she would always hide herself from view. The rest of Liz's body is stunning, she has long well defined legs that go up to a lovely pear shaped bottom. Girls half her age wish they had bodies half as good as hers. When people find out she is 37 and has two kids they do not believe her, that's how good she looks.

Over the years I had been trying to convince her to have a boob job and she always said no. That all ended one day about a year and a half ago when she decided out of the blue that she wanted to go ahead with the operation. We went to our GP and he recommended us to one of the top plastic surgeons in our area. The plastic surgeon recommended to us that she should go up from a 34AA to a 34C cup, any bigger and the new tits would look fake. His whole premise was that if she took off her top on the beach and sun bathed topless, her tits would look natural. 

Two months after the operation, when all the bruising and swelling had gone down, Liz now had two of the most stunning tits I had ever seen, her vital stats were now an impressive 34C 30 34 and she looked like one of the lingerie models that you see on Fashion TV. Her whole attitude seemed to change with her tits, she started wearing sexy tops and more revealing outfits. I was in hormone heaven. Our sex life started getting better and more frequent and she now started taking over as the instigator of our sexual games. And this is where our story carries on:

We were all sitting down to supper at one of our good friends house. There were three couples there and we had all known each other for a number of years. The two other girls there were Tania and Nicky. Tania was a tall brunette with a very thin body, she did not have much in the Tit department but what she had was always used to great effect and visual pleasure. Otherwise her body was that of a high jumper, athletic and trim. Nicky was quite different to Liz and Tania, she carried an extra few kilo's and had a nice pair of 36D's. She was shorter than the other girls but always dressed to kill. The cloths that she wore, left nothing to the imagination. She made you know that she was a sexual monster. Us chaps were all average good looking boys and got on famously with one another.

We were sitting down at the supper table with everyone evenly spaced between boy and girl around the table. We had finished supper and were sitting back relaxing our selves and enjoying the company and the wine. Our conversation covered the usual topics from sport to work and everything in between. At this point Sean at the end of the table asked about Liz's Tit job. Liz had dressed in a strappy evening dress that was quite low cut, showing off a fair amount of cleavage. The straps came so low down that her Tit was bulging out of the sides of her dress and the top of the straps just covered the nipple. With that comment the whole table went quite in order to hear the answer that was given and also the chance to openly stare at Liz's cleavage with out been out of hand.

I answered Sean's question by giving him a full explanation of what Liz had done. I took my finger and traced the curve of Liz's tit and explained what happened where. At this point Liz's nipples were starting to get aroused and started poking through the material of her dress. Tania saw this immediately and brought it to everyone's attention that her nipples were starting to show. I took my finger and traced around her nipple and then pinched it through the dress. Liz, immediately let out a whoosh of air from her mouth. I said to everyone that as you can see Liz has full feeling and her nipples are very sensitive and react to the smallest touch. Sean asked again, as he was on to a good thing, what would be the possibility of him seeing Liz's nipples and her tits. I looked at Liz and she simply smiled at me and nodded. And to everybody surprise she allowed me to take the moment further. I traced my finger up the side of her dress, up the straps and hocked my finger through the strap. I slowly pulled the strap away from her Tit and lowered the dress down. The silence at the table could be cut with a knife, everybody was sitting forward to get a good look at Liz's Tits.

I slowly pulled the material down exposing the top of her pink nipple. I stopped and looked around the table at four other pairs of eyes that were all soaking in this wonderful sight. Sean yelled at me to stop teasing them all and carry on with her exposure. I pulled further and her whole pink nipple came into view. I pulled the dress right down to her waist and left her right Tit totally exposed to everyone around the table. The cool air soon puckered her nipple up and it grew to it's full extended aroused state. Sean was the first one to comment when he said "WOW", and her Tit was one of the best Tits that he had ever seen. I lent forward and blew cool air from my mouth directly onto her nipple and then carried down and took the nipple in my mouth and sucked it for a few seconds. Everybody around the table shouted for joy and clapped Liz's brave stance. I sat back and watched everybody take in the fantastic sight of Liz's tit fully exposed at the dinner table.

Tania, then asked if Liz's tits were the same size, I simply answered by leaning forward again and took the other strap and lowered it down off Liz's other Tit. Liz was now sitting totally topless at the dinner table, because I had pulled the dress right down to her waist.

Tania leaned forward to compare the two tits and then quite unexpectedly took both of them into her hands. She lifted and felt the weight of the Tits and then started flicking the nipples on both Tits. Tania was still flicking Liz's nipples when she turned to Sean and told him to come over and have a feel as well. Sean looked at me and I just smiled. With that he stood up and came around the table to knee in front of Liz's exposed chest. Tania removed her hands and took hold of Sean's hands and moved them up to Liz's Tits. Sean's hands now covered Liz's Tits completely. He rubbed them and pushed and squeezed them. He took her nipple between his two fingers and rolled the nipple. Liz was making little purring sounds all the time and we all could see that she was loving all the attention that she was getting. Sean lent forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth and kissed them, then he drew them fully into his mouth and sucked hard on them. Well at this point I had a massive hard on and the other boys were also in the same position as me. Sean moved from one nipple to the other, sucking and kissing them, Tania turned around to Sean and asked what it was like to suck a girl's nipple; he simply lent back and told her to try. Tania grabbed Liz's tits again and sucked them straight into her mouth. She sucked the one nipple and squeezed the other. She also moved from one nipple to the other, giving both nipples even attention. Nicky and John were not to be left out, they also came around the table and started feeling and playing with Liz's tits. I sat back and watched four other people fondling my wife's tits, Wow, what a sight! Nicky felt and sucked her tits as well, John was sucking one nipple while Nicky sucked the other. 

We all returned to our seats and took in the situation that had just happened to us. Liz was still sitting at the table with both of her Tits exposed. She let out a soft whistle and said that that was one of the hottest moments of her life and she was so wet she might slip off the seat. We all laughed at this comment, and that is when Liz turned to Nicky and told her that she always believed that Nicky had the best tits she had ever seen and as she had allowed everyone to see, feel and suck her tits she expected the same from the other two girls. The boys went mad, we cheered and urged the other two on to take up the challenge. Tania wipped her top off followed shortly thereafter by Nicky. Tania was not wearing a Bra and her small 34A's were exposed right away. Nicky had on a black half cup bra, that left the nipples exposed but supported the weight of her tits. She asked me to undo the clasp of her bra and take it off her. 

I went around the table and found out that the clasp was in the front and I would have my hands centimetres from her tits. I knelt down in front of her and ran my hands down her shoulders over her exposed nipples to the clasp. While holding the two sides of the bra I leaned forward and kissed her nipples. They grew to about twice there original size. The bra came off while I was still sucking Nicky's nipples to the roar of the rest of the table. I sat back and turned to Liz and said that seeing that this was her request to see and feel Nicky's tits she better come around and for fill her request. Liz stood up leaving her dress still bunched around her waist and came around the table to Nicky. Nicky stood and allowed Liz full access to her tits, Liz lifted her hands up and slowly cupped Nicky's tits, feeling their weight and fullness. She gently rolled Nicky's nipples between her fingers then bent down and took them into her mouth. She kissed them slowly, running her tongue around the nipple and then sucking them into her mouth for a harder suck.

Liz lifted her head and mouth away from Nicky's nipples and stood up facing Nicky directly. She slid her hand around the back of Nicky head and pulled Nicky's mouth to hers. Liz did not kiss her, she almost swallowed her. We could see the two girl's tongues attacking one another as they kissed.

Two topless girls kissing each other is a sight that will be edged in my memory for the rest of my life. 

Liz sat back down and took a large sip of her wine. Here we were all sitting back in our correct seats and all the girls were topless. There was tits and nipples wherever you looked. What a sight. Tania turned to me and said that as all the girls were topless it was only correct if the boys showed the girls their cocks. With out waiting for an answer, Tania came around the table and stood in front of me and told me to stand. I stood and put my hands on my head, giving her full access to whatever she wanted to do. She pulled my shirt over my head and then got down on her knees and undid my belt. Tania could feel my hard cock through my pants and she put her mouth over the outline of my cock through my pants. She undid my pants and pulled them down leaving me in my boxers, She grabbed my cock and wanked it up and down a few times through my boxers. She then slowly pulled the shorts off me exposing my seven inches of smooth shaven cock and balls to everyone. Tania was quite supprised that I had shaved my cock and balls, and I told her that I like the look of a smooth cock and it also heightens the sensations when I wank or fuck. She opened her mouth and placed a gentle kiss on the head of my cock, then running her tongue around my shaft she leaned back and asked Liz if she could suck my cock. Liz just laughed as that was what she was already doing. Liz said "Go for it". Tania opened her mouth and encircled my cock head totally with her mouth, she slowly bobbed her head up and down working more and more of my cock into her mouth. She had placed her other hand under my cock and around my balls. Liz asked how much cock she could swallow with out gagging, Tania said she would show us. 

With that she sucked down hard on my cock and went down about two thirds of the way down my cock. Everyone cheered her and her effort. With that Liz sprang up and knelt also in front of me, she told Tania that it was her turn to show how much cock she could swallow. Liz took my cock out of Tania's hands and blew some warm air onto the cock head, my cock twitched and everyone laughed. Liz then placed her lips over my cock and in slow movements worked her way up and down my cock. She managed to swallow more than Tania and got about 80% down the shaft. Liz lifted her head and raised her hands in triumph, we all clapped her achievement in beating Tania effort. Before the noise died down, Nicky was kneeling in front of me. Everyone kept quite and watched her as she took my cock into her mouth. She went down and down with out stopping. She swallowed my whole cock right down to the base. With her mouth pressed against my tummy she started a slow rocking motion with her head and I could feel my cock halfway down her throat. What a feeling, it felt as if I was inside her cunt, hot wet and tight. Nicky released the downward pressure on my cock and slid her mouth off my cock. Everyone roared with approval. 

Nicky said that she had loved the new sensation of sucking a fully shaved cock and she now new what I had meant. I told her that it goes both ways and that Liz also shaves her cunt and when we fuck the sensations are unbelievable. 

Nicky said that she wanted to see Liz's naked cunt next to my naked cock. 

I turned to Liz and asked her to stand up. She still had her evening dress around her waist. I moved my hands to her waist and gently gripped both sided of the dress. I lowered the black evening dress over her stunning pear shaped ass and down her legs to the floor. There liz stood in a black satin g-string and nothing else. The black g-string was very high cut, making a deep V between her legs. I ran my hand over the satin of her panties and cupped her cunt through her g-string. She was so wet that I turned around and told everyone that her cunt was sopping wet, Tania shouted back saying hers was too.

I gently pulled the g-string down, over her hips and to the floor. Her smooth bald cunt was now exposed to everyone at the table. Sean lent forward and had a good close look at her shaved cunt, I turned around and saw that everyone was doing the same. I traced my finger over the outer lips of her labia and got very wet fingers, I applied more pressure to her cunt and parted her lips. Her clit was now visible and we could all see how turned on she was. Her clit was standing erect almost half a centimetre proud of her cunt lips. I slid my fingers back and pushed two fingers deep into her cunt. Liz started rocking back and forward on my fingers.

There I was with two fingers buried deep in my wife's cunt, her tits bouncing back and fourth with her rocking motion and me with a massive hard on and a pair of shoes. What a moment to cherish for the rest of my life.

It got even better, Nicky said that she wanted to see me fucking her, she wanted to see my naked cock slide in and out of Liz naked cunt. With out even thinking or removing my fingers from Liz's cunt, I scooped her up and told the rest of the people to clear the table. This was done in a few seconds and then I laid her down on her back on the table with her legs spread wide. Everybody was now standing around the table looking down at Liz spread out totally naked except for a pair of shoes and thigh high stockings.

I moved between her legs and knelt down to her cunt. I brought my mouth directly onto her shaved cunt and sucked in her aroused aroma. My tongue snaked our and licked up and down her cunt before burring itself deep inside her cunt. I worked her clit back and forth until she screamed with delight and demanded that I stop fucking around with my tongue and to sick my hard cock deep into her cunt. What an offer. I stood up and rubbed my cock head up and down between her lips. Then taking a slightly different angle slipped my rock hard cock deep into her cunt. Once I was fully inside her I stopped all movement and looked around me, The rest of the boys and girls has removed what was left of there clothing and they all stood around us totally naked. 

Nicky moved behind me and ran her hands around my waist to my cock and onto Liz naked cunt. Putting her finger directly onto Liz's clit she started rocking my body back and forth starting the fucking motion again. Nicky's other hand massaged my balls while I fucked Liz and Nicky played with Liz clit.

Sean shouted out that he wanted to fuck Liz right now and asked if he could take over my place. All I did was slide my cock out of Liz's sopping cunt and take a step to the side. In a flash Sean was between Liz's legs with his cock in his hand. He guided his cock to the entrance of Liz's cunt and pushed right in. He fucked her in short quick strokes. Liz was moaning and rocking her head from side to side when John walked up next to her head and put his cock in her face. Liz's eyes popped open and she saw John's cock just next to her head. She grabbed John's cock and pulled him over to her waiting mouth. Liz started sucking John's cock as Sean was fucking her cunt. Tania had now bent over Liz's tits, and was sucking one and holding the other.

I was standing back watching this whole orgy grow with Nicky still standing behind me with her hands gently wanking my cock from behind. I could feel Nicky's tits pressed firmly into my back and they felt fantastic. I slid my hands back and grabbed her ass. I squeezed and rubbed that ass all the time while Nicky was wanking my cock.

I turned to Nicky and said that I now wanted to fuck her and join the orgy on the dinning room table. I took Nicky and lifted her up onto the table. I laid her out on her back and pushed her up so that her head was now under Tania's open legs. Nicky immediately got the idea and lifted her head up to Tania's cunt. Tania was busy sucking Liz's tits when all of a sudden someone was sucking and licking her cunt. She looked back and saw Nicky with her tongue buried deep within her cunt. Tania lowered her body some more so that Nicky could get deeper into her cunt. 

I stood back and marvelled at the masterpiece that I had created, but I did not wait long as Nicky moved her head off Tania's cunt and told me to put my cock deep into her cunt and to fuck her hard and fast. I took my cock and rubbed it up and down Nicky's cunt, making my shaft very wet. I then thrust deep into Nicky's cunt in one thrust. Nicky screamed with pleasure! I grabbed Nicky's legs giving myself a good anchor and drove my cock in and out of her cunt like it was the last one left on earth.

Everyone was moaning and screaming and the sounds of our orgy must have lifted the roof off the room. I looked down at Nicky's cunt and saw for the first time that she had also shaved her cunt lips but had left a neatly trimmed landing path above her cunt lips. Her cunt gripped me in a death like vice as I fucked her, she was using her cunt mussels to milk my cock as I was fucking her. What a feeling.    

Sean was reaching his climax and shouted to Liz that he wanted to come inside her, she clenched her legs around his back and told him to come deep inside her, She wanted to feel him spurting his seed deep inside her. John also announced that he was about to come as well, Liz sucked his cock harder and bobbed her head back and forth faster up and down his cock. Sean yelled as he started to come, his whole body went stiff and he shot his come inside Liz. At the same moment John started coming and shot a huge wad of cum deep into Liz's mouth, She tried to swallow it all but some dribbled out the side of her mouth, John's second cum shot hit her squarely between the eyes. Tania had now lifted her head from Liz's nipples and was watching John shoot his load into Liz's mouth, the cum that had dripped from Liz's mouth and John's second cum shot was now falling near Tania, Tania stuck out her tongue and started licking John's left over cum.




The Dinner party



This was too much for me and I tensed and shot my load deep into Nicky's cunt, as I started Cumming, Nicky had her third orgasm and we shivered and shook together. I shot my first load inside Nicky's cunt but the second shot I had withdrawn my cock from Nicky's cunt and aimed my cock at her tits, my second load hit her tits and Nicky took my cum and rubbed it into her tits then raised her fingers to her mouth and sucked my cum off her fingers.

We all collapsed together on the table, and tried to catch our breaths. We were all huffing and puffing, and slowly we recovered and moved away from the table. Sean was the first to say what we were all thinking, Wow that was fucking hot, When are we going to do it again?



The Dinner Party



The planning had taken a while, this was to be no ordinary dinner party and the atmosphere had to be right. Final touches were being put into place as Andy lit the last candle. The long table was ready for his ten guests. Ten of his closest friends, five couples, had been invited and he was looking forward to watching the proceedings. It had been a while since he had been so turned on by a mere idea. He had, at first, thought it was just that, an idea, and not one he would ever be able to make a reality, but as he straightened a napkin, he couldn't help but smile to himself. This was going to be a great night.

Laura was upstairs. She was barely dressed, and that was how she was to remain all evening. A very short, black leather mini skirt clung precariously to her hips, and she wore a matching leather bra, with zips around the cups. Her high heels dug into the thick pile carpet as she tried to steady her breath. When he'd told her about the dinner party, she had pulled a face. That was her first mistake. The tug on her nipples that followed had made her eyes water.

"You have a problem my girl? Are you telling me that I don't come up with good ideas?"

"No Master," she had replied meekly. And he had smiled and nodded.

"You'll enjoy it love, you'll see."

Now that the day was here, she was excited and it was all she could do to stop herself from touching her already moist cunt. Taking a deep breath, she went downstairs, trembling with each step. Andy was waiting for her at the bottom. He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her hard. Gently he slid her long brown hair behind her ear, whispering as his warm breath flowed over her skin.

"You look stunning my pet. You will make me very proud, yes?"

His hand slid up her back and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling it hard, her head falling back as his hand pressed against her shoulder and she fell to her knees at his feet. Pushing the back of her head towards his crotch, he pressed her face hard against it, knowing she could feel his erect cock beneath the zip of his pants.

"Well? Will you or won't you?" He asked insistently.

She could barely utter a word, her lips pressed so tightly against him. 

"Yes Master, I will" she mumbled.

Letting go of her shoulder, he took a step back, admiring his property. Laura remained in her kneel, and slid her arms behind her back, her fingers fidgeting nervously as her hands clasped together. Andy unzipped the cups on her top, removing them and leaving her tits exposed. He slipped her play collar around her neck and attached a leash which hung beautifully between her full breasts, before very slowly moving around her, careful steps one after the other, inspecting. Her heart pounded. She had always loved the inspections, ever since they had first met. It never ceased to amaze her how wet she became just by this simple act.

He stood in front of her once more, and slid a finger beneath her chin, bringing her eyes to his. 

"Good. We are ready. Now, get into position my pet."

Reaching his hand forward, she placed hers into it, and rose slowly, wondering if he could hear the sound of her heartbeat, since it seemed so loud to her. He led her to the dining room and her eyes widened with amazement. The table was laid to perfection. Candelabras stood at each end. The silver cutlery glimmering in the candlelight, the dark red walls and red silk napkins the only colour against the cream tablecloth. Ten candles burned in the candelabras, giving the room a warm glow. She looked closer at the table, noticing the space in the centre. Before she could move, he was speaking again.

"On you go precious. Be careful not to move anything."

Very carefully she climbed onto the table, and knelt in the middle, looking down at him nervously. He clicked his fingers and pointed, and she lowered her breasts to the tablecloth, her ass now high in the air, her cunt completely exposed. He picked up the ropes that were attached to the table legs, and found the ends, on which hung cuffs, and he cuffed her to the table, her arms stretched out in front of her. 

"Comfy love?"

She turned her head to the side and nodded. 

"Good. All we need now are the guests." He smiled, more to himself than her, and left the room. She didn't move. She could hardly breathe for nervous excitement. 

It seemed an age before the doorbell rang and she heard voices in the hallway. He had explained to them all about the special dinner party they were invited to. He had told them it was just a dinner party, but that there was a toy on the table that they could play with at any time they felt like it. They had understood immediately and had looked forward to it. Andy always threw good dinner parties, though usually Laura would be serving. They all knew and understood the relationship between Andy and Laura, Master and submissive. Some had similar relationships; others just enjoyed the obvious happiness that it brought them both.

Andy led his guests to the living room. There, his hired waitress served them drinks while Andy offered nuts and friendly banter. The waitress left the room, to return moments later, whispering in Andy's ear before leaving again and heading to the kitchen.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, dinner will be served in a few moments. Please, follow me to the dining room where the fun awaits."

His guests obediently followed, not wanting to appear to eager. Slowly they filed into the dining room, each pair of eyes glistening as they saw what lay on the table. Andy directed them to their seats. Men and women, sitting alternately. Laura had watched them come in, though had strict instructions not to catch their eye. She was not to smile at anyone. She was only to stay still, as if having her there on the table was the most normal thing in the world. Her heart beat faster as the guests settled in their seats. She knew them all by sight, but they were Andy's friends, and didn't know them well. She thought that was probably just as well.

Andy stood at the head of the table and rang a bell that had been placed beside him. It reminded Laura of her granny, who had rung a similar bell when she needed attention. Laura smiled inside at the memory.

"Welcome my friends," Andy began. "This evening is one of pure enjoyment. I have provided you with a toy, to be played with at your will. You may do whatever you like to the toy, I just ask that you don't mark it permanently in any way. Dinner will be served very soon, so feel free to begin now if you wish. Enjoy your evening." And with that, he brushed his hand over Laura's hair, placing a blindfold over her eyes, and he sat down.

She hadn't expected the blindfold, and it unnerved her. A small whimper escaped through her parted, red glossy lips. Everything was black.

The silence was broken by a woman, a voice she didn't recognise.

"So Andy, how's business?"

It was from that moment, the guests relaxed, and everything carried on as normal. The waitress brought the first course to the table, serving each guest in turn and the chit chat went on as if Laura wasn't there. For a while, she thought that perhaps she'd been forgotten, but as the cutlery began to be placed back on the plates, she felt a hand slide along her thigh and over her ass cheeks. That had seemed like the catalyst, as one by one, different hands began slowly to slide over her skin. The hands would wander, just touching her soft pale skin and then leave her, she imagined them falling back into the lap of the owner, or twiddling restlessly with the remaining cutlery, or a finger running around the edge of a glass.

The first hand that slid between her thighs was a woman, or so she thought. It was a gentle touch, with soft skin and long fingers. She couldn't remember who was sitting near that hand, but she savoured the feel of it, and let out a soft moan as it glided towards her wet sex. Slowly, very slowly, a finger slipped inside her, and she gasped as it slid in and out. She could hear the sound of her juices as the finger manipulated her, twisting inside her and pressing lightly against her g spot. She noticed, with heightened senses, the scent of her juices, and blushed beneath the blindfold. The finger was withdrawn, and Laura jumped a little in surprise as it was slowly wiped over her lips, and she tasted her own wetness.

Talk around the table continued, though she couldn't catch most of the conversations. They were merging, and she found it hard to focus on one. Now and again, there was laughter, a joke shared, a witty quip. It grew in volume as wine flowed.

Before long, Laura felt a hand slide beneath her, and fumbling fingers found a nipple, tugging it, twisting it, flicking it with a nail, a man's nail she thought. Short and stubby. She whimpered, and winced as the twist tightened. She bit her lip and tried to breathe as the pain seared through her breast, her wrists wrenching against the cuffs slightly. When the fingers left her nipple she panted softly, listening intently for movement.

Andy stood up and smiled. He bent over the table and whispered in her ear.

"You're doing great love, I'm proud of you."

It was all she needed to hear and he knew it. Those words of pride and comfort made her so content that she felt she could withstand anything.

Suddenly there was a spank on her ass from behind her. It shook the usually strong table and made her yelp. She felt the burning surge on her ass cheek but had little time to recover as the second blow fell. She counted nine spanks in all, each one seemed harder than the last, and she waited for the tenth with baited breath. It didn't come, not then. Instead of that, someone else had taken one of the toys from the shelf, and was sliding a dildo over her cunt, slipping it between folds and holding it teasingly against her hole as it leaked more cream.

****

Andy sat back in his chair and purveyed the scene. His girl was on the table, being fondled and played with by all his guests. The food was plentiful. The wine was flowing. His attention was caught by the candelabras and he smiled. If she could see him now, Laura would know that smile. She almost feared it, though she trusted him completely, but she knew that smile meant that he had an idea she may not be altogether comfortable with.

When Laura was being left alone for a moment, Andy got up and lifted a candle from the candelabra. He held it aloft as he moved to the centre of the table. Suddenly all his guests' eyes were following him, and he grinned evilly.

"There's one for everyone, help yourself."

He held the candle above Laura's ass, and slowly began to drip the wax onto her skin, watching as it hardened. Laura cried out as the wax burned her flesh. How could she have forgotten about the candles?! Tears welled in her eyes beneath the blindfold as the slow stream of wax flowed and dripped down her moist crack.

From another part of the table, she felt wax dripping against her back and before she realised it, a hand removed one of her shoes and she felt the hot wax dripping onto the sole of her foot. She tried not to scream, but as time wore on it became increasingly difficult, and she pressed her lips together, wanting to endure it for Andy, to make him proud.

****

The second course came to the table and everyone sat down to eat. Laura took the chance to recover, though the cold wax covered burned flesh, and it stung. She wasn't comfortable, her arms had begun to ache, and she tried to adjust herself without it being noticed, realising that the guests were enjoying the food too much to think about whether she was moving or not. She heard Andy telling someone that he was pleased with how the evening was going so far, and that helped Laura to focus.

Before long, the main course was over, and again the hands and fingers began to explore her exposed and naked flesh. She felt a tug on the leash as she was pulled closer to the edge of the table. She knew what was coming, she just didn't know who's cock she would be sucking as she parted her lips and felt it slide in deep, slipping over her wet tongue and towards her throat.

"Suck it!" The voice was harsh, and she knew instantly that this was one of the Dominants that Andy knew from the club. She closed her lips around the cock and drew it in deep, sucking as hard as she could, her cheeks caving around the shaft like a tight cunt. The man thrust his cock deeper, fucking her face hard, his hands gripping her hair as he pulled her mouth down hard onto his cock. For a moment he stopped, the tip deep in her throat, and her fingers curled, scratching at the table as she struggled for air. She almost didn't noticed the cock that was pressing against her tight star.

"Dessert." She mused to herself, even as the cock pushed a little harder and stretched her pucker wide, her pulsating muscles trying to relax. The two cocks found a rhythm one with the other, and she rocked on her knees with the pressure of their fucking, her nipples scraping against the cloth. She groaned as the cocks filled her from each end, and before long, she felt a vibration against her clit. Her cunt muscles tightened, her juices drooling down her thigh as she felt a hand caress the spot, rubbing her juices into her skin as she needily pressed back against the cock in her ass. The man didn't need begging twice, and he thrust harder, filling her ass with his thick cock as the other cock plunged hard and fast into her mouth.

Andy had his cock out, and slowly wrapped his fingers around the shaft, stroking himself as he hardened. He loved watching, and now that he had such a perfect girl, he especially loved to watch her get fucked, knowing that she did it for him. That every orgasm she had was his, and that she'd be worshipping him tomorrow in gratitude.

The cock in her mouth withdrew, just as the panting grew heavy, and a cry of release echoed in the room. She felt the hot salty cum splash against her face and drip into her nose and mouth, and willingly she lapped up all that she could. While her tongue was licking the cum from her lips, another cock slid into her mouth, and without hesitation she started to suck that one too. She felt soft hands on each of her tits, perhaps one person, perhaps two, but she arched her back to allow them room to manoeuvre. The hands were gentle, women she thought, and their touches made her groan with pleasure.

The vibrator on her clit slid into her cunt as the cock in her ass pushed deep and a feral cry rang out. Her ass was filled with hot cum as the man pressed his hips to her, his fingers gripping her tightly.

Cum dripped from her ass as the cock pulled out, and the vibe filled her fleetingly before that too was removed, and suddenly she seemed alone, but for the sounds of panting and zips being done up.

All was quiet for a while, and then Laura heard Andy speak.

"Ladies and Gentleman, dessert is served."

The waitress came in with a platter of fruit which she placed on the table. Next the waitress brought chocolate mousse and there were sounds of approval from the guests. The plates were laid out, and the waitress left, leaving Andy to serve.

He took a large spoon and dipped it into the mousse, smearing the chocolate goo all over Laura's flesh.

"I hope you don't mind, my friends, but the chocolate mousse is a delicacy that is best licked."

John chuckled, and placed a bit of the mousse on Laura's lips, kissing it off her tenderly. She smiled, and kissed him back, at that moment knowing that she had pleased him greatly.

Within seconds, there were tongues sliding all over her body. Goosebumps rose, and she could barely stand the pleasure as she writhed against her binding. Andy had left chocolate mouse over her cunt, and she tried hard to work out how many tongues were licking her there.

"Cum my pet".

The voice had seemingly boomed above the noise of lapping and licking, the voice she loved, with the words she had longed to hear. Her body shook, as the orgasm burst from her, and she cried out, jerking on the table as the tongues licked ferociously. More cum splashed on her body as she felt slaps on her inner thighs, the sting bringing tears to her eyes as her body continued to ride the orgasm.

It was as if a volcano had erupted, and she gasped for breath, waiting for the throbbing of her cunt walls to subside. Eventually Laura calmed, the drool nestling in a pool on the tablecloth, her cum soaked body aching as it pressed against the table.

Andy grabbed the leash and centred her again, petting her hair as he did so. There was one more thing he had to do to make his evening complete.

Stepping behind her, her slid his hands over her reddened ass cheeks, before smacking them hard. He wiped his hard cock along her crack and found her wet hole, pressing his cock deep inside it as he began to fuck her slowly, enjoying the eyes on him, and his ownership of her. This was his girl, he'd gifted his friends, but he owned her, and he was going to enjoy her.

Andy slid his cock deeper, reaching forward to grab a nipple and tug it tight. She groaned and pressed back against him, knowing those fingers, that cock, so well. She gripped his cock tightly with her cunt, feeling his hips begin to slap against hers and his grip on her nipples tighten. She knew he was close and she clenched tighter around his shaft as he thrust deeper. She gripped the rope that led to the cuffs, pushing back against him, and he came, his cry so filled with pleasure it almost brought her to tears. When his cock was drained of his cum, he pulled out of her sated cunt and walked back round the table, tugging her leash to drag her mouth back to his cock, so that she could clean it. He wiped it in her hair first, and then parted her lips with it, sliding it to her tongue as she licked and kissed it, tasting both of their juices on his skin.

Andy moved back to his seat and zipped up his fly before settling once more, pouring himself another glass of wine. He sat back and smiled, taking a deep, satisfied breath.

Silence fell around the table, when from the other end, a man began to clap slowly. Before long, the ten guests were joining in, and were giving Andy a round of applause, each of them exclaiming what a wonderful evening they'd had.

After more chatter, the guests began to leave, and when Andy shut the door on the last of them, he breathed a sigh of relief. It had all gone according to plan and he was thrilled. He went back to the dining room and removed the blindfold, kissing Laura lovingly on the lips. He undid the cuffs and the rope and helped her down from the table as the waitress began to clear up.

Andy led Laura from the dining room, and took her upstairs. Carefully he removed the clothing, such as it was, and set the shower going in the bathroom. Taking her hand, he guided her to the shower and washed her hair and body as she stood there, shaking, her aching muscles quivering as the warm water hit her. He was so gentle as he washed her, and she was so happy that she had found someone to be everything for her in so many ways.

Stepping from the shower, he told her to slide into bed, and he came round her side and kissed her.

"Thank you, pet, for the perfect evening. You were wonderful tonight and I'm so proud of you."

Laura smiled happily.

"Thank you Master, for allowing me to give you your 'dream come true'."

Andy looked at her, a broad smile across his face.

"You're welcome."

And with that, he climbed into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her as they both drifted off to sleep.



The Dinner Party



She had come to his house alone for the party, knowing that although it was a small get together there would be enough people around to give her a distraction without needing a wing-woman for the night. Even though their relationship had only extended to friendship within the last few months, they had been acquaintances for years and she'd craved his body the entire time. But the same story was ever told, either she was attached or he was, the timing was never right and for the first time since middle school this usually confident woman was now second guessing her level of attraction. Sure, there was lighthearted flirting among the banter of friends but the sidelong glances she occasionally caught from him she was never sure were actually directed at her and she grew increasingly nervous around him. 

When she arrived he was still in his kitchen, completing the final touches on dinner they would be served in a few moments. She poured herself a glass of wine and began mingling, greeting friends and quickly relaxing in the familiar company. That was until she approached a group of women, one of whom had waved her over, and she found herself being enveloped in their tight circle to hear the latest gossip. 

"Did you hear?" She was asked and a look of confusion passed across her face as she shook her head, the long tresses of her dark blond hair brushing against her shoulder blades at the movement. "Hear what?" She responded, sipping her wine as she waited for the woman to finally reveal whatever golden nugget of information she possessed. 

"He's single again." 

It took everything she had in her not to choke at those words, tactfully swallowing her wine and forcing a interested but detached expression to grace her features. Somehow, she managed to not immediately search out his face across the room and before she knew it she was sitting at his table and passing bowls and platters around as she filled her own plate. She refilled her wine glass no less than four times during the meal, concentrating hard on actually tasting the food and being involved in the conversation but not actually looking his direction. The food was fantastic, the conversation entertaining and after dessert (during which she passed on the coffee and opted instead of another glass of wine), she left the table and entered the living room for a viewing of the latest camp horror release.

She situated herself between two girlfriends and the three of them shared yet another bottle of wine. Alternately laughing and shrieking at the movie was exactly the medicine that she needed and before the bottle was gone so were her nerves. At the end of the film, the movie was switched and this time the screen was filled with the walking undead and screaming college girls. What she didn't notice was that the room was slowly emptying and soon there were only a handful of people in the room. She managed to ask for a bottle of water, realizing she was going to have to drive home soon and decided to stay long enough for one more movie, which was sure to sober her up. 

But the flick that played next was nothing short of a tear-jerker drama and within 10 minutes she felt herself dozing off. Sudden silence brought her back to reality and she realized that she was still sitting in his living room but that the movie had ended, the room was dark and she was snuggled up against a warm body. Looking around herself and suddenly feeling very, very sober, she realized that besides the host of the party, whose arm was wrapped around her quite nicely, they were alone in the room. 

"I think I fell asleep." She said lamely, not sure what else to say at that exact moment. He chuckled and nodded, prompting her to blush furiously in the dark. "That you did. You alright to drive home or..." He left the question hanging and she struggled to sit up and test herself. 

But it was immediately apparent from the movement that there was no chance that she would be driving anywhere. "Um, no.." She replied after a moment, biting her lip and looking up apologetically at him. 

"Not a problem." He responded with an easy smile, "We'll watch another movie." And with a quick flick of the remote the TV once again sprang to life and she found herself being eased back into his arms. 

But whatever was playing across the room did not find its way into her attention span. She was entirely too distracted by the beating his heart in his chest and the warmth of his skin against her own. Swallowing hard, she licked her lips and nervously drank the bottle of water that she found in her lap, wishing it was some sort of magical anti-drunk elixir that would allow her to quickly escape this situation before she made a complete ass out of herself.

He said something in a low, murmuring voice and she turned her face up towards him to ask him to repeat. But the words never left her mouth for as soon as her lips parted, his mouth was touching hers. Hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure what he was doing. The kiss broke and she simply stared up at him for a moment before moving her body ever so slightly towards his. Apparently, this was all the encouragement he had needed because he was kissing her again, deeper this time and with a fever and passion that made her instantly wet. She placed a hand on his chest and he ran his hands up her arms, sending gooseflesh across her skin and making her nipples rock hard beneath her bra. 

The position she was in was not at all comfortable and when she moved to turn towards him, he instead moved her on top of him to straddle his lap, grasping her ass in both hands as she settled herself against his chest. Her fingers ran up the back of his neck and through his hair, lightly running her fingernails across his scalp. The movement prompted him to moan against her lips and she felt the warmth between her legs spreading at the sound. She broke the kiss long enough to get his shirt off of his body, throwing it behind her as she ran her hands across his chest, feeling the soft hair and hard muscles against her palm. 

He removed her shirt in turn and as he reached behind her to unclasp her bra she leaned forward to kiss his chest and lightly run her tongue along his nipple, giving each one attention in turn. When her breasts were released she leaned back in his arms and he lost himself in them, running their sensitive skin lightly across his face and grinning as she gasped at the feeling of the stubble on his cheeks. He took one in his mouth and she couldn't help but press herself harder against him, the suckling making her dripping wet. When he moved to the other nipple she was shaking and gasping and he slid his arm around to unbutton her jeans. His fingers snaked beneath the soaking panties and lightly rubbed on her clit as he continued playing with her nipples. Grazing her fingernails across the skin of his upper arms she could do little more than convulse in pleasure at what he was doing to her. 

And suddenly she was moving, nearly flying through the air as he lifted her and placed her on the couch on her back. He tore himself out of his pants as she wiggled out of the restraint of her jeans and before he could move atop of her, she sat back up again raising one hand on his chest to keep him from moving and using the other hand to guide his thick cock into her mouth. 

She took it all in at first, slowly sucking on the entire shaft before she began playing her tongue around his head. Alternating these movements she groaned against him at how hard he was becoming and when he began to grasp her shoulders she finally stopped. He pushed her back on the couch and lowered himself between her legs, choosing to start by tasting her. Her back arched at the touch of his tongue against her hot, wet opening and when he flicked his tongue across her clit she began cumming that instant. Pressing his face against her vagina he kept working her clit with her thumb as he drank in the juices that were pouring out of her as she orgasmed. 

When he could take it no more, he slid his thick cock inside of her, relishing the fact that she was tight against his shaft but deep enough to take his entire length. It was rare that he could find a woman that he didn't have to restrain himself with, someone that he could plunge into completely without hurting her. The feeling of him suddenly deep inside of her nearly drove her insane and she was reaching up to kiss him, to taste herself on his lips. 

What began as a slow stroke became quickly more fluid, more demanding as he pounded away at her pussy, playing with her nipples and watching her face as she came over and over again. 

When she had finished and when his cock could literally get no harder, she pushed him away, back against the couch and she took him in her mouth again, cupping his balls in one hand as she continued to work her pussy with the other, ready to explode again at the taste of herself on his rock hard cock. 

A few moments of intense sucking and he was suddenly gasping, grabbing the back of her head and thrusting deep into her throat. She sucked harder, somehow knowing he was close. When he finally released she swallowed hard as he ejected into her mouth, continuing the suction of her mouth as she stroked his cock with one hand. She swallowed him dry, milking the last of his cum from his cock. 

They spent a moment lying intertwined on the couch before he finally moved, picking her up and carrying her to his bedroom to repeat the process, with a few additions, all over again.



The Dinner Party



My wife Kay is an exotic brunette, very shapely, beautiful ass, nice hips great breasts gorgeous hazel eyes a very hot 35 years old. Her pouty lips would make your cock stand on end wishing that they were all over it.

Well we were late for her friend's celebration party at the restaurant, there were eight of them sitting at the table, 4 couples waiting on us to arrive, I am notoriously late, being in my mid forties I like to take my time now, I don't rush around for any one, even my wife whom this aggravates to no end. 

We arrived and the two spots open at the table were next to her friend's husband Mike and a hot number who I never met before, a sultry blonde. Drinks had already been ordered as we took our seats I sat next to the blonde and my wife sat next to Mike. 

Now you have to know Mike, he has wanted to fuck my wife ever since I met this guy, I put up with him because Kay loves Shelia to death would do anything for her even put up with Mike's overt flirting, of whom my wife gets blamed for by her friend, this doesn't make sense but we don't make a big deal about it.

Conversation was going well through out the night light and easy, Kay look stunning as always, short black skirt, white 2" heels, a white button down blouse with lacy fringe.

I was having a general conversation with the blonde next to me as I was watching the group I noticed that Shelia was eyeballing me and not in a good way, you see we've never really got along I always thought she was a stuck up bitch but who am I to judge right.

Well ol' Shelia is watching me as a talked to the blonde who I learned was Cindy, well during this time Kay was speaking with Mike, he seemed to have had a bit to much to drink again and the last time he did he hit on Kay, Shelia blamed Kay which upset Kay greatly and pissed me off.

That first night when we lay in bed I blurted out to Kay maybe you should fuck him to get back at Shelia, she's a bitch anyways and her guy would love to throw his cock in you for sure. Kay said no way she wouldn't do that at all.

Well here we were again, Mike all over Kay, his hands were sliding up and down her legs as she fought him off. I pretended not to notice using my conversation with Cindy as a distraction. 

The more drinks that came the bolder Mike would become, I could tell that Kay was getting pissed, Shelia was watching Mike and all he did was smile at her while I saw his hand slide up and under my wife's skirt, Kay's hand quietly stopped Mike's hand and pushed it away as Mike casually spoke to a couple across the table, Marci and Steve. 

I finally look in Kay's direction and she is motioning me to look at her thigh, "I see what you mean honey" I said to Kay, Kay replied "Mike's an ass, what should I do? I don't want to make a scene here?" I noticed that Shelia was ignoring Mike and his overt attempt at my wife; I said to myself fuck it. Looking at Kay I said "You want to play a game with him see how far he will go?" 

Kay replied, "Shelia is right there, I don't know about this."

"Makes it all the more dangerous doesn't it, besides what a way to get back at the snobby bitch." The waitress came by with our new orders and as she did I watched Mike down another drink and grabbed the new one as he did he looked right at Kay and reached under the table sliding his hands up her leg, this time Kay did not stop him.

I pretended to not see what was happening though I plainly saw his hand on Kay's thigh, she in turn began a conversation with Marcie as Mike's hand began to feel her thigh.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Mike's hand slid under Kay's skirt, her black skirt began to ride up her leg as Mike went further towards my wife's pussy. Kay looked right at me, and smiled at me, mouthing the word "Fingers". I looked directly at Kay's face and watched Mike looking undisturbed and carrying on his conversation leaning into the table as if he was really intent on what Steve was telling him. 

Kay's legs spread as I watched Mike finger fuck my wife under the table, reflexively she parted her legs, I saw Kay's eyes close and her body tighten Mike was fingering her to an orgasm under the table and she was trying to hide the effect it was having on her.

Kay leaned into me, placing her hand on my shoulder and whispered "He's finger fucking me, baby." I looked around the table and no one really was paying attention though I had a feeling Shelia knew because of the way she was glaring at me. Hell she should have saved that look for her old man not me. 

Mike turned to Kay and said "Hey how are you doing Kay??" Kay was taken by surprise because when she answered her voice was husky and she stuttered her answer, "I'm Ok"

Mike returned to his conversation with Steve and Kay was moving her hips very slowly she had Mike's rhythm and she was fucking his fingers now. 

Kay looked like she was ready to cum when she pushed Mike's hand away smoothed her skirt and got up, "I'm going to the ladies room." Kay looked at me and grabbed my hand pulling me along. "Come with me" she told me, so I went.

Kay pulled me by the hand all the way outside to our car, "You asshole he almost made me came," she scolded me. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. "Really, you're a jerk."

She said to me. She opened the passenger door to our car pushed me into the seat, knelt down and pulled out my cock, her sexy mouth sucked my cock into her throat and I almost came right then. She squeezed my cock hard and said, "No you don't".

Kay was squeezing my balls hard and sucking me off so good I was out of it I never saw or heard Mike walk up to us. Kay stopped sucking my cock for a second so I opened my eyes and saw Mike standing behind her, her skirt was up around her waist and she was looking back at Mike, Mike was sliding his cock into my wife doggy style She looked exquisite. His hands had her hips and he was fucking her from behind pushing his cock inside her. She accepted his cock and returned to sucking me off. I was so ready to cum that I sent an explosion of cum into my wife's mouth. 

Kay loves the taste of cum and that's exciting in and of its self. I blew my load into her mouth and watched as Mike rammed his cock into my wife's sweet pussy, I was envious that I had not sunk my cock into her wet pussy but watching Shelia's proper husband Mikey fucking my wife was a turn on I never forgot. I never knew how fantastic Kay looks when she is getting fucked and what a fucking treat this was. Mike's rapid pounding of Kay's pussy increased and Kay went with it, abandoned inhibitions she fucked this guys cock back hard and fast he came fast. He literally screamed when he came.

Mike told Kay to lick his cock clean she turned and told him to lick his own cock and called him an asshole. I just about died, watching Mike put his wet cock back into his pants and heading back to the restaurant.

Later that night Kay and I replayed the events and she came on top of me as she rode my cock. What a fucking woman. Unbelievable.



The Dinner Party



He looked just like my ex-husband from a distance and first glance. At first that alone had me turning away. But I soon came to realize that he was very different. He was much younger, despite the premature graying of his hair, he was taller by about five inches, and his shoulders were broader. Also, and this was the most important, my ex had not one passionate, spontaneous bone in his body.

This man, I had reason to believe, had many. His eyes followed me around the room and I was starting to feel almost uncomfortable from his constant perusal. Of course, my body had other feelings about the matter. My nipples were starting to pucker and that last time we made eye contact, as I walked by him I found my pussy was actually clenching. No, this man was most definitely not my ex.

I was walking around the reception, saying hi to the people I knew, it had been ages since I had gone to a party but everyone in my office was invited and I could not turn down the invitation. It was a formal affair, and my gown for the evening was a sapphire satin sheath that showed all my curves. The neckline was a bit risqué for this type of event, but I'd wanted to ensure people remembered who I was. There was certainly one man who would remember me, and he was staring at my legs now, enjoying the long expanse of tight, shapely leg revealed by the slit in the skirt.

This man really made me hot for some reason. Sure he was gorgeous, but we'd not met at all, not even an introduction. I'd never heard his voice or had my hand clasped in his. Just those eyes from across the room. It sprung to mind someone else who looked at me with that sense of intensity and want. John. The thought sent chills up my spine.

As insane as it seemed, I was contemplating a way to get him in bed. I began to flirt with him shamelessly. My gaze was constantly seeking his. When last I turned around to find him, he was gone. I scanned the room and actually felt a moment of panic that he had left. When I turned back towards the main reception area, there he was. My breath caught in my throat. The instant sensation of hardening nipples and the sweet torture of wetness between my thighs invaded my body.

He was even more handsome up close. His amazing brown eyes held mine. They were the color of hot chocolate, such a deep brown you could feel yourself getting pulled in. He simply held out his hand towards me, and for some reason I found myself placing mine in his. The touch of our skin together sent tingles all the way up my arm. I'm sure he felt it, because the sudden grin, revealing straight white teeth, was knowing. He turned and pulled me after him. 

Beyond the reception area and through the lobby, then finally he turned and spoke. I thought I'd melt, his voice was so sexy, with just a hint of deep timbered raspiness.

"I have to leave. Come with me."

"Why do you have to leave?"

"If I stay another second, I'm going to explode. You drive me crazy." He ran a hand down my arm, his eyes following the motion, fingers soft as feathers. My body went on full alert. "I want you alone. Now." He reached again for my hand and my body had a will of it's own. I trailed behind him, getting more excited by the second. Outside, he walked me across the street to a hotel. It was upscale and the thought of a nearby bed had me feeling good about things. He guided me through the lobby and up the elevator. The elevator was full of people; he pulled me close up against him, my back to his front. I teasingly bumped my ass against him and felt how hard he was. 

The low warning growl in his throat had the woman next to him looking at him strangely. I smiled. When we finally escaped the confining space, he led me to his room. The lights were down and the window that stretched the length of the room displayed an impressive view of the city at night. The door closed behind me and I felt his arms come around me. His lips nuzzled my neck, placing wet kisses along its lines as his hands came up to cup my breasts. 

I was happy to see we wouldn't be wasting much time. I was so hot. My nipples were screaming in pleasure as his hands teased them through the satin. I was braless, my large, firm tits open to his touch. He pushed the thin straps down my shoulders, placing small kisses along their path downward. I felt him undo his pants behind me as he sucked on my neck and I was eager to reach for him.

But he pushed me up against the window, my tits pressing against cold glass as they puckered harder. He pulled my zipper down and tugged my gown from my hips. His hand on the center of my back kept me against the glass as he ran his other hand up my leg, tugging at a garter.

"I knew you'd have these on. I just knew you would." He reached up and tore the thin string of my panties and they fell from me. He'd kicked his shoes off and now he stepped from his own pants and boxers. I could see his cock in the reflection of the window and my body started to hum. It was huge, with a thickness that had me squirming against his hand. He popped the buttons on his shirt, and when his muscled chest was bare he came up tightly behind me, pressing into me.

His cock was nestled between my thighs. He groaned at the wetness he found on them and reached his arms around again to my front, pulling my shoulders back from the glass so he could pinch my aching nipples. 

"I can't wait. I need you right now." His cock was finding its way as he tilted his hips, and it was poised at my folds. He rammed it inside me so hard and fast I cried out. I was so wet, but he was very thick and long and he rammed me again from behind. My body was pressed tightly against the glass and it was nearly lifted up each time he shoved that hard cock into me. He was slow, and so very deep. His hips pushed me tight into the glass, my exposed clit rubbing the cool surface with each deepening stroke.

I could see the lights and the skyline overshadowed by his reflection. His hot eyes kept my gaze the whole time he fucked me. I was grunting from the wonderful pleasure of the discomfort he was causing me, and I could see his eyes closing now as he concentrated on not cumming.

"Don't hold back," I said. "Cum for me." I was writhing against the glass, trying to get my clit more firmly against it. I was so close to climax. Then he angled deeper and hit into me hard and fast, picking up the tempo and I started to throb and clench around him. 

Our moans and grunting as we coupled like animals mingled with our combined scent and I felt myself slip over the edge. I cried out as my climax ripped through my body, sending wave after wave of heated spasms through me. The feel of me clenching him sent him over as well, and he hollered out as he jerked against me, and I could feel his hot thick cum squirting against my walls. We continued to stay locked together as each of us settled down and breathing returned to normal. He placed soft kisses on the back of my neck and slowly pulled form me. 

He lifted me and placed me on the bed, absorbing the sight of my passion flushed body, trailing his fingers through the cum dripping on my thighs. He brought his hand to my mouth and I sucked his fingers, one by one. I saw his cock jump to life and I instantly wanted more. I pulled away to get a better look at him. Damn, but he was magnificent, even not fully hard, he was the largest I'd ever had, and perfectly shaped with a big fat head. I grazed my nails up and down his length in a soft, almost nonexistent touch and I could see the veins coming up to the surface again, watched as his cock grew. I leaned down and pulled him into my hot mouth.

I could taste myself on him and it turned me on. My clit was throbbing and he must have known. He lay down and pulled my hips over his face. He savaged my pussy as I was sucking on him. I could hardly concentrate on my own pleasurable task because he was making me weak with desire. My legs were trembling and when I used my hands to massage his sack while I sucked that beautiful cock, he went wild. 

His lips were pulling at my clit, his fingers sliding inside me, the wet sucking noises he made as he licked my slit and sucked my lips into his mouth had me panting, unable to breathe. I could only tremble uncontrollably as he finished me off. I came so hard I screamed, my hands stroking him his full length, my lips sucking at him. I felt layers of climax overtake me, like cascading waves. 

I fell from my position straddling his face, still panting and unable to hold myself up. He followed me though, his hands spreading my cunt open again as he fingered me deep and bent to continue sucking my hard clit. My back arched off the bed and my hips were squirming away from him. It was almost too much to bear, the sensations too intense. He didn't allow my escape.

Holding my hips in place, he slid one wet finger into my ass as he slurped my pussy. I'd never had my ass played with before and I tried to pull away. He held me firmly. 

"Let me," he said. He returned to his play of my ass, and as I got used to it, I felt my nipples getting peaked again. Each time he thrust his finger into me, he'd suck my clit, and I was starting to anticipate the sensation, even began pushing my ass against him, urging him on.

He pulled away and came up over me, kissing my belly and moving up over my ribs. My tits were pouting, wanting attentions and he complied with their silent pleas. One hand pinched and then soothed as his lips closed over the other nipple. So soft and easy. His warm lips and laving tongue contrastingly different from his rough pinching fingers on the other side. 

I could feel my pussy clench as I moaned from the pleasure of it. My hand was holding his head in place as he suckled me. As I got more and more worked up, my hips were thrusting up against him, begging for more cock. My other hand led him into me and he began slow and easy. As his head popped past my folds, I inhaled and held it. He felt even bigger than the first time, or maybe my pussy was just swollen. Whatever it was, it was near pain to have him pushing inside me. He went slowly until he was buried as far as he could go, hitting my inner barriers. His whole length didn't fit inside me, but he seemed to still enjoy it. 

He sucked my tits hard as he started to move. The friction of his fat cock sliding in and out, slow and easy soon had me panting again, and when I reached down to rub my clit he smiled and kissed me. His tongue tangled with mine and our kiss became wild. His hips followed suit and he started plunging into my pussy a bit harder. He was holding back, I could tell from the strain on his face and the tenseness in his shoulders.

I was close to exploding already and a few more deep thrusts, feeling him hitting my limits over and over, had me bucking against him as I came, crying out my pleasure for his ears to enjoy, complimenting his hard thick cock.

As I started to relax, he turned me over and before I could protest, he was pushing his slick cock between my cheeks. As I tried to pull back, he held me tight, whispering nasty things in my ear. He begged me to let him in my ass, told me how much he wanted to feel its tight ring clenching his huge cock. I was near to screaming from the burn of his entry as he rubbed my clit and the two sensations blurred into one. 

I found I was craving another inch of him, and then another. He coaxed me, soothed me, I could hear his grunts of pleasure each time he made it further inside my tight ass. He was relentless in his attentions. His hands were on my clit and my nipples. Teasing and exciting, his lips on the back of my neck and ears. And always, that sexy voice whispering how good it felt for him, feeling me squeeze his cock the way I was. Always giving pleasure in one way or another as he pushed further in. He took his time and I was close to cumming when I felt his hips against mine from behind.

He was rubbing circles around my clit, sucking my earlobe and I started to cum. Not like before, not fast and hard. This was different. It built in intensity the more he played with me and reached a new level of pleasure when the full force of it hit me, my entire body was pulsing. My breasts, my pussy, my ass, my legs jerking as spasm after spasm overtook me. And it kept up, pulsing again and again. I hadn't come down from it yet when he started to move inside me. 

I literally screamed from the pleasure and pain of it. He pumped my ass some more. I started to enjoy the pain of it and my orgasm continued onward. I was dizzy, nearly about to pass out from the intensity of it all. He reached down and grasped my hips from behind me, raising me up a bit and rammed hard.

I exploded. Stars and lights danced in front of me as I clenched down on him. 

I was wild, pushing back against him and letting him ride me harder and harder as my fingers rubbed my hot clit. I must have passed out for a few seconds as I came again. The next I remember, he was lying over my back, still in my ass, brushing my hair away from the side of my face.

He was holding me now; I could feel his cock pulsing still inside me each time my body quivered in residual pleasure. I drifted of to sleep hoping he'd stay inside me, that he would harden when we woke and fuck me again, and realising that I didn't even know his name.

When I awoke a few hours later, I realized that it had been a few years since I took part in such an act of abandonment. It thrilled me and made me think of John some more. And I was eager to experience more of it. To feel it. To treasure it. To have it penetrate the very essence of my being. I snuck off to the bath room and got a clean soapy towel. I began to stroke his cock clean, rubbing it softly watching as it began to rise to attention. Once it was clean, I had very naughty thoughts that I could not relinquish. 

Straddling him, I guided his cock inside my pussy, taking all of him. Once I had adjusted myself, I began to rock back and forth on him. I felt like I was riding a bull. 

Suddenly two hands took possession of my hips and began to guide me. I looked down into his smiling face and thrusted harder and defiantly against him. The waning hours of the night were a blur of raw sex and desire and I never did get his name. Nor did I offer mine. When I awoke, long after the sun rose, I gathered my things --- tossed about the hotel room and left with not so much of a thank you or a second look. Sometimes you have to leave things alone because they were meant to only happen once.  



The Dinner Party



The clock above the kitchen sink read 7:48 when I heard the metallic snap of Aya's key unlocking the front door. I opened the oven door and was rewarded with a blast of steam that smelled like a lazy August afternoon, all rich garden spices and earthy head. Inside was a boxy cookie sheet covered in heirloom tomatoes tossed in oil, fennel, basil, and oregano. They had been baking cut-side down for three hours, and the skins were shriveled and split and ready to be peeled. I pulled the sheet out and set it on the stovetop to cool, and turned back to the steak tenderloin I was slicing on the cutting board on the kitchen island.

"Hey babe," I called out as I heard her heels clicking down the tile hall. 

"Hey yourself," she replied as she swept into our open kitchen and dining room. In her highest heels Aya was nearly as tall as I, a couple of inches short of six feet, with hair and eyes the color of German chocolate. She had dressed for court today, in a smart pencil skirt and blouse tailored to hug her slim curves and small, pert breasts.

"You should have called, I could have cancelled with Simon and Sarah. Or at least delayed."

"I didn't think I'd be cutting things this close, it was traffic more than anything." She closed her eyes and tilted her head back before breathing deeply through her nostrils. "That smells like heaven."

"Thanks."

She lifted one slender leg and unstrapped her heels, balancing like a crane on one foot. "How was your day?"

"Fine. Uneventful. They moved the department meeting until tomorrow, and I didn't have any classes to teach after two so I left early. I got a little writing done, too."

There was an opened bottle of pinot noir on the broad kitchen table, and after she removed her heels she poured a glass. "Do I need to get changed?"

"You look absurdly good, so no."

She smiled and sipped the pinot. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"There's an olive tapenade in the fridge and bruschetta in the warmer if you want to put them on the table."

She took another drink of the wine as the retrieved the tapenade.

"Sorry we didn't get to finish what we started this morning." I took the cap off a bottle of truffle oil and drizzled it over the steak medallions.

"Never apologize for waking me up like that," she chastised me warmly. "I much prefer your mouth to an alarm clock."

I grinned and began to slice a handful of shiitake mushrooms into thin slices. "Still, that had to make for a frustrating day."

"You have no idea."

"That bad?"

"Yeah, that bad."

"Poor baby."

She set her wineglass down on the granite countertop and stepped up behind me, so close I could smell her perfume even over the herb garden scent of the roasted tomatoes. She reached around with her left and hand lightly caressed the bulge at the front of my trousers, her breath warm on my neck.

"They shouldn't say much past eleven, so maybe we can finish then?"

"Maybe." She slithered her hand from my crotch to the inside of my shirt. Her nails raked across my stomach as her other hand hooked nimble fingers over my waistband.

I sliced the last mushroom and suppressed a grin. "After."

"Think we have time now?" she asked, a note of pleading in her voice.

"We don't." I gestured to the clock with my head. "They're supposed to be here in less than five minutes."

"I'll be quick." 

I thought she was playing until she tugged my trousers half way down my thighs.

"Baby, we don't have time." She disagreed by pushed my boxers down just enough to bare the cheeks of my ass.

"I'll be quick," she repeated. "Please, David." She pulled the hand that had been up my shirt free and placed it in the small of my back. Reluctantly I let her push me forward over the counter, still not sure she was serious.

She dipped her other finger in the truffle oil and wormed it between the cheeks of my ass, stabbing up to her knuckle. I let out a hiss of surprise, and realized she wasn't going to stop when I heard the front zipper on her skirt.

"The doorbell could ring any second!"

Her only response was the hot slap of her cock against my bare ass and her breath on my neck as she leaned over.

"If they show up I'll stop," she promised, nosing her thick tool into the cleft of my ass. She slid it up and down until the swollen knob of her prick bumped against my hole. Slowly but steadily she pushed forward. For a second or two I felt the pressure on my anus, and then my hole opened up as she slid smoothly inside.

I sucked in sharply, not from pain but from surprise at how effortlessly she entered me. It made me break out in goose bumps. We'd been doing this for years, since we'd met through a mutual friend when Aya was an undergrad, but no matter how many times we fucked it always made me shiver and shake. I let out a groan, and she kept pushing forward, feeding me three, then four, then five inches before pausing. 

"You'll stop?"

"Yeah," she replied, though I wasn't sure she sounded sincere. 

Dropping both hands down to my hips, she pulled me towards her as she pushed forward, burying the last three inches inside me, bottoming out, and I gave an involuntary grunt. I tried to breathe, but it was difficult; I was bent in half over the counter with my ass gaped open to the size of a golf ball around my girlfriend's rock hard dick.

"God, I needed that," she groaned as she withdrew, pulling back until only the fat knob of her dick remained inside me before shoving herself forward, her rod grazing my prostate as she bottomed out again. "All day, this is what I wanted."

My cock jerked and I could feel a small spasm of pre-cum force out the tip. She pulled back again and shoved forward again, knocking another grunt from my mouth and another spasm from my dick. Another withdrawal and thrust, and another low groan, over and over. I tried to keep quiet, but I couldn't. Every time her prick knocked against my prostate, the sounds just exploded from my throat. Again. Again. 

"Hurry," I panted, squeezing her as best I could with my ass.

"Hurry . . . ing."

She had a rhythm going now, pulling out smoothly and thrusting back deeply, long-dicking my ass with her bloated cock, raking my prostate with each plunge. The only sounds in the room were the slap of flesh on flesh, and a solitary grunt from me every time she hit bottom.

It felt exquisite, like nothing else, the feeling of my asshole stretched tightly around her hot organ, and the feeling of Aya forcing herself deep inside me, over and over. I didn't push back against her; instead I let her take me, her small hands on my hips pulling me tight with every sodomizing stroke. 

My asshole began to make squelching sounds as she thrust up me, and my steady grunts began getting louder despite my efforts to bite them off. I couldn't hold back the sound, the sensation of having her large cock churning up my guts overriding any semblance of self control.

In and out she thrust, my anus gripping her tightly, my moans and the wet slap of her cock in my ass filling my ears, and the smell of our fucking filling my nose even over the rich food.

"Wanted to fuck you all day, thinking of fucking you all day. Trying to listen to briefs, and the only thing . . . I could think of was getting home and filling your ass with girlcum."

Looking up I could see our reflection in the mirror on the wall in the dining room. It was strange, looking at myself like that, watching me splayed across the island with Aya's cute Asian body behind me, still fully dressed, pounding my ass like a prison rapist. She looked possessed.

She looked beautiful.

I forgot about our pending dinner guests. Time ceased to exist. The only thought in my mind was her large tool sliding effortlessly in and out of my bowels. Deep inside my balls a heavy tingle started to grow and it seemed to increase as she hammered into me, pushing out and enveloping more and more of my body. 

"God, David, oh god I love fucking you. Do you love it when I fuck you?"

"Yes," I whispered back.

"Are you going to sit here tonight, having dinner with our friends, knowing my cum is trying to ooze back out your ass?"

"Yes," I answered again.

I wasn't aware of much, but I could tell she was getting close now. Her strokes picked up force but lost speed, each one more making my prick leak like a broken faucet. She would thrust inside me, pushing as far as she could, trying to get more and more of her rigid meat up my ass, and pull out again. We were building towards a massive explosion, and each time she bottomed out the tingling in my balls grew hotter and hotter. 

"Fuck, I'm close, I'm close," Aya grunted as she slammed forward again and again until I almost couldn't stand it anymore. My testicles were on fire, ready to explode, each bump against my prostate nudged me to the edge of the cliff.

The sound of the doorbell ringing fell like a hammer blow.

"God, they're here!" I cursed, pushing up off the counter with my palms. I expected Aya to stop, to pull out, but she didn't. Instead she brought one small hand up from my hip and placed it between my shoulders, forcing me back down with all her strength. I could have resisted her, but was so surprised I let her pin me in place. She kept riding me as if nothing had happened, pounding my ass like her life depended on it.

"I can't stop now, I can't, I can't, I can't," she chanted. "Need to come, need to come in you, please, please . . . please!"

The doorbell rang again, but she ignored it, pounding harder and harder. I could feel the teeth of her skirt zipper biting my skin, and the heat in my balls grew even hotter as I realized I didn't want her to stop either.

Suddenly, she threw her head back and let loose a wordless roar before slamming harder against me than she had before, forcing every millimeter of her organ inside my abused hole. The final stab against my prostate was all it took and the tingling in my balls exploded with a white light behind my eyes as my cock began to convulse, splattering my belly and shirt. 

She held me in a steel grip, buried as far in me as anyone as she had ever been, and I could feel the heat and warmth of her cum emptying into my guts. She pulled back and gave several more savage thrusts, each accompanied by another molten hot pulse of jizz inside my ass, each jab forcing another spurt of cum from my own cock.

She held me still, pinned to the island and buried balls deep in my ass, our orgasms gradually fading as we caught our breath. After what seemed an eternity she slowly withdrew her semi-hard cock from my hole with a wet plop and stepped back.

I tried my best to clench my ass shut to keep her huge load from running out of my stretched anus as she reached forward and gently grabbed a handful of my hair, guiding me off the counter and onto my knees.

"Taste it, clean it off," she begged me, pulling my head towards her glistening organ. It still hung thick and seven inches long even when deflated, and was smeared with pasty white cum and juice from my ass. 

I opened my mouth and take her inside as she pressed against my lips. It tasted like heaven, it tasted like what sex smells like, dirty and earthy and salty and hot, and I slurped her deep down my throats. 

"Suck it, suck my dirty cock." My tongue washed her cock clean as she pumped in and out of my mouth, one hand still tangled in my hair like a bridle.

The doorbell rang a third time as she pulled my head off her dick and smiled down at me. I was on my knees in front of her, pants in disarray around my feet, butt clenched to keep from shitting her cum over the back of my legs, my own sperm drying on my belly.

"Holy shit," I muttered, looking down at myself. "What the fuck are we going to do?"

Aya tucked her pink cock back into her skirt, zipped her fly, and grabbed her wine glass. Without a word she upended it, spilling the dregs onto my shirt. "Accident. We need to get changed."

I stood and hiked up my pants. Aya took my hand hers and we walked down the hall to the door.

"Jesus, what happened to you to?" Sarah asked as we opened the entry door.

"Cooking accident," I explained as we greeted our friends, hoping my breath didn't smell too much like my girlfriend's dirty cock.

"There's tapenade and bruschetta on the table and an opened bottle of wine," Aya told them, taking both their jackets. "You'll have to excuse us for a few minutes while we get cleaned up."

We excused ourselves into the master bedroom as Simon and Sarah made their way to the kitchen. 

"Jesus that was close," I muttered once safely inside our room. I pulled my wine-stained and cum-splattered shirt up and over my head and tossed it into the hamper and dropped my pants. "Think they knew?"

"Even if they suspected just what caused our 'accident' I'm guessing they have no idea just who was fucking who," she observed with a smile. 

I laughed and stepped into the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, and I was just about to turn around when I felt her behind me again, her hands on my hips. I let out a hiss of surprise, and realized she wasn't going to stop when I heard the front zipper on her skirt.

"They are expecting us out there any minute!"

The only response was the hot slap of her cock against my bare ass and her breath on my neck as she leaned over and pushed into me again.



The Dinner Party



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This action in this story occurs between "Justine Makes a New Friend" and "The Trade Show." It can be read out of sequence, however, some background of two of the minor characters is found in the earlier story. 

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Sharp bars of light and shadow covered the corner table where Justine and her friend Juliette sat looking over breakfast menus. Juliette closed her menu, leaned over and rested her arms on the table one atop the other and looked at Justine. "So, anything planned for the weekend?"

Justine looked up from her menu, took a quick look around the café then turned to Juliette. "Oh. No...no, not really."

"Ok. Now, tell me why do you keep looking around this place? Are you expecting someone else to show up?"

"Um, well, I should have told you but my, I mean one of my other friends wants to meet you and will be joining us for breakfast."

Juliette raised her eyebrows as she looked at Justine. "Oh, ok, so who is this friend? And why does she want to meet me?"

"Her...her name is Jasmine and..."

"Jasmine?" interrupted Juliette. "That sounds familiar. Have you mentioned her before?"

"I don't think so, maybe," replied Justine. "And she's Indian. From India, I mean."

Jasmine, thought Juliette. She flashed back to a day a couple of months earlier. She and Justine were walking on the beach when Justine got a call on her cell phone. Justine had turned away to take the call but Juliette had caught the words "beach", "I can't" and "Jasmine." When Justine broke the connection she gave some lame excuse about needing to go home and had left in a rush. Curious, Juliette had followed Justine as she drove to an upscale neighborhood just outside of town. She had watched Justine walk up to the door of one of the houses and ring the doorbell. As Juliette drove slowly past the house she saw a dark skinned woman in a brightly patterned dress over loose pants open the door. After Juliette was past the driveway to the house she had stopped and turned her rear-view mirror so she could see the door of the house. She watched Justine walk into the house with her head bowed. Juliette had taken down the address, but never tried to find out who the owner was and had forgotten the incident until now. She snapped back to the present when the waitress stepped up to the table and asked if they were ready to order.

Justine shook her head and said that they were waiting for someone else to join them. Juliette looked up and saw that the waitress had a red dot that stood out sharply on the dark skin of her forehead and the darkest eyes that she had ever seen. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. As she turned away Juliette turned back to Justine.

"So, Justine," Juliette said. "I've never been here before. How did you find this place?"

Justine had returned her attention to the menu but looked up and replied, "I was told...I mean I was told it was a good lunch menu. Had a good lunch menu. Has, I mean." She blushed slightly.

"Ok," said Juliette. "Justine, is something bothering you? You've been acting weird since ever since we got here."

"No, there's nothing wrong. I..I was just wondering where Jasmine is. That's all."

Juliette nodded but looked closely at Justine before turning back to the menu. Just then a tall, dark woman with long black hair walked up to the table and looked down at Justine. The woman wore a short dress with a detailed geometric black and taupe pattern, taupe leggings and stiletto heels. Her hair fell in waves to below her shoulders and was so black that it looked blue in the places where the sunlight played on it. Justine looked up at the woman, visibly started and made as if to get out of her chair. The woman smiled and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Please don't get up, Justine" she said. She pulled out the chair beside Justine and sat down.

Justine fidgeted for a second while Jasmine looked across the table at Juliette. Finally, Jasmine looked at Justine. "Are you not going to introduce me, Justine?"

"Oh, sorry, yes." Justine replied. She pointed across the table. "Jasmine, this is Juliette." She lowered her hand. "Juliette, this is Jasmine."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Juliette," Jasmine held out her hand. "Justine has spoken of you often."

"Nice to meet you too" Juliette responded as she took Jasmine's hand. "Though Justine has never mentioned you to me before." She turned her eyes to Justine and raised her eyebrows.

Jasmine gave Juliette's hand a brief squeeze then released it. She smiled and said, "I am not surprised. Justine and I have a very private relationship." She turned her face toward Justine. "Don't we Justine?"

"Yes, Mis. Yes, Jasmine." Justine said.

"Oh? Oh, ok," Juliette said. The interaction between Jasmine and Justine was beginning to get on her nerves. "Well, Justine said you wanted to meet me?"

"Yes I do. You see, Justine is very important to me," Jasmine said. "So I want to get to know her friends, to learn what it is that brought them together. And to know that those relationships are good for Justine."

"You do know you're not her mother, don't you?"

Jasmine laughed. "Of course. And I can see from your concern that you must be a very good friend to Justine."

Juliette did not reply, but shifted her gaze from Jasmine to Justine. Justine affected to reexame the menu. The waitress reappeared and asked if they were ready to order. Jasmine said yes, then looked at Juliette and Jasmine. Juliette nodded and Justine said yes in a soft voice. Jasmine instructed the waitress that there would be one check and that she would take care of it. Juliette protested, but Jasmine insisted. They ordered and while they waited for their food and during the meal Jasmine kept the conversation light, speaking of her childhood in India and drawing Juliette out in regards to her early life. Justine had little to say about beyond that she had grown up in the South and seemed content to listen to the other women's stories.

After they finished their meal, Jasmine paid the check and said to Juliette. "I know that you would like to know more about the special relationship that I have with Justine."

Juliette nodded and said, "I think I'm beginning to see what that relationship might be. And, really, I'm alright with it."

Jasmine started to speak but was interrupted by Juliette. "Really, Justine and I are friends and all, but I understand if there is someone else that, well..."

Jasmine smiled, held up a hand and spoke. "Ah, Juliette, I think you have the wrong impression. And I do want you to understand fully the relationship I have with Justine. So I very much want you and Justine to join me for dinner tonight at my home. Seven PM. I know it is short notice. I hope you do not have other plans."

"Well, no. No I don't have plans," said Juliette. "But I don't know your address."

"Mmmm," Jasmine said as she turned to face Justine. "Perhaps Justine could pick you up and the two of you could arrive together."

"Yes. I'll pick you up," Justine said quickly. "Six-thirty. That will give us plenty of time."

Juliette looked from Jasmine to Juliette and shrugged. "Ok. Well, I guess it's a date then."

"Wonderful," Jasmine said. "I am sure Justine will have you both there on time. Justine?"

Justine nodded briskly. "Yes. Of course."

"Good." Jasmine said as she stood. "It was nice to finally meet you Juliette. I look forward to seeing you tonight. Dinner will be informal, just the three of us."

At 6:35 PM Justine pulled up in front of Juliette's house and pressed down on the horn button. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel and fidgeted in her seat as she waited for Juliette to appear. She looked from her watch to the door to Juliette's house and was about to press the horn button again when Juliette came out in an off-white linen dress and low heels. She locked the door behind her and got into Justine's car. She was still trying to fasten her seat belt as Justine backed out of the driveway and put the car in Drive. The tires made short squealing sounds they drove away from Juliette's house.

"Jeez, Justine, what's the rush?" Juliette said. She turned and looked back over her shoulder for a second, then said, "And you know you're supposed to come to a full stop at stop signs don't you?"

"Sorry, Julie," Justine replied. "I just don't want to be late getting to Jasmine's."

"Well if we get stopped by a cop we'll be even later don't you think?"

Justine took her foot off the accelerator for a second to let their speed drop to almost the speed limit. "Yes, ok, I suppose you're right. Maybe the traffic out to Jasmine's will be lighter than it was on the way to your place."

"So why does it matter if we're a little late anyway? I know this Jasmine seemed a little stiff at breakfast this morning, but really, will five or ten minutes make that much difference?"

Justine bit her lip and looked at the speedometer, adjusting her speed up as much as she dared. "Jasmine gets, I mean, she's very punctual and expects...other people to be the same way."

"Well ok. Just don't get us killed getting there." Juliette took in Justine's appearance. "Nice dress by the way."

Justine smiled. "Thanks," she said. "It was a gift from Jasmine." She made a quick glance down at her thighs. Her dress was a simple, low cut black sheath that fell to about mid-thigh when she stood. She blushed as she realized that it had ridden up almost to her crotch and she tugged and wiggled until she got it pulled out along her thighs as much as she could.

Juliette looked closer at Justine and noticed that her nipples were more noticeable than usual and, when they hit a rough piece of pavement, her small breasts jiggled.

"Justine. Are you not wearing a bra?" Juliette laughed. "We are just going to dinner at your, um, friend's house right, not a club?"

Justine's face turned a deep shade of red. She made a nervous giggle then said, "Well, I really don't need a bra, you know. Just to hide my, um." She shifted her arm as if she were going to cover her chest, then put both hands on the steering wheel. She glanced over at Juliette. "And...and that's a lovely dress you have on. Is it new?"

Juliette hesitated for a second, wondering if she should let Justine get away with changing the subject, then replied. "Yes. I got the just the other day.

Justine said, "I really like it. I noticed how nice it looks on you when you came out the door."

"Thank you, hon," Juliette said.

Justine didn't respond and continued to shift her view from the street, the speedometer and her watch as they drove on in silence. Juliette decided it was best not to distract her and the two women sat in silence for the remainder of the drive. When they arrived at Jasmine's house, Justine almost leaped from the car and rushed up the walkway to the door and pressed the doorbell button as if she were a paramedic responding to heart attack call. Juliette sat for a moment shaking her head at Justine's behavior. Then she recognized the house as the one she had followed Justine to just a few weeks ago. She got out of the car and walked to the door where Jasmine stood speaking softly to Justine. When Juliette got to the door, Jasmine turned to her with a smile and stepped aside to let the two women walk inside. Juliette looked at Justine and saw that she looked almost weak with relief. She looked down at her watch. The dial showed 7:00 exactly.

Juliette looked around the foyer of the house. "You have a lovely home, Jasmine."

"Thank you, Juliette. I find it comfortable and it has room for guests."

Justine stood in the center of the foyer with her hands clasped in front of her staring into the living room that was situated off to her left.

The dining room was to the right and Juliette noticed that the table was set for three. Jasmine stepped into the dining room and sat the head of the table. She smiled at Juliette and indicated the chair to her right. Juliette sat where Jasmine indicated. Justine pulled out the chair across the table from Juliette and sat down, staring at her plate.

Jasmine picked up a small brass bell beside her plate and rang it twice. The door to the kitchen opened and a young woman pushed a cart into the room. The woman was short with blonde hair in a tight bun behind her head. Her hair appeared to be pulled so tight that her eyes had a slanted appearance. Behind her was a slim black woman with a similar hair style. Both women appeared to be in their twenties. They wore matching outfits composed of knee length black skirts that were so tight that they could only take short steps as they walked. Above the skirts were black corsets that pinched their waists and pushed up their breasts barely covering their nipples. They both wore black velvet chokers with cameos in front. Justine looked up at the two women. The blonde woman gave her a hateful glare and Justine turned her gaze back to her plate. Juliette could only stare at the two women, shocked by their outfits.

"Elaine, Sasha, please serve my guests first, then me," Jasmine said. "Then you may go about your other duties."

"Yes, Miss," both women said at the same time.

The two maids carefully served the dishes and left the cart by the wall of the dining room. Then they made small bows toward Jasmine and left the room.

Jasmine looked to Juliette. "I hope you like Indian food, my dear."

Juliette leaned over her plate and breathed in. "It's smells delicious."

"These are northern India specialties, not too spicy," Jasmine said. "But you have some yoghurt there in the small bowl if you need it."

Justine took a small bite of her food, wrinkled her nose and took a drink of water. Jasmine laughed and said, "Try some yoghurt if it's too hot, Justine."

Justine nodded and took a spoonful of the creamy white yoghurt. "Much better."

While they ate Juliette said, "Those were interesting uniforms your maids were wearing. And I can't imagine having even one maid, let alone two."

"Oh, it's not quite what it seems," replied Jasmine. "Elaine and Sasha are working their way through school so I have them over to help with dinner parties and the like. I met them through Justine, actually. Isn't that right Justine?"

Justine looked over at Jasmine, her face pale. "Um, yes, I suppose you could say that."

Jasmine turned her attention back to Juliette. "Now, my dears, if you are finished, why don't we all step into the living room for an after dinner drink? I have an excellent tea that I have sent over from home or some wine if you prefer." She touched her napkin to her lips and stood. The other two women followed suit.

"Juliette, what would you prefer?"

"I believe some white wine would be nice, thank you."

"And you, Justine?" Jasmine said.

"Um, some tea I think," Justine replied.

"Excellent," Jasmine said. "Let's step into the living room and I will ring for Elaine."

In the living room Jasmine picked up another bell that stood on an end table by a dark wine colored leather wing chair. Elaine and Sasha both came into the room. Jasmine told them what to bring for her and her guests and sat in the chair. Juliette took as seat on a dark sofa and Justine sat on a small side chair a not far from Jasmine. Juliette looked at Justine questioningly but Justine turned her head and stared out into the foyer.

When Elaine returned with the drinks, Jasmine thanked her and directed her to help Sasha with the dishes and then to make final preparations for the evening. Elaine nodded and went to the dining room where Sasha was already clearing the table.

Jasmine crossed her legs and rested her elbows on the arms of the chair. She steepled her fingers in front of her chest and looked across the room at Juliette.

"Juliette," she began. "I'm sure you are interested in the relationship that Justine and I have."

Juliette took a sip of her wine. "Um, well, like you said, it's a private relationship, so I really don't want to pry."

"Not at all," Jasmine said. She rested her hands on the arms of the chair. "Let me begin with a little history of how Justine and I came to be in this relationship."

Juliette nodded. "Ok."

Justine sat with her legs together, her hands clasped and her eyes on the floor. Jasmine related how she had met Justine in an online chat room and how they had spent several weeks getting to know each other and role-playing. Juliette sipped her wine and looked from Jasmine to Justine with growing concern. Justine was biting her lower lip, clearly uneasy.

Jasmine then told how Justine had wanted to meet in real time when she came to San Francisco for a conference. Juliette shifted in her position as she became increasingly alarmed at what Jasmine was saying.

"And so, as you can see, rather than return home, Justine decided to stay here in California."

Juliette could only stare at Justine in disbelief. "Justine, you just stayed here? You never went back home?"

Justine looked up from the floor at Juliette. There were tears in her eyes. "I...well, this...this is my home."

Juliette looked at Jasmine and started to speak but Jasmine turned her attention to Justine. "Justine, I do not believe that you greeted me properly when you arrived this evening. Please do so now."

Justine looked at Jasmine, slowly stood and pulled her dress up her body revealing that she had no panties or hose on under it. When the hem was at her waist she crossed her arms and pulled the dress up and over her head. She dropped it onto the chair, got to her knees and crawled the short distance to Jasmine. When she was close enough she leaned forward and kissed Jasmine's feet, then sat back on her ankles.

Juliette stared in mute horror at her friend.

"Now, pet," Jasmine said. "Go to Juliette and show her the same kindness you just showed me."

Justine whimpered and got back to her hands and knees. Juliette sat frozen in place as Justine turned and crawled toward her. As Justine leaned forward, Juliette quickly jerked her feet away and finally regained her voice

"Justine, for god's sake what are you doing?"

"Juliette," Justine replied. "Please, please just play along."

"Play? This is not playing, Justine. You've got to realize that. Now get up and get dressed and let's get out of here."

Jasmine laughed lightly as she sat in the wing chair across the room. "Justine, I want you to remove Juliette's clothes and make love to her."

Juliette was speechless as she looked at Jasmine. Before she could say anything, Justine said "Mistress, please, I...I can't do that. Not to Julie. I can't."

Juliette looked from Justine to Jasmine, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Can't or won't, pet?" asked Jasmine.

Juliette snapped, "She doesn't have to do anything you say you bitch."

Jasmine remained calm and did not even raise an eyebrow to betray displeasure with Juliette. Instead she directed her attention to Justine.

"Pet, I had hoped that you were past your disobedient phase, but I see that you are not." She rose from the chair and stepped over to a cabinet beside the bookcase. She opened the door and selected a long white cane. Turning back to Justine she said, "I will give you a choice, accept your punishment in front of your friend or spend the rest of the weekend at the training house."

Justine paled and with a whimper, got to her hands and knees and crawled to the center of the room. She placed her head on the floor and arched her tummy toward the floor.

"What the hell is going on?" shouted Juliette.

"Juliette," Jasmine said with a sigh. "I am being patient with you because you are a guest in my home. But please, do not try to interfere with the way I treat my property."

Before Juliette could reply or make a move, Jasmine whipped the cane through the air and struck Justine's upraised ass. Justine cried out piteously and squirmed. Juliette could only stare in mute horror at what had just happened. As Justine realigned her body, Juliette got up from the safa, knelt beside Justine and put her hand on Justine's bare butt. She just as suddenly lifted her hand up and held it over Justine. She said in a strangled voice.




The Dinner Party



"Wait! Stop! Please don't hit her again."

Jasmine tapped the cane in the palm of her hand and looked down at Juliette. "Why should I stop? She belongs to me. I can treat her as I wish."

"Look," Juliette said. "Please, just don't hit her again. Please. Just let me take her home."

"Juliette, Justine has had ample time to learn to obey. And I have been more than patient with her."

"What are you talking about?"

Jasmine continued as if she had not heard Juliette. "So now, the least disobedience earns her a caning." She tapped Justine on the ass with the tip of the cane. "Isn't that right, Justine?"

Justine moaned and whispered "Yes, Mistress."

Jasmine pulled back her hand holding the cane.

"Wait!" Juliette cried.

Jasmine put her hands on her hips and stared Juliette in the eyes.

"My dear Juliette," She smiled, then continued. "There is one way that Justine can her punishment reduced or avoided."

"And what is that?"

"You see, someone has to be punished for Justine's misbehavior. Justine knows what I mean, don't you pet?

Justine raised her head, looked up at Juliette then back at Jasmine. "Noooooooo."

Jasmine stepped around Justine letting the tip of the cane brush over her back.

"You see, Juliette," Jasmine continued as she let the tip of the cane drag across Juliette's shoulder. Juliette shrugged. "Sometimes one of Justine's friends takes some or all of her punishment." Juliette gave Jasmine a hard stare, but said nothing.

"So Juliette, you may step away from Justine and watch her take the remaining nine strokes from this cane. Or you may kneel down beside her."

Juliette stood up quickly. "You expect me to let you..."

Jasmine snapped the cane through the air and hit Justine's ass. Justine screamed and her body shuddered. Where the cane had struck a bright red welt appeared.

"Only eight more," Jasmine said sweetly. "Now, Juliette, please move aside and..."

"Wait," Juliette interrupted. "Wait. Stop."

"Yes?"

"I..."

Jasmine said nothing. She simply stood with the cane resting on her shoulder.

"Alright. Alright I'll do it. Just stop hitting her."

Jasmine smiled. "So, you will take part of Justine's punishment?"

Juliette was trembling with rage but said through clenched teeth, "Yes."

"Very well, then. Get down beside Justine."

As Juliette knelt down, Jasmine stepped back to the cabinet and discreetly pressed a button at the back the shelf. She turned around and shook her head.

"No. You must be naked. Just like my pet."

"Naked?" Juliette said.

"Yes, of course." Jasmine replied. "What did you think?"

"Well, I.."

"Get undressed. Now."

Juliette started to protest, but accepted that she could not turn back. She slowly got to her feet and removed her clothes. She then returned to her hands and knees beside Justine. Justine was sobbing with her face hidden in her hands. Jasmine used her foot to push Juliette close enough to Justine that their thighs were touching.

"Now," said Jasmine. "You will both stay in position until I finish. If you do not, you will be punished."

She drew back her arm a delivered a vicious blow to Juliette's ass. It took a split-second for the pain to register with Juliette then she screamed and twisted her ass from side to side almost knocking Justine over. When the cane struck her ass a second time Juliette fell over and rolled on the floor clutching her ass and screaming. 

Justine looked over at her friend, horrified. "Julie, get up. Please get up!"

Jasmine shook her head. "Really, Juliette, I expected more from you after the attitude you displayed." She gave an exaggerated sigh. "But since this is your first time, I will give you until Justine receives her third stroke to return to your position without fear of punishment." She walked around the two women as Juliette struggled to her knees and placed her face on the floor again. Her body trembled and she sucked in air in short gasps.

The next blow landed on Justine who cried out and pounded her fists on the floor.

Jasmine struck Juliette hard again. Juliette managed to not fall over but she arched her back and cried out, her scream breaking into coughs as the pain filled her body.

Jasmine's fourth stroke to Justine crossed the welt from the first blow and a bright dot of red appeared where the skin broke. "Oh god, Mistress," Justine cried. "Please, please I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Jasmine did not acknowledge Justine, but delivered another vicious blow to Juliette's ass. Juliette cried out again, fell to her stomach and writhed on the floor, her hands again clutching at her ass cheeks as the welts reddened.

"So, Juliette," Jasmine said. "It seems you are unable to follow the simplest of instructions." She walked around the two women. Juliette struggled to raise her butt as her body shuddered. "You... bitchhhhh." She managed to say.

"Mmm, you may perhaps be right Juliette, but you should not be so quick to point it out." Jasmine said as she drew back her arm again. The cane whistled through the air before landing again on Juliette's ass with a loud crack. Juliette pressed her face to the floor as she reached back to hold her butt. Her scream broke into sobs as her body shook.

"Now, Juliette, you have taken half of Justine's punishment. But she still has one stroke remaining. As punishment for your second failure to hold your position, you will be the one to administer that final stroke."

Justine turned her head and looked at Juliette from the floor. Her lower lip trembled.

Juliette closed her eyes but did not respond to Jasmine. Jasmine knelt down and took hold of Juliette's hair, pulled her head back and twisted until Juliette was facing her. Then Jasmine stood slowly, pulling Juliette upright until she sat back on her ankles with a hiss of pain.

Jasmine stepped back and held the cane out to Juliette. "Take this and give Justine her last stroke. And it had better be severe."

Juliette took the cane without saying a word, looked into Jasmine's eyes and bent the cane until it broke with a loud crack. She threw the pieces at Jasmine's feet. Jasmine's expression never changed from the pleasant look that she had maintained during the beatings she had given out only a moment ago. She stepped closer to Juliette, reached out and caressed her cheek. Still touching Juliette's cheek and looking into her eyes she said in a soft voice, "Justine, hold Juliette's hands to the floor behind her feet."

Justine scurried behind Juliette, took hold of her wrists and pulled her back until her body was arched and her hands were flat on the floor. "I'm sorry, Julie," she said.

Juliette did not say anything. She watched Jasmine walk back to the cabinet and return with a black leather riding crop. Her nostril's flared as she watched Jasmine tap the tip of the crop against her palm.

"My dear sweet Juliette," Jasmine said with mock exasperation. "I wish I could say I'm sorry to have to punish you for your failings." And then she swept the crop in a back hand arc that struck Juliette's left breast just to the side of her aureole. Juliette felt as if her nipple had been torn off and the pain was almost unendurable. She thrashed and struggled as she screamed but Justine held her tight. Juliette looked up at Jasmine, gasping between screams. Before she stopped writhing Jasmine delivered a harder blow to her other breast. Juliette inhaled deeply but froze, unable to exhale or scream. Her body shuddered until finally she cried out and collapsed back against Justine.

"You may let her go now Justine." Jasmine said.

Justine released Juliette who fell to her side, her hands clutching her injured breasts. She lay on the floor sobbing, her body quivering as the pain radiated out from her injuries. Justine lay down behind Juliette and put her arm around her. The two women sobbed.

Jasmine stepped to the sofa and sat down. She smiled as she watched the two women as they quivered on the floor. As Juliette struggled to get to her hands and knees a telephone on a table by the sofa chirped twice. Jasmine pressed the intercom button and spoke. "Yes Elaine?" 

"Ready, Mistress." Elaine's voice said from the phone.

"Thank you, Elaine. Go to the room now."

"Yes, Mistress."

Jasmine replaced the phone in its charger and picked up a complicated remote control from table.

"Pets, I think you may be interested in a little video I have for you," She said.

Juliette ignored Jasmine and tried to help Justine to her feet.

Jasmine pressed a button on the remote control and a large TV on the wall came to life. She pressed another button and an image appeared accompanied by sound from an expensive home theater system.

"No. You must be naked. Just like my pet." 

"Naked?

At the sound of her voice Juliette stood still on her knees. She watched herself strip on the TV screen.

"What the...? You recorded us?" She said as she stared at the screen.

On the screen, she screamed as the cane hit her ass.

Jasmine pressed the PAUSE button. "Just a little something to remember the evening by."

Juliette started to get to her feet, her breasts swaying as she did. Jasmine picked up the riding crop that had been by her thigh on the sofa and got to her feet. She whipped the crop through the air and stopped it just an inch from Juliette's face. Juliette took a step backward.

"You will stay where you are, my new pet."

"Your new...what?"

"You heard me. You are now my pet, just like the precious little Justine."

Justine had curled up into a fetal position and lay with her face in her hands.

"If you think for a moment," Juliette said loudly. "That I..."

Jasmine extended her arm and lightly touched Juliette's lips with the tip of the riding crop. Julliette snapped her head to the side.

"Hush, pet," Jasmine said. "And let me explain your new position to you." She sat down on the sofa, leaned back and stretched out an arm across the back. "The company you work for sets a high value on its reputation, and that attitude extends to the behavior of its employees outside the office. They have fired people for far less than appearing in an S and M video. Especially one that might be all over the internet for anyone to see."

Juliette was breathing hard deep breaths. She glared at Jasmine. "How do you know where I work?"

Jasmine gave an exasperated sigh. "Pet, I will allow you to question me this one time only. And to answer your question, Justine mentioned you a time or two and I felt that it might be worthwhile to know a little bit about this friend who seemed to mean so much to her. And, as part of my job, I know people who know people who make their living investigating people."

Juliette started to protest, but simply closed her mouth and turned her head to look at the image of her naked body on the TV screen. Then she bowed her head and sobbed.

"So you see, PET. You belong to me." Jasmine kicked off her heels and held out a foot toward Juliette. "Now, my feet are so very tired. I believe I would enjoy a foot massage before we will join Elaine and Sasha in, well, I suppose you could call it the guest room. They should have it prepared soon."

Juliette raised her face and looked Jasmine in the eye and trembled with frustration and rage. Justine noticed her expression, smiled and pressed the PLAY button on the remote. As the sound of the cane swishing through the air and women's voices crying out in pain filled the room, Juliette got to her knees and began to massage Jasmine's foot. Jasmine leaned back, closed her eyes and smiled.



The Dinner Party



Maxine stepped into the new black tube dress she'd bought and pulled it up over her body. It clung to every curve and she immediately regretted buying it. Her usual style was simple and classic, cut to her knee with a sensible neckline. The saleswoman told her that she wasn't to wear a bra or panties, as it would ruin the 'line'. At the time Maxine had dismissed her advice but now, looking in the mirror, she could understand. Maxine could clearly see her nipples, the soft curve of her breasts, her flat belly as it hollowed into her belly button and the sharp angle of her hips. Turning away to look at her behind she could see the swell of her bottom, the fabric clinging so tightly that it cut in underneath her round cheeks. 

The colour was a far cry from her usual neutral-toned clothes and it made her look dangerous and sexy. It wasn't familiar and she felt a twinge of fear as she realised she didn't recognise herself. She ran her fingers through her hair. This too was new. A pixie-cut, that she had to admit, suited her well. She was nervous about revealing this sudden transformation to their friends Barb and Tony who were joining them for dinner tonight. For years they'd gently teased her about her "soccer Mum" look. The urge to change herself came over her today and she'd impulsively took the plunge. 

She was still frowning at her reflection when her husband John stepped in behind her, his hands snaking their way around her belly pulling her against his hard firm body. 

"God Maxine you look hot!" 

She grinned, secretly pleased that he was interested.

"Are you sure? It's so revealing! I feel...naked...I'm not sure it's me." 

"You look gorgeous. Don't change a thing. Let's call Barb and Tony and cancel? I wanna fuck you. I wanna lift up your dress and slip my cock into your pussy. Whaddya say baby? Come on, bend over in front of the mirror so you can see me fuck you baby. Let me get this dress up a bit." 

His hands slipped down her thighs grabbing the hem of her dress, tugging it up over her bottom to her waist, his fingers sliding up and down her bare legs and arse. 

John groaned, "Oh my God...No panties! Oh yeah I like it." 

Maxine grinned wildly and reached back, holding John's head to hers, keeping his mouth close to her neck. Goosebumps ran across her body as he lightly kissed and licked her neck and shoulder.

"Come on honey, lean over for me, let me see your hot ass," he murmured in her ear. 

Her nipples were peaking so hard they ached. His fingers were burrowing through her thatch of trimmed pubic hair, the tip of his finger brushing across the sensitive hood of her clit making her pussy twitch and moisten with the promise of how he could make her come. 

She instinctively pressed her tight round bottom against his hardening cock, parting her legs just a little. 

"Mm John, yeah that feels so good. But it's too late to cancel now. It's been ages since we all caught up with each other. We also haven't heard about their trip to Italy yet." 

She twisted in his arms pressing her body against his as he leaned her against the sharp edge of the bureau. She could feel the heat of his body and he groaned, placing a long deep kiss on her mouth. 

"Promise me as soon as they leave I can fuck you hard and fast, cos it's gonna be all I can do not to explode in my pants looking at you." 

Maxine kissed John back softly slipping her tongue into his mouth exploring him, tasting him. He moaned, grinding himself against her belly. 

"Oh God woman stop it before I lose my mind!" 

Maxine chuckled and pushed him away. 

"They'll be here soon, how 'bout you get some drinks ready?" 

She turned toward the mirror again, pulling her dress down over her thighs. Her pussy tingling and aching for what was to come later. She put on the 4-inch black heels she had bought months ago and never felt brave enough to wear. Years spent wearing flat 'Mummy' shoes had made her forget how great her ankles and calves looked in heels. At 5'4" she always felt like everyone else towered above her. Even her teenage kids were taller than her now, so it felt wonderful to be finally wearing shoes that showed off her legs. 

The doorbell rang and Maxine rushed to welcome her friends. John was right behind her.

"Those heels are so sexy," he whispered in her ear, "Keep them on when we're fucking tonight ok?" 

Maxine shivered with delight at this renewed interest John had in her. They'd always had a good sex life, sometimes it was a little predictable but for the most part they'd always found the time and the energy to enjoy it. He hadn't pursued her like this since they were first married. If all it took to keep her husband's interest, at a time when other men strayed, was a new hairstyle and outfit she would do it more often. She turned to him kissing him affectionately.

"Sure thing." 

"Hi there you two!" 

Barb was standing on the doorstep looking as gorgeous as ever. Maxine swallowed her envy as she smiled at her friend. Barb was very sure of her sexuality and she lived and breathed it effortlessly. Tonight her thick dark hair was pulled into a loose chignon with sexy tendrils about her face and neck. Her dress was dark red, the colour accentuating the fairness of her flawless skin. It clung to her large firm breasts plunging so low that her black lace bra, which struggled to contain her plump mounds, could be seen. The dress fell seductively about her round hips swishing lazily against her long shapely legs. 

"Barb you're looking as gorgeous as ever!" exclaimed John reaching out to kiss Barb on the cheek, pulling her into his arms, his hands roaming freely over the silky dress. 

"John, you devil, good to see you," she laughed good-naturedly. 

She turned to greet Maxine.

"Max! My God, your hair, that dress, fuck you're wearing heels!"

Barb was aghast, her mouth open. Maxine blushed.

"Barb, it's good to see you too. You like it?" 

Barb hugged her, pressing her full ripe body against Maxine's small frame engulfing her in a sea of flesh and heady perfume.

"Max you look amazing. You look so sexy." 

Tony ran up the steps to join them.

"Hi guys. How're you?" 

He shook John's hand and turned to Maxine his eyes widening as he caught sight of her.

"Max! Wow, look at you!" 

Maxine blushed red hot and stepped forward into his arms kissing him on the cheek as he held her in a tight embrace. Tony's hands drifted down her back, following the natural sway of her bottom. He was stroking her arse and Maxine could feel his cock quivering against her belly. Tony could obviously feel that she wasn't wearing any panties and Maxine was secretly delighted that he knew. 

Barb startled them both.

"Put the poor girl down Tony!" 

He pushed her from him and held her at arms length, his gaze roaming over her body as Maxine felt herself being undressed by her dear friend. The thought that he was admiring her brought a new hot sensation to her belly and she felt her limbs melt under his scrutiny. 

"Oh God Max, it's just such a change. And a good one! John you lucky bastard...you've got a new wife!" 

John was grinning from ear to ear.

"Don't I know it!" he exclaimed. 

The next couple of hours were spent catching up and looking over the holiday snaps from Barb and Tony's recent holiday. John opened the fourth bottle of wine of the night and refilled Maxine's glass brushing his fingers over the back of her neck as he passed by, sending a wave of tingling down through her body. Oh they were going to have fun tonight. 

"My God, Tony you didn't sort through the photos did you?" exclaimed Barb shrilly. 

Maxine looked over at the photo on the table and gasped. The picture was of Barb completely naked sitting astride a dark skinned man. Her breasts were thrust forward, her belly pulled in tight, her back arched and her thighs squeezing hard against the side of the man she was fucking. Her eyes were closed, her head was thrown back, her mouth open in ecstasy. Her fingers were tangled in her long hair which fell about her. The man, whoever he was, had his hands on her breasts, his fingers digging deeply into the soft flesh of her tits and pinching her nipples, the dark skin a contrast to her own fair complexion. 

"Good grief Barb. Who the fuck is that?" 

John was looking over her shoulder. Barb turned the photo over and left it on the table. 

"God how embarrassing!" She exclaimed. 

Maxine reached out and touched her friend on the shoulder. Barb turned to her, her face reddened in a hot blush. 

"Barb? Maxine asked. 

"For fucks sake Tony, help me out here?" Barb pleaded.

Tony was rocking back in his chair, clearly amused. 

"I didn't forget to sort the photos babe, I thought it was time we came clean!" 

Barb's mouth fell open.

"You did? Where's the photo of you eating the pussy of that Italian girl we met? Huh?" 

Tony roared as John as Maxine just sat there gaping at the spectacle before them. 

"It's there in the pile. Keep looking for it John, it's definitely there." 

John quickly grabbed the pile of photos from the table and flicked through them. 

"Whoa!" he whistled softly as his eyes widened at what he was looking at. Maxine was confused. What was happening? 

"What's going on?" 

"Honey, Tony and I have been experimenting a bit ... with ... well ... ah... swinging. You know having sex with other people? Our trip to Italy was planned with the intention of hooking up with some people we met on line." 

Barb sounded embarrassed. Maxine looked at her friend with new eyes, it's as if she didn't really know her at all. 

"Really? How long have you...um...been a swinger...been swinging? Dammit what am I supposed to say?" 

Barb and Tony both chuckled at her confusion and John kept flicking through the photos, his mouth open and his eyes glazed. 

"Um, honey you don't have to say anything. Tony obviously thought now would be a good time to let you both know. Our trip was intended to really throw ourselves in the deep end without meeting people we might know. It's given us more confidence and we've decided we both really like it. The people we met were wonderful and the experiences we had really opened our eyes to how much more fun we could be having. I just wish he'd told me he was outing us first." 

She threw a glare towards her husband.

John looked up from the pile of photos he was holding and Maxine knew exactly what he was thinking. She'd seen that look before -- he was horny. Seeing photos of their friends having sex with strangers had made him horny. She gulped and her felt her heart beating hard and fast in her chest. She felt a little dizzy and grabbed at her glass, taking a huge gulp of wine, it did nothing to help. 

"Guys this is amazing!" he uttered. "Tony that girl you're with, what was it like being with her?" 

Maxine exhaled loudly, not realising she had been holding her breath. All three turned to look at her. 

"John? Really! Don't you think it's kinda private?" 

John looked confused.

"Why? They're showing us the photos Max. There's a photo here of Tony with his face between the legs of a very hot sexy girl. In this one Barb's on her knees sucking a massive cock and ...is that a dildo? It's in her pussy! I don't think privacy is an issue here!"

Maxine blushed and realised that as he was talking her own pussy was getting wet and her breathing was shallow. 

"Mate it's so good, I'm telling ya!" exclaimed Tony. 

Barb smiled at him and reached across the table for him. They held hands.

"Seeing Barb with those guys it really opened my eyes to how fucking gorgeous she is and what a great lover she is. Sharing her like that has made me love her all over again." 

John shook his head in disbelief, "Tony that's a big decision. I'm not sure I'd want Max to fuck another guy while I watched." 

He glanced over at Maxine with lust and confusion. 

"John it's not like that. I don't doubt Barb's love for me. And she'll not leave me for one of them cos she doesn't want to be with them, do you babe?" 

Barb was nodding in agreement.

"John...Maxine... it's amazing. All the fun of fucking and being with other like minded people. It's thrilling. Different cocks and pussy's, different experiences all with the approval of your lover frees you to be a better lover yourself. And John? Tony loved being with those other women. Seeing him enjoying himself, fucking, fingering, licking...Mm it makes me horny just thinking about it."

Maxine was reeling from this unexpected revelation. She felt raw, exposed and unsettled. And if she was going to be honest, she felt really turned on. A thought occurred to her, did John ever want to have sex with other women? He was a human being after all and he'd openly admired beautiful women in the past, was it something he would want to do?

"Wow Barb. That's amazing!" replied John, his face a picture of lust as Barb talked of Tony's adventures. 

As if she could read her mind Barb asked gently, "Have you guys ever thought about it?"

John and Maxine both looked at each other.

"Uh...no...we've never discussed it before. It's just not something we ever thought of I guess," said John. 

"Max? Have you? Ever thought about it that it is?" asked Tony. 

Maxine looked at him. Tony was extremely handsome, he had thick wavy soft brown hair, he was well built and kept himself in shape at the gym. His arms were muscled and hard, his hands large with long thick fingers. His dark brown eyes were warm and questioning.

"Ah, once I thought about the kids swim instructor. He was very young and good-looking and the kids were little. I felt a little lost I suppose.It was just fantasising and I never ever did anything about it." 

John was looking at her quizzically. 

"You never said!" he exclaimed. 

He sounded hurt and at once Maxine regretted saying anything at all.

"Hey buddy, chill out!" said Tony calmly. "Max is being honest. Tell me you haven't seen a gorgeous woman and wondered what'd be like to fuck her, just once." 

John looked outraged then suddenly abashed, "God you're right. Yeah I've thought about it. I've never acted on it though." 

Maxine smiled at him, the relief in the air was palpable.

Barb said, "Whew! Crisis averted. So back to the beginning...how do the two of you feel about it? Swinging that is." 

Both John and Maxine stirred uncomfortably in their chairs. Maxine was very confused by her own feelings. She wasn't sure that haven't sex with a stranger was anything she wanted to try. She was too invested in the emotional side of lovemaking for her to think of it. 

"I get the feeling that you're not interested?" she asked. 

"Mm it's not that," said Maxine. "It's the thought of being with someone I don't know or even love. I don't think that part of it is thrilling for me. John? What about you?"

John was thoughtful, "I'm not sure either. A quick fuck with someone I don't know sounds hot but I reckon the reality of it would be too confronting. I've never really been a one-night stand man. And I just can't see myself being ok watching another guy eating out my wife, or fucking her! How would you feel watching me fucking another woman and enjoying it?" he asked. 

Maxine shook her head, "I don't know, I really don't. It never occurred to me that we would ever be talking like this."

Tony reached for the bottle of wine on the table, "What about if you two were with people you loved and they loved you?" 

He refilled everyone's glass, emptying yet another bottle. No wonder this all seems so surreal, thought Maxine I've got to be drunk. 

"Yeah right! Who'd ya have in mind mate? You and Barb?" scoffed John, chuckling as he looked around the table at everyone else. 

"Why not?" suggested Tony, "You know us and we know you. Neither of us wants to break up anyone's marriage. We just want to...enhance it...try something new." 

Barb reached out for John's hand, her thumb brushing the back of it tracing the veins and knuckles seductively. 

"John, I've seen you looking at me like you want to eat me, it's ok! I know you love Max. I also know Tony has a real desire for her. I don't mind but would you?" 

John sat there transfixed by her words and her touch. 

Maxine swallowed hard and watched as John processed the words she was saying. It was true what she said. More than once John had held Barb too long, touched her repeatedly during a conversation and talked about her incessantly after parties or get togethers. Maxine didn't mind because she trusted both her husband and her friend. This was different cos he would get the opportunity to taste her, be inside her, experience her in a way that he wouldn't have dreamed possible. Maxine felt a little afraid and then all at once she was aware that her belly was tightening and she realised that, in truth, she wanted to see Barb under her husband, she wanted to see his hard cock in her full mouth, she wanted to see them pleasuring each other. 

Maxine shivered when Tony reached for her and she licked her lips. 

"Max? What about you? Do you think you would like to watch Barb and John together?" 

Maxine blushed, "Ah I don't know. I hadn't thought about it before. I...I...I mean I know he's probably thought about it. I'm not worried about him wanting her instead of me. There's a part of me that would love to see them together." 

Tony smiled reassuringly, "I will admit I've imagined you naked on top of me, your sweet little breasts in my mouth, my cock in your tight pussy." 

Maxine licked her lips again, caught in his gaze, mesmerised by his words. 

"Tony... really?" muttered John. 

Barb squeezed his hand reassuringly and reached out with her free hand, rubbing the back of Maxine's neck, her fingers lightly stroking her shoulders. She leaned in and kissed Maxine on the cheek, her breath warm.

"Max? I'd love to kiss you. On the lips." 

Maxine faced Barb the two of them were just a couple of inches apart. Barb closed the gap slowly and Maxine felt like she was going to faint, her vision blurred and she could feel the blood rushing through her body. Closing her eyes, Barb's lips touched Maxine's softly, so softly that Maxine wasn't even sure that they'd connected. Then she felt her tongue sweep across her bottom lip. Instinctively she opened her mouth and Barb pressed her full soft lips onto hers, her tongue darting into her mouth, exploring and tasting her. Maxine's whole body was in raptures at the new sensation, her nipples were screaming out for attention and her pussy was moist and throbbing.

When Maxine thought she could stand it no more Barb pulled away from her. Dazed Maxine licked her lips and looked at John. His mouth was agape.

"Max?" 

Maxine smiled at him, "Wow!" 

Tony walked around the table and stood behind both women. He leaned down and kissed Barb on the mouth his tongue slipping between her lips. Pulling away he smiled at John and then leaned in toward Maxine.

"Max? Can I kiss you?" he whispered. Maxine nodded her head slowly her lips parted. Tony slid a hand around the back of her neck cradling her head. He leaned in closer then turned to look at John.

"John? Do I have your permission to kiss your wife?" 

John silently nodded. 

"Thanks mate." 

Tony pressed his mouth onto Maxine's, thrusting his tongue into her, forcing her to taste him, taking her. Gasping they pulled apart. John was standing, still holding Barb's hand, watching as Tony helped Maxine to her feet. 

"John? Can we go to the bedroom?" asked Barb. 

"Of course," said John. "So we're really gonna do this? Max?" 

Maxine looked over at her husband of 19 years. She smiled and walked to him on unsteady legs. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, pressing her horny body against his like she had just a few short hours before. 




The Dinner Party



"I'd like to try. Can we try?" 

John groaned and ran his hands down her back and over her hips and bottom grinding his hard cock into her. 

"Thank fuck for that!" 

Laughing they walked to the master bedroom, no one speaking for fear of breaking the mood. Once inside, Barb turned on the bedside lights, instantly creating a soft warm aura around the bed and Maxine pulled the curtains closed. 

"Got any music we can listen to John?" asked Tony. 

John turned on the radio and selected an easy listening station, soothing sounds filled the room as Barb and Maxine turned down the bed. 

Suddenly Maxine felt overwhelmed and conscious that her best friends were about to see her naked. 

"Oh guys I'm not so sure now. This all seems too real." 

Barb, seeing her impending panic, came around and embraced her. 

"Honey it's ok. We aren't gonna do anything that no one wants to do. At any time if you feel unsafe, scared, jealous whatever! Just say something cos we can stop or change. Just fucking your own lover in front of another couple can be enough for the first time. Whatever it is that's bothering you, let us know." 

Barb pulled away from her and kissed her on the mouth again. Brief and warm, reassuring and soft. 

"Thanks Barb. I...guess...I'm just nervous about ... well you know." 

John stepped up behind Barb slipping his arms around their friend. Maxine could tell he was pressing his cock between Barb's round fleshy cheeks cos her mouth opened and she inhaled sharply. 

"Max you have nothing to worry about. Believe me." 

He slid his hands up to cup Barbs enormous breasts, his thumbs skimming over her nipples. Barb put her hands behind her pulling John's hips harder against her. John was moaning and kissing her neck, his face buried in her hair, nuzzling her and squeezing her massive tits clearly relishing the enormous fleshy mounds. 

Maxine stepped back feeling adrift. Her body was responding to the sexy sounds and sights before her but her brain just wouldn't adjust. She'd forgotten about Tony and was startled to feel his hand in hers pulling her away. 

"Oh Tony, gosh. I'm sorry." 

Tony nodded, "It's ok Max lets just go slow and you tell me if you want to stop. Let's just give it a go. There's no pressure." 

His voice was like warm chocolate, seductively slipping over her, lulling her with its delicious cadence. Tony pulled her into his arms and she felt his cock on her leg, his washboard flat stomach hard against her own and his hands on her back soothing her. He leaned down and kissed her again, softly wooing her with his tongue. Soon her hands were on his chest undoing the buttons of his shirt so she could slip her fingers inside, brushing at the fine hair that lay scatter across his chest. As her fingers flicked across his nipples he moaned gently and grabbed her bottom, crushing her against him. 

"Max," Tony muttered. 

She stood there uncertainly watching his face. He reached for the top of her dress, slipping his fingers into the top of it, easing it down over her small breasts leaning down to suck each one of the tiny nipples into his mouth. Maxine's pussy tightened deep into her canal and she couldn't believe that it was Tony who was pleasuring her. She was turned on so quickly that she had to admit that for years she had probably fancied him more than she'd admitted. 

"Mm Max your nipples taste great." 

Kneeling before her he pulled her dress, achingly slowly over her belly and waist placing soft kisses as he exposed each inch of skin. 

"Mm your skin is so soft...I can't believe that I'm finally getting to taste every inch of you." 

Maxine rolled her hips to control the ache that was threatening to overwhelm her damp pussy. The few words that Tony was muttering to her were as exquisite as the touching and exploring. He rolled the dress over her hips and licked his lips as he revealed her pussy. Pausing he lifted his eyes to hers and slipped his tongue into the cleft between her legs. Max shuddered and cried out at the intimacy of having another man between her legs. She parted her legs as far as the tight fitting dress would allow, desperate for Tony to get closer to her. She longed to feel him explore her deeply. Sensing her frustration he hastily slipped the dress down her knees and over her heels. 

"Oh Max, you're gorgeous!" exclaimed Barb. 

Maxine turned to her friend and was startled to see her spread-eagled on the bed, completely nude, with John half naked laying next to her, his mouth full of one of her peach coloured nipples. Barb had the other cherry sized nub between her fingers squeezing and pulling on it. Maxine admired the trimness of her waist, her slightly rounded belly dipping into a hollow that lead to the Brazilian wax that exposed her pussy lips. Her long shapely legs were parted and bent at the knees and John was stroking her belly and thighs. 

While Maxine watched, John slipped a hand between Barb's legs, sliding his finger over her clit making her twitch and gasp. 

"Barb? You like this? You want me touching your clit?" 

He rubbed back and forth for a bit then dipped his finger into the fleshy folds of her juicy pussy. Barb's mouth was open and she was moaning softly, her hips flexing to meet his fingers. 

"Ooh yes, yes I do." 

Maxine caught John's eye and he winked at her. 

"Max did Tony flick your clit?" 

Maxine nodded, blushing as her husband said, "I can't believe it but I actually want to watch him inside you! I want to see Tony make you come." 

Maxine shivered a little as he spoke with lust and desire. 

"John? What's it like? Being with Barb?" 

John grinned, leaning down to drag his tongue across her hard nipple, his finger lazily swirling in and out of her dripping pussy, her lips glistening with her juice. 

"Fantastic!"

Maxine leaned forward unable to stop herself from stroking her hand along Barb's leg. 

Barb looked up at her and smiled, "I love you Max." 

Maxine smiled back at her friend and watched John's finger slip effortlessly in and out of her pussy. Maxine licked her lips, longing to flick her own tongue in between Barb's fleshy folds, to taste her friend, to make her come.

Tony said, "That looks like fun guys. Max? You ok?" 

"Mm yeah," she replied huskily, rocked by the knowledge that she was actually considering eating pussy! 

Tony walked her around the other side of the bed, helping her lay down so her head was next to Barb. The two women turned to one another and Barb moaned softly.

"John's fingering my pussy Max... and... oh yeah, deeper John, that's it, yes. Oh Max it's so fucking good!" 

Maxine smiled at the bliss on her friends face. She knew how good John was at making love to her. Maxine turned her attention to her own new lover and watched as he stripped off, curious to see another naked man, that wasn't her husband. 

Tonys' body was impressively large, all hard muscle and long limbs. His cock was standing out from his body, hard and throbbing. Maxine's eyes widened as she looked at the member that would be inside of her. He grabbed his cock holding it firmly pumping it slowly, the head swelling, pre-cum glistening in the muted light. 

"Max?" 

Maxine could hear the noises of John slurping away on Barb's body, savouring her. Barb was moaning and talking to him, encouraging him, telling him the things she liked him to do. Maxine caught Tony's eye, this wasn't a stranger, this was a loving friend who wanted to pleasure her and she wanted to be pleasured. 

Huskily she said, "My shoes Tony? Aren't you gonna take them off?" 

Tony chuckled, "Not tonight. I haven't seen you in heels before and I like it...a lot! The shoes stay!" 

Tony grabbed her behind the knees, bending them and pushing them apart so they splayed wide open, her heels digging into the soft cotton sheets and mattress, wedging her in position. He leaned over her covering her breasts with his huge hands, palming them while he looked down at her open exposed pussy. Maxine felt at once embarrassed and turned on. She could feel her pussy start to drip and could smell her own juice in the air, scenting it like a cat in heat. 

She moaned as the pressure of Tony's hands on her nipples intensified, and feeling brave said, "Suck my tits Tony. Bite me." 

Tony grinned, "Anything Max, anything." 

He bent over her, keeping eye contact with her all the way. As his mouth closed over her nipple and he sucked on it, he pinched her other nipple hard, squeezing it til the pain shot down her belly and into the very depths of her cunt. Maxine cried out and arched her back in the air, her hands and fingers clutching at the sheets, her pussy catching on the end of Tony's cock. Tony lapped at her tits, alternating between sucking, pinching and biting, making her cry out each time.

In another part of her brain she could hear Barb moaning as she came. She couldn't turn around to see but her eyes flew open as she heard Barb call out John's name, just like Maxine did when she came. Tony stopped what he was doing and looked up grinning.

"Max your husband has his face between my wife's legs. I think he has the right idea!" 

With that Tony kissed and licked his way down her body to her thighs. He was kneeling on the floor, his face just inches from her pussy. 

"Max, your pussy is beautiful." 

He parted her lips spreading her wide.

"Mm oh yeah, you're perfect. I'm gonna lick you Max. Lick you and stick my tongue deep in your pussy." 

He lapped at her gaping cunt and she gasped.

Maxine held her breath as his fingers tightened around her thighs, his thumbs still holding her apart. He plunged his tongue into her pussy and swirled it around and around, darting it in and out. He lapped at her clit, circling it with his fingers and tongue. He slipped a finger into her dripping pussy, exploring the walls, twisting and turning his finger and thrusting in and out. 

Maxine was near to climaxing, she could feel the edges of it and longed to throw herself into it but wanted to prolong the enjoyment of it. She'd always orgasmed with John and had never faked one. She couldn't have imagined that another man would know her body well enough to bring her to orgasm but Tony was doing very well. Just as she thought she could hang on the edge forever Tony thrust his very slippery wet finger between her arse cheeks and stroked long and hard pressing against her arsehole. The sensation hit Maxine out of the ballpark and without any warning she screamed.

"Oh fuck Tony. Oh God!" 

Closing her eyes she pressed her head back into the mattress, her fingers clutching tightly in his hair. Gasping for air she pushed his face away from her sensitive clit and thrust her hips in the air just like she did with John. Tony wasn't stopping there though and Maxine cried out again as he thrust two fingers inside her dripping cunt. 

"I wanna see ya come again. I'm gonna get my fingers in your tight wet pussy. I'm gonna fuck you baby." 

Tony was murmuring softly as he pushed another finger inside her. Three fingers twisting and turning inside her, Tony blowing on her clit, his thumb brushing over the slippery sensitive nub. 

"Max your pussy feels so good. It's so wet and slippery in there, I just wanna slip my cock into you Max. You want me to do that, hmm?" 

Maxine was beyond words, the sensations that Tony had started within her were overwhelming and she felt she would go mad if she didn't come again. But it was so soon after the last one that she could feel it but couldn't quite grasp it. 

"Tony, please! Make me come, please. Fuck me just fuck me. Please!" She screamed. 

Tony pulled his fingers from her pussy and flipped her over onto her belly in one movement. She gasped as the suddenness of it all and was stunned for a brief moment. Looking up she saw Barb astride John, bouncing up and down on his cock. It was slippery and covered in her pussy juice. Barb was in total control, stroking her clit while John squeezed and pulled at her nipples flicking his gaze from Barb to her. 

Maxine felt Tony's massive hands lift her off the bed onto her knees and he spread her arse cheeks apart. She grunted as he licked her arsehole again and again. Swirling his tongue around and around the puckered rose. He was occasionally jabbing the tip of his tongue into her opening and she would moan and cry out involuntarily. John had never done such a thing to her before and it was a new sensation, one that she liked very much. She briefly opened her eyes to see John looking at her with widened eyes. 

Grunting as Barb lifted herself up and down on him he said, "Oh God Max, that looks good. Is it good baby? Do you like Tony doing that?" 

Maxine briefly nodded, "It's so good!" She exclaimed.

"Max I can't take it anymore I have to fuck you now honey. Ok?" said Tony breathlessly. 

Again Maxine nodded adding, "Yes, yes, yes." 

She looked over shoulder to see him grab his cock, rubbing the swollen head against the entrance to her pussy. 

"Oh Max this is gonna be so good. I've dreamed of this." 

Slowly he pushed his cock into her and they both cried out as he stretched her lips apart, filling her pussy from wall to wall. Tony was shuddering as he buried his cock deep inside her. 

"Oh fuck Max! Oh your pussy is so tight!" 

His cock was bigger than Johns, thicker and longer. Maxine could hardly breathe it felt like he had filled her entire body with himself. The pleasure at being so completely full of cock was overwhelming. 

"Tony fuck me please, fuck me. I want you, now."

Barb was calling out, close to coming and Tony waited, savouring the sight of his wife being pleasured. John was biting his lip, obviously holding back his own orgasm, waiting for her. Barb screamed, her whole body tense, her pussy squeezed tight. Too tight for John because he came in a thunder of noise too. Barb was breathing heavily as she milked his fat cock.

"Oh yeah John, come on baby fill me up baby, get my pussy super wet and juicy." 

Barb turned to look over at Tony and Maxine.

"Tony, fuck little Maxi for us. Come on baby fuck her hard."

Tony sighed, "Barb it's so good inside her. Max is so tight and wet I'm trying not to come inside her just yet. John your wife's pussy is so good." 

He pulled his cock out a little then thrust back in again, then pulled out a little more and thrust back in again. Each time his balls and thighs slapped against Maxine as he increased rhythm he had started. She rocked back and forth on her arms to match him but she didn't really need to, Tony was holding her firmly, now pummelling her over and over as she cried out, his penis hitting the top of her pussy. 

Maxine was watching John's face as she was being fucked. Barb lay in his arms and the two of them were talking quietly, urging Tony and Maxine. 

"Max you look so hot. Is Tony's big cock fucking hard? Is it baby?"

"Come on Tony fuck her like you fuck me baby. Get that hard dick in her tight little pussy. I wanna see you come inside her, honey." 

Barb was stroking John's belly with her nails and Maxine could see his cock twitching and stirring.

Tony was close to coming as Maxine's tight pussy squeezed against his hard length. His thrusts became faster, his grip on her hips tighter and tighter as he tensed, his thighs thrust up against hers, his cock buried deep in her hot wet dripping cunt. 

"Aw fuck yes, aw yes, aw Max!" Tony cried out, shuddering as he climaxed long and hard. 

He leaned over and kissed her in the middle of her back, his hands stroking her arse, thighs and back gently. 

"Oh Max baby that was so good," he panted. 

Maxine felt spent. She'd never in her life climaxed more than once a night and her pussy felt like it had been jack hammered. She moved away from Tony and he reluctantly slipped his cock from her. She shakily turned toward him and he gathered her in his strong arms, kissing her on the mouth, gently teasing her with his pussy-scented tongue. 

They collapsed next to Barb and John who were still breathless.

"Thanks for being so open about this guys," said Barb. "This was a fantasy of ours you know? To be like this with you two." 

Maxine said, "I can't believe how good it was. I would love to do it again." 

Barb and Tony laughed aloud and John leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. 

"Honey I would love to do it again." 

"Barb and I are always up for a session. Aren't we babe?" 

"Of course we are. And if you ever want us to introduce you to anyone else, just let us know." 

Maxine snuggled in against Tony feeling safe and brave. 

"In fact Barb I wondered if you'd let me go down on you next time?" Maxine asked shyly. 

There was a collective hiss of shock from the two men. 

Barb said, "Honey you name the time and place!"



The Dinner Party



On an average Saturday night, the small bar would have been lively. Tonight was unusual. The bar was closed for the evening; it sat dark and silent waiting for a very unique private event to begin. Inside, on top of the long wooden bar, there were 13 boxes - all numbered. Their contents would soon be revealed.

When the guests arrived, 6 men and 7 women, they were instructed to choose a box, grab a drink from behind the bar, and get comfortable. They knew little about what the night would bring. The invitation was simple and read: Join us for an erotic adventure. Please bring your imagination. 

By the time the host made his entrance, the guests had made themselves quite comfortable indeed. Thumping bawdy music filled the space, drink was free flowing, and inhabitations were fading rapidly. The crowd was ready for the show.

In walked the gentleman, in black suit coat and fedora. In his hand was a thin black lead attached to a lovely black collar - on the tall slender neck the girl. He guided her to the middle of the room and instructed her to have a seat on top of the bar. Dutifully, she climbed up and flashed a smile to the waiting guests. She was dressed quite simply - a tight black dress that barely that contained her shapely figure, fishnet stockings, impossibly tall high-heeled boots - her long unruly red hair was pulled away from her face but flowed down her back. 

The gentleman addressed his guests, thanking them for partaking in the night's festivities. The purpose of the evening was revealed. He had been training his girl to be the perfect fuck - to give exquisite pleasure on command and to sweetly receive any of his carnal desires. Tonight he was presenting her and her talents. This task would take her to the next stage of her sexual journey.

The boxes each contained an item, an implement, to be used by the guest (along with the gentleman) to create a fantasy that the girl would perform for them. The gentleman removed this fedora and handed it to the girl. In her hand were several small slips of paper, numbers 1-13. She placed them in the hat and returned it to the gentleman's hand. He reached in and chose lucky number thirteen.

Guest # 13 opened her box. Inside was an exquisitely beautiful glass dildo, the length was not extraordinary but it had quite a large head. She was very pleased with her boxes' contents. The guest smiled at the gentleman. Her mind was racing. She was horny herself and wanted nothing more than to shove the beautiful toy between her legs and deep in her pussy. However, the opportunity inspired her. She whispered her request in the gentleman's ear. He grinned devilishly, took the lead off the girl, and told her to get undressed.

The girl walked to center of the room. The guests watched as #13 unzipped the girl's dress, it fell to the floor. The girl stood there, her voluptuous tits and ass on display in a black lace bra and tiny G-string. The guest whispered in the gentleman's ear, again. The gentleman then tells the girls to get down on all fours, which she does immediately. The guest takes a bottle of baby oil and lets it drip slowly, drop by drop, all over the girl's round ass. The shiny oil runs down her legs and drips off her pussy. Seeing that she is nice and slick and ready to go, the guest slips the dildo in the girl's hot wet waiting cunt. The dildo moves sweetly in and out of her pussy; the thrusts get deeper and deeper. You can see intense pleasure on the girl's face. The guests like the act so far and propose a toast to guest #13.

But that is just the beginning of #13's request. She wants to see the girl service her master while being pleasured. Of course, the gentleman thinks this is a lovely turn of events and removes his pants to reveal his already hard dick. The girl takes it in, every inch, pushing it down her throat again and again. The guests erupt in applause!

Guest #13 informs the gentleman that her girlfriend is also in attendance. And she is a skilled submissive, as well. The guest asks the gentleman if her girl can join the act. He smiles and warmly welcomes the addition. Guest 13 tells her girl to lick the gentleman's balls while his lady is sweetly servicing him. The guest's sub eagerly begins. Now the girl and the sub take turns pleasing the gentleman. Their tongues move up and down his shaft, intertwining. Their mouths meet in brief kisses at the tip of his cock just before they hungrily move back down to the base. They expertly take turns pleasing him from base to tip. While they work his cock, the guest is still fucking the girl quite nicely with the dildo and is now pleasuring her sub - three fingers deep in her pussy as she rubs her clit with her thumb. Both the girl and the sub are moaning with delight between slathering the gentleman's dick and grabbing quick breaths of air. 

The gentleman then asks guest 13 how she would like to end her vignette. The guest wants the gentleman to bring each girl to climax and while he does so, she would like her girl to eat her pussy as she watches. Then she purrs that she would love to see the gentleman cum on her sub's tits and then would like to watch his girl lick it off for her. The gentleman thinks this is a remarkable ending. 

The gentleman commands both girls to bow before him on their hands and knees, their foreheads touching the floor. He moves behind them, slips his dick into his girl's slick pussy and fucks her with powerfully while using the glass dildo to pleasure the guest's sub. The guest sub's face is buried deep in her master's pussy devouring her. Both girl's are aching to come, but must ask the gentleman permission. They do so breathlessly. The gentleman tells them they must wait a few moments more, so he may enjoy their sweet hot pussy for a little bit longer. A few more deep thrusts and he lets them release. He feels their cunts twitch with pleasure. And see the ecstasy on guest 13's face as she cums as well.

Now, the gentleman positions his girl in front of him and shoves his dick down her throat hard and fast; fucking her mouth with great intensity. The guest's sub displays her firm round tits to the gentleman. He grabs her left nipple and pulls her to him, takes his dick from his girls mouth, and suddenly the sub's tits are washed in his hot sweet cum. As requested, his girl eagerly laps it up for she loves her master's cum. She takes the subs tits in her mouth, sucking them and rolling her tongue around the nipples to get every last drop. 

The crowd is astonished - and famished. Once the applause dies down, they take their seats at the table. The gentleman attaches the lead to the girl's collar and walks her to the table. He takes his chair, she sits on her knees at his side. The first course is served. There are 12 more boxes, 12 more adventures to go.



The Dinner Party



Our relationship has been building for weeks. More and more flirty, the two of us have been pushing the limits of our temptation, under the radar of our small group of friends. During tonight's late night dinner party, the attraction between us may prove too intoxicating to resist, especially when flashes beneath her sundress reveal cotton panties with what appear to be little, red hearts.

Bordeaux has been flowing, and I am deep in the grip of the grape, the place where everything takes on a haze and romanticism as if bathed in candlelight. I sit across from her, falling into her eyes, deep brown pools of espresso, invigorating. They drip shot after shot into my nervous system. I feel electric and shaky, warmed to the core, eager to pour words upon words to chase and tackle the millions of thoughts she has erected within me. 

We are locked in mamihlapinatapai, a word birthed in Tierra Del Fuego, meaning the look shared between two people, both hoping the other will initiate that which they both desire. Our friends chatter about in a blurred periphery as we stare deeply, barely caring if we are caught. We struggle to keep the lust just below the surface. 

She offers me a small candy wrapped in red plastic, twisted closed at both sides.

"No, I'm fine. Thanks."

She orders, "Take the candy." Then she slowly mouths the words, "It's been inside me."

My hands tremble as I slowly unwrap my treat. I slide the sweet, semi salty piece into my mouth, and my leg begins to vibrate. It is a text message from her: I wanted to watch you taste me in front of all our friends without them knowing. Our secret. 

Later in the evening, as we all play board games, she excuses herself to the bathroom, and when she returns, she sits on the couch across from me. She locks eyes with me and slowly leads my gaze to her waist. With a slight twist, she pulls at the hem of her dress and reveals that the panties I've been stealing peeks at all night are no longer there. In place of them is a gorgeous slit, shining with her anticipation.

Another text: Bathroom. Second drawer on the left. 

Minutes later, I find myself in the powder room of our friend's condo. I am as excited as any child on Christmas morning. I was right, they were little, red hearts. I lift the soft knickers from the drawer and can feel her moisture still on the fabric. Blood surges within me and the head of my now pulsating member bursts itself through the top of my jeans.

I unleash it, and it throbs with desire. My right hand attempts to tame the beast she has created, while my left hand lifts her gift to my face. I inhale her fragrance, the scent I have been lusting after for months. I devour what she has left me, and a pool of precum begins to spew out over the tip of my cock, now purple with excitement.

I open my mouth to let out an exhale of pleasure, and as I do, I run my bottom lip over the cotton that has been stretched between her gash all day. Her taste is sweet honeysuckle to my lips. I have been craving to know her taste, and now here I am, with a room full of our friends just feet away, tasting her from her panties. All the while, she knows I'm in here, fist clenched, feverishly stroking my flesh.

I close my eyes and envision her creeping smile, devilishly twisted at the sides as she imagines what I'm doing. I then think of all the other guests reciting banal episodes of their days, ones we have heard a thousand times, and it is enough to send me over the edge. I bring the panties down from my face and caress my cock with them, unloading deep into the soft cotton. My warm cum gushes as I recall how perfect her eyes are when they engage me. I put the now-doused panties back in the drawer, catch my breath, and return to the party. 

This time, she receives a text: Go, put them back on. 

Minutes later she returns from the bathroom. She is flush and keeps rubbing her fingers across her lips and just under her nose. Before crossing her legs, she lets me glimpse the little hearts, back in the place they started the night. There, in a room full of our friends, friends who know nothing of the desire between us, she sits. My hot juices sticking between her legs, dancing over the most intimate regions of her body. She mouths, "Thank you," and we spend the rest of the night eyes bonded coyly in lust. Our friends don't notice the difference, but we know things have changed and will never be the same.



The Dinner Party



My story begins at a dinner party my husband and I were invited to. My name is Tanya Gordon. My husband's name is Greg. We are both 42 years old, and your typical suburban couple. We both work, and live in a nice middle class neighborhood in Fort Worth, Texas.

We have been married for 21 wonderful years, and really have never had a big fight, or anything. Greg was a professional baseball player until a career ending shoulder injury ended any chance of making it to the big leagues. He would have, if not for the injury. That was almost 18 years ago.

Fortunately Greg was very smart, and got his degree in accounting. He is now a partner in a successful accounting firm. Greg is very good looking, and still in great shape. He is a great lover, and has always been spontaneous, exciting, and innovative when it comes to our lovemaking. He never fails to satisfy my needs.

I am a pretty successful real estate agent, which has allowed me some flexibility to be a good wife and mother. 

We have one child. A 17 year daughter named Casey. Not only is she beautiful, but smart as well. Yes, we are just one big happy family. 

So, when you hear my story you may wonder, what was she thinking? Even I have question myself, what the fuck was I thinking?

We were invited to this dinner party by our good friends Bill and Janet Reed. There were three other couples there, two of which we also knew.

There was this one couple we didn't know. They were sort of new in town, and had become friends with Bill and Janet. Janet thought this would be a good chance for them to make some new friends.

We arrived on time as did everyone else. Wine and cocktails were served as we mingled about talking. We were all introduced to Rick and Ann, the new couple. 

After talking to a few people I found myself talking one on one with Rick. I was immediately infatuated by him. He was very handsome, and quite charming. He was an attorney, and working for a very prestigious law firm in town.

He and Ann were probably a couple of years younger than Greg and I. He was very complimentary, and went on and on about how attractive, and sexy I was. He made me feel good, but at the same time a little nervous about his attention. Never the less, I did enjoy talking to him, and monopolized him for quite awhile. 

We were finally called for dinner, and I was seated next to Greg, but directly across from Rick. Greg helped me with my chair, being the gentleman he always is. As I looked over at Rick, he gave me this sly look as if we had a secret or something. What was he thinking?

They brought out the salads, and we began eating. Of course everyone continued to talk while we ate. I found myself staring at Rick. I even began to fantasize what he might be like in bed. What was wrong with me? I had a handsome, wonderful husband sitting next me, and all all I could think of at the moment was Rick. 

Greg asked me a question that I never heard. At least the first time.

He finally said, "Earth to Tanya. Are you there? What's wrong Honey?"

I snapped out of my little trance and put my arm in his. "I'm sorry baby. I was just thinking about a little issue at work today. I will get back to the party." 

We ate our salads and I talked to Greg, and others around me, but never quite took my eye off Rick. He did the same. I just kept coming back to wondering what he was like in bed.

They brought out the main course, and we started back to eating. After a few minutes, I looked up to see Rick with this smile on his face I couldn't describe.

All of a sudden I felt something touching my leg. It was a foot. At first I thought it was Greg, but soon realized it wasn't. It was Rick. I should have said something, but I didn't. He was rubbing my leg, and smiling at me.

I was wearing a dress, but did not have hose on. He was rubbing his sock foot on my leg. I could feel him moving up between my legs. I knew what he was doing was wrong, but I didn't stop him. I could have used my hand to discretely push him away, but I didn't. I was also getting very horny, and very wet. I excused myself to go to the bathroom.

I went to the bathroom to compose myself. I splashed some water on my face. I'm sure I was a little flushed. I looked at myself in the mirror and told myself this was wrong, and put an end to it.

So, what did I do? I took off my panties, and put them in my purse. Don't ask me why, I just did. I was also feeling the effects of quite a bit of wine.

I went back to my seat, and gave Rick a look that meant keep going. I even opened my legs wider. Sure enough he was between my legs in no time. He had long legs, so he had no problem inching his big toe closer to my crotch.

I slumped slightly in my chair a little to give him access. I have no idea why I was doing this other than I was so turned on, and wanted Rick to keep going.

The table was not very wide, so I really wasn't very far from Rick.

When his big toe reached my crotch, he raised an eyebrow. He realized I had taken off my panties. He started rubbing my clit with his toe. In no time I had a an orgasm. It wasn't a big one, but it felt good. I bit into my roll, and made a noise. Everyone looked at me as I said, "Janet, these homemade rolls are incredible." Everyone laughed, including Rick as he straightened back up in his chair. 

After dinner we all milled around visiting, but once again I was cornered by Rick. Just before we all got ready to leave, Rick told me he was thinking about doing some investing in real estate. He gave me his card, and wanted to get together. I told him I would check my schedule and see. 

Also before we left, I made sure to go to the bathroom and put my panties back on.

It was quiet in the car for a few minutes then Jake said, "You seem to have spent a lot of time talking to Rick tonight."

"I was just being friendly, and trying to make the new couple feel welcome." I said.

"Well, I guess Rick felt welcome, but you hardly said a word to Ann." He said.

"I guess I just never got around to it." I said.

"That's because you were so infatuated with Rick."

"Honey I was not infatuated. I was just being friendly. If I didn't know better I would think you are jealous Greg Gordon."

"Do you blame me? He is very good looking, and quite a successful lawyer I hear."

"He is not as good looking as my sexy husband, who is also very successful.

In fact when we get home, I'm going to show you just how much I love you, and how sexy I can be."

"Really?" He said with a big smile on his face.

"In fact, I'm going to start right now." I said.

With that, I gave Jake one hell of a blow job in the car while driving.

As soon as we got home we raced to our bedroom and got naked. Greg proceeded to bury his tongue in my pussy, and pay me back. Since he had now recovered, he immediately crawled between my legs and fucked the shit out of me. A wave of pleasure spread over my body as Greg filled me with his hot juice. Did I think of Rick? Oh, maybe a little. All I know is it was an incredible finish on a night that had got me horny as hell. 

The next day a wave of guilt came over me as I thought about what had happened with Rick the night before. I didn't look at it as cheating, but I know Greg probably would. I decided that if Rick ever called, it would be strictly professional, and nothing more. I knew he wanted me, but I have a good thing with Greg, and that was that.

Three days later Rick did call me at work. He wanted to get together Thursday for lunch to discuss some possible real estate investment opportunities. He obviously has some money to invest, so it could be some good commissions for me, so I agreed.

He gave me the name and location of the restaurant, and the time. He said he couldn't wait to see me again.

Rick was waiting in the parking lot next to his car when I arrived. I parked close to his car. He came over and gave me a hug, and a kiss. The kiss was on the lips.

"Rick we need to get something straight. What happened at that dinner party the other night was a big mistake. You are very handsome, and very charming, but so is my husband. I love him very much, and would never do anything to hurt him. Our relationship can never be more than friends, or professional." I said. 

"Tanya, I saw the look in your eye when we were talking that night. I also know that you had an orgasm because of my under the table massage. Aren't you a little curious about what it would be like to experience someone other than your husband? I saw what you are capable of. You are very beautiful, and so, so sexy. I love my wife very much, and do not want to hurt her either, but I find you so desirable I can hardly stand it."

"Well, I will admit that I have had a couple of fantasies about us, but that is all it can be. I'm sure you are probably one hell of a lover, and many woman would jump at the chance to crawl in bed with you." I said.

"Tanya, we will not get caught. We will be very careful. It will only be sex with no strings attached. It will be two grown adults simply living out a fantasy, and having a good time. It ends when one person says so, no questions asked."

"It sounds tempting Rick, but I'm just not sure I can cheat on Greg."

It just so happens there was a motel right next to the restaurant we were meeting at. Rick pulled out two motel keys, and said. 

"Tanya, I have a room rented at that motel. It is room 214. Here is a key for you. I am going to the room. I will give you twenty minutes. If you are not there in twenty minutes, then I will never bother you again, but I will come back to the restaurant and buy you lunch."

Rick started walking toward the motel, and then into room 214 which was close by. Every instinct in my body said I should go the the restaurant and get a table. Unfortunately, my pussy was getting wetter by the minute, and I was extremely turned on by the whole thing.

I have never had anything even close to this happen before. I began to fantasize about us in that room, and the next thing I know, I'm walking that direction. 

It had been 17 minutes when I reached the door. I was holding the key card in my right hand trying to get up the nerve to open the door. I didn't have to. Rick opened the door, took me by the hand, and pulled me in. 

We didn't say anything as Rick undressed me. I was nervous, but so turned on. Rick was a perfect gentleman. We started with some kissing and massaging. Then Rick started eating my pussy. After my orgasm, I couldn't stand it any longer and begged him to fuck me hard and fast. 

He did, and it was as good as I thought it would be. It wasn't better than Greg, but it was different, and felt so good. We laid there for a little bit, then I took him in my mouth and sucked him until he came in my mouth. We waited a little longer, then I rode him cowgirl style.

After we finished I took a long hot shower and washed Rick out of me. Most of the afternoon was gone, but I had enough time to get back to my office to do a few things.

As I was driving back, a wave of guilt came over me. What did I just do? I had committed adultery. I cheated on my wonderful husband. I let another man other than my husband put his dick inside me. 

Rick said he had a vasectomy after their daughter was born, but what about STD's? Has he been with other women? Oh God, I didn't think of that. I will have to ask Rick about that. I called him, but he assured me I was the only affair he ever had. I guess I had to trust him.

I decided that this had to be a one time affair. The guilt was weighing heavy on me. I had to snap out of it before I got home. I had to act normal around Greg. He can be very perceptive.

I went home and made a nice supper for us. I tried to act normal. However, my mind kept wandering back to the erotic afternoon I had with Rick. After 23 years of fucking no one except Greg, it was an incredible high for me. Rick and Greg are about the same size, but the way they use it seemed different. Both are very good, but I know I can't have my cake and eat it to. 

The only thing was that I kept thinking about Rick pounding my pussy. "Honey? Are you ok? You seem a different tonight. Is everything ok?" Greg asked.

I snapped out of it and said, "yes baby, I'm ok. Just a little tired, and things going on at work. Nothing to worry about though."

I smiled at him and gave him a little kiss. I went upstairs and took another shower just to be sure.

I got in bed and closed my eyes. Jake took a shower, then crawled in bed with me. He snuggled up to me, and put him arm around me. I could feel his hard on pushing against my ass. I was hoping he wouldn't be in the mood tonight. My pussy was pretty sore, plus the idea of fucking my husband right after Rick seemed shameful on my part.

"Not tonight baby, I'm pretty tired, and just not in the mood. I'm sorry. I will make it up to you tomorrow night." I said.

I hated having to do that to him. I always welcomed his advances.

Greg rolled back over with his back to me and didn't say a word. Could he possibly suspect something?

I quietly cried on my pillow. How could I have done this to Greg? I'm not very proud of myself right now.

The next night I practically raped Greg when we went to bed. I definitely made up for the night before. He once again asked what had been bothering me the night before, but I told him it was just a female thing, not to worry about it.

Greg and I had a great weekend. We went out to dinner, then made long slow love that night. Casey had a sleepover, so we had the house to ourselves. Everyday I worried about Greg finding out about Rick, but everything seemed normal.

Monday I got a call from Rick at work. He went on and on about how awesome it was with me last week. His compliments were so flattering. Once again I felt that stirring in my pussy for a little bit of Rick, or, Rick's dick if you will.

Against my better judgement, I agreed to another meeting at the same motel on Thursday. It was an incredible afternoon of pure sex for the sake of having sex. I wasn't falling in love, or anything like that, it was just pure lust.

Between Greg and Rick, my sexual gratification meter was off the chart. While I was in that motel room, I never thought about Greg. It was just Rick and I sexually pleasing each other.

It was on the drive back to my office that the guilt crept back in. I had to stop this. If I continued, I was reasonably sure that we would eventually get caught. I vowed to tell Rick the next time he called that we couldn't meet anymore. I actually felt a lot better after making that resolve. 

Greg and I had another really good weekend. I gave him plenty of attention, and love. I was on my way back to being a good wife.

Monday night Greg seemed a little different. He wasn't his usual jovial self around me. I asked him if something was bothering him. He just shrugged and said something about work issues.

Tuesday afternoon Rick called. He wanted to get together.

"Rick, I have decided to end it. No more get togethers. Yes, we have good sexual chemistry, but I don't like sneaking around on Greg." I said.

"I think you're probably right Tanya. I don't like sneaking around on Ann either. However, I would like one farewell get together. I want us to spend the night, or weekend together. After that, we end it forever. One last good fling."

"Are you crazy Rick? We could never pull that off. It's too risky."

"Sure we can Tanya. Don't you get sent to seminars, or conventions in your job?"

"Yes, I go to seminars for a weekend on occasion." I said.

"Does Greg ever go with you?"

"No. He hates sitting around while I am in meetings." I said.

"Well, there you go. You go home tonight and tell Greg you forgot to tell him that you were going to a seminar in San Antonio this weekend. I will tell Ann I have to go to meet with some clients this weekend. I do it all the time."

"I don't know Rick. Do you think we can pull this off?"

"Sure we can. They are not the least bit suspicious, and your husband trust you doesn't he?"

"Yes, he trust me, but it seems so dirty, and devious." I said.

"Exactly, and that makes it all the more exciting and sexy. Come on Tanya, one last hurrah. We will do this, then end it. I know this has made me love Ann even more."

"All right, I will try, but if Greg shows any sign of not wanting me to go, then I'm not going." I said.

"Great. Call me first thing tomorrow morning. If we are good to go, I will make the reservations. We will fly out Friday, and be back Sunday."

That night Greg once again seemed a little distant. I approached him about the seminar. He looked at me for a minute, then said, "Sure, go ahead. I have plenty to do around here. Maybe Casey and I can do something Friday night, if she does not have plans."

"That would be great honey, a little father daughter bonding."

The next morning I called Rick and told him I was going. He made the flight reservations, and booked a hotel on the Riverwalk. I really felt guilty, but at the same time excited. I had actually fantasized what a whole weekend with Rick would be like.

I was real busy the rest of the week showing properties, and working on contracts. I guess I didn't really notice that Greg was still not his usual self.

Friday morning I had my bag packed, and was getting ready to go to the airport. I was just going to drive, and do short term parking. I told Greg he didn't need to bother with taking me. He just nodded when I told him.

Greg started towards the door to go to work.

"Honey, don't I get a kiss goodbye. I promise when I get home Sunday I will be ready to fuck you silly." I said.

He walked over, gave me a tight hug, and a kiss, then started toward the door. He stopped and said, "Tanya, I really do love you so much."

"I love you too honey. Be good while I'm gone." I said.

Well, it looked like this was going to work.

We boarded the plane, and took our seats near the rear of the plane. After we leveled off, Rick said, "Are you a member of the mile high club?"

"The what?" I asked?"

He explained it to me, and suggested we go to the bathroom next to us and have sex. It would have to be quick, since the flight was only 45 minutes.

Rick went first. He didn't lock the door. I waited a couple of minutes, then joined him. I opened the door, and Rick was sitting on the toilet with his dick sticking straight up through his zipper hole. He turned me around so my ass was facing him. He pulled up my dress, and jerked down my panties. He pulled me down on his dick.

I was bouncing on his lap, while he was thrusting inside me. I was wet as all get out. It didn't take us long to reach orgasm. We cleaned up a little, and I went out. Rick came out a couple of minutes later. I noticed people staring and giggling at us.

We got to the hotel, ate a late lunch, then went to our room and fucked pretty hard the next couple of hours.

That night we had a nice dinner, danced a little, then back the room for a drunken fuckfest. I woke up Saturday morning feeling really guilty. I looked down at Rick sleeping next to me.

I missed my husband. Why was I doing this? I could not answer that question. I was even wishing I was not here. I needed a shower. I felt dirty. In more ways than one.

After my shower, I went down to the Riverwalk to walk around. Everywhere I went I saw happy couples walking, laughing, having a good time. Were they married, or were they like me here with someone other than their spouses?

I started to cry. This was a mistake. Rick was a mistake. I went back to the room. Rick was gone, so I decided to call Greg. I had called him yesterday to let him know I arrived safely, but I did not call last night.

Greg answered the phone, "Hello."

"Hi baby. How are you doing? I sure miss you." I said.

"How is your seminar going?" He asked.




The Dinner Party



"Oh, same old thing." I said.

I thought I detected a sound that was like someone crying. There was silence for a second, then he said, "I wish you had not left me."

"I'm sorry honey. Did you and Casey have fun last night?" I said.

"Casey had plans. She had a sleepover with Alyssa. I spent the evening alone." He said.

All of a sudden I felt that something wasn't right. Greg had been all alone while I was in bed with another man. I had the feeling I needed to get home.

"Greg honey I am so sorry. I feel awful that you were alone last night. I miss you so much. I think I will see if I can change my flight to this afternoon, and come on home. I don't feel like staying until Sunday."

"Why would you want to come home? Don't you want to stay another night so you can fuck your lover boy Rick. I mean that is the real reason you left me. There was no seminar. I called your office. Your boss didn't know anything about it. In fact, you were supposed to be on call this weekend, but requested to be off." He said.

I almost dropped my phone. Oh my God, did Greg know all along my reason for coming to San Antonio? I had to get home. I had to explain.

"Listen Greg, I can explain. Please baby, you have to listen to me. I will catch the next flight home. I love you Greg. This was just a little fling that didn't mean a thing. It is over now."I said.

"Yea, well I'm afraid it's not that easy Tanya. I hope you and lover boy Rick have a nice life together."

He hung up.

"Greg! Greg! Please, I can explain. I don't love Rick. It was just sex."

He wasn't there. I had to get home. I was hurriedly packing when Rick walked in. He saw me frantically packing and asked what was going on.

"Greg knows about us. I have to get home and try to save my marriage." I said.

"Do you think he told Ann? Oh shit, this is not good. I'm leaving also."

I went online and was able to change my flight to 2:00 that afternoon. I started out the door.

"Wait, I will go with you," Rick said.

"No. As of this minute, we are no longer to be seen together. I bet Greg has a PI watching us. Sorry Rick, but this is it. I never want to see you again." I said.

I walked out without saying another word. I got a cab to the airport, and waited for my flight. It was the longest wait of my life. As I sat there crying, I hoped and prayed I was not to late. I had to make Greg understand it was a stupid mistake, and meant nothing.

I arrived at DFW at 3:00. I got my car and headed home. I tried to call Greg, but he didn't answer. I left him a message that I was back in Dallas, and on my way home. I pleaded with him to be home so we could talk.

I got home a little before 4:00. Greg's car wasn't in the driveway. I opened the front door, at which point I broke down and cried. The house was empty. No furniture, no nothing. There were some boxes in the middle if the floor with my name on them. It was all my stuff packed up.

I heard someone behind me say, "Are you Tanya Gordon?"

"Yes," I said very weakly.

"You have been served," He said. Then he walked away.

It wasn't supposed to happen this way. It was just a little fling to spice up my life a little. Can't a girl have a little fun after 21 years of marriage. It didn't mean anything.

I must have sat there and cried for about twenty minutes when my phone rang. It was Greg.

"Please Greg, I don't want a divorce. We have to work this out. I love you, not Rick. Please, let's get together and talk. I will do anything to save our marriage. Please, baby, don't do this. I am so sorry for what I did."

"I will listen to what you have to say, plus I have some questions I want answered. I will be there in about twenty minutes." He said.

He hung up after his last word. It was then I saw a box marked wedding stuff. It had my name on it. It was all our pictures and albums. He kept nothing.

I walked out to the porch, then saw my next big shock. It was a for sale sign in the yard. I sat on the porch, then cried like a baby.

When Greg drove up, I'm sure I looked like shit. I was a broken, and defeated woman. 

He said, "Come on, I left the backyard furniture. We can sit and talk there."

I followed him to the backyard.

"All right Tanya, say what you have to say."

I told him everything from the dinner party up to his phone call in San Antonio. 

Then I said, "It was just a stupid mistake that I cannot explain, but I deeply regret Greg. I know I deserve all this, but I am asking you to find it in your heart to forgive me. We can go to counseling. I will do anything to save our marriage. Please call off this divorce."

"Do you understand the pain and hurt you have caused? You and Rick have destroyed two families." He said.

"Wait, what do you mean two families?" I asked.

"Did you honestly think I would let dickhead Rick off scot free? Ann knows everything. She is serving him divorce papers also. Did you think about your daughter?"

"Oh my God, Casey? She knows? You told her?" I said.

"Yes. She is old enough, and has a right to know. I did not show her the pictures and videos."

"What pictures and videos!" I said.

"I got a tip last Monday about your motel meeting. I didn't want to believe it, so I hired a PI. Ann was in on it too. We had to find out what went on in San Antonio. He sent us pictures of you two kissing and being intimate in public. The killer was his peep hole camera actually recording you two fucking in the hotel room. That just about killed me to watch you riding another mans dick and enjoying it so much, not to mention your induction into the Mile High Club."

Greg started crying. I really had hurt him a lot. I could seen the pain on his face. I felt like such a shit head of a wife. He even knew about fucking in the bathroom on the plane. I guess I never realized the pain all this would cause.

"Was I that bad of a husband Tanya? Was I that bad of a lover? Did I treat you that bad, that you had to turn to someone else? I have always tried to be the best husband you could ever hope for. I always thought I was your knight in white shining armor. What a dumb ass I was."

"Oh my God Greg. Please believe me when I tell you that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You are a wonderful lover, and husband. 

You are my knight. This was all my fault, my own selfishness, and stupidity. You have done nothing wrong."

Greg looked up from crying and said, " Was he better than me."

"Hell no he wasn't better than you. He was different, but certainly not better. No one ever made me feel the way you do after making love. I can't explain what made me do it. I wish I could turn back the clock." I said.

"I still don't understand how you could have done this, but you did. Someday, I might be able to forgive you, but I will never forget. I do know that you destroyed any trust I could ever have in you. For that reason, I am divorcing you." He said.

"Oh please no Greg. Please don't do this."

"I'm sorry Tanya."

"The divorce is very fair. I did not file using adultery. We will split everything 50/50. I suggest you read over it, and if it's ok, we will sign next week. You can get a lawyer if you want. There is one thing I will not budge on, I'm asking for full custody of Casey."

"She is old enough to know, and old enough to decide. She told me was coming with me. She doesn't even want to talk to you right now." He said.

"I have really fucked up Greg." I said.

"Yes, and quite literally I might add. I think if you would have confessed after that first time at the motel, and ended it, we might have had a chance. The overnight trip to San Antonio was the nail in our coffin. I have to know one last thing, are you in love with Rick?"

"Absolutely not! It was just sex, and was not worth it. I never want to see him again as long as I live. Even if we divorce, I will never see him again. He ruined my life."

"Casey and I have moved into a condo near here. You will also need to find a place. I will try to get Casey to talk to you at some point. She does need her mother, and I know she loves you. I will work out a fair visitation schedule, and get Casey to a point where she can spend some weekends with you."

"Thanks Greg, your are being nicer than I deserve. I will always love you."

Greg left me there crying in the backyard. It was the lowest point in my life. I still held out a faint hope we could work it out before the divorce was final. We didn't. I signed the papers with Greg the following week. He was right, it was a very fair divorce on his part.

Casey called me a couple of weeks later. After a lot of crying, tears, and hugging, we finally came to good terms. She started spending every other weekend with me. I got an apartment nearby. It was the best I could hope for.

Rick did call to ask me out. I told him to fuck off, and haven't heard from him since. His wife divorced him, but she was not as nice as Greg. 

It all started at that stupid dinner party. How could I have been so taken by him? I had it all. A good husband, a wonderful daughter, and a great family. I gave all that up just to experience another man's dick. It wasn't worth it.

It just fucking wasn't worth it. Case closed!

Epilogue:

Even after our divorce was final, I was hoping maybe Greg and I might find our way back to each other. Well, it became apparent pretty quick that it was not going to happen. Greg started dating Ann. He eventually moved into her house with her. About a year and a half after our divorce, he married Ann. It was the second worse day of my life.

As for me, I dated a few guys, but they were losers. None of them came close to measuring up to Greg. Most were divorced who only wanted a sex companion. 

It has been two years now, and I'm still alone. Casey is in college, and Greg has Ann.

My life sucks, and it's my fault.



The Dinner Party



Stan Greenburg -- retired billionaire -- peered over his glasses at the fat, snaggle-toothed grandma sitting across the table. She's not as old as she looks, he thought. Probably only in her forties. She reeked of stale tobacco smoke. 

"What's your name?" he asked. 

"Marsha McCoy." 

"And you want to be a housekeeper?" 

"Yup." 

"This is a pretty big house. It's got twenty bedrooms." 

"I knows the place," Marsha stated. "It's been a nursin' home up till you bought it. We'z all wonderin' what a city man is doin' buyin' a nursin' home out here in the holler." 

Stan had bought the place for a song. The first thing he did was surround the property with razorwire atop a chainlink fence. And then he brought in his construction crew from New York to fix it up -- he needed space for women and guests. A lot of money got spent on his own living quarters -- a sumptuous master bedroom, and a spacious sitting room, adjoining a large porch with a beautiful view of the mountains. He had the kitchen built to specs for his long-time personal chef, Jemima Brown. 

Finally there was the dining room, with a table that could seat twenty, along with the accompanying chandelier. The walls sported painted portraits of distinguished gentlemen from the 19th Century. Stan had no idea who they were, but they looked very formal and intimidating. Oddly, Stan had installed a hand wash sink in the corner of the room. 

No better place than out among the hillbillies if you want to enjoy a harem undisturbed. He'd picked a spot 150 miles from the nearest airport. 

"I'll pay you a thousand bucks a week. Cash. You can keep your welfare benefits." 

"A thousand bucks ..?" Marsha stared at him, unbelieving. 

"Yes. A thousand bucks a week. But there is a catch." 

Her eyes narrowed. "What?" 

"You have to procure for me." 

"Procure?" She looked to the portraits for explanation. "You mean you want me to get you drugs? That's easy. I can do that!" She smiled broadly. 

"No, no. Not drugs. Actually, I don't want any drugs on the premises at all. Your job is to keep them out, not bring them in. 

"What I want are women. Women who will take care of my guests and me." 

"You mean you want prostitutes? How the hell am I s'posed to find hookers for you?" Marsha looked angry. "What are you? Some kind of pervert?" 

"I'm a rich pervert, and you'll get some of that money if you do as I ask. Here are the specifics. First, you get a thousand a week for doing housekeeping. That means vacuuming, dusting, making beds -- all that stuff. 

"Then next month I'm hosting a dinner party. Along with me, there will be three other gentlemen present. I need four girls to take care of us. They must be willing to do any sexual favors we request, though we won't hurt them or tie them up. 

"For every girl who shows up, you get a $500 bonus. The girls will each be paid a thousand dollars for 24 hours. They will be expected to fuck, suck, strip, dance, serve, and otherwise entertain all of us. For every girl who doesn't show -- or doesn't perform -- your pay will be docked by $500. 

"Are you in or out?" 

Marsha stared at him, speechless. "Where'm I s'posed to git these girls?" 

"Do you have any children, Marsha?" 

"Yeah. Three. A son and two daughters." She paused, horrified. "You're not suggestin', are you ...?" 

"Not necessarily. It could be they have some friends who need some extra money. Remember, it's all paid in cash. Nobody loses their welfare. And I need to meet these young ladies in advance. For quality control, you understand." 

********************* 

Marsha was dressed in the Salvation Army's finest. She'd washed and combed her stringy hair, and had even put on lipstick. Makes her look like a pig, thought Stan. But she looked as good as she could. Props for that. 

The doorbell rang and Marsha went to open. The three guests had arrived. 

The Police Chief entered first. "Hi Marsha," he smiled. "Surprised to see you working here." Marsha nodded, uncomfortably. "Marsha and I go way back," he told Stan. "We grew up on the same street." He looked her over. "You're lookin' good tonight, Marsha. Ya'know, she was a pretty girl when she was younger. Since then she's been an occasional customer of mine." 

The Chief stood 6'5" in his stocking feet, and should've weighed 250 pounds. But he was at least a hundred pounds overweight. He wore suspenders. 

Next came the Mayor, another plump man, but a lot shorter than the Chief, even shorter than Stan. He dressed nattily, wearing a suit and tie. The freshly shined oxfords caught Stan's eye. 

"I'm an ex-Marine. Retired as a sergeant," the Mayor explained. Looking to the lady, he added "We miss you over at City Hall, Marsha. I'm glad to see you again." 

"I miss you, too." 

"Yeah. We'd hire you back, but -- you know -- we can't. Not with the arrests." 

"Arrests?" queried Stan, worried. 

"Dipshit stuff," said the Chief. "Drug possession. Practically everybody in this town has that on their record. But we can't hire them anymore. State law." 

"I'm glad you're working here," said the Mayor. 

The gaunt, elderly gentleman was last through the door. Dressed neatly in khakis, he had a full shock of white hair, with wire-rim glasses adorning his face. 

"Hello," he said, shaking Stan's hand. "I'm the school Principal. I hear you're from New York?" 

"Yes. I am." 

"I grew up in Buffalo. Attended Buff State College. Then got a job here as Principal. Been here ever since. Along with Doc Charles I'm one of the few people with a college degree around here. It's like being the one-eyed man in the land of the blind. 

Hi, Marsha. Glad to see you've landed on your feet." 

"Hello, Sir. Can't say I'm happy to see you. Brings back too many memories." She smiled. 

"Don't sweat it, dear," consoled the Principal. "There's a lot of water under the bridge. No hard feelings." And then to Stan, he added "Marsha didn't do so well in school. She tended to get into trouble." 

"Never cared fer school much." 

Stan ushered them into the sitting room. "Care for aperitifs, gentlemen?" Marsha served a dry vermouth -- per Stan's instructions, of course. Otherwise she'd have no idea what an aperitif was. Indeed, earlier that afternoon Marsha and the girls had rehearsed the entire meal, eating the food and sampling the drinks. That way they wouldn't be hungry and they'd know what was going on. 

"Have you ever had tapas, gentlemen?" 

"Can't say as I have," answered Chief. 

"I've heard of that," opined the worldly Principal. "But I don't really know what they are." 

"Tapas is a way of serving dinner," explained Stan. "Instead of an appetizer, entree, and dessert, what you get instead is a whole bunch of small plates. It's like a meal of appetizers. That way we can serve you a nine-course meal without you getting too full." 

"You're gonna give us a nine-course meal?" repeated the Mayor, unbelieving. 

"That's exactly right. Jemima has been working hard all day to make this for you. I hope you're hungry, and I hope you enjoy the food. 

"But the purpose of this game is not just to eat, but also to play a sex game with the servers. It is important that you follow the rules -- games are always more fun when you do. We will be attended by four hostesses hired especially for your pleasure. With each course you will be permitted to take certain liberties with them -- and also they with you. At the end of the evening you and your hostess have a private room, where you may behave as you wish with no rules. 

"Are you ready for the game?" 

"Bring it on," said the Chief. The others nodded. 

"So the first step is to assign lots. That will determine which girl you get at the end of the evening. Don't worry -- you'll get to play with all of them at some point. And you can trade girls with each other if you want later. But this gets us started." 

They used a deck of cards to assign the girls. The Chief got the first girl, the Principal the second, Stan came in third, while the Mayor brought up the rear. 

"And one more general rule. Since we'll be touching people in very personal places, it's important that we wash our hands before every course. There is a sink in the corner, so let's do that now." 

A large cloth covered the table, broad enough to hide any indiscretions that might occur underneath. Stan and the Chief sat at opposite ends of the long table. The Mayor and the Principal sat opposite each other in the middle. They were too far apart for comfortable conversation, but then that wasn't the point. 

"The first course is entitled Look But Don't Touch," Stan said. "You will be introduced to the hostess that corresponds to your number -- the one you will own for tonight. For this course you are not allowed to touch her. But you can talk to her, and we can talk about her. We will bring them in one at a time. 

"Marsha, please ask Miss BBW to come in." 

"Jamie!" said the Principal. "I'm surprised to see you here." 

Jamie, aka 'Miss BBW' carried her dish to the Chief. "Sir, my name is Miss BBW. Here is your first course. It is a shrimp cocktail. I will move my tail for you." She turned around and wiggled her butt at him. 

"I thought you were graduating in the May?" exclaimed the Principal. "I hope you haven't changed your mind?" 

"I still plan on graduating, Sir. But I need some extra money." 

"Are you old enough to be here?" asked the Chief. 

"I turned 18 last month, Sir. So the answer is yes." 

The Mayor questioned Marsha. "Do you think having Jamie here is a good idea?" 

Whatever Marsha may have thought, she'd lose a lot of money if Miss BBW backed out now. "We need the money. And Jamie will be the first person in our family to ever graduate from high school." 

"Not that it'll do her much good," muttered the Principal, under his breath. 

"So let's avoid calling people by their names," Stan intoned. "This young lady is Miss BBW. That stands for Big, Beautiful Woman." 

Short and plump described her better than big, though she'd be as fat as her mother in a few years. Also, while cute, beautiful didn't fit. Her face was plain, with an acne-scarred complexion. But now she radiated youth, and came with big tits and a big smile. She'd dressed in a modest skirt with a blouse buttoned to the collar, and pumps sporting two-inch heels. That, some cheap jewelry and too much makeup made her look sexy as hell. 

"Marsha, please show in Miss Meth." 

This time the Mayor couldn't control his surprise. "Diane! What is this, Marsha? Are you pimping out both your daughters?" 

"They're not prostitutes. They jes havin' fun at yer party," said Marsha, indignantly. 

The girl marched over to the Principal. "Sir, my name is Miss Meth. Here is your first course. It is a shrimp cocktail. And I will move my tail for you, Sir." She faced away and shook her bottom. 

"So these girls don't have the same dad? Who's Jamie's dad?" asked the Principal. 

"Al Dodd," answered Marsha, miffed. 

"And who's Diane's dad -- er, I mean Miss Meth's dad?" 

"Joe Ferguson," Marsha said softly, looking down. 

"Must run in the family," opined the Mayor. 

"So who gave you the Miss Meth moniker?" asked Chief. "It sure does fit." She probably spent one night a week in jail. 

"Mr. Stan did, Sir." True to the name, she'd already lost one of her front teeth. And she was skinny -- too skinny to be pretty. But barely 23 years old, possessed of a cute butt and nice hair, it'd be fun to sex her up. 

Miss Meth was the only woman in the lineup to wear pants -- tight-fitting jeans topped with a t-shirt. 

"Marsha, please show in Miss MILF." 

Miss MILF took her place next to Stan. "Hello, Sir. My name is Miss MILF. Here is your first course. It is a shrimp cocktail. I'm here to move my tail for you, Sir." She, too, did the little butt dance. 

"Hey, I know you!" said Chief. "You're the waitress over at the Diner. I get breakfast and coffee there a couple times a week." 

"Yes, Sir. I remember you. Though you're usually wearing your uniform there." 

Miss MILF wore her waitress attire from the Diner -- a simple, white dress, tailored at the waist with the hem at the knees. White tennies, a gold necklace, and some earrings completed the outfit. It charmed. 

"Your name's Terri -- isn't it?" She nodded, embarrassed. "Yeah, I remember from your nametag. I've often thought how much I'd like to screw you. Didn't think I'd get the chance. But I didn't know you had a kid. Who's the lucky dad?" 

"Stevie Jones. He's a loser, but my little boy is the light of my life. I'm doing this for him." 

"I'm sure he'll appreciate that," remarked the Principal, sarcastically. 

"And last but not least, Marsha, could you please show in Miss College Girl." 

A petite blond, stacked and with curves in the right places, walked in, delivering a plate to the Principal. 

"My name is Miss College Girl, Sir. Here is your first course. It is a shrimp cocktail. And I'm going to move my tail for you." She did the bunny hop. 

"Erin! I thought you were in college. What are you doing back in this podunk little hole?" asked the Principal. 

"I am in college, Sir. But my mother told me about this opportunity, and I do need some money. I'm not going to make a career of it. 

"Erin is among the few who actually graduated from high school and left this place. I didn't think I'd see her again. I gotta say, I'm surprised. 

"What are you majoring in?" 

"Communications, Sir. I want to get into sales." 

"Well, you're off to a good start," offered the Mayor, eyeing her lasciviously. 

The hostesses took seats next to their new masters, who finished their food. 

"Marsha," called Stan. "Please have the hostesses clear the table and prepare for the second course." 

Stan waited for them to leave the room. "Now gents, after you've washed your hands, instead of sitting, please stand behind your seats. 

"The second course is entitled Affectionate Touch. 

"Tapas is a Spanish custom, and usually includes Spanish food. That's mostly what we'll be serving today. When you greet a young lady, the Latin custom is to embrace her gently and kiss her on both cheeks. So that's what you'll be doing. Give her a light hug -- no full-body contact -- and then kiss her gently on both cheeks. Please let her initiate the hug. 

"The girls will walk around the room and greet each of you individually. As long as you're discreet, you can pat her on the butt as she walks away. 

"After the greeting a girl will sit next to you while you eat. You may touch her affectionately, but not intimately. You may stroke her hair and hold her hand. You may kiss or touch her cheeks. You may put your arm around her shoulders. She will show similar affection toward you. Please be a gentleman." 

The gents rose to wash their hands, and then stood in their assigned places. 

Marsha announced: "The hostesses will bring you paella, a Spanish rice dish. We hope you enjoy. 

Miss BBW took her dish to the Mayor, and put it down on his plate. "I am very happy to meet you, Sir. My name is Miss BBW. I will do my best to make you happy." She put her arms around his shoulders and offered her cheek for a kiss. Mr. Mayor embraced her waist, holding her a tad closer than was civil, and smooched her cheeks. They disentangled. 

The other girls did the same. Miss Meth was assigned to Stan. "I am very happy to meet you, Sir. My name is Miss Meth. I will do my best to make you happy." Stan kissed her cheeks. Her hair smelled of cigarettes. Her breath reeked of rotting teeth. What a skank, he thought, regretting that he'd hired her. 

Miss MILF introduced herself to the Principal, and Miss College Girl offered courtesies to the Chief. 

The girls then circled the room, personally introducing themselves to each of the guests. Stan enjoyed the greeting from Miss BBW. He could feel her tits against his chest. Miss MILF was his favorite. He got a hard-on just looking at her. Miss College Girl was the prettiest of the bunch, but also the most modest. The hug yielded no body contact whatsoever. 

But like all the other girls, she got a good parting pat as she walked away. 

Miss College Girl sat next to Chief, who clearly thought himself lucky. His hand rested against the nape of her neck, with fingers combing her hair. He ate with his other hand, occasionally feeding her a bite. She had her hand on his knee, gently stroking it. He leaned over to give her another peck on the cheek. 

"Marsha, please have the servers clear the dishes and prepare for the third course." The girls hopped to, and in a few minutes the table was cleaned and reset with fresh silverware. The men washed their hands. 

"The third course is entitled Getting Grabby. This time, when you greet your server you can give her a full body-contact hug -- cock to cunt as it were. Make sure she knows you're alive. And while she's sitting next to her you can touch her anywhere you want. 

"But -- and here are the rules -- your hands have to stay outside her clothes. You can't unbutton anything, nor can you move any clothing out of the way. And she won't spread her legs for you, either. You can kiss her, but keep your tongue to yourself. 

"This course is twenty minutes long. After ten minutes the girls will change places, so you'll have a chance to get grabby with another server. 

"Marsha, please ask the servers to bring in the third course." 

Miss Meth led the way. "The third course is Spanish meatballs, served on a bed of paella rice." 

She walked over to the Mayor. "Hello, Sir. My name is Miss Meth. The meatballs are hot and spicy. I am also hot and spicy. Please enjoy, Sir." 

The Mayor hugged her closely, his hands pushing her butt toward his cock. He didn't kiss her. I don't blame him, thought Stan. 

Miss BBW put the food down at Stan's place. "Hello," she curtsied. "My name is Miss BBW. The meatballs are hot and spicy. I am also hot and spicy. Please enjoy, Sir." 

Stan ground his cock hard against her. He did kiss her -- the tobacco odor hidden by cheap perfume. She tasted good. His hand reached for those big tits and started massaging. 

Her lipstick was all smudged when she sat down. Stan wiped his mouth clean with a napkin. His hand rested on her thighs as he ate his food, sharing a couple of bites with her. 

Chief looked happy with Miss MILF. How could he not be? He threw his arm around her, resting his hand on her breast. 

Marsha kept time. After ten minutes she rang a little bell and everybody stood up. The girls marched one place around the table. Miss College Girl succumbed to Stan's embrace. 

There was no room for modesty now. He pushed his hard-on as far into her as he could, while smashing his lips against hers. She wore a long skirt down to mid calf, but he supposed she had beautiful thighs. He explored them from knee to crotch -- as best he could while obeying the rules -- all the while squeezing her tits. 

Stan kissed her again as Marsha rung the bell a second time. "Marsha, please have the servers clear the tables in preparation for the fourth course." 

The men washed up while the ladies cleared and reset the table. When the were alone again, Stan gave instructions. 

"The fourth course is entitled Losing It. Each hostess will lose an article of clothing. It is your choice what it is -- any one piece of attire you want. We will go around the table, defrocking each one in turn. When it's your turn, please explain why you chose that piece of clothing. 

"You may touch your woman as needed to take off her clothing. Take your time. Removing her blouse, for example, may require some extended investigation of her bosom. But, apart from what you're removing, your hands have to stay outside of any other clothing. 




The Dinner Party



"She is not required to spread her legs for you." 

When all was ready, Stan gave the word: "Marsha, please have the servers bring in the fourth course." 

It was Miss MILF's turn to announce the dish. "This dish is potato croquettes filled with cheese. We hope you enjoy it." 

She then walked over to the Mayor and served him his food. "Hello Mr. Mayor. My name is Miss MILF. I want you to help me show off my body." 

Stan was happy with the luck of his draw. "Hello Mr. Stan. My name is Miss College Girl. I want you to help me show off my body." He debated what he should take off. 

The Principal got Miss BBW, and Miss Meth went to the Chief. 

"Since you have Miss BBW," Stan said to the Principal, "I guess you should go first. What are you going to take off, and why?" 

The Principal pulled his chair away from the table and had Miss BBW stand in front of him. "It's a little odd -- and a lot of fun -- stripping down one of my kids. I'm glad she's over 18. Are you shy, Jamie?" 

"No Sir. I'm not." Though her face belied her words. Marsha looked shellshocked. 

"Would you like to sit down, Marsha?" Marsha sat down in a chair along the wall. She looked ready to cry. 

But all eyes returned to Miss BBW. "Turn around so I can decide," ordered the Principal. He sized up her butt. He had her face him again. "I'll take off her blouse. She's got a beautiful bosom and we need to see more. 

It'll be easier if you sit on my lap." 

She did so, nervously. Her red, plaid blouse buttoned up the front, fastened it all the way up. The Principal put one arm around her waist to hold her close, sliding it under the blouse to rest against her cool skin. 

"Gotta get some cleavage here, fondling her tits as his hand moved to the top button. He undid the top three and spread the flaps. It was charming. Then he unfastened the remainder. "Get up and spin around." The flaps flew open. The Principal stood behind her, pulled the garment off her shoulders, embraced her by grabbing her breasts and shoved his dick against her butt. 

"Your turn, Chief," said Stan. "What happens to Miss Meth?" 

Chief eyed her thoughtfully, from head to toe. "Whaddaya think, Marsha. Jamie's lost her shirt. What should we do with Diane?" 

Marsha looked ready to kill him. "Jes take off her t-shirt," she scowled. 

"That was my idea, too. She's the only girl in the room with pants, so we'll let her keep those a bit longer. He, too, stood behind Miss Meth and slipped his hands under her shirt on her belly. Then he pulled her tight, her butt against his tool. The hands went to the breasts, lifting the shirt with them. He paused there for a minute before lifting it over her head. 

"She's got girly tits," said the Mayor. "I like that." 

"I'll go next," said Stan. "I got the prettiest girl in the room this round -- Miss College Girl. Wouldn't you all agree?" 

"Not sure," said Chief. "I like Miss MILF." 

"Whatever. One thing about College Girl is she sure is modest. Odds are she's got a beautiful figure, but it's kind of hard to see under all those clothes. Still, I think her thighs are probably to die for, so I'm going to take off her skirt." 

He sat down. "Come and stand between my legs, sweetie." She obeyed. He reached down and fondled her ankle, below the hemline. Slowly running his hands up the back of her calf, and then her thighs, he lifted the skirt to her butt. He pulled her toward him, forcing her to support herself by resting her bosom against his head. 

Stan took his time massaging her butt, letting one hand slide around to the front. He explored her crotch through the pantie, though she kept her legs tightly closed. 

"Step back and let me get a good look at you." He bunched the skirt together and raised it over her waist. Everybody could see her thighs and pantie-covered butt. He turned her around, undid the hook in the back, along with the zipper. It pooled on the floor and she stepped out of it. 

Her thighs were smooth, soft, and perfectly formed. He ran his fingers across the front and back. He felt ready to explode -- wanting to fuck her right then and there. 

"Enough," said Stan, reluctantly pushing her away. "It's your turn, Mr. Mayor, to defrock Miss MILF. Whatchya gonna do?" 

The Mayor studied her. "I agree with Chief. She's a beautiful woman. That dress is just super-sexy. You must get a lot of tips at the Diner, don't you Terri?" 

"I do OK." She smiled, shyly. 

"Well, I'm not gonna take off the dress. Not yet. So you know what that means, don't you, Terri?" 

She squirmed and looked at the floor. 

"Come on. Say it, Terri." 

"You're gonna take off my pantie." She blushed red. 

"That's right, Terri-girl. Now come over here and stand between my legs." He reached under the dress and fondled her butt and crotch. Eventually his hands got to the waistband. He let his fingers comb her pubic hair as he gradually pulled it down. The middle finger on his other hand traced her butt crack down to her asshole. "Not the time for that," he muttered. 

She squirmed, excited and embarrassed. 

The pantie fell to the floor. The Mayor stood up and grabbed the hem of her dress. He then put his arm around her waist, holding the hem up so that her bottom was completely exposed. 

"That's one beautiful ass," exclaimed the Chief, out of breath. 

"Yeah, I agree," said the Principal. The pussy's a charmer, too." 

She'd trimmed her bush. It looked neat and clean and ready for action. The Mayor couldn't resist copping another feel. 

Stan interrupted. "Marsha, please have the servers clear the table and prepare for the next course. 

"The fifth course is called Hidden Hands. That means you can hide your hands under her clothes. But you can't remove any of her remaining clothes, nor can you make anything more visible than it is already. No peeking! Also, except for your tongue, no penetration this round. 

And one more little benefit. The servers will spread their legs for you now. So enjoy!" 

"Bravo," said the Chief. "I thought we'd never get there." 

"This course will last for twenty minutes. We'll give you a few minutes to eat before the hostesses join you. 

"Marsha, please ask the servers to present the fifth course." 

The skirtless Miss College Girl introduced the meal. "This plate is tuna tartare served with Japanese eggplant." 

"What the hell is tuna tartare?" asked Chief, suspiciously. 

"Just go with the flow," suggested Stan. "If after a couple of bites you don't like it, then don't eat it. But give it a chance." 

Miss College Girl took her dish to the Principal. "Hello, Sir. My name is Miss College Girl. I enjoy getting a massage all over my body. Please don't be shy with me, Sir." 

The girl in the support bra delivered a plate to Stan. "Hello, Sir. My name is Miss BBW. I enjoy getting a massage all over my body. Please don't be shy with me, Sir." 

Likewise, the shirtless Miss Meth brought food to the Mayor, while Chief got his plate from the seductive Miss MILF. "Hey, am I a lucky guy, or what?" he said. 

The servers stood behind their masters while they ate. After a few minutes Marsha rang the bell, the table was quickly cleared, and the servers did what they were expected to do. 

They sat on their master's laps, legs akimbo. Most fetching was Miss MILF, instructed by Chief to spread her knees so wide it must've hurt, displaying her pussy to the world. The others momentarily ignored their own servers while admiring Terri's labia. That changed when Chief's hand got in the way. 

The Mayor had Miss Meth posed with one leg extended out to the right, while her left foot rested on the chair, so she could hug her knee. That stretched her pants across her privates to maximum advantage. But the Mayor was busy with his hands under her bra, feeling up those girly breasts. 

Stan had Miss BBW on his lap. He probably should've explored her tits, but somehow he wanted to go for the pussy. He had her spread her legs, and then he inserted his hand under the waistbands of both the skirt and her underwear. The elastic yielded easily, and soon he felt her wetness. He massaged lightly and the girl got glassy-eyed. 

"Hey, Marsha," shouted the Chief. "Looks like your daughter's getting her cunt waxed. And good, too. Whaddaya think of that?" 

Aww shuddup, asshole." 

"Watch your language, Marsha. I can put you in jail for that." He laughed. 

The Principal had Miss College Girl posed across his knees, as if he was going to spank her. And then she had to keep her knees apart so that he could reach between her legs to her pussy. He put his hand inside her pantie, so like Miss BBW she was getting a clit massage. 

The bell rang, the girls reassembled themselves and left to fetch the next course. 

"The sixth course is called Bosom or Butt. You will again be taking off some of your servers' clothes. You can leave them topless, i.e., showing off their bosom -- or bottomless, i.e., showing off their butt and pussy. But not both. 

"You can touch them as needed to take off their clothes. And as before, feel free to freely feel, i.e., take your time. Also, please let us know why you are making your choice. 

"Marsha, please present the sixth course." 

Miss BBW announced the dish. "This plate is baby back ribs, spiced with a raspberry and cinnamon glaze. Because it's so messy, we will give you time to eat before you get to play with us." 

She walked over to the Mayor. "Hello, Sir. My name is Miss BBW. I really want to lose some clothes. Can you help me?" 

The lady with pants approached Stan, saying "Hello, Sir. My name is Miss Meth. I really want to lose some clothes. Can you help me?" 

Similarly, Miss MILF delivered a plate to the Principal, while Chief got to strip Miss College Girl. 

"Yum! This is good," said the Mayor. "I've actually enjoyed all the food all evening, though honestly I haven't been paying too much attention. It's not the star of the show." 

"I agree," said the Principal. 

When they'd finished their portions Marsha rang the bell, the tables were cleared, and the men cleaned their hands so as not to soil the servers' clothes. 

"Alright, Mr. Mayor," proclaimed Stan. "You got Miss BBW, so that means you get to go first." 

"It's a no-brainer," said the Mayor. "I really got to see those tits. So I'm going to take off her bra." 

Nobody disagreed. 

Rather than just unhook it, the Mayor had Miss BBW sit on his lap straddling his hips. He inserted his hand under the cups from the bottom, massaging her nipples while gradually pushing the cups off the breasts. Only then did he reach behind her, undo the hooks and slide the straps off her shoulders. 

"Stand up so we can look at you," said the Mayor. She got off his lap and turned around. She really did have nice tits. In a few years they'd sag, but not yet. Firm, round, soft, big, and totally natural, they were the tits any man wants to play with. After a moment he spun her around facing him, pulling her between his legs and burying his face in the fleshy mounds. 

"Miss Meth is next in line," said Stan. "So that means it's my turn." He studied his Miss Meth carefully. 

"So I don't really like those pants. They're too tight to get your hands inside of them. Takes a lot of the fun out of it." 

"I agree," said the Mayor. "I had that problem last round. Not much you can do with them." 

"So I'm gonna go with the pants." 

"You're going to take off my pants?" complained Miss Meth, unhappily. 

"That's right, Missy. And your pantie, too. It's bottomless for you." 

"That's not what I was expecting." 

"Looks like Diane doesn't like to have her pussy stroked, Marsha," teased the Chief. "Did you raise her to be a good girl or something." 

Marsha sat silent, frowning, looking at the floor. 

"Come here and sit on my lap," Stan commanded. "And spread your legs. We need to do a feasibility study before making a decision." 

She sat down side-saddle, spreading her knees. Stan undid the buckle and reduced the zipper. "Now I can get my hands in there. Let's see if there are any surprises." 

"Maybe she's hiding a dick down there," offered the Mayor. 

"God, I hope not," answered Stan. He slipped his hand under her pantie and felt for the lower lips. "No. No dick. Sorry Mayor. You're outta luck. 

"There do seem to be some hygiene issues. Jeez! This girl stinks! 

"We're gonna have to clean you up before we go any further with you, lady." He didn't want to mess around with her pussy anymore, so he asked her to take off her own clothes. She obliged. 

"Well, she looks ok," commented the Principal. "Nice little tush. Too skinny for my taste. Though still fuckable." 

"OK, Mr. Principal. What's your verdict for Miss MILF?" 

"Doesn't look like I have much choice, does it. Given that she's already short her pantie, there's no way I can get her topless without leaving her bottomless. And that breaks the rules." 

"I think you're right," answered Stan. "Though I suppose she counts as bottomless already. You could leave her the way she is." 

"Are you kidding? No way. Sorry MILFy, but you're losing your sexy dress." 

It unhooked in the back and then slid off over her head. The Principal released the hook, but took his time with the sliding. He grabbed the hem and her thigh at the same time. Slowly, sensually, he moved his hands upwards, taking the hem along. He stopped at the hip, taking time to explore her tush and pussy. Stan only got a glimpse of either. But then the hem moved to the waist. 

"Hooo -- Wheee," whistled the Chief. "She is just one sexy girl." 

As the hem reached the bosom, the stretch marks from her pregnancy showed. "Not too bad," remarked the Mayor. "She definitely still has her figure." 

The bra turned out to be lacy pink, barely concealing pert, average-sized tits underneath. The Principal stopped to check that out, but then with some help from the girl herself, the dress was lifted off and discarded on the chair. 

The Principal pulled her close. "Oh jeez. Am I gonna fuck you, little girl. You're just too good to be true." 

"So what happens to Miss College Girl?" asked Stan. She stood skirtless behind the Chief. 

Chief considered. "The easiest'd just be to take off her pantie. That'd be fun, but I want to get her as naked as possible. So I vote for topless." 

"So you're taking off her shirt and bra, and leaving the pantie?" asked Stan. 

"Yeah. That'll work, won't it?" 

"Sure will." 

Chief motioned the bare-legged girl to sit on his lap. She wore a baggy sweatshirt that didn't accent her figure. "I bet she's beautiful. But I'll get this shirt off to find out. 

"Just to make it more fun, let's do this first." He reached up under the shirt with both hands and unfastened her bra. "Pardon me, gents, but I think I need to do a feasibility study, too. For all I know those tits are fake." His hands moved round to the front and pushed the bra out of the way. 

"They're not fake, gents. These are the real McCoy. Oh -- sorry Marsha. I didn't mean to insult you by the comparison." He pulled the bra back in place. With no further ado he lifted the shirt over her head and took it off. The unfastened bra still loosely covered her tits, but not enough to hide their beauty. He pushed the straps off her shoulders and let it fall away." 

The men were silent. In awe. 

"Do you bang your professors any?" asked the Principal. 

"None of your business." 

"I'm just saying you could make some real money doing that. Erin, you are beautiful!" 

"Marsha, please let the servers prepare for the seventh course," Stan ordered. 

The table had already been cleared, so the ladies picked up their clothes and left the room. 

"The seventh course is entitled Under the Table. 

"As you can see," continued Stan, "the tablecloth will cover a lot of sins. During this course your server will give you a blowjob. Please take a minute to prepare yourself so your server has access." 

All hands went below decks as belts were unbuckled, flies were opened, and cocks freed. 

"Marsha, please present the seventh course." 

Miss MILF -- now without her sexy dress -- announced the dish: "We present to you a chorizo, which is a spicy, Spanish sausage." She walked over to the Mayor and put the dish on his plate. "Hello, Sir. My name is Miss MILF. I hope you enjoy this spicy chorizo. I can't wait to taste your spicy sausage." She stood behind his chair. 

Miss Meth --wearing only a bra -- presented her plate to Chief. "Hello, Sir. My name is Miss Meth. I hope you enjoy this spicy chorizo. I can't wait to taste your spicy sausage." 

"Just my luck," said the Chief. "Does she have any diseases, Marsha?" Marsha ignored him. 

Topless Miss BBW claimed the Principal, while Stan hit the jackpot with the beautiful, pantie-clad Miss College Girl. 

"This round lasts fifteen minutes," announced Stan. "The rule is you need to finish your sausage." 

Marsha passed out a package of wet wipes to each girl. "So git unner the table, ladies. The sooner we start, the faster they'll cum." The girls got down on all fours, disappeared behind the tablecloth and crawled between the knees of their masters. Stan watched as Erin's tight little ass disappeared from view. 

Presently he felt hot breath against his cock. It jumped to attention. 

The Chief's eyes got wider. The Principal took off his glasses. 

Stan's tool throbbed against her face as she started kissing him. And then licking him. 

"Remember," Stan said, while he was still able to speak. "You have to finish your chorizo. That's the rules." He wasn't hungry, but he stabbed it with his fork and managed to take a bite. 

He felt her suck on the tip of his cock. 

The Mayor's eyes went glassy. The Principal tried to concentrate on the sausage. 

The Chief had given up on the sausage. He moved like he was humping her face. One of his hands had disappeared under the table. 

Miss College Girl took Stan's dick halfway down. He, too, started humping. Unconsciously he reached for her head to push it down his shaft. 

The Principal started to grunt, and then shout. Stan closed his eyes and pushed his tool as far down College Girl's gullet as he could. The Mayor swallowed a bite of sausage. 

"Oh God," moaned the Chief. "Here it comes. I can't believe this." He practically jumped up and down in his chair, completely impervious to his surroundings. 

Stan almost passed the inevitable point. But he decided he didn't want to shoot his wad -- not this way. He backed his dick out of her throat. 

"Oh, Oh... Oh." Miss Meth must've just swallowed a whole lot of cum. Chief had that look of ineffable relaxation. 

Marsha rang the bell. Miss College Girl's mouth pulled away, leaving Stan bloody horny. But that was his fault.. A minute later he felt a cool wet wipe as she cleaned him up. 

She with the beautiful thighs crawled out from under the table. He put his organ away and zipped up. 

Miss Meth was a sight to behold as she emerged. Cum dripped from the corners of her mouth. Apparently she'd backed off just before the final thrust, only to get cum in her eyes and hair. 

"Looks like a whore, don't she, Marsha?" said Chief, smiling. 

"She ain't no whore. Watch who you call a whore, buster." 

"I gotta say," continued Chief, "you trained her well. She sure knows how to suck cock." He borrowed a wet wipe and cleaned himself up. "Whew. That felt good!" 

"Marsha, please ask the girls to clear the table and prepare for the eighth course." 

Only the Mayor had finished his chorizo. And only the Chief had cum. 

"The eighth course is entitled Buck Naked," Stan intoned. "That means just what it suggests -- you'll be removing any clothes they still have on. You can even take off their jewelry if you want to. But let them keep their shoes. 




The Dinner Party



"Let's keep this one short. Eat your food and then strip your girl. We can get this done in five minutes. 

"Marsha, please have the servers present the eighth course." 

"It's a fruit plate, gents. S'posed to clean the pilot." 

"She means cleanse the palate," muttered Stan, under his breath. 

The servers all marched in and presented bowls of fresh fruit and cream. 

After eating, Stan removed Miss BBW's skirt and pantie. 

The Mayor took off Miss Meth's bra. 

The Principal relieved Miss College Girl of her pantie. 

And Chief freed Miss MILF's breasts from her pink-lace brassiere. 

The girls all stood in a row, naked, while the men got out their phones and took pictures. 

"Hey. It's not fair," complained Jamie (aka Miss BBW). "We're all naked, but Mama still has her clothes on. She should be naked, too." 

Diane (Miss Meth) nodded vigorously. "Yeah, Mama. How come we gotta go through all this shit and you get off scot free?" 

"I'm with them," chimed in Chief. "We oughta strip and fuck you like we do the rest of 'em." 

"I'm not fucking that old hag," said the Mayor. 

Marsha looked to Stan for guidance. "You don't have to do it because it's not part of our agreement. But you can do it if you want to. There's a robe in the closet over there that you can wear after we've had a look at you." 

"If you don't do it, then don't be askin' me no favors," said Diane, angrily. 

Apparently that threat meant something. Marsha stared at her daughter, a if to make sure she was serious. It seems she was, for the old lady reached behind and unhooked her one-piece, Salvation Army dress. She pulled that off over her head. 

That left her in a bra and panties. The bra got taken off first, followed by the panties. She made no effort to seduce. "Ta da" she said. "Are you happy now?" 

Actually, she didn't look as bad as Stan expected. Her tummy was distended from the pregnancies, and she was overweight. But she still had clear skin and a well-shaped butt. Not fuckable, thought Stan, but at least not disgusting. 

Marsha marched over to the closet to fetch the robe. Newly clad, she awaited instructions. 

"Marsha, please have the servers prepare for the last course." 

The naked girls cleared the table and returned to the kitchen. 

"The last course is entitled Just Desserts. You will be given a finishing sweet, which you can enjoy with your girl. She'll sit next to you. Once we're done eating, we'll retire to the sitting room for an after dinner drink. After that you can mix your own drinks. This course will last for as long as you want it to. 

"There are very few rules for this course. Please behave like a gentleman while sharing your dessert. Your girl will be dressed in a nightgown. Leave it alone for the moment. 

"Once we're in the sitting room, it's up to you if you want your girl dressed. You can have her naked if you prefer. The girls will enjoy the after dinner liqueur, but after that they are permitted only one additional drink. 

"Your girl is the one assigned by lot at the beginning of the evening. She is your sex slave until tomorrow noon. You may lend her out, perhaps in trade for somebody else's girl. But she belongs to you. 

"While your girl can be naked, you must remain dressed in the sitting room. If you want to get more intimate you can take the girl to your room, where there are no rules. 

"Any questions?" There were none. 

"Marsha, can you please serve the last course." 

Naked Miss BBW introduced the dish. "This is dulce de leche. It is sweet and refreshing." 

Miss BBW walked over to Chief. "Hello, Sir. My name is Miss BBW. I will be your faithful sex servant tonight." Chief looked a little disappointed. 

Miss BBW modeled the one-piece nightgown that all the girls would wear. It extended to mid thigh. It tied around the collar -- release that tie and her tits would hang out. She wore no underwear. Miss BBW's color was baby blue. 

Miss BBW carried two desserts. One she put in front of Chief, and the other was for her. She sat down in the chair next to him. 

Miss Meth served the Principal. "Hello, Sir. My name is Miss Meth. I will be your faithful sex servant tonight." Miss Meth's color was yellow. 

Miss College Girl attended to the Mayor. Her color was pink. 

Finally, Miss MILF was Stan's slave. She came outfitted in green. 

They all sat next to their masters. The food was good. 

As they adjourned to the sitting room, the Principal had a request. "Stan, I was wondering if we could trade girls for awhile. Miss Meth is not to my liking. I think she needs a bath." 

Stan had thought himself lucky to have landed Miss MILF. She was his favorite girl. But he realized that Meth didn't work as a sex slave -- at least not until he'd straightened her up. "You can have MILF for a couple of hours. But I want her back later tonight." 

Stan took Miss Meth roughly by the arm. "You need a shower young lady. Come with me." He marched her to a guest bathroom down the hall. "Strip off that gown," he ordered, as he turned on the shower. He undressed himself. 

He pulled the naked lady into the shower and started lathering her up. He soaped under her arms, her tits, and her feet. Then he got busy with the stinky parts. He used a washcloth to clean her anus (yuck). His fingers scrubbed her labia, clit, pubic hair and crotch. She was polished to a shine. 

"You gotta wash your hair yourself." He handed her the shampoo and shoved her under the water, her back to him. He grabbed the condom from the soap rack (supplies are prepositioned in a harem) and put it on. No way I'm doing this skank bareback, he thought. He put it on while she lathered up. 

Her eyes were closed to keep the soap out. He spun her round, shoved her against the wall, pushed her legs apart, and in one swift motion rammed his rod up her cunt -- all the way to the hilt. 

How lucky is that? he thought. 

She let out a shriek -- whether from pain/surprise/pleasure he couldn't tell. Didn't matter now. He made sure soap got in her eyes so she'd keep them closed. Lifting her by the butt, he pinned her against the wall at an optimal height for humping. 

He started slow, pleased to feel she was wet. 

Once he had the rhythm, he pounded her shudderingly hard. smashing his hips into hers with as much force as he could muster. His lips found hers -- he pushed his tongue inside. He required one hand to hold her in position, but the other he used to knead her breast. Not gently. 

It took him about two minutes to cum. Actually, he wanted to deposit his first wad into Miss MILF, but that was not to be. He'd have to do her later, for sure. 

"Rinse your hair." She stepped again under the shower. 

He got dressed while she dried her hair. 

"Where are my clothes?" she asked. 

"Don't worry. You don't need them." 

"Whaddaya mean I don't need them? I can't go around naked." 

"Sure you can. And if you want to get paid, you will. I want you naked." She looked ready to cry. "Come'on. Don't start crying. Every other girl's gonna be naked. Everybody's already seen you anyway. Buck up. 

"Is it worth losing a thousand dollars?" 

She pulled herself together. Hand on her butt, he escorted her back to the sitting room. 

Miss MILF and the Principal weren't there. Neither were the Mayor or Miss College Girl. That figured. All the good girls are taken, thought Stan. The Chief, holding a drink, sat next to the clothed Miss BBW. He looked four sheets to the wind. 

"I'll trade you Diane for Jamie," suggested Stan. 

"What'd I do that for?" Chief slurred. 

"Just to make me happy. I already fucked Diane. See. I cleaned her up good. I even got her naked for you." 

"Sew yu wanna screw Marshi's girls? Huh?" 

"Something like that?" 

"Whaddaya think, Marsh? Should I led him scrue Jamie?" 

"Can't hurt," said Marsha, from the far corner of the room. "You sure ain't doin' it." 

They made the trade. 

Stan stripped her naked and took Miss BBW to his room. He used her bosom as a pillow. His hand rested in her crotch. He fell asleep. 

By two in the morning the sitting room was empty. Marsha straightened up a bit, turned off the lights, and went to bed. 

Stan gave Jamie a good, hard screw.



The Dinner Party



Without a word Miya slithered off his lap and positioned herself between his legs. He quickly unzipped his pants, somewhat relieving the pressure. He was indeed very hard. Miya’s eyes danced as his erection sprang free. She grinned up at him as she took him into her hands. Without pause her graceful tongue bestowed a warm and very wet lick along his entire length. He groaned loudly at the feel of her moist tongue.

Autumn, who couldn’t seem to tear her eyes from the couple for any length of time, whispered, "I want to watch." 

Anthony grinned. She had read his mind. He grabbed her by the hand, when she stood her dress fell around her waist. She stepped out of it and was led to the small sofa where Ethan was. Autumn sat next to him, through half closed eyes he saw the naked woman watching. Though he seemed lost in feel of Miya’s talented tongue and lips, he stunned everyone by pulling Autumn’s mouth to his and kissing her fully. He darted his tongue into her mouth causing her to moan pleasurably. 

When he pulled away from her, Autumn’s eyes were wide with wonder, with excitement and with hunger. Something new had been unleashed in her and now she wanted to experience every sensation she possibly could. 

While Autumn’s eyes drank in the sight of Miya’s mouth glide skillfully along Ethan’s impressive cock, Anthony donned the same position as Miya had. Kneeling between Autumn’s legs, he let his tongue travel up her thighs. She sighed approvingly but her eyes never once leaving Miya’s mouth. Suddenly the feel of Anthony’s warm tongue washed over her. She groaned and fell back against the arm of the sofa; the display she had watched so intently just seconds before were momentarily forgotten. Her eyes closed while his tongue bathed her, lapping her drenched slit. When he darted his tongue around and over her extremely sensitive clit she shivered so violently, he thought she was going to cum right there.

Miya tried the best she could to see Anthony’s face buried between Autumn’s legs. She moaned and Anthony responded in kind. Both were aware of what they were doing to Autumn and Ethan and what they were doing to each other as well. They reveled in the mental game they played by physically indulging in another person’s body. They gave pleasure to an outsider to bring pleasure to each other. 

Ethan’s hips began to piston rapidly and his breath came in hard, labored gasps. He was so close. Oh god, so very close indeed. And as much as he wanted to cum in her mouth, he forced her to stop. "You’re going to make me cum, Miya." She groaned around him, wanting both to taste him but also wanting to ride his thick cock. 

Anthony and Autumn provided the distraction needed. Ethan heard Autumn all but whimpering and he watched as she writhed next to him. There was a thin veil of perspiration on her beautiful body. Miya slipped Ethan from her mouth and now used her hand to stroke him slowly. All eyes were on the young girl thrashing next to them.

"Oh god yes," she nearly hissed as again Anthony used his thick fingers inside her. Gone were the slow and methodical movements from earlier in the kitchen. Now he drove his fingers in and out of her quickly and roughly. Suddenly her eyes flew open, wide and frantic. "Oh my god! Yes! I’m cumming baby!" She clawed at the sofa arm and her body quivered. Her body tensed, her back curving and bowing sharply as Anthony used his tongue to carry her even higher. Her jumbled and chaotic cries filled the house. 

Ethan watched as the girl came so very hard. Though, as she did, he thought to himself, "This is unreal!" But he certainly had no intentions of stopping. Surreal as it might be, it was by far the hottest act he’d participated in. He loved every minute of it and could only hope more would follow.

As Autumn began to drift back to earth Anthony lapped slowly at her. They all watched her body shudder with after-tremors. When her breathing slowed, and her body no longer trembled, he sat back on his knees and smiled at her. His approval was obvious. 

Anthony looked to Miya who was also beaming. For a brief moment, the façade slipped away. The two long-time lovers felt the passion swell between them; drawing them together long enough to share an impassioned kiss. The sweet taste of Autumn on his lips only fueled the impending storm within Miya.

Both Ethan and Autumn overlooked the kiss. Each only seeing it in its rawest form: two people caught up in the heat of the moment. Neither could fully appreciate the profound emotional value of what had just happened.

Driven by his youthful ignorance and desire for physical pleasures, Ethan made a sound expressing his apparent approval of the kiss. Miya’s fingers tightening slightly around the rock hard cock in her hand as Anthony kissed her.

Oh, the thoughts that ran through everyone’s minds!

As if Anthony sensed the crowds hunger for more, he stood and unzipped his pants. His own erection sprang forward. Miya uttered a quiet, "Ooh." Autumn’s eyes gleamed and she licked her lips. Sliding off the sofa, Autumn kneeled in front of Anthony and simply grinned up at him. And to Miya’s great pleasure, she watched as Anthony held Autumn’s head with one hand, and the other he gripped his shaft and began to feed himself into Autumn’s pretty little mouth. The four-some reveled in this act. Each made small noises of pleasure and approval as the girl swallowed every bit of Anthony’s cock until his balls were against her chin.

Ethan pulled Miya to him and turned her around so that she was facing away from him. He held her by the hips and began to lower her downward. She reached down playfully and gripped him, running the head along the wetness of her slit and stopping just at her entrance. Both felt the large head begin to glide easily inside her, slowly penetrating her. When she let go of him, she gasped loudly as his strong hands forced her hips back. With one forward thrust, every inch of him entered her. Roughly and quickly he was buried inside of her. She gasped for breath as the large cock invaded her. But he gave her no time to become accustomed to his thick cock, but stretching her in an instant to accommodate his girth. His hips rocketed forward and his fingers dug into her flesh as he pulled her back against him. 

"Ride me, Miya," he said breathlessly. He was beyond slow and sensual; he wanted to fuck her hard and fast. 

Miya’s body took over. Her hips matched Ethan’s rhythm, quickly rocking back and forth, crashing hard against each other. Her mind reeled. She loved feeling him gliding in and out of her and seeing Anthony ramming his cock in and out of Autumn’s mouth. He held her by the hair and was driving into her mouth hard. She noticed Autumn gag once as he plunged deeply. The girls tits bounced each time his hips would forcibly thrust forward. 

Miya drank it all in. The sensations of being filled to the hilt: Ethan’s cock fucking her much the same way as Anthony did Autumn’s mouth. Each man pounding hard, propelling themselves into the wet warmth of each woman. Each woman being filled, invaded, taken hard and loving it.

Ethan brought his legs together; Miya used her hands on his knees for balance as she rode him fiercely. From behind Ethan watched her warm tight pussy swallow him. Her juices made his shaft glisten and gleam. In front of her, Anthony began to groan from deep in his throat. Miya knew that sound and it gave her gooseflesh to hear it now. He was going to cum. Oh yes, he was just about there. She saw the perspiration beginning to form on his brow; the tendons in his neck began to strain.

One hand was still entangled in Autumn’s pretty red hair, he looked down at her and all but growled, "Here it comes Autumn. Oooh, yes!" 

Miya watched as if in slow motion, the way Anthony retreated from Autumn’s mouth. Miya noticed how his cock shined with her saliva as he gripped it with his free hand. Stealing a glance at Miya, he pumped it, then turning back to Autumn, he erupted violently on her lips. She opened her mouth and lapped at him. He came so hard his body shook. Wave after wave coursed over him, he felt as though he would never stop. His head fell back and he let out a guttural animal-like sound so deep it seemed to reverberate through out the house. Autumn oooh’d at him, as he emptied himself on to her face. His warm seed on her lips, tongue and cheeks. She could feel it begin to run down her chin and drip on her tits.

It was all Miya could handle. Hearing Anthony hit his peak and seeing Autumn’s face bathed with his cum; Ethan was groaning and still slamming into her. The force of his hips wracked her body, making her tits bounce and sway. She could hold back no longer. Miya felt that familiar sensation wash over her, like a star bursting deep within her and thundering through out her universe. As she cried out, she heard her own voice but it sounded far away and strange in her own ears. Just before she threw her head back, and gave into her climax, she saw both Anthony and Autumn grinning at her.

"Cum Miya," was all she heard, but she wasn’t sure who said it. Miya lost herself. She was ascending higher into the heavens, everyone forgotten. The intensity of the moment was completely overwhelming. She was powerless to stop the raging tempest inside her. Caught in the flood of emotions, her orgasm surged through her like a tidal wave crashing upon the shore and washing away everything in its path. 

Ethan had been driven to the brink as Miya hit the height of her orgasm. Her contracting muscles tightened around his cock, milking him and suddenly, there was no coming back. His body shuddered from head to foot and he emitted a throaty growl as he came.

Anthony, who was now kneeling beside Autumn, watched in silent awe as their glistening bodies quaked; their chests heaved with each ragged gasp for air as Ethan and Miya tried desperately to regain some kind of control. Anthony loved the way a few wisps of Miya’s dark and wild hair clung to her beautiful face. Although Miya kept her eyes closed, he knew she could feel everyone’s gaze upon her. She seemed to be indulging in the great command of attention she had. 

Seeing her in the throes of passion had always been a great pleasure for Anthony, and this was no exception. But now, as she opened her eyes and looked at him, he saw a veritable wealth of love and adoration. The immense satisfaction, the look of perfect ecstasy in her eyes, let him know that this very moment had been the reason for the weeks of careful planning. Suddenly the wall of their charade came crashing down. They could no longer hide the true nature of their relationship. Like a moth drawn to a flame, each was being pulled into the other, leaning forward, and kissing more deeply than ever. For a brief second, their souls soared as one. 

The sound of Autumn clearing her throat softly jolted them back to reality. When they pulled away from one another, Anthony and Miya were prepared for hurt-filled eyes, or angry faces. Instead what they saw were amused but slightly bewildered smiles watching them. Miya glanced at Anthony, and winked at him, knowing the rest of the night would be limited only by their imaginations.