4 comments/ 78638 views/ 15 favorites The Lieutenant's Wife By: sharedhousewife My husband had been addicted to Korean spas since he was assigned as a young lieutenant at Yongsong prior to my joining him in country. I was just a young woman at twenty years of age and not worldly. After I arrived and got settled in our apartment, the first thing he wanted to do was drag me to a spa. I didn't really want to go. I was really disappointed when he told me that my birthday present was a day at the spa. I felt like he really got a present for himself, after hearing all about the young gals who gave him blowjobs or handjobs during his massages. I really didn't want some strange woman rubbing my privates. The day after my birthday he took me to the Korean spa on the base. The place was nicer than I thought it would be. There was cheerful lighting and despite the narrow hallways it seemed like a nice homey place. It smelled wonderful like mint and jasmine. Most of the rooms were segregated by gender. The staff whisked you from room to room doing all kinds of things, wrapping you in leaves, soaking you in mud, putting hot stones on your back; I was having a blast. My masseuse asked me to soak in a small sauna. There I was getting all sweaty when my attendant turned to me and asked, "Would pretty lady like her boji waxed?" I had no idea what she meant, and she must have recognized my dilemma when she pointed to my neatly trimmed bush and said, "No hair, make real smooth". I had never been waxed up to that time, so I said why not. There was a switch next to the door that was used to call another attendant. My masseuse flicked it. After a few moments a rosy cheeked girl came to assist us. Most of these places employed local Korean women, so I could see that she was nervous to talk to me, likely assuming I only spoke English. She turned to my masseuse and after a brief exchange in Korean I was following her out of the room. The attendant didn't bother to try not to snicker. It must have been funny for her to see me try to fit my large breasts and round ass into the little made for skinny Korean girls towel I was provided. After I was somewhat decent I was led down the long narrow hallway to a new room. The attendant told me very slowly and very loudly to wait here. The room was very small and only had a massage table and various beauty supplies and scented lotions. I clung to my towel and hopped on the table. I was thinking about my husband in another room getting his cock massaged by a young Korean girl, when the door opened and I was surprised to see a man standing before me. He was handsome, very strong angular features. He stood about 5'9", the few grey hairs he had showed despite youthful looks he might be in his early 40s. He smiled at me and I smiled back. "Are you feeling comfortable?" he asked me in broken English. I nodded my head. I could feel all the blood in my cheeks and I knew I must be blushing. I could feel his eyes on my body as he asked, "What type of wax do you want?" I shyly pointed at my crotch, which was covered by the towel. It wasn't that being nude was embarrassing, it was I was nude in front of a stranger in a strange foreign country. "No need to be shy," he said, "Lie on your back please." I awkwardly maneuvered myself and my too small towel into the position he desired. It was by some miracle that I didn't expose myself. "Let's get started," he said as he abruptly yanked my towel to my navel leaving my goodies out in the open. "How old are you? He asked, as he powdered me like a infant. "Twenty", I said, "my birthday was yesterday." "Happy birthday!" He said, as he used a wide Popsicle stick to smear hot wax on my pubic mound. "Thanks!" "Did you get what you wanted?" He said, as he put a strip of cloth on the patch. I was about to answer, when with no warning at all, he sadistically yanked that cloth with all the power he had. I don't know if it was the shock of the experience or the pain, but all I could remember next was the smell of a strong scent. Something like tiger balm and Indian food. I jolted back in to consciousness and I was still lying on my back. "This blonde lady's first time? It all over now!" I didn't answer him and swung my legs over and onto the floor to inspect his handy work. I was clean as a whistle and bare as the day I was born. "Would you like massage now?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and got back on the table. "Lay on stomach please." His hands wandered down my back working various muscles, most of which were only tense because of the abuse my happy patch had previously endured. His hands moved from the small of my back to my hips and curiously over my round behind and the back of my thighs. I had never had a massage before, so I thought nothing of it until he raised my towel giving him a full view of my ass. He slowly massaged my thighs. Color rushed to my face, I was completely embarrassed by how aroused I was by this stranger touching me. His hands were rubbing my bare hips and my pussy was pulsating with want. I knew I shouldn't be allowing this man, who was most likely old enough to be my father, carry on the way he was. Of course I could see why he couldn't help it. He said most of the women he saw were older, then here I come, fresh and barely legal with my blonde hair, huge breasts and round ass. Why not let the poor guy cop a feel, it wasn't like I wasn't enjoying myself, and my husband was probably getting sucked off by now by some young Asian girl. "Would lady turn over now?" He asked. I complied silently. He was a muscular man, and his khakis weren't doing to good a job of hiding his arousal. He began to work the front of my thighs under my towel; my skin tingled with his touch. The terrycloth was torture against my aroused nipples. His hands ventured to my inner thighs and began inching closer and closer to my labia. The closer he got, the more excited I became. To my disappointment, he withdrew his hands from under my towel and began to massage my lower legs. After working on my feet and toes, he began the long journey back to the trunk of my body. "You very pretty down there," He said, breaking the long silence we shared. I didn't know what to say, but I found myself saying, "Thanks!" I tried not to look at his obvious erection and turned my head to the Korean paintings on the wall. I knew he must be enjoying how red my face had become. His strong hands were at the top of my thighs and I tried to hold in a gasp of shock as his finger lightly ran up my wet pussy lips. My whole body reacted as if his finger was made of lightening. He laughed and brought his finger to his mouth. "Taste good too!" He cooed. "First time taste American GI's woman." This was when I was supposed to be a responsible person and scream bloody murder, but I was 20 and in a foreign country and very naïve. Not to mention what was the use of saying 'No' at this point, my body was screaming 'Yes' louder than my mouth ever could. I said nothing and he took the silence as consent and returned his hand to my pussy. He slowly and gently rubbed his fingers along my lips and clit and my hips instinctively moved with his rhythm. I tried to keep quiet. For all I knew, these walls were paper thin. I must have been doing a lousy job because I found his hand covering my mouth as his other hand diddled me. He removed it and made the universal "shh" gesture. I smiled shyly. He switched his hands, letting me taste myself. He seemed pretty pleased with the image. He withdrew his hand from me and motioned for me to swing my body to the side of the table. I obediently did as told, still holding my towel in place. He seemed amused by my shyness. He placed his hand on mine and slowly moved it to the side of my body along with the towel. My bare breasts finally exposed to him. He raised an appreciative eye brow. "Never see any as big as yours!" "I hear that a lot," I said shyly. He took my breast in hand softly cupping them and began to kiss on suck my already taunt nipples. I was pretty glad he wasn't making the usual asinine pillow talk, saying something about me tasting like fish, or saying how my dark tanned skin against his pale skin was arousing. He was putting his lips to much better use. He began to kiss the valley of my breasts and chest. I giggled as his kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear. "What's your name?" he whispered. "Donna," I purred back. He continued to kiss and tease my neck, which drove me wild. I wrapped my long legs around him and rested my arms on his shoulder. I could feel his hardness up against my clit. His mouth almost devoured my nipples. As he kissed them, I ran my fingers through his thick silky hair. He pulled away from his nibbling so his lips could return to my full breasts. He gently guided one of my hands to his cock. He was massively bigger than my husband. I started to have second thoughts. What I was doing was crazy. At any moment someone could walk through that door. Hell my husband could walk through that door. I was engaging in total insanity. "You're pretty big!" Every place on my body his mouth touched burned like it was on fire. His lips crept down my body as I rested my elbows on the table my legs still in the air. "You're so cute here," He said. Before I could return the compliment, he buried his face in my crotch, breathing in my scent as he flicked his tongue over my opening. I bit my lip in an effort to stop my moans. I never felt so sensitive and responsive to oral. Perhaps this is what everyone was going on about with waxing. My thighs had his head in a soft but powerful grip as his powerful hands gripped my hips, which undulated helping his tongue massage my wet pussy. I couldn't even make a sound. I don't even think I was breathing. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. My back arched, and all my blood rushed to the top of my skin. I cupped my own breasts as pleasure hit my body in waves, making my every limb pulsate. I had never actually cum like this before. This was a whole new reality that I'd never experienced. When my body stopped shaking I stared up at the ceiling confused and amazed. He began to kiss his way up from my pussy, past my tummy stopping to pay respect to each breast before he found my neck again. I couldn't believe the words that came from his lips. "Can you do something for me?" To answer him, I clumsily lifted myself to face him and began fumbling with his belt. After a small battle with the buckle, I unzipped his trousers and eagerly relieved him from his pants. My eyes widened in anticipation. He was indeed a very big boy. I couldn't wait to sample him. I hopped off the table leaving my towel behind. Before I could kneel, he bent down and placed his lips on my forehead. He was a lot taller than I first thought. I guess because I had on no shoes and he did. I was intoxicated by his sharp and sophisticated cologne. "Can you swallow all in?" he whispered in my ear. This was something I always liked to hear, obviously not because of it's romantic undertones , but I loved to hear the gasp of shock when I actually complete the task. I knelt before him and took him in my hands. It was really thick and warm. He was uncut and glorious. It was a treat to hear him moan softly as I wet his cock by licking and kissing his head and shaft. As I worked his shaft with my left hand and caressed him with my right, I looked up at his pleasured expression. I slowly took him into my mouth, widening the back of my throat and letting him slide into me until my nose was resting on his belly. I couldn't see his face but I'm sure it was priceless. I ravished him in my usual energetic and enthusiastic fashion, loving his cock throbbing and pulsating in my throat. "Slow down, I don't want to cum!" I didn't want that, at this point I was crazed with arousal. I wanted him to take me, pain or no pain. I obliged him and slowly worked his cock with my hands as I flicked, kissed and sucked his head. I never had a man of his girth up to that time. The thought of him inside me scared me but excited me more. The more excited I became, the more I ravished his cock. He pulled away and took my breasts in his hands, I guessed at what he wanted and leaned into his erection. It was amusing to see the head of his cock disappear and reappear between my cleavage with every thrust. "You like my cock?" For an answer, I sucked it into my mouth and felt him throb. "Turn around and show me your boji," he commanded. I gave his cock one last kiss before I bent over the table. He gave my ass a playful pat as I spread my legs a little wider to give him a good view. He spread my glistening wet lips with his thumbs. I wondered if he was admiring me or his own handy work. He let go and I could hear his pants fall to the floor. The signature sound of a condom being opened. After he put it on, he began to rub his stiff cock on my wet pussy. I was nervous but wanted him inside me. Gently he pushed himself inside me. My body tensed as my vagina tried to accept him. His girth felt like he was pushing my limits. I had never felt so full, it hurt, but in the best possible way. "GI wife fucking tight, " he growled lustfully, "Can you take all in?" THE REST IN!, I thought , before I could convey my alarm, he was attempting to thrust himself inside me. I let out a pathetic whelp of discomfort. "Too much?," He asked, with his face buried in my soft dark tresses, " Hop on table." He withdrew from me so I could honor his request as he guided my body into the desired position. I faced him with my legs wrapped around him again. I felt extremely shy as he looked into my eyes. I hid myself in his chest. I ran my fingers through his salt and pepper hair. He melted into me slowly, moving in rhythm with each other. My back arched in pleasure and I found myself on my back with my legs against his body. I could tell he loved my tight young pussy gripping his cock. I was almost at the height of arousal as he pumped his throbbing member as deep as he could inside me, when he abruptly stopped to flip me over. He slammed his hard cock deep inside me. I couldn't even make a rational thought let alone a sound. He grabbed my towel with was still underneath me by both ends making it taunt against my underside forcing all of him inside me. He did this with such force that it raised my entire body with each thrust, making a satisfying "slap". He grunted with pleasure and effort, I could feel the sweat from his brow falling on my back. "You like fucked hard," He said, between grunts. I could tell he was saying this more for himself than actually inquiring about my likes and wants, so I let my moans answer. I could feel another orgasm building up and his tempo quickened. I held my breasts in my hands and lay my head on the table taking his pumps and moaning with pleasure. The first wave hit and my back arched. He let go of the towel and ran his hands up my body and firmly gripped my breasts. I felt weak with pleasure and he pressed my body against his still pumping his fat cock in me. He must have been near his peak as well. I think the sensation of me cumming all over his cock did it for him. I could feel his body go rigid as his cock pumped his jism into the condom. He held me close as he rocked with his orgasm. When he let go, I floated back onto the table; spent but extremely satisfied. He withdrew slowly making sure not to spill his semen. "I'll be right back," he said, stroking my soft hair. He adjusted himself and pulled his pants back on. He held me close to him, brushing my hair back so he could kiss my shoulder. "Don't go anywhere, okay?" I nodded and wrapped my towel around me. He gave my ass a playful slap, before walking out the door. I waited a moment before I peeked my head into the hallway. When I saw he was nowhere to be found, I dressed and got my ass back to the sauna where my husband was. I would have run, but the experience left me so sore I was penguin walking by the time I got back to him. "Shit, took you long enough!" he noticed my hobble and shook his head approvingly. "What the hell took you so long?" he asked. "Nothing," I said. As I waited for Scott to finish his soak, I reminisced about my pussy lips being bent in and then stretched out as my masseur's huge cock pumped in and out of me. He was so big that I felt like I was going to be split open, when he got my legs and put them on his shoulders so that he could pump in even deeper. I was out of control, moaning, crying, all I can remember is that I just kept moaning, "ohhh fuck me, just fuck me!" I was so out of it that I didn't even try to stop him, when I felt him slow his thrusts and the throbbing of his cock that signaled that he was about to come inside of me. I felt his finger at my asshole, it was so wet with the juices that he easily shoved a finger inside making me scream as my pussy squeezed around his massive shaft. Then with a huge shove, he fell against me as we cried out together and he shot his hot cum inside of his condom. "Sarang Heyo!" GI's horny wife. The rest is kind of like a dream. When my husband was ready to go, I was scared, but determined to tell him. We didn't talk again, but that night as we lay in bed, he turned and told me that he was sorry about getting a handjob at the spa while I sat in another room being massaged by a woman. That he had just overreacted to the masseuse's warm hands and sensual touch. I told him, "I have something to tell you too!" I confessed to my husband about what I had done. He was not surprised saying that I was very attractive and he expected me to get hit on by everyone. He just didn't think I would do everything I did the first time around. After my husband's tour in Korea, we were stationed at Ft. Hood Texas. I got a job as a waitress at the NCO Club on base. My server outfit was a mini skirt and a button front blouse and high heels. I soon learned that the more I showed, the bigger the tips. The club wasn't too rowdy, but the men were free with their hands. I can't count the number of times I carried a heavy tray to a table of enlisted men and while serving the drinks, I felt a hand slowly feeling up my thigh. Eventually I took this as normal procedure and never complained since my tips were higher than the other girls. When I knew I'd be working all night till closing, I always took off my panties. I saw a great many surprised looks as I felt myself being finger fucked. Actually, I enjoyed it too much to complain and I added to the excitement by sitting at the serving bar and watching their eyes as I adjusted my thigh high stockings. I always made sure I adjusted all the way to the top and they all got a look at my thighs, some even luckier when my shaved pussy was 'accidently' displayed. I was told many times that I had beautiful legs and I never tired of showing them off. My tits are huge, not just average and my nipples stood erect at the slightest touch. I never wore a bra, just the thin shirt, and my nipples could be seen from one end of the bar to the other. There were a few times when I was serving a group of GI's and I knew my buttons were very low. If I was horny enough, I managed to reach over with some drinks and 'accidently' let one of my tits fall out of my shirt. I really enjoyed it when one of the guys would playfully pinch my nipple. When this happened, I'd nonchalantly tuck my tit back into my shirt, but by that time, I was already being finger fucked. Those happy nights produced enormous tips. At times, the manager would ask me to tend bar during the daytime. This time I'd wear panties, since I was constantly bending over the beer cooler to re-stock the bar. I never wondered why the favorite seats were at the bar where the men could watch me bend over. My husband would sneak in during his days off and was usually sitting at the bar, near the opening where I had to pass through. Each time I passed him I would play with his cock, never ceasing to give him an enormous hard on. Of course, he did the same to me, knowing he was getting me hornier. Most times, the club was slow during the day and we soon played with each other behind the bar. When the club was empty, he was assured of a blow job or a fuck right at the bar. I fucked him standing or while sitting on a bar stool or sucked his cock, whichever he preferred. We almost got caught one time when I had just finished sucking him and still had a mouthful of cum when we saw the rear door open and the manager walked in. He must have been distracted by something outside, so I hurriedly swallowed the cum and wiped my mouth on a clean bar rag. The Lieutenant's Wife Ch. 02 After my sex club experience and topless dancing, Scott and I continued my adventures into an open-marriage. My hubby and I were new to this, but we have always loved sex immensely. I've always had my hand in my pussy and I love being licked, sucked, bit lightly, finger fucked, cock fucked and I love to have a nice set of cock and balls in my mouth. It makes my pussy drip when I'm down on some other guy. Our first experience with a single guy can't be topped. We met this guy in the Officer's Club. He was in a military uniform which had my little pussy going from the time I saw him. I think my natural 36DDs were hard the whole time too. All I could think about is how fast we could get him home with us. We had a few drinks and decided to head back to our house. I was buzzing the whole way home. I wanted to get off in the car but decided to make it last a little longer. My hubby's cock was hard and a big smile on his face let me know how excited he was to see me get serviced by another guy. I felt him up through his pants; one of the other things I just love do to. I fumbled through my purse to find our house keys which seemed to take an unusually long amount of time. All I could think about was the hot man behind me, his breath on my neck and his hands gently at my waist. He was wanting me as much as I was him. I got the door opened finally and we settled on the couch. Drinks in hand, we started shooting the bull. I was so wet by then that I couldn't concentrate on anything else. I was sitting next to the guy; my back leaned up against his chest, his arm around my shoulders, and my hand on the inside of his leg. I could feel his hard cock with my elbow as I moved my hand on this thigh. I took his hand off my shoulder and moved it down to my hard tit. He seemed a little unsure with my husband there, but I kept my hand on his and squeezed my own tits with his hand. I moved my shirt out of the way and he started grabbing at my naked, tanned breast. We clicked on a porno channel because we were telling him earlier how things had changed and that the programming had become much more explicit over the years. Sure enough, with the late night there was some really good stuff on; pussies getting eaten, hard cocks being sucked on and all that other stuff. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned and got on him. I straddled his body on the couch while he grabbed both of my tits which hung out of my shirt nicely, squeezing them and sucking on them. I leaned back and moaned with pleasure. We kissed and his lips were soft, his tongue deep in my mouth. Now the party was getting started. I could feel is long hard cock against my jeans. I smiled knowing that this night was going to be lots of fun. I turned to my hubby on the other couch and saw a gigantic smile across his face, and his hard cock in his hands. It was already purple. I leaned down on my new man and started taking off his jacket. I couldn't get the buttons undone quickly enough. My pulse was racing and I needed something in or on my pussy very soon. I pulled off the jacket once the buttons were done, and then reached to pull off his t-shirt. I leaned back bit and pulled my top off. He must have been anxious to feel some skin too because he was helping me the whole way. I pressed myself up against his naked chest and felt his heart racing; his hot body against mine. I jumped off of him and took his hand to head to the bedroom. My husband followed. I pushed him back on the bed, undid his pants and belt and moved to his shoes. Those military boots are a bitch! I got them off, took off is socks and then stopped to look at him for a second. His cock was hard and long, and I couldn't wait. I got down on the bed with him, crawled up his body and kissed is mouth a couple of times, moaning and sucking on his tongue. I slid his big hard cock into my mouth. It felt so good. I could taste a little cum already. He grabbed my head and pushed it into him. I could feel my pussy just wanting something. My husband must have read my mind. He came over to me on the bed, undid my jeans and pulled them off me while I was sucking. I jumped off long enough to take off my thong. Scott started finger fucking me, just enough to feel the satisfaction of something there, but not long enough to keep me going. I was taking those beautiful balls into my mouth, sucking, licking, tasting. I looked at my guy with his cock in my mouth, and he looked down at me and smiled. "Let me suck on you", he said. I jumped off, turned my body around and lowered my wet pussy on his face. He dove right in and I couldn't stop moaning from feeling his tongue on my clit, and then fucking me with it. His hot hands on my ass felt good too. I sat sucking him and grabbing his balls, but his attention to my pussy made it hard for me to keep going. He was moaning too and it felt so good. I wanted to cum right there. I had to have more! I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He jumped up and he slid his hard long cock into me slowly at first. It felt so good and from the look on his face, he felt the same way. He told me how nice and tight I was and it made me smile. We fucked for a little bit that way. I turned over on my hands and knees and took if from the behind. I loved the feeling of his hands on my ass, and then he'd move them to my waist. I love being touched all over when I'm being fucked. He grabbed my hair as I arched back toward him and his long cock felt so good inside me. I flipped back around, pushed him onto his back and lowered my wet self onto is big cock. It felt different, deeper and slower. I fucked him like that. I bent down and kissed him, feeling his soft mouth again and running my hand against the short hair on the back of his head. He took my head and turned it so he could suck on my neck, and it sent a rush through me. My tits got hard and I could feel a rush of pussy juice run out of me. He felt so good, and the way he was with me made me feel attractive and sexy. I rolled over onto my back again and he gave it to me hard. He was up on his knees, holding my legs and pumping me good. He'd lean in on me, kiss me, and tell me now tight I was. I wanted to know if I was a good fuck. He smiled and said I was a very good lay. I couldn't stop giggling. I was having such a great time. And my hubby was too, standing there watching, stroking himself. I lifted my head off the bed to suck on him while I was being fucked. The guy leaned back and let me give some attention to my hubby, still fucking me. My new guy was a long fuck and I took it all in. As he neared the end, he leaned back on his knees, pulled his hot hard cock out of me, and let his load go all over my tits and stomach. I laid back and put my fingers along with a buzzing toy into my pussy; my new guy with his fingers inside me, hitting me in the right spot and my hubby kissing my neck and my tits. It took me a while as it usually does but when I came, I was loud and I came up off the bed. I love cumming that way. It was better than I expected and more than what I had hoped. My new lover dropped by our house the next day. So we chatted for a bit, kissed some, remembering the hot night before. I got all worked up from the memory. My pussy was getting hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter. I excused myself and went to the bathroom where I started running the water in the shower. I slowly took off my clothes as the water started to heat up. I slipped into that stream of warm water, letting it get my body wet, my slightly tanned skin glistening from the water. He heard the water running and opened the door slightly out of curiosity. He was pleasantly surprised to find me there in the shower, naked and wet waiting for him with a smile. He didn't waste any time as he stepped into the bathroom, pulling off his pants, skivies and t-shirt in one quick motion. The excitement of this spontaneous sexual situation made his cock grow harder by the second. His eyes locked with mine, and that smile of his still there. He stepped into the shower with me. He took my face into his hands, pulled me to him and kissed me hard on the mouth. The water from the shower hit my shoulders from behind and ran down my hard breasts. He worked his way down kissing my body, my neck, my ears, my shoulders, then down to take my tits in his mouth. My nipples were already hard from his touch. He bit them playfully and I felt my pussy getting wet from the sensation. I took his head into my hands and pulled him closer to my body because he was sucking on me so well. I let out soft moans at first that echo a little in the shower. As he worked his way down my body with his kisses, the moans became louder and louder. My back arched from the pleasure and then he finally reached my pussy with his lips. He kissed my inner thighs, his hands around my hips and then his hands rested on my ass. He put his hands on my pussy and pulled my lips away from my clit and then started sucking on my clit. My body moved into his face as he licked and sucked on me, my hands running through his wet hair. I moaned louder and louder as my body began to shake and then I came with him licking me, his fingers inside of me, fucking me. I pulled his head up from my pussy and kissed him, licking my juices off his face. We kissed under the water for a few minutes, our hands roaming all over one another's bodies. I slid my hands down to his wet, pulsing cock as I kissed him, playing with his balls in one hand and stroking his hard cock with the other. I knelt down and put his hard cock into my mouth. I sucked it while the water streamed down his back and he grabbed my head of wet hair and fucked my mouth with his cock. The warm water felt so nice, but not as nice as the hot wet mouth on his cock. I sucked on him for a bit, playing with his balls and when I suggested we move the bedroom. He turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry off just a bit, enough to get the big water drops off our bodies and then I pushed him back onto the bed so I could give him the good treatment. I sucked on his cock, rolling my tongue around skillfully, licking his balls slow and gently teasing the, with my fingers. Hi hands moved to my hair, pulling my head towards his body. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as he let out a loud moan. I could tell he would be cumming soon. I secured a little grip around the base of his cock with one hand and held it there while I sucked on him some more. As he came, I released it and felt the cum shoot out of his cock, all over my hard tits and on my face. I licked it all up and then I fell back on the bed with him and fell asleep naked. I woke hours later and saw Scott's face and smiled back at him. I sat up a bit, prop my body up on one elbow and invite him to come share the bed and his beer with me. So we chat for a few minutes, both of us eyeing one another seductively and with thoughts of exploring one another right there on the bed. The sexual energy grows and grows. I casually touch him from time to time, laughing at his jokes, and then we started talking about our night the night before. I started telling him the story of how my new lover showed up at the front door and we ended up in the shower and then in bed again. My adventure excited him and he couldn't contain his sexual energy any more. He took one of my tits in his hand and slowly squeezed it, rolling it around in his hand making my nipples erect. I tried to stay focused on my story as he took my other tit in his hand and started sucking on my nipple. My story lost its power and I leaned into him and started kissing him wildly right there on the bed. I felt my pussy getting wet from the sudden excitement. We lay back on the blanket and I rolled over on top of him, straddling his body. I could feel his cock growing harder and harder in his shorts. His hands and mouth ravage my tits, and I was moaning as I stole kisses in between. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling his head closer to my body, not wanting him to stop. He rolled me over onto my back, and with a coy smile, he leaned down on me, kissing my neck and my ears, his hands roaming all over my body. He worked his way down, from my neck to my tits again. Scott lingered there for a bit and then started moving down to my stomach. I could feel his hands on my behind. He teased me with his tongue and lips, kissing me, but not opening my pussy just yet. He kissed inside my legs, teasing me even more. I wanted him so badly that my hips began to move uncontrollably and I let out a moan. My hands were in his hair, pulling him closer to my wet pussy and then he dove into me. Scott's tongue went crazy on my clit, licking it, sucking it. It felt so good to finally have him between my legs. I wiggled around from the pleasure, still moaning and throwing my hips into his face. He slid his tongue into my pussy, tongue fucking me and I moaned even louder. He took what was left of his beer and poured it onto me, lapping it all up from my clit and down farther between my legs. He felt so good that I knew I would cum soon, and it built and he kept licking me while he slid two fingers into me and fucked me. Scott knew I was almost there by the building moans, louder and closer together and then finally, he felt me cum, squirting all over his hand and my body moved strongly with convulsions. Then a huge smile grew across my face as I recovered from that fantastic orgasm. I rest there for a few minutes with him as he lay down next to me, recovering himself. My hand moved down his chest as we are both breathing heavily. It moved down his chest as it does, I slowly rolled over and started to feel him with both hands. His cock was as hard as a rock now and I found it easily through his shorts. I love teasing a man with a hard cock through his clothes. I moved between his legs, running my hands up and down his bare chest. I kissed him on the mouth, on his neck, on his chest and then down to his stomach. I didn't linger, I pulled his shorts off but am careful not to touch his cock. I teased him with my hair, letting it fall around his cock, dragging across his balls and legs as I kissed him around there. I looked up at him with my big green eyes and a sexy smile on my face. He couldn't wait for my wet mouth on his cock. I used my hands and hair to tease him more and then I looked up at him one more time, slowly lowering my mouth to his stiff cock and then slid it into my mouth. The sheer pleasure made him throw his head back into the blanket, let out a loud moan and grab my head with his hands in one move. I used my wet hands and mouth to suck him and stroke him back and forth. I kneeled down and got under his cock with my mouth and put his balls into my mouth while stroking him. My tongue danced across them and he loved it. I took his cock into my mouth again and just kept sucking, taking all of it into my mouth. He felt my lips tighten around the base. My hands played with his balls and moved down to his ass. I rubbed it slightly as I kept sucking him. His moans grew louder and louder. I took one hand and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and held them there while the other hand stroked him along with my mouth. Scott started to cum and as he did, I held that grip and then let it release and he shot his load all over my face, down my cheek and chin. It dripped down onto my tits and a smile of pleasure grew on his face. A few days later, Scott and our new friend were on duty and I got an itch that needed to be relieved. I decided to look up Scott's friend, Rick, who was off duty and at home. I knocked lightly on his door, hoping against hope that he was there and alone. It was the middle of the morning, and he answered slowly, obviously rousted from sleep. He smiled slightly, one corner of his delicious mouth turning upward in a sardonic grin. "I thought I told you this wasn't a good idea?" he questioned. "I know, but I'm so wet and so horny. Please let me in." I stood there before him clad in only boxers and a T-shirt, my hard nipples poking through the thin cotton fabric. "Please?" "You're married. You know this isn't a good idea. You're going get someone in trouble; mainly me. I don't want some senior officer showing up at my door going nuts because I'm banging my buddies' wife." Undeterred, I lightly traced my finger down his chest, weaving in and out amidst the dark tendrils of hair. "That's the beauty of it, honey. He told me I should get someone to help him keep me satisfied, because I'm wearing him out." I paused. "He doesn't want these juices going to waste; do you?" At that, I pulled his hand to me and let him feel the moist fabric between my legs. His eyes widened in surprise and he raised an eyebrow, questioningly. "All that for me, huh?" he grinned again, and stepped back inside, a clear invitation for me to come in. I followed him inside his apartment and stepped closer to him, snaking an arm up to play with the hairs on the nape of his neck. I breathed deeply taking in the scent of him then his lips were on mine, hot, insistent. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth expertly, making me want more. He drew me to him, and I loved the feel of his strong arms circling my waist. Then his hands were in my hair, caressing, grasping and pulling me into him. We kissed deeply for as long as we could take it, then, gasping, came up for air. I looked deep into his eyes and whispered, "Still not a good idea?" "No," he whispered back, matter-of-factly. "But I like it." He took my hand and led me to his bedroom, stopping when he reached the side of the bed. "You're sure?" he asked. He better Like it. Rick and his petite wife, Amy, had been stationed with Scott and I during Officer's Training at our first base. One day I went to visit Amy and walked in without knocking, which was customary for either of us when visiting. I found Amy nude on the floor on all fours with the guy's black instructor buried in her tight pussy. She asked me to promise not to tell Rick or Scott. I told her I wouldn't tell anyone if it was okay if I sampled her her husband's cock. Amy couldn't join us in Texas because she was finishing college in Wisconsin. But I know she is fucking her college friends, and she knows I'm taking care of Rick. I pulled off my shirt to reveal my hard, rosy nipples, planted on my more than ample breasts. "What do you think?" I grinned. He cupped my right breast with his left hand, and lowered his mouth slowly, the tip of his tongue dancing circles on my stiffened nipple. His right hand gently kneaded the flesh of my left breast, and a sigh escaped my lips as he sucked my rosy tip into his mouth. His breath was hot against my skin, and I noticed that the room was quite cold. Goosebumps covered me as his hands roamed over my chest and back. His fingers etched a line down my spine; my shudder was just the response he was after. His mouth left my breast and he made his way slowly up to my neck, gently kissing and nibbling on the way there. Once he found his mark, though, the tame kisses disappeared, replaced by harder, more lustful ones. His tongue played with my ear and his breath sent shivers through my entire body. When he again found my mouth, his lips were heated and unrelenting. His tongue dove between my waiting lips and darted, swirled, flicked around with mine in a passionate dance. I could feel his hardness against my belly as we kissed; his silky boxers unable to contain the urgency he felt. I lowered my hand and tickled his balls lightly with my fingernails. His moan of pleasure told me he was enjoying my touch. Bolder now, I took his sac in my hand, rolling his balls around with the gentlest touch. Oh-so-slowly, I guided my hand up the length of his shaft, noting how thick and hard he was. "I've wanted you since the first time Scott and you took me," I whispered. His answer to that statement came as a surprise: he cupped his entire hand over my mound, grasped me hard, and growled back, "Now you've got me. What are you going to do with me?" The Lieutenant's Wife Ch. 02 Without saying a word, I pulled the silken material from his waist and dropped to my knees. His erection stood before me like a soldier at full attention, rigid, veined, the head purple with anticipation and need. I took it in my hand and drew it to my mouth, parting my lips and extending my tongue to meet the object of my desire. I lightly licked the engorged helmet, reveling in the taste of the pre-cum glistening on the tip. I circled his helmet with my tongue then traced swirls of moisture up and down the shaft. I licked the underside of his cock, from balls to tip, and back down again, stopping to delicately suckle his scrotum, first one side, then the other, bringing as much of him as I could completely into my mouth. I licked my lips and started my ascent to the shiny knob resting atop his pole, grasping the base of his shaft and bringing my hand up in time with my tongue. I waited then, poised to swallow his meat whole, and looked up at him, my eyes shining in the moonlight that invaded the blinds. "Now what do you think? Still a bad idea?" No words this time, just a slight shaking of the head. I silently vowed to convince him otherwise. Once more, I sent my tongue out to greet my new acquaintance, lightly flicking the tip of my tongue across his tiny hole. I thought, "If he tastes this good now, I can't wait to drink down the really good stuff." Still on my knees, I licked my lips once more, parted them in a smile, and drew his cock into my mouth, the intense suction making him gasp as the head was overcome by heat and he yielded to the tight embrace of my lips. I continued to suck, pulling the length of him into my mouth, my tongue massaging his shaft as I engulfed his rigid tool. I stopped when I could feel the end of his rod brush my throat; I didn't want to give him that particular pleasure just yet. As I leisurely pulled my face away from him, my tongue still working his inches, a groan escaped his lips. He again reached into my hair and grabbed hold of my head, reluctant to feel the chill of the air after experiencing the heat of my mouth. "Easy, boy," I said through a mouthful of cock, "I'm nowhere near done with you!" I suckled him gently, slowly, then, making love to him with my mouth. I wanted nothing more at that point than to suck him hard and drain his balls dry, but I knew that I had to make this encounter last. I took my time, experimenting with various techniques to determine what he enjoyed the most. I began by planting light kisses up and down his tool, gripping the root with my hand and milking just a couple of inches at the base. Then I increased the intensity and sucked him deep into my mouth, again working my tongue on his pole. I moved faster, my hand moving in time with my head, pulling his cock, licking, sucking, tasting. He moaned loudly, and I stopped. I didn't want him to let go too soon. I had to make sure he was pleased by my presence. My hands traveled up his torso, and, finding his nipples erect from pleasure and cold, I circled them tenderly with a finger. He sighed; I could tell that his need to release was mounting, but I wanted to bring him there slowly, build the exquisite tension a little at a time until he could take it no longer. I ran my hands back down his well defined body, taking in every nuance of his muscular build. Using slight pressure that sent goose bumps raging over his skin, I traced a line back and gripped his ass, massaging his buns, pressing my nails into him just enough to make their presence known. I teased the point of his rod with light flicks of my tongue, one side, then the other, top, bottom, tip, the gentlest of nibbles combining with the efforts of my tongue to make him ache with desire. Suddenly, he was filling my mouth again, pushing his cock into my face with a new fervor. He wanted to come, and I certainly wasn't going to stop him. I grabbed his waist and silently urged him to stop moving. I wanted to do this for him. I began working his cock at a furious pace, pushing my mouth down on his cock forcefully, massaging his balls with one hand while the other gripped the base of his tool. I could feel his sac tightening, the semen churning in his balls as he readied for the impending release. I wanted to taste him, feel his hot load spurting into my mouth and down my throat, taste the delectable essence of him. I continued my efforts, and heard his breathing quicken, his panting a telltale sign of his impending orgasm. Sensing his urgency, I worked harder yet, sucking him with all my might, sliding my hand up and down his now throbbing rod in time with my mouth's masterful pumps. He moaned aloud, reared his head back, and grabbed a handful of my hair, slamming his hips into me, fucking my face with his hot meat. Then came the sauce; a savory palette of flavors ranging from sweet to salty and bitter all in one huge dollop. I delighted in the feel of his hot juice spurting wave after wave into my waiting mouth. He groaned again, and I felt him shudder in my arms as a huge gob of liquid lust burst against my tonsils. Several more thrusts from him, accompanied by my journeys up and down the entire length of his rod, assured us both that I had drained from him every last drop of man juice. I rose to meet his lips, and he drew me close, his hands again in my hair. He kissed me deeply, passionately, the taste of his own juices still coating my mouth and tongue. His hands roamed hungrily over my trembling body, goose bumps sprouting up everywhere he touched. He flashed me that grin again, and my pussy absolutely twitched. "Now it's your turn," he whispered in my ear. Oh?" I purred. "And just what do you plan to do to me?" He didn't speak a word, just slowly slid his hands into the elastic waistband of my pale blue boxers and began easing them down, gently, over the curve of my hips. He paused for a moment and cupped my bottom in his hands, giving each cheek a gentle squeeze before he continued his downward journey. My goose bumps were rampant now, the electricity of finally being in his arms combining with the chill in the air to send each nerve ending to a new realm of pleasure. He sat on the edge of the bed now, his head resting in the hollow between my breasts. He lingered there a moment, breathing deeply. When he looked back up and caught my eyes, he half-whispered, half-growled, "I love the scent of you." I didn't know if he was referring to my perfume or the musky smell of wanton hunger emanating from between my thighs, but I didn't dare interrupt him to ask for clarification, only smiled knowingly. I drew in a quick breath as his lips brushed an erect nipple, became lost in the velvet kisses he began randomly planting on my chest, my belly, the curve of my waist. His lips were like the softest down, caressing my body with their exquisite touch. Again and again his hands roamed over my melting body, tightly hugging every curve, leaving no spot untouched, unfulfilled. His feathery kisses grew more urgent as he explored. Just as I was growing accustomed to his sweet manipulation, he altered his pace and began kissing me harder, nibbling my aching nipples, gliding his hot tongue up, up, up and tracing the cleft of my collarbone. I angled my head to the side, my golden tresses falling away to expose the smooth skin of my neck. The nibbling grew more insistent, more demanding, and soon he was opening his mouth wider to wrap his teeth around the graceful arc where neck becomes shoulder. My breath caught as I waited for the pain, but the pain didn't come. No, what came instead was this delicious pressure; he was pushing his teeth into my delicate skin, but refrained from applying enough pressure to hurt me. The sensation traveled through my body, it seemed, and centered in my core. In that instant, all the vampire lore I'd read through the years, the works of Bram Stoker, Anne Rice, and others, rushed to mind, and I knew then the swoon they had so beautifully depicted with their words. That feeling of wanting, needing to be taken by another being and utterly devoured, surged through my veins. I was going to give myself over to this man and let him have his way with me, regardless of the level of debauchery to which I sank. He worked his jaw harder, grinding the tips of his teeth into my tender flesh, yet still I felt no pain. All I felt was his touch, his strong hands roving, exploring, taking in every nuance of my supple, tanned skin. Suddenly, he stopped. He backed slowly away from me, putting about three feet between us. "You're not going to back out on me now, are you?" I grew immediately nervous that he'd had his fun and was prepared to send me home wet, shivering, and needing more. Again he stepped backward. "Rick? You're scaring me. What's wrong?" His hands were clasped in front of his still erect cock; he tilted his head to the side and simply stared at me for what seemed like an eternity. "How a man could allow a woman like you to get out of his sight for a minute, let alone send you off in the middle of the day to be with another man is beyond me." "He didn't exactly shove me out the door." "Well, he's a nut. If you were mine, I wouldn't give you time to think about another man." (Little did he know that Amy was probably being satisfied by some young college jock). "Shhhh, " I whispered. "I am yours for today. Now come here." In an instant he had me in his arms and was kissing me deeply, running his fingers through my hair, holding my face in his hands, pausing every few seconds to look into my eyes. Again, he stopped. "What?" I practically screamed. "You're driving me insane here; what's the problem now?" "Oh, there's no problem. I just wanted to look at you again." I turned and flopped onto his bed, facedown. "Is that an invitation for me to kiss your ass?" he laughed. I turned around and pretended to zip my lips, an indication that I wasn't going to say anything else. "The silent treatment huh? We'll see how long you can keep quiet." He left the room, and I wondered if I'd been too sassy for his taste. After all, I did come to him, against his wishes. There were certainly no laws that said he had to please me just because I had brought him off with my mouth. I was lulled for a moment by the serenade of a bird outside the window, and just as I was thinking that I should probably get my clothes and just go on home, I felt the first drop of cold hit me in the small of my back. I turned to see him standing above me, ice cube in hand, wearing the most deliciously wicked grin I had ever witnessed. "All right, Donna, let's just see how long it takes you to break that vow of silence." I put down my head and waited. Strong but gentle hands parted my thighs from behind. I heard ice settling in the glass bowl he'd brought in, and I wondered what he had in store for me. He moved in and put a knee down between my legs, and I felt the heat from his body as he hovered over me for a moment. "Don't jump," he instructed, just before he ran an ice cube down the length of my spine. I stiffened, straining not to move too much. He stopped when he reached the cleft of by bottom, and once again I heard the sound of the ice as he returned the cube to the bowl. The chill in the room made me even more aware of the icy wetness on my back. The cold was replaced by heat as he began lapping up the trail of water the ice had left on my skin. His tongue seemed unbelievably hot as it danced, darted, flicked, sending my nerve endings to another realm of pleasure as extreme cold gave way to the warmth of human touch. He used his knee to edge my legs apart a bit further, further again and once more until I was lying there under him, spread wide, juices flowing uncontrollably, soaking his sheets. The hair on his muscled thigh tickled the back of my knee, and as I tried to evade that sensation, I realized that the only direction I could move my leg was further away from the other one. I did so, and he took the gesture as an act of impatience on my part. "Ooh...anxious, are we?" "Well, actually...Oh!" I gasped, stopping mid-sentence as I felt the ice once again, this time running over the curve of my rear and down, down, down, teasing my inner thighs, skirting the edges of my outer lips, getting closer, moving in, and then sliding away again, making me wild with anticipation. I arched my back a little, angling my ass up just enough to give him easier access once he decided to stop his sweet torture, and he wasted no time in taking full advantage of the invitation. He slipped the ice cube between my folds and quickly drew it back and up, leaving an icy road from clit to pucker. I drew in a quick breath and held it, expecting him to do it again. "You talked. I win," he chuckled. "Now I get to have my way with you." I just nodded, attempting to revert back to my game of "dead dinosaur." He pulled me by the waist and guided me with his hands until my knees were on the edge of the bed, and then he lifted my rear to the perfect position. He stood, then, and I felt his cock head rubbing lightly against my outer lips. I moaned as the heat from his tool caressed my sensitive skin, and waited with great expectancy for him to ease it into me. Instead, he knelt and, prying my ass cheeks far apart, impaled me on his tongue. He shoved it as far as he could into my tingling snatch and began lapping at me from the inside, taking great care not to leave any spot untouched. Slowly, deliberately, he withdrew, and I arched backward as he went, my ass following his searing tongue. My position gave him complete access to me, and he took the opportunity to examine every fold of me with his mouth. He flicked his tongue across my clit and I gasped. My level of anticipation was so high that the slightest urging was bound to send me over the edge. Enjoying my reaction to his maneuver, he did it again. I moaned loudly, expressing my desire in that language incoherent to all but those engaged in the act, stringing together sounds that make absolutely no sense outside the bedroom. He continued ministrations with his tongue, flicking my clit, sucking it into his mouth just as I had done the head of his cock. He backed off for just a second, and suddenly, without warning, I felt two thick fingers delve past my parted lips and into my dripping pussy. He slid them in quickly, to the hilt, and resumed work with his tongue, etching a work of art over and around my engorged mound. He worked them deftly inside me, homing in on my sweet spot in an instant, curling them down to further exploit the wave of pleasure which already held me captive. "Mmmmmm, yes. Right there, baby," I urged. I bucked against him as he started plunging his fingers into me at a steady pace. He sucked harder at my clit, tapping his tongue against the very tip of it, beating it like a drum. His tongue and fingers beat a steady rhythm, and the melody he was producing in me was about to reach a fevered pitch. "I want you to come on my face." No sooner did he speak the words than I felt the first twinge, deep inside my core, like a stone breaking the surface of a pristine pond. Another flick of his tongue made the tiny ripple extend beyond the epicenter. I jerked just a bit, moaned again, and he knew I was there. He worked his fingers as deeply into me as he possibly could, ramming them inside me repeatedly. The pleasure began to overtake my body now, as my orgasm radiated outward and traveled through every particle of my being. I was aware of nothing but that feeling, the tide rising in me, threatening to drown me in pure pleasure. The familiar tingling sensation grew more intense, fully occupying my body until, finally, it hit me like an earthquake. I shook, I quivered, and I screamed as the convulsions overtook my pussy, the spasms squeezing his fingers tightly and locking them in place. At that instant, a torrent of fluid came rushing out of me, and he gasped as his hand and his face were drenched with my essence. "Holy shit! This is amazing!" I was glad he had experienced first-hand my recently discovered "talent." He continued lapping at my clit, sucking the delectable nectar from me as the waves of gratification continued to surge through me. With every flick of his tongue, I squirmed and twitched, almost trying to get away, yet not quite wanting to. The sensation was still too intense, my nerve endings still raw from the power of the forceful orgasm that had just stunned my body. "No more! Please!" I begged. Finally, he stopped touching me and I was able to breathe again. I lay there for a minute, ass in the air, juices sluicing down my pussy lips and down my leg. He dragged a finger up from my knee just to the edge of my outer lips, gathering my potion as he went. I turned just in time to see him bring it to his mouth and lick off every drop. My pussy twitched once more and was still. I rolled over to my side, and he lay next to me, a subtle smile playing across his lips. His smile widened, and he stifled a chuckle. I raised an eyebrow in question, and he burst out laughing. I was on the verge of being offended, so I asked, "What could possibly be funny about this moment?" "Nothing really," he managed between spurts of laughter. "It's just that, when I told you to come on my face, I had no idea you actually would!" I joined in his laughter, then, and replied, "Hey, call me multi-talented!" Finally I could take it no more, and I said, "Fuck me Rick, fuck me now!" He said, are you sure, and I said, "Please fuck me. I need it so." He then pulled my legs far apart and inserted that wonderful huge cock into my willing pussy. I had never been stretched this open, and I was afraid he was going to hurt me, but my pussy took it all and just felt wonderfully stuffed. He came in buckets after only a few strokes, and I was thinking how thankful I was to be married to a sharing husband. I figured he would take it out and leave me alone, but he was still hard as a rock. He asked me how I liked his cock and I said I loved it. He told me my pussy now belonged to him, and he was to have it anytime he wanted. He told me to get ready for the fucking I deserved. He then began to pump that huge thing into me faster and faster, and in no time I could feel a frightening orgasm building. When I came, I am sure I started to scream, but he covered my mouth with his and inserted his tongue all the way down my throat. I bucked and jumped with the biggest orgasm of my life up to that time. When I was finished, he said now you will cum three more times before I let you go. He flipped me over on my stomach and entered me from behind while his big hand found my clit and started rubbing it so hard I thought I would die. I came twice more this way and then he rolled me over on my back and entered me again. He said, "Now whose pussy is this?" I said mine. He said, "No it isn't. Now whose is it?" as he put his hands under my buttocks and pulled me all the way on to that huge shaft. "It's your pussy today!" I whimpered. He rode me so hard I was sure I would pass out, and I'm sure I did, as we both came at the same time. Donna The Lieutenant's Wife Scott had always enjoyed it when other men flirt with me and come on to me. He says I've got the kind of body men drool over, and I guess I have. I was in good shape, but I should be since I was only 21. Taking off my clothes in front of a room full of strangers really turned me on. In fact, so does sex. Lots and lots of sex, all kinds of sex, and I do mean all kinds. After a few months, the club manager asked if I would like to be one of the dancers. John, the manager, was real partial to big titted blondes. A few weeks after I started dancing topless, the club introduced "Lap Dancing." What happens when a guy hires one of the dancers to do a "lap dance" was she sat on his lap and ground her pussy against his cock. The first time I did one, Scott was there watching me. I stared right at him, all the while I was grinding my pussy against this guy's bulge, and when the guy suddenly shot off in his pants, it shocked the hell out of me. It also turned me on. At the break, I told Scott about what happened, and he got all worked up. Not mad or anything. Instead he was intensely excited and turned-on. He asked me if I thought the manager would let me do a dance like that back in a dark corner with a guy who had his cock out. He said he'd love to see me actually let some young soldier fuck me, right there in the club, and he asked me what I thought of the idea. I told him I'd probably have an orgasm the instant the guy touched his cock against my pussy. That night we talked a lot about his idea, and when we started fucking, Scott told me to pretend he was some other guy fucking me while he watched us. I came right away, letting him know how exciting the idea sounded. The next night, I asked John, the manager, what he thought about Scott's suggestion. He told me I could do it if I wanted to, but to be careful not to let the whole room see what was going on, because he didn't want the MP's to bust us. After dancing a few numbers, I finally settled on this Italian looking guy to fuck. I let my husband know who I'd selected by motioning toward the guy, and Scott grinned and gave me an "okay" sign. I wandered over to the guy and asked him how he'd like a very special lap dance. He asked me what I meant, and I told him for $40 he could take his cock out while I danced on his lap. "I'm not wearing any panties," I said, "so if your cock manages to find its way up inside me, I guess there wouldn't be anything I could do about it, would there!" I pulled open the robe I was wearing, and showed him my naked, wet pussy, which I spread apart for him using my thumb and index finger. It made me real hot to expose myself like that with my hubby watching me, and I guess it made the guy hot, too. As I expected, he immediately gave me the $40, and I led him to a table way in the back, in a dark corner, away from the other dancers and the crowd. "Take your cock out. Let me see it," I said, spotting Scott watching us from a few tables away. The guy took out this huge cock, and I reached down and quickly slid it up inside my pussy. It felt great! Then I started slowly moving up and down and all around on the guys lap, letting him work his cock up inside my pussy. "Oh baby, this feels fucking wonderful," he groaned, trying to pump his hips up into me. I straddled his waist, and let him really hammer me, and in no time we were both cumming. I felt him shoot off inside me, and reached down and started rubbing my clit, instantly joining him in orgasm. I stared at my husband, grinning proudly at him, proud to be fucking a stranger for him, letting this guy I didn't even know empty his balls inside my pussy right out here in public. A few other soldiers turned to watch us, and when they seemed getting a little too interested, I thanked the guy and climbed off him, letting his cock plop out of my pussy. He quickly zipped up and left. I told John what had happened and said I really needed to shower, and said I wanted to have my husband take me home. John figured it was because I felt guilty or something, so he let me leave. In the car, Scott kissed me, and I was so hot, I made him finger my clit. That was the first, but not the last time I did that. After six months, John made me quit the club. He said he had a better way for me to still be able to dance naked but make a lot more money. I asked him how, and he told me he wanted to have me perform at some very exclusive, private parties in Central Texas. He said I would be the featured attraction. I would strip and dance naked for a private audience, but that afterward, whoever wanted to, could fuck me. He said he knew this guy who ran this expensive private club where young women would come in and do what he'd just told me about. He asked me what I thought, and I asked him how much I could make doing it. He said the guy would pay me $200 for every guy I let fuck me, and that it didn't matter what hole in my body the guy used. In other words, if I got fucked in the mouth, that counted, and so did my ass along with, naturally, my pussy. To tell you the truth, it sounded exciting as hell. John said all the patrons had to have proof of a recent HIV negative blood test, and that they expected the same of the girls who danced there. After a couple of minutes of thinking about it, I agreed to do it. That first night I was so excited I masturbated in the front seat of the car on the way to the job. Scott laughed, saying he was glad to see I was so enthused over my new job. I told him I couldn't wait, and wondered how many men would fuck me, saying I hoped it would be a lot. I can't ever remember being so excited. Just the thought of letting five, ten, or maybe as many as twenty or more guys fuck me made me feel so fucking nasty. I can't describe how exciting it was to me. The "club" was some guy's house, a mansion in Harker Heights. We drove up to the gate, and a guard had to let us in after identifying who we were. We parked by the house near several other cars, all expensive, including a bunch of Porches and Mercedes. We entered the house and Scott kissed me and told me to have fun. We were led down a long hallway, and Scott was told where to go to join the others in the audience. Then I was led down the hallway and into a dressing room. I was given a dark grey, conservative skirt and jacket, and a white cotton blouse to wear, along with a red silk neck scarf, like a fucking corporate marketing rep or something, but underneath I was to wear the sexiest lingerie imaginable, including a garter belt, sexy nylons, see through lace panties and matching bra. I dressed as instructed, with lots of eye liner and eye shadow, and slutty looking red lipstick. I also wore spiked heeled shoes. I was ready, and I was randy! A few moments later I was led through a bright red doorway and out onto a stage. On the stage was a bed with a bare mattress and pillow. A pool table lamp hung over the bed, encasing the mattress in a dim glow. I was told to take my clothes off under a spotlight that was directed down onto the stage from somewhere in the back of the room. I tried to see who was in the audience, and at first all I could see was blue smoke. Then I managed to make out a few people sitting on sofas and chairs, with a few lying up against the edge of the sofas, on the floor. The people all seemed to be finely dressed, and I was surprised to see several attractive women in the audience. "Take your clothes off," someone said quietly. I began to undress, but unlike at the club, here there was no music. I felt like I was undressing in my bedroom, and somehow it made it much sexier. I took off the jacket and scarf around my neck, then began slowly unbuttoning the blouse. When I took the blouse off I proudly stuck out my tits, making sure everyone saw how lush they were. They were practically spilling out of the little half bra I was wearing, and I left the bra on while I unzipped and leaned over to take off the skirt. When I was down to my lingerie, a woman in the audience told me to touch my pussy, so I did. I rubbed the material of the thin panties up inside me, feeling how wet I was. A hot flush raced through my body, and my knees buckled for a moment. "Take off your bra," someone said, so I did, throwing it to the darkness in front of me. "Give us your panties, too," someone said, so I rubbed them deep into my pussy to get them real wet, then stepped out of them and threw them in the direction of the voice in the audience. I was naked, except for the garter belt, stockings, nylons, and shoes. Without being told to do it, I began playing with myself again, rubbing my clit, fingering myself, masturbating right there on stage in front of a room full of strangers, many of whom were going to fuck me in a few minutes. I came, my voice making a strangled, gasping sound which seemed to please the audience. There were whispered murmurs of approval in the crowd, and when I'd finished coming, I sniffed my fingers, then put them in my mouth and sucked them. "Lie on the bed with your legs spread," someone said, and I did it, anxious to get fucked. I spread my legs real wide then pulled my pussy lips apart so the audience could see up inside me. I wanted to put on a show for Scott that would keep him hard for me for months, and I knew I would do anything this audience requested of me, no matter what it was. From behind me, someone took my arms and pulled them behind my head. I felt fur handcuffs being placed on my wrists, and whoever it was shackled me to something in the floor behind me, but I couldn't see what it was. Then someone put a blindfold over my eyes and I felt my ankles also being encased in fur cuffs of some kind. My legs were pulled slightly wider apart, and I felt myself being shackled to something in the floor at the end of the bed as well. "She's ready," someone said, and I heard movements in the audience, steps coming toward me. Someone touched my nipples then began kissing them. I detected a pleasant essence of a woman's perfume, and wondered if the person sucking my tits was a woman. I'd never done anything with another woman, but the thought was exciting to me. Someone else began kissing my thighs, and I felt lips moving toward my pussy. I tried to rise up toward the person, tried to encourage whoever it was to eat me, but they were taking their time, slowly kissing and licking up my thighs, driving me wild. A cock pressed against my cheek, and I immediately turned toward it, taking it into my mouth. "Uhhhh, yeah, suck it," the man said, and amazingly I felt him coming in my mouth already. He withdrew his cock, and I felt his cum splattering on my face. The person between my legs finally, mercifully began eating my pussy, and I felt another cock pressing against my lips. I sucked that one too, until that one also came on me, although not until I managed to swallow some of his cum, whoever he was. It tasted delicious, and I wanted more, so much more. "Somebody, PLEASE, FUCK ME!" I begged, and I felt the lips moving off my pussy. A cock touched the opening of my pussy, and I lifted up toward it as best I could. Then it slid all the way up inside me in one long lunge. It felt so hot and thick, I came right away. "UHHHHH...UHHHHH...OH YEAH, FUCK ME, FUCK MY PUSSY!" I screamed, my orgasm slamming into me, driving me over the edge. I felt my pussy getting so wet I flooded whoever was fucking me, and then I felt the guy let loose inside me and it was too much. I screamed and moaned and came again. I wasn't quite through coming when the guy started to pull out, and I begged him not to leave me. I heard him laugh, and he said not to worry, there was plenty more cock just waiting for me. As soon as he got off the bed another guy got on top of me and jammed his cock inside me. He fucked me a little longer than the last guy, and then he too, came in my pussy. I think at least nineteen or twenty guys fucked me that night, or it could have been four or five guys fucking me over and over again, who knows? Who cares! All I know is it was the hottest evening of my life. In between fucks, women ate me. I know it was women, because they'd suck the cum from my pussy then crawl up and kiss me, pushing it into my mouth. I felt their naked tits on mine. Once or twice my husband fucked me. I knew it was him because he whispered in my ear how proud he was of me, telling me how much the audience loved fucking and sucking me. It made me feel good to know he was around, watching and participating. I told him I loved it, and he said I was making a ton of money. At the end of the evening, I was led back through the red door I'd first entered, off the stage. The guy who led me down the hallway took my blindfold off me, and gave me what had to be several thousand dollars. He thanked me, and told me to get dressed and come into the hallway when I'd finished. Scott was waiting for me in the hall, and he kissed me and told how hot he was from what I'd done that night. On the way home, in the car, I took off all my clothes and played with myself, scooping cum from my pussy and wiping it on Scott's arm, telling him how all those cocks felt in my pussy when the men were fucking me, and how hot it felt to have my pussy sucked by women. I played with my pussy on the way home, slowly, not trying to come or anything, just content to touch it and stoke it slowly. A van pulled up next to us, and when the driver casually looked down and saw me naked, playing with myself, they almost shit bricks. What a great evening it was, and according to Scott, I could go back again whenever I wanted. Donna