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Valerie the Magnificent

By: val wrangler



My wife and I were actually getting a weekend away from work, parenthood and everything that goes with being a "responsible adult", and we were acting like two kids ourselves as we drove several hours north to Robbie's place. A whole weekend where we could be ourselves. Wow!

Robbie had been my best friend since high school and one of the few I'd kept in touch over the years as we'd moved around because of our jobs, first by monthly (or so) phone calls and eventually by emails. Val had liked Robbie from the moment she met him, and he'd been the best man at our wedding.

Valerie and I met at a frat party when I was in my second year of university and she'd just graduated from high school. We hit it off right from the get-go and were quickly inseparable. Neither of us had been involved in a serious relationship before. While Val seemed very sensual and liked to touch and be touched, our sexual activities didn't amount to much since she'd been brought up to be a "good girl". I knew better than to push it, so until our wedding night, we never went any further than her giving me some occasional relief with her hand. While I had touched her intimately a number of times, she'd never allowed me to bring her to an orgasm, fearing that she'd lose control and we'd go all the way. 

We waited until I graduated to get married (Val was 20 by then) and she got pregnant that first month. She's said she knew that it happened the first time we made love on our honeymoon and that proved it had been a good thing we'd never gone all the way before we walked down the aisle.

As the years went by, we had a second child (both now pretty well grown up and out of the house), Rob met and married a nice enough girl, but they never started a family. Not wanting to pry, we never asked why. Things went along like that for quite some time, with us getting together maybe every other year. It was around three years ago that Val had mentioned after a visit from Rob and Fran, his wife, that Fran seemed to be pretty unhappy.

"Was anything mentioned to you?" I asked.

"No, not really," Val answered. "It's just a feeling I got."

So it wasn't much of a surprise a few months later when Rob called up to tell me that he and Fran were packing it in. He didn't give me much of an explanation other than to say that she'd decided to take a job on the west coast and he'd decided he'd had enough moving and liked it where he was. With no kids and each of them with a good job, the divorce was amicable with Robbie buying out Fran in order to keep their house. Since then, he'd come to visit us twice and seemed his usual self. Well, maybe he'd been a little bit quieter. Val put it down to the fact that he probably felt strange being with us by himself after all these years, "You know, not being part of a couple." This was to be our first time since the divorce that we'd gone to visit Rob.

Even though she's 44, Valerie is still a very good looking woman. She has large, light blue eyes set in an oval face with high cheekbones, and her mouth, while wide, is wonderfully expressive – and kissable. She'd put on some pounds the past few years and I knew that she wasn't happy about that, but she still has the goods. While most of our married female friends have cut their hair a lot shorter as the demands of their families cut into their private time, Val has kept her wavy black hair very long. She stands 5'7" and giggles when I call her "long and lean", but that is a pretty apt description – when she's in fighting trim. She has really beautiful breasts, not huge but wonderfully shaped; the kind that stand up proudly and swell out into points when she's aroused. Her butt is perfect, tight and shaped like an inverted heart, the kind you see on those holiday postcards. In high heels, her legs can stop traffic.

In bed, she was often enthusiastic, but frankly, not very adventurous. That's been the one sticking point in our marriage. She preferred what I like to think of as "vanilla sex". Before we met, she claimed she'd only masturbated once. Val had never gone farther with her high school boyfriends than some "heavy petting", as she put it. She did like oral sex (mostly receiving) and enjoyed a few "different" positions (on top, doggy style), but over the years, I seldom could get her to even consider trying anything outside these pretty strict boundaries. She refused to masturbate in front of me and said she seldom did it on her own. Val would not watch porno flicks. 

A few years ago I'd bought her a dildo hoping she would maybe find a use for it, but as far as I knew, it had never left its box. She told me my cock was all she desired; she didn't need plastic substitutes. It was obvious to me that she was a very passionate women, but also equally obvious that she could never really let herself go. Val seldom orgasmed except by direct stimulation of her clit either by mouth or my hand and I couldn't get her to stroke herself to orgasm while I thrust into her. Suffice it to say there was a lot more that she wouldn't do than she would do. It took years to get her to feel comfortable with me saying words like "cock" or "pussy", but "fuck" still wasn't in her allowable vocabulary. She used words like penis, vagina and clitoris. It was odd because other than her hang-up with some of the more "casual" sex terms, her language could be quite salty.

One time several years ago, we were lying in bed kissing and touching when I asked her what she thought about while we make love, hoping it might rev up her engine a bit.

"I think about your penis going in and out of me and how good it feels," she giggled, reaching down to stroke it.

"That's all?"

"Well, maybe some of the other things we do. Stuff like that. What do you think about?"

I made a big mistake and spoke honestly. "I sometimes think about what you would look like making love to someone else."

"What?"

Man, did Val take off at me! She barely spoke for a week and it was almost a month before she consented to make love again – and that was after a lot of explaining from me.

"How could you ever think I could do something like that? I love you! And I only want to make love with you! I could never sleep with anyone I didn't love! That's just plain disgusting." 

I knew enough never to bring it up again.

Our weekend with Robbie involved a lot of kicking back and talking about the past. It rained a good part of the time, so we were stuck indoors. He has a great fireplace and with the chill of spring still in the air, it was very pleasant. On Sunday afternoon, it started to clear, and I got all enthusiastic about barbecuing some seafood. Rob isn't much into cooking and I didn't want Val to have to worry about it, so I told them I'd take care of everything. The shopping took nearly three hours because I'd decided to grill lobsters and couldn't find any for love nor money.

When I got back from my foraging, Robbie and Val were still where I left them in the living room, Val curled up on the sofa and Rob in his big easy chair. I sensed something was a little odd, though, and I thought maybe they'd had an argument. Both have some pretty strong views on politics. For the rest of the evening, Val remained distant. She went to bed early, claiming she was tired, and when I dragged my inebriated butt into bed around 1 a.m., I had a hard time sleeping, she was tossing and turning so much.

Sometime during the night she pressed up against me and when I began turning over to face her, she rolled on top of me. This wasn't usual since Val had always put me off at Rob's, saying she was certain that anything we did on the noisy sofa bed in his spare room could be heard by Rob upstairs. Whenever we visited, the best I could hope for was a hand job or a little oral – and no moaning allowed!

That night, Val was all over me. She really wanted it bad, something out of character for her. Her very hot kisses had an absolutely frantic quality, and with no prompting from me, she soon slid down my chest and had my cock in her mouth. Her excuse was "horny dream" that had gotten her all hot and bothered. I couldn't manage to cum because of the booze, but she further surprised me by having a huge orgasm very quickly – and never made a peep about the squeaking springs or moaning. After we were done, she rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.

On the ride home the next day, Val remained quiet until I felt like I had to find out what was bothering her. I didn't want to have my friendship with Robbie causing problems between my wife and me. I thought that maybe I could talk to him if they had argued.

Val stuck with "nothing's wrong" for at least an hour of my asking on and off. Finally, after we'd stopped for some lunch, she started to talk. It hadn't been an argument between Robbie and her. It had been something much more.

"You know how Robbie was complaining about the fact that he didn't get out much?" she asked.

"He said a lot more to me in private," I confirmed. "He was telling me that he hasn't gotten laid since Fran left. That's over two years!"

"I know."

"What? Knew that it has been two plus years since Fran, or about him not getting laid?" I teased.

Val looked out the side window. "About not getting laid," she answered softly.

"Robbie talked to you about that?" This really surprised me. Rob and Val never talked about those sorts of things. He innately knew that it would be out of bounds with her, I guess.

Val kept her head turned away. "Robbie and I talked a lot while you were out yesterday. A lot."

"That's good."

She was silent for a minute or two. "Actually, Mike, there's more, and I had decided that I wouldn't tell you, but I've been sitting here feeling horrible about keeping something from you. I just don't want to break up your friendship with Robbie."  

"What is it?"

"Well, Robbie made a pass at me."

It came out all in a rush and I could tell that it had cost her a lot to say it. Val knew the way I felt about her, and also about Rob.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

"What is there to say? He came on to me."

"Look, Val, I want to know exactly what happened. You're my wife and he's my oldest friend."

Val was quiet for a good 5 minutes before she finally began to speak quietly. "We were talking and we'd had a bit to drink, and well, you know, he started telling me things."

"Like what?"

"Like how lonely he's been, and how lucky you are to have someone, someone like me."

"And?"

"I began feeling really bad for him. I mean, Robbie's a nice guy and it turns out that Fran treated him like shit."

"He never told me why they broke up and I never wanted to ask."

"Robbie was really crushed. Oh, you don't need to hear the story, but that's the reason why he hasn't really tried to find someone else."

"So he made a pass at you before or after he told you all this?"

"After."

"And you blew him off. He'd been drinking and you're a beautiful woman. It's not a big deal."

"Mike, I can't lie to you. I didn't just blow him off."

"What happened?"

"He kissed me."

"So? I've seen him do that lots of times."

"No, I mean he really kissed me, and, um, I kissed him back."

Val went silent again and I knew her well enough to realize that I wasn't getting the whole story.

"Val, honey, just tell me what happened. We have to talk this through."

She unbuckled her seat belt and slid over next to me, leaning against my shoulder. "Mike, I'm just so confused."

"Confused about what?"

"About the way I feel. I want to tell you something and it may make you really upset."

"Val, just tell me. I can't promise I won't be upset, but you started in on this and now you have to finish."

"Okay, okay. You're right."

It was tough for a lot of the time, but I did keep my mouth shut and let her talk.

"Like I said, when you left Robbie and I started talking about his marriage. At the end, he said you were so lucky to have such a 'beautiful and sexy wife', and all he knew was that he wished he had what you have. He didn't think now that he'd ever find that.

"He seemed so down. My heart went out to him. He said that it's been really difficult not to have someone to hold and talk to, a back to scratch, someone to make love to. I answered that there were other ways to relieve that sort of tension and he laughed very sourly and told me that gets pretty old after two years. Robbie said that he loves having me around and he hoped I wouldn't be offended to know that he's always thought about me in a, you know, sexual way, that I really turn him on. Then he acted all embarrassed and shut up.

"I was really flattered. Lately I've been feeling dumpy and old, and yes, I know you always tell me I'm beautiful and sexy, but you're my husband. Here was this handsome guy who was telling me I really turned him on.

"I didn't want him to feel bad about speaking so frankly and didn't want him to think I was angry with him, so I got off the sofa went over to his chair and kissed him, and told him that I really appreciated him being so open – and for the nice compliment."

I didn't point out that a few minutes earlier, Val was saying that Robbie kissed her.

"Robbie went out to the kitchen to freshen our drinks and when he came back, he sat next to me on the sofa. We talked a bit more and then he asked if he could have another kiss. I told him okay and so he leaned over, held my face in his hands and kissed me really deeply." Val said that last part in a dreamy voice and it was obvious that she was reliving the moment. "We kissed for a few minutes and I could feel him becoming very aroused. To get things back under control, I excused myself and went into the bathroom. When I came back out, Robbie's eyes were just boring into me. I stopped in the middle of the room. 'You really are a beautiful woman, Val,' he said. 'Do you know what I'd like more than anything in the world?'

"'What?'

"'Promise me you won't get angry?' I had no idea what he was going to say, but he'd gotten me very curious, so promised I wouldn't get angry. 'I'd really love to see you naked. I've tried to imagine it plenty of times and it's driving me nuts!'

"I couldn't believe he said something that outrageous! But I'd promised, so I kept my cool. He just continued staring at me, waiting. I told him that I thought that was very nice of him to think that I was beautiful and that he wanted to see me naked. I was really flattered, but I could never do anything like that. It wasn't right.

"Robbie said again how lonely he'd been and that it would be so nice to have a photo of me and he could, you know, it would help him to relieve the pressure when it got to be too much if..."

I finally spoke up. "He wanted a photo of you to jerk off to."

Val laughed nervously. "Yeah, that's what he said. He told me that I probably thought he was depraved or something, but he'd wanted to say that to me for a long time now, and well, it just sort of slipped out.

"I was all confused. Here I'd opened Pandora's box by kissing him and I felt pretty guilty and stupid. We talked about it more."

"He didn't talk you into posing for him, did he?"

Val took a deep breath. "I can't lie. Yes, he did."

"I don't believe it!"

"You said you wouldn't get mad!"

"I'm not mad. I'm amazed! You've hardly ever let me take photos of you."

"Well, I did do it. I let Robbie take some photos with his digital camera. That way there would be no film to develop. He promised he would never let anyone see them, that they'd be our little secret and that he'd, um, use them when he needed to."

Val then went on to tell me that one pose was with her in her high-heeled sandal-type shoes, a turquoise silk blouse, on but not buttoned, and panties. The second was with her in just the blouse, lying on her back in front of the fire, and the third was on the sofa with her completely naked, lying on her side with one leg up. Robbie had probably gotten a great view of her open snatch.

I was beyond words, and truth be told more than a little angry that Robbie had charmed my wife out of her clothes, but I was also very turned on, knowing what she probably looked like.

As I said, Val is what you would call statuesque with a great set of legs, a beautiful face and terrific breasts. Her skin is very light, almost white, and flawless. Her pubic hair is sparse and straight. Robbie must have gotten some terrific shots. He knew how to use a camera.

Val and I talked a bit more and she seemed reassured that I wasn't angry. Eventually, she admitted that said she was glad she could "help" Robbie. With her confession over, she napped for the rest of the trip.

I reflected as I drove that my wife had really surprised me by what she'd done. It was totally out of character for her.

Little did I know. 

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Val was like a different woman after that. She began exercising and running and put us both on a diet to banish that "middle-age spread". I should mention that she had been a "jockette" in high school, really into soccer, volleyball and gymnastics. That's why she had such a great body. Now she worked at it so incessantly that the extra pounds just seemed to melt away and her muscle tone was better than ever. Talk about buns of steel!

When I questioned her about the change, Val admitted that Robbie had made her feel desirable again – not that I didn't, but that it was nice that it had been confirmed by "outside" sources.

She also took much more interest in sex. Val was all over me almost every day. She still wasn't willing to experiment much, but she was constantly wanting to give me oral or handjobs. When I say interested, I mean that she would offer to do it and then ask all kinds of questions about what this felt like and did I like it when she did that. Trust me when I say that her skills improved dramatically. I inwardly began thanking Robbie for doing what he'd done.

During this time, his emails to me didn't change and he never tried to converse with Val on her own, and since he never brought up what had happened, I didn't either. Everything seemed to be going on as before.

Of course I tried to coax more information out of her, but Val wasn't very forthcoming. Since she only works part-time, she normally did her exercising in the morning and then a bit of housework before heading out for the afternoon and occasional evening at the store where she worked part time. I did notice after a while that the laundry wasn't getting done as regularly as in the past and that we were having a lot more prepared meals for dinner. I began wondering what my wife was doing with her time. I hate to admit it, but I did a little snooping.

First thing I discovered was that she'd been using her long forgotten dildo. As a matter of fact, it seemed to have acquired a friend, one of those vibrating ones with a suction cup on the end. Him I found in the back of the closet in a shoe box, along with an almost empty bottle of lubricant. Hmmm... Digging further, I came across two Candida Royale DVDs, not really hard core stuff, but still way past what I'd thought Val would be comfortable watching.

I decided to re-double my efforts to get her to 'fess up, but bear in mind that I didn't want to tell her that I'd been snooping, because I felt guilty about that. The bedroom seemed the best place to me to find out anything. In the heat of the moment she might just tell me what was going on in that beautiful head of hers.

That night, when she got back from work, she took a quick shower and came out of the bathroom looking like a dream. Her long, flowing hair had gotten even longer and had recently been expertly trimmed. Her alabaster skin glowed, and even after two kids her breasts still rose high and proud. All the exercising had been to great effect. I immediately got very hard.


Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 02



You'll need to have read Val the Magnificent to understand where this story is coming from. By the way, if you don't like this sort of story, don't read it and certainly don't send me nasty e-mails. I have no interest in reading them. There's room for everything on this site!

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Oddly, our ride home from Robbie's was much the same as it had been so many months before, and I thought it might be for the same reason. Val was very quiet and spent most of the time turned away while she looked out the side window.

Deciding that I didn't want our lines of communication to go back to the way they used to be, I took the bull by the horns. "Look, Val, obviously something's bothering you. What are you thinking? Is there anything I don't know that you need to tell me?"

My beautiful wife sighed heavily. "You're right. To answer your question, no, I didn't do anything I didn't tell you about. That isn't going to happen again. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"Now that I've done it, now that the heat's died down, I'm not liking what I did. You're probably going to laugh at me, but I feel cheap. I let you down, and I haven't been a very good wife these past few months, and certainly not this weekend. What I've been going through isn't about us, it's about me, my self-indulgence."

I nodded my head. "I was afraid this would happen."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"The guilt. Didn't you enjoy it?"

"That's not the point! What I did this weekend goes against everything I was brought up to believe. To be honest, I feel like a tramp." She sighed. "It's like since our first visit to Robbie I've been addicted to the thought of his penis. This wasn't about him. I have no feelings for Robbie. As a matter of fact, I think he's a bastard for coming on to me. At the same time, I know I'm no better than he is. Everything I've believed about myself has gone right out the window -- all because of a big penis!"

We talked long and hard for the rest of the trip. Val finally admitted that it had been "very enlightening" to experience another man's cock, but it was not something she wanted to ever do again. She also got me to admit that I hadn't been very comfortable about several things that had happened, either. We both felt that she'd been careening out of control.

Trouble was, sex with her up until she'd had her romp with Robbie had been so amazing.

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Over the next few weeks, we slipped back into our old habits. Val stopped asking me for sex, pouncing on me as soon as I got in the door at night, and while we still made love a few times a week (usually at my instigation), she told me she didn't want me to talk about Robbie and what had happened anymore. Val also stopped using her toys as far as I could tell and didn't want to use them when we made love. She also went back to dressing to hide her body, not enhance it.

One thing didn't change, though. Val continued to exercise at an almost furious rate, and I got the distinct feeling that she was trying to sublimate her carnal urges. Talk about a hard body! Even though she'd gone back to her baggier-style clothes, she still turned a lot of heads when we went out.

As her birthday approached in April, I began thinking that maybe we could do something that would enable her to feel better about the sexual passion Robbie had brought out in her. I considered a weekend away, taking her dining and dancing. Val told me the thing she really wanted was a quiet night at home, her favorite things for dinner (lobster and champagne), "And then maybe some nice, gentle loving afterwards."

A year ago, her request would have sounded pretty darn good, but what I lusted after was the return of the "wild" Val, the one who required A LOT of loving and needed it fast and hard. 

I wanted to try to bring that out again. This time, though, I resolved that we would take it slower, not make her feel like she was losing control and turning into a slut. I wanted her to feel good about her sexuality. 

I eventually decided on a plan of action, something that might draw her out of the shell she'd retreated back into...

With the help of the Internet, I came up with several options. I had no idea how Val would take to what I was planning, and as my ideas were all rather expensive, I'd be going out on a limb if I couldn't draw her out. All the time, though, I was thinking that the hot woman revealed earlier in the year still had to be there waiting for another chance. Because of her bad feelings over what she'd done, though, Val had banished her to some dark corner in her mind.

I didn't have a lot of time to work with, but the manufacturer did an excellent job with shipping and Val's present was delivered in time to my workplace – fortunately in an unmarked box! Managing to get it home while Val was at work, I opened it to check that everything was at it should be and familiarized myself with the way it operated. So far so good.

Our two kids would be coming over on the weekend to celebrate with us, so the night was clear. After shopping for two big lobsters and all the fixings, I came home, did some cooking and wrapped Val's present. I wanted everything to be ready when she got home.

When she walked in the door, I had a bottle of white wine in a cooler on the coffee table. Right next to it was the big box containing her present. I have to admit that I was pretty nervous. What would Val's reaction be when she saw the machine?

Val sat down, took off her shoes and rubbed her feet tiredly. "Man oh man, what a day!"

I poured her a glass and handed it to her. "Would you like me to massage your feet?"

"That would be wonderful," she sighed, then leaned over to kiss me.

I went to the bedroom and got some massage oil and spent 15 or 20 minutes working the kinks out of her feet while she drank a couple of glasses of wine and relaxed.

"Is this huge box all for me?" she asked. "What is it?"

"Do you want me to just tell you or do you want to unwrap it?"

Val smiled. "I was just teasing. I am curious, though; it's awfully heavy."

"Oh," I said as I slipped an oily hand up her smooth leg, "so you were hefting it while I was out of the room. Just for that, maybe I shouldn't let you open it tonight."

Val opened her legs a little bit more. "I would be willing to, ah, make you an offer you couldn't refuse..."

She wanted to read my card first, though. It was not my usual silly sort of birthday greeting, but one that I'd spent a lot of time looking for. I thought she was going to start crying as she finished it. I thought it stated quite well how much and for what things I really loved her. She spent the next few minutes kissing me tenderly.

Finally she picked up her wine glass again. "Now for this huge present! I'm dying to know what it is."

I guess because she was a bit tipsy, she tore the wrapping paper off the box, throwing it all over the living room, rather than her usual habit of opening a present carefully so that the paper could be used again.

"A case of toilet paper?" she shrieked with laughter at my little dodge. "You bastard!"

"Keep opening it, honey," I answered calmly. "All is not what it seems."

When she finally pried the box open, she sat back on her heels. "What the heck is this?"

I'd purchased the most expensive self-pleasuring device on the market. It's shaped like a padded half-barrel and has a very powerful vibrator built into the top as well as an armature that causes various attachments you can put on it to move in circles. I'd bought every attachment, dildos of various sizes, a double thing (one for the woman's vagina and one for her butt) and even this bulb thing that was supposed to be heavenly for G spot stimulation. It also came with an instructional video that was a pretty hot show in itself.

"It's called a Sybian."

"That tells me a lot! What's it supposed to do?"

"It, um... Well you sit on it and it, um..."

"What?"

This wasn't going the way I'd planned. "It's a machine for a woman to use to pleasure herself."

"Why would I need to do that? I have you."

"Well, maybe you could use it when I'm not around. You know, like you used to."

Val frowned. "Oh, so that's it. What if I'm not interested? We've talked about this stuff before, Mike. You know how I feel."

"No, I don't!" I said more harshly than I wanted to.

"I see."

Val rose to her feet and went upstairs to change out of her work clothes without saying any more. I went off to the kitchen to get the dinner on the table in the hopes that I might salvage something of the evening.

When I announced that dinner was served, Val came in from the living room and sat down across from me. I poured the champagne and we toasted her birthday, both trying to ease the tension from earlier.

"At the risk of incurring your feminine wrath, I'd like to say that it's hard to believe that you're actually 45," I said. "You look younger than you did a year ago!"

She smiled wistfully. "Thank you -- even if you are blinded by love."

"No, I'm not. I overheard some guys at the supermarket last week. They both thought you were maybe 35. I know how hard you've been working out. I just want you to know that it's been worth the effort. The guys said they thought you had the nicest butt they've ever seen."

Val blushed and took another sip of champagne.

We did make love that night and it was slow and gentle and Val even took me in her mouth bringing me almost to the brink several times before finally letting me cum. Then after getting me hard again, she slid her luscious pussy down onto my cock and rode me to a huge climax. I couldn't manage to cum again, but seeing her so into it for a change made the whole experience very worthwhile.

I got the feeling, though, that she was trying to show me that she didn't need toys anymore. The Sybian wasn't brought up. As soon as she fell asleep, I went downstairs and took the box into the basement, putting it into a far corner where the kids or their friends wouldn't accidentally discover it. I went back upstairs feeling pretty low about the outcome of my big plans for the evening.

I didn't notice at the time that the instructional video wasn't in the box.

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A week or two went by and nothing much changed. We made love and Val again seemed rather unengaged and distant. I was getting more unhappy about the situation and I could sense she was, too. I decided that another course of action was in order.

After one particularly hard day at her job, I ran a hot bath, added her favorite oil, lit about a dozen candles and put some white wine on to chill. After undressing her slowly (with no touching! How did I manage that?), Val put up her long black hair and slid down into the water.

"This is heaven!" she told me as I handed her a glass of wine.

I put on one of her favorite albums and sat down on the edge of the tub. We began to talk, nothing much at first, just the sort of chatter you make with someone you know well.

As the water began to get a bit cold, I asked her if she'd like to "roll around on the bed for awhile tonight?"

"When I came home, I would have given you a flat out 'no', but after this soothing bath and a bit of wine... Sure! Why not?"

She stood up, and as the water drained away, I dried her carefully with a big soft towel. Val walked into the bedroom and I followed with the candles then proceeded to take my clothes off while she watched, sprawled on the bed, looking like a goddess.

I started things off by rubbing her back while she lay next to me, stopping every now and then to kiss her, my hands gradually drifting lower until they were sliding over the smooth mounds of her butt.

"Mmmm. That feels so good, Mike. You're making me very horny, you know."

Shifting her body a bit, her legs moved a little apart, giving me access to the space between her legs. I resisted temptation and continued moving slowly, sometimes going as low as the sensitive spot behind her knees, other times concentrating on her back, but never going between her legs. As my hands would pass over her rear, Val started flexing her ass muscles -- a clear sign of her mounting arousal. The muscle definition was amazing. It reminded me of those gymnasts you see in the Olympics and made my cock harder than ever. I moved closer behind her and began kissing her neck.

She moved again as I pressed against her back and I now had access to her breasts. Val's whole areola swells when she's sexually excited, and that night they were very swollen indeed, each topped with an incredibly hard nipple. When I finally gave her left one a fairly hard squeeze and pull, she moaned and shifted again to reach back for my cock. I began talking into her ear as I continued playing with her gorgeous nipples.

"You're very horny tonight."

She sighed, "You've made me that way."

"No, you are that way. I'm just helping you let it happen. You like feeling like this, don't you?"

"Mmmm, sometimes. But when I feel like this I can do bad things and I don't like that."

"Why not? Doesn't it feel good?"

"Yes, but I get out of control. I don't know when to stop."

"Stop what?"

"You know...things."

I slid my hand down the muscles in her stomach. Her legs opened a little as she rolled over onto her back.

"You mean things like playing with yourself?"

"Yes."

"But doesn't it feel good?" I asked as I cupped her pussy with my hand, feeling the wetness.

"Yes, but then I feel guilty afterwards."

"But what if it wasn't your fault?"

She didn't say anything for a moment, but her breathing quickened. "What do you mean?"

It hit me suddenly where this conversation seemed to be heading and my dick started throbbing. "What if you couldn't stop it? What if you couldn't prevent it from happening?"

I drew my middle finger up Val's slit. At the top I found her clit very erect, hot and throbbing. She groaned as I barely touched it and moved away again.

"Don't keep toying with me, Mike. I want to cum!"

"Oh you do? What if I made you wait?"

Her hand drifted down to join mine between her legs. "Then I'd have to take care of it myself."

"Ah, but what if you couldn't?"

"What do you mean?" she repeated, as I moved her hand away.

"I'll show you," I answered, getting up from the bed. "Close your eyes and let me surprise you."

Val did as I asked and I went to the closet and got out a few of my silk ties. Coming back to the bed, I took one of her wrists and started to knot one of the ties around it.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, looking up at me . Her face was flushed and her breathing rapid. She guessed what was coming and I got the strong feeling it was turning her on.

It was only a few moment's work to fasten her wrists to the wooden lattice of our bed's headboard. We have built-in drawers under the bed and I used the handles on the middle ones to tie her ankles so that they were pulled back and out, causing her legs to spread apart and her sex to open up. Val had a far away expression as she watched me work.

"There!" I said standing up. "Now you're stuck, aren't you? You couldn't stop me from doing anything I wanted."

"No...but you wouldn't, would you?"

"The point is you have no way of stopping me and nothing to feel guilty about afterwards because it would be all my fault, wouldn't it?"

Val looked a little apprehensive at that, but she didn't say a word, and I noticed the flush in her cheeks spreading down to her chest.

"Do you you want me to untie you?"

"Um...no..."

"Good, girl."

I lay down next to her and spent the next half hour kissing her, starting with her face, then her lips, moving down to her neck (a big turn-on for her) and eventually to her breasts, all the while stroking her soft skin. 

It didn't take long for Val to be writhing on the bed, pulling on her bonds and very turned on.

"Do you want to cum now?"

"Yes, please! Make me cum!"

"Maybe later," I said nonchalantly as I went to the foot of the bed and began sucking on her toes, something that always drives Val nuts.

"Mike, don't tease. I want you inside me. Now!"

"No, love. Not yet. There are a few things I want to do first."

By the time I worked my way to the top of her long legs, Val was thrusting her hips up trying to get my mouth onto her gloriously dripping pussy. For the first time in a long time, my demure wife was on fire -- just the way I liked her.

I got up off the bed.

"Mike! Where are you going? You can't leave me here like this!"

Going to the closet, I found the shoe box where Val's dildos had once again been banished. I came out with the biggest one.

Val's eyes got big. "You're not going to make me be bad, are you?"

"Using this on you would be bad?"

She nodded her head, but I could also detect the tiniest of smiles.

I got back on the bed between her spread legs. "Well, you won't be able to do a thing to stop it. Maybe I won't have to punish you, either."

Lying down, I began blowing warm air on her swollen and dripping pussy, giving it the occasional swipe of my tongue as I watched (and felt) my wife get even more aroused. Before long she was begging me to lick her, suck on her swollen clit, anything to bring her off.

I brought her to the brink several times, until she was writhing and shaking uncontrollably, humping her hips against my mouth every time I got close to her clit. Finally, I felt she'd taken enough, and sucking her clit between my lips, I rolled my tongue over its tip.

Val came harder than I'd ever seen as she writhed and gasped and moaned for a good thirty seconds. As her orgasm subsided, I grabbed the dildo, turned it on to its highest setting, and with one smooth movement, shoved it in to the hilt.

"Don't make me do this, Mike," she moaned. "I don't want to be bad. I don't want you to have to punish me."

"You don't? Do you want me to stop, then?"

Silence except for the creaking of the bed as she struggled against her bonds.

I started moving the dildo in and out with the rolling motion that turns her on so much. It wasn't long before Val was moaning and gasping again, her whole body shaking and shining with sweat as her passion built to an even greater peak than before.

When she came for a second time, her body went rigid as the orgasm ripped through it. I didn't miss a beat and kept up the onslaught, sawing in and out of her pussy until she orgasmed again. By the time I brought her to her last orgasm Val was so out of her mind with lust that she was screaming at me to keep fucking her with it, telling me how much she loved the way it filled her up and made her feel.

After her fourth mind-bending orgasm, I put aside the toy and mounted her myself. My cock was nearly purple it was throbbing so hard as I plunged it in. Val's pussy was pretty loose from the girth of the dildo by this time but I was too close to coming almost immediately as she continued to writhe beneath me.

Pulling out, I untied her legs but not her arms and then slipped into her again. She seemed to be in a sexual haze, her eyes heavily lidded, but as soon as I started moving, she wrapped her legs around mine and thrust against me in total abandon. Her face was strained in concentration as she tried tightening her inner muscles to grip my cock more firmly.

"I love the way you fuck me, Mike!" she moaned, looking up.

"And I love when you get so hot."

"Fuck me hard!" she demanded as I began thrusting faster. "Make me cum once more!"

I did the best I could and just managed to hold off until she came one last time, and even if it wasn't a violent as the others, it was still a nice way to end. I came harder than I had in months and for several moments afterwards felt lightheaded.  

After cleaning up a bit, we got back into bed and cuddled.




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 02



"That was very nice," Val muttered sleepily as I rubbed her back.

"Yes, love, but you were bad, weren't you?"

"Very bad...but you forced me to do it."

"I think I may have to punish you, you know."

She turned and looked over her shoulder. "What are you going to do?"

"You'll see."



Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 03



Over the next week or so Val showed more interest in making love, but went back to maintaining the veneer of being prim and proper. Meanwhile I was doing a lot of thinking.

The night I tied her to the bed gave me considerable insight into what was now making my pretty wife tick -- sexually speaking. There was this other person inside her, curious, very highly sexed and just a little bit dangerous. This was who had been released by my friend Robbie coming on to her. She'd been in the ascendancy over the several months until Val finally had a chance to consummate her lust for Robbie's big dick.

Immediately after, the "good" Val had taken control again and shut everything down. Since that time, I guess she'd been waging an inner battle between these two opposing forces. Taking away the good Val's control by tying her to the bed had allowed my wife the opportunity to let her bad "bad" side peek out a bit and the results had been amazing. Now that I knew the key to the situation, I could help massage things in the direction I felt that both of us wanted to go. I began to think of it as The Game: facilitating Val being bad.

I knew my wife was curious about what I might do next, but I let that curiosity build for nearly ten days. During that time, I kept close watch on Val's toys to see if she'd started using them again. Whether she was being pretty cagey or had a stash I didn't know about, they didn't seem to have been touched. I did find our lubricant bottle in what I thought was a different place one day, so I noted things more carefully, but still couldn't spot anything I could be certain about.

On a Thursday Val was working late, and I was feeling a little frisky so I went into the cabinet below the TV where we keep our movies. Behind the first row is a small pile of porn flicks we'd gotten over the past few months (and which we hadn't watched together since Robbie). A little chance to unwind would be nice. When I pulled them out to look through them, lo and behold, there was the instructional video that came with the Sybian.

Now one thing my wife isn't is dumb. If she'd wanted to watch the video but keep it secret, she would have put it back in the carton with the Sybian. If it had been left here, it was with the expressed purpose that I'd eventually find it.

I went down to the basement and pulled the carton out. When putting it away I'd sealed it with shipping tape and it hadn't been tampered with. Now I understood. Val must have taken the tape out on the night of her birthday and hadn't been able to get it back in again because of the tape. Had she watched it, though? Undoubtedly, or it wouldn't have been where it was. The saucy wench was challenging me in her own discreet way. "I'm being bad. What are you going to do about it?"

The video gave me the perfect idea for her punishment. Something we could both get off on...

The following Saturday, Val was working at her store job all day. I went to the local adult toy store and bought some proper restraints. Using my ties was well and good, but something comfortable but strong would make it more enjoyable -- for both of us. I finally settled on four Velcro cuffs attached to long nylon straps. The cuffs had this furry fabric that felt quite nice, and they were big enough to put around Val's upper arms or calves if I wanted to. You could get them on and off quickly and easily, as well as tighten them pretty securely. This was important, remembering how Val had seemed to enjoy struggling against her bonds. It was all part of The Game.

On the way home, I stopped at a lumber yard and got a sheet of 1/2 inch plywood and a few other items I'd need and then spent the day getting everything together. By mid-afternoon, I was ready for the next step in our little erotic dance.

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Val, predictably, came home that evening rather tired. I was ready with a glass of wine (or 2) and a light dinner, something necessary for what I had planned.

While we ate, I brought up the subject we'd both danced around for the past 12 days.

"I was looking around on Thursday evening for something to watch, and you'll never guess what I found in our cabinet."

Val immediately looked uneasy, but there was also something else there. Excitement? "Movies?" she countered flippantly. 

"Well, yes. I did find a movie, but not what I was expecting. It was something that came with your birthday present. When did you take it out of the carton?"

She dropped her eyes. "While you were putting dinner on the table that night. I was pretty angry with you, but I was also curious, so I started looking in the box. Then you came in unexpectedly and I didn't have time to get that video cassette back in, so I hid it under a pillow."

"Why did you do that?"

Val looked up somewhat defiantly. "Because I didn't want you to know I had any interest in that machine. I was afraid..."

"Of what?"

"That you'd make my do something I wouldn't want to do."

I smiled at her. "You mean something bad?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"And tell me, have you watched the video?"

Val looked down into her lap again and answered by nodding.

"And did it turn you on?"

Again a nod.

"Did you have to play with yourself, make yourself cum?"

"Yes, she answered in a small voice, "twice."

"That's being very bad, you know. It means you're going to have to be punished."

Her eyes got big. "What are you going to do?"

"If you watched the video, then you know how the Sybian works. Have you thought of trying it out yourself?"

"You'd make me do that?"

"If I decide that's what your punishment should be, yes. Tell me, do you think you should be punished?"

My wife again looked down and several seconds later nodded her head again.

I drained my wine glass and got up. "I want you to meet me downstairs in five minutes. I want your hair up and I want you naked." With that, I turned on my heel and headed for the basement.

Our house has a finished basement, but we don't use it much. It was primarily a place for our two kids to hang out with their friends. Val and I had been wondering what we should do with it now that they'd moved out. I'd spent part of my afternoon getting it ready for our little drama. Some new lights had been put up and shone down on the middle of the floor. There, bolted down to the plywood I'd bought, was the Sybian. Since it was a bit noisy, I'd found an old piece of foam to put between it and the board and I'd bought a scrap of thick carpet to go over the plywood. When you turned the machine on now, it was fairly quiet and the carpet would also make it easier on Val's knees.

Also on the board, I'd mounted some eyebolts on either side of the Sybian. Val stopped midway down the stairs when she saw what was waiting for her. There was no doubt as it sat there under the lights, what the star of tonight's show would be. I'd mounted the largest dildo on the rotating post and it was pretty darned impressive. I thnk both our hearts were beating a mile a minute.

"You want to use that on me?"

"Yes. You told me yourself not that long ago that when you've been bad, you expect to be punished. Since you've been so curious about your birthday present and you know what an evil thing it is, I think you need to be punished -- by being forced to use it."

I thought for a moment that Val was going to bolt, but then I caught that evil little glint in her eye, just something fleeting, but I knew she was going to play.

"Please don't make me do this!" she pleaded. "I'll...I'll let you tie me to the bed again."

She didn't fool me for a minute. I don't think she'd spotted the eye bolts yet, or if she had, she didn't know what they would be used for, but Val was clearly transmitting to me that she wanted to be restrained.

"No, tonight it's the Sybian." From the couch in the corner, I picked up the new restraints and a bottle of lubricant. "Come over here."

Val quietly did as I ordered. She silently watched me a put a generous amount of lubricant on the dildo and some on the ridged pad that would rest against the top of her slit when she was mounted on the Sybian.

"Now sit on it."

Val actually gulped but did as I asked. Her eyes again got big as she carefully sank down on the dildo. 

Kneeling, she looked up at me. "Now what?"

"Hold out your wrists."

I put a restraint on each wrist, tightened them up pretty snuggly and then tied the ends to the two bolts which were farthest away from the Sybian. Val's arms were extended straight out and at about a 45 degree angle down.

Next I put a restraint around each of her thighs and tied those lines around the inner pair of eye bolts, slightly behind the machine and out about half the distance to the edge of the plywood. What it forced Val to do was sit more snuggly against the machine.

Restrained like this, she couldn't be able to get off the Sybian until I unfastened her.

While I worked, I saw all the signs of my wife's growing arousal. I'd guessed right. This was really turning her on.

"What are the bright lights for? she asked.

I pulled are video camera from the corner and set it up at about the height of Val's head right in front of her. "You're going to make a video tonight. It's going to be called 'Val's Punishment'. You're the star."

She looked a bit concerned. "But Mike, honey, somebody could see it. Do you think you should risk that?"

"Oh yes. Next time I go looking for a nice video to watch, I'll watch you having orgasm after orgasm. Maybe sometimes I'll make you watch it so you'll remember what happens to you when you're bad. Maybe I'll let some of my friends watch it."

"Mike, don't do this to me. I promise I won't be bad anymore. At least turn the video off. Please!"

I'll give her this, Val was pretty convincing.

Picking up the Sybian's controller I went back behind the camera, turned it on and then turned on the vibrator component of the Sybian, using it's lowest setting.

The sensation must have surprised Val because she made a move to get up, and of course she couldn't. She couldn't even push herself off the machine very much because of the restraints on her thighs. The muscles in her ass flexed in the most delicious manner.

Sitting down on the sofa, I prepared to enjoy the show.

I gradually turned the vibrations up. Val sat ramrod straight, but it wasn't hard to see that the stimulation was beginning tohave the desired effect on her. Her ass began flexing more and I could detect a small rocking motion as she began to ride the pleasuring machine. Her breathing was also becoming faster and there was a definite flush to her neck and chest.

For a moment I turned the vibrations up much higher. A deep moan came out of Val and her eyes closed. She sagged down into the saddle, forcing stronger contact with her clit against the knobbed pad. I immediately turned the vibration control way down. She sighed and looked over at me but didn't say anything.

That's when I turned on the rotation.

Val immediately gasped and writhed as the big dildo rotated against her walls. The fat mushroom head, being farthest from the center of the rotation, moved the most.

"Oh my God! That feels...fucking...amazing," Val moaned.

"You used a bad word," I teased. Just for that, I'm going to have to turn it up a bit."

Val bucked and pulled on the straps holding her wrists. Her lower body began moving as if she actually were fucking somebody. Under the heat of the lights and also her rising passion, she was now sweating. I turned up the rotation and vibration up to the halfway point.

"Ohhhhh! That's almost too much, Mike. You're going to...make me cum! Oh shit, oh shit!"

Val was beside herself now and getting close to what looked to be a massive climax. She road the Sybian like a bucking bronco, thrusting against it with abandon and grunting in time with the rotation of the dildo.

I turned up both controls a bit more.

My wife screamed as the orgasm roared through her body, swaying as the dildo pushed against the walls of her pussy, the muscles in her body taut from the strength of her spasms.

As she started to come down the other side, I turned the controls back down and started taking my clothes off. Time for me to have some fun.

I went over and stood in front of her, my rock-hard erection standing out proudly. My wife took one look at it and opened up her mouth. I slid it in and could feel her tongue swirling around underneath the tip. It felt like heaven.

Turning the controls up again, Val moaned deep in her throat and her eyes opened wide. I stood looking down at her and played with the controls, now turning off the vibration, varying the rotation, mixing things up. She was having trouble concentrating on my cock.

With both controls halfway up again, she began to rock on the Sybian, fucking back at it and I started moving my cock in and out of her mouth. She leaned forward as far as she could and without much effort, I began to slide the whole length into her mouth and down her throat. Faster and faster I went, trying to match the crescendo of her approaching orgasm.

I climaxed just before she did, causing her to gag a bit and what felt like a gallon of cum began overflowing her mouth. I stepped back from her with weak knees. Once free of my cock, Val rode the crest of her orgasm, making wordless sounds of passion as the orgasm wracked her body.

Going over to the sofa, I grabbed my t-shirt and cleaned up the mess on her chin, throat and chest. Val thought I was going to release her, but I chucked the t-shirt on the sofa and headed for the stairs.

"Mike! Where the hell are you going?"

I turned to look at my lovely wife, held down against the infernal machine that had just given her so much pleasure. "I thought I'd go up and get a beer. Hope we have some or I'll have to go out to the store and heaven only knows how long that could take."

"Mike! You can't leave me here like this! What if something happens?"

"Something is going to happen: you're going to have several more orgasms while I'm gone." I started up the stairs. "Have fun!"

"Mike, honey! Please don't leave me, I don't know how much more of this I can take. I..."

Val stopped talking and let out a loud groan as another orgasm began growing to critical mass.

I stayed upstairs nursing a beer for around 15 minutes and during that time I heard the unmistakeable sounds of at least three more huge orgasms. Val didn't call out for me once as I expected she might. Perhaps she thought I really had gone out for more beer. Perhaps she didn't care.

When I went downstairs again, Val was like a rag doll atop the Sybian, lost in a haze of sexual excess. She seemed to be having orgasms about every two minutes or maybe it was one very long one with peaks every so often. She didn't even look at me as I sat down on the sofa again.

Her eyes were shut, her head lolled back. The muscles in her arms were standing out as Val pulled against the straps binding her wrists to the plywood and her legs were flexing rhythmically as if she were trying to pull the dildo farther inside her. I could see her swollen and purple clit sticking out between her labia whenever she rocked back. If someone has ever been in sexual nirvana, then surely this was it. My beautiful wife was fucking the machine as hard as it was fucking her.

I turned up the controls almost to the top.

Val at once screamed and began to shake uncontrollably, moaning, thrashing, riding to sexual bliss. This orgasm lasted for almost a minute and a half by my watch.

As she came down the other side, I followed, turning down the controls until the machine stopped. Val sagged against her bonds, her chest heaving with the excursion I'd just put her through. Sweat poured off her and I went in the laundry room for a big towel which I draped over her shoulders, massaging the moisture away.

She sighed deeply and looked up. "Please, honey...no more."

I switched off the camera and stood in front of her. "No, I can see you've had enough."

As I undid the velcro straps, I had to support Val or she might have just fallen over sideways. Her knees were stiff from having sat on them for such a long time, so I just lifted her into my arms and carried her up the stairs.

After laying her down on the bed, I went to the bathroom and got a wash cloth. Val's pussy was an angry red and very swollen. She'd been very thoroughly used. Juices coated the inside of her thighs down to her knees. By the time I finished cleaning her up, Val was already asleep, her face peaceful.

I went to the basement and put everything away. The top of the Sybian was soaked.

Watching the video later was a trip. I don't think I've ever seen anything so hot. Here was a woman on fire, riding herself to orgasm after orgasm, each one seemingly bigger than the last. There was one thing on the tape, though, that really surprised me. 

Shortly after I'd gone upstairs, just after her third orgasm, my lovely Valerie looked directly into the camera. I could clearly see from her eyes and expression and the curl of her smile that it was 'Bad Val' looking out. 

"How did you know this is what I want?" She began her rocking motion again. "I tried not to be bad, but it's hard when you punish me so good. Ahhhh..." Her whole body trembled and she smiled. "God, how I love this!"



Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 04



Ever since I reached puberty, I've been very conflicted. It's easy to explain: my parents have very strong religious views and they brought my sister and me up that way. The conflict comes from the fact that I have sexual urges that they would have considered very, VERY improper.

I had my first period when I was 12. I'd only heard about these things happening from a couple of friends at school. My mom never told me anything about it. One morning I woke up and when I went to get out of bed, I realized the crotch of my pajamas were covered in blood as were the sheets. (I've always been a heavy bleeder.) To say the least, I was hysterical.

Mom came in, took one look at the mess, then looked at me as I stood there crying and shaking, told me to "clean myself up" and we would talk when I got downstairs. "And don't forget to strip your bed!"

The first words out of mom's mouth when we talked were, "So now you know what 'the curse is'." You can gather the way the rest of the conversation went. She let me stay home from school that morning, but only because she didn't have any sanitary napkins. (She was 46 and had already lost her period.) Tampons were totally not on the radar.

Did we ever talk about the birds and bees? No. The little bit I knew was all gleaned in furtive conversations with my friends. Mom told me to stay away from boys "because they all want only one thing". Funny thing was, she would never tell me what that one thing was.

Fast forward to when I was 15. I hadn't been out on a date, hadn't even held hands with a boy, because I knew if I did, my parents would ground me for a century. That's what they said. "Concentrate on school and church. When God believes you're ready, he'll reveal your future husband to you."

Wanting to be a good daughter, I did just that. I got pretty good grades and immersed myself in sports, something I was really good at. Of course, being around jockettes led to a lot of locker room discussion on that most important of topics: boys. Sitting in my corner and listening in, I learned a lot -- and I was fascinated. 

Some of my teammates were pretty wild and dating older boys. Their stories really opened my eyes. By the time I was 17, I knew all about things like blow jobs, getting eaten out, gang bangs, you name it.

And that's where the conflict came in. My parents had always told me these thoughts were "impure" and went against God's will. But I couldn't help myself. Sex fascinated me. I thought about it all the time.

I remember the first time I touched myself between my legs. I'd heard about masturbation when I was 14 but knew that good girls didn't do that sort of thing. You may not believe it, but I resisted until I was 18. That's when my best friend showed me exactly how to do it. She wanted me to do it WITH her, but I was far too embarrassed for that. But even though I knew it was very wrong indeed, I stayed to watch her. I know now that she was interested in seeing if I would be open to the idea of fooling around with her, but at that point I was pretty naive.

"I can't believe you've never brought yourself off, Val! You don't know what you've been missing!"

First she waited until her folks went out. (We went to the same church and her parents were a lot like mine, but Steph had always been a little bit wild and was punished often.)

"Always lock your door!" she said, "because if you're going to do this right, you want to be naked." My eyes must have bugged out because Steph began laughing. "Haven't you ever seen another person naked, Valerie?"

Of course I had being involved in sports, but having someone naked right in front of you and ready to do all sorts of nasty things had been the stuff of my fantasies -- until then.

Stephanie's eyes were locked on mine as she opened the snap at the top of her jeans and worked them down over her hips. I kept my gaze on her face not wanting to look down. Her panties weren't big ones like mine but small and pink and lovely, barely covering her tush, and I was instantly jealous.

"I can't believe your mom lets you wear those."

"She doesn't know I have 'em. I bought them with my baby sitting money and I wash them in the bathroom sink when she's not around."

I stopped her as she began to pull her sweatshirt over her head. "Do you have to be completely, um, naked?"

"Oh come on, Val! Don't be a big stick in the mud. It's more fun if you don't have any clothes on. What are you worried about?"

"What if your parents come home? You couldn't get dressed fast enough."

"Relax. They won't be home for hours. Besides, the door's locked. Do you think they're going to break it down or something?"

Steph's father was pretty large and I knew he had a bad temper. Quite frankly, he scared me.

Not able to reason with her, Steph soon had her sweatshirt and bra off. The panties quickly followed. She stood in front of me with her hands on her hips, head cocked to one side. "Sure you don't want to join me? There's room enough on the bed for two."

I just shook my head, but my mouth was dry. Stephanie had a beautiful body. Her breasts were bigger than mine and hung down more and had huge nipples. The dark hair between her legs was thick and bushy, unlike mine which was rather sparse and straight, like the oriental girls on my soccer team. I wondered how many boys fantasized about what I was seeing in front of me. Even though she only was allowed to date boys from church and then only at church functions (like me, once I'd turned 17), she flirted with all the boys at school.

Steph threw her sweatshirt over the lamp on her night table to soften the light, then lay down on the comforter and spread her legs shamelessly. Reaching under the pillow she pulled out a white tube. I thought it was toothpaste.

"It's KY jelly, silly! Never do this without lubricant unless you're really wet." She reached down between her legs and her middle finger disappeared into her bush. "Mmmm. I think having an audience agrees with me. I'm super wet. Do you ever get wet, Valerie?"

My face burned as I thought about Tom who was in my history class. The head of the student council, basketball star and favorite of just about every girl in the senior class, I had spent an entire period the previous week working on a project with him. Well, he worked, I just sat there with a glazed expression, trying to imagine what he would look like with his clothes off. What his erect penis would look like. When I got to Phys Ed immediately after, my panties were soaked and I could imagine every girl in the locker room could smell it.

That's when I decided that I needed to learn how to masturbate, even if it meant I would go straight to hell because of it.

"Uh, yea...a couple of times."

She patted the bed next to her. "Sit here. You're making me nervous standing there staring at me like that. Besides, you'll be more comfortable. I'm going to make this last awhile."

I sat way at the end as Steph pulled her knees up to give me room. It also gave me a pretty hair-raising view of her open genitals. The room suddenly felt very warm.

"Now, do you know all the things a girl has down here?"

"I did take health class, thank you," I answered rather tartly. I wasn't THAT much of a rube!

I watched as Steph used the fingers of one hand to spread her labia apart, and the other hand to pull up on the skin at the top of her slit.

"This little thing here is going to be your very best friend."

"You mean the clitoris?"

"I like to call it my clit or 'hot button', 'cause that's what it is."

She scooped some moisture from farther down her slit onto her first two fingers and then lightly passed them over her clitoris.

"Oh God! I am SO hot. Do you like watching this, Val? Does it make you hot, too?"

I didn't know what to say. I could feel my whole groin throbbing and I was sure my panties would be soaked in a short time. The feeling had never been this strong before and it sort of frightened me. One part of me wanted to strip off all my clothes and join Stephanie in pleasuring myself, but I also knew that what we were doing was against everything we'd been taught. Still, I couldn't tear my eyes away.

Steph began to rub herself more frantically with her hips making little thrusting movements and her head was tossing from side to side. "Val, will you pinch my nipples for me? That turns me on so much! Please?"

I was shocked. The thought of touching someone else in such an intimate way was beyond my comprehension. I seldom touched myself there! "I can't, Steph. I just can't."

She looked up at me with a glazed expression lost in her sexual feelings. "That's all right. I can do it myself if I have to." 

Steph stopped holding herself open with her left hand and immediately began tugging and twisting at her nipples with it. I thought to myself that it must hurt to do that so hard, but she seemed to be doing anything but suffering from it.

Her hand between her legs was almost a blur as she rubbed a stroked and pulled at her clitoris. By now she wasn't talking anymore, just moaning and thrashing around on the bed as if an invisible lover was taking his pleasure on her body.

My mouth was dry and I squeezed my legs together in an effort to relieve the pulsing pressure in my womanhood. As Stephanie's heat increased I could feel my body doing the same and without realizing what I was doing, one hand reached up and started rubbing my breast.

Steph noticed immediately and smiled slyly. "Are you sure you won't join me? I guarantee you won't believe what it feels like!"

I just shook my head unable to say what I wanted.

"Oh my God! Here it comes Val and...uhhhh...mmmmm... It's going to be a big one.

Stephanie, on the edge of her orgasm, stopped pulling on her nipples and brought her other hand down to her crotch where I watched in amazement as she stuck one, then two, then three, then finally four fingers into herself and started thrusting in and out violently.

"Oh God! Oh God! Fuck! Fuck! I'm going to fucking cum, Val. I'm going to cum all over my hand! This feels so fucking good! Ughhhhhhh..."

I thought Stephanie was going to have a heart attack as her whole body shook while her hand thrust in and out of her vagina. The orgasm rolled through her entire body over and over, causing her to heave and twist uncontrollably.

Finally it ended and she let out a big sigh and smiled. Her body was a sweaty mess and the whole room smelled of the odor of her sexual frenzy. I was shocked, enthralled and more turned on than I'd ever been. My heart was pounding a mile a minute.

"Did you like that, Val? Did you like watching me pleasure myself and make myself cum? Would you like to try it now?"

Her voice was hypnotic and I could feel myself wanting with all my heart to join her in this place of extreme pleasure she'd shown me. Yet, there was also something taunting in my friend's voice, almost as if she was saying that she was more a woman than I because I had never given myself an orgasm.

That broke me out of my trance. "No, Stephanie. I won't ever do this in front of anyone. I couldn't!"

Stephanie shrugged. "Suit yourself. You don't know what your missing. Aren't you even turned on?" Then she looked between my legs and started giggling.

I look down and saw with horror that the crotch of my jeans were soaked through.

"What am I going to do?" I cried. "I can't go home like this!"

Steph got off the bed and stretched. "Then don't go home until it dries, or better yet, throw them in the dryer for a few minutes." Then with her eyes looking right into mine, she reached down between her legs, ran two fingers up between her labia and then stuck them into her mouth. "Mmm, mmm good!"

My mouth fell open. I couldn't imagine anyone ever doing something like that. Little did I know...

Steph slipped on her robe and led me down to the basement. I stripped off my jeans and she put them in the dryer. I immediately noticed the strong odor of sex and realized it was coming from my panties, causing me blush, but also turning me on even more.

Stephanie hugged me. "Relax. This is the way it's supposed to be. Women are supposed to be like this -- regardless of what your parents have told you. Now you can't deny that you were turned on watching me. I know I loved having you there!"

"Is it always like that?" I asked. "I thought you were going to have a heart attack. Do you realize that your eyes actually rolled up into your head when you...um..."

"Don't be afraid to say it, Val. When I came? It's a nice word. I LOVE to come. But no, it's not always like that. Most times they're a lot less strong. It depends how turned on you are."

"How do I know how turned on I am?"

"Believe me, girl, you'll know!" The dryer dinged. "There! Your jeans are as good as new."

Just before putting them on, I made a show of looking at my watch. "Oh golly, I'm late! Sorry Steph but I've got to go." As I slipped my sneakers back on, I looked at her and mumbled something like, "Thanks for showing me that." I don't really know. I was just in a hurry to get home.

Was I about to miss dinner or did I have to be home at a certain time? No. My parents and sister were going out for the evening and I'd have at least two glorious hours with the house all to myself.

I had plans.

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When I got home, I went through the entire house and our yard, just to make sure that no one was around. I knew what the reaction of my parents would be if they caught me doing what I was aching to do. I knew it was a bad thing, but I just couldn't help it. I had to make myself cum.

Finally satisfied that I was alone, I went up to my room, pulled the shade down and even pulled the curtains together. My room, unlike Steph's didn't have a lock on the door, but I was pretty good at using the chair for my desk under the doorknob to keep my bratty little sister out. If for some reason they came home early, I could always claim that I thought she was home and didn't want to be disturbed while I did my homework.

With my heart pounding, I removed my clothes. Looking at myself in the mirror on my closet door, I was amazed at how much different I looked than Stephanie. Where she was all curvy, I was long and lean, and all of that wasn't because I was tall. Until the age of 14, I was still sometimes mistaken for a boy.

My breasts weren't all that big, but as I tweaked my nipples timidly, I realized they were a lot longer than Steph's. My breasts also didn't sag as much. They were shaped more like cones and as my nipples tightened the areolas surrounding them swelled up into smaller cones. This was one reason that I always wore heavy, baggy sweaters. It was pretty obvious when my nipples tightened and it could be really embarrassing...at least I thought so.

Wondering what I could use for lubricant since I didn't have a tube of that jelly stuff, I remembered what Steph had said about being turned on and parted my lips with one hand while I touched myself with the other. I was soaked! The fluid felt sort of like mucus but not quite so thick. I remember thinking naughtily that I liked the way my finger slid along the smooth skin.

I went over to the mirror, spread my legs open and sort of slouched back so I could see what it looked like. It was fascinating. Taking a hand mirror of the shelf over my bed, I sat on the edge, spread my legs and looked again.

There were several things different from Stephanie's sex. My inner lips were much bigger and darker in color, almost a purple. Perhaps it was because they were swollen. They also opened up much wider at the bottom where I could see the mouth of my vagina quite clearly. I wondered if other women looked at themselves like this.

The biggest difference which I noticed when I open my lips farther apart, and pulled up a bit as I'd seen Steph do, was that my clitoris was huge compared to hers. I touched it lightly and almost dropped the mirror from the feeling that caused. My heart immediately started beating harder and I got the odd impression that it was pumping up my clitoris because it swelled noticeably and turned a darker color as I continued to rub it lightly. Steph was right. The sensations were incredible. After a short time, it must have been 3/4 of an inch long and maybe 1/4 of an inch across. I squeezed it gently and that caused me to moan without meaning to.

Enough fooling around. I put down the mirror and lay back on my bed, spreading my legs and drawing up my knees until I was opened about as wide as I could comfortably be. Dipping my fingers into the moisture, I began rubbing myself, exploring everything thoroughly. My eyes closed and I was lost in the marvelous feelings my hands were producing.

For the next half hour, I teased and pulled at myself and felt something building inside me. I became wetter and wetter and it felt so naughty to scoop up the moisture that was flowing from me. Tentatively, I brought my fingers to my mouth and smelled, then tasted. It was very musky and strong but not unpleasant and it suddenly dawned on me that I'd smelled it in my sister's room a few times recently when I came in unexpectedly to borrow something. The little vixen!

As I got more excited, I began to rub my clit harder (I was beginning to get more comfortable with that word) and it felt incredible. Pulling and squeezing it made even stronger sensations. I noticed that my hips were moving and rocking and that my whole body felt hot.

Using my free hand, I began pulling at one nipple and then the other. Twisting them hard felt even better and soon I had myself panting. I remembered Steph telling me that I had to let go, that it wouldn't be as good if I held back, so I tried hard to do that.

In my head, I could see Tom and I imagined him lying on top of me, kissing my lips, neck and throat, and between my legs he was doing the same things I was.

"Now, Val, are you ready for me to put my penis inside you? Would you like me to?"

"Oh yes, Tom, please put it in me!"

I had only a dim idea of what an erect penis looked like (mostly from pictures spray painted underneath the bridge down by the nearby river, and as I imagined Tom's approaching my vagina, I came and came very hard.

I felt like the breath was being sucked out of my body, that my genitals were on fire and then all of a sudden exploded outward taking me with it. Even with my eyes shut I saw a blinding light as I writhed in exquisite agony.

Slowly coming down, I relaxed down into the bed and a big smile crossed my face. I was now a woman.

You'll laugh at the aftermath. My comforter was soaked. I freaked for a moment before I realized I could just wash it. I could say that I'd spilled some hot chocolate on it or something. It was easy. 

The lie came easily and at once I was drowned in guilt. What had I done? It was a bad thing. God would punish me! I lived in terror for several days, waiting for something bad to happen. Of course it never did and before the week was out, I was back masturbating again. People were home so it wasn't quite as explosive, but I felt I was getting to know what to do.

So for the next couple of months, I explored my body and masturbated more and more frequently, until it was just about daily. The best time were when no one was home and I was sure they wouldn't be back. Then I could take my time and REALLY give myself a massive orgasm. I'd also do it in the shower, before going to bed. I was hooked.

Stephanie pestered me for awhile, asking how I liked it, did I feel comfortable enough to do it in front of her, did I want to see her do it again, but her interest made me uncomfortable. I was still struggling with my conscience and I felt like such a fraud standing in front of my Sunday school class, knowing that I had been writhing all over my bed 12 hours earlier.

I also found that I was getting sexually aroused easier when I was in social settings. It was now summer and there were picnics, I had a job waitressing and when I'd see a guy who turned me on, I'd imagine all sorts of wicked things and start getting wet. Worse, my clit would swell and protrude between labia and rubbing against my panties, I could easily have an orgasm if I wasn't careful.




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 04



I was lying on my bed one day in blissful solitude, naked and with both hands busy. In my mind Tom was making love to me (I hadn't yet had so much as a finger inside myself, and boy did I ever have the wrong idea what it felt like!) and I was rubbing myself into a blissful state. I must have been making some pretty obvious noises because the next thing I knew, the door burst open and there stood my dad and mom! 

I just about died of fright and shame. They almost disowned me.

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The next few months were terrible. I was forbidden to go away to the university where I'd been accepted. The local community college would have to be good enough for me, so I decided to make the best of it and sign up for bookkeeping. Even so, my folks were certain if they let me out of their sight for even a few hours, I'd turn into a sex-depraved "wanton".

The worst part was talking to the minister of our church. He let me know in no uncertain terms that my parents had saved me from a highway that led straight to hell. From what I was going through both from my parents, from him, but also from myself, I believed everything he told me.

For three months I went to school, studied and waitressed part-time and not once did I touch myself, even though sometimes the urge was almost uncontrollable. I knew that if my parents caught me again, I'd be thrown out of the house with nothing and shunned from the family. I couldn't face that...not yet.

Then in early October, the restaurant I worked at hosted a frat party for the local university. It was homecoming week and all the "old boys" were in town. They booked a Friday evening cocktail reception for it. I was carrying around trays of hor d'oeuvres and ignoring all the smart comments some of the undergrads were making. I was also praying my parents wouldn't appear unexpectedly, because if they'd seen all these "wild young men", I would have been dragged out of there so fast...

Even though sex was firmly out of my mind and off the agenda, I couldn't help noticing all the good-looking young men. One in particular stood out to me. He was tall, dark haired, very slim (but not skinny) and he had the most penetrating eyes.

Part way through the evening, as I was cleaning up some dirty glasses, he came over to help me. Another time he kept someone who was a little in his cups, from bumping me as I came out of the kitchen with a tray of hot hor d'oeuvres. We started chatting and he was very unlike his rather cheeky frat brothers: no come-ons, no leering; he just seemed to be a nice guy. He told me his name was Mike.

By the end of the evening, despite my best attempts, I began to realize that I was feeling strongly attracted to him. This made me very depressed because I knew EXACTLY what my parents would have to say on the subject.

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The next Sunday, there was Mike in church. He didn't approach me, but we did exchange several glances and he said something innocuous like "nice day" as my family and I were leaving and he just happened to be next to us as we went down the walk. 

Over the next few weeks he came in to the restaurant seemingly every time I was on and always seemed to wind up in my section. I finally went up to the hostess and asked about it.

"Yeah, Val, he always asks to sit in your section. Sometimes he even has to wait for a table to open up. Who is he? He's quite a hunk!

We began talking -- as it would have been rude not to, and besides, I was really intrigued by him. On maybe his third or fourth visit, he asked me out.

My heart began thumping hard at the thought, but I knew what I had to say. "I don't know if my parents would let me date you. They don't approve of the university kids."

He looked at me somewhat stunned. "But Tina said that you're almost 19!"

Tina was the hostess and she'd obviously been talking to Mike about me.

"It's a long story..." I began.

"They're obviously pretty strict. So there's no chance we could go out. I'd be willing to talk to your dad."

I shook my head sadly. "It wouldn't do a bit of good. I'm sorry."

The next day I had off and only one class at school so I was home early. Stephanie had come back from university for the weekend and my parents actually allowed me to go over for a visit.

Stephanie seemed to have a new glow to her. "You won't believe what's happened!"

"A boyfriend?"

"Who told you?"

"No one," I laughed. "It's just rather easy to tell."

"Can you also tell then that I'm not a virgin anymore?"

My eyes widened involuntarily and she started giggling. Then she proceeded to tell me every gory detail of her seduction at the hands of a teaching assistant 5 years her senior. Knowing Steph, I wondered whom had actually seduced whom.

I knew that I was asking for trouble allowing my friend to run on, but somehow the horniness clicked in and I couldn't help but get super turned-on by what I was hearing. Unfortunately, I was also wearing a skirt and since I was sitting cross-legged with Steph on her bed, it was soon pretty obvious from the aroma what my condition was.

Steph stopped talking and looked at me curiously. "That's you?"

My face turned crimson and I looked down, unable to answer.

"You little slut!" she laughed. "I'll bet you've masturbating like crazy."

I continued blushing furiously, but also tears started running down my cheeks.

"What's wrong?" Steph asked, all gaiety gone at my distress.

The whole sordid story came out. How I'd been hooked and how my parents had found me, and what had happened afterwards. Then I told her about Mike and the fact that my parents would never let me go out with him.

"I'm probably going to die an old maid!" I sobbed.

"Oh, Val, I'm so sorry I was talking the way I was. You didn't need to hear all that. You really must have gotten turned on to respond like that, and I had no idea. I'm so sorry!"

"You didn't know. It's okay. I'll deal with it."

Steph leaned forward and pulled me tightly against her, patting my back. It felt very good being held by someone, but I longed for it to be Mike's big strong arms holding me.

"You must be so horny right now," Steph said. "I bet you just can't think of anything but making yourself cum."

My face grew hot again with embarrassment, but she was right. I longed to lie back and give myself the release my body craved.

"How bad do you want to cum?" she asked.

"Real bad," I answered, surprising myself with my boldness. "I just don't dare do it at home and that doesn't leave any other opportunities."

"Would you like to do it here?"

My heart started beating really hard. "What do you mean?"

"I'm home until Monday. You could come over every day until then."

"Where would I do it?"

"In here, silly!"

"But wouldn't it look really weird if I was in here and you were hanging around in your kitchen or something?"

Stephanie smiled a tad wickedly. "You're right. I guess I'd have to stay in here with you. Would that bother you too much? I could close my eyes..."

At that point I was so horny from all the months of being to scared to touch myself that I just threw caution to the wind. "You don't think that's weird?"

"My roommate and I diddle ourselves in front of each other all the time!"

I was shocked. "You do?"

"Sure. It makes the orgasms so much more intense, knowing that someone's watching you and getting turned on. Didn't it turn you on when I did it in front of you? Come on, admit it!"

I blushed again and couldn't deny it.

"I thought so!" Steph cackled. "I knew there was a sexy, young thing hiding inside that prim and proper exterior. Come on. This will be our wicked little secret. You get to cum and I get to watch. You see if it doesn't make it better!"

It still took a great deal of convincing, but the hour was getting late and I could feel that if I didn't get some relief that night, I would explode. Finally, I agreed. "How do you want to do it?"

"You just lie back on the bed and enjoy yourself. I'll sit at my desk and I won't make a peep."

I did what Steph suggested but just felt too intimidated to start. Sensing this, she started to tell me about the time her roommate came bursting in and caught Steph riding her boyfriend's penis. Almost without thinking my hand reached under my skirt and I started gently rubbing myself through my panties. Even with the fabric in between, it felt divine.

"Why don't you take those panties off?" Steph asked.

"I don't really need to," I answered, but suddenly feeling brave, I slid them off, trying to keep myself covered as much as possible.

Steph began telling me about the second time she got laid, and I closed my eyes and started rubbing. My clit, already swollen, got even bigger and I began squeezing and pulling it. My other hand stole under my skirt to play with my labia the way I liked, but that pushed my skirt up without my realizing it.

Suddenly, my friend was standing next to the bed, staring down at me. "My goodness, Val, look at your clit!"

I immediately covered myself with both hands. "What's wrong with it?"

"I've never heard of one that size."

"Is...is that gross or something?" I had surprised myself by how bold I'd been and now Steph was making me feel like some kind of freak. Using one hand, I started to pull down my skirt and get up. "Maybe I should get going."

"Why?"

"You're embarrassing me!"

Stephanie answered my anger with a grin. "Well, you've just made me feel completely inadequate in the clit department, my dear!"

"What do you mean?"

By way of answer, my friend calmly unsnapped her jeans and slid them down her legs. Her panties followed and there she was, naked from the waist down. Crouching at the end of the bed, she parted her labia, exposing the inside of her privates. Her inner lips were smaller than mine but they were red and puffy, and as Steph pulled up, her clit popped into view. Seeing it again I was aware how much, much smaller it was than mine.

"Now, Val, I'm about as turned on as I've ever been, and this is as big as my clit gets. Now do you see what I'm talking about?"

I uncovered myself and we looked down. Even though it had started to shrink again, my "little man in the boat" was a goliath compared to Steph's. Even with my labia closed, it was sticking out between them a bit.

"Do you know what well-hung means?" she asked.

"Is that when a guy has a really big penis? I've heard some girls talk about it."

Steph laughed. "Well, girl, you're what I would call very well hung. How big does that thing get?"

"I don't know. I've never measured it. I never knew there was anything that...different about it."

Look, Val, I have GOT to find out. Would you play with yourself some more and get it really big? I'll get a ruler!"

Now that I knew there wasn't something wrong with me, I felt more relaxed and became aware that I was still really turned-on. As Stephanie started rummaging through her desk, I began to play with myself again. Pretty soon I could feel my clit start to throb and swell.

"That feels about as big as it will get," I said and Steph knelt between my legs, ruler at the ready. I continued to roll my fingers around the top as she put the ruler next to it.

"Wow. When I pull the little hood back, it's 3/4 of an inch long! Does it get any fatter? It's more than an eighth of an inch now."

"How would I know?" I gasped as the ruler bumped the tender flesh.

Steph stayed between my wide open legs as I continued to play with myself, all embarrassment out the window I was so hot.

Bending down to examine it closer, she reached out. "Can I touch it?"

I stopped. "Why?"

"Well, it looks a lot like a little cock. I'm curious to see if it feels like one." I moved my hands away and she stroked it between her index finger and thumb. "Yeah, it does. The skin feels smoother but that could be because you're so wet."

She continued to stroke and squeeze it and the difference in having someone else touching me was surprisingly more intense. Even though I felt a very awkward about what was happening, I couldn't bring myself to ask Stephanie to stop. Leaning back against the pillow, I shut my eyes and let the glorious sensations wash over me.

Before long, my hips began moving and thrusting up as Steph started gripping my clit a little harder and pulled at it gently. All I could think about were the things that she'd been telling me, how her boyfriend's penis felt the first time it slipped inside of her and how she'd cum so hard that she'd actually screamed. I imagined what Mike might feel like doing the same thing and how I would respond. All my guilt was vanishing the more turned on I got.

I could feel an intense pressure building up between my legs and juices leaking out of me. After denying myself this pleasure for so long, it didn't surprise me how strong it felt. As my erotic climb built to an even higher level, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly I was aware of Steph's hot breath on my exposed clit as she used her other hand pull my ladia apart to expose it even more, then gasped as she slipped it inside her mouth and sucked hard.

Part of it was the shock of having her take me in her mouth, part was the thrill of having someone actually performing oral sex on me and part of it was just how absolutely incredible it felt, but I had one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever experienced. Wave upon wave of blinding pleasure flowed through me as I screamed and thrashed around on the bed. Then everything went black.

I was only out for a moment, but I certainly scared Steph. She wasn't quite as experienced as she made out to be and had never heard of someone passing out from the intensity of an orgasm. I didn't know where I was for a moment and then it all came back, but in reverse order: first the incredible orgasm then the fact that I'd come when Stephanie had taken me in her mouth.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"I just did it without thinking. I couldn't help myself. Are you mad?"

I shook my head.

"Grossed out?"

Even though I didn't know exactly HOW I felt about having another female make me orgasm, I shook my head again. "No, I'm just very surprised it happened, that's all."

"Does it make you uncomfortable?" she asked, looking very uneasy herself.

Complete lassitude seemed to be holding me back from freaking out about what had just happened. That and the fact that I had never experienced anything that intense in my life. I became aware that THIS was what turned me on so much about sex. It was being totally out of control, unable to stop myself, completely lost in sensuality. It was pretty heady and also quite scary. My life had always been made up of total control, either by my parents or myself.

We got ourselves cleaned up pretty quickly. Steph's parents were due home and I really didn't want to see them in case they could detect any outward signs of what had just taken place. I also didn't want my parents to ground me for being home late. This was one of the first times they'd trusted me on my own since IT had happened.

And just look what I'd allowed to happen!

"Will you be over again tomorrow?" Steph asked as she opened the front door for me. "My parents are going to be away all day."

"I, ah, no. I don't think I can. My, ah, parents... You know how it is."

Steph smiled a touch sadly. "Well, okay. But if you change your mind, just give me a call."

"Yeah, sure," I said as I headed down the front walk.

Guilt was starting to set in, and it was mixed with a bit of fear. I felt that there was some uncontrollable wild animal inside of me. If I let it out, there was no telling what would happen. No, I wouldn't be going back to Steph's tomorrow. It was WAY too dangerous with the wild animals lurking around.

God help me, the next day I was back...



Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 05



After we got the Sybian, Val's and my sex life heated up considerably. We didn't use it all that often. First of all, Val was pretty sore after a long workout. Secondly, not knowing when I was going to strap her onto it kept Val on sort of a 'sexual edge' most of the time, since she a) REALLY liked it and b) was under my strict 'orders' not to use it on her own. That was all part of our little game.

Without really discussing it, we'd come to an arrangement where I would facilitate her being 'naughty' which helped remove some of the guilt she felt whenever she succumbed to her urges. It was all smoke and mirrors, of course, but it seemed to suit us both: Val could allow herself to go out of control and I could maintain at least a semblance of control over her.

Since our two children were now out on their own, we had the whole house to ourselves and we made the most of it. Over the next few months, we must have made love in every room, on every flat surface, in every possible position. When she wasn't working, Val would often greet me at the door in various states of undress. One of my favorites was when she opened the door wearing a tight, cropped white T-shirt and some high-heeled shoes with ties that wrapped up around her calves, tousled hair and very red lipstick.That was it. I dropped my briefcase on the floor as she wrapped herself around me, humping my leg and making me instantly hard.

"That is a pretty risque way to greet me at the door. What if I'd brought someone home for dinner?" I said sternly.

Val looked down at her feet. "I guess I wasn't thinking. Don't you like me greeting you at the door?"

"That's not the point, Valerie. What you did was VERY naughty."

She looked up, grinning shyly. "You're not going to have to punish me, are you?"

"I just may."

I took off my coat and handed it to her, and when she turned to put it in the hall closet, I quickly took off my tie. Grabbing one wrist, I threw a loop over it and before she could react (if she actually wanted to), I had her other wrist behind her. In less time than it takes to describe it, I had her hands firmly tied behind her back. (I'd been practising my technique!)

I pulled Val by one arm down into the basement. "Stand against this pole, young lady!"

Val leaned against one of the poles running down the length of our basement. I quickly went into my work room and came back with some shackles I'd purchased online. Her eyes got big when she saw them. I also noticed a flush spreading across the upper part of her chest, a sure sign of Val's arousal.

One pair of shackles went around Val's ankles with the chain connecting them behind the post. Then I removed my necktie from around her wrists and fastened on the other pair of shackles, again with the chain behind the pole.

Putting my necktie around her elbows and tying them tightly behind her, forced Val hard against the pole which must have been pretty cold because she flinched and goosebumps immediately started forming all over her body. Her nipples rose magnificently.

I stood in front of her slowly raising my eyes from her feet, along those gorgeous long legs, her freshly shaved pussy with its carefully trimmed 'landing strip' of black hair, her taut stomach, those magnificent breasts and finally up to her face which still made my heart skip when I looked at it.

"Should I have my dinner now and punish you later, you naughty girl?"

Val's nostrils flared. "Punish me now! I deserve it."

She probably thought that I would do my usual, fasten her to the Sybian and then leave her alone while I went upstairs. I'd done that twice before. A few other times, I'd stay down to man the Sybian's controls, changing them often and make her writhe and beg to be allowed to cum.

What she didn't know was that I'd hidden one of those little spy cameras and a mic so that I would know if she was being really naughty and using the pleasure machine when I wasn't around. So far, she hadn't, but the mpegs I had of her two times riding it while I was upstairs, showed that Val could enjoy the sensations of the Sybian far more than she let on. I often wondered what was on her mind as the machine drove her to orgasm after orgasm.

Stepping forward, I lifted her T-shirt and sucked her left nipple into my mouth. Val's sharp intake of breath followed by a deep sigh, showed how much it turned her on. Using both hands, I stroked her sides and stomach, eventually moving down to her hips and butt. It was hard to tell if her shivers were caused by the cold pipe she was forced against or the effects of my hands and mouth. As I moved over to her right nipple, she let out another deep groan. The middle finger of my right hand slipped between the lips of her pussy. My beautiful wife was absolutely dripping.

Standing up to my full height, I pressed against her and sucked on her left earlobe. Then I whispered, "This isn't the first time you've been this excited today. You've made yourself cum at least once, I'll bet."

As I started kissing Val's neck (a HUGE turn-on for her), she sighed, "I couldn't help it."

"Why?"

"Sometimes I just get these urges. I can't control them. You know that."

Val's voice had a dreamy quality as she drifted on her sexual high. My cock was straining in my pants, but that was part of the game too: teasing myself as well as her.

"Did you have to use any of your toys?"

As I asked my question I pressed my palm against her pussy. Her clit felt hard against it as it stuck out from her lips. This was a woman on the knife edge of an impending orgasm.

"Did you have to use any of your toys?" I repeated as I slipped a finger into Val's gushing pussy.

She moaned loudly, "Yes! Yes, I couldn't help it."

"Why?"

I kissed her hard. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and pulled gently.

I wasn't about to be distracted. "Why?"

"I, ah, walked by that health club at the mall during my lunch break. There was a guy using one of the machines near that big window at the front. He... Oh, god, Mike. He had the most amazing package. Claire, the new girl at the store, and I stopped and gawked at him. He knew we were there and spread his legs wider and it started to swell up. I thought I would cum right on the spot."

I stuck a second finger into her pussy and moved my palm lightly over her clit. Val writhed against her shackles, trying to press her body down harder against my hand. Keeping a smile off my face, I lift my palm away from her and she moaned in frustration.

"So what did you do when you got home?"

"I almost had to do it at work! But I waited, and when I got home I used my-"

"Your 'big blue buddy'?" That's what she called her largest dildo. "I'll bet you had to fuck yourself hard with it. How many times did you make yourself cum?"

"Just once," she answered and I immediately started to remove my fingers. "No, please... I made myself cum a few times."

"How many?"

"Three, I think. It might have been more."

I again pressed my palm against Val's pubic area and she immediately began humping herself on it. It was an outrageously sexy thing to do, but I knew she was in heat and only had an orgasm on her mind. When she was right on the verge, I pulled my hand away.

"Michael, please! You have to let me cum! Please..."

I kissed her cheek. "No, my love. You have to be punished a bit more for being so naughty. You know the rules." I started up the stairs. "Now, I'm going to have my dinner and then I'll be down. I want you to think about what you did."

As I got to the top of the stairs, I flicked off the light. Val called after me, "Michael, please! Just one orgasm. You can't leave me hanging like this. Please!"

I shut the door and imagined what she must be feeling. On the days where she took control of our lovemaking and would tie me to the bed, she'd often tease me seemingly for hours. Release, when it finally came, was like an explosion ripping through my body. I wanted her to experience the same thing.

My wife has the most outrageous clitoris. When we were engaged, the first time she finally let me slide my hand down the front of her jeans, I bumped into it as it as it forced its way out from between her lips. I couldn't believe what I was feeling.

A few weeks later, I actually talked her out of those jeans and got to examine it up close. Wow! Not being all that experienced with female apparatus, I got busy researching it. In those days, we didn't have the Internet the way we do now, but just finishing up university, I had access to a very large library. Since then, I've widened my knowledge.

I'd found out that Val has one clit in a million, maybe ten million. Her outer lips are small and not all that fleshy, and because that amazing nubbin is over 1/2" long when fully erect, it pokes through when she's excited. I also now knew the reason she kept her pubic hair trimmed short, the little vixen. She WANTED her clit to rub against her panties.

To say the least, I was fascinated. It was like a little cock and could be rubbed along its length and was definitely made for sucking. In those pre-marriage days, we'd quickly moved into pleasuring each other orally and Val never failed to have several massive orgasms when I did her. Wanting to respect her wishes to remain a virgin until our wedding night, it had become a very servicable alternative to intercourse.

Shaking myself out of my reverie, I sauntered back down to the basement. Val's head was hanging, her long black hair hiding her face and she was breathing hard. When she lifted her head, her flushed skin and glazed expression told me that, if anything, she was even MORE turned on than she had been. Hmmm...

I walked up to Val and blindfolded her. I also used the opportunity to suck on her nipples and slide a finger down her slit. Her inner thighs were slick with lubrication. She was ready -- but she wasn't going to get what she expected.

A week or so earlier, I'd purchased something special and had been modifying it for just such an occasion as this. It was called The Rider and it was sort of a rocking seat with a dildo attachment. Rock forward and the dildo goes up, back and it goes down.

My modifications involved special set of shackles I'd put together. These had a cable that went between them and I'd drilled a hole through The Rider near its base where I ran the cable through. I'd also attached a chain that would go around Val's waist, locking her firmly on the seat. Then there were wrist restraints attached to the handle. Last, I'd put a pin in that would keep The Rider immobile until it was removed. Once Val was locked in and the pin removed, she wouldn't be able to go anywhere -- other than back and forth.

I brought The Rider out of my workshop and set it up in the middle of the floor (right where the camera would pick it up best). Then I unfastened Val from the pole, took off her heels (very pleasurable since I was close to those gorgeous gams of hers and could smell her arousal. I wasn't being too careful and she actually tried to mount my face.

"My you ARE horny tonight!"

"Please let me cum," Val almost sobbed.

"Soon, my love, very soon."

I led her over to The Rider and helped her sit down.

"What's this?" she asked, puzzled as I manacled her wrists.

Since The Rider couldn't move with my pin in it, Val had no idea what she was in for. It only took a few moments to fasten the chain around her waist and then lock her ankles in. I put a dab of lubricant on the very impressive dildo I'd purchased as an extra. I wanted it to slide right in the first time.

Leaning over, I kissed my wife. Her lips hungrily devoured mine. "Do you want to get fucked?" I whispered into her ear.

"Yesssss..." she hissed. "I NEED it."

"Okay then, Valerie, my lovely," I said as I removed the restraining pin, "fuck yourself silly."

I grabbed the handle and pulled forward. Val gasped as the dildo slid in smoothly. Pushing back, it withdrew, then I slammed the handle forward again.

Val gasped again, writhing as she felt herself penetrated so roughly. I stepped back and watched as she immediately grabbed the handle and rocked forward as far as the machine would allow. Within three strokes she was going wild.

A minute or two later, Val leaned forward with all her weight and came hard on the fake penis, her moan seeming to rise up from the ends of her toes. As the orgasm washed over her, she kept up a light vibration with her legs, driving the dildo in fast short strokes that helped her to extend and ride the crest of the pleasure she was feeling.

Eventually she sagged back and the dildo slipped reluctantly from her pussy. My cock was doing its best to bore out of my slacks, and while I longed to release Val and 'have my way with her', I knew that the best part was yet to come if she stayed true to form.

"Would you like something to drink, my love?" I asked as I took off her blindfold.

She looked down between her legs and laughed. "Oh my god, this is an 'infernal machine' if I ever saw one. Where did you get it?"

"I saw it online and thought you'd like it. You seemed to."

"Oh, yes!" She looked up and I kissed her deeply. "Now, help me off. My legs feel like jelly."

I grinned wickedly. "Sorry, Val, but you're going to have to stay there awhile longer."

Once more, I started up the stairs.

"Where are you going, you bastard!" Val laughed but I could hear her struggling against her bonds.

"I want to look at my email and take a shower, then I'll be down to get you."

Despite her protestations, I went upstairs. My computer was always on (so it could catch any surreptitious behavior in the basement) and I sat down with a bottle of beer and called up the camera onto the screen.

There was my wife, sitting on The Rider, looking slightly put out. In truth her legs might have been a little cramped since they were curled under her. Then she shifted a bit in an attempt to get comfortable and The Rider did its thing. I could tell by her wide open eyes that the dildo had slipped inside her again.

Val leaned back, then I noticed her butt muscles flex and again the dildo must have slid inside her, just a little more.

Within ten seconds, Val was once more going wild as her rocking motion drove the dildo up inside her again and again. Her breathing became ragged and an intense expression washed over her face. Then I noticed her saying something very quietly in time with her rocking. As the dildo drove her inexorably towards another climax, Val's voice got louder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," then, "I want your fucking cock! Oh god, yes! Pound it into me! Make me cum! I want to cum!"

Val only used language like that when she was REALLY turned on and totally out of control. Something was going through my wife's head and I would have bet it involved that guy she'd been drooling over in the gym's window earlier that day.

I watched Val bring herself to two more massive orgasms before I jumped in the shower and then went down to the basement to unfasten her from The Rider. Carrying her over to the sofa, she still had a dreamy, faraway look, but now it was of sexual satisfaction.

Even so, I began stroking her body, kissing, licking down towards her delightful pussy. She didn't say a word, occasionally sighing, and as I got closer, her legs opened up, one of them thrown over the back of the sofa, and the other off the edge with her foot on the floor. The sight was magnificent! The tip of her clit peeked out from between her nether lips, looking red and hot. As I sucked it gently into my mouth, Val gasped and her buttocks raised off the sofa.

"Oh yes, Mike, oh yessss!"

I worked a few more minutes until she was ready to peak and then slid my cock into her right to the hilt. 

Val leaned up and grabbed my butt, pulling me tightly against her, rocking my pubic bone against her clit. "That was beyond punishment this evening."

"You didn't enjoy it?"

"That's not the point. You went too far." She released my hips. "Now, do me good, or next time it will be your ass getting punished!"

I did my best, starting slowly to make it last, but Valerie still had one more good orgasm in her and wasn't to be denied. Inexorably the muscles in her pussy started to tighten as she squeezed herself to her usual width and kept going. She'd been working on her Kegels a lot lately, I guessed. It felt as if my cock was being gripped in a velvet vise.

I managed to hold on until Val's eyes rolled up into her head and one last orgasm washed over her. My own seed exploded out filling her with warmth, a feeling she loved.

As I collapsed down on her, my head was spinning a bit from the force of my own finally-released orgasm. Val's arms gripped my back, then relaxed and she began tracing little patterns on my skin.

"So, do you think I was punished enough?" she eventually asked.

I nodded my head, feeling totally relaxed and at peace.

"What would you say if I told you that the guy Claire and I were oogling today was her husband?"

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I have the greatest husband in the world and I often feel I don't deserve him. I'm not talking about the sex thing, either. He's just a good, kind and understanding man. Where I can be volatile and not think things through well at all, he's steady and thoughtful and always seems to make good decisions. I am so lucky that our paths crossed and we fell in love.

As for the sex thing, he's let me find my own way. Not many men would be confident enough in themselves and their relationship to allow anything like what I've done happen. I have friends who are on such a short marital leash that they're choking to death.

My upbringing has caused a lot of anguish between the way I actually feel and the way I was taught I should feel. My sex drive is VERY strong and I was led to believe that this made me a VERY bad person. Every time I so much as touched myself, I was immediately consumed by guilt. Michael, with his gentle ways, managed to bring me past that.

At the very beginning of our courtship, I told him that I was determined to arrive at our wedding bed still a virgin. I knew that disappointed him a lot, but he never questioned it. Having met my parents and wormed his way cleverly into their confidence so that they actually let me go out with him, he knew where I was coming from.

Getting me comfortable with my sexuality has been a very long and hard struggle for us. It took many years. Our sex life was almost nil when our children were young. We were both always too busy, too tired, too distracted. Sex was, more often than not, the farthest thing from my mind.

Mike was understanding and it was around this time that he started suggesting things in an effort to get me more interested in sex. Toys were first, but I resisted using them. The idea of shoving some plastic penis into me was NOT a turn-on. Why do that when I had the real thing? My refusal to try anything new put a fair bit of strain on our marriage. I kept feeling that somehow I was inadequate for Mike and he felt I was turning into a frigid old frump. I started to put on weight and dressed in more frumpy clothes so he'd leave me alone. The few fights we ever had were always about sex.

What changed? My childhood friend Stephanie came back for a visit, that's what. She'd never come back home since her college education ended and I'd heard that she'd moved out to California and got married. Part of the problem was that her parents didn't like her choice of husband. Hah! If my parents only knew the sorts of things their golden boy was asking their little girl to do, they would have had a fit!

So Steph called me up out of the blue and said that she was in town. Did I want to get together and chat about old times?

My face flushed as I remembered about what we'd gotten up to the last time I'd seen her. Sure I hadn't done anything to her, but she sure had done things to me! Surely, she wouldn't want to talk about that. I still carried around the shame of it 15 years later. Still, I did want to see her again. We'd been so close all through our childhood. I agreed to meet her at the hotel she was staying at. That was a bit odd too, because her parents had a large house with plenty of room. Guess she and her parents still weren't getting along all that well.




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 05



Steph looked great, long blonde hair, a very curvy body still (she worked out) and maturity had done a lot for her face, chiselling all the details until they were a work of art. Even though I'd gone to a lot of trouble to look good, I did feel like an old frump compared to her. Obviously, she or her husband made a lot of money because her suit had cost a bundle. Every male head turned when she'd walked into the hotel restaurant. My entry had caused barely a ripple.

Most of the meal was spent chatting about old times, the silly things we'd done, what other friends were doing, etc., etc. Steph had become a lawyer! Her husband was too. Actually, he was husband #2 and that's why she was now back in town. Seems her parents thought a lot better of her current choice, and as she'd always felt bad about the split, Steph had jumped at the opportunity to come home again.

She sat across from me, her eyes glowing and face a bit flushed from the glasses of wine we'd had with lunch. I felt a bit tipsy since I didn't drink much at all at that time. It was not good for the children to see their mom feeling the effects of alcohol!

"If my folks only knew what a sexual beast their darling daughter was married to now, they'd have a fit!" she laughed. "My first husband was a eunuch compared to Ken!" She looked across the table at me. "So how's your marriage bed?"

I'm afraid I blushed and even though I brusquely told her that thing were "just fine", I felt that Steph saw through the statement immediately.

"I'll bet your hubby adores that gorgeous clit of yours," she said, eyes boring into me. "I've never seen anything like it."

"Stephanie!" I hissed. "Not in the middle of a restaurant!"

"Aren't you proud of it? If I had one like yours, I'd be shouting it from the rooftops!" Stephanie knew from my expression that she'd overstepped her bounds badly, and her face softened. "I'm sorry. I can see that I've embarrassed you yet again." She reached across the table and took my hand. "Can you forgive me?"

Something inside me moved, then melted. The years drifted away and there was my teenage friend and we were sitting cross-legged on her bed, talking about boys and school, complaining about our parents and telling each other about what we wanted to be when we grew up.

Now, all these years later, she'd done so well, looked so good and I'd done...nothing. I was a frumpy housewife, overweight and unhappy.

"Want to tell me what's wrong, Val?" Steph asked gently.

It all tumbled out, everything I felt was wrong with my life, things I'd never even thought about before. It was as if a dam had burst and the force of my feelings surprised me. Anyone could see how desperately unhappy I was.

Steph sat there, saying very little in return. I went on for at least an hour. Somewhere along the way another couple glasses of wine appeared and I hardly noticed them going down.

"But do you still love Michael?" she asked somewhere in the middle of my rant.

My answer was quick and fierce. "Absolutely! He's the best thing that's happened to me...well, besides the children we've brought forth."

"Have you talked to him about the guilt?"

I was totally flummoxed by her question. "What guilt?"

Steph again took my hand. "Valerie, dear, I knew the moment I walked into the restaurant that something was wrong. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met and, well, look at you! You've let yourself totally go to seed. You're overweight, you dress like a woman 20 years your age and the way you were sitting there: curled in on yourself, no confidence. I thought that maybe your marriage was not a good one." She smiled encouragingly. "You haven't said anything much about sex, so that's got to be it. Am I right?"

I blushed furiously again, but Stephanie knew she was right. She could always see right through me. I nodded dumbly.

"You still feel guilty about it, don't you?"

"Guilty about what?" I asked nervously.

"Everything to do with sex, that's what! You always had problems with that. Girl, your parents did a damned good job on your head. It's time you broke out of it." She grinned. "I know that you have a healthy libido. Why are you still trying to deny it?"

Now that it was out in the open, I oddly felt better. I realized that I'd needed someone other than Mike to talk to about this, and here was that somebody dropped right into my lap.

So I told her. Told her about how I sometimes saw men and I'd think about what they'd be like in bed, how I thought about that while Mike was making love to me, how it made me feel dirty and disloyal.

"Val, that's normal! Everyone does that."

"Do you?"

"I certainly did with my first husband. He was pretty useless in bed, as it turned out."

"And Mike always wants me to use toys..."

"What kinds of toys?"

I leaned forward and looked around before I answered. "He bought this fake penis a few years ago and tried to talk me into using it."

"Did you?"

"Of course not! It's a perversion! Why would I use something like that when my husband is around?"

Steph gave me a piercing look. "What about when he isn't around? Don't you ever get an itch that needs scratching right away?"

"Yes, and if I do, I take a cold shower and get on with my life."

"Have you ever considered that might be one of the things that's making you so miserable? You're a sexual creature, Valerie, and yet you deny it. Don't forget, I have first-hand knowledge what you can be like when you get going."

"Stephanie, stop!" I said almost putting my hands to my ears to keep from hearing her. "That was wrong and you and I both know it. I won't EVER do something like that again!"

I knew that it would come up. It had been a huge mistake speaking so frankly with Stephanie. I got to my feet. I meant to say, "I have to be going, Steph. It's been really nice seeing you again," but what happened is that the whole room started spinning and I had to sit down again.

"Whoa, girl!" Stephanie laughed. "You don't drink much, do you? Did you drive here?"

I simply nodded my head, as a feeling of shame washed over me. I'd lost control today and I didn't like losing control.

"You're going to need to sober up a bit before you drive home. Why don't you come up to my suite? Ken's out on some business. You can have a bit of a lie down and then head home in a couple of hours."

"You have a suite?"

"Sure. What good do you think it is making a lawyer's salary if you don't spend a little of it?"

Getting to my feet, I still felt rather wobbly, but with great difficulty, I stood up straight and tried my hardest to walk out of the restaurant in a dignified manner. Steph stayed near me with her hand on my elbow.

It was a real suite, two bedrooms and a rather large living room. Stephanie and her husband must have been doing quite well indeed.

Another effect from the wine was that I now felt rather sleepy, so Steph showed me to the second bedroom. I remember hearing the door shut quietly as I lay down on the bed.

I woke up about two hours later. It was around 4:00 and I still had a half hour drive to get home. The kids both had after school sports things, so they wouldn't be home until around 6:00. Mike would show up a half hour later. I would have a good dinner on the table and no one would ever know that mom had gotten slightly drunk that afternoon!

As I opened the door, I heard a noise coming from the other bedroom, a bedroom-type noise, Stephanie moaning, to be precise.

I planned on just sneaking out and leaving her to whatever she was doing, but to do that, I'd have to pass by the room she was in. As I tiptoed past, I could see that the door was partially open. I couldn't help but to look in.

Stephanie was lying on her back and this big hulk of a man had his head between her legs. Her heels were up on his shoulders and she was thrusting her hips up at him.

"That's it, Kenny! Suck me good. Oh, nobody sucks my pussy like you do!"

I was transfixed. Even though I felt horribly guilty spying like that, I was also incredibly turned on. This was way better than those awful porn flicks Mike got me to watch a few times.

Steph's husband must have been doing a good job from the way Steph was thrashing around on the bed, moaning and urging him on with the most filthy talk. Just as I thought she was about to explode into an orgasm, he stopped.

She seemed to expect it, though. "That's it, Ken. Now I want that cock of yours. Stick it in me now!"

He spoke for the first time. "I'd like you to ride me, Steph."

Ken rolled over onto his back and it was a wonder that I didn't gasp out loud. His penis was enormous! I'd never seen anything like it. I couldn't help but compare it to Mike's. It must have been a good 10" and much fatter. Mike's is just 7". Could Stephanie actually fit something like that into her?

My friend flipped herself over onto her husband and lay down flat on top of him, his erection pinned between them. Then she did something that I found so erotic that I still can't think of it without getting wet. She started rubbing her slit up and down Ken's cock. I could see the trail of moisture everytime she slid up. I'd never seen anything so sexy. The whole time she was telling him how much she loved his cock, what it did to her, how it made her feel. I felt my face burning with arousal as I watched. 

"If you keep doing that much longer, Babe, you're not going to get to feel it inside you!" he groaned.

Stephanie rose up and Ken's penis sprang straight up, all red and swollen. The word that came to my mind at that moment was "rampant". If ever a penis was rampant, Ken's was.

Steph lined up the shaft with her opening. The head of Ken's penis was huge, as big as a good-sized plum. She wiggled it around a bit, getting it wet, than pushed down. After a moment, the head and a couple of inches just popped inside and disappeared. Both of them groaned.

For the next couple of minutes, I watched more and more of Ken's penis slide into his wife. I wasn't sure, but I think she had at least two orgasms before it was all the way in. 

I'd NEVER had an orgasm from just the feel of a cock inside me. If I were riding Mike like that, I wouldn't cum unless he was playing with my clit. I didn't let him do that too often, not unless I was really out of control and couldn't help myself.

Once Steph had fully engulfed that monster penis, the show really started. They must have made love for twenty minutes. It was a wonder that the hotel guests weren't complaining with the amount of noise they made! 

My eyes, though were on that bull cock glistening with her juices as it disappeared and reappeared inexorably. Ken had his big hands on Steph's waist and as their lovemaking went on, he was lifting her higher and higher as well as slamming her down with increasing force. A few times the head popped out and Steph quickly reached between her legs to seat it again. It was a gorgeous sight!

I felt like a deer caught in someone's headlights, totally mesmerized by what I was seeing and unable to back away and leave the hotel suite. This was private and it was unbelievably inappropriate for me to be watching, but I just couldn't help myself.

Suddenly, Ken stopped Stephanie's movements and quickly flipped her over with his cock still firmly inside her. I had no idea it could get more intense, but now the REAL fucking started. Putting her legs over his shoulders, Ken began thrusting into his wife with the strength and speed of a jackhammer and I could see that magnificent rod as it worked its magic on the woman beneath. Steph was literally sobbing with pleasure as Ken made her cum in what seemed to be continuous waves. The hotter she got, the more graphic her words became, some of the most graphic I'd could imagine, but this seemed to turn me on even more.

As I watched, I could feel the growing wetness between my legs and it was literally starting to run down them. My whole pubic area throbbed and my clit was pushing hard against my sodden panties. I knew it would only take the lightest touch to unleash a huge orgasm, but I couldn't let that happen, not here, not now.

That was when Ken began to groan and thrust into Steph with even more force. "I'm going to cum in you, babe! Your tight pussy is going to make me cum!"

"Oh god, yes!" she moaned. "I'm ready to take everything you can give me. I want your seed. Shoot it in me! You know how I love that!"

Ken rammed into her one last time as far as he possible and I could see his testicles tighten and throb as he shot and shot his seed deep into her. 

Suddenly, I wanted to feel that too. I wanted to be taken by a bull cock like that and experience what my friend had experienced.

They lay there for awhile as their breath slowed, then Stephanie rose up on her shoulders and looked straight across the room at me. "Did you like that, Val? Did that make you as hot as I think it did? Would you like to join us?"

I panicked. This was worse than anything I could have imagined! They'd known I was there all the time and part of their show had been for me. Shame washed over me as I ran out of the suite, and not waiting for the elevator in case one of them threw on a robe and followed me, I headed for the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Once I was down in the lobby, I crossed as slowly as I could, but it was as near a run as anything. In the parking lot I DID run to the car and got in. Fortunately, it was on the opposite side of the hotel from Steph and Ken's room. I couldn't bear the thought of them watching me run away, knowing that they'd be killing themselves laughing.

The other thing was that my clit, as I thought back to what I'd seen, had begun throbbing again. I looked all around, but my car was far away from any sign of people, and to my everlasting shame, I pulled up my dress, and thrust several fingers of one hand into my pussy (that was the first time I'd ever called it that, but considering what I was doing, it felt appropriate) and started stroking my clit with the other. After only a few moments, I exploded with the strongest orgasm I'd had up until that time. It left my legs shaking and breath ragged and I hoped that no one had heard my scream of pleasure as release finally came.

"You are such a fool," I told myself over and over as I drove home. "I hope you're happy with the results of what happened this afternoon!"

Stephanie had left a message, apologizing for what they'd done, but I never called back. I just couldn't.

Something odd happened, though: hearing Steph's voice brought the whole erotic scene back and I could feel myself getting wet once again. Knowing that it was useless to ignore it, and feeling that I couldn't sink lower than I had that day, I vowed to purge the memory out of my system.

Going into the bedroom, I quickly stripped off all my clothes and lay down on the bed, legs wide apart and pulled back. Between my legs felt like a swamp, one with a big hill rising out of the middle: my clitoris. As I started running my fingers up and down, making the passion rise higher and higher, I remembered the dildo that Mike had bought and which I'd refused to use.

Going to his sock drawer, I rummaged around the back and found it. It wasn't as long nor as thick as what Ken sported between his legs, but it would have to do.

Once more on the bed, I lay back, spread my legs and worked the tip of the dildo up and down my slit until it was coated with my juices. Then with slow and steady pressure I pushed it inside of me and turned it on. The vibrations felt absolutely incredible. Within a moment, I was plunging it in and out with total abandon, trying to imagine what a cock like Ken's would feel like doing the same thing, what his hips would feel like as they crashed into mine shoving that massive penis all the way up into me, making me cum the way Stephanie had. If he'd walked into the bedroom while I was in that state, I would have let him take me and do whatever he wanted.

Using the dildo and my hand on my clit, I brought myself to three more, mind-bending orgasms, and probably would have continued if it weren't getting to be time for the kids and Michael to be home. I remember Michael commenting on how flushed I looked that evening. I told him that it must have been the two glasses of wine I'd had with lunch.

The next week, needing much more than that dinky dildo could give me, I worked up my nerve, drove to a nearby city, and surprised myself by actually being able to walk into a sex shop where I bought the largest dildo they had. This one had a huge head like Ken's, but was less long. It also had a suction cup on the end. It didn't take me long to figure out what that was for...

Once home, I fucked myself silly. The girl in the sex shop had suggested I buy some lubricant, and I was glad she did. The dildo was so wide that I didn't think at first that I'd get it in, no matter how wet I was. It wasn't until I began rotating it a bit that the head popped in, much as Ken's had done with Steph. I'm sure my eyes bugged out as I came. Determined to work it all in there, I kept up a gentle pressure with short out and in strokes until about half the 10" length was in. After that, I don't remember much other than having an almost continuous orgasm for the next hour.

It was nuts. That dildo would slip in and I'd just zone out on the bliss I was feeling. I didn't even think of turning on the vibrator function until the second time I used it (the very next day). That was also when I discovered just how fabulous that suction cup made my new blue friend. There was a place in our downstairs bathroom where I could mount it on the end of a dividing wall that was tiled and had room for my legs. I'd back onto the dildo and work it in and out as if someone were taking me doggy style, only I was the one that was moving. Those were the most wild orgasms of all. It was easy to imagine Ken kneeling between my legs.

I had to be careful, though, because one time Mike came hope early and almost found me. Wrenching myself off my dildo to shut the door, I left it mounted on the wall, buzzing away and wound up having to chuck it in the toilet, just as Mike opened the door to see if I was okay. If he found it odd to see his naked wife sitting on the downstairs toilet without a stitch of clothes in sight, he didn't say anything about it. I was more careful after that. It could have been anyone else that walked in.

All the time feeling I was doing myself in this wild fashion, I felt like a fallen woman and then would beat myself up about it afterwards. Once I'd satisfy myself, I would be fine for several days before the urge became unbearable again. This pattern went on for many months before I managed to get a grip on myself. 

All through this troubled time, it felt like I was living two lives. In one, I was a normal wife and mother, doing the best she could for her family. In the other, I was this lust-crazed animal intent only on driving myself to the next orgasm. Try as I might, I couldn't get away from the memory of Ken pounding that glorious cock into his wife.

I just could not bring myself to tell Mike because I felt so ashamed of what I was doing. For several years I kept my secret about the existence of that enormous dildo, Steph and Ken, what I'd seen and what it had made me do. My sleep was disturbed. I couldn't eat. Still, I masturbated furiously every chance the urge got too much to bear.

Right at the time where the memory began fading and I felt some semblance of control returning, something happened that further forced me down the path I was struggling hard against going down.

Mike's buddy Robbie and his wife Fran came to visit us.

Actually, it wasn't much of a visit, just a long weekend, but something happened which caused repercussions that shook the foundations of my relationship with my husband.




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 05



There were two things, actually. The first began innocently enough the evening Fran and Robbie arrived.

As she was helping me get dinner onto the table, I noticed that Fran seemed a bit physically uncomfortable. I asked what was wrong, and with some uncharacteristic frankness, she said that her private parts hurt. I thought she meant that she was experiencing a particularly tough period, you know, bad cramps and the like. Turns out it wasn't that.

"Robbie got a little carried away when we were making love last night."

My antennae twitched. "What do you mean?"

"He knows I really can't take all of him without feeling a lot of discomfort. We'd had a bit to drink and I think he'd been watching a porno flick or something and he just wasn't careful. I'm not going to be able to walk right for a couple of days."

My mind reeled. I'd never noticed Robbie's "package". I guess, in the past, I just wasn't aware of things like that. He'd always worn baggy swim trunks and I couldn't remember ever seeing him in tight jeans or anything.

I tried to put the thought aside, because with Robbie right there, it felt too dangerous. That was why I kept my distance from Stephanie and Ken. I knew that they could possibly ask me to join them again, and if they did, I really believed that I would lack the ability to say no.

Now, I suddenly had a well-hung man staying right in my house. Fortunately, the weekend was pretty innocent. We'd never had any discussions about sex or stuff like that, and it didn't come up then, either. However, I couldn't get myself to stop imagining what Robbie's cock actually looked like.

Then on Sunday afternoon, the unthinkable happened. We'd been out around the pool, our two kids splashing around with their dad and "Uncle Robbie". Fran and I sat around catching some rays. I did notice Robbie looking over at me a few times when he thought I wasn't looking, and since I'd recently lost a bit of weight and decided I could brave a two-piece again, I knew what he was looking at.

"Would you like a bit of wine?" I asked Fran.

Lying on her stomach, she looked up at me and answered, "Sure."

I went into the house, and while there, the phone rang. It was just a call from a friend, but I sort of lost track of time. The wine was kept down in the basement, so I went down to fetch a couple of bottles. We'd had a washroom built right by the basement door to keep the kids from tracking water all over the house when they had to go, so I thought I'd duck in to use the facilities myself. The door wasn't completely shut, so I assumed the washroom was empty.

You can imagine my shock when I saw Robbie standing there, his huge erection standing out as he stroked himself furiously. Our eyes locked, then his dropped down, taking in my body. It was absolutely clear who had given him the erection and who he was imagining while he jerked himself off. The look on his face made me feel completely naked despite my rather modest bikini.

Blushing furiously, I apologized and backed out of the washroom but I couldn't help taking a last, long glance at that magnificent penis. It was every bit as good as Ken's.

Later, Robbie pulled me aside and apologized himself for not shutting the door and for embarrassing me so badly. He didn't realize that strait-laced Valerie also lived a shadow life, one where she was the worst slut who thought only of enormous cocks ravishing her body, one where she now had found something new to fixate on. The vision of Robbie's rampant penis had been constantly in my mind's eye since I'd stumbled on him.

Feigning a headache, I finallly hid in the bedroom until Fran and Robbie left that evening. When Mike drove them to the airport, I wanted to pull out my favorite dildo and go to work, but I knew that Mike would probably be ready for some sex when he got home. I could always say that I still had my headache, but I was too turned on to pass on the chance of some real lovemaking..

Later, as Mike tongued me to orgasm after orgasm, the only thought going through my head was, "I wonder what Robbie's cock would feel like inside me?" As Mike mounted me and slid his cock into me, I wasn't thinking about him -- and that bothered me more than I can say. But I was also powerless to stop the lascivious thoughts running through my head.

The hook had been firmly stuck in me again, but fate was going to throw me another curve.



Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 06



My wife Valerie's little "bon mot" about the fact that the guy with the big cock was actually the husband of her friend from work set off little alarm bells in my head.

Val was certainly smitten with large cocks, my friend Robbie and her big dildo being good examples of that. Could she be having some other ideas?

I let a few days pass and then brought it up one night when we were both getting pretty worked up in the bedroom. I had the big dildo inside her giving her a nice, slow fuck, since I needed a bit of a breather and she was still ready to go. Wanting to get her good and hot, I was also teasing her clit with my mouth.

"What are you thinking about, hon?" I asked.

"Cocks," she answered simply in a faraway voice, indicating that she was definitely getting in "The Zone".

"Anybody's in particular?"

"Just big cocks."

"That one you saw the other day, maybe?"

"Mmmm. It looks like it might be a good one."

"Has your friend Claire told you about it?"

"Not really. She just said it was big." Val reached down and grabbed my hand holding the dildo. "Please fuck me faster. It feels so good."

After that, she became more vocal and demanded my cock in her mouth. We went into a torrid 69 with me continuing to use the dildo. It only occurred to me later that maybe she'd done it so she wouldn't have to answer questions.

A few days later, I came home from work to find Val lying on the sofa, totally naked. One leg was thrown over the back and the other was on the floor. This gorgeous female looked like every man's wet dream.

"I need a stiff cock! Know where I can find one?"

I walked over to her and she immediately reached up and began opening my slacks. Out popped a VERY stiff cock.

"Look what you brought home for me. What a good husband!"

We didn't get around to dinner until well after 9:00 and we ate naked.

Val was zonked after our session, read her current book for about 3 minutes before she fell asleep, so I threw on my bathrobe and went down to my study to turn on the computer. Keying in the special password, I booted up the software that ran my little spy camera. Quite frankly, I smelled a rat.

Sure enough, around 2:00 p.m., Val came down to the basement to do something other than the laundry. However, I was in for a bit of a shock. She had company.

A pretty redhead followed her down the stairs: Claire from work, the one whose husband Val had ogled at the gym. Actually, pretty isn't the best word to describe this woman. Claire is cute, cute in the way a pixie is cute.

I'd only met her a few times when I'd picked up Val after work and Claire also needed a ride. If we'd said more than 100 words to each other, I'd be surprised. To be frank, I'd never really looked at her closely.

Her hair was cut fairly short in the front, long in the back, sort of shaggy and slightly over her ears. She's short, not more than 5' and a bit on the thick side through her waist. This is not caused by fat by any means, but her body doesn't have that willowy quality that Val's does. She had on tight shorts, a cropped top and sneakers. If I didn't know better, she could have just come in from a cheerleader practice. Claire has that wholesome look about her. Oh yeah, and a chirpy, happy sort of voice. Val had told me she was 28.

Val went off camera and the mic picked her up rummaging in my work room. "Now where does he keep that darned key?" More rummaging... "Bingo! Mike thinks he's so smart!"

That hurt a bit.

"Now close your eyes, Claire, and promise me you won't peek until I tell you to!"

Claire did as requested, and the next thing I knew, my wife was dragging out the Sybian. She took off the big dildo attachment and put on the medium size one.

Claire was holding two glasses of white wine and it suddenly twigged in my memory that Val had told me she'd invited her friend over for lunch that day. Seemed like there'd been more than the usual "girl talk"...

"Now open your eyes and tell me what you think," Val said, taking one of the glasses.

Claire's eyes got big. "OH MY GOD! You weren't kidding!"

Judging from the fact that my very private wife had been talking about the Sybian to her friend indicated that the wine they were holding were not the first glasses.

As if in answer to my thought, Val said, "I can't believe I'm showing you this!"

Claire's eyes twinkled over the rim of her wine glass as she took a sip. "Can I try it and see if it's as good as you say?"

Val took a large sip of wine, almost half the glass, then another to drain it. She stood for a moment or two longer as if considering, and then shrugged. "What the hell. Go for it!"

At that point, sitting there watching what had gone on just this afternoon, I had to take my steel-hard cock in hand. Oh shit. This was going to be quite a show.

While Val turned around to plug in the Sybian, her friend rapidly shucked her clothes. She hadn't worn a bra and her shorts and thong came off in one swift move, leaving her standing there in just her sneakers and socks. I'd seldom seen anything as fetching.

Claire's bush was the same copper color as her hair, and rather wiry compared to Val's straight pubes. I was getting a great view and what I saw was gorgeous. Some might consider her rear end slightly too large, but Claire is well-muscled and firm, and has curves in all the right places, her breasts full and round, her hips just made for holding on to. Almost all of her body had a sexy sprinkling of freckles, especially those parts revealed to the sun.

I began slowly stroking my cock as I watched.

When Val turned around, she jumped in surprise, her face coloring. "You didn't have to get completely undressed! You could have just pulled your panties to one side."

"I had on a thong, besides I like to pull my nipples when I'm being worked on."

This woman was the complete opposite of my wife. She found it hard to talk to ME about sex and it was never mentioned to outside company. Claire seemed to have no such hang-ups.

"So what do I do?"

Val went back into my work room and came out with the bottle of lubricant. Jeez, she knew where everything was. 

After putting a bit on the dildo attachment, Val said, "Now, you just sit on it." Then she giggled. "I'll run the controls. Mike usually has to do that for me."

Claire knelt down and eased the dildo inside her with a few sexy wiggles of her butt. "Now what?"

"This," Val said as she turned on the Sybian.

"Jesus!" was all Claire said as a look of amazement spread across her face. She got a faraway look as she concentrated on what she was feeling. "Those little nubs are fantastic on my clit!" she said as she began rocking her hips, looking as if she were fucking the machine. "Mmmm. That's VERY nice! I can see why you like it so much."

"How about this?" Val asked as she turned the knob that controlled the rotation of the dildo.

Claire's answer was a trembling in her legs and within a minute she arched her back and moaned as an unexpected orgasm struck. This female had a VERY short trigger!

Val turned off the machine.

"Why'd you do that?" Claire said with a very fetching pout.

"I thought you only wanted to see what it was like."

"Are you kidding? I want more!" Claire picked up her wine glass from the floor where she'd set it. That's when she noticed eyebolts for the restraints attached to the board I'd mounted the Sybian on. "What's all this for?"

Val really looked uncomfortable and tried to take a swig from her empty wine glass. "Ummm..."

Claire giggled and handed her glass to Val who drained it. She obviously sensed my wife was not comfortable talking about this sort of thing.

"Now, tell me!"

"Ummm... Sometimes Mike, ah, fastens me to the Sybian. It turns him on a lot so I let him." (yeah, right)

"Sounds super kinky. What happens then?"

"He either operates the controls and watches me, or he goes upstairs and leaves me to, um, sit on it until he comes back down."

"Really? And what happens?"

"I, ah, orgasm...a lot. One time I actually nearly passed out. I couldn't walk straight for days!"

"Wow! You guys are way more out there than I would have thought!" Claire wiggled her hips seductively. "Think I could try that?"

"No. I couldn't!"

"Oh come on, Val. Let me try. It sounds like it would be a huge turn-on." She looked up at Val and made big doe eyes. "Please?"

My wife stood there for a moment, then went off into my room. She came back a few moments later with all the velcro restraints and dumped them on the floor.

"I hope I remember what goes where."

I watched them figure it all out over the next few minutes. My erection got harder, if anything, as the young girl was strapped in. Several times she asked Val to make the restraints tighter. Both of them were getting noticeably turned on and I remembered how Val had seemed to enjoy tying me up the few times we'd done it. Val the Dom. Even after 23 years, she could surprise me -- and take my breath away.

Claire was also pretty breathtaking. God! She was a sexy little minx and you could tell she knew it. That nubile body was something else, very different from my wife's more statuesque one, but every bit as sexy.

Once Val had Claire tightly attached to the machine, she sat down on the floor in front of the Sybian. I could tell from Claire's flushed face and ragged breathing that she was very turned on. Val made her wait as she got comfortable.

"C'mon!" Claire said. "Turn the damn thing on!"

Val took her time picking up the controls. She started with the vibration knob, but only turned it on a little.

"Val, don't play with me. I need some more."

Over the next few minutes I watched my wife toy with her friend, turning the controls up and down to tease her to the brink and then pull her back over and over again. I thought I knew how to work the controls, but Val showed me who was the expert.

Claire writhed and panted, grunted and groaned, sweating profusely as she attempted to drive herself to an orgasm, always without success. When she started to thrust forward to stimulate her clit on the knobbed pad under the dildo, Val calmly got up and swatted her hard in the ass.

"Don't! Or I'll keep you on the machine for an hour and won't let you cum!"

Claire looked surprised, but I caught the gleam in her eye. She was really getting in to this.

A good ten minutes later, Val kept the controls up, more vibration than rotation and Claire exploded in a huge orgasm that had her thrusting hard against the machine as she arched her back to get the most feeling from the dildo inside of her. Wordless sounds came out of her mouth as she rode the crest of her pleasure. Val turned the controls down to the point where they were barely on. 

As Claire slowly came out of it, a huge smile broke out on her face. "Holy shit! That was absolutely incredible! More!!"

Val considered for a moment, then turned both controls up a bit. Claire immediately started rocking back and forth on the Sybian, the muscles in her legs and butt flexing sensuously.

As my wife turned the controls up more, Claire began to moan and writhe as the machine worked its magic. It didn't take long for her to orgasm again.

Val put down the controls and rose to her feet. "I'm going to go upstairs for awhile. Have fun!"

Claire's expression was rather comical. Even as her body worked up to another orgasm, you could see that she was also concerned about being left alone, knowing that she'd be forced into cumming again and again. "No, Val, wait! Stay with me!"

I heard Val's voice as she walked up the stairs. "Just scream if you need help." Then she laughed. "On second thought, the machine is certainly going to make you scream, so how could I tell?"

I heard the upstairs door shut.

The consternation on Claire's face was soon wiped away by her quick rise to another orgasm. After that, they came hot and heavy, and soon the redhead was riding the quest of what seemed like one continuous orgasm. Several times I saw her eyes drop to the controls and it was obvious that she wanted more.

Watching Claire's sensuous ride straddling the machine, her muscles flexing as she strove to give herself as much pleasure as possible, was an incredible thing to watch. At one point she hunched her back, bent over and grabbed the end of the velcro strap holding her right wrist. I don't know how she did it, but she quickly had both of the wrist restraints off and her hands were immediately at her breasts twisting and pulling her nipples to the point that it had to hurt. Judging by her writhing, panting body, the pain turned her on all the more.

While watching, my cock was so hard it was twitching with my heartbeat. Finally as Claire screamed out yet another climax, I could stand it no longer. All it took was one stroke and I exploded, sending jets of cum all over myself and the floor. I'd already cum twice with Val earlier in the evening, but the amount of semen that I shot was as if I hadn't had anything for a month.

With her hands now free, Claire soon had the controls in her hands and turned the machine on farther than I'd ever had it with Val. She was like the damn Energizer Bunny. The girl just kept cumming and cumming, reduced to grunting in time to her forward thrusts. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

After about 25 minutes, Val came back down the stairs. "How did you get your hands free?" she asked Claire.

Claire drove herself to one last orgasm, then turned off both controls. Her body was drenched in sweat, her hair matted and her face and chest flushed. I thought she looked quite fetching. My cock twitched in response.

"Guess you didn't pull the velcro tight enough."

Then she did something that completely floored me. Just before getting off the Sybian, Claire looked right up to where I'd hidden the camera just next to a pipe, and she winked.

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Next evening, after dinner at our more "regular" time, Valerie sat me down in the living room and said she had something to tell me.

"My friend Claire from work was over for lunch yesterday," she began.

Keeping a straight face, I answered, "I hope you had a good time. I know how much you enjoy her company and have been wanting to have her over."

As a matter of fact, that wasn't stretching the truth. Val DID like Claire a lot, even though the girl was young enough to be her daughter. The store where Val was the assistant manager had hired Claire a few months earlier and the two had quickly bonded for some reason. According to Val, Claire made working at the store just a lot more fun. Everyone liked her.

"Well, it turned out to be a bit more than lunch."

"What do you mean?"

"I guess I had too much wine. You have to understand that Claire is pretty young and quite bubbly. Anyway, I was relaxed and having a good time when our chatter turned to sex. Claire wanted to know if it was hard to keep things interesting when you've been married as long as us. She's only been married for 4 years and already she's seeing things cool off. She just wanted my perspective having been married for so much longer."

Val seemed a bit 'stuck' so I prompted her. "And?"

"Well...Please don't be mad but I probably told her more than I should have."

"You mentioned Robbie?" I asked, rather astonished.

"Of course not! I, ah, told her about the Sybian...and I guess I did too good a selling job, because she, um, asked if she could try it."

"And you let her?"

Val put her head down and nodded. "I told you I'd had a bit too much wine and we got quite giddy. You know how it is. It was all in fun, and when she asked, I just shrugged and thought, why not?"

I played along. "How did you get it out?"

Val moved closer to me and put her head on my shoulder and cuddled my arm. "Mike, dear, you aren't all THAT hard to figure out. I knew you'd put the key to that storage area you rigged up in a logical place."

"So what happened?"

"She rode it."

"Did she like it?"

"I'd say so."

"Did you ride it?"

"Of course not! I promised you I wouldn't unless you're around."

That made me feel pretty good, and to be honest, I was quite glad that Val had brought Claire downstairs. That was one hell of a video clip I'd been treated to the night before!

I stroked Val's arm. "So tell me more. Did you watch?"

"Only a bit at the beginning, then I left her to her own devices for about half an hour. You should have heard the racket! I'm just glad the basement windows were shut!"

"So what did you do while you were upstairs? Darn a few socks?" I teased.

Val playfully elbowed me in the side. "What do you think I did? Could you listen to something like that and not get turned on?"

"So that's when you got yourself so wet."

"Then and after she left. I was actually pretty shocked that she let go the way she did. I couldn't have done that! But it really turned my crank, let me tell you!"

My hand roved down to Val's left breast where I began teasing the nipple. Her areola was already puffy and the nipple hard.

"Mmmm, that's very nice, hon," she sighed.

Within a few moments, Val had slid over and was lying across my lap so I'd have better access to her body. Sliding my hand down Val's stomach, I undid the snap on her jeans and slid my hand in. Her clit wasn't hard to find, hot and sticking out from between her labia as it was.

"Mike, can I ride the Sybian tonight?"

"You feel you need to be punished?"

"No, I just want to ride it. You know, the way Claire did." She reached under her and rubbed my stiff cock through my slacks. "I'll make it worth your while."

And with that, we were off to the races. Val was as good as her word...

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Two days later, I caught Claire on tape again. This time Val let her try The Rider and the show was even more wild -- and Val stayed to watch.

Claire had her clothes off almost before she was finished coming down the stairs. This time she didn't ask to be strapped in and Val didn't offer, which was a good thing for them but bad for me, because the keys that I'd left out in plain sight weren't the ones that would unlock the shackles.

Yeah, it was a cheap shot, but I had to get some of my own back. Besides, I'd been coming home early in hopes that I'd catch them at it again. It would have been fun to see them try to explain away what had been going on with Claire or Val stuck there.

Part way through the fun, the phone rang and Val left to answer it. Claire who was resting a bit after a Force 10 orgasm immediately looked up at the camera and ran her tongue over her full lips in very sexy way.

And this time she spoke. "Hi, Mike. I hope you're enjoying my little shows. Does it turn you on? Does it make your cock really hard? Do you have to stroke it while you watch?"

At this point I WAS pulling at the old pecker and I had to resist removing my hand in embarrassment over her teasing.

Claire began pulling on the handle again, driving the dildo into her pussy. "God! This feels so good! Valerie is a very lucky girl to have such a generous and supportive husband. And don't worry, Mike. This will be our little secret." As the sound of Val opening the basement door could be heard in the background, she added, "Your wife wants my husband, you know."

And with that, the redheaded witch went nuts on The Rider. If I'd thought she things were hot before, I hadn't seen anything yet! Val sat on the sofa watching the whole thing, and while she was mostly off camera, I got the distinct impression that she had begun playing with herself. Certainly, Claire was looking in that direction a lot as she rode herself to several more violent orgasms. Watching the proceedings, I managed to cum twice myself. Afterwards, I sat there for a long time doing a lot of thinking.

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About a week later (and two more visits from Claire, but no opportunity for her to speak to the camera), Val and I were talking at dinner.




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 06



"I'd like to invite Claire and her husband Dave over for a barbecue the weekend after this coming one if you're going to be free."

My heart immediately started pounding. I knew what that could mean. Four times during the past week I'd been forced to jerk off because of thinking about Claire. Every chance I got, I sat in front of the computer watching my 'Claire Collection'. Her sexuality had me mesmerized.

"Yeah," I answered, trying not to show too much, "that would be fine."

Over the next four days, Val and I were both on edge, both thinking about the same thing and neither of us being able to easily bring it up. I wasn't about to admit that I'd been spying and I knew that Val couldn't bring herself to ask me to let her enjoy another man once again. It was kind of funny. Now and then one or the other of us would start to bring it up and then chicken out.

Finally, on Friday night, we were lying in bed just starting to get warmed up for a little fun. Valerie's hands had my cock up and throbbing and I was getting her good and hot with my mouth and hands.

Looking up from between her legs, I asked, "What's going through that pretty little brain of yours?"

"Cocks," Val answered dreamily, "and how good your tongue feels."

I sucked her clit into my mouth and rolled my tongue over it. Val's response was electric as she arched her back and moaned.

"Anyone's cock in particular?"

Val didn't answer for so long that I thought she'd decided not to, but then after a long sigh, she said, "That guy I saw a few weeks ago, Claire's husband."

"So he has a nice cock?"

"Mmmm, yes..." Val's hips started moving sinuously as I stuck a second finger into her pussy. "Oh! Keep doing that! It feels SO good!" 

I stopped moving my fingers and Val put her head up, looking down at me, questioningly.

"How do you know what his cock looks like?"

Val smirked guiltily. "Um...Claire showed me a photo of it."

"When?"

"The day we went to look at Davey at the health club."

I began moving my fingers in and out, messaging Val's G spot. Her hips started moving to my rhythm.

"And you've been thinking about it ever since, haven't you?"

Val dropped her head back and sighed. "Yes. I haven't wanted to tell you because I didn't know how you'd take it."

"Do you want to fuck him?"

"I'm not sure..."

As I worked her G spot more, Val's hips started really rocking. I stopped moving my hand to see what she'd do, and sure enough she began thrusting up and down on my fingers, a sure sign that she was super hot. 

With my free hand I reached under the pillow where I'd put her Big Blue Buddy. Removing my other hand from her pussy, I touched the tip of the dildo to her vaginal opening, set it buzzing and asked, "Would you like to use this tonight? You can imagine that it's Davey's cock."

In answer, Val rolled her hips downward and engulfed the first two inches of the dildo. "I've been doing that the past two weeks," she giggled. "Haven't you guessed?"

I pushed another two inches inside her. "I knew that something was making you horny. It had to be a big cock, and unless Robbie's gotten in touch with you, it had to be Davey."

Supporting her body with her elbows and feet, Val began fucking the dildo as I held it steady for her, caught in the soft light of our bedside lamp, her skin glowed with a fine dew from her exertions. Val had never looked more beautiful and I wished I had the video camera set up.

She worked the fake penis in and out for several minutes, panting in her heat, gasping every time it hit bottom.

"Would you mind if I fucked him?" she asked as she began thrusting harder.

I'd been waiting for a moment like this. "Would you mind if I fucked Claire?"

Val groaned loudly in answer and began fucking so hard that I was having trouble holding on to the dildo. Gasping in time with her thrusts, she managed to get out, "I think...she wants...to fuck you...if that's...what you're asking."

Valerie had reached the point of no return and deep in her throat she began moaning uncontrollably, gasping, grunting, as she drove herself onward. "Oh God, oh God, oh God! I'm going to cum. Pull on my clit, Mike! PULL ON IT NOW!!"

I did as she asked. Her "little dick" slick with her juices, my fingers slid up and down, pulling as I jerked her off.

Val screamed and went rigid, the dildo buried deep in her pussy. Clear liquid began gushing out around the shaft, soaking my hand and the bed. Every time I moved the dildo, she cried out and more liquid flowed. Finally, after almost a minute, Val collapsed back on the bed and lay there not moving, except for occasional little tremors.

I was actually a little concerned, but seeing her chest rising and falling as her pulse slowed, I relaxed. Laying down next to her, I kissed her damp cheek. She stirred and smiled, eyes still closed.

Eventually, Val turned on her side and looked at me. "That was abso-FUCKING-lutely incredible!"

"Look at my shy girl swearing like a sailor! Your parents would be shocked!"

"My parents would have fucking well been shocked a lot sooner than that last statement!"

She guffawed, a big boisterous sound, quite unlike the quiet little laugh she had when I first met her. Little Valerie was certainly coming out of her shell.

"I didn't think I would ever stop," she said more seriously. "My God! That was AMAZING! Claire told me what it was like but I didn't believe her. Wow!"

"Claire can do that?"

"She's managed to squirt once or twice. She thought I'd be able to do it pretty easily because my clit is so, um, big. See, you have to---"

"She's seen your clit?" I interrupted, stunned.

Val blushed. "Well...yeah... She was curious when I told her about it."

I propped myself up on my elbow and said, "All right, wife! Tell all."

The second time Claire had come over, specifically to try The Rider, they'd sat upstairs and had a glass of wine or two (or three, if I knew Val and being uptight). Somehow the talk turned to cocks (big surprise knowing what my wife was thinking about) and eventually to clits. When Claire winnowed from Val the size of her "little cock", she naturally wanted to see it. The surprising thing was that Val went along with it. Even more surprising was the fact that to truly see how big it would get, Val had to play with it.

"Did that turn you on?"

"A little. It was certainly weird sitting there with my jeans down to my ankles, legs spread and having this other woman peering at my privates!"

Interesting...

"So how to you know that Claire wants to fuck me?" I asked casually.

"She's been asking all sorts of questions about you."

"What kinds of questions?"

"Just general things." Val smiled wickedly as her hand grabbed my cock. "How big your cock is, what kind of a lover you are, how many times a night you can get it up. You know, the usual things girls talk about."

Val's other hand joined the first and between them they did marvelous-feeling things to my shaft. Before long, I was hard as steel. Val pushed me over onto my back and mounted me.

"Truth be told, Claire wants to play with a smaller cock. Her husband is just a bit too big for her to handle if they're not careful, so she feels she can never really let go. Your cock is just the right size for her."

"You've shown her photos of my cock."

"Well, yeah. It was sort of, 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine'." She rotated her hips as she moved up and down my erection, a feeling that's hard to describe. "So, are you up for it?"

"I do find her 'interesting'."

"Enough to do her? Tell me, husband, do you want to stick your cock into my friend and make her cum?" Val asked as she bent down and kissed my nose.

"Well, yeah -- if she and you would like me to do it."

Val rolled her eyes in disbelief at my comment as she continued to rock back and forth slowly. My cock glided in and out of her wetness, her muscles beginning to clench deliciously as she forced them closed after the reaming she'd given herself on the dildo.

"This is just what I need," she sighed. "No matter how much I think of big cocks thrusting in and out of me, that's just a kick. I know I'd get bored with it pretty soon. Your cock, however, really does things to me."

"How is that?"

"You're attached to it, you big lunk!"

With that, she began fucking me in earnest and it didn't take much time until I was cumming long and hard. It only took my hand reaching down between our bodies to touch her clit for her to do the same.

Later, as we were drifting off to sleep in the guest room (our bed having been drenched by my darling wife), I asked Val sleepily, "How does Dave feel about all of this?"

"He doesn't know. You see, Claire wants me to seduce him." 



Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 07



That next week was very trying for Valerie and me. With everything now out in the open, each of us was like a yo-yo as to whether we would go through with it or not. The first thing Val suggested (which was a very good idea) was that we not discuss the situation "in the heat of the moment". Of course we'd be into it then! This thing had to be discussed only when we were "sexually sober". So Saturday, Sunday and Monday, nothing was mentioned when we were getting it on, but the silly thing was, both of us were thinking about it the whole time we were messing around.

I stayed away from my recordings of Claire in an attempt to give myself a little distance to make the right decision. Problem was, any time she crossed my mind, I could immediately feel myself getting hard. Val admitted that the oddest things made her think about Davey's cock, and she would immediately get wet. Both of us used the other to try to cool off that ardor, and that worked until Tuesday.

Val had the late shift at the store, and when I got home, it didn't take me long to heat up some leftovers. That left me with a lot time on my hands. Having spent the day unsuccessfully not thinking about Claire, I was pretty damned horny. Nothing good on TV, I headed for the computer to catch up on some things I was watching for my business, and the latest ball scores.

Ten minutes later, I could stand it no longer and checked to see if anything had been recorded that day. Around 1:30, sure enough, Val came down the stairs, followed by Claire who was carrying a large duffel bag over each shoulder.

"It's really great that you're letting me use your washer. We're just about out of clean clothes."

"Not a problem," Val said over her shoulder, as they walked into the laundry room at the far end of the basement. For the next few minutes, I only caught snippets of what they were saying -- and laughing about. I heard the word Saturday evening at least twice, followed by a lot of giggling.

Finally, I could hear the sound of the washer filling as they came back out of the laundry room. Valerie was laughing.

"C'mon, Val, please?" Claire whined. "I'm going to have to hang around here for at least two hours! What the heck am I going to do? Twiddle my thumbs?"

My wife stopped, and hands on hips, looked down at the shorter woman. "Is sex the only thing you think about, young lady?"

"Well, yeah!"

Val got about halfway to the stairs when she stopped and sighed. "Oh, I guess it's okay. I just hope to God that Mike doesn't find out!"

Val and Claire disappeared under the camera, and the mic picked them up rummaging around in my workroom. I could guess what was going on, but which of our two toys would she come out with?

Both.

I had to chuckle as Claire set the machines right where the camera would capture the action best.

"Now you just make sure, girl, that you put everything back just where it was," Val told her. "I don't want Mike getting POed at me!"

Claire shot a quick glance up at the camera. "Don't worry, Val. I doubt very much that Mike would get pissed off."

Val checked her watch. "Oh my gosh! I should have left at least 10 minutes ago!"

And with that, Claire, the machines and I were alone in the basement.

She stood as close to the camera as she could, her face and upper body filling the computer's screen. "Hi Mike," she said in a sexy voice. "I hope you'll like my little show. Oh yeah, my washer's working just fine. I just wanted to come over and spend a little time all alone with you. We really do need to talk, you know."

Stepping back, Claire began removing her clothes. She had a great little hip wiggle to slip her tight jeans down over her bum. Her t-shirt soon followed leaving her in a lacy black bra and matching thong. Oh yeah, and sneakers with white socks.

She looked up at me again. "Valerie told me about your thing with finding sneaks and socks sexy. Maybe I'll tease you a little more by leaving them on while I pleasure myself." She tweaked and pulled both nipples. "Mmmm. I think I'm going to have to be pretty rough with these little guys today. They like it rough. Remember that, will you, Mike?"

Claire reached behind herself and the bra fell away. Her nipples were already hard and distended, but she pulled on them some more turning them redder and redder.

My cock was threatening to rip a hole in my pants so I shucked them off, then decided to get all the way naked. While I'd done that, Claire had removed her thong and stepped back from the camera so I could see her body from head to sneakered feet. My cock got harder if anything.

She twirled around playfully. "Like what you see, Mike? Want some of this on Saturday?

I was almost panting. Now my wife is a VERY lovely woman, but there was something so exciting about this red-haired vixen that made me want her more than was wise. I would have given almost anything to have her there in front of me at that moment. Yes, and that included letting my wife loose with her big-dicked husband.

Claire was going through the box of attachments I'd bought for the Sybian. Her comments were quite entertaining as she pulled each one out. "Now this tiny guy reminds me of my first boyfriend. He had a big car, but no one told me what that meant. Still I got my cocksucking chops together on him. Has Val told you I give the best head this side of the Pecos, Mike? I would love to suck your cock.

"Now this one is smaller than Davey, Mike, though it looks pretty big to me. Val wants that. She's still waffling about it, but I know she wants a ride on my husband's great cock." Picking up the medium-sized one, "This guy is smaller than you, but that's just the right size for me." She looked up at the camera again. "I love my husband, Mike, but I need a good no-holds-barred fucking and my husband can't do that. Oh yeah, it feels great to be filled up like only he can, but Davey just can't let go with me. He's too long and it hurts. Your cock will fuck me just right; I'm certain of it."

Reaching into the box again, she came out with one of the special attachments, the one Val had refused so far to let me use on her, the one with two cocks -- one big and one small. "Oh, now THIS one I really like!, Claire said as she held it up to the camera. "I'll bet this one feels really interesting. Know what, Mike? I think I'll try it. I haven't had a cock up my ass since before I started dating Davey.

Mounting it on the Sybian, then lubing it up, Claire carefully climbed aboard and sank down on both the dildos, her eyes opening wide as the last bit sank in. "Oh my God, that's already nice and I haven't even turned the machine on yet!"

The next two hours were almost non-stop orgasms for Claire, and I had the best seat in the house as she writhed and wriggled, panted and moaned, and the entire time had my cock as hard as it's ever been.

Right at the end as she was fucking herself enthusiastically up the ass on The Rider, she looked up and said, "This is so good, Mike! Know what I'm thinking? I'm imagining it's you pounding into my cute little butt right now, fucking me to your heart's content. I'm very tight back there, Mike, and it will feel really good when I let you take me this way. Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass? Want your first to be me?" She reached down between her legs, rubbing furiously. "Oh God! Oh God! I'm going to cum!! I'm going to cum again for you, Mike! Oh yes, fuck me, Mike! That feels so incredible!"

Claire's orgasm knocked her clear off the machine, either that or she wanted to give me a special show. Lying there on her back, legs spread wide, I could see her pussy spasming as she gushed all over the place. Another squirter...

Lazily rubbing her nether lips with one hand, and pulling on her nipples with the other, Claire's voice was dreamy as she spoke. "I have it all figured out, Mike, and all you need to do is play along. Everyone is going to win. You get me, and I get a royal fucking. Davey gets to fuck someone really hard for a change, no worries, and Val... Well, Val gets her second big cock and I bet she's going to really get off on it. All you have to do is play along, Mike, and you can have this."

Claire spread her lips obscenely wide and tilted her hips so I could see everything.

Sitting there watching, I only touched myself once and the cum sprayed everywhere: on the computer screen and keyboard, me, everywhere. I began looking around for some kleenex. My eye caught a movement at the study door.

There stood Val, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame, a wry expression on her face. "That little slut!" she said, but she was smiling. "I never should have trusted her -- or you! How long has that camera been down in the basement?"

My face was burning with shame. "Um...almost since the beginning."

My wife shook her head. "You're a naughty boy! Now clean up the mess you made and then come upstairs. You're going to be punished very severely for this! Spying on your wife and her friend. The nerve!"

With that she turned and walked down the hall, but I could detect a swagger in her movements that I'd never seen before. I got the feeling that I was about to find out how much of the dom my Valerie had in her...

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The next morning, Val and I woke up early and lay in bed talking. My cock was sore as were my nipples but Val had a cat-like languor about her. She'd gotten fucked as well as I could possibly do it the previous evening. As we lay, she casually stroked my cock to hardness. My balls ached with the load they were carrying since I hadn't been allowed to cum again the previous night. I was there for Val's pleasure only -- not that I could have done much tied up as I was.

"You do understand that I'm truly pissed off at you for spying on me, don't you?" Val asked. "We have a trust between us and you broke it."

"Yeah, but there are things being said between you and Claire that shouldn't have been spread around."

Val thought for a moment. "True, but I think your transgression is worse. You do have tapes of me that I didn't know about. Now I knew why you'd go upstairs when you had me tied to those machines. You were watching me get myself off."

"I wanted to see what you were like when you thought you were alone. Let me tell you, Val, dear, those recordings are very hot."

"Hotter than what Claire was doing for you on that recording I saw last night?"

"Yes!" I said, meaning it. "You have a lot of things going for you that she doesn't and besides, I love YOU. YOU turn me on more than anyone else and I love seeing you get off in a big way."

"Turned on enough to let me enjoy myself with Davey this weekend? I've made up my mind now, Michael. If you agree, I'm going to fuck that big cock until I can't move." She grinned. "And you can have Claire -- assuming that you can handle her!"

With that, Val bent down, took my cock in her mouth and gave me the best blow job I'd ever gotten, although I lasted an embarrassingly short time.

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We had no sex for the rest of the week. Both of us wanted to be primed and ready for Saturday night. I let Val change the password on my spy software and the recordings, and she let me lock up her toys in my work room, which sported a new padlock. Neither of us could cheat unless it was with our hands. We joked about his and hers chastity devices.

Val would tell me nothing about what she and Claire had planned and I got thrown out of the house first thing on Saturday. "Go play golf or something. I just don't want to see your face until 5:00!" Claire was arriving as I pulled out of the driveway. I didn't know what to say when we were finally face to face. My cock knew what to do, though...

She casually leaned on the window frame. The heady scent of Chanel #5 wafted into the car. "Hello, Mike! So we finally meet. I understand that you've been a very bad boy! Shame on you for doing that."

I was so flustered, my brain refused to slip into gear. Finally, I managed to croak, "How did you spot the camera so easily?"

Claire reached in and tweaked my nose. "My dad is a private investigator. I'd be still doing that too if we got along better. Good dads can make bad bosses. Remind me to tell you all about it sometime. Anyway, it was pretty clear from the way your machine was set on that board so that it could only be put on the floor one way, and from the fact that you'd leave Valerie alone on it, that you were spying on her. There were only a few possible places to put the camera and I knew what to look for." She stuck her head into the car and sucked my earlobe into her mouth, then breathed, "You better leave now, Mike. Seeing that cock of yours pushing out your pants like that is making me VERY wet."

I played my worst ever round of golf that day, quitting after 15 holes. Then I wasted a few hours looking at power tools, listening to the ball game on the radio and eventually stopping to get each lady a dozen long-stemmed roses. I pulled into the driveway at 5:00 sharp. Needless to say, they were both blown away by the flowers. Score one for the guys!

Both women had been to the beauty parlor. Claire's hair was done in a French braid and her make-up was superb. Someone could drown in her gray eyes if he weren't careful. Val, however, looked like something out of a Hollywood movie.

Her hair had been cut and styled by a pro, just off her shoulders in the front and long down the back. Different highlights glistened in her black hair every time she moved: now a flash of auburn, then chestnut, then a touch of blonde. It was stunning. Her eyes were deep and smoldering, her cheeks just with a hint of blush and her lips red and inviting.

I stood there gawking so long that Claire got in between us and said, "Hey! Remember me! I'm the one you're SUPPOSED to be looking at!

We all burst out laughing and I hugged both women, and if Claire was put off because I hugged Val a little closer for just a little longer, she didn't say anything.

"Nervous?" I asked Val.

She nodded and her cheeks reddened a little more.

I turned to Claire. "So what's the drill? You seem to have put yourself in charge of this little event."

In answer, Claire went out to the kitchen, a delicious little wiggle in her butt as she left the living room, and returned with a bottle of white wine and three glasses.

We all sat and had a sip. Val and me on the sofa and Claire right across from me on a wing chair. She was wearing loose fitting shorts and made sure I could see right up them. Not a stitch of underwear was in sight and my cock twitched in response.

Val noticed immediately. "Claire! Behave yourself!"

The girl sat back in the chair and crossed her legs which only made the shorts rise higher on her thighs. She stuck her tongue out at Val.

"Davey's out working today and should be here by 6:00. Mike you're going to be in charge of the grilling. You're also to make sure that Davey gets just enough booze. I don't want him too blasted to be able to perform, but I also want him good and loose. Valerie and I will do the rest."

"And your husband knows nothing about this?"

Claire and Val exchanged glances. "Well, the past two weeks, I've been kind of steering our pillow talk," Claire admitted. "I also made sure that Davey spoke to Val a few times. Let's just say that he thinks she's pretty darned hot and I got him to admit in the heat of the moment that he wouldn't mind getting to know her better."

Val had reddened at the talk, and I asked her, "What's wrong?"

Again the exchanged looks. "I...ah... I've been pretty flirty with Davey the two times we've met."

"Come on! Out with it!" I said.

"Well, I may have, ah, rubbed myself on him a bit and touched his arm and I, ah, kissed him once."

"One of your quick pecks or the full monty?"

"Um, somewhere in between."

"Out with it, Val!" Claire whooped. "She's been coming on big time with my hubby, that's what she's been doing."

I went upstairs to shower and change, shaving once again so that my face wouldn't have a hint of stubble on it for the evening. Val and Claire headed to the guest bedroom to get changed, refusing to tell me what was up.

I got downstairs and went out to get the barbecue ready and saw by the wisps of steam rising off the pool that swimming was on the schedule for the evening, despite the nip that would be in the air when the sun went down. 

The table was set for four, a wine cooler at hand, and four lounges had been set out by the pool.

Was al fresco sex on the menu? We live at the edge of town on a large bit of land, so no neighbors could see what we do in the back, but Val had never agreed to have sex outdoors because "who knows who might walk in on us!" This would be a big change for her.

At 6:00 on the button, I heard the doorbell ring. A few moments later, Claire came out the back door hanging onto the arm of a very large man. Davey's polo shirt was tight around his torso and the muscles in his arms stretched the fabric out to its limits. His waist was fairly small and I could see from his dockers that his thighs and calves would also be impressive. The man obviously didn't just lift weights, he was a full-blown body builder.

Claire looked miniscule next to Davey, but she wouldn't go unnoticed anywhere. The miniscule, tight red shorts and blouse tied under her gently swaying breasts would make sure of that. I also noticed sneakers and white socks again, the vixen. Claire looked to all the world like some horny cheerleader.

"This is for you," Davey said a bit uncomfortably as he handed me a bottle of very nice red wine. "Thanks for having us over. Claire's talked about nothing else all week."

I'll bet she has, I thought. "Welcome, uh, Davey? That's all I've heard Claire call you."

He grinned, a nice, friendly, open one. "Davey's just fine."

"Why don't you two guys get comfortable," Claire said. "Val should be dressed in a minute and I'll go get a couple of beers." She squeezed her husband's arm. "You must have worked so hard today. A cold beer would go down nicely, wouldn't it?"

Claire sashayed into the house, wiggling that delicious butt of hers and we both shamelessly watched her go.

Val was the one whocame out with the beers and, my God, did we stare this time! Besides the perfect hair and make-up, she had on the most amazing pair of jeans I'd ever seen. I remember thinking two things: that they'd been painted on her or been custom made. They were so tight, you could see her camel toe. On top was a shimmering blouse of turquoise silk, no bra, and on her feet, my favorite high-heeled sandals with the ties coming halfway up her calves. The effect of the way she was dressed, groomed and the obviousness of her sex was absolutely jaw dropping.

Davey's jaw did drop.

"Why Davey," Val said, giving him a lingering peck on his cheek, "how wonderful to see you again! Thanks so much for coming over!"

Davey couldn't help himself nor could I as our eyes traveled over this heavenly creature standing before us.

After handing us our beers, Val went back into the house and her wiggle was even better than Claire's. This was my shy and restrained (at least in public) wife?

The girls left us alone for a good half hour and I found that Davey was a pretty regular guy. He bowled instead of played golf, enjoyed football instead of baseball, but other than that, we felt the same way about a lot of things. I found that I liked him.

Eventually, Val and Claire came out with some more beers for us and white wine for themselves. Claire and Davey chatted for a few minutes about the job he'd been working on that day, and Val managed to get me to come over to the back door for a few private words.

She looked at me seriously. "Last chance to back out. Is this still going to happen?"

"Valerie, you look so good tonight, I'm beginning to think I'll keep you all to myself."




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 07



"Seriously, Mike. If you don't want to do this, it all stops here and now. Davey can go home with blue balls for all I care."

"Are you having second thoughts?"

Val shook her head. "No. I think it's the perfect opportunity for a lot of things to happen. Am I nervous? You bet. I've never acted or dressed like this in my life!"

I gave her a peck on the cheek. "You're carrying it off like an old pro. I thought Davey was going to start salivating when you first walked out!"

"Then hold on to your hat, love, 'cause you ain't seen nothin' yet!"

Claire called across to us. "Hey! What are you two talking about so seriously over there? We're getting lonely."

Dinner was an interesting affair as the two women basically switched partners. Val sat close to Davey, touching him frequently, laughing at everything he said and generally had him eating out of her hand. Claire was doing a good job from her end, once going so far as to lean over and slide her hand up my leg to cop a feel of my swollen cock.

"I'm looking forward to having tube steak for dessert tonight," she whispered leaning close.

After dinner, we continued chatting for a good long time, until Claire said to Val, "Now do you think these two studs have earned the right to see what we bought for ourselves today?"

"Hmmm. I don't know."

"What did you buy?" Davey and I both said together, causing all four of us to start laughing.

"Shall we, Valerie?" Claire asked as she got up from the table. "The guys can clear up while we get changed. Then they're to come out here and wait patiently for us."

Davey and I made a quick job of cleaning up, all the while joking about "women".

"I'll bet Claire is a handful," I observed.

"Mike, you'll never know the half of it. I just don't know where that girl is going to come from next sometimes. It's a redheaded thing." He stopped and thought for a moment. "Your Valerie is quite a woman, though, quite a woman. She's got to be in her mid-forties but I swear she could pass for thirty."

"She can be a handful, too, Mike."

He took my meaning at once. "I'll bet she can."

The two women came out about two minutes after we sat back down at the now-cleared table. When we saw what they were wearing, it seemed that they should have taken about 20 seconds to get changed. Davey and I both whistled -- and meant it.

Valerie had on the most miniscule bikini I'd ever seen. Basically it consisted of three small triangles of blue fabric held together by the thinnest of strings. It wasn't until she walked by me on her way to the pool that I realized the bottom was just a g-string. There was Val's gorgeous heart-shaped butt for the world to see. She cut the water like a knife as she dove in.

Claire's swimsuit was even more outrageous, if that's possible. It consisted of two strips of fabric about 3 inches that started at her neck, came down over the center of her breasts and thenwent down into a V at her crotch. In back, appearing from between her cheeks in a thinner strip, it split again to join up to go up to her neck. The only other place I'd seen something like that was in Japan.

Neither swimsuit left anything to the imagination. Claire used the ladder to get into the pool. Her outfit probably wouldn't have survived the impact of a dive.

Everyone looked at Davey for a cue. If he got angry about the near nakedness of his wife in front of me, then the whole evening would have ended right there.

He looked from one woman to the other for several seconds while we waited.

"I wish you'd told me we would be going swimming, Claire," he finally said. "I would have brought my suit."

We all relaxed and Claire said, "There's one of of Mike's on the bed in the guest room. Mike? You going to join us, too?"

Davey and I raced for the house.

I always wear those baggy swimming trunks, and so I was pretty surprised when Davey came out of the house wearing a speedo. My first cue was Val's eyes nearly bugging out of her head. Then I turned around and saw it. I don't know if he was partially aroused or not but the bulge in that suit looked enormous. Claire caught my eye and winked. She'd set the whole thing up.

We all splashed around for a good while. The women looked like mermaids caught in the lights of the pool, so Davey and I did a good amount of standing around and gawking as they put on their show.

Finally Val got up on the diving board. She'd been part of the diving team in high school so she could do a few fancy things like flips. The first few, just the simple stuff, jack knives and the like, went fine. It was on the fourth dive, a summersault which required a high spring off the board that things came undone -- literally.

The dive was perfect, except not all of Val's bikini made it. Her top fluttered down behind her and landed on the water like a limp flag. Bubbling up behind it a few moments later was the bikini bottom.

Val surfaced at the shallow end of the pool and stood up. Only then did she realize that her entire body was on display for everyone to see -- especially Davey.

"Oh damn!" she said, but didn't make any effort to cover up.

Claire swam over to the floating parts of Val's bikini, grabbed them and then chucked everything high into the air where they caught around some tree branches.

"Hey! No fair!" Val shouted and then disappeared under the surface.

Claire had her back to Val because of her throw so she never saw my wife coming. All of a sudden she disappeared under the surface, reappearing a couple of seconds later, spluttering and coughing, and without her bathing suit.

Val resurfaced at the far end of the pool and Claire's suit followed hers up into the tree branches. "Now we're even!"

Claire paddled to the side of the pool and started laughing as soon as she caught her breath. "No, we're not even. You and I are naked and those guys over there with the shit-eating grins still have their suits on. I propose we go in the house and get dressed unless they strip down too."

"Sounds good to me," Val answered.

Davey and I looked at each other and shrugged, and off came the suits. I must admit that I shucked mine with a bit of concern. From what I'd seen of Davey, he had quite the hardware.

We swam around for awhile again with things now really beginning to heat up. Several times Val and Claire swam between my legs, grabbing my cock as they did. They also did the same to Davey and I wondered if Val had felt Davey up yet. I was getting very hard but didn't look over at him to check out his state. At one point I'm sure Claire took him in her mouth, but the shimmering water made it hard to be certain.

Finally, Claire swam over towards me. "Hey, I'm getting thirsty. Who'd like something more to drink?" Everyone said yes. "Mike help me with this, will you?" she said as she climbed the steps at the shallow end. "And you two! No hanky panky while we're gone! Got that?"

Val shot me a glance as I headed for the house with her friend. It was a cross between being really scared and really turned on.

Claire and I took about five minutes on our errand, mostly taken up with sharing some very hot kisses in the kitchen. The girl could kiss, I'd give her that. Like her personality, her mouth was fast and busy, unlike Val's languid but completely erotic manner of almost molding her mouth to yours. It was an odd experience: something so different after so many years.

"This is going very well," Claire sighed into my chest as I ran my hands down to cup her ass cheeks. "I think everyone is going to get what they want tonight." Her hand snaked down and gripped my dick hard.

As we were about to come out, we stopped in the doorway and looked down the yard to the pool. Sure enough, Val and Davey were treading water in the deep end, locked in an embrace, lips glued together.

Holding her two beers in one hand, Claire reached down for my twitching cock. "You get off on this, don't you?"

"I've never actually seen it before."

"You're going to see a lot more before the night is over," she said, as she began making opening noises with the screen door as if it were stuck.

By the time we got outside, Val and Davey were at opposite ends of the pool.

We swam around for awhile longer, our beers sitting by the edge of the pool, but now everything was more subdued as erotic energy crackled between all of us.

At one point Val and I were down by the diving board and Claire and Davey were at the far end of the pool retrieving their beers.

"We saw you from the house," I told Val.

"I figured you were doing something like that. Did you kiss Claire?"

"Yes, and she felt my cock."

Val giggled. "I did the same to Davey."

"And is he everything you've been hoping for?"

"That and more..."

Val pushed off for the opposite end of the pool and I followed.

When she got down to the end, she said, "I'm beginning to feel like a prune, so I'm going to get out. Anyone feel like something warming? Coffee?"

Davey's eyes followed closely as Val walked up the steps, the muscles in her butt flexing deliciously.

Claire said, "Well I'm going to stay in a while longer. This water is just too nice."

As she toweled herself off, Val looked at Davey over her shoulder. "Care to help me?"

He nodded and got out of the pool. I swear the man's cock was halfway to his knees and Val openly stared at it as he walked towards her. I stayed put since my cock was at full erection at the moment. The two quickly disappeared into the house. It was going to happen.

Claire said to me, "Davey just asked me how I'd feel if he fucked your wife."

"Really? He came out and said it?"

Claire giggled, a delightful, playful sound. "Well, not in so many words..." Then she grew more serious. "You have to understand that Davey is pretty aware of the effect his, um, attributes have on women. He KNOWS they want him."

"And you're comfortable with that?"

"Yes, because he knows I love him, and that if he started fucking around with every woman he met, I'd leave him in a flash. Tonight is just something we all need to do -- for different reasons. It's not about cheating or hurting someone else. It's about sex, pure and simple." She cocked her head to one side. "Now are you going to kiss me again? This time I won't feel like I'm going to fall down from its effects. I can just float away."

Claire swam over to me in one fluid motion, and grabbed my erection, pulling me down into the water. Swinging her legs in, she wrapped them around my waist as I rose back to my feet. Her lips found mine and I have to say that her kisses were much nicer the second and third time around. I tried to give as good as I got, and must have been doing a good job because she soon began moaning and sinuously humping on my hard cock, moving it up and down her slit without letting it enter her. Since we were no longer down in the water, the cool night air soon began to affect us, so I carried her out of the pool with her body still glued to mine, my hands down under her delightful butt to support her.

I laid Claire down on one of the lounges and started drying her off with a towel, making sure I didn't miss a spot, like her breasts, between her legs, behind her knees, or that luscious rear end. 

All the while she looked up at me. "I can see why Val is still so head over heels for you."

"How so?" I asked as I dried her lower legs and feet.

Claire giggled. "I know from certain 'signs' that you're really eager to get at me, but you still take the time to make sure I'm warm and comfortable. Not many men would do that. They'd just shove the ole cock in and start fuckin'."

I dried myself off. "And even fewer men would let their wives fuck someone else."

Flashing me a very piercing look, Claire asked, "Are you feeling a bit insecure?"

"No... Well, yes, to be honest. I don't think I've ever seen anyone as well-hung as Davey, at least outside of porn films."

"Relax. A cock that big isn't all it's cracked up to be, believe me. Sometimes it feels like a watermelon being shoved up your twat. Val will be back in your bed tonight and happy to be there. You'll see." Claire stretched sinuously and spread her legs. "Now are you going to show me some of that tongue action I've heard so much about, or do I have to take matters into my own hands?"

I kissed her knees as I knelt over the end of the lounge. "How much has my wife told you?"

Claire grabbed my head and shoved it between her legs. "Don't ask..."

I'd forgotten how different women can taste. Claire was obviously VERY aroused judging by the amount of juice leaking from her. It was thinner than Val's but had a more pronounced, musky smell and flavor. I dove right in.

Claire didn't lie there undulating, sighing and moaning like Val to did to indicate what felt good and what she wanted. Claire gave orders, very specific orders. "Oh, man, that feels good! Now lick my hole. That's it. Shove your tongue right up there. Mmmm. Don't forget my rosebud! I LOVE having that licked."finally reached up and put my hand over her mouth.

Working her up to a fever pitch, I backed off, kissing her inner thighs and her mons. This had the desired effect so I did it twice more and had her really squirming. Claire kept trying to thrust her genitals up into my mouth and was panting and moaning, wiggling around to the point where I was having trouble doing what I wanted, so I reached around her legs, grabbed both her wrists and held them tight, effectively pinning her to the lounge.

Then I really went to work on her.

Every now and then, I'd flick her clit with my tongue, and even though it was far smaller than Val's, you couldn't mistake it since it was so hard and throbbing with her fast heartbeat. She moaned and cursed and struggled against my grip, but I could tell that she was loving it.

Finally, I sensed that she could take no more, so I fastened my mouth around her clit and tiny inner lips (so different from Val's) and sucked, gently rolling my tongue over everything. Just as I felt that final rise to her orgasm, I let go of her arms and slid an index finger up her ass.

Claire's response was electric. She arched her back right off the lounge and began this high, keening sound. It was a little unnerving at first, but sounded incredibly sexy as spasm after spasm wracked her small frame. I held on for dear life, occasionally flicking her clit with my tongue which would set off another round of spasms.

Finally, she could take no more and pushed my head weakly away. "Please stop!"

I moved up on the lounge and took her in my arms. She fit nicely against my chest. Every so often another small tremor would travel the length of her body. This went on for several minutes.

Eventually, Claire recovered, signaled by her rolling over on top of me and delivering a big kiss to first my nose and then my mouth. "Mike, you are the greatest. I have NEVER felt anything like that! You're going to have to show Davey what you do."

I was incredulous. "He doesn't like eating you?"

"Of course he does! Although with him, it's just a means to an end. You did it like it was the only thing in your life that you ever wanted to do. I swear to God I thought the top of my head was going to blow off!" At that point, Claire noticed my VERY stiff cock pinned between us. "Hmmm. Looks like you need a bit of action." She hiked herself up to her knees and sat straddling my waist, looking down at me, that impish grin once more on her face. Then she hopped off.

Grabbing me by the cock, she dragged me up off the lounge.

"Hey! I thought I was going to get a 'bit of action'!"

"Relax, Tiger! You will. Don't you wonder what your darling wife and my ever-lovin' have been up to all this time?"

As she pulled me towards the house, I began to wonder just that.

Claire put her finger to her lips as we slid in the back door. The house was silent and the lights were off. Maybe Davey and Val had gone upstairs. Just then we heard Val's distinctive voice coming from the direction of the living room where, as our eyes became used to the darkness, we realized there was a dim glow.

Tiptoeing to the archway, we peeked around the corner.

Two candles cast a warm light around the room. We could make out Davey lying on his back in the middle of the floor. Valerie was lying full length on him, her legs outside his. She had her hands on his shoulders, back arched and was pulling herself back and forth on his cock which was pinned between them, much as Claire had been doing to me moments before. Every so often, she'd drop her head down and kiss him, not the quick, almost hyperactive kisses of his wife, but those full-blooded, languorous mouth locks that Val did so well. The juices from Val's pussy glistened on Davey's cock every time she moved up. She was ready.

Claire pulled me around the corner and back a few steps. "This is going to be good. I don't think they've done it yet," she whispered directly into my ear.

"How do you know?"

"Did you see any semen leaking out of her? Believe me Davey cums A LOT, and I've made sure he hasn't had anything for the past week. Val is going to get a load when he cums!" She tiptoed to the door and peeked around the corner again, motioning me to join her. "Now whatever happens," she said into my ear, "be sure to keep your mouth shut. I know your wife is very shy about you watching."

I looked around the corner, just as Davey moaned to my wife, "That feels so good, Valerie, but if you don't stop, I'm going to cum all over the place. I want my first time to be inside you."

She stopped moving and kissed him again. "So do I. Now lie still and let me do this."

I thought Val would rise up and take him inside her, however she got to her feet, turned around and squatted down with her backside facing him. Davey's hands immediately found said backside which he started caressing.

I was afraid Val might look up and see me, but when I did catch her expression it was easy to see that she was in The Zone and oblivious to anything but her immediate pleasure.

At full erection, Davey's cock, now down between Val's legs was something to behold. It had to be 12" and looked to be as big around as a pop can. It glistened with the moisture Val had spread on it with her rubbing and the head was an angry red.

My wife grabbed it, and rubbing it up and down her slit in a downright lascivious display, she spread more of her juices on the head. Then she leaned one arm back, putting it on Davey's shoulder. His hands moved up to her waist to support her.

Val's pussy was wide open from her legs being spread outside Davey's, and because her torso was angled up, I could see the opening to her vagina clearly in the candle light. Next to me, Claire's hand wrapped around my rampant cock and began tugging on it gently. I had to stifle a groan.

Valerie put the huge head of Davey's cock to her opening and then pushed forward. For a moment it flexed a bit, then the head and about 2" slid up inside her. She paused and looked down between her legs, admiring the cock she'd started on its way to heaven.

Now Val had both arms on Davey's shoulders, feet flat on the floor, legs bent with Davey supporting her waist. Little by little, more of his cock disappeared inside of her as she slowly moved forward and back. On the out-stroke, the girth of his cock pulled her inner lips outward as if they were clinging to his massive organ, only to disappear back as the cock again entered her waiting pussy.

I had never seen anything so obscenely erotic. Val's head was back and her hair was hanging down as she impaled herself more and more on the huge phallus, moaning as each inch slipped in.

Next to me, Claire moved and suddenly I felt her mouth engulf my cock down to the bottom in one fluid motion. My legs quivered and it took all my concentration not to make a noise.




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 07



In front of me, Val had now managed to take the entire monster cock inside her. She stayed the moving her hips slightly as she again looked down between her legs.

"I can't believe you got the entire thing into you so easily," Davey groaned beneath her. "Goddamn, it feels like my cock is in a velvet-lined vise! You are SO tight!"

"Mmmm, Davey, and you're everything I was hoping for."

And with that Val began to fuck herself. That's the only way to describe it. She'd rock forward and Davey's cock would disappear from view as Val rotated her hips to maximize the feelings she was receiving, at the bottom, she'd hold for a moment, and from Davey's groans I knew that she was gripping him tighter with the muscles in her pussy. A sheen of sweat began to glow on her skin from the effort she was expending.

Down between my legs, Claire was returning in spades the teasing I done to her earlier, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on what was happening in front of me. This woman was a pro at cocksucking. Her tongue continually swirled under my cock as she slid its 7" easily down her throat. She wouldn't have been able to do that with Davey's pop can girth. Every time I'd get close to an orgasm she'd just stop, squeezing the base of my cock to keep me from cumming. I began to develop a serious case of blue balls.

Back in the living room, Valerie was telling Davey how good it was. "My God you fill me up! I can't believe how good you feel inside me!"

As she picked up speed I could see that Davey's hands on her waist were now forcing her down on his cock, jamming his rod up inside her. I could see it bulging far up in her belly each time it hit bottom. They were both sweating as they approached the crisis point.

That's when Val put her head up and looked straight at me. "Mike! Grab my clit! I need you to do me! Please!!" She put her head back again. "Oh God, Davey, fuck me. You fuck me so good!"

I'd sort of frozen, realizing that I'd been found out. Claire lost no time, though, and went right into the room, kneeling down between her husband's spread legs. Timing herself so she wouldn't interrupt the other lovers' movements, she leaned forward and sucked Val's throbbing clit into her mouth.

Val was too far gone to notice what was happening and Davey couldn't see, but I had a ringside seat to the action. Not for long, though, because Claire stuck her butt into the air and wiggled it a bit by way of invitation. I needed no second message.

Getting behind her, I slid my entire length into Claire's sopping wet pussy. Not knowing what else to do, I just knelt there and let Claire do the work as she followed Val's body forward and back, her mouth locked onto Val's clitoris.

Everyone was moaning, cursing, urging the others onward.

Val was the first to pop and she had a screaming, gushing orgasm as she stiffened on top of Davey. He went second, jamming Val down hard on his pulsing cock. Claire finally pulled away from Val and we went off together. I don't know about anyone else, but my orgasm was the strongest I'd ever experienced, making me lightheaded from its intensity.

Next thing I knew we were all lying in a tumbled heap on the living room floor, trying to get our breath back. I lifted my head and looked right up between Val's legs. Her vulva was red and swollen and Davey's cum and her juices were still leaking from her, disappearing down her crack. 

Val felt around the floor with her hand, then said to the three of us with a satisfied chuckle, "Shit! I guess this means we're going to have to get the carpets cleaned!" 



Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 08



We all lay there for a moment catching our breath. Val was the first to get up.

"I need a shower," she mumbled as she put a hand between her legs to stop the flow of juices down her legs and left the room, avoiding my eyes.

Davey got up next. "Claire, I think we should head out. C'mon, let's go find our clothes."

"What if I'm not done yet? You two had an awfully long time alone in here and Mike and I didn't have much of a chance."

"Get your clothes on Claire. We're going home."

We both watched him head down the hallway towards the back of the house.

"I think somebody's feeling guilty about what just happened," Claire observed.

"You may be right," I answered, "two somebodies."

"I was afraid this might happen."

"Me too. Valerie has a hard time dealing with her, um, urges. She eventually gives in to them and then feels guilty as hell afterwards. You, on the other hand, seem to have the same urges and no problems dealing with them."

"Could be the fact that I'm a redhead." Claire grinned up at me, as she reached out, grabbing my cock. "We're just a mass of contradictions, you know."

It was still slick from our combined juices and her hand felt heavenly as it slid up and down my length. After a few moments, she gripped harder and led me by it around the room to blow out the candles, then over to the bottom of the stairs.

"As much as I'd like to continue, I think there's a pretty lady upstairs you might need to check on."

"You're right." I looked down at her. "Well, thanks for an interesting evening."

Claire rose on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on my lips that made me feel as if steam should be coming out of my ears. "It was my pleasure," she whispered. I reached out and gave both her nipples hard twists and she groaned. "Oh! You remembered, you nasty man!"

She grabbed my cock again and it took all my self control not to lay her down on the floor and mount her to take my pleasure. From her smoldering expression I could see that she was thinking the same thing.

"Go now, Michael," she said, pulling away. "I don't think this is the time or place for us to get into this. Davey and I will l let ourselves out. Tell Val I'll see her on Monday at the store." She padded off down the hall, then turned. "Maybe my washer will have another breakdown. You never know."

When I got upstairs, Val was in the shower. I waited a long time for her to come out.

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It took Val five days to talk to me about what had happened. During that time she'd hardly talk or look at me. I tried to be as loving and close as possible to let her know that I had no problem with anything that had transpired. As a matter of fact, my cock was nearly always hard since I couldn't get that picture of Val slowly taking in Davey's massive girth and the look of sheer ecstasy that had been on her face. I knew better than to push the situation.

Finally, on that fifth night, after a very long day, we got into bed and Val pushed her bum back against me with a sexy little wiggle.

"Do you want to play?" I asked.

She pulled my arm over her, settling my palm on her left breast. My cock immediately started to swell and stiffen.

"Would you tell me something, Mike?"

"What?"

"When you came into the room last week when Davey and I were...you know..."

"Fucking?"

Val clucked her disapproval, then shrugged. "I guess that's what we were doing. Anyway, when you walked in on us, what did you think? Please be honest. I want to know exactly what your first impression was."

"Well... I guess that I was a bit taken aback that things had gotten on as rapidly as they had. I also was a little taken aback by Davey's size. For a moment, I wondered if you could ever be happy with my cock again." I pulled Val hard against me, grinding my erection into her bum. "Then that all got swept away by the expression on your face as you sank down on his cock. It's the most sexy thing I've ever seen."

"Really? You never thought that I was just another slut? That you're wife was turning into a cock-hungry slut?"

I pushed her hair out of the way and kissed the side of her neck. "Not even remotely."

Val spun around onto her other side and buried her face in my chest, her arms tight around my neck.

"Is that what you've been so blue about all week?" I asked.

She just nodded.

I reached down and cupped one butt cheek. "Well, I still think you're the most sexy woman imaginable."

"Sexier than Claire?"

"She's not even in the running."

My wife's hand snaked down between us and gripped my throbbing erection. "It looks like my friend supports everything you've been saying."

She threw back the covers and climbed onto me sliding down to my knees. I could feel the hardness of her nipples the whole way.

Looking up with my cock in her hand, she smiled coquettishly. "As for Davey's cock. It's way too big for me even think of doing this with it."

Popping the head into her mouth, Val slowly slid all the way down my length until her nose rested against my public hair. I could feel her tongue swirling as she tightened and loosened the muscles of her throat in a swallowing movement. It felt like heaven.

Then she slowly slid back up until my cockhead sprang from her mouth with a loud pop.

"My God, I gasped. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

Val looked up at me, mouth poised over my cock once again. "Um, I bought a book, one of those ones about how to please your man. I take it that you approve?"

A loud groan was her answer as she slowly worked her magic again. I knew I wouldn't be able to take much more of this.

After the second mind-blowing time, Val said simply, "Just tell me when you're going to cum. I need to take a big breath."

After that, she sent me to heaven and I had one of the most massive orgasms of my life. Val just stayed there with her nose pressed against my pubes as her throat action milked every drop of semen from my prick.

I felt like a pile of wet spaghetti when she finished. She slithered up my body and stopped with her twat right in front of my face. "Now will you return the favor?"

She didn't have to ask. Square in my face was the top of her slit, that glorious clit of hers poking from between her lips, swollen, red and proud and just begging to be touched. This was one turned on woman!

"Don't tease me tonight, Mike," she hissed as I gave it a lick, then hunched forward until it was tight against my lips. "Just suck me off! Make me cum!"

Who am I to argue with a lady?

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Things got back to normal after that. Val didn't mention Claire very much, and as I was really busy at work, I didn't question it.

Some evenings, Val just wanted me to suck her off (as she now always called it). I knew that she was using her big blue dildo quite often when she was alone (I can't get over this spying thing!) and so she probably was too sore to make love. Since I was still getting those mind-shattering blowjobs when she didn't want to make love, I really didn't care. Anyway, I didn't think I'd be able to get it up a second time anyway if she'd wanted to continue. Ah, the shortcomings of growing old...

About a month after our big night with Claire and Davey, I got a call at the office.

"Mike? It's Claire. I've got the day off. Do you think we could meet somewhere for lunch?"

Little alarm bells went off in my head. I didn't know what a young, beautiful, vivacious girl like Claire could see in someone my age, but we definitely had made a connection that night. The last thing I wanted was to get caught up in something with her.

"I'm pretty busy today and-"

"I think my ever-loving husband is sticking his dick where it doesn't belong," she interrupted, "and I'm referring to Val."

I almost dropped the phone. "What?"

"Dave's been acting sort of strange the last few weeks and I started keeping closer tabs on him. I discovered a few things. Look, I don't want to talk about this on the phone. Can we meet for lunch?"

I picked up a pen. "Just tell me when and where."

It's a wonder a didn't have a car accident on the way to a restaurant on the far side of town, someplace where we were very unlikely to run into anyone who knew us. Claire, dressed in a pair of very snug jeans and a white peasant blouse was waiting, a glass of beer in front of her.

How could anyone entertain thoughts of double-dipping on this delectable female? I thought. Then I realized that we were talking about my Valerie who could give a dead man an erection. The memory of her sliding obscenely down Davey's massive boner flashed through my head. I should have expected she wouldn't be satisfied with only one taste of that.

I slid into the seat across from Claire as a waitress came over.

"Bring me a beer, too, I guess," I said to her after ordering a club sandwich. Claire ordered the burger special.

We were silent until the beer was delivered. I drank about half of it in one gulp.

"Are you sure about what you told me on the phone?" I asked with no preamble.

Claire looked up with huge eyes and nodded. "About as sure as I can be. Yesterday, I tried to reach Dave at work and they told me he wouldn't be in until about 2:00. That wasn't all that strange. Sometimes he has things to do and I don't expect him to tell me everything. But for some reason, it made me uneasy. I knew that Val had the day off too.

"Then when I jumped in the shower after I got home, I saw three or four strands of long black hair in the bathtub. I felt as if someone had kicked me in the gut. After I got out, I scoped out our bedroom and the living room. There was a wet spot on the sofa, not easy to spot because of the fabric. I found another one on the bedspread. Ditto.

"The final straw was when Davey told me he was too tired to screw. He claimed it was because of the long hours he's been working. He actually complained to me that he hadn't had any time off in three weeks! What a load of BS!"

Our meals were delivered and Claire bit into her burger as if she were biting off her husband's head.

"But are you sure he's messing around with Valerie?" I asked, but that was just stalling for time. I knew the truth. The evening before Valerie had seemed very withdrawn and preoccupied. She'd told me she felt as if she were coming down with something and had gone to bed early.

Now it was my turn to feel as if someone had kicked me in the gut.

Claire continued eating but I pushed my food away. Her eyes were kind as she looked at me. "Mike, I guess we have to be sure. Do you have any more of those little cameras like you set up in the basement?

I blushed in spite of myself. "Yeah. It came in a set of three."

"Well, Dave has a dentist appointment on Friday morning and Val has the day off. You set up the rest of the cameras in your house and come Friday, tell Val you have a meeting out of town. I'm going to suddenly come down ill that morning. If Dave and your wife are up to anything, they'll get up to it at your house. Sound like a plan?"

"Yes, but one that I hope bears no fruit."

Claire looked at me sadly. "As if..."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The next day, Val was at work, so I took some time off and got a camera set up in the living room and our bedroom and put the basement one in the guest room. I hoped that this would cover it.

That evening at dinner, Val had seemed back to normal, although I did catch her several times with a very distant look on her face, and my stomach knotted up every time I saw it.

Later, in bed, Val had been waiting for me with the covers pulled up to her chin. As I got in, she pulled herself to me very hard, but said nothing. I began rubbing her back with my free hand. She moaned and said, "Love me, Mike. Just take me any way you want."

Up until then dozens of scenarios had been going through my head, all the way from immediate divorce to forgiveness. I honestly hadn't known how I would respond to her the next time we went to bed. Without concrete proof, I had no reason to accuse her of anything, and if Claire were wrong, I would really be kicking a bee's nest if I opened my mouth wrongly. Maybe I could get some more information if I were clever...

I pushed Valerie over on her back and kicked the covers down to the bottom of the bed. Reaching into her bedside table, I took out our blindfold and slipped it on her. She tensed up a bit.

"No, you haven't been 'bad', Val," I told her as I fastened a velcro strap around her wrist. "I just want you to lie back and not interfere with what I'm going to do to you."

If David had been plowing a furrow in my field, I was determined to show Valerie that I was the superior lover, giant weenie or no.

I gave her a full body massage back and front, that lasted almost an hour. My devilish teasing eventually had Val squirming all over the bed, begging me to do something stimulating for more than a few seconds at a time. Long before I finished, her juices were flowing and her clit erect and throbbing. Every time I got near her opening, she'd thrust her hips trying to get my fingers inside. Since I had her legs fastened to the bedposts, causing them to be rather widely open, she was kept from moving too much.

At that point, I stopped and left the room. Val called to me with no response, wondering what was going on. I went downstairs and got our video camera and something new I'd been saving for the perfect time.

The camera took only a moment to set up to the right of the bed. I wanted a record of what happened tonight.

If anything, the break got Val even more turned on and she was sweating, straining at her bonds in an effort to get something free so she could stimulate herself.

"Valerie, stop! Or I'll leave you here for an hour or two with nothing."

She stopped dead, and lay there panting.

What I'd bought for Val was a vacuum tube to use on her clit. You slip it over and apply some suction by means of a hand pump. What's supposed to happen is the clit expands up into the tube and swells, making it VERY sensitive. That's the theory, at least.

With a touch of lubricant to provide a good seal, I slipped the short, 1/2-inch diameter tube down over her clit,separating it from its hood.

She immediately stiffened. "Mike? What is that?"

"Hush? You'll like this; I guarantee it."

With a mere three strokes on the hand pump, Val's clit swelled further and was drawn up into the tube, turning an angry red.

She went absolutely nuts, grunting, panting and moaning as the suction caused her clit to keep expanding. Within a minute or two, it looked to be almost a full inch and twice its diameter. 

"I'm going to release your legs now."

"Oh God, Mike, stop toying with me," she moaned. "I have to cum! Now!"

I gave the pump another stroke and Val sucked her breath in, VERY close to an orgasm.

"Soon, my dear."

Next I went to the closet to retrieve her largest dildo and found (big surprise) that it had a new brother, in length and girth pretty well the equal to Davey, with even the huge mushroom head. It hadn't been there two days ago. I brought it over to the bed and lubed it up, not that it looked as if she'd need it.

I gave the pump another stroke and then removed the tubing attaching the vacuum tube to the pump. The suction held marvelously. Val's clit was now certainly over an inch long and filled the diameter of the tube. Every time her heart beat, the tube would jump a bit, and her heart was obviously racing.

Kneeling between her legs, I moved them until they were up and wide apart. With the dildo at her opening, she sucked in her breath, knowing what was coming.

I pushed, and nothing happened. Pushing harder, still nothing. 

Finally Val had enough. "Just hold it tight and let me!" She moved herself up on the bed a bit and then, taking a breath, pushed down hard. The huge head of the dildo popped inside along with about an inch of the shaft.

Val immediately came violently, shaking and writhing, which forced even more of the dildo inside.

After about 2 full minutes of this, she lay on the bed, panting, with about half the length of the 12" dildo buried in her pussy. I thought she looked more beautiful than I'd ever seen her.

"Must rest a minute."

I got a cool wash cloth and wiped off the sweatiest parts of her body. Bumping the vacuum tube on her clit almost sent her into orbit, so I made sure I bumped it several times.

After about 5 minutes of rest, I grabbed the dildo and slid it out a bit. Val immediately pulled her knees back as I slid it forward again.

"What are you thinking, love?" I asked, afraid of the answer I knew I'd get.

"How incredible that big cock feels," she sighed.

"Does it feel as good as Davey's cock did?"

Another inch slid from view as Val hunched down on the plastic monster. "I don't know if anything could feel that good."

"Bet you'd love to have his cock inside you right now."

"No, I wouldn't! I thought this evening was about you and me. Now stop babbling and fuck me with that thing!"

I was quite surprised at the change in Val. This aggressiveness was not what I was used to from her.

Okay. She asked for it, so I gave it to her. Still as I sat there ramming the huge dildo into her pussy, she was doing as much, hunching herself down onto it. As the rapidity of her breathing increased and her hips churned and ground onto the dildo, I pulled on the vacuum tube enveloping her clit.

"Oh Christ, Mike! More! Do that more! It feels goddammed amazing!"

Val exploded into her second orgasm and as it died down, I began working the tube and dildo in earnest. For the next ten minutes, she lay there writhing through rapid fire orgasms until it seemed that they blurred into one continuous "O".

When I stopped, she was a whimpering sodden mess, the bed was soaked from her continuous ejaculations and I had the biggest hard-on ever. Coming up to the top of the bed to release her wrists, Val took off the blindfold and found my cock right in front of her face.

Grabbing my butt cheeks, she pulled me forward, sliding the entire length into her mouth.With only a half-dozen strokes, I shot stream after stream of cum down her throat. Her eyes gazed up at me lovingly.

Later, as we cuddled like spoons in the guest room (having made our bed uninhabitable for the night), Val sleepily said to me. "In answer to your question, Michael, you are the best lover I could ever ask for. Dave's cock is wonderful, but no matter how good it is, it will always have something wrong with it: it isn't attached to you!"

When Friday night rolled around, the day's recordings on my secret cameras showed absolutely nothing. That evening, Val, having recovered from the dildo's assault, fucked me like a mad woman.

My doubts about my wife slept -- but uneasily.

Almost three months later, I got the big wake-up call.

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It was a Friday evening and Valerie had go into work at the last minute to cover for someone who'd gone home sick. Since she'd had the day off, she wasn't happy but that's part of being the manager. Our meeting was no more than a peck on the cheek as I came in and she went out.

I wandered out to the kitchen and threw together a sandwich, then went back to the computer to surf the web a bit. Lately, I'd been forgetting to erase the recordings made during the day because the hard drive could fill up very fast. To check it, I'd run all three of the camera feeds at the same time at high speed. A number of times, increasingly in the past few weeks, I'd caught Val masturbating, usually in our bed, but also several times in the living room while obviously watching porn.

This day started with Val straightening things up. It was funny watching her race around like a cartoon. When she stripped off her clothes to take a shower, I slowed down to normal speed and enjoyed the show.

When she came out of the bathroom, she sat cross-legged on the bed and brushed her hair for a long time. Once it was glowing, she stood and crossed over to the mirror on the closet door and stood looking at herself, finally tying her hair back with a ribbon. It was also obvious she'd shaved her pubes in the shower. I was a little sore at that point because that meant that tonight would have been special since Val generally shaves herself when she's especially horny.




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 08



Putting on a short, green silk robe she looks especially good in, she disappeared into the bathroom again. When she came out, I got a very good image of her as she stopped in the centre of the room, looking at the bed. Eyes, lips, fingers and toes had all been given careful treatment, and she looked breathtaking.

Suddenly, I realized with a sinking heart, that when we'd passed earlier, she had been wearing almost no makeup.

Disappearing from the bedroom, she reappeared on the living room camera several minutes later, still in her robe, and carrying a wine bottle with 2 glasses. Pouring herself a glass, she tucked a leg under her and took a very big swallow. Within 5 minutes, she'd finished that glass and poured another.

My sandwich lay forgotten on the plate.

Eventually, the doorbell chimed and she went to answer it. Dave walked in and sat on the sofa. Val poured him some wine and sat down next to him, close but not too close, although the robe she was wearing was filmy enough to show everything she had.

Both seemed ill at ease as they sipped their wine and made small talk. Unfortunately, Val had put on some music and it obscured most of what they were saying.

Then Dave put down his glass and pulled Valerie against him. She offered no resistance as their lips met in a passionate kiss.

It didn't take long for my wife to slip the robe down her shoulders and Davey wasted no time in burying his face in her breasts as she lay back against some pillows. The expression on her face, which was turned to the camera, remained anxious until she eventually closed her eyes.

I sat there stunned. Was this the first time or one of many? Had they been keeping their trysts at Davey and Claire's apartment or in hotel rooms? I felt sick and angry at Val's betrayal of my trust.

At the same time, there was no denying my cock was getting painfully hard. If I divorced myself (ha!) from what was going on, that this was my wife playing around on me, there was no denying that the action was VERY hot.

Knowing Val as I did, it was obvious she was getting quite aroused. What Davey needed to do now was tease her a bit, hold her off and it would drive her crazy with lust. He simply slipped one hand down between them, obviously shoved a finger or two inside her.

Val's head went back and in a matter of moments, humping on Davey's fingers, she had her first orgasm, not one of her spectacular ones that she said left her with her eyes crossed, but a good one nonetheless.

"Get you clothes off!" she ordered Davey.

He made a big production of removing his flannel shirt, then shoes and socks and finally slipping down his jeans. The entire time Val looked at him in obvious hunger. His cock had escaped his briefs and lay up along his abdomen, reaching almost to his navel.

"Want to take these off yourself?" he asked.

Val, leaving her robe behind on the sofa, rose and came to her lover. Taking her time she lowered his briefs until he could step out of them.

"It's more magnificent than I remember," she said in a dreamy voice as she knelt in front of the monster. She kissed it, rather demurely at first, then with increasing passion.

She couldn't get much more than the head and a couple of inches in, no matter how gamely she tried and this clearly frustrated her.

Davey, on the other hand, was obviously in seventh heaven, urging her on to "Suck it, babe", "That's so damn good!" and "You're a great little cocksucker!"

Val ignored Dave's words, even though she abhors the term "cocksucker".

Pretty soon it was obvious from the movement of his hips that Davey was close to coming. Val held on and soon his butt cheeks tightened and she was swallowing frantically. She almost managed it all, with one small stream escaping from the corner of her mouth.

"My God!" she said as she pulled away. "What are you trying to do, drown me?"

"Hey, I've been saving it up for you, babe, ever since you called me last week."

Last week? Val had seemed a bit odd on Thursday and Friday, but I'd put that down to the end of her period. We'd made love on the weekend, not Monday, and on Tuesday and Wednesday, I'd gotten two of her fabulous deep throat blowjobs. She hadn't wanted me to do anything for her since she said she had a small sore. Hmmm...

"Let's not do anymore talking. Okay, Dave? I just want that big cock of yours." Val lay back on the floor, spreading her legs obscenely. "Here it is, big boy. Come and get it!"

Her juices were flowing like a river, but even so, she sucked in her breath when he shoved the first few inches in. In under a minute, the whole obscene sausage had disappeared inside my wife and she forced him to lay there while she luxuriated in the feeling of it.

Then using her hands on his waist she started moving him in and out, slowly at first, but with mounting passion. In short order, he was pounding her for all she was worth -- and Valerie was howling in her lust as she came over and over and over again.

Because he'd just come, Davey kept it up for quite a long time and they both grew quite vocal. He kept asking her how much she liked it. Eventually he said, "I bet you love this better than Mike."

Val's eyes flew open when she heard that. "Just shut up and fuck me with that monster! That's what I love. That's what I want! Make me cum again. Got that?"

Davey got the message and redoubled his efforts. Pretty soon his breath grew ragged, his groans deeper, and then his butt cheeks tightened as he jammed his cock to the hilt inside Val and came. She seemed to follow him immediately, probably from the sensation of him shooting inside her.

Dave rolled off and lay there puffing like a steam train. "Man, oh man, I could never bang Claire like that. I'd break the poor thing in half!"

Without a word, Val clapped her hand between her legs, rose and left the room.

They fucked twice more, once with Val on her knees and him behind, her hand back between her legs diddling herself, and once with her on top as I'd seen her do the first time she'd fucked him. Her pussy was red and swollen and they took it pretty easy. Val must have been sore by then.

When Davey finally left, it was only a half hour before I'd gotten home. Nothing was said as they parted and they only shared a short kiss. I hoped it was because of guilt at what they'd just done to two marriages.

With a shaking hand, I dialed Claire's number and fortunately didn't get Dave (out bowling).

"Hi Mike! Long time, no hear. What's up?"

"Can you meet me for lunch tomorrow? We have to talk."

"Where?"

"My place. There's something you have to see."

"That doesn't sound good."

"It isn't."

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"That son of a bitch!" Claire said, her cheeks as red as her hair. "I'm going to fix him good!"

We'd just finished watching the recording my wife and her husband has unwittingly made the afternoon before.

"So you're going to seek a divorce?" I asked.

"Divorce? I don't know. I'm just going to make damn sure I get even with him. That's first on the agenda. How about you?"

The previous evening, I'd pretended I was asleep at the computer when Val arrived back from work, and had camped out on the sofa in our den. She'd been sound asleep when I headed out early to work, leaving a note about a sudden breakfast meeting.

I shook my head sadly as I answered, "I just don't know. We've been together for so long, I can't picture myself without Val."

"But are you angry?"

"Certainly! She betrayed everything yesterday!"

Claire, oddly, grinned. "Then be like me: get even with her. Believe me, you'll feel a whole lot better. Once we're even, then we'll see where we want to go."

Even though I was heartsick, she'd gotten me curious. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

"Well, I've thought about this a lot over the past couple of months and kept very close tabs on Davey. I've made my plans. In the end, I may decide to kick his butt out, but I'm going to make sure he's aware that I know everything. And I also know where to kick him where it will really hurt. Now, here's my plan..."

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It took us over two weeks to pull everything together. Fortunately, for 10 days of that, Val's mother was visiting and that meant almost no sex since Val didn't feel comfortable making love when her mother was around. That suited me fine. She filled the space by giving me blowjobs. It was probably due to guilt, nothing more. I hardened my heart, but tried to appear normal outwardly. A few times I slipped and Val would look at me curiously, almost as if she were scared. She had every right to be.

Claire and I met twice more. She did all the planning (and it was a lot), and I did a bit of construction work in the basement.

At our last meeting, the day before "Revenge Day" as Claire called it, we reviewed everything.

"And you honestly think this might save our marriages?" I asked for about the 100th time.

"What harm can it do? We have to make them INCREDIBLY sorry they did what they did, and then we have to pound it home a dozen times over. Then we'll see where we stand." She laughed, something I couldn't do much anymore. "The only question in my mind has been you. Can you go through with this? Because if you can't, I'm going to have to get someone else to stand in for you, and that's going to leave you and Val with a big problem."

I sighed. "I'll do it, but for the record I think that this plan is nuts."

Claire mimed taking out a notebook and writing a check mark in it after shuffling through about ten pages. "Duly noted, sir, for the 200th time!"

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Finally "R Day", a Saturday, came around. Everything was ready at my end and a quick cell phone call from Claire assured me that she had her ducks in a row and we were only hours away.

Part One was to get out of the house in the late afternoon (easily done) but to be home in time to greet my wife as she got home from work. Claire had booked off "sick". She'd allowed for a half hour of slop in case her part went slowly. I'd already shown her how to handle things in the basement and allowed her to experiment on me. I have to admit that I was a little intimidated by the feelings that arose, and Claire made sure to tease me about it.

When I got home around 15 minutes before Val was due, I found Claire sitting on our sofa, looking cool, calm and very much in control, a glass of white wine in her hand.

"Hope you don't mind. This was in the fridge."

"Davey?"

"Ready and waiting," she laughed. "The big dope was incredibly easy to manipulate. All I had to do was show him that clip you gave me of Val on her machines and he was almost drooling. You males are all the same when your cocks get stiff. The rest of it was a little harder to convince him to go along with, but, you know, he wanted to see me on the toys. I also know that a bit of bondage turns him on. With a little pouting from me, he was putty in my hands. He still has no idea what the hell's going to happen."

"Neither do I."

"Relax, Mike," Claire purred, giving me a light kiss on the lips. "We can't make things worse than they already are, and there is a good chance that we'll make things a whole lot better. Just play your part as we discussed." She looked at her watch. "I better make myself scarce for awhile."

She picked up her wine glass and left the living room with an exaggerated wiggle of her delectable rear end. Despite myself, I felt a stirring in my groin.

I met Val at the door, something I'd done many times in the past, but never with so heavy a heart. By the end of the evening our marriage might be well beyond saving.

She gave me a quick kiss on my cheek as she came in. "Man, it's been a brutal day."

I went around behind her to ease off her overcoat, and dropping it to the floor, snapped handcuffs around her wrists before she knew what was happening.

"Mike," she said sharply, "I'm way too tired for this tonight. Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

I slipped the blindfold over her eyes. "No, Val. You've been a very bad girl and you're going to have to be punished."

Her whole body stiffened and I knew what was going through that pretty head: does he know? She began to struggle a bit at that point and I knew she'd be more than a little scared, but I hardened my heart and pulled the ball gag out of my pocket.

As she felt it press against her lips, she started to say, "No, Mike, please don't--," but that made it child's play to press the ball in. 

Now Valerie really began to struggle, and since she's in such good shape, I don't think I could have managed getting her down to the basement safely if Claire hadn't been on hand to help.

Claire appeared next to me and quickly had two velcro straps around Val's legs: one at the ankle and the other above her knees. Realizing that someone else was with me Val struggled even harder, trying to speak at the same time. I felt slightly nauseous as we laid her on the tiles of the foyer.

Claire looked down at my wife writhing on the floor uselessly. "That went well."

Val stopped struggling immediately and let out a stifled groan. NOW she knew for certain that the cat was out of the bag.

Claire bent down at Val's head and rubbed the back of her hand along my wife's soft cheek. "What you did, my dear, was very, very bad. You know that, don't you?"

Val nodded once and I felt certain that only her fear kept her from crying.

"You're going to have to be punished severely, as is my dope of a husband. Do you understand that?"

Another nod, more tentative.

"Good. Now we're going to stand you up and release your legs. You're not to move or we'll have to get rough. Remember that."

We got Valerie to her feet and Claire got busy stripping her. When we got to her top, Claire pulled out a pair of scissors and began to cut my wife's favorite top from her body. She struggled a bit at that, trying to say something around the plastic ball in her mouth. Claire slapped her face quite hard.

Standing on tiptoes, she snarled right into Val's ear, "Don't do that again!"

Now Val was crying as her friend went back to work. Cut up bra soon followed top on the floor. My wife was naked.

"Now, we're going to take you down to the basement. You're not to make a sound, no matter what happens -- or I'll do this."

Claire reached out and twisted one of Val's nipples very hard. Val gasped and tried to pull away. Claire simply held on tighter. Immediately, my wife got the message and stopped struggling. As we led her to the stairs, an arm on each elbow, she tried to walk with all the dignity she could muster, but you could tell her emotions were on a knife edge. I hardened my heart to carry on.

Down in the basement, a sight met my eyes that was almost comical. Claire had her 6-foot-plus husband nearly suspended by his wrists to the hooks I'd put into the ceiling joists. His legs were open, attached by ropes to two of the support pipes and he was almost on tiptoes. Over his head was a leather hood that ended at his nose and she'd put a ball gag in his mouth. She'd shaved all his body hair and written the word "ASSHOLE" across his chest in what I was sure was an indelible marker. His cock stood out at full erection, red and swollen because she'd put a cock ring at its base.

He must have begun struggling as he'd heard us come down the stairs and his erection was bobbing around like drunken conductor's baton. Claire grinned and pointed, her eyes on fire. She was really getting off on this.

We led Valerie over to the Sybian and strapped her tightly onto it with almost no resistance. She did squirm a bit when she felt the attachment that had been mounted. This was a new one Claire had suggested, consisting merely of a large ball about 3" in diameter called the "G Max". That girth would slip into very few women easily and Val was no exception. Applying some more lubricant to it, Claire simply pushed down on my wife's shoulders roughly until it popped in. Val let out another groan and slumped. Obviously, it hadn't felt good.

I'd also made an adjustment to the restraint set-up. This had Val tilted back more, so that her hips were forced up and her clit far away from any relief by the vibrations of the Sybian.

We were ready to begin our spouses' punishment.

Claire undid the cock ring from her husband and massaged his dick roughly. He grunted out something that sounded angry.

"Oh, dear! Little Davey is mad at me. Well, maybe this will help explain things. Dragging over a chair she'd obviously used earlier, Claire climbed up and removed the hood from her husband. His eyes widened as he saw me standing in front of him, hands on my hips and probably a pretty horrible expression on my face. I noticed the fear in his eyes with satisfaction. Then he realized that Valerie was next to him, equally trussed up. He tried to speak again. Val did the same when we removed her blindfold and she saw the situation she was in. If ever there were pleading eyes, it was hers. I looked away.

Claire was like a little commandant. From the flush of her face, I could tell she was REALLY getting off on this.

"Okay, gang. This is how it is. Unbeknownst to you last week, Mike had the living room bugged when you had your little get together."

She wheeled over our old TV set and put it right in front of them. Hitting the play button on the DVD player I'd attached, the record of what had happened began playing from the point where Dave had arrived.

Claire stood in front of both of them. "Mike and I are going upstairs and let you enjoy this in privacy. Oh, and think about what you've done to all of us while you're doing that, okay?"

We went upstairs and shut the door. I could only imagine what was going on in Valerie's mind. As for Dave, I didn't care. Both had obviously been pretty scared. Some of the things Claire planned to do to them left me distinctly uncomfortable regardless how angry I was at my wife. But I'd said I'd go along with it, so I was sort of boxed in.

The two of us sat in the living room sipping wine for about an hour, both on edge. The next few hours would tell.

When it was time to go back down, Claire swung over onto my lap, put her arms around my neck and her forehead against mine. "Now, Michael, you have to make this look good. Are you going to find that too difficult?"

She leaned forward pressing her breasts against me. With no bra and only a tee-shirt, her nipples felt like pencil erasers. "There is one part of this I've been looking forward to, Mike. Last time out I only got a small taste of that talented tongue of yours and I've been thinking about finally getting more of it. And your cock! I can't wait to feel more of that!" 

Her kiss was as brutal as it was passionate. My cock began to stiffen.

"Oh, Mike, you do care!" she said, letting loose a raucous laugh. "Haven't you thought about me at all the past few months?"

"Um, yes."

"Good! Now let's get to work."

She got off me, and in about 20 seconds had kicked off her shoes, wiggled out of her jeans (no undies) and shucked her tee-shirt. I went about disrobing a little more leisurely. As my boxers went down my legs, I flinched as Claire leaned in, grabbing my cock.

"Relax! I just want it to look good when we go back downstairs."

With a minute's work, she had it at almost full salute. Then she grabbed my neck and swung herself up, gripping my waist with her legs. My cock slid along her slit which was slick with love juices.

"Mmmm. That is so nice!" She dropped down again. "It's time we got this show on the road, though. Follow me!"

I did, and her tight, tight rear end held my eyes all the way down the stairs.

Davey's eyes bugged out even farther when he saw us. He struggled uselessly against his bonds and I sincerely hoped that Claire had done a good job fastening them.

Valerie was crying, tears running out of her eyes and her breath reduced to gasping. She probably thought everything was over -- as well it might be.




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 08



Knowing our jobs, Claire crouched in front of Dave and I pulled up chair in front of Valerie. Her eyes pleaded with me to remove the gag, but I didn't particularly want to hear what she would say, not yet, at least.

Claire pulled over a gym bag she'd brought with her and took out some thick lubricant, putting a generous amount on both hands. Then she began to stroke her husband's cock with the most lascivious full-length strokes, one hand then the other working his huge balls. He groaned around his gag and squeezed his eyes shut. I could imagine what it felt like.

At the same time, I started up the Sybian and now it was Val's turn for her eyes to bug out. This, I couldn't imagine what it felt like, but from Val's expression and the way her hips almost immediately started moving, I could get a good idea.

We could tell they were both puzzled wondering what the heck Claire and I were up to, but they got the general idea pretty quickly when we both cut them off short of their orgasms. Claire was particularly brutal the way she gripped the base of Davey's cock and pulled hard. You could see the tears in his eyes as he did his best to scream at her for forcing him forward on his tiptoes as she yanked. It must have hurt. Good!

Val tried hard to move her hips to get her clit in contact with the vibrating base of the Sybian attachment to no avail. I simply shut the unit down and left her hanging.

We did this for the next hour or more, bringing our spouses to the edge of blessed relief and then denying it to them at the last possible minute. Both of them were squirming with absolute frustration by the time we finished.

Dave was in a particularly bad way when Claire put the cock ring on him again. Then reaching into her bag, she took something out and walked behind him. With the remaining lubricant on her hand, she wiped barely enough on the top of an absolutely enormous butt plug and with a smack of her palm drove it right in.

He yowled and thrashed but she had him so well trussed up, he couldn't get any purchase with his feet and had to just take it. Tears streamed down his face from the pain.

Claire walked around to the front and stood in front of her husband, hands on hips. "I told you I'd make you suffer if I ever caught you messing around on me. That thing in your asshole is just a little reminder of what an asshole you've been. Are you sorry now?"

He nodded his head and tried to speak.

"Not anywhere near sorry enough to suit me!"

Valerie was looking up at me, her eyes pleading. The whole of her upper body was flushed from the agony she was in. I knew what it was like when I denied her an orgasm for too long. She'd told me that it's like her loins are burning up, itching uncontrollably, and she can't do anything about it. At this point she'd do almost anything for relief.

It wasn't coming soon.

Claire and I grabbed the sheet of plywood the Sybian was mounted on and slid Valerie over until she was facing Davey with a space of 6 or so feet between. Then we went into the laundry room and pulled out the thick air mattress I'd filled up earlier that day. This was put in the space on the floor.

Claire stood in front of Davey again. "Now you're going to have to watch your wife get laid by a man who knows something about lovemaking! You never bothered to learn much about it did you? You think that because you have a big cock that's the end of it. That's all that girls want. Well it isn't! I've wanted Mike ever since that first night, more than you can know, but I kept it together. I didn't go behind your back, and heaven knows that some nights when you rolled off me and just fell asleep, I was sorely tempted to give Mike a call. Now you'll just have to watch. Maybe you should take notes so that the next time, you won't leave some poor girl hanging like you did to me so often!"

Then it was my turn. I took a deep breath. "Val, I trusted you. Why didn't you just talk to me about this? Now, everything has been shattered between us and you cannot imagine the despair I'm feeling inside. One thing I do know is make you feel what I've been feeling the past two weeks. Maybe then you'll understand what you did to us!"

Before climbing off the chair, Claire whispered something into Davey's ear and he went absolutely berserk. He kicked and struggled so much I thought he might pull the house down on us. She gave a little laugh and planted a kiss on his nose.

Okay, now it was show time and I hoped that I could perform under this kind of pressure.

Claire walked into my arms and kissed me full on the mouth. She has a very active way of kissing, lots of lip and tongue movement, not the slow, smoldering kisses I used to get from my wife. These were fast, as if she was in a hurry, but they still packed a wallop. It was obvious she was into this, as well.

We stood there for a long time, kissing with our hands exploring each other's bodies. I loved her small, perky breasts and she loved having her nipples manhandled, so I did plenty of that. It didn't take her long to reach out for my cock and begin stroking it.

When I could, I stole quick glances at Val, who either seemed to be looking away or down at the ground. Davey, on the other hand, kept up a smoldering glare and I couldn't tell if it was directed at me, Claire or both of us. She'd assured me that he wouldn't cause any trouble but I couldn't be sure.

Pretty soon, Claire dropped to her knees and took my erection into her mouth, lubricating the tip with generous swipes of her tongue. Then she looked up at me and just slide down my length in one smooth stroke. It was a very familiar action.

"Did you tell Val how to do that?" I asked, stifling a groan.

Claire slide my cock out of her mouth. "Of course," she giggled. "Actually, I showed her how to do it one day using a banana."

I looked at Val who had squeezed her eyes shut. "Oh really..."

As she continued with the blowjob (better than Val could do), Claire started a running commentary between strokes. "You see, Davey. Having a giant cock isn't so great. I could never do something like this on you. Mmmmm. Doesn't it feel great, Mike?"

I was getting into it. "Absolutely. You suck cock better than anyone I've experienced, babe. You're the best."

Claire continued working me over, making it last over several minutes while she continued to berate her husband. Valerie continued to look away and tears were once again coursing down her face.

"I'm going to let Mike fuck my face now. Don't you wish you could do that, Davey? It feels so good and makes me so hot. I've missed it since I've been with you."

It took no more encouragement from her to do as she asked and it did indeed feel heavenly as her throat and tongue massaged my boner. In less than a minute I shot a load that made me feel as if I was turning inside out.

When it was over, Claire flopped onto her back and opened her legs. "Now I'm going to have Mike eat me, Davey. Valerie knows how good this is going to feel. Watch closely and see how a master does this. Too bad you'll never get a chance to try this on me, but that's 'cause you can't keep your dick out of places it shouldn't be."

Claire noticed that Val wasn't paying attention, so she reached over and grabbed up the Sybian's controls. "I'm going to switch this on low and make sure you get nice and worked up, Valerie, but you're not going to come. You don't deserve it!"

With that, Claire looked up at Davey, then at me. Her eyes were smoldering slits, her face and upper chest flushed. "Now give me some of that tongue!"

Her ripe scent was in my face and I lay down between her splayed legs. Within moments, I was lost in a sensual world. Knowing that what I was doing would help humiliate the man who had humiliated me, I worked Claire as best I knew how.

I must have teased her for half an hour, always bringing her close, but never closing the deal. I had her panting and thrusting, begging for me to make her cum and when I finally sucked her hard little clit into my mouth, she pumped and spasmed for a good minute, literally fucking my face as I stopped moving and let her take her pleasure on my tongue and lips. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever experienced.

After a few moments recovery, opening her eyes, Claire looked down at me and smiled. "Michael, that was amazing. You are the best! Thank you." She got to her knees and went over to her husband. Looking up at him, she taunted, "Did you like watching that Davey? Watching your wife cum at the hands of a real lover?" 

Claire took off the cock ring again, then pushed down on Dave's still rock-hard prick and let go, making it bounce up and down in a thoroughly degrading fashion.

"Do you know how many times I've faked orgasms so you'd stop pounding me? How many times I've had to masturbate after you've gone to sleep? When was the last time you asked me what I wanted, whether I was satisfied? Hmmm?"

Dave looked as if he was going to cry and turned his head away. I looked over at Valerie and she was rocking slowly on the Sybian, still crying, still obviously upset, but also definitely turned on. Her clit was fully erect and throbbing and protruded straight out from between her thin lips.

Claire noticed, too, turned down the controls a bit, then reached forward and flicked Val's clit with a whack of her index finger. Val yipped and writhed but didn't quite cum. She looked at me with pleading in her eyes as she tried to say something around the gag. I turned away so I wouldn't have to look.

Claire was on all fours in the center of the air mattress, her butt up in the air, wiggling it at me.

"C'mon over here, big boy. I need that luscious prick in my snatch right now!"

I needed no encouragement and mounted her quickly.

For the next hour or two, Claire and I fucked three times and I actually came twice more. By now I was pretty vocal, too, and we encouraged each other on.While Claire ragged continually on her husband, I was more restrained with what I said to Val. Still, I didn't hide that I was really enjoying this buoyant, enthusiastic young lover as she basically went nuts all over my prick. Finally, we crashed and burned, flopping exhausted to the mattress. Claire, whether by chance or design, lay with her legs thrown open in Dave's direction so he could see my semen flowing from her puffy, red slit.

We'd turned off the Sybian at some point and Val was again staring at the floor, eyes squeezed shut. Too bad she couldn't squeeze her ears shut, too...

Now was the moment of truth.

With a nod from me, Claire went first. Getting up on the chair next to Davey, she undid the ball gag and removed it.

He immediately started yelling. "For God's sake, Claire, release me! My whole goddammed body is aching! You better-"

She slammed the ball gag in again and fastened it. "Nope. This one's not ready yet."

Davey's eyes were blazing as he struggled, but his efforts were far weaker than before. When she got off the chair, Claire padded around behind him and pounded the base of the butt plug a few times for good measure. Her husband writhed and danced at the end of his endurance.

Then she sat down next to me as we faced my cheating wife. I took out the ball gag.

Valerie began sobbing uncontrollably and couldn't speak for several minutes. Finally, it all started spilling out.

"Oh, Mike, I am so, so sorry! There is NOTHING I can ever say that will ever take away the pain and sorrow I have caused you by my selfish actions. Please let me go. I promise I'll go upstairs, pack some things and you'll never have to see me again. You can keep everything. I deserve nothing!"

She put her head down and began sobbing again.

I put my hand under her chin and forced her head up. "Why did you do it?"

"I don't know!" she wailed. "I was looking for something, I guess. I was insane. I took leave of my senses. I knew it was wrong! I hated myself the whole time I was doing it! I just couldn't stop!"

Her nose was running, so I took my undershirt and wiped it, also drying her eyes. She looked at me intensely.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked quietly, carefully keeping emotion out of my voice.

"How would you expect me to tell you I wanted another man because his penis was bigger than yours? I know you won't believe it anymore but I love YOU! You were my best friend, my solid foundation, my lover, the father of my two children and now I've thrown it all away, and for what? A few moments with a big cock! Oh God, what a fool I am!" She looked up at me. "Michael, please let me go now. I have to leave. I can't bear to watch the hurt in your eyes anymore! I can't bear it..." Valerie put her head down and began sobbing harder than ever.

I looked over at Claire and she was obviously moved by what she'd heard. She motioned for me to follow her upstairs.

In the kitchen, she turned to me. "I think your wife has gotten the message. What are you going to do?"

I turned and looked out the window at the backyard pool where this whole sordid mess had gotten started.

Without turning back, I began to speak. "I've watched that tape at least a dozen times. I do believe what Valerie said. She was in lust over Davey's cock. There is nothing more than that on the tape. She comes off as not even liking him much. That doesn't excuse what she did, not by a long shot, but I think it is a true explanation."

Claire came and stood next to me, putting her arm around my waist. "Do you want my opinion?"

"Yes, please."

"I'd give her another chance, BUT I would still certainly make her earn it. You can't go through the rest of your time together always worrying about what she's doing when you're not around. That trust is going to be a long time getting rebuilt."

"You think we should follow through with the last part of your plan?"

"Absolutely."

"What about you?"

Claire smiled grimly. "Let's see if Davey has learned any sense in the last 20 minutes."

"By the way, what did you whisper to him earlier that made him go so nuts?"

Now Claire's smile was pure evil. "I told him once I was done here today, I just might go over and fuck Ralph."

"Who's Ralph?"

"Just the person Davey hates more than anyone on earth. He's been trying to get in my pants ever since high school."

We trooped down to the cellar. On the way, Claire reached back and tweaked my cock and winked over her shoulder. Davey was a complete fool if he let her slip away.

She got back up on the chair and once again removed his gag. No response this time. He looked down at the floor.

Claire got down and planted herself in front of him. His size dwarfed her, but you could tell who was in control now.

"Tell me why I shouldn't boot your ass out the door!"

Davey was crying now, whether from pain, humiliation or because things were finally sinking in. His answer came out in a whisper. "Because I love you..."

"Well you certainly haven't demonstrated much of THAT lately!" she shouted. "You go bowling with your friends, golfing, hunting, out drinking, and what am I doing? I'm sitting at home being a good girl. I'm thinking that I'M doing something wrong and that's why you're going out all the time! Isn't that sick? I'll admit now that we didn't handle things right with Val and Mike. That was partially my fault. But don't you think it's about time I got something out of this marriage?"

"Yes..."

"Well, if we're going to stay together, things are going to have to change! I'm not going to be a total bitch and deny you everything, but you're going to goddam well give me my share of your time, or I swear to God, the next thing you'll see is a video of Ralph fucking me and I'll also show it to your goddam buddies, too! You got that?"

"Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes...ma'am."

"Will you do anything to stay with me?"

Davey finally looked up and you could see the worry in his eyes. This was his make or break point. When he found out what it was going to be, he might just decide to take the easier way.

"What is that?" he asked warily.

Claire went over to the gym bag and pulled out two things. She handed one to me. We'd agreed beforehand that if one used these, both had to.

In her had Claire held a contraption made out of clear plastic.

"What's that?" Dave asked.

"It's a chastity device. I lock it on you and you have to wear it until I say it comes off. If I want you to put it on again, then you do. No arguing. That's the deal. Take it or leave it!"

"But what will the guys say?"

"Nothing unless you show it to them."

"But what about the gym?"

"Guess you can't shower at the gym anymore."

"So how long would I have to wear it?"

"That depends. I'll let you know."

Val saw the metal and chain contraption in my hand. "And is that a chastity belt?"

"Yes."

"And you want me to wear that?"

I nodded. "It will help me trust you again."

"I agree."

Claire winked at me as she turned back to Davey. "And how about you, you big lummox?"

"There's no other way?"

"Ab-so-lutely not!"

He squeezed his eyes shut. "Okay. I'll do it. I don't want to lose you. Please let me down now!"

As Claire got to work on Davey, I started to undo Val's restraints.

"My legs went numb quite awhile ago," she said. "I don't think I can get off without help."

I did have to help her off and the G Max attachment pulled out of her with an obscene plop. Picking her up, I carried her to our bedroom and massaged her legs until they began to tingle. She'd have to ride out that storm on her own.

In the basement, Dave was pulling on his pants. He turned his back as I came down.

"Everything all right?" I asked Claire.

"It fit perfectly. Studly here ain't going to be fucking anyone now without me knowing. One false move, and it's all over. He knows that."

"You leaving?"

"Yeah, it's pretty late. I'll call you on the drive home, though, there's one last thing you need to know."

"Okay." I looked down at her. "Thanks for all your help."

Claire pulled herself against me, wrapping one leg around mine and humping gently against it as she kissed me, her mouth sucking on my tongue, then she whispered in my ear, "Believe me, the pleasure was very much mine!"

I locked up after Claire and Davey and then went to the bedroom. Val was still laying there. Her eyes were very big as she looked up at me.

"I thought you'd be in the shower," I said.

"I want you to put that thing on me so you'll be sure."

"I was going to let you cum once before it's locked on."

"No," she said firmly. "I don't deserve it."

"What about when you get into one of your unbelievably horny moods?"

Val smiled. "Tough. I'll have to get used to disappointment."

It took only a few moments to get the chastity belt on and adjusted correctly. With Claire's help, we'd actually gotten all the measurements correct. It was snug around Val's crotch and she'd be able to use the bathroom with it on. It actually looked rather stylish and I loved how the two chains in the back framed and accentuated her bum.

Val had tears on her cheeks again. "Thank you, Mike, for not giving up. I don't deserve this chance, and believe me, I know it. I swear I won't let you down!"

I swatted her rear end towards the bathroom. "Not with that thing on, you won't!"

She turned and smiled at me. "I love you."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

One year later...

A lot has happened. Claire told me when she phoned that night that she'd used some high-end cameras she'd borrowed from her dad to film the entire episode that afternoon. The quality was really quite amazing. Claire's ulterior motive was to also let Davey know that there was a record of his humiliation she could show anyone at any time.

We asked our spouses separately how many times they'd met. Both came back with twice: once at the apartment and once at our house. Claire and I decided that Val and Davey would have to wear their chastity devices for two months of atonement.




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 08



During that time, Claire made sure Davey learned how to deliver oral sex like a pro and she loved watching him wince whenever he got an erection. She made sure that was often. She really gets off on being a bit of a Domme.

Valerie made sure I didn't suffer for the two months, but even when I offered to let her out, she steadfastly refused. Anytime she was out of the belt, she insisted that I be around, so I could be certain she didn't masturbate. That made things difficult at certain times of the month, but she wouldn't back down.

On the two-month anniversary, we made a big night of it: dinner out, a walk down by the water, and then when we got home, what Val called her "grand opening".

That night, all the frustration of the two months came out in a rush. Valerie was ferocious, demanding, insatiable, and she damn near killed me before we finished with the dawn showing through our windows. I woke up near noon to find her once again between my legs fondling herself and my cock.

"I want one more round."

"Before what?"

"Before you lock me back in again."

"You don't have to wear it anymore."

"Yes, I do. I'm no where near done atoning yet. Would you now trust me anywhere at any time?"

"Well, put that way..."

"My point exactly," she said firmly. "I don't want you to have to worry." Then she grinned. "Besides, I'll let you know when I can't take it any more."

"You mean like last night?"

She smiled wickedly. "That was just a warning shot across your bow, sailor!"

Things for Claire and Dave have not gone as well. They may make it; they may not. Dave doesn't like not being the one in control. The size of his cock is also a big problem. He can't bang away with abandon on Claire. She's just too small. Go figure.

Lately Claire's been making noises about a return engagement and Val's made it clear she wouldn't stand in the way. "I had two. How can I say no to you? Besides, you would both tell me."

Claire's been over a lot lately, her friendship with Val (who thanks her almost daily for coming up with her plan) is once again solid. Claire takes advantage of being around me to wear the most outrageous short shorts, tight jeans and has made sure I've caught her naked several times. She is so different from Valerie but no less enticing.

And she knows it.



Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 09



Val got home from work that night and looked completely done in. I found out her fatigue had a far deeper cause than that.

"Well, I had a feeling it would happen," she said as she flopped down next to me on the sofa, putting her feet up on the coffee table after kicking off her shoes.

My brain was someplace else. "What?"

"Claire and Dave have split up. She came into the store just before we closed to tell me."

"That's too bad."

My wife just shook her head. "The idiot didn't realize what he had. He just wants someone he can ride roughshod over." Val sighed heavily. "She thought she could change him."

"So what caused it?"

"He started messing around with the waitress down at the bar he and "his boys" frequent. Poor Claire only found out when one of the "boys" came on to her, figuring that Davey's attention was elsewhere."

"What's Claire going to do now?"

Val looked over at me with an expression that made me know I wasn't going to like what was coming next. "I suggested that she could stay here until she finds her own place. We have two spare bedrooms now that the kids are gone." She looked at me again. "Is that all right with you?"

I wasn't sure. Things between Val and me were still a little strange. It had been over five months since Claire and I had caught our spouses doing the nasty behind our backs. To get their attention, we'd "punished" them thoroughly. It was childish in many ways perhaps, but it helped Claire and me get over the hurt and seemingly got us all back to square one.

Val being Val, had felt her punishment hadn't been severe enough and continued to insist she keep wearing the chastity belt I'd fitted her with. No matter how much I insisted we didn't need to continue with this, Val, with an expression that told me not to argue, would, if it was off at the time, simply slip it back on and snick the lock shut.

Once a month, when she was mid-cycle and at her horniest, she'd ask me to remove off, and then she'd just go ape on me for a whole night, until I sometimes felt she might actually fuck me to death. When I couldn't keep up, out would come her dildos and she'd fuck herself silly with those, or we'd go downstairs and she'd make me lock her onto our Sybian machine, turn off the light and go upstairs. One time she rode it for over an hour before calling for me to turn it off.

In between, Valerie made sure I didn't suffer, giving me increasingly mind-blowing oral whenever I asked -- often when I didn't.

All of this wasn't normal, though, and we both knew it. Valerie couldn't go on punishing herself like this. Those monthly fuckathons were frightening too. It was as if her libido pushed her and pushed her until she just exploded into a sexual frenzy. I often wondered what would happen if I weren't around to service her when the moment arrived.

This was all troubling, but what had me apprehensive now would be having Claire, Val's foxy, redheaded friend around. Now SHE was a handful. More than once she'd pranced naked around our house after swimming and she knew the effect it had on me. The worst part was, Val felt I was still owed a romp with someone (meaning Claire, I guess) because she'd cheated with Davey twice. I just wanted to put the whole thing behind us.

"How long does she expect to be here?" I asked.

Val shrugged. "A few days. Even though she's not surprised by this turn of events, Claire's still pretty broken up about it. What she needs right now are good friends to be around."

I already knew that Claire's family was across the country and that she wouldn't want to turn to them even if they were next door, so it did seem the most sensible solution to invite her to stay with us.

I looked at Val. "Are you okay with this?"

She shrugged again. "I know where Claire is coming from. Our friendship is stronger than ever, even after what happened. So is it okay with you?"

I nodded. "Sure."

Val whipped her cell phone out of her purse, punched a few buttons and said, "C'mon in!"

"You had her out in the driveway all this time?"

"We didn't want to just dump this on your lap and make it impossible for you to say no if you didn't want her here. She insisted."

Claire had her small car stuffed with all manner of things, not wanting to leave anything of value with her husband.

"The way he went on, you'd think I'd done something wrong!" Tears started coursing down her face. "He said some really, really nasty things to me."

Val and I both wound up hugging the distressed girl and told her that everything Dave had said could not possibly be true, the usual sort of thing you'd say in hopes that it will do some good.

The next day was Saturday and Val was opening the store, so she was out of bed without even waking me up. About 10:00, I could smell coffee, so I threw on a robe and headed for the kitchen.

Claire, dressed in an ankle-length flannel nightgown was sitting, feet up on the chair, hugging her knees and looking very much like a forlorn little girl -- which I suppose she was.

I got some coffee and sat down opposite. "How do you feel?"

"Like someone just kicked me in the stomach."

"Is this completely the end, or do you think something like counselling might help?

She sighed heavily and shook her head. "It's beyond redemption I think. After what he said last night, I don't think Davey has any feelings for me whatsoever. He can have Miss Bimbo from the Bar and bang her every which way from Sunday for all I care." She looked up with moist eyes. "You know what he actually said to me? He said I wasn't woman enough to take all of his cock and SHE was!"

"And do you believe that?"

"Of course I don't, but it still hurt like hell! Cock and cunt size has nothing to do with anything but fit. There was a time when Davey couldn't get enough of me. I think what started him down the road to where we are now was watching you and me get it on, to see how much I enjoyed it and how you could do things to me that he couldn't. He thinks everything starts and finishes with the size of his pecker! Damn fool never did learn how to eat a pussy properly."

Despite my best intentions, I felt my own pecker stiffening under my robe.

Claire was a very beautiful young woman with her shock of copper hair and those green eyes and that lithe, little body so different from Val's more stately curves and size. I'd have to watch myself very carefully around her.

I made myself scarce the rest of that day in order to not tempt fate. Claire, on the rebound, might try something we'd both regret. When I got home from my errands, I found Val and Claire sitting in the living room with a pretty well empty bottle of white wine on the table. Claire looked better and was laughing at something. Of course, Claire looking better was not necessarily a good thing for me. Tight jeans and a cropped tee-shirt with no bra holding her little boobs is pretty attention-getting. Then she caught me looking pretty early on. A quick little lift of her eyebrow was her only response, but it said a lot.

That night in bed, Val gave me one of her best blowjobs yet, but she wouldn't let me take off that damned chastity belt. For the first time, I felt like overpowering her, removing it and then stepping on it until it was unrepairable. Actually, I'd threatened that once before and she'd just shrugged and told me she'd order another.

"Val, this just isn't normal! Can't you see that?"

"I'm well aware of that!" she snapped. "But it's become like a security blanket. I know that if I'm wearing it, I won't get out of control."

"You've said that plenty of times, but what does it mean: out of control?"

Valerie was silent for several minutes. I'd given up on getting an answer when she began to speak. "Both times I was with Davey and you weren't there -- also the time with Robby for that matter -- I got to a point where I would have done anything."

"What do you mean 'anything'?"

"All I wanted to do was fuck. I wanted cock, big cock and I wanted lots of it. The first time Davey and I did it three times before he pooped out and all it did was leave me frustrated. I came home and masturbated with my big dildo to three MORE orgasms! I'd call that out of control, wouldn't you?"

"Why haven't you told me before?"

"Believe me, I've been wrestling with it." She turned away from me. "The hardest thing for me that day in the basement was the look in your eyes. I saw it too the first time I screwed Davey in our living room. Yes, you were excited and all, but your eyes gave you away. Part of you was enjoying what was happening but part of you certainly wasn't."

"I was cool with it. I've told you that many times. True, I wasn't cool with you and Davey sneaking around, but that first time I was fine. Honestly."

Valerie shook her head. "Look deep inside yourself, Michael, and you'll find you weren't. I'd stake my life on it. It was there in your eyes."

I didn't get much sleep that night as I tossed over Val's words. About 3:00 a.m., I had to admit that she was right. I could give her everything she'd ever want, everything except a really large cock. Normally, Val would be satisfied with that, but there were times when her "urge" came over her and I knew she needed something else. Dildoes only went part way.

So were we supposed to end up our lives with her wearing a metal cage in case her "urge" overcame her? It was nuts, but I knew the iron will of the woman I married. She thought this was the answer. Something would have to change her mind.

On Monday, I had to go out of town for two days on business. The first night, I got a call from Claire at my hotel. "Got a minute, Mike?"

"Sure. What's up?"

"It's about Val."

I must admit that my heart did a flip flop. This was almost the exact same beginning to another conversation Claire and I had when she told me she suspected my wife was stepping out on me with her husband.

Claire read my silence perfectly. "Relax. It's not anything like that. I just thought you should know that I caught Val doing the laundry this morning." 

I was completely lost. "What's so special about that?"

Claire giggled. "It was the way she was doing laundry, actually, not to make too fine a point of it, she was using it to masturbate. The racket woke me up. She thought I'd gone off to work. She never let me know she was still wearing that chastity belt."

"Wait a minute. I feel as if I'm getting this story in disjointed parts. Could you start at the beginning?"

"Sure. I woke up hearing this thud, thud coming from the basement. I went downstairs and could see Val in the laundry with her legs pressed up against the washer while it was on the spin cycle. You could hear how uneven the clothes inside were and the whole machine was shaking. She had one of the front corners pressed against her crotch and she was holding on for dear life.

"It was really weird. Val was completely zoned out and she had like three huge orgasms before the machine stopped spinning. She stood there breathing hard and pulling on her nipples for a couple of minutes, humping the machine as she calmed down, so I made a quick exit. It wasn't hard to tell that she wouldn't want to be caught doing this."

I did a quick mental calculation. Val was about in the middle of her cycle, her horniest time of the month -- and I wasn't there to service her.

"So how come Val's still wearing the chastity belt?" Claire asked.

"That's her decision and you'll have to ask her why. I just can't reason with her about this."

"Weird..."

"Look, Claire, I need you to do something for me."

"What? Name it!"

"In the back of the middle drawer of my desk is a leather covered box. One of the things inside is a small key. That unlocks the chastity belt. I want you to give it to Val and tell her I said to take care of herself. Whether she wants to tell you what all this means or not is up to her."

"Let me get this straight: she WANTS to wear the chastity belt?"

"Something like that. Will you do that for me?"

I could hear Claire's shrug in her answer, "Sure."

"One other thing, if she wants to use the Sybian or the Rider, here's where the keys are for those..."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The phone woke me out of a deep sleep at 7:30 the next morning.

"Michael?" Claire said. "Sorry to wake you up. I wanted to speak to you before you headed off this morning."

I saw no reason to beat around the bush. "How did everything go?"

Claire giggled. "Your wife is still in bed, sleeping the sleep of the well-satisfied."

"Thanks for helping out," I said rather lamely.

"Oh, believe me, it was MY pleasure!"

The way Claire said it, I knew she wanted to tell me more, so I pulled myself up to a sitting posture and shifted a couple of pillows behind me. "I'm all ears."

"Maybe I shouldn't tell you this now," she giggled again. "I wouldn't want to get you all horny and everything with no one there to ease your distress."

"Don't play around. Just tell me what happened!"

"Well, Val once showed me all the restraints you guys have, and you know what a little domme I can be, so I'm afraid I jumped her as she was coming out of the shower after work last night. I had those cuffs on her before she knew what was happening. I think it freaked her out a little. She kept saying, 'What are you doing? Why are you doing this to me?'

"Anyway, she knew the jig was up when I told her what I'd seen that morning and how incredibly naughty she'd been. It really embarrassed her because she began to whimper and stutter until I told her she was going to have to be punished.

"By that time, I had her out in your bedroom with some more restraints already attached to the bed. It didn't take me long to push her down and fasten her up, and when I got done, she could barely wiggle a toe."

"Was she turned on?"

"You bet! Her whole upper body was flushed, her aureoles puffy and distended and her nips could have cut glass. She just lay there panting and looking up at me with big eyes. I had the chastity belt off and her positioned with her legs pulled back and open and you could see all the way to China. Then I pulled out my little toys."

"What were those?"

"I have a clit pump."

"A what?"

"A clit pump. You use it to make your clit swollen and more sensitive. It's like those cock pumps, but small for a clit. Don't worry, Val didn't know what it was, either. She does now, though!

"So I lubed up her bud -- which was already quite swollen by itself -- slipped the tube over it and pumped her up. You should have seen the expression on her face!

"She looked down between her legs to watch her clit start to stretch out. After about 15 minutes, I swear it was 2 inches long and filled the width of the tube. Val was going nuts, but that was nothing compared to her response when I removed the pump's hose and started flicking the tube with my fingers.

"I told her she didn't deserve to have an orgasm because she'd been so naughty. I'm afraid I was really quite cruel and kept her on the edge for a good hour. Then I removed the tube to let her rest.

"While that was going on, I got her dildoes out of the closet and you should have seen the juice! Man, she was READY; she was BEGGING for it, but I had other plans. I pumped her clit and got it nice a big again, then I rammed Val's biggest dildo home. She took it all like a trooper. I thought her pussy was gonna suck it right out of my hand!"

I was lying on that hotel room bed with the biggest, stiffest hard-on of my life. The way Claire was describing it, I could see everything. I could almost smell my wife's arousal.

"Mike? You still with me?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm still here."

"Am I giving you a stiffy?"

"Um, yeah."

"A very good one?"

"You could say that."

Claire's voice got very soft. "That's what I was hoping. Do you want me to continue, or do you want to make yourself cum?"

She had me completely under her power, but I had enough sense to ask, "Are you naked, too?"

"You bet I am! And I'm working over my pussy big time. Do you want to cum with me?"

"No. I'd rather wait a bit."

"Well, I can't, so you'll have to excuse me for a few moments."

Claire put the phone down, but it must have been between her open legs because squishing sounds were loud and clear, leaving no doubt what she was doing. Then in the back ground I heard her grunting and gasping as her orgasm swept over her. When she picked up the phone again, she was breathing hard.

"Mmmm. That was VERY nice!"

My cock was deep red and throbbing with my heartbeat. Claire was doing a very thorough job on my head.

"Now where was I?"

"You had Valerie pumped up again with a dildo inside her."

"Right. She was going nuts, Mike. As I started fucking her with the dildo, nice looong strokes, I began pulling on the tube, flicking it and bringing her right to the edge. Then I'd stop."

"That isn't very nice," I said sort of playfully, but I also meant it.

"Who said I'm nice? I'm a very bad girl. Like now. I bet your cock is really, really hard. You want to cum, don't you, Mike? But you also want to wait until the end of the story. Am I right? I know I'm right."

I didn't need to respond.

"I brought poor Val close for about the sixth time and I really had her begging for me to put her out of her misery when I got a very naughty idea."

I swallowed, my hand reaching for my cock. "And what was that?"

"I used the quick release on the clit tube, scooped up a bit of Val's lubrication and proceeded to jerk her off!"

"What?"

"Well, her clit reminded me so much of a little cock that I thought it might be fun to jerk her off. It was quite a rush sliding my index finger and thumb up and down, watching what it did to her. Man, between that and the dildo in her pussy, she just about pulled the bed apart when she came! She screamed and started shaking all over and her eyes even rolled up into her head." Claire giggled once again. "For a moment I thought I'd gone too far."

"Is she all right?"

"More than all right, I'd say. Val said it was her biggest orgasm ever. She came for about two minutes until she begged me to stop. I think she would have gone right on cumming for an hour if I'd been at my cruelest. You do know she squirts?"

I anwered dryly, "I was aware of it."

"Not like this you aren't. She sprayed all over the place! I was soaked, the bed, everything! It was a mess. I felt sorry for her, so I undid the restraints and she just lay there trembling. I had to help her into the bathroom. She could hardly walk, her legs were so wobbily. After that, she crawled off to your son's old room and I found her in there later, fast asleep on top of the covers, a big smile on her face. I'd say I was successful, wouldn't you?" Claire was silent for a moment. "You came too, didn't you?"

"You already know the answer to that."

"Well, chalk another one up for the good guys! See you later, Michael. Hope you don't have too HARD a day."

And with that, the little minx hung up, leaving me lying there with a rapidly shrinking dick and more cum than I'd produced in years all over me.

What had I unleashed?

-=-=-=-=-=-

Instead of waiting around for a Wednesday morning flight, I managed to grab the last plane out, but that meant I got to our airport well after midnight. Val was there waiting, looking like a million bucks in tight jeans, boots and with her long coat open, revealing a very tight sweater. I noticed with satisfaction how many guys were turning for second and even third looks.

When she saw me, Valerie raced into my arms and gave me a take-no-prisoners kiss that left me with a rapidly expanding cock. This public a display was very much out of character for her.

She giggled as I put her down, knowing what she'd caused. "That's a small payback for what you put me through last night." When I tried to feign ignorance, she grabbed my chin forcing me to look at her. "That just won't do, sir! Claire confessed everything this morning."




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 09



"I just told her to unlock you and you'd take care of yourself!"

"As if! You know what she's like."

We walked to the car arm in arm, bumping hips like a couple of giggly school kids, as we discussed my trip. Once in the car, Val became quieter.

As I drove the empty freeway, I said to Val, "Penny for your thoughts, love."

She hesitated for a moment, then answered, "I was just wondering what your feelings were about what happened."

"You mean what she did to you or the fact that it was Claire doing it?"

"Well, both."

"I HAD been thinking that you would have found it weird having another woman doing those sorts of things to you."

"It was, not that there was much I could do about it at the time," Val grinned, but it was uneasy. "You don't think any, um, less of me, do you? I mean, your wife with another woman. It WAS a little bit freaked out."

Ah, the crux of the matter. "Did you enjoy it?"

Val looked down at her lap. "Very much. I've never had an orgasm like that."

"Well, there you have it. If you enjoyed it, and I certainly didn't mind when I heard about it, then there's no harm, no foul."

After that, Valerie told me her side of what happened. Claire had neglected to mention that she'd been dressed in black leather and had acted quite the domme. "She made me beg. I was almost crying for release by the end. That girl had me so wound up I would have done anything for an orgasm. I should feel horribly embarrassed by what happened, that Claire should have seen me like that, but well, we talked a lot before she left for work this afternoon."

"I noticed when I touched your waist while we were walking to the car that you aren't wearing the chastity belt."

"Claire finally got me to see how silly I was being. I don't have to always be so frightened of my sexuality. Even after all this time it still feels wrong, somehow, like I shouldn't be enjoying things like...well, what happened last night. It's still going to take time, but last night was liberating." Val grinned over at me and pulled the side of her jeans down a bit. "I'm not wearing any underwear, either." Her hand snaked out to my stiffening cock. "And I want this thing all the way up inside me as soon as we get home."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Claire got herself an apartment about a week later and we helped her move in. Much as I liked having her around, it was good that she was gone. I knew Val wouldn't have minded if we'd fooled around, but I didn't think it would be a good idea.

Val had good days and bad. The good days, she fucked me to exhaustion, the bad she suffered her usual guilt pangs wanted nothing to do with sex. 

I took a page from Claire's book and every now and then would tie Val down, pump up her clit (we'd gotten an outfit of our own) and jerk or suck her off to one explosive orgasm after another. Or I'd pump her clit, then fasten her to the Sybian where it would bounce helplessly on the vibrating pad. She'd go wild as long as the vibrations weren't too intense. The best though was when I'd pump it and then grind into her as we were fucking. She'd cum in clusters and it was quite a rush to feel her hard clit pushing into me as I pushed forward.

Valerie had been promoted and was now the manager of the store. I was so pleased for her because she'd worked hard and would make a terrific manager. However, part of her new duties was to attend the yearly sales meeting all the way across the country. She'd be gone the better part of a week. She was really anxious for me to go along, but I was just too busy with a couple of big contracts to be able to afford the time.

I suspected why she was anxious: looking the way she did, everybody would be hitting on her. Since I'd been to these sorts of events before, I knew what shannigans even respectable people got up to.

"Look, Val, I trust you," I said the night before she left. "You're not one of those people who flirts uncontrollably and I notice you've packed clothes that make you look as dowdy as possible. You'll be okay."

"I guess I should look on this as sort of a test."

I nodded. "If you want. You can call me every night and I'll talk to you as long as you want. You've always got the excuse that you have to talk to me. That can get you out of most 'situations'. Tell any guys who bother you that I have a large gun collection!"

Val smiled and looked happier.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

I was very uneasy as I boarded the plane. Claire and Mike had both tried to talk me out of feeling that way, but from completely different angles. Mike, as usual, said comforting words, and Claire was like my evil twin: "If you meet someone you want to take to bed, let me know and I'll go over and seduce Mike for you!"

The company had us put up in a Marriott right near corporate headquarters. They go in for that "team building" garbage a lot, so I had to put up with a first day of stupid "getting to know you games". Since I was a brand new manager, I made sure I played the game, regardless of how silly some of the activites seemed.

Most of the people were nice enough, a few of the guys were obviously on the prowl for willing females, and a number of the women were shamelessly responsive. Being probably the oldest among the managers, I really felt like a fish out of water, but that was all right with me. Dress frumpy and seem old was a good way to keep myself out of trouble!

One of the district managers did catch my eye, though. He was about Mike's height and build but where my Mike was dark-haired, Steve was blond. We got matched up for a game or two and he made some idle chit chat, asking me a bit about myself rather than spouting off about what he was all about. I did find out that he was divorced, had a daughter whom he adored and didn't get to see often enough, and I just generally found him to be a very nice guy. There was obviously no subtext to his friendliness, so I relaxed a bit and found I was enjoying talking to him.

I'd dressed that morning in a rather long dress and had my hair pinned up. In order to complete my librarian's attire, I wore my reading glasses most of the day. Some of the younger women would shake their heads when they looked at me, pity in their eyes. It was clear they felt sorry for me.

That evening, after a buffet dinner the company had brought in, I made my excuses and headed for my room as quickly as I dared. I didn't want to appear that I wasn't a good "team member"! Everyone was heading off to the hotel bar and no one asked me to join them -- except Steve.

"What are you going to do, sit in your room and watch TV all night?" he asked with a warm smile. "Come on, it's only 7:30!"

"I promised my husband I'd call, and besides, I'm the oldest one here. I've heard what a couple of those young tarts call me. No one wants to hang around with the 'old lady.'"

Steve looked at me unblinkingly. "I do."

That sort of threw me for a loop, and I blurted out, "Why?"

He reached out and touched my arm. "Because I think in your case, still water run deep."

I pulled away as if I'd received an electric shock. Actually, his touch DID send a charge through me. "I really have to be going."

He was still standing in the middle of the lobby staring at me as the elevator doors closed.

I leaned against the back of the elevator, feeling out of breath and uneasy. Why was Steve interested in me with all these young hotties running around who were obviously ready to indulge in some fooling around, whether married or not?

I went back to my room and took a cold shower, very unhappy that I was away from home and had to deal with a runaway libido despite my best efforts.

I called home and made idle chatter with my ever loving husband, and I don't think I ever meant it more when I told him how much I wished he'd been able to come. He teased me a bit about "cramping your style with all those young men around".

For some reason that set me off. Perhaps I was disgusted with how close he'd hit to home. There was no doubt that Steve had me hot and bothered -- without having done anything overt! I'd felt a wave of shame when I'd been getting undressed for the shower and realized how soaked my panties were.

Anyway, I told Mike rather harshly that I wasn't on the lookout for anything like that. Did he think I'd step out on him the moment I left home? What kind of person did he think I was? Blah, blah, blah. Even to my ears it sounded like a lady protesting too much.

"I didn't mean to insinuate anything of the kind, Val! Give me a break here. I was just teasing, that's all. I know what a guy magnet you can be even though you're totally oblivious to it. I also know what these sorts of shindigs are like. I was on quite a few myself when we were first married."

Suddenly, something dawned on me. "You never fooled around on me, did you?"

"Absolutely not! But if you were to ask me if I ever oogled the ladies and engaged in a little fantasizing about them, you might not get the same answer. But rest easy, my little Valerie, I always managed to rein in my hormones."

I felt better. "I wish you were here so I could help unleash them..."

"Oh wouldn't that be nice. Are you feeling a little horny yourself?"

"Well...yes."

Mike's voice got quiet. "Then why don't you do something about it?"

"I, um, might after we say goodnight."

The line was quiet for a moment before Mike said, "Why not do it before we hang up?"

"You mean do it while you listen? Michael! I couldn't!"

"Why not?"

"It would be just too weird! What if somebody overheard me?"

"Nobody is going to overhear you -- unless you get really loud," Mike replied with a bit of a laugh.

"Don't tease me!"

"Come on, Val. I'm your husband. You just told me that you wished I was there so you could unleash my hormones."

Suddenly something occurred to me. "Michael Brown, do you have all your clothes on?"

Again his quiet voice, so seductive, so sensual. "I did when you first called. Right now, I'm naked, lying on our bed and I'm thinking about you on the other side of the country, in a hotel and all on your own. Your breasts have that delicious, cone shaped swelling just below your nipples, and they're hard and ready to be sucked."

My heart was pounding as I lay back across the bed and opened the white terry cloth hotel robe.

"Are you naked too, Val?"

I swallowed and whispered, "Yes."

"Mmmm. I can imagine what you look like, those long, long legs, your hair fanned out around your head and that slim waist you're always working so hard to keep. Do you know that your ass looks better than the day I first saw you?"

That brought on a smile. "It does?"

"Oh, yes! Do you know how many men turn around after passing you -- especially when you have on a tight pair of jeans like the ones you were wearing when I took you to the airport? Val, you look so fine in them. Better not wear them around any of those young men. You might lead them down the road to sin."

My clit was up and throbbing as my hand drifted between my legs. I was already so wet, so hot. Mike was pushing all my buttons.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Yes."

"Does it feel good?"

"Oh yes..."

"I'm hard too, Val, red and throbbing. Thinking about you has me so turned on."

"Why?"

"Because I'm imagining you're not alone."

His statement hung in the air between us. Could this man read minds? I had been thinking about just that scenario, and it wasn't Michael with me, either.

With one hand I was pulling on my swollen clit as the other began working on my -- the word didn't want to come to my mind, but then it did -- my pussy, first one finger, then two and finally three. My hips began thrusting without conscious effort.

Mike's voice came again. "What are you thinking about?" I didn't answer, so he asked again.

A groan was the only sound I could make in answer.

"You're thinking about somebody being with you, too, aren't you?" Aren't you, Val?"

"Yes... I'm sorry, Mike, it's just..."

"Shhh. Don't be sorry. I know what you can be like and there's nothing wrong with it. What is he doing to you?"

My hands were working faster now, pulling on my clit with two fingers, rubbing it up and down like Claire had. With two fingers of my other hand, I was massaging my G spot. My legs were trembling, my hips restlessly moving and the phone receiver almost forgotten lay next to my head.

Steve was between my legs, arms just under my arm pits as he thrust strongly into me. I pushed back trying to take in as much of his penis as I could. We were moving as one, crashing together with delicious force as we both approached our climaxes.

Mike's tinny little voice from the phone receiver caught my attention. "He's fucking you right now, isn't he, Val?"

I was almost there, lost in my heat and need. "Oh, yes!"

"What's his name?"

In my mind Steve looked down at me and smiled. My clit was throbbing, the explosion dangerously close now. "Steve. His name is Steve," I gasped, working myself furiously.

"Do you want him?"

My orgasm hit with a force of a blow, overwhelming my entire being so that I couldn't speak or think about anything but the aching pleasure of release for what seemed like minutes. As I slowly came down, I realized what my husband had gotten me to admit.

"Michael?"

"Was it as good as it sounded?" he chuckled.

"I didn't mean for that to happen, for what I said. I'm not chasing this guy!"

"I know that. But he has caught your eye. That's part of the fun of these things. Just think of all the fantasy screws you can get for the next two days."

"You're okay with that?"

"Sure. I used to do it all the time."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"In those early years, would you have been happy hearing something like that? Would you have accepted it? Would you even have understood it?"

I thought about that for a moment. "No. I would have been completely freaked out."

"That's why I never brought it up. You're someplace where nobody knows you. People do things at these meetings they'd never do at home in a million years. Have fun. No one will judge you too harshly if you're descreet."

"Michael! Are you suggesting I actually go to bed with this guy?"

"That's up to you. I only ask one thing: come home to me happy and safe. If you can't guarantee those to things, then, no, I don't want you to do it. You're a big girl. I know your appetites and accept them. If I didn't give my permission and you went ahead and did it anyway, where would we be then?" He sighed. "What I'm saying is that I trust you."

"Even after what I did? Even after the way I made you suffer?"

"Part of the blame for that lays with me. I started this whole thing off years ago. I egged you on. You know that old saying 'if you love something enough---"

"Oh please! That is so hackneyed!"

"That doesn't make it any less true."

"And you'd be okay if something like what you're suggesting actually happened?"

Michael response was emphatic, "With that one caveat I already mentioned in mind, yes!"

We quickly said our goodbyes. I realized I'd again drenched a bed when I came, so after taking another shower, I put out some towels to hopefully absorb the mess and crawled into the second bed for some very needed sleep. 

Now that the heat had worn off and the hunger slept, I felt really annoyed with myself for what I'd let happen. I could certainly expect better control from myself than this. How long had I lasted: all of 24 hours?

At the same time I could see so clearly in my mind the way that Steve had been looking at me as the elevator doors had closed. Why pick me out among everyone else? Other women in town for the meeting were obviously interested in him. Why me?

And then I'd been foolish enough to allow Mike to get behind my defences, to admit out loud what had only been a hazy idea, a little bit of fantasy. Mike's voice echoed in my head, telling me that I could do whatever I wanted. Damn him!

"Don't hold your breath, buster!" I said, turning out the light.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

By the time I left my room for breakfast next morning, my insides were in turmoil. I'd managed to get a decent sleep, but once the alarm went off, so did my brain. Resolving to do a better job of it, I pulled out some granny panties, my plainest bra and chose a frumpy skirt and jacket combination with a rather unexciting rayon blouse. Sensible shoes, little make-up and my hair in a tight bun finished off the ensemble. With glasses firmly on my nose, I grabbed my briefcase and headed off for breakfast.

Since I'd gotten up early, the hotel's coffee shop was nearly empty and the service quick, so that in a matter of half an hour, breakfast was disposed of. Only one of the conference people showed their face (and she walked right by me with barely a nod), so they must have had a long evening in the bar. If I had even a shred of luck, Steve had found some tartlette to claim his attention for the rest of the week's meetings and I'd be free from all temptation.

Two things happened later in the day to blow that idea out of the water.

First, since I had a bit of time to kill, I decided to check out the hotel's facilities. Perhaps (having gotten Steve paired off with someone in my mind) I could make use of the exercise equipment. It also might be nice to take up some of the down time with a bit of swimming.

The pool was up on the hotel's top floor. When the doors opened, her was Steve walking down the hall, hair dripping, a towel around his neck and flip-flops on his feet. Those weren't the things that caught my attention, though, and caused my heart to do a few flip-flops of its own.

His body was gorgeous: chiselled muscles, long limbs, not a lot of body hair. While his bathing suit was no Speedo, it did nothing to hide what had to be a very impressive "package" (as Claire was so fond of calling it).

The worst thing was, he caught me in full stare.

"Valerie! I didn't expect to see you up here."

"I, um, had a bit of time to kill and thought I'd look around the hotel," I mumbled while inwardly cursing the blush I knew was spread across my face and probably spreading down my neck and chest. Michael always teases me about what he calls my "world class blush".

Steve stopped in front of me. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Um...yes, I did, as a matter of fact."

"Too bad. It would have been wonderful to start my day with you."

He kept his face gentlemanly blank, but there was no mistaking his meaning.

To cover my mounting confusion, I said, "I'm surprised you're up this early. Weren't things hopping at the bar last night?"

Steve chuckled. "Oh, yes. More than the usual silliness, but I only had one drink and then headed off to my room. Yesterday was pretty tiring."

"Well, don't let me keep you."

"You're right. I'm standing here dripping on the carpet." He stepped into the still open elevator, then turned and flashed that smile at me again. "I'll see you around later, okay?"

"Yeah...sure."

As the doors closed, his eyes bored holes in me.

I was a mess. Disgustedly, I realized that my panties were soaked, so I angrily pressed for another elevator and waited with my foot tapping impatiently. Fortunately I had time to take clean myself up and put on a fresh pair of panties before the day's events started.

Everything was betraying my crumbling resolve: my husband, my body and I'm sure my best friend would too, if I called Claire up for moral support.

The second defining event of the day happened in the women's washroom just after our lunch break.

Steve had been sitting with me (and my thumping heart), but he'd been very cool after his sideways come on of earlier that morning. He was easy to talk to, though. One of the more aggressive young women had come over to our table and sat down next to him, rather too close I thought.

Try as she might, batting her baby blues at him, she couldn't cut me out and draw Steve off into a sideways conversation with her. She soon gave it up and stomped off to join her other west coast friends, but not without a definite glare at me.




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 09



We continued to chat and laugh and as the lunch break ended, I realized hitting the ladies would be a prudent thing to do.

I was in one of the stalls when Ms Pushy and a couple of her friends strolled in to check their faces and put on fresh lipstick.

"I can't believe that dreamboat is spending all his time with HER! Talk about a frump! God! She reminds me of my frigging grandmother and she's probably that old. What can possibly be attracting him? She's not even pretty, for Christ's sake!"

"Simmer down, girl," one of her friends said. "You'll get him -- and believe me, he is definitely worth the effort from what I've heard."

"Yes, but what just happened at lunch was goddammed insulting! Imagine, that old cow sitting there with that frigging blank expression. I sit down next to him, dressed in one of my cutest outfits, and...nothing! I don't get away from the old ball and chain very often and I want to have some fun this week!"

The third friend said, "Look, there's no laid-on meal tonight. Let's cut out early if we can, go out and get you an outfit that will leave no doubt that you are gorgeous, built and very available. Then when Steve shows up in the bar this evening, you're going to pounce! The old frump will be hiding in her room anyway."

Ms Whiny giggled like a stupid 15-year-old. "I'm still going to try to monopolize his attention at the seminars this afternoon."

The second woman said. "I just had a very evil thought. We're breaking into smaller groups. If we hustle our cute little buns down to the meeting rooms, I think we may be able to make sure that Jennifer gets into the group with her victim AND make sure that the old frump doesn't."

Girl 3 said, "That old broad doesn't stand a chance with you on the case, girl!"

With that, they all made their giggly exit and left me sitting in my stall doing a slow burn.

So they wanted to play games, did they?

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The next morning, I said to my face in the bathroom mirror, "Mike Brown, are you being a total chump here?"

The previous evening had been hot beyond belief. He'd actually talked Val into having phone sex -- and it hadn't taken much, either. Man! Listening to Val do herself made him harder than he would have believed.

The next number in this little dance was much more problematic. Did I really mind if Val got it on with this guy? The answer was still sort of yes and no, but I comforted myself by thinking that this morning she'd be getting cold feet about it -- if she hadn't just been humoring him in the first place.

Our relationship had certainly changed over the past months. WE both knew now that we really didn't need to be in a monogamous relationship any longer, as long as each of us was a part of what was going on in the other's life. Valerie had made it painfully clear before she left that I was still the only guy for her. A large cock might be nice now and then, but it was me she wanted to come home to -- and come home she always would.

Or so I hoped. There was always that niggling bit of doubt that Valerie might find someone else even more to her taste, someone who was every bit the person and lover I was -- with a big cock to boot. That was frightening.

However, I also knew that sooner or later, temptation would be too much and Val would fall again. That would not be good for her mentally, judging by the past few months of her self-inflicted punishment.

No, I had to just trust that she meant what she said: she would never be the one to leave me. Talking everything over, REALLY communicating our feelings, THAT was the key to keeping our relationship together.

As I showered, I thought about who else might turn my crank if it weren't Val. For so long I'd been concentrating on her release, her enjoyment and how much watching his wife get off was a turn on for him to. But she was right, I did have needs. Yes, I got off on the idea of my wife having a huge orgasm at someone else's hands, but I increasingly saw myself as joining in. That night with Claire and Davey had been a real rush.

Why hadn't I acted on finding another couple, or just succumbing to Claire's increasingly blatant come-ons? She'd made it perfectly clear she wanted to play.

A long day of business meetings drove most erotic thoughts out of my head, but every now and then, I'd wonder what Val might be up to at that moment. Would she take the plunge with this guy who'd caught her eye?

I grabbed a pizza on the way home, and sat behind the computer with a few slices and a beer and watched some of the footage I'd made of Val on the Sybian, and then for the first time, I opened the file I'd made the day Claire and I had let our spouses know how we felt about cheating.

Within minutes, I had his cock out of my pants and was stroking. Did Claire and I ever look hot together! I hadn't noticed at the time the sexy way she would wiggle her delectable little butt as I drove his cock home again and again. When she came, her toes actually curled, and while she wasn't as loud as Claire, she was no less vocal.

Wanting to get comfortable before I got down to some serious jerking off, I burned a quick DVD of several of my favourites and took them up to the bedroom. Shucking my clothes, I lay down on the bed, took out a bottle of lubricant and clicked on the TV.

At 9:00, the phone rang. With one hand still on my erection, I reached for the receiver. It was Val.

"Michael, did you have a good day?"

"Passable considering that it was nothing but meeting."

"What are you doing this evening?"

"Oh, watching a few videos."

"That's nice. Um...Mike? About the, ah, discussion we had last night..."

My heart began pounding immediately. "Well, I wouldn't exactly call it that."

My wife's laugh sounded awfully nervous. "Were you really serious?"

Now my heart was seriously pounding. "Absolutely. Have things with your mystery guy been developing since last night?"

"Sort of," Val admitted, and then told me about the two encounters she'd had that day, especially the one in the washroom. "And then throughout the afternoon meetings, the two friends cut me away from, um, Steve, in order to give their friend a clear field."

"And how did he respond?"

"I don't think he even noticed what was going on, to tell you the truth, the way she was prancing around, wiggling her ass and touching him every chance she got. It was pretty humiliating for me since I'd been the focus of his attention all morning. I felt pretty helpless, but I couldn't do much without pushing the girls away. To tell you the truth, a couple of guys seem to be in on it as well. Maybe their friends of Ms Whiny, I don't know."

"You're not going to take this lying down, are you?" I asked.

"Well, I only brought some pretty dowdy clothes and there was really no time to go shopping, " she sighed. "But what I REALLY need to know: are you okay with this. If I go down to that bar tonight, I don't know what will happen. You have to be ready for that."

"Do you want something to happen with him?"

Silence for a moment. "I don't know. I really don't know... But you have to tell me that if something DOES happen, you aren't going to have a problem with it. You say the word, and it does not happen, guaranteed."

I only thought for a moment. "Go get him, Val. This night is yours if you want. There's only one thing I ask."

"I know 'stay safe and come home to you'."

"No, I was thinking of something else. I want you to tell me everything that happens."

"You're too much!"

"Will you?"

"Yes. Yes, I will if that's what you want. When should I call you?"

"Whenever you get back to your room, or when he leaves if you use your room for a tryst. I really do want to know you're safe. Past that, have fun! Oh, and take notes."

"I cannot believe we're actually talking like this! Even if I were single, I'd have misgivings about doing something like this. What's happening?"

"People change. We've changed. I think we have come to the point where being monogamous doesn't mean as much to our relationship as it once did, as it does with most people. We can go out and have a fling on our own and know that the other will be waiting when it's done. I still want to share everything with you, Valerie, but I'm willing to let you go out and sow a few wild oats now and then, too. I know you'll come home. And being aware what a voyeur I am, you'll give me all the juicy details!"

"What about you? When do you sow your wild oats?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'll get around to it. Thinking and hearing about you is quite a sexual rush for me, and for the moment, that's enough for me."

"I love you so much, Michael." Val said, then sighed. "We must both be depraved."

"No," I said firmly. "We're just handling our marriage a little differently from the norm. Now get moving! I love you, Val."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

I hung up the phone and sat on the bed for several minutes, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. Mike had given me a pretty clear green light if I wanted to make use of it.

This was a very silly situation. What should I care about some pop tart stealing my fantasy man? I had to be honest: it was all the trash-talking those girls did about me, that's what. Juvenile or not, I would show them tonight what being a real woman is all about!

Then I thought of the impressive lump I'd seen between Steve's legs that morning.

"And if I get laid in the deal, well, that's just gravy," I said out loud, picking up the phone to make another call. Having sex was not necessarily the point of this little game.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

I made it down to the hotel's bar shortly before 7:00. Everyone would already be there and an entrance was just what I wanted to make.

I'd left my hair down after having brushed it until it glowed, my make-up was not applied garishly, but meant to highlight my eyes cheeks and red lips, what Mike always called my "best facial assets". My jewelry was descreetly elegant: a silver choaker and dangly earrings.

A light blue silk blouse was the best that I could manage under the circumstances, but I looked good in it. The jeans, though, were my secret weapon. I knew the effect they had on men. I ALWAYS got checked out by guys when I had them on. They fit my ass and hips as if they'd been sewn on me. Michael goes on and on about the gap I still have between my thighs at the top, the mark of a young woman, and these jeans brought that out perfectly. You could see the muscles in my thighs move as I walked and the stove pipe bottom cut suited to perfection the high-heeled sandals I'd slipped on. I knew how good I looked and let that carry me through the room.

Sure enough, at the far end of the bar and spilling out into the adjacent tables, I could see almost the entire crew from my company. Ms Whiny was seated at the bar, turned sideways facing Steve and her legs were as far apart as she could get them given the tightness of the mini she was wearing. Anyone could see all the way to China and her boobs were practically spilling out of the knit top she had on. Was this the best she could manage: sleazy/cheap?

Was I nervous as everyone's eyes shifted to me as I walked the length of the bar? You bet! My legs were actually shaking a bit as I stepped out into the unknown. I'd never done anything like this before, sort of "throwing down the female gauntlet." The one thing that terrified me would be that I'd fail and look like a complete fool.

It couldn't have gone better, though. Two saleman-types whistled as I strode by and a table of men stopped talking and their heads actually bobbed a little as I passed since I'd worn my lightest bra.

Many in my crowd were quite frankly staring as I approached, even one of the few women who'd been nice to me over the past two days. I swear she was staring as hard as the men. A quick peek told me I had Steve's complete attention, although Ms Whiny hadn't noticed yet that her victim's attention had wandered. Would he come over?

The woman in front of me shook her head. "I wouldn't have believed you're the same person I spoke to this afternoon if I didn't see it with my own eyes. You look like every guy's wet dream, Valerie. I hate you!" She said it with a smile, but there was a bit of truth there too, as another woman to her left agreed. "Why the sudden change?"

I went into my arranged story. "Well, to be honest, I had no idea how to dress for one of these things, so I thought I'd play it safe. When I saw everyone else, I realized I looked like a schoolmarm by comparison. My husband said I should throw caution to the wind tonight and have fun instead of sitting in my room doing work. So here I am!

One guy who hadn't given me the time of day until now popped up and offered to buy me a drink. I asked for a white wine.

I had just turned to rest my elbows on the bar when Steve, without more than an "excuse me" got off his stool and came over.

"Valerie!" he said with a big smile. "What a surprise to see you here. I thought we'd seen the last of you until tomorrow at 9:00." He leaned forward to give me a peck on the cheek, but stayed for a good whiff of my perfume.

"Someone convinced me that sitting alone in my room was not being 'a good team player'."

"That wouldn't be me, would it?"

I laughed and looked into his eyes, making him look into mine. "One and the same."

"Why the swan routine, though? You look completely different and VERY special."

"Well, one doesn't come to a bar dressed in one of those potato sack dresses, does one? Especially not with all these younger ladies trying their hardest to impress the men."

Steve's expression let me know that my little barb had found its mark as he laughed loudly.

Ms Whiny was staring daggers at me, but I merely smiled back blankly. Within moments I noticed her in a back corner with her two girlfriends having what looked like a very heated discussion. I'd have to be sure to watch for their next assault on my little beach head since they gave every appearance of not having given up yet.

We went over to a table in mid-room where there were a number of other district managers who sat up as we made our way over.

Steve introduced me to all of them and the men's eyes lingered with a couple even dropping down boldly to check out the rest of the geography. My competition was stymied for the moment because we took the last two chairs and there wasn't room for more.

Over the next hour we made idle chit chat about the spring product rollout and I actually got asked what I thought as "someone who's down and dirty in the trenches, so to speak". I did my best and hoped I didn't sound like a blithering idiot because Steve had pushed his leg against mine, but whether or not by chance or design, I couldn't tell. He was rather crowded by the woman on his far side. All I know is that he seemed in no hurry to move it, hence my somewhat divided attention.

Pub grub was ordered and consumed and offers made to refill my wine glass which I let happen twice and then decided I'd had enough.

Around 9:00, music began played a pretty decent live band and people started filling the dancefloor. Ms Whiny, who'd probably been waiting for just that moment, made her move, appearing like a jack-in-the-box at Steve's elbow. I wondered if she'd crawled under a few tables to get there like that.

"Steve, you promised me the first dance this evening."

"I did?"

"Yes, and now I've come to collect on your promise."

I got the feeling she'd had a good bit to drink or couldn't hold her liquor because she seemed flushed and her eyes had sort of a vacant look as she dragged him away.

Since talk was a bit difficult over the music, we all turned to watch the action on the crowded dance floor.

It took a few moments to find Steve and his stalker, but there they were over to the side with her giving a good impression of some sort of mating dance, lots of hip action in her bumping and grinding, thrusting out of chests -- all she needed to do was pound it like some gorilla to complete her performance.

Steve had his hands on her waist in an attempt to keep her at bay but she was relentless. I noticed two of the other managers with their eyes in the same direction, sharing a few words. They seemed amused rather than shocked because it was pretty obvious what sort of signals were being passed.

One of the more forceful young men asked me to dance, but I declined. I'd bet he was no more than five years older than my son. I noticed him go back and report to Ms Whiny's two chicklets with a big shrug.

Steve was held captive for another song before making his escape. I must say that I liked the way he moved. Once again he reminded me of Mike who is a terrific dancer and seems to have telepathy, always knowing which was I'm going to move and what I'm going to do next.

Steve wasn't breathing too hard, considering the workout. The woman on his far side said something into his ear which caused him to burst out laughing. I got the feeling that they might have been something a little more than co-workers.

"Any more wine?" he asked turning to me.

"No thanks. Three is my limit."

"Or what?"

"Or I turn into a dancing fool."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Oh really? Is that an invitation?"

I cocked an eyebrow back. "If you like."

"I do like! Let's go." And with that he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor.

He WAS a good dancer and the band played two rhythmic songs that made it easy to get into the swing of things.

I came to like dancing late in life, well after I was married, since my parents had only permitted square dancing (under strict supervision -- no illicit dos-a-dos allowed!). Once I got thoroughly loosened up by Mike -- who seemed to be making this his goal in life -- I found I really enjoyed it, and was also really good at it. It's something about feeling the rhythm throughout your body...

I could feel Ms Whiny's eyes boring holes in the back of my head, but I was just having too much fun to worry about her, connecting with Steve, moving in and out of his space, touching when it was appropriate and then pulling away teasingly. Man, this was fun and making me very hot.

Then a slow song started and Steve extended a hand. I stepped in close but didn't press against him. His arms slipped down to the middle of my back and I put my head on his shoulder.

"Mmmm. That's nice," he said in my ear

If I was a cat I would have been purring. Maybe I was.

As we swayed to the music, it seemed natural for both of us to snuggle in more tightly. I knew Steve wouldn't fail to notice how hard my nipples had gotten and I could certainly feel his growing erection. I pressed a bit harder and moved my hips up and down as discreetly as I could.

It felt marvelous and I knew right then that I'd made the decision. Steve also knew.

The song ended too soon and we went back to the table. Some of the people had drifted off to speak with others, leaving us alone on our side.

"You dance very well, Val," Steve said as he took a sip from his watery drink. "I really enjoyed that."

He raised his sea-blue eyes and looked deeply into mine. The sexual tension between us was intense and I could feel myself getting wetter. If I weren't careful it would show next time we got up to dance.

We made some more idle chitchat and it felt very comfortable. I did not hide the fact that I was very happily married to a wonderful man. When I mentioned my two university-aged children, Steve was very surprised.

"Did you have them when you were twelve? I wouldn't have put you at over thirty-five."

I couldn't help but laughing delightedly at this tremendous ego-booster. "Try adding ten years."

"I absolutely do NOT believe it! You cannot be that old."

He said it with such conviction, and even if it was total BS, it was a very nice thing to hear. The band was on a break, but I stuck to mineral water since I wanted to be at my very best if the night developed the way I now hoped it would. This being on the prowl was turning into way more fun than I'd imagined.




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 09



When the music started again, Michael and I hit the floor and things only got better as we lost ourselves in each other more and more.

Three songs into the set, the band began another slow one and Ms Whiny made a last-ditch effort to carry the day.

"Steve, I haven't had a slow dance with you yet. You should be fair to the other girls, too, you know," she said batting her baby blues at him furiously.

She'd managed to worm her way between us to the point where I was being pushed back helplessly -- unless I wanted to make a scene.

I looked at Steve with an evil grin and backed off further. "Knock yourself out. I'll be over at the table."

The helpless expression on his face as he watched me over Ms Whiny's shoulder was priceless.

The display she put on during the song was beyond ridiculous. Steve didn't do much dancing as she pushed herself against him rubbed her boobs against his chest, put his hands directly on her ass, and even humped his leg at one point. I felt a little bad for what I'd done because he was looking seriously put out, and also because by morning, the kid would be feeling like a fool.

Finally, as the song was trailing to its end, she pulled his head down, shoved her tongue down his throat and gave him a kiss like the ones you only see in teenage flicks.

Steve straightened immediately, removed her arms from around her neck and said something sharp into her ear. Turning quickly, he left her standing on the dance floor looking shocked and embarrassed. Obviously, she'd had way more to drink than was good for her. I felt sort of bad since everyone had noticed her performance and its obvious aftermath.

Steve came back to the table and extended his hand. "Let's get the hell out of here."

After exiting the bar, he stopped and turned. "Would you like to go somewhere else, somewhere quieter?" When I didn't respond immediately, he added, "I didn't mean that the way you might think."

I looked at him levelly, then leaned forward and said softly into his ear, "I was sort of hoping that you did."

Steve's eyes lit up and he answered, "My room or yours?"

I took his hand and began leading him to the bank of elevators. "I think your room will do just fine."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

My brain was in hyperdrive. It was now an hour since Val had called and I was dying to know what she was up to. Would she take the plunge or not? I was desperate for the phone to ring so I could find out what was happening and equally desperate for it not to ring. Talk about conflicted! In front of me, I was watching the video Val made of her masturbating and telling me about how much she wanted to fuck Robbie. Would she be like this tonight, the sexual predator, or would she allow her fantasy man to sweep her off her feet? Or would nothing happen?

I woke with a start, having dozed off somewhere along the way. The bedside clock said 11:49 and I was aware I was no longer alone in the room. The tape had long since run out and the blank TV screen supplied only a meagre glow, too little to see what was going on.

"Who's there?" I said, my heart pounding.

No answer but someone got on the opposite side of the bed. I turned to look but Claire was too fast for me, landing on my chest with a thump that knocked the breath out. She pulled my arms up and I heard snick, snick and felt cold metal closing around my wrists.

Too surprised, sleepy and with the wind knocked out of me, I couldn't react fast enough. In a matter of minutes she had the nylon restraints around my wrists and ankles and I was helplessly spread-eagled on the bed. Then she clicked on one of the bedside lights.

"Surprised?" she asked with one eyebrow up.

"What are you doing here?" I gasped.

"I was lonely and horny tonight and a little bird told me you were probably in the same state."

"A little bird?"

"A little bird named Valerie," she replied and started removing her clothes.

My cock immediately began to respond, not that I'm usually into the bondage scene -- certainly not on the receiving end -- but I was incredibly horny and now this goddess had just walked in.

She reached down and pulled my cock a few times, making it swell rapidly. "I'm glad at least someone is happy to see me."

I swallowed nervously, knowing that Claire was capable of all sorts of mischief. "What's going to happen now?"

Claire lay down on the bed, part on me, part off. Her hand snaked down and grabbed my erection again. After biting my nipple really hard, she looked up and smiled. "We're going to have fun."



Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 10



The elevator door closed behind Steve and me with a soft hiss but to me it could have been clanging shut, so profound was its psychological effect.

I made my decision and was about to do something I hadn't done before. So far I had made love with someone other than my husband (in itself something that certainly caused me pause), but all of those times it had just sort of happened. This time I'd actually gone out looking for it.

I'd half expected Steve to be all over me as soon as the elevator door shut, but to his credit he kept his cool, if not his distance. Standing next to me, just barely touching my right side, I was VERY aware of his presence -- and now that we were away from the bar --his scent: clean hair, freshly washed clothes and just a hint of spicy after shave. He smelled delicious.

"What floor are you on?" I asked as the elevator passed my floor.

"Top one. I had the best area sales this past year, so I get a suite as part of my reward." He moved a bit closer. "You'll like it."

With that he leaned in further and kissed me lightly. It was the first time our lips had met, and while both of us knew what was about to happen, he didn't lunge at me. His lips met mine with surprising gentleness. More of a warm "Hello," than "Baby, I'm going to have you screaming in a few short minutes."

The effect of all this was to just key me up further, and I was actually the one who lunged. Our second kiss was hot, very hot, and it was all my doing.

Too soon, we reached the 35th floor and had to break our sweet kiss.

"Lead on," I said, taking Steve's offered elbow.

His suite was at the very end of the hall. "Wait here a minute," he said as he swiped his key card. "Let me open the curtains. I want you to have the full effect."

He was inside for more time than it would take to open a set of curtains, and I wondered what he was doing. I was also impatient. Now that I'd made my decision, I wanted to get on with getting it on!

After about two minutes, the door swung back and Steve ushered me over the threshold where I immediately stopped in my tracks. The view did take my breath away.

The windows ran from ceiling to floor and made up the complete far wall. In a nod to safety (and probably legal action), the only thing apparently between us and the outside was the glass and a very thin metal railing about mid-chest high with supports every six inches. You could easily forget that anything was there. Outside the last light of the sun had set the very tops of the distant mountains alight with glowing oranges and reds. The color of the clouds ranged from deepest purple overhead to salmon and gold as the fanned out to the darkening horizon. Far below, the lights of the city twinkled like tiny fairy lights in the clear air.

"Like it?" Steve asked.

I nodded my head. "Well worth the price of admission."

"Would you like something to drink? There's a well-stocked bar fridge. Perhaps another glass of white wine?"

"Yes, but just a small one."

"I may as well join you then."

He busied himself getting them and I took the opportunity to look around.

The sitting room of the suite was quite large with a sofa, two matching chairs and a coffee table. The TV was in a credenza made of walnut, and over by the windows they'd placed a desk and two more chairs. The whole thing was even nicer than our living room back home. They even had a book case.

Steve pulled the two stuffed chairs over to the window and invited me to watch the last of the sunset which we did silently, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

Over the past few months, I'd watch Claire do everything she could to entice Mike into bed, and for all her trouble, the best she'd gotten was a chaste kiss on a couple of occasions. I knew that it was driving her nuts. It wasn't just her current lack of sex, either. She viewed the whole Mike thing as a challenge.

As for me, I couldn't understand why Mike wouldn't jump. I'd told him flat out that he could have her. I wanted him to get out of the "I'm only interested in what happens to Val" rut he was in. If we were truly going to walk this path we'd started down, he'd have to do it too. I didn't think I could ever "perform" the way he seemed to want me to. To me sex was a private thing, not a show, but I didn't want to be the only one doing things, either.

I glanced at my watch. Claire should be over at our house by now. I wondered what kind of reception she'd gotten from Mike?

Steve noticed what I'd done. "Are you under any sort of curfew?" he asked jokingly, but I knew what he was getting at.

"My husband knows where I am, if that's what you mean," I answered as I put my empty wine glass on the floor next to me, "and what I'll be doing." I got up and pulled the sash cord, closing the curtains. I walked over and stood right in front of Steve. "So what happens now?"

He stood, taking both my hands in his, then leaned forward to kiss me. It was deep and rich and made me tingle right down to my toes. This man knew something about kissing a woman!

Keeping hold of my hands, he led me over to the sofa where we sat facing each other.

"You are so beautiful, Valerie. You take my breath away."

I got the feeling it wasn't BS and I blushed furiously.

"Your husband is a very lucky man."

"My husband is a very generous man," I answered, "and very special. It's not everyone who would let their spouse do something like this."

Steve smiled coyly. "Like what?"

"Like this," I said as I leaned forward to kiss him again. "Or this." My hand drifted down from his cheek, over his chest and came to rest on the substantial lump in his pants.

Steve broke the kiss and moved my hand away. "No. I want to savor you. I have never been with a more desirable woman and I refuse to rush. I'm assuming we have the entire night?"

I nodded. "Possibly."

"Why possibly?"

Feeling bold and very naughty, I leaned back against the arm of the sofa, putting my hands behind my head. "If you please me."

Steve leaned into me again for another deep kiss. Somewhere in the middle of it, he stuck his tongue in my ear, and after removing it (leaving me moaning), he whispered, "Oh, I think I can assure you of that!"

I had my hands around Steve's neck as our kisses became even hotter. He reached up and cupped first one breast and then the other. My nipples came alive under his fingers as he squeezed and twisted them gently, causing them to stiffen and grow. In short order he'd undone my blouse and bra, and the cool air in the room was feeling delicious as it played across my skin.

Leaning back further, I drew him into me, encouraging him to take a nipple and the puffy cone below it into his mouth. He tugged at it firmly, pulling, sucking and driving me absolutely crazy. Even with my jeans still done up, I could smell the musk rising from the apex of my legs.

Then suddenly, the crisis was on me and I came hard. It wasn't noisy and I didn't thrash around like I often do, but it was pleasantly intense. I just gasped loudly and went rigid. Steve kept up some gentle suction until I came back down.

"Wow! That's never happened to me before."

Steve looked up and smiled. "That was definitely erotic. Do you think that you can stand?"

"Possibly?" I sighed. "Why?"

"Because I want you to take the rest of your clothes off. The time has come for me to see the rest of your gorgeous body."

I stood. "Just take 'em off?"

Steve got up. "No. I want some music. You move so well. Will you do a bit of a strip tease for me?"

Normally, I don't think I would have been able to do it. I did once for Mike and felt totally inhibited and embarrassed, so I didn't enjoy it.

That night, since I was walking on the edge anyway, I had no qualms.

Steve fiddled with the remote and found a radio station playing some soft rock. The beat was easy but strong so I moved into the center of the room and began swaying with my eyes shut letting the rhythm flow into my body.

Since my blouse was already open and the back of my bra undone, there wasn't much of a tease I could use there. Having never seen anyone strip before (except in a movie), I did the best I could, turning and looking over my shoulder at Steve as I slid my shoulders out of the blouse, letting it drop to the carpet. The bra soon followed, but that I tossed at Steve.

My jeans were a little tricky since they were quite tight and wouldn't slip over my hips and down my legs easily, and I'd also decided to keep my high-heeled sandals on. A lucky brainstorm made me think of the chair over by the desk and I made good use of it as a prop (figuratively as well as literally) so that by the end of the second song (a real rocker), I was completely nude except for my jewelry and sandals, bumping and grinding like a bitch in heat -- and loving every minute of it.

Steve obviously liked it too because his pants were dangerously tight in the crotch area and down one leg of his pants. I made sure that when the music ended I was standing right in front of him, legs apart, hands on hips.

I was absolutely dripping, turned on in a way I'd seldom been before. Steve stared at my crotch intently. "Holy shit..." he mumbled to himself.

I looked down.

The past few months, Mike and I had been playing quite a lot with the clit pump, the result being that it was very gradually getting even bigger. At first, I resisted because I didn't want to look like some kind of freak, but when I saw how excited it made Mike (and me, to be truthful), I gave in and let him pump away.

Because of its hood, I guess, my clit extends downward at about a 45 degree angle, and that night it was sticking out farther than I'd ever seen it before, over an inch past my pussy lips.

Finally looking up Steve said, "I've never seen anything like that."

Still feeling bold I stepped between his legs. Because of the way he was sitting and my height with the sandals still on, my clitoris was on a level with his eyes and no more than a foot away.

Hands on my hips again, I asked, "Do you like it?"

He seemed mesmerized by what he was seeing and didn't respond. I stepped closer, forcing his legs farther apart. Now my clit was only inches away and still he just stared.

"Go ahead and touch it. It doesn't bite!"

Slowly Steve reached out with a forefinger and pushed on the end as if testing my its hardness. I let out an involuntary gasp as sensation shot down it, spreading heat over my whole groin.

Using his fingers to scoop up some of the lubrication dripping from between my lips, he rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, spreading it out and then reached up for my clit again. This time he gripped it like a tiny cock, sliding from the crown to root and back again a few times.

My legs were getting decidedly shaky as my orgasm built. I spread them further and tilted my hips up to give him better access as he began gently jerking me off. My clit rose higher, sticking out more like a cock than ever and taking my cue, Steve pulled me forward to engulf it in his mouth.

I haven't mentioned before that one thing that first caught my eye with Steve was his full lips. He'd already proved their value (and his skill) with his hot kisses earlier, but now I got the full effect. Pursing his lips but keeping them soft and pliant, he sucked my length into his mouth, gently flicking his equally soft tongue on the underside.

That was all it took. One long, delicious suck, and I went off like a rocket. My orgasm was a complete out-of-body experience. My head went back, my eyes rolled up, and feeling as if it came all the way from my toes, a long, low groan escaped my lips, as Steve continued orally pleasuring me. My legs began shaking, and I was vaguely aware of his firm grip on my hips the only thing that kept me from collapsing to my knees.

Waves of erotic bliss washed over me as I orgasmed continuously until he finally released my clit from the warmth of his mouth. I had no concept of how long I was in la-la land, only that it was mind-bogglingly enjoyable. He told me later that it lasted over two minutes.

I remember Steve finally standing up and taking me in his arms, holding me against his chest as I came down from my sexual high. Everything was fuzzy and I felt very wobbly.

It wasn't as if no one had every done this to me before. Over the past few months, Mike had greatly enjoyed himself sucking on my clit. Maybe it was the forbidden nature of what I was doing now, here in the hotel room of a man I barely knew. Maybe it was my increasing comfort with the strength of my sexuality. I don't know, but at that point I knew I'd had the orgasm of a lifetime.

Finally, Steve whispered in my ear, "Ready to stand on your own?"

"Uh-ha. I think I can manage it - just barely," I added with a grin.

We sat on the sofa again. Well, to be truthful, he sat; I sort of collapsed.

"More wine?" he asked.

"No, just something cold. My mouth is a bit dry."

He smiled warmly. "So is mine, especially after what just happened."

I looked down at his lap and saw the hard outline of his cock going down the left leg of his pants. It was almost halfway to his damn knee! My goodness, I couldn't imagine how long it must be. More importantly, the girth was pretty impressive too. Steve caught me staring.

He got to his feet. "First, a cool drink for the lovely lady."

"Then do I get to unwrap my present?" I asked, putting one foot up on the sofa, as I leaned back. I didn't want him to mistake what I was saying.

He shut me right down again when he returned. It was maddening. Here I was, pretty well naked as a jay bird (him still fully clothed), having already had a mind-numbing orgasm, and we sat there for several minutes making idle chitchat about work!

Finally he asked, "Has your clit always been that, um, large? I've heard of that happening when women athletes use massive amounts of steroids, but is yours, you know, natural?"

I didn't want to go into the whole clit-pumping thing at the moment, so I just answered, "Yup, ever since I first noticed I had a clit. Perhaps it explains why I'm the way I am."

"And how is that?"

"Usually horny."

He laughed. "And your husband still lets you out of his sight? Isn't he worried you might not come home sometime?"

"He has nothing to worry about on that score. Other men may enjoy my company, but they will never enjoy my love. THAT belongs to my husband only."

"You mean to say you get even better than this?"

"I'll never tell..."

Steve began kissing me again, warm, tender kisses that got my engine revved up for round two. As my heat rose, I thought of Claire and how she might handle this situation.

"Stand up," I told Steve.

He got to his feet slowly, almost insolently. I got the feeling he knew the game I was playing.

"Kick off your shoes. Good! Okay, now lose the shirt."

He took his time, teasing me with slow movements and the heat from his eyes. I felt a stirring between my legs as my stiff little clit made her second appearance of the night. From the way I was sitting, it would be very obvious to him how aroused I was becoming.

Steve had almost no body hair -- bit of a bummer, that; I like my men hairy -- but his muscles were well defined, especially his abs, and spoke of long hours at the gym.

"The slacks. I want those slacks off now!"

"Yes, ma'am," he said and turned his back.

I was treated to the very slow revealing of the most exquisite set of buns I'd ever seen live and up close. He flexed them deliberately as his slacks dropped over his hips and fell to the floor. Even though his legs were apart and I leaned this way and that, I couldn't catch a glimpse of his manhood. He stepped out of his slacks and lifted one leg to remove a sock.

"No. The socks stay on."

He seemed surprised. "Why?"

"Because I think they make a man look sexy and those are nice socks."

"Do you make your husband wear his socks?"

"Always," I lied.

"Can I turn around now?"

"Yes."

My eyes must have bugged out when I saw what this man was packing. Robbie was big, Davey was too, but they had nothing on Steve.

"How long is that thing?".

Steve had his hands behind his back and was jutting his hips out a bit to give me the full effect of his cock. "I'll never tell," he shot back with an impish grin.

I continued staring, now mesmerized myself. It looked like I'd been very fortunate with my choice of companion for the night. Davey had definitely been fatter, Robbie maybe a bit longer, but for a size queen like me (Claire had taught me that term recently), Steve had the best of both worlds. The head of his cock was especially tantalizing -- and enormous. Sadly, though, I knew it would be very uncomfortable to take in my mouth, much as I wanted to. Still the thought of the edge of that helmet sliding up and down my vagina made me a little bit lightheaded. The way Steve's cock had a slight upward curve at the end also presented tantalizing possibilities. With us lying front to front, it would certainly rub my G spot deliciously.

My sexual temperature rose to dangerous levels.

"See anything you like?" Steve asked playfully.

"Oh yes, and I think I can find a place for it to live, at least for the next little while." I looked into his blue eyes. "But there is one thing we need to discuss first."

"I'm clean, if that's what you're concerned about, but I also have condoms."

There seemed to be no guile in his expression. I knew that it was foolish to have unprotected sex with any man I barely knew, but I'd just gotten over my period and I'd been running like clockwork for years, so I decided might be worth taking a chance. It would be a shame not to experience the cock of a lifetime with skin to skin contact.

"I'm trusting you."

"You can, Valerie; believe me. I wouldn't lie about something like that."

"Well, all right then. Let's get busy!"

I got to my feet, grabbed his cock and dragged him to the bedroom. Once there I pushed him down sideways on the bed, then climbed aboard, sprawling out next to him, partially on his chest. I spent the next few minutes attacking his mouth and working both of us into a frenzy.

Stopping for a moment, I repositioned myself so I was straddling his left leg. As we went back tongue wrestling, I started humping it, rubbing my clit with short little jabs. I could feel his cock pulsing where it pressed into my side. We were both ready. 

But first, I had to do something. Rising up on my arms, I shifted again and dragged my slit all the way up his leg to his groin, pushing hard against him and leaving a trail of my juices behind me. I did the same on his right leg.

His face had a puzzled expression. "What the heck are you doing?"

"I'm marking you as my property. I don't want any other women getting ideas while I'm around. You're my man now!"

I shifted once more and was now astride his torso with his erection trapped between us. Sliding downward, I slowly moved my pussy lips up along its length until my clit met the head. Then I started all over again. Mmmm. Delicious. After several more glides, I finally stopped and pushed my clit against the underside of his throbbing glans using quick little jabs.

Steve groaned. "God! You're as hard as I am."

"Mmm-hmm."

"Are you going to put it inside soon? I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that."

"Oh, we can't have that. I want my first fuck with you to be nice and loooong." I got off him and studied his cock. It definitely was too wide to suck comfortably, but I suddenly had a good idea. "Wait here a moment."

"I have no where else to go."

"You'd better not!" I said over my shoulder as I hustled out to the sitting room. This was going to be fun!

In my handbag I had a few lubricant samples in plastic packets, part of a handful that Claire had given me ("for emergencies"). I was rummaging around for them as I reentered the bedroom.




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 10



Steve was lying there curiously, hands behind his head and his erection standing magnificently amidship. A pole like that really needed a flag! Maybe I'd get to that later.

"Valerie, you are the most extraordinary woman I've ever met. I have absolutely NO idea where you're going to come from next! One moment you're playing the sultry vamp and the next you're like a little kid. You come on strong, then you seem to want me to take the lead. Tell me, which is the real Valerie?"

I had a puddle of lube in my palm from the two pouches and was about to get on the bed again. "I really don't know. Believe it or not, I've never done anything like this before. I guess that's making me a bit manic."

"You've never been with anyone but your husband?"

"No, I have been with other men, but I've never, you know, gone out and found someone, and...well, I hardly know you and all, and I..."

"Valerie, you're babbling."

I got on the bed and knelt next to him. "Well, I'm nervous, and excited, of course, and," I grabbed his cock and tugged on it, "I want this." With both hands, I spread the lube all over his beautiful cock and balls. Unbelievably, he got longer and thicker. "You have the most beautiful penis," I said as I ran one hand up and cupped Steve's glans, pushing and rubbing with my palm, "and I love this part best."

He groaned loudly. "Valerie, oh my God that feels so good! Put it inside you. I want to cum inside you."

"Be good. I want to make you first cum with my hands, and I also need you to do something for me."

"What? Anything!" he gasped.

"This," I answered, putting a leg over his head. I lowered my pussy down onto his face. "Lick me! I want you to make me cum while I make you cum. Then when you get hard again, we'll fuck."

Steve's tongue slipped up inside me, then ran the length of my slit. At the end, he sucked my clit into his mouth for a moment before slithering back down to my vagina. I could feel an orgasm building very quickly, making it darn difficult to concentrate on my handiwork.

"Oh Steve, that is sooo nice. Suck it, baby. Make me cum again!"

Steve mumbled something, his face busy with other things. As he began sucking on my clit again, I started concentrating on his glans, sliding first one palm and then the other over it. If I timed things just right, we could come together. Mike loved when I did this and Steve was obviously no different, judging by his groans and the twitching of his hips.

Steve's tongue busily flicked my clit while he sucked deliciously on it with his lips. I tugged on him too, keeping an eye on his balls. When they tightened up against his body, he'd be ready to shoot.

My body had started rocking all by itself and my clit was at the perfect angle, so I began fucking Steve's mouth. When I realized what I had started doing, it provided an amazing psychological rush (as well as a physical one) and inflamed me to the point where I couldn't hold back any longer. The fire started at the tip of my clit but it exploded through my entire pelvis with crashing force.

I yanked hard on Steve's cock and was rewarded with rope after rope of semen. The stuff shot up a good foot and was going all over the place, so I moved my head down and caught the last few in my mouth.

At the other end of my body, Steve was coughing and wheezing, and I realized I'd probably half-drowned him when I came. Rolling off him onto my back, I lifted my head to catch Steve wiping his face on a pillow.

"My God in heaven, woman!" he said. "What are you trying to do, drown me?"

I snorted derisively as I reached out and tweaked his semi-soft cock. "You should be so lucky."

"I'm lucky I've got two beds in this room. You've soaked this one, you bitch."

"I'm glad you were smiling when you called me that. Otherwise, you wouldn't be playing hide the salami with me tonight."

Steve burst out laughing as he shifted and got to his feet. As if on cue, someone knocked on the door. He grabbed a robe that was lying on the other bed. "I'll see who it is."

As he shut the door to the bedroom, I reached down for my purse and pulled out my cell. I'd decided I definitely wanted to stay the night and I didn't want Mike to worry if no one answered the phone in my room. Besides, I was also curious to know if Claire had indeed come over to visit him, and what sort of silliness my loving husband and best friend we're getting up to.



Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 11



According to the clock, it had been over 2 hours and still I hadn't come. We're talking a serious case of blue balls by this point, folks. Claire had me stretched out so tightly, I could barely move, and my arms and legs were really aching. For the past 20 minutes, she'd had a velcro strap wound tightly around my erection and it was red and swollen and could have been used for pounding nails. I needed to cum more than I ever had in my life, but wasn't ready to beg for it -- although I was getting close.

Claire sat cross-legged at the end of the bed, looking at me while she sipped her wine. "You know I think I'm making this as hard on myself as I am you. That is a fine-looking erection you have, mister."

My redheaded torturer had lost her leather clothes early on. After getting me firmly attached to the bed (Hey, she caught me waking up and was just too damn quick for me.), she'd played with my cock for about a half hour, bringing me to the point of release at least half a dozen times. "The hardness of your pecker hasn't impressed me yet. You don't deserve to cum...but I do!"

With that, she'd gotten off the bed and did a slow strip tease to her own inner music.

Now my wife, Valerie, can dance. She was terrible at it when we first got together, but that was because her parents hadn't allowed it. Get a little wine in her and some good music, and man, she can move! I've seen her cause some serious erections at 50 feet in about 3 minutes flat.

Claire, though, had obviously had training, and the way she sinuously removed her clothes, led me to believe she might even have been some professional stripping in her past. And believe me, she DIDN'T need music!

She'd come dressed in leather and high heels. Her pants had to have been custom made for her and at her exact weight because they fit her like a second skin. On top she had a short leather vest and underneath that a tight white T-shirt. She'd heavily made up her eyes with a turquoise mascara which made them look even bigger. Red lips on a wide mouth made me think of them being wrapped around a cock: mine.

You don't want to hear about the striptease, though. You want to hear about what happened afterwards. Naked except for her heels, this diminutive girl/woman, our domme in training stood over me, staring down at my cock.

"I guess you like what you see, sailor. That pecker's a lot harder now. Do you want me to let you cum?"

I swallowed and thought about what she might want to hear. In the end, I simply nodded.

She sat down next to me and reached for the lubricant, putting a generous amount on both hands. Then the torture started all over again. I closed my eyes as her hands swirled over my raging erection, my balls, down between my legs, even tickling my rear entrance. I felt Claire's lips suddenly on my own, crushing them with bruising fierceness. My legs began shaking, much as I didn't want them to. I knew if I kept outwardly calm and quiet, she might not realize how close I was until it was too late. I HAD to cum!

She pulled quickly away, standing again. "Ah, ah, ah. Naughty boy!" She slapped my cock hard, causing me to jump, more out of shock than pain. "Now you're going to have to wait even longer." Claire looked at the ceiling for a moment as if deep in thought. "I know! You need to watch me enjoy myself for a bit. And we're also forgetting Val! She should know what's going on, too."

I'd almost forgotten about what my loving wife was probably up to on the other side of the country at this very moment. Had she taken this guy she'd told me about to bed? That obviously had to be the reason that Claire had shown up when she did. A phone call had most certainly been made between the women.

While I was thinking about this, Claire skipped out of the room, returning a few minutes later with our video camera and a tripod. She set it up at the foot of the bed.

"I should have thought of this earlier. When I get you to beg me to let you cum, I want to have a record of it. You guys are all the same. You'll try to deny it."

After turning the camera on, she rejoined me on the bed. That's when she sucked me to yet another painful erection, but this time she slipped the velcro strap onto my cock.

If I put my head up, I had a clear view of Claire's pussy. Unlike Val, she has very thick lips on the outside. Her inner lips are the exact opposite, though: delicate, little pink petals that just called out to be sucked into your mouth.

Claire was busy spreading everything open using both hands. The moisture spoke of her strong arousal. She rolled her head back as her fingers pulled and stroked, three fingers disappearing inside her as the index finger of her other hand slowly circled her clit.

"I think you like this, don't you, Mike? You enjoy seeing me play with myself. I know your little secret, how much of a voyeur you are, and this really turns you on. You don't have to say a word. Your cock says it all for you."

We both looked down. My erection was an angry red color (mostly from the constriction of the strap) and it was twitching with each rapid beat of my heart.

Looking at Claire again, she was rapidly working both hands over her pussy. Her eyes were fixed on my cock as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge.

Then she stopped.

"Oh my, that was close! I didn't think I would be able to control myself." She looked at me and grinned. "I'll bet you wanted to watch me cum, didn't you, Mike?"

I spoke for the first time in an hour. "Claire, I understand you're getting your ya-yas from doing this to me, but why in heaven's name are you doing it to yourself, too?"

She winked. "I have my reasons."

Scooting forward, she removed the strap from my cock, then leaning down, she took it all the way into her mouth, very, very slowly. I almost went out of my mind, and this time I somehow managed to keep still. THIS time she'd be fooled!

Coming back up, her eyes were on mine. With a smacking sound, my cock popped out of her mouth. "Ohhh. Very nice. I haven't been able to do that to a guy since, well, since that afternoon you and I got it on for our spouses. I've missed it so much."

She took my cock down her throat again, this time cupping and massaging my balls. I was close, very very close. Just a little bit more...

Claire jumped back off the bed, laughing. "No you don't! I'm not ready yet."

"Come on, Claire! Have a heart!"

She cupped a hand to her ear. "Is that Michael I hear begging?"

I clamped my mouth shut. She was not going to win this little battle.

Then I had a thought. "I really have to pee."

"With that hard-on? I don't think so!"

I sagged back. "How long is this going to go on? I have to work tomorrow."

"Tough!"

Claire leaned forward on the bed, one arm supporting her. With the other, she whacked my cock several times. It really stung but as much as I wanted to, I couldn't squirm away. Then she put the strap on again.

Disappearing from the room, she came back a few minutes later with a glass of wine and made her comment about the state of my erection. And that's where this story started.

"Are you going to let me cum then?"

"Nope. You're going to make me cum first. I think it's time I sat on your face. AND if you do a good job, I'll probably let you cum."

"LET me? If you don't agree to make me cum, you can sit on my face all night. I won't do anything to help!"

"Val's right. You're a lot more stubborn than someone would think." She leaned over me to put her wine glass down on the bedside table, and her left nipple grazed my face. I kept my mouth firmly shut.

"Now, Michael, you have to make me cum hard, and as many times as I want, or I'm going to leave you here the rest of the night with the worst case of blue balls in the history of the earth."

Claire threw one leg over my head and lowered herself onto my face, putting her hands on the wall behind our headboard. With a little wiggle of her butt, she seated herself firmly. I did nothing, hoping she wouldn't smother me.

Rising up and moving forward a bit, she ran her slit up over my nose. The spicy fragrance was almost overpowering and her lubrication left a sticky path up my face.

"That is VERY nice," she cooed above me as she slid down again.

I tried turning my head to the side, but her strong thighs held it in place. For the next few minutes, Claire masturbated herself on my nose, using it to go up inside her, circling it around her clit. It became clear that whether I used my tongue or not, she was going to cum. I relented, since I really didn't want to be left in erection agony and felt sure by this time that she'd follow through on her threat.

"Oh, Michael! I knew you'd come around eventually. Keep doing that! It is SO nice. Mmmmm..."

Just then the phone rang. Without missing a beat, Claire leaned over and picked it up.

"Oh hi! I was wondering if you'd call...Oh yes. He's here...No, he's a bit busy at the moment...Would you mind if I came first, Val?...I'm sitting on his face and his lips and tongue are doing a VERY good job on me...Yes, you're right. He does...Thank you for inviting me over and sharing. You're such a good friend!"

The way she was chatting, you'd never know that her hips were churning faster and faster on my face as I frantically sucked and licked on her slit. Claire's clit was like a little pebble as it dragged over my lips and nose.

Then Claire hunched a bit lower and pushed her clit against the bottom of my nose and started rocking.

"Lick my hole, Mike. That's it! Shove your tongue up! OH GOD, Val! I'm going to cum all over your husband's face. OH! OH! AHHHHHHhhhhhhh."

I kept licking as juices poured out and Claire's whole body shook. She didn't squirt the way Valerie did, but there was a lot of it. Little aftershocks rippled through her as she sagged down and her movements slowed.

"What? Yes, it was VERY nice. Your hubby certainly knows how to suck off a gal...Yes, I'll bet he has. Every chance you get, too, I'll bet!...Yes, you can. Just a moment."

Claire got off and held the phone to my ear.

"Mike? Is Claire treating you all right?"

"She has me tied to the bed, a strap around my cock and just forced me to make her cum."

"Sounds as if you're having a great time."

"Not really. She won't let ME cum!"

"My poor baby! That just won't do."

"Um, what are you up to? Did you...you know..."

"No, I haven't yet. We've brought each other off. Is it all right with you if I let Steve fuck me?"

"And if I said no?"

"I would walk out right now."

"Really? You could do that?"

"Absolutely! Of course, I'd have to go down to my room and frig myself into oblivion."

I looked up at Claire. "Well, I'll make you a deal. You tell Claire to make me cum and you can go ahead and fuck this Steve as much as you like."

"Deal! Put her on!"

Claire knew I had her and she put the phone back to her ear with a very petulant expression on her face.

"You two are such spoil sports!" she told Val. "I was having a lot of fun here!...Yes, I will. I promise...You wouldn't!...Okay, I believe you. Yes, he will cum, long and hard...Well then, get off the phone and get to it!...Yes, I will...Goodness, Val! Right now?...Judging from that moan, I'll bet it does. Well, I'll hang up and let you get to it...Yes, I will."

She hung up. "I'll be you think you're pretty clever."

"Well...yeah." I answered with what I hoped was a superior expression.

Claire's eyebrows flashed up for a moment. "I may have promised to let you cum, but you never said anything about letting you go."

"You wouldn't!"

"Want to bet?" she said as she busied herself removing the cock strap.

Straddling me again, she rose up on her knees over my groin with my cock pointing straight at her opening. Without using her hands, she lined herself up and then slid my cock inside. Her vagina was slick with her moisture and tight as a fist. It felt like heaven. With a few little wiggles, she settled herself onto me.

"That is so nice, Michael. Yours is what a cock should feel like."

I looked up. Covered with a sheen of fine sweat, her short hair as disheveled as it ever got and the flush to her face and upper chest, Claire looked beautiful. A walking, talking, torturing wet dream. I told her so and she laughed delightedly, then leaned down and kissed my nose.

"For that, you deserve something special!"

"What?"

"This."

She stopped moving and vagina rippled over my shaft in the most amazing manner, almost as if it was a hand, squeezing and kneading.

"Christ!" I gasped. "Where the hell did you learn how to do that?"

She shrugged. "I've always been able to do it. I didn't know it was anything out of the ordinary until the guys started practically lining up at my door when I was in high school."

She did it again and it felt even more hair-raising.

"What else can you do?"

"This."

Claire's pussy gripped my cock very hard and she pulled up with her legs, practically taking it with her. I swear my eyes rolled up in my head.

She reached down to touch my balls. "You're very close."

Then, astoundingly, she got off me.

"Hey!" I wailed. "You promised!"

She looked over her shoulder at me as she wiggled her way to the bathroom. "I have to pee." Stopping in the doorway, she turned. "And besides, I want you to think about how incredible it's going to feel when I come back and fuck you into oblivion."

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I had a really nasty thought while I was talking on the phone with Mike and Claire. Part of it came from the fact that I'd had to lean over the far side of the bed to retrieve the cell from my purse which I'd dumped on the floor, and part of it was the images which my conversation with them had conjured up: Claire, naked and acting bitchy and Michael helpless on the bed with his cock standing proud.

So I rose to my knees and turned a bit so my rear end was facing the door to the bedroom, knowing that any minute Steve would come in and see me. I was pretty sure he'd take the hint.

He didn't disappoint.

Mike had just put Claire back on the phone when I felt the bed move and Steve knelt in the space between my spread legs. His cock bumped against my rear end, so I moved my legs a bit farther apart until it slipped underneath. Looking back underneath me, I could see the head poking out between my legs.

Steve pulled back a bit and rubbed the head around my opening, then with exquisite slowness his cock began to slide in.

Now I've had two big cocks before. Robbie's was the longest (he told me it was 12") and Dave's, while shorter, was as big around as a soda can.

With Robbie, I had to watch that he didn't go all the way in because it could really hurt when it bottomed out, and Dave's cock stretched me open to the point where it hurt when he really pounded me. With both, I could never completely relax, or just let them go at it. To be honest, neither of them really knew had to wield their instruments to the best result, either.

Steve was all together different. That first fuck with him is something I'll always remember fondest about our time together. I was already very wet and oh so ready.

He lined himself up, then pushed. Not much happened, so I leaned back when I felt him move again. His cock opened me up deliciously and that big head just popped in. Steve waited a moment then began to push forward as I pushed back. He slid into me in one go, but it was done so slowly, it seemed to take hours until I'd completely engulfed him.

It was sort of like the fairy tale, but this time it should have been called Goldilocks and the Three Peckers. I'd had one that was too long , one that was too fat and one that was just right... And that one was inside of me now.

Steve's cock was perfect. I was completely filled but not the slightest bit uncomfortable. When he started to pull back out, I reached behind with my free hand and held him in place, wanting to prolong the feeling of first having him inside me.

What made the whole situation completely surrealistic was that I was carrying on a conversation with Claire at the same time. "You have to let him come...If you don't, no more Sybian...Want to bet?...I have to run. I'm about to get fucked hard...Remember your promise...I'm going to hang up and enjoy the delicious cock inside me...Ahhhh! He feels so damn good!...Bye, Claire. I'm hanging up!"

Keeping my hand on Steve's hip, I looked back over my shoulder. "You feel absolutely incredible inside me."

"I could say the same about you," he replied, pushing at me with little jabs. "Would you like me to continue?"

"Oh, yes! But take it slowly. I want to savor you."

"No wham, bam, thank you ma'am?"

"Maybe later. Right now I want it long and slow."

I flattened my chest against the bed and raised my rear end a little higher. Steve, putting his hands on my rear end began to fuck me as ordered: long strokes of exquisite slowness.

As he withdrew, I would clamp down and could feel every ridge and vein on his cock -- especially that fat head on it! On the in-strokes, he'd make it swell even larger and I swear my eyes were bugging out.

I was beyond all words, communication had been stripped down to guttural noises: sighs, groans, moans and even whimpering as I was ravaged beyond anything I could have imagined. Steve's cock had been made for my pussy and we both could feel how special that was.

As my passion rose, so did my involvement, and I was soon doing as much fucking as he was. Despite what I'd said earlier, my body seemed to be demanding our lovemaking become harder, more animalistic.

I was up on my arms now, pushing back, arching my back for the best penetration. Steve had one hand twined in my hair, the other buried between my legs from the front as he pulled and squeezed my clit. The sound of our sweaty bodies slapping together filled my ears, the aroma of our heat filled my nose. My brain was in another place where I'd become a fucking machine, bent on achieving the release my body demanded. My lover was grunting with each slap, pulling back on my hair until it almost hurt.

My orgasm held off far longer than I would have expected but that made it all the more sweet when it came. At the end I could only hold on under the onslaught of Steve's manhood sliding and withdrawing faster and harder than any lovemaking I had ever experienced.

With the heat building deep inside me, I managed to groan, "Keep going. You're fucking me so good! Whatever...you do...don't stop!"

"Do...you...want me...to cum...inside...you?"

"I don't care where you cum! Just make sure...uhhhh...I do first! Good God, Steve, it's so good! SO FUCKING GOOD!"

My breasts were swaying, the nipples scrapping the bedspread deliciously. Just as I approached my peak, Steve slid his thumb down my crack and deep into my ass. It was unexpected and utterly mind-blowing.

I screamed and moaned and felt as if I was turning inside out with the force of my orgasm. He kept going, pounding into me just as hard. I had another orgasm, than another.

Finally, Steve's cock swelled impossibly and pulsed repeatedly as I felt the warmth of his semen bathing my interior. Two or three more hard thrusts and we were done.

A sweaty mess, I collapsed onto my stomach and Steve followed, lying with his head on my left shoulder, his marvelous cock still buried inside me, as he gently thrust a bit more, unwilling for it to be over.

He moved and lightly kissed my hair. "Are you always this good?"

I giggled and feeling saucy answered, "No. I'm usually better."

Steve groaned as he rolled off me. "Then I may not survive the night!"

I lay there feeling his semen seeping out of me. When I moved, my clit dragged over the bedspread, sending aftershocks through me. If Steve hadn't been there, I might have humped myself to another orgasm.




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 11



I knew I was out of control and I loved that feeling. What was different this time was that I'd been the one to instigate it. I'd gone out after this guy. Sure, he'd flashed all the right signals, but nothing would have come of it if I hadn't strutted into that bar tonight.

I knew now that this was what I wanted and needed for all those years. Not every night or even once a month but at least occasionally. I thrust all the other questions and problems to the background to be dealt with in the morning. The die was cast and I was determined to revel in my night of debauchery.

Turning to look at Steve, I asked, "How long does it take you to recharge those batteries after a second orgasm?"

"Depends on the woman I'm with," he answered with a lazy smile. "Who were you talking to on the phone when I came in?"

"You won't believe it."

"Try me."

"My husband and my best friend. She has him tied to the bed at the moment so she can have her way with him."

Steve shook his head. "Man! You lead some crazy life!"

"My husband is a very generous and understanding man. He deserves Claire." I rolled over next to Steve. "My turn: who was that at the door?"

"Geez! I got so distracted by your inviting derriere when I came back into the room, that I clean forgot!. Come with me."

Steve took my hand and led me out to the living room. There on the coffee table was champagne in a wine cooler, strawberries and chocolate over a little warmer.

I gave him a huge smile. "This is very, very nice. You are such a sweet man!" 

Turning, I pressed myself against him and we locked lips in a deep kiss. My legs were apart a bit, and since I still had my heels on, I was high enough to feel something rising up between them.

"Someone's knocking at my door," I sang in a low voice.

Steve laughed. "So THAT'S what that old song means! I never knew."

We moved to the sofa and sat. Steve poured the bubbly and I reached for one of the huge and very ripe strawberries. Fantastic!

I dipped the strawberry and placed it between my teeth. Turning to Steve, he moved forward to take it from me which of course smeared the chocolate. After that, I insisted he lick it off. Anyone could guess where the game went after that, which was obviously his plan all along.

A short time later, he had chocolate all over the head of his cock and I was between his legs giving him a close and personal inspection. As much as I wanted to, there was no way I could comfortably get him in my mouth, so I busied myself licking it all off. He didn't complain.

I looked up. "May I ask a personal question?"

"Sure."

"How big is this thing?"

"I don't really know."

"Oh, come on. There's not a man on the planet who hasn't measured his pecker at one time or other!"

"Like women measuring their breasts?"

I swirled my tongue around the fat head of his cock, making it twitch and swell even further. "That's a bit different. We have to buy bras." One more quick lick. "Come on. Give!"

He shrugged. "All right, but these are my ex wife's measurements. It's 10 inches long, but it sometimes gets to 10 1/2 when I'm really turned on.

Grabbing his cock in both hands, I squeezed and pulled on it. "Like now?"

"Mmmm, yes..."

"And how big around?"

Steve's voice was a low growl. "Just short of 7 1/2."

I kissed the head. "And this part?"

"Um, 9 inches."

"Do you know your cock is perfect?" I asked leaning back to gaze at it. That little bend up towards the end was very enticing...

"It is?"

"Absolutely. And right now, I want it inside me again."

Steve put his glass down and leered at me. "And how does milady want it?"

"You on top this time." I got down on the floor. "Hand me a couple of sofa pillows, okay?"

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Claire's steaming twat lowering over my cock gripped like a velvet glove. It was hard to believe she was so tight after living with Davey for five years.

She opened her eyes. "Feels good, huh, Mike?" I could tell by your eyes how much you've wanted to be inside me the past few weeks. How come you never asked? Val wouldn't have minded, you know."

"I, uh, didn't think it would be a good idea."

"Why not? Don't you realize how much things have changed? Your wife is out fucking some stud muffin and she asked me to come over to service you. Wouldn't you say that's pretty out there?"

"Well, put like that..."

"And you've enjoyed this evening, haven't you?" She grinned. "There! Your cock just answered for you again!"

Damn my cock! It's always given me away. That's how Val had known that I liked the idea of her getting it on with Robbie, which is what started this whole thing. Not that her body didn't give her away too.

Her activities this night were different, though. For the first time, she was doing the using if what she'd intimated was correct.

Yeah, I guess things were changing. Would they be for the better? Or were we going down a very bad path?

Claire had herself well seated on my cock after lots of rather hair-raising wiggles. The flush on her face and chest were stronger than ever. (Ya gotta love redheads for that!)

"I think this cock you've got is just about perfect for me." She rocked her hips forward and back a few time. "That is SO nice! But I'm forgetting my promise. You're about to cum, and I'm not going to move."

"Well, I certainly can't move."

"You don't have to, because I'm going to do this."

A look of concentration came over Claire's face and then I felt her pussy begin to twitch. No, that's the wrong word. It began to tighten and loosen up and down the length of my cock, almost like she was squeezing it with her hands.

"Holy God..." I moaned. I'd never felt anything like it. "How the hell do you do that?"

Above me, she shrugged. "Don't know. I've always been able to. Sort of like my cock sucking abilities. They just were there when I started messing around. I was quite popular with the boys.

"I imagine so," I gasped as the pulsations became stronger.

After the hours of teasing, I knew it would be long and Claire was aware of that too. Just as I was about to peak, she stopped and pulled off.

"Claire! You promised!"

"I know, and that's the last time, really. I'm just making certain that you have the greatest "O" of your life. Do you know how much you're going to cum when I finally take you over the edge? Now, this is not all altruistic. I want you to bathe me inside with your cum. I love that feeling and haven't had it since I left Davey."

I was shocked, a hot little number like her. "You haven't had anyone else?"

She kissed my nose. "Saving myself for you, sugar."

With that, she sank down my length quickly. The internal squeezing began at once and this time it was much harder and faster. Claire reached down between her legs.

It only took about 30 seconds for it to happen. White hot light shot through my whole body and it felt as if the top of my head had cracked open. My cock spasmed over and over and over until it felt as if ever ounce of liquid in my body had shot out through it.

Claire came shortly after, clamping down hard on my softening cock as she threw her head back and made a sound I can only describe as a roar. Then she collapsed on my chest.

"Claire, can you let me go now? My arms are very sore, and besides, I want to hold you."

She raised herself up a bit and kissed me hard. "Now there's an offer a girl can't refuse."

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I looked down at the gorgeous, lusty creature lying sprawled on the sofa pillows, long brown hair haloed around her head, her perfect body ready and waiting. Her breasts were still high and proud, her muscles toned and I don't think she had an ounce of excess fat on her. In short, I'd ever seen a woman more beautiful than Valerie Brown was at that moment. Knowing I'd soon be inside that body, I felt as if I'd died and gone to heaven.

She gazed up with eyes full of desire. "Are you going to keep me waiting all night? I want that cock now, mister!"

As I knelt between her legs, she wrapped them around my butt, pulling me to her. I reached over for the third sofa pillow.

"Here, put this under you."

She flashed a very enticing pout. "Two are enough."

"No. If we get you up higher, you'll enjoy this a lot more."

"Why?

"Because the blood will rush to your head. And when you feel how it intensifies your orgasm, believe me, you'll be hooked on this technique. It's a real rush."

It didn't take long to get her settled once again. With Val's legs spread and her pussy open, her clit stood proudly over all. I'd seen a couple of big ones on Internet sites, but never one in the flesh.

"Can I suck it again?" I asked giving it a little tweak.

She shivered. "No. Now is time for fucking. You can suck me off later. Right now I want you inside me!" As I touched the head of my cock against her open pussy, she added, "But you can pull on it gently while you fuck me."

I pushed into Valerie more quickly this time and the groans that followed the progress of my cock into her pussy let me know she approved. She kept moving her hips searching for something, and when she found it, her eyes opened wide and she growled, "Now THAT is nice!"

The next twenty minutes were mind-blowing. Since I'd already come twice, I had a lot of stamina and needed every bit of it. Valerie began orgasming almost as soon as I touched her clit, and I don't know if it was many or just one long one, but she writhed, moaned, screamed and shook for almost the whole time I was inside her.

I've fucked women for extended periods, but they usually have peaks and valleys. Valerie was insatiable, urging me -- demanding is a better word -- to keep on pistoning into her as she went higher and higher. No peaks and valleys from her!

Finally, as I was beginning to get close, her thrusting stopped and she lay there tense, an expectant look on her face with her entire body trembling.

I dropped my hips a bit so that I could push more forcefully against the upper part of her pussy, rubbing her G spot, and this is what finally set off the most explosive orgasm I've ever seen.

Valerie let out a long, loud groan, her eyes rolled up into her head and her body shook once, twice, three, times. Her juices shoot out all over the place again.

Then she fainted.

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When I opened my eyes, I was lying on Steve's bed, a cold washcloth on my forehead. He was sitting next to me.

"You passed out."

"Really? I remember the whole world exploding and then zip. Hope I didn't scare you."

"Startled me is all. That was one hell of a ride, lady!"

"Did you get to cum?"

"Almost."

"Oh, how rude of me!" I said with a big grin. "We're going to have to rectify that as soon as I pull myself together. Was the intensity of that last orgasm really caused by having my head below the level of my hips? If that's the case, you were right; I'm sold."

Steve left for a moment and came back with the champagne. "Here, drink a little of this restorative."

I took the glass and downed it in one swallow and his eyes opened wide in surprise. The bedside clock said 1:45, and while I was tired, I wasn't ready to stop.

Steve got back on the bed and I went to work on his cock, licking, pulling, playing with his balls, all in an effort to get him hard.

"You certainly know how to do that," he groaned.

I swirled my tongue around the head. "I've had plenty of practice on my husband. I'm just a bit sorry I can't get this thing in my mouth."

"Only a bit?"

I grinned. "Well, you have no idea what the head of your cock feels like inside a girl. It is absolutely divine! As a matter of fact..." I put my right leg over Steve, sort of balancing on my foot and other knee so that I could get the head of his cock against my opening. "This is the best part."

With that, I pushed down. The head of his cock sort of stayed there for a second, as I began to open. Then it popped inside. I was so wet and stretched by this time that I had myself seated all the way on him with only two more pushes. And it felt as great as ever.

We both looked at each other, lust in our eyes as I leaned back with my hands on his knees and started to slide my hips forward and back. The friction on the top of my vagina felt absolutely out of this world.

Using Claire's squeezing techniques I soon had Steve gasping and groaning and was rewarded within ten minutes by another spasm of his mighty cock as it erupted inside me. I'd flicked my clit to several nice cums, but none as nice as that one I'd had on the living room floor.

We showered after that, dozed a bit, then fucked once more before I slipped out his door at 5 a.m. No sense causing more talk than necessary.

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At 10:30 the next morning, I eased of yet another sales meeting to call home. Back east it would be 7:30 and Mike would be up to get ready for work -- if Claire hadn't done him in the evening before.

His groggy voice answering the phone showed she had. "Val? What time is it?"

"Just after 7:30 your time. Aren't you going to work today?"

"Work? No way. I can hardly move."

"Claire gave you a good workout?"

"Oh my God! You would not believe what she did to me. I'm a total wreck." He rustled around for a moment. "How was your evening?"

"I'm pretty wiped too, but it was quite enjoyable."

"Only 'quite enjoyable'?"

"All right, I got my brains fucked out last night. Steve is magnificent." Mike didn't answer back. "Hey, are you still okay with this?"

"Yeah...I am. It just struck me how odd it is to be talking like this. So he was good?"

"His cock was, and he knew how to use it. Not like Robbie and Davey battering me half to death."

"So you liked him better than me?"

"Michael Brown, get this through your thick head once and for all: NO ONE is as good as you. I'm in lust with Steve's cock, not him. The only thing wrong with last night was you weren't attached to the cock that was fucking me so royally. If I could have anything in the world, it would be that."

"That's the only thing that scares me about what we're doing, Val. I couldn't bear it if you found someone else and didn't want me anymore."

"Ain't gonna happen. You mean way too much to me." My eyes started to fill. "And you can take that to the bank. I can't imagine any other man allowing their wife to do what I did last night. You must have a lot of faith in me and that will never be abused again. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to get on that airplane and head home to you without a look back."

"And what about tonight?"

"Well, Steve has asked to take me out to dinner."

"And after?"

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to fuck him some more. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, sure..."

"Do I detect something in your voice?"

"Well... Claire is coming back later and I thought she deserved a little pay back for what she did to me last night."

"You're going to lock her onto the Sybian, don't you?"

"You know me too well, Valerie," he chuckled.

"She's going to fight that. She wants to be in control."

"Let's just say that I've thought of a way that she's going to have to lock herself onto it."

"Oh, that's very wicked."

"And you better watch yourself, too," Mike laughed. "I'm after you next."

"I love you so much!"

"I feel the same. Now, get back to your meetings."

"And tonight?"

"Get laid again if you want. Just save some for me when you get home."

"You get my body AND my love, Mike dear. And you'd better be ready for it!"

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

My second night with Steve was just as good as the first. I'd done a bit of shopping at lunch to buy something suitable and came away with cute black dress. 

He took me out to a nice restaurant, then to a club where we danced for a couple of hours, and finally back to his room where we screwed several more times.

The best of that round was when I was heading back to my room in the wee hours and Steve took me one last time. I'd already given him my thong as a memento of our time together, when he pushed me up against the door to his room, pulled up my dress and slipped his length right into me. I was moaning as he pounded me hard and could hear several people stopping in the hallway to listen. It all felt deliciously wicked.

I could feel another strong orgasm building and just as it began to peak, he again slid his thumb all the way up my ass. I came very hard, long and loud, much to the disgust of some old lady listening in.

As I tried to pull myself together again, Steve took me in his arms. "If your husband ever decides to be a complete fool and let you go, please call me."

I kissed him hard. "Steve, it has been a trip. You are a wonderful lover and a very nice man, but don't get your hopes up."

"You are the most extraordinary woman I've ever met. I'm glad we hooked up."

"That's something that's been puzzling me."

"What?"

"How come you were so interested in me right from the get-go of our meetings? I certainly didn't act sexy and covered myself up in the most unrevealing outfits imaginable. You had all those tartlets circling you, not to mention the fact that I was the oldest woman present. What gives? I didn't come here looking for any 'entanglements' -- not that I'm sorry that I found one!"

Steve laughed. "You weren't as clever as you thought. Your flight came in at the same time mine did. I was at the next baggage carrousel over. Every guy around was just about drooling over the long-legged beauty in the tight jeans. Imagine my surprise when you walked into the first sales meeting, looking like some librarian. I KNEW their had to be a good story there!"

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: In answer to several questions sent my way, yes, there will be one more chapter. I just kind of lost some steam at this point and wanted to move on to other characters, other situations. As soon as I have some time to devote to it, there will be a last, and hopefully, very satisfactory chapter.



Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 12



I know it's been far too long coming, but here's the last installment in this series. Thanks to all of you who have been interested and for your insights. I hope you all enjoy it. VW

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"Honey, I'm home!" Valerie shouted out as she dropped her luggage with a resounding thump in the front hall, then rose up to her full height, twisting and bending in an effort to get some of the travel kinks out of her back. Between her legs, her pussy was still throbbing from the assault it had withstood over the past two evenings Val had spent with Mike. Come to think of it, her jaw hurt, too.

"I'm in the bedroom," Mike called back.

Strange, Val thought as she headed off in that direction. I would have thought he'd have met me at the door when he heard the car pull into the driveway.

Dressed only in briefs, Mike was lying on top of the coverlet, looking like a man completely out of gas. Knowing how Claire could be when she got going, Val smiled slightly, thinking that she'd probably hit the nail right on the head.

"How come you're still in bed?" she asked and looked down at her watch. "It's nearly noon."

Groaning, Mike tried to sit up, but flopped back down. "I am so sore."

"From what?" she teased.

"From what you're friend Claire did to me the other night. Yesterday, I just barely made it through the day, but today it's even worse. I can barely move without my muscles knotting up. I had to take a leak about four hours ago, and it took me 15 minutes just to get up."

Valerie came over and took her husband's hand. "Did that mean old Claire wear my baby out?"

"Mean old Claire is right!" Mike said with surprising heat. "Your cute little friend spent the whole night torturing me!"

Val was inclined to laugh at what she thought was an overstatement, but was quite unhappy by the time Mike had finished his story.

"I was tied tight, stretched out on this bloody bed for nearly 7 hours. Every muscle in my body just aches. I feel as if someone stuffed me in a blender and hit 'frappe'."

"Didn't you tell her she was taking her little game too far?"

"About every 5 minutes." Mike looked up. "In truth, Claire's game may have led her to believe that I was lying about being so uncomfortable."

"I don't care. She should have been more careful. Look at you! You can barely blink without wincing. That isn't what I call fun."

Valerie stood up, and quickly undressed. Mike watched appreciatively as his wife undid her tight jeans and wiggled them down her legs, kicking off her sneakers before taking them completely off. Next came her turtleneck sweater, bulky, but not really hiding her firm breasts. Underneath, she had no underwear.

God, she's beautiful, Mike thought as his cock twitched a bit. Claire is an enchanting little minx, but my Valerie is one hell of a gorgeous woman. There's really no comparison.

Laying down on the bed, Valerie cuddled against Mike for a few minutes, luxuriating in his body's warmth.

"We've spoken about my weekend," Mike began, "but how was yours?"

Valerie didn't speak for over a minute, and Mike began to get apprehensive. Had this guy she'd met turned her head?"

"Do you really want to hear? she finally asked.

"Yes," and once more, despite his mounting concern, his cock twitched a bit, something Val would certainly notice.

She giggled, showing that she had indeed seen the telltale twitch, then said, "Well, I got my brains fucked out by a guy with the largest cock I've ever seen. I lost count of the orgasms I had the first night we were together. Last night there were even more. Steve was just a fucking machine." Then Val's hand snaked over Mike's hip, pulled his briefs down and grabbed his cock which had become surprisingly hard in just a few moments. "Does my friend hurt, too?"

"It's about the only part of my body that doesn't."

She stroked him for a few minutes longer. "Steve may have been fun for a one-time thing, but my pussy is so sore right now, I have trouble sitting down. The plane trip home was torture." She tugged on Mike deliciously. "Big cocks are fun once in a while, but this one I'm holding is most definitely my favorite."

"If you keep doing that, we're going to have to clean up a mess," her husband groaned.

"Oh, we can't have that." She slid down along his side, propping herself up on her elbows with her head just over his now fully-erect cock. Flicking out her tongue, she asked, "How about if I just gave you a good blowjob? I would not enjoy being fucked today, probably not even tomorrow."

"I don't think I could do much thrusting anyway, not the way my body feels."

Valerie dropped her head, her mouth engulfing the fat head of Mike's cock. Applying a bit of suction, she swirled her tongue over the sensitive opening. Using one hand, she cupped his balls firmly, knowing how much he liked that.

"Christ, that's good!" he moaned.

She stopped and looked up. "I take it that a blowjob is okay then?"

"Oh, yes, please!"

"Good, because you're going to get the best one you've ever had."

"Just don't tease me too much."

She grinned at him. "Would I ever do something like that to my loving husband?"

But she did -- and it was.

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After he'd soaked with Valerie in the hot tub, followed by a long massage, Mike could move a little easier. She cooked a light meal of grilled lamb chops and salad, with several shots of "muscle relaxant", their name for his favorite Scotch. After eating, they cuddled on the sofa, watching a movie in the den with Valerie rubbing his sore shoulders.

Later, getting into bed, he was looking forward to the following day, one where he planned on just sitting around in the back yard, enjoying his wife's company, and maybe with a little more of her sensuous mouth around his cock.

Cuddling up against Mike, Valerie was thinking of Claire and the revenge she planned on taking out on the redheaded girl for doing her man wrong. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help noticing a tingle between her legs as she thought of what she might do.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

By Monday, Valerie was feeling a lot better between her legs, and reflecting on her time with Steve, she was terrifically horny all day. It was Claire's day off, so she didn't have to spend the day feeling awkward around the young woman, but spent the day refining her plans on what she would do.

With a little adjusting to the work schedule for the store, Val was easily able to arrange for both of them to have that coming Friday off. She would invite Claire over to have a swim in the pool and a bit of lunch.

But that wouldn't be what would actually take place.

Feeling incredibly wicked, Val had spent the evenings on Monday and Wednesday doing some research on the Internet and then some shopping at a rather disreputable store in a nearby town. Home Depot and her own supply of "toys" supplied the rest of what she would be needing. 

She kept Mike in the dark about her plans, although he'd be very much involved when the time came.

Tuesday evening, however, with her genitals feeling much more like their old selves, she made sure that Mike went to bed a happy man. Perhaps it was her plans for Claire, but Val took a much more aggressive role in their lovemaking that night, much to her husband's delight. He seemed to especially like it when she rode his face, one arm behind her, pulling on his engorged cock. He quickly got the idea that she wanted him to suck on her splendidly large clit which seemed longer and fatter than he remembered. She must really have been turned on. The way he swirled his tongue around it as she fucked his face had her coming nearly constantly for a surprisingly long amount of time.

Valerie found herself more turned on than ever by exercising her feminine powers.

"What's gotten into you this evening?" Mike asked as she finally lifted her crotch off his face which was a gooey mess.

Valerie slid down his torso until his throbbing cock contacted the opening between her legs. With a delicious course correction, he easily slid inside as she pushed back slowly.

With a purr in her voice, she looked down at him. "You haven't -- until now."

Then she fucked him silly.

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Claire was due at noon, but Valerie knew she'd probably be late. She nearly always was. Still, she was ready and waiting by the front door, handcuffs at the ready, a good fifteen minutes before the girl actually arrived.

At work during the earlier part of the week, Val had kept her distance from her young friend, only making a reference to Mike telling her that his time with her had been "quite memorable". The strained muscles and bruises the redheaded girl had caused were not even alluded to.

As Claire's bright blue Mini raced down their street and pulled into the driveway with a small squeal of its tires, Valerie shifted the handcuffs behind her back and mentally went over what would happen next.

Unsuspecting, Claire bounced up the front steps and rang the bell lustily. Val paused for a moment, then opened the door. Her friend came through and reached out her arms for a hug. In a flash, Val had one cuff clicked around the young girl's wrist, pulled behind her back, and it was the work of just a moment more until Claire's other wrist was secured. Completely taken by surprise, she'd actually put up no fight at all.

The expression on the girl's face as Valerie pushed her back against the door was a mixture of surprise, fear and maybe just a touch of excitement?

But she drew herself up and asked, "What the hell is all this about?"

Val's stiff finger poked her friend in the chest. "You went too far this weekend with Mike!"

"But you knew what was going on. We talked over the goddam phone!"

The older woman shook her head. "The poor guy could hardly move when I got home. You can't hold somebody stretched out that long."

Claire rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. He didn't really complain all that much. I thought it was just because he wanted to cum and I wouldn't let him."

"Mike's not like that. You should have known better."

"So what are you going to do? Give me a good spanking or something?" 

It was clear from the way Claire spoke that she might find a good spanking something to enjoy. Val would have to remember that for when Mike got home from work.

"Oh no, my dear, this is going to be more than that," Val said, grinning evilly.

Claire's expression showed slightly more concern.

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Mike was delayed by traffic that day, but since he had no idea what had been planned for his evening, he wasn't the least bit concerned when he pulled in the driveway at 7:00, an hour later than normal. It didn't surprise him to see Claire's jaunty, little Mini.

Stepping into the house, he was greeted by silence. From the front door, you could see through the dining room into the kitchen, but there was no dinner on the stove, no Val. He checked the door of the fridge where she would have left a note if she'd gone out somewhere with her friend.

Nothing.

"Val? You home?"

"Up in the bedroom!"

What was all this about? If Claire was here, why were they up in the bedroom? Could they be? No, Valerie was not into women. Claire he wasn't so sure about.

Walking up the stairs, Mike removed his tie. The door to the bedroom was partially closed, so he pushed it open and stopped, frozen by what he saw.

They'd recently bought a new king size bed with a metal frame and rather ornate headboard. It was quite strong and they could fasten some of their restraining devices in rather interesting ways. Val hadn't often been in the mood recently, and Mike himself wouldn't be after what Claire had done to him.

Judging by what met his eyes, Claire would be feeling the same way soon -- or might already be.

The young woman was completely naked, her arms extended straight out along one of the headboard's metal crossbeams and fastened securely at her wrists and elbows. Two of their long nylon restraining straps were velcroed tight around her ankles and tied around the finials at each end of the headboard, so that her legs were straight out and up, bending her body quite a bit at the waist. In her mouth was Val's ball gag. Her body was covered in sweat.

That was a lot to take in, but what drew Mike's gaze was at the apex of her legs which were opened obscenely wide. Claire's cute little snatch was shaved clean. It naturally always had a pink glow because of the light shade of skin, and when she was turned on (as she had been the other night), it got even redder. Right now it was nearly purple and quite swollen. The lubrication flowing from her opening had soaked the bed in a big circle around her rear end. Mike also noticed one of the butt plugs he'd bought for Val peeking out of her rosebud.

Raising his eyes to meet Claire's, he could see the pleading in them.

His wife was nowhere to be seen. Just what the hell was going on?

Just then he heard someone padding up the stairs. Turning he saw his wife. She was naked, too.

"Hi Michael," kissing his cheek as she came by. "You're pretty late tonight." Her voice showed a total lack of concern at what was happening on the bed.

"Val..."

Ignoring his voice, she walked over to the bed and patted Claire on the cheek. "How's my little honey lamb? Now that Michael is home the real fun can begin."

Picking up one of their more powerful vibrators from the bedside table, Valerie knelt between Claire's legs, making the poor girl jump and wiggle. Muffled sounds came from behind the ball gag.

"Valerie!" Mike said much louder.

She didn't stop what she was doing, but did answer, "What, Mike?"

"Just what the hell is going on?"

"I'm teaching Claire some manners." She said it with about as much concern as if she'd said, "I'm doing the laundry."

"What?"

"The other day she made you suffer. Right now I'm showing her what real suffering is."

"You're torturing the poor girl!"

Claire's eyes bore into Mike's, trying hard to let him know that she agreed with that assessment completely.

Val looked over her shoulder. "Nonsense. She's no more uncomfortable than you were."

Claire was squirming more wildly now as Val teased the girl's very swollen clit with the tip of the vibrator. Clearly she was either incredibly uncomfortable or rapidly approaching a mind-blowing orgasm.

Just as Claire's eyes started to bug out and her breathing got very fast, Val switched off the vibrator and returned it to the bedside table. The girl's eyes followed Val's movements and the sound she made from behind her gag was clearly a groan as she sagged back onto the bed. Her genitals were now an angry purple. A few tears trickled down her cheeks.

Looking completely unconcerned, Valerie walked past her husband, saying, "I could use a nice glass of chilled white wine about now. Care to join me, Mike?

Shaking his head, Mike followed silently. Once downstairs, he grabbed his wife's arm and turned her around.

"Tell me what's going on?"

"Like I said upstairs, Claire's getting some of her own medicine. I'm teaching her what happens to people who don't take proper care of my man." 

As she took a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured two glasses, Mike asked, "How long has this been going on?"

His wife glanced up at the clock. "Since about 1:00. I had Claire handcuffed and stewing in her own juices for a while before I got to work."

"And what does that mean?"

"Well, first, I took her down to the basement so she could watch me pleasure myself on the Sybian. That always gets her hot. She also probably thought that I was going to strap her in and leave her to orgasm herself into a stupor.

"A little later I took her jeans off, gave her a nice close shave, then rubbed a special gel I bought a few days ago all over her genitals. She also got a half a Viagra pill as insurance."

"Is that why her twat is so red and swollen?"

Val looked at Mike over the rim of her glass. "Partially. I also pumped it up with another toy I bought, just to make everything really sensitive. Believe me, between the way I've been bringing her to the edge and the effect of the two drugs, she has a real itch to have an orgasm."

"Back up. You used a pump?"

"Yeah, it's a plastic thingy that goes over a woman's pussy and you create a vacuum by squeezing out the air. Just like those pecker enhancing pumps you see advertised on the Internet. Surely, you've seen those! That's why Claire had to be freshly shaved."

"How long has she been fastened to the bed like that?

Val looked up at the clock. "Five hours, give or take a few minutes." She smiled evilly. "Guess it wasn't a good night for you to come home late."

"Jesus, Valerie, do you have any idea what being trussed up like that feels like?"

"She does now. That's why Claire has the ball gag in her mouth. She was threatening to yell loud enough to attract the neighbor's attention."

Mike finally took a big swallow of wine. "Did you ever stop to think she just might go to the police afterwards?"

Val said simply, "Oh, she wouldn't do that. She's our friend."

His response to that bit of logic was an even larger sip of wine.

"I'm going upstairs to release her," he said, draining his glass.

Val grabbed his arm. "Please, Mike, let me see this out my way. You're right; it's probably been enough time. We'll go up together, but just let me do all the talking, okay?"

Mike followed his wife's glorious bottom up the stairs, something he never tired of doing. Having it naked was even more of a plus.

The moment they walked into the room, Claire began struggling and her voice would undoubtedly have been very loud indeed if there hadn't been a red ball gag stuffed in her face. Mike began to worry that he might be right and that Val might have gotten them into a whole pile of trouble.

Val stood near the head of the bed, hands on hips, and said sternly, "So, Claire, have you learned your lesson.

The girl's eyes blazed for a moment, then her head moved up and down, but just once.

Valerie said, "Good. Now, I want you to apologize to Mike."

Reaching over to the center of the bed, Mike couldn't help notice that his wife's crotch was very close to Claire's face. The small redhead was also aware of it. It took a few moments to get it untied, and as Val struggled with the knot, girl and twat inched even closer together. Mike's cock stirred in his pants.

Finally, the gag swung free and Val stood up again, putting it on the night table.

"Valerie, I am going to pay you back for this someday!" Claire shouted.

"Oh dear. I may have to put this back in," Val answered, as she reached down for the gag.

"I apologize, Michael, unreservedly," the girl quickly said, looking at him in the doorway. "I got a little carried away, and I'm sorry that I hurt you." Then she smiled impishly, "But you can't say you didn't enjoy it a little, can you?"

Val looked over her shoulder at Mike. "I think a bit more torture is in order for that remark, don't you think?" She picked up a bottle of lubricant, along with a stick-like thing. When had Valerie bought a riding crop?

"You're not going to spank me, are you?" Claire asked in a frightened voice. "Look, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones if you let me go now."

"I don't think so."

After a generous squirt of lubricant on the leather end of the crop, Val got onto the bed between Claire's legs, sitting on her heels. Mike couldn't see well so he moved to the side, watching as his wife proceeded to masturbate the young girl's swollen genitals.

Squirming again, the girl was obviously getting aroused very quickly. The blush on her cheeks rapidly spread to the top of her chest and she was breathing raggedly through her mouth and making a low moaning sound. Just at the point where she was going to lose it, Val flicked the crop and whacked Claire loudly right on her exposed lips.




Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 12



The girl squealed in shock and pain but she could not move away. "Please, Val, don't! Oh Christ, that hurts! Please let me cum. PLEASE!"

Over the next ten minutes, Mike watched Val do the same thing three more times, until tears were running down Claire's face and she was begging for mercy.

Val, probably uncomfortable sitting on her feet for so long had shifted so that she was now resting on her knees and elbows as she tortured her friend deliciously, taunting her in almost the same words Claire had used the weekend before when Mike had been trussed up to this same bed.

Watching the very sexy scene, and then being treated to his wife's delicious bottom sticking up had given Mike a very painful erection and a brilliant idea. Throwing caution to the wind, and with a devilish glint in his eye which Claire immediately caught, he silently removed his clothes and picked up the discarded handcuffs which were on top of the dresser by the door.

Slowly getting on the bed, he gently kissed his wife's bottom then pushed his torso against it. Val spread her legs to give him room and wiggled deliciously, thinking she was going to feel his cock slip inside her. Until it was too late, she didn't realize what was happening as Mike grabbed her wrist, clicked on the cuff like a seasoned cop, and pulled her arm behind her back. Unable to move because of his body and firm grip on her wrist, she was helpless as her pulled her other wrist back and clicked the cuff tightly around it. Before throwing the crop away, Mike gave her a resounding whack across her bottom.

Val couldn't find her voice until the deed was done and she was face down in the bed.

"Michael, what the hell do you think you're doing?" came her muffled voice.

She couldn't see the conspiratorial grin that flashed between Claire and her husband.

"Just getting into the spirit of the evening, my little cupcake."

"Screw her up the ass," Claire laughed. "She deserves it."

This was something they'd only tried once or twice over the years, and it hadn't been very successful. As much as the idea tempted Val, the reality had fallen far short of enjoyable. 

Mike didn't think this was the time to try again, but before he could say that, Valerie cried out, "No! I don't want that. I'll do anything else."

Claire's eyes got big, and Mike couldn't believe it when she said, "Then you'll have to suck me off!"

Mike's erection turned to stone and Valerie couldn't have failed to have noticed with it jammed as it was between her thighs.

The room was silent for a very long moment.

"No."

Mike could feel Val's wetness on his cock and knew that she was getting more turned on, but would she do it? It had always been one of his big fantasies to see his wife with a woman. Claire was his perfect candidate.

He decided to help things along. Putting his hands around Val's waist, he eased himself back. She was more than willing to angle her hips so that his rampant erection lined up with her very moist pussy. Easing forward, Mike slipped into his wife smoothly and to the hilt. Val turned her head to the side and groaned loudly.

Claire, couldn't see much from her vantage point, but to Mike it was obvious that she was more turned on than ever. Her eyes pleaded with him to help get her relief from the drugs and hours of denial.

Mike settled into a pattern of slow, easy and deep thrusts, followed two or three that were fast and hard. He knew that, turned on as she was, Val would quickly build towards orgasm if he fucked her this way.

As she turned on, she would also become more 'pliable'.

As she began to push against her husband's vaginal assault, Mike grabbed her two cuffed hands and pulled back. She couldn't resist the front of her body rising off the bed.

With her face now inches away from the stretched apex of Claire's legs, Mike started thrusting harder, pushing his wife incrementally closer.

Valerie knew immediately what he was doing and began to resist a little. "Please, Mike. No. Please don't make me."

But Mike and Claire both noticed that she wasn't getting angry.

He continued to thrust hard, but worried that he might not be able to hold out. Claire's eyes were down, glued to her friend's slowly approaching face. Tied as she was, she couldn't do much to help, but her hips were trying to hump upward.

"Please tell Mike you don't want me to do this," Val whimpered.

"Oh, but I do, Valerie, very much. I want you to suck and lick my clit until I come all over your pretty face."

With his end rapidly coming into sight, Mike closed his eyes and tried thinking of work, paying taxes, ANYTHING to keep his mind off orgasming as he thrust forward into his wife even harder.

A hiss from Claire told him that Valerie had hit her mark. He pushed her forward so that her face had to be pressing into the young girls genitals. Looking over Val's shoulder showed him that her head was a little low to hit Claire's completely exposed and throbbing clit, so he pulled back harder on her arms, raising her chin, but his view disappeared because of her head being in the way.

However, Claire's response told him all he needed to know.

"Oh dear God, Valerie, suck it! Suck it just like that. Make me cum. Make me cum all over your face!"

Val moved her legs and stuck up her rear end so that Mike could go even deeper and he knew everyone was rapidly approaching their climaxes. He tried harder to block out the sounds of his wife's lips working on their friend's needy genitals and the sounds Claire was making as she urged Val on.

Predictably, Claire went off first, her whole body shaking with the force of her release after all those pent-up hours of frustration. Her torso thrust obscenely, driving her pussy into her torturer's face as she screamed and moaned.

As her face was sprayed by the juices from Claire's massive orgasm, Valerie started to shake and moan herself and Mike knew it was time to not deny himself any longer. Thrusting hard and pushing Val forward even more, he shoved his cock into his wife's steaming depths, releasing pulse after pulse of semen. The force of his orgasm made the room seem to shimmer and shake as he groaned his satisfaction loudly.

It took nearly a minute before his mind gathered itself and he was amazed to hear his wife still sucking lustily on her friends distended genitals. Claire was obviously beside herself as she squirmed and thrust her hips forward as best she could, urging Valerie to keep going.

Mike watched for a while, then pulled away from his wife. Getting up from the bed, he quickly unfastened Claire's impossibly extended legs, then went to work on her arms. Valerie seemed not to notice that Claire was no longer fastened tightly to the bed as her lips and tongue drove the girl to yet another orgasm.

Three massive orgasms later, Valerie collapsed onto her side. Claire had barely moved, other than to put her legs down. Her arms still gripped the poles of the headboard. Mike realized that they were probably cramped and he sat down next to the women, gently moved Claire's right arm and began to rub it. The girl looked at him gratefully.

Valerie eventually rolled over on her back, her face a gooey mess from all Claire's juices. Looking up at her husband and friend with a big smile on her face, she giggled. "Truce?"

Mike leaned over and kissed her. 

Claire voice sounded playfully vexed when she said, "I hate to interrupt this tender moment, but could someone PLEASE remove this plug from my aching butt?" 



Valerie the Magnificent



Val spun around, giggling. "Well, how do I look? I think I'm finally back to where I want to be."

"Absolutely incredible," was all I could get out. She lay down on the bed next to me and I switched off the TV. "You probably will say I'm full of it, but you look better than you did when I met you." Val crawled on top of me, and I got a huge French kiss. I tried the frontal approach one last time. "You're so different the past few months. What's caused it?"

Val shrugged. "I was just feeling like I was getting old and wasn't prepared to just slip into looking like some dumpy old housewife." She started playing with my belt. "Does he want to come out and play?"

"Silly girl, can't you tell?"

"Oh yes, he's already nice and hard, just the way I like him." She rolled away while I removed my clothes in record time. Reaching into the nightstand on her side of the bed, she pulled out the small bottle of lubricant we'd been using for handjobs. "Would you like to start with a little of this tonight?"

She began doing long strokes up and down the length of my cock before I could answer. I simply groaned. It was so slow and sensuous. I turned my head and kissed her hard, and my hand went to her right breast. The nipple was already hard as a bullet and her areolae were swollen, rising up from her breasts. She was really aroused.

"Can I have a little of that lubricant?" I asked.

Val handed me the bottle and I got a bit and then began to massage it into one of her breasts, teasing, twisting and pulling at the nipple, something that never fails to turn her crank.

"Mmmmm. That's so nice."

Val began tugging firmly on my cock in response, and she now knows that's something that really turns my crank. "You're going to have to stop or I'm going to cum all over the place," I said.

Her hand on my cock slowed down, now massaging my balls, too, while we continued to kiss and I played with her breasts. I slid my hand down her now-flat stomach and slipped it between her legs. She rolled completely onto her back and drew her knees up a bit.

Her pussy lips opened, and I found Val was completely drenched as I slipped two fingers up inside her. Using my thumb, I found her very erect clit and started pressing on it rhythmically. Val's hips immediately began twitching and her breathing quickened.

"Oh, Mike, you're going to make me cum!"

I wanted to drag this out a bit, so I took my fingers out of her pussy and started playing with her much less intensely.

"Why are you being so mean to me?" she asked in a pouty voice.

"I'm not ready for you to cum."

"But I want to!"

"Just think how much better it will be, my love, if I tease you a bit."

She sighed as I began circling her clit with my middle finger. Having gotten her right where I wanted, I began to talk.

"What are you thinking about now?" I asked.

Val's voice was dreamy and her hips started moving as I let her arousal grow again. "I'm thinking about a cock thrusting in and out of me."

"Mmmm. That sounds very nice." I sat up next to her and started using my other hand to play with her breasts. Val moaned. "Tell me, love, do you ever think about those kisses you shared with Robbie?" She stiffened and opened up her eyes, looking wary, so I added, "It's all right to admit it. It won't make me mad or jealous. As a matter of fact, it turns me on."

Val reached down into my lap and gripped my painfully hard erection. She stroked it a bit and then sighed, "Yes. Sometimes."

"Was it my cock you were thinking about just now – or his?" I asked softly, working her clit with a little more authority.

Val opened her eyes. "You won't get mad?"

"No, I won't."

"Okay. I was thinking about Robbie's."

There. It was out. Val closed her eyes again and her hand began moving dreamily on my cock. I stuck two fingers into her again, scooping out some more of her freely flowing nectar, and using the two fingers and my thumb began to work on her clit more insistently. I had never felt it so hard. 

Val's clit is quite big, a little longer and thicker than a pencil eraser when it's fully erect. In a moment of uncharacteristic whimsy, she once referred to it as her "own little cock", and as that flashed across my mind, I began to gently pull on it. Val moaned loudly and opened her legs farther and her hips began making thrusting movements against my hand.

Reaching under the pillow where I'd stashed it earlier in hopes that tonight might be the night to put my plan into action, I shifted hands on her pussy and brought the tip of the dildo to the entrance to her vagina. While pulling on her clit, I rubbed the tip of it just around the outside of her vagina.

"That's nice," Val sighed, so I pushed the head into her.

The dildo is one of those jelly ones, and it's a bit on the thick side with a large mushroom head on it. When I bought it, I figured that it would provide a lot of stimulation deep inside where my fingers couldn't reach. I'd never gotten a chance to find out since she "officially" had never used it.

Of course, Val knew at once that she wasn't feeling my fingers. She lifted her head, looking down between her legs. "Why are you using that?"

"I thought you might like it, that's all. Come on, give it a try." I stuck about an inch more in. "You might enjoy it. Besides, it would really turn me on."

"Well, okay," she said, sounding reluctant, but playing her part perfectly.

I slowly eased the dildo in as I worked on her clit. By now, Val was moaning continually, a deep, back of throat sound that showed she was really hot and bothered. Then she pulled her feet almost up to her crotch so that I would have complete access to her pubic area. Her outer lips were swollen and red and I could actually feel her clit throbbing as I stroked it as if it were a little cock.

Once the dildo was all the way in, I pulled it slowly out and then drove it home again. Val gasped and her hips heaved.

"Is that nice?" I asked.

"Very. Mmmm. Ohhhhhhhh."

I backed off on her clit once again and concentrated on fucking Val with the dildo. Her hips were now more strongly thrusting up to meet it. Her hand on my cock had stopped moving, just gripping it very hard.

"Are you thinking about Robbie right now?"

A hesitation and then a guttural, "Yesssss!"

I worked the dildo a bit more, fucking her fast with short strokes and then giving her a few long deep ones. My normally restrained wife was going nuts.

I started pulling on her clit again. "Would you like this to be Robbie's cock fucking you now?"

No hesitation this time. "Oh, God, yes!"

"I wonder if his cock is as big as this?"

"Yessssss," she moaned.

I almost dropped the dildo. This was something I absolutely had not expected. What the hell had happened up at Robbie's that Val hadn't bothered to tell me about? Inside, I felt cold and empty, almost sick, but at the same time my cock throbbed harder than ever, so hard it almost hurt. Val must have noticed because she shifted her grip and rolled her thumb under the tip.

Focusing again on what I was doing, I began a steady assault on my wife's body. She was totally out of control from what I was doing, moaning, her head thrashing from side to side, her body heaving and straining upwards to get as much of the dildo inside of her. It suddenly crossed my mind that the line had been blurred as to who was doing the fucking here.

Val's orgasm crashed over her with incredible force. Her body twisted sideways rigidly as she thrashed around on the bed, wracked with the most exquisite pleasure. The sound coming out of her mouth was almost unrecognizable as something human. I felt the dildo gripped tightly in her pussy by the force of her contractions. Val's hand pulled hard on my cock and I came in a torrent all over her belly and breasts.

A line had certainly been crossed.

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So everything was now out in the open. Well, it was eventually.

As Val came out of her apres-sex langour, it began to filter into her brain what she'd just admitted in the heat of the moment. And leave yourself in no doubt, that's what it had been. My wife had been in heat.

She immediately ran into the bathroom and locked the door. It took me an hour of talking to her through the door that I wasn't going to divorce her, wasn't going to hit her or do anything for that matter. True, I was going through a multitude of very mixed emotions, but she didn't need to know that.

When she finally came out she was wrapped in a towel and immediately raced across the room to the bed, turned off the lights and slipped under the covers.

I did most of the talking that night, speaking about my insecurities, the puzzling perverseness of what turned me on and how I couldn't seem to understand why the thought of her fucking around with someone else turned me on so damn much. It wasn't until that night that I could acknowledge that.

I told Val over and over how much I loved her and she would always shoot back, "Then how can you be willing to share me?" Over the next week, the conversation seemed to continue whenever we found ourselves alone. A lot of old things got dredged up: how I always seemed to be pushing her into doing things she felt uncomfortable with, how she actually liked sex more than I knew but that she was often too tired at night to do anything but pass out at the end of a long day. She also felt pressured by me to try new things. On my side, I told her how it made me feel whenever I would suggest trying something to have her simply say "not interested", and that was it.

There were tears and hurt feelings but we both felt that we'd come to a crossroad in our relationship and that the only way forward was to deal with things in complete honesty. It hurt both of us, but it also drew us closer together.

Eventually, we got to the point where Val felt she could talk about what she'd been going through the past few months. She'd often meant to tell me, but somehow the time never seemed right, or we had other things on our plate, or she just didn't have the emotional strength to deal with the possible fall out. It was also obvious how confused she was about her experience with Robbie and her feelings about it. Everything she thought she'd known about herself had been turned upside down by what had happened.

She told me that during the impromptu photo shoot, both of them had naturally gotten very excited. Val discovered just how much posing for someone turned her on. As she stared at Robbie's growing erection she realized that she was causing it. "I know that sounds stupid. Of course I was causing it, but it was really erotic to know how much he desired me." She giggled. "And it was pretty darn obvious!"

"After we were finished shooting, I had to pee and meant to get dressed again in the bathroom, but I was flustered and left my clothes on the chair. When I came out of the bathroom, Robbie was standing in the middle of the living room totally naked. I was so shocked, I just stood there gawking at the size of his erection. He came over to me, lifted my chin and kissed me lightly. If he'd kissed me hard, I would probably have snapped out of it and slapped his face!

"But the gentle sadness of that kiss went straight to my heart. His penis was stabbing me in the belly button and we looked down. 'I think someone wants to play,' Rob said with a laugh.'"

Val and I were snuggling in bed while we talked that particular night. She looked into my eyes, probably trying to gauge what my reactions were. "My blood was racing and I suddenly realized something that I thought could never happen: I wanted to make love to someone other than you. Now I could say things had gotten to this point because of the wine and the fact that you'd been gone for so damn long, but that would be a lie. I just flat out wanted Robbie. There's no other way to put it.

"It was only the fact that you could have walked in any second that kept me from going over to the sofa, lying back with my legs spread and letting Robbie fuck my brains out."

I think that was the first time I'd heard Val use that particular word in that context. Yeah, she would sometimes use the word when she was really angry, but we always "made love". As I've said, I learned early that words like "fuck"or "screw" were frowned on with great frowning.

"So what happened?" I asked.

"He came on really strong but I stood firm. The last thing I wanted was for you to come in and catch us. Finally, I agreed to jerk him off."

"Really," I said, covering my surprise. "Tell me about it."

Val didn't answer for quite some time. "Well, it actually was very exciting."

"You said his cock is as large as your dildo." (I was referring to the one I had bought her, not the larger vibrating one she was hiding in the closet.)

"Actually, it's a bit bigger."

"Did you like playing with him?"

"Mmmm, yes."

"Did it turn you on, you know, playing with a big cock?"

Again a long pause while she looked over at me. "One of the reasons I didn't tell you everything the day we drove home is that I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm the one opening this can of worms, Val, and if I can't take your answers to my questions, then I shouldn't be asking. Right?"

"You're sure?"

"Yes. And besides," I said, smiling and touching her cheek, "I think you've already answered."

Val talked for a number of minutes telling me everything about how she stroked up and down the length of Robbie's very erect cock and how turned on it made her to see something that big. Partway through, he went into his bedroom and got some lubricant and asked her to use it on him. (I had wondered where she'd learned about that, because we'd never before used anything like that.)

"Robbie was holding me close but then he asked me to use both hands and to also play with his, you know, balls. It was amazing how dark and angry looking his penis got. And you could see it bob with his heartbeat. It only took a few minutes and then he came and it went all over my chest."

"How did that happen? You were standing next to him."

"I, ah, knelt in front of him so I could get a better view," Val said shyly.

"You weren't tempted to take him in your mouth?"

"He really wanted me to, but I didn't think that was a good idea."

"So then what happened?"

"Like I said, I was nervous that you'd show up. I grabbed my clothes and ran for the shower. I guess Robbie just got dressed. He asked if he could shower with me, but I told him that wouldn't be wise."

Since Val was finally being so forthcoming, I decided to push things a bit further. "I'll bet you were really horny at that point."

"What I really wanted was for Robbie to go out and then I could have had you all to myself the minute you walked through the door!"

"That wasn't going to happen. Tell me, did you, ah, take yourself in hand, so to speak?"

She blushed enchantingly. "I had to. I was just about crawling out of my skin! That isn't too disgusting, is it? You don't think any less of me?"

I took her hand and placed it on my rigid tool. "Does it feel that way to you?"

She gripped hard. "This really turns you on, doesn't it?"

The way she said it sounded as if she thought I was totally out of my mind., but also that the reality had finally sunk into her head.

"I get turned on thinking about you being so turned on. I wish I could have watched!"

God, Mike! I could never do something like that! I would be so embarrassed!"

"Val, honey, even if you know how much it turns me on?"

"I couldn't! Sex is a private thing."

I let it drop. I'd just remembered something else about that night at Robbie's. "So why did you go to bed so early?"

"A lot of reasons. First, I felt horribly guilty and was having a lot of trouble even looking at you and Robbie. I was also really confused. What could I have been thinking to want to make love to someone else? The thing that still haunts me is that I really wanted to do it with Robbie. I was on fire! The only thing that held me back was that I'd been drinking. I knew I wasn't thinking clearly."

That was a slightly new take on things.

I smoothed back her hair. "I'm just sorry you got so upset about it. You tossed and turned the whole night." 

Yes, that was a leading comment based on the fact that Val had jumped me that night and boy, had she been hot!

Clever girl, she saw right through me. "Well, I was feeling all those things but I was also still on fire. I gave myself two more orgasms to try to calm myself down, and I'd certainly never done something like that before! Then when you came to bed, I didn't want Robbie to hear, so I waited for him to go to sleep before I could jump your bones. I just had to feel a cock inside me!"

"So you had 4 orgasms that day? Wow! That's got to be a record for you."

She looked suddenly concerned. "You don't think that's too many, do you?"

I smiled. "No, love, considering what you'd been through."

Val smiled back. "That's good. I feel the same way."

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One of the things Val had told me in our heart-to-hearts was how much the daily toll of running the family took on her. Wanting her to feel frisky and more in the mood to play after the kids were in bed, I tried really hard to take on some of her nightly tasks like getting the kitchen straightened up, laundry squared away, stuff like that. The best part of my increased dedication was rewarded by Val's smiles – and her willingness to fool around more often.

About a week after her final "confession session", Val and I were enjoying a nice leisurely fuck with me on top. She'd already had one strong orgasm from my oral ministrations, and I was trying to keep control of myself by not stroking to fast, when a thought popped into my devious little head.

"What are you thinking about right now?"

Val looked up at me. "Truth?"

"Truth."

"Sure you can take it?" In answer, I rammed into her very hard a couple of times. She moaned and then giggled. "I guess that's a yes! Well, to be honest I was thinking about Robbie and how big his cock is." She sighed. "I'm beginning to really like that word. Mmmmm. Cocks. I love cocks."

"Would you like it to be him going at you right now?"

"Not him. His cock. When I think about Robbie, it's more about his cock then the person behind it."

"Do you think about it often?"

"Yes."

I stroked into her a bit more forcefully. "Every day?"

"Mmmm. That feels so nice."

"Do you think about Robbie's cock every day?"

"Yes," she sighed. "I can't help it."

"And I'll bet you have to play with yourself when that happens, don't you? You probably can't help that, either."

"You're not mad?"

I picked up the speed of my stroking in answer, then stopped. Val's eyes opened. "Do you ever use the dildo I bought you?" I started stroking again, using my sphincter muscle to make myself swell as much as I could.

"Sometimes. I also have another one now."

"Really?"

"Yes. And it vibrates. It feels very good when I use it."

"And how many times do you make yourself come?"

Val blushed. "Some days it's, um, 2 or 3 times." Then she smiled coyly. "Does that make me naughty?"

I began to fuck her in earnest. "Absolutely. And I love it when you're naughty. The naughtier the better!"

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I began to tell Val stories during our now almost-nightly romps. They almost always focused on her being with Robbie in one way or another. These not only seemed to reassure her that I was cool with the way she felt, but they also really turned her on.

One night, I was in the middle of one telling her what might happen if he came to visit. I'd gone off to work and the kids were at school or work. She was trying desperately to resist the temptation of him, so she went into our bedroom to "scratch her itch" (which is the way she now referred to it). She was close to an orgasm with her vibrating dildo when Robbie opened the door to discover her. I was playing with Val's nipples at the time, squeezing and twisting them, and she went absolutely nuts. I stopped.




Valerie the Magnificent



Val's eyes flew open. "What's wrong? Why did you stop?"

"Because I want to ask you a very special favour."

She looked annoyed. "What?"

"Could you, ah, show me what that would look like?"

"You mean use the dildo on myself?"

"Well, yeah."

"And this would really turn you on?"

"Absolutely!"

She paused for a moment, then smiled coquettishly. "Enough for you to make dinner for the next week?"

I didn't hesitate. "Yes!"

Val smirked and grabbed my cock which was as hard as I can ever remember. "And would it turn you on to know I had to use the dildo just this morning?"

I could only groan.

"Okay," she said springing out of bed. "You win. You've beaten down my resistance."

She went into the closet, and after wiggling that gorgeous butt in the doorway, looking at me over her shoulder with a sly smile, she returned with the dildo, turning it on and waving it at me. "You're not intimidated by its size, are you?" she teased.

The dildo was about 9" long and quite fat. I'd previously measured its girth at 7". And yes, the size of it did intimidate me.

"Is that how big Robbie is?"

Val lay back on the bed and drew up her legs, spreading them apart. She touched the buzzing dildo to her very erect clit. "Mmmmm."

"Val?"

She looked up at me as I sat next to her watching. "This is a bit bigger," she said dreamily as the head of the dildo disappeared inside her. "But not by much."

I watched in silent awe as inch by inch the dildo disappeared into Val's body. Her breathing became very deep and slow and her eyes shut as she savoured the sensation.

In barely a minute, Val had managed to engulf the entire length inside her. She asked me to fix the pillows behind her so that she could sit up a bit and the reason immediately became obvious: it was much easier for her to stroke the entire length of the massive dildo into her hungry vagina. This she began doing in a very slow and deliberate fashion as she concentrated on feeling every ridge and ripple along the length of the lifelike dildo.

I twisted one nipple, I thought, too hard when she gasped. "Sorry, love," I mumbled.

"No, no. It felt wonderful. Do it some more!"

I was about to reach down with my other hand to play with her clit when I noticed that the girth of the dildo was causing it to be pulled downward with each stroke in, and the very swollen, erect nub of flesh to bounce and rub along the instrument of her pleasure.

"Does that feel really good?" I asked.

"Mmm hmmmmm."

"Do you hope that Robbie will feel like that?" I asked carefully.

She confirmed what I was thinking. "Oh, yes. It would be so nice to have a real person attached to a cock like this."

With that comment, she began stroking with more deliberation, and although I wanted to suck on her nipples and kiss her luscious mouth, I wouldn't be able to watch was unfolding in front of my eyes.

As Val got closer to the peak she was aiming towards, she began to pant in time with her strokes, rolling her head from side to side, her hips raising upward to get every last fraction of an inch inside of her. One hand shifted to turn up the speed of the vibrator and she gasped, then moaned loudly as the dildo moved in and out even faster.

My wife was in a different place, a place centered around her genitals and the pleasure they were receiving.

"He's fucking you very hard now, isn't he?"

"Oh, yessss! I want him to make me come so much!"

The skin on her amazingly swollen clit was an angry red, as were Val's vaginal lips. The inner lips were pulled down with each inward stroke and clung desperately to the dildo each time it came out. In and out it plunged faster and faster. Val started chanting "fuck, fuck, fuck" with each stroke.

"Pull on my nipples! Please! Harder! I'm going to come!"

It hit her about 10 seconds later: a massive upheaval that made Val twist and turn in exquisite agony as the orgasm engulfed her entire body. It rolled on and on with her moaning loudly each time the dildo sank again inside her.

I watched in complete awe at the magnitude of what she was feeling. I'd never imagined a woman could come that massively, and my God, did it turn me on! It was also amazing to me that she could keep the dildo moving with her body spasming like that. I now had an inkling of the strength of Val's passion, and frankly, I was envious. What a beautiful thing to be capable of.

Eventually, she started to come down from her sexual high and Val pushed the dildo in one last time, laying there panting. I reached down and turned the dildo off, and her pussy seemed reluctant to let it go as I pulled out. Her pussy gaped open and pulsed rhythmically as her juices just poured out, soaking the bed.

"Is it always like that?" I asked.

"No," she sighed. "It's always good, but it's never been like that! You got me so worked up!"

I kissed her gently. "That was so amazing. Do you have the strength to have another cock inside you, a real one?"

"Always." Val opened her eyes and smiled at me. "But could I have a glass of water first?"

By the time she got it down, she had recovered enough to roll on her side and grab my still-throbbing cock.

"He's so red and hard! Is he angry with me?"

Getting into the mood of the moment, I answered, "Maybe a little for keeping him waiting, but he enjoyed the show as much as I did."

"I can tell. How would you like to do me?"

"How were you imagining Robbie doing it to you?"

"He was on top."

Val spread her legs and welcomed me between them. Her pussy was still gaping open as I slipped in and I didn't feel much at first. Then, with a slight grimace of effort in her face, I felt her inner muscles start to grip me a little more.

"How are you doing that?"

Val smiled wickedly. "I've been doing exercises called Kegels for weeks now as I do my other exercises. Do you like?"

"I like – a lot! What else can you do that I don't know about?"

"There's not much I haven't told you about by now." She tightened her muscles again as she raised her hips and clasped me with her legs around my waist. "Now enough chatter, you! Concentrate on fucking your wife!"

I did. And it was wonderful.

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Things got even more crazy after that. Our eldest took a job in another city just as the youngest went off to university. This meant that Val and I had the house to ourselves and we made the most of it. Anytime the mood came on us (usually her), off would come the clothes and we'd get into something interesting. We made love in every room of the house.

Having realized how much her fantasies turned me on, it became an almost nightly occurrence for her to report on what she'd been thinking (and doing about it) during the day. Most of her thoughts centered around getting it on with Robbie. One of our favourites was him taking her from behind against a wall and it was incredibly erotic imagining his substantial cock ramming into my wife's dripping pussy as she tried her hardest to take as much of it in by flexing her back and grinding into his thrusts. As she was approaching her orgasm astride me the night she first told me this, I commented on how much of a turn-on it would be to walk in on them and actually see it happening.

Val immediately stopped moving. "Watching really does turn you on, doesn't it?"

"Only if it's you. All my fantasies about watching center on seeing you getting laid, seeing you get super turned-on and cumming as some guy rams it into you."

"Especially Robbie."

I could only agree. "Especially Robbie."

She started to move again. "I still don't think I could do something like that. I'm sorry, but that's the way it is. Part of it is that I would want to concentrate on the person I was doing it with and you being there would probably make me and Robbie too self-conscious." Val started using her vaginal muscles to squeeze my cock which felt incredible. I looked up and she was smiling at me. "I would be willing to tell you all about it later, though." Her eyes opened wide and she laughed. "Mmmm. I think that last comment got a rise out of you" 

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Val thought it was very funny that I'd had no idea how well hung Robbie was, but I hadn't participated in school sports with him in high school and I don't remember anything much more intimate than using an adjacent urinal to him a few times. When we were younger, guys always wore those baggy bathing suits. None of the girls he went out with said anything to me.

A few other details Val hadn't told me slowly trickled out. She had known beforehand that he was hung and she'd been curious for a number of years as to how big it was. Turns out his ex, Fran, had told her about it one night when the girls were talking in the kitchen while Robbie and I had watched a ball game. Val said that Fran didn't like it very much. 

"I guess she's built a little small."

"I would have thought you were, too, before I saw you take in that dildo of yours."

Val flashed a small conspiratorial smile. "The first few times I tried, it wasn't very easy, believe me. It's just a matter of getting used to the size. That and being all hot and bothered! So I guess my curiosity had something to do with him being able to talk me into things."

Val's show with the dildo was repeated many times and she even let me video tape her one night. That was a very hot session and she kept up with it through three consecutive orgasms, one with her riding it while the suction cup was stuck on a small, low stool that had mysteriously appeared in our house a month or two earlier. We both watched the tape later while she rode me and damned if she didn't come again. I know that she also watched it on her own, too, because I found it in the video machine a couple of times.

Then one day in early November, I was met at the door one evening by a very serious-faced Val.

"We need to talk."

As we sat down on the sofa, I asked, "Is something wrong? The kids?"

"No, Robbie called this afternoon."

Robbie knew darn well when I would be home and it was completely our of character for him to call when I wasn't around, so he'd obviously wanted to talk to my wife. I'd been waiting quite a while for something like this. "And?"

"He's invited us to visit next weekend."

I asked if he'd mentioned what had happened the past spring already knowing what the answer would be.

"Yes. We talked about it quite a bit. He feels horrible about it. Not only did he put me in a compromising position, but he was as disloyal as he could get to his best friend. That's why he's held off talking to me about it. He, well, apologized to me profusely. He must of asked me five times if I'd told you. He said he couldn't face you if I had."

"What did you say?"

"I said that you didn't know a thing and that I was a big girl and able to make my own decisions. We hadn't done anything that horrible anyway. When I made him understand that I wasn't mad at him and that you didn't know, he invited us up."

"Do you think he's hoping for a repeat performance?"

Val looked at me intently and sighed, but didn't answer my question. "These past few months, I've come to realize something of the power women can hold over men. That's been a big part of the turn-on. I had Robbie so twisted around that day, he would have done anything to get at me. The funny part is, I barely did anything to have that sort of effect on him. And then there's you. What would you be willing to do if I said you could watch Robbie and me go at it, huh? This has been a very heady realization. Robbie just can't help himself. Looking at my pictures and remembering what my hand felt like as I stroked him makes him weak in the knees."

"He said that?"

"He didn't have to! I could hear it in his voice. He was the perfect gentleman on the phone today, but I know he had a lump in his pants while we were talking."

"He might have had it out."

Val giggled. "Wouldn't that have been nice. I should have asked him!"

"That would be cruel to tease like that."

"Would it be cruel to tie you to that chair over there, and then bring someone in, take them up to our bedroom and fuck them while you're forced to listen?" She looked at my crotch and a tiny smile appeared. "Ah... You don't have to say a thing. I can see it would really turn you on."

My mouth was dry and my stomach was doing flip-flops. "You want to have sex with Robbie next weekend, don't you?"

My wife looked me straight in the eye. "Yes."

"Would you do it if I said no?"

"I'd suggest we turn down his invitation because I don't think I could resist the temptation."

She went to get dinner out of the oven and I was left sitting there, part of me turned on beyond belief and the other part of me terrified by what my wife had just admitted. Over dinner, we discussed what we should do as calmly as if we were discussing whether or not to get new shingles put on the roof. We both tried to speak as honestly and directly as we could. Faced with what Val had stated earlier, I suddenly couldn't decide if I wanted this to happen. 

It wasn't the reality of Val fucking my friend that was the biggest concern. It was the aftermath. What if I found out that I didn't like the reality? What if Val decided she liked it so much she wanted to continue? The thought of it actually taking place nearly made me sick. At the same time, it really turned my crank. What would we feel after, though? Was it fair of Val to ask me to risk my friendship with Robbie because she wanted to do something that less than a year ago would have been unthinkable to her? And most important of all, what if this adversely affected our relationship? That was something neither of us wanted to risk.

After dinner, Val went to the bedroom for a few minutes and then came back to the living room. She had on a dark blue robe I'd never seen. It came down to mid-thigh and set off her pale skin perfectly. Standing between me and the TV, her legs slightly apart, she slowly undid the robe's tie. My mouth went dry at the sight of those gorgeous breasts, nipples and areolas completely erect, and her freshly-shaved pubic area.

"So, husband of mine, do you want to play?"

Not taking my eyes off her, I reached for the remote, and the TV went off. "What do you have in mind?"

"A new game that I'm sure you'll love."

"How do we play?"

Val fetched one of the dining room chairs and put it over by the sofa, facing the TV. "Sit here."

I did as I was told. From the pocket of her robe, she pulled out a silk kerchief and put it over my eyes, then she put my hands behind my back and tied them to the chair with one of my neckties. My legs were also fastened to the chair the same way. My cock, half hard before, sprang to full erection, painfully restrained by my pants. 

Val chuckled as she gave it a squeeze with two fingers. "I think you like the game so far. Don't go away; I'll be right back."

She was only upstairs for a moment, but stopped in the kitchen before returning. I could hear her going over to the TV and the sound of a video being inserted. Then she came back to me. Her hand touched my erection through the pants and I couldn't restrain a groan.

"Good," she said as if to herself. "You're really turned on. Maybe you'd like a little relief."

Opening my belt, she told me to lift my butt off the chair and dropped my pants to my knees. Then I felt something cold and realized she'd put some lubricant on her hands. It felt glorious and in 10 seconds she had me gasping and straining against my bonds as both hands worked their magic. 

She stopped and I groaned out, "Please."

Val kissed me. "That's not part of my game. Now, off with that blindfold!"

She was wearing a pair of her running shoes with socks and had on a tight, chopped T-shirt, the kind she wore when exercising, along with black, spandex short shorts. Her body looked sculpted – and totally amazing.

"This is what I was wearing when Robbie first called," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"I was in the middle of my workout, and I'd been thinking about him as I usually do. Normally, I'm so turned on that I have to bring myself off a few times, then I take my shower. Him calling at just that point gave me a very wicked idea, so I told him to call back in fifteen minutes."

"What was your idea?" I asked.

"This," she replied as she sat on the sofa, picking up a glass of white wine and the remote. There on the TV was Val sitting on the sofa, wearing the same outfit, sipping wine from the same glass, our cordless phone and her big dildo next to her. The phone rang.

"Thanks for calling back, Robbie. I'm ready to give you my undivided attention."

He apparently went into a long monologue because Val was only nodding and saying things like, "I understand," and "that's very kind of you to say that." But at the same time, she'd taken off her top and started pulling at one nipple almost distractedly.

I looked over at her now and Val was doing exactly the same thing except the phone wasn't on. She had a far-away look in her eyes as she watched the screen and played with her nipples.

Back on the screen, the conversation was continuing with Val reassuring Robbie that I didn't know or suspect a thing. The little vixen! Then she said, "Hold on a minute. There's someone at the door. I'll be right back." During that time she raised her butt off the sofa and lost the shorts. Even from where the camera was ten or so feet away, I could see that she was very aroused. She picked up the phone again. "Sorry about that. Now, you were saying?"

As they spoke, Val picked up the dildo, put her feet up on the coffee table and slouched down, opening up her legs. With a bit of a push, head of the dildo disappeared inside her, then she turned it on. An amused expression crossed her face. "That's the dishwasher. It's developed this annoying buzz and we can't seem to get figure out where it's coming from."

For the next fifteen minutes, I watched my wife fuck herself silly as she talked to the person she lusted after. Considering how turned on she was, she managed her end of the conversation quite well. Only towards the end did she have trouble speaking. From time to time, I tore my eyes from the screen to look over at her, not five feet away, mimicking the action on the TV.

My cock felt like a steel rod and had turned dark red. I wanted desperately to touch it, to make myself explode into what I knew would be a mind-blowing orgasm.

Val knew that, too. "Are you okay over there, lover?"

"No, I'm not! Val, you've got to untie my hands."

"But then you'll touch your cock and that's not part of the game."

I reluctantly turned back to the TV. Val was finishing up the phone call and I watched her finally bringing herself off, the dildo slamming into her pussy as she held it with both hands, a powerful female glorying in her sexuality. She gave herself at least four huge orgasms or maybe it was just one long one. I couldn't tell.

The last thing on the video was Val collapsing back on the sofa, the dildo still deep inside and her body glistening with sweat. She looked directly in the camera. "Well, that was very nice. I hope you liked it, too, Mike. I did this just for you, you know. I think that Robbie was jerking off while we were talking. Does all this turn you on? I guess I'll know by the time we get to this point.

"Have you guessed how this game ends? No? That's why I have a phone next to me on the sofa right now and why I haven't been fucking myself too hard while I was enjoying my video. If you nod at me, I'm going to call Robbie and tell him we'll come up and visit next weekend. By now you know what that means will happen."

A wicked smile suffused my wife's face on the TV screen. "Now you see how unfair my game is. I've stacked the deck against you, haven't I? You're going to do what I want, aren't you? But if I've guessed right, you're really loving this. Do you want me to make that call now? Why don't I give you time to think a bit? Call me when you're ready."




Valerie the Magnificent



On the screen, Val got up and next to me, the real Val did the same thing, going into the kitchen. Her ass looked incredible and I could tell that she was swaying it for my benefit.

The TV went black and I sat there weighing everything in my mind. My lovely wife certainly had me pegged and this made it clear how much she wanted Robbie.

The show on the screen and on the sofa had been mind-blowing and I knew that she was showing me how much better she knew what turned me on than I did. The only thing that kept me from screaming out, "Call him this minute!" was the danger this could pose to our relationship. In the past months since our return from Robbie's, she'd made me more desperately in love with her than ever. I watched her become a confident, sexy woman, more beautiful and desirable than ever. I couldn't bear to lose that.

"Val, please come back. We need to talk."

She returned from the kitchen with another glass of wine and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of me so I'd be able to look at her easily. "I know what you're thinking. You don't have to worry about losing me. I don't love Robbie. Yes, he has a very nice cock and I'm dying to see what it actually feels like inside me. Using my dildo's getting pretty old about now. What I want is to go up there, get myself fucked silly and then come back home – with you."

She smiled and rubbed my knee affectionately. "Don't worry about the size of your penis compared to his. You're usually plenty big for me and what you do to me when we make love is beyond description.

"On the other hand, there's a selfish part of me that wants to experience Robbie's cock. I let you watch things tonight because I wanted you to realize how much my being with him would turn you on. This is a small taste. And no, this doesn't mean I'm going to let you watch or even listen. I'm going to be doing this for me. I can't lie to you about that.

"But I will make you a promise: you'll hear every last detail from me as soon as I can tell you. You deserve at least that much. I can't believe you're generous enough to even consider allowing your wife to do this. I don't think I could be so generous. What I've done to you tonight is totally unfair, I know, but I really want to do this. I want to experience what another cock feels like inside of me."

It was time for me to turn the tables on her. "If I said no, what would happen then?"

Val's expression tightened. "I'm not sure. Do you want to say no?"

There it was: the thing I feared. We'd unleashed something that could go out of control. I appreciated her honesty. Robbie we knew and trusted. He lived far away, and if we so desired, the relationship could be severed relatively easily enough. It was obviously the best solution for all concerned. 

I sighed. "Make the call."

Val went back to the sofa and lay back. She threw one leg over the back and rested the other on the coffee table. She'd positioned herself perfectly for me to see her glistening pussy still gaping open from earlier.

Picking up the dildo, Val put it up to her opening and slowly and steadily pushed it inside until only the end was showing. She looked at me deeply and said, "I love you so much," then picked up the phone and dialed.

Robbie had been probably sitting by the phone, because he answered immediately. Using her right hand, Val started working the dildo in and out.

"Hi, it's me ... I talked it over with Mike, and he's free next weekend ... Yeah, we could be up there around 9:00 ... A small meal would be great, yeah ... Only thing is, Mike has to visit a client who's about an hour away from you. He'll arrange it for Saturday but he'll be away most of the day ... yeah, it's a bummer, but you know what work is like ... No, he can't. He's a bit tied up at the moment ... Sure will. See you then! Bye."

Val put the phone down, closed her eyes and started to pump herself hard with both hands. The sight of her inner lips clinging to the girth of the dildo and her inflamed clit had me painfully throbbing again.

She put on quite a show, thrusting her hips upwards to meet the dildo as she fucked herself to climax after climax, moaning and gasping out her pleasure for me to hear. Robbie was in for the fucking of a lifetime.

I felt better about my decision. How could I deny Val this? How could I deny myself this? She had been so right that watching really turned me on. Suddenly I felt my own climax rising in my loins. Without even touching myself, I came in torrents, the semen shooting up level with my eyes from the strength of my orgasm.

Val had apparently seen it, too. "My God! That was the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I wish you'd been shooting into me like that."

My turn to stick the knife in. "If you hadn't been so greedy, you could have had that."

She made a pouty expression as she removed the dildo. "The punishment fit the crime, I guess."

"Untie me and you can have some more."

"There's more left? Goody!"

As Val and I left for the comfort of our bed, I slapped her butt. "So I've got an appointment with a client? So glad you could arrange it."

Rubbing her luscious derriere as she walked up the stairs in front of me, Val shot back, "I had to get rid of you some way, didn't I? What else is a girl gonna do?"

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It was a pretty silent ride up to Robbie's that next Friday, with each of us deep in our own thoughts. By the time we made the return trip, Val would have experience only the second man inside her, someone whose cock was far bigger than mine. I'd be a cuckold, however willing. How would we both be feeling about that?

About an hour away, Val slid over and kissed my cheek. "You're a very special man, you know that? And I love you very much."

"Do you have condoms? I brought some just in case."

Val laughed uproariously. "So did I. And I can't tell you how embarrassing it was to actually go into a drug store and buy them! How do men do it?"

Robbie greeted us completely normally when we arrived. Well, almost normally. When he saw Val, dressed in skin tight jeans and a black turtleneck, I thought his eyes would bug out.

"Val, you look incredible! What have you been doing?"

She smiled at me mischievously. "Finding myself."

We sat down with a glass of wine and chatted while Robbie heated up some Chinese food he'd picked up on the way home. Nothing seemed different. It was surreal that we could all play our parts so well.

After dinner, we cleaned up, and Robbie and I went down into his basement so he could show me a motorcycle he was rebuilding. It was quite a nice machine and he explained about all that he'd been doing to it. After about half an hour, we were both yawning.

"Say, Mike, when do you have to get out of here tomorrow morning?"

"My appointment is at 10:30, so let's say I should leave here about 9:15. I should be back by midafternoon."

Robbie looked totally ingenuous as he said, "I guess I could take Val out to the mall. Maybe she'd like to do some Christmas shopping."

"That would be nice. Thanks, buddy," I said, clapping him on the shoulder.

When we got back upstairs, Val had gone to bed so I headed into the guest room off the dining room and Robbie went up to his attic loft. Shutting the door, I found Val still awake.

As I took off my clothes, I said, "I told Robbie I would be leaving at 9:15 and wouldn't be back until midafternoon. Is that enough time?"

Val grabbed my cock. "Maybe. It depends on how Robbie wields that monster of his."

As she started to lick the shaft, I said, "I'm sure you'll show him everything he needs to know on the Art of Pleasuring Val Morrison."

My cock began disappearing into her mouth. "Mm Hmmm."

She put me out of my misery about 15 nerve-wracking minutes later. It had never been so good. I'd willing to bet I'd return the next day to find Robbie dead or floating 8 feet off the ground. Either way, he'd have a shit-eating grin on his face.

We dozed off eventually but I don't think either of us got much sleep. I woke up at one point to find Val kissing my back.

"Do you need me to bring you off?" I asked. "You seem pretty hot and bothered."

"No," she answered as wrapped herself against me. "I haven't touched myself since Wednesday and tonight I just want your kisses."

We did more than that, though, as she gave me a languorous handjob. At one point I reached down between her legs and found the juices just pouring out. She was going to have quite a wet spot to sleep in.

Morning came too soon and not soon enough, if you catch my drift. I got up, made some coffee and brought two cups back to the guest room. Val was sitting up, looking tousled and ridiculously desirable. I handed her a cup and sat next to her on the edge of the bed.

Reaching down between her legs, I found her clit already erect and gave it a tweak.

She groaned, "That's not fair!"

"My my, aren't we aroused this morning? All ready for your big day?"

"Don't tease me. I'm keyed up enough as it is!" She watched me take a sip of coffee. "How the hell can you look so relaxed?"

I smiled at her and kissed her cheek. "Because, my dear, a beautiful woman brought me off twice during the night and showered me with hot kisses."

Val's smile was blazing. "I'm too good to you."

"And you're going to have to give me a full accounting tonight! I want notes complete with times, places and don't hold back on your feelings. I want to know everything."

She cocked an eyebrow. "A blow by blow description as it were?"

"Scared?"

"A little."

"You'll do just fine. It's your effect on Robbie I'm worried about. Try not to give him a coronary!"

Just then, Robbie knocked on the door. "You two decent?"

Val started to say no, but I said yes louder. She snatched the sheet to cover her chest. 

Robbie came into the room wearing a huge smile and some very tight briefs. "You got coffee? Good. How about you two letting me take you out for breakfast?"

"Sure," I said.

"Well hurry up then because the place I'd like to take you is a bit of a drive and have to be back by 9:15!"

I had on boxers and Robbie looked at my groin out of the corner of his eye as he turned to leave the room. I'd seen plenty of that huge bulge he had and I wondered if it was partially erect.

By 9:20 I was on the road. To where? I had no idea but I needed to kill at least 5 hours. Robbie's suggestion about taking Val to the mall gave me a very good idea and I figured I could kill a few hours that way, so that's where I headed.

It was a very surrealistic morning. I'd be fine for several minutes and then I'd wonder what my beautiful wife was doing at that very moment and I'd get this sick, apprehensive feeling in my stomach. At the same time my cock would start to swell. I'm certain that several women in the jewelry store I stopped in were checking it out. I had lunch in the food court although I was so keyed up I couldn't tell you what I ate.

Eventually my watch crept around to 2:00 and I decided to call Robbie's place to see what was up.

Robbie picked up the phone after several rings and sounded a bit out of breath. He covered it up well by saying they'd just that minute gotten back from the mall (Funny, I hadn't seen them!) and he'd had to make a dash for the phone. I could hear Val giggling in the background.

When Val got on the line, I asked her, "So how has the day gone?"

"We did exactly...what we planned. Robbie's, showed me a very, uhhh, good time. We'll have a nice dinner waiting...for you when you get home. I'm so sorry you won't be back until at...at least, 4:00."

It sounded like she was getting it good. Man! I was instantly hard, and though I covered it up by holding some shopping bags in front of me, a woman walking by smiled and said in a low voice as she passed, "I wish I got phone calls like that!"

So I had 2 more hours to kill. I used the time to learn all about digital cameras and purchased a very good one – and at a good price. So Val liked posing, hmmm? Part of her repayment to me was going to be some very provocative shots. I had some evil ideas how I could use them.

I finally returned shortly after 4:15. Robbie was in the shower when I walked in and Val had just gotten out, judging by her wet hair.

Val grabbed me by the hand and hurried me to the guest room, shutting the door behind her. "We don't have a lot of time to talk before Robbie's out."

"Talk about what?" I asked innocently.

Val punched me in the stomach lightly. She was absolutely glowing. "I have been so well fucked today!"

"And Robbie?"

"I just about had to help him into the shower," she laughed. "He's toasted!"

She was instantly in my arms, kissing me wildly. With one arm up around my neck, the other drifted down to a lower destination. "Did he miss me today?"

"You don't know!"

Val was on her knees and had my cock out and in her mouth before I knew what was going on. I was close to coming in less than a minute. Suddenly she stopped and started to put it away.

"Val! That's not fair!"

She got to her feet. "I told you at the beginning of the week that I sort like playing the manipulative bitch. Now you're going to be thinking about it all evening." She smiled as she left the room.

Val was right about Robbie being worn out. I thought he was going to doze off twice during dinner and finally did about 15 minutes into a movie we put on.

I stuck it out for another half hour before saying to her, "I'm going to bed and if you know what's good for you, you'll get your ass in there, too, woman!"

Val raised her eyebrows at this and looked over at Robbie. "What about him?"

"You're right. We can't leave him there. He could wake up at an inopportune moment."

Val leaned over and gave him a surprisingly gentle kiss then called his name.

My friend's eyes opened and he smiled warmly not realizing I was standing behind his chair. "That was so wonderful today, Val, so wonderful."

She signalled with her eyes and I backed softly out of the room, then made a noisy entrance from the kitchen.

"So Robbie, we keeping you awake?"

He yawned. "I don't know what's come over me. I am so sleepy." He got to his feet. "I hate to be a party pooper, but I'm going to have to go to bed. Hope I'm not coming down with something."

Val smirked at me as he left the room. I went into the bathroom for a leak and by the time I got back to the guest room, Val was naked and sprawled across the bedspread, her hands in her crotch. Her pussy was very red and puffy as were her nipples. Her body had been well used that day. Taking out the digital camera I'd bought I took 2 or 3 shots of her.

She opened her eyes at the first flash. "Hey! Where did you get that?"

"I figured they'd be looking for one of us at the mall, so I spent the day there." I looked at the shots I'd taken. "Hey, not bad. I'm getting the hang of this."

I showed them to Val and she started laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"I'll tell you later."

"I think I'll title this one 'Val in Heat'," I said showing her the first and most candid because she'd still had her eyes closed.

"Get those clothes off and lie down next to me – or don't you want a complete report?"

Val spent the next hour in the most erotically exciting monologue I'd ever heard. 

Shortly after I'd disappeared down the road, Val had come out of the guest room to find Robbie sitting in the living room. "Val, you look so fantastic, I just can't believe it. How do you do it?"

Of course she'd put on her most form-fitting jeans and a cropped top with no bra, not the best thing to go to the mall in during November. She spun around in front of him. "You like?"

Robbie just groaned and she noticed his cock starting to swell. She went over and sat on the sofa across from him, making sure her legs were apart, and pretended she didn't notice his eyes glued to her crotch.

"So what should we do first?" she asked.

Poor Robbie was almost salivating. "Uh, Val, um."

She looked over at him and smiled. "Come on, Robbie, spit it out."

"You know those photos I took of you last time? Do you, ah, think we could do it again? Just a few more?"

Not wanting him to think she had been just waiting for him to make a move, she shrugged non-committally.

"It's just," he began, "that you look even better than you did last time you were here. It's really amazing, and I, uh, would like to, you know..."

Val put him out of his misery. "Add to your Val Morrison collection? Sure. I don't mind. In for a penny, in for a pound, I always say."

Robbie just about ran from the room and returned with a camera, but he also had lights and a tripod. As he set things up around the sofa, he explained that he'd picked up the stuff a couple of months back and had been taking some classes to learn how to use it.

"When I called last week, I was praying that you'd say yes and come up. I've spent months feeling ashamed of myself for what happened—"

Val leaned in and kissed him lightly. "Hush, Robbie. I told you it was all right. Mike doesn't know a thing, but if he did, I bet he'd be turned on. He's such a horny bastard!"

He looked at her adoringly. "Mike is so damn lucky!"

"No lady friends yet?"

"Not a one. The only person who's touched me since Fran is you."

Val smiled at that and walked onto Robbie's 'set'. "So tell me what you want me to do."

They started off with her fully clothed. Posing on the sofa, looking out the window behind it, some very artful shots. Then the clothes started coming off. The shots stayed artful, but Val couldn't help showing more than Robbie asked for.

"By the time I was naked," Val told me. "He would have done anything to get at me, and I felt the same. We were both pretty turned on."

Finally, she just got off the sofa, walked up to him and put her hand on his crotch. "You're looking mighty uncomfortable there, pardner," she joked, "and I'm feelin' like it's all my doin'."

Robbie's eyes bugged out and he just stood there while Val opened up his pants and released the object of her affection. With a groan from both of them, she started jacking him with her hand.

"Get your clothes off," she ordered, releasing him from her grasp. "I want a picture of that!"

Robbie shucked his clothes as fast as he could and then gave her a crash course on digital photography, something along the lines of 'press this to take a picture'.

Exploiting the situation, she had Robbie posing, cock in hand and took about 30 shots. His cock just got harder and harder. By the time she finished, she had him almost ready to come.

"You're having all the fun, Robbie," she said with a pout. "How about me?"

Robbie didn't seem to grasp at first what was being offered.

Val, almost beside herself with lust, had to spell it out. Going over to the sofa, she threw one leg over the back, the other remained on the floor and lay down. "Come here and eat me, then I want that gorgeous cock of yours inside me." Robbie continued looking stunned. "Do it now!"

The message got through the haze in his brain, and like a shot he was between Val's legs, licking for all he was worth. She let him get her good and close, then pushed him away.

"He looked like a dog who's just had his bone taken away!" she laughed. "That's when I pulled him over between my legs and grabbed his cock. 'This! In here!' I said, pointing to my pussy."

While she was telling me all this, Val had been stroking my stiff cock langourously. She stopped at that point and took me in her mouth for a few minutes. It felt like heaven. As soon as she realized I was about to come (how, I don't know), she stopped and then came up next to me again. My formerly shy and demure wife was certainly getting into this power-trip thing. After some very passionate kisses, she continued her story.




Valerie the Magnificent



Robbie's cock finally sinking into her after all the months of imagining it was like heaven. Even though she'd used her dildo for months, it took him awhile to get it all the way in – not that she tried to rush him!

They didn't use condoms, Val explaining that Robbie had sworn he hadn't been with anyone since he'd married Fran. He was well aware of what a fib at a time like that could mean. Since she's on the pill, there seemed little danger of anything bad happening. Of course, she was really working my cock while she told me this, so I wasn't thinking my clearest.

"I wanted to feel his cum shooting inside me. The thought of that has been a big turn-on for me."

I groaned as she swirled her thumb on the underside of my cock, then stopped – just in time. A couple of drops of cum showed on the tip and Val licked it off.

"And did it feel good?" I asked her.

"Oh God, yes! It made me come that first time it was so strong. Even thinking about feeling his cock swell bigger and then pulsing as the cum poured out makes me wet."

As Val continued with her story, she started playing with herself, forgetting about doing me a lot of the time. I didn't mind, I just took over for her and we lay there side-by-side jerking off while she spoke. If someone had walked in, it would have looked plenty weird.

Robbie didn't last long enough that first time for Val to come more than once, but not to be denied, she started posing for him again, this time on his bed. With his come dripping from her open snatch, it didn't take long for him to get hard again.  

Turns out that Robbie had a good excuse for being so wasted. Val had gotten six loads of cum from him while I'd been away. She couldn't even begin to guess the number of orgasms she'd had. They'd fucked on his bed twice (once with Val on top, leaning back on Robbie's knees and grinding his cock into her G spot), on the floor in front of the fireplace (missionary), in the kitchen (Val sitting on the counter), and finally Val's favorite fantasy of being fucked up against the wall had been realized. That had been about 10 minutes before I'd arrived back.

Val pulled me on top of her and I slipped right inside. She was still very open and there was a velvety smoothness I hadn't felt before.

"It must be Robbie's cum. I didn't really clean myself out afterwards, just what dripped out in the shower."

Something about the way she felt and what she'd said drove me into a frenzy and I began pounding her harder than I ever have. She was grimacing and I realized that she was probably sore, but it turned out she was trying to tighten her pussy muscles around me but they were too tired to function properly. I came quickly anyway.

Val hadn't finished so I sucked and licked her clit and she came very rapidly as she always does when I use that unsubtle approach. Her clit seemed larger and harder than usual and she came massively.

As we lay on our backs, exhausted, Val asked, "So do you like having a well-fucked wife?"

My cock stirred in answer. "I love it. You are so hot!"

"I wasn't too naughty?"

"Yes, you were."

"What did you like best about what I told you?"

I rolled on my side and kissed her. "I liked best the way you felt just now when I was inside you."

"But I was so loose! I could hardly feel you."

"No, it was Robbie's cum inside you, I guess. It was so warm and slick in there. That's why I came so fast."

Val laughed. "No, it was because you were fucking me like a madman."

We drifted off to sleep cuddled like spoons.

Around dawn, Val got up and I assumed it was to go to the bathroom. I drifted off again. I woke again as she got back into bed.

"Are you awake?"

"Ummmm."

"Would you like to experience a freshly fucked pussy?"

That opened my eyes! "What are you talking about?"

"You said last night that the thing you liked best was how I felt inside. Well, to my mind, the fresher, the better, right? So I just snuck upstairs and let Robbie fuck me again. Now are you into this or should I go clean up? I'm dripping all over the place!"

I was on top of her in a flash and slipped inside. My God, did it feel incredible! I never realized how hot it could be. The feeling as my cock thrust in and out is beyond description. If I'd known it could be like this, I would have driven up to Robbie's weeks ago.

Since I'd come a few hours earlier and had just woken from a sound sleep, I gave a good accounting of myself this time. Val's muscles had recovered somewhat and she gripped me like a velvet glove. When I told her that, she smiled.

"I love you so much!" she said. "Let's get out of here as soon as we can today, okay? I want to get you alone!"

I smiled down on her as I pumped my own seed into the depths of my wife's pussy. "You need a new name."

Val looked puzzled. "Like what?"

"How about Valerie the Magnificent?"