1 comments/ 27953 views/ 6 favorites Bucket List Boning Ch. 02 By: L0tsaluck Recall Jonette and I had dated for three years and lived together for two years. About nine months ago we began discussing marriage and our future. I am 31, once divorced and having had several serious relationships and a short marriage, am convinced that Jonette is the one for me. Jonette is a beautiful, bright, warm 26 year old woman of Swedish and German heritage. She has beautiful skin and soft flowing shoulder length wavy hair, greenish eyes, and a sweet girl next door smile. She is charming with a good sense of humor, eager, curious, determined, hard working, and fun to be around. While not a "life-of-the party" personality, she is comfortable around most anyone and well liked. With a well toned 5'-4", 123 pounds body shaped into a delightful 34C, 25, 36 inch figure she is also veerrry nice to look at. I could easily see myself growing old with Jonette. Jonette had one prior serous relationship but has pretty much been my special project over the past few years as she has learned to enjoy a full and active sex life. We've tried all the positions, every room in the apartment and a few at our places at work, a little porn, some toys, and my favorite -- photographing her in her growing wardrobe of sexy lingerie and outfits. Jonette has been an outstanding "student", learning with enthusiasm and outgrowing the narrow image of what constitutes an intimate relationship that she grew up with. We are very compatible in the bedroom and out. Several weeks ago we were watching the Bucket List movie on cable and began talking about things we wanted to do in our lives. One thing led to another and after several months we ended up on a fascinating journey to fulfill a sexual experience bucket list for Jonette before our planned wedding. The first experience, reported in "Bucket List Boning" involved her seducing a shy young man. The experience was fun for her and gave her a boost in self confidence as well as fun memory. The young man had obviously enjoyed the experience and had sent Jonette a beautiful huge bouquet of roses and a nice thank you note for the "experience". Jonette enjoyed both the sex and the experience of being lusted after and the teacher in the sexual relationship. And the best news - it didn't create any emotional hang ups. Two bucket list items remained: 2. Give in to a lustful urge and satisfy yourself with a hot jock, and, 3. Submit to a weekend of entertaining a wealthy businessman. Jonette had mentioned she had an idea for item two, satisfy yourself with a hot jock. One of the trainers at her gym would be moving back to Brazil in a couple of weeks to take care of the family business. He had been hitting on her at the gym for months and she did find him physically attractive though too arrogant and superficial to enjoy his company much. She thought a little going away present in the form of a romp in the sack would be a good plan for item two. But she was nervous as he was quite physically intimidating and had a reputation as a very successful Don Juan. Nothing much was said about the bucket list for the next week as things reverted back to normal. In the mean time I was contemplating how I could arrange for the third item over the next several weeks. Finally as the time till Hector's departure to Brazil got closer I asked Jonette if she was still thinking of bedding Hector for his going away present. She gave me her coy smile and said, "Yes, still thinking about it. He has continued to flirt and tease me about being a good girl who was afraid to have a little fun. Maybe he is right. It would be fun to surprise him and give in to his advances, but I've also thought about pretending to be interested and then leaving him high and dry." I said, "Next time he teases you, grab his package with one hand and tell him you can't sleep with him unless his cock is at least half as big as his ego. Keep your hand on him then tell him he could stop by the apartment after work to see if he measures up. Then maybe he can get his going away present. And remind him to bring a box of condoms." Jonette grinned and her aroused nipples were clearly visible through her bra and blouse. I said, "It's obvious that he excites you so go for it and have a little fun as long as it's safe. Besides, you don't have many options as you need to get the bucket list completed in the next few months before the wedding." Jonette looked a little flush from just thinking about it. I wasn't sure she would be aggressive enough to make it happen. Her natural demeanor was reserved. Grabbing some guys package was way out of character for her. I turned and said, "You might need to lose the sports bra and have a stiff drink before you go to the gym the next time." Nothing else was said about the bucket list or Hector. The following Monday I got called out of town to meet a client and had Jonette take me to the airport Tuesday morning. It was the week that Hector was leaving and I was a little anxious about not being around. As Jonette dropped me off I gave her a particularly passionate kiss and told her to have fun. I had left a bottle of Sangria on the counter at home – a subtle reminder. Tuesday evening I talked with Jonette and everything was routine. Wednesday was the same but Jonette mentioned she was going to the gym on Thursday. I called Thursday evening and Jonette giggled when she answered the phone. I asked if everything was ok and she said she was fine but had a few drinks at Hector's going away party at the gym so he was giving her a ride home. "I can't talk now," she said. "Hector thinks he is going to get his going away present - he is trying to get his hand up my skirt while he drives. By love. I'll fill you in when I meet you at the airport tomorrow." Needless to say, I was anxious for the next 24 hours. Jonette met me at curbside. We had only texted short notes so I had no idea what had happened. After I loaded my luggage and kissed and hugged Jonette – she looked great with a big warm smile and passionate kiss – we headed off. My first and only words for the next 20 minutes were, "Well, tell me about it." Jonette handed me a piece of paper which I quickly recognized as the bucket list I had prepared months ago. Item two was checked off. I had presumed as much but was anxious to hear the details. Jonette started the story. "I took your advice and had a glass of wine before going to the gym on Thursday. It was late afternoon and Hector was there and quickly told me it was his last day and that there was a little party from 8 till closing and he hoped I would be coming. He then proceeded with his usual complements of my body and suggestive comments noting how I was running out of time to have a little fling before he left. He proceeded to tease me about being a goody-two-shoes who was afraid to have some fun. As I neared the end of my workout he returned and continued the teasing. It was then that I took your advice and with my right hand grabbed his crotch very firmly. Fortunately we were out of sight of other folks. I got a hand full of balls and cock and squeezed it as I issued your challenge, "My fiancé won't let me fool around with anyone whose ego is bigger than his cock." You should have seen the look on his face. He was completely taken aback and momentarily silenced. I continued, "If you want your going away present from me you need to come to my place after your party – and bring a box of condoms." Hector stood motionless but I could feel his cock hardening as I continued to hold it. I finally let go, smiled, and walked to the next machine to finish my workout. Hector finally relaxed and walked away. I headed home to clean up and have dinner before stopping back at the party. The gym was closed early and there was about twenty of us, several staff member and some regular customers who visited over drinks and appetizers. I had a couple of drinks and enjoyed the group. Hector was very friendly and gracious thanking me for coming to the party. After awhile many of the folks headed off and it was about time to head out. Hector asked me to help him carry some of the food to the kitchen area. As soon as we were behind closed doors he gently grabbed me and pinned me against the door. With his right hand he grabbed my breast and said, "If you were serious this afternoon I'd be delighted to take you home. If you weren't serious, I'm just fondling you to get even." Then he kissed me and placed his other hand on my ass to pull me even closer. He was a good kisser and being held in his massive arms was exciting. If we hadn't heard voices coming I don't know what would have happened at the gym. We quickly gathered our things and headed out. I don't know if Hector was nervous about me driving after a couple of drinks or if he was reluctant to let me out of his site for fear I would change my mind. I rode with him to our place. We were on the way when I got your call. Hector was driving with his left hand and had his right hand pawing me like a horny teenager. I was wearing my red miniskirt and he was trying to pull it up and get his hand up my skirt. It was so tight he didn't have much luck as I blocked his advances and shooed him away. When I took your call he quickly slipped his hand in my blouse and blatantly felt up my boobs as we drove down the street. By the time I hung up it was too late for any protests to have veracity. He had reached across my front and slipped his hand over my right boob and was softly rubbing my nipple gently through that white lace bra you like so much. When he realized I had quit protesting he withdrew his hand and at the next stoplight he leaned over and unbuttoned my blouse nearly to my waist to give him more freedom and a good view of my chest. My mind was racing as he continued his manipulations. Not content with the overflowing cleavage and skimpy bra, he slipped his hand inside the bra cup and continued his assault on my rock hard nipples. I placed my hand in his lap and was rubbing his crotch as we drove the last few blocks. I had all I could do to give him directions. Finally we pulled into the driveway. Hector stopped the car and looked at me with a grin on his face and desire in his eyes. My blouse was apart and most of my right boob was pulled out of my bra. It's a good thing it was dark out. As he looked at me he asked if I really wanted him to come in. Before I could answer he asked what my fiancé would have said if knew some guy had his hand in my blouse playing with my boobs while we talked on the phone. I smiled and told him it was your idea for me to get a little experience before the wedding. Hector grinned and said "Good, you've come to the right man!" then leaned over and gave me a quick kiss then proceeded to unhook my front-hook bra as we sat in the front seat of his pickup. As he sat staring at my boobs he said "Let's get those delicious things inside and have some fun." Leaving my bra cups dangling he buttoned up two buttons so we could get out of the truck and walk to the apartment. As we headed to the door I told him "No condoms, no pussy." At which point he quickly returned to the truck and grabbed a bag from under the seat. Once in the house Hector wasted no time. He undid the remaining buttons and slipped off my blouse and bra in the living room. I was self conscious with the lights on standing there topless with my boobs and nipples swollen from his fondling. I offered Hector a drink. He declined and said he had other things in mind for his hands and mouth. Then he began kissing me. First gently on the lips, then with more passion as his tongue explored my mouth. I was running my hands over his chest and back as we continued. He is truly a massive specimen with huge arms and rippling muscles everywhere. I couldn't even reach all the way around him. He was wearing his usual skin tight black turtleneck top and black slacks to show off his physic. As the kissing continued his hands roamed over my shoulders, neck and back then proceeded down to my hips and butt. He felt me all over and held me to him tight enough that I could feel his growing cock pushing against my stomach. He soon found the hook and zipper on my skirt and wasted no time in undoing it. I had pulled his shirt part the way up and was undoing his belt. He broke his hug and peeled the tight skirt down over my hips. I was wearing those matching white sheer lace panties. He moaned his approval, complementing me on how my gym sessions had left me with a great figure. As he studied my body I motioned for him to lose the skirt and slacks. He smiled and stepped out of his slacks then pulled the tight turtleneck off revealing his hairless olive skinned body. He was wearing long legged briefs with a very obvious bulging pouch. Jonette was driving home as she was telling me the story of her experience. I was listening attentively on pins and needles. As she was describing the bulge in Hector's shorts I was sporting my own bulge and gazing lustfully at the cleavage Jonette was showing off as she drove. She turned and asked me if I wanted her to continue. "Are you kidding me? Of course." I said. She continued. Hector pulled me to him and moved toward the couch. He sat on the arm of the couch and pulled me to him steering my body so his mouth found my breast. He nuzzled his face in my breasts and covered them with kisses. His hands were all over my ass rubbing my small panties and feeling me everywhere. His mouth latched on one nipple and he kissed and sucked it more aggressively as he got even more excited. One hand slipped up the leg in the back of my panties and his fingers probed my crack and stretched from behind toward my warm pussy lips. I was panting and moaning as he kept up the pace for what seemed like ages. I was supporting myself by resting my hands on his shoulders and back. As he paused to catch his breath he slipped my now damp panties down my legs. He turned me slightly sideways and slid one hand up between my legs and placed his fingers on my pussy lips and began softly stroking. He quickly found my warm moist slit and had his finger dancing over my clit and between my pussy lips. For several minutes he gently teased my clit with the fingers of his right hand while his left hand danced from my lower legs to my shoulders with most of his time spent rubbing my ass cheeks. Finally he announced, "You're ready." And he stood and removed his briefs. A rock hard cock popped into view. I was momentarily stunned – no not by its size – but by the fact that it was completely hairless. He had shaved his whole pubic area. It made him look bigger and I might note, quite attractive. He might be a tad longer than you but is definitely thinner. Hector laughed at my reaction to his bald package. He directed me to get him the condoms he had brought and in short order he was ready to go with a hot pink condom. His tender foreplay came to an abrupt end as he pulled me to the couch and positioned me on my back. He climbed between my legs then took the pink cock in his right hand and asked me if I was ready to be a naughty girl. I responded, "Fuck me you big hunk." He squeezed my boobs briefly then positioned his cock between my pussy lips. A steady push and he was in to the hilt, grunting as our pubic bones met. He nailed me in that position for what seemed like ages but in reality was only about 10 minutes. I was squirming and panting as he pounded away. I had been horny ever since you left and his impressive body and the naughtiness of having sex with him had me completely aroused. His muscles rippled as he pumped into me with the discipline of someone doing reps on a weight machine. He reached his hands around my ass and lifted me with ease as he pushed in deeper. His back arched and he drove in even deeper then exploded. I could feel him pulse several times as he pumped the condom full. He rested only briefly then pulled out. He quickly removed the loaded condom and tied it with the expertise of someone who had lots of practice. He excused himself and inquired as to the whereabouts of the restroom while I laid naked and exhausted on the couch catching my breath. A few minutes later he returned. Still stark naked with a semi ridged cock bouncing as he walked across the room. He brought me a warm washrag and large towel and announced unceremoniously that he was going to fuck me from behind over the arm of the couch next. I told him that was fine but that he couldn't go home until I had a chance to ride him cowgirl style. Hector sat next to me and we resumed kissing and exploring each other naked bodies. He found that sensitive spot on my neck and took great pleasure in making me squirm as he nibbled my ear and neck. He's ticklish so I got him back a little until he finally grabbed me and laid me over the arm of the couch with my head on the cushion. He slipped on his condom, this time a blue one and playfully spanked my ass as he positioned between my legs. As he pushed his cock in he was chattering about how much fun it was to be fucking another man's fiancé. That theory about lasting longer the second time around didn't work. Hector was excited and came after about 20 thrusts. That round ended with restroom trips for both of us. I turned on some music and fixed us each a drink and we sat and visited about his move and our wedding plans. It was a little after midnight. I excused myself and went to the bedroom. I wanted to get a comforter and decided to put on some sexy lingerie to set the mood for round three. I chose that pink demi-cup bra, with matching garter belt, thong panties and black stockings. When I walked back in the living room Hector's eyes bulged. I spread the blanket on the floor and told Hector to lay down. I sat next to him and gently caressed his cock, gradually bringing it back to life. I don't know if it was my hand job or the fact that Hector was fondling my ass and breasts and feasting his eyes on the pink lingerie, but in any case he was at full mast in short order. I rolled on a black condom then stood next to him and slid down my panties. I straddled him and told him he was about to get fucked as I lower my pussy. I steered his cock into my pussy as I sat on him. I slowly rocked back and forth and up and down with occasional bounces to drive his cock even deeper. After about ten minutes of grinding I was getting close to coming. I took one of his hands and placed in on my breast then the other on the other breast. With one of my hands I began rubbing my clit. I closed my eyes and arched by back getting very close. Hector had pulled both tits from the bra cups and was massaging my nipples. Then I erupted in a delicious screaming orgasm as I thrust on Hector's cock. As I squealed in pleasure Hector bucked then pumped the black condom full of his cream. Jonette went quiet. I asked, "Then what happened?" She smiled at me and said Hector thanked her for the good fuck, got dressed and let himself out. She then said, "I went to bed fully satisfied sexually but missing you by my side. When I woke up this morning I checked the second item off the bucket list, picked up the house and went to work. So how was your trip?" Bucket List Boning Ch. 03 If your uncomfortable with cheateing wives and girlfriends please move on. Feedback welcome. Finale Jonette and I had dated for three years and lived together for two years. I am 31, once divorced and, having had several serious relationships and a short marriage, am convinced that Jonette is the one for me. Jonette is a beautiful, bright, warm 26 year old woman of Swedish and German heritage. She has beautiful skin and soft flowing shoulder length wavy hair, greenish eyes, and a sweet girl next door smile. She is charming with a good sense of humor, eager, curious, determined, hard working, and fun to be around. While not a "life-of-the party" personality, she is comfortable around most anyone and well liked. With a well toned 5'-4", 123 pounds body shaped into a delightful 34C, 25, 36 inch figure she is also very nice to look at. Several weeks ago we were watching the Bucket List movie on cable and began talking about things we wanted to do in our lives. One thing led to another and we ended up on a fascinating journey to fulfill a bucket list of sexual experiences before our planned wedding. Actually it was my bucket list for Jonette as she had limited sexual experience before me. I wanted her to "sow her wild oats" so to speak before we were married. Partly to make sure any curiosities were satisfied and partly to give her some more experiences in the sack and to neutralize any jealousies that might result from her far more limited experience. It took many conversations to explain my motives and make Jonette more comfortable with the idea that it could be fun and not a threat to our relationship. The first experience, reported in "Bucket List Boning" involved her seducing a shy young man. The experience was fun for her and gave her a boost in self confidence. Jonette enjoyed both the sex and the experience of being lusted after and being the teacher to a younger man. And it only enhanced the strength of our relationship. The second experience involved Jonette letting her fitness instructor bed her one night before he moved from town. The fact that a younger hot jock was attracted to her combined with the experience of being nailed by a guy with 18 inch biceps (see Bucket List Boning 2), left her a little more open to the third item on the bucket list. Again, no subsequent hang-ups, guilt or regrets. The remaining item left on the bucket list was to submit to a weekend of entertaining a wealthy businessman. Jonette was less sure of this challenge. She had indicated that if it was going to happen I would have to make the arrangements and yet she would retain veto power on the man. It couldn't be anyone local and she was scared to death of any internet search. In the mean time the clock was ticking toward our wedding date now only a few weeks away. With very busy schedules it looked like it wasn't going to happen. Then Jonette's parents were hurt in a car accident and all attention was redirected. Her father couldn't walk her down the aisle in a full cast say nothing of dance with his daughter, so the wedding was put on indefinite hold and our spare time was devoted to visiting and helping out during the healing process. A couple of months had passed and things were returning to normal when we started rescheduling the wedding. One night as we were doing our task list I mentioned that Jonette still had to finish the bucket list before the wedding. Her response, "I thought you forgot about that." was delivered with enough of a smile to signal that there was at least a possibility. Jonette continued, "For that to happen you will need to find a very nice business man and a pretty drunk fiancé." For the next few weeks I struggled to think of a way to make this happen. The following week I got a call from an old friend who ran a catering business. I have occasionally helped him out in tight spots as I had been a bar tender for him in college. Helping out and picking up some extra spending money was a pretty good gig if I could schedule it around my full time job and Jonette's and my plans. As it turned out he needed someone to be bartender, cook and helper for a group that had rented out a beach house for Memorial Day weekend. His regulars were all booked or unavailable and he assured me everything would be prepared and ready all he needed was for me to help out. The money would be good and I could keep any tip. Friday noon till Monday noon. The place was about 90 minutes away and very luxurious, about 200 yards from the Atlantic. As I thought about it I figured it might be a nice chance for Jonette to spend some alone time and see her folks and we could use the extra money for the wedding. With Jeannette's concurrence I agreed. I arrived Friday and by evening I was grilling thick fish fillets from their afternoon charter outing for three very hungry guys. Lots of booze, baked potatoes and salad and I had three very happy guests. The men were old classmates from dental school who got together for a boys weekend every year. Ben seemed to be the planner. He was a dental surgeon in Raleigh and his Porche Cayenne Turbo hinted at his success. Tony and Bret were in practice together in Savannah and seemed to be very comfortable as well. The men were all mid thirties, stylish and seemed to fit that Duke stereotype just about perfectly. Smart, sophisticated, successful and fun loving. Ben had been on the college golf team and Tony and Bret had both played tennis. We all got along well and they put away any hint of arrogance when they realized I was doing this as a favor and could hold my own on most any topic they discussed. I provided the fourth and managed to pick up a couple hundred in poker profits as the night wore on. Saturday morning as I was getting breakfast Tony got a call. After several minutes of conversation he told Bret they needed to head back to town. A family friend had been in a car accident and knocked some teeth loose and they wanted to get back and make sure he had the best care possible. They quickly departed leaving Ben with loads of food and a need to reschedule some activities. He managed to arrange alternative golf plans and headed out after lunch. He noted that there were empty bedrooms if I knew anyone who wanted to spend a night at the beach. It struck me that I should invite Jonette to drive down for the rest of the weekend. Dah! Then it really struck me – I might have found the business man I was looking for. I quickly called Jonette and invited her to drive down. I told her there was plenty of room and food and I could use a little help serving the client. And bring some hot clothes – I'm really horny. It was a beautiful sunny and warm but not hot day. The beach sounded nice and Jonette called back within the hour and said she would be on her way. By six that evening Jonette was helping me with diner while we waited for Ben to get back from golf. Jonette looked fantastic in her tight white short shorts and tight tank top. When she arrived I had asked her to take off her engagement ring and pretend she was a colleague who had come down to help and get some sun. As she gave me a suspicious funny looked I explained that Ben was an attractive businessman who just might be able to help her complete her bucket list. Jonette looked at me then slowly slid off her ring and said, "No promises but we'll see. Now fix me a drink or I'll pull the plug on this plan before I even meet Ben." Within the hour Ben returned and was greeted by Jonette who handed him a beer and introduced herself. The story was that she was a coworker from my regular job who wanted a weekend at the beach in exchange for a little kitchen help. Ben was delighted and quickly turned on the charm. Over the next few hours we chatted, ate, and drank. Ben flirted and Jonette played the coy but not uninterested target of Ben's attention. After a while I noticed that Ben's legs were touching Jonette's and he occasionally placed his hand on her leg as he told stories. At one point he pulled me aside and asked me to go and turn on the hot tub. He asked if I thought Jonette would accept an invitation to join him in the hot tub. I told him he should give her something a little stronger to drink since she was shy, but that then he should give it a try. When I got back Ben had gone to his car. He returned with a joint and noted that the guys enjoyed a little joint once a year. He lit it and asked if we would like a hit. I said that company policy was to do whatever the client asked to make sure they were happy and I took a very small hit and passed it to Jonette. She looked at me, smiled, and then took a deep hit from the joint. Needless to say, both Ben and I focused on making sure Jonette did most of the smoking. Before long Jonette was feeling the effect. She was loosening up and giggling at Ben's jokes. In the mean time he had his hand on her leg nearly continuously as they visited. With Jonette pretty hammered from the bud Ben announced it was time to go to the hot tub. Jonette protested that it was getting late and she shouldn't but Ben persisted. I spoke up telling Jonette, "Remember company policy is to do whatever the client wants." Jonette stood up and looked at me then said, "OK, whatever the client wants." With that Ben took her hand and walked to the hot tub on the enclosed patio. The full effect of the joint and booze was apparent as Jonette was holding onto Ben as they walked. The hot tub was very inviting. The sky was filled with stars and the steam was rising from the bubbling water. Underwater lights glowed providing subtle lighting to the area. And Ben's hand was placed firmly on Jonette's shapely ass as they walked. His intentions were clear. Ben removed his shirt, and sandals then undid his shorts in a matter-of-fact style. He was in good shape, strong and tan but not intimidating. As he slid down his shorts his boxer briefs covered a package that was obviously showing the effects of feasting on Jonette's tight outfit and fondling her ass. With his briefs on, he stepped into the tub. He told Jonette to join him. She said she needed her bikini. I told Ben I had laid out towels for him and that I was going to turn in for the evening. I knew full well that the hot tub was fully visible from my second floor room. I turned to Jonette and said, "Remember, do whatever the client wants – and have fun." I could see her hard nipples were revealing their aroused state through her bra and blouse. I handed her a bottle of cold water and nodded for her to join Ben in the tub. Jonette hesitated momentarily, and then repeated, "Anything the client wants." She stepped into the tub without removing her tight white shorts and top. I could feel my stomach churning and my now hard cock pulsing as I watched my fiancé dip into the water. Jonette dipped to her neck in the churning water then stood back up and said "sleep tight". Her soaked top clung to her firm boobs and the dark areoles and engorged nipples were clearly visible through the top and sheer bra. Ben's eyes were glued to her top as well but I suspected his hands were already at work below the water level. I quickly returned to the room and positioned myself so that I could view the tub. Within a few minutes Ben was kissing Jonette like a horny high schooler in the back seat of a car. I quietly slid open the window and could clearly hear Jonette's moans as Ben went to work on my half drunk, half stoned fiancé. Within ten minutes Ben had Jonette standing on the seat of the tub while he peeled off her top. Her skimpy sheer wet bra did little to support her breasts but then their near perfect 34C size didn't need any support. The bra provided a little modesty under a blouse when dry, but simply served to draw attention to her tits when wet. When Jonette protested Ben's attempt to remove her bra he quickly peeled down her shorts before she knew what was happening. Jonette's skimpy sheer panties were a matched set with her bra. Her dark neatly trimmed pubic patch was clearly visible and the fabric hugged her private parts. Ben was standing in the deepest part of the hot tub so his face was about even with Jonette's breasts. Ben soon was kissing his way around nature's beauty. He ignored the bra and feasted on her breasts, nuzzling his face between the soft shapely orbs. His hands cupped the breasts and he smothered his face in soft, warm, wet flesh. My heart was beating so hard that I was afraid that Jonette could hear it from the twenty foot distance. But she was absorbed in the attention at hand. Ben slid down one bra strap and latched his lips on an engorged nipple. In the mean time his hands were hugging Jonette's ass. The panties were quickly dispensed with without protest then Ben sat Jonette on the edge of the hot tub. He quickly pushed her legs apart and moved his face between her legs. For the next 15 minutes Ben worked Jonette over. He must have known what he was doing as he had her squealing and grabbing his head. I could hear Jonette saying "Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. She arched her back and leaned back as Ben continued. One bare boob heaved on her chest and the other still strained against the remaining bra cup. Finally Jonette screamed in release and collapsed back on the deck. Ben climbed out of the hot tub and stripped off his wet briefs as he eyed Jonette's slow recovery from the climax. He toweled off then approached Jonette. He grabbed her bra cups tightly with both hands and ripped the clasp apart leaving Jonette completely nude. He next positioned himself so his cock was next to her head. It was no secrete what was next as he gentle pushed Jonette's hair from her face, leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips then took what looked like a very hard six inch cock and placed in on her lips. He said, "My turn." then thrust forward so his cock was pressed on Jonette's lips. She obliged and he was soon slowly thrusting his cock ever deeper into Jonette's mouth. I thought I heard a car door but ignored it as I was watching my finance get faced fucked by a near complete stranger. Jonette has been known to give a good blow job but not in the submissive position that Ben had placed her. She was a willing participant as she now had one hand between his legs fondling his balls and ass. He was quickening his pace of face fucking her with an occasional tit squeeze or nipple tweak. From my vantage point it looked like the full six inches of hard cock was pulsing in and out of Jonette's mouth. As I watched Tony and Bret appeared on the patio startling Ben as they announce their return. The timing couldn't have been worse. The trigger had been pulled and Ben was cumming as he jerked back from being startled. His cock pulled from Jonette's mouth as the first stream of cum exploded. As several spurts erupted Jonette's chest was the landing spot for the hot creamy cum. She gasped for breath and laid in something of a stupor as her wet sweaty and cum splattered torso provided eye candy for the guys. She looked around as if to grab a cover but then simple collapsed, seeming to acknowledging it was way too late to be modest. Ben grinned then said," I didn't expect you back this weekend." The guys roared in laughter but hadn't taken their eyes off Jonette's nude body. After a few moments Ben grabbed a towel for himself and Jonette slipped her nude body back into the hot tub. Ben introduced Jonette as a woman from the caterer who was here to "keep the client happy." She acknowledged their presence with an embarrassed smile. Ben continued by telling his buddies she had a very sweet pussy and gives a great blow job but still need to be fucked. By now both Bret and Tony had grabbed a beer and were removing their clothes. Ben handed Jonette a fresh drink. Both guys were in good shape, Bret being tall and lean but sporting what looked like seven or eight inches of hard cock as he stripped off his briefs and climbed into the hot tub nude and with a full hard on. Tony was the shorter and stockier one and kept his briefs on as he climbed into the hot tub. The three chatted for several minutes. Jonette's bust line was just below the water level but no doubt very visible to the guys. I heard Jonette explain that the boss said do whatever the client wants this weekend and have fun. Her slight slur gave away her inebriated condition. By now the guys were snuggly seated on both sides of her. Brent was the first to lean in and give her a kiss. She willingly accepted and things quickly heated up. Ben returned with another joint and passed it around. All four shared the joint but Brent and Tony seemed more interested in Jonette than the joint. It was quite a sight with Jonette standing in the middle of the hot tub with one guy suckling on each tit while she inhaled the smoke. Ben watched from the sidelines as the guys quickly had Jonette squirming and breathing deeply. I wished I had a camera – never in a hundred years had I imagined Jonette nude in a hot tub entertaining three horny businessmen. I was working on my second erection of the night as the guys placed Jonette over the side of the hot tub with her chest on the deck and her ass exposed. Her shapely ass was a cock magnet. Tony was kissing and fondling her ass while Bret sat on the deck gently rubbing Jonette's back. Tony was working Jonette into a frenzy with his fingers in her pussy first then in her ass. Jonette was getting louder as she whimpered and moaned as Tony continued. Bret said, "I think she is ready for a good fucking now." Jonette just panted, "Yes, yes." I had seldom seen her in such a sexual frenzy. Tony repositioned her slightly so he could fuck her from behind. She was soaked and he slipped his bare cock in quickly. He grunted as he pushed in full depth planting what Jonette later guessed was another seven inches of thick cock deep in her pussy. He pounded her for several strokes then flipped her over tit side up and climbed out of the hot tub onto the deck to finish the job in the missionary position. By now Bret had his cock in hand and was feeding it to Jonette. It took them a few minutes to get their timing down but they were soon giving it to Jonette from both ends. Jonette seemed to be cumming repeatedly as they continued their assault. Neither guy lasted long. Bret had a somewhat juvenile "Bombs away" chant he used as he unloaded deep in Jonette's pussy. Tony pumped a few spurts deep in Jonette's throat then withdrew as Jonette struggled to swallow. Tony pumping the final streams on Jonette's tits as she gasped for breath still shaking from her last orgasm. It was about 1am. Ben helped Jonette back into the hot tub to clean up and gave her a bottle of cool water. Bret and Tony rinsed off as well and complemented Jonette on how hot the sex had been. Since Bret and Tony had returned, Jonette had lost her bedroom and Ben informed her she was going to sleep with him. Jonette was exhausted and still feeling the effect of the joints, too much booze and lots of fucking. Ben helped her out of the tub, wrapped her in a towel and took her off to his room for the night. The next morning about 10 Jonette got up and came to the kitchen where I was working. She kissed me passionately, said that was quite a party last night, and grabbed my cock. She asked me if I enjoyed knowing my fiancé fucked three men in one night. I told her I had watched the whole hot tub orgy and came twice as she was getting fucked by the dentists. As she released my now hardening cock she teased, "Remember it was your idea that I submit to a businessman for a weekend – and the weekend is only half over." "Your innocent little fiancé isn't quite so innocent anymore." As she gave me a final squeeze she said she would take care of this (referring to my cock) when we got back home on Monday. Bucket List Boning Ch. 03 It wasn't long before the guys were up. Ben was grinning ear to ear commenting on how nice it was to fall asleep with his face pressed against two beautiful tits. Jonette was blushing in her now sober state as she faced the three men she had serviced ten hours earlier. Tony said the party was a delightful surprise and then asked Jonette if she enjoyed it. She blushed even more obviously, then shrugged and joked, "Anything to keep the clients happy." Bret patted Jonette's ass and complemented her on her dedication to her work, encouraging to keep that positive attitude, at least for the rest of the weekend. Ben told everyone he had rented five jet skis and everyone should eat and get ready. Twenty minutes later everyone gathered to head to the beach. Jonette was wearing a skirt type coverup over a bikini bottom and a tank top over a bikini top. Bret walked up from behind and reached around her grabbing both boobs and telling everyone he was just checking to make sure he wasn't just dreaming last night. Jonette blushed and grabbed his hand but didn't remove them. Everyone laughed and commented on the great time the night before. Tony next approached Jonette and removed the skirt wrap saying he wanted to be able to feast his eyes on that cute ass while they were on the jet skis. Ben concurred and told Jonette to lose the bikini top as well. Jonette said, "But this tank top is so thin I'll look practically naked it if gets wet." The guys all chuckled as Jonette realized how her concern was exactly Ben's intention. Jonette shrugged he shoulders and undid the neck and back strings then reached under her shirt and ceremoniously removed the bikini top saying, "I have to keep the client happy." The freed up puppies bounced delightfully under the shirt with her aroused nipples making their presence known. The next several hours we had a blast on the jet skis. After some training we headed down the intercostals waterway for several miles enjoying the nice homes, wildlife and weather. After a while the guys learned to control the watercraft well enough that they could direct water sprays with decent accuracy. Needless to say Jonette was repeatedly soaked. And, as Jonette had warned, her soaked top made her look like a contestant in a wet t-shirt contest much to the delight of the guys. Jonette was resigned to her fate as a boy toy for the guys but got anxious every time a boat passed in the other direction and the passengers stared at her. After several hours on the water we returned to the beach house for a break. Everyone crashed till early evening. I put a couple of pans of lasagna in the oven and served the salad and garlic bread. Ben opened a bottle of wine and we had a casual dinner on the patio. Jonette challenged the guys to tell her a little about themselves. Tony had been divorced a few years earlier and wasn't currently dating anyone as his time was split between weekends with his boys and 50 hour work weeks. Ben had lost his wife in a car accident about 15 months earlier and was still recovering. He admitted that last night was only the second time he had sex since his wife passed. Bret was married and admitted he was struggling with his feelings all day as he felt guilty for cheating but his wife had always said that she understood this was his one get-away weekend each year and she didn't want to hear what went on. Then the guys turned to Jonette with Bret saying, "You're obviously attractive and smart and must be attached, what is your story?" Jonette, paused then started her story. "Yes, I'm attached, in fact, engaged to a guy I'm head over heels in love with. In fact, I'm scheduled to be married in 8 weeks. But the guy has encouraged me to be sure I had sowed my wild oats, so to speak. And since you guys were so nice and Ben got me so slammed on booze and that bud, I figured one last fling before a life of monogamy might be kind of fun. As Jonette looked around the room the guys were grinning from ear to ear. Tony spoke first. "And did you enjoy the fling." Jonette paused, and then said, "Yes, I think so, you guys got me off several times and it felt good." Jonette looked at me and saw me smiling. She had kept our secret. Tony continued, "So the company policy of keeping the client happy doesn't usually include sex?" Everyone laughed. Jonette responded, "It was my decision to do everything I was asked to keep the clients happy. Bret interrupted, "And is the policy still in effect?" Jonette paused then said, "If you have some more booze and bud it's in effect until I leave at noon tomorrow." The guys all chuckled and smiled at the answer. Tony excused himself and went to his SUV. He returned a few minutes later with a bottle of vodka and a pouch reporting to the group that all systems were go. "We've got booze and bud." Ben then suggested that Jonette should get something sexy on and serve some drinks and snacks while they played a little poker. Tony had already handed Jonette a drink. Jonette retreated to her room and 15 minutes later reappeared. We had already started playing cards. She said, "Note quite a French maids outfit but the closest I had." The guys voiced their approval as they eyed her outfit. She was wearing a short black skirt with black stockings and heels. Her blouse was also black but very sheer revealing more lingerie underneath. It was an outfit I had got Jonette on our third anniversary of dating and it was very hot and fit her perfectly. I knew it included a shear lace bikini panty and demi bra cups that left nearly half of her breasts exposed. Tony asked Jonette to bring the snacks from the kitchen. For the next several minutes Jonette served the guys and freshened their drinks. As Jonette got close each guy would place his hand on leg and feel her thighs. Ben soon discovered she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose and of course each guy had to confirm the find. Unlike the night before I was participating in the groping and enjoying Jonette's expressions as hands traveled up her skirt and explored here sensitive areas. The card game kept things from going beyond an ass massage as the game continued. Bret then lit a joint and handed it to Jonette with a simple command, "Smoke this until you feel real good." Ben joked that she already felt good to him. The game continued for about another ten minutes until Tony called Jonette over. As she stood next to his chair he turned her around and found the hook and zipper to her skirt. He undid them and slid her skirt down over her shapely hips. Her garter straps from the bustier, stocking tops and part of her sheer panties were on full display. Tony called her over next and stood to undo her blouse buttons. The blouse was quickly removed leaving Jonette in her very fancy lingerie in front of four very horny guys. When she brought me a drink she turned my chair and sat on my lap as if she was going to play cards. She proceeded to wiggle her ass in my crotch and groin knowing full well I was hard as a rock. The game only lasted about fifteen minutes longer. Jonette was too distracting. Ben had folded not because he had bad cards but because it would give him a chance to fondle Jonette instead of concentrating on the game. Jonette looked a little flush from the bud but was clearly enjoying the attention. Ben called her over and stood and removed his clothes. He then slid down her panties. Fresh bikini tan lines drew attention to her pubic area and the modest bush from the night before had been trimmed to a tiny landing patch of pubic hair. Ben sat back down leaning back in the chair and directed Jonette to straddle him. With no foreplay, he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her down on his erect cock. Jonette gasped softly as the cock slipped between her wet pussy lips and found its warm, wet target. Ben was so excited from a day of lusting after Jonette that he needed to bury his cock in some warm pussy. "God that feels good" he exclaimed. He quickly had Jonette bouncing up and down on his rod as he held her ass cheeks in his hands. He reached up with one hand to feel Jonette's tits then pulled first one then the other bra cup partly down so her puffy areoles and hard nipples were exposed. Jonette was giving as good as she received, bucking her body and arching her back so as to increase the penetration. In the mean time both Tony and Bret has stripped and were sporting raging hard-ons. Each had taken a position on opposite sides of Jonette and both had one hand fondling the nearest tit. As Tony tweaked her nipple and Ben pounded away, Jonnettte had her hand in her crotch massaging her clit. Her indifference to playing with herself while she was being fucked in a well lit room with three strangers was unbelievable – no doubt a result of the dope she had smoked. As she gasped for breath she erupted in an orgasm and her body shuttered as if she were having a seizure. Seconds later Ben gasped as he unloaded what must have been a big load, deep in Jonette's pussy. Jonette had little time to rest as Tony had opened the sofa sleeper in the living area and with Bret's help had Jonette on her back with her legs in the air and his rod taking aim at the very freshly fucked pussy. With her black stockings and bustier still on Tony went to work. Bret moved his cock toward Jonette's face but she said she needed to breath and grabbed his cock with her hand and started pumping it. With her other hand she began desperately massaging her clit again as Tony's cock pulsed in her pussy inches away. She started a soft chant, "Fuck me, fuck me." as she was being pummeled. Bret let loose first spraying his load on Jonette's chest and stomach leaving very visible globs of cum on her black bustier and exposed tits. Jonette and Tony came together, both quivering as their bodies expressed the pleasure of a hard orgasm. With rest breaks the four of them were fucking for the next hour. They removed Jonette's lingerie and cleaned Jonette up in the hot tub and took turns eating her to another orgasm, Bret pounded her from the rear over the back of the couch and she coaxed a load from Ben by riding him horseback in the middle of the living room. As they collapsed on the sleeper I headed to my room. I later learned I had missed several blow jobs and the sight of Jonette being fucked from both ends while Tony feasted on her nipples. Tony had two fingers in her ass leading to an explosive orgasm. Then Bret and Ben both got into her again in the shower in the morning. After that Monday Memorial Day was quiet and restful with everyone relaxed in the afterglow of a night of hot sex. Jonette admitted to being sore and exhausted but joked about being a much more experience woman now. In the early afternoon we packed up our vehicles and headed off. Before leaving Ben thanked me for the great care and especially for inviting Jonette to come for the weekend. He handed me a tip of a $1000 check and told me to use it to help with the wedding. The check had his phone number.