1 comments/ 23128 views/ 4 favorites Cassie and Mike Go Exploring By: PeterFrancisM Cassie plodded up the steps to the apartment building, fumbled for her key and let herself in. She wondered whether Modesty would be at home. However conventional Modesty might be as a forename for a girl in Barbados, it was a complete misnomer for her friend. Her voluptuous flatmate took full advantage of her curves and flaunted them wherever and whenever possible. Cassie knew her friend had many lovers; the cries of delight that issued from Modesty's bedroom almost nightly bore witness to that. Cassie was hoping there wouldn't be anyone with her friend tonight, though. She needed someone to listen to the end of her affair with Brian. His final contribution to their relationship was leaking into her knickers, making them cold, sticky and wet. A farewell fuck, she thought. His cheating had become intolerable, but she'd felt she owed herself one final screw. Whatever his failings, Brian was a good performer in bed, and Cassie couldn't envisage where her next fuck was coming from. She trotted up the stairs to her apartment. Modesty's bedroom door was open. All was quiet, so Cassie peeped in, hoping her friend was awake and prepared to listen. Her discretion was a waste of time. Modesty, naked, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, was squatting on a man's cock. The only reason for her silence was that her lips were wrapped round the erection of a second man who was standing beside the bed. Modesty's magnificent breasts were bouncing in time with her rise and fall. She opened her eyes. "Hey! Cass!" Modesty exclaimed, after removing the man's penis from her mouth. "This is so fuckin' good! You just goin' to stand and watch, or you goin' to join in?" Cassie was dumbstruck. She hadn't realized that Modesty's sex life was quite so inventive. Both of tonight's men were real studs, probably rugby players, she thought. Modesty's work as physiotherapist at the hospital must bring her into contact with many young men with sports injuries. Cassie smiled to herself. Modesty was certainly in pretty intimate contact with these two, she thought. She decided against watching, she wasn't in the mood and as for joining in, that was out of the question. She shook her head and took herself off to bed. The following morning, Cassie showered, dressed and got ready to go to work. She was making coffee in the kitchen when the taller of the men stuck his head round the door. "Hello, I'm Mike. Do I smell coffee?" Cassie poured him a mug. "Sorry about what you walked in on last night," he said. "Modesty was sure you wouldn't be back until late." "I'm used to it," Cassie told him. "I would have been a lot later, but for the fact that my boyfriend is now my ex-boyfriend." "Lots more fish in the sea for a pretty girl like you," he said. "Me, for example." He laughed. Cassie looked at him. "You seemed to be pretty well engaged last night," she commented. "Nope. That was just fun," he said. "Don't get me wrong, I like Modesty. She's one of those girls who enjoy life to the full and have no intention of settling down yet. Not my sort, except for, as I say, a fun night. You, on the other hand are more a woman for a relationship, at least according to Modesty. That was what she brought me round for, so's you and I could meet, but then other things got in the way." Cassie looked hard at Mike. He was tall, nice-looking and well-built. Well-endowed, too, she recalled, from the glimpse of his equipment she'd seen sliding down Modesty's throat. "So, would a date interest you?" Mike asked. "Could be. I'm getting old. Twenty-six. I could do with some reassurance that I haven't become invisible to the male sex," Cassie told him. "Call round this evening and we'll see." She gathered up her books. "Now, I have to go and shout at some students about their English assignments... those who did it!" "You goin' to date Mike, then?" Modesty asked Cassie when they met up after work. "I think so," "He's an interesting guy." "To be brutally honest, Mo, what I need most of all is a man to scratch my itch." "That what you call it?" Modesty laughed, her West Indian accent coming out , as always when she was amused. "Well, I hope he do that for you. Me, I just loved his dick down my throat." "I can understand that, too," Cassie agreed. "But it will be just sex for the moment. I want some time before I commit to anything more, after that bastard Brian." Mike took Cassie for a meal at a local Indian restaurant. Their conversation was light and superficial, but Cassie knew she'd go home with him. Back at his apartment, they wasted no time in getting naked. "Well," Mike said, examining her. "I think I won the lottery. You look great." "You're not too shabby yourself," Cassie said. As she remembered, he had a sportsman's body and, right now, his erection was impressive. She got to her knees and gave him her best efforts. He seemed to get harder and longer the more she sucked and it excited her a lot to think of how he would fill her. On the bed, she played with him some more, persuading his engorged penis to turn dark red. He slid it between her thighs, prising her labia apart. The tip of his erection was nudging her clitoris each time he slid forward, and the rim of its helmet flipped over her bud as he pulled back, too. Cassie moaned. "Fuck me, Mike," she murmured into his ear. She shifted to allow him access and he thrust into her vagina. His erection shrivelled almost instantly. "Sorry," he said. "Lost it. Too nice." He rolled away from her, on to his back. Cassie looked at the poor, shrunken worm between his thighs. She took hold of it and encouraged it back to the stand. She took it in her mouth and applied enough suction to have functioned as a vacuum cleaner. Mike groaned. Cassie straddled him and was just starting to enjoy the size of him inside her when, again, Mike's penis shrank and flopped out of her. "Never mind," she said. Next time." They cuddled for a while, then Mike used his fingers to bring her off. A few minutes later, once she'd stopped shaking, he diddled her again, this time with his tongue. Cassie, unused to consecutive orgasms, pleaded for mercy. Remembering that she had to work the following morning, she got dressed and went home. Their next date ended the same way. Mike was as hard as a rock until the moment he penetrated her, but thereafter the loss of rigidity happened every time. "it doesn't matter," she told him. "It'll happen when it happens. There are lots more things we can do while we wait." So their time together was spent with his tongue in her, or his penis in her mouth, which gave them both great pleasure. They found that they shared similar views on leisure time, too. Cassie was happy to watch Mike's rugby matches and he cheerfully went along to her choir rehearsals, although he refused point-blank to be dragooned into the bass section. It made sense to move in together after a few months, as Cassie was spending so little time in her own apartment. "Hey, girl, don't you go losin' touch!" Modesty exclaimed as Cassie gathered up her last few belongings. "I won't," Cassie assured her. "I may even come round and watch, if you're having one of your orgies!" "You do that!" They hugged and Cassie went off to her new home. "Cass," Mike began one morning, "I know you have to wear respectable clothes when you go to teach, but have you ever thought of being a little more daring when we go out?" "Would you like that?" "Silly question! You have a body that any man would lust over and many women would die for. It would be great if you showed it off more." "I'll think about it," Cassie said, as she gathered up her briefcase and the marking she'd done the previous evening. "Let's discuss it at the weekend." Mike watched her leave. Even in her business-like suit, with minimal makeup and her hair scraped back, Cassie was an attractive woman. Shoulder-length dark hair, long legs, a neat pair of breasts and an attractive face, who could ask for more? When Cassie returned from work on the Friday evening, Mike was waiting. "So?" he asked. "I'm prepared to give it a try. What do you have in mind?" "This sort of thing," he said, holding up a dress he'd bought for her. Cassie looked at it. It was short, dark blue and silky. "Is it the right size?" she asked. "All your stuff is a size ten, so a ten is what I got," he said. "Try it on and you'll find out." Cassie took the dress into the bathroom to change. She stripped to her bra and knickers, put the dress on and came out to face Mike. "Can we get rid of that?" he said, reaching behind Cassie and unclipping her bra. The front of the dress hung low, revealing almost the full globe of Cassie's breasts. "I can't be seen in public like this!" she protested. "My boobs are out in the open!" "I dare you," Mike said. "I tell you what. If you go out wearing that dress just as it is, I'll do the housework for a week." Cassie thought: "Two weeks," "Done." Cassie wondered what she'd let herself in for. She had grown up in a conservative household and to wear this dress in public was going to be stressful. Exciting, though. "I think it's best if you wear it for the first time somewhere else, rather than around here. It wouldn't do much for your career if your students saw you like that," Mike said. They were due to go away for a weekend soon after, to attend the wedding of one of Mike's friends, so Cassie decided that would be the occasion. To get there, they would be travelling on a late-night train, so she hoped there wouldn't be a mass of people staring at her. On the evening in question, Cassie watched as Mike heaved their bags into the rack above their seats. She took off her coat, straightened the dress and sat down. There were only a few other passengers and they were at the far end of the carriage, which comforted her. Outside it was pitch black, as the train ran through the countryside. Cassie glanced at her reflection in the window. The neckline of the dress hung in a curve, well down her chest. Her nipples were hidden by no more than an inch and, because they were erect, they made little bulges in the thin material. She leaned forward towards Mike, and he stared down the front of her dress. "Wow!" he said. "When you do that I can see the whole of your breasts!" "Is that what you want?" "For a start, yes." Cassie raised her eyebrows and sat back. She'd assumed that the dress was an end in itself, not the first step in something Mike was planning. "What else do you want?" she asked. "Just a moment. Here comes the ticket collector." As Mike held out their tickets to the man, one of them slipped through his fingers and dropped to the floor. Without thinking, Cassie bent down to pick them up. The collector's eyes opened wide as Cassie's bare breasts swung in front of him. She blushed, but Mike and the man shared a complicit smile. "Everything in order," the man commented, returning the tickets to Cassie. "In fine order!" He passed along the carriage. "Mike! You did that on purpose!" Cassie protested. "Yup! And you looked great! Right, let's sort something for when he comes back." "Pardon?" Cassie was shocked, but also, she had to admit, turned on by being exposed to a stranger. "Well, he's admired your breasts, so maybe when he comes back, we'll let him see some leg." Mike said. "You're serious, aren't you?" Cassie said. "Very much so. Are you on for it? Three weeks of housework?" Cassie didn't reply. She wasn't sure if she was happy to do this. But if it made Mike happy... She leaned back and crossed her legs. "Okay," she said. "I don't know about this. You know what you're aiming at, so just tell me what to do. It's all your responsibility. You decide how much you want him to see. I'll follow instructions." Mike leaned across towards Cassie and pushed the dress further up her thighs. The reinforced section of her tights came into view. He sat back, examined her and shook his head. "Go and take your tights off," he said. Cassie's eyes opened wide. "You said you wouldn't change anything of what I wanted," he reminded her. "So, go and take off your tights." Cassie stood and went to the toilet compartment. In the mirror there, her face showed pink. She peeled off her tights, staggering a little because of the swaying of the train, and put them into her handbag. She was grateful she was wearing decent knickers. She had a quick pee, then returned to the compartment. There was still no sign of the collector. Cassie sat back down, knees together, feeling rather tense. The dress, in addition to its low neckline, was rather shorter than she was used to. "Okay," Mike said. "I want you to sit by the window and at an angle across the seat." "Like this?" Cassie slid into the corner. Her dress slid up her thighs, revealing most of their length. "Good," Mike commented, "but not enough." He stood and leaned over Cassie. He pulled the dress higher up and the side of her knickers came into sight. "No," she said. "I'm not showing my knickers to him. And look, here he comes." The collector was still some distance away, at the far end of the carriage. Mike frowned, then his face cleared. Before Cassie could stop him, his hands were up under her dress, pulling her knickers down and off. She didn't dare struggle too much or make a noise, fearing that other passengers would notice. Mike triumphantly stuffed her knickers into his pocket. The collector was looking the other way, still. "And now cross your legs." Mike ordered. Cassie, bright red, obeyed. The dress was gathered around the top of her thighs, and at the side was revealing part of her bottom. She froze, not daring to move for fear of revealing more, as the collector approached. She closed her eyes to a slit, as if asleep. She sensed, rather than saw the collector pause. She could almost feel his eyes roaming over her exposed flesh. He nodded in approval to Mike, then walked on in silence. Cassie opened her eyes. She glanced down at herself and gasped. She'd been so concerned about the amount of leg on display that she'd forgotten about the neckline of the dress. It had slid sideways in her struggle over her knickers and the nipple of her right breast was out in the open. "You're a devil, Mike," she scolded him. "A lucky devil, I agree." Cassie came back to the present, to where she stood on the steps of the town hall beside her new husband, Mike, smiling for the cameras of her many friends. Why should she not smile? This was her wedding day and she was very happy to formalize the relationship that she and Mike shared. Inside, however, she was trembling. It was hard not to hyperventilate. She slowed down her breathing with a conscious effort. The memory of that first time had made her nipples rise, although, for the moment, they weren't on show. But it was true. That incident had been only a first step for Mike. "No, Mike," Cassie insisted the following morning, as they were getting ready to go to the registry office. "It's a wedding. I'm not going to meet your friends looking like some cheap tart." Mike dropped the dress on the bed. "You don't look cheap, nor could you ever look like a tart," he said. "All I want is for you to look sexy." "Wrong occasion, Mike." Cassie thought for a moment. "Look, would it be enough if I had no underwear on? It's important for me to look nice for your friends, but you'll know that I'm being sexy in secret, just for you." "I suppose it'll have to do." Cassie put on the skirt and blouse that she'd brought. Without a bra, she felt quite daring, since the lightweight material clung to her breasts. She suspected that the shape of her nipples would show. When she looked over her shoulder into the mirror, the skirt followed the shape of her bottom quite closely. "At least you can't complain about a visible panty line!" Mike joked. "Happy?" Cassie asked. She was nervous. "As I said, you'll do. But I'll be asking you to do more." "We'll see." At the reception, Cassie stood with Mike at the bar while the band was setting up. She was aware that other men were looking at her. She felt them examining her, working out that she wasn't wearing a bra and, she guessed, thinking about what that might imply about her. "All the other women are dressed up, of course," Mike whispered to her. "But you're the only one whose nipples are so obvious. How do you feel?" "Unsure of myself. I'm only doing this for you." "Not turned on at all?" Mike sounded disappointed. "Well, maybe a little, or my nipples wouldn't be standing up the way they are," Cassie confessed. "Am I having the effect that you wanted?" "Yes. All the men are looking at you and undressing you with their eyes. That's what I want. The band is about to begin. Let's dance." After the first dance, Mike stepped away from Cassie. She caught at his hand. "You're deserting me?" "I want the men who have been looking at you to be able to get closer," he said, detaching his hand from hers and walking away, leaving her in the middle of the dance floor. "May I?" Cassie turned. The man who was asking her to dance was one of the bride's friends. The music started again and Cassie danced, very conscious that her breasts were moving to their own rhythm. The music came to an end and another man took the place of her partner. The music was slower this time and the man pulled Cassie in close, so her breasts rubbed against him. She shivered and sent a silent appeal across to where Mike stood watching. He smiled at her, but did nothing. When she was released, Cassie went across to Mike. "Did you see that? He was staring down at my boobs all the way through!" "Yes, he was. Fantastic!" Mike said. "Go on, I want to see some more men rubbing up against you." Cassie, confused, wandered back towards the dance floor. A man grabbed her by the hand. "Do you know what is ceroc?" he asked, his French accent making him hard to understand. Cassie's dance classes had been run by a woman who had taught the basic moves for rock 'n' roll, so she nodded. The man led her onto the dance floor. Cassie got into the mood of the music and enjoyed the next few minutes of being swung and spun around. She was quite breathless when it ended. "I must get a drink," she gasped to her partner and fled back to Mike at the bar. "You're quite putting the bride into the shade," he commented as she came close to him. "You were showing a lot of thigh there." "Is that bad?" Cassie asked. "Not at all. The more, the better," Mike said with enthusiasm. "I see. I need to go for a pee," Cassie said. She also wanted a bit of time to think about what Mike had just said. She headed off towards the Ladies', which was down a rather dimly-lit corridor. In the cubicle, she lifted her skirt and automatically went to pull down her knickers, then remembered that she hadn't any to pull down. Mike's comment shot through her mind. Showing a lot of thigh... Did Mike mean her bottom had been on show? She had forgotten all about her lack of underwear while she was dancing with the Frenchman, her concern had been focused on her bouncing boobs. She could recall her skirt swinging out on a few occasions, though. How much had people seen? Cassie emerged from the Ladies' a few yards behind a couple of men who'd come out of the Gents'. They were chatting: "Seen the bird with no bra?" "Seen her tits bouncing, certainly!" "Nice arse, too. A thong, I suppose. Nothing nicer than a pretty girl in a thong." Cassie paused, to let them get away from her. Their comments made it clear that she'd been flashing her bottom on the dance floor without realizing. She had to stop and catch her breath. The idea shocked her a little, but also made her feel sexy. She shook her head and decided she'd let it happen and see where it went. Cassie and Mike Go Exploring That night at the hotel, it was quite obvious that the day's events had turned Mike on. They had hardly closed the door of their room before he was grabbing at her skirt, hauling it up and burying his throbbing erection inside her. Cassie didn't mind the urgency, the realization that for the first time in her life, strangers had been able to see her bare bottom had excited her more than she had expected. Mike had no problem maintaining his erection this time. Cassie leaned on the back of a chair and enjoyed Mike's thrusts. When he paused for a moment, she said:"I don't have to ask whether you enjoyed that I was half-naked, do I? Your dick must've grown half an inch, by the feel of you." "You think? It feels like it," he grunted. "You see what it does to me when you turn other men on?" He gushed into Cassie's vagina for what felt like an age. When he'd finished, he was still rock-hard, so Cassie went to her knees and sucked him clean. When they'd sorted themselves out, Mike said: "Are you up for doing some more of this?" "Right now, the answer is no," Cassie told him. "I need to sleep. Ask me again tomorrow and I might reconsider." By the following morning, Cassie had decided that, if that was what it took for Mike to be able to fuck her, she was willing to indulge him. Especially if she could expect him to be as enthusiastic a lover as he had been the night before. "But you said you wanted more," she added. "Do you want to explain to me how much more?" "No, not now. Let me think first about what I want to do as a next step," he said. It was some weeks later that Mike next raised the subject. They had finished their supper and the late evening sunshine was starting to fade. "Come on," he said. "We're going out." "Where to? I'm not dressed for going out." Cassie said, looking at the skirt and blouse she hadn't changed since coming home from work. "You'll be fine as you are. In fact, put your suit jacket back on, too." Cassie obeyed and followed Mike out to the car. He said nothing as they drove out of town and into the countryside. It was still light enough to make the rolling hills and the cornfields beside this major road look beautiful. Cassie was sure that wasn't the object of their outing, though. Soon, Mike turned off onto a smaller road. They drove for another half-hour as the day faded into twilight. He pulled into what looked like a large layby, which was partly screened from the road by trees, and stopped the car. "Now we wait," he said. "Wait for what?" Cassie asked. "You'll see." Mike refused to say more, so Cassie turned on the radio and listened to some music. Some minutes later, other cars started to arrive. They waited some more. Then a light flashed from inside the nearest car. "Out you get. Let's take a look," Mike said. They got out and went across to the other car. Cassie gasped when she looked inside; there was a woman kneeling on the passenger seat while she gave an enthusiastic blowjob to the driver. Another man came and stood on the far side of the car, also watching. When the driver saw that they had an audience, he opened the passenger-side window. "You can touch if you like," he called to Mike and Cassie. "Want to touch her?" Mike murmured to Cassie. She looked. The woman pushed her bottom backwards towards the open window, in a clear invitation. "You want me to touch her?" Cassie whispered. "Yes." She reached tentatively inside the car and stroked the woman's bottom. The woman arched her back and parted her thighs, revealing her sex, which was open and wet. Cassie hesitated, feeling how incongruous the situation was, she in her teaching suit, very formal and proper, compared with the other woman, with her naked bottom and a mouth full of dick. "Well?" Mike urged her. "Go on. Touch her." "I don't think I dare. I'm not...a lesbian, Mike." "I know you're not!" He grabbed her hand and shoved it between the woman's thighs. "There! And you're still not a lesbian!" Cassie caressed the soft, wet flesh and knew what the woman must be feeling. Without making a conscious decision, her fingers began to probe inside the woman's vagina. The woman pushed against her hand. Cassie dug deeper. She'd never touched a woman's sex, but she knew how she herself loved to be caressed. When the driver moaned and came, the woman gagged and swallowed, several times. Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, she turned her head and saw Cassie. "Fucking lesbo!" she snapped, her voice coarse and rough. She pulled away from Cassie's hand and sat down, hard. "Piss off!" Cassie was horrorstruck, mortification and shock mingling in her reaction. She whipped her hand back just in time, as the woman closed the car window. Cassie stumbled away, starting to cry. Mike caught up with her and hugged her. "It's okay, it's okay," he babbled. "That wasn't what I thought would happen." Cassie dried her tears. "You couldn't know. But it was such a surprise when she turned on me," she said. She raised her hand to her nose. "I've never smelt another woman before," she said. She held out her hand to Mike. "Do I smell like that?" He sniffed. "Much nicer than that," he said. "Come on, let's go home." "Not yet. I can't go away after what just happened. I need to have something more positive to remember." "Okay, then. Let's walk around and see what's going on." He took her hand and they set off round the parked cars. Most of them had a single person inside, a man waiting for offers or for something to happen. Cassie was disappointed. "There's nothing to see," she said. "Shall we give them something to look at?" Mike suggested, as they approached their own car. "Like what?" "Like this," he said. He turned Cassie so she could lean against their car and began to lift her skirt. She froze for a moment, then moved her feet further apart. Soon her knickers were revealed and she allowed Mike to pull them down to her ankles. His hands stroked the inside of her thighs, then caressed her labia. Cassie closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations. "Hey, dude, mind if we watch?" Cassie's eyes snapped open. A group of three young men was standing in a semi-circle, each with dick in hand. "Watching is all, though," Mike said. "Sure." Mike's erection nudged between Cassie's thighs, then up and into her. She stretched backwards and sighed with pleasure as he penetrated her. He took her slowly and at length. When he came, he pulled out and spurted over her bottom and rucked-up skirt. Cassie was still enjoying that when she felt something wet hit her the back of her leg. She looked over her shoulder. The three spectators were also coming, spattering her calves with sperm. Cassie's insides melted and she shuddered with a big orgasm. "Oh! Oh!" Cassie moaned. She couldn't move, but stood bending over while the waves of pleasure ran through her. Then the full realization of what she'd just done hit her and she panicked. She grabbed her knickers and hauled them up, pulled her skirt more or less straight and dived into the car. Mike followed her in and drove off. Back home, Cassie took a shower. Once they were in bed, there was a moment of silence. Cassie wanted answers to some questions, so she began: "Is it fair to say that you can only keep it up for long enough to fuck me properly, if there are other people around, or if someone else is being turned on by me?" "Yes." Mike's embarrassment was evident. "It gets me hard to see other men excited by you. Otherwise, I just go limp as soon as I try to fuck you. I'm okay for oral, fine for rubbing your clit, but inside you is a problem." "So if I want to be fucked by you, I have to set out to excite other men?" "I'm afraid so. Is that a terminal problem?" Cassie lay back and thought for a while: "No, it isn't," she said at last. "I'll do my best. We fit together as people, Mike. I feel safe and comfortable with you. So yes, I'll do it." "There may be times when it's not so safe or comfortable..." "I can see that. But I'll just have to live with it, even if it won't be easy." "How about this?" Mike asked as he handed Cassie a package. She opened it and shook out the top it contained. It was sheer and black, with only a pattern of black dots to draw attention away from her breasts. Cassie had no illusions that she would be wearing a bra with it. After the train experience, she'd worn the dress on a few other occasions without a bra and she'd allowed Mike to show off her bare breasts to assorted strangers on trips away. They hadn't repeated the experience of what she had learned was called "dogging". Now, months later, it seemed Mike was looking to have her take a further step. In the dress, she had to bend over to display her breasts, and it revealed her legs only if she chose. The blouse in her hands would leave her exposed all the time. She drew in a sharp breath. "I thought while we're in Spain you might try something a little more daring," Mike said. "It certainly would be daring!" Cassie exclaimed. In her mind, though, she was imagining how she would look, and wondering how other people would react. The blouse went into her suitcase along with the dress. It was two days before the end of their stay when Cassie gathered the courage to go dancing wearing the blouse over her bare breasts. The sensation of the slightly rough black voile material rubbing on her nipples made Cassie feel sexy just walking to the nightclub. As they went in, Cassie took a detour via the ladies rest room and removed her wrap. Under the neon lights, the blouse almost disappeared. Cassie's nipples stood out quite clearly, all the more so since they were rock-hard. Back on the dance floor, Mike insisted that she should dance with as many men as possible. She was shaking by the time they left the nightclub. Her knickers were soaking wet and her pussy was aching for the penetration that Mike finally gave her when they got back to their hotel room. The next morning at breakfast, he said "I was proud of you last night. You looked fantastic." "It excited me a lot," she confessed. "But did you see that some of the people I danced with were groping my breasts? How do you feel about that?" "Yes, I could see what they were doing. Even more fantastic," Mike told her with a glint in his eye. "I love the idea that other people are touching your breasts!" Cassie looked hard at him. She had a funny feeling. "Is your eventual aim for someone else to fuck me?" She only needed to look at the expression on his face to confirm his desire. "Yesss!" he declared. "You don't find me exciting enough?" she asked. "You don't enjoy sex with me?" "Oh, I do! But for me, when I imagine other people fucking you it's even more of a turn on." "You're weird," Cassie said, "I'm going out. I'll see you later." She was shaking her head as she walked out of their room. Cassie was confused. When she returned in the early evening, having spent the day wandering around the resort, although seeing nothing of it, Mike was looking worried. "Just repeat what you said this morning, Mike," Cassie said. "I did hear you right, didn't I? You did say that you wanted to see me making love with another man?" "Not quite. I don't want to see you making love, Cass. What I want is to watch you as you're being fucked by many men, one after another or all at the same time." "You are truly crazy!" "I know I'm bizarre to want these things for you, Cassie," he said. "But it's because I love you so much. I can't put into words how much that would turn me on." Cassie said nothing. She stripped naked, picked up the sheer blouse and put it on. Without a word, she took her skimpiest skirt from her suitcase and stepped into it. She slipped her feet into her sandals and said: "Come on, then. Let's go dancing." "No knickers? No bra?" "No bra, no knickers," she confirmed. The nightclub they chose was packed. Cassie's bare breasts attracted a lot of attention and she danced with many different men. Mike's smile grew broader as Cassie allowed all manner of strangers to fondle her breasts as she danced. Cassie returned to him. "Happy?" she asked. "Very," he assured her. "Am I imagining it or did those last two guys both touch your pussy?" "They did. I'm very wet, Mike. I'll want you to fuck me senseless tonight." "I will. That's if I don't come in my trousers first. When the black guy put his hand under your skirt, I nearly shot my load." "Save it for later." They left the nightclub in the early hours of the morning to walk back to their hotel. The night was warm, so they strolled slowly along by the beach. "So, what do you think?" Cassie began. "What do I think about what?" "You've seen me having my boobs fondled and now you've watched while a couple of strangers touched my pussy. In fact, one of them didn't just touch, he had fingers inside me. How does that make you feel?" They covered another hundred metres before Mike responded: "It makes me want to see you getting fucked so hard that you aren't able to stand." "Wouldn't it make you jealous?" "It's hard to explain. Yes, it would, in a way. It's agony for me to watch while other men excite you." "Then why do you let them? Or, rather, why do you encourage them?" "Because it makes me hard to see it. I was standing there this evening, wishing I could see exactly what those guys were doing to you. I know it would hurt to watch, but shit, Cassie, I want it so much!" "You want it to happen tonight?" Cassie asked. This was the crucial moment, when she found out whether Mike's obsession was fantasy or not. The thought that it might be for real made her voice tremble, her knees, too. "Yes," he said. "Then go back to the club and find a man. You decide which one you'd like to see fucking me. I'll wait here." Cassie sank down on a stone bench, her legs no longer able to take her weight. Mike headed back the way they'd come, almost running. Cassie was left to contemplate what she'd just agreed to. It wasn't long before Mike reappeared. "Be with you in a moment," he said. "Which one is it?" Cassie asked. "You'll see. It's a surprise." It was more a shock than a surprise when three silhouettes appeared and came towards them. Cassie's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected that. Two of the men had already fondled her pussy while dancing, the other she hadn't seen before. She stood and led the little group down onto the beach. She took off her blouse and skirt and stood naked in the faint glow of the streetlights on the promenade. She beckoned to the trio, ignoring Mike. "Let me see what you've got," she said. It was strange to be acting almost like a whore, she thought, but there was also a sort of power there. She reached out and took a hard penis in each hand, it didn't matter whose. She sank to her knees, to allow the third man to push his erection into her mouth. She kept her eyes fixed on Mike. He was entranced, but she could see the pain in his eyes, too. It was evident that he was craving this moment of truth, but hating it, too. Cassie masturbated the two men. Neither penis was as big as Mike's, but the chances were that they would stay hard when they were inside her. She concentrated for a while on the one in her mouth, taking him deep into her throat. It crossed her mind that it had been Brian who had taught her to do that. Just for a fleeting moment she was grateful to him, the bastard. Then she felt the penis in her mouth twitch and she had to swallow so as not to choke. She let the final gobbets of come spill out between her lips. They slid down her chin and traced a glistening path down to her breasts, where a droplet hung tantalisingly from her right nipple, glinting in the distant lights. Cassie stood up and went towards Mike. She placed her hands on his shoulders and bent forward, arching her back to present her buttocks to the other two men. "Who's first?" she asked. There was no reply, but she was brutally filled as one of them rammed into her vagina. She rested her head on Mike's shoulder, using him to absorb the shock of the thrusts. Because she was leaning forward, her breasts were hanging, and rough hands grabbed them, squeezing them and pulling on her nipples as if she was being milked like a cow. Cassie was unable to restrain herself: "Go on. Fuck me! Fuck me harder! That's it! Bang, bang, bang! I can hardly feel you!" It wasn't true; every inch of her vagina was alive with nerve endings and each one of them was exquisitely inflamed. The man inundated her with come. It filled her and ran out of her and down her inner thigh. The man pulled out. "Next!" Cassie snarled. "See if you can do me better!" The man responded, driving deep into her sex, with a battering rhythm that left Cassie breathless. Her grunts and moans were continuous against Mike's torso. It took an age, but when her orgasm exploded, she was unable to stand. She sank down onto the sand, barely conscious of the jet of sperm that spurted all over her back. Mike helped her to get up. "My skirt. My top." Cassie said. Mike passed them to her and she put them on, oblivious of the stickiness that left stains on her clothes. "Thanks, guys," Mike said. He held Cassie close as they made their way back to the hotel. The shock in the eyes of the night receptionist told Cassie that she must look a sight, an impression confirmed by the spectacle that she saw when she looked at herself in the elevator mirror. The sperm had dried on her chin and there were scattered grains of sand glued to it. Her black transparent top also showed patches of what had to be sperm, as did her skirt. What was trickling down her leg was still liquid and slimy. As they got out at their landing, she had to quickly scoop a whitish blob off her knee before it dripped on the carpet. "Am I a slut?" Cassie asked Mike as soon as the door closed and they were alone. "No. You're perfect," he said. She started to unfasten her skirt. "No!" Mike said. "Stay just as you are!" "But I'm filthy," Cassie protested. "Exactly." Mike got down on his knees and began to clean her feet with his tongue. "You're crazy! Stop it! It tickles!" He was relentless, following the snail trails of come all the way up her legs, then licking between her labia and sucking out whatever remained in her vagina, before he moved on to her upper body. Cassie stood motionless until he finished licking the last vestiges from her face. Then he hoisted her effortlessly, so she could wrap her legs round him. He plunged into her, fucking her for longer and with greater force than she had ever known. She came once, then again. He seemed to be insatiable. When, at last, he had his orgasm, it was as if he'd voided his whole body into her vagina. "Wow!" Cassie said, when they'd both calmed down. "That was quite something!" "When we get back home, we're going to get married." "Pardon?" "We're going to get married." "I was just fucked by two strange men and I sucked off another one," Cassie reminded him. Saying it made her feel uneasy. It was almost as if the woman who had just done these things was someone else, although the soreness inside her proved differently. "Yes. And at the wedding reception, I want you to be fucked by a lot more than just two. I won't be a true cuckold until it's my wife, not just my girlfriend who is being fucked by someone else. And not just one at a time, I hope. Until we're married, tonight is the last time I'll touch you." "If that means no sex until then, I'm going to be burning with frustration by the time we've organized a wedding!" "Good. That's the idea!" The photos were over and the guests were dispersing, going to dress for the reception a little later. Cassie turned to Mike. "Time to go and prepare ourselves," she said. "I'm ready for my special dress, now." Cassie and Mike Go Exploring When Cassie made her entrance into the huge space where the reception was being held, there was a moment of shocked silence. The dress she was wearing pushed her breasts almost out of the top of it. The outer edge of her areola was visible. The dress was sheer all the way down at the back, revealing that she was naked under it. She looked round at her guests. Neither she nor Mike had family, no siblings and no parents. This had allowed them to have a guest list made up exclusively of friends. Many of them were couples, but there was a significant minority of single men and women. With her heart beating like thunder, Cassie walked among her guests. Although she was used to the idea of being exposed in front of strangers, and it gave her a buzz that she'd learned to love, she had never given her friends even an inkling of the extent of the sexual exploration that she was ready to undertake. There was champagne and dancing. As usual, Cassie partnered as many different men as she could. She saw several men approaching Mike and having conversations with him. She knew what he was telling them, because they'd worked it out in advance. "There will be people who will comment on how exposed you are, that's certain," he'd said. "What am I going to say? You decide." Cassie had taken a deep breath. "If someone says I'm too exposed, you tell them that we both enjoy it when my breasts are on show and when people can see I have no knickers on. If anyone asks if they can touch, you say of course they can, that they can do anything they want to me. If anyone says I'm turning them on, tell them, good, that's the idea. Finally, if anyone asks if they can fuck me, you say that is what we are hoping for, that I should be fucked by as many people as possible to celebrate this special occasion." It wasn't a surprise, therefore, when the first hands started to grope Cassie's breasts, popping them out of the top of her dress. Once her nipples were on show, that seemed to be the cue for her to have them sucked quite openly by several of her dance partners. The atmosphere was becoming loaded. Only a few wives or girlfriends were concerned, seeing their men swarm round Cassie like bees round a honey pot. Cassie returned for a moment to Mike's side. She was breathing heavily and her makeup was smudged. He could see where her nipples had been abused by fingers and lips. She was radiant. "Is it as good as you'd hoped?" she asked Mike. "So far, so good," he replied. Cassie turned on her heel and returned to the dance floor. A slow tune was playing and Cassie danced alone. A circle of guests formed around her. She caressed her bared breasts as she swayed. After a moment, she started to raise her skirt, swishing it to and fro and showing off her thighs. Then she held it out to the sides and did a spin. The pirouette lifted the skirt, letting everyone see that not only was she naked under it, but that her pubic hair had all been shaved off, exhibiting the pink cleft of her sex. There was a collective gasp, then a mass movement as she was submerged in a crowd of people, all touching and caressing, stimulating her. Eager hands picked her up and carried her to the buffet table. Plates and cutlery went flying as the urgent needs of the guests took precedence. They speread Cassie out on the table cloth, her dress up around her waist and her legs wide apart as she waited for the first man to penetrate her. Paul, the best man was first, driving into her and making the table shake. He pulled out, spraying sperm over her. Another man took his place, and again Cassie was showered with come. Another, then another man fucked her, followed by yet others, just as Mike had hoped. Cassie looked across at where he stood, watching his bride undergoing a rite, an orgy of collective deflowering. She hadn't been a virgin, of course, but the principle was the same. Some of the other women, heated by the events, were also being fucked in other parts of the room, by husbands or simply by any man with an available erection. Cassie saw Modesty approaching her and lay back to enjoy the sensation as her friend's full lips gobbled at her sex, cleaning away the sperm and readying Cassie for further fucking. "Turn her over!" Mike called. "She's never been fucked in the arse." There was hardly a second's pause before Cassie found herself face down amid the wreckage of the buffet. Her buttocks were forced apart. "Use the whipped cream!" someone called. Cassie felt cool foam being sprayed between her cheeks, then what felt like a horse's penis was being rammed into her. She screamed. "It's all right," Mike called. "That's what you want, don't you Cassie?" Through clenched teeth, Cassie gasped her agreement. Her arsehole might be stinging like an open sore, but the part of her mind that was still rational told her that indeed, this was precisely what she wanted. Whoever it was withdrew, to be replaced immediately by someone else. Other sodomies followed and Cassie was able to accept them more easily as she was stretched wider and wider. The following man climbed up onto the table, to fuck her from a different angle, which was more difficult for Cassie to take. His reasoning became apparent when she felt another cock worming its way into her vagina. She was being doubly filled, something she had never, ever thought about, let alone considered as a good idea. "Oh! Ah!" Cassie gasped. "Don't stop, it's good. I'm going to...to...to.. COME!" Her whole body convulsed with the orgasm. The guests all stood back and watched until her writhing ceased. "Time to go," Mike's voice came to Cassie through an erotic haze of exhaustion. He felt for her hand and helped her off the table. They left the room between two lines of applauding guests and made their way to their room. "Did I do well?" Cassie asked Mike. She stripped off the ruins of her dress and stood nude in front of him. There were marks all over her body where she had been mauled and globules of sperm spattered her hair, face and body. "Do I please you like this?" He kissed her. "Indeed you do. I saw what Modesty did for you, too. I didn't think it would be such a buzz to watch a woman lick you out. I want to see you having sex with women, next. This is only the beginning."