2 comments/ 35068 views/ 12 favorites How Bad Did She Want It? By: L0tsaluck It was in the Summer of 2001. Nancy breathed a sigh of relief to be out of the hot Texas heat as she closed the door behind herself and entered the front room with her usual brisk walk. She greeted me with a quick smile as she placed her purse on the table and headed to our room to change out of her work clothes. I watched her shapely ass clad in a snug black business skirt as she walked down the hall. Ten minutes later in the kitchen we worked together fixing dinner when I asked her if everything was OK as she didn't seem to be in a good mood and was a little late. She said she was just frustrated as she had stopped to look at the car she had seen advertised. "It was absolutely perfect." she said. "In great condition, all the right options, original paint." But this 1971 Mustang Boss 351 was priced about five grand over what she had saved. Nancy had been looking for a 1971 Mustang for about 5 years. She had been eating bag lunches, working extra and even doing some tutoring to earn and save extra money for her car fund. She was desperately in love with vintage Mustangs, especially the 1971 model. That was the year she was born and it happened to be the car model her father had owned and restored when she was a teenager. Her father had passed in a construction accident two years ago and the emotionally strain had contributed to her compulsion to acquire a 1971 Mustang. Nancy broke down in tears as she went on about how perfect the car was. She looked at me with her puppy dog sad face and expressed a concern that the value of Mustangs was growing faster than the pace at which she could save for one. I offered to supplement her car fund and she gave her usual refusal, as this was something she had to do on her own without hurting the household savings. She was planning to check out the car closer this weekend when she was dressed in casual clothes and could check the VIN numbers and give it a thorough going over. She hoped to be able to negotiate but was not optimistic that she could close the $5k gap between what she could offer and what the owner wanted. She was also worried that someone else would grab the car. She said the car was being shown by John, the brother of the owner. The owner was finishing med school. He was planning to be in town the following weekend for a graduation diner and to sign over the title before heading off for his internship in Chicago. He didn't need a car but did need the cash to pay off some loans. She knew the market for these cars well and she was pretty confident he would get a good offer before then. Nancy complained, "John seemed more interested in trying to peek down my blouse or ogle my butt as I checked out the car than he did in negotiating the price." I responded, "You looked great in your white blouse and black skirt, what do you expect? I gave Nancy a quick kiss and hug and comforted her by saying I was sure something would work out eventually. Nancy and I had married in 1995. Nancy worked in real estate as an account manager. I was in engineering with an energy company. We lived in Arlington Texas and Nancy commuted to Dallas and I commuted to Fort Worth. Nancy was 5' 6" tall, weighted about 130 and had her high school cheerleader figure plus about five pounds that had slightly softened her bottom and filled out her 36C top. Texas has lots of attractive women and Nancy held her own. Her A-type personality gave her a slightly stern persona but she was a warm and friendly person when one got to know her and had a sweet smile that had melted my heart 8 years earlier when we met. Nancy's long brown hair could be piled on top of her head giving her a stunning look in a little black dress for a dinner out or she could look delicious in cutoffs and a tank top during the Texas summer. And Nancy undressed real nice. While Nancy held her own in collecting shoes, I had something of a compulsive lingerie fetish and Nancy had an embarrassingly large collection of sexy lingerie that displayed her body nicely. I delighted in dressing her to attract attention and taking her home to undress as part of our active sex life. During the week Nancy continued to obsess about the car. She did some more research and talked with John on the phone to set up a time to give it a more thorough inspection. The car had been garaged for three years and Nancy talked him through the steps he needed to go through to get it running again. She was eager for a test drive as part of the Saturday inspection. She asked me to accompany her on the car inspection. Saturday finally arrived and around noon we got ready to go. Nancy had a folder of papers, a clipboard, magnet to test for body putty, flashlight and a handful of tools. As she said it's time to go I asked her if she really planned to negotiate for her dream car dressed in an old shirt and baggy shorts. She gave me a funny look and said, "I'm going to be crawling around an old dusty car." I responded, "You have no trouble wearing a sexy satin or silk blouse when you go to negotiate a real estate deal so you should wear a pair of hot cutoffs and top to negotiate a car deal." Nancy countered, "You dirty old man, you think I'll get a better price if I show more skin?" "Yup" "Ok Mr. pimp, what should I wear?" Nancy countered. "Those red denim cutoffs and that red and white Daisy Duke bustier style blouse." I replied. "I've never worn that top out in public. You want me climbing around a car with my boobs and butt cheeks hanging out in front of a guy that was checking me out when I was in my conservative work clothes? Nancy said. "Yup." Before we were out the door Nancy got a call from John saying that he was unable to get the car started so we might want to delay the test drive. Nancy, not one to be deterred, said she would still like to take a look at it with me even if we couldn't get it started. We stopped at an auto parts store on the way and got a can of spray starter. The attention Nancy got when we went in the store reaffirmed just how hot the outfit was. The clerk could hardly take his eyes off Nancy's chest as we checked out. Nancy blushed and said, "I told you this outfit wasn't fit to wear in public." Twenty minutes later we pulled into the long drive at the country style house where John lived. The Mustang had been pushed out onto the driveway and it did look good. John had cleaned it up and waxed it. Nancy checked the paperwork and the VIN numbers then searched for signs of accident damage or body work. As she climbed all around and through the car John enjoyed watching for views of her ass or cleavage from her skimpy top. John's leering was obvious and he made little attempt to disguise his interest saying at one point how Nancy's hot body looked real good in the Mustang. By this time Nancy had already indicated that she was willing to go to $18 grand with her offer, the absolute maximum amount she was able to pay. John indicated that that was still $3,500 below the minimum of what Ken, his brother was willing to take. By now Nancy was working under the hood and had the air cleaner off and was checking out the carburetor. As she worked John and I visited about his brother's planned visit to town and his job. In a few minutes Nancy had the car running to both hers and John's delight. As the vehicle came to life John encouraged her to take it for a spin. We continued our visit while she headed down the road. In the fifteen minutes that Nancy was gone I got to know more about John and his brother Ken. Ken would have to make the final decision on the car next weekend when he came to town. As Nancy returned and got out of the car John inadvertently mumbled that $18 grand and a few hours in the back seat with Nancy might be enough to clinch the deal. Rather than being surprised and offended, I nonchalantly said, "She wants that car so bad she just might be willing to supplement the offer." John looked at me for a few moments to see if I was going to retract the statement before saying, "Be careful what you say, Ken broke up with his fiancé three months ago and he would have no qualms about taking his mind off his loss by busying himself with a pretty package like that." "A little Bukkake with Nancy might just cinch the deal." On the way home Nancy debriefed me on her test drive but then asked what we were laughing about when she got back from the test drive. I mentioned, "John joked that $18 grand and a few hours in the back seat of the Mustang with you might be enough to cinch the deal with Ken. He said something about those nice boobs and Bukakka." Nancy blushed and gave me an arm punch to register her protest. "You are both dirty old men." She said. Then she put her hand on my crotch and giggled, "Was it my cleavage or the thought of me in the back seat with another man that got you so excited?" I was laughing and protesting but Nancy was rubbing my cock in my shorts all the while expressing disbelief that I was getting excited thinking about her having sex with a stranger while she was trying to attain her dream of owning a 1971 Mustang. "What in the world is Bukkake anyway?" she said. "You will have to check on the internet." I responded not wanting to have to explain any more. The next week was anxious for Nancy as she was expecting John to call and report the rejection of her offer. On Wednesday when Nancy was out, I got a call from John. He mentioned they did have another offer that was better than ours but not a full price offer and John was kind of interested in giving Nancy the first option since she was so helpful. I told him Nancy was very disciplined financially and not in a position to up the offer as she refused to borrow money or dip into household funds for this purchase. John responded, "How disciplined is she regarding getting into the back seat of Mustangs and letting a stranger enjoy those beautiful boobs? And, are you really ok with that?" There was a pause on the line as I thought through how I wanted to respond. "Nancy would only do that if she were desperate. She is desperate for the car but I can't imagine her willing to go along with that plan. Maybe if she was real horny, and had a couple of drinks, and found Ken attractive, and I dared her to." "And would you let her?" John responded. "If I met Ken and felt she were safe and willing, I think I would. I think it would be exciting for both of us." "Well, we will be in touch." John responded. That night in bed I mentioned to Nancy that John had called. Her heart sank as she awaited the news. I explained the situation with the other offer and Ken's interest in giving her a chance to up her offer. As she laid there I told her that the "guy talk" about her in the back seat of the Mustang last Saturday started after John had told me that Ken had broken up with a fiancé several months ago and was very horny plus needing to sell the Mustang had gotten to him. John had said Ken's fiancé was modest in the bust department and when John saw your nice cleavage he immediately started thinking about Ken enjoying your tits. As I relayed the story my hand gently cupped Nancy's breast and teased her nipple. "Who can blame him." I said as I gave Nancy a tender kiss. "So you want me to prostitute myself for a car?" Nancy responded. Then she grabbed my cock and said, "You seem to find that exciting." "I know you like to show me off and dress me sexy but ..." "Prostitution sounds so harsh, maybe think of it as bartering." I said. "You don't like the sound of prostitution, how about adultery, or cheating, or having an affair?" Nancy countered. "Those terms only apply if you have an emotional attachment or do it behind my back." I said. Then I smothered her lips with mine and ended the conversation. I was out of town on travel the next two days and returned Friday evening. Nancy had gotten a call from John that afternoon. She reported that the car status was the same. A better offer was on the table and if we were interested we should come by to see Ken Saturday evening. They would be home from an outing about 8. "Anything else?" I asked. "Yes, he said they were looking forward to seeing me." Nancy reported. "And what did you say? I asked. "I said I'm not sure I will be able to sweeten the offer. He said at least stop by and have a drink and tell Ken what the car is really worth. And I said we would think about it." Saturday Nancy and I had the usual weekend errands and planned on going out for dinner Saturday night as we always did on weeks where I had to be out of town part of the week. I laid out a particularly sexy set of lingerie for Nancy. Since that was a pretty typical pattern for me she didn't read anything into it. A silky summer dress and 3 inch heels completed the outfit. As we got ready to leave I asked Nancy if she wanted to bring her checkbook and stop at John's place to check on the Mustang. Nancy seemed dejected but said I could call and see if the car has been sold yet. As we headed off to the restaurant I reported that Ken had two offers and a commitment to negitiate a decision by tomorrow. "Ken said he would like your advice on what a fair price is as you know more about the market than he does." Nancy smiled, "Well it's good to see John noticed more than just my breasts." I had picked a Mexican restaurant in the same general direction as John's house. In addition to a delicious meal, I ordered a pitcher of Sangria and kept Nancy's glass filled. By the time dinner was done Nancy had a giggly buzz and a sexy glow. As I escorted her to the car with my hand on her ass, I asked her if she wanted to drop by John's or head straight home for a little fun. Nancy looked at me and said, "We can stop by John's -- I'd actually like to meet this Ken fellow but let's not stay long." We pulled into John's drive about ten minutes later. The Mustang was sitting in the drive and looked great. The For Sale sign read "Best offer over $21,000." Nancy walked around the car while I went to the door and knocked. John and his brother Ken came to the door and then quickly invited us in. Ken was particularly gracious and quickly thanked Nancy for helping John get the car running. "You are as beautiful and sexy as John said." He commented as he obviously looked her over from head to toes. It was so obvious that Nancy blushed. The fact that Ken was quite striking and Nancy had had several drinks no doubt contributed to her flushed look. Ken quickly asked Nancy what she would like to drink and invited her into the family room. In moments she was nursing a tropical drink and talking Mustangs. By the time she was on her second drink she admitted to Ken that the car was probably worth $22 grand in its currently condition and that if she had saved that much she would have had no reservations about offering that much. Ken looked directly at her and said, "I would really like to see you get the car -- is there anything you can do to sweeten your offer?" "Nancy giggled slightly saying, "Well John and my husband seemed to think that I might be able to barter an hour in the back seat of the Mustang with you to close the gap." Ken asked, "And what do you think?" Nancy nervously took another big swallow of her drink then looked down as she shared her feelings, "I know I will regret not getting the car as it is exactly what I have been watching for for years. I'm not sure if I would regret getting in the back seat with you. And if I do get in the back seat with you, you haven't assured me that it is enough to close the deal. I know my husband, Paul, very much wants me to barter but I'm concerned he may feel different tomorrow or next week." "Finally, she smiled, "I do know that John would love for it to happen -- especially if he gets to watch." John laughed and pleaded guilty. I told Nancy that I would be fine with whatever decision she made, that I was confident in our relationship and saw this as just an exciting experience. We all looked at Ken. Ken smiled ever so slightly and stood asking Nancy to go with him to look at the car one more time -- saying, I think I left the car title in the back seat. Ken held out his hand to help Nancy from her chair. As she stood, slightly wobbly, she said, "We can go get the title but I'm not getting in the back seat." Nancy looked at us and saw disappointment on each of our faces. Then she continued, "....the couch looks much more comfortable." My heart was beating a hundred beats a minute and there was a stirring in my crotch as her words sunk in. Ken kissed Nancy softly on the cheek and shook her hand saying, "Then it's a deal." They left hand in hand to walk to the car. Nancy and Ken returned a few minutes later. Ken had signed the title and Nancy got her purse and checkbook. Nancy handed me the check and said if you are sure you give him the check. I said, "Absolutely." I nervously wrote out the check, set it on the coffee table then I kissed Nancy gently and gave her a hug. Ken approached Nancy and leaned to kiss her while his hands went to her waist. My cock jerked within the confines of my slacks at the thought of what he would do. At first he contented himself with kissing her, first tenderly then with more passion. After a few minutes of this Ken parted their lips, Nancy moaned as she submitted to him. Her pretty blue eyes flickered while her breath came in short pants and gasps. She was 75 percent drunk and 100 percent horny. When Ken grinned down at Nancy I knew as well as he did that she had reached a stage where she would not protest his advances. His hands moved from her hips to her breasts and with a gentle pressure he turned her around so that her back was to him. Nancy offered no resistance as he turned her, now I could see her face fully I noted that it was flushed with arousal and although she was looking right at me her eyes seemed glazed over. Once she was turned Ken put his hands back on her breasts. John was watching with rapt attention. I could see the pleasure on Nancy's face as Ken fondled her more aggressively. Between pants and gasps Nancy began to hum almost continuously. Leaning down Ken flicked his tongue over one of Nancy's ears, nibbled the lobe for a few moments then started to kiss his way down her neck to her shoulders. Nancy writhed against him, pushing her bottom hard to his groin while he kissed her shoulders, first one side then the other, her arms hung loose at her sides, but her hands clenched and unclenched. Ken kissed her right shoulder again, as he did so one of his hands moved from her breast to slide up her chest to her shoulder, my mouth went dry as he gently pushed the thin strap of her dress off her shoulder. Still squeezing her left breast and kissing her right shoulder he slowly pushed the strap down her upper arm until it would go no further. Reaching down he took her elbow in his hand and gently pulled it up so that her arm passed through the loop of the strap, although she did nothing to aid him Nancy offered no resistance as he pulled her arm out of the strap then laid it back at her side. His hand went back to her breasts and his lips turned their attention to her left shoulder. Ken slid his hand to her shoulder and repeated the process to remove her left strap. Her snug dress top was now held up only by her breasts. Once again his hand went back to my wife's breasts where he spent a few minutes fondling her pleasure mounds. John and I watched intently as his brother was undressing my wife in front of both of us. Then one of his hands was moving again, slowly it stroked down the front of Nancy's dress until it came to rest over her groin. With a sharp tug that made Nancy gasp loudly Ken pulled her lower body tightly to his, then his fingers started to rub over and around her mound, at first delicately then with ever increasing pressure until Nancy was squirming and moaning in his grasp. Still stroking her pussy through her dress and panties, Ken moved his other hand, I saw it slide around her body to her back and the dress zipper. I drew in a sharp breath as her dress began to go loose. A moment later the material slithered down her top until it lay at her hips. Her lacy white demi bra came into view. Her chest was heaving with her deep breaths and her breasts were bulging in the skimpy bra. With a little help, the dress was pulled over Nancy's shapely hips and soon lay in a heap around my wife's feet. How Bad Did She Want It? Throughout this Nancy offered no protest or resistance and I could see Ken grinning broadly as he gazed over her shoulder at her full cleavage display bulging over the lace bra. Small silky white panties, self-grip stockings and her heelse comprised the rest of her stunning outfit. Once again Ken took possession of her boobs, his fingers dancing over her skin and the bra fabric as he enjoyed the heft of her shapely mounds. Then he slipped down a bra cup and turned his attention to her nipple. Nancy's moans rose to louder groans as he alternately fondled her boobs and teased her nipple. Ages seemed to pass with Ken focusing his attentions on my wife's boobs, but eventually one of his hands slid down over her body onto her panty covered pussy and as he pressed his hand on her mound Nancy gave a tremulous groan and shivered. Ken began to rub his palm on her mound while his fingers pressed onto her pussy, the material of her panties stretching as he forced it into her slit. Nancy writhed and ground against Ken's as he increased the pressure of his hands at both her pussy and her breasts. He seemed determined to bring Nancy to a climax- his hand movements became faster and harder while his finger pushed the by now wet material of her panties into her pussy in a short stroked fucking motion. Nancy's fast and heavy breathing became even faster and heavier as her excitement level rose, then, she gave out a long low groan and her body began to shiver as waves of bliss hit her. With each shiver of her body Nancy would give a little moan until finally Ken moved his hands to her waist. Nancy's legs were trembling so much that Ken had to hold her steady. John stood and approached. Nancy had barely come down from her peak when a second set of hands started to fondle her body. John's first task was to unhook Nancy's bra to fully reveal her breasts. John then proceeded to play with her breasts and stroke at her panty clad pussy. Nancy showed no resistance to being double teamed. John could not get enough of Nancy's tits. God, they were so perfect, full and round, perky but natural, nipples so hard they beg to be sucked. John, unable to completely hold himself back, slid his hand inside Nancy's panties and took one of her nipples in his mouth letting his hot mouth and tongue suck in Nancy's incredible tit as he ran two fingers over her soaking wet pussy. Nancy's knees buckled for a second and she let out a throaty moan. John's cock looked rock hard now straining in his slacks and it was clear he wanted to fuck Nancy good. John licked and sucked Nancy's tits for several minutes. Ken stood near and fondled Nancy's ass and nibbled on her neck from behind. She moaned continuously. My cock literally ached as I anticipated Ken next move with Nancy. It was no surprise to see Ken was now naked to the waist and minus his shoes. One of his hands slid around to play with her pussy through her panties I saw her eyes open slightly as though in comprehension. Then one of her hands moved. Ken grinned at this first sign of Nancy's active participation. For the next few minutes Ken played with Nancy's boobs, teased her nipples and massaged her pussy while she ground against him and rubbed his bare chest and stomach. It was the first time that Nancy had done more than remain passive - something that Ken had been waiting for. "Take off your panties Nancy," Ken spoke softly near her ear at the same time moving his hand from her pussy. "and look at your husband while you do it. Let him see you enjoy doing what I tell you to do." I was so close I could his words clearly, which I was sure was his intention. I had suspected that Ken was making sure that Nancy was always positioned so that I could see everything he and his brother did with her, now I was sure of it. Nor had I any doubts at all where this was leading, especially as I had told John that I was comfortable with whatever Nancy decided. Ken looked at me over Nancy's shoulder and grinned in the knowledge that he could do as he pleased with my wife and that she was now so aroused that she couldn't have protested if she had wanted to. This was going to be much more than just making out in the back seat of a Mustang. My wife's head rose until she was looking straight into my eyes, her eyes looked glazed from lust and there was no mistaking the wild excitement they held. Her hands went to the sides of her panties as she kept on looking into my eyes and my attention was split between her eyes and the motions of her hands as she pushed her panties down over her hips to reveal her trimmed pussy in all its glory, then leant down a little to push them down her thighs. The small wisp of damp material slid down to her ankles and she straightened up again leaning back against Ken's bare chest with her eyes still looking into mine. "Step out of your dress and panties Nancy." Ken spoke softly to her. "Then keep looking at Paul." Nancy stepped to one side all the while Ken played with her bare boobs and nipples with his other hand. Dressed only in self-grip stockings and heels my wife ground her lower body into Ken's groin as though encouraging him to carry on playing with her body. Her eyes were locked to mine as Ken's hand went back to her pussy, with slow deliberate motions he stroked her naked mound then ran his fingers around her outer lips. My heart was pounding in my chest as I half watched the movements of Ken's hands and half watched the sheer bliss that grew in my wife's eyes with each stroke he made at her pussy. Then he parted her pussy lips with his thumb and little finger while two of his finger stroked over the pink flesh revealed by his action, for a minute his fingers rubbed over her clit which made her eyes half close in bliss even though she tried to keep them open to look at me as Ken had told her to. "Open your legs." Ken ordered softly. Nancy obeyed by moving her already parted feet apart a few inches more. "Wider." Ken said into her ear. Once again she shuffled her feet even further apart not stopping until they were spread almost as far as she could go without losing balance. The effect was to open her pussy fully to my gaze and Ken's hand, as her feet came to rest his hand cupped her pussy to press up so hard that she rose a little on her toes while at the same time groaning in pleasure. The lust I could see in her eyes increased as Ken started to slide his hand up and down on her slit still keeping the same pressure on her. A few minutes later Nancy gave out a shuddering groan and her eyes closed despite her best efforts to keep them open, the reason for her action was two of Ken's fingers pushing up into her pussy then moving in a slow fucking motion. Gradually Ken increased the pace of his fingers thrusting into Nancy and her reaction was to boil over into an orgasm, her whole body shuddering as she pushed down onto his fingers. Ken gave a low moan as Nancy squirmed and pushed against his probing fingers. I watched my wife go through orgasmic bliss. The only sounds to be heard were those my wife made as she slowly came down from her peak of pleasure only to start rising to another as Ken kept moving his fingers in her pussy. Then Ken moved away from Nancy and John took his place. I could only stand there staring as though mesmerized by what I was watching, my breathing labored and my cock twitching. Over the next twenty minutes, the men took turns with Nancy in their arms. Each in his turn stroked her pussy firmly, rubbed her clit briefly then pushed fingers into her and finger fucked her to climax after climax. All the while Nancy eyes would close as each new wave of bliss washed over her then flicker half open to gaze at me. After a rest pause, Nancy looked up at Ken then took the couple of steps needed to press her body to his and tilt her face up to be kissed. Ken leaned down to kiss Nancy, his hands moving to her body to play with her boobs and pussy with heavy handed movements that drove her back up the levels of bliss yet again. Then he parted their lips and looked Nancy in the eyes, his hands moving up her body to come to rest on her shoulders. "Open my trousers and take out my prick." He said softly. Nancy's hands went straight to his trousers, she pulled down the zipper, reached in and struggled to bring his cock out past his underpants. Finally she succeeded and still holding his erection in her hand she looked down at it then back at Ken's face for instructions. No-one could have any doubt by now that Nancy was totally under the control of whoever was with her at the time, her actions driven by the lust that had been instilled in her by several drinks and a lot of kissing and fondling. "Stroke it." He almost whispered to her. I watched as her hand slowly moved back and forth on his hard shaft, Ken leant his head back and moaned with sheer pleasure then looked back down to watch the action of her hand on his cock. His hands stayed on Nancy's shoulders as she wanked him with firmer and faster strokes, her eyes glued to the actions of her own hand on this man's flesh. Ken moved a hand to her chin and tilted her head up so that she could look at his face. "Take off my trousers and pants." He told her as his hand slid back to her shoulder. Nancy looked down again, I watched as her hands fumbled with his belt then the clip of his trousers, it was only seconds before she was pushing his trousers down his legs. Crouching she pulled them down to his ankles then off each foot in turn while Ken steadied himself using her shoulders. Reaching up Nancy put her hands on either side of the waistband of his pants, with gentle tugs she rolled them down to his ankles and off then stood up again. Ken reached down to her pussy to thrust two fingers into her, his eyes looked deep into hers as he finger fucked her for a few minutes with his thumb pressing and rubbing on her clit. All the while he kept on looking into her eyes and hers were locked to his. As Nancy rose to a climax her legs began to tremble and her eyes half closed in ecstasy, at this Ken moved his hand back to her shoulder and applied barely enough pressure to bend a tissue. Despite the gentleness of the downward pressure Nancy sank to her knees in front of him, her face tilting up as she kept on looking into his eyes, her whole bearing appeared to be one of total submission to this man. For a long moment Ken kept her gaze locked to his, his lips parted in a huge smile then he gave a short nod of his head and Nancy dropped her eyes to look at his cock mere millimetres from her face. Nancy reached up with one hand to grasp the base of Ken's cock in her hand. I watched breathlessly as her mouth opened to close a moment later around the cap of his cock, I knew from experience just how much pleasure my wife's mouth could give, but now I was watching her give that pleasure to another man. As Nancy slid her lips down on Ken's cock Nancy reached around his body to fondle his ass. Head bobbing, Nancy sucked on Ken's meat, I knew that her tongue would be sliding around and along his flesh and there was no doubt that Ken was enjoying her actions. Closing his eyes his lips curled into a smile as he enjoyed the movements of my wife's mouth on his cock for long, exciting minutes. Then his hands moved from her shoulders to the side of her face and I thought he was going to guide her movements to the pace that gave him most pleasure, he nodded to Nancy who increased the pressure and pace of her actions. "Take it all Nancy." Ken commanded as his hands drew her head forward. "I want you to kiss my groin." I gave a low gasp of surprise at his words. My first thought was that my wife would balk at this demand from Ken, but I hadn't reckoned with how far gone in lust she was. Nancy gave into the pressure of Ken's hands without any hesitation, her lips sliding lewdly down his shaft until they came to the lowest point she had previously achieved. I heard my wife take a deep breath though her nose as Ken continued to pull her head down on his erection, she gagged then snorted and then to my amazement her lips slid further down his shaft! I watched Ken pull Nancy down on his cock, her lips sliding down his flesh in a steady motion as she swallowed his length, her breathing coming in sharp snorts through her nose. Half his length was in her throat when Nancy gagged again, but he was not about to ease up, his hands continued to apply pressure and gradually her mouth took in the rest of his hardness. It was an astonishing moment when I saw my wife's lips fully impaled on Kens cock. Ken held her still for a moment, his cock buried to the hilt in her mouth and throat, then guided her head back up so that his flesh slid wetly from her mouth. Then Ken began to pull her down on his cock again and all thoughts faded in the excitement of the scene being enacted in front of me. Nancy was still snorting as she was drawn down on the hard flesh in her mouth, but she only made a couple of gagging noises and this time when her lips had touched his groin Ken immediately guided her head back upwards. For a few minutes he kept her moving up and down on his shaft in long, slow motions and although her breathing remained ragged and short Nancy eventually stopped gagging completely. This must have been what Ken was waiting for because the next downward pull was faster and firmer, gradually he increased the pace of his guiding hands until Nancy was moving with hard fast motions, her lips bouncing against his groin before each back stroke. Then Ken moved his hands from Nancy's face to her shoulders, Nancy kept on moving her head without guidance and Ken leant his head back to groan loudly, but my attention was wholly focused on what was happening with Nancy. Minutes passed, Nancy somehow managed to keep her mouth moving on Ken's cock throughout. Ken gave a low growl of pleasure, his hands suddenly moving to Nancy's face and pulling her sharply down on his erection, then his buttocks were clenching and unclenching, his hips thrusting at Nancy as he came in her throat. I saw Nancy's throat moving quickly as she tried to swallow his sperm as fast as it flowed, to my amazement a white foam of spittle and sperm bubbled from her lips as the excess fluids forced their way back up her throat. It seemed ages before Ken released his hold on her face allowing Nancy to pull back until his glistening cock fell from her mouth. Taking a deep quivering breath Nancy licked her lips and looked up at Ken's face. Patting Nancy's cheek Ken smiled then indicated that she should stand up. Unsteadily Nancy rose to her feet as Ken walked away, his place immediately taken by John. Obeying the unspoken command Nancy removed the man's clothing then sank to her knees in front on him, her mouth closed around his cock then slid right down to the root of it. John held her head still while he fucked her mouth like a pussy. Watching all that was happening to my wife made my cock feel as though it would burst at any second, yet for some inexplicable reason I did not seem to be able to pass the point of near climax. My balls ached and my cock throbbed with arousal, but I did not climax as I watched my wife. Nancy was enjoying the cocks and her body was in almost constant orgasm. I knew it would not be long before the men would be filling her pussy rather than her mouth. Accompanying that thought was a sense of relief that Nancy was at least on the pill. When she had sucked off John, Nancy stood swaying slightly in front of the sofa waiting for whatever was to happen next. Even though I was a mere spectator to these events I was breathing heavily and discovered that I was also sweating as though I had been a participant. My eyes moved from my wife's shuddering body as I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, Ken crossed the room to the sofa, his cock once again hard and erect, he sat then waited for Nancy. Ken was smiling; his eyes seemed to gleam at the sight of the woman who was willingly satisfying his every desire. "Turn around Nancy." Ken said softly. Nancy turned to face him, her chest still heaving from the events of a few minutes past, looking into Ken's eyes she stood quivering as she waited for him to tell her what he wanted her to do. In all the years I had known my wife she had always seemed so strong willed, but that night she had surrendered herself completely to these strangers. I have to admit that I felt a touch of envy as she had never been this way with me. Ken kept her standing there for a few moments then simply pointed at a spot directly in front of him, Nancy moved to the indicated spot without faltering even though I am sure that she knew as well as I did that the next act was for her to be fucked by Ken, and following him, John. "Make yourself cum for me." Ken said to Nancy without breaking eye contact. This was not what I had been expecting, but Nancy obeyed instantly by sliding one hand to her pussy and fingering herself firmly while the other hand went to one of her boobs. Her eyes stayed fixed on Ken's as she drove herself towards an orgasm in obedience to this man's desires and he sat watching her eyes intently only briefly looking down to her body to see her actions. It was almost as though he was judging how close to a climax she was by the rise of pleasure in her eyes. "Do you want my prick in your cunt Nancy?" He asked softly as she showed the first signs of an approaching orgasm. "Yes!" Nancy gasped out through a moan of pleasure. "Then ask for it Nancy." He smiled up at her. "Ask for my prick, tell me what you want me to do with it." "I want you fuck me with your prick Ken." Nancy gasped out. "I want to feel you inside me, fucking me hard." "And John?" he smirked. "And John," Nancy groaned as her climax rose in her. "I want John to fuck me too. I want to feel your hard pricks burried in me." With those words she trembled into a climax that threatened to make her knees give way, but although her eyes half closed she still managed to keep on looking into Ken's eyes. Ken's smirk became a leer as he pointed at his erect cock, Nancy moved to straddle his legs reaching under her body to grasp his cock and guided it to her pussy, all the while her eyes were fixed on his. As Nancy lowered herself onto his erection I felt a light touch at my groin, without looking away from the sight of my wife being penetrated by only the second cock in years. With the cap of Ken's cock lodged in her pussy Nancy moved her hand up to his chest and sank down on his full length with such a groan of pleasure that my cock became even harder and my balls tightened even more painfully. For a few moments Ken let Nancy set the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her sheath as she rose and fell on him, but then his hands went to her waist to guide her to a slightly faster pace. Nancy was moaning and sighing with each rise and fall now, her hair bouncing to the faster and harder pace Ken had set, her chest heaving as the stimulating sensations of another man's cock in her pussy hit her. "What about John?" Ken asked as he let Nancy do all the work of fucking him. "John?" Nancy murmured as though lost in a dream. "I want John to fuck me too. I want him to fuck my cunt hard." Nancy groaned as she ground down on Ken. Ken began to move in time to her motions making the contact between them even firmer. My wife's head flopped back as she let out a cry of bliss, her whole body stiff and trembling as she ground down on Ken in orgasm. Still holding Nancy's waist Ken continued his fucking motions making her climax even heavier and when she started to rise and fall on him again he picked up the pace even more. As Nancy came Ken pulled down on her hips and thrust up with his body, with a grunt of satisfaction he had his own climax, his sperm flooding into my wife's depths. Some moments later the two of them began moving again, but Ken was spent for the moment and eventually he pushed Nancy off his shrinking cock and had her stand a couple of steps away from the couch. As she stood there quivering in post-orgasmic bliss sperm began to trickle from her pussy onto her thigh, John appeared in front of her, with barely any pressure he guided Nancy down to the carpet on her back. Parting my wife's legs John knelt between them then leant forward, Nancy let out a gasping moan as John, with a significantly larger cock than his brother, began to fuck Nancy's pussy with his hard cock. How Bad Did She Want It? "The horny tease is all yours John," Ken commented, "Fuck her any way you would like." "Look at how eager the little cock tease is." John roared as he grasped her hips and plunged his cock into her pussy with a single stroke. I could see the cock that was lunging in and out of her pussy I could see her body moving backwards and forwards in time to his thrusts. Her eyes seemed to be unfocused most of the time. Nancy groaned as her body rose towards climax, John was now thrusting into her so hard he was shoving her across the carpet. Her tits were bouncing on her chest and she managed to cry out in orgasm, her body grinding back at John who in turn pushed against her as his sperm erupted in her filling her pussy with another load of sperm. John collapsed and rolled to the floor leaving Nancy a naked, quivering, gasping mass of female flesh. Ken stood nearby. His cock was now hard again and he slowly began stroking it. He stepped toward Nancy and continued to stroke faster and faster. In less than a minute Ken grunted as he pumped the first stream of cum from his cock taking aim at Nancy's face. She lay motionless as the first stream landed on her face and hair. A second stream followed with some landing in her open mouth. The third and fourth fell short, plastering Nancy's sweaty tits with a drizzle of fresh cum. Both men were done. Nancy was an exhausted quivering mass of female flesh that had been stimulated for two hours then totally fucked. She was still panting and covered with sweat and cum. But she had a smile on her face and she owned a 1971 Mustang. I took Nancy home that evening, cleaned her up in the shower and took advantage of her compliant state to fuck her in the ass completing the night's double triple - three men, three holes - before putting her to bed. Sunday we went to pick up the Mustang. Ken and John were perfect gentlemen somewhat anxious that Nancy would be upset with the prior night's events in the sober light of day. Nancy was so excited about the car that she seemed indifferent to John and Ken. But she was wearing short cutoffs and was braless in a tight tank top with a huge smile on her face as she turned the key and burned rubber down the drive toward home. Ten years passed since that summer and last month Nancy sold the Mustang at auction for $37,000. While the car had many pleasant memories, including the unique experience of the negotiations, Nancy has her eye on a beach condo and wanted to free up funds for a down payment. She is looking at condos that are priced a little above her budget -- I asked her if she planed to barter. She smiled and said, Well, at least I know what bukkake is now.