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Ward S

By: Crazion



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DISCLAIMER: As I am sure you all know, this is story, and it is fine to enjoy fantasy.

Most of the fantasies I write about contain at least a little non-con, and/or potentially harmful play; when it comes to reality keep things safe, sane, and consensual. 

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According to the charts, he had fallen from a ladder, hit his head and never woken up. Two days later her was declared brain dead and taken to the morgue. The urn they gave to his family was filled with the ashes of animals, but he doesn't know any of this. He is completely unaware that as he wakes up in a hospital bed,that his wife and son are at this very moment, weeping at his funeral.

The last thing he could remember was the wooden rung snapping beneath his feet and the pavement racing toward him. Next thing he is opening his eyes to see what must be DD cleavage in a sex shop style nurse's outfit. Even his foggy mind thinks this is odd; after all, don't they were scrubs now-a-days?

She was leaning over him to adjust a machine on the other side of the bed. As she stands back up her dazzling blue eyes meet his and she smiles brightly, "Oh, you're finally awake. Quite a nasty fall, huh? I'll go get the doctor and make sure your family gets a call. Please just lay still and relax, it's better safe than sorry with head trauma."

He nods, "thank you, may I have a glass of water? I'm kind of thirsty."

"Of course Mr. Dunwick," with a cheerful giggle and a toss of her blond hair, she walks out of the room. The click of her stilettos seemed out of place too, but with his head aching still, he decides he is in no position to question.

It is only a moment before the nurse returns with a glass of water and another woman. The doctor is slightly taller, maybe 5'10" if she were standing flat, but has the same beautiful blue eyes and flowing blond hair. Her breasts are similarly huge and well displayed in a suit jacket and blouse that push the definition of professional. The lab coat she wears over this is completely unbuttoned, or you wouldn't see the black mini-skirt she wears to show off what the six inch stilettos do to her long, athletic legs.

While the nurse brings him the water, the doctor picks up his chart and makes a couple of notes. "So Riley, how are you feeling? I'm Dr. Tina Rutledge" She smiles at him, and reaches for her stethoscope.

Riley sips from the cup before answering, "Bit of a headache. The water is nice though."

"Good, I'd be worried if you didn't have a headache. I'm going to give you a quick check, if anything hurts you tell me. Now I'm going to have to get under that gown." She waits for Riley to nod his assent before leaning over him slightly.

The metal of her stethoscope is cold but she rests the tips of her warm fingers on his chest as well, "Good, strong heartbeat, any sore spots other than your head? Alright I'll just start at the top and work down then."

Dr. Rutledge smiles to Riley as she bends over him, placing her cleavage in front of his eyes, and starts to massage his head, "Does that hurt? Good good, how about here? OK, this will hurt but I need you to tell me how badly, on a scale of one to ten."

It isn't as bad as Riley had expected when she presses down on the spot which hit the ground first. "Ow, umm about a seven." She nods and makes a note on his chart. She sets the clipboard down again and continues the examination with his face.

Her hands are soft and gentle as they travel over Riley's face and neck. He can feel himself blushing slightly as Dr. Tina seems to be caressing him more than examining. She also guides his head as she works, and it always faces the doctor's cleavage, "No pain here?"

Riley pulls his mind from the nagging suspicion that Dr. Tina isn't wearing a bra to answer distractedly, "No, none."

"Marvellous, now for your shoulders and arms," Dr. Tina gently massages Riley, pressing carefully on his muscles. Only a few times does he cringe, and each time she makes a note on his chart.

As Dr. Tina moves on to his chest, the nurse smiles down, "I'm Fiona by the way," Fiona leans forward at the waist in a bow, and Riley looks straight down her shirt without thinking about it. Fiona, at least, is definitely without a bra. She winks when she catches his eyes on her breasts, hanging there beneath the skimpy uniform, and the single hard nipple in his vision.

Fiona stands back up and hovers behind Dr. Tina, while the doctor continues running her hands over Riley's chest. She presses down occasionally but there are only a few bruises here and there.

Riley's eyes pop open wide and he releases a surprised moan. Dr. Tina smiles wide and gives his penis a gentle stroke, "Very happy to feel that this still works fine."

Riley stares at her dumbly as Dr. Tina lets go of him, then begins to slide her hands down his legs. Her soft touch on his thighs has his breathing coming a little more raggedly, especially after the surprise stroking. The pleasure is reduced as Dr. Tina finds more bruises than anywhere else, "Your legs hit the ladder on the way down; you're incredibly lucky they didn't break."

Fiona and Dr. Tina gently take hold of Riley's side, "We are going to roll you so I can check your back. Shift your weight if you can but we know what we're doing so don't worry if you are too sore to help."

The two easily roll Riley onto his chest with minimum aggravation of his bruises, "Now just relax and let me work Mr. Dunwick."

He just nods, trying to think, because something is missing from this picture. But then soft, feminine hands are testing the muscles of his back, and kneading the unharmed ones. Fiona kneels by his bedside, her breasts right in front of him again. This time they are pressed together by her arms as they lift a straw to his lips.

"Are you thirsty, Mr. Dunwick?" Fiona's voice is playful, the last bit of motion to get the straw between Riley's lips causing a tiny bounce of Fiona's breasts that nonetheless draws his attention as he sips through the straw.

"Your back took a beating too, but you'll be OK. Just one last quick check," the grin on Dr. Tina's face is hidden from Riley's view but he can hear it in her voice. He gasps when she squeezes his ass cheeks, "Oh my, no problems here either."

Fiona giggles and looks into Riley's eyes, "You must have plenty of women interested in that body." She watches his reaction with a smile. He looks puzzled, because something is still not right.

In another room nearby, luminous panels show a myriad vital statistics all labeled "Riley Dunwick 97651". A finger taps two displays marked "Brain Activity" and "Brain Waves", "He's trying to remember his wife I think, but he can't get there."

"Is it permanent?" "No, I don't believe so anyway. The brain appears healthy."

Riley Dunwick rolls onto his back again with the aid of Fiona and Dr. Rutledge. Tina smiles down at him, and gives him a gentle kiss on the forehead. In the process, her breasts brush against his chest, "You will be fine soon enough."

Dr. Rutledge leaves the room with a sway to her hips which momentarily captures Riley's attention. As soon as she is out the door, Fiona gives him another drink of water, "Get some rest, handsome. I will be back to give you a bath and supper in a few hours."

Fiona walks to the door then stops, and looks down the hall in both directions quickly. She turns back around to face the hospital bed, and giggles, "Riley, there is one more thing I would like to give you before I go."

Riley looks over at her perplexed. His expression changes quickly to hunger as Fiona pulls down the front of her nurse's uniform to bare her massive boobs.

Fiona stands still to give Riley a good half minute to stare at her breasts, shakes them playfully then slips them back under her outfit, "See you in a few hours."

With a giggle, Fiona skips out of the room, leaving Riley laying in his bed with a huge tent in his blankets. He considers stroking himself; he even reaches down to start, but someone walks by the open door.

The man in charge of the control room chuckles at the spikes on the monitors, yet still he looks at Nurse Fiona sternly when she walks in, "that was incredibly risky. We still don't know exactly how stable his brain is. Those sorts of sudden and strong stimuli could put us back to square one."

Fiona huffs, and takes her seat, "It is not like I flashed him my pussy. Dr. Rutledge jacked him off; why does she not get told off?"

"Dr. Rutledge is the lead in the case of Riley Dunwick; I trust her to judge the risks appropriately. You however, are just an apprentice on this project. Never pull anything like that again without her approval."

"Yes sir, may I still bathe him according to Dr. Rutledge's previous directions, or have my actions compromised that?" Fiona fidgets in her seat, not looking at the man.

The director stares at her for a moment before answering, "Dr. Rutledge has approved it. If this was my patient you would be done."

"May I return to my duties?" Fiona hurries away at a nod from the man. Two hours later she steps into Riley's room with a large tray. On it rests a soft sponge, a basin of warm water, and a covered meal.

"Good evening, Mr. Dunwick, Riley? May I call you Riley? Are you ready for your bath?" Fiona smiles and winks at him. She sets the tray on the side table, bending at the waist to do so, and causing her little skirt to pull tight against her ass. Riley licks his lips unconsciously as he looks at the tiny scrap of fabric pretending to be a thong disappearing between Fiona's pussy lips.

"Y-yes," Riley swallows hard as he watches Fiona sashay back to the door and close it. He is hard again already; never having softened completely since he woke in this room.

"A little privacy then, hmm?" Fiona giggles softly and pulls the curtains closed, blocking them from the view of the hall. She smiles and returns to the bedside, where she looks down at her uniform. "You... don't mind if I take this off do you? I don't want to get it wet by accident."

"Of course not," Riley watches Fiona raptly, as she carefully undoes the buttons down the front of her uniform, and her breasts come into view. She smiles and calmly folds the clothing on the other side table.

"Your turn, Riley," Fiona grins and pulls back the blankets from his body. She tugs open the ties of his hospital gown with no protest from him. In fact, Riley moves slightly when he can to help her undress him. He never takes his eyes from Fiona's jiggling breasts.

Fiona whispers very softly into Riley's ear, "Maybe after your bath is done, I will let you touch them." She says this just as she is pushing the hospital gown off of his hips, and her hand grazes his hard dick.

Riley just nods, his hands dropping back to the bed from where they had stopped on their journey to try taking hold of Fiona's tits. She turns and picks up the sponge, dipping it in the warm water and bringing it to his skin.

"Now just be still Riley, I will clean you up very nicely." The warmth feels wonderful on his sore muscles, and getting clean is nice as well. Plus, Fiona's fingers keep grazing over his skin, sending shivers up Riley's spine, while blood surges down between his legs.

Fiona's eyes light up as she washes Riley's hips, and she licks her lips, "You look so delicious." She moves as if hypnotized, bending down and taking his cockhead between her lips. Her tongue flicks over the sensitive flesh, catching the small drop of pre-cum oozing from his tip.

Fiona blushes at the sound of Riley's moan. and pulls back, "I am sorry, I really shouldn't have, but you -are- so delicious. Will you forgive me?" Her voice is far more husky than apologetic; especially with her half-lidded eyes looking up at him so seductively.

"S-sure.. You can do it again if you want," Riley barely manages a whisper, his breath is shallow with desire. Fiona titters softly, and slides her body up the bed so her nipples drag over his skin.

Fiona's breasts briefly capture Riley's dick between them as she makes her way to whisper in his ear, "I wish that I could, Riley, but it would be very unprofessional of me, and I just don't have time right now."

With a disappointed sigh, Riley nods, "Oh" and his cock throbs with every touch of Fiona's hand with the sponge. He sees her fixate on the twitching of his frustrated prick, and the slow leak of his desire from its tip. He tries to break her reluctance, twitching his muscles so that the hard flesh bobs in front of her eyes.

Riley's teasing doesn't work, and all too soon Fiona is gently rolling him onto his chest. Once he is comfortable again, she begins to softly wash his back. He moans again when Fiona washes his ass, squeezing it and fondling the muscles.

"Oh I can't wait until you are fit and healthy again." Fiona mutters under her breath as she rolls Riley onto his back again. "Nice and clean now, handsome. Are you hungry?"

Riley nods, but the look in his eyes is screaming of an even stronger hunger inside him. Fiona smiles mischievously as she uncovers his meal. "You just relax and let me feed you like a king." She giggles playfully as she feeds him roasted turkey with her fingers.

Riley enjoys his meal, occasionally sucking Fiona's fingers along with the turkey. She grins as she feeds him the last of the turkey, "Time for dessert." With another giggle, she picks up the bowl of pudding and looks into his eyes. Fiona lifts the bowl and presses it onto her breast like a bra cup, spreading his dessert all over each breast.

Fiona leans forward, her soft skin and its coating of chocolate hover just above Riley's mouth, "enjoy your pudding, stud." He moans and eagerly licks the delicious pudding from her tits. He works in shrinking circles until he is sucking the last residue of his meal from her swollen nipples.

"Oh, Riley... I could let you do this all night. Mmm you really were hungry, but I have to go," reluctantly Fiona pushes herself back to standing and reaches for her uniform. "I will be back to check on you."

Riley looks at Fiona, desperation obvious in his eyes, "Please, don't leave me hanging like this. I am so hard for you, I need it."

Fiona does up the last button, and pulls the blankets over him, "I know Riley, but I have to go for now. Get some sleep," She picks up the tray and leaves the room; the door once again open.

Soon Fiona is stepping into the control room again. This time she takes her seat with the director and Dr. Tina, and she squirms for a different reason. She rubs her thighs together, spreading the wetness, "Riley Dunwick responded well, no remorse or apparent memory of his wife. I can confirm the readouts; he appears to be at a low level of arousal at all times now."

"And the treatment is only for his memory, Dr. Rutledge?" The man turns his attention to the beautiful Tina, "You aren't sneaking him Viagra?"

"No sir, his medical treatment is for memory, pain and recovery. I would not jeopardize this research; I am certain that we can addict him to us and have him begging to support our cause without brainwashing. Further, I believe that he will be far more useful without rewriting his brain chemistry." Dr. Tina smirks, "In fact director, I am willing to bet you an hour per week of my Circle privileges for the next year. He will beg to fuck Nurse Fiona, even after we release his memory, by the end of the week. And within a month he won't be able to go a day without sex in our true forms."

Fiona looks over at Dr. Tina in shock as the director laughs, "Such confidence, Dr. Rutledge. I hope you are correct, but you know that policy prevents me from accepting the wager. Of course, the results of this study could shift your status a great deal... in either direction."

Into the silence that follows, Fiona speaks softly, "May I take a break now? I have a small ration of Circle time left this week that I would like to use."

Dr. Tina nods to her, "You have worked very hard the last few days you deserve a little relaxation. I should review Riley Dunwick's vitals again and determine how best to proceed."

Fiona hurries out of the control room and down several halls. Within moments she is past the hospital facade, and the walls appear to be made of stone, the lighting provided by red veins of molten metal and stone flowing close to the surface. Heat fills the hallways from these veins, and she sighs happily as it washes over her voluptuous body.

A few more turns and Fiona joins a short line of people outside a door marked "The Second Circle". Once she reaches the front of the queue, she swipes her security badge, and the muscular guard looks at the display, "Only ten minutes Fiona? You'll have to be very quick."

The bouncer lets Fiona through the door then continues to check others into The Circle. She hurries across the large foyer to a door with a green "unoccupied" light. She slips inside the room and locks it by placing her card in a slot. On a small screen in the room a countdown begins.

Fiona groans in anticipation, quickly stripping off the uniform, then sliding a hand to her thigh. Her pale creamy skin darkens to a deep, crimson red as her sharp clawed fingers carefully slide, up her leg then into her burning, sopping cunt. By the time the counter runs to zero, Fiona is tapping her cloven feet against the obsidian floor impatiently, her spade-tipped tail is thrusting deeply into her hungry pussy, and her green luminous eyes are fixed on the door that slides open.

The man behind the door looks as delirious with sexual need as Fiona herself; his cock is throbbing and huge, obviously surgically enhanced. The slave tries to move to her mindlessly, but Fiona pounces on him before he takes a second step. She shoves the man to the ground and straddles his hips.

Fiona's tail pulls out of her pussy, but she replaces it in an instant with the slave's dick. She rides the poor mindless sex zombie with a lust-filled frenzy. She growls down at her living dildo as her tail stabs into his tight ass, "Cum for me you worthless whore! Give me cum, I need it, so hungry, need more cum!"

Within seconds the cock inside Fiona starts pouring its seed into her. She shudders at the feeling and rides him hard. The surgery and genetic manipulation work wonders and the cum doesn't stop filling her cunt until her timer beeps down to zero and a signal kills the man's libido. Instantly the flow stops, the slaves body goes limp, and then her orgasm ends.

"Mmm, I needed that. Good boy," with a smile and a pat on the man's head, Fiona stands, her skin pale and perfect once more. She pulls on the tiny thong over her leaking pussy to hold in as much semen as possible. Once she is fully dressed, she retrieves her badge and heads to her quarters for the night.

Dr. Tina pours over all the data collected from Riley Dunwick. She makes a few notes and an adjustment to his medicine dosages. With a smirk she flicks on another display to watch as Fiona's horned head drops to growl at her meal. She spends a moment watching Fiona convuls atop the man, but turns off the monitor and walks to Riley's room.

Riley looks over at the door as Dr. Tina steps in. His hands are beneath the sheets, A moment ago they had been slowly stroking but now they are holding his cock down to prevent the blankets from tenting. His eyes stare at Dr. Tina's cleavage as it bounces toward him.

Dr. Tina picks up Riley's chart, and writes down the changes she is making to his medications. During the process he looks down her shirt, moving his hand slowly over the sensitive skin of his dick without him really meaning to.

Riley blushes at the grin Dr. Tina gives him as she looks up, "Feeling alright I take it Mr. Dunwick. I have a couple changes to make to your prescription. Just a change in dosage, not what you are getting. Do you have any concerns about that?"


Ward S



Riley shakes his head, then swallows a whimper of hunger when Dr. Tina bends at the waist to change the setting on his IV drip. The action causes her skirt to ride high, fully exposing her ass completely to his eyes.

Completely exposed, because Dr. Tina isn't wearing, even the tiny thong Fiona was. He can see her tight puckered asshole, and her cleanly shaved pussy just peeking between her thighs. He stares hungrily at the soft pink flesh, transfixed and not wondering or caring why she was taking so long to change a simple control.

Dr. Tina brushes down her skirt as she stands, then turns to Riley again. With a smile she peels back the blankets to get at his chest, "How are you feeling, RIley?"

"F-Fine," Riley squeaks out. He doesn't try to hide that his eyes fix on Dr. Tina's soft, pale breasts. She slides her hand beneath the gown and presses the cold stethoscope to his heart.

"Kind of fast Riley, are you scared of me?" Dr. Tina looks at Riley with a smile, "You shouldn't be; I'm a doctor and I want to help." She slips her hand down his chest and brushes his hands aside, letting just her palm graze over his hard, warm flesh. "Or maybe it's the opposite?" She winks.

Riley just nods, panting for breath as Dr. Tina's fingers wrap around his cock. "My poor, patient, poor poor Riley being cared for by such beautiful women. It is torturous isn't it? Such sweet torture." Again he nods, his eyes lock on the hand lightly stroking his erect flesh," I am so sorry dear Riley, for making it worse. But it would be wrong of me to do anything; I shouldn't even do this, but you won't tell anyone, right?"

Riley shakes his head vigorously, but still Dr. Tina releases his dick, "thank you Riley," She gives his tip a gentle kiss. "You look healthy enough. I'll have a nurse bring you supper. Sleep well."

Riley spends the next few days in the same sexy torture; each meal served by a nurse with no smaller than D breasts, in uniforms that barely cover, and often don't when they move right. Most times it is Fiona, and she always finds a way to feed him something from her body.

Every night, Dr. Tina comes to check on Riley's health and adjust his medication. She always flashes him a good view of her pussy and strokes his cock for a few minutes. But despite all of this teasing he never has time to actually cum.

And that strange nagging feeling keeps growing with each day. When Dr. Tina arrives for his checkup on Friday, she completely stops the medical drip in the IV. As he stares at her cunt his fuzzy memory seems to resolve, reminding him why this feels strange: guilt. His wife, Charlotte, is waiting for him to get better, and he is laying here aching to fuck his medical staff.

But Riley still stares while Dr. Tina tidies up the IV bag, whistling and swaying her hips. "I am going to leave the saline for a day, just to make sure you stay hydrated. Are you ready for a check up?"

He nods slowly, "Um, can I see Charlotte yet?" There was a reason he hadn't yet, there had to be or he would have seen her already.

Dr. Tina smiles and chuckles, "You're only asking now? You've been staring at my snatch, enjoying my handjobs every night, and you're only asking about your wife now? She can't be much if I can distract you so easily with this." Her mood and tone is so different suddenly. The sweet, caring if sensual doctor has been replaced with a husky, lust-inspiring seductress.

She lifts one leg, bending at the knee to rest on the bed near his shoulder. In doing so her skirt is pushed right to her hips and her pussy spreads slightly letting Rikey see the soft pink of her inner folds and the sheen of her wetness. "You don't want your wife do you Riley? You want a tight hot pussy to fill with your cum, don't you?"

Riley licks his lips and edges his head closer to Dr. Tina. With a slight shiver he nods, just once, "Please". She just grins at him "Please what? Please get your wife or please let you fuck me?" She pushes her middle finger into her dripping cunt with a sigh, and pushes her lips open further with her other hand.

"F-fuck you, I want to fuck you please!" Riley groans and pushes against the bed to move his head right between Dr. Tina's thighs, licking at her juices. She moans happily and grinds her hips into his face.

"Such an eager lover but it isn't your mouth that you want there, is it dear, sexy Riley?" Dr. Tina doesn't bother waiting for his response; she just hops onto the bed, straddling his hips. With a cruel, seductive smile she rubs his cock-head along her slit. "Are you sure you want me and not your wife?"

Riley growls with frustration and thrusts his hips up, impaling Dr. Tina, "Yessss! You, I want to fuck you. So tight, so hot" She moans deeply, riding his frantic thrusts.

"Naughty boy. Oooo I like this," Dr. Tina leans forward onto her hands and knees. She rocks her hips, accepting every thrust he gives her. She positions herself so her nipple is right above his lips, and he instantly latches on, licking and sucking on her generous breasts.

"Just like that, you're fucking me so good, Riley. Keep going, cum inside, fill me up. I bet you want to fuck Fiona too. Of course you do; so do I. We could do her together, would you like that?" Dr. Tina moans into his ear, writhing atop him and rocking her hips to match the frenzy of his passion.

Whether it is Dr. Tina's words or her excellent muscle control as she starts squeezing Riley's cock with the walls of her cunt, milking him: he screams into her tit when his balls start to empty. Torrents of his seed rush into her womb. His orgasm lasts nearly five minutes as every drop of cum and every ounce of his frustration from the last week drain into the beautiful woman on top of him.

Dr. Tina smiles and slowly lifts her nipple from Riley's hungry mouth, "So delicious, stud. I definitely want more of you. Of course, if we bring Charlotte, I will have to sign your clean bill of health and release you from the hospital. Or we can just keep you here where we can fuck, over and over."

Riley pants for breath and moans as Dr. Tina wiggles her hips a little, "I guess, she can wait a little while longer. Since the doc isn't quite ready to let me go." He pushes his hips up weakly.

"Very well, Riley, I will keep you here under observation a bit longer, and I will send in a nurse with your supper." Dr. Tina winks as she crawls off the bed, "but let me clean you up first." She bends her head down and engulfs his softening cock in one try. Grinning around his dick, she sucks and licks him clean.

Riley moans softly as she works but is soon drifting into the most restful sleep he has had in this hospital. He wakes an hour later to the smell of beef stirfry, and the sight of a completely naked Fiona, sitting on the edge of his bed, "Good morning handsome, well OK, it's supper time. Happy to see me?" She winks and wraps her hand around his semi-erect dick. "You seem surprised, don't worry, Dr. Rutledge told me it was alright now."

"What sort of hospital am I in? How do I get here next time I'm hurt?" He smiles bashfully and lets his eyes drink in the sexy nurse on his bed.

She just smiles and hands him the tray of food, "I'll have Dr. Rutledge put it on your medical records. Specialist doctor required or something, then you will always get transferred here." Fiona slowly undoes Riley's hospital gown with a grin, "She fucked you didn't she?"

Riley swallows hard and nods slowly, carefully chewing his next bite. Fiona smiles down as she properly removes the thin clothing from him, "I am a little jealous of you both; I want to take that cock inside me, and i bet she has a delicious pussy." She slowly runs her hand over his body, "You healed nice and quick; not a bruise left."

Riley shivers, feeling the head of Fiona's fingers keenly. He tries to eat, but it goes slowly. His eyes are half closed, focusing more on Fiona's body than his food. She smiles to him, and very softly slides her hand over his dick, "Shh, eat your supper and then we can play."

Riley nods slowly and whimpers as he tries to eat while receiving the most gentle, distracting hand job of his life. "S-stop or I won't be able to eat."

Fiona smiles consolingly, but doesn't stop, "You are going to have to learn to do day-to-day stuff while we please you if you want to stay with us." She spreads her legs a little and sticks out her chest. He can smell her arousal, "And you want to stay with us, right?"

With a whimper Riley continues eating, trying hard to maintain his focus. He is shaking but eating almost normally by the time he is finished half the meal. But then he drops his fork and moans as Fiona leans over to lick his cock, "Focus, enjoy it but you need to eat too."

It takes another hour of slow eating and occasional spills before Riley has eaten his entire meal. The whole time Fiona is licking and gently sucking him. As he sets down the fork with a choked "I'm done", she smiles up at him and suddenly takes his full length into her throat. She bobs her head, repeatedly swallowing his cock and stares into his eyes without blinking.

"F-Fiona, I'm gunna... you're so good!" Riley groans and thrusts his hips up, crashing his hips into her face as he feels the pulsing pleasure of his orgasm starting. But Fiona wraps her fingers painfully tight around his base, cutting off the flow. He gasps and grunts, "Why? Please let me cum, this hurts."

Fiona holds Riley tight, pushing her weight onto his hips to keep him still. "Hush now, don't worry; I just want this to last longer. We will both get to cum before I leave." She crawls up onto the bed with him, and presses her wet pussy against his prick, trapping it against his abs.

Fiona lays her chest on top of Riley, crushing her breasts into his skin, and kisses him deeply. Her tongue forces its way into his mouth and she holds the kiss for a long, desperate moment. She rocks her hips as they kiss, sliding her pussy along the length of his cock, leaving a trail of natural lubricant.

When Fiona breaks the kiss, Riley is out of breath. She takes the lobe of his ear between her teeth and rakes her fingernails down his sides. "You want to cum in my throat don't you? You can feel how wet and hot my pussy is and you still want another blowjob?"

Riley just barely manages a nod and Fiona chuckles. She turns around to face his feet, and wiggles back over his body, letting him watch her ass jiggle in the process. Then she is sitting on his face with a grin of anticipation, "OK, but I want to be pleased too."

Riley doesn't even wait for Fiona to finish her request before his tongue is buried inside of her. She moans and lays herself over him again, "Oh you are eager, handsome. Do I taste that good?" She lets her breasts rest on either side of his dick.

For a moment Fiona just strokes Riley with her tits. He moans into the sensitive skin and wraps his arms around her hips to hold his lips in place. She shivers and repositions his shaft slightly, still stroking with her breasts, but now seeing the head peek out with each stroke.

At the first touch of Fiona's tongue, Riley whimpers and falters for a moment, panting for breath and whimpering in pleasure. Fiona stops her stroking when his lips leave her, "You're very good but don't get greedy; I am very horny too." He takes a few steadying breaths before returning to his feast. When he does, she takes the head of his dick in her mouth, bathing it with her tongue and once again bouncing her breasts along his hard cock.

Already Riley is throbbing between Fiona's tits and writhing between her legs. He tries hard to keep his tongue diving into her but the pleasure of her mouth continuously distracts him, slowing his efforts. As his tongue slows, so does hers, and only her breasts stroke him. Her voice is soft and promising, the breath it causes hot on his skin, "If you can eat supper while I suck you, then you can eat my pussy while I titty-fuck you."

Riley whimpers and pulls down on Fiona's hips, pressing her wet cunt tighter to his lips, and bringing her hips where he can reach without bending his neck awkwardly. She moans and takes his tip back into her mouth, sucking gently each time it comes into view from her cleavage. She grinds her hips over his face, spreading her juices all over and occasionally smothering him completely.

Fiona tenses, pressing down on Riley's face and flooding it with her climax. Her scream of pleasure is muffled by the dick between her lips and tits. The vibrations run through him and he finally erupts, pouring cum into her mouth and throat. She swallows a little but holds the rest of his large load on her tongue.

Riley's arms drop to the bed, relaxing along with the rest of his body. Fiona slowly shifts herself off of his face and turns around to look at him. She opens her mouth to show him the pool of white, creamy liquid there, and with a grin in her eyes, she pushes it out with her tongue. Slowly she drips his cum all over her breasts and rubs it into her skin with a deep, satisfied moan, "You really are delicious, lover."

Riley smiles lazily, the afterglow making him a little sluggish. Fiona bends over him again, pressing her sticky breasts to his chest, and kissing him deeply. He can taste the residue of his essence on her tongue as it dances in his mouth, and finds he doesn't mind so much. The taste and passion of her kiss are intoxicating and he sighs in disappointment when she pulls away.

"Will you stay here with us, handsome? You can see how insatiable we are; you will never run short on horny women to please." Fiona pouts at Riley, twisting her toe on the floor. Her pose is so innocent and cute despite her nudity, that Riley nods automatically, wanting to help this sexy damsel in distress. "Even if you have Charlott waiting for you?" She looks up at him through her lashes, a single drop of his cum left running down her throat.

"I, I love Charlotte... Maybe she could join us?" Riley shivers, watching her body through blinking, tired eyes. "I would really like to stay here with you and Dr. Rutledge."

Fiona smiles and watches him drift to sleep. She quickly cleans up and tucks Riley back under the covers. She takes the tray and leaves the room. A few minutes later she walks into the control room with a bright smile. "I didn't think he would be so quick to abandon her so completely. You are a genius Dr. Rutledge; the humans really as very sensitive to our pheromones."

Dr. Rutledge nods and looks at Fiona with a naughty smirk, "Or maybe he wasn't as happy with his marriage as we thought. The chance to bang a big-tittied blonde nurse must be hard to pass up. How long should we make him wait before we go together?"

Fiona actually moans from just the words, "Right now? Just one taste of him was not enough."

Dr. Tina frowns and shakes her head, "His body can't handle another feeding so soon; I may have sent you too soon as it is, you drained a lot of his energy with your greed. You will have to be more careful next time. And anyway, the director forbid us to feed together until this experiment is concluded."

Fiona looked down at the floor, "I am sorry doctor, but he is just so delicious. I will be more careful from now on. May I can be there when he wakes up?"

Dr. Tina raises a brow, "Are you getting attached to him, Fiona?" Fiona blushes slightly, and Dr. Rutledge sighs, "There has always been that danger. He is rather attractive. No, you won't be there when he wakes; I have a different job for you."

When Riley wakes, it is lunchtime, and despite the long sleep, he finds that he is still groggy. There is a different nurse bringing him food but she is just as busty and naked as Fiona. She grins to him as she places the tray of food on a table and slides it over his lap. "Eat up." As he eats, so does she.

She is not as patient as Fiona and sucks Riley's cock like a porn star, giving him plenty of visuals and sloppy wet noise to get his cum quickly. She doesn't wait for him to eat either, just drinks down his seed and the bioenergy coursing through it.

Licking her lips clean, the nurse saunters out of the room. Riley shivers on the bed for a moment and gathers himself to finish his meal. And the next few days are the same; in the evening Dr. Tina visits him for a check up and quickie, a different nurse comes for each meal, and sucks him dry.

Then one night, Riley pulls Dr. Tina's body against himself while they relax in the after shocks of orgasm, "Where is Fiona? I haven't seen her in.. five days?"

"Fond of her are you?" Dr Rutledge smiles and kisses Riley gently, "A girl might get the wrong idea when her lover asks about another woman. You are lucky I don't mind sharing. She has been preparing a gift for you; a gift and a test really. She should have it ready tomorrow."

"A test? What kind of test?" Riley looks at Dr. Tina with a quizzical tilt to his head. A hint of sadness enters his voice, "Are you getting ready to send me home?"

Dr. Rutledge kisses Riley's cheek, "Don't worry about it, you will see in the morning. For now you should get some sleep."

Riley doesn't sleep well that night, and he jumps awake when he feels the light touch of lips on his chest. Fiona smiles mischievously and kisses his lips next, "I'm not allowed to get you too riled up yet, unfortunately. But if you pass your test today I'll give you the best fuck of your life so far."

Riley frowns slightly when he sees Fiona in her uniform and placing a set of his clothes on the side table, so he can reach them. His dreams had been full of her, Dr. Tina and the other staff, as they had been for the last few days. Even without Fiona's body in front of him, Riley had woken up as hard as any other day.

"It is time to show you what we really do here, my dear, handsome Riley." Fiona smiles to him and helps Riley dress. It takes him a short time to get used to walking again after laying in bed, recovering over the last few weeks. As they walk down the hall, he does not see many other people, and when he starts to say something she just puts a finger to his lips, "You will understand soon."

Riley just shrugs and follows Fiona as the walls change. He stops and stares for a moment when the whitewashed wall becomes magma-streaked obsidian. As she gently urges him on he quickly begins to sweat from the intense heat given off by the strange lighting. She, however, seems more comfortable here than she was in his room. "Where are we?"

Fiona smiles to him and opens a door, "We are here." Riley steps through and stops dead in his tracks. Through a wall-to-wall window, he can see hundreds of men strapped into strange machines. Each one is naked, with IVs plugged into his arms, and strange pumps over their cocks. Every few seconds one of them convulses and cum is drawn into a network of tubes on the ceiling.

Fiona wraps her arms around Riley from behind, and he is too distracted to notice how incredible warm her crimson skin feels. "It is a breeding farm. To make your sperm compatible with our eggs we need to distill it. A thousand human men cumming at this rate for a day could only make one of us pregnant."

"One of you?" Riley turns to look into luminous green eyes set into an impossibly beautiful face, beautiful and terrifying with her hair flowing around sleek, pointed horns. Fiona kisses him and her lips feel just as soft even with her new, hot skin. He moans softly as she presses her breasts against him.

"We are succubi, a word we taught you when we arrived on the planet. A word those first people grew to fear, and that fear drove them to nearly finish the job our enemy's bioweapon started. So we fled to this wreck of our ship and resorted to abduction. But that left us with too small a food and seed source."

"You have already met every female succubus that currently lives; there are even fewer males, called incubi. Even using human seed the virus is being passed through generations."




Ward S



Riley looks at Fiona blankly as he tries to take it all in, and his mind latches onto the only thing that makes any sense, "Succubus? So you feed on souls. Are you planning to kill me?" He tries to pull himself free of her arms.

Fiona sighs and releases Riley, her tail twitching nervously, "We don't eat souls, dear Riley. We feed on bioenergy and the easiest, most enjoyable way for everyone is to build it up through sex and use the orgasmic fluids as a conductor. The stories in your myths are from the days when we were too many and began to starve; they would gorge and take more than a human can safely give. We are few now and you have been feeding us several times each day without harm."

Riley points at the room full of men being milked, "And what about them, you think they want that? That they have been done no harm?"

Fiona steps to Riley again and caresses his cheek, "They do want it, but that is the old way. Dr. Rutledge is trying to change things, with you. You are an experiment to see if we can coexist with humans. Please, will you help us?" She slides her warm, gentle hand down his neck and chest, "You will be treated well; you will have us whenever you want. And if you want human women, there will be plenty of them to please you as well."

Riley looks at Fiona. Despite his dying rage, he takes in her alien body, and barely realizes he is licking his lips when his eyes pass over the dark red nipples on her massive tits, "So what, I agree to stay and you trap me with endless sex, or I refuse and I become a mindless cum cow?"

Fiona frowns, "We won't trap you, but we will show our appreciation for your help in reviving a dying race. And if you agree I have a present for you."

Riley looks at Fiona's face, and there he sees hope, her nervousness and desire," Revive a dying race? This virus you are passing on, what does it do? Can it pass to humans?"

Fiona smiles slightly, the hope blooming larger in her eyes, "No, it was engineered specifically for succubi and intentionally so it would not cross species; it wouldn't do for their virus to turn around on them. As for what it does, to start it killed nearly 85% of our population, luckily those who survived passed on their immunity from parent to child. Unfortunately the men who survived became sterile, so we were forced to find a compatible race to breed. And here we are."

Riley blinks slowly while he tries to process it all, "Why are you all blonde?" Fiona chuckles and steps in to hug his body against her.

"It is just the last fad we mimicked. You had a period where most of your media focused on long blond hair and gigantic tits whenever a woman was supposed to be sexy. I can be anything you want," Fiona smiles at him, her skin starting to lighten and change tone. She also grows shorter, her horns and tail recede. Her hair turns black and restyles itself. Within seconds Riley is being held by a beautiful asian woman, perfect in every detail, even her breasts having shrunk to a reasonable size for her new frame.

Riley just watches, dumbfounded, as the woman he is holding shifts through dozens of forms from black as night to pale as the moon; from short to tall, flat-chested to inhumanly large-breasted; anorexic to obese. Once she has run the gamut of human, she becomes the red-skinned demon, "I can even be myself. We normally read the minds of our partners and become the desire of their deepest fantasy, but Dr. Rutledge decided we would show you the respect of leaving your mind alone."

Fiona kisses Riley deeply, and presses her body to him. Her hands reach down and squeeze his ass gently, "Will you stay with us, please?" To emphasize her request she grinds her pussy against his bulging pants.

Riley nods slowly and Fiona kisses him fiercely, "Thank you so much, now for your present and your chance to prove you mean it." She leads him to the hall and to another door, behind which is a chair straight out of sci-fi. Strapped into it, immobilized and with several IVs in her arms and a strange dome over the top of her head, is Charlotte. In front of her is a console with numerous buttons, levers and knobs.

Fiona guides Riley to the console, pressing her breasts into his back. She kisses his neck and whispers into his ear, "She is sedated right now, the process would be unpleasant if she were awake. This switch will start it; she will have her mind erased and she will live for nothing but sex. We want to get away from it but for now we need her to feed the incubi and bare children for the farm. Just flick the switch and you stay with us. You even get her as your slut whenever you want."

Riley just stands for a while, trying to decide the fate of his wife. The whole time Fiona is running her hands over his chest and then into his pants. In another room Dr. Tina sits with the Director, grinning as she watches Riley reach for the switch and turn his wife into a sex slave. "He actually believes her. I suppose it helps that we made her believe it."

The director nods and smiles to Dr. Tina, "You have earned it, both of you. Go fulfil your fantasy and have Fiona. I leave it up to you if you let the subject join in." He stands, heads to the door then turns, "And I credited you an extra half hour this week."

Dr. Tina chuckles and slowly makes her way to the prep chamber. Very quietly she opens the door and enters the room behind Riley. Fiona doesn't see either from her position in front of him, on her knees and moaning around his dick. Tina smirks and starts to pull off her clothing as she circles them, careful to stay out of Fiona's vision. She puts a finger to her lips and winks at Riley when he notices her.

Riley just moans and pulls Fiona's head tighter against his pelvis, ramming his cock into her throat. He stares at Dr. Tina's body as it changes and her breasts actually grow, her skin tight over toned muscle. She again signals for his silence as she leans over Fiona to kiss him, and at the same time her tail suddenly cois around the base of Fiona's tail then slides into Fiona's pussy.

Fiona moans loudly around Riley's cock and tries to look behind her, but he is holding her head tightly in place. Dr. Tina breaks the kiss and bends down to whisper hotly in Fiona's ear, "I am not going to let you two hog all the fun. I have wanted in your pants for a while, and now I am allowed. And I am not going to miss Riley's first time with one of us."

Dr. Tina shoves the spade-shaped tip of her tail deep into Fiona's cunt, fucking her hard as Tina stands and kisses Riley, "Do you think you can handle succubus pussy, lover? Which one of us do you want first?"

Riley moans and pistons his hips into Fiona's face, taking her throat and using it solely for his pleasure. He stares into Tina's eyes and kisses her hungrily, "F-Fiona first, I wish it could be both."

Dr. Tina grins, "And which of you will please me? I don't plan to just watch you two."

Fiona moans and grabs Riley's hands to get her head free. With a gasp of air she begs softly, "Please let me, I want to taste her delicious pussy. Please Riley, you have been eating her out all weak, let me."

Riley groans and shoves down on Fiona's shoulders, pushing her to the ground on her back. Dr. Tina is pulled down with a small yelp of surprise as Fiona's body pulls her down by their tangled tails. Riley quickly follows, kneeling between Fiona's legs and kissing Dr. Tina passionately, "Sit on her face."

Dr. Tina kisses Riley back and frees her tail from Fiona's. Fiona moans in anticipation as Dr. Rutledge shuffles back and hovers with her dripping pussy over Fiona's lips. As Dr. Tina pushes her hips down, smothering Fiona in wet heat, Riley rams his his cock into Fiona's cunt.

Dr. Tina's body muffles Fiona's scream to nearly nothing, but those vibrations make the doctor shiver and sigh with pleasure. She grinds her hips down on her nurse's face and grabs her patient for a lust fueled kiss, "Oh yes, fuck her hard. She's so good at this, give her what she deserves."

Riley runs his hands up Dr. Tina's body, cupping and squeezing her breasts as his hips rock back and forth, driving his cock into Fiona. He bends forward and takes one of Tina's nipples into his mouth, sucking the hot, hardened flesh into his mouth where his tongue plays with it. He pushes both breasts together and takes the second nipple between his lips with the first. He and Dr. Rutledge moan together as he runs his tongue in figure eights around her nipples.

Fiona reaches up and grabs Riley's hips, helping to pull his cock into her harder and faster. She thrusts her tongue as deep into Tina as it will reach, licking at the clenching walls. Fiona drinks down every drop of juice Tina gives her, and coils her tail around the prick filling her pussy. She strokes herself and her lover with her prehensile tail, leaving most of his cock bare to rub against her walls.

Riley bites down gently on Tina's nipple as his body tenses from the pleasure of Fiona's tail. He tries to release Tina's breasts and speak, but she grabs his head and pulls it tight into her pliant flesh. She holds him there firmly, her tits covering his nose, filling his mouth and smothering his breath.

The brief panic this brings to Riley makes him lose his concentration on staving off the boiling pleasure in his balls, and he unloads a torrent of cum into Fiona's cunt. He slams his hips into her and goes rigid, but Fiona's tail keeps stroking him, her pussy squeezes him and draws out his orgasm. Dr. Tina holds his face into her breast and moans from the frantic motions of his lips and tongue as he tries to escape.

Riley feels himself start to black out as Tina lets his head fall away from her breasts, and he takes deep breaths to stay conscious. She lifts him to sit against the wall, "Just watch, you can join us when you are ready."

Dr. Tina crawls back over to Fiona and licks Riley's cum as it spills from Fiona's cunt. As she does, she waves her ass back and forth in front of Riley, then adjusts her position so Fiona can return the favor. Fiona immediately resumes fucking Tina with her tongue, both women moan deeply, becoming lost in each other and forgetting their audience.

Riley moans and strokes his softening cock as he watches his two lovers writhe on each other's tongues before him for twenty minutes and several orgasms. He finally stands and walks behind Tina with his dick at the ready again. He slaps her ass and watches the brief ripple through her muscled body before he grabs her hips.

Fiona tilts her head back and intercepts Riley's cock, swallowing it deep for a moment before grabbing it and guiding him into Tina's cunt. He screams softly as he is enveloped inside Tina but can still feel Fiona's tongue as she licks both Tina's clit and his cock as it strokes in and out.

Riley focuses on pounding his dick into Tina, ignoring the click from the machine behind him. He doesn't even listen to the bare feet landing heavily on the floor or the desperate voice moaning for cock. But then Charlotte's naked breasts are pressing into his back and her hands grab the base of his dick on his next stroke out, rubbing it, "Fuck me, please I want cock, give me cum."

Fiona grins up at Riley and encourages him between moans caused by Tina's skilled tongue, "Do it, I can keep Tina happy while you enjoy your present." And then her face is buried between Dr. Rutledge's thighs.

Riley pulls out of Tina, and turns to face Charlotte. He kisses her possessively and runs his hands down her body to slide a finger into her pussy. She moans into his ear, "Yes, please, right there, put your cock in my cunt."

Riley growls and uses his free hand to guide his dick to Charlotte's entrance, and the hand already there to spread her open. "I love it when you talk dirty. I suppose you deserve this then." He shoves his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside his new slut.

With the first thrust of Riley's cock, Charlotte seems to lose all thought and become a moaning, rutting animal. She hops up to lock her legs around his hips, bouncing her thighs off his body repeatedly to add the the force of his thrusts. He struggles to keep his balance with the added weight of his lover, and stumbles toward the wall where he crushes her between his body and the hot obsidian.

Charlotte's moaning, grunting pleas for "more" and "harder" drown out the wild sounds from Tina and Fiona, until Fiona's tail and tongue drive into Tina's pussy together and Tina screams with pleasure. Fiona doesn't stop thrusting and licking until Tina can't remain conscious anymore and collapses on top of Fiona.

Riley turns his head to watch this, but continues to bruise Charlotte's hips by slamming her against the wall. Each of his thrusts knocks the breath from her lungs in hungry gasps. As Tina's orgasmic show ends, Riley returns his full attention to Charlotte; he bites her neck hard, leaving his mark in her skin.

The strain of holding up Charlotte's body weight as well as his own begins to show on Riley's face. His whole body is shaking from this effort combined with the pleasure and his attempts to make this last forever. Charlotte whimpers into his ear, trying to form words with the brief breaths between thrusts, "Cum, need cum, fill ME!"

But still Riley fights it a moment longer until his mind can no longer over power his body. He slams his hips hard into Charlotte, forcing his cock deep inside her cunt. As soon as his cum shoots into her womb, she screams and cums on his dick, her pussy spasms around him, and milking every drop his balls can provide.

As Riley's body relaxes again he slumps to the ground, Charlotte falling on him. When he wakes, he is in a large soft bed pressed between two pairs of warm, red breasts. Tina smiles when she sees his eyes open, and reaches across to wake Fiona, "Our lover has woken, Fiona."

Fiona opens her eyes and gives Riley a soft kiss, "I am so happy you chose to stay here with us. You are going to make this world a better place," she grins at him, "not to mention making Tina and I very happy."

And over the years it proved true; Riley never lacked a woman wanting his dick, but every night he would choose to sleep between his two favorite succubi. Eventually he and Fiona learned the true purpose behind the experiment. But both were too addicted to the way things turned out to care that these new methods had been used on influential figures all over the world.

They lived openly now on an Earth full of succubi, incubi and sex addicted humans. Centuries later a cure will be found and the division between succubus and human will disappear; the small breeding farms which ensure pure human DNA will be eliminated and a world of hybrids will rise.



Warden's First Time



The young mage sat by the campfire in her thin, white shift running her fingers over the intricate words in her spell book. The night air was crisp and tossed the long blonde hair that draped over her shoulders. The routine was calming to her. She found that it helped her mind release the haunting images she carried within her. She mumbled a word and delicately waved her hand practicing her art. Dirt crunched nearby signaling approaching footsteps. She broke her eyes from the lines and gazed upward and saw him standing close to her. He wore a loose white tunic dirtied from years of use and tight brown breeches that shaped his legs nicely. He shifted his weight anxiously. 

"I guess I don't really know how to ask you this," he sighed. She stood up, dropping the tome beside her.

"Ask me what? You're sweating! Are you alright?" She stared at him, confused. He wiped the glistening sweat from his brow, his hands folding over one another.

He chuckled shyly. "Yes...no...I mean...I'm fine. I just..." again he sighed. "You'd think this would be easier." He suddenly smiled brightening up his face, his blue eyes sparkling. His voice steadied finding a small ounce of confidence. "Every time I'm around you I feel like my head's going to explode, I can't think straight."

"I hope you mean that in a good way," she smiled trying to hide her anticipation and doubt.

"Hah. Yes...of course." He glanced down suddenly embarrassed by his awkwardness. He swallowed and once again gazed into her green eyes. "Being near you drives me crazy, but I can't imagine being without you. Not...ever. I don't know how to say this any other way. I want...I want to spend the night with you. Here in camp." He looked to the ground. "Maybe this is too fast, I don't know, but I know how I feel." His eyes held a vicious intensity she had never seen before. It took her breath away.

"I wanted to wait," he continued, "for the perfect time, the perfect place, but when will it be perfect? If things had been we wouldn't have even met." He boldly stepped forward closing the gap between them. "We sort of stumbled into each other and despite this being the least perfect time, I still found myself, falling for you. I don't want to wait anymore. I've...I've never done anything like this before you know that." 

She nodded, "I know, neither have I." He grabbed her chin with a single finger, his grin growing wider.

"I remember." His smile dimmed slightly. "I was just thinking, what if something were to happen to one of us, or both of us. I'd like to be able to say that I threw caution to the wind at least once in my life." She grabbed his hand and pulled it around her waist. She kissed him lightly, with unexpected audacity.

"I suppose that's a yes, then," he grinned. She smiled back.

"Yes."

Taking her hand the two walked over to her tent and pealed back the flap. The fire outside created a soft orange glow inside. Both their bodies were fraught with excitement. He cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her. Her unruly body drew closer, her hands tenderly placed on his chest. He released his hands from her face and slid them gently down her neck and over her shoulders. The loose shift gave way without complaint, sliding down her slim body exposing her fully. He stood back taking in her naked beauty.

"Maker, but you're beautiful," he smiled, his breath becoming heavy. His eyes focused on her young, supple breasts and he reached for them. He cupped one in each hand. Without hesitation he lunged for them, his mouth consuming the soft skin ravishingly. She gasped and smiled in delight feeling his touch on her. Her stomach jumped feeling a rising need inside her and a dampness between her legs. He licked her breast up to her neck kissing it passionately. He hugged her tightly bringing her body firmly against his. She moaned and let her fingers grab his hair. 

She reached down and tugged at his tunic and snuck her hands underneath feeling the beat of his heart in a furious rampage. He helped her pull the shirt over his head and threw it negligently to the ground. She looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. She swallowed down her apprehensiveness and reached for the leather strings that held the material together. His hot breath hit the back of her neck raising all the little hairs to attention. His hands reached for her head and he let his fingers entangle in her hair. Her inexperienced fingers fumbled feeling the pressure of his cock against them. After several fruitless attempts she finally loosened the strings, allowing the breeches to slide off. His smallclothes had been unable to fully restrain his growing manhood, its head peaking out over the waist band. She quickly slid off the waste of cloth freeing his erection fully. 

A hard quiver shook her body. She returned her eyes to her lover's face his eyes penetrating deep inside of her. He brought her face to his and kissed her hard. She grabbed the skin at his side, his muscles clenching, his cock pressing hard against her abdomen. He forced himself to let go and the two knelt to the ground.

She shuffled back onto her bed roll as he crawled on top of her, his eyes never wavering in intensity. She spread her legs and lay down her head his hand behind her. He maneuvered himself settling down just outside her throbbing slit. The head of his cock tickled her clitoris making her shiver. He grinned at her delight. He put his weight onto one side using his free hand to help guide him into her. He moaned as he slowly pushed into her depths, the warm slick skin of her cunt inviting. He pushed till he felt a slight resistance. She arched and moaned her body becoming uncontrollable. He returned her moan with a sigh, his eyes fluttering.

She grabbed his arms, her nails digging into his biceps. He rocked back and forth his cock almost slipping out, his moans growing louder till they become screams. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. His momentum increased and his thrusts becoming harder. She screamed feeling a sharp pain stab through her. She rolled her head back grinding her teeth. Through the pain she could feel a heat rising. She had felt a similar wave on the few occasions that lent her the opportunity to touch herself, but as he pummeled inside she felt an intensity she had never known. The pain eased becoming a distant thing and she moaned again. Her hands gripped harder turning his skin red and blistered. He bent down to his elbows and let his hot body, slippery with sweat, smother her. 

Her eyes shot open as her insides burst and pulsated. Her breath became uneven with panic and pleasure. This was the satisfaction that she had always wanted, but could never find by herself. She screamed and her body convulsed becoming a disconnected being. He matched her scream and shouted her name the orgasm violently taking over his body. He sucked in air through his teeth and moaned again feeling the last drop of his seed spill out of body, painting the walls of her cunt and leaking out onto her thighs.

He crumbled to her side leaving a weary arm around her waist. They turned to stare at each other, their faces calm and still. After a long stretch of silence he chuckled.

"What?" She asked catching his laugh.

"According to all the sisters in the monastery I should have been struck down by lightening by now."

"Lightening...hmm?"

"Although," he stroked her cheek, "if you are to get struck afterwards, I don't see it as much of a deterrent." She could do nothing but giggle. He kissed her again and nuzzled her cheek. Her eyes closed, drifting off to sleep. He lifted himself onto an elbow watching over her as she dreamed. He stared enchanted by the rise and fall of her chest until he too could no longer resist slumber's call.



Wardrobe



I love the New York in high summer. The heat, the humidity, the stench of civilized society, everything. The trees are green, the subways are crowded, and everyone streaks from one air-conditioned zone to another as fast as they can, sometimes stopping to shed heat in a coffee shop or a diner.

In the morning, a few hours before my shift, I like to find a shaded spot near a lot of foot traffic and squat with my sketchpad. I do detail studies of the buildings, and draw in hints of the people I see walking past. I try to catch a sense of the speed and movement of the human river, never quite the same twice.

I have no illusions about making money with my art, but I'm young, and I don't have any ties or responsibilities to anyone else beyond a semi-casual fling I've been having with a barista-slash-performance artist who lives in my building. I just like to draw, and I love people watching.

For the last couple of weeks I've been setting up in various corners of the East Village, which definitely has a different flow than my normal spots in Brooklyn. Most of the people who move through Manhattan during the day don't live there, of course. A month's rent at one of the apartments around here is probably more than my net worth. So most of the people I'm drawing are probably here to work, or tourists. I've spotted some locals, of course, coming and going out of their buildings. Most of them dress down, but money is money, and it's pretty apparent who has it on this street and who doesn't.

I've spent the last few days here doing a detail of a particularly intricate facade. The bottom floor is some sort of office that opens onto the street, no sign. The upper floors are clearly apartments or condos and I've come to recognize a few of the residents as the come and go, moving about on business of their own. The facade itself is weathered grey stone, in contrast to the newer buildings abutting it on either side. Large, regular blocks, clearly shaped and placed by a master mason some time early last century. Weathered geometric patterns are carved across the lower rows, transitioning to varied ledges and crenelations and even a decorative gargoyle or two as you move up the floors.

It's a neat old building, and I've just about finished rendering it. I started putting the people in yesterday, mostly blurs with hints of detail as I watch them pass and look for interesting bits of them to draw. The swirl of a patterned dress here, an immaculate suit collar with a bright lapel pin there, et cetera. As a result, I end up paying pretty close attention to people, and to what they're wearing. Which is why I notice when I see a woman walk out of the ground floor office wearing precisely the same outfit she was wearing yesterday.

Generally not really a big deal, just someone doing the walk of shame after a late night, right? Not so much. The clothes this woman is wearing are easily worth high four figures. The bag alone is probably a couple grand. She's white, maybe early 30's. She moves like she's got money, rather than moving like she's spent money. She's not one of the residents of the building, I think I've seen them all by now. So why would she spend the night in a ground floor office? I've seen a few people move in and out of it, including a girl I'm pretty sure is a receptionist of some flavor and a guy in a reasonably expensive suit who is probably the principle of the place. I figured him for a lawyer or an accountant. I saw both of them arrive today, and more, I remember the receptionist unlocking the door, which means the woman in the expensive clothes was in there the whole time, ever since yesterday.

She disappears around the far block corner in the direction of Union Square, and I turn back to the building. I don't know why she bothers me so much, but she does. Oh well.

I begin watching the flow of people again when I spot a pretty young Latina in jeans, a t-shirt and big, chunky bracelets walking by. Her look is interesting, so I begin sketching her into the drawing, focusing on those clanking bracelets. She passes by the front of the building, on her way to wherever, and moves perhaps another twenty feet before she abruptly stops. She turns around, expressionless, walks back to the front of the building and lets herself into the office the other woman had exited a few minutes before.

At this point I'm a little bit too invested to not find out what the story here is. I pack up my supplies and squeeze between the cars parked on the side of the street to make my way across. Approaching the door, it's fairly nondescript frosted glass with a 'No Soliciting' sign, just as it appeared across the street. It opens at a push, and I don't hear any sort of a chime announcing me as a visitor.

I step into a tastefully decorated reception area. Presiding over a large mahogany desk is the receptionist herself, just as I'd assumed. She's reading what looks like a trashy romance novel which she puts down when she sees me. "Can I help you?"

"Hi, ah, yeah." I put on my friendliest smile. "Can you tell me what you guys do here?"

She looks at me for a moment with a bland, if pleasant, expression on her face, and says "Why do you ask?"

That makes me pause for a minute, as I'd expected her to simply tell me and thus solve the mystery. "Oh, um, well, I've been doing some drawing," I pause to pull out the latest draft of the building and show her, "and I kinda pay attention to people and stuff, and I saw some of your... uh, customers, I guess, as they were coming and going. I just got curious because I couldn't figure out what you guys do."

"Please have a seat."

"I don't want to be any trouble, if you can't say, it's cool, I'll leave you alone..." is what I intended to say. Instead, I quietly walk over to a couch running along one wall and sit down.

The receptionist gets up and walks through a door leading further back into the building. After a moment, she returns to her desk and picks up her book without saying anything.

For some reason, neither do I. I feel content simply to stare at the wall opposite as the time passes. A lot of time. There is no clock on the wall, and I can't bring myself to check the time on my phone, but the slant of the sunlight through the windows tells me that hours are passing. I know I should be bothered, or at least just get up and leave, but I can't motivate myself to do either. Thinking in general seems difficult, beyond simple observations about the office.

For instance, not only were there no clocks, there don't seem to be any outlets. The receptionist desk has no computer, nor even a phone. Watching the sunbeams streaming in convinces me there is no dust, either. In a detached sort of way, I realized I am terrified. I manage, with a monumental effort of will, to turn my head so I ccan watch the receptionist, but she just reads her book. Well, looks at her book. She never turns any of the pages. I'm not sure she blinks.

The door through which she'd disappeared earlier opens, and a short black woman emerges. She looks fairly young, wearing a sort of business ensemble with a skirt, and has her hair pulled back into a neat bun. She acknowledges neither myself nor the receptionist, and the receptionist doesn't even look up from the novel. The black woman closes the door, walks across the room, and lets herself out of the entrance back onto the street. After a moment the front door finishes pulling itself closed with a thunk.

Suddenly, I get to my feet. The receptionist continues to ignore me as I make my way over to the door she'd used earlier and let myself through. I enter an enormous office that must consume the rest of the floor. The decor is very masculine, a lot of dark wood and leather, a sideboard with a crystal decanter of amber liquid sitting next to what appeared to be a very nice humidor. There are bulbs here, set in brass sconces on the wall, and a hardwood floor mostly covered by an enormous rug stitched with stylized hunting scenes.

The man I'd taken for a lawyer is sitting in a chair next to a small table, upon which rest two glasses, each holding a finger of dark liquid.

"Have a seat." He waves towards the twin to his chair, on the other side of the table, and I move to join him. Without really intending to, I take one of the drinks. He takes the other, and with a lift of our glasses and a bob of our heads, we each take a sip.

Resting his half-emptied glass back on the table, he asks "Have you mentioned your curiosity about this office to anyone else?"

"No."

"When did you first notice something odd?"

"Today, just before I came in."

"What was it?"

"The rich woman was here before you were. She got here yesterday. She was wearing the same clothes."

He nods, as though that is the answer he was expecting.

I stand and walk across the carpet to a large wooden wardrobe situated near the rear of the room. It is at least seven feet tall, intricately carved. Three drawers of equal width and about a foot in height are set next to one another at its base, with the remainder of the front taken up by the large doors, which I pull open.

Inside are two women, standing and facing the rear of the wardrobe, so that their backs are to me. Each of the women stands over one of the drawers, and there's enough room between them for a third to fit above a drawer of her own. They are nude except for footwear and some jewelry. I recognize the large bracelets and hi-tops of the Latina who'd entered the office just before I had.

I close the door on them and return to my seat.

The man observes me for a few moments, taking a sip of his drink. "They only come here once."

On the heels of that cryptic statement, the door through which I'd entered the room opens and another woman walks in from the reception area. She approaches and stands in front of us, a vacant look on her face. She's wearing ripped jeans and a leather jacked with metal studs, and her head has one side shaved with her hair draped over it, occasionally offering a peek. It's dyed a shocking purple, and she has numerous piercings. 

The man regards her for a moment. "How long can you stay?"

Her voice is surprisingly soft. "I live with my parents, but they won't miss me for a couple of nights."

He nods, and she turns and makes her way to the wardrobe, where she removes all of her clothing. Her revealed skin is pale, and surprisingly unmarked, free of blemish or tattoo. She puts her boots back on over her socks, and then places her folded clothing into one of the drawers below the wardrobe. THen she opens the large doors, revealing the other occupants. She steps up and moves between them. Once she is in place, the wardrobe doors slowly move on their own, until the women are all hidden from view again as the cabinet closes with a dull thump.

We sit in silence for a time. The man regards me, occasionally taking another sip of his liquor.

The wardrobe opens, and one of the women comes out and begins to make her way over to us. She's white, tall with smallish breasts tipped with rose colored nipples. Her hair is in the kind of ponytail favored by joggers, and is a light brown.

The man addresses her. "How much longer do I have you?"

Her voice is low. "The excuse I gave my fiancee will work for another two hours."

He nods. She moves in front of me and lowers herself to her knees. Her hands move to my pants, and she unzips them and pulls out my penis with businesslike dispatch. Pressing a hand against my chest to lean me backwards in my chair, she rests her hands on my legs, lowers her head to my lap and with a little fumbling of her tongue, catches the head of my soft member and pulls it inside her mouth. A ring set with a large diamond winks on her left hand.

She stays there, unmoving, gently sucking on me as I harden. The man watches us.

When my penis is erect enough that she can no longer comfortably hold it inside her mouth, her head begins to move. She starts a short bobbing motion, such that I can feel the tip gently bump her throat with each stroke. Her tongue is also moving, drawing itself along the underside gently in a counter-rhythm to her head.

The man speaks, "You'll remember all of this, but it won't feel like a story you need to tell."

He stands up, and at the same time the Latina with the chunky bracelets lets herself out of the wardrobe. She walks across the room and bends over the plush arm of his chair, spreading her legs so she's splayed wide. She's facing me and her eyes are on mine, although her expression is unreadable. I think she's very pretty.

He addresses her as he pulls his leather belt out of his pants. "Will anyone notice if I mark you?"

Without taking her eyes off mine, she replies in a thick Bronx accent, "Nah, don't got a boyfriend right now."

I begin to cum at the same moment I hear the first crack of the belt against her ass.



Wardrobe Malfunction



Last year was my 20 year high school reunion, as my wife was unable to attend, it was a good time to hang out with some of my old buddies and reminisce. My old friend John reminded me of a particularly memorable event from junior high. A dozen of us were at a picnic the day before classes began. We've gone to the local park with a beach and were swimming. We regularly played King on the raft. In this game everyone tries to climb up on the raft and stay there as long as possible while the other persons try to push you back into the water. It was of course a treat when a coed group was involved. 

My then girlfriend Nancy was one of the athletic gals who didn't mind tangling with the guys. This particular day Nancy had worn a bikini top that nicely displayed her class Valedictorian 36C breasts. A bikini bottom covering her shapely ass and long shapely legs ensured that Nancy was the target of everyone's attention when she climbed on the raft. Nancy held her own and managed to dodge around enough that about half the guys attempting to throw her in ended up swallowing their pride and a few mouthfuls of water as she squirmed away and left them going overboard. Nonetheless she had been in and out of the water about twice as much as anyone else as the guys often ganged up on her. 

The reason that day had been permanently stored in my long term memory was because the game ended when my friend Jason and I had grabbed Nancy, me holding her arms and him holding her legs, then throwing her off the raft in a rather spectacular swing that had her flailing as she went flying in the air and off the raft. When Nancy surfaced she took a single breath before yelling for help. As I looked closer I could see that her top had ripped apart leaving the bikini top cups hanging from the straps around her neck. She was struggling to catch her breath, tread water and gather her top cups and hold them in place. Of course, everyone on the raft was watching by now as she struggled to cover herself while swimming toward the raft while begging for help. As she yelled for me to go get her her shirt I feigned deafness saying I couldn't hear her. 

Nancy was red with embarrassment and struggling to stay afloat while trying to preserve her modesty. After we all had a good laugh and some peeks at a very nice rack I relented and grabbed Nancy's arm and pulled her to the edge of the raft where she could hold on with one hand while holding the remains of her bikini top to her breasts with the other while I swam to shore and got a top. I enjoyed those breasts a few time but the relationship wasn't meant to be. 

It was ten years after that that I married the love of my life, Kara. We met in college and married after grad school. We moved south to Sarasota, Florida when I was promoted by my bank. Kara is an emergency room nurse and we have two grade school daughters. We enjoy the Florida lifestyle with busy work lives but plenty of time for socializing around the pool and enjoying the beaches. Kara is gorgeous. She is 5'4", 118 lbs, gorgeous ass, perfect curves, flawless skin, and an amazingly cute innocent looking face.

One afternoon a few weeks after the class reunion Kara was working a weekend shift at the hospital and the girls were spending time with friends. I had finished my household chores and was relaxing in front of a ball game when I was smiling about the stories shared at the reunion. Recalling the bikini failure event I was overcome with the temptation to see Kara experience a similar wardrobe malfunction. I couldn't get that thought out of my mind for the next week. 

Kara is not a prude but she is professional and publically modest. I have often encouraged her to dress more provocatively with mixed results. I don't know what possessed me but I finally gave in to temptation and rummaged through Kara's swimsuit drawer when the girls were shopping. I picked out three different bikinis from the dozen suits in the drawer and studied how I might encourage a wardrobe malfunction. An hour later, after a little work with a seam ripper and Exacto knife I returned the weakened bikini tops to their place in Kara's swimsuit drawer. 

Fortunately work and family got my mind back on normal activities. It was three weeks later on a Saturday afternoon when Kara and the girls decided to go swimming. When she came out to our pool in one of the altered bikinis I remembered my handiwork and watched anxiously. She sunned while the girls played then we all swam together and even horsed around a little - but the top held. After swimming in the tops a couple of more times that I was aware of and probably some others when I wasn't around, I gradually quit paying attention to Kara's bikini tops. 

It wasn't until the next spring that Kara mentioned to me that she needed to get a new red bikini as she had decided to do a little sunning and that the bikini top ripped apart. I smiled as she said that maybe she needed to lose a little weight if she was too big for her top. I assured her she looked great and joked that her puppies just wanted to get an allover tan. 

It was two months later when we were invited to a neighbor's party to christen their new outdoor kitchen and pool. The kids were relegated to the babysitters and I was in charge of testing the new grill with my signature grilled wings. Kara brought a salad and we brought a few bottles of wine looking forward to a relaxing evening with four couples from the neighborhood. The other four couples were generally a few years to a few decades older than Kara and me – not an unusual situation in Florida's retirement meca. Everyone was delightful company, able to talk about everything from the economy to sports to how great the women looked in their swimsuits. 

We enjoyed the pool, the drinks and the company. My wings were a big hit and we all relaxed after dinner as Kara and our host went in to get the deserts from the fridge. Kara walked around with a tray of fruit compotes. She had served three couples and was leaning forward to offer the tray to Randy and his wife when Kara's bikini top popped open. Her 34 C breasts were instantly on display with their fullness accentuated by Kara's leaning position. Kara gasped but froze momentarily as she could not cover herself as she still held on to a tray of deserts. As she squealed she had everyone's attention and all eyes took in the sight as Kara finally put down the tray and covered herself. Kara had already turned a couple of shades of red and was babbling profusely as the host escorted her off to get a top. 

The rather well lubricated group spent the rest of the evening teasing Kara about the delicious compotes and the exciting presentation of the desert. Even the women complemented her on her beautiful breasts. Tom, one of the older men was commenting on what a lucky guy I was and saying how Kara should not be embarrassed by showing off her beautiful rack. When Kara mentioned embarrassing me all the men were quick to point out that I was probably more proud and excited than embarrassed. When Kara looked at me and saw my smile she knew they were right. 

Later that night we hardly had the babysitter out the door when I attacked Kara. I striped her and had her on the bed with my head buried between her legs. I struggled to be patient as I licked her pussy lips and nibbled delicately before moving to caress her clit with my tongue. Kara was thrashing on the bed and erupted in the strongest orgasm she had had in years. Ten minutes later I was positioned between her legs and loading a very hard 6 inches of cock in her pussy. 

Enjoying the view of those bare tits for the second time that night I pounded Kara to a second orgasm and unloaded a steamy load deep in her pussy. Twenty minutes later I was rock hard again and had Kara's ass in my hands as I slipped in from behind and rode her doggy style till we both collapsed in a sweaty heap of exhausted bodies. 

Sunday morning after breakfast Kara gave me a sweet kiss and said, "You got excited yesterday didn't you!"

"I did." I admitted. "And so did you, didn't you?"

Kara smiled and said, "It was certainly a new experience and it was exciting."

She smiled as we went about some activities.

Every time we ran into one of the party guests for the next several weeks there was an extra smile or giggle even if nothing more was said about that evening. Finally things reverted to normal as the hot Florida summer kept us all busy. Karen and I both realized that a comment about Kara's wardrobe malfunction help heat things up in the bedroom if either of us needed a little extra motivation.

In September my bank closed out a record fiscal year and I was awarded a special honor for innovation in my department. The award included a getaway weekend to the Ritz-Carlton resort on the beach in Naples Florida. After arrangements with grandparents for babysitting, we scheduled the first weekend in October as a three-night getaway. I was looking forward to relaxing, a little golf and some romance with Kara. She used the trip as an excuse for some extra shopping to have a beautiful wardrobe for our trip. The weather was ideal. The gulf water was delightful, the beach was quiet and beautiful and the setting gorgeous. Kara looked stunning in her beautiful new swimsuit, sexy lingerie, and enticing sundress and short outfits.

The food was excellent and the wine delightful. After enjoying Naples on Friday and Saturday, on Sunday evening we had a luxurious dinner at the resort which was part of the gift package. Not having to drive, we both enjoyed a couple of bottles of great wine with dinner. A romantic walk on the beach in the moonlight capped off a wonderful weekend. We headed to the room. Kara suggested we go take a dip in the hot tub and have a nightcap before calling it a day. We had to head back the next morning. 

Wrapped in the Egyptian cotton hotel robes we took the elevator down to the pool level. The pool was closed for the evening but the hot tub was still bubbling. Two other men were visiting in the tub but otherwise the area was deserted. I poured Kara and I each a glass of wine and we removed the robes to enter the tub across from the other men. 

We nursed our drinks and visited first with each other and eventually met the two men. Both were in town on business. Jake appeared to be in his mid-forties and a financial analyst. Toni appeared to be in his mid-fifties. As we visited we slipped in and out of the hot water sitting on the tub deck edge to cool off in the cool night air then getting back in the bubbling water to relax. The gentlemen enjoyed the presence of Kara and eagerly told her tales of their travels and business dealings mixed with humorous stories. Attempting to impress a hot looking half-drunk 37 year old in a skimpy bikini was a pleasant Sunday night distraction for two men half way across the country from home. 

We had been visiting about 90 minutes when I suggested to Kara that she polish off the remainder of the wine before we head up to our room. Kara was sitting on the edge of the tub with her feet in the water and reached to grab the bottle. As she turned back to face us, wine bottle in one hand and her glass in the other, her bikini top strap broke. This top, the third one I had sabotaged nearly a year earlier, did not have a neck string so when the strap failed the top immediately fell off exposing Kara's breasts. 

It took Kara a few moments to realize what happened then she responded with an uncharacteristic, "Oh shit." 

She sat there a few moments; her thinking slowed from the alcohol. She finished pouring the wine in her glass while the men and I enjoyed her topless figure, then put down the bottle and slid back onto the water to cover her breasts. Kara said, "I wore my old bikini as the hot tub chemicals tend to bleach out colors and I didn't want to fade my new suites. Sorry." 

Kara turned to me and said, "I have had a suspicious number of wardrobe failures lately."

As Kara looked at my response she realized it was not a complete accident. 

By now both men were telling her there was no need to apologize as accidents happen and they had enjoyed the treat. Toni volunteered; "I haven't seen a live set of bare breasts in months."

Kara said, "Eric (that's my name) seems to enjoy not only seeing my breasts but letting other men see them too." 

I acknowledged, "You have to admit it was entertaining." 

Kara smiled and then said, "Well let me entertain you some more then."

She stood up in the hot tub so that her upper body was completely out of the water and her bare breasts again exposed to all of us. She walked to Toni, turned around to face me and then sat on Toni's lap. Jake and I watched her settle on Toni's lap, her breasts still above the water level. 

Toni's only comment was, "Oh my." 

As Kara's ass was now firmly seated on Toni's legs and groin. Kara slowly began to rock her body in a subtle yet clearly intentional manner. Toni whimpered as Kara quickened the pace. 

"You don't mind do you?" she asked Toni.

"Not at all." Toni responded. 

Kara quickened the pace with her ass twerking in Toni's lap and her bare breasts bouncing as her body jerked. 

In moments Toni grunted, indicating that he had cum in his suit from the ass cheek masturbation. 

I was stunned with Kara's out-of-character behavior but amazingly excited as I watched her pleasure Toni. 

Kara turned to Jake and asked, "Your turn?" 

Jake nodded in the affirmative. Kara turned to me and looked for my reaction. 

"Don't worry, our suites are on." She said. 

I nodded and Kara shifted from Toni to Jake. She quickly sat on his lap and squirmed grinding her ass cheeks into his lap. She repeated the twerking routine staring at me as she worked her ass in Jake's lap. Jake was lasting longer than Toni until Kara took his hands and placed them on her breasts using her hands to force him into fondling her tits. 

My heart was beating a hundred beats a minute as I watched another man's hands enjoy my wife's breasts and imagined his erection being massaged by Kara's ass. Kara gave me a lost-in-space stare as she worked to bring Jake off. Jake mumbled something then grunted as he surrendered his load of cum into the lining of his swimsuit.

Kara moved Jake's hands from her breasts and walked the few steps across the hot tub to me and leaned over telling me just loud enough so Toni and Jake could hear, "Take your topless naughty horny drunk wife to bed and fuck her pussy with that hard cock of yours until we can't move any longer."

Toni and Jake watched as Kara emerged from the hot tub. Kara's bikini bottom had worked its way into her ass crack like a thong exposing her ass cheeks and her bare breasts stood proudly with rock hard aroused nipples as I wrapped her in a robe. 

As we rode up in the elevator Kara said, "Consider yourself warned, If I have any more wardrobe malfunctions I will let every man that witnesses it get a blow job or fuck me in front of you."

As I slipped my hand inside her bikini bottom and grabbed an ass cheek I countered, "Is that a threat or a promise."

Kara got her wish that night as I kissed and caressed every inch of her body and pumped her full of cum. 

I'm still contemplating whether to carry out any additional wardrobe modifications.



Wardrobe Malfunction - Amber



Amber is super excited about her quiet evening. After spending every single night for the last 2 weeks in a study group or trying to sleep through her roommates' ruckus, she can't wait to have a relaxing evening alone with Netflix. Once she finally finishes her long day of classes and gets home, she's just in time to say goodbye to her roommates who are going out of town for the weekend.

She'd just spent the last 2 hours trying to give an in depth technical presentation to a hundred classmates that clearly couldn't care less what she was saying. Frankly she just really needs to decompress so the second her roommates are out the door she goes right to her room to get started. She closes the door to her master bedroom and immediately kicks off her heels and unzips her pencil skirt letting it slide off her hips and to the floor. She begins unbuttoning her blouse and quickly shrugs out of it letting it drop to the floor as well. She begins walking to her bathroom as she unhooks her bra and let that fall as well. She turns on the warm water and finally slides her lucky panties off and is just about to step into the warm stream of water when she gets a better idea.

She runs back into her room and grabs her cell phone and quickly orders a pizza from her favorite place. They tell her it'll be about an hour so she knows she'll have plenty of time to take a relaxing shower and be ready when the pizza arrives. Then she hurries back to the shower and hops in.

Amber stands there luxuriating in the warm water until the hot water runs out. Then she finally gives up and turns off the water and finally gets out. She dries off and wraps her hair in the towel and returns to her bedroom. Now she has to decide what to wear. It's a little early to put on her pajamas but then again she isn't planning on leaving the house again tonight so there's no reason to put on real clothes.

As she debates the pros and cons of putting on pants she hears the doorbell ring. She goes to her bedroom window, pulls back the curtain, and peeks out so she can see the front stoop. The delivery driver apparently got there sooner than expected. She glances at the clock on her night stand and sees that it's almost 20 minutes ahead of schedule. The bell rings again and Amber realizes that the delivery person is getting impatient.

"Sorry, just a sec. I'm coming." She yells toward the front door and she starts looking for some clothes to throw on. She grabs the booty shorts she normally sleeps in off the floor and pulls them on. Her bedroom floor is covered in clothes and she grabs the nearest shirt which ends up being a plain white cami. She pulls that over her head and into place as she walks to the front door to answer it. 

She opens the door to see a cute young Asian girl. Amber guesses she's probably in high school still. "Sorry about that I was just getting out of the shower. Come on in while I grab my purse." She tells the girl.

Amber walks back to her bedroom while the delivery girl waits in the entryway. As she grabs the money out of her purse Amber silently kicks herself for panicking when the bell rang. That undid all the stress relief of the shower and it didn't even matter. It's not like it was a delivery guy, it's a girl. I could have answered the door butt naked and it wouldn't have mattered. At the very least I could have just wrapped myself in a towel like in some stupid movie or something. She returns to the door and hands the girl a 20 and tells her to keep the change. The girl thanks her, hands her the pizza, and leaves.

Amber takes the pizza over to the couch in her living room and sets it on the coffee table. The she goes to the kitchen and takes out the half bottle of wine she'd left in the fridge the other night and grabs a clean wine glass from the dishwasher. She curls up on the couch, pours herself a glass of wine, opens her favorite pizza, and turns on her Netflix account to start her own Doctor Who marathon.

A couple hours later her personal pan pizza is gone and her wine bottle is empty and she decides to take a short break from TV. She has a bit of a sweet tooth and wants some dessert. Amber hasn't been to the grocery in a while but she's hoping one of her roommates' has something good she can eat. First she checks the freezer hoping for some ice cream but there's nothing but a bunch of frozen TV dinners in there. Frustrated she starts raiding the cabinets and gets lucky when she finds a fresh package of Oreos.

Excited now she goes back to the fridge for some milk but is disappointed when she sees there's only a mouthful of milk left. God damnit. Why can't they ever just finish the jug and throw it out. This isn't enough milk for a glass or enough for cereal or anything else. So what do I do now? I really want these Oreos but I gotta have milk to go with them. I guess I could go get milk but is it worth it? In the end she decides it'll be nice to stretch her legs a little to walk to the store for some milk.

Even though she lives off campus, the nearest store is still the one on campus so that's where she decides to go. She can just walk there instead of having to drive. Amber debates putting on real clothes to go to the store but she really doesn't want to. She's very comfortable in what she's wearing and it's not like girls walking around in their pajamas is an uncommon sight late at night on campus. The she looks at the clock and realizes that it's not nearly as late as she thought it was. She'd thought it was after midnight but according to the clock it's only 9:30.

Oh well I can still just go in my jammies. I may get a couple looks but I doubt many people will notice. There's enough big boobed bimbos running around half naked that my little B cups won't get a second look. Even if I'm not wearing bra. Having decided to go as she is, Amber steps into a pair of plastic flip flops, tucks her cell phone and some cash in the waistband of her shorts and heads out. She lives in a safe neighborhood and she doesn't want to have to carry her keys with her so she just leaves the door unlocked as she leaves.

Amber walks down the block to the campus store and is surprised at just how much attentions she's getting. She'd assumed she'd get a few glances but never expected that just about everyone would look at her as she walked past. Apparently everyone expects a college girl to be dressed for a drunken night downtown instead of a being dressed for bed. Not used to so much attention she hurries along to the campus store.

She gets to the campus store and is surprised by how many people are there. Usually there's only a couple people but tonight there seems to be about a dozen. Even so it's nowhere near packed and she's able to get to the freezer without bumping into anyone.

She opens the door to the fridge and starts looking for the 2% milk. Why is like half the fridge skim milk? Skim milk sucks. Who even drinks that shit? The 2% is on the lower shelf and Amber leans down to get it. She never gets the one in the front. She always gets the jug 2 or 3 back from the front because it's usually fresher. Out of habit Amber bends at the waist which results in her booty shorts riding up and showing off her heart shaped ass to the whole store. Amber is oblivious to this though.

Apparently it's too much for one of the guys watching because as she's bent over struggling to get the jug free from the shelf she feels a sharp *SMACK* right on her ass. The smack hurts but worse than that is knocks her off balance and she falls into the fridge against the shelves full of cold milk. The shock from that means that it takes a few seconds for her to get upright and turn around to confront whoever smacked her butt. 

Too late though apparently. By the time she manages to turn around no one is within 5 feet of her but there are about half a dozen guys watching her and smirking. She glares at them hoping to intimidate one of them into confession or at the very least making some of them feel ashamed of themselves. It doesn't seem to be working though. If anything their smiles were getting bigger and a few of them started laughing while looking at her. Amber stands there her glare slowly turning to confusion over what's going on until she finally figures it out. 

She isn't used to going around braless so it didn't occur to her at first what would happen to her when she fell into the fridge. But she glances down now and the reality of her situation sinks in. Her nipples are rock hard and poking through her thin cami clearly visible. Even worse, when she fell against the milk the condensation on the jugs got her top a little wet. It's not enough to turn her white top see through but it is enough to make sure she'll stay cold a lot longer.

Even once she realizes all this it takes her a few seconds to react. The sheer oddness and embarrassment of the situation keeps her frozen in place for a few seconds. Then the reality of the situation sinks in and she can finally move. Amber crosses her arms over her chest and turns around to face away from her audience all while turning bright red. 

The extra warmth from her crossed arms and her deep flush warms her up enough to soften her nipples after about 30 seconds but by then it's too late. Everyone in the store already saw her before she managed to hide her chest so at this point she knows her efforts to hide are pointless. But she still has a job to do so she opens the fridge again and quickly gets her half gallon of 2%. This time she bends at the knees to keep anyone from targeting her butt again.

After a few seconds of struggle she manages to get the jug 3 back from the front out and carries it up to the checkout counter. Even the cashier smirks at her as she pulls some money out of her waistband to pay for her milk. Amber blushes all over again when she sees the young lady behind the counter's smile. She hurries out of the store and practically runs home.



Wardrobe Malfunction - Mary



Mary and her 2 best friends, Laci and Michaela, are having the time of their lives at an amusement park. They know they won't have many more days like this, they're all about to start their senior year of college so this is their last summer together.

They chose to spend the whole day at the park because all of them love thrill rides so they got there as soon as the park opened and don't plan on leaving until they're kicked out. They planned on spending the middle of the day cooling off in the waterpark though so they all brought swimsuits and towels.

After riding about half the rides in the park, the friends decide to cool off and spend a couple hours in the water park. It's a pretty good waterpark too. There are dozens of water slides, a wave pool, a lazy river, and a sundeck full of chairs to lay out and get some sun.

Mary and her friends go to the changing room to change into their swimsuits. Mary is a little bit uncomfortable being naked in front of strangers even if all of them were naked too. Actually Mary was uncomfortable being naked in front of almost anyone. For the first 6 months after she started dating her boyfriend she wouldn't strip in front of him with the lights on. But she changed quickly and left the room before things got awkward for her. The three of them put their towels and clothes in a backpack and found a locker to keep their wallets and cellphones safe. They found an empty chair on the sundeck to leave the backpack of their stuff and together went off to try out the water slides.

The slides are a lot of fun but the park is packed so they're standing in line for quite a while between trips down and Mary gets tired of waiting standing in the sun. She decides she'd rather relax on the lazy river and cool off for a while but Michaela and Laci want to try out the wave pool. They agree to split up and meet back at the backpack when they get tired of the waterpark or they get hungry. Whoever wants to leave first would just need to find the others.

Mary bids them goodbye and hurries around the waterpark to the lazy river. She finds an available inner-tube and starts her journey around the lazy river. The lazy river really is the most relaxing ride in the entire park. The cool water, the slow pace, the sounds of the water lapping against the sides, her sunglasses on...the only thing missing is a nice cool glass of lemonade and it would be perfect. By the end of her first lap around Mary is about ready to take a nap.

As she drifts along, Mary notices that there are a few people around her checking her out. Most of them are trying to be subtle looking at her out of the corner of their eye or from behind sunglasses but she can still tell. And a few of them aren't being subtle at all. Mary enjoys the attention though. Naked she becomes super self-conscious but as long as she had clothes on she loves the attention. Even a bikini is enough for her to enjoy the attention despite the fact that she knows just about everyone is picturing her out of the bikini.

Mary loves the lazy river but after about an hour her stomach rumbles and she decides she better get out and grab some lunch. When the river brings her around to the start again she gets out and starts walking back toward the bag with all their towels. She reaches the sundeck and heads toward the bag. But as she approaches is, she notices that there seem to be a couple guys going through the bag. At first, Mary thinks she must be looking at the wrong chair and bag but as she gets closer she sees that it is in fact her bag that those boys are going through. Mary starts running toward them and yells. "Hey, what are you doing? That's my bag."

The boys hear her and look up then immediately run away. Mary thinks about chasing them down but decides that it isn't worth it. She assumes they were looking for their money but that's all safely in the locker. Mary grabs her towel out of the bag and starts drying off when she notices that the boys did in fact take something. All three of their bras and panties are missing. Those stupid boys must have stolen them as some sort of stupid prank.

At first Mary is just shocked at the sheer audacity of such a crime. She considers finding a park employee and reporting it but as she looks around she realizes the boys are nowhere in sight and since she didn't get a great look at them in the first place she probably wouldn't be able to find them again. 

Sighing with frustration at the situation, Mary wraps her towel around herself, grabs the bag and sets out to find Michaela and Laci to break the news to them. She spots them playing in the wave pool. She waves to get their attention and motions them to get out of the water so they can talk. Both of them get out of the wave pool tired and out of breath from the exertion of fighting the waves. They come up to Mary smiling but them Mary explains what happened and their smiles turn to frowns.

"...so yeah, when I got to the bag I found our underwear missing." Mary finishes her story. 

"What the Hell?" Laci asks. "Why would someone even do that?"

"Who knows? It was probably just some stupid prank or something. What did they look like?" Michaela asks Mary, "Maybe we could find them."

Mary shakes her head, "No, I didn't get a good look at them. I think they were young though. Like 15 or 16. Probably never even touched a real bra before." She says trying to make a joke of it. It seems to work as all three of them laugh at that thought. 

As they've been talking, Laci and Michaela have been drying off and by now they're dry enough that they can start pulling their clothes on over their swimsuits. Mary hesitates a moment before saying, "Hang on, I hate wearing clothes over a wet bikini. I'm gonna go change."

"Change into what?" Laci asks. "Did you bring a spare pair of undies or something?"

"Nah, nothing like that. I'll just go commando." Mary responds with a faux-sexy wink. "You guys grab our stuff out of the locker and find somewhere close by to grab a bite to eat while I change."

Mary hands them the map from the bag and then goes off to the changing room by herself. If anything this time in the changing room is even more awkward than the last time because she needs to strip, then towel off before changing instead of just stripping and changing but she gets through the experience none the worse for wear. Soon, Mary is back in the shorts and tank top she came to the park in.

The tank top is not one she would normally wear without a bra though. The neck is pretty low cut and the armholes are a bit big. Not a big deal when she's wearing a bra but without one she knows she'll have to be careful to avoid giving anyone too much of a view. No bending over too much or raising her arms. Otherwise someone will see down her shirt or get a side-boob view. She considers just pulling her bikini top back on but decides she'd rather deal with the overly-revealing top than a wet top making it look like she has excessive boobs-sweat.

Mary leaves the changing room and finds her friends again. Michaela hands Mary her money and credit card and cell phone all of which had been in the locker while Laci tells her about the restaurant they picked out for lunch.

Their lunch is delicious if a bit pricy but they all eat their fill and decide to digest while in line. The biggest and best roller coaster in the whole park is near them but has a 45 minute wait time. They figure they can digest while waiting in line and no longer feel stuffed to bursting by the time they actually make it to the ride.

The three best friends laugh and joke the whole time they're in line and soon they've all basically forgotten how pissed they were about their underwear. By the time they make it to the front of the line they're all having a great time again. The ride is only 2 seats in each row so Laci and Michaela ride together while Mary and a stranger take the row behind them. The overhead restraints are lowered and the ride begins.

The ride is amazing. Easily the best one they've been on so far today. But suddenly as the ride slows down and comes to back into the station Mary realizes with horror that her boobs have fallen out of her shirt. It must have been during the loops or maybe during one of the negative G dives or something like that. She immediately tries to correct it but realizes to her horror that with the overhead restraints she can't bend her arm enough to reach her shirt.

Panicking, Mary eventually manages to squirm her arm around the back of the restraints and gets her tank top back in place just as they come into view of the waiting crowds. Red-faced, she looks around but luckily no one seems to have noticed her accidental exposure. Not even the guy in the seat next to her.

Mary considers herself extremely lucky and the rush from almost being caught like that leave her feeling giddy as she gets off the ride and exits with her friends. They're all laughing and talking about how awesome the ride is. Mary is looking forward to telling them about her little wardrobe malfunction but wants to wait until they are out of a dense crowd and have a little bit of privacy.

She comes up short though when they pass the photo kiosk. On the overhead screens are pictures of all the riders from the latest train. And there she is in the center screen, Mouth wide open in a happy scream with her boobs both hanging out of her shirt. Mary's first instinct is to jump in front and try to block the screen so no one else can see but unfortunately the screen is way too high up for her to do that.

Instead she lowers her head and tries to shield her face from view as she hurries past and out of the gift shop exit. Once outside she looks around and realizes she must have left her friends behind and so she decides to wait for them. 

Laci and Michaela seem to take forever getting out of the gift shop and while she waits her mind starts to play tricks on her and she's worried that every person walking past laughing or smiling is secretly laughing at her after seeing the picture.

Finally though her friends emerge from the gift shop both laughing. Laci has a souvenir bag so Mary assumes she must have stopped to buy something. She asks Laci what she bought and Laci bursts out laughing again. She opens the bag and pulls out a framed picture...The picture from the ride. Not only did Laci buy the print, she even paid for it to be framed.

Laci and Michaela both think the whole thing was hilarious and joke that it would be a great way to remember their day at the amusement park. Mary is humiliated but even though her shame she's able to recognize the humor in it. If it had happened to either of her friends she'd be laughing her butt off at the whole situation so she assumes that maybe with time she'll find it funny too.



Wardrobe Malfunction- Mikheala



Mikheala shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot trying to relieve the wedgie that is slowly working its way further into her butt. It would probably be easier for her to manage if she wasn't playing Ping-Pong in front of an audience. After all, Mikheala has quite a bit of experience dealing with uncooperative panties and by now she was pretty good at subtly relieving herself.

Somehow she'd gotten drawn into this impromptu Ping-Pong tournament but now she's regretting it. There are roughly a dozen people—mostly guys—standing around watching her match and they all seem to know that something is wrong. Normally Mikheala is pretty good at Ping-Pong and over the last month of school has actually beaten most of the people there, but now she's losing. Her panties seem intent on forcing their way into her butt and she can't focus on the game. In fact, she isn't too concerned about the game at the moment; she's a bit competitive and doesn't want people to think she's bad at Ping-Pong but right now she just wants the game to be over.

She isn't really dressed for movement right now. Since coming to college, Mikheala has been trying to reinvent her image. She's tired of being the modest girl with the over protective parents. She wants to be fun. She wants to be seen as hot and sexy. So since coming to college Mikheala has been wearing thongs almost every day and her wardrobe has been becoming sluttier and sluttier.

For instance, right now she's wearing nothing but a pair of daisy-duke shorts that leave her whole legs exposed and just barely cover her butt when she's standing still. Moving around like this to play ping pong means that they keep sliding and bunching up and exposing her more than she's comfortable with. Not to mention her thong which seems Hell bent on finding the least comfortable position possible...

Her opponent doesn't seem overly concerned about ending the game; she was missing shots and letting the ball drop enough that if her opponent was playing normally the game would have been over by now. She's played Dan before and he was a lot better than this last time; she's playing like crap but they've been deuces for over 5 minutes now.

Mikheala starts to think that Dan might be toying with her. He seems distracted watching her move but not so distracted that they'd be tied like this. He seems to be letting her score to keep the game going. Every time the ball drops on her side, Mikheala has to bend over to retrieve it and she feels her low-rider jeans slip a little and she knows that her panties are on display. She knows her situation is bad but she hopes it isn't too bad. She doesn't think she's actually whale-tailing and she hopes no one can see her wedgie. Judging by the crowd though, she's afraid that she's fully on display. 

Mikheala wishes she were dressed differently for this but she hadn't been planning on playing. Maybe if she were wearing a longer top but the one she had on left her mid-drift exposed. Though to be honest, only her workout outfits would protect her modesty while moving around in front of a crowd like this. But she's getting desperate and has stopped thinking straight.

Suddenly Mikheala realizes that the game is over; somehow she won even though she doesn't remember the last few plays because she's been so focused of the material slowly invading her ass. People are clapping and congratulating her and she shakes Dan's hand and muttering a quick "good match" to him while all she's really thinking about is getting away. 

Another guy steps up to the table and she realizes that she's still in a tournament and the crowd expects her to play again. Mikheala stammers that she really needs to go to the ladies room and that she'll be right back. She hands her paddle to a random person in the crowd without ever looking at them to see who it is before rushing out of the rec room and to the bathroom. She hopes she's walking normally but is terrified that she'd waddling. 

Mikheala burst into the bathroom intending to rush into a stall and deal with her problem but when she gets there, all the stalls are full. Desperate, she decides not to wait and drops her pants in front of the sinks. Her pants are too tight to effectively deal with a wedgie so she has to she has to take them off to even reach her thong.

Sweet relief! But now she still has a problem. She already said that she'd go back to the game but if she does then her thong will go right back up her butt and she'll be right back where she was. Normally when she plays Mikheala either wears her running shorts and spandex or else she just goes commando but wears a belt to keep her pants up. But she hadn't known she'd be playing today so she hadn't taken those precautions. She wants to just ditch her thong and go without but that has its own problems. She knows that the boys have already seen her underwear and that they'll be looking for it when she returns. If they don't see it they'd know she had gone to the bathroom just to ditch her panties and then they'd think she's a slut. 

But what choice does she have? She has to go back to play and she can't play with a thong on. She slides her grey thong down her long smooth legs as she steps out of them. she starts pulling her jeans back on and has just started the "skinny-jeans-dance" when suddenly she hears one of the toilets flush and she realizes that someone is about to come out. Mikheala franticly struggles into her tight jeans and zips them up just as the girl comes out of the stall and starts washing her hands.

It's only now however that Mikheala realizes that her thong is still on the bathroom floor. She's stuck again. The girl is sure to spot them and when she does she'll know they're Mikheala's. There's no way she can grab them and hide them without the girl seeing and if she just walks away the girls could still figure it out. 

Instead Mikheala steps on her thong and tries to kick it into the now empty stall. It didn't go quite far enough so she has to follow it to push it the rest of the way into the stall. Now that she's already crossed half the bathroom for the second kick though, she ends up just entering the stall so it won't seem weird. In the stall she drops her pants again and sits down to keep up the illusion that she just needs to pee. Really though she's trying to regain her composure after her most recent panic. She picks her now dirty thong up off the bathroom floor and stuffs it into her pocket. She gets her jeans back on again and notices that even the little material of her thong makes a noticeable bulge in the pocket of her tight pants. 

Once she finally feels presentable again, Mikheala returns to the rec room ready to finish the tournament. Now that she's no longer distracted, Mikheala manages to actually win the tournament. It was an impromptu tournament so she doesn't actually win anything but she still enjoys the attention as the crowd gathers around her to congratulate her. 

Her joy is short lived though, because as she's leaving the rec room, one of the boys from the crowd who hadn't played stops her. "I like the way you looked moving around in your little thong there...but it was even better without the thong." He sneers at her.

Mikheala turns red and runs away without saying anything.



Wardrobe Malfunction Pt. 02



As you may recall from reading Wardrobe Malfunction, my beautiful Wife Kara managed to end up mostly drunk and topless in the hot tub of a five star resort with myself and two gentlemen strangers. The failed bikini top strap had been sabotaged months earlier in one of my more juvenile pranks but finally managed to fail months later with an audience that very much appreciated the show. My drunk and revenge minded wife managed to turn the tables by quickly recovering from her embarrassment to openly expose her full breasts to the men and ultimately sit in their lap until her twerking ass produced a happy ending for their hot tub visit. 

I subsequently fucked Kara not once, not twice, but three times later that night in our room. She was emotionally and physically exhausted for the third round as I pounded her hot pussy in the missionary position with her legs pinned almost back to her ears as my six inches blasted a third load deep in her womb. The memory of another man's hand on her breasts as she giggled while she ground her ass on his erection fueled a rare hat trick effort on my part that had left Kara a quivering cum filled mass of luscious female flesh. 

You know how it is to have one of those nightmares where you are helpless as your life is threatened? You are falling or being chased or incapacitated and fear for your life. That is how I awoke the next morning. I was suffocated and gasping for breath. I struggled and caught some air only to be suffocated again. I awoke almost choking for breath and became aware of my predicament. 

A breast, my wife's breast, was being dragged over my face and smothering my mouth and nose. As I turned for a breath she giggled and thrust her tit back in my face. Now aware of the situation, I consented and shifted my mouth to embrace the hard nipple and turned my face so I could breathe through my nose while enjoying the nightmare turned to treat. I suckled the aroused nipple and slurped in generous amounts of warm breast. I could hear Kara making sounds of pleasure as I attended to her sensitive nipple. My hands roamed to touch and explore her body crouched on all fours over my head. In spite of, or perhaps because of the activities of the night before, Kara was still horny. If I had to suffocate I couldn't image a better way than to be smothered in the warm soft breasts of a woman that I loved. 

As my hand moved up Kara's leg her skin was cool and smooth and clean. She smelled fresh. I discovered a pair of silky panties covering her feminine parts. It seems she had been up and showered. After tracing one hand over the curves of her ass I moved delicately to trace the lips of her pussy. My other hand was tending to the breast that was not in my mouth. The warmth of her pussy was apparent and the tone of her musings changed slightly as the sensations of having her nipples suckled and massaged was compounded by fingers gently tracing over the delicate skin of her pussy lips.

In spite of the events of the night before my cock was rising to the occasion. As much as I was enjoying the pleasure of Kara's body I decided to leave her unsatisfied in the hope that her amorous mood could be extended throughout the day. Yes, I wanted to leave her horny as the same naughty fantasies that had led to the wardrobe malfunction were stirring in my head.

When I extracted my head from beneath her breasts and slid off the bed Kara looked concerned. She seemed to think that I was protesting her behavior this morning or last evening. 

Her voice was weak and uncertain. "You should have told me and I would not have worn that bikini. You shouldn't have done that to my bikini. I should have covered up right-away and got out of the hot tub. Can you ever forgive me?" 

I looked at her with a somewhat serious look and asked, "Did you enjoy making love last night?" 

"Yes, of course, couldn't you tell?" She answered. 

"Do you think I enjoyed it?" I asked.

"Yes, you haven't been that insatiable or cum that hard for ages." She answered.

"And do you think Toni and Jake enjoyed your attention last evening?"

"Of course, they were very excited and said they kept whispering encouragement and appreciation." She answered.

"So everyone was happy so why are you apologizing or worrying?" I paused.

I continued with something of an evil smile, "Last night was exciting and this morning was delightful and I'm planning to continue enjoying you and your body the rest of the day."

A smile slowly spread over Kara's face. That sweet innocent look returned. 

I encouraged Kara to take advantage of the complementary brunch while I cleaned up and took care of some work emails. We would check out before noon and spend the rest of the day checking out some beaches as we worked our way toward home. We were scheduled to relieve the babysitter that evening.

I took care of the emails and packed my things. I also mapped out a route home that would take us by gulf coast beaches that I wanted to check out - including two that were noted as being frequented by topless or nude sunbathers. Kara was aware of the plan to sight see and visit some beaches but not aware of my internet investigation of nude and topless beaches. 

When she returned to the room I asked her to pack a beach bag and suggested she wear her bikini under a cover-up as some of the beaches might not have changing rooms. She politely reminded me - with a grin - that she didn't have a whole bikini. I suggested her bikini bottoms and a particular top - a stretch, one shoulder strap, white tank top that would certainly flatter her when dry and qualify her as a wet t-shirt contestant when wet. 

She protested, "You haven't had enough of embarrassing me or showing me off have you."

I responded, "It's certainly been fun so far."

Kara responded, "You are lucky I'm in a good mood and willing to put up with your juvenile fantasies."

I reminded her, "You enjoyed last night as much as I did. 

You didn't look too embarrassed when you sat topless on two strangers' laps grinding away. That lusty look on your face while Jake fondled your breasts didn't look like you were complaining."

Kara grinned and headed to her luggage to get ready to go. I headed down to grab a snack and take some things to the car. 

In the parking lot I noticed Toni walking to his car about the same time he noticed me. He walked over and wished me a good morning. 

He continued, "I hope you and Kara enjoyed last night. I want to thank you again for the very entertaining Sunday evening. I ran into your wife at breakfast and thanked her again and I told her that if you two ever want to party with me and my friends I would certainly be interested." 

"She looked even more beautiful in the daylight. She just blushed but at least she didn't slap me." 

"I would love to see her again and enjoy her company - if you know what I mean - if you a two are ever interested. I'd be delighted to host your visit. Here is my card if this something you would ever be interested in."

I was a little taken aback and intrigued by Toni's comments as he got in his Escalade and drove off. 

I headed back up to the room to get my remaining items and check out. I didn't mention running into Toni is as I wanted to wait and see if he Kara would bring up the fact that he approached her at breakfast. My mind was spinning thinking about what Tony had suggested.

Back in the room Kara had finished packing and was ready to go. She was wearing a pair of shorts over her bikini bottoms and an unbuttoned shirt over the sexy tank top. We had three hours of driving and five hours of beach or play time before we were due home. I also put my swim trunks on under a pair of shorts and we headed north.

About ninety minutes later we arrived at one of the beaches I had wanted to check out. It was listed as a "topless friendly" beach on the web and one that evidently attracted a mixed crowd. The weather was delightful. Light waves, warm fall temperature and still warm water. The beach was quite quiet and we walked toward the more distant remote point to do some sunning and swimming. The only hint that this beach might be different was a sign that said swimsuits required on weekends and while school was out of session. Kara didn't notice or feel compelled to say anything as we walked past. 

As we neared the far end of the beach I noticed and older woman sunning, back up but with no strap. A little farther on there were two twenty something women sunning topless and Kara immediately noticed. She glanced around and noticed two other women who were also topless, both with men. 

Kara turned to me and said, "Now I know why you wanted to find this particular beach." 

I responded, "I thought you might not want to get your tank top wet and since you don't have a bikini top I figure that this would be a good beach to visit." 

Kara pretty much ignored me as she positioned her beach towel, slipped off her shorts and removed her shirt then began sunning in her bikini bottoms and tank top. Needless to say, I soon began prompting Kara to remove her tank top. She ignored me and told me to enjoy the handful of other topless women on the beach. A couple of guys walked past, no doubt hoping to check out the newcomer.

I began verbally comparing Kara's breasts to the completion on the beach. One young woman had an equally nice rack but Kara clearly bested the others who were topless. I encouraged her to go swimming with me if she wasn't going to sun topless. She protested that her top was too thin and would be too revealing. I rolled over and started kissing Kara. I rubbed her body and gave her several passionate French kisses. She broke the embrace and asked what I was doing. I told her that since she would not remove her top I was at least trying to get her nipples aroused and seemed to be having good luck with the task. 

She playfully pushed me off her commenting on my relentless juvenile efforts to embarrass her. 

I commented, "Your nipples are almost as engorged as last night in the hot tub."

That did it. Her nipples were now clearly visible pressing against her top and Kara blushed as she could not control the reaction. I grabbed her and picked her up as she feigned protest while I carried her to the water. 

Kara was dumped in the warm gulf water with an attention getting splash. Her fears of her top turning sheer in the water were well founded as she emerged from her dunking with her aroused breasts clearly visible in the tight thin top. A couple swimming nearby, a young couple we later found out were on their honeymoon, took notice as did a few folks on shore who did little to disguise their interesting in checking out Kara.

Kara quickly gave up any attempts to shield herself and proceeded to enjoy the water without bringing any additional attention to herself. The nearby couple introduced themselves and we were soon comfortably visiting with a twenty something couple, her topless with what looked to be full a38D's on a shapely, if somewhat full figured body and he a fit, clean-cut guy we later found out was a soldier on leave. 

After about fifteen minutes of visiting the talk turned to a discussion of topless and nude beaches. As it turns out they were something of connoisseurs of Florida nude beaches and were quickly giving us the low down of various beaches. Little did I know there are senior nudist beaches, gay nude beaches, hard body nude beaches and a few of what they called naughty beaches where hookups and hanky-panky were common. I mentioned we were headed back toward Sarasota and they quickly suggested a beach where they thought we would get to watch a lot more action. 

The woman turned to Kara and said, "When you see all the bodies at that beach you won't feel so self-conscious and might even take off your top and let everybody enjoy checking you out."

The other couple then headed out and Kara and I snuggled in the chest deep water as I slipped my hands in her bikini bottom and we kissed. Kara was quickly aroused and her hard nipples were pressing against my chest as we kissed. Kara whimpered as I fingered her and my erection pressed against her. She was soon oblivious to the distant observers as our passionate kissing picked up where we were at in bed that morning. 

I pulled her shoulder strap. At first she tensed up and resisted but relented as our kiss continued and my other hand in her bikini bottom continued to caress her ass. The single shoulder strap moved down her arm with first one then the other breast uncovered. She pressed her body against me keeping anyone else from the pleasure of viewing her breasts but I wasn't complaining as I took pleasure in her arousal. 

As we hugged I whispered in Kara's ear it was time to go and check out another beach. I stepped back and smiled at Kara. I arranged my erection to flatten my tented swim trunks while Kara restored her top in place as we walked toward shore. 

The thin top did little to cover her breasts and Kara seemed less concerned as the few dozen folks on the beach watched us emerge from the water. We sat on shore and partially dried off before heading to the car and then driving north. Kara played with the navigation while I drove. We were soon able to pinpoint our next destination. Kara's criticism of my interest in going to another beach that evidently allowed nudity had disappeared as she seemed to share a curiosity about this so called naughty beach and I think she had enjoyed being watched and watching though she would never admit it.

As it turns out that beach was less than an hour from our home. There were a number of cars in the parking lot and the signed trail pointed the way to the beach. We were traveling light with beach towels, sunglasses, flip flops, and a small bag. I had stopped at a convenience store and purchased a four pack of cold hard lemonade. We were each enjoying the refreshing beverage as we walked along the trail for almost 1/4 mile before it opened onto a beach area. 

There were about 30 or 40 people, mostly couples and a few single men. Only a few women other than Kara had tops on. As I scanned the beach about half of the men and about a third of the women were bottomless too. I couldn't tell about the dozen or so folks in the water. We picked a spot near the edge of the beach area, laid out our towels and settled in to observe the goings on. A number of men discretely kept looking our way waiting to check Kara out if she removed her top or bottom. After a while they turned their attention to others as Kara sunned in her tank top and bikini bottom. I handed her a second hard lemonade and we visited about the various bodies. Kara rather enjoyed checking out the guys' packages from behind her over-sized sunglasses, intrigued by those men who were partially erect yet nonchalantly walking on the beach or in the shallow water. The two men who had shaved hairless packages particularly intrigued her as did the various pussy hair trimming styles. 

After a 15 minute discussion of the virtues of the various size and shaped of boobs I teased Kara that is was time that she removed her top. Having finished a second hard lemonade she giggled at my suggestion. Next I threatened to pour the remaining cold lemonade on her breasts unless she took off her top. She looked around then she pulled off her top baring her shapely 34C's for me and the rest of the beach crowd to enjoy. Her rack was among the nicest on the beach and the very predictable increased attention by others on the beach confirmed her appeal. 

I told Kara it seemed that about half the people on the beach were true nudists who simply enjoyed the sun and freedom of nudity and the others seemed be a mix of voyeurs and exhibitionists. I pleaded guilty to being a voyeur then accused her of having a touch of voyeurism and exhibitionism that revealed themselves after a couple of drinks. Kara argued back that I was actually the exhibitionist but that it was her body that I was always trying to exhibit. I conceded her point but countered that she seemed to enjoy the attention in the hot tub last night just fine. She smiled that shy guilty smile and acknowledged that it was fun watching the surprised looks on Toni's and Jake's faces when her top came off and she didn't cover up. 

I suggested we head to the water and give more folks a chance to feast their eyes on her breasts as we went for a swim. The sexual focus of our discussion left Kara with roused nipples which drew more attention to her untanned nude breasts contrasting with her otherwise tanned body. 

I walked behind Kara admiring her cute ass in the tight bikini bottom as we headed toward the water. We headed out to chest deep water and embraced. We proceeded to make out like horny high schoolers and quickly had each others swimsuit pushed down to our ankles. We were quit a distance from anyone else in the water and covered to the chest but our actions left no doubt what was going on. 

I whispered in Kara's ear that I bet Toni and Jake wish they had been able to get her bikini bottom and their trunks off like we had now. She trembled as I talked about how hot she was and how exciting it was having her exposed. As she purred and pressed against me I turned her around so her back was toward me. I pressed my cock against her ass and reached around her and rubbed her pussy. My hard cock found a warm soft home tightly pressed in the crack of her ass. 

Kara began to thrust her ass against me as my fingers found her aroused clit. For several minutes we masturbated each other slowly and somewhat discretely. I was careful not to bring either of us to a climax. I was having too much fun. 

I walked Kara toward shore until her breasts were above water level and facing toward shore then again pressed her ass against me and returned to fingering her. I whispered in her ear that the men on the shore were enjoying watching her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply and rocked slowly as I thrust my cock between her ass cheeks. The people on the beach were still 30 or 40 yards away but could still be seen and no doubt see us quite well. I reiterated that Toni and Jake would have enjoyed watching her facial expressions as she was being fingered or would have probably enjoyed doing the fingering or more. Kara was close to cuming as I continued my verbal and tactile assault. 

"Maybe we can find their names and arrange another hot tub adventure." I offered. 

Kara blurted out, "I ran into Toni at breakfast and he suggested we get together again but I ignored his overture."

"Yes, but he is smitten with you." I noted. "He came up to, me in the parking lot and asked about getting together again. I have his card."

Kara gasped.

"He drove off in an Escalade. I think he wants to see the rest of you and do more than get a butt job in his swimsuit." I continued. 

I moved one hand up and fondled Kara's breast in open view of those on the beach still watching. "Maybe a hot body like yours was meant to be shared" I whispered. 

Kara trembled and gasped as she collapsed against me in orgasm. She stayed in my grip for several minutes regaining her strength. "This is crazy." she panted. 

She finally regained her strength and turned to face me and grabbed my still hard cock. 

"Time to take care of this guy before he gets us he more trouble." She said as she began jacking my cock with both hands. 

"Well you're going to get one of your wishes. My bikini bottom slipped off my ankle when you walked me to shallower water and was washed away so I'll be walking to our towels totally nude. See those three young guys who are on the beach now? They have been watching you masturbating me. They are waiting for me to walk to shore. Maybe I should go spend some time with them." She said.

I grunted as my cock erupted. 

Kara left me standing there fumbling to get my trunks on as she slowly walked to our towels. A caught up with her as we got to our towels. She slipped on her shorts and blouse and she turned and said, "This was fun, but time to get back home and back to normal."




Wardrobe Malfunction Pt. 02



Then she kissed me as we walked toward the car anxious to get home and see the kids.



Wardrobe Malfunction Pt. 03



Wardrobe Malfunction Part 3: Beyond Exhibitionism

As you may recall from reading Wardrobe Malfunction parts 1 and 2, my beautiful Wife Kara managed to end up mostly drunk and topless in the hot tub of a five star resort with myself and two gentlemen strangers. The bikini top strap had been sabotaged months earlier in one of my more juvenile pranks but finally managed to fail with an audience that very much appreciated the show. 

My tipsy and revenge minded wife managed to turn the tables by quickly recovering from her embarrassment to openly expose her full breasts to the men and ultimately sit in their laps until her twerking ass produced a happy ending for their hot tub visit. 

The next day, following a night of hot sex, my wife and I had our first visit to a nude beach and a less than discrete underwater mutual maturation session fueled by the excitement of exposing Kara to the fellow beachgoers. 

While our rather typical suburban lifestyle returned to normal, my memories of that weekend were a huge turn on and spurred planning another outing before the cooler Florida winter weather set in. I planned a repeat nude beach outing for early November hoping the weather would cooperate. My heretofore always shy wife was a willing partner in the planning and had to admit that she had enjoyed attracting the attention of other men and the feeling of being "naughty". 

Actually it would have been hard for her to deny it as little more than a whisper about the nude beach visit got her noticeably excited. 

Fortunately, anticipation is two-thirds of the fun as Kara and I both enjoyed the preparations and anticipation but as luck would have it we got rained out. Even when stone cold sober Kara hinted that she would go topless and maybe nude depending on the crowd at the beach. 

Unfortunately I was not able to test her claims. The planning did fuel more than a few good romps in the sack as we relived the earlier weekend's adventure. 

With the holiday season approaching I resorted to slightly different tactics. I took one of my wife's fitted dress skirts to the tailor and had him increase the length of the slit 5 inches, enough to significantly increase the prospect of revealing glimpses of leg and hose in a very tasteful manner. I also very discretely removed the inner cup lining from two of Kara's nicer bras resulting in the bra cups being far more transparent and less likely to conceal aroused nipples. Kara had warned me about wardrobe malfunctions but these were subtle changes, nothing compared to sabotaging her bikini top. After all it was just letting her know she was sexy and allowing me to look forward to a holiday party or two where my wife would be a little extra sexy. 

Well things don't always go as planned. As it turned out Kara came home from an office reception and marched into the den demanding to know what I had done to her bra. She proceeded to tell me how she was getting uncomfortable at the reception when she noticed one of the new men in the office staring at her legs. Only on closer inspection did she realize he could see the tops of her stay-up stocking through the slit in her skirt. That embarrassment caused her to get aroused and she soon realized her engorged nipples were leaving plainly visible indentations on her blouse. 

She was blushing with embarrassment as she ended up excusing herself to the restroom where she realized that the lining was missing from her bra and she had to use paper toweling inserted in her bra to cover her aroused nipples. It didn't take her long to realize who the culprit was. Fortunately for me she still didn't realize the skirt had been altered. 

I couldn't help but laugh at her predicament and pled guilty to a little lingerie alteration in the interest of a sexier wife. Kara quickly cooled off and countered, "Well I hope you and Brent, (the guy who was enjoying checking out Kara) enjoyed my embarrassment. 

Then Kara opened the door with her next comment, "Well if you insist on showing me off, we need to go out of town." 

It was clear the Kara was beginning to enjoy the effect she could have on men - particularly if she could rationalize it as doing it for me. Kara was becoming a real MILF but the Mother part was a damper on our actions and kept us both pretty disciplined. For example, Kara had two Christmases, one where she got presents with the family including some jewelry, household items and a painting she had wanted, then there was the second present unwrapping later that night when the kids were asleep where Kara got a very generous collection of sexy lingerie, satin and sheer blouses, tight skirts and a few sex toys to add to her collection. 

A few years earlier the gifts would have either bored or upset Kara but I could tell she was actually excited. In the days after Christmas Kara tried everything on at night after the kids were in bed and I stripped everything off enjoying the excitement of revealing her body as I removed the sexy clothes then satisfied us both in bed. 

Kara had aged well. Her figure was actually a little better than when she was young, with shapely curves, full 34 C breasts, 36 inch hips, a 25 inch waist and toned legs. Her libido was unprecedented. Those stories of woman reaching their sexual peak when older certainly seemed to be the case for Kara. Flattering her in her sexy clothes and teasing her about how men would want her sharing my excitement in fantasizing about having her tease other men. Now all I needed was a safe discrete opportunity to see if the talk could be turned into teasing.

The first chance we had for Kara to wear any of her new Christmas cloths was in early February. With a child, busy jobs and community activities it is not easy to find time away. Kara and I were both anxious. Kara's parents were babysitting and we were spending the night in Orlando. The sexy lingerie was packed in the suitcase out of sight of thes. I had early dinner reservations then tickets to a comedy club then planned to spend some time in a lounge with Kara wearing a semi-sheer blouse, half cup bra, stockings, a thong, slit skirt and, hopefully a smile. It has been several months since Kara had dressed sexy in public and I was anxious to see how she would react. 

Kara was unwilling to wear just the shear blouse at dinner with the bright lighting in the crowded restaurant we had chosen. The waiter and I had to settle for some peeks of the sheer blouse and the cleavage it revealed but an unbuttoned sweater covered the balance of her breasts. The glossy stockings drew attention to Kara's legs, well displayed in the short skirt. The comedy club was quite an experience as the warm up act comic noticed Kara immediately and used us as the subject of a few jokes. Kara was the center of attention of everyone in the room. The comic approached us in the audience and asked Kara to come up on the stage to assist him. As the audience cheered she blushed and had virtually no choice but to go along. As she stood to the cheers of the crowd of about 50 people he took her sweater from her shoulders before she knew what was happening. He then proceeded to lead her to the stage. 

Everyone in the place knew she had a short skirt and a very sheer blouse and she blushed profusely as the comedian drew attention to her sexy outfit and labeled her the "hot momma dressed up in her eye candy naughty wife clothes." 

I was sure that everyone in the audience could see she was wearing a half cup bra and I'm sure the front row folks could see the bulge of her nipples against the fabric of her blouse.

The comic was unrelenting, teasing her about sneaking out with her boyfriend while her husband was home babysitting and changing into her sexy clothes in the local McDonald's bathroom. 

Kara was blushing as he questioned her, "Are those D cup boobs or C cup boobs pushed up with that push up bra?" "Stockings or pantyhose?" "Are you wearing a thong?" Where are you and the boyfriend going to do the dirty deed?" 

Kara was speechless as he continued and the audience laughed. She looked embarrassed but her head was up, shoulders back and bust out. She was on display in a very sexy outfit and she had a big smile. She looked delicious and she knew it. After the comic had finally exhausted his jokes Kara received a round of applause from the audience and a souvenir comedy club t-shirt that, of course, she was encouraged to wear in her next wet t-shirt contest. 

Kara cooled off and drowned her nervous embarrassment with some complimentary drinks and as soon as the main act was over she nixed the idea of going to a lounge and was anxious to get back to our room. Kara was hot. She made no secret of her desires and her sexy clothes were quickly shed revealing aroused nipples and damp pussy lips as testimony to her arousal. We were in the sack with me feasting on her pussy for her first two orgasms and then fucking my insatiable wife for the next two before we both collapsed for the night. 

Kara was increasingly aroused by being displayed or teasing in sexy clothes. It was time to see how far this might go. A few weeks later I called Tony. A mention of the hotel hot tub incident and he quickly remembered our meeting several months earlier. He reiterated his invitation to host us for a weekend and I shared with him my interest in testing how far Kara would go in exposing herself. I detailed some of our adventures since we had seen him and mentioned how Kara still gets excited when I remind her about our hot tub adventure. 

It was two weeks later that I heard back from Tony. He apologized for the delay and assured me he was very anxious to see us again - or rather see Kara again. We talked at length about my expectations and Kara's willingness. Tony understood we had both become very excited, almost obsessed with Kara exposing herself or teasing in sexy clothes. I described our nude beach trip but made it clear that no one had even touched Kara other than his friend Jake that night in the hot tub. 

Tony made no secret of his interest in doing more than just looking at Kara. Looking was fun but he said he found her very attractive and would like nothing more than to fuck the daylights out of her. Given we lived 90 minutes apart, it wasn't like he could spend a lot of time seducing her. 

Tony seemed skeptical that the opportunity, the mood, and the chemistry could play out like he wanted. He said he'd be in touch if he had any ideas.

Tony called two days later. He said he had an idea that could be a win-win. His company - he owned a chain of car dealerships - had an auto show the coming weekend and he could use some additional models to help draw attention to the cars. He explained that he paid an agency 1000 bucks to provide attractive women for two six-hour shifts on Friday and Saturday. The women wore skintight shiny dresses and told car show attendees about some of the car features. Kara was about 10 or 15 years older than the normal agency model but Tony thought that her beauty and sophisticated maturity would be attractive in his market area. He said it wasn't uncommon for the models to get asked to pose for pictures or occasionally get asked out. Tony hosted a reception after the show on Friday night and invited us over to his house on Saturday evening. He noted he hoped we'd be able to attend both events.

I told Tony I would check schedules and see if Kara might be interested. If we could arrange the babysitting and schedules, worst-case scenario was we'd have a weekend away from home and Kara would pocket some spending money by spending 12 hours in high heels, stockings and a tight dress helping showcase cars.

Thanks to thes things worked out. We drove south and checked into our room then I dropped off Kara at noon so she could get trained on the cars and fitted in her dress before the show opened at 3:00. I told her I'd stop by and see her in action in the evening. 

Kara texted me in the afternoon and said things were going fine. She teased me saying she'd been asked out by three different guys so far. She closed her text with a smiley face signature. I headed over to the show about six. I wore a jacket Kara wouldn't recognize and a baseball cap hoping that I could observe discreetly for a while to see how she interacted with the attendees. It was quite a show with large crowds so it wasn't hard to check things out from a distance. I spotted Kara from about 50 yards away. The royal blue shiny dress drew attention to her and the other women modeling for Tony's dealer chain. 

Kara looked great. Her hair was up and, as I later found out, her makeup had been professionally applied. She was wearing heels and the short dress and shiny hose displayed her shapely legs. While the other models were attractive, I felt Kara somehow filled out the dress better than the younger women. I wasn't alone either as she seemed to have a longer line of onlookers asking her questions about the cars; probably half of them with no real interest in the answers but only in getting the chance to visit with the model. 

As I watched Kara in action, I recognize just how much she now enjoyed being the center of attention - something she hadn't revealed or at least I hadn't really appreciated in all the years we'd been married. The short skirt and cleavage revealing neckline were right on the boundary, being sufficiently modest to wear in a public venue yet sufficiently revealing to attract plenty of male attention. Kara's ass in that dress was a sight to behold.

After the show closed at 9 PM a group of us headed across the street to a bar where Tony had rented the back room and had food and drinks available. After a day on their feet the folks working the show appreciated the food and beverage. The crowd was mixed, young models in tight dresses, some young men who took care of the cars, and a few friends and associates of Tony in the business. 

After about 90 minutes the crowd thinned out noticeably. Soon there only four of us left in the room, Tony, myself and Kara, and a friend of Tony's from the business. Tony and Kara took turns telling stories, Tony about some of the characters he had sold cars to and Kara funny stories about different guys hitting on her and the other women at the car show. Tony and Kara sat on a bench on one side of the table with John and me on the other side as we polished off the last pitcher of beer. 

At one point Kara mentioned it was time to get out of the tight dress and get some rest. A few moments later I could hear the sound of the zipper on the back of her dress being lowered and saw the fabric of the neckline loosen. 

Both Tony and Kara smiled slightly acknowledging what happened. Kara looked at me and I nodded in acknowledgement. John, Tony's friend, pretended to not know what was going on. Then Tony's hand comes over Kara's shoulder and slides into her cleavage his fingers moving under the dress fabric. The hand settles on Kara's left breast but does not stay still. I can see the fingers moving. I know Kara's nipple is being fondled and the fullness and heft of her breast is being assessed. It is not clear if the hand is inside her bra cup or if the delicate fabric still separates his flesh from hers. 

Kara's face reveals the fondling is having an effect. Tony acts as if nothing unusual was going on, continuing to tell stories with his arm around my wife's shoulder and his hand inside her dress. Kara looked a little oblivious and glassy eyed, probably a combination of being tired from the day on her feet, having finished off several beers, and the excitement of having been an object of male attention all day culminating in a man other than her husband having his hand fondling her breasts.

After several minutes with no pushback from either myself or Kara, Tony's hand pulled up then slid back down. Now I'm sure he is inside her bra enjoying the soft warm flesh of Kara's breast. Tony continues talking the whole time as if nothing were happening. The moving fabric indicates he is tweaking her nipple between his fingers. Kara's eyes are mostly closed and she is making occasional soft noises in response. 

Watching another man enjoy Kara is the sexiest thing and I instantly get a hard on. John watches intently while pretending he is not paying attention. Tony pulled Kara a little closer and shifted his hand to her other breast. Tony finally acknowledged his actions with the comment, "These are as nice as I imagined." 

The wait staff entered the room and Tony quickly retrieved his hand from the front of Kara's dress. He turned to Kara and said, "We'll finish this at my place tomorrow after the show."

As he leaned over to me he whispered, "Keep her horny for tomorrow."

Kara was turned on and anxious to get to our room after we left the bar. She said, "I think Tony was jealous of his friend Jake that night in the hot tub and wanted to make up for the fact that he didn't get to rub my boobs."

I turned to Kara with a smile and chuckle and said, "Tony isn't just interested in grabbing your boobs, he has every desire to get in your panties and enjoy your body. We are invited to his place after the auto show ends tomorrow. He has been teased and now he had a small taste and I think he wants more. I saw him staring at your ass in the blue dress several times today and he couldn't take his eyes off your cleavage during the reception. He wants you and you'll have to decide how far you want this to go."

Kara looked somewhat surprised. "And what do you want? She said.

I paused for a moment then answered her. "The only regret I've had since I first sabotaged your bikini tops last year was that I hadn't acted on that fantasy years ago. Our sex life has improved immensely and I've taken great pleasure in seeing you enjoy your sexuality. I was hard as a rock and leaking precum watching Tony fondling your breasts. It's a little scary but my heart was beating 100 miles an hour and it's an exciting memory I will have forever."

I took Kara's hand in mine and said, "The auto show ends at five tomorrow, we're invited to Tony's house at 7:30. After a good night's sleep and in the sober light of day we can decide whether or not to go to Tony's."

I hadn't explicitly told Kara that Tony had asked me to keep her horny. She was sufficiently exhausted that a hot shower and a few tender kisses were all it took to put her to sleep in spite of her aroused state.

Kara squeezed back into the tight blue dress for her second day as an auto show model. I dropped her off at 11am for makeup and hair styling before her six-hour shift. I picked up a newspaper and a sandwich for lunch in our room. I was going to keep myself busy with some local sightseeing then arrive at the show close to closing time to bring Kara back to the room. But before I left I went to Kara's suitcase and looked through the lingerie and outfits I had packed trying to decide on what to lay out for Kara for the dinner invitation that evening. I decided on a white leather fitted skirt, mid-thigh length with a slit - one I had recently purchased and not yet shown to Kara. Very classy looking yet it should hug her ass delightfully and the slit would be enticing when she sat down. Something about tight leather was particularly sexy. A white, shiny, semi sheer blouse was a nice compliment and would allow the observant admirer a glimpse of the soft pink bra I had selected. The very feminine, pink, semi-sheer lingerie with satin trim and modesty panels included a push-up bra, Brazilian cut bikini panties and a garter belt. Shiny natural colored stockings completed the ensemble. With the outfit laid out on the bed it would be obvious to Kara that I was interested in us going to Tony's.

Kara had slipped off her wedding rings just to see what effect it had at the car show and when I picked her up she was quick to tell me how many guys hit on her that afternoon. She was equally excited that she had heard two different dealers had customers she had referred come to their showrooms to buy vehicles. Kara was on something of a high from the impact she was having. 




Wardrobe Malfunction Pt. 03



When we got to our room and Kara saw the clothing laid out she smiled and said, "I guess you want to go to Tony's and you obviously want me to look sexy."

I just smiled to acknowledge my concurrence. 

Two hours later we were standing at the front door of Tony's waterfront home. Tony was delighted that we had decided to come and welcomed us graciously. He was struck by Kara's look and heaped compliment on her and her outfit. John, his partner we had met yesterday was also there and similarly appreciative that we had decided to come. We were given the house tour then shown the backyard and water views and given a quick tour of Tony's boat. He had done well in the car business. 

The hallway walls were covered with photos including his first wife, lost to cancer ten years earlier and a second "rebound wife" he said was lost to gold digger's fever five years ago. Tony was 56. 

Tony fixed us up with drinks and appetizers were served by a young man, Jason, who was introduced as a chef at a local restaurant. As he later related, the young man from the nearby community had washed cars for Tony years ago and Tony had supported him through culinary school and he now occasionally did favors for Tony by helping him entertain. 

Another guest arrived and smiled at Kara and said, "Do you remember me?" 

Kara blushed slightly and responded quickly, "Of course, I believe we met in a hot tub several months ago. Jake - with wandering hands, as I recall." 

He jousted back, "Yes, and you are Kara with the beautiful and talented ass and delightful hand warmers. And you are looking even more gorgeous this evening."

After a second cocktail Jason called us to the dining area for our dinner. Grouper filets, salad, mixed grilled vegetables, and a chocolate mousse for desert. As we were getting seated Kara whispered to me, "I'm the only woman here."

"Imagine that." I responded. 

As we began our meal there was a beautiful chime sound coming from the adjacent room. Kara asked what the chime was and Tony responded that it was a family grandfather clock that chimed every quarter hour. 

He continued, "The tradition is that every time the clock chimes after 9:00pm on Saturday nights, all the women in the house need to remove one article of clothing or kiss the men in the room. The next chime will be after 9 Tony reported with a grin. 

Kara chuckled and of course accused Tony of making up the story. Of course Jake and John assured Kara that was the case and added to the story by explaining that was why Tony seldom entertained late on Saturday night as the rules resulted in most of his dates going home by 11. 

With cocktails and a glass of wine under the belt everyone was laughing openly and joining in on the storytelling. Tony continued in an ominous voice, "Failure to comply leads to 6 weeks of bad luck." 

Even Jason got in on the storytelling by reporting that he particularly liked helping out on Saturday nights and that in the kitchen there was a whole drawer of unclaimed women's clothes and lingerie from prior parties. The sexual tone had Kara blushing while she accused all the men of bullshitting. 

The joking and eating continued for a few minutes longer then was interrupted as the clocked chimed. Everyone stared at Kara who ignored the stares. Tony cautioned her about tempting the curse of bad luck in the most serious tone he could muster. 

Kara finally relented and turned to me and pecked me on the cheek. John spoke up, "The legend says you need to kiss all the men in the room." 

Kara shrugged her shoulders and stood to walk around the table. She got away with a peck on the cheek with Jake but both Tony and John were ready and landed full kisses on the lips. 

At 9:30 Kara repeated her rounds but got full kisses from each of the men and myself. At 9:45 Tony embraced her and got a very passionate kiss in response. Jake and John followed suit. Kara protested each round as being ridiculous stunts of juvenile men but nonetheless complied. At 10:00 Tony's hands were enjoying Kara's ass with both hands grabbing the white leather skirt. 

A little after 10:00 we moved to the living area with large windows overlooking the waterfront and Jason brought in our chocolate mousse for desert. The 10:15 chime started the next round with increasingly passionate kissing and hugging. It took Kara over five minutes to make her rounds before she went to sit down. Tony commented, "I hope you're not prejudice." 

Everyone took a moment to realize that Jason was still in the room. Jason was about 6'4" tall, muscular and a very dark skinned Black man. Kara, recognizing Tony's intention, stood and approached Jason. 

She met him with a very passionate full mouth kiss, extra-long just to make sure no one thought she was prejudice. Jason responded as you would expect any young man who was being kissed by a beautiful woman to respond. When Kara was done he had a big smile on his face and clear signs of an aroused cock in his slacks. 

At 10:30 as Kara stood to complete her rounds in response to the chimes. Tony handed her two very full wine glasses, one in each hand. As she stood holding the glasses, John approached her from behind and deftly unhooked and unzipped her skirt. Kara stood helpless as she couldn't move quickly and there was nowhere to set down the glasses without spilling. 

Needless to say no one came to her aid as John knelt and pulled her skirt down over her hips. Kara's protest of cheating fell on deaf ears as we all watched anxiously as Kara's pink panties and garter belt were revealed. Only when the skirt was laying bunched on the floor did Tony relieve her of the wine glasses so she could step out of the skirt. Kara seemed more embarrassed by being tricked than by losing her skirt. She promptly reclaimed one of the glasses of wine taking a large swallow and returning to her place on the couch. 

At 10:45 all four of us were taking turns kissing Kara while fondling her pink panty covered ass and by 11:00 men's hands were sliding under her blouse. Kara was fully engaged, enjoying the kissing and fondling with appreciative moans as the men took turns making out with her. 

By 11:15 there was no pretense of taking turns or waiting for the chimes as Kara was surrounded by Tony, John and Jason as Jake and I watched. Kara's blouse was removed and her neck and cleavage smothered with kisses. Jason had kneeled behind her and slipped his lands in her panties to knead her ass cheeks. Tony had his hand in her bra while Jake fumbled with the hooks trying to remove it. Kara purred as the men tenderly feasted on her various erogenous zones as they were uncovered. 

 

As Jake and I watched Kara being ravished Jake was removing his own clothes. With Kara now topless and offering no protest, Jason began sliding her panties down. Kara's bare ass framed by her garter straps and stockings was revealed briefly before Jason buried his face in her ass cheeks. Her pussy, highlighted by a small landing strip of pubic hair was exposed to the attentive eyes of her male admirers. Kara was well beyond exhibitionism. 

Jake tapped Tony on the shoulder as if he was commandeering his dance partner and interceded replacing him in kissing Kara but also pressing his 6" cock against her stomach. John, myself and Tony were all removing our clothes as Jason and Jake explored Kara's body. Kara gasped signaling that Jason's hand, now exploring Kara's pussy had found a sensitive area. 

Tony and John joined Jason and Jake and all four of them were enjoying Kara. Jason had at least two fingers in her pussy making her squirm as he probed. Tony seemed to be seeing how much of Kara's tit he could fit in his mouth while John pawed the other breast and sucked on Kara's neck. Jake copped feels wherever he could as he worked around the other men. Kara panted to her first orgasm as eight hands and four mouths feasted on her. Her legs collapsed and she was held upright by the men as they were further motivated by ther success in getting her so aroused.

As the clock chimed midnight Tony said it was time to move to the bedroom. Jason swept Kara up as if he was carrying his bride over the threshold of their honeymoon suite. His strong body delicately carried her naked shape adorned only with stockings and a pink garter belt. What appeared to be an entourage totaling 30 inches of hard cocks accompanied her to the bedroom. Jason placed her in the middle of the king sized bed with her head near the edge. Tony quickly took a position between her legs and had his face burrowing in her pussy in minutes. 

Kara's breasts pointed skyward with her nipples aroused and a sheen of perspiration on her hot body. Jake quickly found a place beside Kara and latched on to one of her breasts teasing the nipple with his lips, tongue and teeth. Jason was now on the other side of her placing her hand on his engorged cock. Kara looked at me with a somewhat helpless vacuous smile indicating she was completely captive to the assault on her senses that the men were administering. By now, Kara was in a state of sexual arousal like she had never known before.

John also looked at me briefly as if seeking permission before standing by Kara's head and placing the tip of his cock on Kara's lips. Kara's rapture had progressed from kissing and fondling in the living room to the next obvious level as the men had every intention of pleasuring themselves and Kara with their cocks. 

Kara's lips parted and John pushed the head of his cock into Kara's warm mouth. Her hand were steering Tony's head as he worked her into a quivering mass of female flesh by pleasuring her clit with his tongue and teeth. Kara's hips bucked involuntarily as he continued his assault. As I watched the men's smoothly coordinated efforts I wondered if Kara was the first woman to be tag teamed by Tony's friends. Perhaps there was some truth to the story of the clock chiming and a drawer of women's discarded clothing in the kitchen?

As Kara calmed after a second orgasmic tremor Tony climbed up between her legs and slipped his 6 inches of hard cock deep in her pussy with a single thrust. Kara gasped but then quickly wrapped her stocking clad legs, around Tony and pulled him in tighter. 

For the next ten minutes Tony fucked Kara silly. Each time he paused momentarily John pushed his cock deeper in Kara's mouth. Both men erupted nearly in unison, Tony first grunting his release while John's cock pulsed in Kara's mouth signaling that Kara was getting a mouth full of cum.

One could hear the chime of the clock which now seemed to signal a rotation among the men. Jason moved between Kara's legs and slid his rock hard cock into her cum lubricated pussy. His black tool sunk in seven inches before he used his impressive strength to role on the bed with Jason ending up on his back and Kara sitting atop him coupled by their respective sex organs. 

Everyone watched as Jason's hands pawed Kara's breasts and his hips thrust his cock into her. Kara rode the bucking stallion gasping with each thrust of his cock. She was completely absorbed in the experience oblivious to her audience until she finally reached toward me and grabbed my cock. 

Kara pumped my well primed cock in time with Jason's thrusting. Jason's large black hands shifted from her breasts to her hips to her ass cheeks as his young body gave Kara an amazing ride. 

I could not hold back any longer and erupted with my cum spraying Kara's chest. Several ropes of cum decorated her chest and Jason showed no reluctance to use that cum as lubricant to massage Kara's breasts. That pushed Jason over the top. He panted as he thrust aggressively and pumped his cum deep in Kara's pussy. 

As Jason decoupled, Kara was quickly repositioned on all fours and Jake fondled her ass briefly before sinking his cock into the now well fucked pussy from behind and slamming into her. 

Jake slammed his groin against Kara's ass cheeks as he drove his cock into her as deep as possible. Her hanging breasts swayed to the rhythm of his thrusts. Jake reached around her hips and fingered Kara's clit as he continued fucking her. 

Kara spoke real words for the first time in several minutes chanting "Oh fuck, oh fuck." several times before collapsing in orgasm.

As soon as Kara's gasping for breath ended Tony repositioned her limp and motionless body at the side of the bed and fed his now reengorged cock into her mouth. Kara felt it push into her mouth. Tony, aroused from the scene he had witnessed, was jerking his hips slowly back and forth, feeling his long cock slip in and out of her soft lips, fucking her mouth. He held her head in his hands, and stared down at her as he fucked Kara's mouth. Tony had three or four inches of his cock thrusting in Kara's mouth when she reached out and fondled his balls. That brought Tony to orgasm as his body twitched and he pumped his second load of several streams of cock juice in Kara's throat. 

With five men to satisfy, Kara had no time to rest. John positioned Kara's limp body in the missionary position and mounted her. He pushed his cock in her cum loaded pussy and began the instinctual thrusting. Kara's breasts danced on her chest and she met each thrust with a grunt. After a while John reached under Kara and hoisted her lower body off the bed and tight against his groin. Kara arched her back and turned her head and moaned out loud as he push his long cock deeper into her cunt. 

"Ohhhhh, yesssss! Fuck me, yessssss!" she moaned.

And John did, increasing his pace till he pumped a third load into Kara's willing cunt. 

Everyone rested several minutes and I brought Kara a water and some towels. John kissed Kara on the forehead and said he was spent for the night and had to go, telling Kara, "I only hope you enjoyed this at least half as much as I did." 

Jason wasn't spent and he rolled next to Kara so he could suckle her breast while she laid resting. I was a little surprised as Kara's body still responded to stimulation and her nipples were soon rock hard again. Jason found Kara's neck and lips equally responsive and he soon had her responding like a school girl making out in the back seat of a parked car. He found out how ticklish she was and enjoyed making her giggle as his fingers and tongue went to work on her sensitive areas. Their playful romp ended with Kara sitting on Jason's lap. Gradually, his whole cock sank into her, and she began to rock back and forth on his lap, feeling her pussy as she was impaled on his cock. Jason continued to play with her breasts. She moved her body up and down on his penis, enjoying the lovely sensation of getting fucked. With his cock balls deep in her cunt, he hugged her breasts against his chest and kissed her passionately oblivious to the three loads of cum that had been deposited in her mouth earlier in the evening. 

Jason rocked Kara slowly as he held her in his lap. One hand slid down her back over her ass. Kara squirmed as his fingers found her anal rosebud. Realizing he found a new erogenous zone, Jason pressed his advantage and soon had Kara mumbling incoherently about hard cocks, and being fucked. It didn't take long before they both climaxed and collapsed in a heap on the bed. 

Jake had been watching intently, cock in hand, and stepped toward the bed. He then stroked a load of cum on Kara's breasts. Kara smiled, touched her finger to one of the puddles of cum on her breast then said, "I think we're spent for tonight."

Jake and Jason slowly regained their strength and moved from the bed. Tony told me to spend the night with Kara in his bedroom and he would stay in his guest room. 

The next morning we slept in till 10. My head was dizzy with visions of our evening's unbelievable orgy interspersed with questions about the future. I helped Kara shower up with borrowed toiletries and dress to return to our hoyel for checkout and the trip home. 

Kara slipped on her pink panties, white leather skirt and sheer blouse. Her stocking and garter belt were tucked in her purse and she scurried around the house looking for her bra. Tony confessed that he had let Jason keep her pink bra as a souvenir. 

As we stood in the front entryway Tony thanked us for the evening and expressed his appreciation of my willingness to share Kara and her willingness to bring the men so much pleasure. That clock chimed one final time and he smiled as he kissed her goodbye. As we walked to our car he mentioned he might need a model again and he knew who to call. 

Kara was anxious about walking through the hotel lobby braless in the sheer blouse. I laughed about her renewed modesty and reminded her she entertained five men in the nude all night. 

Kara dressed in normal clothes for the ride home and put her wedding rings back on that she had removed for the car show. When she packed she noticed a folder of papers in the suitcase and asked what they were. I told her to look. 

"Lab test results?" Kara questioned. 

I responded, "You didn't think I would let anyone that might not be safe fuck you did you?

"I knew you wanted last night to happen, I just didn't know you planned it." She responded. "I woke up in the middle of the night worried, I guess I don't need to feel guilty about letting it go too far then."

We headed home anxious to see our daughter and relax. She had her $1000 check for modeling at the car show in her purse that would go in the college fund. 

As we neared home Kara turned to me and said, "I hope you enjoyed that, I certainly never expected to get fucked by more men in one night than I have slept with in my prior 37 years. You know it all started because of the wardrobe malfunction you arranged." 

I turned to Kara and smiled, "Did I tell you I bought you an identical leather skirt in red."



Wardrobes Full of Memories



She looked round at her untidy room, at all the clothes strewn everywhere, all three of her wardrobes where now open and she had decided today was the day for a clear out. She sighed as she placed all her sensible clothes back into one of the wardrobes, she knew she would always need them. There would always be job interviews and times when looking sensible was required. She hated sensible though. She hated the blouses her mother had told her to buy, the black trousers Cosmo had said would definitely get her the job and the smart but expensive jumper that her best friend Lena had told her to buy that time they drank too much wine together. She didn't feel comfortable even looking at them, looking at them made her feel sick.

Her eyes were drawn to her little black dress, the same little black dress that was still stained with the night she got Jamie from the pub. What a time he had given her in the back seat of his Ford Mondeo, steaming the windows with his vile tongue and raw aggression. She felt like she had been fucked by a freight train that night as he ravaged her in the back seat.

He had spent a full five minutes informing her of every action he would perform on her. He whispered how he would rub her pussy, until became so wet she would moan from discomfort before he inserted fingers building her desire more and more to almost animalistic levels.

He swapped ears when he told her how he was about to bite down her neck to her breasts where he would linger on her nipples until they were raw. He returned to her face, licking her ear before telling her he was about to go down on her, he said he wouldn't stop even if she asked and he held her wrists tightly has he removed her knickers and forced his tongue inside her. She squealed with pleasure and surprise at the size and skill of his tongue, her pussy now agape and foaming with expectant delight.

Back in her bedroom she took the dress in her hands and held it tightly to her face, she inhaled deeply trying to catch the last lingering odour of him. Even as faint as it was it still made her excited and she drifted back into her memories.

How he thrust deeply as she straddled him, his huge member merciless on her snatch. His hands, as if they were suddenly ten pairs, pinched and tickling every part of her body, stopping only when she let loose as huge moan of pleasure as she came.

Her head cleared as she put the dress back in her wardrobe, that wasn't going anywhere.

Next she came to the bridesmaids dress she had worn at Lena's wedding, sealed in clear plastic this was never in danger. She remembered the elegance of the ceremony, the beauty of the bride and the huge cock of Lena's brother who she has sucked dry in the evening. She had wanted to change the dress for the party but Lena wouldn't let her. Lena had said she looked amazing in it and so did Lena's brother - as he tried to stay his moans of pleasure in the empty hotel room.

She remembered how enormous his cock was and how much she wanted it inside her, she was foaming in her satin knickers for it. She wanted to beg him to ram her, she wanted him to destroy her that night, every time she was about to ask, the engorged lance would grow, as would her excitement. She wanted him at his peak, the biggest he could possibly be, so she kept pushing it. She sucked so hard her jaw began to ache, she would hold his huge, full balls in her empty hand and massage them, she was sure he was ready now.

Moving her head back, she looked up at him. "I want you to fu..." was all she could manage before a tiny blob of cum landed on her lip. "Fuck" she thought, he is cumming, and quickly dropping her head down she was ready for the torrent that was about to erupt. She may not have this monster inside her, but she would have his cum all over her face. The drip was followed by a grape sized blob, then another, then a moan. And that was all. The monster between his legs had let her down, to the point she wanted to slap him and shout at him. Instead she told him how much she had enjoyed him and asked if they could meet up later on. She remembered how eager he was to meet, and how she had gone out of her way to avoid him.

She laughed as she put it back in her wardrobe and made a mental note of how she was going to bring that up next time she saw him.

She giggled to herself as she threw clothes she didn't care about, clothes that held no memories into a bin bag. A t shirt she had bought not so many years ago with "humorous" statement "People say I am crazy but the voices in my head say I am not" on particularly made her cringe. Good riddance.

She threw an assortment of leggings onto the bed, every colour and style imaginable, these were all going. Bundling them up she threw them into the bag in one sweep before glancing down and diving in to retrieve a particular pair. They were black, shiny and very very old and she exhaled a sigh of relief. She thought she had lost these and in turn, her link to one of her most invigorating sexual awakenings.

She was at Lena's eighteenth and she was hammered, red wine and cider had rendered her an absolute mess. A friend, Carly had said she would take her home, but instead had ended up kissing her on Lena's mum and dad's bed. She wasn't gay, never thought about girls that way, but that didn't stop her from trying to ram her tongue so far down Carly's throat that she could steal her last drink. For that stolen hour, she was an out and out lesbian. 

She moaned as Carly sucked her nipples and responded in kind, removing Carly's t shirt to reveal enormous, perfectly round breasts that she licked and sucked as she rubbed her pussy through her knickers. Carly's hands were all over her shiny black leggings before venturing into them and, after expertly moving her underwear to the side, slid in three fingers, causing her to squeal with pleasure.

She kissed her harder as Carly went to work on her clitoris, each motion causing an uncontrollable spasm and squeaks of delight. This was better than any cock in the world she thought as she came over and over again. She lowered the leggings and forced Carly's head in between her legs and an all new feeling of sexual pleasure came over her. She thought men where good with their tongues but this was something new. Carly knew what she was doing, what the most sensitive areas where and she showed her time and again just where they were. She came and thundered fluid all over Carly's face, Carly didn't stop as she looked up at her smiling through her motions.

The shuddered with recalled pleasure as she placed the leggings carefully back into the wardrobe and sat on her bed. She looked round her, at the mass of memories around her. She didn't see clothes anymore, she saw orgasms, cocks, tits, pussies, stallions, minnows, sluts and out and out whores.

Slowly her hands became clammy and sweat began to emanate from her pores. Suddenly the moment grabs her and she feverishly unbuttons her jeans and begins to masturbate. Memories of forgotten sexual encounters echo through her head, the time she was fucked on the bonnet of her first boyfriends car, or she had sucked his cock in his living room, when his parents were playing Gin Rummy in the dining room. Or the time she had wanked an ex boyfriends uncle off to pay him back for cheating on her and the time she fucked her boss at the Christmas Party, she remembered the amount of cum he put in her as she brought herself to climax.

She lie on her bed, her fingers sticky and her pussy wet and realised just how much she enjoyed her sex and smiled to herself, happy at that.