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Loosening the Bonds Ch. 01

By: SighWriter



Chapter One

"So, how would you like to fuck my husband?"

Tammy's fork paused half way to her mouth, and her eyes sparkled. "This is the wrong time of year for an April Fool's joke," she said with a giggle, then finished forking the bite of salad into her mouth.

I smiled and tried to sound more casual than I felt. "The more fool me," I said lightly, "but I'm not joking. Ken's birthday is coming up Saturday, and I want to give him something really special this year." Casual, hell; I was as edgy with excitement as a schoolgirl on her first date! Tammy slowly put her fork down on her plate and looked at me quizzically. "You're not kidding, are you," she said wonderingly.

I shook my head and smiled again. Tammy is my best friend in the whole world; we go way back to dolls and sandboxes together. It didn't take much body language for us to really communicate, and on that unspoken level, Tammy had quickly caught on: I was not only serious, I was hot about the prospect!

Tammy sat back and glanced around the restaurant. We were in an isolated corner of the cafeteria where we met every Thursday for lunch; the place was moderately busy, and it didn't look like anyone was likely to either overhear or interrupt us. Turning back to me with a sexily bemused look on her face, she folded her hands in her lap and said, in her low and husky voice, "Okay, Kathi Collins, you have my undivided attention. What do you have on your mind?"

I put down my own fork and gave up any pretense of being casual. Tammy could read me like a book, anyway. "Really, it's what I said. Ken's birthday is Saturday. I've been asking him for weeks what he wants for his birthday - it's The Big Three Oh, remember - and for a long time all he'd say was, 'Oh, nothing,' or 'You don't have to make a big fuss,' or something like that." I paused and bit my lip for a moment, a nervous habit I have when I'm really excited. "But then the other day when I asked him he got this really funny look on his face, like he was going to ask for the moon, or a million dollars, or something crazy like that, and he said, 'Oh, how about a really sexy blonde?' And he gave me that really big smile of his that says, I know I can't have it, but wow I'd really like it!"

Tammy's eyes were really glowing now. She'd known Ken as long as I had, in fact we all met on the same day six years earlier, and we had briefly competed for his attention. After a while, though, she'd told me that while she really liked Ken, in fact was really turned on by him, she didn't love him and could see that I did...and that he loved me. I hadn't noticed that I was in love with him until she mentioned it, but I did notice it in a big way after that, and Ken and I were married about six months later. And here, after five years of marriage, I was offering her a piece of the man I love....

Suddenly a look of concern crossed her face. "You two aren't having any problems, are you? I mean, you're not - well—"

I laughed out loud at that one. "Tammy, if our sex life was any better, we wouldn't get any sleep at all," I said. "In fact...." I trailed off.

Tammy caught the note in my voice and jumped in again to urge me on. "In fact what?" I smiled. What I was about to tell her no one knew but Ken, and me but I'd been bursting to tell someone for weeks!

"You might not believe this of your shy, retiring childhood friend," I began, "but with Ken's encouragement I've become quite an exhibitionist! In fact, when the mood and the company have been right a few times, Ken and I have even had some three-way sex, and even more than that, Ken just loves to sit back, or hide just out of sight, and watch me and another guy do just about anything, and everything!"

Tammy's face was positively aglow, with an edge of wonder mixed in. "Wow!" she breathed. "You? I mean, I knew you were always shy around guys, but guys plural—"

I nodded. "I tell you, girl, you haven't been turned on until you've had multiple cocks at your beck and call at the same time!"

Tammy was almost bouncing in her seat. "Ooooh, I have got to hear more!" She glanced at her watch. "I've got the time if you do. But not here, let's walk over to the park. It's such a beautiful day, I want to hear all about this in the sunshine!"

She started to stand up, but I touched her hand. "The park sounds like a great idea," I said, "but what about Saturday?" I smiled and added, "After all, you're not only my oldest and dearest friend, but you're the most gorgeous blonde I know - and we wear the same size clothes, so I know I can 'gift wrap' you just right."

Tammy cocked her head at me for a moment and pursed her lips. "Why not?" she said at last. "I never could resist your dares. Or your flattery!"

Both of us were surprisingly quiet as we walked through the sunshine toward the park, but I'm sure Tammy could feel the electricity between us as much as I could. We had always shared everything as young girls. We were almost identical in size and proportion; in fact, throughout school we'd been known as 'the salt and pepper twins'. As we walked past a large store display window, I glanced at our reflections, and the description was still true. If it weren't for the fact that Tammy had long, shiny golden hair and a perpetually perfect tan, while my peaches-and-cream complexion was framed by equally long, but auburn brown hair, we could have been mistaken for twins. Both of us are five-foot-five, with nice, firm 36C tits that we don't like to confine in more than a sheer blouse or shirt. Even our facial features are similar, and I know Tammy's face is a cute little number, so mine must be damn pretty as well!

Finally, we got to the park and found a bench in a corner that didn't get much traffic. As we sat, Tammy grabbed my hand and looked in my eyes.

"I tell you, Kathi, just thinking on the way over here about what you said has given me a case of the hots!"

I smiled at her, a bit seductively, I must admit. "If that's the case," I purred, "you're going to be positively creaming when you hear the details...."

Loosening the Bonds Ch. 02



Ken knew since before we were married that I was kind of uneasy about the way I look. Oh, I knew Ken thought I was pretty, but it's a long way from pretty to sexy, and even farther to pretty sexy, and I never thought I'd even get to be pretty sexy, let alone being the hot number Ken kept reassuring me I could be!

But Ken kept working on me. At first, it was showing me ads for really sexy clothes in the women's magazines. I'd always dressed sort of on the plain side; my favorite outfit was a pair of faded jeans and a loose flannel shirt, or a T-shirt. But Ken showed me slinky dresses and short skirts and blouses that ranged from tight to sheer to almost nothing at all.

"Oh, come on Ken, I could never get away with wearing something like that!"

He put his arm around me and pulled me close. "You better believe you could," he murmured in my ear. "My Kathi is so beautiful, and has so much to show off to the world, that it gets me excited just thinking about the other guys seeing what you have to offer!"

I turned and looked at him. "You like the idea of other men seeing me?" I asked.

He smiled, and there was a hungry gleam in his eyes. "The more they see, the better," he said. "You have so much to offer! And to see them look at you, devour you, and to know that you're mine, and I can have you whenever I want you...." I could feel him shiver. "Damn right that's exciting!"

He pulled my face to his and kissed me. My lips parted under his and his tongue moved into my mouth, starting to dance with my tongue. I could feel him breathing faster, and then one hand stole up and under my shirt to caress me left breast. I melted at his touch; Ken found out early that my tits have a direct hotline to my cunt, and that playing with my breasts is a damn quick way to get me hot and juicy!

True to form, I felt my legs parting as if of their own free will. I could feel the first tingling feelings in my pussy; it wouldn't be long before I'd feel the juices start to flow and have to scratch my itch with the probe of his long, hard male shaft. Almost in self-defense my left hand drifted over to gently work at the zipper of his pants. As I did, I could feel his cock starting to rise to the occasion, even through the fabric.

As his zipper started to come down, he slowly pulled his hand from under my shirt and started undoing the shirt's buttons. At the same time he tenderly disengaged his lips from mine, and began kissing his way down my cheek, down my neck, onto my shoulder.... His target was clear; one nice thing about soft, loose flannel shirts is they unbutton easily, and get quickly out of the way so my tits are readily available to kissing, sucking lips and teasing tongues! Kissing and licking, kissing and licking, he worked his way down my chest, ever so slowly nearing my breast, teasing my nipple once again with his hand as he drew ever closer....

My own hand had worked his zipper down, and I reached in and probed around for the steel bar I knew was in there. My fingers immediately encountered pubic hair and skin. Fleetingly I was surprised -- Ken always wore underpants, as far as I knew -- but then I realized what a turn on it was that there was nothing between me and him but a six-inch zipper! The though sent a shiver down my spine and turned the heat up another notch in my already steamy pussy. The thought crossed my foggy brain that maybe that was the same kind of feeling he'd just been describing about other men seeing my body - but then I banished the thought to concentrate on the pleasures at hand.

Even as his lips encircled my nipple, and he ran a teasing tongue around it, sending tingles shooting the length of my body, my hand found what it was looking for and I wrapped my fingers gently around his still hardening cock. Underwear or no, it felt cramped inside his pants, so I gently eased it out through the zipper hole and stroked it ever so softly. Ken started to moan as he sucked my tit, and his hips rocked gently, slightly with the movement of my hand. I let go of him for a moment, just long enough to unsnap the top of his pants and widen the entry way, then went back to work on making his cock hard enough to shove deep into the core of my lust.

And that core wanted some attention itself at that moment, so I let my other hand move over and unhitch my own pants. Unzipped and unsnapped, I shoved them open and down as best I could then reached in, only to be stymied by my own panties.

Damn, I thought to myself, Ken has the right idea, next time I'll leave those off....

I tried rubbing my cunny through the panties, but it was no use, there just wasn't enough room for good contact, between the panties and the pants. Frustrated, I squirmed for a moment, then decided, the heck with it, there's got to be something else better than this....

Then I remembered what I had in my left hand, and the choice became obvious.

I gently pushed on Ken's forehead with my free hand, disengaging him from my breast, and then kept pushing, saying with a husk, "Lie back, lover, and hold on." I didn't have to ask twice; Ken's eyes almost glazed at just the thought of what he knew was coming next. As he took his arm from around my shoulder moved to lie back on the couch, I quickly grabbed his open pants and pulled them down his legs to reveal all of his most erogenous zone. The prize was mine; I bent over, slowly letting my long hair drag along his thighs, teasing him, tickling him. Then I was head to head with the object of my desire.

At that time, I had no direct frame of reference except biology textbook pictures; but I knew that the shaft I faced was plenty big enough for me. I grabbed it gently, and slowly, tenderly, licked it a few times, like an ice cream cone starting to drip. It jerked in response, and I saw the first, tentative drop of clear fluid forming at its tiny lips - dripping for me, like I've been dripping for him, I thought. I flicked out my tongue and grabbed that eager drop, pulling it into my mouth to savor, while I looked up along Ken's body to his face. There was an angelic look there, a look of love and joy so overwhelming I just couldn't wait any longer.

I moved my lips over the top of his cock and, slowly, let them start with a kiss; then I began to suck my way down his shaft, like sucking in a strand of spaghetti, slowly, inexorably drawing it all in, moving my mouth down, down, down until his head bumped against the back of my mouth; then, even more slowly, I readjusted, and swallowed him even farther, easing him down my throat until my nose and lips felt the tickle of his pubic hair and I heard him groan in ecstasy.

I hovered there a few moments, moving my tongue against the underside of his cock, reaching up to slowly rub his balls with my hand, showing him how much I loved him, showing him I knew how much he loved my sucking caress. Then, just before I ran out of air, I slowly pulled back, easing his cock back out of my mouth, all the way back to the head - but not all the way, I didn't want to let go of him completely. Then I sucked him back in again, but not all the way -- I couldn't do that more than once! -- but just until my mouth was full. Then I began in earnest to go up and down on him, working my tongue around and making him squirm in less than a moment. He moaned again, and put his hands on both sides of my head, stroking my hair, and groaning, "Kathi, oh, Kathi..."

I knew he was close, knew that in a moment he would explode and fill my mouth with his delicious, warm cum, and I wanted that, oh how I wanted that - but my cunt had other ideas. I had been hot and dripping to begin with, and sucking Ken's hard cock always drove me right to the edge, set my pussy absolutely on fire, and suddenly I knew I just had to satisfy that itch. I wanted him in my mouth - but I had to have him in my cunt. Now, Reluctantly, I drew back one last time, and then released him with my lips looking up at his face again to see the love and the lust reflected there, growing even warmer all over from it.

I stood up and quickly pulled my pants and panties down my legs and off. Ken, sensing what I was up to, quickly reached down and pushed his own pants all the way over his ass. I reached out and started to pull them the rest of the way off, but then thought, no, let's leave him trapped a little bit, see how he likes it. Smiling at him, a sexy, seductive smile, I moved up, and eased my left leg over him to straddle him as he lay there on the couch. He reached up with both hands to fondle my tits through the open front of my shirt; I reached down and grabbed his cock, quickly aimed it at the entrance to my love hole and started to ease myself down on it.

Oh, it felt so good, so hard and good sliding up in side me! I had a first small orgasm just from taking him in. I could see he felt it too; his eyes closed and his mouth hung open slightly, his breath coming in ecstatic pants. Then I was all the way down, his shaft fully inside me. I lowered myself down on his chest and stuck out my tongue, licking at his lips; he responded by grabbing my tongue with those lips and pulling me into a passionate, sucking kiss that took my breath away.

Then I could feel him moving his ass, trying to pull back and pump into me with his cock. He always tried when I was on top, but just couldn't get enough leverage. I had mounted him, it was my duty ... my pleasure ... my insane, bursting need...to lever myself upright again, and take up the fucking cadence. In and out, in and out, moving my crotch in time with his upward thrusts, getting maximum penetration with each movement, in and out, in and out—

We were both panting now, moving together like a well oiled machine in high gear, getting, closer, closer, closer...then a keening beginning in Ken's throat, a sound that sorted itself into words, "Oh, Kathi, Kathy, fuck me, love me, I love you I love you I...." And then even as I felt my pussy erupt with a gut-wrenching orgasm, I felt Ken stutter and explode inside me, filling my cunt with gob after gob of hot love cream. I gave up trying to keep my ass moving and simply collapsed on top of him, reaching up with one hand to stroke his head, while he put both arms around me and held me close, held me tight, loved me good.

After a while, after we'd each caught our breath and laid there for a while, basking in the glow of another tremendous fuck, I pushed myself slightly off to the side and felt Ken's now spent cock slip out of me. That seemed to bring Ken back to reality; he squirmed onto his side so we could both lie on the couch, still holding each other. I studied his face; it was as satisfied and happy looking as I'd ever seen him. I gently kissed him on the nose, and smiled as his eyes popped open to catch mine.

"So you really like the idea of other men looking at me," I said softly, and he smiled back.

"Even if they just look," he said with a sigh, "it's my lover they're seeing and enjoying. My lover, who always saves the best for me."

I studied his face for a moment. "You were thinking about that, just now, as we were making love, weren't you."

He looked deep in my eyes and nodded, with a smile that spoke volumes.

Wow! I thought. If just thinking about it can make it this good for him....

And then I remembered the turn on jolt I had had just a few minutes earlier when I found him with no underwear under his pants....

"So," I whispered to him, "let's go do some shopping. Let's see what we can let them see!"

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"So is he a good lover?" Tammy asked.

"What?" I responded, thrown by the question for a moment. "Oh, you mean Ken?" I smiled--well, I thought it was a smile; Tammy shivered, like I looked like the cat who got the cream. "Yeah, Ken's a terrific lover," I assured her. "Not that I had any basis for comparison, before all this started. But now, believe me, I know."

My friend stared at me a moment. "I wondered, back when I let you have him, if I was missing something special," she said quietly.

"Oh, you better believe he's special," I purred, "and not just for the way he fucks me, either. It's a very special man who would let his wife do all the things I've been able to do with sex. Hell, lets me? Encourages me. Helps me!"

"So come on, tell me some of them!" Tammy almost whimpered. "You haven't told me anything really juicy yet!"

"OK, OK," I said, feeling her excitement. "It started off sort of slowly and gently, though--at least, slow compared to where it's gone now...."



Loosening the Bonds Ch. 03



A reminder that this is a novel, folks, and for the sake of continuity, you should start with Chapter One and read your way through. Besides, you may just enjoy yourself. On the other hand, if all you want is one-shot sex, have at it!

CHAPTER THREE

I looked again at the clothes laid out on our bed. They weren't particularly daring: a loose, pleated white skirt with an equally loose, white blouse, and a pair of self-supporting nylons -- but that was it. No bra -- not that I wore one often, anyway, but this blouse was cut to reveal, not conceal -- it wouldn't take much for anyone interested to get a pretty clear look at my cleavage. And no panties either. Well, I'd tried going without them the day after finding the turn on of Ken's not wearing underpants, and I'd found it kinda kicky and nice - but that was with pants on. This skirt ended a good six inches above my knees! One good Marilyn Monroe breeze and all my charms would be out there on display!

I looked from the clothes to Ken. "You're sure?" I asked in a hesitating sort of way.

He smiled and licked his lips in anticipation. "I'm more than sure," he said huskily.

I gave him a shaky smile and took a deep breath. "Okay, then," I said. "Here goes nothing."

"Well, not quite nothing," he amended, and we both laughed.

Ken watched hungrily as I stripped off my regular pants and shirt, and I could see him licking his lips as I sat and pulled on the nylons. They came up to with an inch of my crotch and clung there as if by magic. No one would know unless they saw - or felt around - that I wasn't in normal pantyhose. Then I stood and stepped into the skirt, a silky, swishy bit of next to nothing that pulled up and held at my hips with an elastic waistband. Finally, Ken helped me pull the blouse on over my head. It was slinky and soft and felt absolutely delicious against my skin. I felt a slight shiver chase down my spine. Finally, I stepped into the black, mid-high heeled shoes Ken had chosen, and then did a slow pirouette, stopping to look him right in the eyes.

"Do I look like you expected?" I asked.

His face wore that same combination of lust and love I'd seen there as I'd climbed aboard his cock the other day. He was over to me in two steps, and pulled me into a kiss that had us both squirming in moments. Of course, it helped that, crushed against him as I was, I could feel his cock rising through his pants against my belly....

Suddenly he tore away and held me at arm's length. After a moment to catch his breath, he told me, in a voice as full of love and lust as his face looked, "You look like something out of my wildest wet dreams. Kathi, you are the most beautiful woman I know!"

I smiled dismissingly at his enthusiasm. "Oh, come on," I began, but then I turned and caught sight of myself in the bedroom's full-length mirror.

"Wow!" I breathed involuntarily. I had never, in my wildest dreams, expected to look this sexy. This nice. This...hot.

"Yeah, wow!" Ken responded. He came up behind me and reached around me to cup my breasts, a sensation in itself through the slinky material of the blouse, then leaned down to kiss me on the back of my neck. 

"Come on, we'd better get going before I rip those things off you and make you my love slave," he said.

"That could be fun," I teased him, but he shook his head.

"It'll be a lot more fun after the world of men gets a look at you," he told me.

I smiled, a bit shakily, and nodded, then turned and headed out the bedroom door, Ken right behind me.

We drove to a part of town I wasn't familiar with, and parked in a particularly dark part of a corner parking lot. Ken hadn't told me where we were going, only that this was a first dry run to get me used to being seen. Ken came around and helped me out of the car, like the perfect gentleman he always is, then held out his arm for me. I threaded my arm through his and snuggled up close, then waited for whatever would come next.

We started down the street, brightly lit compared to the parking lot, and Ken said, "First of all we'll just stroll and window shop, okay? Give all the guys on the street a good look."

I looked up at him and we shared a smile. Without Marilyn's breeze, they wouldn't see that much, not just from walking past us, but I realized Ken was right. It was a perfect way to break the ice, so to speak. 

We strolled down the sidewalk at a leisurely pace, and as looked around I noticed quite a few people out as well - and they're almost all men, I thought, isn't that convenient. I saw a few heads turning toward me, once, twice, then outright staring, eyes and heads following me as I held Ken's arm and walked slowly, almost like being on display. I felt myself shivering again, and again, and yet again ... and suddenly felt that old familiar itch start deep inside my pussy! I was getting turned on - just from being looked at! I shivered again and snuggled even closer to Ken. My God, I thought, if this keeps up I'm going to be dripping on the sidewalk!

We stopped in front of a store window, and I turned my attention to that - and gasped: arrayed there were plastic cocks, and dildoes, and vibrators, and just about everything you could think of that related to sex! I glanced at the name of the shop: MANLEY'S SEX AIDS. Then I glanced around the street at what else was there: BOB'S ADULT BOOKS, said one sign, and XXX VIDEO XXX read another, GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS! screamed a third. I suddenly chuckled and pulled away from Ken's protecting arm to face him.

"You weren't exactly subtle in your choice of streets," I said teasingly.

Ken chuckled as well. "I wanted a place where there'd be a lot of men with sex on their minds," he said lightly. "Where better than this? Besides, we're going to take in a movie while we're here."

I started a bit, and looked around the street again. Sure enough, just across and a couple of doors down, a marquee read, ROXY THEATER, and below that, NOW SHOWING - MAIL GIRLS DELIVER THE GOODS.

"Maybe not an academy award winner," Ken whispered in my ear, "but I think you'll find it perfect for the evening."

I took a deep breath and felt the itch in my pussy getting stronger. "I've always wondered about those movies," I said, and took Ken's arm again, pulling him down the street toward the crosswalk. "I wondered - how could those women exhibit themselves like that, get fucked on camera like that?" I licked my lips as we neared the corner. "Right now, I'd almost like to lie down right here and have you fuck me on the sidewalk!"

Ken laughed quietly. "Why don't we do it in the road," he said.

"Huh?"

He laughed again. "An old song from the sixties. It really turned me on when I first heard it on the oldies station." He turned and looked at me longingly. "Well, maybe some day we'll figure a way."

I turned that over in my mind, the itch in my pussy throbbing to the beat of some old song I'd never heard but might like to try. By this time we'd crossed the street and I found we'd stopped in front of a tavern. Ken glanced in the door. "Want a drink before the show?" he asked.

I looked in through the open door. Maybe a dozen men looked back at me from inside, devouring me with their gazes, licking their lips, hoping I'd come in. I found myself panting slightly, getting a bit light-headed at the thought. It was a hole-in-the-wall place, so small that I didn't think I could get through to the single empty table all the way at the back without brushing up against at least half the men in there....

Ken's arm went around my shoulders, and he hugged me lightly. "It's okay," he said softly, "having them touch you is an even bigger turn on than just letting them see you."

I looked up at his face, and he nodded slightly. I nodded back, and stepped through the door. 

The bartender, who had been watching, too, cleared his throat as Ken entered behind me, and called out, "What'll you folks have?"

"Two beers," Ken told him. "At that back table there."

The bartender nodded, but made no move to draw the beers - just watched me as I walked on toward the back. I edged around the first man we had to pass - or thought I had; he turned suddenly, and rubbed the back of his hand across my leg just below the hem of my skirt. "Sorry," he muttered unconvincingly.

I stopped briefly and closed my eyes, trying to conceal the jolt his touch had sent through me. Then I looked him straight in the eye, gave him a sexy wink and a smile, and moved on. The next man I passed merely looked me up and down, slowly, licking his lips; but the third man in drained his glass as I approached and, just before I would have passed him, stood up and turned right into me. 

I couldn't stop before bumping into him; and Ken, right behind me, bumped into my back and pushed me even more into the stranger in front of me. Somehow, the man managed to thrust his crotch forward and, when Ken didn't back up, I could feel his cock pushing at me, growing larger as we stood there eye to eye for a seeming eternity. Finally, the man smiled and stepped back, turning aside so I could pass. 

"Sorry," he said, "just heading to the bar for another drink."

I was quivering inside as I stood there for a moment, then forced myself to swallow, and smiled my biggest smile at him. "No problem," I said, then, more softly, "my pleasure."

And it had been! I had never seen, let alone touched any man's cock but Ken's, had never expected to - but having this strange man's cock thrust against me, ground into me through the thin material of my skirt, ignited a fire inside me. My pussy had been itching; now it was burning! And burning, not just for Ken's cock, but for this stranger's cock, and for any other cock I could find to fill it with!

I discreetly reached out and patted the man's crotch as I squeezed past him, saw his smile widen as I moved on. The rest of the patrons didn't even try to be subtle or crafty as I passed; I felt hands on my legs, brief flicks at my skirt, and at least one hand actually up under my skirt and rubbing at my thigh! By the time we reached our table my knees were wobbly and I was panting softly, like I had just run a gauntlet. And I had - and I had loved every step of it. And as we sat, I could see Ken's face was flushed with pleasure, and a huge bulge had sprouted at the crotch of his pants.

I leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek when we were both seated. "Thank you," I whispered to him. "I love you, Ken."

"For what?" he asked with a smile.

I smiled back. "For everything so far," I said, and indicated the path into the bar with a glance, "and for everything to come." I looked back at him in the dark of the room, and felt a hand - his hand, this time - moving up, under my skirt, all the way to my bare and available pussy. I looked out at the room and realized that, the way I was sitting at the table, anyone out there looking toward us could see what Ken was doing. I felt his hand linger there, then one finger scoop up and tease at my clit for a moment. And I loved it! And I hoped that every man in the bar was seeing it and enjoying it!

Ken pulled his hand out then, leaving me happy but unsatisfied, but then I realized that our beers had arrived. Ken handed the bartender a ten and said, "Thanks, forget the change," then turned to me as the bartender reluctantly turned away and went behind the bar once more.

"We need to drink up quickly or we'll be late for the movie," he said.

I nodded and quaffed maybe a quarter of the amber liquid; Ken drank most of his in one long gulp, then set his glass down and asked, "Ready?"

I took another sip, then nodded and stood up, almost eager to work my way beck to the street. This time I felt surer of myself, more in control, and even hotter than on the way in. I was carefully sure to face each man as we passed, giving each a magnificent smile, an air kiss, and either a gentle, slight thrust forward of my hips, or a teasing flip up of the hem of my skirt. In return, their hands were even bolder than before, caressing the inside of my thighs, stroking my pubic hair...and the third man in from the door, the second man whose cock I had ever felt, became also the second man to get a finger into my pussy, pushing up into me a good three inches of pointer as I squatted ever so slightly and sighed at the feelings of joy that moved in waves through my body. 

I might have stood there forever, frozen in ecstasy, if he hadn't withdrawn the finger with a sigh of his own. I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the forehead before moving on.

The next man had gotten nothing but a view on the way in; I was determined that I would make up for that this time. As I stopped in front of him, I noticed a second, empty chair beside him; I arranged myself slightly toward that chair, but still facing him, then slowly lifted my left foot to the chair. This pose, of course, caused my skirt to ride up and my crotch to open, presenting him with a breathtaking, close-up view of my steaming twat. I put my left elbow on my raised knee, cradled my chin on my hand, and looked him straight in the eye.

"So, do I get a goodbye kiss?" I purred.

He licked his lips, and pondered his options - more correctly, which set of lips to kiss. I looked from the stranger to Ken, standing beside me; Ken winked at me, then nodded to the man with a smile.

Slowly, almost unsurely, the man leaned forward. His head disappeared under my skirt and in a moment I felt his lips touch my pussy - felt him give a quick kiss and then, as if thinking again, he pushed in harder, and I could feel his tongue emerge, and push at my pussy lips.

I started to waver, both from losing a bit of my balance and from the waves of pleasure sweeping through me, but suddenly Ken's hand was at the base of my spine, supporting me, pushing me forward onto the man's questing tongue. He licked his way up the length of my pussy once, twice, three times, the third time finding paydirt in my clit and licking at it that for all he was worth. I felt myself beginning to shiver, to feel an orgasm start to creep up on me, to feel I wouldn't even make it out of the bar...when the man pulled back, sat back in his chair to lick his lips and look at me with abject lust on his face.

I'm sure my face reflected my lust just as well, but Ken was now urging me on, toward the last man between me and the door.

I stopped in front of him, and he stood up, lust already on his face from watching what had gone before. Not knowing what else to do, I threw my left arm around his shoulder, and pulled his face to mine for a lingering, passionate kiss. My tongue found its way between his lips in an instant, and we dueled between our locked mouths while I let my right hand find its way to his crotch, and slowly, erotically rubbed his cock through the fabric of his pants. I was rewarded to feel it grow, to push out to meet me. I suddenly felt supremely powerful as a woman, I felt alive and sexy and in lust with every man in that bar. I pulled back from him, finally, releasing both my lock on his lips and my hold on his crotch...reluctantly, but knowing I'd gone as far as I could that night to make a dozen men very happy.

Ah well, I thought, surprising myself a little, as Ken said, maybe someday we'll figure a way.

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We finally reached the street, and Ken turned us toward the theater. As we walked, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me close.

"So what'd you feel in there?" he asked after a moment.

"Oh, God!" I whispered, hugging him back. "Hot, horny - I still feel hot and horny!" We both laughed, and gave each other a squeeze. "Powerful," I continued, "really alive and in control. And—"

"Yes?" Ken prompted when I hesitated.

I stopped walking and turned him to face me. "Ken - by the time we left I wanted each and every man in there to fuck me! Right then and there! " I looked him in the eyes. "Do you hate me for that?"

In answer, he pulled me in and crushed me to him, kissing me more passionately than I'd ever been kissed before. It seemed to go on for an eternity that I never wanted to stop. Then, when finally he let me go, I breathlessly stepped back a pace, still holding onto his hands, as he quietly said,

"Does that answer your question? Hell, Kathi, even if you had fucked one of them, or all of them, it would only make me love you even more!"

I stared in his eyes and could see he was telling the truth. I shook my head and felt a shiver run through me. I didn't understand why he felt that way, but I didn't care, either. I loved him more, too, because of it. It was as if suddenly all my sexual inhibitions had been released, and I was free to love and fuck as much as I wanted - and I wanted a lot of fucking! - and the more I got, the more Ken and I would love each other!

"You're crazy," was all I could whisper to him. "But I love you like crazy."

He smiled and gathered me into his side again. "Come on," he said, "we'll be late for the movie."

The house lights were still on when we got into the theater, and Ken looked around for a seat. There were plenty available - there were only a handful of men in the place - but Ken seemed to be looking for something specific. Finally he led me toward a single man sitting in an aisle seat about halfway to the screen, whispering to me as we went, "I'll go in first, you treat this guy to a skirt flip as you pass him, okay?"

I chuckled lightly and nodded, and then we were there. Ken squeezed past first, quickly, and took the third seat in. I followed more slowly and, when I was right in front of the guy, flipped my skirt up as high as I could, making it seem as much as possible that it was an accident. I was delighted to see his eyes widen and a sharp intake of breath, and then I was past him, and settled in the seat between him and Ken just as the lights went down and the screen came to life.

Ken's hand was on my left knee immediately, riding up slowly toward my crotch and bringing my skirt up with it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the guy next to me trying desperately not to look, trying to keep his eyes focused on the screen as the lights dimmed and the feature began.

There was plenty to see on the screen, too. Seems this naked guy had a fight with his wife, who stomped out of the house, leaving him with a cock poised and ready and nowhere to go. Almost right away the doorbell rang, and Mr. Buck Naked answered it, figuring it was Mrs. Buck come back to forgive -- except it wasn't, it was this really sexy mail lady with a special delivery. 'Can I come in,' she says, and he says, 'sure, except I'm naked,' and she tells him, 'that's okay, I can deliver even better that way'. And boy, does she deliver!

Ken was delivering, too; his hand was all the way to my pussy, and starting to gently work at the outer folds. "Bunch your skirt up and skooch down so you can spread your legs," he whispered to me, and just loud enough for our neighbor to hear. I smiled and nodded in the dark, and stole a glance at the guy on my right; he turned his eyes away immediately, but I could tell he'd been looking at my lap and almost drooling. I guess live action is even better than a movie, right? I looked down at his lap in the darkness and could see what looked like a monstrous bulge. Whether it was me, or the movie, or both, he seemed to be getting pretty uptight!

As I bunched up my skirt with both hands, I leaned over and whispered to Ken - again, loud enough for the other guy to hear - "This really seems to be upsetting the guy beside me. What should I do?"

Ken looked at me, then at the other guy, and smiled. "Whatever you think is best," he whispered back.

I nodded again, and skooched down like Ken had asked. As I spread my legs, my right knee pushed against the leg of the stranger beside me. He pulled away for a moment, then relented and let his leg rest against mine. I looked again at his lap and could see why he needed his legs apart - his right hand was working at his crotch, almost like he was trying to get it to calm down!




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I bit my lip a moment, then decided. I sat back up for a moment, turned to the guy and reached over with both hands. "Here, let me help you with that," I whispered to him, and his eyes turned to me in shock, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly. Gently, I moved his hand out of the way, and then quickly opened his fly and extracted his cock from within. It was hard as a rock, and almost pulsing with eagerness.

"There," I whispered, "that'll be easier. Now, watch the movie...or watch me, if you like."

I sat straight in my seat and skooched down again, but kept hold of his cock with my right hand, slowly pumping up and down, jerking him off in tempo with what Ken was doing to my cunt. I looked back at the screen; the mail girl was sucking Mr. Buck for all she was worth, gazing up his face, her eyes positively glowing as she worked on him. I wonder if my eyes glow like that right now? I thought, then stopped thinking about much of anything except what my hand was doing to my neighbor's cock, and what Ken's hand was doing to me. I was on fire, tension was building in my cunt ... I could feel the rapidly building orgasm making my whole body quiver, and making my hips and crotch squirm almost uncontrollably. On the screen, Ms. Mail Girl was really getting into it, going up and down on Mr. Buck's huge rod of a cock in quick, juicy strokes, while Mr. Buck started to pant and roll his eyes and look like he was getting close to blowing. The cock I held was getting close, too, I could feel his body squirming as well. It was going to be close ... we were all three ready ... almost there ... it just needed a trigger....

The trigger came from the screen, as Ms. Mail Girl suddenly pulled back, and with a couple of jerks of her hand delivered Mr. Buck's goods in an arc over his stomach. Simultaneously I felt the cock in my hand let fly with warm, white jism, splashing against the back of the seat in front of him and dribbling some down on my hand ... and I felt my own orgasm crashed down on me, making me almost buck in my seat and squeeze tightly on the cock I was milking.

I heard my neighbor panting lightly, felt his left hand gripping the seat arm between us in an almost viselike lock. Then my senses blurred as my orgasm washed through me, following up its crest of ecstasy with a gentle fog of contentment. I drifted in that fog for several blissfully long moments, my eyes closed, unaware of anything around me but the cock slowly shriveling in my hand, and of Ken's hand slowing, then stopping its movements on my clit. I sighed, then drew a shuddering breath, then a second ... and only then began to swim back into the reality around me.

I slowly, tenderly released my neighbor's now depleted member, stroking it gently and chastely, then gently tucking it back inside its zipper home and pulling the two flaps over it. Nitey-nite, I thought inanely, and snorted ever so slightly to myself.

Then Ken's hand withdrew from my pussy, and I felt sensation begin to return to various regions of my body. The first spot to come alive was my eyes, which popped open to see what was on the screen, what of the movie I was missing....

And the second part of my body to come alive was my cunt, the very same cunny which had just spasmed and twisted through a gigantic orgasm that should have kept me satisfied for hours, should have, but wasn't....

...because on the screen Ms. Mail Girl was now in just about the same position - and just about the same state of undress - as I was, both of us reclined more or less comfortably; except that, while I was there with my pussy all alone and ignored, if not forgotten, she was up on the screen bigger than life, watching with those still glowing eyes as Mr. Buck slowly shoved his still rock-hard cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. 

Ken's fingers had given me a delicious, delirious ride, made all the better by the action on the screen and at my right hand. But I wasn't satisfied. I wasn't fulfilled. I wasn't filled...stuffed to my eyeballs with a big, fat, hot, thrumming, pumping cock. I wanted that. I needed that.

Now. Or as soon as it could be arranged.

I levered myself upright in my seat, glanced briefly at the guy on my right -- he was sitting very still, slightly glazed eyes staring at the movie screen -- then leaned over and whispered, quietly, in Ken's ear.

"I need to be fucked," I little more than breathed. Then, only slightly louder, "I...need...it...now."

I could see the ghost of a smile on Ken's face in the dark. He nodded silently, then indicated with a slight jerk of his head that we should leave through the far end of the row. We stood up, almost in a single motion, and I followed him to the aisle, then up and out of the theater As soon as we reached the sidewalk outside he put his arm around me, pulling me close and turning to give me a peck of a kiss on the cheek.

I could feel the tension building up in me as we walked the short distance to the corner, then crossed the street back to where our car waited in the shadows. God, do I have to wait until we get home? I wondered desperately. I don't know if I can....

As we reached the car, Ken pulled me around to the side in the deepest darkness, putting the car between us and the street, then swept me into a full, warm embrace, crushing his lips to mine as his hands explored my back, by ass, my thighs through the silky material of my blouse and skirt. Crushed to him, I could feel the bulge of his cock pressed against my belly, feel it huge and throbbing even through his pants. The feel of it heightened my growing desire, honed it to a razor edge; I clung desperately to Ken, willing him to do something, to fill the burning need in my cunt, to douse the fire with jets of his incredible cum....

Then I felt myself being turned, moved until my butt was against the car's fender; and quickly, expertly, Ken grasped the elastic waistband of my brief skirt and pulled it upward, up until it circled me just below by aroused breasts. I felt the slightest of breezes on my thighs and knew that, skirt or no, I was now naked from the waist down, naked and open to receive Ken's fat cock, which he was quickly freeing from its zippered cage and pointing at me even as I watched.

I found myself panting ever so slightly in anticipation as Ken bent slightly, reaching behind me to grasp the back of my thighs. "I'm going to lift you up to half sit on the car," he whispered to me. "Wrap your legs around me and hold on to my shoulders."

As I felt myself being lifted, I did as I had been told, quickly pulling my legs up and around Ken's sleek waist. But only my left hand went immediately to Ken's shoulder; my right hand grasped immediately for his cock, centering it on my drenched tunnel of love, then guiding it as I used my legs like a vise to pull Ken forward, shoving him deeper and ever deeper into me, until I felt his pubes bump mine, and felt like his cock was stuffed all the way up to my stomach. Only when it was all the way in, when Ken started to pull back and thrust forward, back and forward, back and forward, fucking my pussy in that way I loved, did I move my right hand up to his shoulder and just hold on, letting him go, letting him go crazy, rutting in and out and in and out faster and faster, driving me rapidly up and up toward the pinnacle of orgasm again, up where his hand had taken me in the theater, then higher, higher, higher....

Suddenly I felt him tense, heard his breath become ragged, felt the cock within me harden even further than possible ... and then he exploded, fucking me faster than he ever had before for several more strokes before pushing in as hard as he could and holding there, gasping while his sperm burst into me, splashing against my cervix harder than I had ever felt before. And that feeling, the power behind my lover's manic, crazy, fantastically turned-on cumming drove me over the edge, setting off shooting stars both in my pussy and in my brain, almost lighting up the darkness that swallowed us in the corner of that parking lot.

And with the little remaining rational corner of my mind I realized that here I was, outside, in a parking lot in the middle of the city, where anyone could wander in and see me, half naked, a cock stuffed up my cunt, glowing in the aftermath of a monstrous orgasm - and I loved it. I had the mad, insane wish that suddenly the lights would come on and Ken and I would be on stage, with a huge audience whistling and hooting and applauding, and egging us on to more. Me, the timid little girl of blue jeans and shapeless shirts, the girl who before this night had never seen or touched or been touched by any man but her husband...I loved being half naked in that parking lot, wished I could take everything off and just lay back across the hood of the car and wait to be ravished. Ravished by Ken...ravished by...by....

I pushed back that thought and concentrated on the glow I felt. I had turned a corner, of that I was certain. But for now, I would leave it up to Ken where the road would lead to next. 

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"My God!" Tammy hissed. "Right there in the parking lot?"

I moaned slightly at the memory, and nodded. "It was dark, in the shadows, so even if someone had come by the wouldn't have seen much. And it was just so...sensual. Not just the sex, but the exposure--the danger. The animal part."

Tammy drew a breath that sounded like it shuddered a bit. "Kathi, I don't know if I could do something like that, in a million years."

I gave her a feral grin. "It was plenty hot, all right. First all the men in the bar, then the guy in the theater, then Ken in the parking lot...."

"How can you do it?" 

I shrugged. "I guess, you just let yourself relax, and go where the flow takes you."

"And where did the flow take you next?" Tammy hugged herself and shivered a bit as she asked.

"Mmmm," I replied, "it started as just another night on the town...."

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Just a reminder that these brief snippets of conversation between Tammy and Kathi will make a lot more sense if you go back and start with Chapter One. This is, after all, a novel.



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A reminder that this is a novel, folks, and for the sake of continuity, you should start with Chapter One and read your way through. Besides, you may just enjoy yourself. On the other hand, if all you want is one-shot sex, have at it!

CHAPTER FOUR

Almost a week had gone by, a week of more passion and sex than Ken and I had known since before our honeymoon - or maybe ever. Seemingly every moment we were together, we'd start to think about that night ... we'd start to talk about it, all the strange men's eyes, all the hands on me in places I'd never thought other men's hands would be; talk about the man in the theater I'd jerked off.... And almost without conscious thought we'd be exploring each other's bodies, ripping off each other's clothes, kissing, sucking, fucking madly to soaring, crashing orgasms....

And then one afternoon Ken came home with a shopping bag and a secret smile on his face.

I must have looked puzzled as he handed me the bag, because his smile broadened, and he pulled me to him in a sexy embrace, then whispered in my ear,

"I thought we might go out tonight. This is a new outfit I thought would be nice for the occasion."

I felt a thrill run down my spine as I pushed back and looked him in the eyes. I could see the smile there already turning to lust as he watched my reaction. And I'm sure he could see the reaction on my face - just the mention of going out had made my nether area start to quiver!

"Another evening at the theater?" I asked, a bit huskily.

His smile became enigmatic, and he slowly shook his head. "No, not that," he said mysteriously. "Something ... different. A bit more active," he added.

I cocked my head quizzically. What could be more active than being felt up by a dozen strangers, jerking one off, and getting fucked on the hood of your car in a parking lot?

Maybe Ken thought I was hesitating, because his smile dimmed just a little, and he asked, with a note of concern in his voice, "Don't you want to try something new? Because if you're not...."

"Oh, no!" I interrupted him. "Wow! I'm still so hot from last week, that whatever you pick has got to be just fantastic!" I dropped the bag, and put my arms around his neck and gave him a great big gooey kiss. Of course he responded immediately, and we stood there just inside the living room door, kissing like a couple of teenagers for the longest time. Finally, Ken pulled back, cradled me in his arms, and after a moment to catch his breath, said softly,

"So?" It took me a moment to realize he was still asking why I had been hesitating. I was still panting softly from our kiss, and from everything else, so I took a deep breath before I told him, a bit shakily,

"I just - can't -see how anything could be - more exciting than last week."

Ken's full, lustful smile was back, but he only leaned forward and kissed me tenderly on the forehead.

"Why don't you go put on the new outfit," he said softly, "and then we'll see."

I giggled quickly, like a little girl, and nodded, then scooped up the shopping bag and headed for the bedroom. Ken followed me, then walked across to sit in the bedroom's kitchen-type chair, to watch me dress.

I quickly shed the jeans and shirt I'd been wearing - back to my old, schleppy wardrobe around the house, Ken had teased me earlier in the week, but somehow even those clothes felt sexier now, with nothing under them - and, naked, I began pulling packages out of the bag.

The first out was a gauzy bit of a blouse just this side of being transparent. It felt almost like I imagined spun spider silk to feel, but seemed for all that to be strong enough not to fall apart when I breathed on it. I started to put it on, but Ken spoke up.

"Not yet, Kathi," he said, "unwrap everything first. It'll make more sense to put them on in order. Besides, I kinda like watching you stand there naked." He gave me a goofy grin that made me giggle again, and even blush a little, I think.

The next package turned out to be a new pair of self-supporting hose, but this time in a shade of black so deep they looked like they'd escaped from a pit to hell. To my surprise there was also a bright red garter ring in the package - "Just one?" I asked Ken, and he nodded, and liked his lips slightly. I realized that just watching me was getting him turned on!

The third, and largest, package was an equally black, slippery velvet skirt. At least, I guess you'd call it a skirt; at first I thought it was just a shredded piece of cloth, but then I noticed the Velcro and realized it was a wrap-around. Only the top about six inches was solid material, though; from that point down for another twelve inches or so the material was shredded - no, carefully shaped into strips of varying widths, kind of like a fringe. Each strip was at least an inch wide, some as much as four or five. Without putting it on, I held it up to me and looked in the mirror. When I was standing up, the fringes would make it look like a conservative skirt down to my knees. But when I sat down--! I squatted and spread my legs to check - the cloth, which felt as slippery as velvet always was, slipped away and between and left me, basically, naked from the cunt down!

I stood up and turned to Ken quizzically; he nodded slowly and seemed like the smile was going to burst his face.

"Check the last two packages before you decide," he said huskily.

I shivered a bit, and nodded; I could already see that, whatever Ken had planned for tonight, he'd definitely turned the heat up!

The next package turned out to be a bra - "A bra?" I asked, with a slight frown; even before our adventures had started, I'd hardly ever worn bras - but Ken answered me, "Not just a bra. Look closer."

I did look closer and realized first, as I pulled the think from its package, that it had no straps. Not a harness, then, but something freer. Then as I held it up to me, it hit home that there were holes in the front of each cup. Nipple holes! The purpose of this garment wasn't to support and confine, but to lift, separate and accentuate - and look hellishly sexy behind the nearly transparent blouse! As I held it closer, I realized that the material of the bra almost faded to transparency as well when I held it against my skin. I was beginning to shiver again with excitement and anticipation of the night's action!

"They tell me that as you wear it, your body heat and sweat makes it even more transparent," Ken said softly. I looked at him coyly, slightly over my shoulder where he sat, and husked, "Who tells you?"

He chuckled lightly. "The sexy girls at the specialty lingerie counter," he told me. "And, they said that none of them had ever dared try it, but that they envied me a wife who would wear it - and who could get away with it."

The excitement had built up in me so much that my pussy was positively buzzing; I turned and started to walk over to Ken but he held up a hand, and indicated the bag.

"There's still one more in there, Kathi," he said.

I was momentarily confused; what was left? Blouse, skirt - I would have thought that would be all, and the bra I now understood, but....

I focused on Ken. "Panties?" I thought I'd never wear panties again, except maybe around the house during those unavoidable couple of days each month. But panties with a sexy outfit like this?

Ken got a strange, almost silly look on his face. "Well, sort of," he said. "The right panties, at certain selected times, can add to the sex, too."

I could see the glow in his eyes and knew he meant it, but couldn't picture it myself - so I simply turned and pulled the last package out of the bag.

The material was bright pink as I pulled it out and there wasn't much of it at - just a flat, oddly shaped piece of cloth, with a couple of velcro patches. I held it up for a moment, turned it over, and then turned to Ken in puzzlement.

"How—" I began.

But Ken was already on his feet, reaching out for the pink piece of nothing. "Don't worry," he purred, "I'll help my baby get dressed...."

He took the panties from my unresisting hand and held it in front of me. "This," he said, indicating an oval opening in the middle, "is the center of the action. The rest just holds it in place." I had to smile; he looked and sounded like a kid in a candy store!

"Now," he said, and moved to one side of me; then, as if as an afterthought, moved us both over so he could sit on the chair again. "Spread your legs a bit so I can thread this through ... there." He had one hand behind my ass, one in front of my cunny and me in the middle starting to steam. "OK, be a good girl and hold this one corner with your right hand, that's it, now hold still...." Quickly he brought a front and back corners together at my hip and Velcroed them together. "Now turn around so I can get the other side. There." A second hiss of Velcro, and the gentlest touch of his fingers on my belly, then he bent forward and kissed my hip just above the cloth.

"Go look in the mirror, see what you think."

I turned to the mirror and saw what looked like the skimpiest of bikini bottoms hanging on me, more decorative than usefully - and certainly not concealing anything, for there, peeking through what Ken had called "the center of the action," was my pussy in all its glory, for anyone lucky enough to see.

I heard a muffled thump behind me, and turned to find Ken had unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his pants, and was sitting on the chair with his cock stiff and hard and pointing straight my way.

"The nicest thing about them," he husked, "is you don't even have to take them off to catch a quickie...."

I knew an offer when I heard one! And my cunt was as ready as it had ever been to be stuffed with a ready cock! I was over to Ken in three steps, and mounted him in one smooth motion as he sat there. As his cock sank into me, deeper, deeper, we put our arms around each other and locked our lips in an almost animal passion. We both knew it wouldn't take long, and neither of us tried to make it last - this was a "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" moment if ever there was one! There wasn't much moving Ken could do, sitting as he was in the chair, so it was all up to me to keep things going, so move I did! I flexed my legs once, twice, again, and again and again, feeling Ken's hot, hard cock moving in and out of me - or, rather, I moved up and down on him. I felt Ken's hands on my back, moving slowly down to my ass, where they grabbed on and urged me forward, then back, up and down, on and off of that marvelous cock, faster, faster....

Then I felt Ken tensing under me, and at the same time felt the bubble of orgasm about to burst in my own crotch....

And then, with a groan, Ken exploded, shooting his cum deep inside me, and feeling that pushed me over the edge and my bubble exploded as well, and I felt Ken's hands pulling on my ass, pulling me to him, welding my crotch against his, as we both soared on the crest of our mutual orgasms. For long moments we rested there, me collapsed on him, my arms still around his neck, my head cuddled on his shoulder. Then I felt his hands moving over my back, rubbing, caressing, seemingly spreading out the glow that started in my cunt to encompass my whole being.

And then, after gently kissing the nape of my neck, Ken gently pushed me away, urged me to stand, and stood as well. He fondled by breasts a moment, leaned over and kissed both nipples, then said,

"Come on, Kathi, let's finished getting dressed so the fun can really start."





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She smiled slightly. "Not at all, I just had a thought." She straightened up and looked at Ken. "Does your fantasy include Kathi dancing on stage?"

I felt my eyes widen, even as Ken's expression grew as thoughtful as Ann's was. "I don't know," he said softly, turning to look at me, "I hadn't really...." his voice trailed off.

"What do you say, Hon?" Ann asked me.

I was speechless for a moment. I had done some dancing in a high school play, but not by myself on stage! I found my mouth was dry, so I took a sip of beer. Both Ann and Ken were looking at me expectantly. I swallowed. I felt a small buzz start inside me, and felt a tingle begin in my crotch and my breasts. Wow! I thought. All these men focused on me - like they were in the tavern last week....

"What do you think?" I finally managed to croak at Ken.

His eyes sparkled as he nodded. "I think you'd be fantastic," he said in a voice dripping with lust, "but of course, it's up to you, love."

The tingle in my crotch was starting to turn into a warm glow, and I could feel my nipples growing even harder. I took another sip of beer, then looked around the room. While most of the men weren't staring at me any more, many were still glancing my way now and then. The thought of them all focused on me...on stage....

"Sure, why not?" I said at last. "Yeah! It'll be fun."

Ann smiled hugely, and nodded. "It'll be fun for everyone here, Hon," she said with a chuckle. "Just hang in here a bit, let me go clear it with the manager. I'll be back in two shakes."

I watched her stand and bustle off then turned to find Ken watching me with a secret smile on his face. "What?" I asked him.

He cocked his head and continued to smile. "Sometimes, my darling," he said softly, "you are more than I ever dreamed possible."

I frowned a bit and shook my head in confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Did you really not want me to—"

But he shook his head emphatically. "No, I love the idea," he said, and I could hear it in his voice that he meant it. "The more of you that's showed off, the better it gets for me. And," he added slyly, "for us, later."

I felt a slight shiver at that thought, remembering how hot Ken had been after our night at the theater. I almost started to pant slightly at the memory, but just then Ann returned and leaned on the table between us.

"It's a done deal, Hon," she said to me, "right after my next set. The manager says he'll introduce you, and you can dance your heart out for a half-dozen songs." She patted my hand, then straightened to leave. "Gotta go, I'm on in a minute. Shake it good, Hon, the customers are gonna love you!"

She dashed quickly over to the stairs leading to the stage, then turned and signaled to someone in the back of the room. Immediately, lights flooded the stage and music began, and Ann mounted the stairs sinuously, in time to the music. A cheer rose from all the men watching, and Ann glided out onto the stage, shaking herself and flipping open her robe and beginning a slow strip that drew cheers and whistles from the men all around the room.

As I watched Ann's practiced, sexy movements, the easy way she handled herself on the stage, I began to have doubts. How could I do that? I wondered. I don't have enough experience! I'd just be a lump on the stage, pretending to dance, trying to do what Ann could do so much better....

Ken must have seen my doubts reflected on my face, for he suddenly leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You'll do just fine," he whispered.

"But what should I do up there?" I asked, and there had to have been a quaver in my voice.

But Ken only smiled again, almost a wolfish grin this time. "Just be yourself," he told me in a reassuring tone. "Enjoy the music. Move around a bit. And of course," he added in a breathy tone, "show them all how sexy you are!"

I still felt nervous, but knowing Ken was behind me a hundred percent gave me a warm resolve. I reached out and pulled him toward me, and quickly locked my lips against his, darting my tongue out and into his mouth for a quick but passionate kiss. We were both panting slightly when I let him go a moment later, and I sat back and caught my breath for a moment before looking him square in the eye.

"I'll do my best," I said lightly.

He grinned that wolfish grin at me again, and answered, "Kathi, you always do."

Ann finished her routine a few minutes later, to thunderous applause and cheering from the audience. Waving, she vamped off the stage to the sound of a lone drum matching her every step.

Then the spotlight moved back to the center of the stage, and a well-dressed man walked out and faced the audience. The room quieted quickly - apparently they knew this meant an announcement of something to come.

"We've got something special tonight," he said loudly, "an amateur in the audience who'd like to dance for you. Kathi," he added, looking my way, "why don't you stand up and show the audience who you are?"

The spotlight slipped quickly from the stage until its light shone on me. I looked at Ken, who only shrugged, then shrugged myself and stood. I could feel every eye in the place was riveted on me. Then the manager said, from the darkened stage,

"Well, folks, what do you think?" The place erupted in applause and cheers, and most of the men jumped to their feet, applauding even more loudly than they had for Ann's show. I felt a tinge of embarrassment creep up my neck - how could they applaud me that much when I hadn't done anything yet?

Check that, I thought with a glance down at myself, I did wear this outfit....

I made my way between the tables to the stairway to the stage, the spotlight following me all the way. I didn't try anything on the stairs, just walked up and onto the stage. The manager met me at the center, shook my hand with a smile, and left me alone.

I looked out at the audience. With the spotlight in my face I couldn't see anyone distinctly, but I could see that all eyes were glued on me, and everyone seemed to holding their collective breaths, waiting for me to...to....

Dance? Just move? What? Then the music started, and I still hadn't figured out just what to do. Even knowing Ken was out there, pulling for me, I was still as nervous as a wet hen. But as the music began I felt my hips begin to move, almost of their own accord, felt myself swaying with the beat, felt my feet begin to move a bit—

And then I could hear the men start to clap, not in applause but in a rhythmic, driving, urging unison of clap...clap...clap...clap that drained all the tension from me and set me moving silkily, slinkily to the music and the clapping and my own rhythm all at once. I closed my eyes and eased into the mood, the feel, the beat, my whole body swaying now, sinuously becoming one with the music, starting to really move....

"Take something off!" I froze, and my eyes flew open, instinctively trying to see who had called out the challenge. Of course, I couldn't tell - in a room full of men, which man would want me to strip? But I did see that many men, Ken among them, had moved forward from their tables and now stood immediately in front of the stage, staring at me, almost drooling at what they hoped would soon happen. But would it?

I squinted a bit in the spotlight's glare and looked at Ken, asking him with my eyes, do I take it off? I shouldn't have worried; Ken smiled hugely and nodded easily. I was free to do my best - to do it all.

I found myself smiling. Take something off? I thought to myself. Why stop with just something?

I started to sway to the music again, then kicked off one shoe, raising my leg high to do so - and being carefully sure that my peek-a-boo pussy got some exposure as I did. I heard the sharp intake of breath from more than one man in the audience as I slowly lowered that leg; then, standing on my now only stockinged foot, I kicked off the other shoe in a different manner, not showing any pussy, but leaving me in a great position to get my dance started...with a sudden, vigorous, skirt-raising spin! Four, five times I twirled, more than just the pirouettes I'd done for Ken, these were closer to the ice-skater's finishing spin. And as I spun, I could see and feel the strips on my skirt rise, spread out from my body, leaving my cunt on glorious display through the pink panties' porthole!

I stopped my spin as I started to feel myself getting a bit dizzy, then reached for the velcro attachments on my blouse as I began to move to the music once more. Rrrippp, rrrippp, slowly and sensually they came undone...and then, throwing my shoulders back and wiggling, I allowed the blouse to slide back and off my arms. One down. The clapping turned back into applause and not a few catcalls and whistles.

The first song ended and the band rolled right into a new melody, even steamier than the last one. I leaned slightly forward, so gravity would pull my tits forward to best advantage, then with a Velcro rrrippp, released them from their brassiere prison. To loud cheering I straightened up again and worked the bra slowly off, all the while shaking and bouncing my tits to the obvious delight of the watching men. When the bra had joined my blouse on the stage floor, I reached up and rubbed my nipples, delighting myself and my audience with how erect they had become.

I glanced at faces in the crowd, some staring glassily, some nervously licking their lips, all focused on me and me alone. They were hot, and getting hotter - and so was I! And I was only halfway undressed!

I had been kind of a tease with the blouse and bra, so I decided the skirt could just go quickly and dramatically; it didn't really cover up that much, and there would be so much more of a tease from those hot pink panties! So I squatted down, rrrippped open the skirt's velcro fastening, and then stood back up without the skirt, wearing nothing but the peek-a-boo panties. That gave me a sudden inspiration; I realized that when I squatted, my legs opened plenty far for my pussy to show off through its special window. So I squatted again, and slowly turned, legs spread as widely as possible, so anyone who was interested - everyone! - got that wonderful bull's-eye view of what was left to come.

Then I stood up again. The third song had started; it was time to go into high gear. I grabbed one side of the panties, and rrrippped open the velcro, moved as if to take the panties off - but then left them hanging there, half undone, while I danced around the stage for a few seconds. Suddenly I heard one voice, then joined by more, start to chant. "Take them off," was the call, take them off, take them off, take them off....

I positioned myself in the center of the stage, stood with my legs pressed tightly together, and - while allowing only my torso to sway with the music - opened the last Velcro. The panties fell forward and back - but not off, caught between my legs. Then slowly, slowly, I began to ease my legs apart, a little more, a little more...until finally the pink piece of nothing fell to the floor with the rest of my clothes, and I was there on stage, in front of a room full of hot and horny men, wearing nothing but nylons and a garter ring!

I wasn't going to mess with the nylons, the third song had ended and my time was half up, so I started dancing around that stage as hard as I knew how. I could feel myself sweating, the moisture running down my chest and tickling my nipples a bit as it dripped off. I bounced and bobbed as the music throbbed on, showing off my body the best I knew how. At one point I remembered a trick I did back in high school, spreading my legs and bending all the way down to look between my legs; I turned my back to the audience and did that, reaching up to diddle my cunt for good measure while I was bent over. I massaged my breasts a bit, then realized that if I danced close enough to the edge of the stage the men could reach out and grab at my nipples; so I danced my way along the entire front edge of the stage, letting every man there rub at my nipples as I went by, getting them so enormously hard and me so turned on that by the time I was to the end of the stage and the end of the music I could feel pussy juice starting the run down my legs with the sweat!

As the music crashed to an end I backed up the middle of the stage again, did a slow and revealing pirouette, and slowly went down, first to my knees, then sitting back on my legs so my pussy looked straight out at the audience. Then as the very last note of the last song hung in the air, I waved my right hand in front of me like I was presenting a gift, and, raising my middle finger in that time-honored signal, I lowered my finger to my crotch and stuffed it deep into my soaked pussy shuddering and throwing my head back in ecstasy as the contact pushed me over the edge to a small orgasm!

The applause was thunderous, every man there cheering and whistling and clapping for all they were worth. I managed to begin to focus my eyes, and looked up to find Ken still at the front of the stage, applauding with the rest - and with such a mixture of love and lust on his face that it was all I could do to stop myself from crawling over to him and mounting him then and there!

Then as I sat there panting, trying to recompose myself from the combination of exercise, excitement and orgasm, the applause shifted, suddenly, to the rhythmic clap...clap...clap of anticipation there had been when I first began to undress. I glanced around in momentary confusion - do they expect something else of me? I wondered - when I noticed two areas of commotion, one on each side of Ken. I saw Ken glance quickly to each side, and his smile broaden; and then, to my amazement and delight, two men from the audience were lifted onto the stage by those around them, two men young and handsome - and each with their pants down at their ankles, each energetically jacking off a huge, hard cock, aimed straight at me!

I felt my heart skip a beat, felt my panting turn from that of exhaustion to that of abject lust. I could feel my fingers, in and around my pussy, begin to twitch, to move almost of their own accord, to stimulate me, to rub my clit, to refuel the small orgasm I'd had a moment before, to build it into a raging, burning, explosion....

I found my eyes locked on the two cocks, which now started to move toward me as their owners shuffled my way. I was entranced by these dual rods of pleasure, hooked on the feeling of overwhelming lust they caused in me. I watched them come closer much as a small animal watches the snake which has enchanted it. Without thinking I found I had matched the rhythm of the fingers in my cunt to the beating of their hands on their cocks. I tore my eyes away from their crotches just long enough to see that both of them were staring at me feverishly rubbing my twat, just as I was watching their cocks swell, fill with cum....

Then they were beside me, one on each side, and with the way I was sitting there on bended knees, my head was right at the same level as those two glorious slabs! They pushed in on me as close as they could, their swelling cocks in their jerking hands stopping a mere couple of inches from my face. I could smell them, smell the heady musk of their pre-cum as they each came closer, closer to their own orgasms.... I silently fought an overwhelming urge to turn my head to one or the other and grab his cock in my mouth, to quickly suck him in, to suck him off - but no, how could I do one and not the other? And I somehow knew, instinctively, that the three of us were locked in synch, that when our explosions came they would come as one....

And then I felt my own bubble of pleasure crash into the wall of my orgasm, felt my whole body grow tenser and tenser and throb more and more....

And then I saw the cock on my right start to gush in its owner's hand, saw the one at my left follow a split second later - and then I felt the warm, gooey, aromatic moisture of their combined cum splash against my face, into my hair, into my open, panting mouth, felt it drip down and splash on my rock-hard, sensitive, fully aroused breasts - and I was over the edge, was soaring above the stage, above the whole audience in a crashing, smashing orgasm, bigger than the fantastic cumming I'd experienced in the darkened theater a few days before, bigger even than the fantastic flying fuck on the fender that same night, as big and as heady as any orgasm I had ever had! And as I realized that I was sharing it with not just Ken, not just the two studs on stage with me, but with every man in that club, I felt myself soar even higher, to crash against the ceiling again and again, each crash a new burst of orgasm wracking my body!

Then, slowly my senses started to clear; my body began to react to the world around me once more. I closed my mouth to swallow, to moisten my throat dried from panting, and found the heady, intoxicating taste of the cum I had felt landing there. I lingered on it, savoring it, noting the slightly different tangs of the two, and how each differed from the taste of my beloved Ken's cum. Then sound began to filter through my ears, and I could hear the most raucous, boisterous, lust-filled applause and hooting and shouting and whistling I'd ever heard, louder by far than minutes ago when I'd first taken to the stage, so loud I could feel it, physically, washing over me like a wave....

And as I washed over my orgasm-sensitized skin I felt more of my studs' cum on me, realized I was covered with the wonderful stuff from my head to my belly, that the two men had showered me with more cum than I had ever seen at one time, had ever dreamed could exist at one time! Its bouquet slowly cut through my newly reawakened nose, and I felt the lust in me rise again, not to have again the fingers that were stuffed in my still throbbing pussy, but to have a cock stuffed in there, a hard, loving cock - Ken's cock....

I still hadn't reopened my eyes, which I'd closed as my orgasm had seized me. I did that now, first noticing that the two cocks, and their owners, who had given me such pleasure, were gone from the stage, merged back into the anonymity of the crowd, somehow adding to the sensation of wonder at the lust I felt; then quickly focusing directly in front of me on Ken, on my husband, on my lover, on the man who had introduced me to the possibility of the pleasure I had just experienced, of the unknown pleasures I would find with him, and with other men yet unknown in the times to come. My eyes locked with his. The lust, the love I saw there mirrored what I felt to a tee - yet, I suddenly remembered, he had yet to have any physical pleasure of his own! A thought suddenly struck me, a small way I might be able to heighten his experience of the night. Slowly, sensuously, I took my hand from my pussy and brought it to my breasts, and began to massage them, using the splashes of cum as my massage oil. The rubbing felt wonderful on my still sensitive tits, and as I worked the cum, all over both breasts and then down my belly, rubbing it into my skin, causing it almost to lather under my rubbing hand, I watched Ken watch me. All the other men in the place were watching as well - almost silently now, no applause, no whistles or cheers just quiet breathing, near panting from many of them - but my eyes burned into Ken's, I performed just for him letting him know how much I loved him, how much I wanted him. Wanted him, not just any man, but just him. I finished rubbing my belly, and slowly, sensuously rubbed at the cum on my face and neck and shoulders; then, as a sort of denumois, carefully tipped my head back, shook my hair free of my shoulders, and daubed a bit of the thick potion behind each ear, as I would with a fine perfume.




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That brought my audience awake again, with a quick laugh from many followed by applause again, not thunderous and lustful this time, but appreciative, realizing somehow that what I had just done meant the show was over.

And, I decided, the show was over. I stood slowly, gracefully, and nodded my thanks for their applause. Then as an afterthought - realizing suddenly how provocative it would be in my nearly nude state - I curtsied deeply, displaying my cunt for them one last time. As I did, I noticed the garter ring still on my right leg, and realized what it was there for. Did Ken plan all this, I wondered, or was it just an off chance? Not that it mattered, as I pulled the garter ring off, stood and, after waving it around like a flag for all to see, dramatically flung it out over the audience. I heard but could not see in the glare of the spotlights, a scrambling out there where it had landed.

I was about to turn to gather my clothes when I noticed they had been gathered together right in front of Ken. I smiled and walked toward them - and was slightly surprised when Ken held out his hands toward me, and indicated I should let him help me down from the stage right there. With a mental shrug, I stooped and grabbed the clothes, gathering the little nothings into my left hand to carry, then looked up again - and realized that every man crowded against that stage had his hands out to help me down!

I felt a delicious shudder run through me, and a quick vision of the gauntlet I had run in a certain hole-in-the-wall tavern flashed through my head. I smiled again, almost a grin this time, I think, and squatted right at the edge of the stage, reaching out with my free right hand for whoever wanted to help—

--and hand after hand grabbed at me, not roughly but lovingly, appreciatively, starting with my hand and arm, then moving caressingly over my shoulders to touch my hair, my face, my breasts, my belly.... By this time I was off the stage, but not yet on the floor, my whole body suspended off the ground by the hands of the audience feeling me, touching me, now down to my hips, my thighs, my crotch - and more than a few loving caresses of, and into my pussy, which to my surprise did not re-ignite my lust, but served only to soothe and mellow me, much like a dessert and coffee after a good meal.

Sooner than I wanted it came to an end, I was on my feet at the far edge of the crowd from the stage, and a hugely grinning Anne was clasping my hand and leading me to the women's restroom. At the door, over the sound of the still-lingering applause, Anne put one arm around my shoulders and gave me a friendly hug, then said quietly,

"Kathi, that was just fantastic. Even got me turned on there, hardened old hag that I am. Drop in here any time and see me, I'd love to talk about it some more. And, y' know," she added with a chuckle, "maybe I could even learn something from you!"

With that she gave me a slight shove into the rest room, and I found myself alone for the first time that evening, basking in the glow and shivering with all the possibilities of what was to come.





Loosening the Bonds Ch. 05



A reminder that this is a novel, folks, and for the sake of continuity, you should start with Chapter One and read your way through. Besides, you may just enjoy yourself. On the other hand, if all you want is one-shot sex, have at it!

CHAPTER FIVE

I don't have a clue how Ken was able to get up and go to work the next morning - by the time we finished eating, drove home and fucked our brains out twice more it was nearly four a.m.! But when I finally dragged my drowsy and still tingling-ly satisfied carcass out of bed just short of noon, Ken was long gone, leaving only a brief note ("Love ya, see you tonight") on the kitchen table.

I smiled at the note, even more so when I brought it to my nose and sniffed it; Ken had managed, somehow, to get it to smell of his cologne. All through brunch I kept thinking how lucky I was to have Ken for a husband. A husband who not only loved me as much as I could hope to be loved, but who also made feel sexy, and wanted me to feel sexy enough to satisfy any man, any time, anywhere - or even a whole roomful of other men! I never would have thought it of myself before; I'd always considered myself to be dull, routine, not even really pretty, let alone sexy and exotic. But thinking back on the way all the men had reacted at the strip joint the night before - and the way Dave had reacted, almost like he was hypnotized by the sight of me! - made me start to feel warm and tingly all over, all over again.

Thinking about the night before got me thinking about both of our nights out so far. How much had Ken actually planned, and how much had been spur of the moment happenstance? I had no idea, he wouldn't say. Clearly he had put thought into what I should wear, and where we would go. But had he known what would happen? How the men would react? How I would react?

I started running over our first outing in my mind. The theater - he couldn't have known what that guy we sat next to would do! I was sure it wasn't someone he knew, and the more I thought about it, the more I was positive it had been genuine surprise in the man's eyes when I started jacking him off. Certainly his orgasm was real!

Or earlier, at the bar. Ten guys there. They couldn't have been ten plants, any more that the crowd at the strip club could have been planted! It was just ten men who just happened to be there—

Wait a minute! I sat up straight in my chair as I realized for the first time it wasn't ten guys in the bar -- it was eleven! And the eleventh, the most important one, the bartender -- who could have called the cops at any time -- I had completely stiffed! I'd not even given him a peck on the cheek! I felt myself starting to flush in the cheeks. Jeez, I thought to myself, if you're going to go in and do a whole room full of guys, at least do them all! 

"Huh," I said to myself, and got up to pour another cup of coffee. "So, smarty, what are you going to do about this? Ask Ken to plan another night out to the tavern, make him come up with a new outfit and plan because you overlooked something..."

I broke off with my mouth half open, shut it, and then started to snicker. My laughter turned to a satisfied chortle as I answered myself: "No! I won't make Ken do anything. I'm a big girl now, I can figure for myself - hell, I can take him out!"

Suddenly I felt myself come alive, full of energy. I had a plan, or at least the start of one. I was in control. So now, what's the next step? Well, what had Ken come up with first? What had started me on this whole thing, anyway?

What to wear.

I gathered up every catalog I could find and flopped down on the couch to study. This had to be good - I wouldn't want to go back to that bar looking less sexy than before! - yet it had to be new, and different than the last time. Kind of like old home week, something comfy like the jeans and T-shirts I mostly still wore around the house—

Suddenly it clicked in my mind. Sure, that'll work! I'd seen it in several of the catalogs, though not necessarily together like I had in mind. I went back through the books with a purpose in mind now. Ah, there, that's the skirt, I thought. And then looking further.... There! That's the shirt to a T!

I looked at the clock: too late to go shopping now. Tomorrow. And then when Ken gets home tomorrow night....

I almost dream-walked through that evening. Ken asked me at least half a dozen times what was up, what I was thinking, but all I did was smile at him and say, "Oh, nothing much, just a little something special I'm cooking up." He tried and tried to get details, but somehow I managed to keep quiet, to keep the surprise a surprise.

The next afternoon, out to the stores, looking to find the parts to the outfit I had come up with. It took a while; what you find in mail order catalogs isn't necessarily readily available in your local store. But find them I did, and then home just in time to get ready for Ken.

I met him at the door as I often did, in my baggy, comfortable old jeans and a T-shirt that had seen many years' good use. After a huge hug and a long, lingering kiss, Ken slowly pulled back and cocked his head quizzically at me.

"Come on, Kathi," he said, a little breathlessly but still teasingly. "That was a ten thousand watt kiss on a hundred watt day. What do you have up your sleeve?"

I smiled at him and gave him another quick peck on the lips. I could feel my heart pounding with nervousness and excitement, but I tried to act calm as I said coyly,

"Well...I wondered if we could go out tonight?"

Ken snorted lightly. "Out? You want to go out?" Then his face fell a little, and he looked almost apologetic as he said. "Kathi, I always love to go out with you, even more so lately - as you might have guessed! -- but, well, I don't have any ideas for an outfit for you, and no place planned to go yet—"

I put my hand lightly on his mouth to stop his words, then removed the hand and kissed him quickly. Then I looked him square in the eyes, deeply in the eyes, and whispered,

 "Don't worry about it, my darling - I went clothes shopping today and I know just where I want to go."

Ken's eyes widened, first in amazement, and then in delight. "You...you've planned an evening for us?" he almost stammered. "Kathi! Kathi, I...I'm overwhelmed! It's great! Of course we'll go. Anywhere you want! Are you ready?"

I laughed at that. "Do I look ready?" I asked. "And, anyway, we need a bit of dinner first. I've got something quick ready, and after that I'll change and we can go."

He cocked his head at me. "Why don't you change now, so—"

"Uh-uh," I interrupted. "Let's eat first. I want to be fortified to start out, so I'll have lots of energy to burn!"

Ken smiled at that, and then the smile became a wicked grin as he realized what I meant. Or thought he realized. "You want to dance again, eh?" he asked, but his smile turned to a quizzical frown when I only shook my head.

"Not that tonight, no. Not quite that energetic, but just as much fun." I winked "At least in the end."

Ken only shrugged, finally ready to wait for me to spell out what was coming. We ate quickly, and then I told him,

"OK, come on to the bedroom while I change."

He looked at me hungrily and quickly followed me to the bedroom. As we got there I pulled the old T-shirt over my head and dropped it on the bed beside my shopping bag from that after noon. Over my shoulder, I said, "This won't take but a moment, but sit down anyway, dear. I've gotten used to you being in the chair while I dress."

Ken smiled and sat. I undid my jeans and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of them and standing there stark naked, not a stitch on head, foot or in between. I reached in the shopping bag for the skirt first, slowly turning to face Ken as I said,

"I thought I'd try the comfort of home look. Like this skirt - it looks like jeans, just like I wear around the house."

I put the skirt on and heard Ken's breath get a little ragged. The skirt was a cutoff jeans number; that is, at first glance it looked like a cutoff pair of jeans, with belt loops and snaps holding it together in the front. In length it only came to maybe an inch below my ass, but it was truly a skirt -- there was no crotchpiece. In front, the snaps came only a little more than half way down, leaving an inverted 'V' opening where anyone interested could glimpse hints (or maybe more than hints!) of what was inside. 

Ken was sure looking - and I could see him twitching with excitement!

I let him look and twitch for a few moments more before I turned and reached in the bag for my new shirt, saying as I turned back,

"And to go with the jeans, of course, a T shirt."

I quickly pulled it over my head. "Well, a special T shirt, anyway. They call it a 'cropped-T'." It was indeed special; it had no arms, no shoulders even, just wide straps going over my shoulders - and it hung, fairly loosely, to only about three inches under my breasts, leaving a wide expanse of skin between it and my skirt.

I turned back to the back one last time, and pulled out a new pair of thongs, which I dropped on the floor and slipped on my feet. Then I took a couple of steps toward Ken and slowly performed what had become my traditional new outfit pirouette.

"Well," I said softly when I was facing him again, "now I'm dressed to go out. Do you like it?"

Ken was staring at me, entranced, licking his lips, speechless for the longest time. Finally, without a word, he got up from the chair, walked over to me, and gathered me into a huge, warm hug, which I enthusiastically returned. After the longest time he pulled back, and I watched him there in front of me, holding both of my hands at arms length, and swallowing hard. His eyes even looked a little puffy, like he was on the verge of tears. Finally, with a faint quiver in his voice, he whispered,

"Kathi, I thought I was proud of you a couple of nights ago. But...this...." He paused to swallow again. "I could never have come up with something this - fantastic! Only a woman could know how to just knock a man's balls off with clothing, and Kathi, you've done that with this outfit!"

He pulled me to him for a long, deep kiss, finally coming up for air only when I started pawing at his zipper, because he was getting me hotter and hotter by the second. He took a ragged breath, and then stepped back and gently took hold of my hand.

"I know this is going to sound crazy, Kathi," he said, "but let's save that for later - or while we're out, if that's what you have planned." He lifted my hand and kissed it in a very old fashioned motion, almost comically out of sync with how I was dressed, then went on, "Right now what I want most is to get you out where men can see you and I can watch them see you. And, of course," he added, "watch you respond."

I took a deep breath; I found myself nearly trembling, not only from the heat Ken had stirred in me, and not even because, well, this really was the most daring outfit yet...but because the whole evening depended on my plans! Was I nervous? Hell, yes! Before I'd just been following Ken's lead. This time I was in front.

But - if it all worked, it would be a monster evening! 

"So let's go," I said, and headed for the car.





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I reached up and put my fingers gently on his mouth to stop his protests. "Shhh," I hushed him. "It's OK, you did your best," I said soothingly. "But you were on the other side of the bar from me, weren't you? I would have been hard for you to help the guys here greet me, wouldn't it have? You back here and me out there—"

I broke off and looked around, pretending to be surprised. "Oh, look," I said after a moment. "We're both on the same side of the bar...tonight."

His eyes widened as he stared at me, and he licked his lips again, but didn't move. I glanced at Ken.

"Ken, do you think it's too early for the bar to close? At least, for a while," I added.

Ken smiled hugely at me, then took to hint and moved to close and lock the door. I briefly wondered about the windows, but then thought, what the hell, if someone looks in, well, being watched before made it even better. 

The guy still hadn't moved a muscle toward me, so I finally reached out and took one of his hands and pulled it down to my inner thigh.

"Here," I told him, "I really liked it last time when someone did this. And you were looking at me there pretty closely a few moments ago!" His eyes caught mine, but I smiled to put him at ease. 

"Mmmm," I purred as he tentatively started moving his hand around, "that's nice, I like that.

"Oh," I added, making my voice sound concerned, "are you having trouble, too much cloth in the way?" I tisk-tisked. "Wouldn't you know, this skirt is so tight compared to that one I had on before." He started to pull his hand back, but I pushed my legs together gently to hold it in place.

"No, don't move your hand," I purred, "let me just make it easier for you to get to."

I reached down with my free hand and pulled at the lowest snap on the skirt. Snap. "There," I said, easing my legs apart a bit, "better?"

His hand started moving a bit again, but I pretended continued concern.

"Still too tight?" I asked. "Well, let's see if this helps." Snap. The second snap up came undone - there was only one left holding the thing in place around me.

I could see sweat breaking out on his forehead, and my own heart was pounding in excitement. I ignored it and spoke as calmly as I could.

"Oh, what the heck," I said huskily, "it's warm enough in here I won't catch a chill and I'm sure you'd like to see what you're doing, anyway, right?" 

Snap. The skirt fell gently from around my hips, leaving me suddenly bare to him from the T-shirt down. He sucked in a breath as he looked at me, eyes glued to the pussy now staring right back at him. I spread my legs as far as I could on the stool and skooched forward a bit so my pussy was right at the front edge of the stool, easily accessible to a man kneeling in front of me.

"Ooh, that hand feels good," I moaned, "but...wouldn't you like a...taste?"

He looked at me searchingly for a moment, then glanced at Ken, back at his stool, who nodded with a smile. Then another glance at my reassuring smile... and he took the plunge. He was down on his knees, with his face buried in my welcoming crotch in an instant. I felt his hands reach in to spread my bushy lips and then....

Oh, god, could he lick a pussy! His tongue was even more talented than Ken's, diving deep up my love channel for a few licks, almost like a miniature cock, then tickling at my clitty, then massaging up and down my lips and even the area just outside the pussy proper. He had me squirming and bucking in moments. Reaching out almost wildly for something to hold on to, I found Ken's hand on the bar with my left hand and clutched it hard, realizing as I did so that the feelings in my pussy redoubled from knowing I was holding my lover's hand while some other man was ravishing my cunt....

Almost of its own accord, my right hand, having nothing else to do, hitched my short T shirt up above my breasts, then started urgently massaging my nipples, quickly falling into an easy synch with the rhythm of the bartender's tongue....

I came in a gush, my pussy creaming all over the bartender's tongue and dribbling down his chin as he slowed the ministrations he was performing on me and slowly drew back. His eyes were almost glazed over, and he just rocked back, still on his knees, eyes slowly focusing on the pussy he had just eaten for at least a square meal, plus dessert.

I sat there panting in the afterglow of my orgasm, feeling a breeze on my mostly bare body from a fan I hadn't noticed before. Slowly I levered myself back to upright on the stool, then lifted my glass of beer and took a long, refreshing swallow before attempting to speak.

Finally, I took a shuddering breath and said, softly, "Wow."

The bartender let out a breath also, and echoed, "Wow."

I took another long drink, then reached out and stroked the guy's face.

"Thank you," I told him. "I do feel welcome and at home now."

He laughed lightly, and slowly stood up. He looked like he was going to turn and walk away then, but I wasn't ready for him to leave. I'd thought about it for a long while that afternoon while waiting for Ken to get home...and I'd realized I was ready for the next step.

So I reached out and caught him by the hip before he could go. 

"Wait a minute," I said, then slowly stood up from the stool. He was a good head taller than I was, with a ruggedly handsome face and gorgeous green eyes - but it wasn't a face or eyes I wanted right then.

"I haven't finished thanking you," I told him.

Without another word I reached out with both hands to his pants, looking closely for a moment to figure out the combination, then slowly, sensuously working that combination, first the belt, then the snap, then the zipper, down, down....

Undone, his pants started to droop to the floor. He stood there, speechless, as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of both the pants and the underwear beneath, and pulled the lot to the floor as I sank to my knees in front of him.

As I release the pants and looked up, there staring me right in the face was a pulsing cock every bit as ruggedly handsome as his face and eyes - and just as primed and ready for action as I had been minutes before!

"Mmmm," I purred, and took hold of the pulsing member with one hand, "I don't know who's going to enjoy this thank you more, you or me."

I lowered my head to his cock and heard him suck in a breath as I reached my goal and sucked it deep into my mouth. I took it in as deep as it would go right away, to sort of get the measure of it - after all, the only other cock I'd ever sucked was Ken's, and dear as it is, one is not much basis for comparison!

I found it felt slightly fatter than Ken's, but it seemed that I got more of it my mouth anyway; maybe it was a bit shorter. But it was tasty, regardless, as the bartender's pre-cum oozed out of the tiny eyelet in its tip and salted my tongue with its tanginess. 

Different than Ken's taste, I thought, and different than the tastes of those two guys who jacked off all over me at the strip club. Maybe every man has his own taste? I wondered inanely.

Then all thoughts but sucking went out of my mind as my bartender started pulling his cock out of me and shoving it back in, unmistakably fucking my mouth as he would my pussy, but even more gently. It seemed to work, so I fell into rhythm with his in and out motions, adding to them the licking and sucking that set a blow job in a world apart from a regular fuck. I scratched his sack of balls gently with my fingernails, and felt him respond by putting both hands on my head and gently pulling me toward him, then letting me back, changing the dynamic so that it was my head moving rather than his cock. I realized dimly that somehow I was getting more friction on his cock this way, but then it all seemed irrelevant as I felt the cock in my mouth begin to swell, to twitch, felt him move my head slightly faster as he quickly approached his explosion....

And then he did explode, and I reveled in the thick, gooey paste that blasted into my mouth, and down my gullet as fast as I could swallow. My mouth filled to overflowing and I felt some dribble through my lips and down my chin....

And then it flashed on me how turned on Ken had been from the smell of cum on me after the strip tease, and I pulled back quickly, at the same time grasping and jerking at his erupting cock, hoping there was some left, that I hadn't swallowed it all...

There! I was rewarded by one more healthy blast of cum that splattered on my throat and dribbled slowly down my chest toward my breasts and T-shirt. I continued to jerk at him for a few moments, but got no more than a drool after that, which I tenderly kissed and licked off the head of the beast. Then I sat back on my heels and watched for a minute as the just-past object of my passion deflated in front of me, shrinking down to a size that could once again be caged in his pants.

As the cock dwindled, I stood up and stepped forward, reaching up to pull his face down to mine. I kissed his lips warmly, gently, almost chastely, then released his face and put my arms around him to pull him into a sensuous hug, carefully certain to rub my warm belly against his shrinking cock, sort of shaking it good night. The feel of it on my belly, just barely above my still tingling pussy, served to light my own fire again, made me begin to long for something long and hard to be stuffed up my cunt, made me want to be fucked long and hard and soon.... I found myself panting again slightly as I pulled away and turned to reach for my skirt, abandoned on the stool.

I heard the bartender sigh deeply as I settled my T shirt back over my breasts and snapped the skirt back on, and then smiled as he said softly,

"You're welcome."

Ken stood quickly at that, as if it were his cue, and raised his beer glass to his mouth, draining what remained in one gulp. I finished adjusting my skirt and likewise drained the end of my beer, then moved our from behind the bar and led Ken toward the door. I opened it to find a scowling customer glaring at me; his glare faded as he quickly looked me up and down. I gave him a dazzling smile in return.

"It's OK," I told the guy at the door, "I think he's got some beer left."

Then I turned halfway back to the bar. "G'night," I called over my shoulder, and led Ken through the door and off down the sidewalk toward the theater.





Loosening the Bonds Ch. 06



A reminder that this is a novel, folks, and for the sake of continuity, you should start with Chapter One and read your way through. Besides, you may just enjoy yourself. On the other hand, if all you want is one-shot sex, have at it!

CHAPTER SIX

Time really does fly when you're having fun. When I woke up the next morning I found that Ken had called in that morning and taken the day off - and he sure didn't have shopping on his mind. Aside from a couple of breaks for meals, we spent the day sucking and fucking and cuddling each other...the inertia from the night before carried Ken through five orgasms that I remember, and I had more than I could count!

Yet by dinnertime I was neither tired nor sated, just a bit stiff from so much time between the sheets, so I jumped at Ken's suggestion of a walk to the local fast food joint. I threw on my usual jeans and T-shirt - regular ones, not the hot ones that had helped our night before so much! - and we headed off. 

I hardly even tasted the food, being out in the beautiful early evening with the man I loved and lusted for occupied most of my thoughts. By the time we returned to our front door I not only had no conscious memory of the day or the time.

Dave Johanssen arrived at the door the same moment we did.

My eyes widened. God, is it Friday already? And it's eight o'clock....

"Hey, Dave, just on time," Ken said jovially.

"Ahh," Dave began, eyes glued to me; then he dragged them away and looked at Ken. 

"Ah, yea, I always like to be on time."

"Great!" Ken unlocked the door and motioned Dave inside ahead of us. I grabbed Ken's hand and pulled him back toward me, and whispered at him urgently,

"You should have reminded me!" I hissed. "I'm not dressed for company, I'm dressed to schlep! And look at him, he looks like he's dressed—"
"Don't worry about it," Ken interrupted me, "he's always dressed like that. You look fine as you are, or you can slip away and change if you want." Ken gave me a huge smile and patted my hand. "Just play the evening as it happens, and everything will be fine."

I looked in his eyes for a moment and was surprised to see lust beginning to gather there. I blinked at that - what does he have in mind? I wondered - and finally just shrugged, nodded and followed Ken into the house.

Dave was dressed as elegantly and sexily as the first time I'd seen him, tight pants already showing a noticeable bulge that seemed to grow slightly as he watched me follow Ken into the living room. And bang! Like an electric shock I was grabbed by the same hypnotic spell I'd been under when I saw Dave at the club. The residual effect of a day - and the night before! - of fucking, the feeling I'd had when Ken and I headed for dinner that the fucking wasn't through for the day...they all grabbed me at once, and made my hands twitch as they had before, oh, god I want that cock resounded through my head....

And Dave's eyes were riveted on me.

They were riveted on me, I realized a moment later, but there was a different look in them. Not quite as hungry, not quite as lustful - glowing with sex, still, but without some of the urgent drive that had had us groping for each other a few nights before.

For a moment I was hurt. Then I mentally slapped myself as I realized, of course he's not as driven by the sight of me like this! There's not much of me he can see right now!

And with that I realized what change was in order....

I tore me eyes away from our guest and gathered my wits with my voice. "Great to see you again, Dave," I said, wondering if my voice was as steady as I hoped. "But you're going to have to give me a minute to go change into something more, ah, suitable. Ken, why don't you get the video ready while I go change?"

"Oh, you don't have to get dressed up for me—" Dave began.

"Nonsense!" I waved a hand at him. "I'm not going to do much, be back in a sec."

Ken smiled at me encouragingly. "Great, Kathi," he said warmly. "I'll have the video ready when you get back."

I blinked once more at Dave, then turned and fled for my bedroom. I knew what I had to do - what I needed Dave to see, to get that magic back in his eyes. I didn't let myself wonder why I wanted the magic there; I didn't need to - my body was humming with the knowledge without the help of my brain!

I let my jeans lie in a heap where they fell on the floor, and nearly ripped the T-shirt over my head. Pulling open the drawer where I'd begun keeping my 'special occasion' outfits, I grabbed the stunner from my strip-show evening and raced to the bed.

He devoured me in this before, I thought, it's what he's looking for now.

I had the bra on and was reaching for the panties when I paused. "Wait a minute," I told myself. "I don't need to accentuate tonight...I need to flaunt!"

I took the bra back off and tossed it on the bed, then quickly velcroed on the strips skirt and virtually transparent blouse. I glanced in my full-length mirror; looking back at me was the same hot woman who'd wowed a roomful of men (and Dave! I amended), but without an ounce of petty showiness or false modesty. I was sex on the hoof...and I was ready for whatever was going to happen!

The two men were seated in out TV alcove when I got back, and I smiled as I noticed Ken had taken the only chair, leaving the love seat for Dave - and me. Both of their heads turned to me as I came into the room: Ken looking at me with that combination of pride and joy and lust I'd come to know so well the last few weeks; Dave's eyes growing as wide as saucers and drilling into me with the intensity of a wild man. I could feel my nipples rising against the sheer cloth that showed them off so well. I gave Dave my biggest, sexiest smile as I came to a stop in front of him.

"So," I said lightly, doing my usual pirouette especially well for his sake, rejoicing as I felt the strips of my skirt fly high to show off my best features, "this is much better, don't you think?"

Dave licked his lips and sucked in his breath. I could see him trying to form words for several seconds before any sound came out.

"You...you look even...more lovely than the other night," he finally stammered.

"Oh, go on with you," I answered lightly, and flounced down on the seat beside him. He had his legs crossed, desperately trying to hide the growing bulge threatening to overwhelm the zipper of his pants; I reached over and put my hand on the bottom leg, letting it drift up to within a couple of inches of that bulge. I could feel my own breath beginning to quicken as I added,

"This outfit's like wearing nothing at all."

Ken's smile was as broad as I had seen it. He picked up the universal remote and said, "Well, the tape's ready if you two are."

Dave jerked his head around to face the TV so fast you could almost hear a thunderclap. "You bet, let's go," he said jerkily.

Ken pushed play, and our big 45" screen sprang to life with a scene of a brightly lit but empty stage. It took a moment before it registered on me - it was the stage at the strip club!

"This is a special video I just got," Ken said smoothly. "Kathi hasn't even seen it yet. She and I went to this club, Dave, actually it was the same night we ran into you. Anyway, they asked if Kathi would like to—well, just listen, it's starting."

Before my eyes, the club manager walked out on the stage and introduced me - and then I was watching myself, in living color in my own living room, bobbing and weaving around the stage!

Dave watched in such fascination at first that I felt him almost relaxing under the hand I'd left on his leg. Then clearly audible voice called out for me to take it off...and as I began to do so to the music, rather well, I noted with satisfaction, Dave began to squirm and seemed to clamp his legs even more tightly together. A glance at his face showed his eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. I smiled to myself, now's the time for step one, I thought, and moved my hand the last couple of inches up to the bulge that even crossed legs couldn't quell by this time.

He didn't slap my hand away, in fact, his legs uncrossed and, I think unconsciously, drifted apart. His hands, which had been clasped on his crossing knee, were suddenly at large; I reached across and grabbed his left hand with mine and lowered it to rest at the apex of the V formed by my spread legs. I left it to him whether to start fingering the pussy just barely covered by a strip of skirt, but silently hoped for the best.

I could barely believe the size of the cock I could feel through Dave's pants. And it didn't seem to be fully-grown yet! My hand continued its gentle rubbing of Dave's now throbbing member as the three of us watched me on the stage. I was nearing the end of the dance now, bobbing in front of each man who leaned on the edge of the stage, weaving just enough that their grasping hands touched only the visibly throbbing nipples that seemed to be growing nearly as large as small cocks. Suddenly his fingers seemed to find their own life at my crotch, quickly pushing aside what cloth there was and probing, gently but urgently, between the lips of my pussy and into the well beyond!

The music crashed to an end and Dave drew a shuddering breath, but before he could relax he realized that the show was far from over. Whoever had shot the video was good; there had been strategic close-ups all along of the most interesting parts of my anatomy as those flashed by. But now, as I knelt there on the stage in the afterglow of my dance, the picture zoomed unerringly down, down to my nether regions, to the pussy that I was fingering there for all to see. Gently at first, as I remembered; then faster, more urgently, drawing into a rhythm clearly visible on the big screen. I felt Dave's fingers begin to move to that same rhythm in my live pussy, then heard him gasp as the picture pulled back to show two young men beating their cocks to the same beat!

His fingers faltered slightly at my crotch; I encouraged him by both patting his left hand and stepping up my own hand's action on his cock. Somehow he got the hint, and fell into rhythm again, building the bubble in my cunt bigger and bigger until....

I watched myself cum gloriously on the screen, watched the two guys shoot their wads all over me, and simultaneously felt my own real-time bubble burst! I found my hips, which had been squirming ceaselessly for an endless minute, instantly switch to humping the finger Dave had just thrust deep into my drooling well. Then I heard him grunt and felt the cock in his pants jerk once, twice, again... Oops, I thought, I didn't mean to waste it like that....

But even though it stopped jerking under my hand, I was amazed to find that his cock didn't shrink a bit as we watched me lifted off the stage and mauled and probed and caressed by the many hands of the crowd at the club. Dave's monstrous member stayed monstrous even as I disappeared off to the ladies' room and Ken stopped the tape and shut down the TV.

"That was one great evening," Ken said roughly, his voice filled with the sound of good sex. "I just wish the tape was longer—Oh, say, we got some stills of that night as well! Let me show you."

Dave stiffened and quickly pulled his fingers out of my pussy and away from my crotch as Ken grabbed a pile of photos and stood to move over beside us. I let my hand remain atop Cock Mountain, though, and for some reason Dave made no attempt to move it. Ken's smile at me made me melt; five fuckings that day already, and I wanted him back inside me again, soon!

Ken perched on the arm of the loveseat on Dave's side and handed Dave the snapshots one by one. I looked over curiously; I was pretty sure what they had to be, and they were Ken and I fucking madly in our car after the strip show. Dave's mouth opened slack-jawed after the first two or three, and I could feel his cock stiffening even more and throbbing even without my active help. By the time he'd seen the last still his hips were twitching noticeably, and his now-closed mouth looked like he was chewing on his lower lip trying to maintain some control.

The three of us gazed lingeringly on the last picture, then Ken reached down and gently took them from Dave's grasp. 

"Wow!" Ken said. "Just the memory of that night gets me pretty hot, and seeing these just makes me boil. You know, I think I'd better go take a cold shower before I go over the edge!"

Dave and I both reacted by jerking our eyes up at Ken and gaping as though he'd gone insane! But Ken stood quickly and said, 

"You two just relax, get to know each other. I'll be back in a while."

With that, Ken headed for our bedroom door - with me hot on his heels! I reached him just as he got to the door, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him around to face me.

"What are you doing!" I whispered roughly. "You can't take a cold shower, I need you hot so you can fuck me! And anyway, it leaves me alone with our guest."

Ken grinned at me so brightly that my anger vanished instantly in a wave of confusion. 

"It sure does leave you two alone, doesn't it."

I shook my head in confusion. "Well, what am I supposed to do? I need you...here!" And I pulled his hand down and mashed it against my still drooling twat.

He shook his head. "Kathi," he whispered hoarsely, "I'm sure you do need a cock there - but it doesn't have to be mine, does it?"

I gaped at him as I realized what he was saying.

"You want me to fuck Dave?"

Ken smiled his lustful smile and nodded eagerly, wiggling a finger teasingly just inside my pussy lips. "I want to see you do it all," he rasped. "It's time. You're ready for other men - you showed that last night!"

I found myself panting lightly, felt my hips begin to twitch again. "But I want you," I almost whimpered.

"Believe me, baby, you'll get me," Ken told me forcefully. "I expect that watching you fuck Dave is doing to make me hotter than I've ever been in my life."

I looked into his eyes. "Watch us?"

He nodded. "He won't see me...but you'll know I'm there, your special audience of one.

"Kathi, my love, I've watched the two of you - you're like magnets to each other! Like two matches in a box! So go burn, baby, show me your fire!"

I hesitated a moment longer - then threw my arms around him and kissed him urgently and hard. Then I drew back and licked his taste off my lips and smiled at him expectantly.

"This had better get you hot," I told him, "'cause no matter how much I enjoy Dave I expect the fucking of a lifetime from you later!"

Ken chuckled and kissed me on the forehead. "Go on, quick before he bolts," he told me.

I nodded, turned and hurried back to the living room. I stopped just before going in, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I could feel myself starting to tingle at the idea - the next logical step after all, I realized suddenly - and stepped out of the hall into the room.

Dave's head turned my way, and a look of surprise crossed his face. "I didn't think you'd be back so soon," he told me, as he stood up from the love seat. 

I gave him my most dazzling smile. "A good hostess never leaves her guests alone," I purred. "I just wanted to make sure Ken was safely settled for a while."

Dave pulled his eyes away from my breasts - it seemed to pain him to do so, but he was desperately trying not to stare - and looked puzzled. 

"Settled?" he asked softly. "Does he have trouble with showers?"

"No," I replied, matching his low tone, "I just wanted some time to know you...just by myself."

I walked over to where he stood and quickly put my hand back where it had been before, on the bulge of his cock. He instinctively tried to back away but was blocked by the love seat.

"Kathi, I—" he began.

I reached my left hand to his mouth to shush him. "Don't say a word," I whispered. "Just follow my lead. And don't worry about offending Ken. He's all taken care of."

Without removing my right hand from its prize, I quickly rrrippped open the Velcro of my skirt and let it flutter to the floor. Another, higher tug and my nothing of a blouse billowed open. I released my grasp of his cock long enough to shrug the blouse off, then attacked his pants with both hands, quickly opening them and thrusting them down his legs.

Then I reached up and pulled his face down to mine, giving him a long, gentle, probing kiss. He was as breathless as I when I released him and moved back a step, where I pirouetted my now naked self for him once and then faced him, holding my hands out in welcome.

"We can go with just this if you want," I told him softly, "or you can take everything off and be comfortable...like me. Don't worry," I added huskily, "we've got all the time we want."

A mixture of fear and uncertainty and lust shone at me from those eyes of his, and it seemed to me as though he hesitated for hours, though it was really only a couple of seconds. Then slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor with mine. He then managed to slip out of his loafers and pants without bending over, and stood facing me with nothing on but a pair of socks and a grin too silly to be sexy but too sexy to be anything but raw lust.

I cocked my head at the socks, then slowly let my eyes roam from foot to head. I smiled and licked my lips seductively. "Actually, the socks lend an air of mystery," I told him. Then without further ado, I put both of my hands on his hips and sank to my knees in front of him.

The cock that faced me was big...bigger than Ken's, certainly, and bigger than any I had faced down so far. But not overwhelming, no, just an irresistible mouthful...

I let my hands roam all over his hips and abdomen and thighs as I began to lick and suck and play with his tool. He tasted good; it occurred to me after a moment that was because he'd already cum once. I smiled and realized that his staying power would be all the better for that, and in joy redoubled my sucking...not with the intention of making him cum again, but to give him - hell, and me, and Ken, wherever he was watching from! - as much pleasure as possible. I found I couldn't get him all the way into my mouth, but I didn't care. I bobbed happily up and down on what I could manage and was rewarded with a low moan from him as his knees seemed to buckle and he lowered himself to the love seat that had been behind him all this time.

Having the man seated like that is not the best possible position for sucking, and I decided I wasn't finished with that yet - he was nowhere near cuming and the taste and feel of him in my mouth was making me hot as a firecracker! I smiled as I realized the best solution. I stood and directed him silently to turn and lie down on the small couch - then I lifted my leg over his chest and, never taking my eyes off that gorgeous cock lowered my eager pussy toward his mouth.

He took hints well. Lips and tongue sprang into action, quickly teasing my clit and cunt into a lather. I felt his hands gently begin to stroke my ass. Meanwhile, I resumed my assault on his fleshy mast, licking and sucking and drooling and squirming in pleasure at both what I was doing to him and what he was doing to my pussy.

Finally my pussy could be denied no longer. I was feeling only the faintest tremors of good things to cum from his cock, but his action in my behalf had taken me as far as I could go without something long and hard added to the mix.

And something undeniably long enough, and hard enough, stared me in the face.

I rolled off him with still a little regret, moved up and kissed him passionately for close to a minute, then pulled back and whispered,

"It's time for the final course, lover. Do you want a passenger, or do you want to ride me?"

He blinked as my words pushed through his sex-fogged brain, then he smiled and levered himself upward. I smiled back at him.




Loosening the Bonds Ch. 06



"OK," I said silkily, "climb aboard!"

I had already figured which way to lie on the love seat to give Ken the best view of the action from the hall, where I figured he had to be. Dave was no sooner on his feet than I had arranged myself in that position I'd chosen, spread my legs as wide as they'd go, and whispered,

"Fuck me, Dave. Fuck me now. Fuck me good, Dave, give me all you've got!"

He wasted no time; the head of his giant probe was at the portal of my pussy in an instant. I had a moment of fear that he'd be too big for me. I quickly realized (as he entered me in one long, slow, excruciatingly wonderful thrust!) that as well as he had reamed me out with his tongue I was more than ready for everything he had to offer. I thrilled as he bottomed out inside me, his pubes bumping into mine, and I flexed my pussy muscles as much as I could, drinking in the feel of the first cock to penetrate my cunt that wasn't my husband's cock. It felt different, obviously; Dave's cock was thicker, longer than Ken's, and it pushed at me in a different way, sensitizing different sets of pleasure receptors than Ken did. It was delicious, and it was exciting; and just thinking about that huge slab of meat inside me that was not Ken's (but Ken was watching it ravish me and loving me and what I was doing).... Just the thought suddenly sent me over the edge into a gut-wrenching, bouncing orgasm! And Dave hadn't even pulled back yet to start pumping me!

Without conscious thought I wrapped my arms around his back and locked my ankles behind his butt, and used the leverage to begin my own thrusting, up and up and up against his penetrating monster. Finally he began to move, quickly finding the rhythm and the pace I was setting, pulling out and bashing back into my joyously oozing twat with complete abandon, humping me hard and fast and deep. My ankles unlocked under his assault, and I let my legs wave in the air, with my one remaining rational thought remembering to keep Ken's view as clear as possible.

As he continued to thrust in and out, I flexed my pussy muscles first this way, then that way, grabbing, squeezing, milking, and stroking the giant piston that was heating my passions more with every stroke. I could see he liked what I was doing to his cock; waves of joy swept over his face with every squeeze. Then without warning he bent down and started tonguing and sucking at my nipples, first the right, then the left, then back to the right one...

Sparks flew furiously through my sexual wiring as that constant tie between my tits and my twat was turned on again, and suddenly my orgasm started to build higher and higher....

And then I could feel him swelling inside me, hear him starting to puff on top of me, and my continuing orgasm launched like a July Fourth rocket to explode in a riot of color and sensation! I felt Dave explode within me more times than I would ever have believed possible after he had cum earlier. He sustained his pace through all of it, ramming and ramming into me, keeping my flying as high as I'd ever been...until finally, exhausted, we both slowed, coasted...stopped. We lay there, staring into each other's eyes, his huge cock still buried deep inside me, holding us together like a dowel in a hole, warming my insides by its very presence and banking the fires of my lust with its new calmness.

I gently stroked his back with my hands as I lay there trying to catch my breath. He brought one hand up to my face and lovingly brushed my hair back from my eyes, where the violence of our fucking had flung it. He smiled. I smiled back.

"Kathi," Dave told me, still panting slightly, "that was the...best fuck I've...ever had."

I could feel myself blush a little at the compliment. "Aw, you say that to all the girls."

He shook his head slightly. "No, I mean it. You're good." He seemed to consider a moment before asking, 

"Do you fuck a lot of guys other than Ken?"

I chuckled. "Actually, you're the first," I told him. 

"I'm flattered."

"You're wonderful," I told him. "Ken chose well."

"Huh?"

I pecked him on the lips again. "Ken had this all planned, probably from the moment we met earlier this week. He's been, well, broadening my sexual horizons for a while now. All sorts of stuff...like dancing at the strip club that you saw on the video.

"And the time had come for me to get fucked by another man."

Dave cocked his head quizzically. "He really likes you to...spread yourself around?"

I nodded. "Makes him horny as hell."

"You're sure?"

I nodded. "I didn't believe it at first," I told him, "but his passion and... sexual performance... have made it clear beyond any doubt."

"So what, you tell him about it later?"

"Actually, he's always been right there before tonight."

"And tonight?"

I hesitated. "He's watching us, from somewhere."

Dave snorted and shook his head. "Wow."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Wow."

"So what's next?" he asked. "Any chance of an encore sometime? I really was serious, Kathi, you're the best fuck I've ever had. I don't know how Ken can stand to share you."

I smiled, feeling myself blush again. Imagine, I thought, being embarrassed by a compliment, when being naked in front of a roomful of men just made me hot! "I don't know what's next. That's part of the fun for me," I added, "the surprise. The rush. Especially the rush of being watched. And just last night I discovered the absolutely unbelievable rush of having two men at once!"

"Oh?"

I nodded. "It's a long and gloriously horny story, which I'll be glad to tell you some time...because I guarantee you," and I punctuated my verbal guarantee by lovingly squeezing his cock with my pussy muscles, "I guarantee you there will be at least one encore.

"And the sooner the better."

He gave me a pleasingly surprised look, and I could feel him begin to harden again inside me as his eyes lusted over. He kissed me slowly, thoroughly, and passionately, and then fucked me the same way, making it last well into the heat of the night.

I didn't bother to put my clothes on to see Dave out the door. It seemed pointless - what had I to hide when his cock had been inside me for most of the past two hours?

He was fully dressed, though, and looking as natty as he had when he'd arrived. I reached for the door handle as we got to the door...then shook my head and turned back to him, reaching out and pulling him to me. I pulled his face down and lead him into a deep, wet, probing kiss, as sensuous as the one that had begun our second fucking session of the evening. I was rewarded with the feel of his hands on my butt and thighs, lightly rubbing me, reminding me of the wonderful sensations he had given many parts of my body for the longest while.

Finally I pulled back, and we released each other. I took a deep breath and blinked at him, then smiled wanly as I heard him whisper,

"I'm sorry it has to end."

I shook my head slightly. "I can't imagine Ken bringing me this far, to have me stop after just fucking you once. On the other hand," I added, teasing him, "I can somehow imagine Ken wants me to start collecting fucking partners...maybe start a trophy room."

Dave smiled back at me and chuckled as well. "So what will your trophy of me be?" he asked.

"Is it too late to ask you to leave your underpants?"

He laughed out loud at that. "You know, I would have if you'd asked."

I cocked my head at him thoughtfully for a moment, and then felt an impish grin paste itself on my face. "So...I'm asking."

 He stopped laughing and regarded me. "You're serious?"

"Sure. Why not? It'll only take a minute, I'll get to see that magnificent fucking tool of yours again, and...."

"And what?" he prompted when I paused. He'd begun to unfasten his pants.

"And you're going to learn how sexy it feels to go without underpants!"

He seemed taken slightly aback. "Really sexy?"

"Mmmm," I moaned, "it's delicious...just like your cock!" His pants dropped to the floor; I dropped to my knees and had a lip-lock on his cock and my arms around his thighs all in one motion. 

"No, Kathi...no! Please, Kathi," Dave moaned, "come on, please, you've done enough for me tonight...oh, that's wonderful...Kathi, come on, please, oh...aaahh...Ooooh. Kathi, oh, suck it, suck me good, suck me...."

Dave's voice trailed off into incoherent moans and mumbling. I ignored the sounds and just kept sucking and licking. I'd had no intention of giving him more than a quick good night suck...I swirled it around in my mouth, rejoicing in getting it all in for the first time, limp and drooping as it was. For a moment, anyway - then I felt it begin to grow in response to my ministrations, to swell and harden, first to reach the back of my mouth, then to grow bigger, longer than my mouth could handle again, quickly reaching full fucking size and hardness. I heard Dave moaning above me, felt his hands now on the back of my head, gently holding me in place, felt him start to move that glorious tool back and forth, in and out, fucking my mouth as he'd fucked my cunt twice before....

Suddenly I felt his knees begin to wobble. I felt a sudden chill of fear - there was no chair close, if he collapsed, he'd fall to the floor! But his hands held my head in place, even as his knees started to buckle he tried desperately to keep his cock in my mouth....

But then suddenly, I could feel him being held up, supported by some outside force. He stopped fucking my mouth and released my head; I pulled off his cock and sat back on my heels to see Ken holding him up, and looking down at me with an almost angelic smile on his face.

"I don't think Dave's up to standing for the rest of this," Ken said softly. "Why don't I lie him down here on the floor...and then maybe we can all have some fun?"

I licked my lips in delight, smiled and nodded. Carefully Ken started lowering Dave to the floor.

Suddenly Dave, who had seemed frozen in time by Ken's appearance, snapped to himself and almost made Ken loose his balance, "Steady!" Ken said. "Don't you dare toy with my wife! She wants to finish what she started with your cock, and you're going to lie here and take it like a man!"

Dave looked over his shoulder at Ken, his jaw dropping open for a moment; then he half snorted, half laughed in surprise, shaking his head as he let himself be lowered to the floor.

"I almost thought Kathi was putting me on about you," he told Ken as Ken stood up and began to unfasten his own pants. "But apparently you are for real on this sharing thing. And, you know," he said slowly, lust beginning to creep back into his voice, "I think I'm just going to shut up, be grateful and enjoy it!"

Ken had his pants off, and moved down to Dave's feet. "Let's take care of one thing right now while we have a moment," he said quietly, and quickly removed Dave's shoes and pants, then extracted Dave's underpants from the mix and handed them to me.

"I believe this is the trophy you wanted, milady?" he said with a bow.

I stifled a laugh behind one hand, and took the underpants with the other. I brought them to my nose and took a deep sniff.

"Mmmm," I purred, "I'd almost forgotten you unloaded your first shot of cum in these."

I put my left arm through one leg hole of the underpants, pulling them up to my shoulder where I could faintly smell Dave's cum in them. I looked down at Dave sprawled on the floor in front of me, then at Ken beside me, two cocks pointing my way, mine to use and enjoy as I wished. I shivered with excitement. Yes, I'd had two cocks the night before, but it'd been dark in the theater and I really couldn't see either one. Tonight, these two were boldly pointing at me in the fully lit room just waiting for me to decide to start the action....

I gestured to Dave to spread his legs, and moved up between them, still on my knees. On my way, I reached out and grabbed Ken by his cock, pulling him toward me, toward my mouth for a long suck while I mounted Dave....

No! It flashed on me suddenly. I remembered the exquisite look on Mail Girl's face, the unworldly glow in her eyes as she handled two cocks....

I looked from Dave to Ken and back, gauging their sizes, their compatibility....

I smiled at both of them as I decided. "I think it's time to take another small step," I told Ken, pleased at the puzzled look that came to his face. Leaning toward him, I briefly sucked his cock into my mouth, swirling it around half a dozen times before releasing it with a kiss on its bulbous head.

"Go get a nice firm pillow and some K-Y from my nightstand," I told Ken. He looked at me a moment, and then a smile of understanding crossed his face. He turned and headed off to get the things. I turned back to Dave, reached down and caressed his belly just above his rigidly pointing cock. 

"We'll get going here in a minute," I told him, then thought to explain. "This is something I saw in the movie last night, and decided then and there I wanted to try. And, well, I didn't expect the opportunity so soon - but what the hell!"

Ken arrived back quickly with my requests. I took the pillow from him and told Dave, "I'm going to put this under your ass to raise you up a bit, and give us a better target." Dave's eyebrows raised a bit, but a bemused look that had settled on his face remained there - I don't think he cared much by then what I did, as long as it got his cock back inside me!

With the pillow under him, Dave's cock pointed skyward like a huge tree. I leaned over and gave him one long, delicious suck, then stood up and told him to put his legs together. As he did, his cock seemed to rise even more toward the ceiling.

"Ready?" I asked Ken. "I'll try and hold as still as I can until you're all the way in, but with Dave's cock already in the other side...."

Ken smiled and squished some jelly out on his fingers. "Don't worry, Kathi," he told me huskily, "my aim is still pretty good."

I blew him a kiss and smiled, then straddled Dave and quickly squatted. I grabbed his cock and pressed it against my cunt lips, aiming it instinctively and then pushing down on it, feeling it enter me, big and full, for the third time that evening. By now it almost felt like it belonged there, like it had been a part of me all my life, no longer the cock of a near stranger, but a welcome, filling friend.

I gave out an involuntary sigh of delight as he bottomed out, in me nearly to my womb, deeper than he had penetrated when he was on top. I couldn't help myself - I twitched my hips around in delight at having a cock back inside my cunt - but then fought for control, remembering what was to come, what I wanted from Ken.

I lowered myself onto Dave's chest, bringing my face right in front of his once more, then steeled myself for what I knew was coming, the...

...the COLD feel of the K-Y as Ken rubbed it around, and into my asshole! It only lasted a moment, though then the cold subsided and it simply reveled in Ken's fingers working on me, probing into my hole, getting it as slippery as he could for what was to come.

I looked over my shoulder when he stopped, trying to see him. "Put some on yourself, too," I called out.

"Mmm-hmm."

I turned back to Dave below me. "Put your hands on my tits, would you please?" I asked him." Just hold them, keep them warm - make them part of this." Dave nodded in assent.

Then I felt Ken's hands on my back as he arranged himself at my back door, and then only one hand as he used the other to aim himself... And then a pressure at my asshole that quickly turned to a battering ram as Ken forced his way inside!

At first it hurt, not a screaming, tearing hurt like I had almost feared, but more the pain of a cramped muscle stretching back into shape. But the pain didn't last long...and then an overwhelming sensation of fullness took hold of me as Ken pushed more and more of his cock in. Then he was all the way in, and I felt like I was stuffed to the eyeballs!

But it was wonderful! The sensation in my ass was nothing like having a cock in my cunt, but as both men started to twitch, to move ever so slightly in their respective sockets, I suddenly felt myself begin to soar, to climb the path to orgasm as fast or faster than I'd ever climbed before. Because as they moved in me, they also pushed against each other with only the thin inner walls of my ass and cunt between them!

"Mmmm," I moaned, "Ooooh, aaahh, that's soooo goooooood...." 

As Ken pulled slowly out the back door, it pulled me slightly up on Dave's fucking tool, but I quickly found it wasn't enough to keep the dual fuck sensation going. I tried moving my own hips slightly upward, then down, getting into a rhythm with Ken's fucking motions after a couple of moments and finding myself searing higher and higher with the fantastic pleasure of being fucked from both ends at once! Up and out...the two cocks withdrew, rubbing my inner walls, stimulating sensitive nerve endings, sort of pinching the sexual sensation receptors between the two cocks and driving me 'way past wild! In, out, in, out, never getting very fast but slowly and relentlessly driving me insane with sensation! It was like the entire middle section of my body was alive with sexual tension, and the two cocks were winding the spring tighter with each stroke! Dave kept his hands on my tits, mostly just holding and caressing them, but sometimes, instinctively, I guess, kneading and rubbing them. As usual this caused the feeling of sex to spread from my crotch and ass straight up my belly to my breasts. It come so close to enveloping my whole body in a fog of sexual delight that I could feel my breathing start to come in gasps, feel my heart racing and my internal steam pressure rising, rising, rising to the point of explosion....

And then I did explode, the biggest, grandest, most fantastic orgasm of my life crashing down on me as I felt first Ken tense and them cum in my ass, with Dave moaning and gasping and exploding in my cunt moments later. I could feel the cum splashing into my insides, feel it smashing at the sensitive walls inside my nether regions, literally feel the cum hitting my insides from two ends at once as the men came and came, seeming as excited as teenagers finishing their first fucks! 

I heard Ken moan behind me, then felt a pressure on my back as he lay down gently against my back. It wasn't enough to smash me down into Dave, but a warm, reassuring weight, a weight that also had hands that stroked and petted me and made the crashing fireworks of my orgasm continue to spark and glitter both under my skin and in front of my eyes. I felt lips against mine, and without a second thought I responded, allowing Dave's tongue to slither into my mouth, dueling with my tongue, spreading even further the warm glow that already stretched from my ass and cunt up through the tits Dave was still fondling. The tits that he had never for a moment abandoned even at the height of his own orgasm.

Then, even as I continued my lip-lock with Dave, I could hear Ken whispering in my ear,

"You were just fantastic, Kathi. Some day you have got to do this with two other guys so I can watch you."

I smiled as best I could without letting go Dave's tongue. Ken was amazing! Here, even in the throes of the greatest orgasm I, and possibly he and I had ever had, he was planning more sex for me!

And not just more sex, I realized suddenly, but sex with more than one other man at a time!

I slowly released Dave's tongue back to his keeping, and followed up our deep French session with a tender peck on the lips; then I turned my head as best I could back to Ken, and whispered,

"You're just not going to let my life get dull, are you?"

He snickered lightly in my ear. "You wouldn't want me to, would you?"




Loosening the Bonds Ch. 06



"Mmmm," I moaned lightly. "Not as long as sex is the spice you keep using!"

"Deal," Ken whispered with obvious delight. "Ah, Kathi - one more thing—"

"Hmmm?"

"After all this, you think you can handle one more fuck tonight? After I get cleaned up from being in your ass, I mean," he added hastily.

"Mmmmm," I purred. "I think I can be talked into it. If you think you can still get it up."

I heard a deep sigh of contentment. "Kathi, you don't know how long I've been waiting for the chance to fuck you while another man's cum is still fresh in your cunt."

"Aaahh," I murmured. "Is that what you've been wanting? Well, right now you get the whole cock along with the cum," I told him, "but I suspect Dave won't mind if I pull his stopper out of my hole." I looked down at my lover for most of the evening, and saw and heard closed eyes and steady breathing. "I think he's fast asleep."

"Poor baby," Ken whispered in my ear, then put his loving hands around me and displaced Dave's hands on my tits. "Doesn't know what he's missing."

"After three times," I whispered tartly, "I somehow think he's got a hint."

Ken's only answer was to slowly pull his diminishing cock out of my ass, then scramble to his feet and head for the bathroom.

I gave Dave a tender peck on the nose, then pulled myself up and off of him as gently as I could. I needn't have worried - I think I could have whistled Dixie and bounced on him and he wouldn't have awakened. I really wore him out, I thought to myself, but what a way to go!

I was no sooner on my feet than Ken was back from the bathroom and taking me by the hand.

"C'mon, Kathi," he whispered urgently, "come on, I can't wait!"

I felt my eyes widen at the strainingly erect state of his cock. "Whew, you aren't kidding!" I sighed and reached out my hand to grab his member, but he danced away.

"No, I want it in your cunt," he said, "and fast!"

I realized Ken was pulling me toward the bedroom, but from the look of his cock I didn't think he could wait long enough to get there - and I didn't want to wait, either! I could feel that my pussy was a soaked, sloppy mess, drooling Dave's cum and my own down my inner thighs...but suddenly, even after having had one or the other cock stuffed into it repeatedly all day, I just had to have this one more stuffing, this one more fucking! Sex with Dave had been great; sex with Dave and Ken had been mind-blowing. But right now a fast, hard one-on-one with my husband, my lover, my love, that would just seal the day and make it all perfect!

All this flashed through my mind - and my cunt - in an instant. Then I realized what we were going to do, and I pulled back against Ken's tug.

"No," I told Ken, "not the bedroom. Here, on the couch. Quick!"

I pulled away from Ken and in an instant had thrown myself on the couch and spread my legs. Ken barely hesitated in following me to the couch - and didn't hesitate at all in shoving his engorged cock into my cunt!

It went in all the way in one quick thrust, sliding through the pussy juices and the cum like a well oiled piston. And then Ken started pistoning in and out of me like a man possessed! I looked up at him and found him watching my face intently, the look of lust and love in his features so intense it started shivers waving up and down my spine! Ken was supporting himself above me with both arms out straight, like the top of a pushup, so I brought my own hands up to my tits and kneaded them roughly, causing the shivers to spread from by spine to my chest and cunt. And though I'd had almost more orgasms that day than I could remember, I quickly found myself panting, found myself thrusting my crotch up at Ken, matching his thrusts as yet another orgasm boiled quickly to the surface, caused my whole body to start twitching and jerking and bouncing....

Then I heard Ken gasping above me, saw him quiver and stiffen, felt him stiffen even more inside my sloppy, slippery love tunnel....

And then he exploded, sending his cum gooshing to join Dave's inside me, filling me even more and making some of the gooey mixture ooze out and adding to the messiness of my crotch. But I couldn't have cared less, because the feel of Ken's cum spurting into me, mixing with Dave's pushed me over the brink as well, and yet another orgasm gripped me and shook me and tried to turn me inside out with ecstasy! And still Ken kept pumping, slowing a little but pumping in and out like he didn't want it to end, as quickly as it had gone - it felt like less than a minute since he had stuffed himself into me!

I found myself floating in a hazy glow, feeling warm and sexy and powerful all at once. I knew suddenly that this fantastic day had been the best I could remember, almost even better that my wedding day, because I was so much more in control, and had taken on - and surmounted, and mounted - not only a husband, but a second lover too! And it was all because Ken was who he was, not only willing but eager for me to share the joy of sex with others, that I felt more free and alive than I'd ever felt before! And ready to take on more sex, with more men, as soon as Ken and I could work out the details!

Ken had collapsed gently onto my chest; I kissed him tenderly on the ear that was within reach, and whispered to him,

"As many other men as you want, lover. If we can both have this much fun with just one more guy, why not whatever comes along?"

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Tammy stared at me, trying to act cool--but I could see the tiniest bit of drool at the corner of her mouth.

"You actually did it," she little more than breathed. "You fucked another man."

I smiled. "Yeah, the first of many," I told her. "Tammy, how could I not? Ken was so-- loving! Turned on! He was right there with me, all the time, even if he wasn't in the room. I mean, this whole thing means so much so him...."

"God, Kathi, what did you ever do to deserve a husband like him?"

I sighed, and shook my head. "I don't know. Sometimes I think I don't deserve him, either." I grinned at my best friend crookedly. "Why, you beginning to think that maybe you will help me with his birthday fuck?"

Tammy chuckled evilly. "I'm definitely thinking about it, near-sister."

"Then let me give you some more previews...."

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Just a reminder that these brief snippets of conversation between Tammy and Kathi will make a lot more sense if you go back and start with Chapter One. This is, after all, a novel.



Loosening the Bonds Ch. 07



A reminder that this is a novel, folks, and for the sake of continuity, you should start with Chapter One and read your way through. Besides, you may just enjoy yourself. On the other hand, if all you want is one-shot sex, have at it!

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was the middle of the next week when Ken came home with another package.

"Hmmm," I said coyly, looking from him to the box, "Have you been doing some planning again?"

He smiled that sexy little smile of his at me. "Well," he said, "a little planning...but also a lot of thinking."

"About what?"

"About how fantastic things were when you took over the planning!" he told me with a huge grin, opened the box and handed me a pair of surprisingly lovely cowboy... well, cowgirl... boots.

I took the boots, looked from then to Ken and back again. "I know we've been dressing me in as little as possible," I told him dryly, "but this may be a wee bit too little."

His grin remained. "Actually, I was thinking of those as just as accent to that hot outfit you came up with," he said. "The jeans-and-T-shirt number? Thongs were great for that bar and theater, but the boots'll fit in much better at where I was thinking of for tonight."

I shivered slightly and smiled back at Ken. "So you want to take your cowgirl out tonight, eh?" I asked. "So, cowpoke, how'd you know my pussy's been itching all afternoon?"

Ken chuckled. "I've been trying to make that a constant state of being for you," he said.

"You have!"

"But about me taking you out...." His voice trailed off.

I looked at him for a moment before that registered. "You...want me to go out ...alone?"

He held my eyes for the longest moment before I saw the grin on his face change from boyish excitement to sly and sexy. "Well...." he said teasingly.

I took a step closer to him. "Come on!" I said urgently. "I thought the excitement for you was in the watching! Besides," I added more quietly, "I don't know if I could be bold and sexy without you there to see."

He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me close, kissing me on the forehead. "Don't worry, love, I'll be there. You're right, I wouldn't miss watching for a moment!

"But what I was thinking was...how about if you act like you're there alone? See what kind of a stud my cowgirl can rope in?"

The smile slowly came back to my face as I turned the idea over in my head. A night of acting single while really being together? I found my mouth beginning to water at the possibilities....

"Mmmmm, it does sound good at that," I purred. "You have a place in mind?"

Ken nodded. "The Meat Market."

I started a bit. "What is that?"

Ken smiled again. "A country theme singles place. 'Where fillies and studs go to find each other' is their motto. Pretty good food, I hear, so we won't even have to have dinner first. You just have to get ready, set, go!"

I returned Ken's grin at that. I could tell he was already ready, set.... "Wait a minute," I said on that thought, "won't you need to look country, too?"

He nodded. "You bet, but I don't want to look so good some filly tries to pick me up. I'll just change into jeans and a flannel shirt, and maybe some sneakers to spoil the effect."

It was my turn to chuckle. "You sly dog," I told him.

We both went into the bedroom to change. I put the boots beside the bed and started to pull out my clothes, then was struck by a thought.

"You know, Ken," I said thoughtfully, "I think maybe the snap-up jeans skirt might be a bit too much for a country place. They look more city streets than country roads."

Ken looked at me. "Believe me, Kathi, I trust your judgment. You got something else more appropriate?"

I smiled. "I think so. While I was out shopping for the snap-up model, it was taking to long to find what I wanted that I got a different denim skirt in case I never did find the right one. And I think that actually this one looks more country-ish."

I pulled the new skirt out of the drawer and showed him. Ken looked at it for a moment, then liked his lips and asked,

"Does that do what I think it does?"

I nodded with a grin. "Let me put it on and show you."

It was a matter of moments to drop my pants and pull the skirt on. The same short length as the other one, this one zipped up and belted at the waist...but flared out like a cheerleader's skirt from there down. I could hear Ken's breathing get a bit ragged as I pirouetted for him and the skirt rose obligingly to show off all my charms underneath.

"You like it?"

Ken nodded and licked his lips again. "It's perfect," he whispered.

I gave him a sly grin. "It's even better than that," I told him. "Watch this."

I turned my back to him and bent over as though to pull on a shoe...and was rewarded with a gasp as Ken found himself looking at most of my pussy hanging out for inspection as the flared shirt rode up over my ass. 

I stood up and turned back to him. "You like it now?" I asked.

I was answered by the look of lust on his face and the silent nod he gave me. "I'm ... speechless," he said at last.

I grinned at him. "Well, then, don't say anything, just finish changing and let's get going!"

Ken nodded, and went about just that, while I found my shortie T-shirt from the other night and put it on, then stepped into the boots. They were only ankle-high, soft as silk inside and a perfect fit. I turned to find Ken just tucking in his flannel shirt.

"Ready-set?" I asked him.

"Ready-set," he said brightly.

"Then let's go!"  

WE PULLED into the parking lot of the Meat Market and Ken parked off to one side, as usual in a semi-hidden area. "Well," he asked after stopping the engine, "what's our story?"

I smiled at Ken before answering. On the way, he'd explained to me that, while he'd planned the location and the general scheme, he hoped I could join in the planning by filling in the details. I'd hashed over half a dozen schemes in my mind as Ken drove, but in the end decided to go with my first instinct.

"You're off with a client for the evening," I told Ken. "You often have these boring evening business meetings, and since I don't like staying home alone, I have you drop me off someplace where I can have some fun. I always find my own way home, so I'm not expecting you to pick me up or anything. It's the first time I've been to this place, I just picked it out at random."

Ken nodded. "Sounds good to me," he said.

"And," I added, "I'm definitely leaving my wedding ring on. I don't want someone to hit on me thinking I'm single – I want them to know up front there's a husband around somewhere."

Ken smiled at that. "Good choice, I think," he told me. "Besides, it should increase the thrill factor."

I gave him a puzzled look.

"There's thousands of guys who hit on single girls," he said in clarification. "But there aren't many who hit on married women – and those who do are usually a lot more serious, and a lot more fun."

I nodded in understanding, then looked deep into Ken's eyes. "You're sure, now." I asked. "You're sure you want me picking up a total stranger?"

Ken only nodded.

"And you're sure you'll be able to see well enough from across the crowd?"

Ken smiled. "I'll just have to do my best. Remember, this is a work in progress, Kathi, no detailed planning, just follow your instincts. Forget about me or you won't be able to act naturally. And I'll see you at home later."

He leaned toward me for a kiss, and I slid across the seat to supply him. It was a warm and lingering kiss...I could feel myself starting to heat up toward the end.... But then Ken suddenly broke it off and gave me a little push toward the door.

"Go knock 'em dead," he told me.

I smiled lightly and got out of the car, then crossed the parking lot and headed inside. Ken would follow a bit later.

The place was big inside, and surprisingly crowded for a midweek. Country music rocked from one corner, a sort of semi-separate room, where dancers were energetically doing musical calisthenics about the well-lit area, and maybe do-se-doing for all I knew. On the far opposite side of the place in a similar but more dimly-lit semi-separate room I could see couples hanging on to each other and slow dancing around the floor. In between, where I was, the lighting was somewhere between the two extremes, and a well-defined path led between tables of diners toward what was clearly the bar, all the way at the back.

I headed down the aisle toward the bar, noticing in my peripheral vision heads turning my way and hearing more than one sharp intake of breath as I went. I smiled to myself; the layout of the place was perfect to get someone noticed as they first came in! And apparently my outfit was nicely doing the job of getting me that notice.

As I got to the bar I didn't have to wait for service, either; the bartender could see anyone coming down the aisle well in advance.

"What can I get you, ma'am," he drawled.

"Burger plate and a beer," I told him; I'd noticed a sign advertising that combination on the way in. He nodded; I couldn't quite tell if he was staring at me or just looked distracted.

"First time here?" he asked, and when I nodded, he went on, "thought so. Table service on the food, I'll have it out to you in a couple, but if you want a refill on the beer..." which he finished drawing and handed to me, "...you'll have to come back here. Any table you want, I'll find ya."

I gave him a smile and turned with my beer to find a table. There were a couple of tables open off toward the slow-dance room; I wove my way in that direction. I took note of who was occupying the tables as I passed. It seemed it pretty well divided between men and women; a few couples, but mostly one or two men or women together at a table, busily engaged in checking out who was at other tables rather than who or what was happening at their own. Table shopping, I thought to myself, then chuckled silently.

Well, it is a singles joint, I reminded myself, it's not like they come here for the food, no matter how good the food is.

I reached an empty table and noted with satisfaction that all the occupants of the tables surrounding it were men. I put the beer down and pulled a chair out at an angle, so when I sat it was sideways to the table and facing the bar. I started to cross my legs but then thought better of it; don't want to show off too much too soon, I chided myself.

I could feel as well as see the guys at the tables around me staring at me while trying not to, and smiled to myself happily. Then, as a test, I held my left hand up in front of my face and conspicuously checked my wedding ring; I could almost hear the audible sigh as the men took me off their radar and went back to their looking.

I sipped my beer for a couple of minutes before my burger arrived, a really delicious smelling fat thing with a huge platter of fries. The bartender also left me the tab with the food, and I noted the inscription on the back, pay as you leave. I looked at the amount due – not bad, considering how much food this is! – then turned my chair back toward the table to address my burger more directly. 

Instead of my burger, I found myself looking at the crotch of a tight pair of jeans standing right beside my table. I followed them up, past a muted flannel shirt and a hand holding a mug of beer, to a good looking face decorated with a pair of the liveliest green eyes I'd ever seen. Both the eyes, and the mouth below them, were smiling at me in a wistful sort of way that sent a thrill of excitement down my spine.

When the man didn't seem about to speak after a full fifteen seconds, I decided to break the ice.

"There is a second chair at this table," I told him softly.

His wistful smile turned to a grin, but his eyes didn't budge from their feasting on my body. "Thank'ya. Ma'am," he said politely, "wanted to be sure you was lookin' for company afore I set down."

He put his beer on the table and pulled the second chair around to where he sat, placing it backwards to the table and leaning on its back as he sat. 

I couldn't help smile at him; there was something about his voice and manner that just screamed sincerity. He genuinely wouldn't have sat if he hadn't been invited! I marveled.

"Well, I wasn't actively looking for company," I told him with a chuckle, "but I'm glad to have it just the same."

"Thought ya looked a mite lonely," he said with a knowing nod. "I'm pretty lonely myself. Only my second night in town, and the buddy I'm stayin' with had to go to some business meetin'. He suggested this as a good place to meet up with someone, and I'm thinkin' he was right now I met up with you."

I laughed softly. "What's funny?" he asked.

"My husband told me the same thing about this place, when he dropped me here on the way to his business meeting," I said lightly, slightly emphasizing husband to give the guy a chance to back off quickly if he wanted. Instead, his face cracked into a huge grin and he shook his head.

"Hot dawg," he said, "guess this is our lucky night then! We can keep each other company while other folks tend to business!"

I stared at him a moment, then laughed outright. "Sounds good to me," I said at last through my subsiding laughter. 

"So...what's your name?"

The light wasn't the best but I could still see him blush a bit. "Aw, shoulda told ya that right off, shouldn't I? Names Jim, Jim Thomas."

"Kathi Collins," I told him as I reached out to shake his hand. Instead of shaking my hand, though, he held it as though it was something precious, then leaned over and kissed it gently.

"Kathi," he repeated softly as he let go of my hand, then again, "Kathi," as if tasting my name. "Suits ya. Strong and pretty."

I mulled that for a moment as I picked up my burger. "Tell me about yourself?" I asked, then started eating.

"Not too much to tell," he said with a shrug. "Just got into town like I said. Got a job that starts up next Monday, and I'm staying' with an ol' buddy a mine while I hunt out an apartment. Family's way back in Knoxville, don't know anyone here 'cept the guy I'm bunkin' with and the guy who hired me."

"I can see why you'd be lonely," I commented between bites.

"Yeah," he replied. "'Course it's the same any time ya take a new job somewhere away from home. Takes a while to find some friends. Ya just hope ya can find someone like you who's willin' to spend some time while ya look."

"Well," I told him, "I've got all evening. My husband's always real late getting back from these meetings, so I just get myself home however I can.

"Well, shoot, I've got wheels, I can take ya home whenever you're ready," Jim said happily.

I nodded. "I just might take you up on that," I purred, "later." I'd finished about half the burger and found myself full. I offered the rest to Jim.

"You sure?" he asked, and when I told him I was sure, he took it and smacked his lips slightly. "Had one earlier, and they are tee-rific! Thanks."

We munched companionably for the next few minutes, Jim eating the lion's share of the fries as well. Finally we were down to our beers, and Jim straightened in his backward chair and looked at me.

"Like to dance?"

I cocked my head a moment, then glanced between the two dance rooms and back to Jim.

"Sure," I told him, " but I don't know any of the fast stuff down there. It'll have to be the slow room."

Jim grinned again. "That woulda been my first choice anyway, Kathi," he told me as he stood and held out his hand for mine, then led me toward the darkened dance hall.

There wasn't a moment of hesitation or uneasiness as he wrapped his arms around me and began to move us with the music. I felt his right hand warm against the skin of my bare back between shirt and skirt, and leaned warmly against his chest, making sure with each breath to rub my breasts against him through the thin material of our shirts. After a couple of minutes I felt his left hand, which had been caressing my shoulder, move slowly downward until it gently rubbed against the bare skin of my thigh, below my brief skirt.

My breath caught momentarily in my throat, then I felt myself sigh. I pressed my crotch closer against his, both in thanks, and in the hope that his left hand would take the hint and become at least a bit bolder. I quickly found that Jim was no dummy; first his fingertips, then his whole palm began to caress my thigh, moving slowly but steadily upward under my skirt.

I held Jim as tight as I could, nearly plastering myself to him in the dimness. Abruptly I became aware that he was moving his right hand from my back. I felt it trailing around me, then gently wedging its way between us, first at my tummy, then quickly but gently moving up and under my T-shirt until his hand was filled with my left tit, which he proceeded to squeeze and rub in a most arousing way.

I tilted my head back a little and whispered up at him,

"You sure don't waste any time letting a girl know how you feel."

Jim's grin almost seemed wicked in the darkness as he whispered back, "Shoot, Kathi, I'm just teasin' ya a bit, so ya don't miss your husband so much."

"Mmmmm," I moaned softly, "I could take this kind of teasing all night."

His left hand was confining itself to my ass and thigh, but Jim's right hand on my breast was causing my usual response of bringing my pussy to attention anyway. We must have continued to sway to the music for nearly half an hour as I felt the tension mounting higher and higher in my twat – which I rubbed with as much vigor as I could against Jim's obviously bulging crotch – before I gently broke off the caress and whispered to Jim, a bit unsteadily,

"I love this, but let's take a beer break, OK?"

Jim nodded and led me back to our table, then took both mugs to the bar for refills. I had collected myself a bit by the time he returned.

"Where'd you learn to dance like that?" I asked as he sat down, turning the chair the right way this time and moving it as close to me as he could. I wasn't surprised to feel a hand caressing my bare legs and inner thighs almost before he was fully down.

"I dunno really, it just seems to come natural," he replied lightly, and took a deep draught from his beer. I smiled and did the same, and found myself feeling slightly light-headed and with a growing feeling of need in my body. Not just in my pussy, but in my whole body.

I quickly finished the beer, and while Jim was doing the same, I asked, 

"Dance some more?"

He nodded silently, and led me back to the floor. No stealth or hesitation this time, his hands went back to my thigh and breast, but reversed this time, to give the right breast and left thigh equal time. I couldn't be sure, but it seemed to me that the bulge of cock in his pants was even larger as I rubbed against it now in increasing urgency.

I was nearly ready to either scream out in frustration or cum right there when Jim suddenly leaned down and whispered in my ear.

"You 'bout teased enough now, Kathi? Or ya want to go have another beer and dance some more?"

I took a deep breath that I could feel shudder in my chest, then, panting slightly, answered,

"Maybe a little fresh air would be a good idea."

Jim smiled at me, then led me from the floor, scooping up my meal ticket from our table as we passed. Our brief pause at the cashier on the way out seemed to me to take forever, then we were outside in the parking lot, and Jim was leading me to his car.

His pickup truck, I corrected myself as we arrived. I was shivering slightly as we climbed in – the sun had gone down as we danced and my outfit was no match for the cool breeze that had sprung up. Jim noticed my shivers and started the engine, turning the heater on as he did so.




Loosening the Bonds Ch. 08



Welcome to the latest chapter in Kathi and Ken's journey to enlightened, open marriage. For the sake of continuity, you should start with Chapter One and read your way through. Some things will make a lot more sense, especially the snippets of conversation at the end between Kathi and her best friend, Tanny; besides, you may just enjoy yourself. On the other hand, if all you want is one-shot sex, have at it!

CHAPTER EIGHT

"ARE YOU sure you want me to come in?" Jim asked again as we got out of his truck and headed for my front door.

I pulled his right arm tighter around me – which also served to hide the fact I hadn't put my T-shirt back on – and patted his hand.

"I'm positive," I reassured him as I unlocked the door. "Ken should be home soon, and I really want him to meet the guy who made me feel so...comfortable...all evening.

"Besides, what's there for you to go home to? Your buddy's off working, too, right?" A sudden inspiration struck me as I led Jim in through the door, and I went on, "In fact, why don't you spend the night? We've got a lusciously comfy couch. I know Ken will be more than happy to have you stay, as a thank you from us to you." And there'll be nothing for Ken to watch if you bolt now, I reminded myself. For emphasis, I flipped on the overhead light and turned to face Jim, throwing my chest out at him ever so slightly. 

"Well...if you're sure...." Jim licked his lips and stared at my chest as if to reassure himself or convince himself. Then he suddenly straightened and smiled at me. "Yeah, Ok, Kathi. Like I said earlier, I'll do just about anything for you." He walked over to me, bent over and solemnly planted a kiss on each tit, then stood up and gave me a big wink. "Even if you put your shirt back on."

We stared at each other for a moment, then both of us burst out laughing at the absurdity of my needing a shirt after we'd done just about everything short of fuck each other already.

As our laughter began to subside I suddenly heard a key in the front door lock and felt a thrill of excitement run through me. Now the real excitement starts, I thought to myself. Out loud, I told Jim,

"See, what did I tell you, here's Ken now." I left Jim standing in the middle of the room and quickly went to the front door to meet Ken. As the door opened I greeted him with a husky, "Hi, lover!" and threw my arms around him in a fierce hug.

As he hugged me back, I whispered in his ear, "Your timing is perfect," and gave him a peck of a kiss on the cheek, then stepped back and pulled him into the house.

"Ken, you've got me meet someone. This is Jim Thomas. Jim, this is my husband Ken."

Ken walked toward Jim with his right hand extended as I reached out and pushed the door shut. "Jim, is it?" I heard Ken say. "A pleasure. Any friend of Kathi is a friend of mine."

"Well, we're pretty new friends...." Jim began, but I cut in as I walked over to the two men.

"Ken, Jim was the only man in the whole place who was willing to keep me company. But he said he was lonely, too, and so we just danced and talked the whole evening. Jim is one great guy, I think you're really going to like him."

"Aw, shucks, Kathi, I'da done twice what I did for someone as nice as you."

Ken turned to me and said, "Jim sounds like a real good catch, Kathi." He gave me a big smile. "I knew you'd find someone special at that place.

"So Jim, can we get you a nightcap?"

"Ken, I told Jim he could spend the night on our couch. It seems the guy he's been staying with is out at a big business do tonight just like you were."

Ken's eyes sparkled. "Sure!" he said and turned to Jim. "Splendid idea. Then we'll have a chance to talk before I turn in." Suddenly he sounded exhausted, and walked over to sit wearily in the single chair by our TV set, motioning Jim to take the love seat.

"I'll get us all something to drink," I said brightly.

"Just a small beer for me, honey," Ken called after me, and then continued to tell Jim, though loud enough I could hear as well, "these evening business sessions just take it out of me. I'm bushed."

Ken's voice dropped and I lost a bit of the conversation as I quickly poured three beers and carried them back to the TV area.

"...your Kathi sure does have a great sense of humor," Jim was saying. "She takes teasin' real good, and knows how to tease a guy right back, too."

Ken nodded knowingly. "So Kathi teased you a little, did she?"

"You got the right of that one, Ken, she sure is a good little teaser." I handed Jim his glass and headed over to give Ken his beer.

Ken smiled as I stood beside him and looked at my bare breasts as if noticing them for the first time since arriving home. "You know, Jim, it's too bad she didn't tease you a lot."

Jim looked puzzled. "Why's that?"

Ken smiled broadly, took the beer glass from my hand and downed about half of it. "Because," he said softly, "Kathi is a great cock sucker. I think you would have loved it."

I gave Ken a kidding kind of slap on the shoulder and said with a laugh, "Oh, come on now Ken, you don't want to give Jim the wrong idea, do you?"

Ken looked from my breasts to Jim's face, and smiled again. "No, I wouldn't," he said, still softly. Then he drained his glass and stood up. 

"Well, that's it for me, I've got to get to bed. I'm bushed and have an early call tomorrow. Good night, Jim, pleasure to have met you."

As Ken headed for the bedroom, I walked over to Jim. "Why don't you move over to the couch there, and I'll go get some blankets for you. The phone's there by the couch, too, if you want to call your buddy." I took a long swallow of my beer, then started off after Ken.

Ken met me at our bedroom door. "Well, did I find a good one?" I whispered, and Ken grinned.

"The best," he whispered back. "How'd it go after you left the bar?"

"Mmmm," I purred, remembering, "he knows where all my buttons are without even being told. Oh, Ken, he got me so hot so fast...."

"And?"

I smiled sexily. "And I sucked him within an inch of his life, and he drove me home. And that's where we are up to now."

Ken looked at me searchingly for a long moment. "Would you like to fuck him?"

I could feel my heart begin to pound in my chest. "Are you sure you want me to," I whispered urgently, "fuck total stranger?"

Ken only nodded.

I grinned in a combination of excitement and relief. "I won't make you ask twice," I told him excitedly. "It'll be my pleasure! And yours, of course, while you watch."

Ken pulled me to him and gave me a deep, passionate but quick kiss. "I think we'll all enjoy this evening," he said as we pulled apart.

I sighed, and nodded. "I'd better get those blankets out there before he gets suspicious," I said.

As I was grabbing the blankets, Ken said thoughtfully, "Who don't you get those boots off, Kathi? You don't want things getting in the way, after all."

I started, and realized he was right, so kicked the boots off and headed for the living room. Jim was sitting on the end of the couch, stripped down to his shorts and just finishing his beer. I put the blankets on the back of the couch and stood right in front of him with my legs spread enticingly far apart, and just cocked my head questioningly at him. He smiled and reached out with both hands, caressing my thighs briefly before moving on to finger the target he'd been denied earlier – my steaming pussy.

I sighed deeply as his fingers expertly diddled me, rapidly raising a froth in the juices collected there. Then, suddenly, he stopped and stood up, moving me back a step, and quickly dropped his briefs, stepping out of them and moving to kick them over with the rest of his clothes. I intercepted him, though, bent down and picked them up, raising then to my nose for a long sniff, then tucked them under the waistband of my skirt.

"I collect them," I told him huskily.

I looked furtively toward the hallway as if to check whether Ken was there. Then without further word, I sank to my knees, reaching out to gently caress Jim's cock with my hands as I went. I studied the beautiful thing closely for a few moments; then I impetuously leaned forward and sucked it deep into my mouth and quickly fell into a fast fucking motion. In, out, in, out, quite different than what I had done for Jim earlier – but apparently just as satisfying, as I heard Jim moan softly, then reach both hands down to maul my boobs.

It only took moments for the hot wiring from my breasts to send my pussy into ecstasy, turning up my sexual heat and making me start to shiver with the anticipation of having the cock I was now sucking stuffed into my cunt. I sure hope Ken's getting a great view of this, I thought briefly. Then I felt myself get hotter, hotter, and thought I could feel Jim's cock begin to stiffen in my mouth....

I forced myself to pull back, to let his cock fall from my mouth, and stoodup, panting and a bit shaky. I put my hands out to steady myself and felt the wonderful smoothness of Jim's chest. I forced myself to relax, and sighed contentedly.

"Why'd ya stop?" Jim asked with remarkable restraint.

I took a breath, and once more looked toward the hall. "I want to check on Ken," I told Jim, "make absolutely certain he's all settled for the night before we go any farther."

Jim smiled and nodded, but then as I turned and started for the hall, he gently grabbed my hand. I turned back and looked at him questioningly.

"Kathi, ah, just one thing afore you go...."

"Hmmm?"

He smiled shyly and started to blush. "It's not that I don't believe you, and you sure as shootin' don't owe it to me," he hedged. "But...well, before you go, could I just get my whang up there in your pussy for just a li'l minute? Y'know, in case...well, in case you can't come back."

I hesitated a moment, almost overwhelmed by Jim's sweet personality – his country charm? – then nodded yes with a smile. Then after another furtive glance toward the hall – you had better be watching this, husband of mine! – I told Jim,

"Quick, lie down on the couch."

Jim moved as fast as I'd seen him move to comply. I quickly bunched up my skirt and lifted one leg to step up and over him, then squatted down. Jim grabbed his own cock to align it with my pussy, and I sank down on him in one swift motion.

It was unbelievable! Only the third cock ever to enter my cunt, and as completely different from the other two as they had been from each other. Hard! Harder than Ken's or Dave's had ever gotten, and Jim wasn't nearly ready to cum. Not too long, not too thick, but far from average, I was sure. I rested there pubes-to-pubes with him, reveling in the feeling of fullness and warmth I was feeling.

"Sweet Gawd, Kathi, yer cunnie's even tighter than yer mouth!" Jim gasped after a moment.

I smiled down at him, and moved up and down his shaft a couple of slow times. Jim's eyes closed in delight. Then, even though neither he nor I wanted me to I slowly lifted myself off his steel-hard shaft, and stood up again beside the couch.

"I've really got to check on Ken," I told him softly, then headed toward the hall.

Ken was there, stark naked and just far enough back to be hidden in the shadows. I kissed him quickly and whispered, "Well, get an eyeful so far?"

He shivered in delight and nodded, but added quietly, "But you've got to get that skirt off, Kathi, it's really just in the way now."

"Don't you think that'll look a little strange?"

Ken shrugged. "It's your house, you can dress or undress as you please."

I considered that a moment then nodded with a smile and unbuckled my belt as I headed into the bedroom. As I did I felt Jim's briefs, and lovingly took them and put them in the drawer with Dave's. I'm glad I thought of keeping trophies, I thought as I slipped the skirt off and folded it into the drawer, then turned and went back into the hall.

Ken stopped me before I headed out into the living room. "How about a quick suck for me before you go back to him?" he asked.

How could I refuse? I gave him a peck and whispered, "Just for a minute, though, we don't want Jim to get suspicious, do we?", then sank to my knees and sucked his lovely, familiar cock deep into my mouth as I had done with Jim just moments before. I then swirled my tongue around and around it and sucked it gently but insistently, like a straw. I could see Ken's eyes close in joy, but I really had to go and finish with Jim, so I pulled back, stood up and told Ken so.

He sighed and nodded. "Go for it, lover," he whispered, and patted me lightly on the behind.

As I got into the living room, Jim was sitting at the end of the couch again, talking to someone on the phone – his buddy, I presumed. I sat on the floor in front of him and began to stroke his cock and balls, rubbing them ever so gently, almost tickling them, and blowing a gentle stream of air on them as well. It didn't take long for his tool to regain most of its hardness, and I quickly put him in my mouth again, and started going up and down his shaft. As I was licking his cock, my hair fell down around his balls like a veil, hiding what I was doing in an air of mystery and tickling the sensitive area at the same time.

As he continued to talk on the phone, I smiled up at him with his cock going in and out of my mouth. I could feel it getting harder as I sucked, I could see and feel Jim start to squirm, and I could hear him having a difficult time concentrating on his conversation. Suddenly I heard him say, "Hey, Ted, I gotta go. Talk to ya tomorrow, bud." Then he hung up the phone.

I pulled back off his cock and looked up at him mischievously. "Does that mean you're ready to go to sleep now?" I asked him innocently.

He laughed in a near hysterical manner for a moment. "Kathi, sweet girl, I don't plan to go to sleep until you and I have fucked ourselves up a frenzy for the next little spell." He stood up and pulled on my hand, indicating I should get up as well.

"This time y'all lie down," he said gently, "and let's get the show on the road!"

I quickly lay down with my pussy toward Ken in the hall, then put my right leg up on the back of the couch and let my left dangle down toward the floor. "Is this what you had in mind?" I asked, again in my most innocent voice.

Jim's only answer was a quick grin as he knelt on the couch between my widely spread legs. Then he leaned forward, putting his hands on either side of my neck, and I felt a battering ram knocking gently at my crotch.

I abandoned my innocent act and reached down, guiding the cock into the portal of my ready pussy. Jim pushed forward and entered me fully in one thrust, wiggling his cock around for a moment as if to settle it once it was fully in. Then he carefully lowered his torso down onto me, wrapping his arms around me in a warm embrace while supporting most of his weight on his elbows.

He began then to move in and out, slowly at first, but gaining momentum as we both felt our passion begin to climb. I corralled my legs in, wrapping them around his back and using them to urge him on. At the same time I tightened and loosened the grip of my cunt on his cock, alternately squeezing and releasing as with a nether hand.

"Harder," I panted, "fuck me harder! Deeper! I need it in there, Jim, I need you in there as hard and deep as you can get!"

"Anything...for...you...." he panted in return, and stepped up the pace, pistoning in and out of me as hard and as fast as I'd ever been fucked. I could almost feel us bouncing on the couch he was moving so hard! My pussy was alive with sensation! I was alive with sensation, my whole body thrilling in the pounding, frenzied fucking we were sharing, and the knowledge that I was sharing the whole experience with Ken as well....

Suddenly I could feel Jim's cock hardening to that rock-hard, steel-like condition that I knew meant he was about to cum! I tightened my pussy in earnest now, grabbing his cock, squeezing it as hard as I could so that I could better feel that moment when he would pant and grunt and...

...and CUM! I reveled in the unmatchable feeling of a man's cum squirting into my pussy, once, twice, again, again...

...and then I felt my body surrendering to a gut-wrenching orgasm of its own, and I knew my head was flopping back and forth on the couch as I moaned softly, lost in some cloud of passion and sensation.

I felt Jim slow, and then stop his fucking of my cunt, felt him relax on top of me and cuddle me gently as we both enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms. Jim started to kiss me gently on the lips, but I opened my mouth and sucked at him passionately, letting my tongue duel his for the longest time as our bodies cooled, our fires banked. 

Presently Jim pulled back from our kiss and pushed up again on his elbows, still keeping the glorious contact between most of our bodies and, most especially, where his shrinking cock was still stuffed inside me.

"Sweet Kathi," he said huskily, "y'all have just made this the most special night of my life."

I smiled wistfully. "I bet you say that to all the girls," I told him lightly. 

He shook his head and a lop-sided grin spread across his face. "Ain't been but one or two other girls," he said, almost with regret. "They were fun," he admitted. "But y'all are such a special filly even besides the fuckin' that, well, I tried to make it extra good for ya." He chuckled, causing my breasts to quiver as I lay there. "It sure felt like y'all were givin' me the best ride you know how."

I grinned at that. "You don't know how good you were. You are," I amended. "You do seem to have a real talent for turning me on."

He grinned back. "Thank you."

"You are very, very welcome." Jim kissed me again, a gentle peck, then with obvious regret levered himself up and off of me to sit once again at the end of the couch. I sat up and moved over close to him, putting an arm around him and giving him a warm, chaste little hug. "I think I'm going to sleep like a baby after this," I said softly.

"Yeah, me too," he replied, then perked up and looked over at me. "Say, ya think we might have time for another go in the morning?"

I smiled and hugged him again, then stood up and stretched. "You never know," I told him, one hand on his shoulder. "Let's just see what the morning brings."

He nodded. "'Night, Kathi," he whispered.

"Sleep well, Jim."

I felt exhausted, pounded to a pulp. That had been the most vigorous fuck of my life! My mind drifted back to the day I'd fucked Dave three times and Ken half a dozen times, and I recalled I hadn't felt this bushed after all that. I smiled at the memory. I guess I'm collecting more than just men's underpants as souvenirs, I thought happily.

Then I turned into my bedroom.

Ken was lying there, as stark naked as he had been in the hall earlier – and it looked as though his hard-on hadn't softened one bit from the sucking I'd given it then! My head reeling, I quickly moved into the room and shut the door behind me, then turned to Ken with panic in my eyes.

My God, I thought, I forgot about Ken, and now I don't know if I have enough left for him!

Fortunately, Ken had the lights dimmed and couldn't see the panic in my eyes. I went over to him quickly and he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him in a frantic embrace.

"God, Kathi, that was something!" he whispered urgently in my ear. "I've never been so hot! I doubt I'm going to last more than a minute inside of you!"

I smiled weakly in the dimness and leaned down to kiss him. "It was something," I told him softly. "Ken – you don't know how wonderful you are for letting me fuck Jim. And for all the other sex you've shown me."

At that, Ken held me tight and rolled us over on the bed, putting himself on top. "You don't have to do anything but lie there and enjoy, Kathi," he said. "This one's on me."




Loosening the Bonds Ch. 09



I KISSED Ken goodbye Friday morning with a passion approaching ferocity, molding my body to his and holding him as tight as I could. Partly, this was thanks for the night before, when I'd discovered that giving Ken a moment by moment, blow by blow account of my Thursday morning orgy with Jim had made him nearly as hot as if he'd been there watching for himself. But mostly I was trying to prepare him, vicariously, for whatever was going to happen when Jim and Ted came by later!

"Whoa!" Ken breathed, attempting to catch his breath when I finally released him. Then he cocked his head at me and gave me a sexy smile.

"Now, why is it I have the feeling you have something up your, ah, non-existent sleeve?"

I smiled back at him, and chuckled softly at his reference to my sleeve. He was the one heading off to work...why should I get dressed?

"Maybe," I told him slyly, "it's because I want to make sure you get home on time tonight."

"Hmmm," he said, screwing his face into a mock analytical pose. "Definitely something is afoot. And what is it you are trying to tempt me with, my beloved temptress?"

"Oh," I chuckled more loudly, "I can't tell you that and spoil the surprise. But do just be ready to go with the flow, ok?"

He smiled his sexy, hungry smile. "You cant count on me, vixen," he said almost huskily.

Now it was late afternoon, and I smiled as I remembered Ken's smile just before he turned and headed for the car that morning. I glanced at the clock and was startled to find it just past five o'clock. Time to get ready for the show, I told myself eagerly.

I quickly moved into the bedroom and began to put on the clothes I had carefully selected earlier. First to go on was my oldest, baggiest, most unflattering pair of old jeans. I was careful to cinch it securely at the waist; can't take a chance of them slipping in the least! Next I put on one of Ken's oldest flannel shirts, all faded and shapeless. On me it looked huge, and managed to nicely hide not only all of my charms, but any hint of sexiness at all! Finally, I slipped my feet into an ancient pair of fuzzy slippers, and turned to study myself in the mirror.

Perfect, I grinned to myself, the frump of the year! Those poor boys won't have a clue of what's to come!

I heard Ken's key in the front door and walked back out to the living room to meet him. I stood at the end of the hall as he closed the door, then watched his eyes grow huge as he looked at me across the room.

I gave Ken a pirouette, just as though I was dressed -- or rather, undressed to the nines. Smiling at him with my slyest smile, I watched him slowly recover from the shock that was obvious on his face, then asked him,

"Well, what do you think?"

"I—" he started, then half snorted and shook his head a couple of times. "I'm speechless," he said at last. "It's...certainly not what I expected."

I broke into a grin. "I didn't think it would be," I told him. "But there is method to my madness, can you believe that?"

Ken thought for a moment, than replied with a smile and a nod, "I'll bet that in the end it's not even madness. But what's going on? I mean, what am I supposed to do?"

I walked over to him and planted a smack on his lips. "Like I said this morning," I reminded him, "just go with the flow..."

I'd just pulled back from him when the doorbell rang. I grinned at Ken a moment, then said, "...and I think the flow is about to start!"

I moved over to the front door and opened it. There, as I expected, was Jim, with another man I figured had to be Ted. I smiled my most dazzling smile at them, and then had to fight to suppress a chuckle at the way Jim's face fell at the sight of me. Ted, who I'd never met before, simply looked puzzled. Presumably Jim had given him some clue as to what to expect, and I sure didn't look anything like that!

"Jim!" I gushed after a moment. "I'm so glad to see you again. I've been thinking about you all day." On an impulse I put out my hand, and when Jim moved to kiss it like he had at the club, I quickly turned his chivalry into a hearty handshake. Behind me, I thought I could hear Ken snort softly, and I wished I could see his face at that moment.

"And you must be Ted," I said, turning my attention to Jim's companion. "Jim's a lucky man to have a buddy like you. I'm glad you could make it tonight."

Jim finally found his voice. "Ted, this here is Kathi I, ah, told ya about. Kathi, that's Ted you're grinnin' at, all right."

"Uh, delighted to meet you, Kathi," Ted said slowly, and offered his hand, which I shook firmly.

There was a silence, which I allowed to go on just too long before I stepped back and said, "Well, do come in! Come on. Oh, by the way," I interjected, pointing toward Ken, "this is my husband Ken. He just got home from work and hasn't had a chance to change yet. Ken, this is Jim's friend Ted I told you about."

"Good to meet you, Ted."

"Likewise." Ted sounded just the slightest bit uncomfortable, so I jumped back in.

"Ken, who don't you go change quickly while I get the sandwiches ready?" Ken nodded and turned to head for the bedroom. "Don't be too long," I called after him, and heard him grunt a reply.

I turned back to our guests. "Why don't you boys come with me to the kitchen while I slave," I said, more order than invitation. "That way I can give you a beer to start on.

"Sorry it's only sandwiches," I called over my shoulder as I led the way to the kitchen, "but I didn't think you'd want too much on your stomachs with all the heat."

As I reached the refrigerator and opened it to get beers for all of us, Ted said, somewhat haltingly, "Well now, Kathi, it's not all that hot in here."

I turned to hand him the first beer. "Well," I purred in a voice that sounded all out of synch with how I looked, "you never know."

As I handed Jim his beer, I saw the faint beginnings of a grin begin on his face, as it suddenly occurred to him that all might not be as it seemed.

I put Ken's and my beers on the counter, and began to make the sandwiches. Jim and Ted sat at the kitchen table as I worked, and after a long draw on his beer, Jim asked,

"So, ya been havin' some fun since I was here?"

"Mmm hmm," I answered brightly, "I managed to keep myself busy. After all, I knew you two were coming, and I had so much to get ready."

Ted looked fleetingly around as if trying to find evidence of preparations, then said with a slight chuckle, "I sure hope you didn't put yourself out too much."

I paused and smirked to myself for a moment, then couldn't resist being a tease.

"Well," I said slowly, looking straight at Ted and cocking my head slightly, "not yet...."

I could see a grin begin to erupt on Jim's face while Ted glanced back and forth between Jim and me, looking more confused than ever.

At that moment Ken came into the kitchen, dressed roughly as our guests were, in a T-shirt and jeans. He smiled at me, a smile I recognized as one of expectation and curiosity, and asked,

"Can I help with anything?"

I shook my head no while I handed him his beer. "Just take Jim and Ted out to the couch," I told him, putting the slightest emphasis on couch and hoping he'd get the hint. "I'll be there in a moment with the sandwiches."

Ken turned his smile to the other men and nodded to the door. "I guess we've been thrown out," he said lightly. "And what Kathi wants, she gets," he added.

I grinned at their retreating backs. Good line, lover! I told Ken silently, pleased that he was not only going with the flow, but instinctively helping to paddle.

I finished the sandwiches with mine being last on the list. As the men were now gone, I carefully added a booby trap between my bread that would burst at just the right moment, giving me an excuse to go shower and change clothes. Change into something definitely more...provocative....

As I walked into the living room, I was delighted to find that Ken had indeed taken my hint and had Jim and Ted sitting on the couch. Being normal, healthy guys, that meant that each sat on opposite ends of the couch -- leaving a space between them just right for me. Ken sat on the single overstuffed chair across from us, where he could see everything.

I gave Ken his plate first, then sat between Jim and Ted and handed them theirs.

"Well it sure ain't near as fat as that burger at The Meat Market," Jim said, "but I bet it's gonna be the startin' of a great time anywho!"

Ted, meanwhile, had taken a bite already, and I saw his face light up. "Wow, this isn't just a sandwich, Kathi. This is great!"

"Sandwiches may be a humble meal," Ken said, "but Kathi has a talent for them all right."

There was a lull in conversation as a whole lot of munching went on. Then Ken stood up and said, "I'm for another beer, how about you folks?"

"Sure thing," Jim answered, handing Ken a now empty sandwich plate, which Ken put with his own. Ted upended his beer bottle to his lips and, seemingly surprised top find it empty told Ken, "Yeah, thanks."

"Kathi?" Ken asked me as he took the empty plate Ted offered him.

"No," I told him, and swirled my bottle to show him it was still only down to half. "I'm fine, thanks."

While Ken went to fetch the beers I worked carefully on my sandwich. I wanted it to do its booby trap thing when Ken was here so he could be part of the show.

I was just ready as he came back. I sat back to make more of my lap available as a target, and as Ken stopped right in front of me to hand Jim and Ted their beers, I carefully squeezed, and....

"Ooooh, drat!" I squealed as the delightful blob of mayonnaise and other condiments plopped unappealingly down the front of me, making a large mess on my jeans and a delightfully yucky drool down my shirt. I managed to shake my beer bottle and get a satisfying splash of that on me, too.

"Golly, ahm sorry, Kathi," Jim drawled, "I musta bumped you..."

I squirmed as exotically as I could, making a show of trying to wipe the stuff with a napkin, but really just making the mess worse. Ted tried to hand me his napkin, but I pushed it away gently, and stood up instead, turning to stand beside Ken and smile at the two on the couch.

"It's OK," I laughed, "really, it's OK!" I pinched my shirt between thumb and forefingers of both my hands and pulled it descriptively off my chest, smiling at them until they both relaxed and smiled as well.

"It's not," I said drolly, "as if this was my best outfit!"

We all laughed at that, and Ken gave me a kiss on the cheek. "You want to go get cleaned up?" he asked.

I looked at Ken and put on a horrified look, while nodding very slightly so only he could see. "Oh, Ken, I don't want to leave you alone with our guests! I mean, I'm the one who invited them and all...."

:"Don't worry, don't worry," Ken interrupted me. "I think we guys can get along by ourselves for a few minutes, don't you think?" The last was addressed to Jim and Ted.

"I would think so," Ted answered, and Jim merely nodded and smiled. I saw a twinkle in his eye that told me he had this figured as a setup, and was happy to go along.

"Well," I said, trying to make it sound reluctant, "if you're sure..."

I looked at all three men and saw jovial agreement on their faces, so I brightened my own look and nodded. "OK, then, I'll be back in a flash!"

I turned and hurried down the hall to the bathroom, draining the rest of my beer as I went. Show time! I thought to myself as I reached the bathroom and began to quickly strip off my frumps, throwing them in a heap. I had no intention of really showering, but I turned on the water and quickly stepped in anyway; what I wanted was the wet look. A few seconds under the spray was enough, and most of that was spent getting my hair soggy.

I stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. Now, just a little judicious drying so I don't drip too much....

I dried my back and legs quickly, leaving my hair and chest still wet. I then put that towel back on the rack and reached for the special towel I had spent much of the day preparing. It went around me far enough to attach at one hip with a square if velcro, but hardly overlapped at all, leaving an enticing slit at my hip that displayed plenty of skin when I walked. And it was none too long, either. Covering my crotch by maybe an inch.

Around my chest I put...nothing. Well, I did make sure that my wet hair was plastered to my chest in the near vicinity of my boobs, but I guess that didn't count for much!

I took a last look in the mirror to be sure the effect was what I wanted -- dynamite! I whispered to myself -- grabbed my comb and headed back for the living room.

As I walked into the living room I slowly and seductively ran the comb through my hair as it matted to my chest.

"Well, did you boys get along without me?" I asked.

All conversation stopped as three sets of eyes swung toward me. If only Ted's eyes tried to bulge out of his head it was because Ken and Jim had had at least an inkling that something was up. Ken smiled that combination of lust and happiness that I'd come to know so well, and Jim's grin from ear to ear simply said, Now that's more like it.

"I just didn't want to stay away any longer that I had to," I told the men, "so you'll have to forgive the way I look. It's not going to bother you, is it?" I asked innocently.

"Ah...well...ah, no, I guess not." Ted managed to croak.

Jim's grin got bigger, if anything. "It sure ain't gonna bother me in a bad way," he said with a laugh.

I smiled at my two guests and resumed my seat between them on the couch. "That's great!" I told them, and reached over to rub an inner thigh of each of them. "I always like my guests to be as comfortable as possible," I said in a Little Kathi Homemaker voice.

I sat back on the couch, gently thrusting my chest out as I continued to rub and gently scratch the near vicinity of their groins. I glanced down at my lap and was delighted at the way my towel/skirt had ridden up, displaying tantalizing glimpses of pussy hair to anyone who wanted to look.

Ken must have been bursting watching all this, but he managed to look relaxed. "I don't think you got all the way dry, Kathi," he said calmly. "It looks like the chill is making your nipples really stand up."

I smiled dreamily and mentally blessed Ken for such a great line! "That's OK," I told him reassuringly. "I'm sure Jim and Ted won't let me get cold. I know for a fact," I added, turning to look Jim in the eyes, "that Jim knows how to warm me up when I get cold."

Jim's grin transformed into a smile of understanding. "It's nice y'all remember that," he said.

"Mmmm, it worked so well I'm not likely to forget," I purred, then turned to Ted. "If Jim shows you how, do you think you can help from that side?" I asked.

Ted nodded mutely.

"I'm kind of curious, too," Ken piped in. "I'd like to see a demonstration."

Jim glanced at Ken, as if to confirm what he thought he was hearing. Ken nodded with a smile, and Jim turned back to me.

"Have ya warm in no time," he said, then lowered his head to my chest and started licking and sucking at my right breast with almost wild abandon

Almost instantly I could feel the hotline from by boob to my crotch begin to sizzle, but I was determined to give Ken a long warm-up show before we got down to serious playing. I turned my head to Ted and said softly, and a bit huskily,

"Well, come on, you promised to help."

Ted seemed to be breathing a bit raggedly, but he gave me a look of agreement and slowly lowered his mouth toward my left boobie. Slowly...it seemed to take forever! But finally his lips and tongue latched onto my nipple and began their work. After a moment he seemed finally to relax, and started to really get in the swing of it.

I could feel my cunny beginning to ooze, but neither my erstwhile warmers nor I were anywhere near ready for that yet! Instead, I clamped my legs together slightly, and concentrated on doing my part of the warm-up exercises. Namely, I moved my hands northward on each man, until I had a mound of bulging, straining cock in each. I rubbed them gently, remembering Dave's premature explosion and not wanting to repeat that error. The angle wasn't good for me to undo either man's zipper, but I attempted to fumble at both of them.

I felt Jim immediately reach down to help, and momentarily I had his warm and pulsating rod in my hand to work on directly. No underpants, I noticed distantly as I gentled past his cock and into his pants to massage his balls.

Meanwhile on my other side, I felt Ted stiffen slightly as I attempted to open his zipper. His tongue paused on my breast and I heard him take a worried breath.

I looked over at Ken and silently appealed to him for help. He smiled and said softly, but loud enough to be heard over Jim's slurping,

"It's OK, Ted, remember what I said? Whatever Kathi wants, she gets."

I felt Ted exhale warmly on by breast, then heaved a sigh of contentment myself as he relented and helped undo his zipper, releasing his tool to my care.

I lay my head back against the couch and panted in delight. Two cocks at once, I thrilled, and neither one is Ken's!

Then a delicious thought crossed my mind.

I raised my head and, still panting, caught Ken's eyes. When I had his attention, I jerked my head to indicate I wanted him to come over, and then pantomimed sucking his cock with my mouth.

He hesitated for a moment, obviously weighing the difference between watching and participating, then shrugged acceptingly and stood, unzipping his pants as he crossed the floor toward me. He came as close as he could, then leaned over me to support himself on the back of the couch. I had to lean forward slightly, but momentarily had my mouth around the cock I knew so well.

As I began to suck...gently, so Ken could last...I decided that the time had come to accommodate the drooling demands of my pussy, that I had been trying to ignore. Briefly, I released Jim and Ted's cocks, and grabbed a hand of each man, wordlessly moving them down to the boiling honey pot at my crotch.

To my slight surprise, even Ted easily took the hint, apparently having figured out that orgy was on the menu for tonight. As both men began to diddle at my twat I suddenly realized that an orgy was exactly what this was! I hadn't consciously realized it before, but I'd gone from just fucking another man to working on three men at once -- and I would happily make room for more if they were here!

I tried to concentrate on what all I was doing, two hand jobs and a blow job, while simultaneously enjoying the wild sensation of two men's fingers in my cunt at the same time. Another step taken, I realized dimly, but then just fell into the growing rush I could feel building in my crotch, in my mouth and under each of my hands....

Well, it was too much to expect everyone to cum at the same time, I thought inanely as Ken, excited beyond belief by the spectacle he was both watching and assisting, exploded in my mouth. I swallowed furiously, downing as much as I could, but allowing some of his cum to dribble down my chin, as usual. Even as Ken was starting to shrink in my mouth, and to move back away from the couch, I felt Jim begin to erupt in my right hand. I finished him as well as I could, and then felt his sucking stop on my breast, as he sat up and slumped against the back of the couch with a sigh.

Now only Ted was left. No, that wasn't quite true; my own orgasm hovered just moments away, delayed slightly now that Ted was the only one working my cunt, but almost there, almost....

I decided without conscious thought that, since Ted and I were the distance champions, we both deserved better than a hand job at the finish line.




Loosening the Bonds Ch. 09



Gently, I pried Ted's sucking mouth off my breast and stood up, quickly attacking the belt and clasp of Ted's pants, then pulling the pants down and tugging at him to get him to turn and stretch out on the couch. He cooperated automatically, his eyes a bit glazed over, not really understanding what was about to happen.

I looked at Jim, still sitting at the other end of the couch. "Unless you want his head in your lap, you'd better stand up," I told him. Jim smiled and stood, watching with Ken as I got Ted in the position I wanted, then swung my leg over and mounted him, as quickly as I could directing his still rock hard cock into my boiling cunt.

I heard Ted sigh deeply, and then saw out the corner of my eye, Ken directing Jim, cock still waving in front of him, toward my mouth.

Jim opened and dropped his pants as he approached. "Got any suck left?" he asked in his delightful drawl.

I smiled and started to reach out for Jim; but when I saw the look of lust on Ken's face, I suddenly remembered something he had suggested back when Dave had been here. I went ahead and grabbed Jim's cock and pulled him toward me, but then gave him just a quick kiss there before looking up into his eyes and telling him,

"Actually, I've got a better place for you than my mouth."

A look of surprise was quickly replaced by a smile as Jim guessed what I had in mind. I looked over at Ken and asked if he could find the K-Y again.

Ken's eyes began to truly gleam, almost like Mail Girl's in that movie, I thought inanely. "Be right back with it," Ken husked.

I looked down at Ted and gave his hard cock a massage with my surrounding cunt. "Just you hang in there, lover," I told him, "the evening is young and we've got exciting things to come."

He smiled back at me. "Kathi, this feels so good I'm with you all the way."

I looked back to Jim. "Why don't you get your clothes off while I'm getting ready here?" He nodded and quickly began to strip as Ken came back with the jelly.

"I love you, Kathi," Ken whispered in my ear as he gave me a one-armed hug around the shoulders. Then I heard the rrrip of Velcro being opened, and felt my towel/skirt being taken away to leave me totally naked. I savored a momentary shiver, recalling how good it had felt being naked at the strip show, then in the theater balcony. Then I leaned forward, gritting my teeth a bit in anticipation of the feeling of cold! as Ken applied the K-Y to my ass, then handed the tube to Jim and told him to put some on his cock.

As Jim was quickly lubricating his dick, a thought occurred to me. "Ken, can you get Ted's pants the rest of the way off so he can be a bit more comfortable here?" I asked. "Oh, and be sure" I added, smiling down into Ted's eyes just inches in front of me, "to grab his underpants for my collection!"

Both Ken and Jim smiled at that. Ken moved behind me to quickly remove Ted's pants and claim his underwear, and then Jim climbed on the couch behind me and settled himself for the plunge into my ass.

I looked up at my husband, who had brought Ted's underpants around for me to see. "I bet you didn't think you'd get to see me do two men at a time so soon," I told him, followed by a little grunt as Jim lodged himself the first couple of inches into me.

Ken said nothing, just leaned down and kissed me, a full frontal assault with lips and tongue, which I returned hungrily. When he broke it off nearly a full minute later, he staggered back a couple of steps and we both gasped for breath, Ken from the kiss and I because Jim bottomed out in me at that same moment. I felt again that wonderful sensation of being completely, totally stuffed, and the weirdly wonderful sensation of the two cocks rubbing together, separated only by the thin walls of my cunt and ass.

Panting slightly, I readied myself for the onslaught to come, then turned to look at Ken one more time.

"Do you want me to suck you while they fuck me?" I asked him.

Ken shook his head with a smile. "No, I just want to watch and enjoy this one, Kathi," he said, his voice dripping with lust. Then he blew me a kiss and settled in the chair behind him.

I took a deep breath and wiggled my doubly pierced nether regions. "Ready, guys?" I asked. In front of me Ted, his eyes glazing over a bit more, just nodded and tried to thrust up into me. Jim reached around and grabbed one of my breasts with each of his hands, then began a slow in and out motion of his own.

I was immediately in lustful heaven. Jim's hand on my boobs set my internal wiring to sizzling once more, while his slow thrusts and withdrawals served to help pull me up and down on Ted's cock. The exquisite combination of stimulations -- one cock working the sensitive sphincter of my ass; the other filling my cunt and massaging those sensation laden inner walls; and both cocks banging together inside me -- plus Jim's masterful manipulation of my breasts, had me panting and on the fast track to orgasm in mere seconds! It needed only one more thing to push me over, one more stimulation to send me to orgasmic heights, one more thing....

I realized suddenly what I needed. " Do my clit!" I panted to Ted. "Get your hand down there and rub it...yeah...yeah, like that...ooh, yes, yes, yessss.... OOOAHHH!"

With Ted rubbing my clit like a wild man, I felt the first touches -- no, explosions -- of a humungous orgasm grab me and start to shake me apart. I realized later a lot of the shaking came from Jim's increasing the tempo of his fucking my ass, which in turn took my cunt faster and harder up and down on Ted's cock. Right then all I knew or cared about was that I was cumming buckets between two gorgeous studs, and that as they continued to fuck me harder and faster my orgasm was continuing to grow! I'm not usually very noisy when I cum, but as my orgasm continued to grow I suddenly felt a scream of joy and pleasure rip through me and thought I heard it echoing all around me, and inside my skull as well.

Then I could feel Ted tensing below me, and knew we were nearing the top of the ride....

Ted suddenly threw his arms around me and pulled me down on top of him, trapping Jim's hands between my breasts and Ted's chest. At the same time Ted began fucking up into me like a wild man, or as best he could from down under me, and whispered through his panting, "Kiss me, Kathi, please, kiss me...."

I opened my mouth and let my tongue lead the way. I'd never seriously kissed any man but Ken before, but somehow it felt right at that moment. I only wished I could be kissing Jim at the same time!

The sucking of our mouths and our dueling tongues seemed to be the last straw for Ted; almost immediately I felt his cock harden beyond reason and then explode inside me, filling me with spurt after spurt of what seemed like gallons of cum. Nor did he slow down his wild man fucking right away, which served to keep my own orgasm from dropping off. I rode the wave with him, locked to him mouth and crotch, as he finally finished spurting and began to slow....

And then I could feel Jim's cock stiffening in my ass, and my orgasm held on, and on, as Jim's wild thrusting continued to drive me up and down on Ted's slowly deflating cock, and I could hear Jim panting harder and harder behind my still wet hair....

And then Jim, too, flew over the edge and exploded in my ass, pumping his cum into me. And then I felt the wildly wonderful feel of his lips kissing my naked shoulders and the back of my neck, sometimes through my hair, sometimes directly on my skin, all the while I continued to sloppily French Ted!

It was absolutely delicious, and warm, and comfortable, and as sexy as hell! We lay there, the three of us, like a warm human sandwich with me as the satiated filling, while my husband, my beloved, my Ken watched and enjoyed. I had, in effect, now satisfied three men at the same time. I felt like the most powerful woman on earth -- and the sexiest -- and the most loved!

I've no idea how long we lay there, panting, catching our breath, snuggling in the afterglow of our lovemaking. At some point Ted and I broke off our kiss, almost feeling embarrassed to continue after the sex act was done, but the next thing I really remember was Ken standing up and announcing,

"I think we're all going to need more beers about now, right?"

As Ken started for the kitchen I heard Jim moan slightly and felt him start to lever himself up off my back. A few moments later I felt him slowly pull out of my ass and climb off the couch.

I looked at Ted, still only inches from my face, lying beneath me with his eyes closed and a lovely smile on his face. I gently blew a stream of air at him and his eyes opened, looking into mine with a look of dreamy fulfillment.

"So, you see why I thought it might get a bit warmer tonight?" I asked him softly.

Ted's smile turned into a happy grin. "I never was very good at predicting the weather," he answered.

I leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips, then levered myself up and slowly allowed Ted's now fully deflated tool to fall out of me. I got off the couch, and looked around for where Ken had dropped my towel/skirt. Picking it up, and Ted's underpants with it, I turned back to the couch.

"These are going to make a fine addition to my collection, Ted," I told him. When he looked puzzled, I told him that Jim could explain while I was taking a shower -- a bit longer one, this time. Then I held up my towel/ skirt and shrugged.

"It took me all day to get it set just right, and then I was only able to wear it for a few minutes." I looked at Jim and Ted, who were both studying the converted towel with looks of bemusement. "But then," I added, "I guess it did its job, didn't it?

"Tell Ken I'll be back in no time. Oh, and tell him that I expect no man in this house --" I looked pointedly at Ted, who still had on his T-shirt "—to have more clothes on than I do!"

"Yes. Ma'am!" Ted said with a mock salute. I chuckled and blew him a kiss, then headed down the hall to the back of the house.



Loosening the Bonds Ch. 10



Tammy gulped. "Two strange men at once?" she little more than whispered. "Kathi, how ... how could you?"

I chuckled, low in my throat. "Because it was fun, Tam," I told her. "Ken loved it -- Ken wanted it -- no one got hurt, and I got to make a new, good friend."

"But, Kathi," she began, and then paused. "Oh, I know you're right, no one was hurt, and if Ken's really into this, well, great! I--I guess I'm just a little jealous, you know."

"The offer to fuck Ken on his birthday sounding better and better?" I grinned as I asked the question, hoping that Tammy was hooked -- I really wanted to get her on board for Ken's present! But my best friend only sighed.

"I'm getting close," she admitted, "but I still want to hear more. I want to hear it all, now! What happened when you got back from the shower?"

I took a deep breath and purred for a moment. "Well, the boys followed their instructions to the letter...."

CHAPTER TEN

I ducked into the bedroom just long enough to drop Ted's underpants into my drawer with Dave's and Jim's – I'm going to have to start labeling them to keep track, I thought, and chuckled to myself – then ducked across the hall to the bathroom. While the shower water warmed I folded my towel/skirt carefully and put it on the small shelf I had reserved for it earlier that day. I'm sure I'll find a use for you again some time, I told it silently, then climbed in the shower and did myself proud at the speed I made lathering and rinsing.

I did only a slightly better job drying off than before; the wet hair in particular had been as much a turn-on for me, when Jim was kissing me through it, as I hoped it had been for the men. Then without further ado – or clothes – I headed back to the orgy pit.

My hint had been well taken, and all three were naked as the day they were born when I arrived. Ken walked to me as soon as I entered the room to hand me a fresh beer, then gave me a quick but juicy kiss before I could take a swallow. As he pulled back, I glanced around and was delighted to see that all three men had the beginnings of lovely, fresh hard-ons. I smiled and downed maybe a quarter of my bottle of beer, then stretched luxuriously to throw by breasts out as prominently as possible.

"Mmmm," I purred, looking lingeringly at each crotch in turn, "I'm glad to see that I didn't wear you all out just yet."

Jim smiled crookedly at me. "No, Ma'am, we ain't wore out at all. But Ted and me, well, we got to thinkin'...."

"Yes?" I prompted as he trained off, but Ted spoke up instead.

"We were thinking, Kathi, that Ken's been such a gentleman, sharing you with us and all, well, it'd be only right if Jim and I sit out a round while you and Ken get it on."

I'm sure my face reflected my amazement. I looked to Ken for denial, but he only looked sheepish and nodded.

"I tried to talk them out of it," Ken told me, "I explained that it's watching you get fucked that gets me hot, but...well, they insist."

"What we told Ken, Kathi, was that if he thinks watching makes him hot, just wait'll he gets watched!"

I looked back and forth between Jim and Ted for a moment, took another swig of beer, then shook my head gently as if to clear it. "Let me get this straight," I said to them. 

"You want to watch Ken and me fuck." They nodded quickly. "Because you think that being watched fucking me will make him hotter than watching you two fuck me." They nodded again, and Ted added, "At least as hot."

I cocked my head and tried to look unbelieving. "But then what?" I asked. "You guys just going to cut and run after the floor show?"

Jim laughed. "Kathi, I 'spect that watchin' you get fucked's only gonna whet my appetite!"

"I know I have no other plans for the rest of the evening," Ted agreed, adding, "besides, after Ken's done, both he and Jim will have cum twice, and you've only done me once. Fair's fair!"

I had to laugh at that. Still chuckling a moment later, I walked over to Ken and threw my arms around him, locking my lips to his in a kiss that grew steamier moment to moment. I could feel Ken's cock rising against my crotch, and I reveled in the feel of holding him skin to skin while other men watched. Suddenly I recalled the feeling I'd had in the balcony of that theater, where anyone in the seats below could have looked up and seen us fuck. And how I envied Mail Girl being fucked in front of, not just the camera and movie crew, but of the thousands of men who watched the movie, who jacked off while watching her get pronged....

I shivered as I could feel my twat begin to heat just from the thought of it! Gently I broke off the kiss with Ken, then pulled back and looked him deep in the eyes.

"I guess that any way you look at it I can't loose, can I?" I rubbed my crotch against his growing erection and added, "It actually does sound exciting, Ken – and it also gives Jim and Ted that much longer to recharge!"

I brought my beer bottle around to my mouth and took another long swallow, then reached over and set it on the closest table. 

"So what do you say we try something a bit different?" I asked Ken.

He cocked his head at me. "What do you have in mind?" 

"This!" I put both arms around his neck and held on tight, then gave a little jump and wrapped my legs around his waist. He instinctively reached down to support me, glanced down between us, and then looked back to my face with an almost panicked expression in his eyes.

I smiled and ground my crotch into his. "You get it in there," I told him, "I'll make it work."

He took a breath, then smiled. "OK," he said slowly, "but I think getting it in may be the problem..."

"Naw." I was Jim, suddenly beside us. "I'd be honored to lend a momentary hand." I felt Jim's hand go between my widely spread legs and saw Ken get a strange look on his face for a moment; then Ken's decidedly hard cock was pushing its way into my cunt, which was still well lubricated by the remains of Ted's cum. I flexed my legs around his waist to embed it as far inside me as it would go, then slowly started to move up and down on his wonderful tool, feeling Ken respond with small motions of his own.

I pressed my lips to Ken's once again, feeling his tongue immediately push its way into my mouth and high five my own tongue. I humped Ken as fast as I dared – it was a bit precarious keeping his cock trapped in me – but I knew he couldn't hold me up that way for too long, and I was way too hot to last, anyway. I opened my eyes without breaking off the kiss, and could see Jim and Ted on either side of us, watching closely. And I felt an immediate charge run up my spine! Being watched was fan - fuckin'- tastic!

I felt my breasts begin to tingle, and rubbed them as best I could against Ken's chest to enhance the feeling. I humped almost with abandon now, feeling Ken pumping in sync with me, still locked in mouth-to-mouth until I had to breathe or black out. I broke off the kiss and leaned back slightly, panting both from the long kiss and the growing bubble of passion in my crotch. I could feel Ken starting to harden as we fucked, suddenly swelling and panting even harder, then heard him say, through the panting, "Oh...Kathi...I'm...there....

And as he erupted in me I was there, too, grinding down on his cock as hard as I could and reveling in another load of cum filling my cunt....

Then before I was quite done, before Ken and I could quite finish our dance, I felt hands on me, pulling, loosening my grip around Ken's neck, lifting me away from my husband and quickly carrying me to the couch. I was gently laid there, still panting from my session with Ken, still feeling an ache of emptiness where Ken's still spurting cock had been torn out of me. Then before I even know what was happening, I saw Ted's face swim into view above me, and felt his now very hard cock filling the void in my cunt. I started to move again, almost feeling like I was picking up where Ken and I left off, like this was one continuous fuck with two separate men!

Ted supported himself a few inches above me, making no move to kiss me or do anything but fuck me like a rutting animal. It felt good...it felt right...it felt like heaven as my orgasm that started with Ken now soared along with Ted's bashing cock! I reached up and stroked his back, needing that extra element of contact his position wasn't supplying, but not wanting to interrupt him for anything. I spread my legs as wide as I could on the couch, one up the back, one toward the floor, to let him push into me as hard and as deep as he could. I could hear myself moaning slightly, and thrust my crotch up to him in time with his strokes, making the contact harder, more jarring, more electric....

Then just as I began to think I would burst from the ongoing orgasm I felt Ted groan deep in his throat and, a moment later, explode in me again, replacing any of his jism that may have washed out in the shower with a fresh supply.

Then once more before I was completely finished accepting my lover's gift, while Ted's cock was still jerking, he almost jumped upward and off me, pulling his cock almost roughly out of me and again leaving a void where that cock should have been for a few moments more...

...where yet another cock was pressing, pushing in, filling my need and my lust! I opened the eyes I didn't recall closing and found Jim newly settled on and in me, covering me warmly, reaching up to stroke my still wet hair and say, softly,

"Now, we're gonna take this slow an' gentle, my lovely little filly, 'cause much as I like to cum, I love just bein' inside you even more." With that he began to move, slowly and gently as promised. I caught my breath, realizing that slow was just what I needed right then, that this third man in my one continuous fuck was going to make the whole thing glorious. My cunt felt so stuffed, not only with Jim's cock but also with cum from both Jim and Ken, that I could almost hear it slosh. The orgasm that had started with Ken inside me, and continued to a crescendo with Ted inside me, was now a glow as Jim banked the fire gently before adding more coal. I knew when I came with him, eventually, it would be even better – but since it was all one big fucking, what did it matter which man was inside me? The orgasm belonged to all of them, came from all of them. A team orgasm, I thought, and chuckled to myself at the thought.

"Havin' fun?" Jim asked.

I smiled and then gave a deep sigh of contentment. "I feel glorious!" I told him. "I was just thinking that this is the first fucking I've had that was really a team effort." I looked across the room to where Ken and Ted were watching intently. "Three men," I told them all, "and one big, continuous orgasm! It's incredible!" I laughed, then wrapped my legs around Jim's butt and tried to urge him on. "Come on, come on, do me! I feel like I could fly!"

But instead of speeding up, Jim's humping slowed to a stop. I opened my mouth to protest, but hesitated when I noticed the look on Jim's face. He was looking at me quizzically, like he wad something on his mind but wasn't sure whether to say it or not.

"What?" I asked as I squeezed his cock with my cunny muscles. "Whatever it is, it'd better be good to stop you from moving in me!" I added some humping motions for emphasis.

Jim's look turned to a sheepish grin. "It's what y'all said about a team effort," he said with a chuckle. "Reminded me a' somethin' I heard of about two guys doin' a gal at once. I wondered if maybe you'd like to try it."

I smiled up at Jim, then was forced to gasp as he started pumping his cock in me again, ooooh, so slowly. "I've tried it," I told him after a moment. "One in my cunt and one in my ass, right? I love it, but...." I trailed off as I saw him shaking his head.

"What?"

"Naw, not a back-door bangin'," he drawled, and then gazed into my eyes. "I mean two guys in your pussy at the same time."

My jaw would have dropped if my mouth hadn't already been open from to let me pant. I was speechless. Two men...at the same time?

I looked over at Ken. His face bore a look of surprise mixed with anticipation; I could tell he was intrigued. And as Jim continued to pump his delicious cock in and out of my cunt, keeping it simmering nicely, I could feel excitement building in me, too. 

"Now, I guess maybe it might hurt...." Jim began, but I cut him off.

"Doesn't...matter!" I panted, shaking my head. "Right now my pussy's...as stretched as...it's ever been." I looked over and caught Ken's eyes. "Let's do it!"

Ken's lust-filled smile seconded my decision. I saw him lick his lips and nod.

"Ken?" Jim asked, looking at my husband. "You and me?"

Ken shook his head. "I'd rather watch, if Ted's up to it."

The grin on Ted's face answered the question, and he quickly moved over to the couch to join Jim and me. "How do we work this?" he asked.

Jim looked down at me apologetically. "I'm 'fraid we gotta switch you to the top, Kathi," he said, and slowly pulled his cock out of me when I nodded. As he stood up I took a deep breath, then hoisted myself off the couch as well. My pussy was crying at me to be stuffed again, but when I considered what was coming, I found I could ignore its pleas! 

As I watched, Jim mooched the pillows around to make a kind of ramp to one couch arm. Then he settled himself with his ass raised up the ramp and on the couch arm, presenting me a cock tower to climb onto. "Makes the angle better for the second guy," Jim told us.

"I guess," I said, then quickly climbed on top and sank down, sighing with pleasure as Jim's hard dong filled me once more. Jim reached up then and supported me as I leaned forward and down, presenting Jim's and my joined crotches for Ted to approach. 

Jim raised his head up and kissed me as I felt Ted's hands on my rump and the first tentative probe of his cock at my pussy. I could feel my hips wiggling in excitement as the probing cock pushed past my outer folds and bumped against the cock already resident there.

Jim gently ended the kiss and let his head fall back to the couch. "Line yourself up as well as you can, then push in slowly," he told Ted; but I shook my head as I instinctively knew that wouldn't work.

"Not slowly," I told Ted, feeling myself beginning to pant again. "Just get your...cock-head in the channel...and then when I say go...push the rest...of the way...fast."

Jim smiled and half shrugged. "Whatever ya say, Kathi, it's your show now."

Ted was meanwhile industriously working his cock-head into my love channel, finally getting there with a grunt. I could feel my pussy being stretched as never before. Not painful, at least, not yet—and definitely not bad!

"Ready?" I asked Ted.

"When you are."

I took a couple of deep breaths, then nodded to the room in general. "Go!"

Ted grabbed my hips with both hands and shoved.

It was incredible! My cunt felt so stuffed I wondered for a moment if Ted had shoved a Coke bottle, or something like that, up there instead of his cock! Oh, there was a momentary twinge of pain; but as I'd expected, the evening's thorough fucking had loosened and lubricated me to the point that I probably could have taken a fist up there! But a fist wouldn't have throbbed in counterpoint like the two cocks were doing...and a fist sure wouldn't have promised a double load of cum....

"Ya OK?" Jim asked softly. "Ya got this look on your face...."

"It's rapture," I heard Ken say from right beside me. I opened the eyes I'd closed somewhere along the way, and turned my head to find his face next to mine. He put one hand behind my head and leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that began hungry and grew from there, our tongues dueling fiercely. Finally Ken broke off and stood up, backing away for a better view.

"Ready?" Ted asked from behind me. In front of me, Jim nodded, and I nodded as well.

"Fuck...me!" I panted.

Slowly the two cocks began to move. The first move was out, both of them starting to withdraw from my depths; but then one—Ted's, I think—reversed and pushed back in deeper, while Jim's paused, hovering half in and half out. Then as Ted bottomed out and began to pull back again, Jim pushed in. Neither man was hurrying. And after a moment I realized that neither man was trying to move in synch with the other, either. At one moment they would be together, driving into me like a steam hammer—and then suddenly they'd be moving in counterpoint, stimulating more and different nerves inside of me than any single fuck had ever done!

I could do nothing to help; I could do nothing, period, but lie there, panting, being ravished, and feeling the bubble of my orgasm grow into an ocean waiting to drown me.

"Play...with my...tits," I gasped at Jim at one point, and he went at them with abandon, adding that delicious stimulation to everything else. Then suddenly I felt a cold, sticky finger probing gently at my ass hole, and looked beside me to find Ken standing there, his cock hard and throbbing and pointing squarely at my mouth. As I felt his finger slip through the sphincter of my ass, instantly revving the motor driving my orgasm ever higher, I lunged toward his cock, catching it quickly with my lips and savoring the taste of the combined juices of his and my cum on it. I heard Ken gasp and redouble the probing of his finger in my ass, pushing insistently on the interior wall that was being pummeled by the two cocks in my cunt, making it feel almost as though there were three, not 'just' two, cocks plowing into me....

Then I realized that with Ken's cock in my mouth, there were three...!

And with that my orgasmic bubble exploded and I felt myself flopping and jerking between the three men, desperately trying to keep Ken's cock in my mouth (without biting him!) and still breathe....

I finally had to let Ken go as first Jim, then Ted exploded in my cunt, sending their jism spurting inside me, then oozing out as the little room not filled with cock quickly ran out. Meanwhile, I'd done better with Ken than I'd realized; when I'd had to stop sucking him, he'd grabbed his cock and jerked himself off. I was suddenly showered with spurt after spurt of his cum on my face and shoulder, which drooled along my cheek and joined the sweat that marinated all of us by then.

As Jim and Ted both ceased pumping in my cunt, I fought to catch my breath, then reached out and grabbed Ken's cock, pulling it and him back toward me and greedily stuffing the cock into my mouth, sucking and cleaning off all remnants of his cum. I didn't suck long or hard but tenderly, finally releasing it and giving it a tender kiss before Ken could back away. Then I moved back over Jim's face and kissed him, slowly, deeply, passionately. I could feel his cock dwindling in my cunt all the while, and Ted's as well. After a moment, just as I pulled back from Jim's lips for air, Ted gently pulled out of my pussy and heaved a sigh.

"That," Ted said to all of us, "was incredible."

I felt myself smile at that. Then I pushed myself up and off of Jim to stand somewhat unsteadily beside Ted. I put an arm around Ted, then pulled him into a full embrace, pulling his head down so I could crush my lips to his and give him a version of the loving kiss I'd given Jim moments before.

When I pulled back from Ted, Jim had sat up on the couch and was watching Ted and me with a bemused smile. Ken was also watching, seated across the room. I pulled Ted closer to me, savoring the feel of his skin against mine, then looked at each of my other lovers in turn.

"Any other great ideas?" I asked at last, sounding a bit shaky even to myself.

Jim snorted. "Sweet gal, ah couldn't try anythin' else tonight if ah had to!"

I chuckled softly. "I guess I couldn't either, really." I looked at Ken, who looked as satisfied as I'd ever seen him. "I just hate for this feeling to end."




Loosening the Bonds Ch. 10



"Well," Ken said softly, "we do have a king-sized bed...and I know how much you like to cuddle after a good fucking...."

I barked a brief laugh and looked at him. "All of us?"

"Why not?"

I considered that for a moment, then chuckled. "Well," I said at last, "there is more room in the bed than on the couch...and we did all fit there."

Ted kissed me on the cheek, and I felt his fingers tickle at my pussy. "We all fit there, as well," he said with a chuckle.

We all laughed at that, then I had a thought. "It never occurred to me that my pussy could be stuffed that full. How'd you ever think of that, Jim?"

Jim smiled at me as he hauled himself to his feet, following Ken's example and heading toward the bedroom. "Jus' stands ta reason," he drawled, pausing at the hallway door. "After all, they's guys who got cocks bigger'n Ted and me combined, and they manage to fit inside some filly somewhere."

I'd started to follow Ken and Jim, but stopped cold and stared at Jim. "Bigger than you two...combined?" I asked incredulously.

Jim nodded and looked beside me at Ted. "How big'd you say Henry is?" he asked.

Ted thought a moment. "At least ten inches long," he said at last. "Big around as my wrist."

I stared at Ted's wrist a moment, and felt a delicious shiver run through me. "You can't be serious," I whispered.

"Oh, yes ma'am," Jim told me. "Knows how ta use it, too, from what he says."

I glanced back and forth between the two men. "I've got to see this," I said flatly.

Ted shook his head. "Henry's out of town right now," he told me, "but I'm sure he wouldn't mind having a party when he gets in."

I felt a smile growing on my lips. "That'll be," I said lightly, "one whale of a party."

Ted and Jim looked at each other for a moment, then at me, then both began to laugh. "More like an elephant," Ted said at last, giving me a gentle push toward the bedroom, "but I think you've got the idea."

And as the three of us cuddled and diddled the rest of the night away, my thoughts kept coming back to some guy named Henry, with a battering ram between his legs. I managed to concentrate quite nicely, thank you, while fucking all three of my lovers (one at a time!) in the early dawn; and again a bit later when I lined Ted and Jim up beside the bed for good-bye blow jobs, making sure to drape myself across Ken to reach them. Ken diddled my cunt and sucked my tits while I sucked Ted and Jim's cocks. But finally, as Jim and Ted were about to head out the door, I couldn't help but ask them,

"So, when's this Henry going to be around for me to meet?"

Jim looked at Ted with a shrug, and Ted paused to think for a minute. "I'm not sure, Kathi," he told me at last. "Henry's kind of a free spirit. Comes and goes with little notice."

I glanced back and forth between the two of them. "You're not making this guy up now, are you? Tell the truth, now."

Jim raised his right hand and solemnly intoned, "As Gawd's mah witness, Kathi, the man exists."

I planted my hands on my still naked hips and gave a sigh. "Well, I guess I'll just have to settle for that, then. Just promise to call me when he's around?"

"Might be at a moment's notice, but I'll call you," Ted promised.

"Shucks, Kathi, ah'll call ya even when he ain't here," Jim added, bringing a smile to my lips.

"You do that," I told him, walking over to plant a final kiss on his cheek, then added one on Ted's cheek as well. "For that matter, watch out—you never know who might show up at your door."

"Come by any time," Ted said with a grin. "Dressing is optional."

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"Just listening to this is getting to be exhausting," Tammy finally said. She'd been setting in silence for several minutes after I finished the latest part of my story. "Not to mention how horny it's making me, Kathi!"

"Well, it was exhausting!" I admitted. "And, invigorating at the same time, so I understand how you're feeling. Getting to know Jim and Ted has been absolutely the most fantastic thing I've ever done. Those two guys are caring, and gentle, but at the sime time really know how to stimulate a girl. Wait until you hear what happened the next time we hooked up...."



Loosening the Bonds Ch. 11



"How long are you going to be gone?" I asked Ken in shock.

Ken gave me a cockeyed smile. "Two weeks."

I stared at him in horror "How—-" I began, then reinforced that with, "Did you. . ." 

He shook his head at me. "It can't be helped. As much as I love being home here with you, I do have to go out and earn a living at times, too."

I felt my stomach begin to flutter, and my hands to tremble. "But alone without you for two weeks," I protested again. "I--I don't know if I can go that long without sex anymore," I finally said, softly, almost haltingly.

Ken walked across the bedroom to me and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. Then he gently tipped my head back and looked into my eyes.

"Whoever said you have to go without sex?" he asked gently.

I stared into his eyes, shining at me with love, almost more love than I'd ever seen before. I started to speak but my breath caught. I hugged Ken tight and felt myself pant slightly for another moment, until I could finally ask,

"You want me to keep fucking other guys, even when you aren't here to watch?"

Ken positively beamed at me. "You'll tell me all about it when I get back, right?"

I laughed briefly, almost hysterically. "Well. . .of course!"

He nodded. "So. Yes, I'll be missing the immediacy—and, of course, the chance to participate," he told me huskily. "But I can fantasize about you while I'm gone, and anyway, the telephone does still work, last time I looked."

I shook my head slightly, still not quite believing it all. "You really don't mind?" I asked at last.

"Mind? Kathi, I'd mind if you were here alone, pining away with no release but your own fingers. But I know you'll be safe and warmly satisfied by our friends. And who knows, you may even make some new friends."

Before either of us could say anything more, the phone rang. Ken smiled again and kissed me quickly on the lips. "Go answer that," he told me. "That may even be a friend now."

I gave Ken a puzzled look a moment before letting go of him and rounding the bed to the telephone.

"Hello?"

"Kathi! Glad y'all finally got home." It was Jim. Ken, who'd come around the bed behind me, said softly in my ear, "Is it Jim? He called while you were out, said he'd call back about now."

I snorted lightly and gave Ken a loving slap on the butt. He went back to packing for the business trip he'd just sprung on me, while I turned my attention back to the phone.

"Kathi?" Jim asked.

"Hi, Jim," I said with a chuckle into the phone. "Ken was just giving me the message that you'd called. It's good to hear from you! What's new?"

Jim was silent a moment, then said, "Well...y'all said you wanted to know when Henry got into town. Well, he's here."

I felt a delicious shiver run up and down my spine, and the butterflies that had been in my belly a few moments ago took flight again. "Ah..." I husked, then cleared my throat and tried again. "Henry's the one with the pile driver between his legs, right?"

I could hear Jim chuckle. "Walll," he drawled, "somewheres 'tween a paihl driver and a bat'trin' ram," he told me. "Ted'n I sorta talked ya up when he got in, and he's kinda hankerin' to meet ya."

I could feel my pulse racing. "When?" I managed to ask.

"Well, there's four of us here right now with not much to do."

I felt that shiver again, harder this time. "Four of you?" I asked.

"Yeah," Jim told me. "Me'n Ted, and Henry and Tommy." There was a pause at the other end, then Jim said, "I plum fergot you ain't met Tommy yet. Walll, don't worry, Tommy's a good ol' boy, but he can mind his manners when he hasta."

I found myself laughing into the phone. "Sounds like you got things all worked out," I told Jim. 

"Shucks, nothin' but some boys with some beer," Jim told me.

I hesitated. The temptation was almost overwhelming, but...

"Other thing is," Jim added, "Henry's only here a day or so. He'll be back again, but he don't know when."

I felt my pussy quivering in anticipation, but.. . . "But Ken's leaving on a business trip," I finally told Jim, "and I was figuring he and I.. . ."

"Well, bring him along too!" Jim whooped. "We got plenty'a beer!"

I was about to tell Jim that wasn't what I meant when I felt Ken's hand on my shoulder. "It's a fine idea," he bent to whisper in my ear. "I can't think of a better thing right now that a party to send me off."

I turned to look at Ken, and saw the same lust on his face I knew was showing on mine. Ken smiled and added, "Jim told me what was up when he called earlier."

I leaned toward Ken and grabbed him around the neck, pulling his lips to mine for a short but fiercely passionate kiss. Turning my attention to the phone again, I told Jim,

"We'll be right there."

"We'll be waitin,'" he said.

I hung up the phone and turned to Ken again. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. 

"I figured you'd get more excited hearing it from Jim," Ken told me, "and anyway, we did need to get straight about my business trip."

I frowned at the reminder but then straightened. "Well, if it's going to be a party, well, then let's party," I said. I looked down at myself: blue jeans and a t-shirt--I'd been out shopping. "Any ideas on a party dress?" I asked Ken.

Ken gave me that quirky smile I knew so well and said, "I don't think it's exactly going to be a formal. Tell you what. I got a little something stashed away for an 'occasion' like this." He went over to his dresser and pulled out a brown bag, then turned and tossed it to me. "See what you think."

I opened the bag expectantly. . .then felt my face fall. I looked up at Ken in puzzlement.

"Jeans and a t-shirt?" I asked.

Ken smiled broadly. "Not exactly. Take them out and look closer."

I shrugged and pulled the items out of the bag. As soon as I had them, I could see Ken was right.

The blue jeans were cut offs. Well, closer to torn-offs. Waaayyy off. . .like torn off so high there were no legs left at all, in fact, some material was missing above where the legs would have begun. As I held them up, I could see the inside pocket material hanging down below the bottom of what was left; the pockets would clearly poke out from under the 'pants' when I had them on. I turned them over to find the left back pocket torn half-way off, and a resulting tear in the jeans fabric that would allow an alluring amount of the skin of my butt to peek through.

They were soft, and well worn in, and sexy as hell. They were also a size small for me, so would fit me like wallpaper.

I turned my attention to the t-shirt. It was kind of a light cranberry in color, and of a "Tank" style, with no sleeves, just straps over the shoulders. It was also small! I looked at the label.

"Size XS?" I asked Ken, who nodded.

"It's pretty stretchy," he told me. "Come on, try them on."

I smiled and shrugged. Ken hadn't led me wrong yet in the clothing department.

It was a matter of moments to shuck the 'normal' jeans and t-shirt I had on, as usual with no underwear. I could see Ken watching with rapt attention as I began to pull on the new cut-offs. Small though they were, there was no problem over my bare feet. The denim was soft and almost sensual against my skin as I snugged them up and around my hips, having to tug a bit to get them up and pulled around and buttoned in the front. I could feel them really tight against my pussy, almost as though they were trying to work their way inside the folds. I reached down to my crotch and felt around, and realized there was so little material left it WAS pulling inside the folds of my pussy! I scratched the denim gently and felt a resonance inside my cunt that was absolutely delicious. Finally, I fastened the metal buttons at he fly and turned to face Ken.

"OK so far?" I asked.

He licked his lips and nodded. "Even better than I hoped," he said huskily. "You need to look at yourself."

I shook my head. "Not until I have the shirt on. I want the whole effect." Suiting action to words, I picked up the t-shirt and began to work into it. It took a moment to get the combination of arms and head right, with only the two straps to work with, but then I had it on my shoulders, bunched up across my upper chest. Slowly, sensuously I pulled it down over my breasts. It was as much like wallpaper as the cut-offs, almost clinging to me as I unrolled and tugged it downward. It stopped about an inch short of my belly button.

It almost looked like Ken was having trouble controlling himself, but I knew it was just the anticipation of what was to come that evening being heightened by my appearance. I gave Ken my best smile and purred, "Looks like you like it."

Ken shook himself and sighed deeply, then told me, "Come look in the mirror."

I nodded and walked over to the mirror—and almost gasped. I couldn't believe how sexy jeans and a t-shirt could be!

The pocket liners were, as I had suspected, longer than the bottom of the denim, but instead of looking messy, the white material poking out my leg holes only served to emphasize just how short the cut-offs were, and how little material served to cover me. I spread my legs a bit to get a better look at the crotch. Yessss...now I could see as well as feel the material working its way inside my twat. There were definitely pussy hairs poking out the edges.

I turned partially around to check on the torn pocket, and found plenty of skin peeking through the ripped denim. . .more, in fact than I'd expected; the tight fit acted to force more cheek into the hole than seemed possible. I felt my hips twitching of their own accord; between how I looked and the denim rubbing in my pussy I was starting to burn!

Finally I looked up to see the shirt's fit, and was mesmerized at just how much of me showed through! Not only my nipples were clearly visible as little hillocks in the cloth (that I could actually see grow as I watched them!), but even the auriolas around the nipples stood out in relief. The shirt clung to all the contours of my breasts, and also served to lift them from my chest; the material I had tugged down my belly was pulling back upward, and taking my tits with it. It was astounding. Above the upper slopes of my breasts showed pink and enticing where the meager straps of the t-shirt failed to cover them.

There was no doubt. I was sex on the hoof, hot and ready for action.

And speaking of hooves—"What about shoes?" I asked, turning back to Ken.

"Well," he said, "it may sound odd, but I think white sox and your jogging tennies," he said thoughtfully. "It'll sort of lend an air of dignity to what is otherwise a pretty light-weight outfit."

I chuckled at that. "Sexy this outfit might be, but I don't think anything will make it look dignified!" I laughed again, and felt myself beginning to twitch all over. "But I don't care about dignity, it just feels good! Sox and joggers it is!"

I quickly went over to my dresser and snagged a pair of white athletic sox, then sat on the end of the bed and pulled them on. When I looked up, Ken had brought my jogging shoes and was holding them out to me. 

"Thanks!" I told him, then took them and quickly put them on. They really were my favorite shoes, anyway (other than thongs, of course, which let me be more naked); they felt snug and comfortable on my feet, and I could walk, jog, or do anything in them and not have to have sore feet later. Anything including getting fucked, I suddenly realized. Funny, I've never even considered getting fucked with shoes on. Maybe it's everything else, but right now even fucking with shoes on sounds like an incredible turn on!

As I finished lacing the shoes and stood up, I found Ken looking at me in what I can only describe as an appraising manner.

"What?"

Ken's look turned to a frown. "You were quite right, you know," he said gravely.

I cocked my head to one side as I looked at him. "Right?" I asked blankly. "About what?"

He took a deliberately slow, deep breath, and then sighed. "Your feet," he said at last. "They're all wrong. They make you look..." he trailed off.

I looked down at my feet, wearing the sox and tennies Ken himself had prescribed. "Make me look...what?" I wondered out loud.

Ken squinched his face up in a serious manner, staring at my feet and, at least, looking as if he was deep in thought.

"Don't they add enough of an air of dignity?" I asked lightly. I had a feeling this was all an act.

"Hmmm," he replied at length. "Dignity... Yes, I must admit they do lend that air of dignity I had in mind. But...."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "But what?" I finally said, half in a giggle.

"Well," he said soberly, "they add the dignity, but then they go farther, much farther – too far, in the end, if you must know. And now—"

I simply waited with baited breath for his pronouncement.

"--and now, you look positively...overdressed!"

We stared at each other for a long moment, then both of us broke into bright laughter. We must have stood there and roared with mutual laughter for most of two minutes.

"So what," I gasped at last, trying to recover my composure, "what do you think I should change into?" I finally got out.

Ken put forth an obviously large effort of control before finally answering, though he was still gasping for air as he spoke. "Change?" he panted. "N—no, not at all. The tennies are fine. Keep them, absolutely!"

I shook my head; I knew my face reflected my confusion.

Then I watched Ken's face slowly form itself into the look of lust I knew and loved to well. He stood there smiling at me for what seemed like forever, then said quietly,

"Lose the sox, Kathi. Then put the tennies on your bare feet."

I slowly pulled back into myself and let the thought sink in, as I sank back down to sit on the edge of the bed. I'd never worn tennies without sox. It just had somehow never seemed right. And yet, as I digested the idea, made it a part of me, I felt myself starting to grow warm in those certain special parts of me. No, I thought, for things like playing tennis or jogging, wearing tennies without sox wasn't right. But for this--I hugged myself as I felt a delicious shiver run up my spine--for this, it finishes the outfit perfectly. Nothing covering the essential, sex-craving me but one thin layer at any point. And at a whole lot of points, not even one layer!

I looked up at Ken and gave him a huge smile, and a nod, then quickly began the job of setting my footgear aright. The feeling of the sox, as I peeled them off, seemed to be almost releasing the final reins on the sexual me. Feeling my feet free like that made me feel free, free all over; much as I had felt free that night not so long before when I had finally become totally, totally naked on that dark porn theater balcony, Ken's cock buried in my cunt and my mouth wrapped around a stranger's cock. The first time two cocks had been inside me at the same time. Then, I slipped my now naked feet into the tennies--another first time, I thought to myself with a near silent moan--and as I tied the laces, the totality clicked into place. I could feel the silky cloth of the tank T caressing me tightly around my always sensitive breasts, and back and belly. I could feel the somewhat rougher fabric of the denim cut-offs hugging tightly across my waist, and even more tightly down the length of my pussy. And now I could feel the bare canvas of the tennies, gripping my feet, holding me tightly as if to say, no matter which of the other fabrics desert you, no matter what other article of clothing you may remove... we will be here. We will hang on to you and make sure you're ready for whatever the night throws at you.

It was an incredible feeling. I almost felt light-headed with the incredibly luscious lust of it. I felt myself shiver again in anticipation of what was to come--and come off, I added silently. 

I stood up and faced Ken, reveling in feeling every square inch of what little clothing I wore. "Sox off, shoes on, and I'm all ready to go," I said brightly, but with a definite husk in my voice.

"Then let's hit the road," Ken said, picked up his suitcase and started for the door.

"You're taking your suitcase?" I called after him, then started to follow.

"Yep," he affirmed as we got to the garage and climbed into the car, after putting the suitcase in the trunk. "My flight's shortly after midnight. But I'll stay as long as I can, and let you know when I have to leave. No sense interrupting your evening because I have a trip. I'm sure one of the others can get you home."

I smiled. Right then, getting home was the farthest thing from my mind!



Loosening the Bonds Ch. 12



I felt a strange combination of nervousness and excitement as I rang the front door bell of Jim's house. Excitement? That was obvious—I was in for a grand fucking by not only a guy with a pile-driver cock, but four other guys as well, five for as long as Ken could stay. My pussy was twitching uncontrollably at the prospect.

But I also felt a slight twinge of nervousness that Ken was going to be leaving me alone with those four guys. No, I didn't have a concern about them harming me; I knew Jim well enough, he'd protect me from anyone. But this would be my very first time fucking without Ken there to watch... and I guess, deep down, I was worried he'd love me less if he couldn't see me.

Silly, I know. Ken had proven a hundred times over that he loved me more the sluttier I behaved. But still, instinct is an awful thing, sometimes. I just hoped that I could shake the fear once the fucking started.

Then the door opened and all thoughts of concern fled. Jim was standing there, wearing only a pair of khaki shorts and flip-flops. His face lit up as he drank in the way I was dressed. 

"Sweet Gawd a'mighty, Kathi," he said, sounding almost breathless, "I didn't think it was possible for you to look sexier with clothes on than you do stark nekkid!"

I felt myself blushing a little, but a smile found its way to my lips as well. "Ken always knows just how to show me off," I replied, and I could hear an odd breathy quality to my own voice. "Not that I expect to be wearing these all that long..."

"Is that Kathi?" I heard Ted call from somewhere in the house.

"You betcha," Jim called over his shoulder. "Hey, Ken," he added, extending his hand.

"Good to see you again, Jim," Ken told him as they shook hands. "I guess Kathi's in for an exciting evening."

Jim nodded largely. "Ah'd say they's a good chance." He closed the door behind us as Ken and I entered the house. "So, I hear y'all can't stay?" he asked Ken, who nodded.

"Duty calls, sadly," he told Jim. "I'm booked on the redeye at 12:20, so I'll have to leave about 11:00 to get to the airport."

"Kathi gonna drop y'off?" Jim asked.

"No, Kathi's here for as long as she wants...or as long as you fellas will have her."

Jim stopped and stared at Ken for a moment, then laughed out loud. "I 'spect each one'f us'd like t'have her repeatedly," he said after a moment. "But, y'all are OK with her stayin' with us when you're gone?"

It was Ken's turn to smile. "As long as one of you takes her home at some point." Ken's smile turned from benevolent to wolfish. "Bearing in mind, I'm going to be gone for two weeks. And I really hate the thought of Kathi having to be alone for any more of that time than is necessary."

The happy smile on Jim's face turned into a huge grin, and he rubbed his hands together in glee. "Hot dawg," he said, "we're really gonna have us a pah-tee!"

Ted appeared at the doorway to another room where I could hear the sounds of a stereo playing and other men talking. "Hey, Jim, get them in here to meet the guys!"

"Right," Jim said, and showed us the rest of the way into the TV room.

As we entered, I was struck first by the fact that all four guys were dressed only in shorts—not a shirt, shoe or sock to be found on any of them. As I drank in the raw sexuality of all that male skin—while trying not to stare—I heard Ken whistle in surprise behind me.

"Wow," he said, awe in his voice. "This is not just a TV room, this is a media mecca!"

I drew my eyes away from whoever's luscious pecs I was drooling over to glance around the room. As I looked, I realized Ken wasn't overstating the case. Surrounding what must have been a 100-inch widescreen hanging on the wall, I could see at least two other medium-sized flatscreen TV's, what had to be an entire bank of video equipment (BluRays, DVD's, plus other things I couldn't even identify). On the other side of the main bigscreen was another bank of equipment that had to be audio. And then, flanking all these were more speakers than I'd ever seen deployed, even at an AV store.

I blinked a couple of times, then added my own "Wow!" to Ken's.

"So, you like our little playroom?" Ted asked me.

I had a sudden vision of Mail Girl, from the very first porno film I'd seen, performing on the 100-incher, and I had to grin. "It depends what you've got to show on it," I said in my sexiest voice.

"I'll tell ya, Kathi," Jim drawled, "I ain't never seen nothing Disney-like in Ted's collection."

"Mmmm," I replied, licking my lips. "So why don't you show me?"

"Perhaps," Ken broke in, "you could introduce us to the two fellas here we haven't met yet."

"What?" Ted said, then his face reddened. "Sure, where are my manners? Uh—" He turned to Jim for a moment. "Why don't you go get Kathi and Ken a beer, Jim?"

"Consider it done," Jim said, and headed off.

"Kathi and Ken," Ted said to us, "this is Tommy, an old friend of mine, just like Jim." He pointed to a young-looking, blond-headed fellow with either no fur on his chest, or hair so fine I couldn't see it.

"Pleased t'meet ya," Tommy said.

"And this," Ted continued, pointing to the last member of the mens' club, a swarthy and robust-looking hunk, "is Henry."

"I've been looking forward to meeting you, Kathi," Henry told me with a smile. "Jim and Ted have really talked you up, almost to sainthood."

I chuckled and returned Henry's smile. "Jim and Ted told me a few good things about you, too," I said huskily.

Introductions done, Ted had moved over to a rack of DVDs and begun searching through them. "In the mood for anything in particular, Kathi?" he asked as he rifled through the collection.

"Mmmm," I answered. "I haven't actually seen a whole lot of, uh, 'action' films," I told him. "Maybe something with a few macho guys...and a good looking girl."

Ted glanced at me for a moment, then smiled wickedly.

"I know just the one," he said, and selected a DVD. As he was placing the silver disk into a player, Jim returned with our beers.

"Here ya go!" Jim said jovially, handing Ken and me each a bottle. "Say, why're y'all still standin'? Make yourselves comfortable!"

Tommy and Henry were sitting on opposite ends of a couch, slightly to one side of the room; they pointedly moved slightly farther apart, and motioned for me to sit between them. I smiled at them and moved to do so. As I drew nearer the couch, I pointedly looked at each of their crotches. I could see tenting already begun in both of their pants—but the bulge in Henry's shorts was decidedly larger than Tommy's...or, from my growing experience, than most guys'.

"Mmmm," I said as I turned and sat between them, placing a hand on the thigh of each that was closest to me. "I can tell you boys are happy to see me."

As I was seated, I let each of my hands drift ever so slightly, until they gently rubbed the growing bulges. I could tell they were both, uh, firmly committed to having a good time that evening.

At that point the bigscreen sprang to life and the movie began. Within two minutes an amazingly pretty brunette was being stroked and petted on the screen by three very horny guys, who clearly had lovin' on their minds.

"Fan-damn-tastic choice," Jim told Ted. "I 'spect this flick'll get us all into the flow of the evening."

"I'm already getting into it," Tommy said. I was still very gently rubbing his cock through his shorts with the back of my hand; as he spoke, I could feel his hand gently light on my thigh.

I took a sip of my beer. I had no plans to get drunk that night; I wanted to enjoy everything with a clear head. The guys—except Ken, I could see, since he still had to drive to the airport—were downing their drinks with a bit more gusto.

The movie was moving along quickly, much to the delight of my companions. I now had a hand on my other thigh—I presumed it was Henry's—but I wasn't sure if it was the gentle rubbing on each of my thighs, both moving slowly but inexorably toward my crotch; or the action on the screen that was making me hotter, faster. 

The girl in the movie was now decidedly naked, as were her three companions. Two were getting hand jobs, while at the same time they were paying attention to the girl's honey pot and breasts. The third guy already had his dong deep in the girl's mouth, where she was slobbering over it with obvious relish.

"Hot damn!" Jim commented. "Those boys are sure enough fast workers."

I found my breath quickening as the hands drew ever nearer to my own mound of Venus. "Those boys on the screen," I asked Jim, "or these boys here with me?"

"Whichever," Jim replied with a grin.

There was no question my temperature was quickly rising. I was beginning to wonder what was going to have to happen to get the main event going, when suddenly Henry drained the last of his beer, and turned to me sadly. 

"I'm going to have to move for a minute, Kathi," he told me, a hang-dog expression on his face. "I need to go get another beer. I do apologize for disturbing you."

I sighed and moved my hand from his crotch to gently hold his hand in place on mine. "No need to apologize, Henry," I answered, turning my head toward him. "I completely understand."

Henry stood up, but instead of releasing his hand I held it more tightly, and pulled him to a stop.

"Actually, Henry," I said to him, "why don't you let me go help you with that?"

Henry stared at me for a moment, then grinned and used our joined hands to pull me to my feet.

"Delighted to have your company," he told me.

I heard a slight hiss of disappointment from Tommy as my hand was pulled from its gentle contact with his cock. Still, he had to know that Henry was the main attraction for me—or, at least, the first course. I turned and gave him a quick smile.

"Be patient big fella," I said softly. "There's going to be plenty of...beer...to go around."

Tommy grinned at me as I allowed Henry to lead me out of the media room, and through a set of swinging doors into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, though, he made no move to find a beer, but turned and leaned back against a counter, facing me.

"You sure do look hot in that outfit," he said appreciatively. "You dress that way all the time?"

"In jeans and a T shirt?" I asked innocently. "Of course. But," I added in a more sultry tone, "this particular set is my special party outfit."

That won me another grin. "Sister," Henry said, "it's a party just to look at you."

"Hmm," I said, and stared pointedly at his crotch, "I'm getting a pretty good view here myself." I moved closer to him and resumed my gently rubbing of his cloth-encased cock, now with my fingers involved. 

"That can't be comfortable, all cooped up like that," I told him, putting a look of concern on my face. "Do you think maybe he needs a little air?"

Henry closed his eyes for a moment and just enjoyed my rubbing, but then opened them again and looked into my eyes.

"He is almost suffocating in there," he told me. "Maybe a little mouth to, uh, cock resuscitation might be in order."

I grinned at him. "I thought you'd never ask," I said.

Dropping to my knees, I unbuttoned the waist of his shorts, and slowly—and carefully, so I wouldn't get slapped in the face by the spring action I expected from his huge member—lowered his zipper. Surprise! No slap of meat; the giant snake was encased in tighty whities under the shorts.

"Henry, Henry," I scolded. "Why are you torturing yourself so? These underpants are your big problem." I pulled him away from the counter he was leaning on, and quickly shoved his shorts to the floor, then more slowly worked the undershorts off of his cock and down his legs as well.

The cock, once revealed, set my heart beating faster. Just looking at it, I could tell that Jim and Ted's estimate of its size was, if anything, on the conservative side.

"There," I cooed. "That's better. Now you can breathe a bit." I indicated he should step out of the clothing now pooled at his feet. When he had done so, I picked up the whities and took a deep sniff of them before stuffing them into one of my pockets.

Henry chuckled slightly. "Souvenir?" he asked gently.

"I think of it more as a collection," I told him.

Licking my lips in anticipation, I reached up and grabbed his proud man staff with both hands. "Lord," I said reverently. "You do know, Henry, that I'm not going to be able to get much of this in my mouth?" I asked.

He nodded. "That's OK," he told me, "you should be able to get to the most sensitive part."

I grinned again. "I suspect you're right." And then I got on to the most sensitive part.

I heard Henry groan as I slowly eased my lips over the tip and, finally, the whole head is his cock, after first taking a moment to lick the pre-cum from the monster's pretty little eye. It felt, sort of, like stuffing a whole turkey leg into my mouth meat-end first-hard and yet soft, and tasting terrific even while forcing my mouth open about as far as it could go.

I managed to get the entire head in, and enough of the shaft to be able to lick teasingly at the highly sensitive spot on the bottom, right behind the head. Henry groaned some more when I did that; I could feel the whole thing twitching in response, and the muscles starting to harden even more.

About this time I felt Henry's hands groping at my boobs. Maybe trying to distract himself a little, so he wouldn't cum as quickly, he seemed to be trying to push my shirt out of the way.

Well, of course I was all for that. Playing with my boobs is always the key to my cunt, after all!

I slowly pulled back off Henry's steel-like shaft and quickly pulled my T off over my head, then hung it over my shoulder.

"Play with them, Henry," I said harshly. "I love when they're played with."

As I worked my way back onto Henry's cock, I heard a shuffling behind me, and a slight squeak as the kitchen's swinging doors opened behind me. I could almost feel four sets of eyes burning into my back, and could definitely hear some harsh breathing from someone who had come to watch.

"Looks like the party's already started," I heard Ted say quietly.

"Ain't none too soon," Jim agreed, and then he—at least, I guess it was Jim—grabbed the T shirt off my shoulder.

"She won't be needin' this for a good spell," Jim said, and there was a general chuckle from the four guys. For my part, I didn't much care. I wasn't keen to lose the shirt but I had more important things on my mind right at that moment!

The door squeaked again and I heard footsteps receding; apparently they weren't ready to watch the whole show yet. Or maybe they were getting ready for the main event—I mean, why just watch when you can prepare to participate!

Then I felt Henry—who was mauling my breasts in a heavenly way at that point—start to swell in my mouth. I slowed what I was doing to him, which was pretty energetic by then, and pulled back and off his cock, sitting back on my heels to gaze up at his face.

"Fun as this is, Henry," I said huskily, "isn't there a different part of me you'd rather have your big tool buried when you reach the finish line?"

Henry let out a deep sigh and languidly opened his eyes to look back at me. "I'll take whatever part of you I can get, Kathi," he told me, "but if you mean you're ready to be fucked, then we'll need to go find some place more comfortable than here."

I smiled and grabbed both of his hands, which had fallen to his sides when I'd leaned back, and used them to pull myself to my feet.

"Then let's go find one," I told him.

Henry only smiled in reply, and led me by the hand out of the kitchen and down a hall. With Henry's bouncing lance leading the way and my breasts bobbing as I walked, I imagine we made quite a sight as we passed the doorway to the media room; at least, we got some cat-calls and whistles from the other guys. I could hear footfalls behind us as we turned into a room at the end of the hall, but I ignored them. I really didn't give a rip if they all wanted to watch. I just wanted to have that battering ram stuffed into my pussy!

Henry stopped and looked at me as we reached the bed, a comfortable-looking queen size. "We can do this however you like," he said, "but most women I've fucked have preferred to be on top, at least at first."

I eyed his monstrous organ and nodded. "I can go with that," I replied, then started working on opening my cut-offs. "So, lie down and get ready."

He did so. I got the tiny jeans down my legs and off, then briefly turned to glance at the audience crowding in the doorway.

"Hey, don't feel like you have to be strangers," I told them. "Come on in and make yourselves at home. Once I get settled on Henry, you're all more than welcome to lend your hands to my body." I shivered slightly at my own words.

After that I paid the others little attention, however.

As I climbed up onto the bed and straddled Henry's legs, he noticed I was still wearing my tennies. "You want to get your shoes off?" he asked me.

I shook my head. "I'm going to keep them on. They're going to be my security blanket tonight," I said with a laugh. "If you guys get to be more than I can handle, I'll be all ready to run away."

Henry chuckled and looked me up and down. "That'll be quite a sight, you running down the street in tennies and nothing else on," he said.

I chuckled as well. "I think you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"As a matter of fact, I would," he told me. 

"Well, the night is young," I said promisingly. "You never know what lies ahead."

Henry smiled at me then, and reached out for my tits. I leaned forward slightly so he could reach them, and squatted there in delight for a minute as he worked on them. I could feel the effect his manipulations were having on me as well; reaching down to check, I found my pussy was sopping, twitching, and eager to swallow much more of Henry's monster cock than my mouth had been able to.

I straightened up, causing Henry's hands to pull away from my chest, and flexed my legs, raising myself up to where I could aim my cunt at the cock that awaited it. I lowered myself, slowly, until the head was just nestled in my nether lips, then moved the hard thing around a bit. It felt wonderful, and from Henry's groan of response he was also liking the process.

Then, I centered slot over shaft, and started to lower myself onto heaven.

Within moments I was feeling stuffed to the gills, more filled with cock than I had ever been, even when Jim and Ted had stuffed both their cocks into my pussy at the same time! Yet when I looked down, I had taken barely three inches of Henry's eight-plus-inch monster into me.

"oh, Kathy, your cunt feels to good, so tight around my cock!" Henry sighed.

"You're filling me up so much," I told him in equal bliss. "I've never felt so full!"

"Keep going, keep going!" was all Henry could say.

I did. Slowly, sensuously, I pushed lower on the luscious shaft. I was plenty wet down there, but the cock was so huge I had to stop every few moments to let my cunt get used to the feelings. A couple of times I lifted myself up a bit, then pushed down again, harder and farther, slowly getting more and more of Henry's stiff member inside of me. 

And then I felt the pressure of his pubic bone against mine, and I sighed in contentment as I realized I'd taken his entire salami into my pussy. It was so deep I could feel it pushing against my womb. I'd only felt something like that a couple of times before, and I reveled in the sensation. When it had happened before, it had only been briefly, after a really hard thrust. Now, the monster was actually at rest, pushing against my deepest points! I almost drooled at what this cock would do with a really hard thrust!

I wiggled my pelvis a little, to give Henry a preview of what was to come, then slowly lowered myself down onto his torso so I could reach his mouth. When he realized what I was doing, he wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me into a breathtaking kiss.




Loosening the Bonds Ch. 12



As our tongues dueled, I began to slowly raise myself off his cock. Just a little, at first, then back down to bottom the thing out inside me once more. Then again, a little more this time; then back. After a third time, Henry broke off the kiss and groaned in ecstasy. I took the opportunity to lever myself back up from his chest, and began to seriously work on fucking his cock.

As I did that, I began to feel other hands on me. One, two, three... then I couldn't keep track of them, and I just concentrated on what I was doing, humping up and down on Henry's flag pole while Tommy and Ted and Jim and, yes, even Ken played with my boobs, and my ears, and my hair, and gently stroked my back and arms and shoulders. The overall effect was so sensual I began to shiver with delight, and couldn't stop shivering as the sensations went on and on and on...

And then someone—probably Jim, though I couldn't tell for sure—slowly worked a finger up into my ass. I exploded in my first orgasm of the night and suddenly found myself going wild on Henry's cock, pistoning up and down like one possessed and, I was told later, wailing like a banshee! As my orgasm gripped me, it was like I couldn't hold still, I had to move, to increase the friction, to rub my G spot with that giant cock and try to make the orgasm go on forever!

Then, with no more warning that a tense gasp, I felt Henry tighten beneath me and inside me, and suddenly begin flooding me with what felt like a gallon of hot cum.

I felt Henry's hands on my hips, helping me thunder up and down on his shaft, at the same time he was moaning and thrashing beneath me. My entire body twitched almost uncontrollably, reacting to all that was happening to me, to the combined sensations of fucking, being fucked, being petted, being buggered, all at the same time. I briefly, wildly wondered if I could ever regain control of myself.

But then I reached the apex of my orgasm, and hovered there, my body as flooded with sensations as my pussy was with cum. I felt my pelvis begin to slow its assault on Mount Henry, with his hands on my hips aiding the process. The other hands still all over my body continued their loving caresses, as though massaging the orgasmic feeling throughout my body.

And then I felt breath on my face. I opened my eyes to find Ken's face right in front of me, his eyes glowing with love and lust all at once.

"That was beautiful, Kathi," he whispered, then swooped in to kiss me soundly, his tongue flying into my mouth and challenging my tongue to an athletic duel. I could feel his right arm around my shoulders, holding me close, while his left hand kneaded at one of my breasts, then the other.

Finally, breathless, he broke the kiss and moved back a little.

"I have to go now, lover," he told me gently. 

"No," I moaned. "I haven't been able to do you yet!"

"Just this much has given me enough to fantasize about for the next two weeks," he whispered, and I could hear in his voice he wasn't exaggerating. "Any more and I wouldn't be able to tear myself away." He gave me another, almost chaste peck on the lips. "And I must go. Duty calls."

I gave a sigh, and nodded. "I love you," I told him. Ken smiled back at me.

"I love you more than the world," he whispered. "But I do have to earn a living. And you have to have as much fun as you can, so you'll have story after story after story when I get back!"

I grinned at Ken, and wiggled my hips on Henry's cock once more. "I somehow think I can manage that," I said.

Ken gave me another peck of a kiss, then stood up and waved. As he disappeared out the door, I felt the remaining guys crowding closer around me; and when I looked, I could see that they all still wore their shorts, for some unfathomable reason.

"Well, come on, guys," I told them, looking around. "You heard my husband, I'm supposed to have fun! How am I going to do that when you all are dressed?"

"Just waitin' for an invite," Jim drawled, and began to undo his pants. I looked around the room at the other men.

"You, Tommy!" I said.

Tommy paused with his shorts half-way down his legs. "Yes, ma'am?" he asked.

"Two things," I told him. "First, please find my cut-offs on the floor and put them up on the dresser, so I can find them later."

"Sure thing, Kathi," he answered. He finished removing his own shorts, then looked around a moment before locating mine, and put them on the low dresser that stood against one wall. "Now what was the other thing?" he asked when he was done.

"Please take your underpants and stuff them into one of the pockets of my cut-offs."

He stared at me blankly for a moment, then a grin crept onto his face. "You want to remember me, eh?"

I nodded at him as he took his underpants—boxers, I noted—and began stuffing them into one of my pockets. "I want to remember all of you ... all of the men that I screw," I told him, told all of them. "I collect the underpants each man wears the first time we hook up. Not only is it a turn-on for me, to have all these different guys' shorts in my dresser, but it gives me a chance to introduce you guys to the joy of going commando!"

Tommy's turned to me and stared, but then I heard Jim chuckle.

"She's got that right, Tommy me boy," Jim said. "Kathi introduced me to no underpants the first time we fucked, and I haven't worn a pair since."

Ted nodded. "Me, too. Seems silly, now that I've tried going without. Why pay good money for a piece of cloth that does no earthly good?"

Tommy got a thoughtful look on his face, then shrugged. "I never thought of it," he said slowly, "but I guess it does make some sense." Then he turned lustful eyes toward me and added, "besides, I guess it makes it that much quicker to get undressed when it's time to fuck!"

"Now ya got the idea!" Jim commended him.

Meanwhile, I wiggled my hips around on Henry's cock, and was rewarded by feeling him start to harden inside me once more. I gazed down into his eyes and smiled.

"You up for another round?" I asked him lightly.

"Henry took a deep breath and nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be," he said.

"Great." I looked at the other guys, gauging the relative sizes of their equipment. "Except this time, I think we'll make it a real group effort. Anybody got some KY?"

"Right here," Ted told me, grabbing it from a night stand.

"Well, don't just wave it at me," I told him, "lube up my back door. Tommy, how'd you like the first shot at my ass?"

Tommy laughed sharply. "As long as there's pussy down the road for me, I'm willing to start anywhere," he said.

"OK then," I said. I could feel that Ted had my anus all glopped up and ready. "Take that tube from Ted and get yourself greased up, Tommy, then climb aboard.

"As for you two boys," I said to Jim and Ted, reaching out my hands for their cocks, "if you will place yourselves on each side of me, I think I can manage to let you share my mouth while the rest of me is occupied."

Jim and Ted began to move into position, and then I felt Tommy mount the bed behind me and work his way to my ass. I bent way down on Henry's chest again to provide Tommy access.

"You ready?" Tommy asked.

"On your mark, get set," I told him. "Go!"

Chills climbed up my spine as I felt this new dick pushing its way into my well-lubed ass. Between the lube and the finger that had been there earlier, Tommy was able to push all the way in in one long, slow stroke.

"Ooh, that feels so good," I moaned, when he was all the way in. I didn't bother to add that it was the feeling of his dick in my ass rubbing against Henry's monster in my cunt through my thin internal walls that amplified the pleasure for me.

I pushed myself up on my hands, then looked down at Henry again. "I'm going to need you to support me with you hands on my boobs," I told him, "and you're going to have to do the fucking this time, since I'm kinda stuck in the middle here."

"Your wish is my command," Henry told me, and immediately began to work on pistoning in and out of my well-stuffed cunt. His hands came up and grabbed my tits, sending the usual sparks flying to my pussy as well as propping my body up high enough that I could reach Jim and Ted's cocks. 

"Ooh, good start, Henry," I moaned. "Tommy, you get a rhythm going back there, too. I've already got my hands full up here. Literally," I added, as I grabbed each of the remaining two cocks with one of my hands and began to massage them, then turned and sucked Jim's cock into my mouth for a few moments, before turning my head and doing the same to Ted's cock. Then I alternated between the two of them, massaging whichever cock wasn't in my mouth at the moment with an available hand.

It didn't take long for Henry and Tommy to work out a rhythm, working their dongs in and out of my two holes in a delicious tandem motion. And it didn't take long after that for my orgasm to start to rise. It was very quickly all I could do to concentrate on my oral ministrations of the two cocks in my hands.

I have no idea how long our doggie pile went on, but I know I spent the entire time in blissful, orgasmic heaven. Whether it was the bliss of having four beautiful cocks simultaneously at my command, or the huge size of the pile driver in my cunt accentuated by the young and eager beaver in my ass, my own orgasm crested again, and again and again as they plowed their ways in and out of me, and I slobbered over Jim and Ted in turn.

There was hardly silence in the room. Each of the four guys moaned almost continuously as I worked on them, and they on me. I suppose I was moaning, or groaning as well, but all I remember is the sound of my mouth slurping at their fleshy straws, and the sucking sounds of the cocks plunging in and out of my ass and pussy.

And then I heard Tommy's breath begin to labor, and felt him start to stiffen in my ass...

"Do it, Tommy!" I yelled at him, pulling my mouth off the cock of the moment. "Pump that cum into my ass!"

"I'm almost there!" he shouted in return; then, after a couple more strokes, I felt his cock let go the first of nearly a dozen blasts into the depths of my bowels.

"I'm almost there too, Kathi," Ted panted at me from one side, which Jim echoed from the other. I slurped at a cock for another moment, then pulled off and concentrated on handing them to completion.

"Cum all over me," I hissed at them. "I want to bathe in your cum!"

"Yes, ma'am," Jim drawled, and quickly took his cock from my hand, to better aim at me as he finished himself off. Whether Ted simply liked the idea, or some sort of signal passed between them, he did the same thing, and soon I could feel hot sperm splashing against my back and cheeks, some doubtless settling in my hair as well.

I looked down at Henry, still holding me up with his hands and pumping like a steam engine in and out of my cunt.

"How about you?" I asked. "Getting close?"

"Any...second...now..." he gasped. Sure enough, after no more than a half-dozen more stroked, I felt him tense inside me, and add a second dose of jism to my already overflowing pussy.

At that, we all began to slow down, to wither and relax. I found myself lowered down onto Henry's chest once more, and felt Tommy lowering himself to press against my back. I could feel Tommy's arms against my sides as he reached down to support his weight, and keep from smashing me into Henry. On each side of me, I felt Jim and Ted settle to sitting positions on the bed.

We all stayed there, still and warm, catching out breath and letting our hearts resume their normal beating. I turned and rested my head on Henry's chest, hearing the slowing beat of his heart, and feeling like I was encompassed in a womb, or a cocoon.

At length, I heard Jim let out a sigh.

"Ya-hoo," he said breathily. "That was a hell of a ride, young missy."

"Mmmm," I agreed from my cozy spot, still pinned in place by two cocks. "A pretty nice way to start the party, I'd say."

"So, anyone ready for a little refreshment before the next round?" I heard Ted ask. I sighed and snuggled closer to the man currently in my arms.

"I suppose I need some," I said. "But somebody may have to carry me to the table."