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I will admit that when the subject of opening ourmarriage to new experiences first arose, I was not a greatfan of the idea. I've had my share of lovers, both long termand one nighters, and when I married my husband, I wasprepared to live and love exclusively within the bounds ofholy matrimony. This was a difficult decision for me. I ama very active woman, one who enjoys the passions of sexualescapades, and finds great pleasure in men, all men, allsizes, all colors, all backgrounds. I have e ven been knownto enjoy women from time to time, but more about that anothertime. As I was saying, last week, Phillip started aconversation at breakfast, concerning our weekend activities. "You know what, Kristi? I'd sure like to watch youdance naked at a topless bar." "We've done that, sweetie," I reminded him. "I know, but it's been over a year since that time, andyou know how it excited me when you did it!" Yes, I remember how excited he was. And me, too! Thatwas the night we went to a private club after the bar closed,and I performed live sex acts for the paying customers.Every one thought I was a hooker, and I certainly did actlike one that night. I fucked or sucked a dozen guys beforethe sun came up, each one thinking he was the best of thelot. A good woman is also a good actress! Some were verygood, others, well, others did their best. But the fact isthat night was a biggie for me and Ph illip. He watched hispretty redheaded bride have sexual intercourse with 12 men,then spent the next morning in bed sucking my cunt clean ofthe residue from the night before. "Besides," he continued, "you had a pretty good time,yourself. I don't recall you complaining about all the dick you got that night." "Yeah, but my pussy was sore for a week after that,remember?" "What's a little discomfort in the name of sex?" "That's easy for you to say. All you do is watch andhave a good time. I'm the one who does all the work. Why is that?" "Because, my little cupcake, I'm the one who thinks upall the good ideas. I like this arrangement. I think up theplots, and you fuck them out. I can't think of a more equitable relationship." "Well, I can. How about I think them up, and you act them out?" "Sure, darling. Whatever you think. I'll leave the next weekend up to you." I knew he wasn't serious. He was humoring me, trying to get me to admit that he's the brains of the outfit. Well, hewas barking up the wrong tree this time. I have as wicked a mind as any man does, and when it comes to sexual fantasies, I take a back seat to no one! "Great! I'll take that deal. But you have to agree to do whatever I tell you to do. For one full weekend. Deal?" I had his attention now. Phillip doesn't make deals without first considering all the aspects. He prides himself on following through on anything he says. I knew if he gave me his word on this, his ass was mine starting Friday night. He still hadn't answered me. I knew I was in danger of his not agreeing. I knew what I had to do. "You know, baby," I began, "I really am hot today. I don't know if I can wait two more days to have my pussy fucked and sucked by a roomful of strange men. You may have to find someone tonight to hold me over." I let my housecoat fall open, as if to accent what I was saying. Phillip watched as my 36D breasts rose and fell on my chest. He saw the nipples he loved to suck get hard, as my hand went to my pussy, stroking away at the clit, making me wet right infront of him. He watched in silence as I masturbated, as I opened my long slender legs and worked my middle finger inand out of my closely shaved cunt. "All this talk about me being in charge has made me so hot!" I was really getting worked up. But not because of my finger fucking my pussy, but because of the secret fantasies I was going over in my head. If Phillip agreed to this weekend's party, I was going to enjoy it as much as he did.Maybe more! "Can we do it, sweet balls?" My legs were straight out from me, my fingers strokingmy now very wet cunt. I wanted to come, but not before I hadextracted the promise of the weekend from Phillip. I wasclose to the edge. I slowed down, looked him in the eyes andbegged one more time. "Please? Give me your word on this.I'll make you very happy. Please?" "Oh, what the hell. How bad can you screw up? Sure,you got it. Now, let me watch you cum." I didn't need to be asked twice. My right hand wasburied in my cunt, pumping as fast as I could. Phillip gotup and walked around the breakfast table. He reached down tomy left nipple and pulled it away from my breast. He knewwhat he was doing! As he pulled and twisted the hard littleend of my breast, I felt the dam breaking inside my pussy! Iwas coming, and nothing would stop me now. Phillip's cockwas suddenly rubbing against my cheek. I turned my head toaccept it into my mouth. As his dick sunk into my face, mypussy started to erupt. Damn! As orgasms waved over me, asthe self-satisfied feeling of a cum well done settled overmy entire body, I turned my full attention to his cock whichhad by now slithered down my throat. He tasted magnificent.I knew that he wanted his cum, and I was more than willing togive him what he needed. As I continued to suck him off, amovement caught my eye. It was Juan, our gardner. Juan was walking past the veranda and had stopped at thesight of Phillip getting his cock sucked. I realized thegardner was watching, but my husband did not. I casuallypulled my robe back completely, allowing the man who tendedour lawn to get a full view of my naked body. At the sametime, I started to put a little pressure on Phillip's ass tomove him more directly into Hernandez's line of vision. WhenI had finished my maneuvers, the Mexican could see clearlywhat I was doing. He now had a f ull frontal view ofPhillip's prick sliding in and out of my mouth, while beingable to see my naked body as I began again to diddle my cunt,this time for his benefit. Knowing that someone was watching what I was doing mademe hotter than the first time I'd done it only for Phillip.I came quickly this second time, too quickly for my needs. Iwanted the gardner to see it all, to see me shudder inclimax, to watch me suck Phillip's cock into my mouth, towatch as I sucked the cum out of the master of the house'shard dick. Phillip had other plans. He stole the hard cockfrom me, and without a word, lifted me out of my chair andonto the table. My ass was on the ed ge, in fact, it wascentered right where I'd just finished breakfast. Phillipgently pushed me back on the table, moving the cups andplates away from me so I could lay flat. Once I was lowered into this position, Phillip did whathe always does when lust overtakes us. He surprised me!!Reaching past my naked body, he dipped his entire hand in thegrape jam jar, scooped up a handful of purple jam, andsmeared it all over my pussy and then, as an afterthought,wiped his hands on my tits. I was shocked at this turn ofevents. One minute I was seducing my husband, in return forhis allowing me to dominate the next weekend's festivities,and the next I was laying flat on my back, on the kitchentable, grape jam smeared all over my pussy, and a man whocan't even speak English was standing just outside the doorwatching the whole event! I was mortified, but what could Ido? Phillip wasn't about to stop. I realized that when hebent over and put his mouth over my cunt and began lickingthe jam off my pussy hairs, and out of my quim. Meanwhile, Juan didn't move. He must have beenwondering about the strange Gringo's behavior, but probablyhis foremost thought was, "How can I get some of that pussy?"Well, don't worry, Juan, when this is all over, and Phillip'sgone to his office, I'll still need some cock, and son,your's looks good from here. I'd never fucked him, but then,the opportunity had never come up. I'd fucked all the othergardeners Phillip had hired, and in time, I'd have probablygotten around to Juan. But this mor ning's observation of mygetting screwed on the patio deck was all the excuse I'd needfor moving Juan to the top of my list. All the while I was thinking about the Mexican's cock,Phillip had his mouth covering my pussy, and his tongue wasmaking short work out of the grape jam. I felt myselfstarting to build toward the ultimate climax. I always comehardest whenever a stranger is watching me. Phillip took hismouth away from my cunt! I wiggled my ass at him. No! Iwant more. Don't stop. Suck me!!! I needn't have worried. Phillip had no intention ofmaking me wait. His tongue was replaced by his dick! He wassuper hard. The very cock that had seconds ago been pumpingaway inside my head, was now ramming my cunt for all it wasworth! And it was worth plenty right then. As soon as hisdick made contact with my pussy, pushing aside my outer lipsand forcing its way deep inside my hot cunt, I knew I wasgoing to climax hard! It seems like only seconds after heshoved his way into my private lo ve box, that I started toclimax on Phillip's cock. And in that same instant, I feltmy husband's come flowing into me, spurt after urgent spurt. We don't often come at the same time. Even after thesemany years of marriage, our timing is not always perfect.But that morning it was. That morning, I came just as hiscock was spitting out the evidence of my pussy's tightness.He came like a man who'd been in prison for ten years. Andto think, only the night before I'd fucked him to within aninch of his life. Now here he was, shooting come into melike an eighteen year old boy. And I enjoyed every spurt! After he finished using my body like he'd use a whores,I got off the table, and walked weakly toward the doorleading into the kitchen. I still had my robe on, but it wascovered with grape jam. In fact, so was I. There was grapejam everywhere on my body. Everywhere, of course, except inmy pussy. Phillip had seen to that. The only sweet stuff inmy cunt was the load Phillip had just dropped off! As Istarted to leave the breakfast area, Phillip called after me. "Kristi, be careful of what you do today. And stay outof the yard. I don't think Juan could handle anything elseright now." I couldn't have been more surprised by that. Not onlyhad the gardner seen everything I had, not only had he seenmy husband using me like a two-bit slut, but Phillip hadknown all along that the man had been watching. And still heallowed me to act like a cheap whore in front of the hiredhelp. He'd deliberately treated me like a common cunt, forthe amusement of another man! No wonder I love him so! As I walked up the stairs to my bath, only one thoughtkept going through my mind. Wait till Friday night, youcocky bastard. Just you wait! Part II Phillip waited nervously. When he got home Friday nighthe expected to find me, but instead found only my note. Phillip, Sorry I couldn't be home when you got there. I've had a very hectic day getting ready for the weekend, and decided I needed a few more things. I wan t you to take a bath. After you finish, go to my jewelry box and you will find another note. Do not open it until after your bath. Do not put clothes on after you bathe until you read the second note. I will know if you have done what you were told. If you follow my orders, I promise you a night you will always remember. If you do not follow my instructions to the letter, the whole deal is off! Remember, I am in charge! Your loving wife, Kristi No doubt he thought this was a strange message, but he'sused to me doing strange things. I knew he was in the habitof taking a shower when he came home from work anyway. Hemust have decided to go along with the game, for a littlewhile at least. He went upstairs and started his shower. What he didn't know was that I was in the house, waitingto see if he'd follow my orders! He'd promised me that Icould be in charge of the weekend's festivities, and now Iwas going to see if he'd meant what he said. The proof wouldbe whether or not he was naked when he opened my jewelry box. Just thinking of him made me hot! I thought about himin the shower, water running down his back, down his legs,some of it running into the crack of his ass, some of itrunning down the length of his shaft. His shaft! I knew itwas probably hard right this minute. I knew he'd soap it up,run his hand up and down its hardness, twisting it back andforth as he jerked it back and forth! For just a moment Ithought about getting in the shower with him, falling to myknees and sucking his hard dick i nto my mouth as the showerspray pelted my face. I could taste his salty cum as itwould splatter against the back of my mouth, and slide downmy throat, followed by yet another blast and then another!I loved to suck his cock. Well, actually, I love to suck anyone's cock, but especially his. My mind wandered back to aparty we'd attended last weekend. I remembered Peter Jenson,and most especially I remembered Pete Jenson's hard cock! I'd been talking to Pete Jenson, enjoying the delicatepleasures of good conversation. Pete's a friend of myhusband. They worked together years ago when both werestarting out in business. They'd remained friends for allthe years following. Pete likes me. I mean, he likes me alot! He'd fuck me in a heartbeat if he wasn't married to themother of all bitches, Harriet. Harriet is a woman uponwhich a pussy had been wasted. As far as Pete's concerned,it could just as well have been sewed shut years ago.Harriet has one thing going for her, one thing that made hera wife worth keeping. She's worth a little better than $10million dollars, and she holds the mortgage to Pete'sbusiness. It was for that reason, more than any other, thatPete stays faithful to his wife. I guess I should say,"stayed" faithful, because after last Friday, I don't thinkhe still falls into that category. You see, I wanted to fuck Pete. I knew I'd have anuphill fight, and that the efforts probably wouldn't havebeen worth my trouble except for one thing. Phillip has toldme about Pete's cock. They showered together after a roundof golf at the club, and Phillip told me the man could usehis cock for a golf club! Last Friday, after what I did, Iwould have gladly been his caddy. It really wasn't planned. Not at first. At first I wasjust talking to him, about business, about Harriet, and aboutlife in general. Then the conversation turned to sex, (italways seems to when men and I talk) and he confided thathe'd not had sex in better than a year! At first I thoughthe'd been joking, or trying to play on my sympathies, but themore he spoke, the more I believed the man. A year! Harriethad decided the two of them would be celibate, and to thatend, she cut out all sexual relations between them. He wasbecoming a basket case. I asked him why he didn't get somefrom another source. "After all, Pete, damn near everywoman's got a pussy, and most would share some with a sweetguy like you." I really had embarrassed him with that statement. Hewasn't used to a woman using that type of language, and Iguess I shouldn't have said it. But a year? Pete explainedto me that he'd never been unfaithful, and his intentionswere to remain so. He didn't want to risk losing his wifeover a quick piece of ass. Besides, he could alwaysmasturbate, he said, and did quite often. But he added thatlately, there wasn't much pleasure in even that. I knewright away what his problem was. A man has to have somethingto fantasize about if he's going to pull the pud. I decidedthen and there that I would give him the inspiration heneeded, if ever the opportunity arose. And it arose fifteen minutes later. Pete excusedhimself. He had to find the little boys room, he said. Itold him I knew where it was, and I'd take him there. Hedeclined at first, and just asked where it was. "Nonsense," I replied, "Let me show you. You'll neverfind it by yourself, and besides, I don't want you to piss inthe linen closet!" Taking this shy guy by the hand, I led him upstairs tothe master bathroom. He thanked me and turned to go in. Iwaited outside as he closed the bathroom door. I didn't hearit lock! I waited close by the door, waiting to hear thesound of pissing, waiting to know if he was really in theredoing what he said he was going to do. I heard noises, allright, but they weren't bathroom noises. At least not thekind most people make. No, these were noises of pleasure. Islowly turned the door knob. I was right! He hadn't lockedthe door. As I pushed the door open, I caught sight ofPete's back as I saw his reflection in the mirror. I knewfrom the position of the back that he couldn't see the dooropen. Finally, it was open half-way, and I knew what he wasdoing. Pete Jenson was jerking off! I could tell by the wayhe was hunched over the counter that he was whacking thebishop for all he was worth. (I'd just learned that phrase afew days earlier, and have liked it ever since!) I must havelet out an involuntary gasp, because suddenly Pete whirledaround and faced me, his hard cock still in his hand. Actually, in fairness, I should say his hard cock waspartially in his hand. That boy was holding more hard meatin one hand than I'd seen at my last three swing partiescombined! I am sure it must have been at least 15" long, andbig around as my arm. No wonder Harriet became celibate.That thing could kill a normal woman. (but what a way todie) Pete just stared at me, sorta like a wounded animal.He was trapped, and he knew it. I guess he was worried thatI would say something to some of the o ther guests at theparty. I guess he thought I wouldn't be able to keep what Isaw private. He was wrong. I wanted to keep that thing of his veryprivate. I mean, if Harriet didn't want it, I sure as fuckdid. When Pete didn't say anything, I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. "Please," he started, "I'm sorry you saw this. It'sjust that talking to you got me so hot, and I needed torelieve this...this...thing." "Pete, Pete! It's okay baby. I'm not mad or shocked.I just want to help you with it, that's all." I started towalk toward his giant prick, but he stopped me. "You can help, but you can't touch it. I was seriouswhen I said I'd never be unfaithful to Harriet. But you canhelp." "How?" "Just stand there. And watch." His words had a plea inthem that I could not ignore. Of course, I'd stay and watch!In fact, a message from the president couldn't have gotten meto leave at that moment. Presently, Pete began to jerk onhis cock again. He used long, twisting motions while at thesame time pulling his dick back and forth, increasing thespeed as time went by. I leaned against the sink andwatched, utterly fascinated as this shy fellow continued tojack off in front of me. I wanted that cock worse than anyI'd seen in years. I started toward him again. And againhis only reply was, "No. Stay there. I need to come so bad,and I'm thinking of you while I'm doing this." I relaxed again against the sink. The mirrors werefloor to ceiling on the side facing me. And watching Petecontinue to pull his cock was making me hornier and hottereach moment. I had to do something. Reaching down to thehem of my skirt, I lifted it slowly up to my waist. I knowthis show must have affected Pete. His tempo was picking upspeed, his eyes were glued to the figure standing in front ofhim. He took in my long legs, my slender thighs, my garterbelt holding up the silk stockings Phillip liked so much.His eyes continued to travel upward, upward to my closelyshaven cunt which was framed by the belts off the garter. Iwas wearing no underwear, save the garters and stockings. Myfinger started to flick across my clit, and my wet steamycunt was already starting to take on a life of its own. Iput first one finger, then a second, and then a third into myown pussy. I started to move my hand to the same tempo Petewas moving his. I opened the top of my dress. My naked breasts becamevisible to Pete. I took my right hand out of my cunt andsmeared pussy juice on my left nipple. It was already hardas a rock, and now it glistened as the juice from my cuntgave it a sheen. Pete was pumping his dick harder now. Itseemed to have gotten larger in the process. My dress wasopen all the way down to my waist, and the skirt was tuckedinto the waistband. I was losing control, lost to mypassions and my obsessions. And I wanted t hat monster cockin me. In my mouth or in my pussy. Or in my ass if that wasthe only place I could get it. Phillip always tells me that a hard dick has noscruples. I counted on that being true. I slowly crossedthe three feet of empty space that separated me from thebiggest dick I'd ever seen. This time Pete didn't tell meno. This time, he just looked at my exposed body andcontinued to pump his rock hard cock with the dedication of ajack hammer breaking through concrete. I slowly loweredmyself to a knelling position in front of his hand held cock.It seemed even bigger just inches from my face, j ust inchesfrom my mouth! I leaned forward. It was now or never. Mybreath was warming the end of his cock. Slowly, almostwithout motion, he brought his dick to meet my moist, openlips. I don't know if I leaned into it, or if it slid intome, but within micro seconds, his cock was in my mouth,filling my cheeks to capacity. I couldn't suck it in, Icould only allow it to force its way between my jaws. It was so big, I couldn't get the whole head in! Isucked at what I could, flicking my tongue around whateverspace it left me in my mouth. Pulling my lips off the cockhead, I opted to lick the long under shaft. He had notstopped his incessant hand movements, the jacking, thetwisting, the distorting constantly of shape and color! Mylips and tongue reached the base of his cock. I licked underthe base, licked his ball sack, kissed the hairy wrinkled bagof balls. I wanted more! I wanted to sh ove my tonguebetween his legs, to lick the rim of his ass, to plunge myhot, pink tongue inside his ass hole. He must have felt myurgency. He squatted down a little and spread his legs. Iwas on the floor, my head disappearing behind him, my tonguelicking his ass cheeks, and now, as he opened his legs wider,I scooted under and up. I found his ass hole. As I pushedmy tongue inside, tasting the bitter taste of his ass, myhand snaked around to the front of his thighs, my nailsbrushing his hairy leg s, reaching higher and higher until myhand found the treasure I wanted so badly to fuck! I had my hand on his cock, helping him jerk. The backof his legs were rubbing against my breasts, my nipplesalready committed to a degree of hardness I'd neverremembered before. I have done some tawdry things, fuckedsome rough guys in rough places, but nothing like this hadever gotten to me before. I was sitting on a bathroom floor,my body open and exposed, my head buried in this man's ass,while my hand was entwined through his legs and around hiscock, and I couldn't have cared who saw me. And almost like an answered passion, the bathroom dooropened, and there stood my husband! I stopped for a moment,when I heard the door open. I looked down, between Pete'slegs, and saw Phillip standing there. I smiled at him andcontinued my licking, jacking, biting actions. I opened mylegs wider still, giving my husband a clear view of my wetpussy. I wanted a dick there, and I guess my exposing it toPhillip was my way of asking him to help me. But then, ithappened. Pete let out a grunt mo re primitive than any I'dheard before, and suddenly his massive dick was pouring outcum, not by the squirt, or the teaspoon, but by the quart! Iwas not prepared for the quantity of come that flowed fromhis giant dick! It was the equivalent of having an entirecocktail poured on your face. As quickly as his passions had built, his cock went softin my hand. Suddenly I was able to judge the full heft ofthis giant cock, as the strength it possessed waned, and itbecame dead body weight. And it was sooooo heavy! I wiggledout from under him. He was as close to a catatonic state asI'd ever seen a man. There was no doubt he'd enjoyed whathad transpired. He was exhausted from his efforts. Andmine. Phillip watched as I stood up. I wanted to lick thecome off my hands and arms, but there was just too much ofit. I did the next best thing. I licked my fingers clean,and then turned on the faucet to wash the rest away. Aftermy hands and arms were clear of semen, I started to button mydress, only to find the front of it was coated with his come.Unbeknownst to me, Pete had shot a few good squirts on mydress! I was a mess. Phillip seemed to enjoy this wholescene immensely. He stood there at the entrance of the bathroom, and watched as his wife tried to clean the come ofanother man off her dress. "Close the door, please," I asked him. "Why?" he asked back. "For privacy!" "You don't need privacy, bitch. You need an audience!" And then he smiled. I was thinking about this story while I stood downstairsand listened to Phillip's shower run. I would have liked tohave gone upstairs and gotten into the shower with myhusband. I would have liked to have gotten on my knees infront of his cock, and would have liked to have recreated thescene in the bathroom with Pete. But that would have spoiledthe evening, and I have such great plans for Phillip. ForPhillip and Phillip's cock! Part III When Phillip cam e out of the shower, I listeneddownstairs to his footsteps. He still didn't know I washome, but I had left explicit directions for him. He was togo into our bedroom, still naked, and open my jewelry box.There he would find his next set of instructions. I listenedto the bathroom door open, I heard his footsteps as he walkeddown the hall. I listened as he opened our bedroom door. The intercom was on in our bedroom. We had the lightdisconnected so we could take turns listening to each otherwhenever we had company over to spend the night. It wasPhillip's idea. He said it turned him on to sit in his shopdownstairs and listen to me getting fucked by another man twoflights up. But the light was a dead giveaway, so hedisconnected it. Now it was my turn to listen. I heard thetop open on my jewelry box. The familiar tune to the lovesong from Dr. Zivago played every time it was open. I heardhim sit on the edge of the bed, and then silence. That wouldhave been while he read the next note. My dearest Phillip, Hope you had a good shower. If you are doing everything I told you to, you should be in the bed- room, buck ass naked. Ummmmm, wish I were there. I have a great weekend planned for you, but you must help me. I have some things you need to do, and some things I need you to wear. If you open the door to my closet, yo u will find a small paper sack. In the sack you will find three items. Please put these on before you get dressed. I don't care what you wear for outer clothes. I would suggest casual, but you must have the three things on under them. If you don't the whole night is off. And I should tell you, you'll miss the best weekend of your life. There is also a small key in the bottom of the sack. I would suggest you remember to put it in your pocket. love, your mistress. I heard the closet door open, and the bag crinkle as heopened it. Silence. Then I heard the bed squeak again. Iknew he was sitting on the edge again. I imagined what theexpression on Phillip's face must have been as he took eachitem out of the bag. He must have looked them over and over,turning them this way and that, and finally he would make hisdecision. I knew how he would decide. The items? A jockstrap, a cock ring, and an anal plug. The jock strap was a common garden variety, nothingspecial, except the size. Phillip wore a size 42, I hadpurchased a size 36. The cock ring, and the butt plug werespecial, however. I had paid big bucks for them. But I knewthey were worth every penny they'd cost me. They were remotecontrolled vibrating units. Of course, Phillip couldn't haveknown that. The other thing he didn't know was that the cockring was fixed with a locking latch. Once it was on his dickand around his balls, and he snapped it closed, it would onlyopen with a key. The key in the bottom of the sack. I took the last envelope for him out of my purse andplaced it on the sofa table at the bottom of the stair case.It had PHILLIP written on it in red lipstick. I knew he'dfind it when he came down stairs. I listened to theintercom, but there was no noise. I know I must havelistened for at least five minutes. And then I heard it. CLICK. It was the cock ring. He'd put it on and snapped itclosed. Seconds later I heard his closet door open and thesound of hangers moving. I knew he was getting dressed. Ifall went well, our fantasy weekend would start in about tenminutes. I went through the kitchen and into the garage.All I could do now was wait. As I sat in the darkness of the garage, waiting in thebackseat of our luxury sedan, I ran the scenario of what wasprobably happening inside the house. I looked at my watch.By now, Phillip was coming down the stairs. He would find mylast letter. He'd open it. It was short and to the point. Phillip: If you are ready to begin, you will now go into the kitchen, pick up the car keys on the kitchen table, and go into the garage. Do not turn on the garage lights. Go directly to the Lincoln and get in the front seat, behind the driver's wheel. Do not look behind you. Start the car, and head for the interstate. Do as you are told, speak only when spoken to, and obey every command. The fantasy will last until you fail to follow these instructions. Follow my orders and I will take you to heights you've never even dreamed existed. Fuck up, and you fuck alone. Your Mistress, Mistress Krist ian As the contents of the final note were thought throughover and over, my concentration was broken by the sound ofthe garage door being open. As ordered, Phillip walked downthe steps without turning on the light. He walked up to mycar, opened the front door, and slid behind the steeringwheel. Without looking into the back seat, he started thecar and drove out of the garage, turned right, and headedtoward the interstate. The Fantasy Began! II Aft er we had left our neighborhood, and the suburbs werebehind us, Phillip picked up speed. I didn't say a word forfully ten minutes. This was more fun than I ever imagined itwould be. I knew Phillip sensed I was sitting there behindhim, but he followed my orders exactly! I wasn't sureexactly how to break the silence. Then, suddenly I knew.The answer was about a hundred yards up the highway. I saw aman standing on the side of the road. His hand was out, histhumb pointed westward. It was a spur of the momentdecision. I knew this was the perfect opportunity! "Stop the car and pick up the hitchhiker!" I heard myvoice say, and even I was surprised at the authority in myvoice. Apparently, so was Phillip. He hit the brakes intime to stop before we passed the boy. (Now that we werecloser, I realized it was a boy.) "Lower the window." Phillip did as I commanded. The side window on thepassenger side, back seat, came down. I leaned over to thatside of the car. The young man looked in, first at me andthen at the front seat, at Phillip. "You want a ride?" I asked the stranger. "Yes'm. You going to Dallas? "Hop in, we'll get you there." I answered him. "Thanks." He got in the back seat and looked over atme. "I didn't think I was ever going to get a ride." I looked him over, as well as I could in the darkness ofthe backseat, and decided that he was a nice looking youngman, but not very old. He seemed a bit ill at ease. I knewI could make him comfortable. "What's you name?" I asked "Kyle. And yours?" "Kristi. And the driver is Phillip." "Oh, hi. Glad to meet you. You too, Phillip." Phillip was silent. At first I thought it wasdisapproval, but then I remembered the game. "Phillip, speak to Kyle." "Hello, Kyle." Perfect! He was following my instructions to theletter. He was not speaking until I spoke to him! This wasgoing to be a great weekend! I turned my attention back toKyle. "You live in Dallas, Kyle?" "No, ma'am. Fort Worth. But I plan on spending thenight in Dallas, and then going on to Cowtown in the morning.I go to school in Fort Worth." "And what are you studying?" "Economics with a minor in Accounting. You live there?" "Oh, no. We live about five miles from where we pickedyou up. We're just going to Dallas to spend the weekend. Toparty!" "Oh, I see." Kyle was puzzled, I could see that. "Doyou and your chauffeur party together?" Now that was funny. It hadn't occurred to me that thisboy wouldn't realize Phillip was my husband. Of course hewouldn't. I hadn't introduced Phillip as my husband, andwhen I spoke to him, I did so in a sharp and curt manner. Idecided to continue the charade. "Phillip is an excellent party partner. He approves ofeverything I do, and never gets in the way of anything I wantto try." "You like to party?" he asked, more I think out ofpoliteness than curiosity. "Sweetie, sweetie, I AM a party!" I moved a bit closer to him, my knee touching his. Hewas interested in me, I could see that by the bulge in hispants. I've become quite a pants bulge expert over theyears, and this boy was registering a six on a ten pointscale. I thought I might raise his ratings a bit. As wecontinued to talk, I rested my hand on his thigh. Justrested it there. He opened his legs a bit, I'm sure just areflex, but the movement was there. We continued to talk, mostly about schools, the highcost of living in big cities, and finally, the subject ofgirls. "You got a girl friend?" "Yes, ma'am. That's where I was today. Visiting heryesterday and today. But I have to work tomorrow night, so Ineeded to head back." "I'll bet she was glad to see you." "Well, not exactly. We've been fighting all week byphone, and so I hitchhiked up her to try to straighten itout. But I'm afraid it didn't work out like I'd hoped." "Oh, I'm so sorry. What are you two fighting about?" "Well, it's kinda embarrassing." "That's okay, sweetie, you can tell me. Maybe I canhelp you figure out how to solve your problem." "You sure it won't embarrass you if I tell you?" "Kyle, there is nothing you could tell me that I haven'theard before." "Well, the problem is sex." "Ooo, how so?" "Well, she doesn't like to do it as much as I do, andwhen we do it, she's so...so..." "Inhibited?" "Yeah, that's it. She's so inhibited. I mean, she hasto have the room dark, and she'll only do it once a night. Imean, I'm not a sex fiend or anything, but come on, I gottahave more than that!" I moved my hand along the inside of his leg. Not a lot,just a little, just enough to let him know I was interested.I thought I'd raise the ante a bit. "Does she suck your cock?" That did it. The bulge in his pants moved to a nine.He was taken back by that question. But he recovered nicely. "Not well, and I really like that done to me. I mean, IREALLY like it!" "Well, if you were my boyfriend, I'd suck your dick atleast once every day! But then, I really like to suck cock." BINGO! The boy hit a ten! "Well, if you were my girlfriend, I'd certainly let yousuck it as much as you wanted." By now, my hand had traveled the entire length of hisleg, and was resting against the hardness I could feelpushing against the back of my hand. I turned my hand over,so the softness of my palm could measure the hardness of hiscock! Without saying anything, I rubbed and massaged hiscock till I thought it was going to come through his pants.He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. He intended tomake it an exploratory kiss, just a quickie to see if I wasas friendly as I was acting. I had o ther plans, however, andpressed my lips back against his. I opened my mouth,inviting his tongue to come visit. And it did. This boycould kiss! Kyle may have been young, but he wasn't shy. As histongue pushed its way into my mouth, his hands roamed over mybreasts, tweaking my nipples, making them harder than theyhad been. He felt me through my clothes better than many mendid when they had me totally naked. I was hot! I wanted toknow this boy better. My hand was rubbing his cock throughhis jeans. His dick was well defined even under hisclothing. I knew there was a treasure in store for me, and Iwanted to dig for buried treasure! As my husband continued to drive along the interstate, Ireturned to my explorations. Taking Kyle's hand, I moved itunder my sweater, encouraging him to continue his bold movesbut this time, flesh on flesh. He discovered I wore no bra.While his left hand kneaded my tits, his right hand slippedunder my skirt. I parted my legs, giving him greater accessto my pussy. It was protected by a pair of sheer panties.As his hand discovered this hindrance to his forwardprogress, I felt his discouragemen t. "Rip them!" I whispered into his ear. He didn't needto be asked twice. His hand bunched up my panties, with noattempt to be delicate or gentle, and suddenly tugged them inon jerk. The wispy fabric didn't stand a chance. Hewithdrew his hand from under my skirt, and with his hand camewhat was left of my satin briefs. I took them from his handand tossed them over the seat. They landed next to myhusband's hand. He knew what had happened. After this, I knew there was no turning back. I wasgoing to be fucked, and fucked hard! I sensed this boydidn't have a great deal of experience, but his enthusiasmmore than made up for his lack of expertise. For a moment, Ithought he was going to rip my sweater off. I headed him offby pulling it up over my head. This too, I threw over theseat. Phillip was keeping track of my state of undress bythe garments that were coming over the seat. It was my turn now. I opened Kyle's shirt, one buttonat a time, replacing each buttoned area with my mouth, mytongue licking Kyle's hairless chest. My long redfingernails traced the path of my lips, raking across histender skin. I paid special attention to his nipples. Theywere taunt, and like the rest of his body, hard! My mouthsucked in one then the other, each nipple hardening in mymouth. I knew he'd never had a woman do that to him before.Young girls don't know about this part of a ma n's sexuality.I continued to unbutton his shirt, and soon, it wascompletely open. My hands didn't stop there. I unlatchedhis belt buckle, and pulled open his belt and unbuttoned hisfly. I felt the heat from his hot cock long before Iactually saw his massive tool! Young cock! Hard as a rock! I pulled his jeans down around his ass. He wore nounderwear. (Damn! I was going to throw those over the seatalso.) His hard, hot cock sprang out at me, like a javelinsuddenly appears in the enemies' hearts. I couldn't wait anylonger. I wanted that cock! I NEEDED THAT COCK! My mouthwatered for the young boy's dick. There was no finesse in myapproach to his suckable cock. I simply leaned forward andswallowed his dick, straight down my throat, until my lipswere tickled by his pubic hairs. Then I began to suck! Iwanted his come, and I wanted it NOW! He was developed like a man, but he had the control of aboy. A young boy! I was no sooner sucking his dick that Ifelt it start to swell, preparing to come in my mouth. I wastorn between pulling my mouth off him, and the empty feelingI knew I'd feel if I did! Fortunately, I didn't have to makemy decision. As quickly as I began his blow job, he spilledhis hot seed in my mouth. And it was so sweet! I sucked himas hard as I could, I wanted more of his cum, but for now,this boy-man had no mor e sweet nectar for me to draw throughhis dick. His cock was still hard, though, and I didn't wantto waste it. I unzipped the side of my skirt, slipped my hotass out of it, and tossed it over the seat for my husband.Now I was naked, and my pussy was burning with need. Iallowed Kyle to lay me back on the seat, and pulled him ontop of me. My legs were as wide open as they could be in the backseat of the car. Kyle aligned his dick against my pussy, andsuddenly he shoved his cock into my tender pussy. He beganto bully his dick into me. He may have been a boy, but hewas fucking me like a man! I couldn't believe how good theboy could fuck! His girlfriend was an idiot! If I had thispiece of meat hanging around for my use, I'd have this boy inmy cunt so much, he'd think he'd grown a pussy on the end ofhis dick! I put one arm on the back of the front seat forbalance. It touched Phillip's neck, and I left it there! Ididn't have time to think about Phillip right then. At thatmoment, the only thing that could get my attention was thethrusting of Kyle's cock, in and out of my tender pussy. Iwanted to ask him to be gentle, but didn't. I somehow knewhe wouldn't know how to be gentle. At his age, he was doingwell to know how to fuck! There was something wrong, however. I couldn't placewhat it was, but I knew there was something not quite right.Then it hit me. Phillip had pulled around a truck on theinterstate, but instead of passing it, he allowed the truckerto view down from his cab high above our sedan. And what ashow the man was getting. I had my legs up, one over thefront seat, the other on the rear deck! Between these twoshapely legs, I had Kyle's hard dick firmly encased within mycunt. And add to all this the fa ct that a strange man waswatching what was happening... At least, I comforted myselfwith this thought, at least the trucker can't see everything.My wanton act of sexual frenzy was partially concealed by thefact that the car was dark. I knew what I had to do. I called out to Phillip."Hit the lights!" He knew what I wanted. Almost instantlythe dome light inside the car came on. Suddenly our act thatwas started in privacy now had an audience. The trucker wasgetting an eyeful watching Kyle fuck me. Kyle didn't miss astroke, Phillip kept our sedan equal with the truck, and Ihad an extra orgasm knowing the trucker was able to see Kylepoking his cock into my cunt! My orgasm triggered the one building in the youngsterpounding my pussy. He suddenly pushed his hard cock into meas far as he could, and I felt it convulse wildly as hepumper spurt after spurt of hot come inside my steaming cunt.I felt him release himself as his sperm drained from him intome. The hot fiery liquid burned its way into my pussy, and Ifelt the ultimate conquest! Kyle pulled his dick out of my love hole. Phillipallowed us to fall behind the trucker, who was now about ahalf mile ahead of us and by now probably was pulling on hisown cock, seeking the relief in his hand that Kyle hadalready found in my pussy. I told Phillip to pull over. Hedid, pulling off the interstate, and into an abandoned gasstation. He stopped the car, but did not turn around. Iknew he wanted to, I knew he wanted to look at his naked wifeas she lay entwined in the arms of this b oy-man, this personwho had just shot hot come into his wife's pussy, but he didnot. He was waiting for permission to look. Finally, I knewit was time. It was time to begin Phillip's fantasy weekend. "Phillip, get out of the car and come around to myside." He did as he was told. He opened the door of the carand looked inside. What a picture he found. His wife andthe boy both naked, both spent from fucking moments before.I spoke curtly to my husband. "Clean me. And don't use youhands." Kyle watched with amazement as Phillip fell to his kneesand placed his mouth over my cunt. As my husband licked meclean of all residue from the stranger's cock, my clit becamehard again, straining from under its hood, trying to secureanother orgasm. It was only right that I should give it whatit wanted. As my husband licked my pussy, Kyle twisted myhardened nipples in his hand. I wrapped my legs aroundPhillip's head and used my ankles to force his face deeperinto my cunt. As he licked, I b uilt toward an orgasm. I wasstalled however, just before coming. I couldn't go over theedge. I wanted to, I needed to, but something held me back.Until I thought of the finale to this little adventure. Andonce the thought came into my head, I started to come! I amalways amazed how easily a wicked thought or action can betransformed into an orgasm. As this one ran through my mind,my pussy quivered with anticipation, and once I was settledback to reality, I knew what I had to do. "That was very good, Phillip. Now, I believe it'sKyle's turn. Clean him up, too!" And with those words, Icame again! Another Story Kristi was waiting for me when I walked into my office.I had been to lunch with Karla, my secretary, and lunchturned into a mid-day fuck session. Karla is the only womanI fuck at the office. I don't believe in mixing businesswith passion, but Karla is a special case. We hired her forthat purpose. Kristi knew how hard it is fo r me to make itthrough the day without sexual releases, and hiring Karla hadbeen her idea. In fact, it was Kristi who initiallyinterviewed her, and it was Kristi who first pointed out howperfect Karla would be for the job. It wasn't until monthslater Kristi mentioned to me part of Karla's aptitude testinghad been eating Kristi's pussy. I was surprised to learn myspecial assistant liked eating pussy as much as she likedhaving her's eaten. This particular afternoon, however, I hadn't beenexpecting Kristi to visit me. If I'd have known she wascoming downtown to shop, I would have waited for her, insteadof fucking Karla. Karla is a great fuck, and a terrificpiece of ass, but no one holds a candle to Kristi. I wouldtrade ten times with Karla for one time with Kristi! Ifyou'd ever fucked my wife, you'd have the same attitude. Igreeted Kristi with a gentle kiss on the lips. "Ah, having pussy for lunch, I see," my wife said. "Oh, maybe so, maybe not." "Oh, it's definitely maybe so, sweet cakes. I can smellKarla's pussy juices on your beard!" "Guilty," I confessed with a definite lack of remorse. "Come on, take me out for a drink." Kristi knew I'd gowith her. But none-the-less, I begged off at first. "I'd love to babe, but I've already been out of theoffice for three hours today. And I have so much work to do.Can I get a rain check?" She pouted that little girl pout of hers. I knew Icouldn't refuse. And most of all, she knew it, too. "Oh, I was so looking forward to you spending some timewith me. My little pussy is all hot and wet." I was a goner, and I knew it. "Well, I guess I could spare time for just one drink.You say your pussy is all wet, just thinking about me?" "Now, I didn't say it was wet JUST because of you, butyes, you were part of the wetting process." That's my girl, Kristi. Never misses a chance to startmy motor. Then, as if for accent, she added, "You know,Phillip, you could be the first man I fuck. Today." I grabbed my jacket and the two of us were out the door,and on our way out of the building. I passed Karla's desk.She looked great. Radiant in fact. Why not? She'd justspent the better part of her work day working on her boss'scock. I told her I'd be back in an hour. Kristi was rightbehind me. She stopped at Karla's desk and left a differentmessage. "He won't be back today, sweetie. It's my turn toplay with him. I hope you left some." I didn't hear what Karla said to my wife, but it didn'tmatter. With Kristi, a man never seemed to run out of juice,but if he did, she'd merely find another to take his place.I wasn't in the habit of calling in a pinch hitter. I'd doneit plenty of times, but always out of lust, seldom out ofdesperation. "Where'd you like to go?" I asked my wife as we enteredthe parking garage. "Where'd you take Karla?" "The Plaza. Room 1421." "Then take me there. Still got the key?" I couldn't imagine why she wanted to go there, but longago I learned not to question Kristi when it comes to matterof the pussy. We got into my car. Harold, my driver, seemeda bit confused when I told him, "The Plaza." After all, he'djust been there all morning, and now I was going back with mywife. Harold's been my driver for six years now, and in allthat time, he's seen some strange things. This wouldn't evencause a tremor on the Richter scale of our sexcapades. Heonly said, "Very good, sir," and closed the door. Kristi was silent on the way over, almost as if she waslost in thought. In fact, she only said one thing during theten minute ride. "Do you think they've cleaned the room,yet?" I replied, "No." I was somewhat surprised by Kristi's lack of interest inthe limo ride. She usually gets very horny in the back seatof a stretch luxury sedan. My memories are rich withremembrances of her sucking my cock, and the cocks of manyothers, while riding in the back of a Lincoln. But today,she didn't seem to be excited about that. As I've said, sheseemed sort of preoccupied. We entered the hotel lobby, andshe walked straight to the elevator. I caught up with her asshe pushed the "up" key. She didn't speak to me at all from the time we enteredthe hotel lobby until we walked into the room. Then shewalked right over to the messed up bed, lifted the top sheetto her nose and sniffed it. "I can smell you on this sheet," she said. "Probably," I responded. Kristi walked over to the left bottom corner of the bed.She lifted her skirt up, exposing her naked pussy to me. Shefell backward on the mattress. Her ass was level with thecorner of the bed, her legs were spread wide. She had onlytwo words to say. "Fuck me." What a picture she made. Here was my sexy, hot wife,half-laying across the bed I'd fucked my secretary on not ahalf-hour earlier, acting like a perfect whore. She hadn'teven bothered to take her clothes off, only hiked them uphigh enough to expose her pantyless pussy to me. I startedto take my pants off, but she stopped me. "Just open the zipper, Phillip. I want you to fuck melike you would a whore. I want to be fucked like a slut thatyou don't have time to undress for. Just pull your cock outand give it to me." I didn't need any prompting. I knew this scenario. Wehad played versions of it before. Pulling my cock outthrough the front of my pants, I approached the bed. "Listen, bitch," I knew what words she wanted to hear,"Listen. I don't have a lot of time to catch my plane. Iwant to get my rocks off, and I want them off now! I walkedpast the edge of the bed where her pussy was waiting for me.I took her head, instead, and jerked her by the hair to mycock. Even though it was already hard as steel, I told herto suck me to complete hardness. "Lick my dick, bitch. I don't have a lot of time. Makeit hard enough to fuck your cunt! Do it!" Kristi gobbled my hard prick like she'd not seen one foryears. Her expert mouth enveloped my cock, coating it withthe slippery spit that is to her mouth what her juices are toher cunt. I watched my dick slide in and out of her lipstickcovered lips. Her hands reached inside my trousers. One wasgripping the base of my cock, pumping it in and out of hermouth, while the other one scratched my balls, and eventuallyslipped down past them, as her fingers sought and found myass hole. I almost came as her long middle finger, completewith blood red nail polish on her long, manicured nails,worked its way into my ass. From experience, I knew shealready was up to the second knuckle. I pulled my cock and ass away from her greedy actions.I'd come to fuck her, and if I didn't change positions soon,I would spend my first load in her mouth. This was not anunattractive alternative, but I knew Kristi wanted me in herpussy. And I hate to disappoint her. Shifting my body backto the corner of the bed, I lifted her legs into the air, andput her ankles around my neck. My rock hard cock knew whatit wanted, and knew where it wanted to be. I didn't wait togradually work my eight inc hes into Kristi's cunt. Instead,I lined up my cock with her pussy, and in one deft movement,I was in her to the hilt. The excellent tonguing she'd givenmy cock, plus the natural lubrication she was emitting, madefurther fore play superfluous. My cock was hard, her pussywas wet. I was in almost instantly, and almost instantly Ifelt her starting to come. "Tell..me..about..fucking..Karla..on..this..bed. Tellme about...fucking...her!" My wife spoke between thrusts ofmy cock. I knew she was near the edge, and all she needed topop was a little talk from me. I continued to punish herpussy, which by now was gushing her lubricant down her ass.I thought about pulling out of her pussy, and ramming her asshole, but the idea of leaving that warm cunt, even for amoment, was more than I could bear. "I fucked her right here, right where you're laying now.I let her lick my cock, and bathe my balls in her mouth. Iplayed with her breasts, her hard nipples, while she suckedmy dick. Then she stopped sucking my cock, and moved down,under it, to my ass. I felt her tongue as it rimmed my asshole, and then as it probed as far as it could. She fuckedmy ass hole with her little pink tongue, and then I pulledher up here, up on the bed, and stuck my cock in her, justlike I'm doing to you, now." Kristi was enthralled in her own passions now. She wasfucking me, but visualizing me fucking Karla. I continued. "While my cock was ramming in and out of her, she playedwith her nipples. They were hot and hard, and she kepttwisting them, turning them around between her thumb and forefinger. She was as juicy as you are, and she begged me tokeep fucking her! She begged me not to stop. She wanted mydick in her, and I gave it to her, hard and fast. Likethis." At this point, I tore into my wife's pussy! I fuckedher like a dog gone mad. I couldn't talk anymore. Thethoughts I had tried to share with her, the story I had toldher about the fucking I'd given my secretary, had worked onme also. Even though I was fucking my wife, I wasremembering Karla's hot cunt, and how my cock had ravished itjust hours before. I couldn't hold back. The combination ofsights and smells, and memory, coupled with the pussy suckingmy cock at that moment, drove me over t he edge. "Now, bitch! Now, move that ass for me. Fuck my cock,I'm going to cum in your pussy right now!" True to my word, I started gushing. Kristi was lost inorgasm by this point. I knew she was in her own world, lostin passions of the past, or thoughts of the future, whilebeing royally fucked in the present! She bucked under me,her pussy at once trying to pull me in deeper, while tryingto get away from my pumping tool! Then it was over. I pulled my cock from within Kristi'shot, messy cunt. I lifted the end of her dress and wiped mydick clean on it. Kristi didn't say a word. I replaced mynow limp dick into my trousers. My clothes were not messedup beyond the fact that my pants would smell like pussy tillthey came back from the dry cleaners, but that wasn't aconcern of mine. I had another suit at the office. Krististill laid on the bed, my cum starting to ooze out of herwell fucked pussy. Her dress was a wreck, her hair was amess, and her makeup was a disaster! She looked like she'djust been fucked by a regiment of green berets. And shelooked extremely beautiful, and extremely happy. I walked over to the door. I extracted three onehundred dollar bills from my wallet, and dropped them on thedresser top. Turning to her I said, "This should cover yourexpenses and time." This action reenforced the fact she wasa whore, and as a whore, she'd just been fucked! I didn'tsay another word. I walked out the door, leaving my wifelaying in a pool of cum, on sheets that I'd fucked anotherwoman on earlier that day. When I got back to the street,Harold opened the car door. He drove m e back to my office.When I got out of the car, I handed the key to room 1421 toHarold. "Go back to the Plaza, park the car, and go up to theroom. See if my wife needs anything." Almost as an afterthought, I added. "And Harold, don't knock before you go in.Just walk in and handle anything that needs doing." I knew I was giving Kristi a little desert, but afterall, she's devoted her life and her pussy to making me happy.Why be a hog? Besides, I'd never miss the one or two piecesHarold would take. And I knew that before the day was over,Kristi would tell me all about them. Every last juicydetail!· and out of her lipstickcovered lips. Her hands reached inside my trousers. One wasgripping the base of my cock, pumping it in and out of hermouth, while the other one scratched my balls, and eventuall yslipped down past them, as her fingers sought and found myass hole. I almost came as her long middle finger, completewith blood red nail polish on her long, manicured nails,worked its way into my ass. From experience, I knew shealready was up to the second knuckle. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ÉÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ» º IBM Compatables Only The Exchange Must be eighteen or older º º Node One 1.2 Gigs Node Two º º (305) 928-0461 (305) 491-3598 º º V.32 14400 QUICKCOMM Ft Lauderdale's Best USR HST 14400 º ÈÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍͼ ·