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The Call Girl Phillip’s secretary called me from his office around five. A client had come into town unexpectedly and my husband had been given the duty of seeing that Chad, (that was the client’s name) got settled at his hotel. I hung up the phone and thought how odd it was that my husband hadn’t offered to have Chad join us for supper.

As I sat at my dressing table, I reflected on the conversation I’d just had. Something wasn’t right. Then the phone rang again. “Hello?” “Hello, Kris? This is Phillip Blaine.” “I know who you are! What’s going on down there?” Something was up. Phillip never calls me Kris, just as I never call him Phil. Years of living with him, however, have taught me when it doubt, just play along.

He continued the conversation with this “Kris” person. Finally I understood. Chad must have been sitting right across from him and for some reason, he didn’t want the man to know he was talking to me. Phillip continued. “Kris, I’ve got a friend in from out of town, and I was wondering if you’d be available tonight to help him unwind. You know, show him a good time. Of course, the company will pay your standard fee.” “Phillip, I don’t have a clue as to what you’re doing.” “Eight o’clock? That will be fine. We’re going to have dinner and then go to the Sheraton for drinks. Why don’t we meet there?” “Do you want me to meet you at the Sheraton?” “Good. That will be fine. Oh, and Kris, why don’t you wear that black outfit you were in last week when I saw you in Lufkin? That was absolutely stunning!”

“Phillip,” I asked, not quite sure what he wanted me to do, but intrigued by the fact that my conversation was not matching up with his, and starting to catch on, “Do you want me to meet you but not let on that we’re married?” “Oh yes, that’s a great idea. That’s very good.” “Is this going to be a game?” “I believe it will be. You are available, aren’t you?” “I understand. This is a fantasy isn’t it?” “Yes it is. You mentioned it to me not long ago if memory serves.” “Oh, sweetie, memory isn’t the only thing I’ll be serving tonight!” “Then it’s a date, right? Eight tonight at the Sheraton.” “Eight it is. Oh, and ate it will be!” I hung up the phone. I understood exactly what my husband was doing now.

He was fixing me up with Chad, but not as his wife. Tonight I was going to be a call girl, a woman who fucked for money! How exciting! I spent the next three hours getting dressed for the part. I’d just gotten out of the bath when Phillip called. Sitting at my dressing table, I wore only my black lace robe which was opened, revealing my body in the mirror in front of me. I was so excited at the prospect of what laid ahead for the evening!

Phillip and I have a very open sex life, we both fuck whoever strikes our fancy. Many times I’ve fucked or sucked a total stranger in a restroom of a club, while my husband watched, or in the back seat of our car while my husband drove, watching me in the back seat through the rear view mirror. We have a perfect relationship, he and I. I love to show off, and he loves to watch me do it.

My biggest thrill is sucking off a man while my husband feeds that man’s cock into my mouth, often pumping it faster and faster into my waiting lips, knowing that soon the stranger will shoot a load of hot cum on my tongue. Phillip loves to watch men touch me, watch their dicks as they disappear inside my hot pussy. Now he was arranging for me to fuck his client, but instead of this being a regular night of stuffing my pussy with strange cock, my husband was setting me up to be a whore! No wonder I love him so! I wanted to be special tonight. Usually, I would have gotten dressed, gotten ready to go out and meet this new man, this man I knew full well would be pumping his cock inside my cunt before morning.

But first, I wanted to do something I don’t usually do. I reached inside my dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. I started cutting my pussy hairs. I usually keep my cunny trimmed very close, close enough for men to see my clit as it pokes past my lower lips. But tonight, I would have a totally shaved pussy! After cutting as much as I could, I stepped back into the bath, razor and cream in hand. When I was done, I admired my work. My pussy looked like it did when I was ten years old! I knew that in the next few days as the hair grew back I would pay for this little bonus with constant irritation. But for tonight, it would be well worth it.

My pussy was already soaking, and I hadn’t even made myself come yet. Reaching down, my hand caressed my now nude pussy. It felt so strange to touch myself there and not feel the light coat of downy softness my husband loves to stroke. But he wasn’t home right now, no one was, so it was up to me.

My middle finger on my right hand started to flick across the clit I knew so well. A shudder went through me as my hand worked, slowly at first, than faster, until my finger slipped lower, leaving the ball of my hand to rub the clitoris. My finger had slipped inside me, pushing higher, trying to reach that place that Phillip always touches. As I continued to sit on the edge of the tub, my hand masturbating my cleanly shaved cunt, I lost myself in reflection. My mind was a montage of mental images, of men who’d fucked me, of men I’d sucked and fucked. I thought about Phillip, how he loved to lick my pussy, especially when it was freshly fucked… especially when it was freshly fucked by someone other than him. I was on the verge of coming when the phone rang. Fuck it, I thought. I continued to finger fuck myself as the phone fought for my concentration.

Finally, with my hand still stroking my cunny, I picked up the phone. It was my husband. “Kristi, did you understand what I was trying to say?” “Yes,” was the only word I could muster. My orgasm was just seconds away. I wanted to come so badly, but I knew my husband wanted to tell me something. “Okay, listen, I don’t have much time. Chad is in the foyer talking to Linda. I told him I’d fixed him up with a very high class hooker. He’s really excited about meeting you. If you don’t want to do this, just tell me, and I’ll get Linda to fuck him. Okay?” I was breathing harder now, and couldn’t find the words to say to my husband. In my mind, I was screaming…no, don’t give him to her. He’s mine! But in reality, I was lost in the orgasm which was about to overtake me. Phillip understood my silence.

He spoke again. “Are you fucking yourself? Is your hand inside your pussy right now?” “Yes.” “And are you thinking about tonight?” “Yes.” “Are you about to come?” “Yes.” “Then do it. Do it now! I want to hear you come over the phone. Come like the slut you are. You are a slut you know? Only a slut would meet her husband’s client and fuck him for money.” “I know.” I could barely whisper. It was time. I was about to come, two fingers now inside me, my husband on the phone telling me I was a whore, and mentally thinking about the man I was going to fuck. I came like a waterfall!

“Oh, baby! I’m………” “Come, bitch! Come now! Come like the whore you are! Or would you rather I put this call on my speaker phone so everyone in the office can hear what a slut you are?” That was all I could take. As my husband listened on the other end, I lost all control and came like I hadn’t been touched in months! Afterwards, there was silence. I wasn’t sure how long I’d taken to cum, nor if Phillip was still on the other end of the line. When I could speak, all I said was “Phillip,” is a very soft, quiet voice. “I’m here sweetie. Was that a good come?” “Oh, yes!” “Well, hurry now. You don’t want to be late. Kristi?” “Yes?” “I love you.” “I know!” I set the phone back in the cradle and thought about what I would wear.

We don’t usually go to the Sheraton. That’s probably why Phillip picked it for the meeting. I arrived at 8:15. When I made my entrance, there were few who didn’t notice. Wearing the dress my husband requested, I glided across the floor. My four inch heels made me appear taller than my 5’5″ frame allowed. The dress, a satin and silk affair is split up the side, about five inches beyond the knee. The casual observer would think I was wearing panty hose. I wasn’t. Tonight called for garters and stocking, and little else. I had foregone wearing a bra. I don’t need one and besides, in that dress, I couldn’t really wear it without it being obvious.

My breasts are 38DD, ride high on my chest, and are capped with what my husband affectionately calls bullet nipples. Those bullet nipples were sticking straight out! The dress had no back, and precious little front. Cut very low, my breasts were displayed to their best advantage. The only way I could have exhibited them more would be if I was topless. For now, this was as good as it could get. The dress has a small troubadour type jacket which allows it to be worn in a more modest setting. I wore the jacket, but didn’t buttoned it.

When I entered the room, I immediately spotted Phillip. But he was alone. He looked right at me, but made no attempt to hail me or indicate he wanted me to join him. I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. This was Phillip’s party, and I would wait until he moved it along.

As it turned out, I didn’t have long to wait. Before the bartender could fix my drink, my husband’s client returned to the table. He was absolutely gorgeous! He must have been 6’6″ Phillip is a bit over 6′, and Chad was a head taller. And built! He was wearing an open collar shirt, unbuttoned to the third button, allowing his smooth chest to contrast against his white shirt he was wearing. It made his blackness seem all that more dark, more sinister. Did I mention that Chad was Black? His sleeves were rolled up about three turns, and his forearms were pure sex! His face looked like it had been chiseled out of black granite, clean shaven. And I mean clean! He didn’t have a speck of hair from his chin up!

I had never been so turned on by the mere sight of any man that I could remember. But this guy, looking like a black Mr. Clean, had my pussy wet! His chest sort of tapered into his pants, pants that by this time I was examining rather closely. I knew I was imagining it, but it looked like I could see the outline of his cock as it ran down his left leg. And imagination or not, I was excited!

Phillip had pointed to me, as if he had just spotted me, and motioned me over. The games were about to begin! “Hey, Kris! Glad you could make it.” My husband extended his hand to me, as if I were there on a business deal. Well, I guess, after a fashion, I was. “How nice to see you again, too, Phillip.” I shook his hand with my best Vassar girl manners. “Kris, I’d like you to meet my friend, Chad. Chad, this is the woman I was telling you about.” “It’s so nice to meet you.” “It’s nice to meet you too. Phillip has been telling me all about you.” “All of it nice, I hope.” Phillip entered into the conversation at this point. “I hope you don’t mind, Kris, but I told Chad about your hopes of becoming a teacher, and I explained to him that after your husband left you, you decided to pursue your education.”

What a crock! I understood why Phillip had said those things. I am a teacher, by profession. I teach political science at the university. By telling Chad just a partial bit about me, Phillip had deftly explained why I didn’t seem to be your average call girl. Talk about smart! My husband had already provided me with the perfect cover. Just as I was about to take a seat, the band started up. Chad reacted with style and class. “Before we sit, would you care to dance?” “I’d love to dance!” was my reply. “Shall we then?” Before I knew what happened, I found myself with Chad’s arms around me, moving me as if I had no substance, no form. I fit into his arms like I’d been made just for that fit! I could feel his muscles as he led me, gently but with a firmness I would come to appreciate before the night was over. I seemed to melt into him. And I felt the hardness running down his left leg. No, that wasn’t my imagination. I felt a hard cock! He seemed aware of my recent discovery.

“I’m sorry if I’m pressing you too hard. It’s just when a woman as soft as you comes against me, I’m afraid I forget my manners. Is it hurting your leg?” There it was. He was referencing his cock, as if it were just something pushing against me. I looked up at his face and replied. “No, it isn’t hurting me. I like the feel of a man as he gets excited.” With that, I pushed myself closer to him, and I swear, I could feel his dick harden even more against the softness of my legs. When the dance was over, I could feel he didn’t want to let me go. But he did! Damn, I was ready to fuck him right there, on that dance floor, in front of a room full of strangers. And in front of my husband. My pussy was leaking with anticipation. We made our way back to the table. “Where are you staying?” I asked my new friend. “Right here.” “How convenient.” I smiled. As I sipped my drink, I exchanged looks with my husband. I was ready to get this show on the road, and wondered how I would know when it was time to move on, when someone would suggest that the three of us go up to Chad’s room.

I was looking forward to sucking that huge cock, to having it enter my tight cunt, and I was looking forward to watching the expression on my husband’s face as this huge black man fucked me. Phillip answered my unasked question. And he answered it with a statement which shook me to my very pussy! “Listen, it’s getting late, and I have an early day tomorrow,” my husband said looking at his watch. “Why don’t I just call it a night. I hope you too won’t mind if I leave?”

Leave! Wait a minute, I thought. Where was he going? He wasn’t going to leave me alone, was he? We’ve been swingers a long time, but only rarely did we ever swing alone, and certainly not before discussing it at length! Now my husband, who had already set me up as a prostitute for this stranger, was about to leave me alone. I would be on my own. He wouldn’t be there to watch me fuck…and get fucked! I started to panic! But suddenly, I knew I’d be okay. Phillip loves me; he’d never put me in any kind of danger. If it was alright with him that I go upstairs with this black man, if it was alright with him that I get fucked by his client, than it would be okay with me. Still, I thought I should make at least a token effort to include him in the night’s festivities.

“Oh, don’t rush off. I was hoping I could entertain the both of you tonight.” “Ordinarily, Kris, you couldn’t get me to leave without a police escort, but I do have a rather busy day tomorrow. I’ve told Chad that you said you’d have to be back at your place by two and he understands that.” “Well, can’t you at least stay a little while?” I was almost begging. I couldn’t get over the fact that my husband wasn’t going to be with me. “No, I really can’t.” “You’re not afraid to be with me, alone, are you Kris?” Chad asked. “Oh, no, it’s not that. It’s just that…” I really didn’t know what to say. Chad smiled at me and reached inside his jacket that was lying over the unoccupied chair. He withdrew an envelope and handed it to me.

“Phillip said your usual rate was three hundred dollars for four hours. I hate to sound so business like, but maybe that will make you feel more comfortable.” I looked inside the envelope. There were five one hundred dollar bills! I looked back at Chad. “I don’t mind being overcharged,” he said with a grin. “Well, then, that settles it. I’m off.” With that, my husband stood, shook hands with Chad, winked and said under his breath, “Enjoy yourself, pal. And don’t wear it out!” And he was gone! I watched my husband walk out the door and then turned to Chad. I had no idea what to do next.

“Are you ready?” he asked. “Yes. I suppose so.” I was still a bit shaken, but I put on a good front. I stood, picked up my purse and smiled at the man who had bought me for the night. “Yes,” I said, “I’m ready.” As I turned to go, Chad touched my arm. Nodding toward the table, he softly said, “Ah, Kris, you forgot the envelope.” I felt like an idiot. Here I was, supposedly a high priced whore, and I’d left five hundred dollars sitting on the table! “Sorry. I’m just a bit nervous.” What a stupid thing to say! But Chad didn’t comment. After I put the envelope in my purse, he took me by the arm and led me out the door of the lounge, the same door my husband had taken a few moments ago. Only I didn’t turn right, out the other set of doors and to my car as my husband had. Instead, I turned left, out toward the elevator, and toward the room where I was about to be royally fucked!

While we waited for the elevator, Chad seemed to be the perfect gentleman. He chatted about the humidity, and the heat. I was sort of relieved that he didn’t carry the hooker/trick routine on in the lobby. But still, a white woman such dressed like I was, standing next to a black man like Chad was enough to cause a lot of heads to turn. Just as the elevator bell rang, indicating that the door was about to open, Chad reached his arm out and pulled me closer to him. He leaned down to me and whispered, “Grab my dick!” I don’t know what came over me, I mean, we were in a public hotel, people walking all around, looking at us, and…to this day I don’t know why I did it, but I did. I reached down, between his legs, and gave his cock a s-l-o-w rub, running my hand down the full length of his now steel hard dick! I felt so absolutely wicked! The door opened and we entered the elevator. I didn’t look up, half afraid someone had seen my whorish behavior…and half afraid they hadn’t! I was a whore for the night, I told myself, to act like slut. If this guy wanted to fuck me in the lobby, well, I guess I’d just drop my panties right there!

But Chad other plans. As soon as the elevator door closed, he turned to me and said, “Take it out.” “Take what out?” “My cock, bitch. Take it out of my pants.” He spoke so matter of factly, that I wasn’t sure if he meant right then, or in the room. I hesitated for a moment thinking about his order. I guess he didn’t care for that, because he reached over and pushed the stop elevator button. It did, and he repeated his command. “I said, take my cock out of my pants. You have a hard time hearing?” “I didn’t know you meant right now.” He didn’t reply. But he didn’t push the start button either, so I figured, what the hell. I stepped in front of him and unzipped his pants. I don’t remember a zipper ever being that long before. I know it came down instantly, but at the time, it seemed like several seconds elapsed from the time I first found the zipper tab and the time it was totally down. “Now, take it out.” I did. Reaching inside his pants, I wasn’t sure if I had hold of his cock or a snake. Whatever it was, it was big…and it was moving! When my hand came out of his pants, so did the biggest, blackest cock I can ever remember handling. And somehow, I knew it wasn’t fully erect yet. I soon found out how unerect it was. By the time I fully experienced him, I’d know what a cock could really be like. But at that moment, I was still to find out.

Once it was outside his pants, I looked up at his lust glazed face. “You know what to do.” I did know. Dropping to my knees, still inside the elevator stopped between the ground and the first floor, I took his dick into my mouth! My jaws were open wide, but not wide enough. The head fit inside my cheeks, and unceremoniously, he pushed another two inches in after it. I thought I would die from lack of air. But I’d sucked big cocks before, and I made myself relax. Soon I was sucking him without difficulty, but the damn thing was growing, growing between my lips. I had just established a rhythm to my sucking when he leaned forward a bit. And the elevator starting moving. He had pushed the start button again. I figured he wanted me to stop, and began to back off his giant cock. I figured wrong. Using his two huge hands, my black master just held my head in place as the elevator continued its journey to the sixth floor. Within a few seconds I heard the door open. And I heard a gasp from the couple standing in the hall in front of us.

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I remember how the seeds were planted for the “cheating wife” fantasy that my wife Trina and I began sharing. It was a couple of months before our wedding, and up until that time (in our spoken understanding) we agreed that we always wanted to be faithful to each other and that the idea of “swinging” was sort of creepy to us. But we followed a period of time where we didn’t talk about that anymore, and I had to admit that a certain image had been creeping into my fantasy life that went against the grain of our understanding. Trina has large tits. I should say enormous! They’re tits to die for; gargantuan, pumpkin shaped boobs with orange brown nipples each the size of an oatmeal cookie!

Early on, I had to get used to the fact that Trina was a traffic stopper. When I would walk down the street with her, guys would constantly trip over themselves and run into lamp posts. And many guys weren’t too shy about calling invitations out the windows of their cars — even though they could see she was already with a guy. Which made me wonder what it was like when I wasn’t on the street with her. Which is where the fantasy seems to have its roots: One night, a couple of months before our wedding, as I said, we were sitting in a bar we like, listening to the rock band playing. Well, even though we were sitting alone at a table, Trina had guys all over her asking her to dance (the tight-fitting, black shirt she was wearing probably didn’t help).

She deflected all these invitations, of course, but as each guy hungrily eyed my finance’s cleavage, I just couldn’t help thinking what it would be like to see the two of them in bed together, fucking each other goofy. We’ve always had a very “talkative” fucking relationship and while I had my cock in her that night in bed, I started to let slip what was on my mind. At first I was scared that she’d be angry with me for violating our “understanding,” but I had a pleasant surprise in store. “Babe, you know all those guys that kept asking you to dance tonight?” I said this to the rhythm of a long, slow fuck-stroke. This was followed by a breathy silence a couple of more fuck-strokes long, then Trina whispered hotly, “Yeah?” “You know that what I kept thinking’ about during this fuck?” I continued the sensual pace all the while our whispered conversation took place. “What?” “I keep imagining that you went up and danced with some of them.” “Oh, yeah?” There was no disguising her obvious interest in my fantasy. “I also keep wondering what it would be like if we were in the bar together but pretended we didn’t know each other. You know, and I got to watch you flirt and dance all sexy as hell with a strange guy and then…”

But Trina was suddenly pumping her groin furiously against mine, moaning and coming to beat all. She screamed in a huge orgasm and nearly tore a swatch of hair out of my head. It was obvious she really dug the direction of the conversation. It was a few minutes, however, before I could resume my narrative. I told her how I wanted to watch her boldly come on to a strange man, to see her lick his ear, run her hand sensually down to the lump in his tight slacks. To watch him feel her ass hotly, and then run his hand up to her huge knockers while he frenched kissed her passionately. Then I wanted to leave the bar, all horny as can be from what I saw, in order to beat them home. Once in our apartment, I would hide under the bed or in the walk-in dressing room and wait. I would listen (and even peek if I could) as she talked dirty to him and finally fucked him. All the while I would beat-off from my hidden spot.

During this story, Trina had at least four more seismic orgasms and it took me nearly an hour to get the whole thing out. When I finished and she was in the throes of her last and biggest cum, I too came, and we rocked passionately until we fell asleep, exhausted. As I said, that was shortly before our wedding, and by the time we did say our vows, our sex life was completely transformed from a sanitized-but-horny one to a low-down-dirty-perverted one. And we both wordlessly agreed that it was by far for the better. Things went on like this for awhile, and it looked as though this “cheating wife thing” would merely be our favorite fantasy. But as the months went on, our hunger to see the fantasy actually acted out grew and grew until it seemed as though having Trina screwing other guys was all either of us would ever talk about.

One night during all this time we were in the same bar again listening to music (with Trina dressed just as slutly as she could, complete with killer cleavage). Trina had her high heel up under the table as she was scraping it up and down into my crotch, all the while looking me in the eye and running the tip of her tongue slowly along the edge of her full lips. I was honestly only a moment away from creaming my jeans right there in front of everyone. “You know what?” I croaked hoarsely. “What?” she purred wickedly. “If one of these guys asks you to dance tonight, you… you know… you should, kind of…” “You mean you think I should dance with him?” Her eyes were wide and hungry and the dirtiest, nervous chortle escaped her throat. “Uh, yeah, “I fumbled, “all that stuff… you know, all like we… we…” “Yeah,” she said, shaking her head and giggling even more wickedly, “I know what you mean.” Suddenly, Trina removed her foot with a cool but playful wink. “Are you thinking that maybe we should split up for a while?” I asked in a breathy voice. “Uh, ye-ah,” she said in a strangely coy voice. “Under the circumstances, I think that would be a nice idea.”

I didn’t even hesitate. I got up like a shot and headed for an empty barstool. In the short time it took for me to sit down, order my drink, and turn back around, there was already a guy leaning on his hands on Trina’s table, flirting like hell with her. Trina made the tiniest of furtive glances in my direction and then completely gave the guy her attention. As soon as she started speaking to him in an animated way, licking her lips and batting her eyes, even reaching out and touching his hand lightly to emphasize something she’d said, I thought I would die from arousal. I had to cross my legs for the protruding erection this was giving me. He must have asked her to dance, because she nodded her head in a bright eyed, sexy way and mouthed the word “okay.” Watching them dance to the rhythm of the bouncy rock song was nearly impossible. I had to fight the urge to grab at the lump in my pants and start massaging it over and over and over. They weren’t exactly touching each other, but they were fast dancing on a crowded floor very close to each other and there were many, many excuses for them to bump and rub their bodies together.

Trina also has this way of dancing “shing-a-ling” style that makes her huge breasts bob violently up and down and makes her cleavage swell in pulses over and over. I tried to see if my wife had given this guy as huge as mine, but the other dancers kept me from getting a clear view of his pants. Then came the slow dance. I went into schock as I saw Trina wrap her arms seductively around this guy as she crushed her boobs around his chest. And my heart absolutely stopped as I watched my wife incline her head towards his, and with an open mouth, point her tongue right at his lips. His mouth opened hungrily to accept her tongue and before I could say “cardiac arrest” they were chewing on each other’s necks. All of a sudden. I realized that Trina kept looking over at me in a series of quick glances. When she saw that she had at least caught my eye, she smiled and made a subtle nod toward the door with her head without her boyfriend seeing it. I knew this was my cue. And the best was yet to come.

I leaped from the stool and left the bar in a hurry. Trina had come in our car with me, but somehow I had the idea that she’d find her way home in a new, creative way. As I drove crazily down the side streets to our apartment building, I unzipped and pulled my aching cock out of the constraints of my underwear. I was harder than ever. I didn’t jack off to orgasm, but I did give it a few delicious tugs that were like water in the desert. Touching myself had never seemed like such an incredible blessing before! Now, as I pulled up to our building and put myself back into my pants, I thought of a problem: where in the world was I going to hide in our apartment in order to view the unfolding spectacle with full enjoyment? I tossed the idea wildly about on my way up in the elevator and down the hallway. It wasn’t until I skidded breathlessly into our bedroom that any kind of logical thoughts came into my brain. The first place I tried was under the bed. I wouldn’t be able to see, but at least I’d be able to hear, and the squeaking and thrashing of them screwing right on top of me had a very exciting appeal.

But as soon as I had crawled down onto the floor, I realized that this was out — I couldn’t fit under our bed! Besides, what if they broke the bed? A guy could get crushed. I entered the walk-in dressing room and considered it for only a second. It was so crowded with shoes and vacuam cleaner parts that I couldn’t see how I could manage to hide in there and not clunk around with a lot of noise. Then my eyes fell on the vanity. In the corner of the room we had arranged Trina’s vanity set. But instead of putting it against either wall, we made it face out into the room from the corner so that the back of it made a triangle with the corner. And that meant that there was a little triangle of wasted space behind it. With great difficulty I dragged the heavy vanity over the carpeting until there was a little gateway to the triangle of space behind. Then I squeezed in there, and with even greater difficulty, I pulled the vanity back in place. I now had a great little hiding spot. As I stood upright, I was completely hidden by the top of the mirror. It was the perfect vantage point for the bed across the room. If the overhead light were kept off, I’d have a clear shot at a peek around the side of the mirror. And there was just enough room in the little triangle of the corner so I could sit down with my knees at my chest and not feel too terribly cramped. I did just this. I tried to get cozy and quiet in my new little hiding spot. My heart was thudding, and I wondered how I’d ever be able to breathe silently enough to not be discovered. And my hard-on ached so badly that after a few struggling moments, I released it from my tight pants. But I didn’t have long to wait.

First I heard a whispered giggling outside the door, then a fumbling for the keys through the contents of a purse. Then I heard the door unlock and open. They whispered lewdly to each other, and I could not understand a word. But it was clear that they were headed straight for the bedroom. “Christ,” I mouthed silently to myself, “what a whore I’m married to!” I didn’t yet know the half of it. Now they were actually in the bedroom with me. “God, I want to see that cock out in the light!” I heard Trina say. Apparently, she’d already had his cock out of his pants in the car. I heard a zipper come and then a giggle. Then I heard a sound that I never really believed I would really hear ever until that moment. I couldn’t believe my ears at first, in fact. What I heard was a fast, sloppy, slurping sound — the sound of my wife sucking another man’s cock!

At that moment I experienced the most painfully hard erection I’d ever experienced in my entire life! I heard the springs of our bed squeaking in a regular rhythm, SQUEAK… SQUEAK-SQUEAK… SQUEAK… Then I was aware of a wet, squishy noise, almost like someone smacking their lips over and over again, only not exactly.

I managed to get a good grip on my cock and could stroke it happily. And now, in an exalted state of dazedness, I realized I was hearing something else. It was a tiny, squealing soprano voice chanting the words, “Oh God, oh God, oh, oh, oh, Go-AW-d, oh God,” to the steady beat of the squeaking and squishing. It was Trina getting her brains screwed blue not fifteen feet away from me. I just had to see this. With a great amount of difficultly I first got up to my knees and then into a crouched position (nearly knocking the whole vanity over because I tripped up on my pants which were now down around my ankles!). And then, moving as slowly as a snail on sedatives, I began to stand upright. When I was completely standing I took a few deep breaths to compose myself. The knob of my dick brushed against a protruding wood screw on the back of the mirror, and I bit my lip in agony. My hard-on only stiffened its resolve, though, and I stroked it soothingly.

The symphony of squeak-squish-squeal over the bed was reaching a frenzied rhythm now, and I could put off the inevitable no longer. I slowly, oh so slowly, bent at the hip and peered around the side of the mirror, my eyes assaulted at once with the vision of the hugest trunk tree of a cock I had ever seen pumping in and out of Trina, the entire shaft slippery with her juice and strecthing her cunt lips out far further than my dick ever had! My wife — MY WIFE! — was spreading out on our bed for another guy. And this guy was on top of her and having the time of his life. As I gazed , drooling and pulling out my cock harder now, the guy wrapped his arms around Trina’s gigantic boobs and pressed his face desperately into her cleavage. He continued to fuck her savagely as he painted her lips with his face and tongue, slurping and choking (practically) on the huge nipples. I knew Trina wouldn’t last long now. She loved to have her tits sucked and she took many an orgasm solely from her sensitive nips. I could hear her squeals building to a climax and I pounded my meat ever more roughly.

Suddenly, I accidentally shoved my shoulder against the vanity. To my horror, I watched (detached, and as as if it were in slow motion) as the entire vanity, mirror and all, went crashing forward onto the floor. And there I stood in the corner, my pants and underwear around my ankles, my dick in my hand stone hard, with my wife and her boyfriend staring at me wide-eyed like deer caught in headlights. “Uh, hi,” I said quietly. The guy looked shocked for a moment, then he pulled his dick all the way out of Trina and said, “What the hell?” He made a quick move to get off the bed and this made Trina suddenly frantic. “Wait a minute!” she hissed, grabbing him by the wrist. “He’s just my husband. Look, look, look! See? You’re not in danger! That’s his cock in his hand, not a gun! He just wants to watch! See? We were just afraid you’d freak if you knew we liked to do this! So now you know and it’s no big deal! Right?” The guy just stared at Trina. “Right!” she continued. “So just let him have his fun and we’ll have ours. Now, come on! Finish me off! I’m on the edge going out of my mind!”

After Trina’s rather impassioned speech, her boyfriend was silently stunned for a couple more seconds as he nervously glanced back and forth between us. His hard-on had only diminished slightly. Suddenly, he kind of smiled and shrugged and said to me, “Oh well, okay, knock yourself out.” And before I knew it, he was back on top of Trina, plowing away more heatedly than ever. In no time Trina was yodeling away. It was perhaps her hugest orgasm to date. As for myself, I sat down in a comfortable chair next to the bed and began pounding my stiff meat with great abandon. I thought for sure that this guy would pull out soft and limp as soon as Trina calmed down a bit but the guy hadn’t cum at the same time Trina had, as I thought. He wasn’t done with my wife by a long shot. He rose into a kneeling position between her legs. Trina at once rose also on one elbow and reached out to his huge prick. Then, staying on his knees, he moved up and straddled her waist. I knew well what was coming next because I had done the same thing many times.

You couldn’t look at a woman with Trina’s attributes without the image of “titty-fucking” coming right into mind. Trina seemed completely tuned into his plan, and she grabbed the tube of K-Y out of our bedside drawer, flipped open the cap and squirted an enormous load of it her cleavage. The tube had yet to hit the wall after she flung it, when this guy laid his monster right between her gigantic knockers! It looked at first as though she were holding a loaf of French bread to her bosom. At once he started rocking his hips in and out, as Trina pressed her mountains of flesh from the sides, covering him. As the huge knob of flesh popped out of her cleavage, Trina bit and sucked on at the slippery thing like a hungry tigress whose life depended on it. This moment was repeated over and over again at a frantic pace (while I beat my meat) for about one minute — and then, the biggest, creamiest, whitest load of hot cum sprang from this cock monster and scalded my wife’s face and tits and neck. And as she rubbed it into her skin with her left hand, it got all over her wedding ring. And I didn’t miss the implication as she looked me right in the eye and licked it off the ring. I loved it.

So that was the beautiful start. We’ve gotten a little more refined since those days, of course. Trina always lets a prospective lay know ahead of time, for instance, that her husband would like to be in the same room and watch. This saves an awful of trouble. Only three times have guys Trina was coming onto gotten too nervous to take her up on this deal. Usually, we have found to our great delight, the men of this world find the prospect of fucking Trina so irresistible that my presence in the room is only a technicality they have to get used to (and it doesn’t take long). So… if you should ever find yourself in a bar with live music and you’re looking for a little action, and there before you, tapping her high heeled shoe to the music is the most beautiful, sexy, large chest dish you have ever seen — well, take a second look. I might be sitting at the bar right next to you. And this could be the luckiest night of your life. (SIC CORP)

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“Let me give you a background first of all. I’ve been married 32 years and for the past seven, sexual activity between me and my wife (I’ll call her Eva ) has stopped completely. I love her dearly, but she has lost all interest in sex and as time went by, I got tired of being alone. When we had sex, I would make sure she would always climax, most times multiples. She admitted that she enjoyed it, but I found out, if she never had sex again it would be all right with her. Since our relationship isn’t based solely on sex and all other aspects of our marriage are great, I have resigned myself to the fact that I will have to take things in my own hands (so to speak) and when things get too bottled up, that is exactly what I do.

I am not a permiscuous person and have had only one affair in my life. A lady I had known many years in my business one night took me to the airport in Atlanta for me to fly home, we hugged goodbye. Normally I would hug “open body style” so as not to give any wrong signals, but this night, it happened that we embraced in a full body hug and as things were, she noticed my growing member and took the lead. To make a long story short, I stayed the night with her and an affair blossomed. This affair lasted two years, until she met someone and moved to California.

She always knew the affair couldn’t go anywhere since I was totally honest with her at the beginning. I didn’t want to divorce Eva and we always left the door open for other people. (her mostly since I really didn’t want to get involved with any one else).

Well the affair ended over 5 years ago and since then, I have been celibate except for masturbation occasionally to relieve “blue balls” I had to drive to Miami for business and was entering the on ramp to I-95, (about 40 minutes from where I live) where I saw this beautiful lady somewhere in her early to mid 40′s hitch-hiking. Of course, I had to stop. We chit-chatted as I drove down I-95 toward Miami and I found out that her car had given out and she had to get home to Miami and decided to hitch a ride. As we talked, she realized that this was not the thing she should have been doing under any circumstances. She has a friend in Miami that she was going to get another car from and needed to get home.

Our trip was a pleasant one (about 4 hours to Ft. Lauderdale). We talked about many subjects and really got to know each other. I had told her that I was going as far as Ft. Lauderdale tonight and staying with my sister as I didn’t want to spend the money on a motel for the night. As we approached Ft. Lauderdale, she asked me if I had any objections to taking her on to her home. She said I could spend the night there and not have to get a motel. Of course I jumped at the chance. ( I was really hopping there would be a reason for us to spend more time together)

I called my sister and said I was going on to Miami tonight and gave my apologies and we continued on to her house. By the way, when we first met, we exchanged names. I’ll call her Vera (not her real name) We drove up to Vera’s house and I took my things in with me and she showed me to my room. She said for me to come out to the living room when I had freshened up and she would have some munches and drinks.

When I came in to the living room where she was, she had the TV on watching some movie and we just sat down and watched. We had chips and dip and soft drinks. ( I don’t drink alcoholic beverages ) During the commercials, we would chat a little. One commercial was a very sexy commercial and one discussion led to another and we were talking about sex and our age and the fear of AIDS. I told her that I had not been with anyone for over five years and she said that she had not been with anyone since her husband had died three years ago. Vera jokingly said that we were safe and really didn’t have to worry about AIDS. I agreed!! I can’t really reconstruct the conversation, but somehow it lead to the subject of massages.

I had told her sometime during the conversation while driving that I give the best full body massage. She indicated that she never had a massage and would love to get one sometime. Not wanting to be too forward, I said anytime you are ready give me a shout, then the subject was dropped. Vera brought the subject up again during one of the commercials and asked if I would give her a massage. She indicated that it would really relax her after a trying day. I said that I would. I told her that I had certain requirements as preliminaries so as to relax the subject prior to starting and she agreed that all was OK.

I told her to get undressed and meet me in the shower where I would start the procedure. She joined me there and I got the first view of this beautiful body. For a woman in her mid to late 40′s she had a firm and voluptuous body and I was very much in heaven to think I would be able to give her pleasure.

I turned on the shower adjusting the water to a hot spray, then I took shampoo and washed and rinsed her hair which was fairly short. I then proceeded to lather every inch of her whole body with soap giving special attention to the breasts and the nipples, between the legs and up into the vaginal area and the buttocks giving a lot of attention to the asshole. I rinsed her as I had washed her giving the same attention as when I lathered her. She turned to me and asked me if I would let her do the same for me and I agreed. I think she has done this before because she knew just what she was doing. Of course thru all of this my penis was as hard as a rock and she took special notice when she lathered it. I thought I would climax right there, but I told her that this was her massage not mine.

I rinsed off and got a towel to pat her dry and we went into the bedroom. I had her lie on her stomach and just relax as I started the massage. To give you an idea of what a full body massage is, it is the manipulation of every inch of a person’s body in a relaxing kneading motion. I started massaging her scalp and the side of her head bringing a flush to her ears. I then blew my breath on her ears and gently licked them as I moved to her neck and shoulders. I moved down her back massaging outwardly from her spine down the side and back of her arms. I then started massaging her buttocks.

When I started doing this, her legs spread apart giving me access to the inner thighs, ass and pubic area. I wanted to stop there and give in to my passion, but I did not. I moved down to her calves, ankles and feet, then had her turn over. It takes about 30 minutes to furnish the back side. I started with Vera’s feet and ankles and work up her legs giving equal attention to each leg.As I reached her pubic area, she had already spread her legs wide to give me access to the vagina. The massage of this area is only with the palm of the hand, reaching down through and under and massaging the sides of the upper thighs. Then the tummy and rib cage and attention to the breasts, tweezing the nipples ever so slightly. By this time the massage of the face and forehead results in kissing and licking. I am about finished with the massage, but one final duty to make the massage complete. As I kiss and lick my way to the breasts giving each attention and massaging the pubic mound with my palm, I pause gently nipping the nipples with my teeth, then kissing and licking her tummy and finally down to her pubic area.

By this time the sexual secretion is flowing like a river and I spread the vulva lips and drink the nectar. As I continued this, giving special attention to the clitorus with my tongue, Vera exploded in an orgasm. I gently licked the whole vagina from the asshole to the clit and slowly back again and repeating over and over until I noticed that Vera was again on the verge of climax when I gave special attention to the clit again and she exploded in climax again. I repeated this again and again until Vera indicated that she was getting sensitive and for me to let her rest for a while. I have brought my wife to climax three times in succession, but this was the first time I have been able to bring a woman to five climaxes in succession.

Vera was spent and lie back and literally could not move. I put my arms around her and we both drifted off. I don’t know when she awoke, but when she did, she reached for my penis and started massaging it very gently. What a way to wake up. As I lie there enjoying the feeling, and I don’t know when she moved, but all of a sudden I realized she had moved into the 69 position and there before me was that luscious sexual honey pot awaiting my licking. Of course, I love the taste of sexual secretion and could drink it any time it is available. I was in heaven. As we both enjoyed each other, I noticed that I was peaking and about to climax so I asked her to stop for a second to let me come off the peak as she did. Each time she would bring me to a peak, I would ask her to stop, as she was doing this to me, I was bringing her to climax too and she had me stop.

We continued this for it seemed like a long time, when she said that she could not hold off anymore and that I should fuck her. This was the first time she had said anything even remotely risque, but she said it forcefully and wanted it now. Since I was also ready to explode, I obliged her and slowly entered that wonderful warm pussy, slowly in and out enjoying the wonderful feeling of being on the verge of climax, when I felt her muscles tense and with the next stroke I could not hold on any more. We climaxed together and as I continued to pump my penis in and out of her vagina, she literally milked me dry.

Vera and I fell fast asleep with me still inside of her. It had been so long since I have felt this wonderful, sleep came fast. I awoke the next morning to a wonderful surprise. Vera was giving me the most wonderful blow job I had ever had. When I tried to return the favor, she told me that this was her appetizer for breakfast and for me to lie back and enjoy every minute of it. Of course I did and she did. She brought me to climax and drank every drop of cum. When she finished, she told me breakfast would be ready by the time I brushed my teeth and to come to breakfast “as is” I did and she did. We enjoyed breakfast. She had gotten up without awaking me and had a full bacon, eggs, grits, coffee and juice ready for me when I came in. After breakfast, she came over to me and spread her legs apart lifting them giving me full access to my dessert, her sexual secretion that I lapped up with vigor” (SIC CORP)

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