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     Kristi was waiting for me when I  got  home.   I could tell by the way she
was dressed,  and the look in her eye that this would not be a quiet  night  at
the  okay corral.   She had that wild look she gets when she's spent the better
part of the day in intimate association  with her vibrator.   She was wearing a
red silk dress,  with black buttons all the way from the neckline to  the  hem.
There are fifteen buttons on that damn dress, and the five from the top and the
five  from  the bottom were already undone.   Her hair was fixed up and off her
neck,  kind of swept high on her  head.   She wore her highest heels,  (about 4
1/2") also red,  and black stockings.   I couldn't be sure if they  were  panty
hose  or  stockings,   but I knew it wouldn't be long before I did possess that
intimate bit of knowledge.

     She was standing in the doorway  between  the living room and the kitchen.
We've been married almost nine years,  and she  still  takes  my  breath  away.
Smiling her sexiest smile,  she said, "You want to take me to dinner, or should
I change and fix you some eggs?"

     What  a  salesman!    Did  I want to take out the sexiest woman in a three
state area, or did I want eggs for supper?  No contest.  "Let's go, babe."

     As I held the car door for her,  and she settled into our gold colored two
seater,   I  got  the   aforementioned   information  concerning  her  hosiery.
Stockings!   With garters!   I didn't need to see the rest.   I knew her  well.
Above the garters would be the panties with no crotch, the bra would be the red
one with the nipple holes cut out.   This all went without saying.   All that I
didn't  know  was  how  wild a night she wanted.   I was soon to find that out,
also.

     As our car left the  quiet  residential  area  where we live,  and hit the
interstate that travels through the heart of our city,  Kristi reached over and
petted my hardening cock through my  trousers.    "My,   but  he  seems  to  be
interested  in  the  goings on around here." She continued to stroke me while I
drove.  Figuring I had little to lose at this point, I suggested to her, "Maybe
he'd like to come out and look around."

     She didn't need to be asked twice.   With a deftness of finger exercising,
she pulled down my zipper,  reached into my pants, and pulled our mutual friend
out.   Holding my cock by its base, she continued her digital manipulation, all
the time talking to  me,   as  if  nothing  out  of the ordinary was occurring.
Finally, she asked me, "Happy, now?"

     "Well, I could be happier."

     "Hmmmm, happier, huh?"

     With that she leaned over the seat and took my dick into her well  trained
mouth.  Her lips coated my cock as it slid in and out of her mouth.  Raking her
teeth over the turgid skin, she pulled it gently back and forth.  Her left hand
continued  to pump my cock,  almost as if she were churning butter.   Not a bad
analogy,  she was,  after all,  looking for cream.   Kristi has a certain sense
about my orgasms.   She can produce cock  juice  on demand,  or she can make me
wait,  holding back her mouth,  or hand, or ass, it didn't matter.   She was in
control of when and how I came.   We didn't ever formally agree to  this,   but
this is how it evolved,  and after almost a decade with the same woman,  I must
have liked it.

     This  was one of those times that I would be denied the immediate pleasure
of a sexual release.  Not to worry, I told myself.  I would just wait.  I never
had to wait long.

     I pulled the car into  the  parking  lot  of  the restaurant where she had
asked I take her.   When I pulled in,  she still had her cock on my mouth.    I
slowed  down,  about twenty five feet from the valet parking area.   Kristi was
still buried in my lap.    It  was  my intention to discreetly disengage myself
from her sucking mouth,  and tuck  my  dick  back  into  my  pants.    Kristi's
intention was quite the opposite.   Looking up briefly, she told me to continue
to  drive  up to the valets.   I never question a woman that has my cock in her
mouth.  Slowly I inched nearer and nearer to the men waiting at the entrance of
the restaurant.  Kristi was still sucking me.  I was only twenty feet away, now
fifteen.   By the time Kristi pulled her  mouth off my raging hard on,  we were
less then ten feet away.   The jig was up anyway.    Both  the  attendants  had
already noticed our gold sports car as it slowly had been inching up the drive.
They  were  looking  at  me,   (Kristi  was below the line of vision,  and were
discussing among themselves as  to  why  I  was  approaching so slowly.   I was
almost at the place to  stop  the  car  when  Kristi  decided  I'd  had  enough
excitement,  and without warning, sat up in her seat.   It was patently obvious
what had been transpiring in the front seat of our mobile bedroom,  and if that
wasn't plain enough for the most casual observer,  my hard dick was extended to
its  full  nine  inches,   and  there was no way to stuff it back into my pants
without being guilty of conspicuous  exhibition.    Before I could tuck it back
away for later use,  both our doors opened at the same time.   While Kristi got
out,  with the assistance of a young black man, I struggled to zip up my pants.
The car attendant just smiled at me,  and I could read his mind.   He  wouldn't
have minded a bit if I would let him use my wife to work on his cock as well!

     Regaining my composure, I managed to go around the car, take my wife's arm
and  escort  her  into  the restaurant.   I knew I was in for quite an exciting
night.

     Dinner  went  remarkably  well.    The  incident  in  the  car,   and  the
embarrassment I suffered at the fact that these two men, boys really, knew that
my wife had been sucking me off in  the  auto tended to fade,  and in its place
came a rush of excitement.   I was ready for anything now,  and luckily for my,
so was my wife.   She had been almost reserved during supper,  almost as if she
had something on her mind.  As we finished our after dinner liquor, she finally
spoke.

     "Honey, give me the claim check for the car."

     "Why?" I asked without stopping to think her request through."

     "There's something I need to get in it.  I'll be right back."

     I gave her the claim check,  and sat back down.   I watched,  as did  many
other  men,   as  Kristi  left  the room.   The dinner had been great,  and the
atmosphere couldn't have been better.   I  withdrew a cigar from my coat pocket
and clipping the end,  lit it,  savoring the flavor of a good Jamaican stoggie.
This was such a nice evening!  I lost myself in reverie, remembering how much I
had to be grateful for,  how much good life I enjoyed.   My job was  one  in  a
million.    I  was  actually  paid to do something I'd gladly do for free.   My
career was years ahead  of  schedule  and  I  was  married  to a dynamic woman.
Thinking of which,  I started to wonder where she was,  and when she was coming
back.  She'd been gone about ten minutes.  I looked at my watch.  If she wasn't
back in two more minutes, I resolved I would go find her.   She was probably in
the ladies room, I told myself.   Yeah, that made sense.  She'd gone to the car
to get something,  probably some makeup, and then she'd gone to the ladies room
to fix her face.

     I waited about three minutes more.  I started to get up, but she came back
into the room at the very moment I was rising.   She seemed radiant!   Whatever
she'd gone to get was well worth it if it made her look that good.  Holding her
chair, I asked her if everything was okay.   She smiled and asked what I meant.


     "I just mean, you were gone a long time.  I was getting worried about you.
Did you get what you needed?"

     Kristi is a master of timing.   She leaned into me, her hand sliding under
the table,  and began to squeeze my dick.   As she made it harder  and  bigger,
almost  to  the  point  that  it was straining painfully against my BVD's,  she
whispered into my ear,  "What I needed  to get was fucked by that black parking
attendant,  and yes,  I did get it.   Sorry it took so long,  but he wanted his
friend to get some pussy also, so I had to fuck them both."

     She said this with the same emotion one would tell about getting two packs
of cigarettes for the price of one.   At  first  I  wasn't  sure  I  heard  her
correctly, but she went on.

     "The  black  guy has a huge cock,  and after his,  the other guy was kinda
anti-climatical,  if you follow my drift,"  she was still stroking my rock hard
dick, "I hope you didn't mind waiting while I got that."

     Then she said the words which  almost  caused  me  to  come  right  there.
"Listen,  Phillip, would you mind very much eating my pussy when we leave here?
I  mean,   it's so full and sticky!   You don't mind my using your tongue for a
washcloth, do you?" When we left the restaurant, I was not surprised to see our
two-seater at the front door.   It was  the  least the guys could do after what
Kristi had done for them.   As we started to leave,  the older guy,  the  black
one,   reached into his coat and pulled out something red and lacy.   I knew at
once what it was.

     "You dropped these earlier, ma'am." "Oh, how careless of me.  Thank you so
much." With that,  Kristi pulled up her dress and stepped into her panties that
the attendant had just handed her.   She looked at me and said,  "Honey,  don't
you want to go somewhere and park?    These boys have made an absolute mess out
of my pussy." The two guys looked at each  other  and  smiled.    I  knew  they
thought she was busting my balls,  but that didn't matter.   It was all part of
the  game,   all part of the night.   I liked nothing better than for Kristi to
fuck someone,  to blow a  stranger,   and  to  tell  me about it.   And if that
entailed a bit of humiliation on either of our parts,  so much the better.    I
don't know which I enjoyed more,  knowing that she'd fucked these two guys,  or
the two guys knowing that I knew what had happened.   Wait a second,  I do know
which I enjoy the most.  That night, I enjoyed eating Kristi's pussy and making
it clean as a polished desk.   It might have been because I was so excited,  it
might  have  been  because  I  knew  I was eating a pussy so well fucked by two
different guys,  or it may have been  the  fact that I did it while parked less
than ten feet away from the front door of an all night porno shop.   But that's
a story for another time.

      Limofuck

     Kristi was waiting for me when the plane landed.    I'd  called  her  that
morning  and  told  her what time I'd land,  and she said she'd be there with a
special present for me.  I was sure I knew what that would be.  Kristi loved to
fuck as much as I did,  and  she'd  been  without my cock for almost two weeks.
Knowing her as I do,  I didn't for a minute think she'd been without  any  cock
all  that time,  but she was definitely without mine,  and it is mine she loves
the best.

     As I came down the ramp,  I  saw here standing there.   She was absolutely
beautiful!   Dressed in a stunning green silk dress,  her full luscious breasts
were straining against the fabric,  her hard bullet nipples were  visible  from
thirty  feet  away.    As  my  eyes took in the rest of her body,  I was almost
certain I could make  out  the  outline  of  her  ripe  pussy.   I knew that my
imagination was working overtime, but from a distance, it looked like her bushy
cunt was pushing against the dress with the same force her tits were.

     We hugged each other for at least two minutes.    She  was  all  over  me,
kissing me, squealing with delight.  When she calmed down, we pulled apart, and
I  looked  at  her again.   My first hunch had been right.   She had nothing on
under the thin green material,  and  for  all purposes,  she might as well have
nothing on at all!   For just a moment, I felt a twinge of embarrassment.   For
just a moment.  Then the twinges moved to my cock, as it started to harden.

     "You know, I can see right through that dress," I said.

     "So can everyone else!"  She answered.

     I gathered my luggage from the carousel,  and we started for the car.   As
we left the terminal, I expected to find my BMW.   I didn't.   Instead, a black
stretch limo was waiting.   Kristi looked at me playfully as she steered me  in
the limo's direction.

     "I  didn't  want to wait till we got back to the city before we started to
have fun."

     "Kristi..." I started to protest,   but  stopped.   What the hell,  if she
wanted to play,  who was I to complain.   I started to get into the back  seat,
but she stopped me.

     "Phillip, I hope you don't mind, but I hired a new gardener while you were
gone."

     This took me by surprise.   One moment my hot wife was practically jerking
me off in the airline terminal, and telling me she couldn't wait to get my cock
in her mouth, and the next she was telling me about the guy who mows our grass.
I was more than a little confused.

     "That's  fine  with  me.   We'll talk about it later.   Let's get into the
car."

     "No.   I want to talk about it now!  Juan just couldn't make me happy.  He
just didn't seem to understand what I needed done."

     "Fine.   I don't care.  If the new guy does a better job, that's fine with
me.  But I don't want to stand out here all night.  Let's get going."

     "Wait.   I just wanted you to know about Hernandez.   I hope you don't get
mad.  But I wanted you to meet him as soon as possible."

     "I promise I'll meet him in the morning.  Now can we get going?" With that
I pushed passed her and got into the back of the limo.

     Of course, the first thing I noticed was a man sitting on the inside seat.
Without needing to ask, I knew who he was.

     "Hernandez, right?"

     "Yeah,  that's him.    He  doesn't  speak  English."  Kristi  looked a bit
sheepish.

     "He's the new gardner?"

     "Yeah, isn't he cute?"

     "Oh, really Kristi!  Why did you bring him?"

     "Are you mad because I fired Juan?"

     "Of course not.   Just get in the car and let's  get  going."  I  couldn't
believe this guy was with us.  I had hoped to fuck Kristi on the way home.  But
now, with this guy in the back seat, and him not even speaking English, well...


     Kristi  closed  the door and settled on the seat next to me.   She cuddled
close as the  car  pulled  away  from  the  curb.    Great!    First she flirts
shamelessly at the airport, and then this!  Still, as I looked into her emerald
green eyes and perfect face, I couldn't stay mad long.

     "Hernandez is a whiz on the Johnson grass."

     I was going to reply to this,  but Kristi's lips stopped me as she pressed
them to mine.   I returned her kiss,  slipping my tongue inside her mouth.    I
heard her purr as she shaped her form against me.   It was exciting to feel her
heat as her breasts pushed against my chest,  her nipples seemed to dig into my
flesh.

     Breaking  the  kiss,  she looked at me and said,  "I've really missed you.
Have you missed me?"

     "Of course I've missed you, baby.  How can you ask that?"

     "Well,  you don't seem very  interested  in  me.   You might have at least
touched my breasts."

     Before I could respond,  she put her hand between my legs and  started  to
fondle  my  cock through my pants.   It was hard almost instantly.   She didn't
wait for an invitation.   I felt her hand  reach the pull on my zipper,  and in
one motion the zipper was open,  and my cock was out in the air,  Kristi's hand
pumping it up and down.  I was hot, and she knew it.  I tarted to close my eyes
and wait for her next move when I remembered Hernandez.

     By this time,  Kristi was on the floor board between my  legs,   her  head
about to descend on my cock.

     "Wait!  Did you forget about our guest?"  I motioned toward Hernandez.

     "Oh, damn!  I did!" She replied.

     With  that,  she turned around,  reached between the gardener's legs,  and
unzipped his trousers.   As I  watched,   Kristi  pulled out the man's cock and
began to stroke it in the same motions as she was stroking mine.    She  leaned
toward  his  rigid  dick  and  lowered her mouth over his erect cock.   Without
taking her hand off my dick, she proceeded to suck off this man, this newcomer,
as if he were her husband, instead of me.

     I couldn't control myself.   Freeing my dick from her hand, I repositioned
her so she was facing him,  her  ass  toward me.   Lifting up her dress,  I was
delighted to find nothing under it.   I got on my knees behind her, and slipped
my rock hard cock into her pussy as she continued to suck off the other man.  I
didn't last long.   Within seconds I felt the explosion building deep within my
balls.   Thrusting my dick into my wife's pussy as  far  as  it  could  go,   I
released my cum into her heated cunt.

     Almost  instantly,  my dick deflated and I fell back across the back seat,
my eyes closed.   I could hear my  wife sucking the stranger's cock,  but I was
spent.   I didn't even bother to wipe my cock off.   A combination of jet  lag,
the  intense  come  I'd  just  experienced,   and  the rhythm of the limo as it
traveled down the highway, lulled me into a sort of induced sleep.

     The next thing I remember was the  feel of Kristi's mouth as she sucked my
cock back to full attention.   I didn't open my eyes,  but rather just reclined
in the back of the limo, enjoying the sensations of her tongue as she bathed my
now erect cock in her mouth.   Then I remembered the other passenger.   Opening
my eyes, I was treated to the sight of his hard brown cock sawing in and out of
Kristi's cunt as she sucked me off.   Our positions had been reversed.   Now it
was he who was fucking Kristi,  while I was on the receiving  end  of  a  first
class blow job.  Kristi's green dress was thrown up over her ass, and the front
had  been  opened,   allowing  her  firm  breasts to sway left and right as she
continued to accommodate both cocks at the same time.

     The Mexican reached over and  began  to massage Kristi's tits,  pulling on
them, and making the nipples harder as his fingers rolled them around.   He was
looking me straight in the eye as his dick continued to pound my wife's  pussy.
It  didn't  seem to matter to him that he was fucking another man's woman.   It
sure didn't matter to Kristi,  except  that  with each thrust of his fuck tool,
she would let a small whimper escape from her cock filled mouth.

     I came again.   She held her mouth on my thrusting cock,  sucking  as  she
drank my hot come!   Judging from the noises our friend was making,  so did he.
Kristi  collapsed  on  the  floor of the limo.   Looking up at me,  she smiled,
parted her legs allowing both of us  to view her freshly fucked pussy,  a pussy
full of another man's jism, and asked if I wanted any more.   When I told her I
was finished, and probably wouldn't get hard again that night.   She didn't bat
an eye.   All she said was,  "In that case,  do you think you could drive  this
limo, and send the driver back to me?"

     I was wrong about not being able to get another hard on.

     New Shoes

     Here's  the deal.   I knew I was in trouble.   I should have been home six
hours ago.   It was already 11:00,   and  I  knew Phillip would be worried.   I
started to think of a good excuse,  a story I could  tell  him  that  he  would
believe.  Car trouble came to mind, but he'd ask why I hadn't called him on the
car phone.   I looked in my purse.  Damn!  He'd paged me three times.  I didn't
have  my beeper with me most of the evening.   I left it in the car.   Now what
could I tell my husband.  He was a very understanding man, but there are limits
to anyone's patience.  And I knew I was pushing his.

     It really wasn't my fault that I  wasn't home yet.   I recalled the events
of the evening,  the events which lead up to my being twenty miles  from  home,
driving in the middle of the night, and in deep trouble with my husband.

     I  had been shopping for a new dress.   Phillip was going to take me to an
important dinner Saturday,  and he told me to buy a nice outfit,  conservative,
yet sexy.   That's the way he is.  He wants me to be nice and cool, yet bad and
hot.   I don't mind,  but he  usually  wants  it at the same time.   I couldn't
decide which dress to buy.   I'd narrowed the field down to three, one was very
nice, you know the type, almost a Sunday-go-to-meeting frock.  The second was a
bit more flashy and I knew Phillip would like it,  but I wasn't crazy about  it
myself.   It was red, cut low in the back, but I felt it was a tad too long for
my tastes.

     Now, the third dress, was my favorite.  It was black, (always a good color
to bring out my auburn red hair) and was cut tight across the waist,  accenting
my 38 D bust and literally hugging my hips.   It wrapped around me and fastened
with  a  single button on the side.   As I walked in it,  my legs were flashed,
first one and then the other.  It was a traffic stopper, and I really liked the
way it felt!   But I could never wear  it  to a dinner where my husband was the
guest speaker.  It was more of a "fuck me-fuck me," type dress.  I knew Phillip
would like it, but it didn't fill the bill I was looking for.

     After spending almost two hours trying to make up my mind, I figured, what
the hell,  and took all three.   Of course, I had to have some new accessories,
and that meant shoes and purses to match.  That's were the trouble started.  To
begin with, I ran my hose.   Not a little run, either.  No, this was the mother
of all runs.  My panty hose were ruined!  This wasn't a real problem, because I
figured I'd just pick up a couple pair of shoes,  leave the mall and head home.
I took off the ruined pair of hose in the dressing room where I was  trying  on
the three dresses,  (remember them?) and left them in the trash.   Wouldn't you
know it, of all the days not to have panties on, this would be it!

     Anyway,  back to the story.   I charged my new clothes and left the store.
I figured I'd come back tomorrow for the shoes.  But fate was against me.  As I
passed La Temps, a very nice and very expensive shoe store, I saw the sign, the
sign  that  caused  all  my problems.   "50% off Selected Stock" And then I saw
them!  The perfect pair of pumps to match the black dress.   I knew what size I
wear,  so I figured I'd just run in and get a pair and run out.   I didn't even
need to try them on, after all, shoes are shoes.  Aren't they?

     "May I help you?" I turned to find the most gorgeous man I'd seen in weeks
standing next to me.    I  quickly  recovered  my  composure,  but there was no
denying the fact that he'd affected me!

     "Ah, yes.  I'd like a pair of those pumps.  Size 7 1/2, please." Yes, this
was alright.   I put aside my momentary surge of lust, and reminded myself that
my husband was waiting for me at home,  and that his equipment  was  more  than
adequate to handle any emergency developing in my over heated pussy.

     "Of course.   I'll be glad to get them.   Please have a seat.  I shan't be
long."

     I hadn't intended to sit, but there was something about this man that made
me feel his suggestion was an order.   So I sat.  I glanced at my watch.  5:00.
Perfect!  I'd be out of here and back home in about 30 minutes.   In time for a
little  playful fucking before dinner.   Phillip loves to play "poke the pussy"
before dinner.   I was thinking about his lovely hard cock,  how well it fit in
my mouth,  my cunt,  when the man returned.   I must admit, I was getting a bit
bothered by my thoughts about Phillip.

     "Here we are," he said as he sat  on  the little stool in front of where I
was sitting.

     "Oh, I don't need to try them on.  I'm in a bit of a hurry."

     "Nonsense," he replied,  "It'll only take a second to make sure  they  fit
right.  Now, give me your right foot."

     I was mortified!   I didn't have any hose on, and I knew most stores won't
let you try on shoes without hosiery.   But I put my foot out anyway.   He took
my  shoe  off,   and  suddenly,   he  stopped all motion,  almost as if he were
transfixed by the naked foot he held in  his hand.   I'm still not sure,  but I
think he was actually rubbing my little foot.   It felt  so  queer  to  have  a
strange man touching my bare foot.

     "I  ran  my hose.   I wasn't planning on trying on shoes,  so I threw them
away." I felt like a school  girl,   explaining  to the head mistress why she'd
spit on the ground.

     "That's quite alright, ma'am.  We're prepared for all contingencies." With
that, he reached inside his jacket and withdrew what I thought were anklets.  I
quickly realized they were full length stockings!   Without saying a  thing  to
me, he slowly, but firmly, started to cover my foot with the silk stocking.  At
first,  I thought he intended to unroll the whole nylon, running it right up my
bare legs.  But he didn't.  He stopped at mid calf.

     "Now,  then, let's try on that shoe." He said this as he was reaching into
the box,  (the shoebox, silly!) and firmly fitted the pump over my foot.   Then
he did the left one.   First the stocking, then the shoe.  But this time, after
he  put  the stocking on my left leg,  he ran it up somewhat higher than he had
the right one.  This one went a few inches past my knee.

     Now I was getting hot.   My pussy  was  starting to feel moist,  and I was
worried that with him sitting just inches away from my naked cunt,  although it
was covered by my sun dress,  I was worried that he might be able to sniff,  to
smell my pussy juices!   How embarrassing!  But what could I do?   It wasn't my
fault I didn't have panties on, I mean, it could have happened to anyone!

     I heard him say something.   My mind was a bit  clouded,   what  with  the
embarrassment I was feeling over my naked cunny,  coupled with the thoughts I'd
been having about sucking Phillip's cock,  and now,  this stranger had actually
put nylon stocking on my feet, my calves, and half-way up my thighs...  Well, I
determined  to hurry this up and get out to the car before I had an involuntary
orgasm.   I knew the salesman would get the wrong idea about me if he witnessed
me coming, even if it was an accident!

     "Would you like to stand up and walk in them?"  I heard him say again.

     "What?   Oh,  yeah,  yeah,  that would be nice." I got up and walked a few
steps,  and the hose fell down around  my  ankles.    I did what seemed to be a
natural thing at the time.  I reached down and pulled them straight up, up over
my calves, past my knees, and up to my thighs.  Only after I did the second leg
did I realize how much bare skin I must have shown this poor man.  How terribly
unfair of me.   I was worried about the stocking,   when  I  should  have  been
concerned  about  this  poor man's feelings,  I mean,  I have never been a cock
teaser,  and I know that this nice  man  must have thought I was baring my legs
for his benefit!  I may have even lifted my skirt high enough for him to notice
I wasn't wearing panties!

     Well,  not to worry,  I thought.   I would be out and gone in just  a  few
minutes.  Then he spoke again.

     "That  seems  like a tight fit.   Maybe you'd wear a slightly larger size.
This particular brand runs a bit small."

     Before I could object,  he was on  the floor,  feeling my feet through the
soft leather of the pumps,  all the while I was aware that his head wasn't more
than six inches from my pussy.   I didn't want to move any closer, but somehow,
my balance seemed to be off just a tad, before I knew what happened, I realized
I'd closed the gap between his head and my cunt to less than an inch.   When he
looked up at me,  I swear, my pussy hairs could feel his breath.   I felt a bit
shaky.

     "I need to sit down."  I said.

     "Of course," he replied.  Are you alright?"

     "Yes, I'm just feeling a bit faint."

     This was such a nice man.   He could have just rushed me out of his store,
but instead he asked me, "Would you like to lie down for a moment?"

     Now,  ordinarily,  I would have declined his offer,  but I was  feeling  a
little  woozy,   and  I knew it would pass soon.   It was just a combination of
embarrassment and lust.   I knew I'd be  okay in a few minutes.   So I accepted
his offer to lie down.

     "That would be very nice of you.  I don't know what's come over me."

     He helped me to the back of the store.   I don't know what I expected, but
I'd never been in the back of a shoe store,  and I figured they'd have a  couch
or something in a break area,  and that was where I'd lay down.   Well,  like I
say,  I'd never been in the back room of a shoe store,  and I let him just sort
of  lead  me  to  a  door  behind the shelves.   He reached into his pocket and
retrieved a chain of keys,   and  inserted  one  into the lock.   It offered no
resistance, and the next thing I knew, we were in a private office.

     "You lay right here until you feel better." With this me lowered me to  an
oversized leather couch.  "I'll be right back."

     I laid there for a few minutes, my eyes closed, and let my mind drift.   I
never intended to fall asleep, but the couch was so comfortable.   I felt a bit
naughty.   I was alone in the office, the door was closed, and one thing led to
another.  I felt my hand reach down to my legs, and slowly inched the hem of my
sun  dress  higher  up my legs.   I intended to adjust my skirt so the stranger
would get a rush seeing a little of my thighs when he returned.  You know, just
a little tease.   Nothing serious.   I was  still thinking of the fucking I had
waiting for me at home.   My thoughts were on Phillip's hard cock,  how good it
would feel when he let me have it, have it in my mouth, in my pussy, maybe even
in my ass!

     I should tell you something about Phillip.   He's a very smart  man,   and
very aggressive.   He takes what he wants,  when he wants it, and that includes
me!   Many a time,  he's fucked me in a parking lot outside a restaurant,  just
after  dinner,   or if he's in a particularly aggressive mood,  sometimes he'll
make me suck him in a  semi-private  place.    He  doesn't care who may see us.
After all, he's told me plenty of times, I belong to him, and he'll take me and
use me whenever he wants and he means it!  I've sucked him off in elevators, in
rest rooms,  in movies and even in the reception room of  a  church  during  my
sister's wedding.  He is very proud of my firm body, and takes special pride in
showing off my breasts to men he doesn't know.   For that matter,  he sometimes
orders  me  to  fuck or suck a stranger just so he can watch me do it.   I am a
good wife,  however,  and when he orders  me  to do something sexual with a man
we've just met, I do it immediately.

     Most of the time.   Once,  when we were shooting pool in a very fancy club
in Vegas,  he bet a man $500 against a blow job from me that I could  beat  the
guy in a game of pool.  I didn't like the idea of him using my mouth for a bet,
and when the game was over, and I lost, I told him if he wanted the guy sucked,
to suck him himself!   Big mistake.   Before the night was over, I had not only
sucked off the winning pool player, but had been fucked on the pool table by at
least ten guys who were also there.

     They raped me, of course, but what could I do?  I mean, there were so many
of them, and my husband had given them permission!  All I could do was lay back
and take in all the hard cocks in the room.  They used me like a whore, fucking
my pussy while others fucked my mouth.  One of them slipped out of my cunt, and
into my ass hole.  You can imagine how unhappy I was to be ass fucked in a bar,
on a pool table, and by men whose name I didn't even know!

     But that was what I got for talking back to my husband.  These days, if he
told me to suck off the Pope,  I'd do it without question!   Hmmmmmm, the Pope,
huh?  I might enjoy a little polish sausage.   But back to the problem at hand.


     While  I  was  thinking about all the ways Phillip would use me that night
when I got home,   I  started  to  get  hotter  and  wetter.    As I lay in the
semi-darkness of the shoe store's back room,  my hands finally found  my  naked
cunt.   I gasped involuntarily as I inserted two fingers into my twat.   What I
really needed was a hard dick, but since I was alone, I made do with what I had
at hand.   My fingers ran in and out of my cunt like they had a sacred mission.
I needed to come,  and the more I rubbed my clit, the more my fingers sank into
my secret love hole, the more desperate I became.

     After a few moments of this, I abandoned any hope of a discrete orgasm.  I
didn't care who knew what I was doing,  besides, I was certain I was far enough
back  of  the  store  not  to be overheard by any customers in the front of the
shop.   My hand was operating on its own now.  I stopped holding back the moans
of pleasure that were waving over me.   I wanted to come, and I would!   I felt
that magic feeling start to flow over me.  It started in the secret place of my
cunt, and spread to my pussy lips, and across my stomach, up to my breasts!  My
nipples were hard pebbles now!  Taking my left hand, I opened my dress from the
top.   First one button and then the next and another and another.  Finally, it
was open enough to get my hand inside, to touch my braless breasts, to feel the
passion of my aching nipple.  My cunt controlled me now!

     I must have made quite a sight  laying on that couch,  my dress pulled up,
my pussy glistening with my own hot juices,  my other hand massaging  my  hard,
hot nips.   I'd pulled my legs up,  and had them spread wide open.   I wanted a
dick.   My hand wasn't enough.   I felt it begin, the orgasm I'd stroked my own
pussy to find!  Now!  Yes, NOW.   I WAS CUMING, AND NOTHING COULD HOLD ME BACK.
I DIDN'T CARE WHO HEARD ME, WHO SAW ME!!!!!!

     I  didn't  stop  my  frenzied  actions,  even when I heard the office door
opened.   I continued to finger fuck myself, laying on that couch, legs splayed
wide open,  my gaping pussy sucking at my hand, my head tossing back and forth,
my eyes closed tightly.   I was hotter than I could ever remember being!  And I
knew I was putting on a show, a show for someone I couldn't see, didn't want to
see!  If he wanted to watch, that was fine with me.   It made me even hotter to
think that a man,  a man whose name I didn't even know was standing there, over
me, watching me fuck myself like a cheap whore in a two dollar side show!

     I remember hearing the zipper of his pants.   YES!  I can remember feeling
the weight of his body as he  put  his knees against the couch,  and I remember
the pungent odor of his hard cock as I felt it brush against my cheeks, against
my lips!  YES!!!!  This was more like it.  A hard dick in my mouth.  My fingers
continued their job, rubbing my clit to higher and higher levels.  My mouth was
full of man cock,  and I didn't need to be told what to do with it.   I  sucked
his dick deep into my throat.   It was MINE!!!  I would have swallowed a gallon
of hot cum right then, a fucking bucket if I could have gotten it!

     I  didn't hear the other man come in the room.   I didn't hear his zipper,
or even feel his body as it  sank  down  on  the couch.   I wasn't aware of him
until I felt his cock sliding into my pussy, my wide open pussy.  It was almost
an automatic reaction.   His cock pushed against the lips of my pussy,   and  I
moved  my  hands  out of the way,  up to the first cock pushing its way into my
mouth.   I wanted to feel his dick meat as it pressed against me.   I scratched
his ball sack as it smacked  soundly  against my cheek.   YES!!!   Two cocks!!!
One fucking my cunt,  the other my face.   As my body moved against the dick in
my mouth, it pulled away from the one in my cunt.   As it moved back to swallow
the cock in my pussy,  it moved away from the prick in  my  mouth.    I  was  a
see-saw of fucking.   Each movement of my body brought two different men closer
to shooting their jism into me, deep into me.

     I  was  thinking about Phillip.   He would be so hot if he could see this.
His pretty young wife,   his  hot-to-trot  young  bitch  who he had married and
bedded,  and then turned loose on the world,  would have made  him  so  hot  to
watch.  I was a whore and I was acting like one.  This was not lovemaking, this
was raw fucking, raw lust!  I knew I wouldn't last much longer.  The orgasm I'd
experienced while finger fucking my own pussy was nothing like the one building
in  my cunt now.   As I came closer and closer to a climax,  I knew it would be
one of strong enough force to black me out for a few seconds.   Phillip was the
first man to make me come like that.   Since him,  there have been a handful of
occasions  when  I  would  totally   lose  control,   totally  pass  over  from
consciousness to the world of dark space and animal passions.   And this  would
be one of those times.

     The  cock  in my pussy started to contract first.   It was more closely in
line with my own orgasm.   As I  felt the stranger's dick starting to throb and
spurt into my alread wet pussy, I started the first tremors of my own come.  It
was magnificent!   My husband tells me that when I am coming with a cock in  my
pussy,   it  causes  me  to  go wild with the cock in my mouth.   Whenever I am
"double-teamed" as he calls it,  he likes to be on the head side.   Tonight was
no exception.   As my body gave  over  to  the passions and pleasures of a soul
retching orgasm, my mouth started sucking the second man's cock with an urgency
he'd probably never felt before.   I had to have his cream in my mouth.  It was
almost as if I couldn't finish my orgasm until he'd started his.

     I had the second cock as deep in my throat  as  it  would  go.    My  lips
nibbled  the  pubic hairs surrounding the base of his dick,  and my fingers dug
into the soft flesh of his  ass  and  pushed  themselves into his ass hole.   I
meant to make this bastard give up his jism,  and I wanted it now.   My efforts
were rewarded.  I felt his dick recoil and blast its love juice down my throat.
He tried to pull back, but my head followed his dick.   I wanted it all.  Blast
after hot sticky blast of come cream shot down my throat,  until it backed  up,
and started coming out the sides of my mouth.   I swallowed as fast as I could,
but  between  the  cock  in  my  pussy making me spasm uncontrollably,  and the
constant motion of this dick  in  my  mouth,   shooting  load after load of hot
cream,  some of the cum escaped.   I caught what I could in my hand,  the  rest
just fell to the floor.   What a waste!   Then it happened.   What I knew would
happen  if the orgasm I was expecting was as forceful as it promised to be.   I
felt myself starting to black  out,   to  pass  from reality to ultimate sexual
abandon.   I tried to hold back.   After all, I didn't know these men, I didn't
have the first idea what their names were or for that matter,  what they looked
like.   It was dark in the office,  and that darkness, coupled with my sluttish
behavior, made me come with even greater force.

     It seemed like I had been unconscious for an hour,  but in reality, only a
few seconds had passed.   Both my fuckers were still in position, although both
had drained cocks.   For the first time since the orgy began,  I wondered which
one was the man who'd held my foot,  had tried the shoes on me.   Not  that  it
mattered now, but I was curious.   Then a voice spoke in the darkness.   It was
him!    That  same commanding voice that had lulled me into the state I was in,
the same voice that had ordered me to sit,  ordered me to lie down, came out of
the darkness, and what he said riveted me.

    "Now, its my turn, gentlemen."

     I was about to be fucked again,  this time by a third cock, a cock I'd not
yet felt.   My first reaction was  to  get  up,  to gather myself and leave the
room.  What did they think I was?  Did they think I was some kind of whore that
would fuck anybody who stood in line?   Then I felt his body heat as he put his
hands on me.   He had already taken off his clothes and his cock was rock hard.
Yes,  I could fuck one more time.   I could take one more cock into  my  mouth,
into my pussy.  I was a whore.

    He  gently helped me off the couch.   I didn't know what he was doing,  but
whatever he wanted, it was alright with me.  Once off the couch, I was standing
in front of him.   He was naked,   but  I  still  had my sun dress on.   It was
totally open in the front,  and my breasts were standing out,  my nipples still
raging with heat and hardness.   He put his hands on my  shoulders  and  firmly
pressed  down.   I knew what he wanted,  as I sank to my knees in front of this
demanding stranger.   When I assumed the knelling position in front of him,  he
made no effort to move closer.   If  I  wanted  his cock,  I would have to move
toward it, I would have to be the one to start.

     And I was aware that the other two men, the two men who had already fucked
my pussy and my mouth were still in the room,  still watching me.   I felt like
such a whore!  Only a slut would do this.   My head moved toward the stranger's
cock.  I heard the office door open.  Someone else was coming or going, someone
else was seeing me, or ignoring me, I didn't know which.  But it didn't matter.
I took his dick into my mouth, and started sucking it.   I wanted his hard meat
in my mouth.   My pussy was dripping over with a combination of the  stranger's
come  and  my  passion  juices.    Within seconds I had his entire length in my
throat, and was fucking his cock with my mouth!

     He pushed my head away.   I couldn't  believe it!   I was sucking his dick
like a Singapore whore, and he pushed me away.   I didn't have long to dwell on
why he'd done it.   He put his hands on my shoulders again, this time making me
stand again in front of him.   He turned me around,  my back against his chest.
He guided me to the foot of the couch, and turned me so I was facing the couch,
but separated by the  large  rolling  padded  arm  of  the  imposing  piece  of
furniture.    Then his hands were on my shoulders,  but from the back.   He was
pushing me downward,  over the couch  arms.    I complied.   If he wanted me to
stand on my head, I would have done it.

     Cum was rolling down my legs.   I was mortified to be  in  this  position,
playing the role of a whore.   But this man was not to be denied.  He'd seen me
service  his two friends,  and now he wanted a piece of me also.   My body bent
over the armrests,  my face on the couch,  my feet on the floor, my ass high in
the air.   He touched me between my  legs.   Without his telling me,  I knew to
part them.   His hand reached down between my legs  and  ran  firm  against  my
pussy.  I wiggled my ass in the air, waiting for his cock to pierce my cunt.  I
wasn't prepared for his next move.

     He took his hand,  coated with my pussy juices, and ran it up my ass, over
my crack,  and smeared my ass hole with the gooey substance.   The next thing I
felt was his hard cock pushing against my ass,  pushing into me, fucking my ass
hole without any warning.   Before I could stop him, he'd already sunk half his
hard dick into me.   I stifled a scream.   It was alright.   He was treating me
like a whore, and I was a whore.  I relaxed my ass muscles.  Phillip had fucked
my ass hole on a number of occasions.   I wasn't a virgin,  and this guy didn't
have as big a cock as my husband.   I could take it.   I wanted to take it.   I
wanted him to fuck me there.

     As I relaxed myself,  his hard cock pushed further in.   His hands reached
around and under me,  grabbing my breasts, squeezing the nipples.   He squeezed
them until he hurt me.   I cried out.   He didn't care.  He pulled, and twisted
and  pinched  them  harder,   all  the  time  fucking me with deeper and harder
strokes.   He released one tit and reached  up,   to the wall and turned on the
light switch.   The room flooded with light,  and for the first time since this
began,  I was able to see everything in the room.   I saw the two other men who
had already fucked me.   They were sitting,  one on the desk,  the other  in  a
chair, both still naked, both pulling on their cocks.  I looked each man in the
eye.    They were transfixed watching their friend fuck my ass hole,  finger my
nipples.  I know I should have been embarrassed, I should have felt shame.

     But all I felt was hot lust.   I  motioned to the man sitting on the desk.
He didn't need a second invitation.  As he stood and walked toward me, I licked
my lips.   I wanted a cock in my mouth.   I didn't know if he was the  one  who
fucked my pussy or mouth before.  It didn't matter.  I was ready for some mouth
dick, and his was the nearest.   As his hard cock slid into my warm, wet mouth,
I  could  taste my pussy on him.   Yes,  he had been the cunt fuck,  and now he
would know my mouth.   That was alright.    I only wished there was some way to
get the third cock into the action.   The man in my ass was speeding up now.  I
knew he couldn't last long.   My pussy is tight,   but  my  ass  hole  is  much
tighter!   I met his jabs,  thrust for thrust,  as he continued the abuse of my
ass hole.  All the while, I sucked on the other cock as if it were the last one
in the world.  This went on for another three minutes or so, and I felt the man
behind  me start to pump his cum into my ass.   Balancing myself on one arm,  I
reached up and began pulling on the  cock  in my mouth.   He went over the edge
with this additional stimulation.   Soon cum was shooting into both ends of me.
And soon it was running down my chin, and down my legs!

     I was exhausted!   Both men pulled away from me at the same time.   I fell
over the armrests,  and into the couch.   No more!   I could take no more!   My
dress was a mess, my hair was disheveled, my makeup gone.   Any lipstick I once
had on was now coating the dicks of the three men who had  treated  me  like  a
common slut!

     I  don't remember much more about the next few hours.   Each man fucked me
once more, I do remember that.  And then they left, all three of them.  The man
who had brought me to the back room told me to get fixed up,  that it was after
10:00 and the store was closing.   I had to get out now, he said.   He spoke to
me like I was just an easy piece of ass!   Get moving,  now, we're through with
you, was his tone of voice.

     I pulled myself together,  left the store, (without the shoes) and made my
way to my car.   I stopped at a  coffee  shop and used their rest room to clean
myself up, fix my hair and makeup.   But my cunt is so sore!   And my ass hole!
Which brings us to now,  as I head home, and face my husband.   He will want to
know where I've been, and what I've been doing.   He probably will want to know
where my underwear is, where my panty hose are, and why I stink of cum.

     Oh,  well,  if he asks,  I guess I'll tell him.   But I know what  that'll
mean.  I'll be up all night, fucking him too!

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