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     My husband,  Phillip, and I have a very active and wideranging interest in
sexual affairs.   Ours is a marriagebonded on mutual love, respect and lust!  I
am a shamelessexhibitionist.   Phillip is an avid voyeur.   Together we havehad
hundreds  of exciting and in many cases,  breathtakingexperiences.   Last week,
however,  I think we crossed over  thelast barrier to total freedom of exercise
in regards tosexual activities.

     I will  admit  that  when  the  subject  of  opening  ourmarriage  to  new
experiences first arose,  I was not a greatfan of the idea.   I've had my share
of  lovers,  both long termand one nighters,  and when I married my husband,  I
wasprepared to live and  love  exclusively  within the bounds ofholy matrimony.
This was a difficult decision for me.   I ama very active woman, one who enjoys
the passions of sexualescapades,  and finds great pleasure in  men,   all  men,
allsizes,  all colors, all backgrounds.   I have e ven been knownto enjoy women
from time to time, but more about that anothertime.

     As  I was saying,  last week,  Phillip started aconversation at breakfast,
concerning our weekend activities.

     "You know what,  Kristi?    I'd  sure  like  to  watch youdance naked at a
topless bar."

     "We've done that, sweetie," I reminded him.

     "I know,  but it's been over a year since that time,  andyou know  how  it
excited me when you did it!"

     Yes,  I remember how excited he was.   And me, too!   Thatwas the night we
went  to  a private club after the bar closed,and I performed live sex acts for
the paying customers.Every one thought  I  was  a  hooker,  and I certainly did
actlike one that night.  I fucked or sucked a dozen guys beforethe sun came up,
each one thinking he was the best of thelot.   A good  woman  is  also  a  good
actress!   Some were verygood,  others,  well, others did their best.   But the
fact  isthat  night  was  a  biggie for me and Ph illip.   He watched hispretty
redheaded bride have sexual intercourse with 12 men,then spent the next morning
in bed sucking my cunt clean ofthe residue from the night before.

     "Besides," he continued,  "you had  a pretty good time,yourself.   I don't
recall you complaining about all the dick you got that night."

     "Yeah, but my pussy was sore for a week after that,remember?"

     "What's a little discomfort in the name of sex?"

     "That's easy for you to say.   All you do is watch andhave  a  good  time.
I'm the one who does all the work.  Why is that?"

     "Because,  my little cupcake, I'm the one who thinks upall the good ideas.
I like this arrangement.   I think up theplots, and you fuck them out.  I can't
think of a more equitable relationship."

     "Well, I can.  How about I think them up, and you act them out?"

     "Sure,  darling.   Whatever you think.   I'll leave the next weekend up to
you."

     I knew he wasn't serious.   He was humoring me,  trying to get me to admit
that he's the brains of the outfit.  Well, hewas barking up the wrong tree this
time.    I  have as wicked a mind as any man does,  and when it comes to sexual
fantasies, I take a back seat to no one!

     "Great!  I'll take that deal.  But you have to agree to do whatever I tell
you to do.  For one full weekend.  Deal?"

     I had  his  attention  now.    Phillip  doesn't  make  deals without first
considering all the aspects.    He  prides  himself  on  following  through  on
anything  he  says.    I knew if he gave me his word on this,  his ass was mine
starting Friday night.  He still hadn't answered me.  I knew I was in danger of
his not agreeing.  I knew what I had to do.

     "You know, baby," I began, "I really am hot today.   I don't know if I can
wait two more days to have my  pussy  fucked and sucked by a roomful of strange
men.  You may have to find someone tonight to hold me over." I let my housecoat
fall open,  as if to accent what I was saying.    Phillip  watched  as  my  36D
breasts  rose  and  fell on my chest.   He saw the nipples he loved to suck get
hard,  as my hand went to my pussy,   stroking away at the clit,  making me wet
right infront of him.   He watched in silence as I masturbated,  as I opened my
long slender legs and worked my middle finger inand out of  my  closely  shaved
cunt.

     "All  this talk about me being in charge has made me so hot!" I was really
getting worked up.   But not because of my finger fucking my pussy, but because
of the secret fantasies I was going over in my head.  If Phillip agreed to this
weekend's party, I was going to enjoy it as much as he did.Maybe more!  "Can we
do it, sweet balls?"

     My legs were straight out  from  me,   my  fingers strokingmy now very wet
cunt.   I wanted to come,  but not before I hadextracted  the  promise  of  the
weekend from Phillip.   I wasclose to the edge.   I slowed down,  looked him in
the  eyes  andbegged one more time.   "Please?   Give me your word on this.I'll
make you very happy.  Please?"

     "Oh, what the hell.  How bad can you screw up?  Sure,you got it.  Now, let
me watch you cum."

     I didn't need to be  asked  twice.    My  right hand wasburied in my cunt,
 pumping as fast as I could.   Phillip gotup and walked  around  the  breakfast
 table.    He  reached down tomy left nipple and pulled it away from my breast.
 He knewwhat he was doing!   As he  pulled and twisted the hard littleend of my
 breast,  I felt the dam breaking inside my pussy!   Iwas coming,  and  nothing
 would  stop me now.   Phillip's cockwas suddenly rubbing against my cheek.   I
 turned my head toaccept it into  my  mouth.    As  his dick sunk into my face,
 mypussy  started  to  erupt.    Damn!    As  orgasms  waved  over  me,   asthe
 self-satisfied feeling of a cum well done settled overmy entire body, I turned
 my full attention to his cock whichhad by now slithered down my  throat.    He
 tasted magnificent.I knew that he wanted his cum,  and I was more than willing
 togive him what he needed.   As I continued to suck him off,  amovement caught
 my eye.  It was Juan, our gardner.

     Juan  was  walking past the veranda and had stopped at thesight of Phillip
getting his cock sucked.   I realized  thegardner was watching,  but my husband
did not.   I casuallypulled my robe back  completely,   allowing  the  man  who
tendedour lawn to get a full view of my naked body.  At the sametime, I started
to  put  a  little  pressure  on  Phillip's  ass  tomove him more directly into
Hernandez's line of vision.  WhenI had finished my maneuvers, the Mexican could
see clearlywhat I was doing.  He now had a f ull frontal view ofPhillip's prick
sliding in and out of my mouth, while beingable to see my naked body as I began
again to diddle my cunt,this time for his benefit.

     Knowing that someone was watching what  I was doing mademe hotter than the
first time I'd done it only for Phillip.I came quickly this second  time,   too
quickly  for  my needs.   Iwanted the gardner to see it all,  to see me shudder
inclimax,  to watch me suck Phillip's cock  into my mouth,  towatch as I sucked
the cum out of the master of the house'shard dick.   Phillip had  other  plans.
He  stole the hard cockfrom me,  and without a word,  lifted me out of my chair
andonto the table.   My ass was on  the  ed ge,  in fact,  it wascentered right
where I'd just finished breakfast.   Phillipgently pushed me back on the table,
moving the cups andplates away from me so I could lay flat.

     Once I was lowered into this position, Phillip did whathe always does when
lust overtakes us.  He surprised me!!Reaching past my naked body, he dipped his
entire hand in thegrape jam jar, scooped up a handful of purple jam, andsmeared
it all over my pussy and then,  as an afterthought,wiped his hands on my  tits.
I was shocked at this turn ofevents.   One minute I was seducing my husband, in
return  forhis  allowing  me to dominate the next weekend's festivities,and the
next I was laying flat on my back,  on the kitchentable,  grape jam smeared all
over my pussy,  and a man whocan't even speak English was standing just outside
the doorwatching the  whole  event!    I  was  mortified,   but what could Ido?
Phillip wasn't about to stop.   I realized that when hebent over  and  put  his
mouth  over my cunt and began lickingthe jam off my pussy hairs,  and out of my
quim.

     Meanwhile, Juan didn't move.  He must have beenwondering about the strange
Gringo's behavior, but probablyhis foremost thought was, "How can I get some of
that pussy?"Well,  don't worry,  Juan, when this is all over, and Phillip'sgone
to his office,  I'll still need some cock, and son,your's looks good from here.
I'd never fucked him,  but then,the opportunity had never come up.   I'd fucked
all the othergardeners Phillip had hired,  and in time, I'd have probablygotten
around to Juan.   But this mor  ning's  observation of mygetting screwed on the
patio deck was all the excuse I'd needfor moving Juan to the top of my list.

     All the while I was thinking about  the  Mexican's  cock,Phillip  had  his
mouth  covering my pussy,  and his tongue wasmaking short work out of the grape
jam.   I felt myselfstarting to  build  toward  the ultimate climax.   I always
comehardest whenever a stranger is watching me.   Phillip  took  hismouth  away
from my cunt!  I wiggled my ass at him.   No!  Iwant more.   Don't stop.   Suck
me!!!

     I needn't have worried.   Phillip had no intention ofmaking me wait.   His
tongue  was  replaced by his dick!   He wassuper hard.   The very cock that had
seconds ago been pumpingaway inside my head, was now ramming my cunt for all it
wasworth!  And it was worth plenty right then.  As soon as hisdick made contact
with my pussy,  pushing aside my  outer  lipsand forcing its way deep inside my
hot cunt,  I knew I wasgoing to climax hard!   It seems like only seconds after
heshoved his way into my private  lo  ve  box,   that  I  started  toclimax  on
Phillip's cock.  And in that same instant, I feltmy husband's come flowing into
me, spurt after urgent spurt.

     We  don't  often  come  at  the same time.   Even after thesemany years of
marriage,  our timing is  not  always  perfect.But  that morning it was.   That
morning,  I came just as hiscock was spitting out the evidence  of  my  pussy's
tightness.He came like a man who'd been in prison for ten years.   Andto think,
only the night before I'd fucked him to within aninch of his life.  Now here he
was,  shooting come into melike an eighteen year old boy.   And I enjoyed every
spurt!

     After  he  finished  using  my  body  like he'd use a whores,I got off the
table, and walked weakly toward the doorleading into the kitchen.   I still had
my robe on,  but it wascovered with grape  jam.   In fact,  so was I. There was
grapejam everywhere on my body.   Everywhere,  of course,  except  inmy  pussy.
Phillip had seen to that.   The only sweet stuff inmy cunt was the load Phillip
had just dropped off!   As Istarted to leave the breakfast area, Phillip called
after me.

     "Kristi,   be careful of what you do today.   And stay outof the yard.   I
don't think Juan could handle anything elseright now."

     I couldn't have been more surprised by that.  Not onlyhad the gardner seen
everything I had,  not only had he seenmy husband using me like a two-bit slut,
but Phillip hadknown all  along  that  the  man  had been watching.   And still
heallowed me to act like a cheap  whore  in  front  of  the  hiredhelp.    He'd
deliberately  treated  me like a common cunt,  forthe amusement of another man!
No wonder I love him so!

     As I walked up the stairs to  my bath,  only one thoughtkept going through
 my mind.   Wait till Friday night, youcocky bastard.   Just you wait!  Part II
 Phillip waited nervously.   When he got home Friday nighthe expected  to  find
 me,  but instead found only my note.   Phillip,  Sorry I couldn't be home when
 you got there.   I've had a very hectic day getting ready for the weekend, and
 decided  I needed a few more things.   I wan t you to take a bath.   After you
 finish,  go to my jewelry box and you will find another note.   Do not open it
 until after your bath.   Do not put  clothes on after you bathe until you read
 the second note.   I will know if you have done what you were told.    If  you
 follow my orders,  I promise you a night you will always remember.   If you do
 not follow my instructions to the letter, the whole deal is off!   Remember, I
 am in charge!  Your loving wife, Kristi No doubt he thought this was a strange
 message,   but  he'sused  to  me  doing strange things.   I knew he was in the
 habitof taking a shower  when  he  came  home  from work anyway.   Hemust have
 decided to go along with the game,  for a  littlewhile  at  least.    He  went
 upstairs and started his shower.

     What  he  didn't  know was that I was in the house,  waitingto see if he'd
follow my orders!   He'd promised me that  Icould be in charge of the weekend's
festivities,  and now Iwas going to see if he'd meant what he said.   The proof
wouldbe whether or not he was naked when he opened my jewelry box.

     Just thinking of him made me hot!  I thought about himin the shower, water
running down his back,  down his legs,some of it running into the crack of  his
ass, some of itrunning down the length of his shaft.   His shaft!  I knew itwas
probably  hard  right this minute.   I knew he'd soap it up,run his hand up and
down its hardness,  twisting it back  andforth  as he jerked it back and forth!
For just a moment Ithought about getting in the shower with  him,   falling  to
myknees  and  sucking his hard dick i nto my mouth as the showerspray pelted my
face.   I could taste his salty cum  as itwould splatter against the back of my
mouth,  and slide downmy throat,   followed  by  yet  another  blast  and  then
another!I  loved  to suck his cock.   Well,  actually,  I love to suck anyone's
cock,  but especially his.   My mind wandered back to aparty we'd attended last
weekend.   I remembered  Peter  Jenson,and  most  especially  I remembered Pete
Jenson's hard cock!

     I'd been talking to Pete Jenson,  enjoying the delicatepleasures  of  good
conversation.    Pete's a friend of myhusband.   They worked together years ago
when both werestarting out  in  business.    They'd remained friends for allthe
years following.   Pete likes me.  I mean, he likes me alot!  He'd fuck me in a
heartbeat if he wasn't married to themother of all bitches,  Harriet.   Harriet
is a woman uponwhich a pussy had been wasted.   As far as  Pete's  concerned,it
could  just  as well have been sewed shut years ago.Harriet has one thing going
for her,  one thing that made  hera  wife worth keeping.   She's worth a little
better than $10million dollars,  and she holds the mortgage to  Pete'sbusiness.
It  was  for that reason,  more than any other,  thatPete stays faithful to his
wife.   I guess I should say,"stayed"  faithful,  because after last Friday,  I
don't thinkhe still falls into that category.

     You see, I wanted to fuck Pete.   I knew I'd have anuphill fight, and that
the efforts probably wouldn't havebeen worth my trouble except for  one  thing.
Phillip  has toldme about Pete's cock.   They showered together after a roundof
golf at the club,  and Phillip  told  me  the  man could usehis cock for a golf
club!  Last Friday, after what I did, Iwould have gladly been his caddy.

     It really wasn't planned.   Not at first.   At first I wasjust talking  to
him,   about  business,   about  Harriet,  and aboutlife in general.   Then the
conversation turned to sex,  (italways  seems  to  when  men and I talk) and he
confided thathe'd not had sex in better than a year!   At first  I  thoughthe'd
been joking, or trying to play on my sympathies, but themore he spoke, the more
I  believed  the  man.    A year!   Harriethad decided the two of them would be
celibate,  and to thatend,  she cut out all sexual relations between them.   He
wasbecoming a basket case.   I  asked  him  why  he didn't get somefrom another
source.   "After all,  Pete, damn near everywoman's got a pussy, and most would
share some with a sweetguy like you."

     I really had embarrassed him with that statement.    Hewasn't  used  to  a
 woman using that type of language, and Iguess I shouldn't have said it.  But a
 year?    Pete  explainedto  me  that  he'd  never  been  unfaithful,   and his
 intentionswere to remain so.   He  didn't  want  to risk losing his wifeover a
 quick piece of ass.   Besides,  he could alwaysmasturbate,  he said,  and  did
 quite  often.    But  he added thatlately,  there wasn't much pleasure in even
 that.   I knewright away what his problem was.   A man has to have somethingto
 fantasize about if he's going to pull the pud.  I decidedthen and there that I
 would give him the inspiration heneeded, if ever the opportunity arose.

     And it arose fifteen minutes later.   Pete excusedhimself.  He had to find
the little boys room, he said.  Itold him I knew where it was, and I'd take him
there.  Hedeclined at first, and just asked where it was.

     "Nonsense," I replied, "Let me show you.  You'll neverfind it by yourself,
and besides, I don't want you to piss inthe linen closet!"

     Taking this shy guy by the hand, I led him upstairs tothe master bathroom.
He thanked me and turned to go  in.   Iwaited outside as he closed the bathroom
door.   I didn't hearit lock!   I waited close by the door,   waiting  to  hear
thesound  of  pissing,   waiting to know if he was really in theredoing what he
said he was going to do.   I heard noises,  allright, but they weren't bathroom
noises.   At least not thekind  most  people  make.   No,  these were noises of
pleasure.   Islowly turned the door knob.   I was right!   He hadn't  lockedthe
door.    As  I pushed the door open,  I caught sight ofPete's back as I saw his
reflection in the mirror.  I knewfrom the position of the back that he couldn't
see the dooropen.   Finally, it was open half-way, and I knew what he wasdoing.
Pete Jenson was jerking off!   I could  tell  by the wayhe was hunched over the
counter that he was whacking thebishop for all he was worth.  (I'd just learned
that phrase afew days earlier,  and have liked it ever since!) I  must  havelet
out an involuntary gasp,  because suddenly Pete whirledaround and faced me, his
hard cock still in his hand.

     Actually,   in  fairness,   I should say his hard cock waspartially in his
hand.   That boy was holding more hard meatin one hand than I'd seen at my last
three swing partiescombined!   I am sure  it  must have been at least 15" long,
andbig around as my arm.   No wonder Harriet became celibate.That  thing  could
kill a normal woman.  (but what a way todie) Pete just stared at me, sorta like
a wounded animal.He was trapped, and he knew it.   I guess he was worried thatI
would  say  something  to  some  of the o ther guests at theparty.   I guess he
thought I wouldn't be able to keep what Isaw private.

     He was wrong.  I wanted to keep that thing of his veryprivate.  I mean, if
Harriet didn't want it,  I sure as fuckdid.   When Pete didn't say anything,  I
stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

     "Please," he started,  "I'm sorry you saw this.   It'sjust that talking to
you got me so hot, and I needed torelieve this...this...thing."

     "Pete, Pete!  It's okay baby.   I'm not mad or shocked.I just want to help
you with it,  that's all."  I  started  towalk  toward his giant prick,  but he
stopped me.

     "You can help, but you can't touch it.  I was seriouswhen I said I'd never
be unfaithful to Harriet.  But you canhelp."

     "How?"

     "Just stand there.   And watch." His words had a plea inthem that I  could
 not  ignore.    Of  course,   I'd  stay and watch!In fact,  a message from the
 president couldn't have gotten meto  leave  at that moment.   Presently,  Pete
 began to jerk onhis cock again.   He used long,   twisting  motions  while  at
 thesame time pulling his dick back and forth, increasing thespeed as time went
 by.    I  leaned  against the sink andwatched,  utterly fascinated as this shy
 fellow continued tojack off in front  of  me.    I wanted that cock worse than
 anyI'd seen in years.   I started toward him again.   And againhis only  reply
 was,  "No.   Stay there.   I need to come so bad,and I'm thinking of you while
 I'm doing this."

     I relaxed again against the sink.  The mirrors werefloor to ceiling on the
side  facing  me.    And  watching  Petecontinue to pull his cock was making me
hornier and hottereach moment.  I had to do something.  Reaching down to thehem
of my skirt,  I lifted it slowly  up  to  my waist.   I knowthis show must have
affected Pete.   His tempo was picking upspeed,  his eyes  were  glued  to  the
figure standing in front ofhim.  He took in my long legs, my slender thighs, my
garterbelt  holding  up  the  silk  stockings  Phillip  liked  so much.His eyes
continued to travel upward, upward to my closelyshaven cunt which was framed by
the belts off the garter.    Iwas  wearing  no underwear,  save the garters and
stockings.  Myfinger started to flick across my clit, and my wet steamycunt was
already starting to take on a life of its own.   Iput first one finger,  then a
second,  and then a third into myown pussy.   I started to move my hand to  the
same tempo Petewas moving his.

     I opened the top of my dress.   My naked breasts becamevisible to Pete.  I
took my right hand out of my cunt andsmeared pussy juice on my left nipple.  It
was  already hardas a rock,  and now it glistened as the juice from my cuntgave
it a sheen.   Pete was pumping  his  dick harder now.   Itseemed to have gotten
larger in the process.   My dress wasopen all the way down to my waist, and the
skirt was tuckedinto the waistband.   I was losing control,  lost to mypassions
and my obsessions.  And I wanted t hat monster cockin me.  In my mouth or in my
pussy.  Or in my ass if that wasthe only place I could get it.

     Phillip always tells me that a hard dick has noscruples.    I  counted  on
that being true.   I slowly crossedthe three feet of empty space that separated
me from thebiggest dick I'd ever seen.   This time Pete didn't tell meno.  This
time, he just looked at my exposed body andcontinued to pump his rock hard cock
with  the  dedication  of  ajack  hammer  breaking through concrete.   I slowly
loweredmyself to a knelling position in  front  of his hand held cock.It seemed
even bigger just inches from my face,  j ust inchesfrom my  mouth!    I  leaned
forward.    It  was  now  or never.   Mybreath was warming the end of his cock.
Slowly,  almostwithout motion,  he brought his dick to meet my moist, openlips.
I don't know if I leaned  into  it,   or  if  it slid intome,  but within micro
seconds,  his cock was in my mouth,filling my cheeks to capacity.   I  couldn't
suck it in, Icould only allow it to force its way between my jaws.

     It was so big, I couldn't get the whole head in!  Isucked at what I could,
flicking  my  tongue  around whateverspace it left me in my mouth.   Pulling my
lips off the cockhead, I opted to lick the long under shaft.  He had notstopped
his incessant  hand  movements,   the  jacking,   thetwisting,   the distorting
constantly of shape and color!  Mylips and tongue reached the base of his cock.
I licked underthe base,  licked his ball sack,  kissed the hairy wrinkled bagof
balls.   I wanted more!   I wanted to sh ove my tonguebetween his legs, to lick
the rim of his ass, to plunge myhot, pink tongue inside his ass hole.   He must
have felt myurgency.   He squatted down a little and spread his legs.   Iwas on
the floor,  my head disappearing behind him,  my tonguelicking his ass  cheeks,
and now,  as he opened his legs wider,I scooted under and up.   I found his ass
hole.  As I pushedmy tongue inside, tasting the bitter taste of his ass, myhand
snaked  around  to  the front of his thighs,  my nailsbrushing his hairy leg s,
reaching higher and higher until myhand found the treasure I wanted so badly to
fuck!

     I had my hand on his cock,   helping  him jerk.   The backof his legs were
rubbing against my breasts, my nipplesalready committed to a degree of hardness
I'd neverremembered before.   I have done some tawdry things,  fuckedsome rough
guys in rough places, but nothing like this hadever gotten to me before.  I was
sitting on a bathroom floor,my body open and exposed,  my head buried  in  this
man's ass,while my hand was entwined through his legs and around hiscock, and I
couldn't have cared who saw me.

     And  almost like an answered passion,  the bathroom dooropened,  and there
stood my husband!  I stopped for a moment,when I heard the door open.  I looked
down,  between Pete'slegs,  and saw  Phillip  standing there.   I smiled at him
andcontinued my licking, jacking, biting actions.  I opened mylegs wider still,
giving my husband a clear view of my wetpussy.   I wanted a dick there,  and  I
guess my exposing it toPhillip was my way of asking him to help me.   But then,
ithappened.  Pete let out a grunt mo re primitive than any I'dheard before, and
suddenly  his  massive  dick  was  pouring  outcum,  not by the squirt,  or the
teaspoon,  but by the quart!   Iwas not  prepared for the quantity of come that
flowed fromhis giant dick!   It was the equivalent of having an  entirecocktail
poured on your face.

     As  quickly  as  his  passions  had  built,  his cock went softin my hand.
Suddenly I was able to judge the  full heft ofthis giant cock,  as the strength
it possessed waned, and itbecame dead body weight.  And it was sooooo heavy!  I
wiggledout from under him.   He was as close to a catatonic  state  asI'd  ever
seen  a  man.    There  was  no doubt he'd enjoyed whathad transpired.   He was
exhausted from his efforts.  Andmine.

     Phillip watched as I stood up.   I wanted to lick thecome off my hands and
 arms, but there was just too much ofit.   I did the next best thing.  I licked
 my fingers clean,and then turned on the faucet to wash the rest away.  Aftermy
 hands and arms were clear of semen,  I started to button mydress, only to find
 the front of it was coated with  his  come.Unbeknownst to me,  Pete had shot a
 few good squirts on mydress!   I was a mess.   Phillip seemed  to  enjoy  this
 wholescene  immensely.    He stood there at the entrance of the bathroom,  and
 watched as his wife tried to clean the come ofanother man off her dress.

     "Close the door, please," I asked him.

     "Why?" he asked back.

     "For privacy!"

     "You don't need privacy, bitch.  You need an audience!"

     And then he smiled.

     I was thinking about this  story  while  I stood downstairsand listened to
Phillip's shower run.   I would have liked tohave gone upstairs and gotten into
the shower with myhusband.   I would have liked to  have  gotten  on  my  knees
infront  of  his  cock,  and would have liked to have recreated thescene in the
bathroom with Pete.   But that would  have spoiledthe evening,  and I have such
great plans for Phillip.  ForPhillip and Phillip's cock!  Part III When Phillip
cam e out of the shower,  I listeneddownstairs to  his  footsteps.    He  still
didn't know I washome, but I had left explicit directions for him.  He was togo
into our bedroom,  still naked, and open my jewelry box.There he would find his
next  set  of instructions.   I listenedto the bathroom door open,  I heard his
footsteps as he walkeddown the hall.  I listened as he opened our bedroom door.



     The intercom was on in our  bedroom.    We had the lightdisconnected so we
could take turns listening to each otherwhenever we had company over  to  spend
the  night.    It  wasPhillip's  idea.   He said it turned him on to sit in his
shopdownstairs and listen to me  getting  fucked  by another man twoflights up.
But the light was a dead giveaway, so hedisconnected it.  Now it was my turn to
listen.   I heard thetop open on my jewelry box.   The  familiar  tune  to  the
lovesong from Dr.  Zivago played every time it was open.  I heardhim sit on the
edge of the bed, and then silence.   That wouldhave been while he read the next
note.    My  dearest  Phillip,   Hope you had a good shower.   If you are doing
everything I told you to,  you  should  be  in  the bed- room,  buck ass naked.
Ummmmm,  wish I were there.   I have a great weekend planned for you,  but  you
must help me.  I have some things you need to do, and some things I need you to
wear.    If you open the door to my closet,  yo u will find a small paper sack.
In the sack you will find  three  items.    Please  put these on before you get
dressed.   I don't care what you wear for  outer  clothes.    I  would  suggest
casual,   but  you must have the three things on under them.   If you don't the
whole night is off.   And I should  tell  you,  you'll miss the best weekend of
your life.   There is also a small key in the bottom of  the  sack.    I  would
suggest you remember to put it in your pocket.

                        love, your mistress.  I heard the closet door open, and
the bag crinkle as heopened it.   Silence.   Then I heard the bed squeak again.
Iknew  he  was  sitting  on  the edge again.   I imagined what theexpression on
Phillip's face must have been as he took eachitem out of the bag.  He must have
looked them over and over,turning them this way and that,  and finally he would
make hisdecision.  I knew how he would decide.  The items?  A jockstrap, a cock
ring, and an anal plug.

     The jock strap was a  common  garden variety,  nothingspecial,  except the
 size.   Phillip wore a size 42, I hadpurchased a size 36.   The cock ring, and
 the butt plug werespecial,  however.   I had paid big bucks for them.   But  I
 knewthey  were  worth every penny they'd cost me.   They were remotecontrolled
 vibrating units.  Of course, Phillip couldn't haveknown that.  The other thing
 he didn't know was that the cockring was fixed with a locking latch.   Once it
 was on his dickand around  his  balls,   and  he  snapped it closed,  it would
 onlyopen with a key.  The key in the bottom of the sack.

     I took the last envelope for him out of my purse andplaced it on the  sofa
table  at  the  bottom  of  the  stair case.It had PHILLIP written on it in red
lipstick.   I knew  he'dfind  it  when  he  came  down  stairs.   I listened to
theintercom,  but there was no noise.   I know I must havelistened for at least
five minutes.  And then I heard it.

     CLICK.

     It was the cock ring.  He'd put it on and snapped itclosed.  Seconds later
I heard his closet door open and thesound of hangers moving.   I  knew  he  was
getting  dressed.    Ifall went well,  our fantasy weekend would start in about
tenminutes.   I went through the kitchen and into the garage.All I could do now
was wait.

     As I sat in the  darkness  of  the  garage,  waiting in thebackseat of our
luxury sedan,  I ran the scenario of  what  wasprobably  happening  inside  the
house.   I looked at my watch.By now,  Phillip was coming down the stairs.   He
would  find  mylast  letter.    He'd  open it.   It was short and to the point.
Phillip: If you are ready to begin,  you will now go into the kitchen,  pick up
the car keys on the kitchen table, and go into the garage.   Do not turn on the
garage lights.   Go directly to the Lincoln  and get in the front seat,  behind
the driver's wheel.   Do not look behind you.   Start the car, and head for the
interstate.   Do as you are told,  speak only when spoken to,  and  obey  every
command.    The  fantasy will last until you fail to follow these instructions.
Follow my orders and  I  will  take  you  to  heights you've never even dreamed
existed.   Fuck up,  and you fuck alone.   Your Mistress, Mistress Krist ian As
the contents  of  the  final  note  were  thought  throughover  and  over,   my
concentration  was  broken  by  the  sound  ofthe  garage door being open.   As
ordered, Phillip walked downthe steps without turning on the light.   He walked
up to mycar, opened the front door, and slid behind the steeringwheel.  Without
looking into the back seat,   he  started  thecar  and drove out of the garage,
turned right, and headedtoward the interstate.   The Fantasy Began!   II Aft er
we had left our neighborhood,  and the suburbs werebehind us, Phillip picked up
speed.   I didn't say a word forfully ten minutes.   This was more fun  than  I
ever imagined itwould be.  I knew Phillip sensed I was sitting there behindhim,
but  he  followed  my  orders  exactly!   I wasn't sureexactly how to break the
silence.   Then,  suddenly I knew.The answer  was  about a hundred yards up the
highway.   I saw aman standing on the side of the road.    His  hand  was  out,
histhumb pointed westward.   It was a spur of the momentdecision.   I knew this
was the perfect opportunity!

     "Stop the car and pick up the hitchhiker!" I heard myvoice say, and even I
was surprised at the authority in myvoice.  Apparently, so was Phillip.  He hit
the brakes intime to stop before we passed the boy.  (Now that we werecloser, I
realized it was a boy.)

     "Lower the window."

     Phillip  did as I commanded.   The side window on thepassenger side,  back
seat, came down.   I leaned over to thatside of the car.   The young man looked
in, first at me andthen at the front seat, at Phillip.

     "You want a ride?" I asked the stranger.

     "Yes'm.  You going to Dallas?

     "Hop in, we'll get you there." I answered him.

     "Thanks." He got in the back seat and looked over atme.  "I didn't think I
was ever going to get a ride."

     I looked him over,  as well as I could in the darkness ofthe backseat, and
decided that he was a nice looking youngman, but not very old.  He seemed a bit
ill at ease.  I knewI could make him comfortable.

     "What's you name?" I asked

     "Kyle.  And yours?"

     "Kristi.  And the driver is Phillip."

     "Oh, hi.  Glad to meet you.  You too, Phillip."

     Phillip was silent.   At first  I  thought  it wasdisapproval,  but then I
remembered the game.

     "Phillip, speak to Kyle."

     "Hello, Kyle."

     Perfect!   He was following my instructions to  theletter.    He  was  not
speaking until I spoke to him!   This wasgoing to be a great weekend!  I turned
my attention back toKyle.

     "You live in Dallas, Kyle?"

     "No, ma'am.   Fort Worth.   But I plan on spending thenight in Dallas, and
then going on to Cowtown in the morning.I go to school in Fort Worth."

     "And what are you studying?"

     "Economics with a minor in Accounting.  You live there?"

     "Oh, no.  We live about five miles from where we pickedyou up.  We're just
going to Dallas to spend the weekend.  Toparty!"

     "Oh,   I  see."  Kyle  was  puzzled,   I could see that.   "Doyou and your
chauffeur party together?"

     Now that was  funny.    It  hadn't  occurred  to  me that thisboy wouldn't
realize Phillip was my husband.   Of course hewouldn't.   I  hadn't  introduced
Phillip  as  my husband,  andwhen I spoke to him,  I did so in a sharp and curt
manner.  Idecided to continue the charade.

     "Phillip is an excellent party  partner.    He approves ofeverything I do,
and never gets in the way of anything I wantto try."

     "You like to party?"  he  asked,   more  I  think  out  ofpoliteness  than
curiosity.

     "Sweetie, sweetie, I AM a party!"

     I  moved a bit closer to him,  my knee touching his.   Hewas interested in
me, I could see that by the bulge in hispants.  I've become quite a pants bulge
expert over theyears,  and this boy was  registering a six on a ten pointscale.
I thought I might raise his ratings a bit.  As wecontinued to talk, I rested my
hand on his thigh.   Justrested it there.   He opened his legs a bit,  I'm sure
just areflex, but the movement was there.

     We continued to talk,  mostly about schools, the highcost of living in big
cities, and finally, the subject ofgirls.

     "You got a girl friend?"

     "Yes, ma'am.   That's where I was today.  Visiting heryesterday and today.
But I have to work tomorrow night, so Ineeded to head back."

     "I'll bet she was glad to see you."

     "Well,  not exactly.   We've been fighting all week  byphone,   and  so  I
hitchhiked  up  her to try to straighten itout.   But I'm afraid it didn't work
out like I'd hoped."

     "Oh, I'm so sorry.  What are you two fighting about?"

     "Well, it's kinda embarrassing."

     "That's okay,  sweetie,  you can tell me.   Maybe I canhelp you figure out
how to solve your problem."

     "You sure it won't embarrass you if I tell you?"

     "Kyle, there is nothing you could tell me that I haven'theard before."

     "Well, the problem is sex."

     "Ooo, how so?"

     "Well,  she doesn't like to do it as much as I do, andwhen we do it, she's
so...so..."

     "Inhibited?"

     "Yeah,  that's it.   She's so inhibited.   I mean, she hasto have the room
dark,  and she'll only do it  once  a  night.    Imean,  I'm not a sex fiend or
anything, but come on, I gottahave more than that!"

     I moved my hand along the inside of his leg.   Not a  lot,just  a  little,
just  enough  to  let  him know I was interested.I thought I'd raise the ante a
bit.

     "Does she suck your cock?"

     That did it.   The bulge in his pants moved to a nine.He was taken back by
that question.  But he recovered nicely.

     "Not well, and I really like that done to me.  I mean, IREALLY like it!"

     "Well,  if you were my boyfriend,   I'd  suck your dick atleast once every
day!  But then, I really like to suck cock."

     BINGO!  The boy hit a ten!

     "Well,  if you were my girlfriend, I'd certainly let yousuck it as much as
you wanted."

     By now,  my hand had traveled the entire length of hisleg, and was resting
against the hardness I could feelpushing against the back of my hand.  I turned
my hand over,so the softness of my palm could measure the hardness of  hiscock!
Without  saying  anything,  I rubbed and massaged hiscock till I thought it was
going to come through his pants.He  leaned  forward  and kissed me on the lips.
He intended tomake it an exploratory kiss,  just a quickie to see  if  I  wasas
friendly as I was acting.  I had o ther plans, however, andpressed my lips back
against his.  I opened my mouth,inviting his tongue to come visit.  And it did.
This boycould kiss!

     Kyle may have been young, but he wasn't shy.   As histongue pushed its way
into  my mouth,  his hands roamed over mybreasts,  tweaking my nipples,  making
them harder than theyhad been.   He felt me through my clothes better than many
mendid when they had me totally naked.    I was hot!   I wanted toknow this boy
better.   My hand was rubbing his cock throughhis jeans.   His  dick  was  well
defined  even under hisclothing.   I knew there was a treasure in store for me,
and Iwanted to dig for buried treasure!

     As my husband continued to  drive  along  the interstate,  Ireturned to my
explorations.   Taking Kyle's hand, I moved itunder my sweater, encouraging him
to continue his bold movesbut this time, flesh on flesh.   He discovered I wore
no bra.While his left hand kneaded my tits,  his  right  hand  slippedunder  my
skirt.    I  parted  my  legs,   giving him greater accessto my pussy.   It was
protected by a pair of sheer  panties.As  his hand discovered this hindrance to
his forwardprogress, I felt his discouragemen t.

     "Rip them!" I whispered into his ear.   He didn't needto be  asked  twice.
His  hand bunched up my panties,  with noattempt to be delicate or gentle,  and
suddenly tugged them  inon  jerk.    The  wispy  fabric  didn't stand a chance.
Hewithdrew his hand from under my skirt, and with his hand camewhat was left of
my satin briefs.  I took them from his handand tossed them over the seat.  They
landed next to myhusband's hand.  He knew what had happened.

     After this,  I knew there was no turning back.   I wasgoing to be  fucked,
and fucked hard!   I sensed this boydidn't have a great deal of experience, but
his  enthusiasmmore  than  made  up  for his lack of expertise.   For a moment,
Ithought he was going to rip my sweater off.   I headed him offby pulling it up
over my head.  This too, I threw over theseat.  Phillip was keeping track of my
state of undress bythe garments that were coming over the seat.

     It was my turn now.  I opened Kyle's shirt, one buttonat a time, replacing
each buttoned area with my mouth,  mytongue licking Kyle's hairless chest.   My
long redfingernails traced the path of  my lips,  raking across histender skin.
I paid special attention to his nipples.   Theywere taunt, and like the rest of
his body, hard!  My mouthsucked in one then the other, each nipple hardening in
mymouth.  I knew he'd never had a woman do that to him before.Young girls don't
know about this part of a ma n's sexuality.I continued to unbutton  his  shirt,
and soon, it wascompletely open.   My hands didn't stop there.   I unlatchedhis
belt buckle,  and pulled open his belt and unbuttoned hisfly.   I felt the heat
from  his  hot  cock  long before Iactually saw his massive tool!   Young cock!
Hard as a rock!

     I pulled his jeans down around his ass.   He wore nounderwear.   (Damn!  I
 was going to throw those over the seatalso.) His hard,  hot cock sprang out at
 me,  like a javelinsuddenly appears in  the enemies' hearts.   I couldn't wait
 anylonger.   I wanted that cock!  I NEEDED THAT COCK!  My mouthwatered for the
 young boy's dick.  There was no finesse in myapproach to his suckable cock.  I
 simply leaned forward andswallowed his dick, straight down my throat, until my
 lipswere tickled by his pubic hairs.  Then I began to suck!  Iwanted his come,
 and I wanted it NOW!

     He was developed like a man, but he had the control of aboy.  A young boy!
I was no sooner sucking his dick that Ifelt it start to  swell,   preparing  to
come  in my mouth.   I wastorn between pulling my mouth off him,  and the empty
feelingI knew I'd  feel  if  I  did!    Fortunately,   I  didn't have to makemy
decision.   As quickly as I began his blow job,  he spilledhis hot seed  in  my
mouth.   And it was so sweet!  I sucked himas hard as I could, I wanted more of
his  cum,   but  for  now,this boy-man had no mor e sweet nectar for me to draw
throughhis dick.   His cock was still hard,  though,  and I didn't wantto waste
it.   I unzipped the side of my skirt,  slipped my hotass out of it, and tossed
it over the seat for my husband.Now I was naked,  and my pussy was burning with
need.  Iallowed Kyle to lay me back on the seat, and pulled him ontop of me.

     My legs were as wide open  as  they  could  be in the backseat of the car.
 Kyle aligned his dick against my pussy, andsuddenly he shoved his cock into my
 tender pussy.  He beganto bully his dick into me.  He may have been a boy, but
 hewas fucking me like a man!   I couldn't believe how good theboy could  fuck!
 His girlfriend was an idiot!  If I had thispiece of meat hanging around for my
 use, I'd have this boy inmy cunt so much, he'd think he'd grown a pussy on the
 end ofhis dick!   I put one arm on the back of the front seat forbalance.   It
 touched Phillip's neck, and I left it there!  Ididn't have time to think about
 Phillip right then.  At thatmoment, the only thing that could get my attention
 was  thethrusting of Kyle's cock,  in and out of my tender pussy.   Iwanted to
 ask him to be gentle,  but didn't.    I somehow knewhe wouldn't know how to be
 gentle.  At his age, he was doingwell to know how to fuck!

     There was something wrong,  however.   I couldn't placewhat it was,  but I
knew there was something not quite right.Then it hit me.   Phillip  had  pulled
around  a  truck  on theinterstate,  but instead of passing it,  he allowed the
truckerto view down from his cab high above our sedan.   And what ashow the man
was getting.   I had my legs up,  one over thefront seat, the other on the rear
deck!   Between these twoshapely legs,   I  had Kyle's hard dick firmly encased
within mycunt.   And add to all this the fa ct that a strange  man  waswatching
what was happening...   At least, I comforted myselfwith this thought, at least
the  trucker  can't see everything.My wanton act of sexual frenzy was partially
concealed by thefact that the car was dark.

     I knew what I had to  do.    I  called out to Phillip."Hit the lights!" He
knew what I wanted.   Almost instantlythe dome light inside the  car  came  on.
Suddenly  our act thatwas started in privacy now had an audience.   The trucker
wasgetting an eyeful watching Kyle fuck me.   Kyle didn't miss astroke, Phillip
kept our sedan equal with  the  truck,   and  Ihad  an extra orgasm knowing the
trucker was able to see Kylepoking his cock into my cunt!

     My orgasm triggered the one building in the  youngsterpounding  my  pussy.
He  suddenly  pushed  his  hard  cock into meas far as he could,  and I felt it
convulse wildly as hepumper spurt  after  spurt  of hot come inside my steaming
cunt.I felt him release himself as his sperm drained from him intome.   The hot
fiery liquid burned its way into my pussy, and Ifelt the ultimate conquest!

     Kyle pulled his dick out of my love  hole.    Phillipallowed  us  to  fall
behind  the  trucker,   who  was  now  about  ahalf mile ahead of us and by now
probably was pulling on hisown cock,  seeking  the relief in his hand that Kyle
hadalready found in my pussy.  I told Phillip to pull over.  Hedid, pulling off
the interstate, and into an abandoned gasstation.   He stopped the car, but did
not turn around.   Iknew he wanted to,  I knew he wanted to look at  his  naked
wifeas  she lay entwined in the arms of this b oy-man,  this personwho had just
shot hot come into  his  wife's  pussy,   but  he  didnot.   He was waiting for
permission to look.   Finally,  I knewit was  time.    It  was  time  to  begin
Phillip's fantasy weekend.

     "Phillip, get out of the car and come around to myside."

     He  did  as he was told.   He opened the door of the carand looked inside.
What a picture he found.    His  wife  andthe  boy both naked,  both spent from
fucking moments before.I spoke curtly to my husband.  "Clean me.  And don't use
youhands."

     Kyle watched with amazement as Phillip fell to  his  kneesand  placed  his
mouth  over  my  cunt.    As  my husband licked meclean of all residue from the
stranger's cock,  my clit  becamehard  again,   straining  from under its hood,
trying to secureanother orgasm.  It was only right that I should give it whatit
wanted.   As my husband licked my pussy, Kyle twisted myhardened nipples in his
hand.   I wrapped my legs aroundPhillip's head and used my ankles to force  his
face  deeperinto  my  cunt.    As  he  licked,   I b uilt toward an orgasm.   I
wasstalled however, just before coming.   I couldn't go over theedge.  I wanted
to,  I needed to,  but something held  me back.Until I thought of the finale to
this little adventure.   Andonce the thought came into my head,  I  started  to
come!     I  amalways  amazed  how  easily  a  wicked  thought  or  action  can
betransformed into an  orgasm.    As  this  one  ran  through  my mind,my pussy
quivered with anticipation,  and once I was settledback to reality, I knew what
I had to do.

     "That was very good, Phillip.   Now, I believe it'sKyle's turn.  Clean him
up, too!" And with those words, Icame again!   Another Story Kristi was waiting
for me when I walked into my  office.I  had  been  to  lunch  with  Karla,   my
secretary,   and  lunchturned  into a mid-day fuck session.   Karla is the only
womanI fuck at the office.  I don't believe in mixing businesswith passion, but
Karla is a special case.   We hired her forthat purpose.   Kristi knew how hard
it is fo r me to  make  itthrough  the day without sexual releases,  and hiring
Karla hadbeen her idea.   In fact,  it was Kristi who initiallyinterviewed her,
and it was Kristi who first pointed out howperfect Karla would be for the  job.
It  wasn't  until  monthslater  Kristi mentioned to me part of Karla's aptitude
testinghad been eating Kristi's  pussy.    I  was  surprised to learn myspecial
assistant liked eating pussy as much as she likedhaving her's eaten.

     This particular afternoon, however, I hadn't beenexpecting Kristi to visit
me.   If I'd have known she wascoming downtown to shop, I would have waited for
her,  insteadof fucking Karla.   Karla is a great fuck,  and a terrificpiece of
ass,  but no one holds a candle to Kristi.   I wouldtrade ten times with  Karla
for  one  time with Kristi!   Ifyou'd ever fucked my wife,  you'd have the same
attitude.  Igreeted Kristi with a gentle kiss on the lips.

     "Ah, having pussy for lunch, I see," my wife said.

     "Oh, maybe so, maybe not."

     "Oh,  it's definitely maybe so,   sweet  cakes.   I can smellKarla's pussy
juices on your beard!"

     "Guilty," I confessed with a definite lack of remorse.

     "Come on,  take me out for a drink." Kristi knew  I'd  gowith  her.    But
none-the-less, I begged off at first.

     "I'd love to babe,  but I've already been out of theoffice for three hours
today.  And I have so much work to do.Can I get a rain check?"

     She pouted that little girl pout of hers.   I knew Icouldn't refuse.   And
most of all, she knew it, too.

     "Oh, I was so looking forward to you spending some timewith me.  My little
pussy is all hot and wet."

     I was a goner, and I knew it.

     "Well, I guess I could spare time for just one drink.You say your pussy is
all wet, just thinking about me?"

     "Now,  I didn't say it was wet JUST because of you,  butyes, you were part
of the wetting process."

     That's my girl, Kristi.  Never misses a chance to startmy motor.  Then, as
if for accent, she added, "You know,Phillip, you could be the first man I fuck.
Today."

     I grabbed my jacket and the two of us were out the door,and on our way out
of  the  building.   I passed Karla's desk.She looked great.   Radiant in fact.
Why not?   She'd justspent  the  better  part  of  her  work day working on her
boss'scock.   I told her I'd be back in an hour.   Kristi was  rightbehind  me.
She  stopped  at  Karla's desk and left a differentmessage.   "He won't be back
today, sweetie.  It's my turn toplay with him.  I hope you left some."

     I didn't hear what Karla  said  to  my  wife,  but it didn'tmatter.   With
Kristi, a man never seemed to run out of juice,but if he did, she'd merely find
another to take his place.I wasn't in the habit of calling in a  pinch  hitter.
I'd doneit plenty of times, but always out of lust, seldom out ofdesperation.

     "Where'd you like to go?" I asked my wife as we enteredthe parking garage.



     "Where'd you take Karla?"

     "The Plaza.  Room 1421."

     "Then take me there.  Still got the key?"

     I  couldn't imagine why she wanted to go there,  but longago I learned not
 to question Kristi when it comes to  matterof the pussy.   We got into my car.
 Harold,  my driver,  seemeda bit confused when I told him,  "The Plaza." After
 all,  he'djust been there all morning,  and now I was going back with  mywife.
 Harold's been my driver for six years now, and in allthat time, he's seen some
 strange things.   This wouldn't evencause a tremor on the Richter scale of our
 sexcapades.  Heonly said, "Very good, sir," and closed the door.

     Kristi  was  silent on the way over,  almost as if she waslost in thought.
In fact,  she only said one  thing  during  theten minute ride.   "Do you think
they've cleaned the room,yet?" I replied, "No."

     I was somewhat surprised by Kristi's lack of  interest  inthe  limo  ride.
She  usually  gets  very  horny in the back seatof a stretch luxury sedan.   My
memories are rich withremembrances of  her  sucking  my cock,  and the cocks of
manyothers,  while riding in the back of a Lincoln.   But today,she didn't seem
to be excited about that.   As I've said,  sheseemed sort of preoccupied.    We
entered the hotel lobby,  andshe walked straight to the elevator.   I caught up
with her asshe pushed the "up" key.

     She  didn't  speak  to  me  at all from the time we enteredthe hotel lobby
until we walked into the room.  Then shewalked right over to the messed up bed,
lifted the top sheetto her nose and sniffed it.

     "I can smell you on this sheet," she said.

     "Probably," I responded.

     Kristi walked over to the  left  bottom  corner  of the bed.She lifted her
skirt up,  exposing her naked pussy to me.   Shefell backward on the  mattress.
Her  ass was level with thecorner of the bed,  her legs were spread wide.   She
had onlytwo words to say.

     "Fuck me."

     What a picture she made.   Here  was my sexy,  hot wife,half-laying across
the bed I'd fucked my secretary on  not  ahalf-hour  earlier,   acting  like  a
perfect  whore.    She hadn'teven bothered to take her clothes off,  only hiked
them uphigh enough to expose her  pantyless  pussy to me.   I startedto take my
pants off, but she stopped me.

     "Just open the zipper,  Phillip.   I want you to fuck melike you  would  a
whore.  I want to be fucked like a slut thatyou don't have time to undress for.
Just pull your cock outand give it to me."

     I didn't need any prompting.  I knew this scenario.  Wehad played versions
of it before.   Pulling my cock outthrough the front of my pants,  I approached
the bed.

     "Listen,   bitch," I knew what words she wanted to hear,"Listen.   I don't
have a lot of time to catch my plane.    Iwant to get my rocks off,  and I want
them off now!  I walkedpast the edge of the bed where her pussy was waiting for
me.I took her head, instead, and jerked her by the hair to mycock.  Even though
it was already hard as steel, I told herto suck me to complete hardness.

     "Lick my dick, bitch.   I don't have a lot of time.  Makeit hard enough to
fuck your cunt!  Do it!"

     Kristi gobbled my hard prick like she'd not seen one foryears.  Her expert
 mouth enveloped my cock, coating it withthe slippery spit that is to her mouth
 what her juices are toher cunt.   I watched my dick slide in and  out  of  her
 lipstickcovered lips.   Her hands reached inside my trousers.  One wasgripping
 the  base of my cock,  pumping it in and out of hermouth,  while the other one
 scratched my balls,  and  eventuallyslipped  down  past  them,  as her fingers
 sought and found myass hole.   I  almost  came  as  her  long  middle  finger,
 completewith blood red nail polish on her long, manicured nails,worked its way
 into my ass.  From experience, I knew shealready was up to the second knuckle.
 
 

     I  pulled  my  cock  and ass away from her greedy actions.I'd come to fuck
her,  and if I didn't change positions  soon,I would spend my first load in her
mouth.  This was not anunattractive alternative, but I knew Kristi wanted me in
herpussy.  And I hate to disappoint her.  Shifting my body backto the corner of
the bed, I lifted her legs into the air, andput her ankles around my neck.   My
rock hard cock knew whatit wanted,  and knew where it wanted to be.   I  didn't
wait togradually work my eight inc hes into Kristi's cunt.   Instead,I lined up
my cock with her pussy, and in one deft movement,I was in her to the hilt.  The
excellent  tonguing  she'd  givenmy cock,  plus the natural lubrication she was
emitting,  madefurther fore play superfluous.   My cock was hard,  her pussywas
wet.   I was in almost instantly,   and  almost instantly Ifelt her starting to
come.

     "Tell..me..about..fucking..Karla..on..this..bed.                    Tellme
about...fucking...her!" My wife spoke between thrusts ofmy cock.   I  knew  she
was  near  the  edge,   and all she needed topop was a little talk from me.   I
continued to punish herpussy,  which by  now was gushing her lubricant down her
ass.I thought about pulling out of her pussy,  and ramming her asshole, but the
idea of leaving that warm cunt, even for amoment, was more than I could bear.

     "I fucked her right here,  right where you're laying now.I let her lick my
cock,  and bathe my balls in her mouth.   Iplayed with her breasts,   her  hard
nipples, while she suckedmy dick.   Then she stopped sucking my cock, and moved
down,under it, to my ass.   I felt her tongue as it rimmed my asshole, and then
as  it  probed as far as it could.   She fuckedmy ass hole with her little pink
tongue,  and then I pulledher up here, up on the bed, and stuck my cock in her,
justlike I'm doing to you, now."

     Kristi was enthralled in her  own  passions now.   She wasfucking me,  but
visualizing me fucking Karla.  I continued.

     "While my cock was ramming in and out of her,  she playedwith her nipples.
They were hot and hard,  and she kepttwisting them, turning them around between
her thumb and forefinger.   She was as juicy as you are,   and  she  begged  me
tokeep fucking her!  She begged me not to stop.   She wanted mydick in her, and
I gave it to her, hard and fast.  Likethis."

     At this point,  I tore into my wife's pussy!   I fuckedher like a dog gone
mad.   I couldn't talk anymore.  Thethoughts I had tried to share with her, the
story  I had toldher about the fucking I'd given my secretary,  had worked onme
also.   Even though I was fucking  my wife,  I wasremembering Karla's hot cunt,
and how my cock had ravished itjust hours before.   I couldn't hold back.   The
combination ofsights and smells,  and memory,  coupled with the pussy suckingmy
cock at that moment, drove me over t he edge.

     "Now, bitch!  Now, move that ass for me.  Fuck my cock,I'm going to cum in
your pussy right now!"

     True to my word,  I started gushing.   Kristi was lost  inorgasm  by  this
point.    I  knew  she  was in her own world,  lostin passions of the past,  or
thoughts of the future,  whilebeing royally fucked in the present!   She bucked
under me,her pussy at once trying to pull me in deeper, while tryingto get away
from my pumping tool!

     Then it was over.   I pulled my cock from within Kristi'shot,  messy cunt.
I lifted the end of her dress and wiped mydick clean on it.   Kristi didn't say
a word.   I replaced mynow limp  dick  into  my trousers.   My clothes were not
messedup beyond the fact that my pants would smell  like  pussy  tillthey  came
back  from the dry cleaners,  but that wasn't aconcern of mine.   I had another
suit at the office.   Krististill laid on the bed,  my cum starting to ooze out
of herwell fucked pussy.   Her dress was a wreck,  her hair was amess,  and her
makeup was a disaster!   She looked like she'djust been fucked by a regiment of
green berets.  And shelooked extremely beautiful, and extremely happy.

     I walked over to the door.  I extracted three onehundred dollar bills from
my wallet,  and dropped them on thedresser top.   Turning to her I said,  "This
should cover yourexpenses and time."  This  action reenforced the fact she wasa
whore,  and as a whore, she'd just been fucked!   I didn'tsay another word.   I
walked out the door, leaving my wifelaying in a pool of cum, on sheets that I'd
fucked anotherwoman on earlier that day.   When I got back to the street,Harold
opened the car door.  He drove m e back to my office.When I got out of the car,
I handed the key to room 1421 toHarold.

     "Go back to the Plaza, park the car, and go up to theroom.  See if my wife
needs anything." Almost as an afterthought, I added.   "And Harold, don't knock
before you go in.Just walk in and handle anything that needs doing."

     I knew I was giving Kristi a little desert,  but afterall,  she's  devoted
her  life  and her pussy to making me happy.Why be a hog?   Besides,  I'd never
miss the one or two piecesHarold would  take.    And I knew that before the day
was over,Kristi would tell me all about them.  Every last juicydetail! and out
of her lipstickcovered lips.   Her hands  reached  inside  my  trousers.    One
wasgripping the base of my cock,  pumping it in and out of hermouth,  while the
other  one  scratched my balls,  and eventuall yslipped down past them,  as her
fingers sought and found myass hole.   I almost came as her long middle finger,
completewith blood red nail polish on her long,  manicured nails,worked its way
into my ass.   From experience, I knew shealready was up to the second knuckle.



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