Perfect Payback

PERFECT PAYBACK By KyenEs I was pretty sure my wife was seeing another man even before we got married. The thing is, we?d been dating five years. I didn?t want to believe the evidence and, lastly, I honestly thought that, even if it was true, she would stop after the wedding. I was wrong. My wife is a vivacious, energetic and attractive woman of 26. Although her hair is brown she colors it a dark blonde. Her green eyes have a vixen-like attraction and she was just an all around cutie. Of course, she had a nice body to go along with her attractive features; 36B-cup, 25-inch waist and 36-inch hips, her boobs are sexy, well-shaped pears with soft pink nipples. Without a doubt, every guy who ever saw Paige remarked that from the waist up she was probably an 8 ? on a scale of 10 but from the waist down she was a definite ?10?. Her ass was round and sexy and she had wonderfully shaped, smooth thighs. For myself, one of her nicest features was a full, neatly trimmed but dense bush of brown hair over a full-lipped, sweet pussy. The problem was, however, another guy was getting her pussy three times as much as me. His name was James ? ?Jack? and he was a big, athletic man with an engaging personality although he smiled and laughed too much and although he was considered good looking by all the other women in the workplace, I never saw him as ?handsome? plus, he was already married. I suspected Paige had an interest in him from the outset. Her sister once told me that Paige had confided to her that there was a guy at work she thought ?sexy? and wondered how she might get his attention. It didn?t take long, however. Paige obviously let Jack know she was available, if not for anything lifelong than for as long as they could make it and keep it secret. I had to grudgingly admire their plan. As soon as Paige and I were married, she began suggesting we go out with Jack and his wife Theresa. Since I still lacked hard evidence Paige and Jack were fucking I decided to go along with things and see where they led. I agreed we should socialize with them; Jack and Paige worked together, I had my own office and Theresa was working towards a graduate degree as a social worker. I wondered how we?d all fare. Theresa was certainly no centerfold but she was definitely not unattractive either. A brunette with big brown eyes, she had a more buxom body than Paige ? big tits, nice round, prominent ass, nice legs and, to my surprise, a rather strong will. My initial impression was that she suspected Jack fucked other women ? most likely from the workplace ? and she was as curious about Paige as I was about Jack. But from the outset the four of us got along well, going to dinner together, making short day trips and, all the while I couldn?t mistake the glances between Jack and my wife. Whether Theresa picked up on them or not I wasn?t sure. Within a few months of getting married the signs began to pile up. Paige would come home from work later and later, she?d be exhausted and fall asleep on the couch right after dinner. When I?d try to initiate sex Paige, who had always had a voracious sexual appetite and had a suspicious reputation as an ?easy lay?, would protest she was too tired and ask if I?d be okay with her jerking me off. I?m not stupid and I knew such an attitude wasn?t normal despite my wife?s protests that she was just not ?into? sex as she had been. But when I discovered her going to work without a bra and no panties under her slacks ? after she?d told me ??some of us from work are going out later for drinks? I didn?t need a billboard sign telling me Jack was fucking my wife. Another interesting circumstance arose. Paige had let it be known for years she wanted a big family. However, she discovered that an inflammation of her tubes made pregnancy questionable so she never involved herself with birth control. As I continued adding the evidence something else struck me ? Paige was more and more suggestive of jerking me off rather than fucking ? although a couple times a month she?d lay back, spread those luscious thighs and fuck ? usually me doing the work as she relaxed. She loved me eating her, however and never passed up a chance to get my face between her legs. She also didn?t mind if I finger fucked her or even used a dildo at times but as far as fucking me was concerned, Paige said that the cum was just ?yucky?. Even those times we did fuck, as soon as I withdrew Paige was in the bathroom cleaning herself. And I know you?re asking, Wow, why did you put up with that? Just remember, I write this with hindsight. At the time it was frustrating sexually but Paige was also fun to be with and I loved her. At times Jack would call the house on the pretext of business and I?d hear Paige talking softly, giggling and a pause and she?d say, ?I do too? leading me to think the talk was romantic. I never found cum-stained panties or smelled sex on Paige but I knew she was being fucked. One afternoon her sister came to the house unexpectedly and Paige came to the door in a pair of panties and buttoning her blouse (no bra); her hair slightly disheveled. Her sister had also seen Jack?s car in the driveway moments before. I knew what it all meant but, as many of you husbands can attest, I was turned on by the imagery of Jack fucking Paige. I think if Paige had enticed me properly and said she wanted to fuck Jack, would it be okay ? I am pretty sure I would?ve agreed. But what got to me was the way she denied everything, not even admitting she was hot for him. And in time I was convinced she wanted him to get her pregnant. How? Simple ? she wasn?t using birth control, she was with him under very suspicious circumstances and her sister once asked her what Paige might name a baby if she ever had one and my wife, without even looking at me, reeled off several names with one thing in common ? all had the same initials as Jack, each name would have had ?Jack? as a variant of the name and I think Paige was cunning enough to get pregnant by him and convince me it was mine. Things became more apparent. At a banquet given by my firm, we took Jack and Theresa as guests. Drinks flowed endlessly, conversation got suggestive and finally, on the way home, Jack and Paige ended up together in the front seat of the car while Theresa and I sat in the back. I think that is when things began clicking everywhere. As we sat together, I felt Theresa slide her hand to my thigh and I put my hand atop hers. Our fingers entwined. I knew she had been drinking but that just lowered her inhibition so I was pleasantly surprised when she laid her head on my shoulder and turned slightly so those big tits were strategically pressed against me. Effortlessly she began tracing her fingertips over my arm and I looked down and saw her big dark eyes looking up at me. If we?d been alone I would have kissed her; instead, when she saw me looking, she squeezed my hand and subtly licked her lips. Her gaze shifted to the front seat where Paige and Jack were sitting tightly together and when I looked back at Theresa she gave me the faintest sign of a wink and shifted again so her body was directly against me. I admit my dick got hard. I feared Theresa would feel it and I?d be in an embarrassing spot. The thing is, she did feel it and without fanfare, casually brushed her hand over it, lingering there long enough to let me know she knew. Nothing happened that night but not because it wasn?t designed. The next day Paige playfully joked about my ?girlfriend? Theresa and asked what we did in the back seat. At that moment I knew Paige had arranged things. If she and Jack could get Theresa and I to do something ? anything ? it would make it much easier for them to do their thing. I didn?t know if Theresa got the same treatment from Jack or not but the next weekend I found myself with Theresa taking a tour of a museum ? convenient for Paige and Jack since they were working together that day. I enjoyed the time with Theresa and as we drove home her hand moved to my leg again and we ended up holding hands. As a mater of fact, when I took her hand in mine she immediately moved closer to me in the seat. Nothing was ever said between us ? it was becoming a somewhat erotic exchange of body language and touching. When we got to her house (hers and Jack?s) I walked her to the door and she invited me inside for a drink. I stepped inside but told Theresa I couldn?t stay. She smiled and nodded and just as I turned to leave, she whispered my name and leaned forward to kiss me. It was a brief kiss but both of us had managed to quickly put the tip of our tongues against the other. She smiled at me again, ?That was nice,? she said, ?Thanks?. I realized that her smile was one of sadness. Precisely one week later, midmorning on Saturday, I heard a ferocious pounding on the front door. Paige was working and I couldn?t think of anyone who?d be banging the door that way so you can imagine how surprised I was to see Theresa outside. I let her in and she walked past my very fast, a bundle of papers in her hand. She stormed into the den as I followed and when she threw the papers on the coffee table she turned to me with an intense glare on her face. I had been surprised by her presence at the door but settled down as we went to the den. Even with a surprise visit, I found myself looking at the woman. She wore a pullover sweater with a deep neckline and her heavy breasts gave a lot of generous cleavage, plus, she wasn?t wearing a bra. Her hair, long and brunette, was windblown but with that wild look she came across as rather sensuous. ?What?s the matter?? I asked her and Theresa pointed to the papers on the coffee table. ?Look at them,? she said in a sharp, icy voice. I picked up some of the papers and scanned them, my heart racing as I did. They were ?love letters? between Paige and Jack. Numerous references were made to how hot their fucking was and how Paige loved sucking John and how neither of them could stand being in bed with their spouses and counted the minutes until the could ?make love? again. In one note Jack told Paige he was intentionally avoiding sex with Theresa so he had ?gallons of sperm? to give her. Paige wrote to Jack that she was keeping a rigid schedule of her ovulating so when she went into ?heat? as she said it, she could give Jack her egg and carry his baby. What hit me strongest (and probably Theresa too) was the note Paige wrote in swirling cursive handwriting that she wanted to give Jack ALL his babies and wanted to be the only woman he ?made love to?. I looked at Theresa. ?What the hell is this?? She had her hands on her hips, dark eyes burning intensely. ?We both know what?s been going on,? her voice was sharp but had a rich, sensual ring to it. ?I suspected it from the start,? Theresa continued, ?Jack thinks he needs to fuck every woman he works with and your wife,? she said without hint of apology, ? decided she wanted to start fucking him the first time they met!? Her big boobs were rising and falling in anger and her nipples were hard (and big) poking against the front of the sweater. ?I suspected it too, Theresa,? I said, reflecting back on all the evidence. Her eyes narrowed, ?You know what they?re doing right now, don?t you?? I gave her a blank look. ?Working?? I replied. Theresa reached to pull another piece of paper from the batch. ?They?re working alright,? she spat, ?They?re working on their little project!? The note she handed me was in Paige?s handwriting highlighting the days she was most fertile. Under the day?s date was tiny handwriting ?Today we make our baby!? My heart fell. Theresa?s voice became soft, ?You know, your wife was cutting you off because she wanted to give her ass to Jack,? she paused and took a deep, emotional breath, ?and Jack has been telling me he is just too tired, his back hurts, anything?even when I beg him to screw me.? I suddenly understood why Theresa?s smile always seemed sad. I put my arm around her, scenting her perfume. I held her to me, Theresa?s hair smelled like fresh flowers. I felt Theresa?s arms go around me and we stood like that for several moments. ?What are we gonna do?? I asked aloud. Theresa?s arms tightened around me, she lifted her head to look up into my face, those big brown eyes wide and with a hint of shyness. ?Do you?do you wanna do it?? her soft voice was almost child-like. She gently pressed her abdomen against me. ?Now?? I asked and she grinned and nodded. ?Where?? she had taken me by surprise. ?Here,? Theresa giggled, ?in your bedroom?on her side of the bed. We began giggling like kids and, holding her hand, I led the way on the stairs. Beside the bed we began kissing ? deeply. Theresa?s mouth opened wide to take my tongue and she sucked it, pushing her own into my mouth. It was a long, deep, passionate kiss, pent up lust and desire exploding. Her hands were on my pants, undressing me. We broke our kiss long enough for me to lift her sweater over her head. Those big, heavy tits wobbled free and when my shirt was off I felt the big nipples on my chest. ?Fuck me,? Theresa hissed, pushing my pants down, taking my cock from my shorts. ?Oh shit,? she giggled and covered her mouth with her hand, ?You?re a lot bigger than Jack!? Excited at getting a bigger cock and aroused at being able to expend our pent up sexual energy, we began kissing again, this time our hands fondling, feeling and caressing. Theresa?s tits were heavy, in my hands they felt soft and smooth and I lowered my head to suck hard, hearing Theresa purr contentedly. ?Mmm, yes,? she murmured, lifting my head. ?Let me suck it,? she sat back on the bed, her hands on my waist and opened her mouth. My dick was surrounded my warm wetness. Her hands went to my cock and balls, her head bobbing and tits swaying. I closed my eyes, put my hands on her head and felt the woman suck me. Deep wet sounds came from her throat and she cradled my balls, pumped my cock, rubbed the head over her face. ?Fuck me,? she whispered loudly. I helped Theresa slid her jeans off and she lifted her hips to remove her panties. Laying back on the bed she spread her legs. I took a moment to gaze at her. Between her thighs was a dense, thick curly bush. Her cunt hair was trimmed at the sides but it was still a thick, curly growth of dark hair. Looking at me thru narrowed eyes, Theresa ran her hands along the inside of her thighs, caressing her cunt. ?Give me that big cock,? she said. Her hands felt it, stroked it and squeezed it. Our tongues swirled in each other?s mouth and Theresa was whimpering and moaning softly. ?I want it so bad,? she hissed, her hips now rolling. ?Promise me you?ll fuck me?promise you?ll make my pussy feel so good?? We kissed again and I got between her spread legs. My own hands couldn?t stop feeling her tits and as Theresa guided my cock to her hole, she looked at me sharply. ?Paige isn?t the only one who?s fertile today,? she grinned. As I slid into her warm, silky cunt, Theresa had her arms around me, hips gyrating, ass churning on the bed, her mouth devouring me, licking me, kissing me. ?Keep fucking me,? she gasped, her head jerking. ?Promise you?ll always fuck me?I?ll give you all the pussy you?ll ever want. Be my stud, my fuck partner?let me take care of you,? she was whimpering, gasping, mumbling, her head was tossing back and forth as we fucked. My cock moved easily in and out of her, pussy juice made my balls wet. ?Do?you?want?me?pregnant?? she grunted in time with my fucking. She stared into my eyes, ?Do you?? I leaned down and ran my tongue thru her mouth. ?Yes,? spoke into her ear, ?I do. I want to make you pregnant and keep you that way if you want?. Theresa grabbed me and held me tight. Her cunt hair rubbed against me and I felt her trembling, her breathing faster. ?Fuck?fuck?fuck,? she gasped, ?Cum?in?me?. I slid my hands to her plump ass cheeks and drove deep. Theresa gasped and squealed loudly, ?Ohh yesss!? and I felt as though the head of my dick had come off. Sperm squirted from my cock, thick, rich strings of sperm splattered the walls of Theresa?s heaving cunt, jets of semen pulsed deeply into her hole, running out from around her engorged cunt lips, trickling down the crack of her churning ass. Her humping hips made my dick squish in her cunt from the mass of seed I had pumped into the cunt. Theresa continued to fuck on my dick, her body writhing, tits wobbling on her chest. I thought I had unloaded a quart of semen into the woman. The incredible irony of the entire situation was that Theresa got pregnant and Paige didn?t. Eighteen months later Theresa was pregnant again and three months ago she delivered her third baby. Paige has yet to get knocked up and looks at Theresa with intense jealousy. I am not sure what Jack and Paige will do; Theresa tells me she only allows John in her after she?s found out I got her pregnant again. Jack thinks he is potent and Paige cannot understand why Jack gets his wife pregnant but cannot give Paige his baby ? a depressing fact to my wife since she said she?d give Jack all his babies and not Theresa! Of course, Theresa and I share a wink and knowing smile. If things remain the same we know she?ll have another swollen, heavy belly in a few more months. We look at Jack and Paige and have to laugh. It?s the perfect payback. 5323 1.53/512345

The Grass On the Other Side Of The Fence

THE GRASS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FENCE I guess from what I've heard and read that my situation was not at all unique. I'd been married to Howard for fifteen years and things had reached a point where things just seemed to be going on because of inertia. Howie and I still made love, but it was more like we did it because it was a duty we owed each other. I couldn't remember the last time I pulled him into the bedroom because I wanted him nor could I remember the last time he came after me with any great degree of passion. The affection was still there. I loved cuddling up to Howie in the morning and I usually fell asleep at night snuggled up next to him. I guess the best way to describe our marriage was that we were comfortable with each other, but the passion was gone. I don't even remember when I first looked at another man and wondered what it would be like to be with him. Would there be the passion that I no longer experienced in my marriage? That's all I did; wonder about it. I was still a pretty good looking woman and I did have plenty of chances to act on my curiosity, but I always passed. I stopped occasionally for drinks with my co-workers and I had some passes made at me, but I always treated it as flirting and the most outrageous I ever got was kissing some of the guys if they caught me under the mistletoe at the company Christmas party. Well, that isn't exactly true. The most outrageous thing I ever did happened at a pool party at the boss's house. I was in the pool and Paul Baxter from Accounts Receivable kept dunking me and grabbing at my breasts. I finally had enough and I grabbed his penis through his swimming trunks and squeezed as hard as I could. I expected him to react by saying something like, "Ow! That hurts" but what he did was moan and say: "Yes, oh God yes. Don't let go, please don't let go." I turned him loose and fled the pool and then did my best to avoid him until he transferred to another office four months later. I suppose that I would have gone through the rest of my life just looking and being curious had I not been promoted to office manager. I'd been in the position for three months when the company decided to send me to a three day seminar in Detroit. The first day covered the current "hot button" topic ? sexual harassment. What constituted sexual harassment, how to deal with it and yadda, yadda, yadda. There was a cocktail party that evening so you could meet others, socialize, exchange thoughts and ideas and network. I was getting a vodka tonic from the bar when I noticed him looking at me. Not just looking in my general direction, but looking at me. Several times during the evening when I looked in his direction I saw him looking at me. Tall, handsome in a rugged way and at least ten years younger than me. I was at the bar getting another V and T (my third of the evening) when he came up to me and introduced himself. His name was Todd and he was a supervisor at a paper products manufacturing company located about four hours from where I lived. He said he had seen what he thought was a negative response cross my face when I was listening to one of the speakers and he wondered about it. As a woman in the work place he would have expected me to be one hundred percent behind the big push to make the work place friendlier to woman. I had to laugh at that. I told him my position on the subject was a simple one. Human nature wasn't going to change just because a few upset people managed to get a bunch of rules changed or made and put into place. Yes, there were some things that needed to be corrected and some behaviors that were not acceptable, but on the whole I thought the entire idea of sexual harassment in the work place had been blown way out of proportion. He laughed and said he couldn't agree with me more. He said that it seemed like the powers that be were determined to stamp out common sense in the work place. We talked about a few other things and then he asked me where my husband was and when I told him that Howie hadn't come with me I braced myself for the pass I expected. He surprised me by saying that it was too bad that the two of us (Howie and me) weren't able to enjoy a company paid mini-vacation. I asked where his wife was (I'd seen the ring) and he told me that she worked and couldn't get the three days off. The cocktail party was starting to break up and he told me that he didn't feel like going up to his room and watching TV so he was going to hit the hotel lounge for a couple of drinks and then he asked me if I would care to join him. I didn't want to go sit in my room either and I knew that if he was hoping to score it wasn't going to happen so I said yes. The lounge had live music and before we were halfway through our first drink Todd asked me to dance. He held me close, but not too close and we stayed out on the floor for three numbers. Then it was more talk, another drink and a couple of more dances. We were on our third drink when I started asking myself what was wrong with me? Todd was a perfect gentleman and didn't attempt anything even remotely like a pass. Didn't he think I was attractive? Wasn't I at least worth a 'soft' pass? I wasn't going to "play" but he didn't know that. He had to know that I found him to be a very attractive man even though he had no way of knowing that I wondered what he would be like much the same as I had wondered about other men. By the time were on our third tour of the dance floor I found myself wishing that he would make a pass at me. I would let him down gently of course. But I was at the point where I needed to know that he found me attractive. Silly of me I guess, but I was upset that an attractive man didn't seem to think that I was worth his effort. But as much as I hoped for a sign from him it never came. When it was time to leave he offered to walk me to my room and I just knew that if I said yes he would make his move when we reached the door of my room. I was trying to make up my mind whether to let him kiss me when he tried before gently pushing him away or to hold him off. I opted for letting him kiss me. Again, it was for a stupid reason ? it would be the sign I needed that he did indeed find me attractive. When we reached my door I had already rehearsed in my mind my gentle rejection. I took my key card out of my purse and turned toward him expecting him to bend down and try to kiss me. He smiled at me, told me that he had enjoyed my company and then he wished me goodnight and walked away. I started at his back as he walked away and again wondered what was wrong with me that he wouldn't even try for a goodnight kiss. The next morning when I entered the hotel restaurant I saw him sitting in a booth and he looked up, saw me and waved me over to join him. We made general conversation as we had breakfast and then we attended that day's session. During that session they split us up into 'discussion groups' and Todd and I were in different groups. When we broke for lunch he invited me to join him and his group for lunch. There were seven of us around a large table and as we ate we critiqued the seminar to date and all pretty much decided that it was a waste of time and money. The afternoon didn't get any better and when the session ended Todd asked me to join him for dinner and then maybe some drinks and dancing in the lounge after. I told him I wasn't feeling well and that I was going to turn in early. The truth was that I really didn't want to go to my room and no nothing but jump channels, but I wasn't up for another night of rejection and self doubt. To me it seemed like the only way my ego was going to get the stroking it seemed to want would be for me to flat out ask Todd to come up to my room and do me and that was never going to happen. I skipped breakfast the next morning so I could avoid running into Todd and since the days session was going to end early to give the attendees an early start home there was no lunch break. I didn't get to talk with Todd again before I left. The crowning touch was that when I got home Howie acted like he didn't even know I was gone and even though I didn't realize it at the time, a seed had been planted. Three weeks after the seminar I got a phone call at the office from Todd. After exchanging pleasantries he told me he had called because he had a problem with a couple of employees and he wanted a woman's perspective on things. We talked a while and I gave him my input and he thanked me and that was the start of it. For the next two months we exchanged phone calls on the average of one a week as we talked shop and shared opinions on things that were going on in our work places. One morning I got a call from him and he asked me if I had plans for lunch. It turned out that he was in town to visit a supplier. I met him and we talked as we ate and when the meal was over and it was time to leave he reached over the table, took both of my hands in his and told me that he had a confession to make. He told me that while he really did value my advice the real reason he called me was just to hear the sound of my voice. He told me that he had felt an instant attraction to me at the seminar and it had been all he could do to make himself behave like a gentleman. I smiled at him and told him that I appreciated the fact that he had been a gentleman because I hadn't been all that sure that I would have been able to resist his advances if he had made any. That wasn't true of course, but he didn't know that and besides, I felt that I owed him a little for his stroking my ego. Lunch over I went back to work and Todd headed out on his drive home. For the rest of that day and occasionally over the next two weeks I wondered what it would have been like with him. His next call came two weeks after our lunch date and he wanted my perspective on a problem involving a female employee. I chuckled and ask if he was really having a problem or was it that he just wanted to hear the sound of my voice again. He admitted that he already knew what he was going to do with the employee and yes, he did want to hear the sound of my voice. I told him that I liked hearing from him and that he could call me any time even if it was only to talk about the weather. For the next two months we talked with each other on the average of three times a week and somewhere along the line we started flirting with each other. Our talks had a lot of sexual innuendo and once he even told me that he wished I was sitting there on his lap. I laughed and told him that he should be careful of what he wished for or someday it might happen and I wouldn't want to be responsible for hurting him. He laughed and asked me what I meant and I told him that he might have a hard time walking when I got through with him. He called me two days after that phone call. It was on a Friday and he told me that he had to go to XXXXXX for the weekend. XXXXXX was halfway between where he lived and where I lived and I mentioned that I had been there several times to visit an antique shop. He said that I should drive over and visit the shop and we could have lunch together. Then he said I could even sit on his lap if I wanted to. All of a sudden it wasn't 'cutesie-pooh' flirting any more and we both knew it. Had the conversation happened at any other time it probably would have gone nowhere, but a couple of things were going on in my life at that time that made me seriously consider what Todd was asking me to do. For one, I was still a little pissed at Howie over the way he had behaved when I'd come home from the seminar. For another, I had tried three times in the past five days to get Howie to make love to me and all three times he put me off with some feeble excuse or another. I was sitting there silently fighting an internal battle with myself ? half of me saying go and the other half saying don't be silly ? when Todd said that he would be a perfect gentleman same as last time. The way he said it tripped a switch somewhere in my brain and I told him that behaving like a gentleman would be the last thing I would want. I told him that I would meet him. We made arrangements to meet at a restaurant that was close to the antique shop I usually visited. That night I told Howie I was going antique shopping the next day and he said he would be playing golf. His indifference toward me when I told him what I was going to do just stiffened my resolve. It was an hour and a half drive to XXXXXX and twice Todd called my cell phone to reassure himself that I was really coming. Both times I told him I was on the way, but when I reached the XXXXXX city limits sign I pulled over and did some deep soul searching. Did I really want to do it? I could still turn around and go back. I had just about talked myself into going back home when my cell phone rang. It was Howie calling to tell me that he wouldn't be home until late. He was going out for dinner and drinks with his buddies and then they were going to play some poker. That really upset me. I couldn't remember the last time he had taken me out for dinner and drinks and I told him that. He said he knew he shouldn't have called me, that he knew I'd get my panties in a twist and then he hung up on me. I started at my cell for several very long moments and then I turned it off and mentally said, "Fuck you Howard" as I put it in the glove box. I met Todd at the restaurant and after coffee and a piece of apple pie he asked me if I was ready to do some antique shopping. I told him that I hadn't driven an hour and a half for antiques, that I had planned on some serious lap sitting. He opened the motel room door and stepped back to let me go in and as soon as the door closed I turned, put my arms around his neck and slipped my tongue into his mouth. I felt his hands on my breasts and I leaned into them. I felt his erection pushing against my leg and I broke away from him and started undressing. He just stood there and watched me until I was down to my bra and panties and I could see the appreciation and desire in his eyes. Then he seemed to realize that he was wasting time and he hurriedly started stripping. I waited for him and when he was naked I took him by the hand and led him to the bed. He sat me down on the edge of the bed, gently pushed my legs apart, knelt in front of me and did something that Howie had not done in years ? Todd started eating my pussy. His tongue parted my folds and he found my clitoris and went to work on it. I laid back on the bed to give him better access. His hands reached for my breasts and he tugged on my nipples and rolled them between his fingers. His mouth had me on the edge of a climax, but I couldn't quite get there so I pulled him up and pulled my knees back. Todd was a little smaller than Howie, both in length and girth, but it still felt good as he pushed his penis into me. It took maybe two minutes to give me my orgasm and I clung to him as he worked for his own. After he came and as we rested in each others arms a feeling of sadness came over me. Maybe not sadness, but disappointment. After all my wondering, after all my curiosity about what it would be like with another man, it was no different with Todd than it had been with Howie. I did enjoy it, but outside of Todd going down on me it could have just as easily been Howie. It was a real let down. I felt Todd's penis twitch against my leg and I reached down and fondled it. I mean, disappointing or not, we were there, we were naked and I had driven over a hundred miles for it so I slid down and took Todd in my mouth. When he was hard we did it again. After cumming I was lying there staring up at the ceiling and wondering how I had let myself get into such a situation when Todd went down on me again. Howard had never done that ? gone down on me after cumming in me ? but Todd didn't seem to care. He licked and sucked my pussy until I moaned and then he moved up and we did it a third time. I looked at my watch and told Todd that I had to leave. Why I did that I don't know since Howard would be out drinking and playing poker, but for some reason I wanted to get home. I got in the shower and was soaping up the rag when Todd slid the shower curtain back and got in the shower with me. He took the rag from me and used it to scrub my back and a minute later he had me leaning forward against the wall while he took me from behind. He gave me an orgasm and then came in me and then we soaped up each other which gave Todd another erection. He carried me, dripping wet, to the bed and did me for the fifth time. I didn't climax and it took him a long time before he did. Then I told him that I really, really did have to get going and I got up and dried myself off and started dressing. As I dressed we talked and Todd asked me if we could do it again and I told him that we would see. We kissed and then I was in my car and heading home. As I drove I thought about what I had just done. I had cheated on my husband. I had cheated on him knowingly and ? I admitted to myself ? to spite Howard for his lack of attention. It wasn't as Earth shaking as I had expected it to be, but then neither had it been an empty gesture. Todd had given me several very good orgasms the five times he did me which, by the way, was three more than Howard had given me at any one time and Todd had eaten my pussy ? twice! But as much as I had enjoyed the orgasms the sex itself was still no better that what I got from Howard. By the time I got home I knew the answer to Todd's question. No. We would not be doing it again. Todd and I stayed in touch, but the intervals between phone calls got longer and longer and then they just stopped. I think he was feeling as guilty over cheating on his wife as I was feeling for cheating on Howard. I no longer looked at other men and wondered what they would be like. What I did was sit Howard down and give him an ultimatum. Basically I told him to "use me or lose me." I told him I wanted a sex life and that if he wasn't interested in giving it to me I would get a divorce and go looking for some one who would. That pretty much shook him up and he must have decided that keeping me happy would be less of a hassle than going through a divorce. Cheaper too. He stepped up and answered the call and our love life is back up to two and three times a week and one or two of those times it will usually be twice. Howard loves blow jobs and I told him he can have all he wants as long as he reciprocates and he has answered the call there also. He is sending me flowers at work and doing all the romantic things he used to do. For my part I've acquired an entire drawer full of sexy lingerie that I model for him and there are nights when he comes home from work to find me waiting for him in nothing but "come fuck me" pumps and a smile. I could have done all these things before Todd and probably have achieved the same result and I have no idea why I didn't. In a way I'm glad I had my little fling with Todd because it showed me that the grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence and that instead of climbing that fence I should have been watering and fertilizing the grass I had. 4806 1.49/512345

Melinda’s Trip to Jamaica

It?s taken me six years to get up the nerve to put down in writing what have to be the most surprising and ultimately most satisfying events of my life. Let me start with a little background. At the time of this story, I was a thirty year old computer operator from a midwestern state, average build, average looks, with a twenty five year old wife, we?ll call her Melinda. She was and still is smoking hot ? 5? 4?, 110 lbs, gorgeous face, blonde hair, and full 36C tits. She?s a workout fanatic, so her body has always been super tight. Combining my average appearance with her incredible looks and her tendency to be a shameless flirt, and our nine year marriage had turned me into quite a suspicious husband. Our sex life has never been much to speak of, as Melinda has told me she doesn?t enjoy it all that much. Once or twice a month is about all I have come to expect, so frequent masturbation is the only way I survive. Anyway, six years ago we saved up enough money to take an exotic vacation to a super expensive all-inclusive resort in Jamaica. Before we left, Melinda went on a shopping spree for herself, buying several skimpy outfits, thong swimsuits, and lacy things for the bedroom. She said this was a once in a lifetime trip, so why not do it up right. Besides, no one in Jamaica would know us, so if she dressed a little racy, who would mind? Certainly not me, as I had always thought she dressed too conservatively for having such a great body. The trip was exhausting, and by the time we reached our resort, it was early evening. Our second floor room was beautiful, and I noticed there was an adjoining door to the room next door which housekeeping had evidently forgotten to lock up, because I was able to go through and check it out. It was basically the same room as ours, and by appearance must have been vacant. We showered and changed clothes for dinner, Melinda picking out a rather tight, low-cut coral mini dress and gold strappy high heels. As we sat down to our meals, I noticed how some of the resort restaurant?s male employees, all apparently Jamaicans, were checking her out, whispering amongst themselves. Eventually one of them, a young very dark fellow, came over to our table and introduced himself as Robert, one of the resort?s activities directors. He briefly shook my hand and then Melinda?s, only holding hers in both of his rather large hands for the entire time he spoke to her, apparently forgetting me. He said he hoped to see us by the pool the next day, as there would be plenty of fun activities going on. He bent down and kissed her hand and left us to our dinner. I noticed that Melinda was kind of blushing, and also that her eyes continued to follow him as he walked away. After dinner we could hear Jamaican music coming from one of the outdoor bars, so we strolled over for a few drinks. The long day and the alcohol soon had me drowsy, but Melinda seemed energized and ready to party. She was flirting rather heavily with Chester the bartender another extremely dark-skinned Jamaican, and at one point she took off her heels and danced on top of the bar, much to the delight of all the men. Her dress had crept up her thighs, and her hot pink thong panties were in plain sight of anyone nearby. My head was spinning from the drinks and lack of sleep, so I suggested we call it a night. Melinda was visibly disappointed, but agreed to go back to our room. She helped me upstairs and dropped me onto the bed. I must have passed out right away, because when I came to, the clock said I had been out for almost two hours. I struggled to sit upright, and to my surprise found myself alone in the room. I stumbled over to the window, and could see down to outdoor bar where we had been drinking earlier. It was basically deserted, except for Melinda, Chester the bartender, and Robert, who had somehow reappeared. She was sitting barefoot at the bar, with one leg propped up onto Robert?s thigh as he massaged her foot. She still wore her mini dress, and Robert was shirtless. They were all talking, laughing, and drinking, and I found myself unable to keep from watching them, my wife obviously half drunk and these two young Jamaicans. Melinda and Robert got up from their seats and left Chester to close down the bar. I saw they were headed towards our room, so I made my way to the door and watched out the peephole for them to approach. They lowered their voices as they came closer, and I could see Robert had to help Melinda up the steps. She had slung her arm over his broad shoulder and he had his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her body tightly against his. She seemed tiny compared to him, as he was about 6?2? with a huge chest and arms. Robert whispered something to Melinda that made her giggle, then leaned down and kissed her. Amazingly, she opened her mouth and their tongues immediately became entwined. She caressed the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers, their kiss becoming increasingly aggressive and passionate. As he massaged her thigh, Robert hiked up Melinda?s dress to reveal her hot pink panties, and as his hand groped her bare ass he slid them down her legs to the ground. She stepped out of the panties and Robert quickly snatched them up and stuffed them into his pants pocket. Melinda grabbed Robert by the shoulders and he lifted her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. As their tongues continued to dance together, Melinda began to grind her now bare pussy into Robert?s obviously huge erection which was somehow being contained by his pants. Her moans became louder as she continued to move up and down. Robert reached down and unzipped his pants, allowing his enormous cock to spring out. He raised my wife up and slowly lowered her down onto his huge black rod. She appeared to not be able to take it all at first, then his penis disappeared inside her. Melinda?s entire body shuddered as she took him in, and as he moved in and out, her actions became more savage, and I could see her long red nails digging into his back. After what seemed like an eternity of pumping and thrusting, I saw her clench up tightly, let out a small scream, and collapse onto him. Robert wasn?t finished though, and he lifted her up and down on his cock several more times until I heard him let out a moan and I knew he had just cum inside her. He held her in his arms until she was able to regain her composure, then let her down. He mumbled something about not getting to see her beautiful tits, but she told him we were there for the week, so there would plenty of time for that. She stood on tiptoe and continued to move her tongue in and out of his mouth, running her hands over his huge chest and biceps. At this point, Melinda broke their kiss and whispered she had to go. I quickly made my way back to our bed and jumped in headfirst. Big mistake. As I landed on my stomach, incredible pain shot up from my groin as I realized I had a huge erection (at least it was huge for me, as my penis is only about 5 ??fully erect). It was all I could do to keep from screaming out in pain, but as Melinda snuck into our room I did my best impression of Sleeping Beauty. She crawled into bed next to me and was out in a heartbeat. As I lay there, still half-buzzed, I couldn?t believe I had just witnessed my wife of nine years fucking a huge black man right on the other side of the door. Even worse, it had aroused me in a way I had never imagined. I couldn?t wait to see what Melinda would say the next morning. I was up well before her, showered and dressed in my swim trunks, and brought coffee up to our room from the restaurant downstairs. Melinda slowly dragged herself out of bed, and I noticed she walked very gingerly to the shower with her coffee, not saying a word. After her shower, she gulped down the remaining coffee and put on her white thong string bikini. She blamed her soreness on the long flight the day before, although I knew better. We headed down to the pool where she collapsed onto a deck chair. It wasn?t long before Robert showed up, and began recruiting players for a game of pool volleyball. I passed, as I pretended to read a book, but Melinda quickly perked up and hopped into the pool. As Robert took off his shirt to join her, I noticed the scratch marks on his back and had to concentrate to keep from getting another erection right there. They played on the same team, and after some winning points they would briefly embrace. At one point, Robert had Melinda sit up on his shoulders to spike a ball, and as soon as I saw her white thong bikini riding up the crack of her ass as she rode on his dark muscular shoulders I practically sprinted up to the room so I could whack off. I came harder than I ever remember, and when I returned to the pool, the volleyball game had broken up, and Robert was sitting in my seat next to Melinda. At first I didn?t think he was going to get up, as he completely ignored me and continued to chat up my wife. Then he was called away by another resort employee and I sat back down. I told Melinda I thought Robert seemed quite fixated on her, but she just laughed it off, saying he was harmless. A couple of times during the day I caught him giving her a look as he walked by the pool, and both times she excused herself to go to the bathroom immediately after. The second time she was gone nearly an hour, and when she returned her swimsuit seemed to have been adjusted slightly. I asked her where she had been, and Melinda said she had gone back to the room and fallen asleep. This gave me an idea, so I told Melinda I was going to go for a walk down the beach, and that I would be back in a couple of hours. Instead, I snuck up to our room and went through the door to the adjoining room, leaving the door open just a crack, and hunkered down in the dark. It wasn?t long before I heard our door open up, and in walked Melinda and Robert. In a flash he had her bikini top off, and began sucking on her nipples. She moaned her approval and after taking off his shirt pulled him on top of her on the bed. As he continued to suck her tits, his hand went under her bikini bottom and I could see him push two fingers deep into her. This made her moan even louder, and she scrambled to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. She wrapped both hands around his massive cock, and began to slowly stroke the shaft. Robert pulled Melinda?s thong bottom off and went down to his knees in front of her. As my wife lay on the edge of the bed, spread eagle, Robert drove his tongue deep into her pussy. I could barely make out his head as moved frantically back and forth, and Melinda swung her legs up over his shoulders, massaging the top of his head as he ate her out. This went on for several minutes until Melinda kicked her feet straight up in the air, and screamed out in ecstasy, a much louder orgasm than I had ever heard her have. Robert told Melinda that now it was her turn, but I couldn?t believe she would do it. In the ten years we had known each other, she had always flatly refused to give me head. The look I now saw in her eyes told a different story, and as Robert laid out flat on his back on the bed, she practically dove onto his cock, taking at least half of what I would guess was at least a 10-11? penis into her mouth. As he applied pressure to the back of her head, she took in more and more of the seemingly endless stiff black shaft. Her mouth moved up and down as his cock began to glisten with a combination of her saliva and his own pre-cum. She held onto Robert?s cock with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. Robert told her he was going to cum, and I saw her briefly try to raise her head away from the coming tidal wave and she made a couple of meek sounds of protest, but he held her firmly. She surrendered, and soon was making slurping noises as she sucked up and swallowed his entire load of hot sperm. Robert wasn?t done, however, so he guided my wife to straddle him as he lay on the bed, and she lowered herself onto his still rock-hard penis. Her sounds were like a wild animal as she rode him, and she thrashed around wildly, screaming louder and louder, until they both climaxed again. He came inside her again, and I briefly worried about the possibility of my wife being impregnated by this young black man, but I put it out of my mind as I watched the incredible show. After lying together for a few minutes, the two lovers jumped into the shower. I couldn?t see them in the bathroom, so I took the opportunity to quickly jerk off again as I listened to them. After showering, they both got dressed, stopping frequently to make out. Robert asked Melinda when he could see her again, and she told him she had a plan to get rid of me again tonight, so be ready to go again. They kissed deeply one more time and left the room. After waiting a few minutes, I went back down to the pool, where Melinda was asleep on her chair, evidently worn out. I sat down in my chair, and after about an hour Melinda woke up and asked me how my beach walk went. I told her it was great and that I saw sights I had never seen before. This seemed to puzzle her, but she shrugged and went back to her well deserved rest. It was amazing to think that our first full day in Jamaica was not yet over and I had now watched my wife have sex twice with what was yesterday a total stranger! I could not imagine what her plan was to ditch me later on, but looking back on what happened that night, I still have trouble believing it is true. To Be Continued 10480 1.77/512345

Jean's Modesty II

JEAN's MODESTY II by KK A few months ago I wrote and told you about my wife Jean. I told you that the only time she lets me see her naked is when we are having sex. I explained how I found a way of spying on her from the basement by watching her through the registers from the old heating system. And I also told you how I watched her being seduced by a friend of mine who was at the house to install new locks in our doors. Now I want to tell you what has happened since Jean's encounter with the lock smith. I told you when I wrote Jeans Modesty that Ray, the lock smith, was going to move away and that was one of the reasons that I picked him to be part of my plan to see what Jean would do if someone tried to seduce her. I didn't know how I would feel afterward so I didn't want to have the guy around to remind me that Jean had been unfaithful and I certainly didn't want to take a chance that Jean might start up a long term affair. As things turned out I really enjoyed watching my wife being seduced and then having sex with another man. But, even though I enjoyed the whole thing I decided that I wouldn't attempt it again. I didn't want to chance destroying our marriage. I figured I would just sneak into the basement occasionally and spy on Jean as she did her business around the house. After Jean's seduction I watched her very carefully to see if her behavior changed at all, to see if she became any less modest or if she started to show any interest in other men if they flirted with her. As far as I could tell she hadn't changed at all. That is until one day when we stopped for lunch at a sidewalk cafe. Jean was reading the newspaper while we were waiting for our meal and I went to the mens room. On my way back to our table I noticed that the guys at the table across from us had a nice view under our table. When I looked at Jean she still had the newspaper in front of her face and when I looked under the table I could see her beautiful legs, which were crossed. I stopped to admire her legs for a second when I noticed that the two guys sitting at the table in front of me were staring at Jean's legs also. Then suddenly Jean uncrossed her legs in an exaggerated motion that gave us a clear view between her thighs all the way to her panties. When she put her foot on the floor she kept her knees about ten inches apart which allowed us an unrestricted view of her crotch. This view was turning me on but was also puzzling me, because I had always known Jean to be very careful about how she sat so that she wouldn't accidentally give a show like she was now. As Jean noticed me approaching the table she immediately crossed her legs, which told me that she was aware of what she was doing and the show she had given the guys at the other table was not an accident. As we ate our lunch I could see that the two men at the other table continued to look at Jean's legs, and I also noticed that several times during the meal Jean crossed and uncrossed her legs. By the time we left the cafe my cock was so hard I had difficulty walking. The surprising thing was when we got home it was Jean who initiated sex. She was very horny and her pussy was very wet. As time went on I found that Jean would often repeat this behavior. If we went out to eat or for drinks she would sit so that she could flash someone in the room, but she always made it look unintentional. When ever she did this she would be extremely horny when we got home. I began to worry about what she was doing when I wasn't around. I started to spy on Jean when I could. Like when she would go out to lunch with her friends or when she would go shopping. I would even sneak into places she would go to for lunch when she was at work. I found that the only time she flashed anyone was when she was with me. This made me feel better. A few weeks ago we both had a lot of errands to run so we arranged to meet for lunch at a restaurant we hadn't been to before. I got there a few minutes before Jean and was a little surprised when she came in wearing slacks. I had been hoping she was going to play her little game. I was so disappointed that I didn't notice the blouse she was wearing. It was blue silk and fit very loose. I didn't think anything of it till the waiter came over to take our order. As Jean leaned forward to ask the waiter some question about the menu I realized that the waiter had a clear view inside the front of Jean's blouse. When the waiter finally left I told Jean I had to go to the mens room. As I walked behind her chair I bent over and kissed Jean on the neck. The purpose of the kiss was so that I could see what the waiter had been looking at. What he had been looking at was my wife's bare breasts. Jean was braless. In all of our marriage this was the first time I could remember Jean going out in public without a bra. I had an instant erection. The rest of lunch was agony for me. I was too horny to enjoy my meal and the waiter kept coming over to our table to see if everything was okay. When we finally got home, as horny as I was, Jean jumped me first. In the next few weeks whenever we went out Jean was either wearing a dress so she could show her panties or a blouse so she could show off her breasts. On a few occasions she did both. I still followed her occasionally to see if she was playing these games when she wasn't with me but she never gave any indication that she was flashing except when she was with me. One day last month my wife told me that she wanted to have new blinds put up in all of the windows so she had made an appointment to have a man come over that Saturday morning to measure all of the windows. Thinking quickly I said that I was playing golf on Saturday and asked if she could handle the appointment herself. She said that it shouldn't be a problem. Jean had not been alone in the house with another man since her experience with Ray. I wanted to watch what would happen. On Saturday morning I left the house a 8:00am, drove around the corner and parked the car at the playground. I walked through the woods and back to the house and sneaked into the basement where I had already set my ladder up so that I could see through all of the first floor registers. I watched Jean strip off her nightgown and sit on the toilet to pee. Then I watched as she showered. After she dried herself she went into the bedroom and put on a pair of her sexy white silk panties and matching bra. She looked at herself in the mirror and patted herself on the pussy as if to say I approve. Over the panties and bra Jean put on a short sun dress. From Jean's behavior I assumed that she wanted to measure more than just windows. As I watched Jean walk around the house my view of her was her thighs and panties. My cock was so hard I had to remove it from my pants because it was beginning to hurt. It was about 9:30 when the door bell rang. Jean walked right over the register I was under giving me a great view of her legs and the silk crotch of her panties. I remember thinking the show is about to begin. I heard Jean greet the man as she opened the door. When he came into the living room where I could finally see him I felt real disappointment. The man now talking to my wife was at 55 years old, bald and about 25 pounds overweight. I couldn't see any disappointment on Jean's face. I wondered if this was the guy she expected. I heard the guy say that his name was Harold and that he was there to measure the windows for the custom blinds we ordered. Jean took him around and showed him the windows on the first floor that had to be measured and told him when he finished those to let her know and she would show him the windows upstairs that had to be done. Harold said Okay, I'll start in the living room. I watched as Jean went back to the bedroom. I was beginning to think that I had assumed too much. It now looked as though all Jean wanted was to have the windows measured. But then she did something that made me think I was right in the first place. Jean removed her silk panties and put on a plain pair of cotton panties then she removed the bra and replaced it with one of her everyday bras. I knew then that she must have been just as disappointed as me in Harold. Now I was going to have to sit in the basement for a few hours until it was time for me to come home from golfing. The only entertainment I would have was watching Jean as she wandered around the house. It took Harold about an hour to get all the measurements from the windows downstairs. I heard him tell Jean he was ready to do the upstairs windows. Jean then lead him upstairs. For the next hour it was really boring. I didn't even have Jean to spy on and I couldn't leave the basement because I didnt know where in the house they were. Jean might see me sneaking across the yard. I couldn't leave unless I knew exactly where Jean was. When they finally finished upstairs they came down and Harold went straight to the front door. I heard him say as he was leaving the blinds should be ready in about two weeks. I will call you to set up an appointment to install them. Then Jean said Okay, and dont forget my 20% discount. The last thing I heard Harold say was I won't. Now I had to wait for Jean to get busy somewhere in the back of the house so I could sneak out of the basement and get back to my car. I watched as Jean headed into the bathroom. She started to fill the tub and when she stepped back from the tub she was standing directly over the old register I was looking through. Her legs were straddling the register giving me a beautiful view of her pussy. As I strained to get closer to the register to get a better look it suddenly struck me that I didn't remember seeing Jean remove her panties but she wasn't wearing them now. As I was wondering what happened to Jean's panties I felt something wet hit me on the cheek. Before I could even react to what I had just felt I saw a large glob of something slowly leaking from Jean's pussy. It kept getting bigger until it was about the size of a large grape then it fell. I couldn't move quick enough and it hit me on my upper lip and splattered across my nose, my lips and my mouth. As my mouth was partially opened some of it went into my mouth. I recognized the taste immediately. It was cum. Jean must have fucked Harold while they were upstairs. The fact that she fucked him didn't bother me as much as the fact that I didn't get to see them. I started to stroke my cock as I continued watching Jean as she prepared for her bath. As she removed her sun dress it was very obvious that she had just had sex. She still had her bra on but it had been unhooked and pushed up to expose her breasts which were covered with red spots where they had been squeezed, pinched, and sucked on. At first look Jean's pussy didn't show any signs of sex. Her pubic hair looked clean soft and curly as always but when she turned away from me and bent over to put the bath mat on the floor I could see that Harold's cum was still leaking out of her slit. Her rectum was slick with the cum that had leaked down her crack, and there was cum coating the inside of both her thighs. The view was making me so horny that I never even bothered to wipe off the cum that had dripped on my mouth. Now I found myself absentmindedly licking the cum off my lips. While Jean waited for the tub to fill she turned to look at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She put her hands under her breasts and gently massaged them. I could actually see her nipples harden. Next she ran both of her hands slowly down over her stomach and down to her pubic mound. At this point she spread her legs apart and then slid both hands down to her pussy. With her right hand she put two fingers inside her pussy and wiggled them around. Then she pulled them out and looked at the cum on her fingers. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked some of the cum off. Then she put her fingers inside her pussy again this time she rubbed the cum from her fingers all over her face. Her repeated this only this time she rubbed the cum on her breasts. Then as I watched her from below as she began masturbating with her right hand and with the index finger of her left hand she gathered up as much of the cum that coated the crack of her ass and pushed her finger inside her anus. She pumped the finger in and out of her anus in time with the fingers in her pussy and kept this up until she had a tremendous orgasm. Luckily she finished just before the tub began to overflow and so did I. When Jean finally got into the tub, I cleaned myself up and sneaked out of the house. When I came back home she was still soaking in the tub. I wanted to climb into the tub with her but the door was locked. When Jean finished her bath she joined me in the kitchen and while we were having a beer I asked her, How did you make out with the guy that came about the custom blinds. Jean said, Fine, he said they should be ready in about two weeks and I managed to talk him into giving us a 20% discount. I said You're pretty good at getting discounts. You got a good discount on the locks Ray put in for us too. Youll have to tell me how you do it sometime. A strange expression came over Jean's face like a little kid with a secret that they want to tell and she said Some day I would love to tell you all about it. For the next two weeks I wondered if Jean would fuck Harold again when he came back to install the blinds or did she only do it to get the discount. Harold finally called on Wednesday of the second week and said that the blinds were ready. He said that they had a big hotel job going so the only open time they had to install the blinds would be on Saturday. I asked him how long the installation would take and how many people would be coming to do the install. Harold said that it would probably take three to four hours to put all of the blinds up and he would be by himself. He said he could start about 10:00AM. I didn't know whether I should leave my wife alone with him again. The idea that I might get a chance to see my wife have sex with another man was exciting me but the image of her fucking an old fat bald guy didn't do much for me. In the end I decided to leave whatever happened up to Jean. I let Jean think that I was planning to be home Saturday for the installation. When I came home from work Friday night I told her A friend of mine needs a fourth for his golf foursome in the morning and asked if I could make it. I told him I would let him know tonight. Would it bother you if I'm not home while the blinds are being installed.? If you don't feel comfortable being alone with Harold, I'll gladly stay home with you. Jean said, Go ahead and play golf. I already know Harold from when he did the measurements. He's harmless. I thanked her and went to make a fake phone call to my friend. In the morning I did my usual routine. I left the house at 8:00AM, parked at the playground and walked back to the house and sneaked into the basement. I sat on my ladder and watched as Jean cleaned up the breakfast dishes. Then she made the bed and headed to the bathroom for her shower. What was she going to wear? I felt that this was the key to what was going to happen today. As I watched her get dressed I could feel my heart sink. She put on her old cotton panties. They were so old that that Jean had worn holes through them. She also wore one of her old work bras. Over that she put on a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt. It was obvious that Jean was not planning on having sex with anyone today. The clothes she was wearing didn't even give me anything to look at from my perch in the basement. Just before 10:00AM the door bell rang. I didn't even look up as Jean went to the door. I listened to Jean as she opened the door. I heard her say Good morning Harold, oops, Im sorry, you're not Harold. Then I heard a strange voice say, No, I'm not Harold, I'm his son John. My dad got tied up on a job we are doing at a hotel and he asked my to install your blinds today. Jean said, Okay great, come on in. They were still standing in the foyer. I could see a little of Jean but I couldn't see John at all. Do you want me to show you which windows are to be done? John said, No, that wont be necessary. My dad gave me a floor plan of your house so I should be all set. If you don't mind I would like to start upstairs and work my way down. This shouldn't take too long. I'll just go out to my truck and get what I need and get started. Jean said, Okay. I was just getting ready to change my clothes when you got here. So if you don't mind you can let yourself back in. Then if you need anything just call out. My name's Jean. Okay Jean. John went back out to his truck and Jean went into the bedroom closet. She had really peaked my curiosity when she said that she had just been getting ready to change her clothes. I wondered if this mean what I thought it meant. Did Jean suddenly get horny? I heard John come back into the house but I couldn't see him as he went straight upstairs. So, I turned my attention to Jean who was now coming into the bedroom from the closet. She quickly stripped naked and put on the silk lace panties and matching bra that she had originally planned to wear two weeks ago when Harold showed up. Next she put on a short black skirt and topped it off with her blue silk blouse that makes it easy to see her tits. She didn't bother with stockings but she put on a pair of black high heeled pumps. Nothing happened for about an hour after that. Jean stayed on the first floor while John worked upstairs. Jean had a lot of nervous energy and she kept pacing around the house which was fine with me as it gave me many great views up her skirt. At one point she went into the bathroom, lifted her skirt up and slipped a couple of fingers inside her panties and into her pussy. For a minute I thought she was going to masturbate but she immediately removed her fingers held them up to her face and smelled them. She then let her skirt down and washed her hands. Then she seemed to have a second thought. She reached into the shower stall and picked up the conditioner she uses on her hair. She squeezed a tiny drop onto her fingers, then lifted her skirt again. She slipped the fingers with the conditioner inside her panties and rubbed them around in her pubic hair. The conditioner has a slight scent of apples and I have told Jean many times that I love the way it makes her pubic hair smell when she uses it down there. Now I realized that this trip to the bathroom was because she was worried that her pussy might not smell good. She needn't have worried, she always smells good. Finally I heard John coming down stairs. Jean took one last look in the mirror and went out into the living room. When John came into the room I understood why Jean was concerned about everything from the clothes she was wearing to the way her pussy smelled. John looked like he was about 24 or 25 years. He was 6'3" about 175 pounds with blue eyes and dark almost black hair. He had an athletic build and a handsome face. He didn't look like his father at all. John was the first to speak, I finished everything upstairs. It went very well. I think you will be very happy with the results. Jean said. I'm sure we will be. Where do you want to work next. John gave Jean a long look and said I think I'd like to start in the kitchen and work my way around and finish in the master bedroom. As John moved his tools and materials into the kitchen Jean followed him. She offered him a cold drink which he accepted but he continued working and sipped the drink when he came down off his ladder to get tools or parts. Jean stood across the room from John where she managed to keep up a continuos and intelligent conversation. John seemed to be enjoying Jeans company. As John was about to mount the last of the brackets in the kitchen he dropped a screw to the floor. Jean quickly said Ill get that for you. When she handed him the screw I saw John do a double take as he found himself looking down inside of Jeans blouse. After that John kept asking Jean to hold things or hand things to him so he could peak down her blouse. John kept this up while he finished the kitchen, the den, the living room and on into the bedroom. When John got to the last window in the bedroom he asked Jean if she would stand on the ladder and hold a bracket in place while he searched through his tool box for a part he needed. While Jean was on the latter concentrating on not moving the bracket, John was on the floor under the ladder looking up Jeans skirt at her lovely legs and her silk covered pussy, which was exactly what I was doing. John was staring at Jeans crotch so intently that he never noticed that Jean was now looking at him. Jean cleared her throat and said, What are you looking at? John looked embarrassed but he didn't say a word. Jean began to laugh and said You were looking up my dress weren't you? John finally broke his silence. He said I just couldn't help myself. You've got such beautiful legs I just had to look. Im sorry. If you'd be willing to forget about it I'll give you a 10% discount off the price of the job. Will that be on top of any discounts I already have? Of course. Well okay, but only if you answer a question for me. Was it my legs or my panties you were looking at? John said Well actually it was both. John was still on the floor and Jean was still standing on the ladder. I could see that John was having a difficult time trying not to look up Jean's skirt. Then Jean surprised us both by saying, If you want to look go ahead, I don't really mind. Then she lifted her skirt and said, Is this what you want to see? John looked surprised as he stammered, Yy yes, and you are beautiful. Then Jean said, Now its your turn. Take your pants off so I can see you in your underwear. John didn't miss a beat. He jumped to his feet, kicked his shoes off and dropped his pants and pulled them off. Then he took his shirt off and said Your turn. Jean removed her silk blouse and dropped it on the bed. John's jockey shorts were having trouble controlling his erection. Jean looked at the lump in the front of John's shorts and said, Before we go any farther the discount you were going to give me is 20% right? John said Okay. Then Jean came down off the ladder and walked over to John and pulled his shorts down. She wrapped her hands around his cock and began gently caressing it. As it grew to full length, which was about 8 inches, Jean knelt down and began licking the tip of his cock. She continued this for a couple of minutes then she sucked as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. She worked him with her tongue and mouth until his balls tightened up and he started to spew his cum into her mouth. It seemed like he was coming for minutes. When it finally stopped Jean let his now limp cock slip from her mouth. I could see that she had cum on her lips and chin. She just wiped her mouth with her hand and licked the cum off her fingers. Jean got up took off her bra and panties and walked out to the living room. As she left the bedroom she called over her shoulder, If you want to fuck me you will have to do it out here, only my husband and I fuck in our bedroom. John followed her into the living room. Jean led John over to the sofa and sat him down then she stood in front of him. She put her hands on John's neck and pulled his face into her pubic mound. John took the hint and began kissing and and rubbing his face in her pubic hair. Jean asked, How do I smell? John said You smell terrific. A little like apples. Jean sat on the end of the sofa and turned to face John spreading her legs as she did. Jean said, Come and taste my sweet pussy. John bent over and buried his face in Jean's pussy. I could hear the noise he was making as he licked and sucked on my wife's pussy from across the room. After five minutes of his tongue on Jean's clit she had her first orgasm. She moaned and pull John's head harder against her dripping pussy. After her orgasm passed Jean sat up and reached for John's cock which was already nearly recovered. Jean bent down and slipped her mouth over John's cock and started giving another blow job. This one look so good I could almost feel it myself. When she had him fully erect she lay back on the sofa and told John Fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours. John climbed on top of Jean and slowly slipped the head of his cock into Jean's open and wet pussy lips. John just gently but steadily push until his cock was buried to his balls in my wife's honey pot. John began stroking in and out, long slow strokes. Gradually picking up speed until I could hear him grunt on each in stroke. After about ten minutes of this Jean asked John to enter her from behind. Jean got up on all fours on the sofa and John got behind her and slipped his cock in and up to the hilt in one quick motion. Then John started stroking in and out very quickly. In about five minutes I could tell that Jean was starting another orgasm. As it began she yelled out Im starting to cum, I'm cumin, yea, fuck me faster, fuck me harder. Cum in me. Push that big cock of yours up inside my hot cunt and give me your cum. After that she just moaned. Then John yelled, Here I cum, and he began slamming into Jean real hard and then he pushed his cock in as far as he could and just froze there. After a couple of minutes John stated stroking again, very slowly until his limp and dripping cock slipped out of Jeans pussy. When John stood up Jean said, My husband will be home soon so you have to leave as soon as possible. John quickly got dressed, got his tools together and headed for the door. Jean was still on the sofa laying on her back now with her legs in the air so that she wouldn't drip cum on the furniture. John called from the door, we will send the bill. Jean called back Don't forget the 20% discount. I won't. Could we get together again sometime? No. This was a one time thing. I enjoyed it, but it won't happen again. Then John left. As soon as John's truck left Jean got up off the sofa, holding one hand over her pussy and headed for the bathroom. As Jean started filling the tub for her bath I watched John's cum leaking out of her pussy and down the inside of her thigh. When she got into the tub I took the opportunity to slip out of the basement and back to me car. I allowed enough time for Jean to finish her shower and clean any messes around the house then I went home. Jean was in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea when I came in. I asked her if the installation of the blinds went okay. Jean said, Everything went in fine. I helped the installer out of a sticky situation so he gave me an additional 20% off the cost of the blinds. I said How do you manage to get these discounts? Jean said Sometime I'll tell you about it. I want to know now. I think I already know, but I want you to tell me in your own words. Jean said Okay, I will tell you tonight after dinner. Can it wait till then? LOOK FOR JEAN'S MODESTY III (Jean explains how she gets her discounts) 3915 1.50/512345

The Hot Tub

The Hot Tub by Robb I have to share an experience that just happened to me this past week. I am divorced, only about seven months ago. I work fairly long hours and do not socialize much. I guess you could say I am somewhat of a loner. My youngest daughter lives with me while she attends college. We live in a rural suburban area near a large city. I designed and built our house and one of the nicer features I designed was a large deck off the side of the house with a hot tub in one corner of the deck. There are several trees around the deck and the views from the deck of the nearby mountains are fabulous. The deck is on the other side of the house from the driveway. I enjoy relaxing in the tub especially in the evenings to unwind from the stress of work. And since the deck is not visible to our neighbors, I rarely wear clothes when I am in the hot tub. So it is Friday night and my daughter and her boyfriend have gone into the city to a party. I got home about 8 PM and ate a light meal. I was too tired to run into town to the video store, so I decided to relax in the tub. I undressed in the bedroom and armed only with a couple of towels and some bath salts walked out to the deck. It was already dark and the stars were out so I turned the lights on low. I turned up the stereo on the deck and slid into the steaming water and turned the jets on high. The air temperature was in the mid 40's which was warm for this time of year, so the water at 104 felt terrific. I was pretty cozy. I had brought out a bottle of wine and took a long drink. Of course, it would have been nicer with a lady friend; since my divorce I haven't really tried to find anyone. Laziness, perhaps, also a bit of sadness after she left me. One quickie only in all this time with a co-worker. Anyway, I must not have seen the headlights. Usually I do, or at least hear the car engine when a car drives up to the house. I guess between the jets on high and the music volume I didn't see or hear the two girls until they were walking up the stairs from the yard to the deck. I did not recognize either of them as my daughters' friends, but of course I do not know all of her friends. "Hi, we're looking for Sue" (my daughter) "and we knocked and knocked on the door. We heard the music and came around" said the taller of the two. She was a leggy slim blonde with short hair. "Well, I'm sorry, you missed her. She has gone into the city." My gaze moved to the second girl; shorter with dark hair perhaps Asian with a very short miniskirt. "Damn. And we don't know how to get to that party." The taller girl turned to the other. "So what do we do now?" It was just about that moment that I suddenly remembered I was nude. Of course, I rationalized that neither girl knew that since the jets were on high and the bubbles were thick and the lights were dim. Still its a bit unnerving to be naked around strangers, especially pretty young female strangers. "I don't know. What do you want to do?" There was a brief silence. "My name is Bob. I don't believe I have met either of you. I don't know the address or phone of this party so I'm afraid I can't help you. I can leave her a message. If you want to use the phone, its just inside the sliding door." And I pointed back to the house. The taller one stepped closer to the tub. "My name is Alicia, and this is Kim. Thanks for your offer but we don't have the phone number either." Kim also stepped closer to the tub. She bent down and put her hand in the tub. "Wow, that is really hot. How do you stand it?" "Actually it is quite relaxing. The hot water soothes any aching muscles." I replied. "Do you mind if I put my feet in, I've never been in a hot tub." Kim asked. When I nodded in agreement, she kicked off her shoes and sat on the side of the tub cautiously putting her feet into the water. "This is hot, Alicia, you should try this." I was looking at these really pretty legs sliding into the water next to me that ended in a short skirt, as a matter of fact, I realized I was looking right up her skirt from where I was sitting. Alicia walked to the other side and looked at me. At first I wondered if she caught me staring at her friend. Now I was definitely getting nervous about my nudity as both girls were so close I couldn't imagine they would not notice. Alicia stood just above me, and she was wearing tight pants that clung to her curves. She saw the bottle of wine next to me. "Hey I could use a drink. Okay?" "Sure. If you want more, just go into the house. I have a couple more bottles in the frig." I looked back at Kim, and saw her standing up to her skirt in the bubbles. Kim looked back at me. "So, Bob, are you alone tonight?" "Well, yes, why do you ask?" I was watching her. She had already taken her jacket off and turned her back to me without answering. Alicia then said "I'm going to get the rest of the wine and some glasses." I looked at Alicia walk towards the door. I noticed her hips swinging. Whew. What a seductive walk. When I turned back to Kim I was in for a real surprise. Kim had taken off her shirt and was naked from the waist up, still standing with her back to me. She proceeded to unbutton her wrap around skirt and as she pulled it off, her delicious ass came into full view. No panties. She turned her head. "I didn't think you'd mind if I joined you in the tub." And she smiled as she slid into the bubbles. When she was covered she turned towards me. I had caught a glimpse of her tits as she slid into the water. Nice and firm. "Not at all." I replied. "So is Alicia going to join us too?" I wondered, hopefully. Alicia appeared with the bottles and glasses and poured drinks for us all. After drinking her second glass, she stretched and said, "Move over, I'm coming in." Both Kim and I watched as she proceeded to strip off her clothes. Unlike Kim, Alicia did not hide her body, perhaps she enjoyed our attention. As she got down to her bra and panties, she hesitated. "Take it off, take it all off, girl." Kim shouted. Alicia stepped out of her panties. As far as I could tell she was clean shaven with bright pink lips. Then her bra came off, I had not realized how big her tits were, with huge nipples that were hard from the cold. She stepped in to the tub. "Oh its so hot" and stood there in front of me with her tits within reach. I had to sit on my hands not to grab her. My dick was getting pretty hard with all this young nubile flesh in front of me. Alicia finally descended all the way into the water. So there we were. All three of us naked. All of us covered by the bubbling water. Two young girls and me. Kim then looked at Alicia "You forgot the wine over there, silly, someone's got to leave the tub." Alicia turned to Kim "Well, its your turn. I got it from the house." "Yeah, Kim," I added, "It's your turn." "Okay, but next time, it's Bob's turn." Kim stood up revealing her nude body to Alicia and myself. She got out of the tub and got the wine. The steam was rising off her body. "Girl, you are hot" said Alicia. "No, but this is hot" and Kim began to dance to the music. Her firm tits were the focus of my attention as she danced sensually on the deck. Just then I felt a hand caressing my leg. Softly back and forth. Closer and closer to my dick. Then another hand on my chest. Kim was still dancing, perhaps even wilder and faster than before. Alicia was next to me and I felt intoxicated between the heat of the water, the wine and the two naked girls. I turned to Alicia and our lips met. Our tongues locked. Her hand encircled my penis and began stroking it. My hands found those big beautiful breasts. "Pinch me" she whispered. I took her nipples and pulled causing her to shriek in pleasure. "No fair, you guys started without me." I heard Kim say, and turned to see her slide in next to me on my other side. She only put her legs in the water, spreading her thighs and she began to rub herself with one of her hands, the other was stroking my back. Alicia had both hands on my dick and balls stroking me alternating between hard and soft. I kept the pressure on her tits. She was sitting upright and her tits were above the water line and I dove for them. Biting and licking her nipples, running my tongue over every inch of her tits. I turned away from those tits to see Kim laying with her back on one of the towels and two fingers sawing in and out of her pussy. Her other hand was squeezing one of her breasts. Her hair was black and bushy. "Save that for me" I said as I switched over to Kim. My tongue dove into her depths as her hands pulled my head even further into her. I sucked her clitoris with everything I had. I love to suck a woman. And Kim's aroma was incredible. Her hips were bucking and pushing her pussy harder into my face. I grabbed her bottom and holding her pussy open, inserted two fingers all the way up to my hand. She was so wet. I began pushing my fingers in and out at a furious pace and meanwhile was lashing her clit with my tongue. Kim was moaning and her whole body was shaking. "Oh God, don't stop, that's it, right there, oh yes, baby it's so good, don't stop, Oh, Oh" and then she screamed in pure pleasure. Alicia pulled out of the water and lay next to Kim. She opened her legs and looked over to me. "My turn". And I was only too happy to oblige. Alicia's clean shaven cunt was a contrast to Kim's bush. I began by lightly caressing her labia with my tongue. I drew circles with my tongue dipping inside her and licking her clit. As I reached her clit for the third time Alicia's entire body twitched, and I looked up to see Kim biting one of Alicia's nipples. Alicia's hands were rubbing and pulling her other nipple. I continued my assault on her pussy. I began to rub her clit with my fingers while burying my tongue inside her and then alternated my fingers inside of her and my tongue on her clit. Alicia began to push her cunt into me, "Oh I want you inside of me, put your cock in me NOW." She cried out. My dick was hard, but not full strength yet. As I lifted out of the water Kim's hands found my dick and began stroking me. In seconds I was rock hard and Kim guided me inside her friend. Soon I was buried deep inside Alicia and slamming into her. I lifted her legs over my shoulders to gain even better access to her tunnel of love. Kim was back to her friend's tits licking and sucking and pulling her nipples. Alicia came before I did. I know because she went from bucking and pushing to limp. I was about to keep at it when I noticed Kim on her hands and knees. I gently lowered Alicia's legs to the water and got behind Kim. I grabbed her hips. She looked back at me in approval. I slowly entered her. I could have slammed into her - she was wet enough, her juices were still flowing from before, but I wanted to savor every second of this. After pushing all the way into her pussy, I slowly pulled out and once only the tip of my penis was still inside her I began again slowly entering her. Her pussy felt as soft as velvet. She couldn't take the slow speed and using her legs as pistons began to rock back onto my dick hard and fast. I knew I wasn't going to last long so I joined in ramming her harder; at the last second I pulled out and blasted a load all over her ass. Alicia crawled over to me and swallowed my dick. She engulfed my shrinking size with her mouth and her tongue was stroking the underside of my dick. Her hands were playing with my balls. Kim turned around. "I want some of that too". She began licking my penis as well. Both girls were caressing my dick with their tongues and hands. It wasn't long before I could feel my blood engorging into my penis and soon I was hard again. Kim was rubbing her face over my dick and she slid her hands over to Alicia's tits and began pinching them. Alicia began pushing me down onto my back on the deck. I was laying on my back and Alicia mounted my dick and plunged her body on mine impaling her pussy with my penis. Kim meanwhile came over and lowered her pussy over my face. Both girls were facing each other and although I couldn't see, both were stroking each other rubbing their breasts. I separated Kim's labia with my hands and worked my tongue inside her. I worked her clit in my mouth and tried to concentrate on her pussy. Alicia was going to town, up and down, harder and faster riding my dick. I tried to match her movements by pressing up when she came down. The sensations were incredible. I had never been with two women at one time; and sucking pussy and fucking pussy at the same time was pretty intense. Waves of pleasure crashed all over me, every nerve ending in my body was on fire. I don't know what happened next. Alicia had begun rubbing her clit furiously. And she was yelling and moaning at the same time. Kim began thrashing her body over me. I could barely breathe, but I didn't care. All I cared about was pleasuring that pussy that was pressing down onto my face. Alicia pushed down again hard and this time when she raised up pulled off and moved to my side. "Baby cum on my face. Cum in my mouth; shoot it now." Alicia grabbed my penis and rubbed her face and swallowed me running her lips all around my penis. She pulled my dick to her tits and rubbed her nipples. Kim was yelling herself. I couldn't hold back any longer and my sperm shot out coating Alicia's tits. Kim had enough and collapsed onto my body. The three of us lay there for a few minutes until we got cold and then we all jumped back into the hot tub. They left a little while later. You know, the funny part is that the next day when I saw my daughter I asked her about Alicia and Kim. She looked at me puzzled and remarked she wasn't sure she knew them. Go figure. Another semi-fictional tale of sex. any comments: email- rawnfa@citizen.infi.net 10359 1.62/512345

Cindy Gets Pimped Out By Her Boss

Cindy Gets Pimped Out By Her Boss by Anymouse (mroberts142@yahoo.com) *** My wife's boss has turned her into the company whore. (MMF, wife, voy, creampie, cuck) *** This is part two to how I got my wife Cindy to start to fuck her boss. To recap: Cindy was an attractive woman; 5 foot 5 inch, slim (only 110lbs), long brunette hair, with a nice firm C cup breasts that even her preference for conservative clothes couldn't hide. Over the next few weeks Steve regularly took her to an apartment owned by the company. Cindy agreed to go to her doctor and get fitted for a diaphragm. The change in our own sex lives was immediate, and I was thankful for that, even if another man was responsible. I had assumed that after succeeding in his quest to finally get Cindy in bed that Steve would soon move on to some other woman, just as he had done with other women. But he apparently recognized something in her that he didn't want to abandon just yet. The company apartment was often occupied, so before long Steve was calling Cindy and arranging to meet in a motel. Apparently this was so much in contrast to anything she had previously done, that Cindy was excited at the prospect of going to different motels to meet a man. She would ask me first, and if she stayed out longer than usual, she would call. Cindy would return flushed, and disheveled. My only request was being allowed to go down on her spunk filled pussy. She would light up a cigarette and would tell me everything they did. Rather than being shy about the details, she had now grown to a point of clearly being proud of the things she could say and do. I would love to look up at Cindy as I went down on her, cleaning out all of Steve's sperm. Cindy bought new, more revealing clothes. Her attitude changed. She seemed more free and open about things. Instead of being embarrassed when men looked at her, which they now did more than ever, she seemed secretly pleased. Although I had paid a major price for this change, I definitely didn't want the old Cindy back. For me at this point it was like, "mission accomplished." But some things you set into motion take on a life of their own. Suddenly, Cindy was wanting to try everything. No longer was I thinking about outside sex; in fact, I found myself struggling to keep up with her new sexual appetite. Cindy often mentioned things that she had heard about that she wanted to try. Steve must have also felt her need to make up for lost time, and since he felt he now had some control over Cindy, he decided that this was his chance to try some new things with a woman. First, they tried bondage. She told me about it in detail. He would blind-fold her and tie her spread- eagled on a motel bed. Because of the blind-fold, she could concentrate entirely on the sensation of what was happening. He got to be an expert on when she was about to come. To tease her, he would abruptly withdraw just she started to come. Sometimes he would use a vibrator. Tied, spread-eagled, she could do nothing; just hang on the edge of coming. So, in exasperation she would finally start to plead for him let her come. He would do this over and over again. Bondage was a power thing with Steve, of course. He would look at her helplessly tied beneath him and say, "I want to hear you beg for it." It took a long time, but she finally did. I found it hard to believe that my wife would beg a man for sex, but that's what he had her doing. It not only turned Steve on, but, because of the way Cindy had been all her life, being able to do this was liberating for her. She now seemed to relish pushing the boundaries of her new-found sexual freedom. During one of the bound and blindfolded sessions, Cindy said it seemed as if there was another man in the room, but Steve had said it was just her imagination. By this time I was having some definite reservations about what was going on, and Cindy apparently hinted as much to Steve. One afternoon Steve asked Cindy if he could borrow her car. He said he would drop her off at home and have her car back by the next morning. The next morning I discovered an envelope with car keys had been pushed through the Mail slot in our front door. They weren't the keys to her car, but the logo on the keys was unmistakable. I checked the driveway. Cindy's car was not in the driveway, a new Mercedes was. On the front seat was the title to the car in both of our names. All we had to do was sign. Steve then started using a video camera and videotaping some of the motel sessions. He made her undress in front of the camera, and then he kept the tape rolling as he blindfolded her and tied her to the bed. Soon she forgot about the camera rolling and then he went into the same routine of getting her to beg for sex, and finally to climax. One time he filmed her starting to undress and she asked him if she could go and put in her diaphragm. He asked her not to. "Will you get pregnant this time?" Steve asked. "No I finished my period last week, I should be safe this time, do you like cumming in my unprotected pussy?" "You know I do." he replied. I then got to see Cindy get undressed and saw him enter her and fuck her without any protection. Despite her objections, he made copies of the tape and told her to give one to me. Cindy said I could only watch it when she wasn't there. I did, and the woman in the tape was nothing like the Cindy I knew. It was clear to see that he had her totally under his control, and she was responding without hesitation to what he wanted from her. He was obviously proud of how he had changed her. Steve took a copy of the tape to his office and teased her by saying that if she "wasn't good," he would show it people around the office. He placed "one copy" of the videotape on his desk in plain sight, a reminder to her. It was even clearly labeled "Cindy." Steve saw it as a "victory trophy." It was cruel, and for weeks she worried about it. But this too had a purpose. That Christmas we both got a year's membership for both of us in a swanky gym. Whether anyone else saw the tape is not clear, but Cindy said comments around her office about her being a prude abruptly stopped. In one instance Steve overhead a conversation between a couple of women in the office about her, and he dressed them down right in front of everybody, ending with something everyone heard, "If you want to continue working here, you'll damn well watch your mouths." If there had been any doubt, it was clear now to everyone that Cindy was no longer just "one of the girls." At this point I felt I had lost control of this whole thing. I will re-tell a story of one weekend, Cindy and Steve met another executive, Bill,who was black, in the hotel where they had checked in. The three of them had drinks and talked for a couple hours in the hotel bar. The man knew that Cindy was there for Steve. He was also attracted to her. The two men talked when she was in the power room. The tree of them went to the man's motel room and Steve announced he was going out for a while. Cindy jumped up and said, "I'll come along?" "No, stay here." She was startled. "But." He interrupted, looking squarely at her. "Don't disappoint him, or me." "But, I did not bring my diaphragm with me this time!!!" Cindy whispered, besides he is black?" "Maybe he brought a condom with him, either way you know what you are here for." Steve added angrily. "You aren't racist are you?" He added. He then abruptly left the two of them together. Steve went to the bar and was clearly drunk when he came back an hour or so later. Bill were lying on the bed when he came in. Cindy, sitting in a chair smoking a cigarette, still had her dress on. The man was clearly frustrated. "Jez; you'd think she was a virgin." Steve seemed disturbed. He came over and had her stand up. Steve then unzipped her dress and let it fall onto the floor. He then undid Cindy's bra, pushed her back on the bed, and dragged her panties off. Cindy tried to cover her breasts and pubic area with her hands. He nodded to his friend. "Now take her." His friend looked at the nude woman on the bed. "It's okay with her?" Her boss glared at her. "It is okay, isn't it Cindy?" Cindy looked over at Bill and asked, "Do you have a condom?" "No, I thought all that stuff was taken care of," he replied. "Sure it is taken care of, she is just a little nervous that is all" Steve interjected, "It's ok for him to fuck you with out a rubber on, Right!" Meekly, she nodded. Bill got undressed and Cindy moved up further on the bed. Bill spread her legs and moved between them. Cindy could feel his cock trying to find her opening, and when he finally did, he shoved it all the way into her. She felt a tear starting to run down her cheek as he fuck her. She looked over at Steve, who had a huge grin on his face. She laid there, realizing that she was indeed a whore, a company whore. Cindy just laid there, letting this strange man fuck her, a strange black man at that. She had never seen a naked black man, let alone fuck one. Why did Steve want her to do this? She doubted that she could get pregnant, but there was always that change. When she was fucking Steve, atleast she chose the week right after her last period so the chances were lover. She felt so ashamed. In a few minutes, while Steve watched, Cindy felt the man come in her. She faked a really big orgasm, partly to try to make Steve jealous. The following week Steve was contrite, even apologetic. He blamed it all on the fact that he had been drunk. There were gifts of jewelry, he saw that she got a raise, and even gave her a company credit card to put gas in the Mercedes. A few weeks later Steve broached another way to push the envelope of Cindy's liberation. By now she had adjusted to being pushed into sex with a strange man in the motel that she had just met. She had also accepted the fact that people around the office knew that she was Steve's mistress, and even the possibility that some men had even seen the tape made in the motel. Strangely, she wasn't totally humiliated by any of this. I think Steve had convinced her that all this represented a kind of breakthrough in her life; which, in a perverted way, it was. Steve had been turned on watching Cindy with his friend in the hotel room. Now, he wanted to demonstrate his power over her and watch her give herself to different men. The plan was to go to a swanky singles bar and let her pick out men that interested her. After going around the room numerous times and carefully looking them over, she would then tell Steve whom she had selected. If he approved, he would go over to the man and strike up a conversation. If Steve still approved, he would say that Cindy was a prostitute, he had paid for her for the night, and that he wanted to watch her with another man. The man would take a look at her (in very sexy clothes and beautiful) and often agree. Steve would get a hotel room and then accompany Cindy and the man back to the room. Steve would sit in a chair watch the two of them. They knew what was supposed to happen, but took different routes getting there. Steve liked to see them struggling to get to the main event. Each time it was a different show; each time it confirmed his power over her. Most of the time, they wore a condom since she was after all a hooker. Some would not bother, but she was prepaired for that and would have her diaphram in before hand. When Cindy came home after the first time they did this, she tried to hide her excitement, but she talked about it for over an hour. "God, I just picked him out, this really handsome guy, and never even talked to him or anything, and suddenly we are in bed together! I didn't know I could ever do something like that." "Did you have in your diaphram in?" I asked. "Yes, but they wore a condom." Cindy replied. "I would really love for you not to have them wear a condom, if you don't mind." I asked. "I will have to ask Steve." I asked Steve and most of the time, Steve made sure that she did not make them wear a condom. I liked that also, since I got to end up tasting all of these different men. One day, when Cindy was talking to me about her experiences, she said, "You know in the beginning I felt I really got trapped into this. But, I've sort of adjusted to 'getting it on' with guys." She was quiet for a while. "Going up to the room in the elevator, when the guy looks over at me, it's sort of a scary and exciting, knowing what's about to happen. Steve's made clear that for me backing out is not an option; and although I've picked the guy out, I never really know how it's going to be with him. I like to put on a show for Steve as we do it." She thought about it. "Did you ever think I could let a man undress me right after I met him? I mean I just let this strange guy who knows he can have me take off my clothes. And when I'm necked in front of Steve and him, I give the guy oral sex; all the stuff that Steve has told me do to. Steve loves to watch me with a guy." There was silence for a while. Finally she broke the said. "Steve doesn't want me to pick out the guys any more; he wants to pick them." I saw it coming; Steve needed to have full power over her. "Who will these guys be?" "I saw Steve talking to one of our clients today in the office. They kept looking over at me. Later, Steve said I'm supposed to 'entertain' the guy tomorrow afternoon. I guess I'm his 'bonus' for something with the company." Liberation or no liberation, this was a step too far. "God, now you really are a prostitute bought and paid for!" I decided to appeal to whatever shred of modesty she might have left. "Won't everyone around the office guess what's going on?" She shrugged. "They used to pay girls a couple thousand dollars a night to do this. Steve got the best. So I guess in terms of desirability I'm in pretty good company. Everybody knows about me now anyway. Steve made sure of that. What's done is done; and, come to think of it, I never heard you complain before, especially about the new car, the club membership, and all." I struggled for a way out of this. She continued matter-of-factly. "The guy's coming by the office tomorrow afternoon to pick me up." "Why the office, for God's sake?" "Steve wants people to see me leaving with him, so they'll know..." "That you're a prostitute!" "Well, at least I don't hear you complaining any more about how sexually hung up I am!" "Okay, you've gotten past that, for sure, and maybe I should have seen this whole thing coming and called a halt to it before it got this far. But, at any time you could have jumped in and said 'no.'" "Not any more. I can't." "Can't or won't? Jesus, woman! You always said 'no' to doing anything different with me." She studied me. "You haven't figured it out?" I didn't know what she was getting at. "I guess not." "I wouldn't do these things, even if I secretly wanted to, unless I was forced." That took me back. "You wanted me to force you to try new things?" I was upset, and it very much showed. "And that includes leaving your office tomorrow with a man that everyone knows you're going to offer your very married body to as his bonus? "Well, you sort of encouraged it, at least at first. But now it's sort of my job. That's what Steve wants me to do. Everybody knows what I'm doing, so what's it matter now?" I was mystified. "Cindy, before this goes any further, it's about time you start doing what you want?" She looked squarely at me. "That's the point; I need Steve to make me do it." 16600 2.06/512345