Recognition
Tonight I realized that I had better do something before I lose my husband.
We went to his company Christmas Party tonight, and right now I am so mad that I could just spit! Some woman was hanging on him and flirting with him all night. I have to admit that he didn’t seem to return the attention, but it is very clear to me that he was flattered by her attentions.
Since I can either let it happen, or fight like crazy to prevent it………..
I’ve decided to fight for my man. All is fair in love and war………….
I love my husband. In fact, I am going to capitalize that word from here on out: Husband. But I have to admit that I know very little about “making love.” Both Fred and I were virgins when we got married. In fact, I had only kissed two other boys before Fred and I met, and started dating.
Our wedding night was a disaster, at least the part about consummating our marriage. We have been married for over six months now. I hate sleeping on the wet spot.
I guess I should start by thinking that through. I did not prepare for the Act (I am going to capitalize references to doing It) on our wedding night. In fact it still embarrasses me to talk about It, or read about It, or even think about doing It.
So, to get started, I promise myself to think about It for at least one half hour a day for the next month so that I can become more comfortable with It.
Day 7
I looked at my naked body in the mirror today (first time ever!). I have to admit that I may be kind of pretty with my clothes off. I guess that I could say that I look as good with my clothes off as that women would look with her clothes off. Tomorrow I will spread Her Lips and look at Her.
Day 8
I wonder if all women’s Lower Parts look as ugly as mine? It is certainly difficult to see what is there. I finally set a mirror on the floor and squatted on my knees over the top it with my legs spread wide over both sides of the mirror. I couldn’t hold the position very long so I had to do it several times, and rested in between. I suppose I should start doing stretching exercises so that I can hold myself open to Freddie longer.
Day 9
Today I found a book on doing It, and the first chapter recommends that I learn about myself, so I spent some time today looking at Her again. I was able to identify most of Her parts, including Her clitoris, Her vagina Opening that Fred puts Him into, and Her two pair of lips.
I also touched Her. It wasn’t too bad! I feel different when I touch Her than when Fred puts Him in there.

Day 10
Today I touched Her again, between Her lips.
The book has not told me why Fred only gets about an inch Inside me when we do It. He mostly doesn’t want to talk about it, but once he said She is too small. I didn’t notice the first several months, but last week the moon was shining in the window and I could see Him just a little bit. About 6 inches of Him was not inside me. As much as I feel stretched when he Enters Her, I don’t understand how he gets all That folded up inside his jeans all day.
Day 13
I touched my Button today. She is near the top of Her, between Her Lips. Touching my Button was a pleasurable experience.
Day 14
That bitch called for Fred today. She was hateful! I have redoubled my resolve to master This. I am going to talk to my next door neighbor (M for short) tomorrow. I need some help, and fast. M seems to have a very good marriage. She and her husband (D for short) are very lovey dovey. I will invite her over for coffee.
Day 15
M was a real help today. She laughed when I told her I thought I was too small for Fred. She said that men like “tight women”. She is so comfortable talking about It. After about a half hour I began to relax as well. She did not ever make me feel like I was stupid because I know so little about It.
She has some little steel balls that she says make her feel very Sexy when she puts them inside Herself and walks around. She told me that on the day that D is getting back from a trip, she puts them Inside her and goes to the mall. By the time she gets home she is so “turned on” that she can hardly wait to get D in the sack.
She is going to bring her spare pair over tomorrow morning for me to try out. She promised to show me how to put them Inside me. I read in my book that they increase the muscle strength at Her Opening.
Day 16
What a day! M brought the little balls over. She laid them on the table, in their little silk lined box, while we had coffee. M asked if Fred and I had done It last night. Of course we hadn’t. M asked if I ever reach over and touch Freddie on Him. I had never even thought of doing that. She said that anytime she is in the mood, she doesn’t hesitate to reach over and start to touch D’s penis (see I said it). She described how she pretends that her fingers are feathers and she just lightly brushes D until He begins to grow. She didn’t say what she does after that. M probably thinks I already know.
Then she picked up the little balls and said that I should push them in between Her Lips in the same place that Fred puts Him In. I took them into the bathroom and tried to put them Inside Her. They kept falling out. I finally went back out and asked for more instruction. I told M that they don’t stay Inside. Instead they fall out on the floor.
M said that she would show me how to put them Inside and stood up and pulled down her jogging shorts and panties, right there in front of me. I was amazed at how easily she did that in front of me, almost stranger. She wasn’t even embarrassed. So there she stood in front of me. I could hardly even look at Her. She reached down and parted her Lips with her right hand, and gently pushed the balls into Herself using her first two fingers as a cradle. She put them in Her one at a time, pushing her fingers into Herself far enough that her first two finger joints were up inside Her. Then she started to walk around, swishing her bare hips back and forth. She turned and gave me a wicked grin, arched her eyebrow and cooed, “That’s my little babies!”
So I went back into my bathroom and tried again. I could only get my fingers into Her about to my first knuckle. I was able to get the first ball into Her if I squeezed Her Opening tightly shut, but as soon as I tried to put in the second ball and I would take my fingers back out, the balls would fall out on the floor. Needless to say, I was wondering what was wrong with me. I began to fear that I was genetically weird, and would not ever be able to Satisfy my wonderful husband in bed. I had visions of Fred telling me that it just wouldn’t ever work out, and he was leaving me. I started to feel very panicky.
I wailed to M “They just won’t stay in Me! What is wrong with Me?” I was close to tears. I went back out into the kitchen. M could see on my face that I was about to break out crying.
Feeling sorry for me, M told me to raise my dress and let her try. I still had my panties on, so she told me to take them off too. It felt very strange to have another woman looking at Her. But I have began to trust M a great deal, so I decided that I was safe.
So M put her hand down There and gently spread Her Lips. Then she touched Me in several places until she found Her Opening. She said that I was very dry, and put her fingers in her mouth to make them wet. Then she put her hand back down There and this time was able to get her finger a little bit inside Her.
M told me to wait while she got some lubricant from her house. Several minutes later she came back with a tube that she squeezed some clear liquid onto her hand. M put the clear lubricant between my Lips. It was so incredibly cold I gasped! M rubbed her hand up and down between my Lips, slowly working her finger Inside me. Then she put some lubricant on the balls and tried to push them, one by one, inside of Her. They would go In a little bit, but as soon as she would take her hand away, they would pop back out.
So M said that she was going to have to put her finger further up inside Her. When she put her finger up inside Her further, it felt like she was putting a lot of pressure in Me.
M looked at me in surprise, “How long have you been married?” she asked.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you still have your Hymen!” she said.
I was very embarrassed. M must have seen my confusion, because she patted my knee and said “Honey, there is a membrane made of skin inside your vagina that normally is broken by your husband on your wedding night, if you’re still a virgin that is. Obviously you were.”
“What do I do about it?” I asked.
“Well,” she replied, “You could break It, or we could break It, or your husband could break It, or your doctor could break It. Who breaks It is up to you. But unless you break It, Fred will never be able to enter You completely, to fill You with his Love Tool.” Her eyebrows waved wickedly.
“How do I break it?” I asked.
“Just put your finger in There and push against it hard enough to puncture it, I guess. Most times the hymen is already broken before you get married. If not, the male Part usually breaks it on your wedding night. Do you mind my asking, have you ever actually had his Member inside you yet?”
I admitted that Fred had tried, but could not enter Me for more than a tiny part of his Member.
So, I went back into the bathroom. This time getting my finger into my Opening was very easy, because of the lubricant that M had put Into me. When my finger entered Her, it felt very good, unlike when Fred entered me, because He always put so much pressure on Her it feels like I am turning inside out.
I pushed against the blockage inside Me. Then I pushed harder, and harder, and harder. Nothing doing. I could not break It.
Finally I called to M and asked, “How hard do I have to push?”
“Want some help?”
“I guess so, I sure can’t get it by myself.”
“OK, be right in.”
M pulled my dress up over my arms, instructing me to take it off just in case I bled when It broke. She then knelt in front of me on her knees. She pushed on my hips to set me on the countertop, and told me to raise my knees. I was so intent on breaking my Membrane I didn’t even think to be embarrassed, being totally naked in front of her, with her face very close to Me, my legs spread wide. My cheeks were sitting on the bathroom countertop with only my bra on, my knees raised high, my Crotch completely exposed, open and vulnerable to her whims.
With one hand she spread my lower Lips wide open, then slowly inserted her middle finger into my exposed Opening. Her finger went in easily, and I remember a small shiver of pleasure at the sensation of being Entered so effortlessly. She quickly reached the blockage and pushed. Nothing. So she pushed harder. Nothing! She pushed hard enough to cause my Lips to close tightly against her hand, still nothing.
M withdrew her finger. “That is one tough Cookie!” she said. “I know! Lie down n the floor, and I’ll pull against It.”
So I lay down on the floor.
“Raise your legs over your head and hold them there for me,” she instructed me.
There I was again, my legs raised and spread, fully exposed to M in a very compromising position, hoping to break my Membrane. M straddled my legs with her legs, my breasts contained between my knees, my legs held in place by her thighs. Her female Opening was directly above my face. Her openings were bare because she had not put her underwear or jogging shorts back on. I vaguely thought about how it would look if Freddie walked in right now, my face between her legs and her bare bottom hovering only inches from my face. I also remember looking down and realizing that she had no bra on, I could see up the bottom of her blouse, all the way to her well rounded and perky little breasts. Her nipples were hard and protruding , about the size of my little finger. I realized that she had one of those very sexy perky bodies that men stare at when they walk by.
Again M inserted her finger into my vulnerable, fully exposed, well lubricated Opening. This time the palm of her hand was pressing against my Nubbin. Each time she pulled, her palm would rub across my most delicate Part. I had a very strong sensation of pleasure. I had never felt this sensation before. I must have gasped, because M stopped pulling and looked at me.
“Are you alright?” She asked.
“Yes,” I replied, “It is just a strange sensation.”
“How strange? Good or bad?”
“Good, I guess. It made me shiver.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, no, no. It felt fine. Keep going.”
“OK,” she replied, “but I need more leverage. I am going pull back over you and see if that helps.” She shifted back to get more leverage, placing her bare bottom directly above, and much closer to my face. I had an unobstructed view of her female Parts, and nothing else to look at! Her Hairs were tickling my nose as she pulled back into my Opening. Once again, each time she pulled, her palm would rub my Nubbin. She was continuing to pull harder and harder, and began to grunt with her exertion. As she pulled harder and harder, her female Part got closer and closer to my nose. I could not turn my head because her thighs were on each side of my face, firmly holding my face in an upright position. She would pull, her palm would rub my Nubbin, and her Lips would get closer and closer. I could clearly smell her female scent. During her next pull her Lips actually touched my nose. Lower and loser she came, until my nose was in touch with her Lips continuously.
Suddenly there was a tearing deep within me. The pain was incredibly sharp, taking my breath away. When M’s finger broke through, she slipped backward landing with her Opening impaled by my nose. It took several seconds before the pain began to subside enough to allow me to come to my senses. Then it dawned on me that my nose was firmly implanted deep Within her.
That Blissful Night
I can’t believe how good it felt to have my Freddie all the way inside me. I squirm with pleasure every time that I think of how surprised Fred looked when I Accepted all of Him. I felt so wonderfully full. And my Beloved had an incredible look of pleasure when he Expended inside Me. Deep, deep inside Me. At first I think Fred was sure that this Time would be just like every other Time. I didn’t tell him about the episode with M this morning. He had no idea that I was now fully Accessible!
At first I think he was sort of not interested, so I reached over, like M had suggested, and touched Him like my fingers were feathers. I heard him sort of gasp when I did that, he was pretty surprised. It only took a few seconds before He started to unfurl. Within a minute, He was very hard. Since this was the first time I had ever really touched Freddie down There, I did not really know what I was doing. So I just tried to be aware of what seemed to bring Him pleasure. I soon realized that if I brushed my finger tips up and down his Shaft, from the Head down to the bottom, that He got harder and longer. I discovered that Freddie has a sack with some round ball like things inside it at the bottom of Him. Freddie very much liked it when I caressed this sack. After only a couple of minutes, he started to tremble, and then climbed on top of me and frantically tried to Enter me.
I was really enjoying touching his Parts, but was delighted when he seemed to need me so desperately. He had no problem putting his Head in because I had lubricated Myself with the lubricant that M had left here this morning. Usually Freddie has to struggle to put himself inside Me. Not this time, he put Him down there and with one push was inside Me. His second push allowed all of Him to be seated within Me, all of the way inside Me. Freddie’s eyes glazed over as he began to thrust. Each time he pulled Him outward, I could feel Myself tighten on Him, and every time that He would push In, I could feel Myself swell open with His size. It took only a few more thrusts before Freddie groaned in ecstasy and discharged deep within me. It felt so good to be able to bring him such pleasure.
After He discharged within me, Freddie collapsed and I stroked his back for the longest time as he lay on top of me, utterly spent and limp. Freddie’s Manhood was still inside Me, and I could feel Him slowly relax and shrink to a much smaller size. After about ten minutes He dropped out of Me, and lay against my bottom until Freddie started to breath deeply as he does when he is asleep. I could feel some of his crème drain out onto my rear portal. I slowly rolled over so that he could dream peaceful and contented dreams. As I lay there beside him, I remember smiling from ear to ear, feeling very womanly. I felt like I had finally given my wonderful husband everything he wanted, and deserved.
Take that you hussie! Don’t try to steal my husband, you strumpet!
Day 20, Professional Help
M suggested that I get some professional help. I’m was not really sure what she meant, so she explained that there are people that have studied human sexual intercourse and know how to help people to become better at satisfying each other. M said that I could more rapidly learn what I needed to know to make my Freddie the happiest man on the block. She said that if I wanted her to, she would call around and get some suggestions from others that she knew who knew about such things.
This afternoon she called back and said that she had a recommendation for one person, and he could meet with me tomorrow if I wanted him to. She gave me his number and encouraged me to call. I put the number on my desk and thought about how embarrassed I would feel if I called the number. I mean, what do you say, “I don’t know how to screw?” So I kind of let the idea slide.
Well, that bitch called again this afternoon! Nothing like a real stick in the eye to get you started! So I called the sex guy. He is coming tomorrow morning. He likes to visit the house of his clients so that he can more clearly understand them. I called M for some reassurance, and she said that her friend that had used him was very positive about him being very good and very trust worthy. We’ll see………..
Day 21, the Teacher arrives
He got here at exactly 10:00 AM, as he promised. He wore a suit and tie, and was very courteous. We talked for one hour, and I made another appointment with him for tomorrow. He didn’t even want me to take off my clothes or anything. I had thought that he would insist on showing me sex things. Thank goodness he didn’t. Mostly we talked about how I grew up, my parents, Freddy’s parents, etc. We didn’t even talk about doing It. After he left, I have to admit that I was sort of let down. I guess that I really had wanted to talk to him about Doing It! Maybe tomorrow……
Day 22, the Teacher again
Well today he did talk to me about Sex (he says that I should start using real words instead of euphemisms). Other wise I am really not communicating effectively with him. So instead of saying “Doing it” I should say “Having sex.” We’ll see………
I showed him the book that I have that talks about Sex. He suggested that I find one with pictures. We talked about how embarrassed I am to have anyone see me without my clothes on. He asked me how dedicated I was to becoming more Sexually aware. I told him about the Hussy. I appreciated that he did not laugh at me. In fact he seemed to really understand how afraid I was of loosing Freddie. He explained to me how important it is for me to become comfortable with my body. That men are very visually oriented, and that they really enjoy seeing their wives bodies. He said that we could take it slow, and I could risk losing Freddie as I learned, or I could learn to “plug my nose and jump off of the high dive.” I asked him what that meant. He told me about nudist camps. After much thought and many questions, I have decided that his advice is probably good. So he helped me make a reservation to go to a nudist camp tomorrow while Freddie is out of town for the weekend on business.
Nudist Colony
On the advice of my sex teacher, I visited a nudist colony today. He had told me that I could leave my bathing suit on for as long as I wanted to, even all day if I wanted to. He also provided me with a pair of very dark wrap around sunglasses that hid my eyes so that nobody could tell where I was looking, or what I was looking at. With those two tiny bits of self confidence, I drove into the parking lot of the Freedom Club.
I was expecting to see a whole community of perfect bodies, hard muscles, sleek lines, firm boobs, smooth stomachs, round buttocks, and so on. I was very surprised, instead to see that most of the people there were very normal. Plenty of overweight people, cellulite, pear shaped butts, and virtually no “playboy bunny” bodies.
After changing into my bathing suit in the women’s dressing room, I ventured forth into the bustling activity of the central area. There was a large grassy area surrounded by paved walks wide enough to have several rows of lounge chairs and tables surrounded by chairs. I chose one of the lounge chairs that was in the shade, put on my sunglasses, and pretended to read my book. Nobody seem to pay the slightest bit of attention to me.
After several minutes, my eyes slyly began to dart between my book and the people around me. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to what I was doing, or where I was looking. I became bolder about checking out everyone.
Most of the women were a little overweight, had cellulite, saggy boobs, and all of the other things that women so often complain about. I decided that maybe I wouldn’t feel quite so out of place after all.
One woman in particular caught my attention. She was “pleasingly plump”, brunette, and very chatty with her girl friend. They were talking about their dates the evening before. Apparently they had gone out to eat, then for a walk along the river for about an hour. Both were expressing regret that neither of their dates had tried to kiss them good night when they went back to their places. Indeed, both were clearly disappointed that it had not gone Beyond that.
What caught my attention, was her frequent habit of reaching out and touching her friend, as well as others that walked by. Each person she would touch would smile, say hello, and continue on their way. There seemed to be no offense at being touched by what I assumed was a stranger. Her girl friend called her Shirl. Shirl also frequently touched herself, and seemed to have no inhibition at all about touching her breasts, nipples, lower stomach or buttocks. (Only a few days and I am beginning to be able to write those words!)
After a while I started to furtively glance at the naked men. Most of them also had “love handles” and saggy butts. There were as many body shapes and sizes as there were people. I was shocked to notice that most of the men’s Manhoods were crooked in some fashion, either twisting over and laying against their leg, or crooked along their axis. Only a few of their shafts seemed to stick straight out into the sunlight. Some of them were so small that they barely protruded past their pubic hair. After a while I noticed that their penises (See, I can say it!) expand and contract over time. Sometimes they were tucked in tight to their surrounding skin, and sometimes they would stick their head out and seemingly look around. Some had large heads, some had arrowhead shaped points. I noticed another woman with the bottom portion of her bikini on. I found out later that she was still on her period.
My eyes became bolder, as I began to notice the size, shape, and other attributes of the Men. Most of them were clearly in their “soft state”. I watched as one man, taking a nap near me, did begin to harden and quickly achieved an Erection during his dream. Several of the women cast an admiring glance in His direction periodically. I noticed Shirl arch one eyebrow at her girlfriend in an interested half smile fashion. Her girl friend pursed her lip in a kiss which she blew at the Gentleman. His erection lasted about five minutes. When it began to soften, I could hear several disappointed feminine comments.
Several bodybuilder types sauntered by. Their muscles bouncing tantalizingly and I stared unabashedly at their naked bottoms as they went by. I turned my eyes back to Shirl in time to hear her say that she wished they would walk by her on the way back. Her girlfriend sarcastically commented on how their Manhoods (she said “cocks”) were so much smaller than the rest of the men. Shirl replied that they were certainly big enough for her.
Secure in the knowledge that no one could see where I was looking (or staring), I decided to walk in the general direction that they had gone. I soon reached a volleyball court with an active game going. Two men and one woman were playing against three women. Several of the women were completely nude, but one of the women had larger breasts and was wearing a jog bra. I enjoyed watching the game. Seeing the human body moving vertically and stopping quickly is an interesting experience. The women’s breast moved vertically from their shoulders down to the bottom of their rib cages. The men’s Private Parts would ascend all the way up until their Heads would often appear to attempt entry into their bellybuttons. Then They would descend and snap around between their legs, sometimes being visible from behind and between their buttocks. I wondered whether they ever hurt Themselves as their Manhood slapped their scrotum (that is what Freddie’s sack is called, I found out from reading my manual).
I was busily studying the men’s bodies as they jumped, twisted, and landed, when the lady sitting next to me asked “Is this your first time?”
I jumped, and must have blushed because she chuckled and said “I remember my first time, about three years ago my husband kept bugging me about coming here. Just once. After hearing that for several months, I finally gave in and agreed to come “just once.” We’ve been coming here ever since. It only takes a couple of hours before I started to feel differently than everybody else because I had my swimsuit on, so I decided to take it off. Then it only takes about ten minutes until you can’t remember that it isn’t on.”
I chuckled self consciously, and admitted that I was already starting to feel “different” because I had my suit on while everybody else is naked. She encouraged me to go ahead, take the plunge, and take it off. She reminded me how important it was to carefully apply sunscreen to all of my body. She advised me to take it easy in the sun the first several days. I admired her brown body, she had a wonderful tan. No tan lines, just one seamless tan from top to bottom. I truly was feeling “out of fashion” already, and as though I needed to “get with it” so that I was the same as everybody else.
Remembering the Bitch’s call, I decided that I was ready. Back in the women’s dressing room I removed my conservative one-piece bathing suit. Remembering my new friend’s advice, I began to cover myself with sunscreen. There were several other women in the room, and I had to wait for them to leave to take my suit off, so when I tried to put the lotion on my Private Parts and back, I could not reach it all. Since I couldn’t reach my back, I decided to stay in the shade for the rest of the day.
I had no more than left the dressing room when Shirl touched my arm and asked if I wanted her to put sun tan lotion on my back for me. Obviously they had noticed my bathing suit before! I handed her my suntan lotion and turned around. She applied a thick coat of lotion and then took time to rub it into my skin. She also applied lotion to the sides and bottoms of my breasts, my butt, including the crack between my buttocks, and the back of my legs. I was too embarrassed by her touching my hitherto untouched parts to protest, and she seemed to think nothing of it. So I let it pass. Later I saw that many people applied lotion to others and they all seemed to feel no embarrassment at all when touching each other in private areas. I began to realize that when you take your clothes off, the areas that are protected by clothing is no longer as provocative, and they certainly are no longer “Private”. Shirl, and her friend Rita, invited me to sit with them. I accepted. They assumed that I was single, because I had taken my wedding ring off before putting on sun lotion. I didn’t tell them about Freddie.
Sitting there in the middle of naked people, talking just as though we were fully clothed, seemed strange for only a short while. I even stopped feeling strange about looking at the exposed portions of people’s bodies. I noticed that both Shirl and Rita would boldly observe men’s bodies, including their private Parts, and seemed glad that there were no secrets about what Charms they had. Several times they talked about the Length or Size of Men they had seen hard. I asked them if they had ever done It with anybody at the Club? They replied that every once in a while they would get lucky, but not as often as they would have liked. They explained that there was just as many jerks at nudist camps with their clothes off as there was at work with their clothes on. Rita pointed out that in a nudist camp there was no mystery about What would emerge, and therefore less incentive to find out, should a date turn out to be less than fun.
The two body builders came back by, and Shirl got her wish. At her touch they stopped and started to chat. I was sitting off to the side of them, and had an excellent side view of their Manhood and Butts. I stared unabashedly at Them through my dark wrap around sunglasses. They both began to Unfurl as Shirl and Rita flirted shamelessly with them. Within several minutes They had doubled in length and begun to pulse slightly. Bob, the one standing nearest Shirl, had a lot of skin which completely covered the Head. Carl, the one standing closer to Rita, seemed to have a thicker shaft, and the Head seemed to taper to a point, rather like a valentine. Shirl’s nipples began to harden and poke out. Rita glanced sideways at Shirl’s nipples and commented on there being “a nip in the air.” Both of the guys stared at her nipples as her pink Buttons became harder and more prominent. Bob, the taller of the two, continued to Lengthen, and began to rise from hanging straight down. The head began to peak out from its surrounding shawl of skin. I found myself amazed at how much longer They became as they Hardened. Rita quipped, “looks like you two have something to talk about!”
Shirl grinned and Bob got up the nerve to offer to buy her a soda. They moved off toward the café, Shirl with her arm around Bob’s muscular arm, pressing her breast, hard nipple and all, against his triceps. His Manhood swung from side to side as he strolled over to the bar. Men and women’s heads turned to follow the Scenery as it passed them by.
Rita and Carl, the shorter of the two, also began to talk, so I decided to find my own table and give them room. Neither of the guys ever tried to grope or “cop a feel” of the girls. I found out later that “sexually touching” in public was against the rules of the Club.
The rest of the day I spent nude in public, and by the end of the day I was totally comfortable with my nakedness. I have to say that it was one of the more enjoyable days I had spent anywhere. It also served to put me in the frame of mind for the evening.
About 6:00 o’clock, Rita asked if I would like join her for dinner. Carl was no longer with her, so I accepted. She made some comment about Carl being too full of himself for her tastes, so I guess that their previous comments about jerks with their clothes off was true. We set in the lowering sun and had a wonderful meal at the sidewalk café near the hotel.
During the meal, Rita became inquisitive about me. After a glass of wine, I came clean and told her why I was there. She was very supportive. In fact, she took a very active, almost big sisterly attitude toward my “predicament” and began to actively make suggestions. After awhile, over desert, she asked if I had ever watched a couple do It. I blushed and admitted that I had not ever thought about it before. She said that it was a very instructive situation when a person was just learning, that a porno moving was usually too gross, but that watching a couple that was treating each other with concern and understanding was much like being at a poetry meeting. Her comparison to poetry intrigued me. Another glass of wine had me feeling pretty mellow, so I boldly asked her who she had Watched before.
She smiled and said “Shirl … among others.”
I must have looked pretty shocked. She then explained that Shirl and she are very close, and had known each other since junior high school. They often had talked about their dates during high school, and when Shirl had decided to “Make Love” to her high school sweetheart, they had talked long and hard about it. They had then gone to the library together and gotten a book about sex. They had helped each other discover their bodies, and had pursued Shirl’s encounter as a group effort. After Shirl’s “Deed” was done, they had discussed it at length, dissecting it and rehashing it for weeks. Rita suggested that Shirl had been more interested in the Act than in the guy. Shirl and he never did It again, but it was the start of a symbiotic relationship between she and Shirl to improve their sex lives. Rita then slyly admitted that they had, several times, both gone to bed with the same guy at the same time. In other words they both had had Sex with the same guy at the same time, she explained!
I asked why in the world would they want to do that? She explained that they both had been interested in the guy, and since she and Shirl were so close, she had suggested that they settle their argument of who got him by giving the guy something to remember for the rest of his life. That night they had both been ready to go when he came to pick up Shirl. They had gone to a movie theatre, and both of them had reached over and played with Him during the movie. They had actually unzipped his pants and pulled his Manhood out. They had taken turns touching him. The guy had ejaculated (she used the word “cum”, she spelled it for me) twice during the show, and then once again that night inside each of them. She and Shirl had talked about It for weeks too. Neither of them had noticed whether anybody else at the theatre noticed their activities. They were too focused on the Action they were generating to look around. They both said that they did not see any of the movie, just the guy’s Manhood. Rita said that they had brought no handkerchiefs or Kleenexes, so they had had to lick their hands clean. It was the first time either of them had tasted spermatozoa (they of course called it cum, I think I like that word!).
She told me that they had both lived together with one guy for several months, each having sex with him whenever they wanted, often at the same time. She described the relationship as very comfortable, and spoke of the deep friendship that they had both developed with this guy. But he had fallen in love with another woman while they were both bedding him, and he had gotten married. They had both been very happy for him.
About that time Shirl and Bob went by. Shirl looked back after they passed and gave Rita the thumbs up sign, at the same time cocking her eyebrow inquisitively.
I commented “Does that mean Shirl got lucky?”
Rita answered “Yes. And she just invited us to watch!”
I decided that the best part of valor was to change the subject. After a few minutes, Rita asked if I really was serious about keeping Freddie. She explained that Shirl was extremely ‘good in bed,’ and that watching her satisfy herself tonight would be a very good lesson that I would take years to learn on my own. I replied that I was more interested in satisfying Freddie than in satisfying myself (no idea what she meant by “satisfy myself”). Rita explained that men really like seeing a woman that is ‘turned on,’ and that seeing their woman ‘turned on’ helps them have a better time, and a much more intense Orgasm. I surmised that she meant that women could also feel ‘turned on’ whatever that might mean, that it might be similar to my Freddie expending himself inside me. I remembered how happy he had been when we had made love in the last few days. Out marriage was definitely on the up swing since I had punctured my membrane just a few days ago. Freddie had started coming home with a big smile on his face, kissed me coming into the house, and seemed very eager to go to bed early every night. His Manhood is always extended when I get into bed now, and he seems so eager to enter Me. I feel very desired, sexy, and useful. When he is getting Close, he thrusts extremely powerfully against Her. Often he slams so hard into Me now that I have to push against the wall with my hands to keep from getting driven up against the headboard. Thinking about Freddie being excited inside Me, and making him even more satisfied, made me think that I should perhaps consider this offer to join Rita watch Shirl.
I agreed to think about it.
Another glass of wine, and Rita’s obvious desire to go watch, overcame my intrepedation, so we started off in the same direction that Shirl and Bob had gone. I asked how in the world we were going to watch, and expressed concern about not wanting to be in the room with them. Rita’s chuckle was disarming, and she explained that we would be out on the veranda of their cottage. Shirl would leave the curtains open, and it was dark enough out now that Bob would not even know we were out there. She reminded me that when it is dark outside, the window glass acts like a mirror. She explained that each time they come here, she and Shirl always get the same cottage. It is at the end of all of the rental cottages, and the veranda is completely hidden from all the other cottages. She said that she and Shirl often watch each other entertain their guys. She looked at me with an amused smile, and explained that Shirl has watched her many times, and had offered some very good suggestions to her on improving her Techniques. I visualized Freddie being satisfied, in love with me, happy in our marriage, and walked on toward the ‘demonstration.’
Their veranda was very comfortable, with a glass-topped table, four padded rattan chairs, a spacious cement patio, and an excellent view into the living room and both bedrooms. All the curtains were wide open, the lights all on. The windows were cracked open a bit, and we could hear them talking inside. Rita placed her finger in front of her lips to caution me to keep my voice down. Believe me, I was not intending to talk!
We settled into the rattan patio chairs. Rita chose the chair that directly faced the living room, where Shirl and Bob were standing, kissing. I chose the chair that faced toward Rita, trying to not seem too eager. But, there they were, naked, kissing. I had almost forgotten about the fact that I was naked, but suddenly I became very self-conscious about being naked. Shirl’s hands were caressing Bob’s heavily muscled, and beautifully tanned, back. His hands were lightly caressing her hips. Their Parts were tightly pressed together. I remember wondering if He was already inside Her. Then I realized that the angle was wrong. Shirl was much shorter than Bob. Then I could see that Bob’s Manhood was pressed against Shirl’s stomach, Its head resting only an inch or so below her breasts. I was shocked to see how much longer It was now than It was this afternoon, even when It was unfurled. This afternoon I would have guessed it was only about three and a half inches long. Now it seemed to be at least six inches long, and about as big in diameter as the dowel rod in my closet at home.
Shirl lowered her hands to his firm and muscular bottom. She teased his cheeks with her fingernails, scratching very lightly up and then letting her nails run down his tanned bottom. Each time she came down, her fingers would edge ever so slightly closer to the center where his cheeks met, and lower toward the V at the bottom. He began to massage her Cheeks too, his large hands massaging her softly rounded buns. Her fingers were getting very close to his Groove, and were just brushing the lower tip of his V. He shifted and spread his legs, his feet moving to about 12 inches apart. The next trip down her hands softly caressed the very bottom of his Cheeks. She started to make slow swirls around the bottoms of his Cheeks, slowly circling closer to the hidden center. I could clearly see that his rigid Manhood was beginning to pulse against her stomach.
Slowly he began to rock his hips, allowing his Manhood to rise and fall against her stomach. Within minutes, his Head was nuzzling the under portion of her breasts, then lowering to her bellybutton. He moved his hips away from her stomach giving us an excellent view of a slightly curved, very hard, penis, the curve causing his Head to be closer to his stomach than his Shaft. It looked like a crescent moon. Rita leaned over and murmured “Shirl’s found her favorite shape, a J-cock!”
“What is a J-cock?” I asked, bolder because of the wine.
“Look at his penis. See how it curves up and then in toward his stomach? That make it press against her G-spot when he enters her from in front!” she replied.
I decided not to ask what a G-spot was, and was totally befuddle by the phrase ‘in front,’ and looked puzzled enough that Rita continued, “You look confused. Would you like me to narrate the activity? Seriously, I wouldn’t mind! I think it would help you learn more quickly.”
I nodded, grateful that I wouldn’t have to ask stupid, naïve questions about the millions of simple things that it seemed like everybody else must already know.
Rita lapsed into her big sister instructor mode. “Right now she is searching for places on his body that are more erotically sensitive than others. Every pair of people have different places that are considered particularly pleasurable. And those places change, depending on who is touching you. You may feel sensitive on your neck to one person’s touch, but not to another’s. Shirl always spends a lot of time looking for those places when she is with a new guy. Even though we have made a point of getting to know Bob and Carl, neither of us has actually Had them yet.
“Obviously his hips and his rectum are hot spots for him. [I was shocked to find out that Freddie’s Rear Opening might be a place that I should touch!] Almost all men are very sensitive around their balls, [I had already realized that!] and they are all very sensitive on their cock shaft. The head of their cock is usually the most sensitive, and I might add, favorite place they like to be touched. Shirl always delays touching them there so that they don’t cum too early. [I had figured out that cum means when they Expend themselves.]
“Now she is going to start searching his chest for sensitive areas. She loves to play with their nipples, and often sucks on them, just like a baby would. She usually starts French-kissing them at about the same time.” [No idea what that means.]
Sure enough, Shirl’s fingers moved from his small, hard, gorgeous buttocks to his manly chest, and moved almost immediately to his hard nipples. His chest muscles are very well developed, and she cupped them in the palm of her hand, using her thumb to caress his protruding nipple. She moved her other hand down his stomach to just above the top of his lower hair. Again she used her nails to lightly scratch his stomach as her hand moved lower, then the back of her nails to caress his stomach as her hand came back up. I noticed that his hips would rock forward as her hand descended, and she would barely brush his Shaft as her hand came below his Head. Each time He would jerk to stiffness as the skin on the side of her hand lightly brushed Him.
I began to notice a new sensation, that of wetness inside of Me.
A glance at Rita revealed that Rita’s hands were mirroring Shirl’s hand movements, as Rita caressed her own breast, using her thumb to stimulate her own nipples.
Bob’s hands moved from Shirl’s hips to her plump breasts, roughly pulling and messaging her pliable nipples. Shirl moved down toward his engorged Manhood, taking It firmly in hand, and studying It intently.
Rita leaned over and whispered “Shirl is always very careful to check for Herpes, or other signs of disease. We know most of the guys here already, and most of them are OK, but a girl can’t be too careful!” Rita did not seem at all self conscious about the fact she was caressing her own breast and nipple. She made no effort to either hide it, or even stop the rhythmic motions of her hand and thumb as I looked at her.
Having carefully inspected all of his Stiffness, Shirl began to kiss his vermilion Head, allowing her lips to slightly part as she continued her sensuous ministrations. His hips were again rocking forward and back, and each time that He moved forward, additional soft separation of Shirl’s lips would permit further penetration of his Arrow into her kiss. Bob was now moaning softly. He placed his hands around her head, and his movements seemed to be begging her to allow Him entrance. It seemed as though Shirl might actually allow his penis to enter her mouth. I tried to visualize what it might feel like to have Freddie inside my mouth.
Again I became aware of growing wetness deep inside Me. I had never considered that my body might have it’s own lubrication system. How convenient that would be, no messy, cold gels!
Rita’s other hand began caressing her flat stomach, just above Her. She started making circular motions, through the glass tabletop I could see that each circle of her hand was descending slightly lower toward Herself. Her eyes were raptly focused on Shirl’s artful movements inside the living room. Her breasts, tipped with hard, erect nipples, were rising and falling with elevated breathing. Her thighs were parted slightly, and her hips were thrust invitingly forward, toward the couple in front of us.
The complete head of his Penis was now traveling back and forth through the portal of Shirl’s lips.
Rita leaned over and whispered “The pressure from your mouth on their penis is very critical when you give them a blow job. [I assume that means having them put their penis in your mouth.] Suck too hard, and they feel pain, suck to soft and they can’t cum.” [Why do they call it a blow job if you are sucking? And what does she mean “Cum”? in your mouth?!!!!”]
Shirl was now allowing half of his Thrusting into her mouth. I was amazed that she could take such a long object so far into her mouth! It had to be bumping against the entrance to her throat! She seemed to be greatly enjoying the sensation; her eyes were closed, and her eyebrows arched as though she were sucking on the best dessert she had ever tasted. Her nipples were rock hard and sticking way out. Her face had taken on a soft, dreamy appearance. Bob was moaning loudly, exhaling each time that he with-drew, murmuring MMMMMM each time that He plunged back in.
Suddenly Shirl removed Him from her mouth, grabbed his Shaft, and pulled him roughly over to the coffee table. She lay down on the table, facing up, and pulled Him toward her mouth. Her head was slightly over the edge of the table, her throat exposed, head tilted slightly back. She pulled her knees up and spread her thighs. Her Womanhood was clearly visible to him, and fully vulnerable if he were to reach forward and explore It.
She held his pulsing shaft in one hand, and clutched his behind with the other. Pulling on his Shaft, and pressing on his butt, she parted her lips, guiding his Arrow into her mouth, and pulled him to her. His penis, its complete shaft, disappeared into her mouth! All six inches of his Shaft were lodged inside her mouth! His Scrotum was covering her nose, eyes and forehead. His Shaft followed the lower line of her nose right into her open lips. Her cheeks were bulging from his foreign Object. He withdrew.
She placed both hands on his behind and pulled Him again, deep inside her mouth. He had to be going into her throat, for such a long object to enter her mouth! He withdrew, and she again pulled him into her, ramming his Balls against her forehead. His head was tilted back, and his face looked as if he was in pain. Rita murmured “He’s going to cum! Watch, she will spray him all over her breasts and nipples! Watch!”
On his next withdrawal Shirl pulled his engorged Desire from her mouth and tightly gripped the Shaft, circling her hand around it, allowing It to slide over her nose and chin. White crème shot from the vermilion Arrowhead, landing on her right breast, running down from her nipple toward her neck. He drew back again, out of control while He expended His crème, and again thrust forward, this time His crème striking her left nipple and breast, his third massive discharge landed between her breasts, and extended to her hairline below. Shirl then popped his thrusting Shaft back into her mouth, and suckled on Him as though she were a baby, hungry for her mother’s milk. He continued to pump in slower and slower circles, until he was barely moving back and forth. Clearly expended and completely devoid of energy, He popped out of her mouth, stumbled over to the couch, and collapsed, legs splayed wide open, his shaft pointing directly at my open mouth. A small nibblet of crème gained freedom from His opening, as though inviting me to partake in his feast.
I realized that I was sitting there, my legs splayed wide open, my hips thrust forward toward him, my Womanhood completely exposed and unprotected. My lower Lips were parted, and I could feel my newfound wetness on my thighs, as well as on my rear Portal. I obviously could not fully contain my Bodies natural lubrication, newly discovered, but now so copious that it ran down my other Parts with abandon. My feet were on their tiptoes, and my legs quivered from being held wide open in obvious invitation. If only Freddie were here now, I would have taken him deep within me, never to allow him out until he had fully and forcefully expended himself, filling me to overflowing with his manly crème. My Body would have milked every last drop of his Sauce from within Him. I even felt sure that I would allow him into my mouth, if he wanted to take me that way!
Rita again leaned over and whispered “Now you will see a true master at work. Watch how quickly she can bring him back to hardness. Then she will have him clean her breasts and nipples for her, with his tongue!”
“What does their crème taste like?” I asked, looking through the table top at Rita’s fingers buried between her lower Lips. Her hand was moving back and forth rapidly, causing her Lips to jiggle. Her fingers were very wet and slippery. Periodically she would dip her two fingers deep inside of her Openness, swabbing out more clear liquid to smear about her Button.
“About like our lubrication from our pussy!” She replied. “Have you ever tasted yourself?”
She dug her two fingers deeply Inside her and then placed those fingers into her mouth, joyfully sucking them clean and using her tongue to clean between them.
“Let me taste you,” she said as she abruptly reached over and ran her fingers deeply into Me before I could close my legs. There was no resistance to her fingers as they slid within me, parting my lips as easily as if she was putting her hand into a basin of water. I felt her fingers curl inside Me and begin to withdraw. On the way out they passed over my Button, causing me to gasp involuntarily, my hips jerking forward as if to recapture her fingers. She again eagerly cleaned her fingers of my abundant wetness.
“You’re very sweet!” she murmured. She turned her body toward me and added “Here, taste me so that you can see what I mean.”
I can’t believe that I actually reached forward and hesitantly extended my fingers near Her. She grabbed my hand and shoved my fingers deep inside her wet Tunnel, then withdrew them and placed them in front of my mouth. My lips parted all by themselves, and my hand continued forward until her musky perfume passed beneath my nose and plunged into my mouth.
My fingers didn’t taste too bad, actually! Rita instructed me to lick my fingers clean so that I could taste myself and be able to tell the difference. It must have been the wine, because I was doing whatever she told me to do. After licking all of her Flavor from my hand, I placed two fingers inside myself, utterly shocked at how wet I was Inside. My inner and outer Lips were coated in my wetness. I ran my fingers down from the top of my opening, brushing past my love Button. I shivered as my hand continued on down, and my fingers parted Me. Deeper and deeper inside me they went until my wrist was bent under me, and my fingers bottomed out. I spread and curled them as I slowly withdrew, sensing every movement through desire-heightened nerve endings. My fingers popped Out, and I could not resist bringing them by my Button again.
Rita was right, my Flavor was sweeter than hers. I was gratified to know that there are things about my body that were more desirable than hers. Not because I was envious, but because I desperately wanted to know that my beloved Freddie could discover my value as a Woman, even in bed, especially if he was testing new waters with that Hussie this weekend. I felt that what I was learning would certainly make him a happier and more satisfied husband. My grandmother has always said that men don’t look elsewhere unless something is wrong at home. I am determined that there soon will be nowhere else that is a better place to be than my home for Fred.
In any case, the fact that I had not only enjoyed my own touch, but now could enjoy my own taste, seemed like a very big step in the direction I need to go. Happy with what was happening, I returned my focus to what was happening inside the living room.
Shirl was slowly stroking Bob’s leg around his knee. Her fingers were lazily caressing the inside of his knee, as well as the back of his knee. Slowly her fingers were making there way nearer and nearer his relaxed Manhood. At the same time, Shirl’s fingers were caressing herself around her thighs and tummy. Every third or fourth circle of her fingers she moved her hand directly across her dark Mound, raising her hips slightly each time to allow contact between her fingers and her Mound. As her right hand approached closer and closer to his Hardening, her left hand spent more and more time near her Womanhood. Just before she finally touched Him, her fingers took their first foray between her Lips.
Rita whispered “Notice that her lips are spread wide open, because she has yet to have any satisfaction. Bob has already cum, but Shirl still needs to reach the Big-O!”
I asked, bolder now, “What is the Big-O and what do you mean by satisfaction?”
Chapter 3
Rita looked at me with very surprised eyes, her eyebrows arched high. Her mouth was wide open, flabbergasted. “You mean you’ve never had an orgasm?” she asked!
“I didn’t know that women could have an orgasm” I replied, “I thought just men had orgasms.”
“Oh, honey, women can have as many orgasms in a night as they want to. Men can rarely cum more than once or twice. Shirl can usually get them back up the third time, but she is the best! I am slowly learning how to get them hard several times. The young men are far easier to get hard the second or third time. Shirl once was able to get a guy to cum six times in one night. She was exhausted, but incredibly satisfied, the next morning. The poor guy could hardly walk though!”
“So does a woman have a discharge like a man when she cums” I asked, determined to get to the bottom of this intriguing news.
“No, men discharge their sperm, mother nature intending it to make women pregnant, but women only get wet inside. I have read that some women get so wet that they appear to have discharges, but it really is only their natural lubrication in copious amounts as far as I know.”
“My wetness is running out of Me and down over my bottom” I confided. “How does a woman cum?”
“Let’s watch Shirl cum. Then after these two are done, I’ll show you how I cum. I’ll help you too if you want me to. Shirl and I often help each other during those times when the men all seem to be jerk-offs. Shirl will cum a lot almost as soon as Bob enters her. She cums very easily, and cums a lot. It’s one of the things that makes her popular with her many lovers. They usually call for months after she has gotten tired of their problems and dumped them. Which ever man finally makes an honest woman of her will surely be a happy-go-lucky in bed!”
My excitement level went up another notch. To think that I was learning all of these secrets, just when they were so desperately needed, was wonderful. I decided that I was going to pump this experience for every bit of learning I possibly could! I will make Freddie the happiest, best loved, man in the land!
Shirl was now stroking Bob’s shaft with feathery fingers. Her fingers were moving up and down along his Shaft, just touching his Head at the end of her hand movement. Her other hand was moving in and out of herself slowly. Bob’s eyes were glued to her Mound, and her hand stroking it. His penis was already stiff, and beginning to throb. Sticking straight up, I could see that he was larger at the base than just below his head. His head was a darker purple than it was earlier, before he discharged.
Shirl murmured with silk in her voice, her voice rising as her fingers slid inside Her, and lowering as they reappeared. Then she slowly raised her hand to her mouth and using her extended tongue, ostentatiously licked all of her wetness from her fingers. Her eyes were now locked on Bob’s Manhood, obviously entranced with it. I heard her ask “Do you want to come inside me?”
Bob nodded vigorously.
“All you have to do is suck on my nipples” she sighed, “Then I will let you enter Me!”
Bob stared at her crème laden nipples and breasts for a short moment, then thinking with his small head, knelt beside her. Slowly he began to kiss the unsullied sides of her breasts.
“My pussy sure needs a good hard Man” she murmured. “Hurry so that I can try your nice big cock out!”
Bob’s shaft was now throbbing visibly with each heart beat. I could see him make up his mind. His tongue began to lap his sperm from her nipples, then rapidly cleaned her breast. He must have decided it wasn’t as bad as he had feared, because by the time he started working on her other breast, he was clearly enjoying this activity. As soon as her breast and nipples were properly cleaned, he lapped the stream of crème that started between her breasts and led to her furry mound. To my amazement, he did not stop at her fur line, but instead continued right on down into her wet opening. His tongue began to lap up and down her parted Lips, and spent time circling her Button. Shirl was moaning loudly now, her hips began pumping up and down passing her Button past his stiff, extended tongue.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she said, quite loudly! Bob could tell that he was making points, and began to press his tongue against her Button. His hands reached up and caressed her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and fingers.
“Here she comes!” Rita said, just as Shirl began to grimace.
“Oh God your good!” Shirl exclaimed. “Eat me deep, please, eat meeeee …….. deeeeeeeeep!”
Bob stuck his stiff tongue deep within her. Shirl grabbed his head and pressed her opening onto his mouth, rubbing her Button up and down on his upper lip and nose. She was clearly going over the edge into ecstasy. She continued to grind herself on his mouth and lips for several more minutes until she seemed to reach a dreamy plateau of satisfaction.
“Now you can use me as you wish!” she said. “Put that gorgeous hunk of man Meat inside where it really belongs! Use me up! Fill me with Him and His cum! Have your way with me, you gorgeous stud!”
Bob practically jumped into his position, reached down and flipped her over, and frantically entered Her from behind. Shirl was kneeling on the table. Her opening was at just the right height for his throbbing Eagerness. I could see him thrusting deeply into her, his scrotum sweeping up under her mound, covering her opening, then withdrawing until I could see his Head, before again plunging deep within her. Each thrust shook her body, causing her breasts to jiggle along her rib cage. Her nipples and breasts seemed to be Jello, swinging provocatively back and forth, begging for restraint.
Shirl was clearly receiving pleasure from this vigorous penetration. I saw her tilt her pelvis down, so that Bob’s shaft would strike her nearer her opening as he plunged inside.
Rita pointed out “See how she has tilted Herself? That is so that Bob’s J-cock will hit her G-spot every time he re-enters. His J-cock rubs down her butt hole, which she just adores, and strikes her G-spot every time he thrusts. I’ll guarantee you that she is in heaven right now!”
Rita’s fingers were busily caressing her own Button, as well as penetrating herself deeply. Her other hand was pulling on her nipple, stretching her breast out toward the frolicking couple. I could tell that she was near nirvana as well.
Bob continued to thrust inside Shirl! I was surprised how long he could last before expending, cuming. Freddie had never lasted that long with me. Perhaps the second cuming was what was helping him last.
Rita, her voice now husky with lust, said “I’m soooo close to coming. Oh god is this a good one!” Then I saw her pelvis explode against her fingers, jerking forward as though taking a thrusting penis within. This continued for almost thirty seconds. She then sank back into her chair, her arms falling to her side. She slowly rolled her head toward me, a dreamy smile appeared on her lips, and murmured “Now that is what I call the Big-O!”.
Shirl was also in heaven, rocking back against Bob’s every thrust, her face contorted as though she was in pain, making sounds like an animal. Her stomach muscles were contracting and pulling her Opening off of Bob’s Shaft in time to his thrusts. She was clearly moving out of instinct now.
Bob began grunting, and as he continued to thrust into Shirl, I could see that Shirl’s Opening was now squeezing his penis each time that He withdrew, and then would relax each time that he thrust into Her. Bob’s face again began to contort. He was completely pulling out each time he withdrew now, then slamming back into Her with great energy. Each thrust would shake her. I could tell that she was forcefully moving back toward him to meet him thrust for thrust. The expression on her face was greedy, absorbing all the pleasure that he was giving her, thrust after penetrating thrust.
Suddenly Shirl disengaged herself from his thrusting penis, turned around, and took him deeply into her mouth. She began sucking on Him vigorously, greedily, taking the full length of his Shaft deep into her mouth. With one hand she caressed his buttocks and tickled his rear opening, and with her other hand she caressed his tight sack. With great gusto she moved back and forth on Him until he could hold back no longer, and his testicles spewed their sweet creme deep into her willing throat.
Both Shirl and Bob collapsed onto the floor, cuddling together in blissful completion. Both were obviously content and satisfied.
I, on the other hand, was so keyed up that I could hardly remain still. My fingers wanted to caress my Button in the worst way. It was all I could do to keep my hands away from Me. Rita must have seen my dilemma. She reached over and placed her hand on my arm. “Would you like some help relaxing?” she asked gently.
I nodded slowly, not sure what I was getting myself into. Rita slowly began to caress my tummy. It was like there was a fire building within me, down There! The flame seemed to flit between Rita’s fingertips and my Womanhood. My legs began to spread wider of their own will. My feet came up on their tiptoes, and my pelvis rotated forward, exposing Me to what ever was going to happen. Rita’s face took on a soft yet intense focus.
Slowly her hand approached my Opening. As it got closer, I found my hips rising to meet her. I became almost impatient waiting for her advances. Finally her hand touched my hairline. Her other hand began to caress my back and shoulders. I watched as she slowly approached my Opening, imagining that her hands were Freddie’s hands. I imagined Fred’s Manhood patiently waiting to enter me, waiting for His turn to feel pleasure within Me.
Her hand brushed the top of my Opening. My hips jerked forward involuntarily. Her fingers gently parted my inner lips and searched for my Button. She circled my Pleasure Center then dropped lower. I raised and spread my legs up on to the arms of the chair, fully exposing myself, fully vulnerable, fully open to entry by whatever chose to use Me. She bypassed my eager Opening, and dropped lower to my rear Portal, running her fingers around my self lubricated Virginity. Slowly she circled it , making gentle but insistent pressure along the sides. As my wetness continued to lubricate, she gently entered my lower Portal, first with one finger, then with two. Again she circled, slightly inside it now. The feeling was overpowering.
Suddenly she withdrew her hand.
Taking a white linen napkin from the table, she folded it, placed it over my eyes, and tied it behind my head, murmuring in my ear “An orgasm comes from your head, from within your imagination. Your imagination is what makes an orgasm possible. Now, just relax, and use your vivid imagination as I pleasure you!”
With the blindfold on, the sensations were entirely different. Instead of her fingers inside me, I imagined them to be Freddie’s. His fingers felt much better than her fingers inside my Womanhood. The sensations down there were electric, causing me to grab my legs and pull them ups toward my shoulders, further exposing my lower Virginity. Had her fingers been a man, I would have willingly allowed him penetration, entrance into my rear portal. Still the fingers circled, entering further and further into my rear Sanctity. I could feel my muscles surrounding It relax, allowing the fingers easy entry for exploration. The fingers began to pulse in and out of my rear Portal. I heard myself begin to moan, first softly, then uncontrollably. A third finger was added.
Shortly thereafter she began to make vertical circular motions, allowing the heel of her hand to massage my Mound. Each vertical movement would open my lips and expose my Button, then the down stroke into my lower Opening would caress Me. I tilted my head back, and just let myself sink into the sensations that were engulfing me. Other hands joined in my deflowering. I could feel fingers inside my rear and front openings, mouths sucking upon my nipples, hands caressed my buttocks. I was lifted and carried by strong arms and placed on a bed. Lips kissed my lips, its tongue entering deep into my mouth, sucking on my tongue as I thrust my tongue into the mouth. The tongue withdrew, and a silky soft skin touched my lips. I parted my lips, and the silkiness rubbed back and forth across my lips and teeth.
I opened my lips and teeth, and the silky Head plied the tip of my tongue. I began to lick the Head as it gently and slowly moved back and forth within my mouth. Each movement was a little more insistent, pressed a little harder, a little further into my opening lips. I could feel the top of the Shaft making its entrance.
Below I could feel penetration into both my rear portal, and now into my Womenhood. The fingers entering my Rear were now penetrating fully inside, I could feel the first and second knuckles passing my Portal opening. My Front was also receiving attention, but felt much more like the wet softness of a tongue.
I could not tell if there were one or two people investigating my Interior. I had no idea whose penis was in my mouth. I had no idea if it was a man or a woman kissing my Opening. But I knew that my lust was overcoming my restraint rapidly. I finally decided that I was going to live this experience, and glean all of the knowledge that I could. That decision made, the rest of the evening became one long sensation of bliss.
I pulled my legs up to my chest, allowing those at my lower Openings complete and unfettered access. I reached up with both hands and grabbed the two wonderfully muscled cheeks and pulled them forcefully toward me, driving the penis deep into my mouth. He pulled back as I sucked hard on his Shaft, then his Head, as they slid by, almost exiting my lips.
I felt a different sensation at my rear opening, and realized that the tongue and fingers had traded places. The tongue lapped at the juices that were freely flowing down past the rear Opening, then plunged itself into the Opening so deep that I could feel the chin against my cheeks.
The fingers withdrew from my Front, and were replaced by an object that was the same size as the penis in my mouth. It began to thrust in and out of my sodden, sucking Opening. I could feel legs pressing against my cheeks, and decided that I was being penetrated by two penises at the same time, one in my mouth, the other in my Womanly Sex Opening.
I was moaning uncontrollably now, unable to focus on what was happening with sufficient clarity to really describe the rest of the evening, so I will record what I remember.
I was totally out of control, willing to be used however my sweet tormentors desired. I desperately wanted to experience the taste of sperm in my mouth. I concentrated on the penis within my mouth, leaving the thrusting tempo to him, and began to explore his balls and rear opening. He was now penetrating my throat so deeply that his balls were caressing my forehead and eyelids. Each time he moved in to fill my throat, I would caress the bottom of his sack, so that as he pulled from within my mouth, I would allow his sack to slide across the palm of my hand. I would also hold my finger so that in order to pull back, he would have to allow my finger a bit of penetration into his rear Opening. Each time he thrust and withdrew, my finger would gain additional penetration, until soon my finger was disappearing completely within him. I could feel his Opening grasping my finger each time he pulled forward off of it, and into my mouth. His rear Portal was sucking on my finger just like I was noisily sucking on his penis.
The other penis which had entered my front Opening was now attempting entry into my rear Opening. I was beyond refusing entry to anything at that point, and I relaxed my encircling muscles to allow it to have its way with me. Within a few strokes it was penetrating me so deeply that I could almost feel it bottom up inside me. I could feel the scrotum sack bang and bounce off of my cheeks with each thrust.
Suddenly it changed tempo and began to alternate between my Openings, one thrust to the Top, one thrust to the Rear. The penetrations into my Rear were as pleasurable as the ones into my Front.
I felt as though I was weightless, flying free. Suspended on the electricity that coursed up and down my stomach, into my Openings, even my mouth. My nipples and breasts were slick with saliva, and many hands caressed them, many mouths sucked on them. All of my openings were being filled, my body had become a source of sexual pleasure to many people. I even felt someone take my toes and begin to thrust their wet opening onto them
I felt the penis in my mouth spout, again and again filling me with its gifts. I felt the penis in my rear Portal spout its gift of sublime crème. I surrendered to a long shuddering pleasure that was so strong, I am afraid that I dug my fingernails into someone’s hard, muscled buttocks. I went rigid with ecstasy, shuddering, moaning animal sounds, until I lost consciousness.
Day 25, The Next Morning
I awoke in a bed covered with wildflowers. The sun was beaming through the window, a most gentle breeze barely stirring the curtain.
Rita was sitting there beside me, two cups of coffee on a tray.
“You were absolutely incredible last night!” She offered as an icebreaker.
“Did I really do what I think I did last night?” I asked.
“Well, actually most of what you thought happened last night probably didn’t happen, if your imagination is half as good as your orgasm was. I took the liberty of video taping the whole thing, so that you can see what really happened if you ever want to know. There is only one tape, no copies, so you don’t have to worry about it getting into the wrong hands. But seriously, you are one true sexual tiger. Your husband is a very lucky man. Not only do you have one of the most perfect bodies that I have ever seen, but you also have a real strong libido that was just waiting for the right time to make itself known. Last night your husband gained a real winner in bed.”
“You think I have a nice body?” I said, deeply shocked by her comment.
“Honey, we women are always seeing only the bad part of ourselves, we never give ourselves credit for our good parts. Your body is truly spectacular. Don’t you ever discount what a beautiful person you are! Your pink nipples alone are incredible. It is so sexy the way your nipples are held by their own little bulb.” She reached over and circled her index finger around my nipple.
I looked down and realized that she was referring to that area on my breasts, brown on most women, are pink on mine. And my nipples are on the end of a bulging pink bulb, rather than the normal flat, brown nipple area.
Rita, Shirl, Bob, and I spent the rest of the day together, enjoying the sun and each other’s company. When it came time to leave, we exchanged phone numbers and promised to stay in contact. If I only knew!
That Fateful Night with Freddie
I decided to stop and pick up some sexy teddies to replace my old flannel nightgown. I wanted to change my sexual personality in our bedroom. I wanted Freddie to see how sexy I could be.
I found a lingerie store that was open on Sunday, and went in. The store was having a modeling session of their products. A half dozen models were parading around in see through lingerie, swiveling their hips provocatively. About 20 men were there, ogling the shapely bodies as they gracefully circled the floor. I first tried to decide if there was a model that had my body shape, but gave up, not really sure what I looked like. I started to look through the racks, but was pretty distracted by all of the people. Finally I asked one of the sale persons to help me. She looked at me, asked a few questions, and led me over to a different section of the store. There she showed me several long racks that she felt would fit me and meet my needs. She showed me where the dressing room was, and requested that I keep my underwear on while trying on the merchandise. After about a half hour of rummaging and trying things on, I found one that seemed to fit in all of the crucial places, was lacey right where I wanted it to be, and was exactly my color. I paid and left.
I had enough time to go to the airport and pick up my Hubby, so I headed there to pick him up. On the way I decided to take off my bra and panties. Then I decided to roll my skirt up at the waist to shorten it, and to unbutton my blouse down far enough to grab my Husband’s attention. On the way home I was scheming on how I would seduce him into touching my private parts as I drove. By the time we got home, I expected him to be more than ready to make Love with me, no matter how tired he was from his trip.
I still had a little time after parking the car, so I went into the women’s restroom to check myself out, put on lipstick, and freshen up. I rolled my skirt up a little more, knowing that I could bend over just a bit to give Freddie a view of my butt and lips if I was facing away from him. I decided to unbutton another button on my blouse. When I turned sideways, I could clearly see the roundness of the bottom of my breasts as I stood straight up. When I bent over, or flexed my shoulders forward, I would be able to flash my nipples at him. I decided I was ready, and went to the gate, newly mindful of the stares from other men as I walked by. I have to say their stares were welcome, I found I appreciated them appreciating me. I felt confident that Freddie would get an erection as we were walking back to the car. I began to fantasize about him feeling my body as I drove, and was surprised as I felt my wetness begin begin deep within me.
I turned the corner into his gate, and stopped short.
There he was! Kissing that FUCKING BITCH in a tight embrace! Her eyes watched me as stood there staring., watching him kiss her……….right there in public. She stuck her tongue down his throat and increased the passion of her kiss, watching me the whole time. She caressed the back of his neck, and ground her hips into his crotch. I watched as he responded by moving his hips tightly into her.
I turned on my heal, swirling my dress out as I turned. I suppose anybody sitting within twenty feet of me could not have missed my total nakedness as I turned. I strode off, returning to my car, fuming, oblivious to the ogling stares.
Back in my car I cried, screamed, beat on the steering wheel, then sobbed for about forty minutes.
Worn out, I leaned my seat back and started to think. I realized that I had just done everything that he had probably done, so I couldn’t claim to be injured. I realized that I may even have had sex with many people, while he had probably only had sex with one. I began to realize that this was going to be much more complicated than I was previously willing to admit.
After a while, I finally regained some sanity and began to problem solve. I decided, in the end, that 1) potential sexually transmitted diseases would be contained by our primary birth control method, condoms, and 2) that I would make love to him, then get him to talk to me afterwards when he was feeling our closeness. I would simply get him to talk about why he had done it with that FUCKING BITCH, then decide whether to tell him about my weekend.
The lights were on when I pulled up in front of the house, so I knew he was already there. He was in the shower when I entered the bedroom. I decided to lay on the bed and read my sex manual until he came out of the shower. I didn’t get much reading done, but I did look at a lot of pictures. He took a much longer shower than usual, then loitered in the bathroom. I decided to go in a start our reconciliation there.
He averted his eyes as I walked in, and I could tell right a way that he felt guilty. I walked over and caressed his firm little butt with both hands through his towel. Since I had never done that before, he looked at me in the mirror, rather startled. I winked at him and said “Hey big boy, want to dance?”
Seemingly reluctantly he turned around, seeing me in my short-short dress and unbuttoned blouse for the first time. His eyes were immediately drawn to my breasts, and I felt a small measure of hope. I knelt in front of him and slowly removed his towel, exposing him to me in the light for the very first time. Freddie had a very nice looking penis I realized, now that I had enough experience to know the difference. I kissed his stomach, and caressed his thighs, then his butt cheeks. My kisses moved slowly downward until I reached the top of his hairline. I remained there kissing his muscled lower stomach as my hands slid around to between his legs, and began to rise, the back of my hands caressing his inner thighs. He began to unfurl, his Head touching my neck.
My hands reached his scrotum, lightly stroking it with one hand as I again caressed his bottom. I could hear his breathing pattern shortening. I continued kissing down into his blond hair, reaching the top of his gorgeous penis. My first kiss there resulted in a dramatic rise. His Erection was so powerful and so rapid that it pushed my face away, rubbing up past my cheek, then lodging against my ear, under my hair, pulsing softly in anticipation.
I turned my head and began sowing kisses down the length of his Shaft. I wrapped my hand around his Shaft, and realized that he had a very thick Shaft, in comparison to the Men that I had seen at the Camp. Caressing it with my finger tips, I also realized that it was the shape of a “J-Cock” so revered by Shirl and Rita. I decided to tell them in my first call to them.
Reaching the End, I caressed the bottom of his Head with my tongue, allowing just the tip of my tongue to wrap up over the clevis at its vermilion tip. I began lapping at his Helmet as though it was an ice cream cone. Freddie’s breath was coming faster and faster. Suddenly He jerked and copious crème spurted onto my surprised face, dripping down onto my open blouse and exposed breasts. More frantic jerks of his penis yielded spurt after spurt of his wonderful crème. There was so much that it ran down over my rolled skirt and onto my dress, pooling there. I could not believe how much there was. I was absolutely soaked in my beloved Husband’s bountiful crème. In the back of my mind I wondered if this meant that perhaps he had not actually cum inside of the BITCH, and hope began to rise inside me.
I must have looked shocked, because Freddie started apologizing profusely, he was mortified at having done this to me, especially to have so covered me with his sperm.
To put him at ease, I opened my mouth, and sucked in his Manhood, milking it for anything that was left. Then I rubbed my hands up my stomach, over my breasts and up my neck, then sipped his bounteous, sweet crème from them. I brought my nipples to my mouth and licked them clean, then brought the pool of crème in my lap up to my mouth and drank it. As I raised my dress, Freddie realized that I was naked under my dress too. He had never seen my naked breasts before, let alone my lower Lips.
His eyes locked onto Her, his Manhood again began to unfurl. I coaxed it with tickles and kisses, and soon He was again erect and throbbing. I marveled at how quickly he could again rise to full Strength.
Reaching for a condom, I grabbed his grand Erection and led him toward our bed.
Teasing his Shaft and Head with my tongue, I rolled the condom down his beautiful Spear, then maintaining my grasp, I rolled onto my back, raised my legs, and pulled his Head to my Opening. He thrust forward into my already lubricated opening, and filled me with one thrust, his soft scrotum pausing to caress my bottom. Without further hesitation he withdrew and thrust again, and again. Each thrust filled Me to capacity, then created suction as He withdrew. When I closed my eyes, I could feel his Head as it passed up and down my cuddling Canal. I could feel His soft caress on my bottom each time his supple Sack stroked Me, dallying against and kissing my rear Portal each time he thrust. His Thickness felt distinctly different than those Thrusts I had felt last night, more soft, more pliable, hotter, more pleasurable. I could feel myself rising toward my own Peak. My legs began to tense, my back to arch, raising my Openness toward Him, matching him thrust for thrust. I opened my eyes and saw him grimace as he neared his Orgasm. Knowing that he was near was all it took for me to go over the Edge. My Womanhood sucked and sucked on him. He began to thrust very hard, driving me against the headboard. He was incredibly hot inside Me, and so hard that I could feel the ridges along his veins as he passed up and down inside my love Canal.
After we had collapsed into a cuddling pile, he began to cry, sobbing in my arms as he confessed that he had been with the BITCH. I let him talk it all out without interruption, caressing his back and neck as his sobs continued, then slowly subsided. He confided that my body was much, much more beautiful than hers, she had saggy boobs, and that she was rather selfish in the sack. I listened to all of this not quite sure whether to come clean as well. He looked tearfully into my eyes, and forcefully blurted out that he had not been able to cum inside her, because he kept thinking about me, and how he was injuring our relationship. He said that he realized that he had done the horrible thing by even entering her with his cock, but that he hoped I could see that it was at least an indication of how our relationship was more important to him than screwing her. I finally decided that the best route to take would be to strike a compromise. I told him that if he ever felt lustful toward another woman in the future, and fantasizing with me was not good enough, that we should discuss whether he should bring her home and have sex with her with me there with them.
He was kind of shocked!
“Are you saying a threesome?” he asked.
“If that is what it takes to keep you happy, I am willing to talk about it,” I replied. “But, just remember, that would mean that I get to have a threesome with you and another guy, just to be fair.” I thought that that would probably slow him down a little.
“When do you want to do it?” he asked!
I couldn’t back down now, so I asked “Which are we doing first, two guys and a girl, or a girl, me and you?”
“Can I tell you one of my fantasies?”
“Of course,” I replied uncertainly. I wasn’t sure if I was making progress here or not.
“I have fantasized about watching another man’s cock fucking your cunt.” he whispered. Not only had I never heard him use these words before, but I was shocked to hear that he wanted to watch another man Have me!
“What all does your fantasy include?” I said, blushing
“In my fantasy, we go out of town, rent a hotel room, and then go downstairs to the bar in the hotel. You are dressed real sexy, and don’t have any underwear on, bra or panties. We dance for awhile, and I caress your butt as other men watch. If someone is particularly interested, I slowly raise your dress until he can see the bottom of your bare hips swaying to the music. Then I pretend to go to the restroom. You make eye contact with him and he comes over and asks you to dance. You rub your bare pussy against his cock while your are dancing, and when he gets a roaring hard on, you suggest that you two go to a dark table at the back of the bar to get more comfortable. You pull out his cock and play with it while you let him play with your tits and pussy. If you decide he’s the one that you want to fuck, you lean down and suck his cock until he will do whatever you want. Then you suggest that he take you up to our room, and whisper in his ear that that your husband wants to watch him fuck you.”
When you enter the room, you say “Honey, I want you to let this guy fuck my pussy. Is that all right?”
I say “Only if I can watch,” and from there you start kissing him, undressing him, sucking his cock, getting him so turned on that he begs you to let him fuck you. You put on his rubber, then ask me to guide his cock into your cunt. I come over and actually place his cock into you. Then I get real close and watch his balls slap your ass, his cock spread your cunt lips wide open, watch him pump his cock in and out of your cunt as your pussy lips suck on him, and I then watch him come inside your pussy, filling your cunt to overflowing! His cum runs down your ass and I lick it off and out of you.”
“Honey, are you serious about this, you really want to do this, or do you just want to act out the fantasy with me?”
“I think I would like to actually do it! If it is OK with you, of course.” His eyes dropped to his stomach in shyness, realizing that he had just bared his fantasy life to me, for better or for worse.
I realized that I could either encourage him to keep talking, cradling his growing trust in our intimacy, or shut him down with a snide comment. In one weekend we had gone from inhibited husband and wife to a swinging couple! My head was swimming.
“Are there any other fantasies that you want to do?”
“Well, yes. I have quite a few. Another fantasy is that I get to shave all of the hair off your pussy, then we go dancing. You have no underwear on. You really get into the dancing, and join several of the girls on the tables. Your dress is so short that when you are up above them on the table, all of the guys can see your bald pussy. You enjoy their stares and begin to dance near the edge of the tables so that all of the guys get a really good view. They all start reaching up trying to touch your bald pussy. You keep dancing, but get just close enough that they can touch your thighs, but not quite your pussy. Someone yells, “I’ll give you a hundred dollars to touch your bald pussy lips!”
You say, “For five hundred, your can put it up inside my bald pussy!” He agrees and you squat, knees wide apart, in front of him, your pussy stretched wide open, ready for his intrusion. He slowly slides the five one hundred dollar bills in and out of you until someone else pushes him out of the way and the next guy starts jamming hundred dollar bills up inside you. You get so turned on that you pull up your blouse and start playing with your tits, every man watching and drooling. The guys get so wild that they pull you down and grope you all over, shoving everything they can find up you, sticking their fingers tongues, thumbs, billfolds, and anything else they can find. One guy sticks a long neck beer bottle head up you. I come over and pull you out and we leave. We come home and make love, then take the money out of you.”
“That would be awfully scary for me. I don’t like that one as well, babe.”
“I know, that one I realize should stay a fantasy. I mostly have that one when we need some money anyway. In my fantasy, you have over five thousand pussy cum soaked dollars inside you!”
“If we are going to do any of these things, then we should video tape them.” I said, hoping that would perhaps slow him down.
“OK!” I decided to shut up while I was still ahead!
We agreed to talk more about fantasies, but to plan very carefully. I never got around to telling him about my weekend, and he never did ask.
The Movie
Hubby came home all excited. “Honey! I have found a movie that I want us to go to tonight!” He handed me a glass of wine.
“What is the title of it?”
“I’m not sure hun, but it is at a downtown theatre. One of those new wave ones. My buddy was telling me about it today. He and his wife went and he said he really enjoyed it!”
“What kind of thing should I wear, Honey?”
“Wear that dress that buttons down the front. You know, the slinky fabric one that I bought you. Bottoms up babe!” He toasted to us and I drank a big gulp.
“OK.” I get dressed and twirl in front of him as I enter the living room.
“You look gorgeous baby! But would you take your bra off for me please?” He entwines his arm with mine and we drink again. He holds my arm up with his arm so that I again swallow a large amount.
I shrug and return to the bedroom to take off my bra and put it away. I return to the living room and again twirl to gain his approval.
“God, it would be sooooooooooo sexy. Heres to how sexy my beautiful wife is!” We again drink to the toast. “Bottoms up babe!” I finish the glass, amazed at how good a mood he is in.
He hands me a refilled glass. He sensuously wets my lips with his finger tip that he has wetted in his wine glass. We talk a bit and he again says “Bottom sup babe! We need to get going if we are going to make I on time. By the way, would you do me a really big favor, Honey? I would just be so excited if you would also take you panties off, baby! I want to be able to see you without that damn panty line showing tonight!”
I am a little nervous, but I am still feeling very good about our relationship and how much it is improving, so I impetuously decide to grant his each and every desire for the evening.
The theatre is on a back street, brick, in the back of a parking lot. The billboard says ‘XXX Back Room Gambles XXX.’ I have never been to an X-rated movie before, never even watched a sexy video.
HMMMMMMMM! Warning bells go off. I remind myself of my previous decision to go along with his ideas for this evening. I re-commit to my decision.
We purchase our tickets and stand in a short line as the previous crowd exits. I notice that many of them have disheveled clothing, as though they had gotten dressed too fast.
We enter the theater itself. Hubby buys us both a drink at the another wine at the mini-bar in the lobby. We continue in to the theatre itself.
I inhale the rank smell of recent sex. My nose flares as I sniff the atmosphere.
My Husband leads me to the fourth row from the back. There is a separating half-wall two rows up from us. I notice that there is more than average room between rows in this theatre. In fact there appears to be enough room between rows for another full row to be put in. The seating is stadium seating, so there is room for a person to trip and fall into the unfilled aisle and row below.
The seats cushions are covered in cheap easily washable slick fabric. The arms separating seats can be swung up out of the way. When we enter they are mostly in the up position.
We sip our wines. There is a slightly salty taste on the lip of my glass, but I can not see anything when I inspect it for dirt.
A man comes in and sits next to me. There are few people here yet, but he sits right next to me. I sneak a glance over at him and realize that he has on a short pair of running briefs. His shirt is a tank top with his arms bare. He is obviously a bodybuilder. His skin is very tan. He smells faintly of light cologne. It smells fresh, and wet.
I relax a bit as he seems to ignore me as we wait for the movie to start.
The movie theatre continues to fill until there are people in most of the seats. Hubby urges me to finish the wine so that he can get me another one before the movie starts. I bottoms up and give him my glass. He sits beside me again jus as the lights go down.
The picture starts. Within the first 20 seconds a woman is sucking on a man’s penis in full 3D color glory. The penis appears about 80 feet long and 20 feet in diameter as we watch it enter and leave her mouth. The angle is from under his Manhood, so her chin is also in full view. The camera moves back and forth with his thrusts into her mouth, as thought the cameras is attached to his scrotum. I understand now why it is a 3D movie. The effect of the movement is incredible in 3D. I shrink back each time we zoom toward the lips and chin. Then feel as though I am moving in reverse as we pull away.
I feel my husband put his arm around me, and I snuggle up to his broad shoulder.
He caresses my arm as the monstrous penis begins to enter the woman’s lower Opening. Her clitoris is about 10 feet tall it seems. The focus is absolute, so every dimple, wrinkle, and bit of moisture is in glorious 3 dimensional Technicolor.
The camera pulls away and the gigantic penis is now aimed directly at the camera. Sperm bursts from the end of the penis like a cannon aimed at my breast. I flinch as it looks like it will drown me in manly crème.
My Husband’s hand is stroking the side of my un-contained breast now. I feel his fingers softly stroking up and down my sensitive skin. I feel my nipple harden.
I watch as the woman and the man enter a door into a room where gambling is going on. The tables and the poker chips are visible. They sit down to play cards with four others, two men, two women. The bidding starts after the cards are dealt, and soon someone is removing an article of clothing. The camera is at table level, right next to the card discard pile. Every card is thrown right at my face as the game is played. Within minutes, breasts and penises are all that are still on the card player. The camera moves to the floor and a woman stand up and spreads her female opening as the camera is pointed directly at her. The breasts are bobbing up and down in dramatic fashion as she moves. Her fingers enter her and move in and out, the camera magnifying the action in its 3D way.
Next a man stands, the camera catching the bobbing of his penis in graphic detail as his balls and penis are stroked and manipulated by first his hands and then one of the women’s hands.
I feel my wetness creeping down my thigh as I watch this graphic sex occurring seemingly right in front of my nose. My nipples are hard and my breathing is increasing rapidly. I can feel my breasts moving up and down in time to the naked ones on the screen.
My Husband’s fingers move softly across the front of my breast until they reach my hard nipple. I see him smile out of the corner of my eye.
His hand moves inside my dress. I feel the skin of his fingers on my nakedness. His fingers glide down my breast to again tickle my hard nipple. His thumb unbuttons the top button of my dress. My naked cleavage is in view to anybody that looks.
One of the women is now lying on the poker table, her feet in the air, and the camera captures the incoming penetration of the males penis. I can see her lips swell apart as her opening stretches to accepts his large member. He glides in and in and in until it feels like his cock must be a mile long, and probing my own opening before he stops moving toward me.
I furtively look out of the corner of my eye at the body builder. He does not seem to be looking at me.
My Husband unbuttons another button. The bottoms of my naked breasts are now visible to anybody that wishes to look at me, rather the raw sex occurring on the screen.
I catch the bodybuilder’s secretive gaze out of the corner of my eye.
I see a couple a row ahead of us groping each other, and I watch as he lowers her tank top exposing her back and breasts to his fondling, and to my eyes and the eyes of everyone in the theater. She leans her head back in lust as he gulps her breasts and suckles her nipples. My wetness has now reached my buttocks. I can feel the wet puddle that I sit in.
I look over my shoulder, and glance at a man sucking on another man’s penis in full view. They make no attempt to hide their activity.
Hubby’s hand is now caressing my breasts with abandon. He pulls the fabric of my dress back away from my curves as he looks down and gazes at my now visible nipple. I look out of the corner of my eye and see the tip of the bodybuilder’s penis protruding from his shorts, next to his leg.
To my left I see a man plunge into a woman’s exposed Sex. His penis is plunging in and out of her as other men hold her legs raised high in the air. Her bottom is about at the top of the chair backs, and she supports her torso by her arms splayed back over the seat backs behind her. Her breasts are bounding up and down as he plunges in and out of her. Just then another man moves over her and inserts his member into her mouth. She sucks vigorously, obviously enjoying the phallic attention.
Hubby removes the fabric covering my other breast. Both of my breasts are now visible in the flickering light of the theatre. The body builders penis is now very visible, stretching straight out from the short fabric covering. My husband’s fingers are kneading my nipple. My breasts are very white behind his suntanned hand.
He pulls the fabric down the side of my shoulders, further baring my orbs to the world. I look down to see his other hand unbutton another button. The hair on the top of my mound is now visible to me and others.
The body builders penis is now standing erect. My nipples are rocks under my Husband’s fingers. My eyes are watching the bodybuilders penis bobbing in time to his heartbeat. My heart is thundering in my chest. I feel a rippling tightness between my Openings. My breathing is coming in gasps. I gaze at the many couples copulating in the open, publicly having sex with great abandon. I see several couples link up and play with multiple partners. Many women have accepted multiple male members into their orifices. I see males playing with males, females playing with females, and every body is naked. My nose again flares with the pungent smell of new cum and randy women’s spread wide openings.
This is an orgy, I realize! That realization snaps some link inside me. I want to participate in this wanton abandonment of normal societal mores.
I look down to see my last button being unfastened. My dress falls open, off my lap, exposing me fully to the other people in the theatre. My breasts are fully naked to anyone’s gaze. My pubic hair is available to anyone’s observance. I am as naked as I was at the nudist camp, for all practical purposes. I am naked and exposed. I look at the bodybuilder’s penis, it is being slowly stroked by his hand. I look up and he meets my eyes. He smiles at me, then shifts his gaze to my naked breasts, then licks his lips as he openly stares directly at my naked crotch and breasts.
My Husband whispers, “Touch his cock with your hand, baby” in my ear.
My hand, seemingly on its own volition, reaches out toward his throbbing manhood. My mouth is in the shape of an O. His hips lift in anticipation of my finger’s touch. His free arm goes around my naked shoulders as I make contact with the skin of his penis. He pulls me toward him. I feel his bicep against my shoulder. He is very strong. My naked shoulder warms to he skin. My breast brushes against his powerful arm. His hand lowers to rest on my other breast, exposed, naked, vulnerable, now available to this stranger’s every touch. His fingers massage my other nipple. I shudder with incredible desire. My sexual senses are in overload. Sex is surrounding me, touching me, inviting me to be released from that up-to-now very repressed woman. I want to do what I had until now only t fantasized in my dreams, and within my secret heart.
My Husband reaches between my legs and pulls them gently apart. He raises one leg and places it on the armrest. He raises my other leg, and places it on the other armrest. My long legs are now widely spread. I scoot down in my seat so that my Opening is fully visible and accessible to the bodybuilder’s touch and even penetration, if he should choose to touch my nakedness, my female sex parts.
I watch his other hand leave his penis and travel in slow motion toward my widely spread Sex Opening. I can smell my own randiness. His fingers caress my thrust forward clitoris. He circles the palm of his hand on my breast. He tests its elasticity. He squeezes it gently. One finger slowly caresses my lower Lips.
My hand is slowly stroking the throbbing, velvety skin of his penis. I tingle as I feel the soft skin of his shaft. I touch his glans, and feel his cock jump at my touch.
His finger enters my love Canal. Only my Husband and M have touched me there before tonight. The finger slowly fills Me, then leaves Me empty craving its return. His finger is very large and thick. I feel the friction of his calluses as he inserts himself into my opening, then again withdraws it. He moves his wet finger to his mouth, and samples my Sauce. He shows approval by moaning as he withdraws his finger from his sucking lips.
He reinserts his finger into my spread, sodden, weeping opening. I realize that I am so wet that my thighs, buttocks, and dress are soaked. My dress under my bottom is so sodden with my juices that I may have to discard it.
My Husband is keenly watching the stranger insert his finger into me and withdrawing it. He watches my hand stroking the stranger’s rigid pulsing penis. He watches the stranger handle my breast with his large, well-muscled hands. He smiles to see my wetness glistening in the flickering light, riding in and out on the strangers finger as it slowly enters me, then withdraws again, and again, and again. I crave its presence inside me.
The fluttery feeling deep between my Openings is swelling to consume other parts of me. The feeling engulfs all of me. My female parts surge like a tidal wave of indescribably strong force. I feel as though I cannot resist this overpowering wave of sensation. My nipples are so hard that they feel as though they will burst. My little clitoris is so extended that I can clearly see it sticking out of my lower lips, as if it too wants to watch the orgiastic spectacle of the stranger using me in what ever way he desires. My hips begin to thrust in concert with the movements of his finger. I feel like a marionette on his finger puppet strings. He withdraws his fingers, and I follow his movement. He thrusts them back into me, and I must respond in kind.
I feel my Opening begin to softly spasm. It begins to grip and suck on his finger as my mouth would suck on my mother’s nipple. He increases the rate at which he is penetrating me. My hips instinctively follow his lead. My belly is quivering with desire. I increase the speed at which I am stroking his penis. I watch it quiver, then suddenly it erupts into spasms, and gobs of white sticky crème covers my nipples, my breasts, my hair, my face.
I lick his cum from around my mouth. I revel in the taste of him. I cannot bring myself to stop stroking his penis from top to bottom, up and down. The smell of his cum overpowers me. My own decadent scent of randiness mingles with his rank smell of new cum.
He does not soften. He continues to finger me deeply after only a slight pause. I feel his sperm traveling down my quivering belly.
Hubby whispers, “Suck his cock baby! Go ahead, make him a happy man while I watch you give him a blow job. Let everybody here watch you suck him off like a wanton slut would.”
I look at the stranger’s erection with my mouth watering. I feel my tongue lick my lips in anticipation of his maleness entering my sucking aperture.
My Husband places his hand on the back of my head, and ever so gently applies pressure in the direction of the strangers throbbing pulsing penis. I feel my mouth nearing his vermilion cockhead. I feel my lips part as I arrive at the opening at the tip of his cockhead. I lick the opening with my wanton tongue in order to taste the bit of white cum oozing out. My breathing has almost stopped as I gasp for air. My chest heaves. I cannot stop myself. I rise up in my seat and engulf his manly cum soaked cock in my suckling ravenous mouth.
My husband removes the rest of my sodden cum covered dress, now that I am no longer sitting on it. I think vaguely that my bottom is now visible to all of the other patrons. But I decide that I do not care. My naked breasts and rock hard nipples are hanging in full view of everybody. They are all watching me suck on a total stranger’s cock meat. A cock that I have just met a few moments ago. I am a wonton slut tonight. I am servicing a complete stranger in public, in full view of everyone watching. Hundreds of people can see me sucking on this stranger’s penis. I do not care. My body literally trembles with sexual excitement.
My Husband spreads my raised naked butt cheeks and begins to lap at my bottom opening. I feel his finger join the stranger’s as they fill my void again. My mouth is dining voraciously on the stranger’s meat. I lick and suck as though I am famished. I feel fingers invade my rear opening, having lubricated themselves in my female wetness. They stretch me open as though to prepare me for a further onslaught of penetration. The hands continues to spread that rear portal until I can feel four fingers inside me, circling, penetrating me, openly fucking into my asshole in front of god and everyone. The fingers slowly, reluctantly withdraw with a final circular motion. I feel abandoned there. I want to be refilled.
I feel the vibrant heat of the head of a penis press against my Rosebud. I am so wet, and so stretched open that there is no resistance to the penetration by the unknown penis. On the very first delicious thrust it fully fills me. I feel complete again. I do not even look to see who is inside me.
My mouth must suck on this stranger’s meat until I have the mandatory satisfaction of him cumming into and filling my greedy sucking mouth. I must have his sperm in my mouth. I fuck his cock with my mouth. I know what that means now. I fuck his cock with my mouth. I fuck the strangers cock meat with my fucking mouth. I shiver at the knowledge of my newfound depravity. I erupt into a screaming orgasm as I visualize hundreds of men and women watching me mouth fuck this total stranger’s cock in public.
My own clutching, spasming orgasm brings the penis thrusting deep inside my rear to explosion. I feel its hot sperm fill my ass-cunt. I am somehow so full of wanton wetness, that there is little room inside me for the sperm, and it immediately runs back out and further saturates my thighs with its white sticky fluid. I feel the penis withdraw, but I feel a draft of air that carnally enters me as my asshole remains open, inviting further penetration there.
I feel very hard throbbing penis enter my front portal. I continue to devour the stranger’s meat in my mouth. I feel the new penis spasm almost upon entry, and I realize that I now have at least three men’s sperm on, and in, my naked sluttish body.
Another penis enters me without preamble, and I feel it is much larger than the other two were. I look back and realize that the new stranger fucking me in my wanton and clutching slut’s cunt opening is a black man. His dark skin is almost invisible in the dim light.
I shudder with another orgasm as I feel the strangers’ cocks fuck me in both ends. The stranger’s cock in my mouth erupts and fills my mouth with divine tastes. I cannot hold it all and it runs down his cock meat. I lick each escaping rivulet off, then look for another cock to suck on. The penis in my ass is now cumming and it too adds to my overly full cunt. I have cum running from both openings all the way to my feet. I vaguely think about my being fertile at this time. My fertility is mid cycle, perfect for impregnation. I rummily think about the black man’s sperm impregnating my fertile womb. He has filled me with his potency, his sticky gobs of baby making cream. I feel his cum add to the sticky mess of my thighs. I feel it run down onto my clitoris. I fantasize my clit sucking on the sperm that may have impregnated my body. He remains hard deep inside me, and continues to thrust into my womb. He grunts and mutters while he fucks my cunt. I hear snippets of what he says. Things like “…tight white cuny meat…” and “…goin’ black you fuckin slu…” and “…neva feel sasfied gin wit white meat you slu…”.and, “…take my black baby makin cum i‘side yo fuckin twat, yo bitch cunt slu whore.” I shiver in lust at being called these names in front of everyone, my Husband, the other strangers around me!
Again he fucks my cunt to orgasm as I scream my ecstasy. His massive cock thrusts to depths that I did not know I had. I can feel my stomach expand and contract with his fucking thrusts. My cunt is stretched, and I can feel the cock meat on the side walls of my fertile womb. His meat is so thick that the friction on the sides of my cunt drives me over the edge into a continuous uninterrupted explosive orgasm in which I lose track of time in. I float in wanton lust. I am my cunt.
The big black man explodes a second time deep inside me. His baby-making load of sperm is deposited right on the opening of my cervix. It pools deeply in the newly stretched sack that is next to the mouth of my womb. As I continue to cum I see the sperm racing to impregnate my ova. I see my baby grow inside me, with curly hair and black skin. I see a black baby suckling at my breast. I watch in my minds eye as I change his diapers, and watch as his massive penis sprays urine all over my naked breasts. The piss runs down my belly and drowns my clitoris. My orgasm slowly subsides as he stops thrusting, waiting inside me to allow all of his seed to escape into me.
He withdraws, milks out the last gobs of white cum onto my back, and I hear him tell my Husband that I “…ain’t neva goin be sasfied by his lil white cawk ‘gin, mothafucker. She goin’ crave black cawk afta this fuckin! You miz well jus cide not to eva try fukin yur wife ‘gin! She dun gon black now!”
I feel a mouth cover and lap at my well stretched cunt opening. I feel a tongue licking the juices far up inside my still gaping opening. It licks and sucks at the rivers of white globules of cum that pour out from both of my wanton slut-cunts. The tongue laps and slurps on my juices, and lasciviously slurps my clit, I have another thundering orgasm. I hear my own voice shrieking at the top of my lungs,” I’m cumming, I’m cumming, Oh GOD fucking damn fuck! I’m fucking cumming again!”
The orgasm will not release me. It controls me. I am a slave to its shuddering ravishes.
The tongue moves to my asshole and it laps the juices from that well. The used and overfilled orifice is cleaned of cum as I shudder, totally over the edge, out of control. My head sags and I as look between my legs I realize that it is my Husband’s mouth and tongue sucking and cleaning my slut’s orifices of the copious cum of other men.
I lose consciousness.
The Following Day
My Husband explained to me that everybody that had their way with me at the theatre are friends of his, and that he had invited them to participate well before we went to the theater. He told me not to fret about it, as “he had everything under control.” I again think of the baby making cum that has for hours now entered into and been serching my womb’s canals in search of my ova. My womb may already be fertilized. I may now be pregnant, with child, without ever knowing who the father of my child is. My Husband may not think about these things, I realize. I voice my fear of pregnancy occurring last night. He looks at me with disgust and says, “Stop being so worried. I told you I have it all under control.”
I thought a lot about how strongly I had reacted last night to the sexual stimuli. I could not believe the things I had done. I obsessed about the black man’s copious cum that had been twice deposited deep inside my fertile belly. I knew that it had surely filled me to overflowing, and therefore had twice as much opportunity to impregnate me.
My Husband looks into my eyes, grins, and says, “Honey, all of the men that fucked your whore cunt and came unprotected inside you last night were black. What do you think of that?”
I sat down without the energy to get back up. He walked out the door with one backward look of disdain at his slut wife. I search my mind for the strength to go on.
I decide that if I don’t talk to somebody about what is happening to me, I will implode into numbing fear. I call his best friend and catch him at home. I ask where my Husband likes to go drinking after work. He names a bar that I recognize as being from near the theatre we attended last night. I ask if he went there yesterday. His friend says he thinks so.
I grab my keys and drive to the location of the bar. I enter and sit at a back booth. I order a wine. It is too early to drink wine, so I don’t know why I did that. I sit and listen and watch.
About an hour later I see a group of three black and one white man enter together. They are obviously good friends. They take a table and start to laugh and tell jokes to each other. Another man enters and joins them. He is the body builder that sat next to me.
I move closer so that I can hear their conversation. The bodybuilder is complaining because, “…that slut let you fuckers fuck her cunt, but only gave me a fuckin head job….” Then, “…I can’t believe that guy let use all fuck her without a condom on….” Then, “…Yous telling me that she wan’t on no pill, and her man was tryin ta get he knocked up by a black man?” Then, “…He woon’t gib me ma money back afta I fucked her. I only got two, mebee tree strokes for I cum in her cunt. She’s rilly a tite cunted gal.”
I am numb. I can not think. The tears flow down my face and rip onto my blouse. I have not the strength to wipe them off. My sobbing gains their attention.
“Look, there tha whore be now!” he points at me. “She is cryin like a baby! Look at thaet.”
The body builder gets up and comes over to my table.
“Hey baby, what the tears for?” He sit down and hands me a large red hanky. He leans forward and his eyes soften. He begins to fathom what I am feeling, I can see it in his eyes.
“Hey you fuckers, come ‘er and lets get the res’ a her story.”
They join us at my table, and all five lean forward as they see my tears flowing from my eyes unabated.
“What da heyll is happnin baby? You look lke sheet wamed ober.”
I tell them my side of the story. How I thought we were just going to a good movie, I had never had another man inside me before last night. I’m not on the pill. I am in my fertile period of the month. I was had by total strangers in public. I have never acted like this before in my whole entire life. I don’t know what to do. And now they said my husband was trying to get me pregnant by a stranger? Why is he doing this to me. “Did you actually pay him for last night?”
They all look at each other in shock, then look back at me and nod their heads.
“So you are telling me that my husband sold my body to you last night?”
The black man that had me last, last night, says, “Baby, we had no idea! This guy comes in here yesterday afternoon an tol us that his lady friend wanted some sex ‘citement that evening. She had asked ‘im go find some men that would gang fuck ‘er. He axed if we’s interested. We says meby, is she a fine woman? He showed your piture to us. We all says we’d like have some that fine white ass! He says it’ll cost ya two big, pay half now, half befo you fuck ‘er. The piture is of yous’ naked. We can see yous a fine looking woman. We all pony up and set a time. We all knows that there theeter sells date rape drugs at their bar. Baby, ya’ll been had by yur husband. We’se sorry, but we dint know no better. We just thot yous some kinky woman looking for kink. God we’se sorry baby! We’d niver dun thet if wee’d knowed!”
My tears have stopped by know. I sniffle for a while. The men are all so uncomfortable that my heart goes out to them. They all obviously feel terrible about my plight.
“Tells yo what baby, we’ll all kick in and pay for a borshun if’n yous pregnant, won’t we guys?” He looks at them and they all nod there heads, their long faces filled with concern.
“I baby, don’t worry bout us. We’s all clean. Ain’t any us have no disease, baby. Right guys?”
They all nod there heads in somber unison.
“Here, baby, here’s my address and numba fo you ta call anytime. You feel free to call o’l Abe if’n yous wants to.? He writes on a bar napkin and folds it, then places it in my palm.
I thank them all for their concern. I tell them that I have to go think this all through. I thank them again for their concern and leave.
The tears start again as I leave the bar. I cannot think. I drive without knowing where I am going. The ‘Need Fuel’ light finally comes on. I find a gas station and ask where I am. A kindly elderly service station attendant finds a map and draws on it how to get back home.
I stop at the nearest motel and rent a room. I lie on the smoke saturated bedspread. I look over to the side and see cum stains on the bedcover. I am too wiped out to care.
I know that I have to gain insight into my indescribably lewd behavior. Just a few months ago I couldn’t even conceive of the things I had done last night! Now I may be pregnant by a stranger, a black man’s child. Black men that I had almost begged to fuck me. I had certainly not been forced, and I had certainly not said “No!” They had fucked not only my whore’s cunt, but my whore’s asshole as well. Four men, two hundred each, eight hundred dollars. My husband had sold me to strangers for eight hundred dollars last night. He had pimped me as a hooker. He had set me up to be taken without protection from disease. He had purposely chosen the night that I was most fertile to make this happen.
I roll over and pick up the phone again. I dial Abe’s number.
“Low?”
Abe, this is the lady, well I guess I am no longer a lady… the woman that you talked to today at the bar. May I please ask you another question? Please?” The tears are starting again.
“Sho baby, ax right ahead.”
“Did my husband, when he sold my body to you, tell you that I was not on the pill, and was in my fertile time of the month?”
“Yes, baby, he says thet part yo kink was to fuck whens yous mos fertile. He says thet yous want to get fucked by black men when yous most apt ta get knocked up. Thet was yous biggest turn on of all. God!!! I’s sora fo what yous going thru, baby!”
I thank him through my tears and hang up.
Shirl and Rita suddenly spring to mind like a beckoning star in a pitch-black night. I call them. I feel a little hope.
Shirl and Rita are no help at all. They get all turned on by the news of the theatre and basically blow me off as they make plans to go there. Shirl’s last comment was, “Weren’t you seeing a sex therapist or something? Thanks for the info on the sex theater, babe, bye!”
I call my therapist’s office and leave a message that I need to make an appointment at the earliest possible time.
My period has come right on time. It was a very painful three days. I bled profusely this month. My cramps were unbearable.
I have an appointment with my therapist next week. I have not talked to my husband about what I have found out. My mind cannot comprehend how he could knowingly do this to me. My mind rebels against thinking about it.
The Out of Town Business Trip
“Honeeeeeeeey, I’m hoooome! I have to go out of town on a business trip to Phoenix tomorrow for five days. I’ll be home on Friday night, late. Her are the fish I caught. Could you clean them for me please?”
I nod my understanding. I pick up the fish.
“Hey babe, where were you last night? You weren’t home yet when I went to bed, and you had already left when I got up. Did you have fun? Girls night out?”
“Yeah, I was just talking to friends till late then was hungry this morning and grabbed a bite of breakfast.” I have just learned how to lie. Tears in the corners of my eyes.
There is no regret, or concern or doubt in his voice or on his face. Who am I married to? He heads off for the shower.
How can I make this work, I ask myself. I have to make this work. I do not want a divorce. I don’t believe in divorce. Divorce is for losers that don’t know how to compromise. We can work this out. I’m just sure that we can work this out. I’ll talk to my therapist about what happened. He will be able to help me work this out. My husband is not a bad guy. Maybe he was just really excited the other night.
I continue to rationalize my inability to face facts. I try to shut out the episode in the theatre last weekend.
I decide to visit The Freedom Club again while he is gone. I can relax and think there without interruption. I call and make reservations for four days.
Fred leaves, and I pack and leave. The drive to the Club is filled with blurry, tear blocked vision.
I arrive and check in to my bungalow. I disrobe and head out into the sunshine. I spread my suntan lotion onto all the places I can reach. An elderly woman helps me put lotion on my back.
The Video Camera
My Husband brought home a video camera today. He is so excited about it. He showed me that the camera can be completely controlled by the remote. Even panning and going up and down.
I asked him why He bought such a fancy one, and he told me that he wants to video us Making Love, “and anything else we do….” It appears He is still thinking of His fantasies.
He is setting the camera up in the basement in the guest room. He has also brought home some hand cuffs and a few penis looking things. There is a bar that has handcuffs on each end as well.
“Honey, go put on your sexiest nighty and robe. I want to try out the camera tonight, Sweety.”
I return to the guest room after changing into my white sheer lacey teddy and my red see-through robe. My curiosity was aroused. What did Freddie have in mind? I was visualizing a number of possibilities, all of which made me nervous. I should have saved my energy, because I would never in my wildest imagining have been able to predict what the evening would bring.
Fred had the wine glasses out and filled, the mood music on, and the bed turned back when I walked into the room. The lights were still on, and several spotlights were shining at the bed.
Fred held up my glass to me, and we entwined arms, drinking the white wine. He encouraged me to drink it straight down. I did drink it more quickly than I normally do. Normally a glass lasts all night, but as I was learning, wine has a powerful aphrodisiac affect on me.
As soon as the glass was empty, my Husband refilled it, and continued to toast the present, the past, the new moon, etc. Needless to say, three glasses of wine went down in a hurry. I was soon feeling no pain, and everything started happening in slow motion
Fred lead me to the bed, and laid me down. He got up several times to assure that the camera was pointing the right direction. Each time he would come back to the bed, lie down and look at the camera. After a while he relaxed and started kissing me gently, caressing my breasts. I could feel my body begin to respond to his touch, just like at the camp when I was watching the people inside the room.
His gently warm hands caressed me for an extended period, and I could feel my wetness becoming intense within my Opening. He slowly spread my legs apart so that he could pet Her. I grew more and more excited, feeling him touch me so intimately, so gently, so passionately. I could feel his Hardness against my leg.
I reached down and caressed his magnificent Shaft through his PJs, His breathing rate increased dramatically. His hands continued to softly, slowly caress me until I was so quivery that I could barely contain myself. I was shivering with desire for my wonderful Husband.
He reached behind the bed and brought out the handcuffs.
“Honey, lets put these on you.”
I am so quivery that I do not resist.
He fastens my hands to the bed stand. He continues to stroke me with those wonderful warm, masculine hands. I am in a delirium of desire.
Fred brings the bar with cuffs into view and explains to me that they are used to assure that the woman can stay widely spread during Lovemaking. He explained it would allow me to relax during our Lovemaking. I nodded my head yes, since I knew He wanted me to do this.
He was so excited. His Manhood was straight out while he moved about, harnessing my feet to the shackles. I felt proud to be able to excite Him in this way.
After attaching the shackles to my feet, He again caressed my breasts and my Womanhood. I was so happy to be making him happy. My wonderful Husband lowered his head to my Opening and kissed me there. I was very widely spread by the bar, so he had no problem expressing his Kiss. He told me that my Womanhood was wide open. I remember from my book that means I am ready for penetration.
My husband took two ropes and tied my feet up to the beam above the four-poster bed.
“That will allow you to relax honey, while we all make love to you.”
“ALL! Did you say ALL honey?”
“Yes, baby, I have invited several friends over to participate, just like I talked about.”
I panic, then decide that I will allow my Husband to fulfill his fantasy, even though I am very afraid. I decide to trust Him to take care of me.
He leaves the room for several seconds, then returns with seven strange men. I do not recognize any of them. They start to take off their clothes as I watch from my shackled position.
Several of them have not worn underwear, and they all star at me. I am grateful that my Husband has left my nightie and robe on me. I feel them stare at my Opening. I remember that it is wide open, ready for penetration. My nipples are very hard, just as if my Husband was caressing them with his tongue.
They all take turns looking at the small screen on the camera. They discuss camera angles. I watch as their various Penises begin to stiffen and grow. I notice that one man is very Large. Not only is he very Long, but Thick as well. I wonder if I will be able to withstand his Penetration of my Opening.
I realize that I am staring at their Penises, not at their faces.
“Look” one of them says, “Her cunt is so wet it is running down her ass crack!”
They discuss who gets to have me first. I am given no say in the decision. I stare at the Penis that is to Have me first. It is shorter and thinner than my Husband, so I believe that I can take It inside Me without problem.
“Remember guys, I want only the last fuck to cum inside Her.” My husband maintains control of the situation, and I relax a bit knowing this.
I think about the fact that I have no birth control to protect my fertile womb. I try to calculate where I am in my monthly cycle. My Husband is not requiring any of them to wear a condom. I realize that I am mid cycle. I am at my most fertile time of the month.
I stare at my husband, trying to get his attention. He is staring at my open Flower, and the stranger’s Penis that is moving toward my Opening. The Penis that will be first to use Me tonight. I think about how I am doing this to please my Husband. He moves to the camera and checks the angle and lights. He is so hard that his Manhood is straight out in front of him, waggling as he moves. I look around the room, and all of the men are erect and waggling. Their sacks are tight, and drawn up close to the bottom of their shafts.
“Wait guys, I want to attach a TV on to the camera so that my wife can see herself getting fucked by all or your cocks.” My husband is thinking of me even at this time.
He returns with the TV from our bedroom. He attaches a few wires, and turns on the television. He adjusts it so that it is in my line of vision. I see myself hanging there, widely exposed, my nightie hiding nothing. It is very obvious that my Flower is fully opened. My Husband zooms in and I can see that the stranger was right, my Flower is gushing wetness out it’s Opening and my fluid has completely deluged my rear portal. My cheeks are awash in my juices.
“OK, first fuck! Move in and rub you cock up and down her slit and across her asshole. Rub the pussy juice around on her with your cock head. Then slowly enter her with just your cock head. Stop when your cock head is just inside her pussy hole, then pull back out and take it to her mouth. I want a good shot of her sucking your cock head clean, tasting her own juices. This will be the first time she has ever had anyone’s cock inside her but mine. So enjoy the pleasure and take your time. I want this fucking orgy to last all night.” My Husband is still in control.
I think about the nudist colony and what happened there. I have not told him that others have previously used Me.
I look at the Stranger that is poised at my Entrance. I feel his Head’s soft touch on my Opening. I feel Him probe gently into Me, then pull out and slide up and down my Slit and stop at my rear portal. He probes gently there as well. I am so wet that there is no resistance to the friction of his Head as it moves about on my Exposure. I feel my rear portal stiffen as he again probes gently against the dark rose that is my protection from his penetration.
Another of the strangers steps up beside me, and inserts his hand into my nightie. He pinches my nipple. It becomes even harder as I watch the TV screen. I see the stranger’s Head again move up and down my Opening. I realize that the flow of juices from my Opening are being parted by the helmet on his Cock. I can clearly see my Opening pulsing in anticipation of his Penetration into my Flower.
I feel another set of hands playing with my breasts. They knead my nipples, and twist them slightly. My nipples are so hard that I see the skin on my breasts follow the twisting motion of their fingers. My nightie is so sheer that it is as if I am naked before their eyes. It is a white wisp of nothing that they can penetrate without even removing it. It provides no protection from their violations of my body.
I am fully available to their every desire with me. I am shackled such that I cannot remove their hand from me. I have totally given myself to my Husband to be used as he wishes. I relax and think about what he wants. I feel my desire rise again. I look at the TV and watch as the stranger’s cock again slides to my asshole and probes it gently. The pressure is slightly stronger than the previous touch. He moves his cock head again to my cunt opening. He gently presses against me and I watch as this stranger’s cock penetrates my cunt’s opening. His head disappears into me. I am violated by a strangers cock before a TV camera and six strangers, and before my Husband, who is in control of this situation. I give in to my desire. I luxuriate in the wonderful gift that my Husband has provided for me. Seven cocks to fuck me. My husband is in control. I can relax and enjoy my experiences.
I feel my groin tighten as my first orgasm approaches. I ma not yet fucked, but I ma beginning to cum. My cunt has accepted its role in this orgy and I release my inhibitions to my orgasm. I cum violently. I can not stop the shuddering ecstasy that hold me captive. Finally it releases me as I realize they are all shouting and exclaiming on my orgasm.
“God, did you see that, she just came all over his cock! Did you get that on film?”
I look at the TV and see that I have fully soaked the crotch of the stranger fucking my wet cunt. His crotch hair is wet, and I see it run off of his balls and drip onto the sheets under my cunt and asshole.
I revel at being able to please my Husband in this way. I look at him and see his eyes raptly watching my cunt’s opening, with the stranger’s cock head stuck in it.
“OK, pull out and let her suck you clean!” My husband’s voice sounds stressed, like he is so turned on that he can hardly talk. I smile in the satisfaction of being who he wants me to be, doing what he wants me to do.
I watch the stranger’s cock head disappear from the TV screen and reappear in my vision. I open my mouth to accept my Husband’s gift to me. I taste my own juices. I suckle upon the stranger’s cock as he penetrates my mouth.
“Look at that slut, she is sucking his cock clean of her fuck juice. God, this is the best cock sucking I have ever seen a woman do. You lucky cocksucker, Fred. I wish she was my wife!”
The stranger pushes it further into my mouth until I feel it against my throat opening. He fucks back and forth in my mouth until I can no longer taste my juices on his cock head, then he pulls out of my mouth and returns to my cunt opening. I realize that my cunt is eagerly anticipating more penetration. I shudder in another wrenching orgasm as his cock head again inserts itself into me.
“God damn, she is cumming again. What a hot slut she is.” I revel in being the slut that my Husband wants me to be.
“OK, fuck her deep and hard until you are ready to shoot your load, then pull out and stroke it onto her tits and belly.” My Husband is so excited about this. I smile as I enjoy his excited approval.
I watch as the stranger shoves his cock into my aroused and panting cunt. I feel so hot there. I shudder into another orgasm, my cunt muscles griping and releasing his cock meat as he fucks in and out of my voracious cunt. I feel his cock tighten and hear his balls stop slapping my ass. I feel is cock begin to shudder deep inside my fertile cunt.
At the last minute, he jerks out of me and hand fucks his beautiful cock as it showers me with stranger cream. I have streams of cream spread from the top of my pussy hair all the way to my chin. Both breasts have several ribbons of cum on them. My nightie will need to be washed when my Husband is through with my body. The nightie has caught most of the cream and it is as though it hangs suspended in air above my body.
The first stranger collapses onto the chair beside the bed. I see cream running from his cock opening. I want to taste it, but I realize that my hands are shackled. I cannot reach for him and pull him to my mouth for proper cleaning.
The second stranger approaches my crotch. I look at his cock. It is easily as thick as my Husband’s, but not as long. The helmet at his tip is large, and a deep purple. The helmet that is his cock head has a very sharp point centered on his piss hole. The helmet is the largest diameter of anything on his penis.
“Now I want you to fuck in to her cunt until you are nice and wet. As soon as you feel like you have enough lube from her cunt, I want you to pull out and go down to her asshole. Use you fingers to stretch her asshole out, then slowly start to enter her there. Take it easy, I don’t want you injuring her. Is that clear?”
The second stranger nods his head and moves up to my exposed cunt opening. I am very nervous about being taken in my rear portal by this stranger. I watch the TV as he enters me with no formality. He just shove his member straight in to the hilt. One stroke and he is fully embedded into my fertile opening. I have taken my second cock.
He strokes in and out of my opening slowly and with great luxury. The look on his face is as if he is in seventh heaven. His smile brings out the handsomeness of his features and I realize that I have seen him before. I cannot place where I have seen him. As I think about this, I feel him withdraw from my warm and accepting cunt. I miss the wonderful feeling of his penis inside me.
He moves against my rear opening. My rose tightens to prevent penetration. He runs his fingers into my cunt and lubricates them there. I feel his fingers circle my asshole. The sensation is pleasurable. One finger presses against my rosebud. I feel it make slight headway, penetrating slightly. It withdraws. I look at the TV and watch as he rewets his fingers and again attempts entrance into my gate. He succeeds in gaining more penetration. Again I watch as he violates my cunt, robbing it of its precious liquid. This time he is able to insert his finger to his first knuckle. He leave it inside me for a short while. He begins to circle it around inside of my opening. I writhe with unexpected pleasure. I begin to relax. My opening is no longer afraid and begins to succumb to the violation of its sanctity.
The stranger adds a second finger, and has little trouble penetrating to his fist knuckle with both fingers. He adds a third finger, then a fourth. He pauses deep inside me for a few minutes as I feel my asshole adjust to the size of the penetrating fingers. It happens quickly, as my asshole decides that it is not in further danger.
Again he fucks his cock into my cunt and strokes back and forth. My cunt lubricates his cock head and shaft, aiding in its preparation for insertion into my quivering asshole opening.
I watch as he lowers his member and presses it against my sphincter. I try to relax as I watch the cock head push my clenching rosebud into me.
I feel the opening give way, and I feel the stranger’s cock head enter my most private place. I look at my Husband and see his gaping mouth and bugged out eyes of disbelief. His handsome face shows great pleasure at my conquest. I have pleased him again.
“Oh my God! Your cock is in my wife’s asshole! Oh God. I never thought I would see this day. Bugger her good. Fuck her hard and cum inside her asshole for the camera. When you have shot your load, pull out slowly and let us catch your cum on your cock. Hold it there with just the cock head inside her asshole as we pan up and down your cum covered cock shaft.”
I watch as he complies with my Husband’s demands. His hips fuck his cock in and out of my rosebud. I watch as it looks like my asshole is sucking on his cock shaft with each in-stroke. Each stroke out is contained with my asshole opening sucking on the shaft as it withdraws, as though not willing to permit it’s escape. Then as the magnificent cock starts penetrating back into me, I see my opening push up into my bowel as the shaft slides by. After only ten or so strokes, I feel him tighten.
“Oh God, I’m going to cum. I am going to load her ass with my cum.”
The men all chant, “Fill her ass with your cum! Fill her ass with your cum!”
I feel his cock spew its liquid deep within my bowels. I realize that the sperm is only a fraction of an inch from my fertile womb. I think about the last stranger that will empty his baby making sperm into my fertile and accepting cunt.
When the stranger feels that his cum is all within me, he slowly withdraws until just his cock head is still within my asshole. I watch as my Husband photographs the stranger’s cock shaft covered with his own cum.
“Now take your cock up and have her clean you with her tongue and mouth.”
The cock disappears from the screen and reappears at my mouth. I open my mouth to permit the cum covered cock’s insertion into my suckling, cleaning orifice. I watch my Husbands face as I carefully clean the stranger’s cock of what has emerged from my rear portal. Then it hits me, I realize where I have seen the stranger. He is a priest at the local Catholic Church. I have given confession with him. Perhaps he is not going to be too hard on my next confession.
I realize why my Husband is not requiring the strangers to use condoms. It is against their religion to use birth control.
I realize that my fertile womb may become impregnated with a priest’s sperm. I realize that my Husband has carefully thought out the timing of this orgy to coincide with my fertility cycle. I wonder silently why he wants me pregnant with another man’s, even a priest’s, child. Especially a priest’s child.
My Husband changes my position so that my head is near the edge of the bed. I realize that the bed is an alter and I am the sacrifice.
The third stranger approaches my head. I look at the cock that will apparently use my mouth to reach release. The shaft is thicker at the bottom, then tapers to a fairly thin column at the top. The head is also fairly small, nicely proportioned to the shaft below.
“Go ahead and shoot your cum inside her moth. Honey, I want you to keep all of his cum inside your mouth until after he withdraws his cock, then open your mouth so we can see the cum in there. After I tape it in there, push it all out with your tongue and let it run down your chin and cheeks.”
The stranger steps forward and I open my mouth. He inserts his tapered cock into my open mouth and runs it in till it hits the back of my throat.
He fucks in and out for a short time. My lips suckle his erection.
“Honey, pull you tongue forward and let his cock go into your throat. Time your breathing for when he is out of your throat. Suck hard on his cock each time he withdraws.”
I struggle to comply with my Husband’s wishes. After a few thrusts, I do feel his cock disappear down my throat. I fight not to gag. His cock head comes back up and I can breath again. In and down my throat again. I accept the rhythm and begin to breathe in sequence with his thrusts. I taste his fluid as his cock head emits a steady dribble of liquid into my mouth and across my tongue. I remember to suck hard as he withdraws.
After a short while I sense his impending orgasm. I ready myself to not swallow his holy sperm. My mouth is to be a vessel for his satisfaction.
His penis spurts its holy water into my mouth as I block its travel into my throat. I collect the sacred liquid in my mouth. It pools deeply at the back. I become concerned that the copious liquid may overflow my small vessel. He withdraws his holy instrument to permit me to hold more liquid within. He milks the final few spurts of his honey into my open and full mouth. My Husband approaches with the camera to capture the holy liquid contained within my vessel. I feel sanctified by the actions of these holy men.
My Husband finishes the taping of my filled vessel and directs me to slowly push it from my mouth. I do so and feel it run down my cheeks and chin, filling my ears then continuing down into my hair.
“Good! Now the next shoot is to be a tit fuck. I want you to rip her nightie open and climb on top of her and fuck her tits. Use the cum on her face to lube your cock up with. Shoot you cum all over her tits and face. Honey, open your mouth each time his cock pushes up to your face. Suck it as he fucks your tits.”
My beloved, thoughtful Husband places a pillow under my head so that I don’t have to hold my head up during this shoot. He is so thoughtful. I again think of how much I love him.
I am a little upset about losing my sexiest nightie. But he gave it to me, so I guess that he can use it as he sees fit.
I watch as the fourth stranger approaches me. His penis is very long, longer than my Husband’s by several inches. It is also a little thicker. It is thickest at the shaft just below the head. The head is very large. I wonder about its being able to fit inside my mouth.
“OK role it.” My director husband is in control.
I feel the stranger’s hands grab my nightie and rip it wide open. My breasts are at his mercy, unprotected, vulnerable. My nipples are his to use as he wishes. A stranger is about to abuse my lovely breasts in any way he wants to. I surrender to the sensation of being out of control. I am their sex slave to use as they wish. I have no control over my destiny. I am a slut to be abused as a fantasy fulfillment for them. My body is only for their amusement. I cannot stop their actions or control their desires. They may debase me as they see fit.
The stranger mounts my stomach. He rubs the head of his long penis up one side of my face and then up the other side. He has collected a good deal of cum, mixed with my saliva. He moves his cock between my breasts and his hands press my tits against his shaft. He begins to masturbate his cock between my breasts.
I feel the slickness of the cum he has gathered from my face and cheeks. He reaches down to my ears and gathers more. He inserts it into the hollow of my breasts. He is well lubed and begins to thrust long powerful strokes. I open my mouth to permit him unfettered access to my oral opening. His penis is so long that he reaches the back of my throat on each thrust. He presses my tits hard against his shaft as he fucks into and out of my mouth.
I try to suckle him as he enters my mouth. He bangs against my lips. I adjust to his timing. He is getting into his rhythm now.
He begins to grunt as he nears his peak. I look forward to his release. I wish that my hands were free to aid his approach to bliss. My eyes cross as I watch his piss hole spew white honey onto my face and into my mouth. I lick the sweet honey of his release from my lips. I thirst for more of his wetness. He expires onto my body as he loses consciousness. The other strangers remove him from me.
My body is the alter of his release.
“OK, the last three of you are all going to take her at once. So we will have to go slow so that I can tape what each of you are doing before you cum. I want all of you to cum inside her.” My Husband assigns each stranger their opening of my body. The largest, thickest cock is to fuck my fertile womb. My Husband has directed him to spew his potent baby making sperm deep in my belly. I ponder the fact that this will give his sperm maximum opportunity to impregnate my ripe ova.
I realize that all three of these strangers have cocks as large as, or lager than, my Husband. I notice that the penis of the stranger who will expend into my ass is very large in diameter. I guess his diameter to be at least four inches. I am thankful that he is not long as well. His penis is also tapered, so that it will be easier for him to gain entrance into my rectum.
The man to fill my mouth is not large in diameter, but is at least fourteen inches in length. He will surely penetrate to my stomach as he thrusts into me.
But the monster cock that is to plunder my cunt is fearsome. In both length and girth, he will surely split me open. I again decide to trust my Husband to not allow me to be injured.
“OK guys, I want the mouth fucked first, then as I can move to her asshole, I want you to enter her there. The last insertion will be into her cunt. I want to be able to get close-ups of that monster meat splitting her cunt open as it goes in. Take it easy on her, I still have to be able to fuck her after tonight, so don’t ruin her too badly as you abuse her openings with those monster cocks of yours. Remember to go slow so I can catch all of the fucking going on. OK guys, fuck this slut like no one has ever seen before. Fill her with cum, and fuck her hard in every opening. Slam your balls against her on every stroke after you get your meat in there. Make her tits and ass bounce and jiggle as you fuck her. I want this to be so hot that I can sell it on the open market for big bucks. Now show me what real men do to fucking sluts like her. Come on boys fill er up with cum! The rest of you stand around and jerk your meat on to her tits and face and belly and crotch. Use her hard boys! Fuck this slut cunt like there is no tomorrow.”
I was digesting his words as they began to fill me with their meat. I simply opened my mouth and relaxed my asshole and watched as each and every cock entered me. Fucked me without mercy, and came in me. I was numb. Inside and outside.
After they had all done their duty in filling me with their sperm, my Husband left me tied up for several hours as the sperm filling my Opening sought its way to my fertile ova. They did not have to swim far because the monster penis that had used Me had emptied himself as far into my fertile womb as he could possible get. As I laid there, unable to turn over or adjust my position, The sperm pooled at the very opening to my womb, taking turns swimming through my cervical opening, doing what comes naturally, making me pregnant with a stranger’s child.
When my Husband returned, He explained to me that He was just getting the men into the right mood to get the best video possible when he said all of that. He left me tied there while he showed me the first edit of his masterpiece. I watched again as my womb was impregnated with another man’s sperm. He showed me his movie in four separate edits before he finally let me up to go shower and clean up. Although I carefully washed my Opening as deeply and thoroughly as I could, I was sure that I would certainly be pregnant as a result of this day.
I thought about the orgasms that I had at the beginning. I had to admit that they were truly mind shattering orgasm. The best I had ever had. As I pondered the whole evening, I realized that I had never once said no, or told my Husband that I did not want what was going on. I further had to admit to myself, that other than his last directions, I had really enjoyed myself. Being the total center of attention to eight men (Including my Husband) had been a real ego stroker.
My next period came right on time. As my fear of being pregnant evaporated, I realized that it was up to me to be sure that I did not become pregnant until, and how, I wanted.
Life seemed to return to normal.
Dancing in my Thong
My Husband brought home new sexy nighties, lacy penoirs, bras, hose and garters, and other sexy things the next week. He has become intrigued with thongs. He bought me seven of them and asked me to always wear them instead of the cotton panties I was used to. They felt strange at first, but I soon adjusted to the single string in my rear.
He wants me to wear hose and garters whenever we go out now. With the hose and garters, and the thongs, I am virtually naked under my dresses.
Yesterday he bought me several new cotton dresses, thin, summery, button down the front, style.
Today he asked me to dress in the hose and garters, the red thong, and the cotton dress with large flowers on it for our date tonight. For a bra he laid out the one that is only a half cup. My nipples are clearly exposed when I stand in front of the mirror.
As I looked at myself in the dressing room mirror just before we left, I realized that if I turn sideways and the light is behind me, the dress is almost see through. My nipples and butt are fully visible. He said we are going to a night club, so I assume that the lights will be dark enough that I will not be exposed too badly.
The club had a nice dance band playing as we entered. I could feel the men’s eyes on me as we were led to our table. Our table was up front, near the band. Great location. We ordered food, and drinks. As we waited for the food, we sipped our wine and listened to the music.
“Care to dance, honey?”
We danced four straight dances. I was in heaven.. I love to dance. Our food came and we sat down to eat. My Husband sat me where I had a better view of the band and dance floor. After we finished eating, my husband got up to go watch the end of a football game, saying he would be right back.
He had no more than left than a very nice looking gentleman asked me to dance. The wine was excellent, and I had two glasses down me already, so I accepted. He was an excellent dancer, leading me around the floor, spinning me, leading me in many well executed dance steps. I very much enjoyed our dances.
I had no more than sat back down then I received another invitation. This went on for over an hour. I danced every dance. All of the men seems to be great dancers, spinning me out and leading me about the dance floor with great style.
I had to powder my nose, so I went into the Ladies Restroom. While I was relieving myself, I heard several of the other women talking about the strumpet that was showing off on the dance floor. Not realizing that they were talking about me, I danced for another hour with the gentlemen.
Finally my Husband came back to our table and said that we were invited to another dance club. We left, and arrived at the next club about one in the morning.
This club was a strip club. Upper class, but still definitely a strip club. Again we sat down near the front. We had to look up to see the women as they danced.
They were very good dancers, with excellent choreography. I became entranced at their creativity and grace.
My Husband leaned over to me and told me how much he had enjoyed watching me dance at the last club. He told me that my dress had allowed him, and everybody there to see all of my charms, especially when the gentlemen spun me. He explained that the dress would come up and show everything below my waist. He added that the lights behind the dance floor had allowed everybody to see my nipples through my dress as I danced.
He said these things as he rubbed my nipple through my dress. I was on my fourth wine of the night, too far gone to get properly embarrassed. His hand was caressing my thigh, moving closer to my crotch with each caress. It all felt really good to me. We had not had sex for over a week, so I was properly receptive to his stroking of my thighs.
I felt his fingers touch the front my thong, and it was as though he sent an electric jolt through my crotch. I allowed him to spread my legs a bit, and he began to lightly caress the front of my pubic area. He continued to rub first one nipple, then the other. They were as hard as bullets, and making the front of my dress stick straight out. My nipples were clearly visible to anyone that wanted to look.
His hand continued to caress my crotch, and I felt his finger hook under the tiny fabric and caress my hair. His finger darted down and tickled my clitoris. I gasped in surprise. I was immobile, unable to stop his caressing and fidgeting fingers. Soon he had one inside my Opening. I was breathing rapidly.
“Honey, I would really like you to do something for me. I have fantasized about this for months. Would you do something for me if I asked you to?”
I was too far gone to object, and I had no idea that he was going to strip at the club.
But just as I agreed to allow him his fantasy, I heard the DJ announce amateur hour was coming up. One thousand dollar first prize. Any one wanting to dance should go to the dressing rooms. I looked at my Husband and he nodded his head and pointed at the dressing rooms.
“You promised baby!”
I had, so I got up and headed toward the dressing rooms. Of course, this took me right across the bottom of the stage, where the stage light backlit my dress, exposing my assets. The crown whistled and cheered as I walked past.
The other contestants were choosing outfits, but I decided that I would just go with what I had on.
I was the last contestant. I had plenty of time to get nervous. They were serving free drinks to the contestants, so I had time for two more.
I heard my curtain call and walked demurely out onto the stage. I found my Husband in the crowd, and focused on him. I didn’t let myself think about the other four hundred horney men that were staring at my backlit body through my thin dress.
I simply slowly undressed for my Husband. Turning away from the crowd periodically. They could still see through my dress, so I guess it was the suggestiveness of almost seeing me that turned them all on. By the time I was down to my thong, the men were all gathered around the stage with money in their hands. I remembered the description that my Husband had given me of his fantasy, so I allowed the men to stuff their money in to my thong. It started to get out of hand, and I was pulled down into the crowd. My thong was pulled aside and I felt fingers entering my Openings. Some in the front and some in my back Opening. I felt men’s penises being rubbed on my naked belly and breasts, and fingers stuffing themselves into my Openings. Mouths began to devour my nipples. Hands were everywhere on me. Picking me up, turning me over. I felt a large object being inserted into my Front. I looked down to see a beer bottle protruding out of me. My legs were raised, and I felt warm skin touching my anus. I felt a wetness there, then felt an intrusion into my bottom. I was being held down by innumerable hands. I felt the heat enter me, then realized that it was a penis entering my bottom. I tried to struggle, but could barely move. The penis emptied itself into me in mere seconds. I felt the bottle being removed, and another penis took its place. Again, only a few second until it released into my front. Men were jerking their cocks out trying to be the next to use me. I could not get away. I looked up to see my Husband standing there, filming what was happening to me with a very small camcorder. After what felt like an eternity, I was finally released and set on my feet.
I have no idea how many, or who, had spent themselves in me, both front and back. I was very sore, and believe that over fifty men came in me. I was covered with cum below my waist. When they set me on my feet, the cum ran down my legs, across my shoes, and onto the floor. It continued to stream down my legs for awhile. My Husband filmed the cum rivers. I just stood there in shock, staring at the rivers of men’s sperm running down my legs.
After a short while, I realized that I was still nude in a sea of men. Their hands were still groping me, but apparently every man that would take advantage of a woman had already had me, so nobody else tired to penetrate me.
Two men set me up onto the stage, and the whole place erupted into wolf whistles, cheers and clapping. The DJ announced that I was the overwhelming and clear winner of the grand prize. He walked over and put the ten one hundred dollar bills into my hand. He reminded me to pick up the money on the stage before I left.
Still nude, I walked around and picked up the piles of cash that continued to pour onto the stage. The cum was still exiting my Openings. Finally the money stopped flowing and I picked up my clothes and sloshed across the stage to the dressing room.
The other contestants had already left, so I had the dressing room to myself. I was starting to clean myself when the DJ walked in and started talking to me, as though he was totally used to naked women with cum running down their legs.
He explained that he was in charge of the entertainment, and that he would really like me to come to work there. He helped me clean up, even inserted his fingers into my bottom to get the cum out of there for me. He was really nice, and did not leer at me. I felt fairly comfortable with him in a very short period of time.
It took me about a half hour to get cleaned up and dressed, even with his help. He stayed there with me the whole time and we chatted.
I told him I would have to talk to my Husband about it; he said call me, and gave me his card, and I left.
I had eleven thousand, four hundred and twenty two dollars in my purse when I got home and counted it. It was not worth it.
Friends, Lovers, Husbands
Tonight is to be extremely special. My beloved Freddie, had, several weeks ago, confided in me that he would like to find out what it felt like to be Taken from behind. We had, together, ordered one of those strap-on penises from a mail order house. I have not yet told him that I had taken a lover in order to learn how to better please him sexually.
My Lover had also confided in me that he would like to experience what it feels like to Enter a man’s rear end. The more I thought about it, the more exciting it seemed to have my Lover Take my husband from behind, thereby fulfilling both of their fantasies. For several weeks I though about how to make it happen in such a way that all of us lived out our fantasy. I would of course video tape It, just as I had been doing all along, so that my husband could later watch us all, once I was ready to show him what I had done to him.. My Lover did not yet know that he was a movie star, but he hadn’t objected when I had taken snapshots of his gorgeous penis Entering my various Openings for the first time, so I didn’t think he would mind the video camera once he found out about it.
I decided to not let my husband in on my Surprise until after my Lover had filled Him with his crème. As far as my hubby would know, it would be my strap-on unit Using him, not a real live penis. I could not determine whether he would be able to feel my Lover’s crème spurt into him, but because I really wanted to lick my Lover’s crème from Fred’s intimate Parts, I decided to make my Lover pull out just as he spurted.
I started that evening by making sure that my Lover could be safely hidden in my bedroom closet, but that he could see where we would have our Fun. Then I took a long hot steamy bubble bath, Teasing myself throughout the bath with my fingers, smiling as I thought of Him in the closet, eager to service, probably with an immense, throbbing erection. I could feel Her becoming incredibly aroused, but I was careful not to get too close to the Edge. Then I rose, inspected my body in the mirror, toweled off, taking care to roughly towel my nipples so that they became very hard and stiff. Then I quickly put on the new silky beige, fringed teddy that Fred had just given me. I admired how my stiff nipples looked as they caused the material of the teddy to protrude provocatively. I practiced walking so that my breasts bounced, causing the fringe on the teddy to sway seductively, and my nipples to rub on the soft fabric. I practiced leaning over just enough to permit someone in front of me to see my nipples.
While inspecting my body a realized that I needed to pluck some of the hairs from around Her. It is a task I hate to do unless I am feeling sexy, but then it drives me crazy as I feel the sharp pain as each hair pulls on Her tender skin, yielding one by one to the steady pull of my tweezers as I hold my teddy up. By the time I had finished removing the 40 or 50 offending hairs, I was literally trembling. I controlled my desire, but did allow myself a few furtive Fingers, which I cleaned properly in my mouth.
About 20 minutes before Fred was due, my lover slipped in through my rear door. I instructed him about his duties for the evening, removed his clothing, carefully inspected Him with my mouth, then placed him, naked, into position inside my closet, still hard and throbbing.
Fred was about a half hour late, had been delayed in traffic. I took advantage of the time to gather all of my Toys for the evening. Standing in front of the closet where my lover could see me, I tried on the strap-on penis. It is the type that has a double head, the rear head having a vertical bend in it that allows me to penetrate Her, filling Her approximately half way. I noticed with satisfaction that there was a nubbin that pressed against Her most sensitive Part. Just by walking around the nubbin pressed against Her in a very pleasurable way. By swaying my hips the nubbin moves not only vertically, but also sideways across Her Part. I was once again trembling near the Edge.
I decided to meet Fred at the front door, the Penis on, protruding from under the teddy.
Thank God he didn’t bring someone else home with him.
I stood behind my front door as I opened it. The poor Unit bumped against the door as I opened, I guess I’m not used to having a Hard on.
As Fred stepped in, I closed the door and pressed myself against him., kissing him as deeply as my tongue would reach. He became aware of my Hardness pressing against Him, and moved his hand between us to investigate Me.
“Is this our night?” he whispered.
I only smiled wickedly in reply, leading him toward my bedroom by gently tugging on his hardening crotch. As I passed through the bedroom door, Fred stepped up behind me, lifting one breast, and caressing my protruding penis with the other hand, moving his hand up and down it’s Hardness as I had seen him do to Himself sometimes when he thought I was asleep. I reached both my hands behind him, grabbing his bottom. I nestled my bottom firmly against his growing Hardness as I continued to lead him forward, until we were standing directly in front of the crack in my closet door. I could feel my Lover’s eyes devouring the sight of us pressed together, Fred playing with my nipple while stroking my Hardness. My Lover couldn’t see Fred’s Hardness pressing through his clothes along the vertical valley between my buttocks. I raised myself up and down on my toes several times to feel more fully his Length. The movement caused the teddy to ride up over my bottom. I savored the roughness of his jeans zipper against my bare skin.
Holding his large hand against my breast, I turned toward him and began to stroke Him through his jeans. His Length was fully visible as a long seductive blue shadow. I knelt before them and began to gently bite his Shaft while massaging his back side with my hands, making sure that all was fully visible to both of them.
With trembling hands, I opened his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and unzipped them. His hard shaft sprang forward, sheathed by his white boxers. I pulled his jeans to his knees, then reached up through the bottom of his boxers to caress the full length of his Hardness. By now, She was so wet that I could feel the fluids gathering along my full Canal. It was as though I became more free, less restricted. There was no longer any friction within Her.
I placed my other hand inside his boxers and carefully caressed his Sack, gently rolling both his balls between my fingers. I ran my nails along Him, causing Him to pulse erotically through the fabric against my cheek. Pulling his Shaft forward against the fabric, I again began to run my teeth along his full shaft Length.
I was rapidly losing control of my reserve, so I removed my hands from him, and lowered his boxers. He stepped out of his trousers and shorts, then removed his shirt. Standing naked before me, he seemed confused as to what came next. Remembering that I still had a long hard erection protruding from under my teddy, I decided to switch to a more male roll. Rising from my knees, I walked to the table that stands at the foot of my bed. I motioned to him and told him to put his chest on the top. When he did so, I carefully pulled his Hardness down and under the table top. I spread his hands, and tied them to the table legs closest to his head. I then spread his legs and tied them to the table legs closets to my closet door, giving my Lover a secret, unobstructed view of what he would soon plunder, my beloved Husband’s bare male Parts, including his virgin naked anal Opening.
I then double checked to be sure that the video camera was on and properly positioned.
I noticed that my husband had a large drop of fluid hanging from the tip of his Hardness, so I quickly placed my middle finger under the drop, just in time to catch it before it fell to the floor. I sensuously circled my right nipple with the fluid, then raising my nipple to my tongue, cleaning it carefully.
Letting my Hardness bump against his buttock and leg, I began to lubricate his Opening. First I lubricated just the outside, running my finger around It slowly, lazily. I could hear him moaning softly. His Hardness was pulsing against the underside of the table rhythmically, rapidly.
Slowly, in circling motion, I pressed against the lips of his Opening, spreading it slightly, letting the Vaseline on my finger coat each newly exposed surface. After a short time, my middle finger was inside Him about one quarter of an inch. I decided that I had better put more Vaseline on my finger.
Again starting outside with circling motions, I worked my middle finger into Him until my finger was buried about one half inch. I could feel his inner muscles relax a little. Again I placed more lubricant on my finger, this time inserting my finger past the second knuckle. My beloved Husband was moaning loudly and continuously now.
I move my finger in and out now, making sure that his Opening was completely coated with the protective lubricant. He slowly relaxed, and his Opening began to rhythmically contract. I noticed that it appeared to be the same timing as his Hardness swung up and down, striking the table bottom on each swing. Just for good measure, I again coated my finger and applied the lubricant to the inside of his Opening, moving my finger around in a motion that would assure all interior Surfaces were covered.
I untied him and grasping his throbbing Hardness, lead him into the bathroom, where I gave him a thorough enema to cleanse his Interior.
Again holding his rigid Hardness, I lead him back to the table, retied him, then again repeated the lubricating of his virgin Opening. This time It relaxed much more quickly, and I was able to insert my middle finger completely inside and feel his muscles contracting on me.
I then began inserting two fingers into Him. At first he resisted, but then suddenly relaxed completely. I was able to push both my first and second fingers in completely to my knuckle. I discovered that his moaning increased when I rubbed the palm of my hand against his Sack at the same time my fingers were deep inside Him.
I then began working all three of my largest fingers into his Opening. Within just a few seconds they were all buried to my knuckles. I again caressed his Sack as I rotated my hand inside him.
I wondered if my whole hand would fit inside his Opening. My hands are not particularly large, in fact my knuckles are no wider than width of my fingers. I curled my hand together into a shape similar to a rolled piece of tubing, and began to insert all four fingers. I could feel his skin beginning to stretch, so I decided to just move them in and out slowly to see if the Opening would increase in size. It occurred to me that if I could get this much into his Opening, my frontal Folds must also stretch a lot. I decided to check that out in the future.
I was able to get all four fingers up past the second knuckle before I decided that his Opening must be large enough for my Lover’s penis. I withdrew my hand and reinserted it again just to make sure that it remained open enough to allow easy Entry.
Moving around to where my husband could see my actions, I copiously lubricated the Hardness hanging from my slim waist. Then wiping my hands on his back and buttocks, I placed a blindfold over his eyes. I had carefully sewed the eye cover in such a manner that I was certain that he could not see anything while it covered his head.
Satisfied that I was about to safely fulfill my own fantasy of voluntarily having sex with two men at once, I opened the door to my closet wide, reached in and roughly grabbed my Lovers throbbing Hardness and pulled him out into the light. His Head was covered with a wetness, so I knelt in front of him and carefully cleaned his Head with my tongue and lips. It tasted salty, and felt slightly sticky on my tongue. I reminded myself that this must be what the sex manual calls pre-cum.
Standing again I asked my Husband “Are you ready to be taken yet?”
His answer was a long moan and then “Yes, Honey, please fuck me in my asshole. Fuck me deep and fuck me hard, and tell me when you cum.”
I said “Honey, you will feel me cum, because I have some stuff that feels exactly like cum that I am going to squirt on you right when I cum. I am going to make this experience as absolutely real for you as I possible can. I have even heated up my penis so that it will feel more real while it is Inside you.”
Taking a handful of lubricant, I covered my Lover’s Hardness with it, and then again inserted my fingers into my husband’s waiting and eager Opening.
“Ready for being deflowered, my virgin?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, more than ready, baby. You’ve made this night absolutely perfect. It’s just like I fantasized about for a long time. Take me Baby. Have your way with my asshole. Do what ever you want to my ass. Make this a night that I will never forget. I LOVE IT WHEN YOU STICK YOUR FINGERS INTO MY ASSHOLE. Please, Honey, do me! I want to feel what it really feels like to get fucked up the ass. My asshole is yours to use however you want to.”
With that permission, I guided my Lover’s stiff, throbbing Power toward my Husband’s lubricated, stretched wide, eager, willing, rear Opening.
Standing behind my Lover, with my Hardness passing through his legs, rubbing across his rear Opening, I guided my Lover’s penis to the very edge of my Husband’s Willingness. Gently, my hand encircling the base of his cock, I slowly rubbed the beautifully shaped cock around the Opening, just as I had my finger not too long before.
With just a slight pressure from my hips, I pushed my Lover’s hips and cock forward ever so slowly, all the time moving It in a circular motion that stretched my Husbands rear Opening, further enlarging it. Watching a gorgeous cock entering my Husband’s rear Opening under my control and guidance was an incredible feeling of both power and pleasure. I realized that my own Opening, half filled with the double headed dildo, was so wet that the fluid was beginning to escape my Opening, and would soon begin to drip down my legs.
As I moved my hips further forward, my Husband’s Opening absorbed more and more of my Lover’s cock, until I had to remove my hand from his penis to permit his further Entry.
Fred broke the silence by sobbing “Oh Honey, this is incredible! I can’t believe how great this feels! Your cock feels so hot inside my ass! I love the feeling of warmth in there. It is almost like I can feel you throbbing inside me. Fuck me now, in and out. I can hardly wait to feel the cum inside me, or running down my balls, or spurting across my back. Fuck me Baby. Make me yours. Show me what it feels like to be used in the ass. Make me scream for release.”
I rocked my hips back and forth, my Hardness sliding back and forth across my Lover’s Rear. I reached in front of his hips and made him thrust with me. It was as though I was the one fucking my Husband’s Ass, It was my movements that controlled his sensation. It was me pilfering his ass Opening, causing it to contract as I pulled out, expand in acceptance as I thrust into Him. The nubbin on my dildo was causing incredible sensations inside my pussy now. I could feel myself getting close to the Edge.
While still moving my Lover’s hips so that he continued to fuck my Husband’s asshole, I slid my dildo out from between his cheeks, and turned down between my Husband’s legs tied to the table legs. From below, I could see my Husband’s asshole taking my Lover’s cock to the hilt, could see my Husband’s cock slamming up against the bottom of the table with each thrust from my Lover’s cock.
My Lover was getting close to spurting his crème, so I raised up so that my mouth was just below my Husband’s balls. I could see them contracting with each Thrust into his asshole. I could see him pushing back against each thrust from my Lover’s hips, as though to take the penis fucking his ass even deeper each time it thrust into Him.
My Lover was thrusting all the way into Him, then withdrawing so far out that I could see his complete cock head, then thrusting in again to the hilt. I could see my Husband’s asshole opening for each thrust, and Sucking on our Lover’s cock each time he withdrew from its Depths. Peering up from between their legs, I could see our Lover’s face begin to contort, and I knew that my Husband’s virgin asshole was about to get showered with it’s first crème.
I again placed my open mouth directly under my Husband’s balls. And pushed our Lover’s hips back from my Husband’s beloved asshole Opening. My Lover’s next thrust missed the Opening and slammed against my Husbands swinging balls, knocking them aside and running up along my Husbands throbbing cock shaft, all the way to his pulsing cock head.. My timing was perfect, my Lover’s cock head began to spurt crème, covering my Husband’s plundered Opening, his balls, cock shaft, and my waiting face and open mouth. Grabbing his cock shaft, I milked him down so that my breasts and rock hard nipples also got the advantage of the crème.
I pushed my Lover away from my Husband’s ass, and grabbed my Husband’s cock shaft. Pulling it down and into my mouth, I took his first thrust into the back of my mouth. His next thrust went past the back of my tongue, and his next thrust went into my throat. His fourth thrust buried his cock all the way to the hilt inside my mouth, deep into my throat.
“I’m going to cum Honey, I’m going to cum Honey, I’m cumming Hoooooooneeeeeeeeeeeeeey” he screamed as I felt a huge load of crème surge into my throat and mouth, each of his thrusts moving from the front of my mouth to half way down my throat. My mouth was not large enough to hold it all, and I felt the creme running down my chin and onto my breasts and stomach.
I only had to touch Her once before I started my own lengthy, incredibly strong climax, my hips thrusting as though She contained a thrusting penis. Periodic drips of creme onto my lips from my Husband’s spent cock further fueled my climax, and I climaxed a second time only a few seconds later.
Both men were limp from exhaustion, my Lover collapsed on the floor, and my husband, breathing hard, laying across the table top, spread eagle, used, and satisfied. I gently milked his cock to get the last of his precious crème.
I slowly got up off the floor and went into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, a saw that my stomach, face, breasts and nipples were covered with both men’s crème. I loved the sight of long strings of white Ecstasy running across my body, knowing that there was crème from two men I cared for covering my nakedness. Carefully, slowly I licked their milky crème from my breasts and nipples, slowly savoring each swipe of my tongue, watching each action in the mirror. The fact that there was crème from two men on my body was exhilarating, and once again I felt my climax approaching. Wiping the heavy load of crème from my face and stomach with my hand, I rubbed it onto my clitoris, my Lips, and into my incredibly wet Opening, again reaching climax, this one even stronger and longer than the other two. When I regained strength again, I properly cleaned my Opening, legs, hand and fingers, using my tongue as each handful of Delight flowed onto my fingers, all the time remembering the sensation of my Husband’s virgin Opening being plundered, his rigid cock deep in my throat. I remembered the feeling of control that I had over these two men. That it had felt like I, only I, had the ability to really satisfy them.
I began to scheme for next time………..
Three years later.
It has been three years since my {Beloved} Husband died in an airplane crash.

[Len, the truth here is that the people that my husband owed money for his gambling debts came to our house, MY LIVING ROOM, and killed my s husband. They cut his nuts and dick off and fed them to his dog. There was blood everywhere. Thank god I was gone at the time, and did not return until after the police had gotten there. I stayed with M until the house was returned to a sanitary condition, over a month.

Truth is he was NOT my beloved husband. He was a schmuck and a liar and a cheat. I can now admit t hat. Funny how time heals hearts.]

I was in the attic today looking at old things when I found this diary.
I have been reading it, reliving our lives together, remembering the incredible sexual exploits that We shared.
I guess that I should catch up on these things. Even though He is no longer here, I have continued to be what I think He would have wanted from me. So I will write about the few sexual experiences that I have had since he passed.
House Cleaning
I spent the morning reading in my chair, nude, with my little poodle in my lap. Since I became involved in the nudist camp, I have gotten to the point where I really enjoy being nude. Therefore around the house I usually loose my clothes as soon as I am there.
My little dog is in heat, so I have to keep her and my husband’s male dog separated. I still think of his dog as being his. Maybe my way of not letting go completely?
So my dog was n my lap for about 3 hours, snoozing while I read my crotch novel. Something about love in jeopardy and straining bust lines. Typical woman’s tripe.
After lunch I decided to get busy on cleaning up the house. Poo had to go out, so I carefully held her up while I let Hubs in. Then I closed the screen door quickly after Poo was prancing along outside.
I started scrubbing the kitchen floor, my naked butt in the air as I scrubbed under and around everything. Hubs came in started sniffing my crotch. This is not a normal thing for him to do. I shoved him away and kept at my scrubbing.
I feel his tongue on my Opening.
“Hubs! Get away!”
I continue scrubbing.
More licking in my Private place.
Now remember, I have had no sex for two and a half years. I was just not interested in dating. But My sex drive had not gone away. So when She felt some stimulation, She was instantly on receptive alert.

I kept pushing Hubs away, but he kept coming back for more. Every time he came back ,She wanted it more and more.
Finally I turned around and realized that Hubs had huge hard on. He was getting turned on by licking Me. I stood up and immediately he buried his nose in my Crotch. I was near the breaking point already, and his insistent tonguing pushed me over the edge. I spread my legs and simply enjoyed the contact.
Hubs started to whine as he tongued me. His hardness was very obvious.
My fevered mind wondered if maybe my Husband was trying to take care of me from his grave. Silly now, but real then. Rationalizations can make humans do strange things.
I knelt down on all fours and patted my rump, not really believing that this was possible anyway. Without preamble Hubs mounted me and started thrusting his Hardness against me. He was having a hard time getting me just right, so Watched my hand reach back and guide him into me.
Half of me is saying “This is sick lady”, and half of me is saying “Honey, thank you for remembering me in my time of need.”
I didn’t stop him as he continued to hump me tail. I could see him doing me in the mirror in the front hall. I watched as this large dog humps this naked woman on her kitchen floor. I watch as the woman starts thrusting back against the dog’s onslaught. I watch the woman in the mirror hold her head back and reach up to caress her breast. She pinches and twist her own nipple as the dog is going for it as demonic speed. His cock is filling her with a primal desire to fuck a cock. Any cock. I was doing what I had only heard about and felt disgusted by. I could feel Hubs drool on y back. I could hear is slapping jabs into my cunt. I could feel him bottom in my pussy. He was thrusting harder and harder. A large welt on his dog shaft slipped inside me. The pleasure was more than I could withstand. I feel myself passing into the first orgasm that I have had since my Husband was killed. My Opening spasms powerfully around the dogs penetration. He begins his final thrusts and spews his dog cum into me. His welt balloons inside me. His expanded welt seals us together as I feel my pussy blown up inside my Opening. I am too dazed to try to get us apart, I simply knee there and enjoy the afterglow of a shattering orgasm. I think about how long it has been, and how much I have been missing sex.
The back door opens and my neighbor walks into my kitchen. I try to stand up, but obviously I cannot with Hubs’ dog cock firmly rooted inside my cunt. The dog and I are inseparable. My horror overcomes me as look into the face of my best friend.

I mange to gain my feet, the dog between my legs, dangling there from his hind quarters, his full weight suspended from my Female Opening. I can not walk and the pain in my Opening cause my knees to buckle.
The dog and I end up in a pile on the floor.
“What on earth are you doing to that poor dog, girlfriend?”
She walks over and looks down at me.
“My god! That dog has his cock up your pussy.” How on earth did that happen.”
The twinkle in her eye tells me that she know exactly how that happened.
“How in the hell did you get him hard enough to screw him, girlfriend. I have been trying to do that with our pooch for years. What’s you secret? Tell me now, because I am getting so wet watching you. How many times have you done this? Why didn’t you tell me you knew how to do this? You have been holding out on me young lady. Come clean now. Tell me how you did it!”
I realize that my best friend is intrigued, not mortified. The burning in my face subsides. From my knees I tell her story of cleaning and Poo being in heat, Hubs licking me until I went mad.
“You mean to tell me that dog came on to you?”
I nod my head meekly, still in mortal shock at having g been caught fucking a dog.
I watch from my knees as M walks to the back door and calls for Poo. She picks her and sets her on the counter, then strips. She stand before me with Poo in her hand and peers under her tail. Then sitting at my table spreads her legs and rubs Poo’s behind on her crotch. Poo is not sure she likes this turn of events, but still trusts M enough to allow her to use her like this.
After an extended rubbing, M picks up her clothes and walk naked out my back door. I see her head rush by my kitchen window as she heads for home. I hear her call their Bruiser as she steps into their house.
I look down at poor Hubs. He reaches up with his head and nuzzles me, then lowers his head and starts licking us where we are joined. My juices begin to rise again, and through a passionate haze I watch him again lick me to orgasm.
About a half hour later his welt subsides enough that I can remove him from me. I am amazed at the amount of sperm he has deposited inside me. I walk to the restroom, and while washing myself, look across the side yard into M’s kitchen. She is there on her knees with Bruiser humping her for all his short legs are worth.
I watch Bruiser empty himself into her, and snicker as I see her shuddering and recovering from the experience during the short time that it will take for Bruiser’s cock to balloon and link them for the next half hour. Sure enough, she learns that she must immediately disengage or do nothing for a while after a good bout with a dog.
Later M returns and collapses on the kitchen chair.
“Bring me water woman, I just had four dogs! I need liquid.”
I hand her a glass and laugh as I ask, “Where did you find three more dogs?”
“I just stood naked at my front door and they all came running. Dogs have the system down pat. When they are ready for men, they don’t even have to flirt. They just let the men smell their perfume on the wind and whammo! they get everything they need.”
I could tell my friend was in a wonderful mood. We talked for several hours until she decided she need more dog, and again picked up Poo. After freshening her ‘perfume’, she got up and headed for the door.
“This time I am going out in the car, get some new cock.”
I was still laughing when the door slammed shut and she walked to her car, nothing on but an overcoat and her tennis shoes.
My crazy friend M! I did feel better than I had in years though. I decide I had mourned enough.
Clubbing
Several days later M talked me into joining she and her husband for a night on the town. She carefully instructed me on what to wear, even picked out my dress, underwear (or lack there of) and shoes. She tells me their goal for the evening was to get me laid.
I sit between them as we ride downtown. Hank puts his hand on my thigh and says in his best Humphrey Bogart, “Baby, you are a dolly tonight.”
“Why thank You Mr. Bogart! You look smashing yourself this evening.”
His little finger tickles the edge of my triangle as he replies, “All the better to have you tonight, my little potato!”
“Potato?”
You are a sexy bit of cheese, little darling! May I sample you?”
M laughs as she watches us kibbutz out of the corner of her eye.
Hank puts his hand between my thighs and caresses me there. I have no under panties on, so I am naked to his touch.
I glance at M and see her wink at me, smiling that impish grin that says ‘You are in for a good night tonight, baby!’ She reaches over and inserts her hand between my thighs, and pulls my legs apart. Hank again caresses my bare Lips.
“Let us get you hot honey, so that when you get an offer, you will want to take him up on it!”
M puts her arm around me and sticks her hand down my pink, sheer, loose-fitting dress. I wear no bra either, so her fingers meet no resistance in their search for my nipples. They spring to life at her first touch. My cleavage is clearly visible, all the way to the bottom of my breasts. Anybody can tell by looking that I wear no bra.
“Hey, that’s my job!” Hank’s arm goes around me and his hand disappears down my dress, gently finding my other nipple. His other hand continues to caress my Opening. I feel my Wetness grow. My breathing rate increases sharply. I have so much trust in these two that I do not resist in any way. They have stood by me from before the time I was notified of my Husband’s death until now. No wavering, no waffling. Just solid 100% solid support.
I breathe in the scent of my wetness. It has been a long time since I smelled my arousal. I smile as I realize that I may yet get through this time of crisis and mourning.
They both play with my nipples. Hank’s large hand on my breasts are a welcome change from the feeling of a brazier. I feel alive again. I reach down and push his hand harder against my opening, spreading my legs to allow them access to my private areas.
His fingers enter me and I thrill with the feeling of penetration by a male appendage. I am rapidly approaching a full fledged turn-on. M kisses my ears, and brushes her hand down my belly, reaching the top of my mound before her arm reaches the resistance of the button below my breasts. Her hand returns to the button, and unbuttons the two buttons that hold my dress together. I am fully exposed inside the cab. I feel the cabbies eyes in the mirror, surveying my body. I hold his eye contact as though daring him to come and participate in our debauchery.
M’s fingers caresses my mons and Part, stroking down my Lips as her husband’s fingers Penetrate me, probing my inner Self with all of the gentleness of an experienced and compassionate lover.
My nipples are crying for attention, and M suckles them with a teasing tonguing that drives me wild. My hips begin to move against Hank’s hand. I feel my orgasm approaching. I rush forward to it’s release from my intolerable tension.
They withdraw their hands and M buttons my dress up.
I am in torment. I need to cum.
We arrive at the club, and I realize it is the one that my Husband took me to the night I was later gangbanged by 50 men. I have not thought of that night for years. I smile as I remember winning, being the center of attention of crazed and horney men. Being the object of their release and their cum for over 45 minutes. I realize for the first time that the math for that means that each man that took me was inside me for less than a minute on the average.
I muse on how that is possible. Was I so sexy that night that I simply was able to ‘suck’ their cum from them with my stripped and naked body. How can over 50 men cum in a single woman in that short a time. Hubby had verified many times how many men I had been fucked by that night. Yes, fucked by. That is the only way to phrase it. I had strip danced for the room and the room had responded.
I remember looking up and seeing my Husband filming the debauchery of my being gangbanged by fifty men. His bemused expression is a continuing perplexity for me. How could he just stand there and watch like that? Did he not know that I was being raped? By over fifty men? That they were filling my openings and covering my body with their sticky sperm? Stretching my opening with their violating fingers to allow their accommodation inside my body, to shoot their sperm deep into my cunt and asshole. Filling me to the point that I was overflowing. So much sperm that it ran to the floor and across it. So much sperm inside me that it continued to flow out of me for over a half an hour. It flowed from both of my openings. My rear was so stretched that I could not control its expulsion. My Front was so widely violated that there was no resistance to my Husband’s penetration of those same openings later that evening. I realize that my plight had fueled his need to cum inside of Me. He must have relived the gangbang as he expended himself inside my openings. His need to use both my front and my backside that night was a reliving of the orgy he witnessed, a commemoration to his ownership of me, his slut cunt.
I remember the night he had arranged for seven of his friends to use me after he shackle me to the bed. He had called me a slut that night, and urged all of them to use me any way they wanted to, to use me as a slut and a whore. They were envious of him because he could get me to do those things for him. They wished that their lovers would do those things for them. They fucked me, raped me, nearly impregnated me, and left me as the slut I had been to them.
It is our turn to enter the Club.
Recognition
Tonight I realized that I had better do something before I lose my husband.
We went to his company Christmas Party tonight, and right now I am so mad that I could just spit! Some woman was hanging on him and flirting with him all night. I have to admit that he didn’t seem to return the attention, but it is very clear to me that he was flattered by her attentions.
Since I can either let it happen, or fight like crazy to prevent it………..
I’ve decided to fight for my man. All is fair in love and war………….
I love my husband. In fact, I am going to capitalize that word from here on out: Husband. But I have to admit that I know very little about “making love.” Both Fred and I were virgins when we got married. In fact, I had only kissed two other boys before Fred and I met, and started dating.
Our wedding night was a disaster, at least the part about consummating our marriage. We have been married for over six months now. I hate sleeping on the wet spot.
I guess I should start by thinking that through. I did not prepare for the Act (I am going to capitalize references to doing It) on our wedding night. In fact it still embarrasses me to talk about It, or read about It, or even think about doing It.
So, to get started, I promise myself to think about It for at least one half hour a day for the next month so that I can become more comfortable with It.
Day 7
I looked at my naked body in the mirror today (first time ever!). I have to admit that I may be kind of pretty with my clothes off. I guess that I could say that I look as good with my clothes off as that women would look with her clothes off. Tomorrow I will spread Her Lips and look at Her.
Day 8
I wonder if all women’s Lower Parts look as ugly as mine? It is certainly difficult to see what is there. I finally set a mirror on the floor and squatted on my knees over the top it with my legs spread wide over both sides of the mirror. I couldn’t hold the position very long so I had to do it several times, and rested in between. I suppose I should start doing stretching exercises so that I can hold myself open to Freddie longer.
Day 9
Today I found a book on doing It, and the first chapter recommends that I learn about myself, so I spent some time today looking at Her again. I was able to identify most of Her parts, including Her clitoris, Her vagina Opening that Fred puts Him into, and Her two pair of lips.
I also touched Her. It wasn’t too bad! I feel different when I touch Her than when Fred puts Him in there.

Day 10
Today I touched Her again, between Her lips.
The book has not told me why Fred only gets about an inch Inside me when we do It. He mostly doesn’t want to talk about it, but once he said She is too small. I didn’t notice the first several months, but last week the moon was shining in the window and I could see Him just a little bit. About 6 inches of Him was not inside me. As much as I feel stretched when he Enters Her, I don’t understand how he gets all That folded up inside his jeans all day.
Day 13
I touched my Button today. She is near the top of Her, between Her Lips. Touching my Button was a pleasurable experience.
Day 14
That bitch called for Fred today. She was hateful! I have redoubled my resolve to master This. I am going to talk to my next door neighbor (M for short) tomorrow. I need some help, and fast. M seems to have a very good marriage. She and her husband (D for short) are very lovey dovey. I will invite her over for coffee.
Day 15
M was a real help today. She laughed when I told her I thought I was too small for Fred. She said that men like “tight women”. She is so comfortable talking about It. After about a half hour I began to relax as well. She did not ever make me feel like I was stupid because I know so little about It.
She has some little steel balls that she says make her feel very Sexy when she puts them inside Herself and walks around. She told me that on the day that D is getting back from a trip, she puts them Inside her and goes to the mall. By the time she gets home she is so “turned on” that she can hardly wait to get D in the sack.
She is going to bring her spare pair over tomorrow morning for me to try out. She promised to show me how to put them Inside me. I read in my book that they increase the muscle strength at Her Opening.
Day 16
What a day! M brought the little balls over. She laid them on the table, in their little silk lined box, while we had coffee. M asked if Fred and I had done It last night. Of course we hadn’t. M asked if I ever reach over and touch Freddie on Him. I had never even thought of doing that. She said that anytime she is in the mood, she doesn’t hesitate to reach over and start to touch D’s penis (see I said it). She described how she pretends that her fingers are feathers and she just lightly brushes D until He begins to grow. She didn’t say what she does after that. M probably thinks I already know.
Then she picked up the little balls and said that I should push them in between Her Lips in the same place that Fred puts Him In. I took them into the bathroom and tried to put them Inside Her. They kept falling out. I finally went back out and asked for more instruction. I told M that they don’t stay Inside. Instead they fall out on the floor.
M said that she would show me how to put them Inside and stood up and pulled down her jogging shorts and panties, right there in front of me. I was amazed at how easily she did that in front of me, almost stranger. She wasn’t even embarrassed. So there she stood in front of me. I could hardly even look at Her. She reached down and parted her Lips with her right hand, and gently pushed the balls into Herself using her first two fingers as a cradle. She put them in Her one at a time, pushing her fingers into Herself far enough that her first two finger joints were up inside Her. Then she started to walk around, swishing her bare hips back and forth. She turned and gave me a wicked grin, arched her eyebrow and cooed, “That’s my little babies!”
So I went back into my bathroom and tried again. I could only get my fingers into Her about to my first knuckle. I was able to get the first ball into Her if I squeezed Her Opening tightly shut, but as soon as I tried to put in the second ball and I would take my fingers back out, the balls would fall out on the floor. Needless to say, I was wondering what was wrong with me. I began to fear that I was genetically weird, and would not ever be able to Satisfy my wonderful husband in bed. I had visions of Fred telling me that it just wouldn’t ever work out, and he was leaving me. I started to feel very panicky.
I wailed to M “They just won’t stay in Me! What is wrong with Me?” I was close to tears. I went back out into the kitchen. M could see on my face that I was about to break out crying.
Feeling sorry for me, M told me to raise my dress and let her try. I still had my panties on, so she told me to take them off too. It felt very strange to have another woman looking at Her. But I have began to trust M a great deal, so I decided that I was safe.
So M put her hand down There and gently spread Her Lips. Then she touched Me in several places until she found Her Opening. She said that I was very dry, and put her fingers in her mouth to make them wet. Then she put her hand back down There and this time was able to get her finger a little bit inside Her.
M told me to wait while she got some lubricant from her house. Several minutes later she came back with a tube that she squeezed some clear liquid onto her hand. M put the clear lubricant between my Lips. It was so incredibly cold I gasped! M rubbed her hand up and down between my Lips, slowly working her finger Inside me. Then she put some lubricant on the balls and tried to push them, one by one, inside of Her. They would go In a little bit, but as soon as she would take her hand away, they would pop back out.
So M said that she was going to have to put her finger further up inside Her. When she put her finger up inside Her further, it felt like she was putting a lot of pressure in Me.
M looked at me in surprise, “How long have you been married?” she asked.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you still have your Hymen!” she said.
I was very embarrassed. M must have seen my confusion, because she patted my knee and said “Honey, there is a membrane made of skin inside your vagina that normally is broken by your husband on your wedding night, if you’re still a virgin that is. Obviously you were.”
“What do I do about it?” I asked.
“Well,” she replied, “You could break It, or we could break It, or your husband could break It, or your doctor could break It. Who breaks It is up to you. But unless you break It, Fred will never be able to enter You completely, to fill You with his Love Tool.” Her eyebrows waved wickedly.
“How do I break it?” I asked.
“Just put your finger in There and push against it hard enough to puncture it, I guess. Most times the hymen is already broken before you get married. If not, the male Part usually breaks it on your wedding night. Do you mind my asking, have you ever actually had his Member inside you yet?”
I admitted that Fred had tried, but could not enter Me for more than a tiny part of his Member.
So, I went back into the bathroom. This time getting my finger into my Opening was very easy, because of the lubricant that M had put Into me. When my finger entered Her, it felt very good, unlike when Fred entered me, because He always put so much pressure on Her it feels like I am turning inside out.
I pushed against the blockage inside Me. Then I pushed harder, and harder, and harder. Nothing doing. I could not break It.
Finally I called to M and asked, “How hard do I have to push?”
“Want some help?”
“I guess so, I sure can’t get it by myself.”
“OK, be right in.”
M pulled my dress up over my arms, instructing me to take it off just in case I bled when It broke. She then knelt in front of me on her knees. She pushed on my hips to set me on the countertop, and told me to raise my knees. I was so intent on breaking my Membrane I didn’t even think to be embarrassed, being totally naked in front of her, with her face very close to Me, my legs spread wide. My cheeks were sitting on the bathroom countertop with only my bra on, my knees raised high, my Crotch completely exposed, open and vulnerable to her whims.
With one hand she spread my lower Lips wide open, then slowly inserted her middle finger into my exposed Opening. Her finger went in easily, and I remember a small shiver of pleasure at the sensation of being Entered so effortlessly. She quickly reached the blockage and pushed. Nothing. So she pushed harder. Nothing! She pushed hard enough to cause my Lips to close tightly against her hand, still nothing.
M withdrew her finger. “That is one tough Cookie!” she said. “I know! Lie down n the floor, and I’ll pull against It.”
So I lay down on the floor.
“Raise your legs over your head and hold them there for me,” she instructed me.
There I was again, my legs raised and spread, fully exposed to M in a very compromising position, hoping to break my Membrane. M straddled my legs with her legs, my breasts contained between my knees, my legs held in place by her thighs. Her female Opening was directly above my face. Her openings were bare because she had not put her underwear or jogging shorts back on. I vaguely thought about how it would look if Freddie walked in right now, my face between her legs and her bare bottom hovering only inches from my face. I also remember looking down and realizing that she had no bra on, I could see up the bottom of her blouse, all the way to her well rounded and perky little breasts. Her nipples were hard and protruding , about the size of my little finger. I realized that she had one of those very sexy perky bodies that men stare at when they walk by.
Again M inserted her finger into my vulnerable, fully exposed, well lubricated Opening. This time the palm of her hand was pressing against my Nubbin. Each time she pulled, her palm would rub across my most delicate Part. I had a very strong sensation of pleasure. I had never felt this sensation before. I must have gasped, because M stopped pulling and looked at me.
“Are you alright?” She asked.
“Yes,” I replied, “It is just a strange sensation.”
“How strange? Good or bad?”
“Good, I guess. It made me shiver.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, no, no. It felt fine. Keep going.”
“OK,” she replied, “but I need more leverage. I am going pull back over you and see if that helps.” She shifted back to get more leverage, placing her bare bottom directly above, and much closer to my face. I had an unobstructed view of her female Parts, and nothing else to look at! Her Hairs were tickling my nose as she pulled back into my Opening. Once again, each time she pulled, her palm would rub my Nubbin. She was continuing to pull harder and harder, and began to grunt with her exertion. As she pulled harder and harder, her female Part got closer and closer to my nose. I could not turn my head because her thighs were on each side of my face, firmly holding my face in an upright position. She would pull, her palm would rub my Nubbin, and her Lips would get closer and closer. I could clearly smell her female scent. During her next pull her Lips actually touched my nose. Lower and loser she came, until my nose was in touch with her Lips continuously.
Suddenly there was a tearing deep within me. The pain was incredibly sharp, taking my breath away. When M’s finger broke through, she slipped backward landing with her Opening impaled by my nose. It took several seconds before the pain began to subside enough to allow me to come to my senses. Then it dawned on me that my nose was firmly implanted deep Within her.
That Blissful Night
I can’t believe how good it felt to have my Freddie all the way inside me. I squirm with pleasure every time that I think of how surprised Fred looked when I Accepted all of Him. I felt so wonderfully full. And my Beloved had an incredible look of pleasure when he Expended inside Me. Deep, deep inside Me. At first I think Fred was sure that this Time would be just like every other Time. I didn’t tell him about the episode with M this morning. He had no idea that I was now fully Accessible!
At first I think he was sort of not interested, so I reached over, like M had suggested, and touched Him like my fingers were feathers. I heard him sort of gasp when I did that, he was pretty surprised. It only took a few seconds before He started to unfurl. Within a minute, He was very hard. Since this was the first time I had ever really touched Freddie down There, I did not really know what I was doing. So I just tried to be aware of what seemed to bring Him pleasure. I soon realized that if I brushed my finger tips up and down his Shaft, from the Head down to the bottom, that He got harder and longer. I discovered that Freddie has a sack with some round ball like things inside it at the bottom of Him. Freddie very much liked it when I caressed this sack. After only a couple of minutes, he started to tremble, and then climbed on top of me and frantically tried to Enter me.
I was really enjoying touching his Parts, but was delighted when he seemed to need me so desperately. He had no problem putting his Head in because I had lubricated Myself with the lubricant that M had left here this morning. Usually Freddie has to struggle to put himself inside Me. Not this time, he put Him down there and with one push was inside Me. His second push allowed all of Him to be seated within Me, all of the way inside Me. Freddie’s eyes glazed over as he began to thrust. Each time he pulled Him outward, I could feel Myself tighten on Him, and every time that He would push In, I could feel Myself swell open with His size. It took only a few more thrusts before Freddie groaned in ecstasy and discharged deep within me. It felt so good to be able to bring him such pleasure.
After He discharged within me, Freddie collapsed and I stroked his back for the longest time as he lay on top of me, utterly spent and limp. Freddie’s Manhood was still inside Me, and I could feel Him slowly relax and shrink to a much smaller size. After about ten minutes He dropped out of Me, and lay against my bottom until Freddie started to breath deeply as he does when he is asleep. I could feel some of his crème drain out onto my rear portal. I slowly rolled over so that he could dream peaceful and contented dreams. As I lay there beside him, I remember smiling from ear to ear, feeling very womanly. I felt like I had finally given my wonderful husband everything he wanted, and deserved.
Take that you hussie! Don’t try to steal my husband, you strumpet!
Day 20, Professional Help
M suggested that I get some professional help. I’m was not really sure what she meant, so she explained that there are people that have studied human sexual intercourse and know how to help people to become better at satisfying each other. M said that I could more rapidly learn what I needed to know to make my Freddie the happiest man on the block. She said that if I wanted her to, she would call around and get some suggestions from others that she knew who knew about such things.
This afternoon she called back and said that she had a recommendation for one person, and he could meet with me tomorrow if I wanted him to. She gave me his number and encouraged me to call. I put the number on my desk and thought about how embarrassed I would feel if I called the number. I mean, what do you say, “I don’t know how to screw?” So I kind of let the idea slide.
Well, that bitch called again this afternoon! Nothing like a real stick in the eye to get you started! So I called the sex guy. He is coming tomorrow morning. He likes to visit the house of his clients so that he can more clearly understand them. I called M for some reassurance, and she said that her friend that had used him was very positive about him being very good and very trust worthy. We’ll see………..
Day 21, the Teacher arrives
He got here at exactly 10:00 AM, as he promised. He wore a suit and tie, and was very courteous. We talked for one hour, and I made another appointment with him for tomorrow. He didn’t even want me to take off my clothes or anything. I had thought that he would insist on showing me sex things. Thank goodness he didn’t. Mostly we talked about how I grew up, my parents, Freddy’s parents, etc. We didn’t even talk about doing It. After he left, I have to admit that I was sort of let down. I guess that I really had wanted to talk to him about Doing It! Maybe tomorrow……
Day 22, the Teacher again
Well today he did talk to me about Sex (he says that I should start using real words instead of euphemisms). Other wise I am really not communicating effectively with him. So instead of saying “Doing it” I should say “Having sex.” We’ll see………
I showed him the book that I have that talks about Sex. He suggested that I find one with pictures. We talked about how embarrassed I am to have anyone see me without my clothes on. He asked me how dedicated I was to becoming more Sexually aware. I told him about the Hussy. I appreciated that he did not laugh at me. In fact he seemed to really understand how afraid I was of loosing Freddie. He explained to me how important it is for me to become comfortable with my body. That men are very visually oriented, and that they really enjoy seeing their wives bodies. He said that we could take it slow, and I could risk losing Freddie as I learned, or I could learn to “plug my nose and jump off of the high dive.” I asked him what that meant. He told me about nudist camps. After much thought and many questions, I have decided that his advice is probably good. So he helped me make a reservation to go to a nudist camp tomorrow while Freddie is out of town for the weekend on business.
Nudist Colony
On the advice of my sex teacher, I visited a nudist colony today. He had told me that I could leave my bathing suit on for as long as I wanted to, even all day if I wanted to. He also provided me with a pair of very dark wrap around sunglasses that hid my eyes so that nobody could tell where I was looking, or what I was looking at. With those two tiny bits of self confidence, I drove into the parking lot of the Freedom Club.
I was expecting to see a whole community of perfect bodies, hard muscles, sleek lines, firm boobs, smooth stomachs, round buttocks, and so on. I was very surprised, instead to see that most of the people there were very normal. Plenty of overweight people, cellulite, pear shaped butts, and virtually no “playboy bunny” bodies.
After changing into my bathing suit in the women’s dressing room, I ventured forth into the bustling activity of the central area. There was a large grassy area surrounded by paved walks wide enough to have several rows of lounge chairs and tables surrounded by chairs. I chose one of the lounge chairs that was in the shade, put on my sunglasses, and pretended to read my book. Nobody seem to pay the slightest bit of attention to me.
After several minutes, my eyes slyly began to dart between my book and the people around me. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to what I was doing, or where I was looking. I became bolder about checking out everyone.
Most of the women were a little overweight, had cellulite, saggy boobs, and all of the other things that women so often complain about. I decided that maybe I wouldn’t feel quite so out of place after all.
One woman in particular caught my attention. She was “pleasingly plump”, brunette, and very chatty with her girl friend. They were talking about their dates the evening before. Apparently they had gone out to eat, then for a walk along the river for about an hour. Both were expressing regret that neither of their dates had tried to kiss them good night when they went back to their places. Indeed, both were clearly disappointed that it had not gone Beyond that.
What caught my attention, was her frequent habit of reaching out and touching her friend, as well as others that walked by. Each person she would touch would smile, say hello, and continue on their way. There seemed to be no offense at being touched by what I assumed was a stranger. Her girl friend called her Shirl. Shirl also frequently touched herself, and seemed to have no inhibition at all about touching her breasts, nipples, lower stomach or buttocks. (Only a few days and I am beginning to be able to write those words!)
After a while I started to furtively glance at the naked men. Most of them also had “love handles” and saggy butts. There were as many body shapes and sizes as there were people. I was shocked to notice that most of the men’s Manhoods were crooked in some fashion, either twisting over and laying against their leg, or crooked along their axis. Only a few of their shafts seemed to stick straight out into the sunlight. Some of them were so small that they barely protruded past their pubic hair. After a while I noticed that their penises (See, I can say it!) expand and contract over time. Sometimes they were tucked in tight to their surrounding skin, and sometimes they would stick their head out and seemingly look around. Some had large heads, some had arrowhead shaped points. I noticed another woman with the bottom portion of her bikini on. I found out later that she was still on her period.
My eyes became bolder, as I began to notice the size, shape, and other attributes of the Men. Most of them were clearly in their “soft state”. I watched as one man, taking a nap near me, did begin to harden and quickly achieved an Erection during his dream. Several of the women cast an admiring glance in His direction periodically. I noticed Shirl arch one eyebrow at her girlfriend in an interested half smile fashion. Her girl friend pursed her lip in a kiss which she blew at the Gentleman. His erection lasted about five minutes. When it began to soften, I could hear several disappointed feminine comments.
Several bodybuilder types sauntered by. Their muscles bouncing tantalizingly and I stared unabashedly at their naked bottoms as they went by. I turned my eyes back to Shirl in time to hear her say that she wished they would walk by her on the way back. Her girlfriend sarcastically commented on how their Manhoods (she said “cocks”) were so much smaller than the rest of the men. Shirl replied that they were certainly big enough for her.
Secure in the knowledge that no one could see where I was looking (or staring), I decided to walk in the general direction that they had gone. I soon reached a volleyball court with an active game going. Two men and one woman were playing against three women. Several of the women were completely nude, but one of the women had larger breasts and was wearing a jog bra. I enjoyed watching the game. Seeing the human body moving vertically and stopping quickly is an interesting experience. The women’s breast moved vertically from their shoulders down to the bottom of their rib cages. The men’s Private Parts would ascend all the way up until their Heads would often appear to attempt entry into their bellybuttons. Then They would descend and snap around between their legs, sometimes being visible from behind and between their buttocks. I wondered whether they ever hurt Themselves as their Manhood slapped their scrotum (that is what Freddie’s sack is called, I found out from reading my manual).
I was busily studying the men’s bodies as they jumped, twisted, and landed, when the lady sitting next to me asked “Is this your first time?”
I jumped, and must have blushed because she chuckled and said “I remember my first time, about three years ago my husband kept bugging me about coming here. Just once. After hearing that for several months, I finally gave in and agreed to come “just once.” We’ve been coming here ever since. It only takes a couple of hours before I started to feel differently than everybody else because I had my swimsuit on, so I decided to take it off. Then it only takes about ten minutes until you can’t remember that it isn’t on.”
I chuckled self consciously, and admitted that I was already starting to feel “different” because I had my suit on while everybody else is naked. She encouraged me to go ahead, take the plunge, and take it off. She reminded me how important it was to carefully apply sunscreen to all of my body. She advised me to take it easy in the sun the first several days. I admired her brown body, she had a wonderful tan. No tan lines, just one seamless tan from top to bottom. I truly was feeling “out of fashion” already, and as though I needed to “get with it” so that I was the same as everybody else.
Remembering the Bitch’s call, I decided that I was ready. Back in the women’s dressing room I removed my conservative one-piece bathing suit. Remembering my new friend’s advice, I began to cover myself with sunscreen. There were several other women in the room, and I had to wait for them to leave to take my suit off, so when I tried to put the lotion on my Private Parts and back, I could not reach it all. Since I couldn’t reach my back, I decided to stay in the shade for the rest of the day.
I had no more than left the dressing room when Shirl touched my arm and asked if I wanted her to put sun tan lotion on my back for me. Obviously they had noticed my bathing suit before! I handed her my suntan lotion and turned around. She applied a thick coat of lotion and then took time to rub it into my skin. She also applied lotion to the sides and bottoms of my breasts, my butt, including the crack between my buttocks, and the back of my legs. I was too embarrassed by her touching my hitherto untouched parts to protest, and she seemed to think nothing of it. So I let it pass. Later I saw that many people applied lotion to others and they all seemed to feel no embarrassment at all when touching each other in private areas. I began to realize that when you take your clothes off, the areas that are protected by clothing is no longer as provocative, and they certainly are no longer “Private”. Shirl, and her friend Rita, invited me to sit with them. I accepted. They assumed that I was single, because I had taken my wedding ring off before putting on sun lotion. I didn’t tell them about Freddie.
Sitting there in the middle of naked people, talking just as though we were fully clothed, seemed strange for only a short while. I even stopped feeling strange about looking at the exposed portions of people’s bodies. I noticed that both Shirl and Rita would boldly observe men’s bodies, including their private Parts, and seemed glad that there were no secrets about what Charms they had. Several times they talked about the Length or Size of Men they had seen hard. I asked them if they had ever done It with anybody at the Club? They replied that every once in a while they would get lucky, but not as often as they would have liked. They explained that there was just as many jerks at nudist camps with their clothes off as there was at work with their clothes on. Rita pointed out that in a nudist camp there was no mystery about What would emerge, and therefore less incentive to find out, should a date turn out to be less than fun.
The two body builders came back by, and Shirl got her wish. At her touch they stopped and started to chat. I was sitting off to the side of them, and had an excellent side view of their Manhood and Butts. I stared unabashedly at Them through my dark wrap around sunglasses. They both began to Unfurl as Shirl and Rita flirted shamelessly with them. Within several minutes They had doubled in length and begun to pulse slightly. Bob, the one standing nearest Shirl, had a lot of skin which completely covered the Head. Carl, the one standing closer to Rita, seemed to have a thicker shaft, and the Head seemed to taper to a point, rather like a valentine. Shirl’s nipples began to harden and poke out. Rita glanced sideways at Shirl’s nipples and commented on there being “a nip in the air.” Both of the guys stared at her nipples as her pink Buttons became harder and more prominent. Bob, the taller of the two, continued to Lengthen, and began to rise from hanging straight down. The head began to peak out from its surrounding shawl of skin. I found myself amazed at how much longer They became as they Hardened. Rita quipped, “looks like you two have something to talk about!”
Shirl grinned and Bob got up the nerve to offer to buy her a soda. They moved off toward the café, Shirl with her arm around Bob’s muscular arm, pressing her breast, hard nipple and all, against his triceps. His Manhood swung from side to side as he strolled over to the bar. Men and women’s heads turned to follow the Scenery as it passed them by.
Rita and Carl, the shorter of the two, also began to talk, so I decided to find my own table and give them room. Neither of the guys ever tried to grope or “cop a feel” of the girls. I found out later that “sexually touching” in public was against the rules of the Club.
The rest of the day I spent nude in public, and by the end of the day I was totally comfortable with my nakedness. I have to say that it was one of the more enjoyable days I had spent anywhere. It also served to put me in the frame of mind for the evening.
About 6:00 o’clock, Rita asked if I would like join her for dinner. Carl was no longer with her, so I accepted. She made some comment about Carl being too full of himself for her tastes, so I guess that their previous comments about jerks with their clothes off was true. We set in the lowering sun and had a wonderful meal at the sidewalk café near the hotel.
During the meal, Rita became inquisitive about me. After a glass of wine, I came clean and told her why I was there. She was very supportive. In fact, she took a very active, almost big sisterly attitude toward my “predicament” and began to actively make suggestions. After awhile, over desert, she asked if I had ever watched a couple do It. I blushed and admitted that I had not ever thought about it before. She said that it was a very instructive situation when a person was just learning, that a porno moving was usually too gross, but that watching a couple that was treating each other with concern and understanding was much like being at a poetry meeting. Her comparison to poetry intrigued me. Another glass of wine had me feeling pretty mellow, so I boldly asked her who she had Watched before.
She smiled and said “Shirl … among others.”
I must have looked pretty shocked. She then explained that Shirl and she are very close, and had known each other since junior high school. They often had talked about their dates during high school, and when Shirl had decided to “Make Love” to her high school sweetheart, they had talked long and hard about it. They had then gone to the library together and gotten a book about sex. They had helped each other discover their bodies, and had pursued Shirl’s encounter as a group effort. After Shirl’s “Deed” was done, they had discussed it at length, dissecting it and rehashing it for weeks. Rita suggested that Shirl had been more interested in the Act than in the guy. Shirl and he never did It again, but it was the start of a symbiotic relationship between she and Shirl to improve their sex lives. Rita then slyly admitted that they had, several times, both gone to bed with the same guy at the same time. In other words they both had had Sex with the same guy at the same time, she explained!
I asked why in the world would they want to do that? She explained that they both had been interested in the guy, and since she and Shirl were so close, she had suggested that they settle their argument of who got him by giving the guy something to remember for the rest of his life. That night they had both been ready to go when he came to pick up Shirl. They had gone to a movie theatre, and both of them had reached over and played with Him during the movie. They had actually unzipped his pants and pulled his Manhood out. They had taken turns touching him. The guy had ejaculated (she used the word “cum”, she spelled it for me) twice during the show, and then once again that night inside each of them. She and Shirl had talked about It for weeks too. Neither of them had noticed whether anybody else at the theatre noticed their activities. They were too focused on the Action they were generating to look around. They both said that they did not see any of the movie, just the guy’s Manhood. Rita said that they had brought no handkerchiefs or Kleenexes, so they had had to lick their hands clean. It was the first time either of them had tasted spermatozoa (they of course called it cum, I think I like that word!).
She told me that they had both lived together with one guy for several months, each having sex with him whenever they wanted, often at the same time. She described the relationship as very comfortable, and spoke of the deep friendship that they had both developed with this guy. But he had fallen in love with another woman while they were both bedding him, and he had gotten married. They had both been very happy for him.
About that time Shirl and Bob went by. Shirl looked back after they passed and gave Rita the thumbs up sign, at the same time cocking her eyebrow inquisitively.
I commented “Does that mean Shirl got lucky?”
Rita answered “Yes. And she just invited us to watch!”
I decided that the best part of valor was to change the subject. After a few minutes, Rita asked if I really was serious about keeping Freddie. She explained that Shirl was extremely ‘good in bed,’ and that watching her satisfy herself tonight would be a very good lesson that I would take years to learn on my own. I replied that I was more interested in satisfying Freddie than in satisfying myself (no idea what she meant by “satisfy myself”). Rita explained that men really like seeing a woman that is ‘turned on,’ and that seeing their woman ‘turned on’ helps them have a better time, and a much more intense Orgasm. I surmised that she meant that women could also feel ‘turned on’ whatever that might mean, that it might be similar to my Freddie expending himself inside me. I remembered how happy he had been when we had made love in the last few days. Out marriage was definitely on the up swing since I had punctured my membrane just a few days ago. Freddie had started coming home with a big smile on his face, kissed me coming into the house, and seemed very eager to go to bed early every night. His Manhood is always extended when I get into bed now, and he seems so eager to enter Me. I feel very desired, sexy, and useful. When he is getting Close, he thrusts extremely powerfully against Her. Often he slams so hard into Me now that I have to push against the wall with my hands to keep from getting driven up against the headboard. Thinking about Freddie being excited inside Me, and making him even more satisfied, made me think that I should perhaps consider this offer to join Rita watch Shirl.
I agreed to think about it.
Another glass of wine, and Rita’s obvious desire to go watch, overcame my intrepedation, so we started off in the same direction that Shirl and Bob had gone. I asked how in the world we were going to watch, and expressed concern about not wanting to be in the room with them. Rita’s chuckle was disarming, and she explained that we would be out on the veranda of their cottage. Shirl would leave the curtains open, and it was dark enough out now that Bob would not even know we were out there. She reminded me that when it is dark outside, the window glass acts like a mirror. She explained that each time they come here, she and Shirl always get the same cottage. It is at the end of all of the rental cottages, and the veranda is completely hidden from all the other cottages. She said that she and Shirl often watch each other entertain their guys. She looked at me with an amused smile, and explained that Shirl has watched her many times, and had offered some very good suggestions to her on improving her Techniques. I visualized Freddie being satisfied, in love with me, happy in our marriage, and walked on toward the ‘demonstration.’
Their veranda was very comfortable, with a glass-topped table, four padded rattan chairs, a spacious cement patio, and an excellent view into the living room and both bedrooms. All the curtains were wide open, the lights all on. The windows were cracked open a bit, and we could hear them talking inside. Rita placed her finger in front of her lips to caution me to keep my voice down. Believe me, I was not intending to talk!
We settled into the rattan patio chairs. Rita chose the chair that directly faced the living room, where Shirl and Bob were standing, kissing. I chose the chair that faced toward Rita, trying to not seem too eager. But, there they were, naked, kissing. I had almost forgotten about the fact that I was naked, but suddenly I became very self-conscious about being naked. Shirl’s hands were caressing Bob’s heavily muscled, and beautifully tanned, back. His hands were lightly caressing her hips. Their Parts were tightly pressed together. I remember wondering if He was already inside Her. Then I realized that the angle was wrong. Shirl was much shorter than Bob. Then I could see that Bob’s Manhood was pressed against Shirl’s stomach, Its head resting only an inch or so below her breasts. I was shocked to see how much longer It was now than It was this afternoon, even when It was unfurled. This afternoon I would have guessed it was only about three and a half inches long. Now it seemed to be at least six inches long, and about as big in diameter as the dowel rod in my closet at home.
Shirl lowered her hands to his firm and muscular bottom. She teased his cheeks with her fingernails, scratching very lightly up and then letting her nails run down his tanned bottom. Each time she came down, her fingers would edge ever so slightly closer to the center where his cheeks met, and lower toward the V at the bottom. He began to massage her Cheeks too, his large hands massaging her softly rounded buns. Her fingers were getting very close to his Groove, and were just brushing the lower tip of his V. He shifted and spread his legs, his feet moving to about 12 inches apart. The next trip down her hands softly caressed the very bottom of his Cheeks. She started to make slow swirls around the bottoms of his Cheeks, slowly circling closer to the hidden center. I could clearly see that his rigid Manhood was beginning to pulse against her stomach.
Slowly he began to rock his hips, allowing his Manhood to rise and fall against her stomach. Within minutes, his Head was nuzzling the under portion of her breasts, then lowering to her bellybutton. He moved his hips away from her stomach giving us an excellent view of a slightly curved, very hard, penis, the curve causing his Head to be closer to his stomach than his Shaft. It looked like a crescent moon. Rita leaned over and murmured “Shirl’s found her favorite shape, a J-cock!”
“What is a J-cock?” I asked, bolder because of the wine.
“Look at his penis. See how it curves up and then in toward his stomach? That make it press against her G-spot when he enters her from in front!” she replied.
I decided not to ask what a G-spot was, and was totally befuddle by the phrase ‘in front,’ and looked puzzled enough that Rita continued, “You look confused. Would you like me to narrate the activity? Seriously, I wouldn’t mind! I think it would help you learn more quickly.”
I nodded, grateful that I wouldn’t have to ask stupid, naïve questions about the millions of simple things that it seemed like everybody else must already know.
Rita lapsed into her big sister instructor mode. “Right now she is searching for places on his body that are more erotically sensitive than others. Every pair of people have different places that are considered particularly pleasurable. And those places change, depending on who is touching you. You may feel sensitive on your neck to one person’s touch, but not to another’s. Shirl always spends a lot of time looking for those places when she is with a new guy. Even though we have made a point of getting to know Bob and Carl, neither of us has actually Had them yet.
“Obviously his hips and his rectum are hot spots for him. [I was shocked to find out that Freddie’s Rear Opening might be a place that I should touch!] Almost all men are very sensitive around their balls, [I had already realized that!] and they are all very sensitive on their cock shaft. The head of their cock is usually the most sensitive, and I might add, favorite place they like to be touched. Shirl always delays touching them there so that they don’t cum too early. [I had figured out that cum means when they Expend themselves.]
“Now she is going to start searching his chest for sensitive areas. She loves to play with their nipples, and often sucks on them, just like a baby would. She usually starts French-kissing them at about the same time.” [No idea what that means.]
Sure enough, Shirl’s fingers moved from his small, hard, gorgeous buttocks to his manly chest, and moved almost immediately to his hard nipples. His chest muscles are very well developed, and she cupped them in the palm of her hand, using her thumb to caress his protruding nipple. She moved her other hand down his stomach to just above the top of his lower hair. Again she used her nails to lightly scratch his stomach as her hand moved lower, then the back of her nails to caress his stomach as her hand came back up. I noticed that his hips would rock forward as her hand descended, and she would barely brush his Shaft as her hand came below his Head. Each time He would jerk to stiffness as the skin on the side of her hand lightly brushed Him.
I began to notice a new sensation, that of wetness inside of Me.
A glance at Rita revealed that Rita’s hands were mirroring Shirl’s hand movements, as Rita caressed her own breast, using her thumb to stimulate her own nipples.
Bob’s hands moved from Shirl’s hips to her plump breasts, roughly pulling and messaging her pliable nipples. Shirl moved down toward his engorged Manhood, taking It firmly in hand, and studying It intently.
Rita leaned over and whispered “Shirl is always very careful to check for Herpes, or other signs of disease. We know most of the guys here already, and most of them are OK, but a girl can’t be too careful!” Rita did not seem at all self conscious about the fact she was caressing her own breast and nipple. She made no effort to either hide it, or even stop the rhythmic motions of her hand and thumb as I looked at her.
Having carefully inspected all of his Stiffness, Shirl began to kiss his vermilion Head, allowing her lips to slightly part as she continued her sensuous ministrations. His hips were again rocking forward and back, and each time that He moved forward, additional soft separation of Shirl’s lips would permit further penetration of his Arrow into her kiss. Bob was now moaning softly. He placed his hands around her head, and his movements seemed to be begging her to allow Him entrance. It seemed as though Shirl might actually allow his penis to enter her mouth. I tried to visualize what it might feel like to have Freddie inside my mouth.
Again I became aware of growing wetness deep inside Me. I had never considered that my body might have it’s own lubrication system. How convenient that would be, no messy, cold gels!
Rita’s other hand began caressing her flat stomach, just above Her. She started making circular motions, through the glass tabletop I could see that each circle of her hand was descending slightly lower toward Herself. Her eyes were raptly focused on Shirl’s artful movements inside the living room. Her breasts, tipped with hard, erect nipples, were rising and falling with elevated breathing. Her thighs were parted slightly, and her hips were thrust invitingly forward, toward the couple in front of us.
The complete head of his Penis was now traveling back and forth through the portal of Shirl’s lips.
Rita leaned over and whispered “The pressure from your mouth on their penis is very critical when you give them a blow job. [I assume that means having them put their penis in your mouth.] Suck too hard, and they feel pain, suck to soft and they can’t cum.” [Why do they call it a blow job if you are sucking? And what does she mean “Cum”? in your mouth?!!!!”]
Shirl was now allowing half of his Thrusting into her mouth. I was amazed that she could take such a long object so far into her mouth! It had to be bumping against the entrance to her throat! She seemed to be greatly enjoying the sensation; her eyes were closed, and her eyebrows arched as though she were sucking on the best dessert she had ever tasted. Her nipples were rock hard and sticking way out. Her face had taken on a soft, dreamy appearance. Bob was moaning loudly, exhaling each time that he with-drew, murmuring MMMMMM each time that He plunged back in.
Suddenly Shirl removed Him from her mouth, grabbed his Shaft, and pulled him roughly over to the coffee table. She lay down on the table, facing up, and pulled Him toward her mouth. Her head was slightly over the edge of the table, her throat exposed, head tilted slightly back. She pulled her knees up and spread her thighs. Her Womanhood was clearly visible to him, and fully vulnerable if he were to reach forward and explore It.
She held his pulsing shaft in one hand, and clutched his behind with the other. Pulling on his Shaft, and pressing on his butt, she parted her lips, guiding his Arrow into her mouth, and pulled him to her. His penis, its complete shaft, disappeared into her mouth! All six inches of his Shaft were lodged inside her mouth! His Scrotum was covering her nose, eyes and forehead. His Shaft followed the lower line of her nose right into her open lips. Her cheeks were bulging from his foreign Object. He withdrew.
She placed both hands on his behind and pulled Him again, deep inside her mouth. He had to be going into her throat, for such a long object to enter her mouth! He withdrew, and she again pulled him into her, ramming his Balls against her forehead. His head was tilted back, and his face looked as if he was in pain. Rita murmured “He’s going to cum! Watch, she will spray him all over her breasts and nipples! Watch!”
On his next withdrawal Shirl pulled his engorged Desire from her mouth and tightly gripped the Shaft, circling her hand around it, allowing It to slide over her nose and chin. White crème shot from the vermilion Arrowhead, landing on her right breast, running down from her nipple toward her neck. He drew back again, out of control while He expended His crème, and again thrust forward, this time His crème striking her left nipple and breast, his third massive discharge landed between her breasts, and extended to her hairline below. Shirl then popped his thrusting Shaft back into her mouth, and suckled on Him as though she were a baby, hungry for her mother’s milk. He continued to pump in slower and slower circles, until he was barely moving back and forth. Clearly expended and completely devoid of energy, He popped out of her mouth, stumbled over to the couch, and collapsed, legs splayed wide open, his shaft pointing directly at my open mouth. A small nibblet of crème gained freedom from His opening, as though inviting me to partake in his feast.
I realized that I was sitting there, my legs splayed wide open, my hips thrust forward toward him, my Womanhood completely exposed and unprotected. My lower Lips were parted, and I could feel my newfound wetness on my thighs, as well as on my rear Portal. I obviously could not fully contain my Bodies natural lubrication, newly discovered, but now so copious that it ran down my other Parts with abandon. My feet were on their tiptoes, and my legs quivered from being held wide open in obvious invitation. If only Freddie were here now, I would have taken him deep within me, never to allow him out until he had fully and forcefully expended himself, filling me to overflowing with his manly crème. My Body would have milked every last drop of his Sauce from within Him. I even felt sure that I would allow him into my mouth, if he wanted to take me that way!
Rita again leaned over and whispered “Now you will see a true master at work. Watch how quickly she can bring him back to hardness. Then she will have him clean her breasts and nipples for her, with his tongue!”
“What does their crème taste like?” I asked, looking through the table top at Rita’s fingers buried between her lower Lips. Her hand was moving back and forth rapidly, causing her Lips to jiggle. Her fingers were very wet and slippery. Periodically she would dip her two fingers deep inside of her Openness, swabbing out more clear liquid to smear about her Button.
“About like our lubrication from our pussy!” She replied. “Have you ever tasted yourself?”
She dug her two fingers deeply Inside her and then placed those fingers into her mouth, joyfully sucking them clean and using her tongue to clean between them.
“Let me taste you,” she said as she abruptly reached over and ran her fingers deeply into Me before I could close my legs. There was no resistance to her fingers as they slid within me, parting my lips as easily as if she was putting her hand into a basin of water. I felt her fingers curl inside Me and begin to withdraw. On the way out they passed over my Button, causing me to gasp involuntarily, my hips jerking forward as if to recapture her fingers. She again eagerly cleaned her fingers of my abundant wetness.
“You’re very sweet!” she murmured. She turned her body toward me and added “Here, taste me so that you can see what I mean.”
I can’t believe that I actually reached forward and hesitantly extended my fingers near Her. She grabbed my hand and shoved my fingers deep inside her wet Tunnel, then withdrew them and placed them in front of my mouth. My lips parted all by themselves, and my hand continued forward until her musky perfume passed beneath my nose and plunged into my mouth.
My fingers didn’t taste too bad, actually! Rita instructed me to lick my fingers clean so that I could taste myself and be able to tell the difference. It must have been the wine, because I was doing whatever she told me to do. After licking all of her Flavor from my hand, I placed two fingers inside myself, utterly shocked at how wet I was Inside. My inner and outer Lips were coated in my wetness. I ran my fingers down from the top of my opening, brushing past my love Button. I shivered as my hand continued on down, and my fingers parted Me. Deeper and deeper inside me they went until my wrist was bent under me, and my fingers bottomed out. I spread and curled them as I slowly withdrew, sensing every movement through desire-heightened nerve endings. My fingers popped Out, and I could not resist bringing them by my Button again.
Rita was right, my Flavor was sweeter than hers. I was gratified to know that there are things about my body that were more desirable than hers. Not because I was envious, but because I desperately wanted to know that my beloved Freddie could discover my value as a Woman, even in bed, especially if he was testing new waters with that Hussie this weekend. I felt that what I was learning would certainly make him a happier and more satisfied husband. My grandmother has always said that men don’t look elsewhere unless something is wrong at home. I am determined that there soon will be nowhere else that is a better place to be than my home for Fred.
In any case, the fact that I had not only enjoyed my own touch, but now could enjoy my own taste, seemed like a very big step in the direction I need to go. Happy with what was happening, I returned my focus to what was happening inside the living room.
Shirl was slowly stroking Bob’s leg around his knee. Her fingers were lazily caressing the inside of his knee, as well as the back of his knee. Slowly her fingers were making there way nearer and nearer his relaxed Manhood. At the same time, Shirl’s fingers were caressing herself around her thighs and tummy. Every third or fourth circle of her fingers she moved her hand directly across her dark Mound, raising her hips slightly each time to allow contact between her fingers and her Mound. As her right hand approached closer and closer to his Hardening, her left hand spent more and more time near her Womanhood. Just before she finally touched Him, her fingers took their first foray between her Lips.
Rita whispered “Notice that her lips are spread wide open, because she has yet to have any satisfaction. Bob has already cum, but Shirl still needs to reach the Big-O!”
I asked, bolder now, “What is the Big-O and what do you mean by satisfaction?”
Chapter 3
Rita looked at me with very surprised eyes, her eyebrows arched high. Her mouth was wide open, flabbergasted. “You mean you’ve never had an orgasm?” she asked!
“I didn’t know that women could have an orgasm” I replied, “I thought just men had orgasms.”
“Oh, honey, women can have as many orgasms in a night as they want to. Men can rarely cum more than once or twice. Shirl can usually get them back up the third time, but she is the best! I am slowly learning how to get them hard several times. The young men are far easier to get hard the second or third time. Shirl once was able to get a guy to cum six times in one night. She was exhausted, but incredibly satisfied, the next morning. The poor guy could hardly walk though!”
“So does a woman have a discharge like a man when she cums” I asked, determined to get to the bottom of this intriguing news.
“No, men discharge their sperm, mother nature intending it to make women pregnant, but women only get wet inside. I have read that some women get so wet that they appear to have discharges, but it really is only their natural lubrication in copious amounts as far as I know.”
“My wetness is running out of Me and down over my bottom” I confided. “How does a woman cum?”
“Let’s watch Shirl cum. Then after these two are done, I’ll show you how I cum. I’ll help you too if you want me to. Shirl and I often help each other during those times when the men all seem to be jerk-offs. Shirl will cum a lot almost as soon as Bob enters her. She cums very easily, and cums a lot. It’s one of the things that makes her popular with her many lovers. They usually call for months after she has gotten tired of their problems and dumped them. Which ever man finally makes an honest woman of her will surely be a happy-go-lucky in bed!”
My excitement level went up another notch. To think that I was learning all of these secrets, just when they were so desperately needed, was wonderful. I decided that I was going to pump this experience for every bit of learning I possibly could! I will make Freddie the happiest, best loved, man in the land!
Shirl was now stroking Bob’s shaft with feathery fingers. Her fingers were moving up and down along his Shaft, just touching his Head at the end of her hand movement. Her other hand was moving in and out of herself slowly. Bob’s eyes were glued to her Mound, and her hand stroking it. His penis was already stiff, and beginning to throb. Sticking straight up, I could see that he was larger at the base than just below his head. His head was a darker purple than it was earlier, before he discharged.
Shirl murmured with silk in her voice, her voice rising as her fingers slid inside Her, and lowering as they reappeared. Then she slowly raised her hand to her mouth and using her extended tongue, ostentatiously licked all of her wetness from her fingers. Her eyes were now locked on Bob’s Manhood, obviously entranced with it. I heard her ask “Do you want to come inside me?”
Bob nodded vigorously.
“All you have to do is suck on my nipples” she sighed, “Then I will let you enter Me!”
Bob stared at her crème laden nipples and breasts for a short moment, then thinking with his small head, knelt beside her. Slowly he began to kiss the unsullied sides of her breasts.
“My pussy sure needs a good hard Man” she murmured. “Hurry so that I can try your nice big cock out!”
Bob’s shaft was now throbbing visibly with each heart beat. I could see him make up his mind. His tongue began to lap his sperm from her nipples, then rapidly cleaned her breast. He must have decided it wasn’t as bad as he had feared, because by the time he started working on her other breast, he was clearly enjoying this activity. As soon as her breast and nipples were properly cleaned, he lapped the stream of crème that started between her breasts and led to her furry mound. To my amazement, he did not stop at her fur line, but instead continued right on down into her wet opening. His tongue began to lap up and down her parted Lips, and spent time circling her Button. Shirl was moaning loudly now, her hips began pumping up and down passing her Button past his stiff, extended tongue.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she said, quite loudly! Bob could tell that he was making points, and began to press his tongue against her Button. His hands reached up and caressed her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and fingers.
“Here she comes!” Rita said, just as Shirl began to grimace.
“Oh God your good!” Shirl exclaimed. “Eat me deep, please, eat meeeee …….. deeeeeeeeep!”
Bob stuck his stiff tongue deep within her. Shirl grabbed his head and pressed her opening onto his mouth, rubbing her Button up and down on his upper lip and nose. She was clearly going over the edge into ecstasy. She continued to grind herself on his mouth and lips for several more minutes until she seemed to reach a dreamy plateau of satisfaction.
“Now you can use me as you wish!” she said. “Put that gorgeous hunk of man Meat inside where it really belongs! Use me up! Fill me with Him and His cum! Have your way with me, you gorgeous stud!”
Bob practically jumped into his position, reached down and flipped her over, and frantically entered Her from behind. Shirl was kneeling on the table. Her opening was at just the right height for his throbbing Eagerness. I could see him thrusting deeply into her, his scrotum sweeping up under her mound, covering her opening, then withdrawing until I could see his Head, before again plunging deep within her. Each thrust shook her body, causing her breasts to jiggle along her rib cage. Her nipples and breasts seemed to be Jello, swinging provocatively back and forth, begging for restraint.
Shirl was clearly receiving pleasure from this vigorous penetration. I saw her tilt her pelvis down, so that Bob’s shaft would strike her nearer her opening as he plunged inside.
Rita pointed out “See how she has tilted Herself? That is so that Bob’s J-cock will hit her G-spot every time he re-enters. His J-cock rubs down her butt hole, which she just adores, and strikes her G-spot every time he thrusts. I’ll guarantee you that she is in heaven right now!”
Rita’s fingers were busily caressing her own Button, as well as penetrating herself deeply. Her other hand was pulling on her nipple, stretching her breast out toward the frolicking couple. I could tell that she was near nirvana as well.
Bob continued to thrust inside Shirl! I was surprised how long he could last before expending, cuming. Freddie had never lasted that long with me. Perhaps the second cuming was what was helping him last.
Rita, her voice now husky with lust, said “I’m soooo close to coming. Oh god is this a good one!” Then I saw her pelvis explode against her fingers, jerking forward as though taking a thrusting penis within. This continued for almost thirty seconds. She then sank back into her chair, her arms falling to her side. She slowly rolled her head toward me, a dreamy smile appeared on her lips, and murmured “Now that is what I call the Big-O!”.
Shirl was also in heaven, rocking back against Bob’s every thrust, her face contorted as though she was in pain, making sounds like an animal. Her stomach muscles were contracting and pulling her Opening off of Bob’s Shaft in time to his thrusts. She was clearly moving out of instinct now.
Bob began grunting, and as he continued to thrust into Shirl, I could see that Shirl’s Opening was now squeezing his penis each time that He withdrew, and then would relax each time that he thrust into Her. Bob’s face again began to contort. He was completely pulling out each time he withdrew now, then slamming back into Her with great energy. Each thrust would shake her. I could tell that she was forcefully moving back toward him to meet him thrust for thrust. The expression on her face was greedy, absorbing all the pleasure that he was giving her, thrust after penetrating thrust.
Suddenly Shirl disengaged herself from his thrusting penis, turned around, and took him deeply into her mouth. She began sucking on Him vigorously, greedily, taking the full length of his Shaft deep into her mouth. With one hand she caressed his buttocks and tickled his rear opening, and with her other hand she caressed his tight sack. With great gusto she moved back and forth on Him until he could hold back no longer, and his testicles spewed their sweet creme deep into her willing throat.
Both Shirl and Bob collapsed onto the floor, cuddling together in blissful completion. Both were obviously content and satisfied.
I, on the other hand, was so keyed up that I could hardly remain still. My fingers wanted to caress my Button in the worst way. It was all I could do to keep my hands away from Me. Rita must have seen my dilemma. She reached over and placed her hand on my arm. “Would you like some help relaxing?” she asked gently.
I nodded slowly, not sure what I was getting myself into. Rita slowly began to caress my tummy. It was like there was a fire building within me, down There! The flame seemed to flit between Rita’s fingertips and my Womanhood. My legs began to spread wider of their own will. My feet came up on their tiptoes, and my pelvis rotated forward, exposing Me to what ever was going to happen. Rita’s face took on a soft yet intense focus.
Slowly her hand approached my Opening. As it got closer, I found my hips rising to meet her. I became almost impatient waiting for her advances. Finally her hand touched my hairline. Her other hand began to caress my back and shoulders. I watched as she slowly approached my Opening, imagining that her hands were Freddie’s hands. I imagined Fred’s Manhood patiently waiting to enter me, waiting for His turn to feel pleasure within Me.
Her hand brushed the top of my Opening. My hips jerked forward involuntarily. Her fingers gently parted my inner lips and searched for my Button. She circled my Pleasure Center then dropped lower. I raised and spread my legs up on to the arms of the chair, fully exposing myself, fully vulnerable, fully open to entry by whatever chose to use Me. She bypassed my eager Opening, and dropped lower to my rear Portal, running her fingers around my self lubricated Virginity. Slowly she circled it , making gentle but insistent pressure along the sides. As my wetness continued to lubricate, she gently entered my lower Portal, first with one finger, then with two. Again she circled, slightly inside it now. The feeling was overpowering.
Suddenly she withdrew her hand.
Taking a white linen napkin from the table, she folded it, placed it over my eyes, and tied it behind my head, murmuring in my ear “An orgasm comes from your head, from within your imagination. Your imagination is what makes an orgasm possible. Now, just relax, and use your vivid imagination as I pleasure you!”
With the blindfold on, the sensations were entirely different. Instead of her fingers inside me, I imagined them to be Freddie’s. His fingers felt much better than her fingers inside my Womanhood. The sensations down there were electric, causing me to grab my legs and pull them ups toward my shoulders, further exposing my lower Virginity. Had her fingers been a man, I would have willingly allowed him penetration, entrance into my rear portal. Still the fingers circled, entering further and further into my rear Sanctity. I could feel my muscles surrounding It relax, allowing the fingers easy entry for exploration. The fingers began to pulse in and out of my rear Portal. I heard myself begin to moan, first softly, then uncontrollably. A third finger was added.
Shortly thereafter she began to make vertical circular motions, allowing the heel of her hand to massage my Mound. Each vertical movement would open my lips and expose my Button, then the down stroke into my lower Opening would caress Me. I tilted my head back, and just let myself sink into the sensations that were engulfing me. Other hands joined in my deflowering. I could feel fingers inside my rear and front openings, mouths sucking upon my nipples, hands caressed my buttocks. I was lifted and carried by strong arms and placed on a bed. Lips kissed my lips, its tongue entering deep into my mouth, sucking on my tongue as I thrust my tongue into the mouth. The tongue withdrew, and a silky soft skin touched my lips. I parted my lips, and the silkiness rubbed back and forth across my lips and teeth.
I opened my lips and teeth, and the silky Head plied the tip of my tongue. I began to lick the Head as it gently and slowly moved back and forth within my mouth. Each movement was a little more insistent, pressed a little harder, a little further into my opening lips. I could feel the top of the Shaft making its entrance.
Below I could feel penetration into both my rear portal, and now into my Womenhood. The fingers entering my Rear were now penetrating fully inside, I could feel the first and second knuckles passing my Portal opening. My Front was also receiving attention, but felt much more like the wet softness of a tongue.
I could not tell if there were one or two people investigating my Interior. I had no idea whose penis was in my mouth. I had no idea if it was a man or a woman kissing my Opening. But I knew that my lust was overcoming my restraint rapidly. I finally decided that I was going to live this experience, and glean all of the knowledge that I could. That decision made, the rest of the evening became one long sensation of bliss.
I pulled my legs up to my chest, allowing those at my lower Openings complete and unfettered access. I reached up with both hands and grabbed the two wonderfully muscled cheeks and pulled them forcefully toward me, driving the penis deep into my mouth. He pulled back as I sucked hard on his Shaft, then his Head, as they slid by, almost exiting my lips.
I felt a different sensation at my rear opening, and realized that the tongue and fingers had traded places. The tongue lapped at the juices that were freely flowing down past the rear Opening, then plunged itself into the Opening so deep that I could feel the chin against my cheeks.
The fingers withdrew from my Front, and were replaced by an object that was the same size as the penis in my mouth. It began to thrust in and out of my sodden, sucking Opening. I could feel legs pressing against my cheeks, and decided that I was being penetrated by two penises at the same time, one in my mouth, the other in my Womanly Sex Opening.
I was moaning uncontrollably now, unable to focus on what was happening with sufficient clarity to really describe the rest of the evening, so I will record what I remember.
I was totally out of control, willing to be used however my sweet tormentors desired. I desperately wanted to experience the taste of sperm in my mouth. I concentrated on the penis within my mouth, leaving the thrusting tempo to him, and began to explore his balls and rear opening. He was now penetrating my throat so deeply that his balls were caressing my forehead and eyelids. Each time he moved in to fill my throat, I would caress the bottom of his sack, so that as he pulled from within my mouth, I would allow his sack to slide across the palm of my hand. I would also hold my finger so that in order to pull back, he would have to allow my finger a bit of penetration into his rear Opening. Each time he thrust and withdrew, my finger would gain additional penetration, until soon my finger was disappearing completely within him. I could feel his Opening grasping my finger each time he pulled forward off of it, and into my mouth. His rear Portal was sucking on my finger just like I was noisily sucking on his penis.
The other penis which had entered my front Opening was now attempting entry into my rear Opening. I was beyond refusing entry to anything at that point, and I relaxed my encircling muscles to allow it to have its way with me. Within a few strokes it was penetrating me so deeply that I could almost feel it bottom up inside me. I could feel the scrotum sack bang and bounce off of my cheeks with each thrust.
Suddenly it changed tempo and began to alternate between my Openings, one thrust to the Top, one thrust to the Rear. The penetrations into my Rear were as pleasurable as the ones into my Front.
I felt as though I was weightless, flying free. Suspended on the electricity that coursed up and down my stomach, into my Openings, even my mouth. My nipples and breasts were slick with saliva, and many hands caressed them, many mouths sucked on them. All of my openings were being filled, my body had become a source of sexual pleasure to many people. I even felt someone take my toes and begin to thrust their wet opening onto them
I felt the penis in my mouth spout, again and again filling me with its gifts. I felt the penis in my rear Portal spout its gift of sublime crème. I surrendered to a long shuddering pleasure that was so strong, I am afraid that I dug my fingernails into someone’s hard, muscled buttocks. I went rigid with ecstasy, shuddering, moaning animal sounds, until I lost consciousness.
Day 25, The Next Morning
I awoke in a bed covered with wildflowers. The sun was beaming through the window, a most gentle breeze barely stirring the curtain.
Rita was sitting there beside me, two cups of coffee on a tray.
“You were absolutely incredible last night!” She offered as an icebreaker.
“Did I really do what I think I did last night?” I asked.
“Well, actually most of what you thought happened last night probably didn’t happen, if your imagination is half as good as your orgasm was. I took the liberty of video taping the whole thing, so that you can see what really happened if you ever want to know. There is only one tape, no copies, so you don’t have to worry about it getting into the wrong hands. But seriously, you are one true sexual tiger. Your husband is a very lucky man. Not only do you have one of the most perfect bodies that I have ever seen, but you also have a real strong libido that was just waiting for the right time to make itself known. Last night your husband gained a real winner in bed.”
“You think I have a nice body?” I said, deeply shocked by her comment.
“Honey, we women are always seeing only the bad part of ourselves, we never give ourselves credit for our good parts. Your body is truly spectacular. Don’t you ever discount what a beautiful person you are! Your pink nipples alone are incredible. It is so sexy the way your nipples are held by their own little bulb.” She reached over and circled her index finger around my nipple.
I looked down and realized that she was referring to that area on my breasts, brown on most women, are pink on mine. And my nipples are on the end of a bulging pink bulb, rather than the normal flat, brown nipple area.
Rita, Shirl, Bob, and I spent the rest of the day together, enjoying the sun and each other’s company. When it came time to leave, we exchanged phone numbers and promised to stay in contact. If I only knew!
That Fateful Night with Freddie
I decided to stop and pick up some sexy teddies to replace my old flannel nightgown. I wanted to change my sexual personality in our bedroom. I wanted Freddie to see how sexy I could be.
I found a lingerie store that was open on Sunday, and went in. The store was having a modeling session of their products. A half dozen models were parading around in see through lingerie, swiveling their hips provocatively. About 20 men were there, ogling the shapely bodies as they gracefully circled the floor. I first tried to decide if there was a model that had my body shape, but gave up, not really sure what I looked like. I started to look through the racks, but was pretty distracted by all of the people. Finally I asked one of the sale persons to help me. She looked at me, asked a few questions, and led me over to a different section of the store. There she showed me several long racks that she felt would fit me and meet my needs. She showed me where the dressing room was, and requested that I keep my underwear on while trying on the merchandise. After about a half hour of rummaging and trying things on, I found one that seemed to fit in all of the crucial places, was lacey right where I wanted it to be, and was exactly my color. I paid and left.
I had enough time to go to the airport and pick up my Hubby, so I headed there to pick him up. On the way I decided to take off my bra and panties. Then I decided to roll my skirt up at the waist to shorten it, and to unbutton my blouse down far enough to grab my Husband’s attention. On the way home I was scheming on how I would seduce him into touching my private parts as I drove. By the time we got home, I expected him to be more than ready to make Love with me, no matter how tired he was from his trip.
I still had a little time after parking the car, so I went into the women’s restroom to check myself out, put on lipstick, and freshen up. I rolled my skirt up a little more, knowing that I could bend over just a bit to give Freddie a view of my butt and lips if I was facing away from him. I decided to unbutton another button on my blouse. When I turned sideways, I could clearly see the roundness of the bottom of my breasts as I stood straight up. When I bent over, or flexed my shoulders forward, I would be able to flash my nipples at him. I decided I was ready, and went to the gate, newly mindful of the stares from other men as I walked by. I have to say their stares were welcome, I found I appreciated them appreciating me. I felt confident that Freddie would get an erection as we were walking back to the car. I began to fantasize about him feeling my body as I drove, and was surprised as I felt my wetness begin begin deep within me.
I turned the corner into his gate, and stopped short.
There he was! Kissing that FUCKING BITCH in a tight embrace! Her eyes watched me as stood there staring., watching him kiss her……….right there in public. She stuck her tongue down his throat and increased the passion of her kiss, watching me the whole time. She caressed the back of his neck, and ground her hips into his crotch. I watched as he responded by moving his hips tightly into her.
I turned on my heal, swirling my dress out as I turned. I suppose anybody sitting within twenty feet of me could not have missed my total nakedness as I turned. I strode off, returning to my car, fuming, oblivious to the ogling stares.
Back in my car I cried, screamed, beat on the steering wheel, then sobbed for about forty minutes.
Worn out, I leaned my seat back and started to think. I realized that I had just done everything that he had probably done, so I couldn’t claim to be injured. I realized that I may even have had sex with many people, while he had probably only had sex with one. I began to realize that this was going to be much more complicated than I was previously willing to admit.
After a while, I finally regained some sanity and began to problem solve. I decided, in the end, that 1) potential sexually transmitted diseases would be contained by our primary birth control method, condoms, and 2) that I would make love to him, then get him to talk to me afterwards when he was feeling our closeness. I would simply get him to talk about why he had done it with that FUCKING BITCH, then decide whether to tell him about my weekend.
The lights were on when I pulled up in front of the house, so I knew he was already there. He was in the shower when I entered the bedroom. I decided to lay on the bed and read my sex manual until he came out of the shower. I didn’t get much reading done, but I did look at a lot of pictures. He took a much longer shower than usual, then loitered in the bathroom. I decided to go in a start our reconciliation there.
He averted his eyes as I walked in, and I could tell right a way that he felt guilty. I walked over and caressed his firm little butt with both hands through his towel. Since I had never done that before, he looked at me in the mirror, rather startled. I winked at him and said “Hey big boy, want to dance?”
Seemingly reluctantly he turned around, seeing me in my short-short dress and unbuttoned blouse for the first time. His eyes were immediately drawn to my breasts, and I felt a small measure of hope. I knelt in front of him and slowly removed his towel, exposing him to me in the light for the very first time. Freddie had a very nice looking penis I realized, now that I had enough experience to know the difference. I kissed his stomach, and caressed his thighs, then his butt cheeks. My kisses moved slowly downward until I reached the top of his hairline. I remained there kissing his muscled lower stomach as my hands slid around to between his legs, and began to rise, the back of my hands caressing his inner thighs. He began to unfurl, his Head touching my neck.
My hands reached his scrotum, lightly stroking it with one hand as I again caressed his bottom. I could hear his breathing pattern shortening. I continued kissing down into his blond hair, reaching the top of his gorgeous penis. My first kiss there resulted in a dramatic rise. His Erection was so powerful and so rapid that it pushed my face away, rubbing up past my cheek, then lodging against my ear, under my hair, pulsing softly in anticipation.
I turned my head and began sowing kisses down the length of his Shaft. I wrapped my hand around his Shaft, and realized that he had a very thick Shaft, in comparison to the Men that I had seen at the Camp. Caressing it with my finger tips, I also realized that it was the shape of a “J-Cock” so revered by Shirl and Rita. I decided to tell them in my first call to them.
Reaching the End, I caressed the bottom of his Head with my tongue, allowing just the tip of my tongue to wrap up over the clevis at its vermilion tip. I began lapping at his Helmet as though it was an ice cream cone. Freddie’s breath was coming faster and faster. Suddenly He jerked and copious crème spurted onto my surprised face, dripping down onto my open blouse and exposed breasts. More frantic jerks of his penis yielded spurt after spurt of his wonderful crème. There was so much that it ran down over my rolled skirt and onto my dress, pooling there. I could not believe how much there was. I was absolutely soaked in my beloved Husband’s bountiful crème. In the back of my mind I wondered if this meant that perhaps he had not actually cum inside of the BITCH, and hope began to rise inside me.
I must have looked shocked, because Freddie started apologizing profusely, he was mortified at having done this to me, especially to have so covered me with his sperm.
To put him at ease, I opened my mouth, and sucked in his Manhood, milking it for anything that was left. Then I rubbed my hands up my stomach, over my breasts and up my neck, then sipped his bounteous, sweet crème from them. I brought my nipples to my mouth and licked them clean, then brought the pool of crème in my lap up to my mouth and drank it. As I raised my dress, Freddie realized that I was naked under my dress too. He had never seen my naked breasts before, let alone my lower Lips.
His eyes locked onto Her, his Manhood again began to unfurl. I coaxed it with tickles and kisses, and soon He was again erect and throbbing. I marveled at how quickly he could again rise to full Strength.
Reaching for a condom, I grabbed his grand Erection and led him toward our bed.
Teasing his Shaft and Head with my tongue, I rolled the condom down his beautiful Spear, then maintaining my grasp, I rolled onto my back, raised my legs, and pulled his Head to my Opening. He thrust forward into my already lubricated opening, and filled me with one thrust, his soft scrotum pausing to caress my bottom. Without further hesitation he withdrew and thrust again, and again. Each thrust filled Me to capacity, then created suction as He withdrew. When I closed my eyes, I could feel his Head as it passed up and down my cuddling Canal. I could feel His soft caress on my bottom each time his supple Sack stroked Me, dallying against and kissing my rear Portal each time he thrust. His Thickness felt distinctly different than those Thrusts I had felt last night, more soft, more pliable, hotter, more pleasurable. I could feel myself rising toward my own Peak. My legs began to tense, my back to arch, raising my Openness toward Him, matching him thrust for thrust. I opened my eyes and saw him grimace as he neared his Orgasm. Knowing that he was near was all it took for me to go over the Edge. My Womanhood sucked and sucked on him. He began to thrust very hard, driving me against the headboard. He was incredibly hot inside Me, and so hard that I could feel the ridges along his veins as he passed up and down inside my love Canal.
After we had collapsed into a cuddling pile, he began to cry, sobbing in my arms as he confessed that he had been with the BITCH. I let him talk it all out without interruption, caressing his back and neck as his sobs continued, then slowly subsided. He confided that my body was much, much more beautiful than hers, she had saggy boobs, and that she was rather selfish in the sack. I listened to all of this not quite sure whether to come clean as well. He looked tearfully into my eyes, and forcefully blurted out that he had not been able to cum inside her, because he kept thinking about me, and how he was injuring our relationship. He said that he realized that he had done the horrible thing by even entering her with his cock, but that he hoped I could see that it was at least an indication of how our relationship was more important to him than screwing her. I finally decided that the best route to take would be to strike a compromise. I told him that if he ever felt lustful toward another woman in the future, and fantasizing with me was not good enough, that we should discuss whether he should bring her home and have sex with her with me there with them.
He was kind of shocked!
“Are you saying a threesome?” he asked.
“If that is what it takes to keep you happy, I am willing to talk about it,” I replied. “But, just remember, that would mean that I get to have a threesome with you and another guy, just to be fair.” I thought that that would probably slow him down a little.
“When do you want to do it?” he asked!
I couldn’t back down now, so I asked “Which are we doing first, two guys and a girl, or a girl, me and you?”
“Can I tell you one of my fantasies?”
“Of course,” I replied uncertainly. I wasn’t sure if I was making progress here or not.
“I have fantasized about watching another man’s cock fucking your cunt.” he whispered. Not only had I never heard him use these words before, but I was shocked to hear that he wanted to watch another man Have me!
“What all does your fantasy include?” I said, blushing
“In my fantasy, we go out of town, rent a hotel room, and then go downstairs to the bar in the hotel. You are dressed real sexy, and don’t have any underwear on, bra or panties. We dance for awhile, and I caress your butt as other men watch. If someone is particularly interested, I slowly raise your dress until he can see the bottom of your bare hips swaying to the music. Then I pretend to go to the restroom. You make eye contact with him and he comes over and asks you to dance. You rub your bare pussy against his cock while your are dancing, and when he gets a roaring hard on, you suggest that you two go to a dark table at the back of the bar to get more comfortable. You pull out his cock and play with it while you let him play with your tits and pussy. If you decide he’s the one that you want to fuck, you lean down and suck his cock until he will do whatever you want. Then you suggest that he take you up to our room, and whisper in his ear that that your husband wants to watch him fuck you.”
When you enter the room, you say “Honey, I want you to let this guy fuck my pussy. Is that all right?”
I say “Only if I can watch,” and from there you start kissing him, undressing him, sucking his cock, getting him so turned on that he begs you to let him fuck you. You put on his rubber, then ask me to guide his cock into your cunt. I come over and actually place his cock into you. Then I get real close and watch his balls slap your ass, his cock spread your cunt lips wide open, watch him pump his cock in and out of your cunt as your pussy lips suck on him, and I then watch him come inside your pussy, filling your cunt to overflowing! His cum runs down your ass and I lick it off and out of you.”
“Honey, are you serious about this, you really want to do this, or do you just want to act out the fantasy with me?”
“I think I would like to actually do it! If it is OK with you, of course.” His eyes dropped to his stomach in shyness, realizing that he had just bared his fantasy life to me, for better or for worse.
I realized that I could either encourage him to keep talking, cradling his growing trust in our intimacy, or shut him down with a snide comment. In one weekend we had gone from inhibited husband and wife to a swinging couple! My head was swimming.
“Are there any other fantasies that you want to do?”
“Well, yes. I have quite a few. Another fantasy is that I get to shave all of the hair off your pussy, then we go dancing. You have no underwear on. You really get into the dancing, and join several of the girls on the tables. Your dress is so short that when you are up above them on the table, all of the guys can see your bald pussy. You enjoy their stares and begin to dance near the edge of the tables so that all of the guys get a really good view. They all start reaching up trying to touch your bald pussy. You keep dancing, but get just close enough that they can touch your thighs, but not quite your pussy. Someone yells, “I’ll give you a hundred dollars to touch your bald pussy lips!”
You say, “For five hundred, your can put it up inside my bald pussy!” He agrees and you squat, knees wide apart, in front of him, your pussy stretched wide open, ready for his intrusion. He slowly slides the five one hundred dollar bills in and out of you until someone else pushes him out of the way and the next guy starts jamming hundred dollar bills up inside you. You get so turned on that you pull up your blouse and start playing with your tits, every man watching and drooling. The guys get so wild that they pull you down and grope you all over, shoving everything they can find up you, sticking their fingers tongues, thumbs, billfolds, and anything else they can find. One guy sticks a long neck beer bottle head up you. I come over and pull you out and we leave. We come home and make love, then take the money out of you.”
“That would be awfully scary for me. I don’t like that one as well, babe.”
“I know, that one I realize should stay a fantasy. I mostly have that one when we need some money anyway. In my fantasy, you have over five thousand pussy cum soaked dollars inside you!”
“If we are going to do any of these things, then we should video tape them.” I said, hoping that would perhaps slow him down.
“OK!” I decided to shut up while I was still ahead!
We agreed to talk more about fantasies, but to plan very carefully. I never got around to telling him about my weekend, and he never did ask.
The Movie
Hubby came home all excited. “Honey! I have found a movie that I want us to go to tonight!” He handed me a glass of wine.
“What is the title of it?”
“I’m not sure hun, but it is at a downtown theatre. One of those new wave ones. My buddy was telling me about it today. He and his wife went and he said he really enjoyed it!”
“What kind of thing should I wear, Honey?”
“Wear that dress that buttons down the front. You know, the slinky fabric one that I bought you. Bottoms up babe!” He toasted to us and I drank a big gulp.
“OK.” I get dressed and twirl in front of him as I enter the living room.
“You look gorgeous baby! But would you take your bra off for me please?” He entwines his arm with mine and we drink again. He holds my arm up with his arm so that I again swallow a large amount.
I shrug and return to the bedroom to take off my bra and put it away. I return to the living room and again twirl to gain his approval.
“God, it would be sooooooooooo sexy. Heres to how sexy my beautiful wife is!” We again drink to the toast. “Bottoms up babe!” I finish the glass, amazed at how good a mood he is in.
He hands me a refilled glass. He sensuously wets my lips with his finger tip that he has wetted in his wine glass. We talk a bit and he again says “Bottom sup babe! We need to get going if we are going to make I on time. By the way, would you do me a really big favor, Honey? I would just be so excited if you would also take you panties off, baby! I want to be able to see you without that damn panty line showing tonight!”
I am a little nervous, but I am still feeling very good about our relationship and how much it is improving, so I impetuously decide to grant his each and every desire for the evening.
The theatre is on a back street, brick, in the back of a parking lot. The billboard says ‘XXX Back Room Gambles XXX.’ I have never been to an X-rated movie before, never even watched a sexy video.
HMMMMMMMM! Warning bells go off. I remind myself of my previous decision to go along with his ideas for this evening. I re-commit to my decision.
We purchase our tickets and stand in a short line as the previous crowd exits. I notice that many of them have disheveled clothing, as though they had gotten dressed too fast.
We enter the theater itself. Hubby buys us both a drink at the another wine at the mini-bar in the lobby. We continue in to the theatre itself.
I inhale the rank smell of recent sex. My nose flares as I sniff the atmosphere.
My Husband leads me to the fourth row from the back. There is a separating half-wall two rows up from us. I notice that there is more than average room between rows in this theatre. In fact there appears to be enough room between rows for another full row to be put in. The seating is stadium seating, so there is room for a person to trip and fall into the unfilled aisle and row below.
The seats cushions are covered in cheap easily washable slick fabric. The arms separating seats can be swung up out of the way. When we enter they are mostly in the up position.
We sip our wines. There is a slightly salty taste on the lip of my glass, but I can not see anything when I inspect it for dirt.
A man comes in and sits next to me. There are few people here yet, but he sits right next to me. I sneak a glance over at him and realize that he has on a short pair of running briefs. His shirt is a tank top with his arms bare. He is obviously a bodybuilder. His skin is very tan. He smells faintly of light cologne. It smells fresh, and wet.
I relax a bit as he seems to ignore me as we wait for the movie to start.
The movie theatre continues to fill until there are people in most of the seats. Hubby urges me to finish the wine so that he can get me another one before the movie starts. I bottoms up and give him my glass. He sits beside me again jus as the lights go down.
The picture starts. Within the first 20 seconds a woman is sucking on a man’s penis in full 3D color glory. The penis appears about 80 feet long and 20 feet in diameter as we watch it enter and leave her mouth. The angle is from under his Manhood, so her chin is also in full view. The camera moves back and forth with his thrusts into her mouth, as thought the cameras is attached to his scrotum. I understand now why it is a 3D movie. The effect of the movement is incredible in 3D. I shrink back each time we zoom toward the lips and chin. Then feel as though I am moving in reverse as we pull away.
I feel my husband put his arm around me, and I snuggle up to his broad shoulder.
He caresses my arm as the monstrous penis begins to enter the woman’s lower Opening. Her clitoris is about 10 feet tall it seems. The focus is absolute, so every dimple, wrinkle, and bit of moisture is in glorious 3 dimensional Technicolor.
The camera pulls away and the gigantic penis is now aimed directly at the camera. Sperm bursts from the end of the penis like a cannon aimed at my breast. I flinch as it looks like it will drown me in manly crème.
My Husband’s hand is stroking the side of my un-contained breast now. I feel his fingers softly stroking up and down my sensitive skin. I feel my nipple harden.
I watch as the woman and the man enter a door into a room where gambling is going on. The tables and the poker chips are visible. They sit down to play cards with four others, two men, two women. The bidding starts after the cards are dealt, and soon someone is removing an article of clothing. The camera is at table level, right next to the card discard pile. Every card is thrown right at my face as the game is played. Within minutes, breasts and penises are all that are still on the card player. The camera moves to the floor and a woman stand up and spreads her female opening as the camera is pointed directly at her. The breasts are bobbing up and down in dramatic fashion as she moves. Her fingers enter her and move in and out, the camera magnifying the action in its 3D way.
Next a man stands, the camera catching the bobbing of his penis in graphic detail as his balls and penis are stroked and manipulated by first his hands and then one of the women’s hands.
I feel my wetness creeping down my thigh as I watch this graphic sex occurring seemingly right in front of my nose. My nipples are hard and my breathing is increasing rapidly. I can feel my breasts moving up and down in time to the naked ones on the screen.
My Husband’s fingers move softly across the front of my breast until they reach my hard nipple. I see him smile out of the corner of my eye.
His hand moves inside my dress. I feel the skin of his fingers on my nakedness. His fingers glide down my breast to again tickle my hard nipple. His thumb unbuttons the top button of my dress. My naked cleavage is in view to anybody that looks.
One of the women is now lying on the poker table, her feet in the air, and the camera captures the incoming penetration of the males penis. I can see her lips swell apart as her opening stretches to accepts his large member. He glides in and in and in until it feels like his cock must be a mile long, and probing my own opening before he stops moving toward me.
I furtively look out of the corner of my eye at the body builder. He does not seem to be looking at me.
My Husband unbuttons another button. The bottoms of my naked breasts are now visible to anybody that wishes to look at me, rather the raw sex occurring on the screen.
I catch the bodybuilder’s secretive gaze out of the corner of my eye.
I see a couple a row ahead of us groping each other, and I watch as he lowers her tank top exposing her back and breasts to his fondling, and to my eyes and the eyes of everyone in the theater. She leans her head back in lust as he gulps her breasts and suckles her nipples. My wetness has now reached my buttocks. I can feel the wet puddle that I sit in.
I look over my shoulder, and glance at a man sucking on another man’s penis in full view. They make no attempt to hide their activity.
Hubby’s hand is now caressing my breasts with abandon. He pulls the fabric of my dress back away from my curves as he looks down and gazes at my now visible nipple. I look out of the corner of my eye and see the tip of the bodybuilder’s penis protruding from his shorts, next to his leg.
To my left I see a man plunge into a woman’s exposed Sex. His penis is plunging in and out of her as other men hold her legs raised high in the air. Her bottom is about at the top of the chair backs, and she supports her torso by her arms splayed back over the seat backs behind her. Her breasts are bounding up and down as he plunges in and out of her. Just then another man moves over her and inserts his member into her mouth. She sucks vigorously, obviously enjoying the phallic attention.
Hubby removes the fabric covering my other breast. Both of my breasts are now visible in the flickering light of the theatre. The body builders penis is now very visible, stretching straight out from the short fabric covering. My husband’s fingers are kneading my nipple. My breasts are very white behind his suntanned hand.
He pulls the fabric down the side of my shoulders, further baring my orbs to the world. I look down to see his other hand unbutton another button. The hair on the top of my mound is now visible to me and others.
The body builders penis is now standing erect. My nipples are rocks under my Husband’s fingers. My eyes are watching the bodybuilders penis bobbing in time to his heartbeat. My heart is thundering in my chest. I feel a rippling tightness between my Openings. My breathing is coming in gasps. I gaze at the many couples copulating in the open, publicly having sex with great abandon. I see several couples link up and play with multiple partners. Many women have accepted multiple male members into their orifices. I see males playing with males, females playing with females, and every body is naked. My nose again flares with the pungent smell of new cum and randy women’s spread wide openings.
This is an orgy, I realize! That realization snaps some link inside me. I want to participate in this wanton abandonment of normal societal mores.
I look down to see my last button being unfastened. My dress falls open, off my lap, exposing me fully to the other people in the theatre. My breasts are fully naked to anyone’s gaze. My pubic hair is available to anyone’s observance. I am as naked as I was at the nudist camp, for all practical purposes. I am naked and exposed. I look at the bodybuilder’s penis, it is being slowly stroked by his hand. I look up and he meets my eyes. He smiles at me, then shifts his gaze to my naked breasts, then licks his lips as he openly stares directly at my naked crotch and breasts.
My Husband whispers, “Touch his cock with your hand, baby” in my ear.
My hand, seemingly on its own volition, reaches out toward his throbbing manhood. My mouth is in the shape of an O. His hips lift in anticipation of my finger’s touch. His free arm goes around my naked shoulders as I make contact with the skin of his penis. He pulls me toward him. I feel his bicep against my shoulder. He is very strong. My naked shoulder warms to he skin. My breast brushes against his powerful arm. His hand lowers to rest on my other breast, exposed, naked, vulnerable, now available to this stranger’s every touch. His fingers massage my other nipple. I shudder with incredible desire. My sexual senses are in overload. Sex is surrounding me, touching me, inviting me to be released from that up-to-now very repressed woman. I want to do what I had until now only t fantasized in my dreams, and within my secret heart.
My Husband reaches between my legs and pulls them gently apart. He raises one leg and places it on the armrest. He raises my other leg, and places it on the other armrest. My long legs are now widely spread. I scoot down in my seat so that my Opening is fully visible and accessible to the bodybuilder’s touch and even penetration, if he should choose to touch my nakedness, my female sex parts.
I watch his other hand leave his penis and travel in slow motion toward my widely spread Sex Opening. I can smell my own randiness. His fingers caress my thrust forward clitoris. He circles the palm of his hand on my breast. He tests its elasticity. He squeezes it gently. One finger slowly caresses my lower Lips.
My hand is slowly stroking the throbbing, velvety skin of his penis. I tingle as I feel the soft skin of his shaft. I touch his glans, and feel his cock jump at my touch.
His finger enters my love Canal. Only my Husband and M have touched me there before tonight. The finger slowly fills Me, then leaves Me empty craving its return. His finger is very large and thick. I feel the friction of his calluses as he inserts himself into my opening, then again withdraws it. He moves his wet finger to his mouth, and samples my Sauce. He shows approval by moaning as he withdraws his finger from his sucking lips.
He reinserts his finger into my spread, sodden, weeping opening. I realize that I am so wet that my thighs, buttocks, and dress are soaked. My dress under my bottom is so sodden with my juices that I may have to discard it.
My Husband is keenly watching the stranger insert his finger into me and withdrawing it. He watches my hand stroking the stranger’s rigid pulsing penis. He watches the stranger handle my breast with his large, well-muscled hands. He smiles to see my wetness glistening in the flickering light, riding in and out on the strangers finger as it slowly enters me, then withdraws again, and again, and again. I crave its presence inside me.
The fluttery feeling deep between my Openings is swelling to consume other parts of me. The feeling engulfs all of me. My female parts surge like a tidal wave of indescribably strong force. I feel as though I cannot resist this overpowering wave of sensation. My nipples are so hard that they feel as though they will burst. My little clitoris is so extended that I can clearly see it sticking out of my lower lips, as if it too wants to watch the orgiastic spectacle of the stranger using me in what ever way he desires. My hips begin to thrust in concert with the movements of his finger. I feel like a marionette on his finger puppet strings. He withdraws his fingers, and I follow his movement. He thrusts them back into me, and I must respond in kind.
I feel my Opening begin to softly spasm. It begins to grip and suck on his finger as my mouth would suck on my mother’s nipple. He increases the rate at which he is penetrating me. My hips instinctively follow his lead. My belly is quivering with desire. I increase the speed at which I am stroking his penis. I watch it quiver, then suddenly it erupts into spasms, and gobs of white sticky crème covers my nipples, my breasts, my hair, my face.
I lick his cum from around my mouth. I revel in the taste of him. I cannot bring myself to stop stroking his penis from top to bottom, up and down. The smell of his cum overpowers me. My own decadent scent of randiness mingles with his rank smell of new cum.
He does not soften. He continues to finger me deeply after only a slight pause. I feel his sperm traveling down my quivering belly.
Hubby whispers, “Suck his cock baby! Go ahead, make him a happy man while I watch you give him a blow job. Let everybody here watch you suck him off like a wanton slut would.”
I look at the stranger’s erection with my mouth watering. I feel my tongue lick my lips in anticipation of his maleness entering my sucking aperture.
My Husband places his hand on the back of my head, and ever so gently applies pressure in the direction of the strangers throbbing pulsing penis. I feel my mouth nearing his vermilion cockhead. I feel my lips part as I arrive at the opening at the tip of his cockhead. I lick the opening with my wanton tongue in order to taste the bit of white cum oozing out. My breathing has almost stopped as I gasp for air. My chest heaves. I cannot stop myself. I rise up in my seat and engulf his manly cum soaked cock in my suckling ravenous mouth.
My husband removes the rest of my sodden cum covered dress, now that I am no longer sitting on it. I think vaguely that my bottom is now visible to all of the other patrons. But I decide that I do not care. My naked breasts and rock hard nipples are hanging in full view of everybody. They are all watching me suck on a total stranger’s cock meat. A cock that I have just met a few moments ago. I am a wonton slut tonight. I am servicing a complete stranger in public, in full view of everyone watching. Hundreds of people can see me sucking on this stranger’s penis. I do not care. My body literally trembles with sexual excitement.
My Husband spreads my raised naked butt cheeks and begins to lap at my bottom opening. I feel his finger join the stranger’s as they fill my void again. My mouth is dining voraciously on the stranger’s meat. I lick and suck as though I am famished. I feel fingers invade my rear opening, having lubricated themselves in my female wetness. They stretch me open as though to prepare me for a further onslaught of penetration. The hands continues to spread that rear portal until I can feel four fingers inside me, circling, penetrating me, openly fucking into my asshole in front of god and everyone. The fingers slowly, reluctantly withdraw with a final circular motion. I feel abandoned there. I want to be refilled.
I feel the vibrant heat of the head of a penis press against my Rosebud. I am so wet, and so stretched open that there is no resistance to the penetration by the unknown penis. On the very first delicious thrust it fully fills me. I feel complete again. I do not even look to see who is inside me.
My mouth must suck on this stranger’s meat until I have the mandatory satisfaction of him cumming into and filling my greedy sucking mouth. I must have his sperm in my mouth. I fuck his cock with my mouth. I know what that means now. I fuck his cock with my mouth. I fuck the strangers cock meat with my fucking mouth. I shiver at the knowledge of my newfound depravity. I erupt into a screaming orgasm as I visualize hundreds of men and women watching me mouth fuck this total stranger’s cock in public.
My own clutching, spasming orgasm brings the penis thrusting deep inside my rear to explosion. I feel its hot sperm fill my ass-cunt. I am somehow so full of wanton wetness, that there is little room inside me for the sperm, and it immediately runs back out and further saturates my thighs with its white sticky fluid. I feel the penis withdraw, but I feel a draft of air that carnally enters me as my asshole remains open, inviting further penetration there.
I feel very hard throbbing penis enter my front portal. I continue to devour the stranger’s meat in my mouth. I feel the new penis spasm almost upon entry, and I realize that I now have at least three men’s sperm on, and in, my naked sluttish body.
Another penis enters me without preamble, and I feel it is much larger than the other two were. I look back and realize that the new stranger fucking me in my wanton and clutching slut’s cunt opening is a black man. His dark skin is almost invisible in the dim light.
I shudder with another orgasm as I feel the strangers’ cocks fuck me in both ends. The stranger’s cock in my mouth erupts and fills my mouth with divine tastes. I cannot hold it all and it runs down his cock meat. I lick each escaping rivulet off, then look for another cock to suck on. The penis in my ass is now cumming and it too adds to my overly full cunt. I have cum running from both openings all the way to my feet. I vaguely think about my being fertile at this time. My fertility is mid cycle, perfect for impregnation. I rummily think about the black man’s sperm impregnating my fertile womb. He has filled me with his potency, his sticky gobs of baby making cream. I feel his cum add to the sticky mess of my thighs. I feel it run down onto my clitoris. I fantasize my clit sucking on the sperm that may have impregnated my body. He remains hard deep inside me, and continues to thrust into my womb. He grunts and mutters while he fucks my cunt. I hear snippets of what he says. Things like “…tight white cuny meat…” and “…goin’ black you fuckin slu…” and “…neva feel sasfied gin wit white meat you slu…”.and, “…take my black baby makin cum i‘side yo fuckin twat, yo bitch cunt slu whore.” I shiver in lust at being called these names in front of everyone, my Husband, the other strangers around me!
Again he fucks my cunt to orgasm as I scream my ecstasy. His massive cock thrusts to depths that I did not know I had. I can feel my stomach expand and contract with his fucking thrusts. My cunt is stretched, and I can feel the cock meat on the side walls of my fertile womb. His meat is so thick that the friction on the sides of my cunt drives me over the edge into a continuous uninterrupted explosive orgasm in which I lose track of time in. I float in wanton lust. I am my cunt.
The big black man explodes a second time deep inside me. His baby-making load of sperm is deposited right on the opening of my cervix. It pools deeply in the newly stretched sack that is next to the mouth of my womb. As I continue to cum I see the sperm racing to impregnate my ova. I see my baby grow inside me, with curly hair and black skin. I see a black baby suckling at my breast. I watch in my minds eye as I change his diapers, and watch as his massive penis sprays urine all over my naked breasts. The piss runs down my belly and drowns my clitoris. My orgasm slowly subsides as he stops thrusting, waiting inside me to allow all of his seed to escape into me.
He withdraws, milks out the last gobs of white cum onto my back, and I hear him tell my Husband that I “…ain’t neva goin be sasfied by his lil white cawk ‘gin, mothafucker. She goin’ crave black cawk afta this fuckin! You miz well jus cide not to eva try fukin yur wife ‘gin! She dun gon black now!”
I feel a mouth cover and lap at my well stretched cunt opening. I feel a tongue licking the juices far up inside my still gaping opening. It licks and sucks at the rivers of white globules of cum that pour out from both of my wanton slut-cunts. The tongue laps and slurps on my juices, and lasciviously slurps my clit, I have another thundering orgasm. I hear my own voice shrieking at the top of my lungs,” I’m cumming, I’m cumming, Oh GOD fucking damn fuck! I’m fucking cumming again!”
The orgasm will not release me. It controls me. I am a slave to its shuddering ravishes.
The tongue moves to my asshole and it laps the juices from that well. The used and overfilled orifice is cleaned of cum as I shudder, totally over the edge, out of control. My head sags and I as look between my legs I realize that it is my Husband’s mouth and tongue sucking and cleaning my slut’s orifices of the copious cum of other men.
I lose consciousness.
The Following Day
My Husband explained to me that everybody that had their way with me at the theatre are friends of his, and that he had invited them to participate well before we went to the theater. He told me not to fret about it, as “he had everything under control.” I again think of the baby making cum that has for hours now entered into and been serching my womb’s canals in search of my ova. My womb may already be fertilized. I may now be pregnant, with child, without ever knowing who the father of my child is. My Husband may not think about these things, I realize. I voice my fear of pregnancy occurring last night. He looks at me with disgust and says, “Stop being so worried. I told you I have it all under control.”
I thought a lot about how strongly I had reacted last night to the sexual stimuli. I could not believe the things I had done. I obsessed about the black man’s copious cum that had been twice deposited deep inside my fertile belly. I knew that it had surely filled me to overflowing, and therefore had twice as much opportunity to impregnate me.
My Husband looks into my eyes, grins, and says, “Honey, all of the men that fucked your whore cunt and came unprotected inside you last night were black. What do you think of that?”
I sat down without the energy to get back up. He walked out the door with one backward look of disdain at his slut wife. I search my mind for the strength to go on.
I decide that if I don’t talk to somebody about what is happening to me, I will implode into numbing fear. I call his best friend and catch him at home. I ask where my Husband likes to go drinking after work. He names a bar that I recognize as being from near the theatre we attended last night. I ask if he went there yesterday. His friend says he thinks so.
I grab my keys and drive to the location of the bar. I enter and sit at a back booth. I order a wine. It is too early to drink wine, so I don’t know why I did that. I sit and listen and watch.
About an hour later I see a group of three black and one white man enter together. They are obviously good friends. They take a table and start to laugh and tell jokes to each other. Another man enters and joins them. He is the body builder that sat next to me.
I move closer so that I can hear their conversation. The bodybuilder is complaining because, “…that slut let you fuckers fuck her cunt, but only gave me a fuckin head job….” Then, “…I can’t believe that guy let use all fuck her without a condom on….” Then, “…Yous telling me that she wan’t on no pill, and her man was tryin ta get he knocked up by a black man?” Then, “…He woon’t gib me ma money back afta I fucked her. I only got two, mebee tree strokes for I cum in her cunt. She’s rilly a tite cunted gal.”
I am numb. I can not think. The tears flow down my face and rip onto my blouse. I have not the strength to wipe them off. My sobbing gains their attention.
“Look, there tha whore be now!” he points at me. “She is cryin like a baby! Look at thaet.”
The body builder gets up and comes over to my table.
“Hey baby, what the tears for?” He sit down and hands me a large red hanky. He leans forward and his eyes soften. He begins to fathom what I am feeling, I can see it in his eyes.
“Hey you fuckers, come ‘er and lets get the res’ a her story.”
They join us at my table, and all five lean forward as they see my tears flowing from my eyes unabated.
“What da heyll is happnin baby? You look lke sheet wamed ober.”
I tell them my side of the story. How I thought we were just going to a good movie, I had never had another man inside me before last night. I’m not on the pill. I am in my fertile period of the month. I was had by total strangers in public. I have never acted like this before in my whole entire life. I don’t know what to do. And now they said my husband was trying to get me pregnant by a stranger? Why is he doing this to me. “Did you actually pay him for last night?”
They all look at each other in shock, then look back at me and nod their heads.
“So you are telling me that my husband sold my body to you last night?”
The black man that had me last, last night, says, “Baby, we had no idea! This guy comes in here yesterday afternoon an tol us that his lady friend wanted some sex ‘citement that evening. She had asked ‘im go find some men that would gang fuck ‘er. He axed if we’s interested. We says meby, is she a fine woman? He showed your piture to us. We all says we’d like have some that fine white ass! He says it’ll cost ya two big, pay half now, half befo you fuck ‘er. The piture is of yous’ naked. We can see yous a fine looking woman. We all pony up and set a time. We all knows that there theeter sells date rape drugs at their bar. Baby, ya’ll been had by yur husband. We’se sorry, but we dint know no better. We just thot yous some kinky woman looking for kink. God we’se sorry baby! We’d niver dun thet if wee’d knowed!”
My tears have stopped by know. I sniffle for a while. The men are all so uncomfortable that my heart goes out to them. They all obviously feel terrible about my plight.
“Tells yo what baby, we’ll all kick in and pay for a borshun if’n yous pregnant, won’t we guys?” He looks at them and they all nod there heads, their long faces filled with concern.
“I baby, don’t worry bout us. We’s all clean. Ain’t any us have no disease, baby. Right guys?”
They all nod there heads in somber unison.
“Here, baby, here’s my address and numba fo you ta call anytime. You feel free to call o’l Abe if’n yous wants to.? He writes on a bar napkin and folds it, then places it in my palm.
I thank them all for their concern. I tell them that I have to go think this all through. I thank them again for their concern and leave.
The tears start again as I leave the bar. I cannot think. I drive without knowing where I am going. The ‘Need Fuel’ light finally comes on. I find a gas station and ask where I am. A kindly elderly service station attendant finds a map and draws on it how to get back home.
I stop at the nearest motel and rent a room. I lie on the smoke saturated bedspread. I look over to the side and see cum stains on the bedcover. I am too wiped out to care.
I know that I have to gain insight into my indescribably lewd behavior. Just a few months ago I couldn’t even conceive of the things I had done last night! Now I may be pregnant by a stranger, a black man’s child. Black men that I had almost begged to fuck me. I had certainly not been forced, and I had certainly not said “No!” They had fucked not only my whore’s cunt, but my whore’s asshole as well. Four men, two hundred each, eight hundred dollars. My husband had sold me to strangers for eight hundred dollars last night. He had pimped me as a hooker. He had set me up to be taken without protection from disease. He had purposely chosen the night that I was most fertile to make this happen.
I roll over and pick up the phone again. I dial Abe’s number.
“Low?”
Abe, this is the lady, well I guess I am no longer a lady… the woman that you talked to today at the bar. May I please ask you another question? Please?” The tears are starting again.
“Sho baby, ax right ahead.”
“Did my husband, when he sold my body to you, tell you that I was not on the pill, and was in my fertile time of the month?”
“Yes, baby, he says thet part yo kink was to fuck whens yous mos fertile. He says thet yous want to get fucked by black men when yous most apt ta get knocked up. Thet was yous biggest turn on of all. God!!! I’s sora fo what yous going thru, baby!”
I thank him through my tears and hang up.
Shirl and Rita suddenly spring to mind like a beckoning star in a pitch-black night. I call them. I feel a little hope.
Shirl and Rita are no help at all. They get all turned on by the news of the theatre and basically blow me off as they make plans to go there. Shirl’s last comment was, “Weren’t you seeing a sex therapist or something? Thanks for the info on the sex theater, babe, bye!”
I call my therapist’s office and leave a message that I need to make an appointment at the earliest possible time.
My period has come right on time. It was a very painful three days. I bled profusely this month. My cramps were unbearable.
I have an appointment with my therapist next week. I have not talked to my husband about what I have found out. My mind cannot comprehend how he could knowingly do this to me. My mind rebels against thinking about it.
The Out of Town Business Trip
“Honeeeeeeeey, I’m hoooome! I have to go out of town on a business trip to Phoenix tomorrow for five days. I’ll be home on Friday night, late. Her are the fish I caught. Could you clean them for me please?”
I nod my understanding. I pick up the fish.
“Hey babe, where were you last night? You weren’t home yet when I went to bed, and you had already left when I got up. Did you have fun? Girls night out?”
“Yeah, I was just talking to friends till late then was hungry this morning and grabbed a bite of breakfast.” I have just learned how to lie. Tears in the corners of my eyes.
There is no regret, or concern or doubt in his voice or on his face. Who am I married to? He heads off for the shower.
How can I make this work, I ask myself. I have to make this work. I do not want a divorce. I don’t believe in divorce. Divorce is for losers that don’t know how to compromise. We can work this out. I’m just sure that we can work this out. I’ll talk to my therapist about what happened. He will be able to help me work this out. My husband is not a bad guy. Maybe he was just really excited the other night.
I continue to rationalize my inability to face facts. I try to shut out the episode in the theatre last weekend.
I decide to visit The Freedom Club again while he is gone. I can relax and think there without interruption. I call and make reservations for four days.
Fred leaves, and I pack and leave. The drive to the Club is filled with blurry, tear blocked vision.
I arrive and check in to my bungalow. I disrobe and head out into the sunshine. I spread my suntan lotion onto all the places I can reach. An elderly woman helps me put lotion on my back.
The Video Camera
My Husband brought home a video camera today. He is so excited about it. He showed me that the camera can be completely controlled by the remote. Even panning and going up and down.
I asked him why He bought such a fancy one, and he told me that he wants to video us Making Love, “and anything else we do….” It appears He is still thinking of His fantasies.
He is setting the camera up in the basement in the guest room. He has also brought home some hand cuffs and a few penis looking things. There is a bar that has handcuffs on each end as well.
“Honey, go put on your sexiest nighty and robe. I want to try out the camera tonight, Sweety.”
I return to the guest room after changing into my white sheer lacey teddy and my red see-through robe. My curiosity was aroused. What did Freddie have in mind? I was visualizing a number of possibilities, all of which made me nervous. I should have saved my energy, because I would never in my wildest imagining have been able to predict what the evening would bring.
Fred had the wine glasses out and filled, the mood music on, and the bed turned back when I walked into the room. The lights were still on, and several spotlights were shining at the bed.
Fred held up my glass to me, and we entwined arms, drinking the white wine. He encouraged me to drink it straight down. I did drink it more quickly than I normally do. Normally a glass lasts all night, but as I was learning, wine has a powerful aphrodisiac affect on me.
As soon as the glass was empty, my Husband refilled it, and continued to toast the present, the past, the new moon, etc. Needless to say, three glasses of wine went down in a hurry. I was soon feeling no pain, and everything started happening in slow motion
Fred lead me to the bed, and laid me down. He got up several times to assure that the camera was pointing the right direction. Each time he would come back to the bed, lie down and look at the camera. After a while he relaxed and started kissing me gently, caressing my breasts. I could feel my body begin to respond to his touch, just like at the camp when I was watching the people inside the room.
His gently warm hands caressed me for an extended period, and I could feel my wetness becoming intense within my Opening. He slowly spread my legs apart so that he could pet Her. I grew more and more excited, feeling him touch me so intimately, so gently, so passionately. I could feel his Hardness against my leg.
I reached down and caressed his magnificent Shaft through his PJs, His breathing rate increased dramatically. His hands continued to softly, slowly caress me until I was so quivery that I could barely contain myself. I was shivering with desire for my wonderful Husband.
He reached behind the bed and brought out the handcuffs.
“Honey, lets put these on you.”
I am so quivery that I do not resist.
He fastens my hands to the bed stand. He continues to stroke me with those wonderful warm, masculine hands. I am in a delirium of desire.
Fred brings the bar with cuffs into view and explains to me that they are used to assure that the woman can stay widely spread during Lovemaking. He explained it would allow me to relax during our Lovemaking. I nodded my head yes, since I knew He wanted me to do this.
He was so excited. His Manhood was straight out while he moved about, harnessing my feet to the shackles. I felt proud to be able to excite Him in this way.
After attaching the shackles to my feet, He again caressed my breasts and my Womanhood. I was so happy to be making him happy. My wonderful Husband lowered his head to my Opening and kissed me there. I was very widely spread by the bar, so he had no problem expressing his Kiss. He told me that my Womanhood was wide open. I remember from my book that means I am ready for penetration.
My husband took two ropes and tied my feet up to the beam above the four-poster bed.
“That will allow you to relax honey, while we all make love to you.”
“ALL! Did you say ALL honey?”
“Yes, baby, I have invited several friends over to participate, just like I talked about.”
I panic, then decide that I will allow my Husband to fulfill his fantasy, even though I am very afraid. I decide to trust Him to take care of me.
He leaves the room for several seconds, then returns with seven strange men. I do not recognize any of them. They start to take off their clothes as I watch from my shackled position.
Several of them have not worn underwear, and they all star at me. I am grateful that my Husband has left my nightie and robe on me. I feel them stare at my Opening. I remember that it is wide open, ready for penetration. My nipples are very hard, just as if my Husband was caressing them with his tongue.
They all take turns looking at the small screen on the camera. They discuss camera angles. I watch as their various Penises begin to stiffen and grow. I notice that one man is very Large. Not only is he very Long, but Thick as well. I wonder if I will be able to withstand his Penetration of my Opening.
I realize that I am staring at their Penises, not at their faces.
“Look” one of them says, “Her cunt is so wet it is running down her ass crack!”
They discuss who gets to have me first. I am given no say in the decision. I stare at the Penis that is to Have me first. It is shorter and thinner than my Husband, so I believe that I can take It inside Me without problem.
“Remember guys, I want only the last fuck to cum inside Her.” My husband maintains control of the situation, and I relax a bit knowing this.
I think about the fact that I have no birth control to protect my fertile womb. I try to calculate where I am in my monthly cycle. My Husband is not requiring any of them to wear a condom. I realize that I am mid cycle. I am at my most fertile time of the month.
I stare at my husband, trying to get his attention. He is staring at my open Flower, and the stranger’s Penis that is moving toward my Opening. The Penis that will be first to use Me tonight. I think about how I am doing this to please my Husband. He moves to the camera and checks the angle and lights. He is so hard that his Manhood is straight out in front of him, waggling as he moves. I look around the room, and all of the men are erect and waggling. Their sacks are tight, and drawn up close to the bottom of their shafts.
“Wait guys, I want to attach a TV on to the camera so that my wife can see herself getting fucked by all or your cocks.” My husband is thinking of me even at this time.
He returns with the TV from our bedroom. He attaches a few wires, and turns on the television. He adjusts it so that it is in my line of vision. I see myself hanging there, widely exposed, my nightie hiding nothing. It is very obvious that my Flower is fully opened. My Husband zooms in and I can see that the stranger was right, my Flower is gushing wetness out it’s Opening and my fluid has completely deluged my rear portal. My cheeks are awash in my juices.
“OK, first fuck! Move in and rub you cock up and down her slit and across her asshole. Rub the pussy juice around on her with your cock head. Then slowly enter her with just your cock head. Stop when your cock head is just inside her pussy hole, then pull back out and take it to her mouth. I want a good shot of her sucking your cock head clean, tasting her own juices. This will be the first time she has ever had anyone’s cock inside her but mine. So enjoy the pleasure and take your time. I want this fucking orgy to last all night.” My Husband is still in control.
I think about the nudist colony and what happened there. I have not told him that others have previously used Me.
I look at the Stranger that is poised at my Entrance. I feel his Head’s soft touch on my Opening. I feel Him probe gently into Me, then pull out and slide up and down my Slit and stop at my rear portal. He probes gently there as well. I am so wet that there is no resistance to the friction of his Head as it moves about on my Exposure. I feel my rear portal stiffen as he again probes gently against the dark rose that is my protection from his penetration.
Another of the strangers steps up beside me, and inserts his hand into my nightie. He pinches my nipple. It becomes even harder as I watch the TV screen. I see the stranger’s Head again move up and down my Opening. I realize that the flow of juices from my Opening are being parted by the helmet on his Cock. I can clearly see my Opening pulsing in anticipation of his Penetration into my Flower.
I feel another set of hands playing with my breasts. They knead my nipples, and twist them slightly. My nipples are so hard that I see the skin on my breasts follow the twisting motion of their fingers. My nightie is so sheer that it is as if I am naked before their eyes. It is a white wisp of nothing that they can penetrate without even removing it. It provides no protection from their violations of my body.
I am fully available to their every desire with me. I am shackled such that I cannot remove their hand from me. I have totally given myself to my Husband to be used as he wishes. I relax and think about what he wants. I feel my desire rise again. I look at the TV and watch as the stranger’s cock again slides to my asshole and probes it gently. The pressure is slightly stronger than the previous touch. He moves his cock head again to my cunt opening. He gently presses against me and I watch as this stranger’s cock penetrates my cunt’s opening. His head disappears into me. I am violated by a strangers cock before a TV camera and six strangers, and before my Husband, who is in control of this situation. I give in to my desire. I luxuriate in the wonderful gift that my Husband has provided for me. Seven cocks to fuck me. My husband is in control. I can relax and enjoy my experiences.
I feel my groin tighten as my first orgasm approaches. I ma not yet fucked, but I ma beginning to cum. My cunt has accepted its role in this orgy and I release my inhibitions to my orgasm. I cum violently. I can not stop the shuddering ecstasy that hold me captive. Finally it releases me as I realize they are all shouting and exclaiming on my orgasm.
“God, did you see that, she just came all over his cock! Did you get that on film?”
I look at the TV and see that I have fully soaked the crotch of the stranger fucking my wet cunt. His crotch hair is wet, and I see it run off of his balls and drip onto the sheets under my cunt and asshole.
I revel at being able to please my Husband in this way. I look at him and see his eyes raptly watching my cunt’s opening, with the stranger’s cock head stuck in it.
“OK, pull out and let her suck you clean!” My husband’s voice sounds stressed, like he is so turned on that he can hardly talk. I smile in the satisfaction of being who he wants me to be, doing what he wants me to do.
I watch the stranger’s cock head disappear from the TV screen and reappear in my vision. I open my mouth to accept my Husband’s gift to me. I taste my own juices. I suckle upon the stranger’s cock as he penetrates my mouth.
“Look at that slut, she is sucking his cock clean of her fuck juice. God, this is the best cock sucking I have ever seen a woman do. You lucky cocksucker, Fred. I wish she was my wife!”
The stranger pushes it further into my mouth until I feel it against my throat opening. He fucks back and forth in my mouth until I can no longer taste my juices on his cock head, then he pulls out of my mouth and returns to my cunt opening. I realize that my cunt is eagerly anticipating more penetration. I shudder in another wrenching orgasm as his cock head again inserts itself into me.
“God damn, she is cumming again. What a hot slut she is.” I revel in being the slut that my Husband wants me to be.
“OK, fuck her deep and hard until you are ready to shoot your load, then pull out and stroke it onto her tits and belly.” My Husband is so excited about this. I smile as I enjoy his excited approval.
I watch as the stranger shoves his cock into my aroused and panting cunt. I feel so hot there. I shudder into another orgasm, my cunt muscles griping and releasing his cock meat as he fucks in and out of my voracious cunt. I feel his cock tighten and hear his balls stop slapping my ass. I feel is cock begin to shudder deep inside my fertile cunt.
At the last minute, he jerks out of me and hand fucks his beautiful cock as it showers me with stranger cream. I have streams of cream spread from the top of my pussy hair all the way to my chin. Both breasts have several ribbons of cum on them. My nightie will need to be washed when my Husband is through with my body. The nightie has caught most of the cream and it is as though it hangs suspended in air above my body.
The first stranger collapses onto the chair beside the bed. I see cream running from his cock opening. I want to taste it, but I realize that my hands are shackled. I cannot reach for him and pull him to my mouth for proper cleaning.
The second stranger approaches my crotch. I look at his cock. It is easily as thick as my Husband’s, but not as long. The helmet at his tip is large, and a deep purple. The helmet that is his cock head has a very sharp point centered on his piss hole. The helmet is the largest diameter of anything on his penis.
“Now I want you to fuck in to her cunt until you are nice and wet. As soon as you feel like you have enough lube from her cunt, I want you to pull out and go down to her asshole. Use you fingers to stretch her asshole out, then slowly start to enter her there. Take it easy, I don’t want you injuring her. Is that clear?”
The second stranger nods his head and moves up to my exposed cunt opening. I am very nervous about being taken in my rear portal by this stranger. I watch the TV as he enters me with no formality. He just shove his member straight in to the hilt. One stroke and he is fully embedded into my fertile opening. I have taken my second cock.
He strokes in and out of my opening slowly and with great luxury. The look on his face is as if he is in seventh heaven. His smile brings out the handsomeness of his features and I realize that I have seen him before. I cannot place where I have seen him. As I think about this, I feel him withdraw from my warm and accepting cunt. I miss the wonderful feeling of his penis inside me.
He moves against my rear opening. My rose tightens to prevent penetration. He runs his fingers into my cunt and lubricates them there. I feel his fingers circle my asshole. The sensation is pleasurable. One finger presses against my rosebud. I feel it make slight headway, penetrating slightly. It withdraws. I look at the TV and watch as he rewets his fingers and again attempts entrance into my gate. He succeeds in gaining more penetration. Again I watch as he violates my cunt, robbing it of its precious liquid. This time he is able to insert his finger to his first knuckle. He leave it inside me for a short while. He begins to circle it around inside of my opening. I writhe with unexpected pleasure. I begin to relax. My opening is no longer afraid and begins to succumb to the violation of its sanctity.
The stranger adds a second finger, and has little trouble penetrating to his fist knuckle with both fingers. He adds a third finger, then a fourth. He pauses deep inside me for a few minutes as I feel my asshole adjust to the size of the penetrating fingers. It happens quickly, as my asshole decides that it is not in further danger.
Again he fucks his cock into my cunt and strokes back and forth. My cunt lubricates his cock head and shaft, aiding in its preparation for insertion into my quivering asshole opening.
I watch as he lowers his member and presses it against my sphincter. I try to relax as I watch the cock head push my clenching rosebud into me.
I feel the opening give way, and I feel the stranger’s cock head enter my most private place. I look at my Husband and see his gaping mouth and bugged out eyes of disbelief. His handsome face shows great pleasure at my conquest. I have pleased him again.
“Oh my God! Your cock is in my wife’s asshole! Oh God. I never thought I would see this day. Bugger her good. Fuck her hard and cum inside her asshole for the camera. When you have shot your load, pull out slowly and let us catch your cum on your cock. Hold it there with just the cock head inside her asshole as we pan up and down your cum covered cock shaft.”
I watch as he complies with my Husband’s demands. His hips fuck his cock in and out of my rosebud. I watch as it looks like my asshole is sucking on his cock shaft with each in-stroke. Each stroke out is contained with my asshole opening sucking on the shaft as it withdraws, as though not willing to permit it’s escape. Then as the magnificent cock starts penetrating back into me, I see my opening push up into my bowel as the shaft slides by. After only ten or so strokes, I feel him tighten.
“Oh God, I’m going to cum. I am going to load her ass with my cum.”
The men all chant, “Fill her ass with your cum! Fill her ass with your cum!”
I feel his cock spew its liquid deep within my bowels. I realize that the sperm is only a fraction of an inch from my fertile womb. I think about the last stranger that will empty his baby making sperm into my fertile and accepting cunt.
When the stranger feels that his cum is all within me, he slowly withdraws until just his cock head is still within my asshole. I watch as my Husband photographs the stranger’s cock shaft covered with his own cum.
“Now take your cock up and have her clean you with her tongue and mouth.”
The cock disappears from the screen and reappears at my mouth. I open my mouth to permit the cum covered cock’s insertion into my suckling, cleaning orifice. I watch my Husbands face as I carefully clean the stranger’s cock of what has emerged from my rear portal. Then it hits me, I realize where I have seen the stranger. He is a priest at the local Catholic Church. I have given confession with him. Perhaps he is not going to be too hard on my next confession.
I realize why my Husband is not requiring the strangers to use condoms. It is against their religion to use birth control.
I realize that my fertile womb may become impregnated with a priest’s sperm. I realize that my Husband has carefully thought out the timing of this orgy to coincide with my fertility cycle. I wonder silently why he wants me pregnant with another man’s, even a priest’s, child. Especially a priest’s child.
My Husband changes my position so that my head is near the edge of the bed. I realize that the bed is an alter and I am the sacrifice.
The third stranger approaches my head. I look at the cock that will apparently use my mouth to reach release. The shaft is thicker at the bottom, then tapers to a fairly thin column at the top. The head is also fairly small, nicely proportioned to the shaft below.
“Go ahead and shoot your cum inside her moth. Honey, I want you to keep all of his cum inside your mouth until after he withdraws his cock, then open your mouth so we can see the cum in there. After I tape it in there, push it all out with your tongue and let it run down your chin and cheeks.”
The stranger steps forward and I open my mouth. He inserts his tapered cock into my open mouth and runs it in till it hits the back of my throat.
He fucks in and out for a short time. My lips suckle his erection.
“Honey, pull you tongue forward and let his cock go into your throat. Time your breathing for when he is out of your throat. Suck hard on his cock each time he withdraws.”
I struggle to comply with my Husband’s wishes. After a few thrusts, I do feel his cock disappear down my throat. I fight not to gag. His cock head comes back up and I can breath again. In and down my throat again. I accept the rhythm and begin to breathe in sequence with his thrusts. I taste his fluid as his cock head emits a steady dribble of liquid into my mouth and across my tongue. I remember to suck hard as he withdraws.
After a short while I sense his impending orgasm. I ready myself to not swallow his holy sperm. My mouth is to be a vessel for his satisfaction.
His penis spurts its holy water into my mouth as I block its travel into my throat. I collect the sacred liquid in my mouth. It pools deeply at the back. I become concerned that the copious liquid may overflow my small vessel. He withdraws his holy instrument to permit me to hold more liquid within. He milks the final few spurts of his honey into my open and full mouth. My Husband approaches with the camera to capture the holy liquid contained within my vessel. I feel sanctified by the actions of these holy men.
My Husband finishes the taping of my filled vessel and directs me to slowly push it from my mouth. I do so and feel it run down my cheeks and chin, filling my ears then continuing down into my hair.
“Good! Now the next shoot is to be a tit fuck. I want you to rip her nightie open and climb on top of her and fuck her tits. Use the cum on her face to lube your cock up with. Shoot you cum all over her tits and face. Honey, open your mouth each time his cock pushes up to your face. Suck it as he fucks your tits.”
My beloved, thoughtful Husband places a pillow under my head so that I don’t have to hold my head up during this shoot. He is so thoughtful. I again think of how much I love him.
I am a little upset about losing my sexiest nightie. But he gave it to me, so I guess that he can use it as he sees fit.
I watch as the fourth stranger approaches me. His penis is very long, longer than my Husband’s by several inches. It is also a little thicker. It is thickest at the shaft just below the head. The head is very large. I wonder about its being able to fit inside my mouth.
“OK role it.” My director husband is in control.
I feel the stranger’s hands grab my nightie and rip it wide open. My breasts are at his mercy, unprotected, vulnerable. My nipples are his to use as he wishes. A stranger is about to abuse my lovely breasts in any way he wants to. I surrender to the sensation of being out of control. I am their sex slave to use as they wish. I have no control over my destiny. I am a slut to be abused as a fantasy fulfillment for them. My body is only for their amusement. I cannot stop their actions or control their desires. They may debase me as they see fit.
The stranger mounts my stomach. He rubs the head of his long penis up one side of my face and then up the other side. He has collected a good deal of cum, mixed with my saliva. He moves his cock between my breasts and his hands press my tits against his shaft. He begins to masturbate his cock between my breasts.
I feel the slickness of the cum he has gathered from my face and cheeks. He reaches down to my ears and gathers more. He inserts it into the hollow of my breasts. He is well lubed and begins to thrust long powerful strokes. I open my mouth to permit him unfettered access to my oral opening. His penis is so long that he reaches the back of my throat on each thrust. He presses my tits hard against his shaft as he fucks into and out of my mouth.
I try to suckle him as he enters my mouth. He bangs against my lips. I adjust to his timing. He is getting into his rhythm now.
He begins to grunt as he nears his peak. I look forward to his release. I wish that my hands were free to aid his approach to bliss. My eyes cross as I watch his piss hole spew white honey onto my face and into my mouth. I lick the sweet honey of his release from my lips. I thirst for more of his wetness. He expires onto my body as he loses consciousness. The other strangers remove him from me.
My body is the alter of his release.
“OK, the last three of you are all going to take her at once. So we will have to go slow so that I can tape what each of you are doing before you cum. I want all of you to cum inside her.” My Husband assigns each stranger their opening of my body. The largest, thickest cock is to fuck my fertile womb. My Husband has directed him to spew his potent baby making sperm deep in my belly. I ponder the fact that this will give his sperm maximum opportunity to impregnate my ripe ova.
I realize that all three of these strangers have cocks as large as, or lager than, my Husband. I notice that the penis of the stranger who will expend into my ass is very large in diameter. I guess his diameter to be at least four inches. I am thankful that he is not long as well. His penis is also tapered, so that it will be easier for him to gain entrance into my rectum.
The man to fill my mouth is not large in diameter, but is at least fourteen inches in length. He will surely penetrate to my stomach as he thrusts into me.
But the monster cock that is to plunder my cunt is fearsome. In both length and girth, he will surely split me open. I again decide to trust my Husband to not allow me to be injured.
“OK guys, I want the mouth fucked first, then as I can move to her asshole, I want you to enter her there. The last insertion will be into her cunt. I want to be able to get close-ups of that monster meat splitting her cunt open as it goes in. Take it easy on her, I still have to be able to fuck her after tonight, so don’t ruin her too badly as you abuse her openings with those monster cocks of yours. Remember to go slow so I can catch all of the fucking going on. OK guys, fuck this slut like no one has ever seen before. Fill her with cum, and fuck her hard in every opening. Slam your balls against her on every stroke after you get your meat in there. Make her tits and ass bounce and jiggle as you fuck her. I want this to be so hot that I can sell it on the open market for big bucks. Now show me what real men do to fucking sluts like her. Come on boys fill er up with cum! The rest of you stand around and jerk your meat on to her tits and face and belly and crotch. Use her hard boys! Fuck this slut cunt like there is no tomorrow.”
I was digesting his words as they began to fill me with their meat. I simply opened my mouth and relaxed my asshole and watched as each and every cock entered me. Fucked me without mercy, and came in me. I was numb. Inside and outside.
After they had all done their duty in filling me with their sperm, my Husband left me tied up for several hours as the sperm filling my Opening sought its way to my fertile ova. They did not have to swim far because the monster penis that had used Me had emptied himself as far into my fertile womb as he could possible get. As I laid there, unable to turn over or adjust my position, The sperm pooled at the very opening to my womb, taking turns swimming through my cervical opening, doing what comes naturally, making me pregnant with a stranger’s child.
When my Husband returned, He explained to me that He was just getting the men into the right mood to get the best video possible when he said all of that. He left me tied there while he showed me the first edit of his masterpiece. I watched again as my womb was impregnated with another man’s sperm. He showed me his movie in four separate edits before he finally let me up to go shower and clean up. Although I carefully washed my Opening as deeply and thoroughly as I could, I was sure that I would certainly be pregnant as a result of this day.
I thought about the orgasms that I had at the beginning. I had to admit that they were truly mind shattering orgasm. The best I had ever had. As I pondered the whole evening, I realized that I had never once said no, or told my Husband that I did not want what was going on. I further had to admit to myself, that other than his last directions, I had really enjoyed myself. Being the total center of attention to eight men (Including my Husband) had been a real ego stroker.
My next period came right on time. As my fear of being pregnant evaporated, I realized that it was up to me to be sure that I did not become pregnant until, and how, I wanted.
Life seemed to return to normal.
Dancing in my Thong
My Husband brought home new sexy nighties, lacy penoirs, bras, hose and garters, and other sexy things the next week. He has become intrigued with thongs. He bought me seven of them and asked me to always wear them instead of the cotton panties I was used to. They felt strange at first, but I soon adjusted to the single string in my rear.
He wants me to wear hose and garters whenever we go out now. With the hose and garters, and the thongs, I am virtually naked under my dresses.
Yesterday he bought me several new cotton dresses, thin, summery, button down the front, style.
Today he asked me to dress in the hose and garters, the red thong, and the cotton dress with large flowers on it for our date tonight. For a bra he laid out the one that is only a half cup. My nipples are clearly exposed when I stand in front of the mirror.
As I looked at myself in the dressing room mirror just before we left, I realized that if I turn sideways and the light is behind me, the dress is almost see through. My nipples and butt are fully visible. He said we are going to a night club, so I assume that the lights will be dark enough that I will not be exposed too badly.
The club had a nice dance band playing as we entered. I could feel the men’s eyes on me as we were led to our table. Our table was up front, near the band. Great location. We ordered food, and drinks. As we waited for the food, we sipped our wine and listened to the music.
“Care to dance, honey?”
We danced four straight dances. I was in heaven.. I love to dance. Our food came and we sat down to eat. My Husband sat me where I had a better view of the band and dance floor. After we finished eating, my husband got up to go watch the end of a football game, saying he would be right back.
He had no more than left than a very nice looking gentleman asked me to dance. The wine was excellent, and I had two glasses down me already, so I accepted. He was an excellent dancer, leading me around the floor, spinning me, leading me in many well executed dance steps. I very much enjoyed our dances.
I had no more than sat back down then I received another invitation. This went on for over an hour. I danced every dance. All of the men seems to be great dancers, spinning me out and leading me about the dance floor with great style.
I had to powder my nose, so I went into the Ladies Restroom. While I was relieving myself, I heard several of the other women talking about the strumpet that was showing off on the dance floor. Not realizing that they were talking about me, I danced for another hour with the gentlemen.
Finally my Husband came back to our table and said that we were invited to another dance club. We left, and arrived at the next club about one in the morning.
This club was a strip club. Upper class, but still definitely a strip club. Again we sat down near the front. We had to look up to see the women as they danced.
They were very good dancers, with excellent choreography. I became entranced at their creativity and grace.
My Husband leaned over to me and told me how much he had enjoyed watching me dance at the last club. He told me that my dress had allowed him, and everybody there to see all of my charms, especially when the gentlemen spun me. He explained that the dress would come up and show everything below my waist. He added that the lights behind the dance floor had allowed everybody to see my nipples through my dress as I danced.
He said these things as he rubbed my nipple through my dress. I was on my fourth wine of the night, too far gone to get properly embarrassed. His hand was caressing my thigh, moving closer to my crotch with each caress. It all felt really good to me. We had not had sex for over a week, so I was properly receptive to his stroking of my thighs.
I felt his fingers touch the front my thong, and it was as though he sent an electric jolt through my crotch. I allowed him to spread my legs a bit, and he began to lightly caress the front of my pubic area. He continued to rub first one nipple, then the other. They were as hard as bullets, and making the front of my dress stick straight out. My nipples were clearly visible to anyone that wanted to look.
His hand continued to caress my crotch, and I felt his finger hook under the tiny fabric and caress my hair. His finger darted down and tickled my clitoris. I gasped in surprise. I was immobile, unable to stop his caressing and fidgeting fingers. Soon he had one inside my Opening. I was breathing rapidly.
“Honey, I would really like you to do something for me. I have fantasized about this for months. Would you do something for me if I asked you to?”
I was too far gone to object, and I had no idea that he was going to strip at the club.
But just as I agreed to allow him his fantasy, I heard the DJ announce amateur hour was coming up. One thousand dollar first prize. Any one wanting to dance should go to the dressing rooms. I looked at my Husband and he nodded his head and pointed at the dressing rooms.
“You promised baby!”
I had, so I got up and headed toward the dressing rooms. Of course, this took me right across the bottom of the stage, where the stage light backlit my dress, exposing my assets. The crown whistled and cheered as I walked past.
The other contestants were choosing outfits, but I decided that I would just go with what I had on.
I was the last contestant. I had plenty of time to get nervous. They were serving free drinks to the contestants, so I had time for two more.
I heard my curtain call and walked demurely out onto the stage. I found my Husband in the crowd, and focused on him. I didn’t let myself think about the other four hundred horney men that were staring at my backlit body through my thin dress.
I simply slowly undressed for my Husband. Turning away from the crowd periodically. They could still see through my dress, so I guess it was the suggestiveness of almost seeing me that turned them all on. By the time I was down to my thong, the men were all gathered around the stage with money in their hands. I remembered the description that my Husband had given me of his fantasy, so I allowed the men to stuff their money in to my thong. It started to get out of hand, and I was pulled down into the crowd. My thong was pulled aside and I felt fingers entering my Openings. Some in the front and some in my back Opening. I felt men’s penises being rubbed on my naked belly and breasts, and fingers stuffing themselves into my Openings. Mouths began to devour my nipples. Hands were everywhere on me. Picking me up, turning me over. I felt a large object being inserted into my Front. I looked down to see a beer bottle protruding out of me. My legs were raised, and I felt warm skin touching my anus. I felt a wetness there, then felt an intrusion into my bottom. I was being held down by innumerable hands. I felt the heat enter me, then realized that it was a penis entering my bottom. I tried to struggle, but could barely move. The penis emptied itself into me in mere seconds. I felt the bottle being removed, and another penis took its place. Again, only a few second until it released into my front. Men were jerking their cocks out trying to be the next to use me. I could not get away. I looked up to see my Husband standing there, filming what was happening to me with a very small camcorder. After what felt like an eternity, I was finally released and set on my feet.
I have no idea how many, or who, had spent themselves in me, both front and back. I was very sore, and believe that over fifty men came in me. I was covered with cum below my waist. When they set me on my feet, the cum ran down my legs, across my shoes, and onto the floor. It continued to stream down my legs for awhile. My Husband filmed the cum rivers. I just stood there in shock, staring at the rivers of men’s sperm running down my legs.
After a short while, I realized that I was still nude in a sea of men. Their hands were still groping me, but apparently every man that would take advantage of a woman had already had me, so nobody else tired to penetrate me.
Two men set me up onto the stage, and the whole place erupted into wolf whistles, cheers and clapping. The DJ announced that I was the overwhelming and clear winner of the grand prize. He walked over and put the ten one hundred dollar bills into my hand. He reminded me to pick up the money on the stage before I left.
Still nude, I walked around and picked up the piles of cash that continued to pour onto the stage. The cum was still exiting my Openings. Finally the money stopped flowing and I picked up my clothes and sloshed across the stage to the dressing room.
The other contestants had already left, so I had the dressing room to myself. I was starting to clean myself when the DJ walked in and started talking to me, as though he was totally used to naked women with cum running down their legs.
He explained that he was in charge of the entertainment, and that he would really like me to come to work there. He helped me clean up, even inserted his fingers into my bottom to get the cum out of there for me. He was really nice, and did not leer at me. I felt fairly comfortable with him in a very short period of time.
It took me about a half hour to get cleaned up and dressed, even with his help. He stayed there with me the whole time and we chatted.
I told him I would have to talk to my Husband about it; he said call me, and gave me his card, and I left.
I had eleven thousand, four hundred and twenty two dollars in my purse when I got home and counted it. It was not worth it.
Friends, Lovers, Husbands
Tonight is to be extremely special. My beloved Freddie, had, several weeks ago, confided in me that he would like to find out what it felt like to be Taken from behind. We had, together, ordered one of those strap-on penises from a mail order house. I have not yet told him that I had taken a lover in order to learn how to better please him sexually.
My Lover had also confided in me that he would like to experience what it feels like to Enter a man’s rear end. The more I thought about it, the more exciting it seemed to have my Lover Take my husband from behind, thereby fulfilling both of their fantasies. For several weeks I though about how to make it happen in such a way that all of us lived out our fantasy. I would of course video tape It, just as I had been doing all along, so that my husband could later watch us all, once I was ready to show him what I had done to him.. My Lover did not yet know that he was a movie star, but he hadn’t objected when I had taken snapshots of his gorgeous penis Entering my various Openings for the first time, so I didn’t think he would mind the video camera once he found out about it.
I decided to not let my husband in on my Surprise until after my Lover had filled Him with his crème. As far as my hubby would know, it would be my strap-on unit Using him, not a real live penis. I could not determine whether he would be able to feel my Lover’s crème spurt into him, but because I really wanted to lick my Lover’s crème from Fred’s intimate Parts, I decided to make my Lover pull out just as he spurted.
I started that evening by making sure that my Lover could be safely hidden in my bedroom closet, but that he could see where we would have our Fun. Then I took a long hot steamy bubble bath, Teasing myself throughout the bath with my fingers, smiling as I thought of Him in the closet, eager to service, probably with an immense, throbbing erection. I could feel Her becoming incredibly aroused, but I was careful not to get too close to the Edge. Then I rose, inspected my body in the mirror, toweled off, taking care to roughly towel my nipples so that they became very hard and stiff. Then I quickly put on the new silky beige, fringed teddy that Fred had just given me. I admired how my stiff nipples looked as they caused the material of the teddy to protrude provocatively. I practiced walking so that my breasts bounced, causing the fringe on the teddy to sway seductively, and my nipples to rub on the soft fabric. I practiced leaning over just enough to permit someone in front of me to see my nipples.
While inspecting my body a realized that I needed to pluck some of the hairs from around Her. It is a task I hate to do unless I am feeling sexy, but then it drives me crazy as I feel the sharp pain as each hair pulls on Her tender skin, yielding one by one to the steady pull of my tweezers as I hold my teddy up. By the time I had finished removing the 40 or 50 offending hairs, I was literally trembling. I controlled my desire, but did allow myself a few furtive Fingers, which I cleaned properly in my mouth.
About 20 minutes before Fred was due, my lover slipped in through my rear door. I instructed him about his duties for the evening, removed his clothing, carefully inspected Him with my mouth, then placed him, naked, into position inside my closet, still hard and throbbing.
Fred was about a half hour late, had been delayed in traffic. I took advantage of the time to gather all of my Toys for the evening. Standing in front of the closet where my lover could see me, I tried on the strap-on penis. It is the type that has a double head, the rear head having a vertical bend in it that allows me to penetrate Her, filling Her approximately half way. I noticed with satisfaction that there was a nubbin that pressed against Her most sensitive Part. Just by walking around the nubbin pressed against Her in a very pleasurable way. By swaying my hips the nubbin moves not only vertically, but also sideways across Her Part. I was once again trembling near the Edge.
I decided to meet Fred at the front door, the Penis on, protruding from under the teddy.
Thank God he didn’t bring someone else home with him.
I stood behind my front door as I opened it. The poor Unit bumped against the door as I opened, I guess I’m not used to having a Hard on.
As Fred stepped in, I closed the door and pressed myself against him., kissing him as deeply as my tongue would reach. He became aware of my Hardness pressing against Him, and moved his hand between us to investigate Me.
“Is this our night?” he whispered.
I only smiled wickedly in reply, leading him toward my bedroom by gently tugging on his hardening crotch. As I passed through the bedroom door, Fred stepped up behind me, lifting one breast, and caressing my protruding penis with the other hand, moving his hand up and down it’s Hardness as I had seen him do to Himself sometimes when he thought I was asleep. I reached both my hands behind him, grabbing his bottom. I nestled my bottom firmly against his growing Hardness as I continued to lead him forward, until we were standing directly in front of the crack in my closet door. I could feel my Lover’s eyes devouring the sight of us pressed together, Fred playing with my nipple while stroking my Hardness. My Lover couldn’t see Fred’s Hardness pressing through his clothes along the vertical valley between my buttocks. I raised myself up and down on my toes several times to feel more fully his Length. The movement caused the teddy to ride up over my bottom. I savored the roughness of his jeans zipper against my bare skin.
Holding his large hand against my breast, I turned toward him and began to stroke Him through his jeans. His Length was fully visible as a long seductive blue shadow. I knelt before them and began to gently bite his Shaft while massaging his back side with my hands, making sure that all was fully visible to both of them.
With trembling hands, I opened his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and unzipped them. His hard shaft sprang forward, sheathed by his white boxers. I pulled his jeans to his knees, then reached up through the bottom of his boxers to caress the full length of his Hardness. By now, She was so wet that I could feel the fluids gathering along my full Canal. It was as though I became more free, less restricted. There was no longer any friction within Her.
I placed my other hand inside his boxers and carefully caressed his Sack, gently rolling both his balls between my fingers. I ran my nails along Him, causing Him to pulse erotically through the fabric against my cheek. Pulling his Shaft forward against the fabric, I again began to run my teeth along his full shaft Length.
I was rapidly losing control of my reserve, so I removed my hands from him, and lowered his boxers. He stepped out of his trousers and shorts, then removed his shirt. Standing naked before me, he seemed confused as to what came next. Remembering that I still had a long hard erection protruding from under my teddy, I decided to switch to a more male roll. Rising from my knees, I walked to the table that stands at the foot of my bed. I motioned to him and told him to put his chest on the top. When he did so, I carefully pulled his Hardness down and under the table top. I spread his hands, and tied them to the table legs closest to his head. I then spread his legs and tied them to the table legs closets to my closet door, giving my Lover a secret, unobstructed view of what he would soon plunder, my beloved Husband’s bare male Parts, including his virgin naked anal Opening.
I then double checked to be sure that the video camera was on and properly positioned.
I noticed that my husband had a large drop of fluid hanging from the tip of his Hardness, so I quickly placed my middle finger under the drop, just in time to catch it before it fell to the floor. I sensuously circled my right nipple with the fluid, then raising my nipple to my tongue, cleaning it carefully.
Letting my Hardness bump against his buttock and leg, I began to lubricate his Opening. First I lubricated just the outside, running my finger around It slowly, lazily. I could hear him moaning softly. His Hardness was pulsing against the underside of the table rhythmically, rapidly.
Slowly, in circling motion, I pressed against the lips of his Opening, spreading it slightly, letting the Vaseline on my finger coat each newly exposed surface. After a short time, my middle finger was inside Him about one quarter of an inch. I decided that I had better put more Vaseline on my finger.
Again starting outside with circling motions, I worked my middle finger into Him until my finger was buried about one half inch. I could feel his inner muscles relax a little. Again I placed more lubricant on my finger, this time inserting my finger past the second knuckle. My beloved Husband was moaning loudly and continuously now.
I move my finger in and out now, making sure that his Opening was completely coated with the protective lubricant. He slowly relaxed, and his Opening began to rhythmically contract. I noticed that it appeared to be the same timing as his Hardness swung up and down, striking the table bottom on each swing. Just for good measure, I again coated my finger and applied the lubricant to the inside of his Opening, moving my finger around in a motion that would assure all interior Surfaces were covered.
I untied him and grasping his throbbing Hardness, lead him into the bathroom, where I gave him a thorough enema to cleanse his Interior.
Again holding his rigid Hardness, I lead him back to the table, retied him, then again repeated the lubricating of his virgin Opening. This time It relaxed much more quickly, and I was able to insert my middle finger completely inside and feel his muscles contracting on me.
I then began inserting two fingers into Him. At first he resisted, but then suddenly relaxed completely. I was able to push both my first and second fingers in completely to my knuckle. I discovered that his moaning increased when I rubbed the palm of my hand against his Sack at the same time my fingers were deep inside Him.
I then began working all three of my largest fingers into his Opening. Within just a few seconds they were all buried to my knuckles. I again caressed his Sack as I rotated my hand inside him.
I wondered if my whole hand would fit inside his Opening. My hands are not particularly large, in fact my knuckles are no wider than width of my fingers. I curled my hand together into a shape similar to a rolled piece of tubing, and began to insert all four fingers. I could feel his skin beginning to stretch, so I decided to just move them in and out slowly to see if the Opening would increase in size. It occurred to me that if I could get this much into his Opening, my frontal Folds must also stretch a lot. I decided to check that out in the future.
I was able to get all four fingers up past the second knuckle before I decided that his Opening must be large enough for my Lover’s penis. I withdrew my hand and reinserted it again just to make sure that it remained open enough to allow easy Entry.
Moving around to where my husband could see my actions, I copiously lubricated the Hardness hanging from my slim waist. Then wiping my hands on his back and buttocks, I placed a blindfold over his eyes. I had carefully sewed the eye cover in such a manner that I was certain that he could not see anything while it covered his head.
Satisfied that I was about to safely fulfill my own fantasy of voluntarily having sex with two men at once, I opened the door to my closet wide, reached in and roughly grabbed my Lovers throbbing Hardness and pulled him out into the light. His Head was covered with a wetness, so I knelt in front of him and carefully cleaned his Head with my tongue and lips. It tasted salty, and felt slightly sticky on my tongue. I reminded myself that this must be what the sex manual calls pre-cum.
Standing again I asked my Husband “Are you ready to be taken yet?”
His answer was a long moan and then “Yes, Honey, please fuck me in my asshole. Fuck me deep and fuck me hard, and tell me when you cum.”
I said “Honey, you will feel me cum, because I have some stuff that feels exactly like cum that I am going to squirt on you right when I cum. I am going to make this experience as absolutely real for you as I possible can. I have even heated up my penis so that it will feel more real while it is Inside you.”
Taking a handful of lubricant, I covered my Lover’s Hardness with it, and then again inserted my fingers into my husband’s waiting and eager Opening.
“Ready for being deflowered, my virgin?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, more than ready, baby. You’ve made this night absolutely perfect. It’s just like I fantasized about for a long time. Take me Baby. Have your way with my asshole. Do what ever you want to my ass. Make this a night that I will never forget. I LOVE IT WHEN YOU STICK YOUR FINGERS INTO MY ASSHOLE. Please, Honey, do me! I want to feel what it really feels like to get fucked up the ass. My asshole is yours to use however you want to.”
With that permission, I guided my Lover’s stiff, throbbing Power toward my Husband’s lubricated, stretched wide, eager, willing, rear Opening.
Standing behind my Lover, with my Hardness passing through his legs, rubbing across his rear Opening, I guided my Lover’s penis to the very edge of my Husband’s Willingness. Gently, my hand encircling the base of his cock, I slowly rubbed the beautifully shaped cock around the Opening, just as I had my finger not too long before.
With just a slight pressure from my hips, I pushed my Lover’s hips and cock forward ever so slowly, all the time moving It in a circular motion that stretched my Husbands rear Opening, further enlarging it. Watching a gorgeous cock entering my Husband’s rear Opening under my control and guidance was an incredible feeling of both power and pleasure. I realized that my own Opening, half filled with the double headed dildo, was so wet that the fluid was beginning to escape my Opening, and would soon begin to drip down my legs.
As I moved my hips further forward, my Husband’s Opening absorbed more and more of my Lover’s cock, until I had to remove my hand from his penis to permit his further Entry.
Fred broke the silence by sobbing “Oh Honey, this is incredible! I can’t believe how great this feels! Your cock feels so hot inside my ass! I love the feeling of warmth in there. It is almost like I can feel you throbbing inside me. Fuck me now, in and out. I can hardly wait to feel the cum inside me, or running down my balls, or spurting across my back. Fuck me Baby. Make me yours. Show me what it feels like to be used in the ass. Make me scream for release.”
I rocked my hips back and forth, my Hardness sliding back and forth across my Lover’s Rear. I reached in front of his hips and made him thrust with me. It was as though I was the one fucking my Husband’s Ass, It was my movements that controlled his sensation. It was me pilfering his ass Opening, causing it to contract as I pulled out, expand in acceptance as I thrust into Him. The nubbin on my dildo was causing incredible sensations inside my pussy now. I could feel myself getting close to the Edge.
While still moving my Lover’s hips so that he continued to fuck my Husband’s asshole, I slid my dildo out from between his cheeks, and turned down between my Husband’s legs tied to the table legs. From below, I could see my Husband’s asshole taking my Lover’s cock to the hilt, could see my Husband’s cock slamming up against the bottom of the table with each thrust from my Lover’s cock.
My Lover was getting close to spurting his crème, so I raised up so that my mouth was just below my Husband’s balls. I could see them contracting with each Thrust into his asshole. I could see him pushing back against each thrust from my Lover’s hips, as though to take the penis fucking his ass even deeper each time it thrust into Him.
My Lover was thrusting all the way into Him, then withdrawing so far out that I could see his complete cock head, then thrusting in again to the hilt. I could see my Husband’s asshole opening for each thrust, and Sucking on our Lover’s cock each time he withdrew from its Depths. Peering up from between their legs, I could see our Lover’s face begin to contort, and I knew that my Husband’s virgin asshole was about to get showered with it’s first crème.
I again placed my open mouth directly under my Husband’s balls. And pushed our Lover’s hips back from my Husband’s beloved asshole Opening. My Lover’s next thrust missed the Opening and slammed against my Husbands swinging balls, knocking them aside and running up along my Husbands throbbing cock shaft, all the way to his pulsing cock head.. My timing was perfect, my Lover’s cock head began to spurt crème, covering my Husband’s plundered Opening, his balls, cock shaft, and my waiting face and open mouth. Grabbing his cock shaft, I milked him down so that my breasts and rock hard nipples also got the advantage of the crème.
I pushed my Lover away from my Husband’s ass, and grabbed my Husband’s cock shaft. Pulling it down and into my mouth, I took his first thrust into the back of my mouth. His next thrust went past the back of my tongue, and his next thrust went into my throat. His fourth thrust buried his cock all the way to the hilt inside my mouth, deep into my throat.
“I’m going to cum Honey, I’m going to cum Honey, I’m cumming Hoooooooneeeeeeeeeeeeeey” he screamed as I felt a huge load of crème surge into my throat and mouth, each of his thrusts moving from the front of my mouth to half way down my throat. My mouth was not large enough to hold it all, and I felt the creme running down my chin and onto my breasts and stomach.
I only had to touch Her once before I started my own lengthy, incredibly strong climax, my hips thrusting as though She contained a thrusting penis. Periodic drips of creme onto my lips from my Husband’s spent cock further fueled my climax, and I climaxed a second time only a few seconds later.
Both men were limp from exhaustion, my Lover collapsed on the floor, and my husband, breathing hard, laying across the table top, spread eagle, used, and satisfied. I gently milked his cock to get the last of his precious crème.
I slowly got up off the floor and went into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, a saw that my stomach, face, breasts and nipples were covered with both men’s crème. I loved the sight of long strings of white Ecstasy running across my body, knowing that there was crème from two men I cared for covering my nakedness. Carefully, slowly I licked their milky crème from my breasts and nipples, slowly savoring each swipe of my tongue, watching each action in the mirror. The fact that there was crème from two men on my body was exhilarating, and once again I felt my climax approaching. Wiping the heavy load of crème from my face and stomach with my hand, I rubbed it onto my clitoris, my Lips, and into my incredibly wet Opening, again reaching climax, this one even stronger and longer than the other two. When I regained strength again, I properly cleaned my Opening, legs, hand and fingers, using my tongue as each handful of Delight flowed onto my fingers, all the time remembering the sensation of my Husband’s virgin Opening being plundered, his rigid cock deep in my throat. I remembered the feeling of control that I had over these two men. That it had felt like I, only I, had the ability to really satisfy them.
I began to scheme for next time………..
Three years later.
It has been three years since my {Beloved} Husband died in an airplane crash.

[Len, the truth here is that the people that my husband owed money for his gambling debts came to our house, MY LIVING ROOM, and killed my s husband. They cut his nuts and dick off and fed them to his dog. There was blood everywhere. Thank god I was gone at the time, and did not return until after the police had gotten there. I stayed with M until the house was returned to a sanitary condition, over a month.

Truth is he was NOT my beloved husband. He was a schmuck and a liar and a cheat. I can now admit t hat. Funny how time heals hearts.]

I was in the attic today looking at old things when I found this diary.
I have been reading it, reliving our lives together, remembering the incredible sexual exploits that We shared.
I guess that I should catch up on these things. Even though He is no longer here, I have continued to be what I think He would have wanted from me. So I will write about the few sexual experiences that I have had since he passed.
House Cleaning
I spent the morning reading in my chair, nude, with my little poodle in my lap. Since I became involved in the nudist camp, I have gotten to the point where I really enjoy being nude. Therefore around the house I usually loose my clothes as soon as I am there.
My little dog is in heat, so I have to keep her and my husband’s male dog separated. I still think of his dog as being his. Maybe my way of not letting go completely?
So my dog was n my lap for about 3 hours, snoozing while I read my crotch novel. Something about love in jeopardy and straining bust lines. Typical woman’s tripe.
After lunch I decided to get busy on cleaning up the house. Poo had to go out, so I carefully held her up while I let Hubs in. Then I closed the screen door quickly after Poo was prancing along outside.
I started scrubbing the kitchen floor, my naked butt in the air as I scrubbed under and around everything. Hubs came in started sniffing my crotch. This is not a normal thing for him to do. I shoved him away and kept at my scrubbing.
I feel his tongue on my Opening.
“Hubs! Get away!”
I continue scrubbing.
More licking in my Private place.
Now remember, I have had no sex for two and a half years. I was just not interested in dating. But My sex drive had not gone away. So when She felt some stimulation, She was instantly on receptive alert.

I kept pushing Hubs away, but he kept coming back for more. Every time he came back ,She wanted it more and more.
Finally I turned around and realized that Hubs had huge hard on. He was getting turned on by licking Me. I stood up and immediately he buried his nose in my Crotch. I was near the breaking point already, and his insistent tonguing pushed me over the edge. I spread my legs and simply enjoyed the contact.
Hubs started to whine as he tongued me. His hardness was very obvious.
My fevered mind wondered if maybe my Husband was trying to take care of me from his grave. Silly now, but real then. Rationalizations can make humans do strange things.
I knelt down on all fours and patted my rump, not really believing that this was possible anyway. Without preamble Hubs mounted me and started thrusting his Hardness against me. He was having a hard time getting me just right, so Watched my hand reach back and guide him into me.
Half of me is saying “This is sick lady”, and half of me is saying “Honey, thank you for remembering me in my time of need.”
I didn’t stop him as he continued to hump me tail. I could see him doing me in the mirror in the front hall. I watched as this large dog humps this naked woman on her kitchen floor. I watch as the woman starts thrusting back against the dog’s onslaught. I watch the woman in the mirror hold her head back and reach up to caress her breast. She pinches and twist her own nipple as the dog is going for it as demonic speed. His cock is filling her with a primal desire to fuck a cock. Any cock. I was doing what I had only heard about and felt disgusted by. I could feel Hubs drool on y back. I could hear is slapping jabs into my cunt. I could feel him bottom in my pussy. He was thrusting harder and harder. A large welt on his dog shaft slipped inside me. The pleasure was more than I could withstand. I feel myself passing into the first orgasm that I have had since my Husband was killed. My Opening spasms powerfully around the dogs penetration. He begins his final thrusts and spews his dog cum into me. His welt balloons inside me. His expanded welt seals us together as I feel my pussy blown up inside my Opening. I am too dazed to try to get us apart, I simply knee there and enjoy the afterglow of a shattering orgasm. I think about how long it has been, and how much I have been missing sex.
The back door opens and my neighbor walks into my kitchen. I try to stand up, but obviously I cannot with Hubs’ dog cock firmly rooted inside my cunt. The dog and I are inseparable. My horror overcomes me as look into the face of my best friend.

I mange to gain my feet, the dog between my legs, dangling there from his hind quarters, his full weight suspended from my Female Opening. I can not walk and the pain in my Opening cause my knees to buckle.
The dog and I end up in a pile on the floor.
“What on earth are you doing to that poor dog, girlfriend?”
She walks over and looks down at me.
“My god! That dog has his cock up your pussy.” How on earth did that happen.”
The twinkle in her eye tells me that she know exactly how that happened.
“How in the hell did you get him hard enough to screw him, girlfriend. I have been trying to do that with our pooch for years. What’s you secret? Tell me now, because I am getting so wet watching you. How many times have you done this? Why didn’t you tell me you knew how to do this? You have been holding out on me young lady. Come clean now. Tell me how you did it!”
I realize that my best friend is intrigued, not mortified. The burning in my face subsides. From my knees I tell her story of cleaning and Poo being in heat, Hubs licking me until I went mad.
“You mean to tell me that dog came on to you?”
I nod my head meekly, still in mortal shock at having g been caught fucking a dog.
I watch from my knees as M walks to the back door and calls for Poo. She picks her and sets her on the counter, then strips. She stand before me with Poo in her hand and peers under her tail. Then sitting at my table spreads her legs and rubs Poo’s behind on her crotch. Poo is not sure she likes this turn of events, but still trusts M enough to allow her to use her like this.
After an extended rubbing, M picks up her clothes and walk naked out my back door. I see her head rush by my kitchen window as she heads for home. I hear her call their Bruiser as she steps into their house.
I look down at poor Hubs. He reaches up with his head and nuzzles me, then lowers his head and starts licking us where we are joined. My juices begin to rise again, and through a passionate haze I watch him again lick me to orgasm.
About a half hour later his welt subsides enough that I can remove him from me. I am amazed at the amount of sperm he has deposited inside me. I walk to the restroom, and while washing myself, look across the side yard into M’s kitchen. She is there on her knees with Bruiser humping her for all his short legs are worth.
I watch Bruiser empty himself into her, and snicker as I see her shuddering and recovering from the experience during the short time that it will take for Bruiser’s cock to balloon and link them for the next half hour. Sure enough, she learns that she must immediately disengage or do nothing for a while after a good bout with a dog.
Later M returns and collapses on the kitchen chair.
“Bring me water woman, I just had four dogs! I need liquid.”
I hand her a glass and laugh as I ask, “Where did you find three more dogs?”
“I just stood naked at my front door and they all came running. Dogs have the system down pat. When they are ready for men, they don’t even have to flirt. They just let the men smell their perfume on the wind and whammo! they get everything they need.”
I could tell my friend was in a wonderful mood. We talked for several hours until she decided she need more dog, and again picked up Poo. After freshening her ‘perfume’, she got up and headed for the door.
“This time I am going out in the car, get some new cock.”
I was still laughing when the door slammed shut and she walked to her car, nothing on but an overcoat and her tennis shoes.
My crazy friend M! I did feel better than I had in years though. I decide I had mourned enough.
Clubbing
Several days later M talked me into joining she and her husband for a night on the town. She carefully instructed me on what to wear, even picked out my dress, underwear (or lack there of) and shoes. She tells me their goal for the evening was to get me laid.
I sit between them as we ride downtown. Hank puts his hand on my thigh and says in his best Humphrey Bogart, “Baby, you are a dolly tonight.”
“Why thank You Mr. Bogart! You look smashing yourself this evening.”
His little finger tickles the edge of my triangle as he replies, “All the better to have you tonight, my little potato!”
“Potato?”
You are a sexy bit of cheese, little darling! May I sample you?”
M laughs as she watches us kibbutz out of the corner of her eye.
Hank puts his hand between my thighs and caresses me there. I have no under panties on, so I am naked to his touch.
I glance at M and see her wink at me, smiling that impish grin that says ‘You are in for a good night tonight, baby!’ She reaches over and inserts her hand between my thighs, and pulls my legs apart. Hank again caresses my bare Lips.
“Let us get you hot honey, so that when you get an offer, you will want to take him up on it!”
M puts her arm around me and sticks her hand down my pink, sheer, loose-fitting dress. I wear no bra either, so her fingers meet no resistance in their search for my nipples. They spring to life at her first touch. My cleavage is clearly visible, all the way to the bottom of my breasts. Anybody can tell by looking that I wear no bra.
“Hey, that’s my job!” Hank’s arm goes around me and his hand disappears down my dress, gently finding my other nipple. His other hand continues to caress my Opening. I feel my Wetness grow. My breathing rate increases sharply. I have so much trust in these two that I do not resist in any way. They have stood by me from before the time I was notified of my Husband’s death until now. No wavering, no waffling. Just solid 100% solid support.
I breathe in the scent of my wetness. It has been a long time since I smelled my arousal. I smile as I realize that I may yet get through this time of crisis and mourning.
They both play with my nipples. Hank’s large hand on my breasts are a welcome change from the feeling of a brazier. I feel alive again. I reach down and push his hand harder against my opening, spreading my legs to allow them access to my private areas.
His fingers enter me and I thrill with the feeling of penetration by a male appendage. I am rapidly approaching a full fledged turn-on. M kisses my ears, and brushes her hand down my belly, reaching the top of my mound before her arm reaches the resistance of the button below my breasts. Her hand returns to the button, and unbuttons the two buttons that hold my dress together. I am fully exposed inside the cab. I feel the cabbies eyes in the mirror, surveying my body. I hold his eye contact as though daring him to come and participate in our debauchery.
M’s fingers caresses my mons and Part, stroking down my Lips as her husband’s fingers Penetrate me, probing my inner Self with all of the gentleness of an experienced and compassionate lover.
My nipples are crying for attention, and M suckles them with a teasing tonguing that drives me wild. My hips begin to move against Hank’s hand. I feel my orgasm approaching. I rush forward to it’s release from my intolerable tension.
They withdraw their hands and M buttons my dress up.
I am in torment. I need to cum.
We arrive at the club, and I realize it is the one that my Husband took me to the night I was later gangbanged by 50 men. I have not thought of that night for years. I smile as I remember winning, being the center of attention of crazed and horney men. Being the object of their release and their cum for over 45 minutes. I realize for the first time that the math for that means that each man that took me was inside me for less than a minute on the average.
I muse on how that is possible. Was I so sexy that night that I simply was able to ‘suck’ their cum from them with my stripped and naked body. How can over 50 men cum in a single woman in that short a time. Hubby had verified many times how many men I had been fucked by that night. Yes, fucked by. That is the only way to phrase it. I had strip danced for the room and the room had responded.
I remember looking up and seeing my Husband filming the debauchery of my being gangbanged by fifty men. His bemused expression is a continuing perplexity for me. How could he just stand there and watch like that? Did he not know that I was being raped? By over fifty men? That they were filling my openings and covering my body with their sticky sperm? Stretching my opening with their violating fingers to allow their accommodation inside my body, to shoot their sperm deep into my cunt and asshole. Filling me to the point that I was overflowing. So much sperm that it ran to the floor and across it. So much sperm inside me that it continued to flow out of me for over a half an hour. It flowed from both of my openings. My rear was so stretched that I could not control its expulsion. My Front was so widely violated that there was no resistance to my Husband’s penetration of those same openings later that evening. I realize that my plight had fueled his need to cum inside of Me. He must have relived the gangbang as he expended himself inside my openings. His need to use both my front and my backside that night was a reliving of the orgy he witnessed, a commemoration to his ownership of me, his slut cunt.
I remember the night he had arranged for seven of his friends to use me after he shackle me to the bed. He had called me a slut that night, and urged all of them to use me any way they wanted to, to use me as a slut and a whore. They were envious of him because he could get me to do those things for him. They wished that their lovers would do those things for them. They fucked me, raped me, nearly impregnated me, and left me as the slut I had been to them.

It is our turn to enter the Club.