My Friday Lover

My Friday Lover

I sit, naked, legs folded under me, watching my Friday night lover as he sleeps. He got here late last night. He had to do a Good Friday service before he could come to see me. He is an incredible man. Kind, loving, forgiving, understanding . . . . I could go on and on.

We made love four times last night. Once after he got here, then again, twice, during the night, and again this morning. 

I think I can coax another one out of him before he has to leave, to go back across the pass to his loving flock.

He makes love to only me. I am his source of sanity in a world of holier than thou repressed churchgoers. He is their source of guidance, of advice, of inspiration, just as he is for me. But with me he can let his hair down, he can touch and kiss and make love with me until he is sated, drained, grinning in happy exhaustion.

His body is perfect. Not because he is skinny and has a six-pack, but because he loves to pleasure me with what he has. His member isn’t TOO long. I am only able to enjoy a man full depth of 8” or less. His is under 7”. Perfect!

He pays attention to my desires, my fantasies, my need to feel him explode within me. He works hard at learning the little things that turn me on so much. He remembers, from Friday to Friday, what I like and what I don’t like. He gets ‘better’ every week, every Friday night, our time of intimate caresses, of loving and giving to each other.

I take great pleasure from knowing that I am ‘enough’ for him.

It makes me proud to know that I am ‘enough’ for him. That my presence allows him to stay sane in a world of unwitting hypocrisy and deceit. That I can send him off, back to his world, knowing that he is sated; that he simply does not have any more essence left in him that seeks to be brought forth.

Mmmmm, he is stirring now. Time to coax one more from him, and in return to have ten or twelve myself. Giving by receiving. That is what every true love affair is about.

I feel my smile curving my mouth. “Morning, baby,” I mouth. His kind black eyes smile back at me. His arms reach for me, knowing what I want to do for him. Again.

Seduction 23

Seduction 23

One last question I simply have to ask my husband.  “Do you think badly of me after watching me be so slutty with all those men?”

Jon seems shocked at my question.  “Oh no baby!  NO!!  Watching you was the biggest turn on I have ever witnessed!  I have fantasized about watching you with other men for years, well, since before we actually got married.  And no, now that it has actually happened, I can tell you that my wildest fantasies were nothing in comparison to what it was like to actually watch you enjoy all those men!  And to see you cumming like that!  WOW!  You are the sexiest woman I could ever imagine!  I had no idea that you could cum that much baby.  I love that about you, knowing that you enjoyed sex that much!”

Then my husband asks me, “So can I ask you a question?”

His tone sort of scares me.  I can tell that he is going to ask me about the future.  But I know that we have to maintain our honest dialogue.  “Oooookay . . .?”

“Do you want to be Andrea’s . . . Our Andrea’s . . . little slut whore?”

And there it is.  What do I want?  Do I want to have the incredible sex I had tonight . . . again, sometime in the future? 

How can I honestly answer anything but yes?  My bunny quivers just thinking about experiencing it again.

My voice dries up, so I simply nod my head.  Jon sees me nod in the mirror.

“Hoooooly canooooooli!” he says, reverence in his voice.

I sense Andrea stir.  She takes a deep breath, then clears her throat.  UHHHHUU HMMMMMMM!”  She puts her hand on my back.  “You’re the best lover ever, baby!”

She shifts in her seat.  “How’s your bottom feel baby?  Any pain?”

I shake my head.  She tugs me back into her arms.  She starts kissing my head and neck, caressing me, murmuring soft “I love you’s” as she cuddles me into her arms.

“So tomorrow baby, we are going to take you down to the bank of your choice and open the savings account for our kids.  Then we’ll go shopping for clothing you will need to be my special sexy slutty whore.  Then we’ll put together an auction for your vacation to a special place.  We’ll have to find the place you want to go on vacation, baby.  And you need to decide how many lovers you want to go with you on the vacation.  The number of men is up to you.  But keep in mind that you took on fifty men tonight, and bested all of them.  So I know that you are a truly lusty little slut whore.  I love that about you.”

I can see Jon listening to every word as he drives along.  To distract myself, I try to picture what is caging his peepee.  I can’t imagine what that must feel like.

“Do you want our cuckold husband to go with us, baby?” Andrea asks, a giggle in her voice.  “He loves being a cuckold husband, believe me.  When he and I discussed it while I was planning how to get you back in my arms, how to seduce you, he would get erections that almost refused to go down.”

My suspicions are correct.  I think about that for a few moments.  I can’t imagine me being away from home if he isn’t with me.  And clearly My Andrea considers him as a part of what she now owns.  I feel a flutter in my stomach as I think of myself, and of Jon, as literally owned by her, as being her property.

Jon has been hinting that he loves it, and doesn’t want to confront her about it.

And I realize that I feel the same way.  I force myself to be honest about my feelings.  I had incredible sex with fifty strangers tonight, yet I felt safe because I was hers.  I trusted her to keep me safe. 

But I also admit to myself that I want Jon to be able to participate in my new wild side.  I want him to see me being pleasured by man after man.  I want him to know that I am all right while I am this new person, this crazy slutty whore for Andrea. 

Without really thinking, I answer her question.  “Lets start out with three men on the vacation.  Then we can add more should I want to.  Is that alright?”

Andrea kisses me with a lot of sensual tongue.  “You are everything I have ever hoped for, baby, and more!  I love that I own you, and your husband, and that you are going to be the mother of my children.  And that you are not afraid to let your wild side hang out.  And that brings up something we need to get squared away.”

My heart startles.  I feel my bunny moisten.  Something tells me this is going to be exciting.  Andrea always does things with great purpose.  “What?” I ask, my voice in my throat.

“Since I own you, and Jon, lock stock and barrel, you will both start wearing my collar so that you never forget that you are my sex slaves.  You will call me Mistress when you address me.  Mistress, or Mistress Misty.”

I look over my shoulder at her grinning face.  “Yes, Mistress Misty!”  I feel my bunny clench at the understanding that I am now a full time sex slave. 

“And tomorrow, after we finish what I just told you we need to do, we are going to take you down to my friend and get you branded as my property.”

My heart clutches.  My whole body lurches.  I feel fear clutch deep in my bosom.  But I manage to whisper, “Yes, . . . ummm . . . umm . . . ummm . . . Mistress . . . ummmm . . .Misty.”

My Mistress laughs, threat evident in her voice as she viciously pulls my nipple, shaking my poor tittie violently.  “And then . . . we are going to get serious about your training as my whore!”

Seduction 22

Seduction 22

There is something I simply HAVE to know.  I take a deep breath before I start to ask what is badly worrying me.  “Baby . . . did I . . . hurt you . . . injure your parts . . . back there?”

My dear, dear husband glances at me in the rear view mirror.

“Well Babe, I gotta admit, my balls and cock ache like crazy right now.  But I don’t think it is because of what you were doing to them.  I think it’s because I came so hard.  Feels like when I was a kid, and my balls were just starting to produce sperm, and had my first wet dream.  My dick and balls ached for days.  Interesting . . . I even remember the sex dream I had!  So naïve . . . but baby, what made me cum so hard was how you looked, how hard you were cumming, how gorgeous you were as those men were filling you over and over with their gorgeous black cocks.  And actually cumming in you.  And the ways their eyes worshipped you.  My god that was sexy to watch!  You are without doubt the most beautiful, sexually alluring female in this world, baby.  I mean in the whole world!  I am so lucky to have your love.  I don’t deserve it, but I am totally enthralled that you love me sweetheart.”

I feel tears forming in my eyes.  How do I deserve a man that says those things about me after I have just done what I have done?

“We need to talk to Shirl about all this baby.  I have to understand what is going on.  Neither one of us can stand up to Andrea; I guess I should start calling her Our Andrea.  Because she really does control us, own us, doesn’t she?”

He looks at me again in the rear view mirror.  “Lock stock and barrel.  Yeah, we should call her Our Andrea, I s’pose.  We definitely should.  At our first opportunity.”  He is pensive for a moment, then he glances at me again. 

I lean forward, putting my hand on his shoulder.

“I have to be honest with you baby, I love that you are becoming so sexual.  I love that you are the incredible call girl that can command top dollar from men that want to fuck your gorgeous little body.  And ass.  God that was hot, Shon fucking your asshole!”

That makes me think of something that mystifies me.  “Honey, do you think that Our Andrea will really put the money she gets from selling me as her whore into a bank account for our babies?”

That brings up another question that I crave the answer to.  “And, honey, how do you feel about our babies being little black babies?  Well, interracial babies?”

Jon looks sheepish.  “Well, OK, full disclosure.  Andrea had my sperm tested and I am effectively sterile.  So if we are going to have babies, her way of getting you preggers is as good as any I suppose.”  He purses his lips.  “And honestly, I love the idea of your gorgeous white titties being suckled by a baby that is obviously not mine.  I am probably a pervert, but that really turns me on.”

“But could you love them, honey?” I ask, dreading his answer.

He chuckles.  “Honey, if it comes out of your body, I will love it forever.  Forever baby.  Together I think we will be an incredible pair of parents.  You are so full of love, and I think I am pretty loving and understanding too.  So I have no qualms about your getting preggers with black men.”  He rubs his crotch.  “God my cock and balls ache!  Thinking about black babies suckling on those incredible titties of yours has me hard again.  God I ache!”

I have to know more about his feelings.  “Are you really going to let Our Andrea pierce your peepee and put a lock through it, baby?”

“Well, honey, you proved to me tonight that I can come even if I don’t touch myself.  So I guess it doesn’t really matter.  You will have lots of beautiful black cocks every time you want them.  So you won’t need my servicing, except maybe to clean you up and get you home after you’ve been the party favor.  So honestly, I kind of think it might be cool.  I suspect  . . . Our . . . Andrea will probably not let me have sex with you anyway.  She wants you to enjoy only black men . . . from now on.”

“But what about the money I am earning baby?” I ask, worried that I might be allowing my libido to affect my common sense.

“Well, tomorrow will tell the tale, won’t it baby?”

It certainly will, I realize, as I feel several dollops of Shon’s sperm, and whoever else’s was still inside me, drip onto my ankle from my sodden, profusely used openings.

Jon has been very honest with me, so I decide to ask him about my biggest fear.  “Honey, what if I become addicted to black men?”

Seduction 21

Seduction 21

Andrea is diddling me with one hand and caressing me with the other when I wake up.  I look over toward Shon.   His trousers are still around his ankles, his shirt and undershirt pulled up onto his chest.  His black shaft is coated with drying white stuff (thank god it’s not brown), but languid, flaccid, against his flat rippled belly.  His length, soft, has not shrunk much from his length when he was engorged.  His circumference is less.  I can’t help but notice that the darkness of his shaft seems to amplify his masculinity. 

“Hi baby,” Andrea says.  “Welcome back.”  Seeming full of mischief, she grins at me, her eyes dancing with mirth.  “Baby, you cum even more than I do!  I had almost forgotten just how sexually responsive you are.”  She slaps my bunny as though admonishing me.  I feel my tummy clench in delight.  Why do I love it so much when she slaps me there?

Shon seems to come alive again.  His muscular hands also begin to caress me.  “We need to pluck her cunt so she looks as innocent as she seems when a person meets her.  I’ve never seen a woman that seems as innocent as her. “  He shakes his head in wonder, then his face brightens.  “I just figured out who her first trick should be!”  Shon’s face turns into a huge grin.  “We don’t have to worry about the size of her cunt either, not for this.”

Andrea stares at Shon, then her face lights up.  “You mean . . .?”

Shon laughs.  “Yeah.  We can pocket a hundred grand off her innocent little body and she will be famous, well within certain crowds.  Know what I mean?”

Both Shon and Andrea laugh as they high five each other.  Andrea’s face is full of smiles.  I have made My Andrea happy, just by being me.  My heart flutters in happiness.

Her fingers start plucking at my nipples.  I pull my shoulders back so that they are more accessible to her. 

Shon pats my bunny.  “I gotta fuck her cunt.  I just have to know what it feels like to cum in.”

Andrea chuckles.  “Tell you what, we’ll both get off on her.  She can eat me while you fuck her whore cunt!”

Andrea sits me up, then raises the hem of her dress.  “Lie down baby.  Put your head on the seat and I’ll ride you like I used to on your bed.”  Andrea pats the seat where she had been sitting. 

I lie down and feel the heat of her body where she had been sitting.

Shon raises my legs and moves to me.  His black beauty presses against me, then slides in.  His dark face shows his pleasure.  “God what a tight little cunt!” he moans.

Andrea squats above me, then lowers her pelvis onto my face.  Her knees are beside my arms.  She grabs my nipples, jerking and pulling them, shaking them periodically as my mouth and tongue do what they were taught to do so many years before.  I am home again, nestled in My Andrea’s need, her sweet tangy taste, her musky scent of lust, the soft roughness of her anus yielding to my eager, probing tongue.

Every time that Andrea jerks my nipples, Shon moans.  “God what a fuck cunt she has!” he says softly.  “Barely need to move in and out when you jerk her tits like that!”

I hear the sounds of My Andrea’s lust.  Her cries of happiness fill the car. . . the sounds that let me know I am pleasing her like no one else can.

I hear her smack Jon’s head and the car stops moving erratically.

“Yeah baby!” she moans.  “Just like I taught you honey, yes, just like that! Oh god yes, just like that!”

My Andrea starts to rock, like she always does when she is halfway there.  I reach up and pull her top down, freeing her large nippled breasts.  I roll her nipples tightly like I know she loves me to do.  I nibble on her inner labia, my teeth pulling and biting.  It never fails to drive her crazy.  I wrap her nipples around my fingers and yank.  I feel her hips, her vaginal lips, jerk in response.  I pull down hard and she screams in delight.  As I naw at her cunt lips, I slap her tits back and forth, back and forth, hard, then harder.  My Andrea screams, then feeds me her nectar, her precious nectar of love, my reward for knowing how to get her off.  I keep my teeth clenched on her flesh until she collapses.

Shon is sawing at me.  Slamming hard against my bunny, his balls slapping against the place that they will brand me.  He reaches down and yanks on my fleece.  “FUCKING CUNT!” he screams as he slams deep, his cock spewing liquid heat, filling me with his baby making juices.

Panting, Andrea moves her leg aside so I can sit up.  Without pulling her dress down, or stowing her beautifully shaped dark breasts, she collapses onto the leather then slumps against the car door.  Shon is leaning back, his head lolling back and forth against the headrest.  He starts to snore.  I hear Andrea’s deep, satiated breathing.  Liquid drips from my face onto my naked breasts.

Jon and I are, for all intents and purposes, alone together.

I see him glancing at my wet face and hair in the mirror.

“So where are we, Jon?” I ask, feeling strangely adrift in our relationship.  I lick my upper lip, collecting some of Andrea’s copious cummings. 

“Whatdayamean, baby?”  He answers my question with a question, obviously uncomfortable with where our relationship is now.

I decide to get to the bottom of this now, not later.  “Damn it Jon, I find out tonight I am Andrea and Shon’s whore.  Obviously you knew about Andrea’s profession long before you came at me.  And tonight I hear that Andrea and you have been having sex.  You haven’t been up front and honest with me!”  The depth of my anger surprises me.

Even in the flashing lights of passing cars, I see how red his face is.  He gets that hangdog, guilty look he always does when I catch him red-handed doing what he has not been honest with me about.

“Did Andrea really take you in your bum?” I ask, my tone of voice showing that I can’t believe it.

Sheepishly, Jon nods his head.  He is bright red again.

“How many times have you and her been together, damn it!?”  I hear hurt in my voice.

“Just once baby, when she taught me a lesson about being a cuckold.”

“What’s a cuckold?” I ask.

He grimaces, obviously ashamed. “That’s when a man’s wife fucks around on him and he knows it . . . like with his permission, sort of.”

“What does that have to do with her taking you in your behind?” I ask, confused.

He is silent while he tries to figure out how to say what he needs to say.  He grimaces, then says, “That’s not all she’s done.  She’s also locked my dick up.  So I can’t masturbate without her permission.”  He sighs in relief that he has said what he knew he had to tell me.

“How did she do that?” I ask, mystified that a man would allow his manhood to be locked up.

“Right now she has a plastic thing that locks my cock and balls up, so I can pee but not play with myself.  She says she is going to pierce me and put a real lock through my dick sometime soon.”  I see tears in my husband’s eyes. 

“Why do you want her to do that?” I ask, even more confused.

He shakes his head sadly.  “I’m just like you baby, I can’t say no to her.”

Seduction 20

Seduction 20

Andrea’s dark, burning eyes are scorching my soul.  Her expression is severe.  I know she is about ready to make me jump through hoops.  I am a pleaser, so I tend to do whatever I have to in order to make her happy.  I feel a shiver of anticipation flutter through my core.

Her hand moves possessively to my bunny.  She diddles me a bit.  Shon is staring wide eyes at what her hand is doing, his mouth hanging open.

“Lift your legs up so we can put them behind your shoulders baby,” she commands me.  “We are going to talk about what do with your whore holes.”

‘Whore holes?’ I think as I raise my legs.  ‘What are my whore holes?’  Shon lifts my ankles up and over my body, then Andrea forces them under my shoulders.  My totally exposed bunny and bum are now pointed directly at the roof of the car.

Andrea’s finger circles my rear portal.  “See how perfect her asshole is?” she asks Shon.  “No taint coloring, no malformations of her anal flesh.  Just a perfect little hole surrounded by slightly wrinkled skin.”

Shon lightly touches my rear portal. 

Andrea is now using two fingers to explore my most private opening.  She giggles.  I feel her finger midway between the bottom of my bunny lips and my bum-hole.  “I think we should brand our little whore right here.  What do you think?”

Shon circles his finger where Andreas had been touching me.  “Use our standard brand?”

Andrea nods. 

‘BRAND?  My Andrea wants to BRAND ME?  Doesn’t that involve burning a pattern into the skin of an animal?  Am I just an animal?  Is that what Andrea really thinks of me?  Am I hers to mutilate?  To use, to sell, to service any male she points me toward?’  Inexplicably, the vibrations in my tummy swell and jiggle and vibrate like I have never felt before.  Is this really turning me on?!

Andrea caresses me there for a while longer.  I feel my fear melt, turning into a scintillating, smoldering excitement.  I can’t understand why, but I want My Andrea to do what she wants with me there.  Such a private place.  So sensitive.  So intimate.  I fervently wish she would slap my bunny so I can come.  I picture myself with a mirror checking out my brand in such a location.  I realize that any of Andrea’s clients will see it when they lift my legs to use me.  I feel bunny clench at the thought. 

Oh god, I really am a slut!

Andrea says, “We need to teach her how to take cock up her asshole so she doesn’t get damaged the first few times by our clients.”

Shon looks at Andrea.  “She’s never had a dick up her ass?”

Andrea grins as she shakes her head.  “She really is little miss innocent!  Not even her husband has done her back here!  Can you believe it?  Body like this and her husband is too much of a woos to fuck her ass!”  Andrea is still caressing me there, her finger ever so lightly circling my anus.

Andrea looks at Shon.  “I think you should take her there while we drive back home.  You deserve it babe.  You deserve to be our little whore’s first anal reaming!”

They are both still fondling my anus. 

Shon thinks about what Andrea has said.  “We could use the sperm in her cunt to lube her ass up, couldn’t we?”

Andrea’s voice is excited.  “We also need to prepare her little whore’s cunt for men with thick dicks.  Maybe while you pop her anal cherry I should fist her.”

‘Fist me?  What does that mean?’  I feel someone’s fingers delving into my bunny hole.  The finger draws some of the sperm that is still inside me out of my vaginal opening and onto my bum-hole.  The finger delves into me again, again pulling more sperm out, then down onto my bum.  The finger seems to shove the slimy lubricant into my bottom.

“Really tight,” Shon says.

Andrea notices me trying to free my breasts from their uncomfortable positioning caused by my thighs that pushed them down beside my chest.  She pulls my right thigh to the side, grabs my nipple, which she uses to yank my poor tittie up and into place.

Shon exclaims, “OH GOD!  You should have felt her cunt clench when you did that!”

Andrea laughs, then grabs my other nipple and pulls that breast up and into position between my legs.

Shon laughs out loud.  “GOD!  Her cunt clenches so tight!  Wish my cock had been in there!”

“Well, what are you waiting for?  Stick it up her!  I’ll yank her nips while you are in there!”

Breathing hard, Shon hurriedly removes his trousers.  He has a bit of trouble extracting himself from his underwear because he is already erect.  Finally he frees his member and plunges it into my front.  “Yank her nipples!” he says excitedly.

Andrea does, yanking my nipples then shaking my breasts with my nipples while Shon’s face shows his pleasure at what my bunny feels like when I involuntarily clench down there.

Surprisingly, his member feels good to me, despite the slight irritation from being used by so many men in so short a time. 

Andrea stops shaking my titties while she watches Shon start to saw in and out of me.  “Are you going to cum in her baby?” she asks. 

Do I hear envy in her voice?  Shon wants me.  I feel proud to be desired by him.

The car is swerving slightly.  Obviously Jon is trying to watch what is happening to me in the back seat.

“Jon!  You wreck my car and I’ll fuck that ass of yours again, right in front of your wife!”

‘My Andrea has . . . taken . . . Jon?’

The car stops swerving.

I feel tears in my eyes.  ‘Andrea and Jon have been having an affair?’ 

Shon withdraws from my sheath.  I feel the sperm slickened head of his member pressing against my rear portal.  I tense.

“Relax baby,” Andrea commands me, her eyes imperious.  “We need to break in your whore hole for the brothers to enjoy.  So relax your anal ring and let Shon into your asshole.”

Andrea’s fingers delve into my bunny, going as deeply as her fingers will reach.

I do my best to relax my bottom as I picture Andrea and my Jon having sex together.  Why would Jon do that?  I have never ever said no to him!

Shon presses into me about an inch or so.  He pauses there.  But I can still feel pressure on a part of me that is further in.

Andrea swats my bunny.  “Relax inside baby.  Shon is at your second ring.  Once you relax that, he’ll fuck all the way into your ass.”

‘Isn’t he going to get dirty in there?’ I can’t help but think.  ‘Why would anyone want to have a woman this way when he could have her in front?’ I wonder.  Then I remember that Andrea told Shon she would use HIS rear portal . . . . again?  She’s already done this to Jon?  To my husband?

Andrea adds another finger to my opening.  She becomes rough with me inside.  Her fingers start forcing me forward and back.  Every time my body moves toward Shon, his member goes deeper into me.  The pressure builds inside my bum. 

Then miraculously, the pressure seems to ease, and I feel Shon’s thickness slide deep within my bowels.  He groans as he rests deep within me. 

Andrea grabs my nipples again and shakes my boobs vigorously while she yanks my nipples. 

How can I possibly be feeling sexy with everything that is happening, has happened?

But I do. 

Now Andrea is slapping powerfully inside my bunny.  Her hand is moving up and down inside my  . . . what did she call it?  My slimy ‘whore’s hole’?  It sounds like schlok!  Schlok! Schlok!

I realize I have am penetrated in two of what My Andrea calls my whore’s holes.  My bunny and my bum are under the control of, and being used by my darling Andrea, however she wants to, with whomever she wants to share me with.  It is my most treasured gift I can give My Andrea.  I admit to myself that I love giving myself to Her to use, to enjoy, to punish.  I want Her to own me, lock stock and barrel, no reservations!  Take me, my Love, use me, all of me, for Your pleasure.

My eyes roll back into my head.  Things get dimmer.  Shon suddenly withdraws . . . then powerfully slams back into me, full depth.  I feel his plump cojones slap my bum.  Andrea’s fingers are vibrating up and down inside me.  Her fingers are hitting me on the same pleasure part that the Sybian machine did, when I was riding it . . . oh my god . . . was that only a few hours ago?  I feel so different now.  I feel like I am a new woman, Andrea’s woman, Andrea’s toy.  I am now Andrea’s slut whore.  I watch Her eyes raping my body; I feel Her hands doing as She wants with my parts, my sex, even my  . . . whore’s ass.  I am Hers.

Shon is pummeling my rear whore’s hole, his grunts emphasizing his pleasure of being inside me back there, in my rear whore’s hole.

Andrea is working my front whore’s hole as if She wants to ruin it.  She can . . . it’s Hers to use, to destroy.

I feel Shon’s liquid heat explode inside me . . . back there.

My submissive humiliation is too much, simply too much; I explode into mind-blowing orgasm, a liquid springing from my front whore’s hole.

Andrea screams in delight.  Shon shoves his penis as deep as it will go inside me, I feel spurt after super-heated spurt of his thick cream bathing my bowels  . . . I feel his cojones pulsing against my cheeks . . . as I fade to black.

Seduction parts 1-19

Seduction 1

Copyright Deni Wom 2012, 2013

Edited by James Friedman

My husband and I have been doing much better since we began going to marital counseling.  This woman, our marriage counselor, has been able to help us both understand that honesty truly is the only way to regain trust, and that intimacy without trust is fleeting at best.

Some of the things we talked about while we were with her were . . . mind blowing!  

For instance my husband told me last time we met with her that he really, really wanted me to “sample the water.”

When our counselor asked what that meant, my husband said (his eyes glued to the floor, his cheeks blushing bright red) that he wanted me to let him watch me have sex with other men!

I was floored!  I was astonished!  I felt like he didn’t think I was exciting in bed.  I felt dirty and unworthy and scared.  I had NEVER EVER EVER gone out on him!  How DARE he accuse me of such a thing?

And that’s what I angrily blurted out when the counselor asked me how I felt about what Jon had said.

Jon started crying when I had described how it made me feel when he said things like that!

He apologized profusely, tears streaming down his cheeks.

I was too angry to feel badly about what he was feeling.

Then the counselor, her name is Shirl, patiently explained some of the differences between men and women, as well as our innate perceptions about sex.  

For instance, I learned that men are done when they orgasm, but women are just getting started (thinking about it, I had to admit that I already knew that, deep down, but would never admit it to myself).  

Shirl went on to explain that during the caveman days, women freely accepted the seed of many men during their sexual peaks.  Being bred by more than one male each time helped to assure that the genetics of the mother would be passed down to future generations; part of the “Survival of the Fittest” thing.

She explained that a male watching a woman having sex with others was one way that a virile male helped assure that HIS genes would be passed down to the next generation, because the more times he could “get it up” the more often he would spawn offspring.

Shirl also explained that women are even more aroused by watching others have sex than men are, oddly enough.  That shocked me.  I have always refused to watch pornos because I felt it was wrong.

Shirl asked me what was “wrong” about it? 

Try as I might, I could not come up with a single thing, except religious reasons.  Well, that and, I finally admitted, I was afraid if Jon compared my body with other women’s bodies . . . like the porn stars . . . I would feel shamed, and unattractive.

Shirl asked Jon if I turned him on.  

He got all profuse about how sexy I was, how he loved my boobs and butt, how his favorite thing in the whole world was when I had an orgasm.  He went on and on about me, my body, and how he loved making love with me.  I noticed he actually got an erection inside his underwear as he talked about making love with me.

Weird as it might seem, I felt my moisture growing for the first time in years.

Then Shirl looked me right in the eye and asked me if I was starting to feel sexy listening to what Jon was saying about me.

I struggled to do it, but I finally admitted I was.

Jon got the biggest grin on his face when I said it did!

Shirl then explained that I had now passed the thirty-year-old threshold in my life; and that meant I was probably feeling a greater need for making love than I had when I was younger.  Apparently all women become more sexually conscious at that stage of their life.

I am sure that I blushed when I admitted to myself that she is right.

Then Shirl looked me in the eye and asked me, “So, after hearing Jon’s feelings about you, are you willing to watch a video of Jon’s choosing, one that has erotic material in it?”

“You mean a porno?” I asked, shocked.

“Yes . . .” Shirl answered.

It took me awhile, but I finally nodded as, embarrassed, I looked into Jon’s excited eyes.  “Okay.”

I could not believe how wet I suddenly was!

Seduction 2

Without really realizing what I was doing, I drug my feet about watching the video that Jon brought home.  When I did finally consent to sit down and watch it, I was quite surprised about what was in it.  

I was expecting men with huge dingdongs and women with huge, perfect hooters and lots of gross noises being made.  I was expecting lots of swear words that started with ‘F’, and bathroom humor.     

Instead, it was a really romantic story about a wife that got seduced by another woman!  Both of them had bodies about like mine, which is B-cup sort of sizes.  I found myself intrigued by the love story.  Not once did I have to grimace or plug my ears.  At the end, Jon and I made love and it was wonderful.

I didn’t tell Jon that my college roommate and I had ended up in bed together a couple of times.  So long ago.  Seems almost like it never happened.  I was such a different person then.  Wasn’t I?

After we made love, Jon and I talked about the movie.  He was delighted that I enjoyed it, even though it was about two women, not heterosexual sex.

I told him that I was afraid the movie was going to be gross and lots of swearing and huge peepees and all that.  He listened intently to everything I said.  He didn’t go to sleep until after I did, which is a first!  Well, a first after making love, I guess I should say.

Just before I drifted off he asked, “Would you let me watch you with another woman?”

My reply was a sleepy, “Depends . . . “

And with that I drifted off to sleep.

In the shower the next morning, I found myself thinking about making love with Andrea so many years before.  My tummy started feeling flighty as I remembered how we had touched each other, how we had felt as if we might be in love with each other.  I found myself tearing up about not having stayed in contact with her.

And my tummy got more and more flighty.

While my fingers were down there cleansing “her”, I dallied a little too long.  I started feeling ‘needy’ for the first time in years.  It was the first time I actually felt excited since I discovered Jon stroking himself while he was at his computer reading a porno story.  That’s what eventually started us going to Shirl.  

On impulse, I dialed Jon at work.  He answered in his gruff office voice.  I simply said, “Yes.”

He got so excited!  “I know just the right person honey.  You will really like her as a person.  I know you will.  After you meet her you can decide if you want to go through with it.  I promise not to push or nag you, OK?”

 “Yes,” I said again.

Jon went into delirium tremens I think, telling me how much he loved me and adored me . . . . .etc, etc, etc.  

I was grinning from ear to ear.  

After we hung up, I found myself wishing he were with me so that we could make love.  What a wonderful feeling that was!  Wanting to make love, rather than just passively allowing it to happen, was such a delightful difference!

I started fantasizing what it would be like getting to know our new . . . female . . . friend.

Seduction 3

My husband called me from work.  He whispered what he was trying to tell me.  I couldn’t understand what he was saying.  Before I could clear up my confusion, he hung up.  His boss may have walked in, or something like that.

So I spent all day wondering if he was telling me that he had made arrangements with the woman that he wanted me to meet.  I found myself really wanting to meet her.  My tummy was fluttery.  I had a hard time concentrating on my work.  (I guess I didn’t say what I do.  I work at home writing articles for various magazines.)

I finally gave up and went for a run.  Every step I took felt effortless, as though my body gave no resistance to movement.  When I got home and undressed for a shower, I saw why.  My panties were soaked!

I was fidgety until I heard my husband finally pull up outside.  I was standing at the front door when he came in.  

He looked at me.  “What baby?  What is it?”

I told him I couldn’t understand what he said on the phone.

He nodded, but he looked at me as if he was puzzled by my presence in the front hallway.  Then, f i n a l l y, he started talking.  “Well, the woman I told you about the other day, she would love to meet you.  She suggested Friday night, tomorrow night, at the Grill and Bake, at seven o’clock.  Will that work for you baby?”

I nodded nervously, my stomach tied in knots.  “What’s her name, honey?  What’s she like?  How should I dress?”  I had a million other questions, but my tongue stopped working.  

“Her name is Andrea.  And I have no idea how you should dress.  I don’t know anything about this sort of thing.  You’ll just have to play it by ear baby.”

He was right of course.  But still, how could I wait that long?  I mean, what if she’s MY Andrea?  What would I do then?  Would she still want me? 

Would she recognize me?  

Would she even remember me?  

Would I feel the same about her?  

Would she feel the same about me?

OH GOD!  A whole day and night.  

I was in a torture chamber!  

Should I tell my husband about my college lover?  

Ten thousand questions; zero answers.

I must have steam rolled my husband.  I was so ready that he had barely inserted tool before I went nuts.  I started screaming and groaning.  

I think I scared him, because he lost his erection.  

I had to silently pull George out after he went to sleep.  I tiptoe into the bathroom for some badly needed relief before I could drift off.  

My dreams were incredibly erotic.  I was saturated, desperate for more, when I woke up.  

My husband was already gone.

George got a triple work out.  I fell asleep with him inside me twice.  

My god what has gotten into me?

Seduction 4

I got NO writing done today!  NONE!

I don't care!  All I can think about is Andrea.  MY Andrea.  What if it’s her?????

I have ZERO patience today.  I am too nervous to eat.  Watching TV is pissing me off.  Such stupid people, well, stupid characters . . . and such insipid conversation!  GAWD!

Can't even enjoy reading!  I lose focus and soon am just visualizing what might happen this evening.  

How shall I dress?  I wish I knew what she will be wearing!  

What if it's MY Andrea?  I think about what it was like to make love with her.  I think about how her dark fingers caressed my whiteness.  I think about how she knew just how to kiss me.  Even down there.  Especially down there.  I can't even get Jon to kiss me below my waist.  I've tried everything, perfume, lifesavers, triple douche, EVERYthing.  He refuses to put anything in me but his peepee; not even his fingers, for god's sake!

Where's George?  I HAVE to work some of this pent up stress out on something!

Oh god, I overslept!  I peaked so hard I passed out I think.  Quick!  Shower, then makeup, then . . . what the heck should I wear?

Thank god they are a few minutes late!

God I'm nervous!  Trying to stay seated in the living room.  I keep getting up and looking out the window.  Then I catch myself and force myself to sit back down.

FINALLY!  I hear Jon's car pulling in.  

And another car.  The second car sounds like it is a sporty model, or something.  

Two doors slam.  I hear their footsteps.  I hear them talking on the front porch.  I can understand their words.  But Andrea's voice sounds familiar to me.  Or am I just wishing it does?

Please please please, hurry up and come in!

I hear the key in the lock!

I hear the latch moving! 

I hear the door start to open!

I hear a pair of high heels on the floor in the front hall . . . .

I hear the rustle of clothing; maybe it's her jacket coming off.

Muffed sounds, the closet door closing?

Footsteps coming toward the living room . . . 

It’s not my Andrea.

Jon ushers the woman into the living room.  "Honey, this is Angelica.  Andrea will be here in a few moments.  Angelica, this is my wife Dani."

Angelica shakes my hand and we exchange pleasantries.  After my disappointment, I feel my anxiety building again as again I wait for Andrea's arrival.  I can scarcely focus on the conversation.  I find myself saying, "Sorry, what did you say?" far too many times.  This woman must think I am a total klutz!

The sounds of another vehicle arriving.  A door slams.  Jon goes to let her in.  The sound of a jacket being removed.  No talking.  Footsteps moving toward the living room . . . .

OH MY GOD!  It is MY Andrea!!!!!!!!!!!

She stands there in the doorway, grinning at me.  Her perfect, brilliantly white teeth set off by her flawless dark skin.  She is even more beautiful than I remember!  Oh god I have missed her smile!

"Hi Dani," she says in that smooth, dusky voice I adore.

I can't talk.  I finally just run to her and leap into her arms.  Our kisses are so noisy!  I forget that Angelica and Jon are even here.  

I take her hand and pull her to the couch.  Instantly we are thick as thieves.  It is as though time has stopped since the last time we were together.  

My Andrea is as gleeful as I am!

A tiny part of my brain registers that Jon is talking, and that that other woman is answering him.  I hear only Andrea's words.  Time stops as we catch up with each other's lives.  Every time Andrea touches me, on my arm, on my thigh, on my shoulder, I feel myself heating up down there.  

But, something has changed.  Something about Andrea.  Something about how she carries herself, how she looks at me, how she touches me.  

It finally dawns on me that I am eager to please her.  I feel, somehow, deliciously submissive to her . . . now . . . .

Seduction 5

I happen to glance at Jon.  His eyes are glittering with excitement, glued to Andrea's hands as she touches me.  He already has a bulge in his trousers.  I suspect his IQ is now below 80; the rest of his normal intellect has disappeared into his underwear.

Andrea's dark eyes are fixed on mine when I look back at her.  Without looking away, she instructs my husband to put some dancing music on, slow dancing music.

The strains of "The Last Waltz" soon fill the room.  Andrea pulls me to my feet.  It seems so natural to me when she takes the lead.  Without even thinking about it, I melt into her arms.  The strains of "Unchained Melody" follow seamlessly.  I loved Demi Moore in the movie.  I feel a trilling resonance deep within my tummy.

Andrea leans down and kisses me, the same kiss I remember from so many years ago.  While we are kissing, "Only You" starts to play.

Honestly, I don't remember what happened after that, at least not clearly.  I know that Andrea and I ended up in bed together.  I have no idea if Jon watched or not.  I remember soaring higher and higher and higher until there seemed no connection between gravity and my body.  I think I might have been screaming in delirium.  

I do know that Jon was asleep on the floor when I woke up the next morning.  His trousers were around his knees.  There was a long spray of cream up the front of his shirt.  He had no blankets or a pillow.  

Andrea was gone.

Our next visit to our therapist was embarrassing.  Jon had a huge poop-eating grin on his face as he informed Shirl that he had indeed watched me, WITH A WOMAN!

Shirl didn't even smile.  She just watched Jon gloating over his fantasy coming true.  Then she looked at me.  Thank god she had no look of censure or disapproval on her face.  She asked me, "Do you understand why you enjoyed your liaison with your college friend?" she asked me.  There was thankfully not a whit of disdain in her voice.

I had not thought about it, well, other than the embarrassing knowledge that my husband now knew I was probably gay.  

But Shirl urges me to picture myself as a cavewoman, a woman with several children, and without the ability to buy things, of course.  My caveman husband goes away and is killed on a hunt.  Maybe all of the men are killed while away.  She then asks me, "Which women, and children, are most likely to survive?  A woman with close, maybe even loving bonds with the other women around her, or a woman without emotional ties to the women in her cave?"

I begin to understand her point.  Women with a support network stood a far better chance of surviving than someone who didn't.  

Shirl continues, "So if your children survive because some of the women of the cave caring for them, even if their mother dies, who's genes get passed on down?"

I nod.  "So you are saying that being gay is normal and helps ensure that my genes are passed down, generation to generation?"

Shirl chuckles.  "Being gay means that you would not have become pregnant unless you were raped.  No, I am saying being BIsexual helps to ensure survival of yourself and your offspring."

I finally get it.

Bisexual.  What had my high school girlfriends called it?  "Swinging both ways."

I find myself wondering if I will get to make love with Andrea again.  I think I will feel less guilt next time.

Seduction 6

I was partway through the last paragraph of an article.  My phone rang.  I could tell by caller ID it was my hubby.  For some reason I had a flash back of him lying on the floor, a ribbon of cream across his face, all the way up into his hair.  I had to giggle.  I flashed back to how wonderful it was as Andrea stroked me slow and tenderly.

"Hi baby!"  

His voice held excitement.  "Andrea has time tonight honey.  Do you?"

Should I show my excitement?  How long would my husband want to watch me with her?  Did I dare not take advantage of every chance I could to be with her?  

I decided to be nonchalant about it.  "Sure babe.  What time are you thinking?"

Jon was silent for a few seconds.  Was Andrea standing beside him?  I could hear him breathing.

"Seven o'clock.  Want to meet us downtown at Mickeys?"

Did that mean she wasn't going to come back to our house?

"Uh . . . OK."

"Great!  See you then . . . .  Huh?"  His mouth obviously moved away from the mouthpiece of his phone.  I could hear Andrea's silky smooth voice in the background.  "Andrea says no bra, low cut blouse.  She wants to show off your girls to her friend."

Why do I look down when I picture my girls?  I can't see them, for god's sake!

She wants to show me off to a friend?  I find myself blushing as I begin to think about which blouses I have that will look good.

There is no way I can concentrate now.  I give up on my article and head for my closet so I can pick out my outfit.  It has to be perfect.  Andrea wants to show me off. Obviously whoever is going to be with her knows that she is my lover.  I flush hot when I think about her telling others about taking me to her bed.  

I find the perfect outfit.  I head for the shower so that I will have time to get my face on.  I can't stop myself from toying with her while I wash.  I tweak my nipples to watch them rise to extended peaks.  The blouse I selected will display them nicely whenever they perk up.  

I force myself not to peak as my fingers thoroughly cleanse my bunny to full depth.  I use the hand sprayer to fill me with water, then let her drain.  I do it again.  I don't dare try a third time.  

My time at my makeup table is excruciatingly delicious.  I keep visualizing her friend staring at my exposure.  I wonder if it will be the same woman that showed up at our house.  It occurs to me that I have no idea what happened to her.  I begin to wonder if she watched.  Or if Jon and she . . . .

I can’t think about that.

I don't even remember her name!

I think it started with 'A', just like Andrea's.  That's as close as I can get as I concentrate on my makeup.  My face comes together well.  One less thing to worry about.

As I put on my clothes, I decide to also forgo my panties.  I will be naked under my skirt and blouse.  

My whole body shivers.  

In front of the mirror, I think of Andrea's touch and watch as my nipples peak.  With the light coming from above, I can see their shadows through my blouse.  I turn sideways to the mirror and slouch my shoulder.  The darkness surrounding my nipple appears perfectly.  I turn to face the mirror then bend over.  My bells hang in full view.  

I am ready to be the sexy slut that I know Andrea wants me to be!

Thank god the restaurant is only a few minutes away.  

They are already seated when I arrive.  

Andrea is with a man.  A broad shouldered, tall, black man.  He smiles at me, his eyes staring at my girls.  

Andrea smiles as she also appraises my exposure.  I thrill when she nods in approval.  

"Didn't I tell you she has spectacular tits?" Andrea says to the man.

Jon introduces me to Shon.  His hand engulfs mine.  HUGE hands!  His eyes stare into mine, so dark, so intense!  Then he again glances down to enjoy Andrea’s lover's tits!

I feel my nipples harden.  Everyone stares at them.  I swear I can feel myself drip.

Seduction 7

I can't help myself; I instinctively pull my shoulders back to more perfectly show my girls off to his lusting gaze, wanting Andria to feel proud of what I am.  Am I smiling at him?  I am!  I feel that delicious quiver in my tummy.  My nipples are so hard that they ache deliciously.  They seem to stretch toward his touch.  I find myself wondering what it would be like to have his thick fingers, his huge hands, capturing my breasts, caressing me, controlling me.  

For some reason my eyes are closed?

I open my eyes.  I blush at how turned on I am.  Can they smell my arousal?

My eyes focus.  

I am looking straight at Shon's crotch!  

I am horrified!  I am fascinated.  Why did I look at his crotch?  He is erect!  He wants me!  He wants to have sex with me!

I glance at Jon.  His face is white.  His mouth is open in shock.  He is staring at Shon's face, but I would swear that he had just been staring at Shon's crotch, just like I was.  My husband recognizes that Shon’s black eyes are leering at my nipples, wanting to have sex with me.  Staring at my body, at my rock hard nipples that are clearly erect and ever so visible to everyone in the restaurant . . . if they are looking toward me.  

Are they looking at me?  Are they shocked?  Are they disgusted?  

Do I care?

We all stand there, frozen in lust, unable to follow our carnal instincts.  Afraid of what might happen if we do.

Finally Shon pulls my chair out for me.  I try to be graceful as I take my seat.  I can feel my moisture as I move.  Surely they can smell my arousal!

Shon pulls Andrea's chair out too.  She gracefully assumes her seat.  She is so beautiful.  She gives me that special smile that says she is proud of me.

I puff with pride.  My Andrea is not embarrassed by my awkwardness.  I begin to relax.

We do small talk as we peruse our menus.  We order; my nipples are still pointy.  

We all seem a bit on edge.

Andrea clears her throat.

I look at her.  I feel myself pulling my shoulders back to again show off my assets to best advantage.  She smiles proudly.

Then she half-smiles at me, her head tilted back, eyes partly closed, watching me with languid interest.  The tip of her tongue runs along her upper lip.

She looks at my nervous husband.  She smiles lustily as she says, "Pull your wife's blouse down far enough that her right breast is exposed to my friend."  Her voice is dusky and soft.

My eyes shift to Jon's face.  His eyes are staring at my still hidden right nipple.  As if in slow motion, I watch his hand move toward me, one finger extending as his hand nears my chest.  One finger hooks the top of my blouse.   With exquisite slowness, my husband pulls out then lowers my blouse so that another man can leer at his wife's voluptuous, hard nippled tittie.  

I stare at his finger, his hand as he exposes my body, his wife's breast, to a stranger, in public, at the demand of his wife's lover.  

What does my darling lover, my Andrea, have in mind for me?  What have I gotten myself into?  

God I am turned on!

Seduction 8

Andrea smiles at me as she watches my face.  Occasionally she glances down at my breast, her eyes caressing my nipple.  She wears a dreamy, almost ethereal look.

I think back to when we were in college together, roommates, and how I would fantasize about her wanting to make love to me that night.  Wondering if she would she make love to me?  Or would she be off dallying with one of her other friends . . .  or lovers?  I remember wondering how many different people she had sex with.  I knew then, just as I know now, that some of her lovers are male.  I could taste their residue when she would sometimes come back to our dorm room with sperm inside her.  She would often smother my face with her sullied, fragrant bunny, grinning at me in that needy way of hers as she mounted my willing face.  Sometimes she would ask me if I could tell who she had been with by the taste of his essence.  I think she was teasing me, making sure I knew that she had more lovers than just me.  

But, things feel different this time.  I don't get the sense that she is playing me anymore.  There is something more in her eyes.  Something gentler.  

Dare I say, or hope, something more permanent?

I begin to wonder what Jon would do if I became her permanent lover, her little fuck slut, her go-to toy.

A waiter comes by to refill our drinks.  He blushes bright red when I catch him staring at my naked breast.  I feel my own blush of embarrassment.

When our food comes, I have no appetite.  I pick at my food, my eyes flicking back to Andrea's to reassure myself she hasn't forgotten that my tittie is still exposed.  Each time she smiles lovingly, reassuringly at me.  

As the evening passes, I find myself being less embarrassed, less disconcerted about being partially naked in public.  I begin to eat, though slowly.  Periodically I think about my breast still being visible and my nipple hardens again.

When we have finished our dessert, Andrea instructs my husband to cover my breast.  Everyone, my husband, Andrea, Shon, and the people sitting at surrounding tables, watch as my ripe pinkish-white nipple disappears back within its hiding place.  

As we stand to depart, a man sitting at a table next to ours looks at me and says, loud enough that even those in tables further away can hear, "You, beautiful lady, are a MILF!"

I find myself grinning, blushing, rather than being offended.  I am not sure, exactly, what a MILF is, but the look on his face leaves no doubt that he likes my looks, and, I suspect, my tittie being exposed to his gaze as he ate his dinner.  He's even kind of cute!  I can't stop my glance from falling to his lap, and realize that I am delighted to see his obvious bulge stretched out across the upper edge of his pants leg.  He likes me!  

I wink at him!  What has gotten into me?  What am I becoming?  

What is the official definition of 'A Slut'?

Andrea pats me on my butt as she grins at the man.  

Everyone watches as we exit the restaurant.  I see a few wives elbow their husband, an angry scowl on their faces.

As we walk into the parking lot, Andrea hands the keys to her Jaguar to my husband.  "Here Jonny, you drive while the rest of us enjoy the back seat."  She pats my husband on the top of his head, as if he’s just a boy.  

I know he comprehends her demeaning message, because he blushes.  What is my husband becoming?  What is our marriage beginning to turn into?  Shirl will have to tell me . . . US . . . what is happening to us.  Without question, I am in . . .WE are in . . . brand-new territory!

Andrea puts her arm around my shoulder.  I can feel her breast weighing on my shoulder.  How can I sense that . . . how can I feel like . . . SHE is my rightful spouse!  She is much taller than I am, even taller than Jon, for sure; maybe as much as six inches taller.  

I have a flash of what would happen if they ever fought it out, woman to man.  I think Andrea would win . . . .  

How can I be thinking about such strange things?

Andrea kisses the top of my head.  I can feel that her nipple is also hard as it indents my cheek.

Jon walks behind the rest of us, almost as though he knows his rightful place.  

I feel something wet touching the back of my leg.  I look behind me.  I discover that my skirt is wet back there.  I don't remember spilling my drink.  Then it dawns on me . . . . 

Jon is also staring at my wet spot, his eyes glued to the clear evidence of my arousal.  He looks a little apprehensive, maybe even a bit scared.

Andrea holds the car door open for me.  She puts her arm around my waist and kisses me deeply as I step past her to get in.  "Follow my lead, lil darlin'," she whispers.

Clearly my Andrea has something in mind.  She grins wickedly as she winks at me.  

We all get settled in.  Andrea's warm thigh presses firmly against my left leg, Shon's quadriceps press against my right thigh.  

Sitting here right next to him I realize just how big a man he is.  I can see no evidence of fat on his muscular frame.

"Drive us to the 'Ibex', chauffeur!" Andrea says, giggling gaily.  She drapes her arm over my shoulders, her fingers dangling gently on my cleavage.

I have no idea where the place Andrea told Jon to drive to is, but it seems to me, in the far recesses of my memory, that it is in a city about an hour away.  It seems like . . . a girlfriend of mine . . . and her husband . . . went there once.  What did she tell me about it . . . ?

Jon asks no questions.  He starts the car, fiddles a bit as he deciphers the Jag's control system, finally twists the little knob that puts the transmission into gear, then pulls smoothly out of the parking space.  

Shon's eyes are watching Andrea's hand.  

I can feel the damp coolness of the wet spot under my legs.  I blush as I admit to myself it is there because I enjoyed my exposure.

I begin to wonder just how far I am willing to go to please my Andrea.  I find myself desperately wanting to see her smile, her pleasure as she watches my face.  My heart skips a beat each time I look up and behold her thoughtful eyes staring into mine.

I pull my shoulders back.  Her fingers slip within the folds of my top.  Slowly, erotically, she begins to caress my not so subtle curves.  

Shon's eyes are burning holes in my blouse as he stares hungrily at her delicate, circling touches.

As our driver, Jon is facing forward.  I realize that I can't see his eyes in the rear view mirror.  He can't see what is happening in the back seat, at least not what is below his mirror's range of vision.  

I feel the air tantalizing my nipple.  Andrea kisses my forehead, then turns my face to kiss my mouth.  Her tongue seeks entrance, admittance between my lips.  I eagerly grant her erotic demand.  Our delicate, deep kiss lasts a long, long time.  Her lisps are so soft.  I fantasize about what her lips have kissed over the years of our dorm room companionship.  I give her everything I have.

I can hear Shon's breathing as he stares at our heady, lingual caresses.

Andrea's skilled fingertips have found my nipple.  I gasp; ready to do whatever she wants me to, so long as she will keep touching me.  I feel the fabric move away from my right breast.  I hear Shon moan ever so softly.  Her fingers slide across my nipple, then I feel the fabric fall free of my left breast.  Again I thrust my girls forward, proud of their perfection, wanting Andrea to be proud of what she controls.  

"Raise your right leg and put it on Shon's lap, darling," Andrea whispers.

I do so without hesitation.  I can feel the coolness of the air between my spread legs.

Andreas hand cups my breast, jiggling it slightly.  Her thumb and forefinger grip my nipple; her hand tugs it forward, stretching it away from my chest.  She shakes my breast by shaking my nipple.  I groan in lust.

Shon moans again.  I realize that there is something pressing against my calf.  I don't even have to look to know exactly what it is.  Shon is fantasizing about having me, obviously enjoying his view of my body, our contact, the weight of my leg on his manhood.

My breasts are alternately brightly lit and then in semi-darkness as other vehicles and streetlights flash past.  

I feel the hem of my skirt slowly being drawn upward.   It's Andrea, slowly . . . ever so slowly . . . edging the fabric of my skirt upward.  I suddenly remember I did not wear panties tonight!  Soon my nakedness, my naked needy cleft, will be visible to Shon every time headlights flash by the car window.

Seduction 9

Shon sits there, his eyes glued to the hem of my skirt as it moves tantalizingly, slowly, up my thighs, my spread thighs.  I feel the air movement more and more on my excitement as my skirt edges higher. 

Shon's breathing is becoming ragged as his eyes stare at my privacy.  

I hear Andrea's breathing grow more rapid.  I feel her breasts pressing into my back with each panting breath.

"Oh god this is hot!" Andrea breathes as her fingers walk slowly across my skirt, the fabric bunching under her hand as the hem crawls up my thighs.

Shon's eyes suddenly widen.  His head jerks forward.  His sensual mouth opens.  I see his tongue slowly caress his lips as he stares between my upper thighs.    I am positive that he has just spotted my naked bunny.  "No panties!" he murmurs as he looks at, is staring at, ogling my fluttery, exposed bunny.

I feel my bunny clench, my lower abdomen quivering.  My hips involuntarily lift, as if to invite his fuller attention, to offer my needy exposure.  I feel intense excitement . . . and shame.  Delicious shame, the shame of knowing I am acting outside . . . way outside . . . anything I have ever done before.  A stranger is staring at my nakedness.  My lover, my Andrea, is delivering my body to him for his thrills, his seeing my nakedness.  His black hands mesmerize me.  What will his fingers feel like?  What will he be allowed to do to me?  How can my husband be OK with what is happening right behind his back?

"My god, I can see how wet she is even in this light!" Shon breathes as car lights flash by.

"Taste her," Andrea urges, rather loudly.  I think she is holding her breath now as she stares at the little white treat she is offering her friend.

I am sure that my husband hears her encourage Shon to defile my married body.  His whole body jerks.

Shon slides his large powerful hands under my hips, his thumbs collecting the underside of my skirt as his hands slide across my naked bottom.  He lifts my saturated cleft to his mouth.  His plush lips kiss me there, then begin to nurse on my pulsing, swollen clittie.  I feel my eyes boring into what he is doing to me, the intense pleasure he is giving me, with my husband in the car.  

I glance up toward the rearview mirror.

Oh GOD!  My husband is watching another man pleasuring me orally!  

I can't help but wonder what my Jon is thinking.  I can't help but wonder if he is hard . . . or if he is hurting.

But Shon's mouth . . . oh myyyyyyyy!  Shon's mouth.  OHhhhhhhhhhhh!

There's pressure building in my tummy, in my bunny . . . . . . . 

Andrea's fingers begin to tug and jerk on my nipples as she stares at her friend's oral pleasuring of my bunny.  Excitedly, Andrea commands me, "Push baby!  Push!  Come in his mouth!  Push!"

I do and am utterly mesmerized when I realize that I am . . . squirting.  I am flooding Shon's adoring, talented mouth.  How did Andrea know . . . . . . . . . . . .

My whole body grows taught.  I lose control of my legs.  Things begin to grey.  I feel my eyes pressing upward behind my eyelashes.

Everything fades to black as exquisite sensation swallows my consciousness.

Seduction 10

The car is stopped, the motor turned off when I wake up.  My whole body feels happy.  It takes awhile for me to figure out why . . . then I feel myself grin.  I open my eyes to see everyone staring at me.  Shon, or someone, has re-covered my nakedness, thank goodness.  Andrea has tucked my girls back into my blouse too.

Andrea and Shon are looking at me.  Jon has turned around in his seat and is staring at me too.  The look on his face is . . . strange.  I guess that’s what I would call it.  It is like he is maybe having second thoughts about Shon taking liberties with his wife’s body.  Or maybe he is feeling intimidated that Shon had succeeded in giving me such a stupendous orgasm that I passed out.  With his mouth.  My husband has always refused to even consider doing such a thing.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, it is too late to change what has already happened.

My body feels like I could purr as I stretch and grin.  Wow that was a great orgasm!  Best I have ever had . . . by far!

As I stretch luxuriously, I notice that we were in a parking lot.  I turn to look around.  The sign says ‘Welcome to Club IBEX.  Best fun in town!’  

“Are you ready for some more fun, sweetheart?” Andrea asks me in a whisper.  Her breath caresses my ear.  “Let the men touch you tonight honey.  We’re here to keep you safe.”

‘Why will I not be safe?’ I wonder.  I look at her.  She kisses me, long, and luxurious, and with lots of tongue.  She seduces me to her will.  She flicks my nipple with the tip of her index finger.  I flinch a tiny bit, even as I feel my nipple extend and harden.

Jon has been watching my every move.  He still looks nervous . . . or is it scared?

Andrea looks at him.  “Are you ready for this?” she asks him.  

My husband nods nervously.  I see him take a big swallow, like he is having a hard time getting his saliva to go down.  

“Take you cloths off, baby,” Andrea tells me.  “I have an outfit I want you to wear for me tonight.”

I look at her, startled. 

She holds up a skimpy, stretchy, gauzy, single piece dress.  I can see through the fabric everywhere except at where my breasts and my bottom will be.  It is tiny, but looks like it must be stretchy enough to cover me.

“Take your clothes off baby.  When you are naked I will help you put the dress on,” she says.  

‘Do I have enough room to take my cloths off in this back seat with three people in it?’ I wonder, my eyes taking in how tightly we are packed together.  

It’s a struggle, with lots of incidental touching of both Shon and Andrea.  But finally I am stark naked.  

Shon is staring at me, his eyes wide, his mouth open, and an obvious bulge in his britches.

“My god you have a gorgeous body,” he breathes.  

I blush as I smile.  “Thank you, sir!” is all I can think to say.

“Sit on Shon’s lap while I help you pull this dress over your head, baby,” Andrea commands me.  She looks at Shon.  “Hold her steady while I pull this over her body.”

Shon gladly does as he is told.  His huge dark hands are so obvious on my naked white skin.  One of his fingers somehow runs up the front of my tittie.  His fingertip is on my nipple.  

I look around to see if anyone is watching me through the car windows.  No one is.  Why do I feel slightly disappointed?  Am I an exhibitionist?  Good god!  What am I becoming?

“Hands up baby,” Andrea prompts me.

I comply.  The dress is stretchy, but very, very tight.  Andrea has to work to get it over my head and shoulders.  As she pulls the fabric down, certain parts of my body reappear, as if I am naked beneath the sheer fabric.  Which, of course, I am.  The lower hemispheres of my breasts are visible.  The upper hemispheres of my breasts are visible.  A slightly more translucent band of the fabric covers my nipples.

“Lets get out so I can pull your dress down around your hips, hon,” Andrea suggests.  

Shon literally picks me up and steps out of the car with me.  He shows no strain whatsoever as he hefts me, as though I am a tiny sack of M&Ms.

I am naked from the waist down as Andrea takes her time coming around the Jag from the other side.  Her eyes scan my figure, including my naked behind and my visible bush.  

“When we get you home, we need to pluck your bunny so it’s nice and smooth,” she says as she gently eases the fabric over my hips.  

The fabric only comes about two inches below my cleft.  When I look down, I can see the very top of my pubic hair through the fabric.  Subconsciously I run my hands over my butt.  The fabric seems to hug my curves tightly back there, showcasing the crevice between my buttocks.

“My god, girl!  You are the first real live 10 I have ever seen up close and personal!” Shon says.  He pulls me to him, his huge hand in the small of my back as he possesses me.  I feel his steel hard erection against my tummy as he holds me to him.  He bends over; his pillowy lips caress mine.  “I can hardly wait to enjoy that little tight white pussy of yours, baby!” he says, loud enough for my husband to hear. 

I look first at my husband, then at Andrea.  The look on her face confirms that she intends to give my body to this man to enjoy.  

Jon still looks scared.

I can’t describe how I feel.  Scared, excited, fluttery, expectant, all wrapped into one vibrating ball of fearful, jittery anticipation.

Shon turns me, drapes his hand on the curve of my buttock, and walks me toward the front door of Club Ibex.  His middle fingers slides between my thighs and caresses first my anus, and them my cleft.  I wonder if Jon is watching him be so forward with his wife’s body.

I am so wet that I feel no friction down there as I walk, my shoulder against his lower rib cage, my saturated bunny being fondled by the blatant, exploring finger of a stranger.  

I just trust that my Andrea knows what the hell she’s doing.

I can hear the band playing as we enter the Club’s front door.

When we walk in, everyone turns to look at us.  In an instant, every eye is on me.

Even the band stops playing.

I feel utterly exposed.  

Why do I feel powerful?

Every pair of eyes is voraciously feeding on my body.

Andrea and I are the only two women in the place.  

And my husband and I are the only two white people present.  

Seduction 11

I feel like I am on a merry-go-round that is spinning out of control.  I try to understand my myriad feelings.  All these men.  Me . . . Andrea.  Andrea has brought me here.  Brought me to where all these men are.  And she told me to let the men touch me.  

I glance at my husband.  His eyes are glassy.  He is also looking at all the men in the room.  He swallows nervously.  

Andrea turns my face to hers.  She kisses me gently.  Music starts to play.  She leads me onto the dance floor and leads me in a slow, tightly entwined dance.  

Every man is watching us.  

Andrea speaks to me, her voice soft, barely audible above the music.  “Every man here knows that I am your lover, baby.  Every man here knows that your husband wants you to have sex with other men.  Every man here has agreed to, and has been tested for STDs.  Every man here is clean and smart and well off.”  She is quiet for a bit.  Then she puts her mouth right next to my ear.  “Every man here is willing to pay to fuck you baby . . . well, every man except your husband that is.”

My knees go weak.  My head spins.  ‘What is Andrea telling me?’  I can’t decipher her message.  Maybe I just don’t want to admit that I understand her intent.

I’ve stop moving.  I look up at Andrea, unwilling to accept what she is implying.  ‘She wants me to agree to accept money for having sex with these men?’

I can no longer stand.  Several men grab me as I start to crumble.  They carry me to a chair and gently sit me down.  

I feel betrayed.  ‘I am not a whore!’ I think over and over.  

Then why is my tummy fibrillating?  My body is literally pulsing down there!

I look around the room.  So many men.  All staring at me longingly.  All well dressed, well built, even handsome each in their own way.  Not one is looking at me like I picture a man would look at a whore.  There is gentle adoration in their eyes.  

I glance at my husband’s crotch, checking to see his reaction.  I see the distinct shadow of his erection.

Andrea whispers, “Each man here is willing to pay all three of us, you, Jon, and me, to go on a vacation with him in the hopes that they might get to take you to bed.  We get to choose where we go!  How great is that?”

I think about what she has just told me.  “What if I don’t like the guy?”

Andrea chuckled.  “That’s what tonight is all about, sweetheart!  You will get to dance with each of these men, as long as you want, and any that gives you the creeps will be asked to leave.  Then, after you have eliminated any man that you would prefer not to be around, we will hold an auction.  The highest bidder gets to take us on vacation first.  The second highest bidder gets to take us on vacation next . . . and so on.  We get to choose where we go, where we stay, everything!”

Andrea kisses me deeply, her hands caressing me.  She pulls me tightly to her, gently holding my head to her shoulder.

“Is this what you want me to do, allow these men to have . . . uhhhh . . . intimate relations with me?” I ask, half afraid of her answer.

Andrea kisses my ear.  “Baby, what I want is for you and me to be lovers for the rest of our lives.  I know how much you love Jon, and I am more than willing for him to stay in our lives.  I really like the guy.   You did good when you choose him.  I love you with all my heart.  When we graduated and we lost touch, I began to realize just how much I love you.  So a couple of years ago I hired a detective to find you again.”  

I’m shocked!  I look up at her.  

I decide to ask the question that has really been bugging me ever since she came back into my life.  “Is it really truly honestly possible to love more than one person at a time?”

Andrea’s beautiful smile radiates love.  “Of course baby.  When we have our babies, you will love each and every one of our babies, and still love both me and Jon, and perhaps even the father’s of our children, all at the same time!”

I don’t think through everything that Andrea has just said.  Like most people, I hear only what I want to hear.  I find myself thinking, ‘I do love Andrea, and I do love Jon.  I would just die if I lost either one of them.’

Andrea whispers, “Now it’s time to dance with all these men, one by one.  If you have any sense of distrust or disgust, or dislike, or fear with any of them, just look at me and shake your head.  All these guys know this is going to happen.  But if you find yourself attracted to any of them, look at me and wink.  All right, baby?”  She pauses.  Her expression softens.  “I know every single one of these men.  They are all really good guys, trustworthy, intelligent, and loving men.  So what you should be looking for is: do you feel attracted to any of them, and vice versa?  Do you feel repelled by any of them?  No one will take any offense at your gut instincts, because all the guys, Jon, and I all had a long, frank discussion this noon about how physical attraction does not always result from intelligence, looks, or friendliness.  It’s chemistry.  So don’t second-guess yourself sweetheart; just listen to that sweet little, wonderfully responsive bunny of yours.”  Andrea grins suggestively at me.  

“Does Jon know about all of this?” I ask, totally blown away that I will be dancing with all these men, and making decisions about which ones I want to invite into my bed!  

I have to be dreaming!  Things like this don’t happen in real life!

Andrea stares directly into my eyes.  “Yes, he does.  And has agreed to it without reservation.”  Andrea gives me her ten thousand watt smile.  “Ready, baby?” she asks.  I hear excitement in her voice.

The flutters in my tummy increase tenfold.  Why am I still hesitant?  I know what my Andrea wants from me.  Jon seems excited about all these men staring lustfully at me in my skimpy revealing, utterly flattering dress.

It is suddenly undeniably apparent to me that Andrea is my Dominant, my Dominant lover, my Domme.  I so want to please her in every way that I can.  But I do love Jon; that I cannot deny.  There is no way I could give my darling, thoughtful, loving Jon up.  “Can I please dance with Jon first, and talk to him . . . to make sure he is alright with this?  Please?”  I hear myself almost begging my Domme.  

“Of course, sweetheart!  Of course!”  My Andrea kisses me one last time before she turns me over to the wolves.  

Andrea nods at Jon.  Instantly he comes toward us, taking delivery of me from my Domme’s arms.  Andrea slaps my butt as she yields me up to my husband.

I can’t hold back, the words tumble out.  “Do you know about Andrea wanting me to have sex with all these guys?”  I am not careful about my tone, but thank god I don’t sound too irritated, too bitchy.  

Jon kisses me.  “Yes baby.  I know this might be hard for you for a while, but I agree with Andrea, you love her too much not to keep her in our lives.  Honestly, I would by far rather share you than lose you.  I would die if I lost you.  And as you can tell by my rather obvious bonor, it turns me on to think about you receiving pleasure from taking lovers.  I trust Andrea’s research and intuition about these guys.  And one of our agreements, she and I, is that you never have to be alone with anyone if you don’t want to be.  I am willing to go on these trips with you, to support your decisions, but to continue being your loving, supporting husband through all of this.”

Jon’s face looks nervous, but he is obviously sincere as he is telling me he loves me and supports me, and wants what is best for me.

“Are you jealous of Andrea honey?” I ask.  I don’t want to knowingly cause my darling husband pain.

Jon, to his credit, thinks about this for a bit before he answers.  “That’s a hard question, babe.  I have watched you slowly withdraw from our intimacy for the last several years.  Seeing you slowly moving away from me has been extremely painful for me.”  He has been looking up into the corner of the room, but suddenly his eyes focus on mine.  “So when a woman . . . named Andrea . . . approached me about a year and a half ago, and started . . . how do I say this without it coming out wrong . . . hmmm . . . asking rather nosey questions about you and us and our life together, I was at first put off.  But when she didn’t push me . . . just sort of . . . well . . . seduced me into opening up to her, I began to feel almost brotherly with her after a while.  About six months ago she told me that you and she were lovers in college.  

“I’ll never forget her saying that the first time.  It both scared me and turned me on.  Visualizing you and her together touching each other; it scared the shit out of me as well has made my cock get hard.”  My husband blushes.  “That night when we were in bed, I simply had to have you.  I was too turned on to not have you.  While we made love, foreplay, all I could think about was Andrea’s gorgeous black skin in intimate contact with yours.  In my mind, I kept seeing her hands caressing you, touching you intimately.  I came as I slid into you that night!  I was so embarrassed!  I remember the shocked look you gave me.  And ever since, I have not been able to last more than a couple minutes for you.  I am sorry baby, but the idea of, the fantasy of you two together just makes me erupt!”

That admission answers a lot of questions!

“So honey, I will support whatever you decide to do.  The idea of a man taking us all on vacation and him spending the nights in bed with you turns me on so much that I just might explode right here right now!  Embarrassing as that would be!  But I have to be honest with you, my love, I want this.  I want to hear you cumming in the room next to mine, knowing that some great big gorgeous black cock is inseminating you!  I may sound like a perv saying this, but the sounds you make when Andrea makes love to you are the most erotic sounds I have ever heard.  Just knowing that you are having incredible orgasms takes control of my soul, and makes me want to watch you experiencing it ever moment of every day.  I know that’s stupid, but it’s the way I feel.”  

Jon’s expression turns tentative.  “Please. Baby, don’t hate me for my honesty.”

I am shocked, and my face must show it.  Jon tries to tear away from me.  I instinctively pull him tighter to me.  I looked up into his face.  I feel tears in my eyes.  I blurt, “No baby, no!  Don't feel stupid or embarrassed for being so utterly soul searchingly honest with me.  . . . In fact . . . thank you so much for that!”  I pull his face down to mine and kiss him softly.  “To tell the truth, I have never felt closer, more connected to you than I do right now, honey!”

Jon squeals in delight as he picks me up and swings me around in a big circle, kissing my face the whole time.  Finally he sets me down, looks at me with nothing but love in his face, then announces to the others present, “Well gentleman, she is yours for the evening!  Who wants to dance with my gorgeous, sexy wife first?”

Seduction 12

Every eye is looking at me.  They are fascinated . . . by what Andrea has promised them, about me . . . by how she has raised their anticipation about what I will do for the love of my life.  Well, for both of them, both Andrea and Jon.  Jon wants this as much as Andrea does, I realize suddenly.  

A part of me is dreading what is coming.  But another part of me feels exhilarated, exhilarated at knowing that my two loves are thrilled by my willingness to fulfill their fantasies.  

I wonder what kind of woman would want fifty men standing there, staring at her, wearing a skimpy nearly see through dress, no underwear.  I glance down.  I am so nearly naked.  So little of me is left to their imagination.  

I am so moist.

Fifty handsome, rich men staring at me.  Fifty men wanting to dance with me!  Fifty men hoping they will get to bed me!  What would that be like?  

How lucky a woman would be as she is bedded by various men in dreamlike vacation spots around the world!

Their fascinated, curious eyes filter down my body, taking in my almost see through dress, measuring my bust line, caressing my hips, gazing at my legs, my bum.  

No one is rushing to ask me to dance.  I think, ‘This is like the still before the storm.’  

‘Let them touch you,’ I remember Andrea saying.  She trusts them.  I trust her.  Do I trust them?  

I hear Jon breathing behind me.  My senses heighten.  My whole body seems to grow taut, ready for erotic stimulation.

One man steps forward, hand out, his eyes vulnerable.  

I walk to him.  

His hand firmly grasps mine.  

His flesh is so much darker than mine.  His hand is much larger than mine.  

My hand disappears into his gentle authority.  

His other hand goes to the small of my back.  

We are dancing.  He is much taller than I.  I look up at him, his face, his potent eyes.  

He is looking down at me, a half nervous, half playful expression.  His dark eyes are defenseless.  

Wow can this man dance!  So much better than . . . then and there I promise myself never to compare other men with my husband.  

Wow can this man dance.  

My grin muscles are working full time.  

“God yer gorgeous,” he says as he peers down at me, guides me about the floor, holds me firmly, possesses me, flawlessly leads me through intricate dance moves.

Another man taps his shoulder.  

This man can dance wonderfully too!  

I begin to relax.  

I am . . . truly. . . enjoying myself.  

My third dance partner, a little shorter than the first two, holds me more firmly, tighter, his hips against mine.  I feel my breasts against his stomach.  I feel his six-pack flexing, alive, virile.  His bulge caresses just above my nearly naked bunny.  I sense him growing harder as we dance.

“God I want you!” he groans.  

I blush, but my grin stretches from ear to ear.

Did I just flutter my eyelashes?

Several more men swish me around the floor.  I am no longer fearful or anxious.  I’m having fun!  I find myself complimented by their attention.  

An hour later, I am still dancing, laughing, delighted to meet these wonderfully virile males.

Not once have I felt fearful as we dance.

But I am getting warm.  I ask my current partner to shepherd me to Andrea’s table.  He pulls my chair out for me.  I smile up at him.  He whispers, “I got to have you baby.”

I wink at him.  I am grinning so broadly that I hear Andrea giggle.  

She pulls me down beside her.  “So you like everyone so far?”

I grin at her.  “Yes, sweetheart, I’m having lots of fun!”

Her finger under my chin, she pulls my face up.  She languidly kisses me.

Every man seems to be holding his breath as my Andrea enjoys my lips.  After a wonderful eternity she slowly disengages.  She smiles at me.  Her face is so close to mine that I feel the warm sweetness of her breath.  “Now we show everyone how easily you cum, baby.”  

What in the world is she talking about?  Is she going to make love to me right here in front of god and everybody?

Andrea nods at someone.  Her eyes again find I mine.  “Have you ever heard of a wonderful little toy called The Sybian, baby?” she asks, her voice husky.  Her tongue caresses her upper lip.  She is anticipating what is going to happen to me next.  Her eyes sink to my breasts.  

I shake my head.  “Sybian?” I croak.  I’m having a hard time speaking above a whisper.

Andrea chuckles.  “Oh god baby, you are going to soar into the heavens while you’re on the Sybian!”  She kisses me again.  She nods toward a round topped machine that looks a bit like a saddle, except right in the middle is a penis looking thing sticking up.  The machine is sitting on the top of a table.  Two men move the table with the Sybian to the center of the dance floor.

“Are you ready baby?  Trust me, you will love what this does for you!” Andrea murmurs to me as she caresses my cheek.  Her hand drops, her fingers tweak my nipple.  “Just let yourself go honey.  Give all these men a glimpse of how beautiful you will be as you cum under them!”

Andrea kisses me again, her tongue fondling mine.  She holds my head with both her hands.  Her eyes burrow into mine.  “Go on baby.  Make me proud of my darling little sexpot.  Show these men what a real woman is like.”

She pulls me to my feet, then leads me to the machine.  Two men help me up on the table.  Andrea puts her hand on my hip to steady me.  “Pull your dress up above your hips baby, then straddle this, with your sexy little cleft right over the vibing dildo.”

Self-conscious about exposing myself to the men, I feel my cheeks glow hot with embarrassment.  

I do what my lover wants me to.  I bask in the glow of her fond gaze.  I step out of my high heels.  Soon I am naked from the waist down.  The men’s eyes are bugging out as they stare at my nakedness.  I hear groans from around the room.

Andrea helps me straddle the machine.  I sink down until I feel a cool sensation pressing against me down there.  

Andrea kisses me again as she reaches between my thighs, gently spreading my nether lips.

I gasp as the coolness of its head slips within me.

Seduction 13

I don’t know what makes me pause and look around.  I can see that Andrea’s hand is on the switch.  I have no idea what will happen when she flips that switch, but I remember her saying something about cumming . . . cumming so all these men can watch me cum.  I feel a quiver deep in my tummy.  

She tugs at my fleece.  “Make lots of noises.  Don’t hold back, sweetheart.  Show them just how much of a woman you are.  Show them that you love to fuck.”

I look at their eyes.  No one is looking at my face now.  They are all staring at what is happening between my thighs.  Not one man is talking.  They are riveted on what will happen next.  I glance lower.  It is clear that most of them are sporting . . . woodies.  Some are quite prominent.  Some seem to curl into a less obvious spot in their trousers.  

“Take him all now honey,” Andrea commands me.  

I sink downward, feeling my sheath expand, feeling my bunny fill . . . to capacity . . . and still I sink downward.  His head hits home.  I can sink no farther.  I look down.  My bunny lips are stretched tight, looking white below the pinkness of my mound.  

I can hear the men breathing.  Not a word is spoken, but their stares have intensified.  Most of their mouths are open, as though they are shocked by what they see.

Andrea flips the switch.

I feel . . . vibrations . . . yes, but . . . more than vibrations.  Something seems to be pounding against a very sensually erotic spot deep within me.  I have trouble keeping my eyes focused.  

Unbidden my hips begin to move forward, then back.  Everything is blurry.  Am I moaning?  God, that’s me!  I am making noises!  I never make noise when Jon makes love to me!

I can sort of see Andrea’s beautiful smile.  So much white.  My hips are grinding against that thing inside me.  It is beating me inside.  Strumming something . . . a place I was unaware of until now.

My nipples are hard, taut, almost painfully so!

My eyes must have rolled behind my eyelids, because I see nothing but red.  The noises I hear sound like a slut in heat!  My god!  That’s me!  I start to swear!  I am using profanity!  OH GOD!  I’m going to cum!  Oh GOD!  I seem to spiral upward into the stratosphere as my whole body clenches and shakes.  Mistress Bunny is in total control.  Every move I make is to further encourage this incredible orgasm that fills me from top to bottom, utterly controls me . . . demands my allegiance, owns me completely.  I feel my face grimace, my toes curl, my hips buck . . . I hear my grunts grow louder, then my screams of pure ecstasy . . . . 

Blackness . . . .

Seduction 14

I can’t feel my body.  I’m weightless!  I can hear sounds . . . .

The room moves as I look around.  Below me, a little below me, is me . . . lying there.  I am being supported by one of the men, his hands cradling my back.  My body just lies there, perfectly still.  

I look closely.  I think I can see myself breathing.  

Yes, I can see my boobies rising and falling.  

I feel no sense of panic, just a rather morbid, sated curiosity.

All the men are pressing in tight around body, my Andrea, and me.  

I hear Andrea tell Jon to pull my dress up so that the men can see my chest and tummy.

His hands are shaking as he complies with her command.  My hips are already bare, but as my dress is pulled up toward my shoulders, I can see where the dildo is vibrating inside my tummy.  There is a rather prominent bulge where it is pressing upward from inside me against my lower belly.  It occurs to me that the vibrator is still running, beating a staccato against the sensitive button inside me.  

I hear Andrea tell everyone that they can touch me while I’m out.

I can’t feel them touch me, but I can see them fondling me, exploring all of my breasts, my private places.  One of the men raises my legs.  Men on either side of me spread my legs wide open.  The man between my legs inserts a finger into my bunny hole.  Men are fondling my titties.  Someone slaps my breast sideways. I watch it shudder back and forth.

Jon is staring at my bunny where a stranger’s dark fingers are inserted into it.  I watch the looks of wonder on the men’s faces as they rapaciously fondle and explore my body.

They seem particularly interested in the bump in my tummy where the vibrating dildo is still running.  Many of them place their hands on the bump, feeling the vibration within me.

Am I dead?

Can’t be dead, I’m breathing.  I can see myself breathing.

Then it dawns on me.  I am having what my psych professor called “an out of body experience”!  

I relax as I now understand what is happening. 

The men are thoroughly enjoying themselves!  They have separated my bunny lips, pulling them apart rather forcefully.  They are peering inside me.  What in the world would they be looking for in there?

The Sybian’s vibrating dildo pops out of me.  A bit of moisture flings off its head as it waves back and forth like an inverted pendulum..

The men holding my legs pull them further toward my shoulders, lifting my bunny and bum higher into the air.  I am fully exposed now.  I can see my bum winking as they touch it.

Curious black fingers explore my interior, both front and back.  The men are kissing me, suckling my nipples.  They are getting a real charge out of lightly slapping my breasts to see them shake and wobble.

Jon’s eyes are moving from crotch to crotch, seeming to appraise each man’s member. 

Two of the men decide to see if they can get three fingers into me.  They succeed, after a bit of patience.  They immediately start trying to insert four fingers.

Andrea pulls their hands away.  She looks at Jon and commands him to recover me, to pull my dress back down.  

The expression on Andrea’s face is pure lust.  

One of the men asks if they will get to watch the two of us make love.  Andrea’s reply is, “Of course, for a price!”  She grins.  “I’m so turned on right now that I may need to sell her body to one of you tonight so I can watch my gorgeous little girl getting bred!”

Several of the men pipe up with “Jus one of us?  Why not a gangbang?”

Andrea thinks about it as she again lifts the hem of my dress.  She slides a finger into me as she stares at my bunny.  “Hmmmm.  I kind of like that idea!  She’s really wet!  How many of you do you think she should service tonight, gentlemen?”

That’s when my eyes open.  I’m back in my body again.  I look up to see everyone staring down at my body, watching Andreas finger in me.  From this vantage point, it is utterly obvious that every single man standing around me has a rampant erection.  Every man wants to sleep with me, to bed me, to . . . do I dare say it?  To fuck me.

Half a dozen voices are shouting, “All of us!”

Again my Andrea is silent for a few seconds.  “Well, if you all will promise me you will just pump and cum as quickly as you can, and not try to last inside of her for a long time, we might be able to make that happen . . . if you all bid high enough.  Your sperm will provide excellent lubrication for the next guy, so if she doesn’t dry out too bad, it just might work!”

Only then did they notice that I was watching them.

The lust on my beloved Domme’s face is unmistakable.  She looks at me adoringly, but with no apology.

I can see that Jon is close to losing it.  He is so erect that his trousers, always baggy, are held almost six inches away from his thighs.  There is a small wet spot forming right at his tip.

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My Andrea bends down to whisper in my ear.  “Sweetheart, I want you to have our babies.”

My mind has a hard time understanding what she is telling me.  ‘OUR babies?’  

She continues.  “All these men have signed a statement of willing paternity.  Each and every one!  I have all of the men’s DNA decoded.  If through testing one of them is the genetic father of one of our children, we will know immediately.  The agreement I have with them is that they will then assume the status of Uncle to our children.  All the ‘uncles’ will be granted the ability to stay at our house and come into our bedroom at will any night they are with us.  You know, to slake their lust in you.  Maybe even to breed another baby for us.”

There’s that word again.  Breed.  

Andrea kisses me passionately.  “Yes baby, I want you to be my breeding mare, and bear little babies that we can all love infinitely.  All these men have been genetically tested and have no bad genetic markers.  In other words, they are ideal genetic donors.  You get to experience the act of conception with them.  So it’s better than a sperm donor program.  And you will never lack for sex, like you have with Jon.  Think of it, as many men as you want every night!  Orgasm after orgasm!  And me right by your side the whole time!”

As I puzzle what my Andrea has said, it dawns on me she is sort of asking me to marry her.  Well, in a way.  

Before I can ask about my biggest concern, she continues, “Don't worry about Jon, he has signed off on all of this.  He will have a bedroom right across the hallway from ours, so he will be able to hear all of your orgasms and nirvana, every night.  He will function as the children’s daddy.  You know how badly he wants children . . . .”

My Andrea always seems to know what I am thinking, moment by moment.  She is incredible!

“I’m not on the pill or anything,” I blurt out.

“I know baby, but you are a week past ovulation, so tonight will be fine.  And if any of the men here give you a bad feeling while they are breeding you, just look at me and shake your head.  What do you think, Love of My Life?”

Her lips capture mine, her tongue caresses mine, her hands caress the spots she knows will remove any resistance I might feel toward her wishes.

Her hand moves downward to my need.  Finger pull by finger pull she again raises the hem of my see though skirt to expose my bunny to the men’s lustful gazes.  The low murmur of their voices makes it clear that they are craving seeing my naked bunny . . . again.

I feel the soft caress of the hem of my dress on my lips when Andrea stands upright.  “Are you men ready to bid for this sweet woman?”

The shouts of “Yes!” and “Dam straight!” fill the room.  You can cut the testosterone in the room with a knife.

Andrea hops lithely up onto a chair.  For a few minutes she outlines the rules of her auction of me, of my body.  

I am too blown away by what my Andrea wants me to do to really be able to listen.  But the jist of it seems to be that the highest bidder gets first shot into my bunny hole.  If he doesn’t ejaculate within three minutes, he loses his place in line.  They can caress me, kiss me, fondle me, suckle on my breasts, so long as they immediately insert their member into me . . . and start pumping.  And Jon is to guide each man into me, his wife.  Then Jon is to watch the elapsed time and the man’s testicles to make sure that his ejaculation starts within the allotted three minutes.  If the man starts ejaculation within three minutes, he can continue to stay inside me until his member has softened.  Then he has to withdraw and give way to the next man, who will, again, be guided into me by my husband.

With that, Andrea puts my body on the auction block.  The bidding is crazy fast.  In under a minute my body has been sold to a man that is quite handsome, broad shouldered, and quite tall.  I remember dancing with him and enjoyed it greatly.

My body is sold forty-nine more times, until every man in the room, except Jon, has reserved his place in line to enjoy me.  

It occurs to me that My Andrea, my beloved Domme, has made a lot of money tonight by selling me to all these men.

I am a very expensive piece of tail, apparently.  

I recognize that I am very wet.  

The first man to have me removes all of his clothing, including his socks and tee shirt.  His lustful eyes ravish me as he steps forward.

Andrea directs Jon to spread my legs, then guide the first lover into me. 

His hands are shaking as he grips my ankles and raises my legs.  He is so nervous that I can see his lips tremble.  His erection has disappeared behind his trousers.

He reaches for the man’s member, then with two fingers guides him to my opening.  

I watch as the first man’s dark shaft sinks slowly into me.  He leans forward and begins to kiss me passionately.

I am not ashamed to admit that I return his passion.  All I can think about is “The first of fifty!”  

Then I feel him buck as he groans.  

The whole room applauds.  

He fills me to overflowing, the heat of his ardor obvious in his essence.  He collapses on top of me, I cradle him, kissing his ears and neck and cheek, until he gains enough strength to withdraw from within me, and stands.  

My Andrea’s eyes are beaming in love.  “Thank you,” she whispers to me.  “You will never regret this baby.  We will have the happiest family in the world.”

She looks at Jon, “Next,” she urges softly.

Jon’s erection is back in spades.  He inserts his finger into me to feel the man’s ejaculate, then guides my next suitor to my cleft.

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When at least (sort of a guess, I have lost track) ten men have enjoyed my charms and contributed their essence within my vagina, and Number Eleven is inside me pumping furiously, my Andrea instructs my husband to pull his testicles out of his underwear, out through the little pee hole thingy that men have in their shorts, and let them hang freely above my right side.  When he pulls his stiffy out as well, Andrea tells him to stuff his lily white cocklette back inside his undies, and to leave only his testicles out for me to play with.

Honestly, I am only vaguely aware that she is talking to Jon.  My lust is now soaring as I am serviced and enjoyed by fat hard cock after beautiful cock.  But when she has Jon’s most vulnerable parts hanging next to my right hand, she leans over and kisses me.  Then she whispers, “Sweetheart, as you get turned on, pat and swat Jon’s balls.  The more turned on you get, the harder you should swat and pat them.  Then, when you are getting close to coming, grip them in your fist, and when you actually do cum, squeeze them; the harder you come the harder you should squeeze them.”  She jiggles my booby with my nipple as she whispers.  

She places my hand under Jon’s sack, making sure I realize what I am touching.  

Only partly understanding what I am doing, I immediately start to pat his sack because I really am feeling lusty.  

Andrea instructs me to reach with my other hand, my left hand, to guide the next male into me.  She tells me to make sure they can see my wedding ring as I reach for their dark erections.

The men seem even more on edge, eager to expire now, to seed me, apparently because they can see me patting, well . . . swatting . . . my husband’s tender, swingy  testicles as I climb toward an orgasm.  I notice them staring wide-eyed at my ring finger as I reach for their potent, black, randy, virile pricks.  

At about number seventeen . . . I think . . . I realize that I am indeed ready to soar into a huge glorious O.  As instructed I clutch Jon’s sack and squeeze.  

Knowing that I have visibly signaled how close I am, my body gives in to its need.  I wail in intense orgasm as I hear my darling Jon wail in pain.  

Jon’s pain doesn’t register while I am cumming.  I keep squeezing harder and harder as another man expires inside me, adding his spurts of sperm within my womb.  

I finally relax my grip as my latest lover withdraws.  My hand immediately reaches for another gorgeous black penis and guides it to my white sloppy gash as I resume uncaringly swatting Jon’s aching testicles.  He groans in relief, his body growing slightly slack as he recovers from the pain I have unwittingly caused him.

My next lover’s penetration somehow causes my lust to surge instantly, and again I grip my husband’s tortured testicles as I peak again . . . and again . . . in ecstatic bliss.  This orgasm seems to last longer, in fact, as his black member withdraws and is replaced by another, I continue to wail and clamp and squeeze.  My orgasm becomes its own self-directed activity.  I am now only along for the ride.

I have no idea how long I cum, but Jon has collapsed, fallen to his knees, by the time I slowly become sentient again.  His testicles snap out of my hand.

My poor Jon, still on his knees, is wavering back and forth, his eyes rolled back behind his eyelids.  I glance down and realize he has thoroughly saturated the front of his undies, with what I am guessing is his sperm.  It looks like a gallon bucket has been thrown on his crotch.  His unfocused eyes have glazed over; his mouth hangs open.  

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I look over toward where most of the men have collapsed onto chairs, or onto the floor.  I behold a sea of deflated, cum stained dark flesh.  The men are grinning like they have been rewarded for heroism.  I know that I for one appreciate their valiant efforts to please my beloved Domme.  

She is grinning at me like she is so very proud of me.  Her look of bemused adoration brings tears to my eyes.

“Are you ready for the last ten men that bought you, sweetheart?” Andrea asks.  “I am so proud of you!  How do you feel after pleasuring forty men?”

I think about it for a couple of seconds.  The muscles in my stomach , sides and back are achy from all my climaxes; my bunny feels irritated from all the friction, but I would do it all again in a heartbeat for my Andrea.  I find myself wondering what I look like down there, after so many men have utilized my body.

I look into my Andrea’s eyes.  “Did I do okay, honey?”

When I look down, submissively, my eyes can’t help but see my husband, sprawled out cold on the floor.  His shrunken pink testicles are still visible, and the edges of the wetness on the front of his undershorts have started to whiten as they dry.

“Is Jon alright?” I ask.

Andrea chuckles.  “You should have seen him cumming, baby; should have heard him!  Never heard anything like it before.  Sort of a cross between a bull elk trumpeting, a pissed off sow, and a puppy dog whimpering!”

“But is he alright?” I ask again, concerned that I may have permanently injured him.

“He’s fine baby.  He came so hard he keeled over.  He’ll be fine again after a good nights sleep.”

I nod.  “Okay.”

Again I look over at the men still eyeing me, their parts erect and ready to pleasure me yet more.

“Let’s let these poor men relieve their stresses,” I tell my Andrea.  “They have waited a long, long time.”

Andrea’s face brightens as she grins at the men.  “Ready men?” she asks.  “Ready to breed my little slut whore?”

Andrea’s eyes are watching mine as she calls me a slut whore.  

While I process her new term for me, I reach for the next man’s member.  Their kisses and fondles, sucklings and pumpings almost immediately cause me to rise again, to new heights.  As I again catapult into orgasm, I realize my Andrea is right, I am a slut whore!  I love what is happening, and these men have paid for my sexual services.

With that knowledge admitted to myself, I cum so hard that I pass out.

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When I awaken, I am cradled in Shon’s strong arms.  He is carrying me, naked, across the parking lot to my Andrea’s Jaguar.  I feel my nipples, very stiff and extended from the cool night air.

Jon is trailing behind.  “Dayam!  Look at the sperm running out of her!” I hear him exclaim.  

I can feel it.  It is running from my opening across my bum, down one cheek, and then apparently dripping off of me.  In my lingering, blissful nirvana, I wonder if maybe it is dripping on Shon’s dress pants.  Then it dawns on me that Shon didn’t enjoy my body tonight, at least not since he primed me with that wonderful mouth of his.  Fifty other men did, but not Shon.

I find myself wondering if he doesn’t like me.

My Andrea notices that my eyes are open.  “Hi sweetheart,” she murmurs lovingly.  “Quite a night for my darling little whore, wasn’t it?” 

That word again, ‘whore’.

I look at her.  “Am I really your whore?” I ask, trying not to sound hurt, or to be put off by the term she uses to refer to me by.

Andrea chuckles.  “Honey, I love you dearly.  But business is business.  Yes, I sold you for sex tonight to all those men.  They paid darned good money to sample your wares.  Not one of them complained or wanted their money back.  That is a first.  I gotta tell you babe, you are the best whore we have ever had.”  She nods her head as if to confirm her statement.

The first thing that registers in my fuzzy brain is that I am not, obviously, the first woman that she has whored out to men.  The next thought that shocks me to my core is, my Andrea said ‘We’.

I feel tears coming.  “Who is ‘we’?” I ask.  I don’t want to hear the answer.  I feel as if my heart is breaking.  ‘WE!’  Am I nothing but a cunt to her, a cunt that she can sell like Cheerios to the guy with the most milk?

Shon is the one that speaks.  “Cool it, Misty.  She isn’t ready for that sort of information.”  He looks down at me.  “Honey child, Andrea, who I call Misty, is in business with me.  So ‘we’ is Misty and me.  And I have to tell you, she does love you. Never doubt that.  And she does want you to bear her babies, and wants you to be her partner in life.  She and I are only business partners, not sex partners, alright?”

Despite Shon’s attempts to sooth my feelings, I feel empty inside.  In my heart of hearts, I fear that Andrea recruited me not because she loves me, but because she wants to make money off me.  I feel tears of shame welling up from my heart.  I am just a whore to my Andrea.

I start sobbing.

I hug my arms to my nakedness.  I feel chilled to the bone.

Andrea turns to me, then wraps her arms around me.  She and Shon stand still in the parking lot, both of them hugging me.

Jon stands off to the side.  He asks, timidly, “What’s the matter honey?”

My whole body is wracking with sobs now.

“Let’s get her into the car.  Jon, start the car and get it heated up,” Shon commands.

Jon runs to the car and jumps in.

Andrea is right behind him.  She jumps into the back seat, then holds her arms out for me.

Shon carries me to her door then gently places me onto Andrea’s lap.  He carefully closes the door, then hurries around to get into his side.  He lifts my legs and places them on his lap as he slides in.  

Through my shivering and sobs, I can feel the car heating up.

Andrea is cuddling me on her lap.  Her hands lovingly stroke my back, my side, my tummy, sometimes brushing my breast ever so lightly.

Shon is stroking my legs lovingly.  “Poor baby,” he says softly.  “I think she’s had too much happen tonight.  Too much to assimilate in one short evening.”  His feather light touches travel up and down my legs, sometimes reaching my upper thighs, sometimes caressing the backs of my knees.

Andrea is crooning to me.  “I love you Dani; I love you deeply.  I want you to be the mother of my children, our children.  I want you to feel cherished and loved; because I cherish you, and I love you.”

She rocks me gently, back and forth, back and forth.  “Shhhhh, shhhhhhhhh,” she croons.  “There, there baby, it’s OK, everything’s all right.”

Andrea kisses me, my forehead, my cheeks, then my lips.  “I love you baby.  I love you.  I love only you.”

My crying has slowed.  “Then why do you want me to be a whore for you?” I sob.  

Andrea kisses me some more, then looks deep into my eyes.  “Because it’s how we are going to pay for our children’s college education, baby.”  She stops talking to stare into my eyes, asking silently if I understand what she is saying.  “Every penny we earn this way goes into their college fund, alright baby?”

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From her lap, I watch my Andrea’s face, the eyes that I love; the eyes I have always loved, I realize.  My memory goes back to the first time she saw me without my clothes on.  I was changing out of my sweats and into my bathrobe, ready to take a shower.  The dorm showers were communal back then. In fact they were unisex, so one never knew if a naked man would be in the shower room with you.  It took me at least a month to adjust to that.  None of them ever made advances toward me though, they just stared at my body as I showered.  When I would wash my private parts they would usually become erect.  The first couple of times it was embarrassing, but I got used to it.  I mean, I couldn’t blame them.  It was sort of a compliment, really.

Before the unisex showers I had never seen the dangly parts men had in place of my own smooth body.  I tried not to look, but found myself intrigued by what the men looked like as they bathed.  They would often wash themselves in a way that would cause their parts to enlarge and lengthen.  I noticed, surreptitiously, that the black men didn’t lengthen quite like the white men.  It was as though the black men’s part didn’t shrink after they lost their . . . excitement.  One man, a white guy, actually stroked his part until it spurted white stuff while I shyly watched out of the corner of my eye.  He seemed both excited and embarrassed by my presence, especially after he had spurted.  His member shrank rapidly as he hurried out of the shower.  He still had some white stuff on his hand.

It was after seeing that man squirt, when I went back to my room, that I first beheld the passionate desire in Andrea’s eyes.  Her expression showed a deep hunger, as though she was famished . . . starved . . . as she stared at me when I took my robe off.  

I heard her breathe, “My god, Dani, your body is gorgeous . . . absolutely perfect!”

I grinned as I blushed all over my body.  I turned to look straight at her.  I sensed my body tightening inside and out.

Andrea stood up, her hungry eyes staring at my breasts, my tummy, my bunny.  Then hesitantly, maybe even fearfully, she put her hand on my breast.  Her thumb and forefinger gently squeezed my nipple, as though satisfying some inner sense of curiosity.  Using my nipple, she jerked me toward her, her lips gliding through time toward mine.  I had never felt true passion before.  I had felt excitement, like when that guy had stroked himself to completion across from me in the shower a few minutes before.  

But never before had I felt passion . . . I guess I am talking about lust . . . until Andrea looked at me with that voracious need in her beautiful, dark, smoldering eyes, then touched me possessively.

Our first kiss reeked of passion, of need, of desire.  Her hands touched me in ways that made me know beyond doubt that she wanted me.  She laid me down on the bed, HER bed, my head right in the exposed corner of her mattress, then presented her succulently wet womanhood to me.  I had no idea what to do, so I kissed her there.  She moved her hips forward and told me to eat her.  

I had no idea what that meant.  I kissed her again.  

“Lick my clit baby.  Lick my clit and lick my cunt lips and suck on my parts.”

I did, tentatively at first, but then with more and more passion.  Andrea’s moans spurred me on.  My tongue and mouth explored her parts, including her pucker.  My whole body was tingling and vibrating, an inner itching that needed scratching in a way I could not comprehend.  

My fingers somehow knew what to do, sort of, and joined the scene, as though they were more experienced than I was.  

I realized that I loved pleasing Andrea, suckling, caressing, licking, and probing my new lover’s openings and folds.  As my inhibitions disappeared, my boldness increased.

“Spread your legs baby, expose your gorgeous little cunt to me,” Andrea commands me.

My legs popped apart, wondering what she would do, or if she just wanted to look.  

“Your cunt is perfect too baby!  Perfect!”  

I felt her bend over, slightly, then felt her hand swat my bunny.  

That’s when I had my very first orgasm.