A NEW JOB FOR BOTH OF US	(by The No-Backbone Cabrn)

      I recently received a promotion, and it changed my life. To
explain, let me give some background. My wife, Kathi, and I are both
31. We met in college and married a couple years after we graduated.
After that, we lived in Houston, where Kathi worked in real estate
and I worked for a large corporation, where I have been trying to
climb my up the management ladder.

      Over the years, we got settled into the daily routine of our
married life. As often happens, the spark slowly went out of our sex
life, and this loss did not go unnoticed. Kathi was sexually
adventurous in college, and we used to have great sex back then.
Even though the spark had been fading, I think our attraction was
still there. I know I was still attracted to her, just as I was the
first time I saw her in college: Kathi had shoulder-length auburn
hair, sparkling brown eyes, and a sexy look about her. She was about
5' tall, thin, and had a shapely butt that she loved to show off in
tight jeans. She was, however, rather small in the chest department,
in fact, a small B cup, but she had large, dark nipples that stuck
out when aroused. She had always been self-conscious about her small
size and had accused me over the years of finding her unattractive
because of it. I always denied it, but it was difficult when she
would catch me gawking at a busty woman. Finally, I could no lo hide
my preference when one day recently Kathi came home from errands
early and caught me jacking off to a big tit magazine. We did not
discuss the incident, but our sex life went to zero.

      It was shortly after this incident that I received the news on
a Monday that I was offered a promotion to become an upper-level
manager in the Chicago office. I had to give my response by Friday.
When I told Kathi, she was against moving, because her career was in
Houston, all our friends, connections, etc. I told her it was very
important for my career with the company. She said she would think
about it, which she continued to do for the next few days, despite
my continued inquiries.  When I returned home from work on Thursday,
she told me her decision.  She would agree to the move but only on
one condition: that I pay for her to have breast enhancement
surgery.  I said that she did not need surgery and that it was a
dumb idea because I was still very attracted to her.  In response,
she simply said, "Then we aren't moving," and walked away.

      When we discussed it again later, she explained to me that her
small breasts made her feel unsexy and unattractive as a woman.  I
realized that it was a serious matter for her, and this, plus the
fact that I really wanted to take the promotion, caused me to agree
to her condition.  I told her that I wanted her to be happy but that
she looked great to me and didn't need much help at all from
surgery. 

      The next day, I accepted the promotion, and Kathi went to the
plastic surgeon.  She was eager to have it done and wanted to do so
right before the move so fewer people would notice the difference.
She gathered literature and pictures regarding the various implants
available. She showed me a few implants she was considering, but I
told her I thought they were too all large. I said that she should
only go for a little fuller shape and increased definition and that
she should go to a C cup at most because anything more than that
would be overdoing it. She said she understood what I was saying but
that it was her body and she would make her own decision.

      She made her own decision alright: she had the operation the
next week and her new breasts were huge, each one was bigger than a
cantaloupe. They looked especially large in relation to her short,
thin body. In the next several weeks, after our move to Chicago, I
began to notice Kathi wearing low cut and clingy tops and also start
wearing tight jeans again more often than she had been in recent in
years. Overall, she seemed sexier and happier, and our sex life
improved a little.

      But not much.  She seemed to have her sexual energy and
adventurousness back. As for me, I liked her new breasts but not as
much as she wanted me to, as I was always aware that they were
implants. In an attempt to add some romance to our marriage, I
suggested that we go away for Valentine's Day and that she could
pick the place. The next day, after some research, she informed me
that she wanted to go to Daytona for the auto race. This surprised
me somewhat, but I agreed.  She made the arrangements, and we went.

       She told me she could not get grandstand seats but that we
would be able to watch the race from the infield, which her research
said was more fun anyway. The morning of the race was warm; I wore
shorts and a tee-shirt while Kathi wore a white blouse and a pair of
her tight jeans. We entered the raceway and were able to park our
car in the middle of a row in the infield. We set up our cooler,
grabbed some beers, and settled in. We heard a lot of yells from the
end of our row and looked over to see a van with a bunch of
college-aged guys on top of it. Kathi wanted to take a walk around,
so we did. As we came back to our row, we passed the van which had a
crowd gathered around it. There was a chubby girl standing in back
of the van looking up at the guys and holding the bottom of her
tee-shirt with one hand. The guys were saying, "Show us, baby." The
woman lifted her tee shirt up, exposing her breasts. The guys
hooted, spoke among themselves for a second, and one guy threw her a
be man standing next to us said, "She was barely worth one."  I
said, "C'mon, honey," and walked back to our car.

      We drank some beers as we watched the race, and we became
acquainted with some of the folks around us. While I sat on the top
of our car, Kathi stood by our trunk chatting with the couple  who
were parked next to us. We heard some cheers from the area of the
van, and Kathi and the couple looked over in that direction. The man
said, "Oh, 2 beers, sorry I missed that." Kathi replied, "No 3's
yet."  I asked what they were talking about. The man explained to me
the deal: Any girl who flashed the guys was rewarded with beer, but
it depended on how the guys judged the quality  from 1 up to 3
beers. I said that I was surprised, but Kathi gave me a look and
said, "You know how men love to look at women's boobs." I figured
she was alluding to the time she caught me with my magazine, so I
said nothing more and turned back to watching the race.

      A few minutes later, Kathi and the other woman said they were
going to the restroom. They returned a short time later. Kathi now
had her blouse tied in a knot and pulled tight, under which she was
wearing what looked like an orange tank top. They were laughing and
said they had stopped by the van on the way back. I asked why, and
Kathi said, "I just wanted to check out what was going on."  The
other woman said, "And the guys wanted to check out what was going
on under your top."  The man said, "Can't blame em. What guy
wouldn't?" His wife hit him on the arm and said, "Well, Kathi, at
least they asked you nicely." Both she and Kathi laughed, and the
man said, "How does a guy do that?" His wife answered, "They said,
Show us your tits, PLEASE.' That one guy was begging  and you
loved it." Kathi responded, "Well, it's nice to know that a old
broad can still get some hoots from college guys." 

      The race continued, and we continued to drink more beer. I
talked with the other man about the race and we each made a
prediction on the winner. Kathi asked if the race was almost over. I
said, "Almost. There's about 10 laps left." A moment later, Kathi
jumped down off our car and took her blouse off.  I learned that I
was wrong about the tank top  she was wearing a tube top. I had
never seen her wear one before. She had a strange look on her face
as she put her beer down. Then, she started walking down the middle
of the lane toward the van. Everyone was looking at her, and she was
hard to miss with her bright orange tube top and her large bust.
Fearing the worst, I ran after her and caught up with her,
remonstrating with her. She ignored me and kept walking. Reaching
the van, she stood next to it and looked up at the guys, who were
shouting whoops and cat-calls. A large crowd gathered quickly, some
of whom had followed us. Kathi started swaying her hips seductively,
then brough hands to her breasts and rubbed her hands along the
sides of them, saying, "Hi, guys." One of the guys answered, "Hi,
baby, show us your big tits." When she grabbed the top edge of her
tube top with her fingers, I heard a deep voice behind us say, "I
wouldn't do that, or else I'd have to arrest you for indecent
exposure." I turned around to find a tall, African-American
policeman standing there, and I sure was relieved to see him. A
short guy on the van said, "It looks like it would be pretty decent,
if you ask me." The policeman said, "I'm sure not arguing with that,
but the law says she can't do it in public view."

      The guys and the other men standing around us groaned in
disappointment, and I put my arm around Kathi as we walked back
toward our car.  As we walked, I could feel that she was breathing
heavily and her heart was pounding. I said, "Honey, you're acting
crazy. Let's get you back to the hotel so you can sleep it off." She
did not answer, as we continued to walk. Then, the short guy came
running up behind us. He touched Kathi's arm and said, "Baby, if you
still want to show us, we can all go inside our van. There's nothing
illegal about that." Kathi and I responded at the same time: I said,
"I don't think so." and she said, "Maybe later." He did not even
look at me, but, still looking at Kathi, said, "You seemed ready a
second ago, and I know the guys are ready." There was a brief pause
as he looked down at her breasts. Her nipples were enlarged and
sticking straight out under the material of her top. He said, "And
your body says it's ready now." Kathi looked down, looked back up,
miled at him.  She then stuck her chest forward and said in a cute
voice, "Do you think I'd be worth 3 beers?" I snapped, "Stop acting
like a cheap whore." Ignoring me, the guy grinned and said to Kathi,
"We'd have to see first. You know the rules." "Yes, I do," she said,
and looking at me she continued, "And, honey, the rules are that if
I want to beat the other girls, I have to show, just like they did.
I shouldn't lose my chance just because of some big cop." She took
the guy's arm and said, "Lead the way."  As they starting walking
back toward the van, the guy raised his fist in the air and whooped
loudly, which caused all the other guys on top of the van to do the
same. I felt lost and powerless out there in the middle of the lane
being watched by all the people, but I followed them, not knowing
what else to do. As we got back to the van, one guy was already
holding the back door open, and the other guys were jumping down and
saying things like, "I knew it, man," and "They're fuck in' huge."
Kathi took the doorkeeper's hand as she stepped up into the van, and
the last of the guys piled in. As I tried to come in, the doorkeeper
blocked the door and said to Kathi, "You want him in or out?"  She
answered, "I don't care; whatever he wants."  I went in, and the
door was shut.

      There were about 15 guys crowded in the van in a semi-circle
around Kathi. I could barely see her with the tall guys in front of
me. Kathi, with her hands behind her and her chest forward, said in
her cute voice, "Now, where were we when that cop interrupted us?"
She started swaying her hips back and forth again, as she rubbed her
hands over her top. One guy said, "That's right, no hurry, give us a
show."  She pushed her breasts together, then slid her hands under
them, lifted them up, and said, "You like these babies?" The big guy
in front of me said, "Oh, yeah, sweetie, we like."  She lifted her
arms high in the air, and turned around a few times. Then, facing
the men, she jumped up and down quickly, causing her breasts to
bounce within her top. She was giddy and smiling the whole time. The
short guy said, "You like teasing, don't ya?" Holding her hands up
and bending her wrists into herself so that the tips of her fingers
touched the sides of her breasts, she answered, "For a e while, and
then I do it." She then walked her fingers to the top edge of her
top and held the edge between her forefinger and thumb of each hand.
She said, "Ready, boys?" She paused a second, then pulled her top
all the way down to her jeans. The guys all hollered loudly and
banging on the wall of the van. One guy yelled out, "Nice fuckin'
tits," and another reached his hands in her direction, making a
squeezing motion in the air. I felt worried that things would get
out of control, but then Kathi said, "You can look, but you can't
touch. Only I can touch."  And she began slowly and gently rubbing
her breasts. She tweaked her nipples a few times, then held her
nipples firmly as she shook her hands, which made her breasts shake.
Then, she made fists with her hands and pushed them into her breasts
as they fluffed around her fists. She stopped, pushed the sides of
her arms into the sides of her breasts and did a slow turn around,
saying, "Say goodbye guys because the show is over."  She pulled up
her tube top and said, "Well, what am I worth?" The short guy handed
her 3 beers saying, "3, no question. But, I think we'd all like to
do more than look, sweetie." He pointed at her erect nipples and
said with a smile, "You're ready for some of that, aren't you?" She
looked down, laughed, looked over in my direction, and said, "I
wouldn't want to be a cheap whore."

      There was a huge crowd outside waiting for us. Kathi, carrying
her beers, received loud cheers as she came out of the van. As we
began to walk away through the crowd, we encountered the police
officer standing in the line of onlookers. Kathi and I both stopped
in our tracks. But the officer just smiled and said, "It wasn't in
public." I said, "You still could have done something." "So could
you," he responded. As we continued on to our car, I looked back at
the guys who were all giving high five's to the crowd and jumping
around. I saw the cop talking to the short guy, which gave me a
sense of satisfaction.

      We walked back to our car, and I told Kathi I was very angry
with her. She said, "It's not like they touched me or anything." I
began to pack up our stuff, and as I was returning from throwing our
trash in the bin, I saw from a distance the officer talking to Kathi
and handing her a piece of paper.  When I reached her, he was gone,
and I said, "So, you got a ticket for your stunt." "Something like
that," she answered.   

      We went back to the hotel and slept for a few hours. I had
made dinner reservations at a romantic restaurant to celebrate
Valentine's Day.  Dressed for the evening, Kathi looked beautiful. I
think she looks especially lovely when she spends time on her hair
and make-up, as she did this evening. She wore a close-fitting,
stretch cotton black dress with spaghetti straps and black pumps but
no panty hose as it was very warm outside. 

      Our dinner was wonderful and romantic, and the wine made me
think of nothing other than getting my beautiful wife back in our
bed. As we were leaving, Kathi asked the hostess a question, showing
her a piece of paper. We left the restaurant, and Kathi informed me
that she wanted to go to a post-race party we had been invited to. I
said we should go to bed, but she insisted, saying we were on
vacation. When I asked about the party, she just said it was being
thrown by some of the people at the race. As I pulled into the
parking lot, I noticed a sign for a bar called "The Lock-Up."

      As we entered, it was already past 11:00, and we noticed only
a few people inside and asked the bartender if the party was here.
He said it would pick up later and asked if Mike had invited us.
Kathi said yes, and the bartender called to the back toward the pool
table, where a few men were playing.  A large, black man came
forward whom I soon recognized as the police officer from the race.
He greeted Kathi, who promptly introduced me to Mike. We all sat at
the bar and got drinks.  He explained that the bar was owned by a
group of cops, including him, and that was where the name came from.
We made small talk about our jobs and cities. A short time later,
one of the men from the pool table came up to join us. He was older
than Mike and seemed already drunk. He put his hand on Mike's
shoulder and said, "So, Bull, is this your 3- beer girl?" Mike
introduced us to Pete, another cop and co-owner.  Pete ordered some
beers and asked how we liked the race. As I answered, he kept
staring a hi's chest, which made me nervous. He quickly got his
beers and returned to the back. The three of us continued to chat
for a while, as some patrons arrived and others left. All of a
sudden, the bartender yelled out, "Last call," which I was glad to
hear. I said to Kathi, "Honey, do you want one more before going
home?" But Mike said, "No, no, that last call is just for the
regular patrons. After bar time, we lock the door and have a private
party. That's why it's called a lock-in party."

      A few minutes later, the door was locked, and I noticed that
there were about 15 people in the bar, the vast majority of whom
were guys, who all had the look of being cops. Mike suggested we
play some pool, so the three of us headed back, where we were
introduced to the 4 or 5 guys there. Mike and I had next game, and
while we waited, Kathi took a seat on the bench next to the table. A
tall man with a moustache named Steve asked Mike how he got to know
us, and Mike sat down on the bench on one side of Kathi as Steve sat
down on the other side. Mike began to tell about the guys and the
van. As he did so, Kathi sat stiffly between the men with the strap
of her purse lying between her breasts and her back arched. She had
a nervous smile on her face, especially when Mike told about her
leaving the van with 3 beers. Steve said, "Wow, a 3-beer girl. But,"
looking down at Kathi's bust, "I can sure see why." Kathi said,
"Thank you, Steve." Steve jumped up and said, "Who's ready for a bee
nd went to the bar.

      Mike and I won our game, and Kathi and Pete were the next
team. The match was pretty close, and soon only the 8-ball remained.
It was Kathi's turn. Her only shot was a long- green one. She asked
if they had a bridge, but Mike said, "We don't use those cheater
sticks here."  Balancing against the end of the table, Kathi leaned
a long way forward and lined up her shot. She said, "I don't like my
angle," to which Steve, still sitting on the bench, responded, "I
like mine." She looked over to him, and his eyes were fixed on her
breasts hanging down and stretching the material of her dress.  She
smiled and said, "Thank you again, Steve." He said, "No, thank you."  

      Despite that distraction, Kathi made the winning shot, and the
guys cheered. Steve stood up and said, "Great shot." She said, "I'm
a woman of many talents."  He said, "I can see two from here." He
paused then and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "By the way, are
those real?" Kathi laughed, stepped right up in front of him, and
said, "Wouldn't you like to know!" He quickly responded, "Yeah, I
would. And I can tell the difference, too." Kathi said, "Bullshit."
He said seriously, "No, really, there's a difference in density. I
can tell right away." After a pause, he said, "In one feel.  Wanna
bet?" Kathi said, "You're full of shit." He said, "And you're
chicken. Let's bet." She answered coyly, "I don't have any money."
Steve said, "We won't bet money. Loser fetches beers for the rest of
the night." Kathi said nothing but looked at him with a sly look. I
was getting worried and said, "Kath, can you come here a minute?"
Ignoring me, Steve continued, "One feel, but skin. That's the bet."
waited for Kathi to come over to me, she made her response. To my
horror, she said, "Okay, one feel. Where we should go?" Steve smiled
and said, "Right here's fine. These guys are all my friends, except
your husband." Mike added, "And he didn't make any trouble in the
van."  I felt humiliated. Kathi reached for the spaghetti straps of
her dress, looked at Mike, and said in a cute voice, "Are you sure I
won't be arrested." The guys all laughed. She looked Steve in the
eyes and pulled the top of her dress down. With his hands, he
grabbed her breasts firmly one time and said, "Fake." She said,
"Right." He said, "Baby, leave that dress down and go get us some
beers."

      She went to the bar, loaded a tray with beers and walked
around serving them to the guys. Pete asked Steve how he could tell,
and Steve proceeded to give all the guys an explanation as they all
grabbed Kathi's boobs. She was laughing the whole time. She then
walked over to me, offered me a beer, and asked what it was that I
wanted before. I said angrily, "I wanted to stop you from doing what
you did." Just then, the bartender came up behind her, reached
around grabbing her breasts, and said, "You've got the waitress job;
we all like how you serve beer." Kathi laughed hard and leaned her
head back into him. He raised his voice, "Don't we, guys?" Everyone
yelled, "Yeah." The bartender dropped one of his hands down to grab
her butt, causing her to give a startled but amused expression as
she looked at me. Just then, another guy walked by and grabbed her
free breast in passing. She said to me, "I guess I'm pretty popular
here."

      The next 15 minutes or so passed with Kathi walking around the
bar with the top of her dress down and the guys grabbing and making
jokes about her boobs. Steve asked me to play a game of pool, and I
did. As we played, he chatted with me about sports and other general
topics, but the whole time I was worried about Kathi and the whole
situation. I looked across the table to where she was and saw a guy
who just got a beer from her say, "This is a real cold one, isn't
it?" as he pushed it against her big nipple, which soon became hard
and erect. He said, "You like that, huh, baby?" and did the same to
the other nipple. When they were both erect, he rolled them in his
fingers and then sucked on them. Steve sunk the eight ball, looked
at me, and said, "Loser racks."

      I racked and as Steve broke, I stepped to the side and stopped
Kathi. I told her that I was now becoming very worried that things
could get out of control. She said she could handle the situation. I
was angry and snapped, "We should go home now." She looked directly
into my eyes and said, "Maybe later." Then, Pete called from over by
the bench, "Come here, you silicone slut." She said loudly, "Duty
calls," and walked over to him.  She said, "They're not silicone;
they're saline." Pete said, "You came, didn't ya?" Steve said,
"Maybe the slut part is right." Kathi said nothing. Steve said,
"Kathi, let me ask you something. Why did you decide to get a boob
job anyway?" She said, "Because men love big tits!" He then asked,
"Did you want big tits so men would look at you?" "Of course." she
answered. He asked, "And like you?" "Yes," she answered. "And want
to fuck you?" he asked with a sharp tone.  She responded, "Well, a
woman likes to feel sexy and appreciated."  He then said, "Kathi you
wear sexy underwear tonight for us men to appreciate?" When she
answered yes, he said, "Show us." Kathi slowly lifted her dress up,
revealing a pair of sheer black lace panties with red hearts for
Valentine's Day. He told her, "Turn around and show everybody." As
she did so, Steve snapped the elastic on the back of her panties. I
could not believe that my wife was standing in the middle of a room
of strange men with her dress bunched around her waist showing her
body off to them. Steve then said, "You like showing men your sexy
underwear and round butt, don't you?" "Yes, and you all like it
too," she answered. "And you enjoy showing off your big tits and
having all of us men grab them, don't you?" "Yes, and you all enjoy
it too," was her answer. He then asked in his sharp tone, "And you
like being the center of attention and pleasing all of us men
because you're a slut, aren't you?" She was silent. He said sternly,
"Answer me." She said, "Yes."  He said, "Yes' what?" "Yes, I'm a
slut," she replied.

      Steve said, "Good answer," as he stepped up onto the bench. He
said, "Come here, you saline slut. I've got a present for you,
something that all sluts love." Kathi walked up to him and said in
her cutesy voice, "What could it be?" He said, "Unwrap it." She
unzipped his fly and lowered his pants.  Out flopped his dick, which
was long and already semi-erect. Kathi said in the same voice, "Oh,
it's just what I wanted." Mike said, "I thought you already had
one." "Well," Kathi answered, "not one this one. I love it," as she
kissed it. Standing in front of him, Kathi bobbed back and forth on
his cock, as he groaned in pleasure. She licked his balls, looking
up at him as she did so. He said, "Get it ready, baby. Does the
birthday girl want my hot load in her mouth?" "Yes, wouldn't any
good slut?" she answered. He put his hands over her ears and,
holding the sides of her head, pumped in and out of her, til he
groaned and released his sperm into her mouth. She sucked him dry,
backed away ked up at him, and said, "Thank you, Steve." He said, "I
would say, Thank you,' but I don't thank sluts."  As he stepped
down, the next guy stepped up and dropped his pants. Kathi began to
suck him. Steve walked over to me, slapped me on the back and said,
"Your wife's a good little cock-sucker. I guess it's one of her many
talents." For lack of a better response, I said, "I know."

      She proceeded to suck off each guy in turn, as the guys called
her names. When Pete's turn arrived, he did not step up but stood to
her side, and said, "I'm a titman." She walked over to him, and he
started grabbing her tits. He said, "These tits are the best
investment you ever made." Kathi responded, "My husband paid for
them, even though he didn't want to." Pete said, "How could a guy
not love big tits?" She answered, "He likes big tits alright  in
magazines; he prefers big tit mags to his wife." Pete said, "Well, I
prefer his wife and her big fake tits. And I gonna fuck em." She
got on her knees before him and wrapped her boobs around his dick.
Then, she smashed her tits together hard as slid his dick up and
down between them. He increased his speed and then launched his load
on her face and tits. When he was finished, she sat back on her
haunches and began to rub her face with her fingers. Pete said,
"Taste my cum." Looking in his eyes, she stuck her fingers in her
mouth a id, "Ummm." He said, "Kathi, you're a slut." She responded,
"At least I admit it."

      After Pete, no one else stepped up, and Steve asked her if she
was a satisfied slut. She said, "I'm just glad I could do my part to
support the local police department. It's been my pleasure serving
all you guys." Steve said, "Almost all  You haven't danced with the
guy who brung ya."  Hearing this, I said, "No, I think maybe we
should just go home." The guys all laughed, as did Kathi, as she
looked over at me and Mike, who was standing right next to me. Pete
said, "Not you, pal. Hey, Mike, show her why they call you Bull.'"
Mike answered, "Let her find out for herself." Kathi walked over to
Mike, knelt down, and said, "Where should I start looking for the
answer? How bout here," as she rubbed his dick through his pants.
She then said, "I'll bet this isn't fake;  I can with just one
feel." She unzipped and lowered his pants, revealing a huge
erection. Mike's black cock was thick and at least 10 inches long.
Kathi said, "Now this is the kind of birthday present my husband
could never give me." Pete said, "Kathi meet Bull." She said, "It's
my pleasure," as she shook hands with his dick. She then said,
"Bull, meet Kathi's slut mouth," as she moved her head to suck him.
But Mike stopped her gently with his hand and said in a nice voice,
"Kathi, you don't have to be the slut for me." She said, "When I
said, It's my pleasure,' I meant it." "But you've been a slut for
all the guys," he said, "And I don't want that. There should be a
special dance for the guy who brung ya." "You mean like a bone
dance," she said in her cute voice. He rubbed the side of head and
said, "Kind of, but I don't want you to be a slut  I want you to be
a cheap whore."  I saw a nasty smile come to my wife's face, as Mike
continued, "Would you do that for me and Bull?" She laughed and said
in her cute voice, "Oh, I don't know. My husband wouldn't like
that." The guys all laughed. "But I think I would," she said.

      Mike walked away from her toward the bar, saying "Follow me."
As she did, she asked, "Can I have a beer?" As Mike reached the bar,
he slapped the top of a bar stool with his hand and said, "Not yet,
baby. Put your tummy here." She walked over the bar stool and bent
over it. He patted her butt and said, "Good girl. I'm glad you wore
sexy panties for Valentine's Day."  He walked around, stood in front
of her head, leaned back and put his arms on the bar, holding his
beer. He said, "Suck it, baby, you'll want it wet." She took his big
dick in her mouth and sucked it eagerly. "Now, guys, how can I make
Kathi my cheap whore? Let's see. How bout if I bent her over a bar
stool? Got that." He took a swig of his beer and continued, "How
bout if, without even giving her the decency of removing her
panties, I fucked her up her ass? Would that do it, Kathi?" "I don't
think it'll fit up there," she answered. "Get it wetter then," he
responded. He took another swig and said, "Now, guys, how if I made
her beg for it up the ass and it all happened right in front of her
husband?" Steve said, "What's this fake titted whore worth?" Mike
looked down at her, lifted her chin up, and asked, "You still want
that beer?" She nodded yes. He said, "A cheap whore like you would
do all that for a beer, right?" She nodded again and said, "If you
think I'm worth it." Mike said, "Sure, baby, now be a good whore and
move this stool into the middle of the room so everybody can get a
good view."

      She stood up, picked up the stool, and carried it over near
the end of the pool table, right in front of me. She bent over it
and placed her hands on the side of the pool table for support. It
was an amazing sight to see my wife, with her dressed bunched up
around her waist, standing in her pumps and bent over a bar stool,
with her big tits hanging down and her panty- clad ass in the air in
front of all these men. Holding 2 beers in one hand, Mike walked up
behind her, rubbed her ass, and then pulled her panties over a
little to one side. He said, "Because you're such a good little butt
whore, I'm gonna let you have some of your beer early," as he poured
a splash of beer on her asshole. Then, he held the beers toward me
and said, "Hold these." I did. He then placed the tip of his dick at
the opening of her butthole, reached his hands down to pick up her
legs, and said, "You know your line." Turning her head round in my
direction, she looked back and said, "Please, Bull, I beg you ht
here in front of my husband, butt-fuck me like a cheap whore. Plug
me in the ass with that huge cock." With that, he rammed his cock
hard into her ass and began pumping in and out.  Kathi grunted as he
continued to ream her for several minutes.  Then, he pulled out,
spun the barstool a half turn so that Kathi faced him. He held her
chin with his hand, lifting it up. He said, "Jack it, whore," and
Kathi pulled hard on his big dick til it spurted its jism over her
hair and face. He walked over to me, took back the 2 beers, saying,
"Thanks, pal."  He said, "Taste my spunk, too, whore." Still bent
over the stool, Kathi rubbed several globs into her mouth and said,
"Umm, umm, good." Mike handed Kathi a beer, saying, "Here, you've
earned it."

      After drinking her beer, she cleaned up and got dressed. She
explained that we were returning home tomorrow and said her good
byes. Pete said, "Whores don't leave here with their panties. Take
em off." She stepped out of her panties, and then handed them to
Bull, saying, "I hope you had a Happy Valentine's Day. You sure made
mine happy." "It's my pleasure," Bull replied. Then, Steve said, "We
gonna miss you  and your big fake tits." Kathi responded, "And I'll
miss you guys, especially Bull." "The man or his cock?" asked Steve.
"Both," she answered. Then, she said, "I'd love to come back some
time. I love your parties." Bull said, "A woman like you is welcome
here anytime." Kathi asked in her cute voice, "Is that because I'm a
3-beer girl or a 1-beer whore?" Bull answered, "Both."
