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		YW1008 (Sex Slave Stripper)
		YW1075 (Paula's Turn)
		YW1161 (The Party)
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		YW983 (The Shoe Store)    
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Summer in Albuquerque

      It was dry and only moderately hot on the day we moved
into the house Paula and I had rented for the summer.  My
temporary assignment to the Albuquerque office would only be
for the summer or perhaps a month or two longer so we really
didn't require a house, but Paula wanted one so here we were
moving into our new living quarters.

      The house was nicely furnished but needed some work.
My wife was quick to point out that the owner had agreed to
pay for all materials used in fixing the place provided we
furnished the labor.  "It will give me something to do this
summer", she said.  It was a one-story, three-bedroom house
in one of those housing editions where the builder had tried
to cram in as many homes as possible on the land available.
Although there was a reasonably spacious backyard, there was
almost no side yard.  In fact, the house was less than 10
feet from homes on either side of us.  I shrugged it off
thinking, "Well, it's just for a few months.  Doesn't really
make much difference."

      As the movers carried our belongings from the
company-supplied moving van into our home under Paula's
watchful eye, I amused myself by watching the men watching
my wife.   Although they were working at a steady pace, they
rarely let their eyes drift from my wife's attractive legs
and ass.  The two guys who were not staring at Paula's legs
and ass were obviously "tit men".  Their eyes were glued to
my wife's heaving chest as she breathed deeply due to the
exertion of moving the heavy objects she didn't want to
trust to the employees unloading the van.  I couldn't really
blame them. Her 5'7" frame looked luscious in the
short-shorts and heels that she wore.   She wasn't wearing
pantyhose, but with her tan, her legs didn't really need
any.  Her large 36D breasts bounced with each move.  Each
erotic bounce did its share to hold the attention of the
movers.

      As it turned out, none of the movers got to do
anything more than watch my wife during the day.  They did
this with barely concealed lust.  My luck wasn't any better
than theirs.  After a day of hard work moving into our new
temporary home, Paula rejected my suggestion that we
initiate our new home by fucking in the middle of the living
room floor.  "Get real!", she said.   "I'm going to bed.
I'm exhausted."  What a bummer!  I'm sure the movers thought
so too.


      I started work in the Albuquerque office the next day,
leaving Paula to work on the house.  She literally threw
herself into the job, and I had to admit that the place was
looking a great deal better by the middle of the second
week.  When I inquired about how she was getting so much
done in such a short time, she told me that she had hired
our neighbor's teenage son, Greg, to help.

	"How old is he", I asked?

      "I think he's 17, but I'm not really sure.  I know
he's still in high school.  He is a good worker.  Do you
mind?" "Not at all.  Why should I mind?   Is he handsome?
Turn you on?" Paula glared at me.  "He's 17!  Just a kid." I
smiled.  "I hear that some 17 year old guys are very virile
with really big hard ones", I teased. "Really?"  My wife
pretended to think about it.  "I'll have to check that out."

      Nothing more was said about our virile 17-year old
neighbor for a few days.  I could tell that he continued to
help Paula with her various projects because the work was
progressing too fast for her to being doing it alone.  On
Friday, I took off work earlier than usual since I had
everything done that needed doing.  As soon as I entered the
house, I could hear my wife speaking to someone in one of
the bedrooms.

      "Do you want me to paint the baseboards too, or maybe
you want to stain the wood?" "What do you think, Greg?" "I'd
just paint them.  They're painted all over the rest of the
house.  Would look funny if you stained them in just one
room.  Besides, it's a lot easier to paint'em than to put on
stain." "How do you think it looks", I heard my wife ask.
"It looks great!" came the reply. Paula laughed.  "I mean
the paint job."

      Needless to say, this exchange piqued my interest.
Leaving the house quietly, I went around to the side of the
house.  The window was open giving me a clear view of the
room.  Greg was lying on the floor, presumably so he could
paint the baseboards.  My wife was standing near him looking
down at him as he worked.  The short skirt she wore came
only to mid thigh.  With her spike heels elevating her
another four inches, Greg had a very enticing view every
time he looked up at my wife.  He was staring up at her now.

      "Keep your mind on the job, Greg.  You aren't half
finished yet and my husband will be home soon." "It's hard
to concentrate on painting", the young man pleaded. "And
what are you concentrating on?" "You know what I'm thinking
about." "Tell me", my wife commanded. "Your legs.  You have
incredible legs, Mrs. Baxter." "You really think so?  I'm
sure the young girls you date make mine look old and
flabby." "OH NO!  No way!   Your legs are just gorgeous."

      My wife took a step closer to the young boy lying on
the floor of my bedroom. She stood with her feet further
apart than normal.  "My legs are not all you're looking at
is it, Greg?" "No.  I can't help it.  I'm sorry." "You
should be.  What else are you looking at, Greg?" "Your
panties", he stammered, half in embarrassment, half in lust.
"Do you like women's panties, Greg?  Do they excite you?"
"Yours do", he almost whispered, the painting of the
baseboard completely forgotten.  "Because I can almost see
through them.  I can see your pussy hair." "I really
shouldn't be letting you see that, Greg.  I'm a married
woman, you know.  Does your girlfriend shave her pussy?" "I
don't know.  She's never told me." "You mean you've never
seen her pussy?  Don't you have sex with her?" "She won't
let me.  All she will let me do is play with her tits. I
mean, her breasts."  Even from my vantage point, I could see
Greg blush as he said it.

      My wife laughed.  "You don't have to be so formal with
me, Greg.  I know perfectly well what tits are.  Besides,
don't you think it's a little silly for you to be worrying
about saying "tits" rather than "breasts" when I'm standing
here letting you look up my dress."   My wife paused and
moved a step closer.  Greg was looking almost straight up my
wife's skirt now.  "Do you like a completely shaved pussy or
one that's partially shaved and trimmed like mine?"

      "I like yours", he almost screamed. "Now how do you
know that.  You really haven't seen mine and besides, you
might find that you prefer a woman completely shaved and
bare between her thighs." "Can I touch it?" he begged. "No.
Not now.  My husband will be home soon.  Besides you
shouldn't be touching a married woman's pussy, Greg.  Are
you hard?  Is your penis hard now, Greg? Judging from that
huge bulge in your shorts, I think it is.  You have to learn
to have better control of yourself, Honey."

      God. what a prick tease my wife was.  She was
literally torturing the guy.  "I can't help it", he moaned.
"Then I think I better stop and let you get control of
yourself before my husband comes home.  I certainly wouldn't
want him to see you with that huge erection."

      I watched as my wife moved away from the boy, shutting
off his view of paradise. He reluctantly went back to his
painting of the baseboard while Paula moved around
inspecting the completed portion of the job.  When she was
just around the corner from where Greg was painting, she
spread her legs and bent at the waist as if to more closely
inspect the baseboard.  "I think you missed a couple of
spots here, Greg.  The wood is bare.  Come look."

      It was wild.  Her bent-over posture pulled her short
skirt up over her buttocks completely exposing her ass and
her sex between her spread thighs.  Only the thin panties
concealed anything from Greg's view, and they didn't conceal
much.  The crotchband was partially buried between the
cheeks of her ass and one edge had slipped into her slit
exposing the labia on that side.  My wife bent even lower
and arched her ass even higher.

      "Can you see it?" my wife asked.   Greg stared
directly at my wife's ass and then lower to her partially
exposed vagina.  "Can you see it?"  she asked again.  "Right
here, where it's bare." "Oh god..Yes. I can see it.  I can
see it easily." "Well, don't you think it needs to be
covered? Greg groaned and squeezed his cock through his
jeans.  "Are you looking at it?" my wife asked, holding her
bent over position.  She spread her feet another few inches
exposing the entire plane of her crotch to him. "Yes.  I'm
looking at it.  I can see it." "Should it be covered?" "No.
I don't want it covered.   I like it like that." "Now that's
nonsense.  I don't think you can see just how bad it looks
bare like this.  Come closer so you can really see it."

      Greg moved up behind my wife, his eyes glued to the
broad expanse of female flesh exposed before him.  He was
right behind my wife now, blocking my view.  "See the bare
spots.  See them?" "Yeah.ohhhh yeah..  I can see them."
"Well lean down here so you can see them and decide if you
don't need to do something about it." Greg moved as close as
he could.  The thrusting erection inside his jeans pressed
into the crease of my wife's ass.  He leaned over her back
staring at the spots on the baseboard to which my wife was
apparently pointing.  Their talking ceased.  Greg's hips
moved in thrusting motions against my wife's ass.  She bent
lower, touching her hands to the floor as her legs opened
even wider.  He pushed her short skirt the rest of the way
up her hips until it bunched around her waist.

      "Mmmmm. you really do have a hard problem, Honey", my
wife hissed. "Ohh god. your tits are huge!" Although my view
was blocked, it was obvious that he had his arms around my
wife's upper body, cupping and squeezing her breasts as he
dry humped against her. "Can I fuck you?" "No.  I'm married.
That's not proper.  Besides my husband will be home soon.
Just because I let you see my legs and panties doesn't mean
you can have intercourse with me."  My wife moved a few
inches away from the boy's thrusting hips as she said this.
"But, I want you.  I want to do it to you.  I've never done
it with a woman before."

      I thought I could actually hear my wife's gasp of
passion and excitement when she heard this.  Immediately,
her ass moved back against the boy's hard erection.  I knew
she was as close to orgasm as Greg was.

      "Please", he begged as he humped against my wife. "No.
I mean it!  There isn't time."

      Suddenly, I saw the boy's body arch.  His legs tensed.
His hips arched back and forth driving my wife's body up
against the wall again and again.  "Oohhh shit.I'm gonna
cum!"

      Greg began to grunt and gasp as his load spewed out of
his engorged penis.  The huge load soaked through his shorts
and jeans and ran down his thighs.  When he finally pulled
away from my wife, I saw that the front of his jeans had a
spreading cum stain covering them.  Paula stayed in her bent
over position for several more moments.  I wasn't certain if
my wife had also climaxed or not, but I guessed that she
had.

      I went back to the front of the house and waited
several minutes to give them time to clean up.   When I
entered, I made a huge racket to give them ample warning
that I was home.  Paula appeared in the living room and
greeted me with a warm kiss.  She was still breathing hard.
"I'm so excited.  Greg has almost gotten the bedroom
finished.  Come look." (Paula picks up the story)

      So my darling husband spied on us!  How sneaky can you
get?  And he doesn't know if his wife climaxed or not when
her teenage lover squeezed her breasts and thrust his
steel-hard penis into the crease of her ass. again and
again!  How nave can a man get?  Of course I had a climax,
an explosive one that sent shivering spasms rippling through
my vagina and clitoris.  In my husband's defense, however,
he probably couldn't see my hand between my thighs stroking
my clit as Greg humped against me.

      It all began very innocently.  The back yard was a
mess.  The grass needed to be mowed; the weeds and grass at
the base of fence and around all the trees needed to be
trimmed and the flowerbeds needed work.  I hired our teenage
neighbor, Greg, to do the work.  It started the very first
day.  As I was giving him instructions, I noticed that he
was paying a lot more attention to my halter-encased
breasts, my ass and my legs than he was to the directions I
was giving him.  His eyes stared into my cleavage that was
on display because the skimpy halter I was wearing really
didn't do much to conceal my 36D mounds.  I was aware that
he could see the indentations my nipples made in the fabric.
From there, his eyes would scan downward to the crotch of
the short shorts I was wearing.  I knew the garment was so
tight that my slit was clearly outlined.  I was still
talking as his eyes examined my thighs and my legs.  I felt
the moisture forming between my thighs.

      "I don't think you're listening to a word I'm saying",
I charged in an angry voice. I expected the stammering
denial of a boy caught stealing cookies by his mother.
Instead, I got a confident apology and the compliment of a
mature man very sure of himself.

      "You're right.  I'm sorry.  You're just so beautiful
and sexy in that outfit, it's really hard to think about
cutting the grass.  Please repeat what you said.  I promise
to listen more carefully this time.  And please don't be
offended by my staring.  I couldn't help it."

      To say his reply surprised me is an understatement.  I
was stunned.  Even experienced mature men will often look
away when they're caught staring.  Greg didn't flinch.  He
looked straight into my eyes as he apologized.  I couldn't
stop myself from glancing down at his crotch where his
erection was obvious. When I looked up, he was smiling
broadly.  I knew he had caught me just as I had caught him.
I got even wetter.

      "It's ok.  I understand.  I should have worn something
less revealing." "No!" he blurted.  "I like what you're
wearing.  I really like it!"

      I felt my face flush with a mixture of pleasure and
embarrassment.  I began to repeat the directions and this
time he stared into my eyes and listened to every word, but
I noticed when I finished that he still had his erection.  I
felt my vagina throb.

      That night I attacked my husband in bed like a wild
woman.  I could tell he was really getting off making his
wife groan and scream as he rammed her.  He held my legs in
the crook of his arms and levered them up and back to expose
my cunt completely to his hard thrusts, which he delivered
with strong strokes, driving his cock against my cervix with
authority each time he pounded himself into me.  I had three
intense orgasms. Each time I screamed that I was cumming and
begged my husband to fuck me even harder.  I was proud of my
husband for being able to keep up the pace and hold off his
own climax until I was sated.  Little did he know that it
wasn't him that I was thinking about each time I felt the
hard cock ram into me.

      The next day, things went even further with Greg.
After my husband left for work, I thought about what to
wear.  I felt my excitement growing as I selected the short
sundress that left half of my thighs exposed, the very thin,
transparent bikini panties that concealed very little, the
equally thin nylon bra that lifted my 36D breasts but didn't
prevent my nipples from indenting the dress.  When I put on
my 4-inch pumps with no stockings, I felt like a slut,
which, in fact, I probably was.

      As Greg weed whacked around the trees later that
morning, I sat on the patio pretending to read a book.
Actually, I was acutely aware of his eyes on my legs and
thighs.  With my legs crossed, the sundress automatically
rode up exposing the crossed thigh almost to my panties.
When he moved to a tree just off the patio, I asked him if
he wanted some lemonade.

      He stared at my thighs openly.  I remained still and
let him look.  Finally, he looked up.  "I rather have a
beer."  I knew I shouldn't give a beer to a 17-year old, but
then I shouldn't have been flaunting my body at him either.
I went into the kitchen to fetch a beer.

      Greg was still working on the same tree when I came
back.  I handed him the beer and returned to my chair.  I
lowered myself and let my legs fall open as I pretended to
search for my book.  He was only a few feet away.  I looked
for my book and he looked at the crotchband of my panties.
I leaned over to pick up the book and spread my legs wider
for him.  His eyes never left my panty-covered mound.
Finally, I felt that I had to move.  Picking up my book, I
closed my thighs and crossed my legs, which were pointing
directly at him.  He had another erection that he made no
effort to conceal.  Instead, he shook his head and said,
"Wow!  You make all the girls in my class look plain and
ugly."

      I flushed with both pride and female heat.  There was
no denying it.  This hard- muscled young man had me really
turned on.  I found myself trying to estimate the size of
his erect penis as he continued to work.  It was sticking
straight up inside his jeans and looked to be at least seven
inches and, I thought, maybe even larger.  I imagined it
going into me.  The thought prompted me to pull my dress
even higher on my thighs.  Greg obviously appreciated this
and again openly examined my body.

      The next day, Greg was working in the flowerbeds
around the patio.   He had to kneel to do this so he was had
a perfect view up my skirt.  I had worn an even shorter
dress and wanted to omit the panties, but didn't have the
nerve.  Even so, I sat with my thighs open much of the time
so Greg could see all the way to my panties, which were, of
course, soaking wet.  The wetness made them almost
completely transparent so I knew he was able to see my pussy
with little trouble.  That afternoon, I had my first orgasm
from nothing more than knowing that he had a throbbing
erection from looking at my pussy.

      The first part of the second week found Greg in our
bedroom painting.  I watched from the bed giving him every
opportunity to see up my dress.  I also had two buttons open
allowing a great deal of cleavage to show.  When he started
on the baseboards, he was on the floor looking up my dress.
I stood up and moved next to him giving him an unobstructed
view.   My husband has already told you about what happened
after I did that. (Gordon picks up the story.)

      I debated telling my wife that I had seen her with
Greg and watched him get off humping against her ass.  In
the end, I didn't tell her primarily because I really wanted
to see how far she would go with him if she didn't know that
I knew.

      For the next several days, I came home early and
lurked around the house trying to catch her with him again.
Although I saw her with him numerous times, they were never
doing anything more than teasing and flirting with each
other as my wife would let him see her thighs and cleavage.
Finally, I decided to try something else.  On Monday of our
third week in Albuquerque, I called my wife and told her
that I had to work late and wouldn't be home until nearly
midnight.  This was, of course, a lie.

      Around 9 PM, I drove home and parked my car in a
shopping mall a few blocks from our house.  I walked the
rest of the way home and found the house dark except for the
window of our bedroom.  The window faced Greg's house on the
other side with very little space between the two homes.  I
wanted to peek in the window but was afraid that our
neighbors would see me, think I was an intruder and call the
police.  Very quietly I let myself into the house via the
back door.  The kitchen and utility room were both shrouded
in darkness.  I couldn't hear a sound from the lighted
bedroom down the hall. Needless to say, I was disappointed
since I had fantasized about catching Greg fucking my wife.
Taking off my shoes, I moved down the hallway to the open
doorway of our bedroom and carefully peeked inside.  My wife
was lying in bed, fully clothed, reading a book.  She was
alone.  I felt a mixture of frustration, disappointment and
unfulfilled lust.

      Not knowing what to do, I moved back down the hallway
to the common bathroom for the other two bedrooms.  I
quietly closed the door and sat on the closed stool thinking
and fantasizing about what might have been.  I had about
decided to leave, have a few drinks at a bar and then return
home around 11:30 or so, pretending that I had just come
from the office.  When I stood, I glanced at our neighbor's
house.  At that moment, I saw Greg in his bedroom, which was
exactly opposite ours.  Although the lights were out in his
room, it was easy to see him because of the light from our
bedroom just a few feet away.  I knew I was completely
shielded from his view by the total darkness of the
bathroom.  Greg had a pair of binoculars to his eyes.  He
was holding them with one hand while he jacked off with the
other.  I knew he was staring at my wife through the
binoculars.

      Instantly, I had a raging erection.  Did Paula know
Greg was spying on her? What was she doing that was giving
him such a huge erection.  The fact that his cock was
considerably bigger than mine was not lost on me.  It was 8
or 9 inches and stood straight up in a stone-hard erection.
He was slowly stroking his hand up and down the shaft. Every
few strokes he would move his hand up to the head of his
penis and massage the bloated head, squeezing and jacking it
at the same time while his hips were steadily thrusting back
and forth in fucking motions.

      I returned to my post at the open doorway to our
bedroom.  My wife was still lying on the bed fully clothed,
but now she had her knees steepled with her legs closed.
Even though she faced directly at Greg's bedroom, I doubted
that he could see much with Paula in this position.  For a
few moments, I thought that she was unaware that Greg was
watching her.  Then I saw her slowly opening her legs, and I
knew that she knew!

      My cock throbbed.  Being as quiet as possible, I
unzipped and took it out.  My seven-inch cock was as hard as
it ever gets.  Paula still had her feet flat on the bed with
her knees bent.  As I watched, she spread herself totally.
The gap between her knees was now several feet.  Through the
binoculars, Greg was now being treated to an extreme close
up of my wife's pussy.  I wondered if she wore panties.  I
jacked my cock more rapidly.

	I had to stop stroking when my wife pulled her skirt up to her waist.  If I hadn't 
stopped, I would have shot off at that point and I wanted to
prolong the pleasure.  Now I could see her panties so Greg
wasn't seeing as much as I thought he was.  I could also see
that Paula was wearing a garter belt and hose with her
four-inch heels.  She lifted one nylon-clad leg straight up
into the air and slowly stroked its length.  After her hands
had stroked its entire length, she planted that foot back on
the bed keeping her knees elevated and bent and repeated the
move with her other leg.  Again, I began to slowly stroke my
throbbing erection.   I wondered if Greg had cum yet.  Back
in the bathroom I saw that he was as hard as before.  His
hand whipped up and down the full length of his penis.  Then
he stopped.  He turned, lifted the receiver of the phone and
began to dial.  It didn't take a genius to figure out who he
was calling.

      Hurrying to the guest bedroom, I lifted the receiver
of the remote and waited until I heard my wife answer the
ringing phone her bedroom.  I clicked the "on" button of my
phone and immediately heard Greg's voice.  "You're
gorgeous", the voice said.

      I heard my wife giggle.  "You're watching me?" "You
know that I'm watching.  You're putting on a show for me."
Her voice took on a more sultry tone.  "And do you like the
show?" "Oh god yes!  Can I come over?  Your husband's at
work." "He might come home at any time.  Of course, you
can't come over to my bedroom.  I'm a married woman."
"Please let me come over.  I want you so much." "No!"
"Please.  I want to make love to you.  I'm so hard."
"Mmmmm.. how hard?" "It feels like it's going to break off
I'm so hard.  It's throbbing and swollen." "All that just
because you can see my legs?" "I can see a lot more than
that!" "What can you see?" Greg hesitated.  For a moment, he
didn't answer.   "I can see your legs and thighs. And your
panties and the dark triangle of your pussy hair." "Then I
think I'd better pull my dress down", my wife said.  She was
turning into a complete cock teasing bitch. "Oh no. Please
don't.  I want to see you.  I want to see all of you.  Can I
come over?  I'm dying to make love to you." "I'm married",
my wife admonished.  "I only make love with my husband."
	
      Greg jacked his rigid cock so more and then said, "I
really don't want to make love to you.  What I want to do is
fuck you.   Can I come over and fuck you?"

      Now it was my wife's turn to hesitate.  I could tell
that Greg's blunt, bold question was having an effect on
her.  She was as hot as he was.

      "Really, I can't.  Not tonight.  Gordon could come
home at any time." "Oh damn!  Damn!  DAMN!"  Greg exploded
with disappointment.  "At least show it to me.  Take off
your panties.  Take them off.  NOW!  Take off the damn
panties."

      Looking into our bedroom, I saw my wife hasten to
obey.  She lifted her hips off the bed, yanked down the
panties and threw them onto the floor.  With her hips still
elevated, she pulled her skirt up leaving herself naked from
the waist down except for the small garter belt, hose and
heels.  I watched as she again spread herself for him.  Over
the phone, I heard, "Oh god!  That's incredible!  You shave
it.  I can see everything!" "I don't shave it completely.
My husband likes there to be some bush above my clitoris.
Can you see the small triangle of pussy hair at the top?"
Greg's answer was just a hiss.  "Yes. I can see it." "And
can you see my clitoris.  See how hard it is." "I can't see
it.  Spread your pussy lips for me. Show it to me." "No.
That really is too dirty", my wife replied in a stern voice.
"Dammit.  Show me your clit.  Now!  Spread and show it to me
or I'll come over there and spread you myself."

      I really believed he would have.  Greg was beginning
to become really pissed about being teased like this.  I
looked around the door carefully and saw Paula's hand
between her thighs where she was obviously holding her pussy
open so Greg could see her clitoris.  "Ooohhh. Yes.  It is
hard.  It's big.  I didn't think women got that big." "It's
big because it's hard and erect, Honey.  Just like your big
cock is hard.  It is hard isn't it?" "It's so hard it
hurts." "Are you doing anything to it?" "I'm jacking off.
You know that I'm doing it." "Of course, I know you are.  A
woman just like to hear a man say it." "Rub yourself for me.
Make yourself cum.  I wanna see you cum."

      I watched as my wife put a pillow beneath her hips to
elevate her ass so Greg could see even better.  She removed
her vibrator from the bedside table, unbuttoned her blouse
and removed both breasts.  Then she extended her legs and
spread them.  Over the phone, I heard Greg moan with desire
for my wife.  I could even hear his hand jacking up and down
on his rigid organ.  Paula began to stroke her clitoris with
one hand while she ran the vibrator over her slit with the
other.  Over the phone, I heard. "Oooh god. I want to fuck
you.  I want to fuck that hot cunt.  Can I fuck it later?
Please.  Let me fuck you."

      My wife's only answer was to push the penis-shaped
vibrator deep inside her cunt.  As soon as it entered her
vagina, Greg moaned, "I'M GONNA CUMMMM!" Moments later, he
did just that.  I arrived back in the bathroom in time to
see huge streams of semen arching from his penis.  The first
jet shot out the open window of his bedroom and fell to the
grass below.  The second gush splattered over the
windowsill. The rest fell on the floor of his bedroom.

      "Did you cum?"  my wife said into the phone. "Yes.  It
went everywhere.  Don't stop.  Please don't stop doing it.
I'll get hard again in just a minute.   I want to cum
again." "Honey", my wife replied.  "I'm about to cum too.  I
have no intention of stopping now."

      I couldn't take any more.  I wanted to fuck my wife.
Quietly, I left my house and retrieved my car.  I drove back
to our house and parked in the driveway.  I made a lot of
noise when I entered, throwing my briefcase on the table and
shutting the door reasonably hard.  Then I called out to my
wife, "Paula.  It's me.  I'm home."  I went into the kitchen
and got a quick snack from the fridge to give my wife time
to get herself together.  Finally, I went up to our bedroom.
Paula was still on the bed, but her skirt and now pulled
down and her breasts were back inside her blouse.

      "Hi", I said cheerfully. "Hi, yourself", my wife
teased. "You're really dressed up.  How come?  You look
great." "I did some shopping this evening, so I dressed up.
And I thought my husband might enjoy finding a woman wearing
a hot outfit in his bed when he came home", she teased. "I
do. I do"

      I backup my statement by crawling into the bed with
her, embracing her body and giving her a deep kiss.  At the
same time, I slid my hand up her dress.  "God. no panties!
What a hot slut!  And what a wet slut.  You're soaked."

      "And what do you plan to do with your hot, wet, slutty
wife?" "I intend to ravish her as soon as I close the window
shade." I started to rise but Paula pulled me back onto the
bed and said, "Forget the shade. Just fuck me.  I need it.
I've been thinking about your big hard cock all evening.
Come on, Lover.  Fuck your slut wife."

      Even though I knew she was doing this to turn on her
young lover even more, it still made my cock steel hard.  I
couldn't wait to let Greg watch me fucking my wife. Pushing
her skirt up to her hips, I bared her cunt and slid downward
in the bed. Spreading her wide, I buried my face in the
swollen meaty folds of her cunt and began to lick up and
down the length of her wet slit.   My wife grunted in female
pleasure as a hard spasm rippled through the length of her
overheated vagina.  I felt her clitoris contract in a spasm
of its own.  Her hands went to the back of my head and
pulled me into her.  When my tongue began to lash her
clitoris in long strokes up the entire length of her shaft
and then onto the throbbing, sensitive head, my wife
exploded into an intense orgasm.

      "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS   AHHHHHHHHH..
CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGG... DON'T STOP...PLEASE.DON'T STOP!"

      Paula was hot as fire.  Her entire vagina contracted
in repeated intense spasms. She moaned and grunted her
satisfaction.  I worked my pants off as I licked her.  By
the time I had them off, she was hunching upwards in the
midst of another blinding orgasm. I pushed my finger into
her ass, which contracted and throbbed around the probe that
had entered.  My wife's legs were stretched out fully
forming a wide "V".  Her toes pointed as her calf and thigh
muscles bulged with the strain of her repeated climaxes.

      As her throbbing reached a crescendo, I mounted my
wife and rammed my steel- hard cock into her sex channel.
Immediately, I saw her mouth open in a wide oval.  Her eyes
were clenched shut.  Her tongue shot out and began to flick
against her top lip.  Her hips hammered up and down in wild
fuck motions causing every stroke I delivered into her pussy
to thud up against her cervix.   She grunted each time I hit
the bottom of her cunt.  Then she came again.

      Picking up my wife's legs in the crook of my arms, I
levered her legs up and back until her high heels were
pointed straight at the ceiling.   I reared up and spread my
own legs enough to let Greg see my cock drilling into my
wife's stretched cunt.  I saw that she realized that Greg
could see our coupling clearly in this position.  I felt her
vagina begin a new series of throbbing contractions at this
realization.  "I'm gonna cum in you", I announced.

      "Oooh yesssss..Cum in meeeee..Shoot in your hot slut
wife's cunt.  Fill me. Use me as your cum dump...   FUCK
MEEEEEE!!!"

      Violent contractions shot through my embedded penis.
Paula felt it and began to hump and moan.  My ass muscles
clenched forcing a huge stream of cum out and into the pit
of my wife's vagina.  Two more big jets followed that filled
her up completely. Now the load was running out of her and
down the crack of her ass.

      In the bedroom next door, Greg saw the cum gushing out
of Paula's cunt and pouring over her ass.   His own cum
exploded out of his cock.
	
(Paula continues)

      I met Ben the third week we were in Albuquerque.  As
usual, I had dressed in my hot miniskirt, heels, tight
sweater and half-bra so I could drive Greg wild.  He had
been in and out doing chores all morning and he had been
constantly begging me to let him have sex with me.  When I
refused, he started asking me to take off my clothes and let
him see my body.  I was just about to relent and do it for
him when the doorbell sounded.

      When I answered the bell, I found a very handsome,
dark-skinned mailman waiting for me.  His chest stretched
his shirt to the limit and his muscular arms did the same to
the short sleeves of his shirt.  His waist was so narrow it
was almost not there.  I found myself wondering if he had a
really tight butt.  He looked to be about 30 or so. When he
saw me approach, his eyes wandered boldly over my body.
After he finished his inspection, his eyes rose to meet mine
and he smiled a devilish smile.  I felt wetness between my
thighs as my pussy throbbed.

      I opened the screen door and inquired, "Yes?  What is
it?"

      His eyes dropped back to my breasts where they
examined every contour.  He was totally unconcerned that I
knew he was looking at my chest.  "Hi", he announced
cheerfully.  "I'm Ben, your mailman.  Have a package for
you."  When I held out my hands to take it, he pulled it
away.  "You have to sign for it."  He followed me when I
motioned for him to come in so I could get a pen.  I could
feel his eyes inspecting my swaying ass as I walked in front
of him.  My wetness increased even more.  The situation
wasn't helped by the fact that Greg already had me worked
up.

      "Nice place", he commented as I searched for a pen.
"Not as nice as the lady who lives here, but nice anyway."
I couldn't suppress a smile of pleasure at his sincere
compliment.  "You're easily the best looking woman on my
route."

      I was beginning to become nervous at his boldness.  "I
think you better just give me the package and leave", I
announced with some annoyance in my voice.

      "No need to get upset just because a man admires your
beauty.  I'm not going to attack you.  Besides, I've been
watching you tease that boy next door for two weeks now.
Every time I deliver the mail, you're wearing something hot
and he's about to cum in his pants from watching you.  I
know that you like for a man to look." "I do no such thing",
I stormed at him.  "How dare you say that.  I'm a
respectable married woman.  I don't tease teenage boys!"
Again he smiled his devilish, broad smile.  "Right.  You're
just dressed up like that to do some work in your garden."
I blushed a bright red and he relented.  "Look, I think it's
great that you like to tease that guy.  With a body like you
have, you should be teasing men.  You're made for it.
You're just incredibly sexy.  By the way, where is he?"

      I was breathing faster, almost gasping.  He noticed
and seemed to enjoy watching the rapid rise and fall of my
breasts.  The heat between my thighs increased even further.
"I sent him home when you rang the bell", I said.

      "Good.  That means we're alone.  Have you all to
myself."  Again, he flashed his almost evil smile as his
eyes seemed to sparkle.  "How about a beer, Paula?" Almost
without thinking, I found myself moving toward the fridge.
"How do you know my name?" "I deliver your mail, remember."
"Of course.  Stupid question." "Beautiful women are never
stupid." "So.  Are you married?" "Divorced.  In fact, I've
been divorced for about three years." "I'm sorry to hear
that." "Don't be.  I'm having a lot more fun now than when I
was married."  He sipped his beer while his eyes again
examined my body.  First, it was my face.  He licked his
lips and sort of shook his head slightly.  "You are really a
beautiful woman."   Again, I flushed crimson.  His eyes
roamed downward to my crossed legs, my miniskirt riding high
on my thighs.  "Your legs look incredibly sexy in that short
skirt.  You should never wear anything else."  I squeezed my
thighs together, hoping he wouldn't notice.  He smiled when
I did it.   Then, his eyes moved up to my breasts where they
explored every contour.  The peaks of my hardened nipples
didn't escape his notice.  "How big?" "What", I asked? "You
know what I mean.  How big are your breasts?" When I didn't
respond, he voice became stern.  "How big are they", he
demanded. "36D", I said, my voice almost a low moan. "Mmmm.
they look even bigger.  It's your small frame.  Huge melons
on a small frame.  Really huge tits.  They're gorgeous.  Are
you wearing a bra?  It doesn't look like it." "I'm wearing a
half-bra", I responded. "Yes!  I love it.  You want that
teenage boy to be able to see your nipples. Fantastic!  Show
them to me!" "I most certainly will not", I almost shouted.
"I'm not the boy next door, Paula.  I want to see your tits.
Take them out." "I'm a married woman", I protested, my voice
becoming softer. "I like married women.  They're much hotter
and sexier than single women. Come on.  You already have me
hard.  Show them to me and I'll leave. at least for today."

      My eyes traveled downward to his crotch.  He saw me
looking and made no move to conceal his obvious erection.
The tented indentation in his tight pants suggested a very
thick penis.  It was sticking straight up and appeared to be
steel hard.  My pussy contracted as I saw him throb.

      No more words were spoken.  I pulled my sweater up
above my breasts.  Looking down, I saw that my nipples were
peeking over the top of the half-bra cups.  They were almost
as hard as Ben's penis. "Higher!  Pull the sweater higher",
he ordered. Almost in a trance, I obeyed.  He stared
straight at my exposed breasts.  I felt myself trembling.
My mouth opened to suck more air into my lungs.  I licked my
lips as his eyes explored my heaving chest. "Pull down the
bra cups.  Take your tits out." Moments later, the bra was
pulled down and both breasts rested on top of the cups,
fully exposed.  Ben moved closer.  I closed my eyes and felt
him heft my tits in his hands.  He stroked them gently, his
fingers grazing back and forth across the distended,
hardened nipples.  Spasms rippled through my vagina when he
began to suck them, back and forth.  I was helpless.

      Suddenly he stopped.  I couldn't suppress the moan.
Opening my eyes, I saw that he was smiling.  "They're
incredible.  Wonderful tits.  Love them.  But I always keep
my word.  I told you I would leave after you showed them to
me so I'm going.  Tomorrow, we'll do more.  Wear something
hot for me.  Be here around noon." "You're going to leave?"
I was shocked.  I was also very hot for him. "You want me to
stay, don't you?" "Yes", I moaned. "You're hot, aren't you?"
"You know I am." His hand moved to my thigh and slowly slid
beneath the short skirt.  My eyes closed in anticipation as
my mouth opened letting my tongue stroke over my upper lip.
The hand moved upward.  I moved my feet apart to give him
access.   He took it.  The hand pressed against the wet
crotch band of my panties.  "Aaahhhhhhhhhh". "God.  You're
soaked." "Oohh yesssss.. I'm burning up.    Go inside my
panties.  Please!" Ben pulled me against his body.  I felt
the rigid shaft of his penis pressed into my belly.  Then he
lowered his lips to mine and kissed me hard, his tongue
moving smoothly in and out of my mouth where it flicked
against my tongue.  At the same time, his hand found its way
inside my panties and began masturbate my clitoris just the
way a woman likes it.  There was no way I could prevent my
hips from hunching back and forth against him. His kiss
intensified.  The tongue drove deeply into my mouth as I
open my lips wide against his mouth in a lewd, hot,
"fuck-me" French kiss.  Two fingers penetrated my vagina.
He felt the passionate contractions of my sex hole around
his fingers. "You're going to make me cum", I moaned into
his mouth.   I had no sooner finished saying it when I felt
my clitoris and vagina explode in the spastic contractions
of female orgasm.  Ripples of intense pleasure flooded
through my cunt causing my ass to contract as my vagina and
clit throbbed in climax.

      At that very moment, we both heard Greg open the back
door.  "Damn!" we both said at the same time.  My legs were
trembling so much, I was having trouble standing. Ben
released me and I quickly pulled my sweater down to cover my
naked breasts.  Ben announced, "That package is insured.  So
if anything turns out to be broken, let the post office
know.  Have a nice day."

      He moved away toward the front door.  I smiled at Greg
and followed Ben to the door.  In the doorway, I felt his
penis and found him incredibly thick and hard as stone. "I'm
really sorry to leave you like this.  You must be in pain."
"It's ok.  Not your fault.  I'll be back tomorrow at noon."
He leaned close and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to fuck
you."   I couldn't keep from pressing my thighs together at
his hot words.

      Back in the kitchen, Greg asked what was in the
package.  "I don't know", I replied.  "It's for my husband.
Why did you come back after I told you to leave?" "I
couldn't help it.  I'm so hot for you.  My cock won't go
down.  It's so hard that it hurts." I smiled at the
compliment.  "You're always hard", I teased. "I can't help
it.  You're so sexy and hot.  You keep me hard all the time.
I want to fuck you so bad.  Can't I please fuck you?
Please?" "No.  I'm married.  You can't fuck me." "Please.  I
want you so bad." "No!" Greg moaned in frustration.  "Will
you suck me?" "Of course I won't give you oral sex.  You're
really getting dirty now." "Oh god.  I need it", he moaned.
"You can go in the bathroom and masturbate if you want to",
I told him.  I was getting hotter by the second teasing him
unmercifully like this. "No.  Not in the bathroom.  Here!  I
want to do it here in front of you." I throbbed at the
thought.  It was almost a moan as I said, "All right.  Do it
right here.  Take it out and do it." "You take it out for
me.  Please.  Just unzip me and take it out for me." I
couldn't resist.  Greg was so hard it was difficult to get
his zipper down.  Once down, I unbuttoned his jeans and
pulled them down his thighs.  His big cock bulged outward in
his jockey shorts.  I reached inside and took it in my hand
at the same time I pulled his shorts down.  The rigid organ
stood straight up and hugged his belly.  It was easily 9
inches or more in length.  The blood-engorged head was
purple with desire and precum coated its surface.  I
squeezed the shaft.  Greg moaned and hunched his hips back
and forth.  I jacked him and felt him throb.

      Moving away, I said, "You should be able to handle
things now, Honey." "Please.  You do it for me.  Jack me
off.  Please!" "No way, Honey.  I took it out for you.  You
can surely do some of the work." His hand circled his big
cock and began to stroke the shaft.  I couldn't tear my eyes
away from the bulging head.  The hole seemed to expand as if
preparing to ejaculate his load, which I knew was going to
be huge.  I had been teasing him all morning.  I continued
to watch him jack off, my pussy pulsing, my clitoris
throbbing.

      "I wanna see your pussy while I jack off.  Please.
You've let me see it before.  Sit in the chair and let me
look at it while I cum." The very lewdness of the thought
excited me to a fever pitch.  Pulling my short miniskirt up
to my waist, I stripped the sodden panties off my legs and
sat down in a chair with Greg standing right in front of me.
His hand flew up and down his hard penis. Slowly I lifted my
legs while bending my knees until I was in the classic
female fucking position.  Then I spread myself for him.  My
vaginal lips were so swollen from desire and sexual heat,
they gaped open exposing the sex channel.  It was soaked
with my sexual juices.  Greg moved even closer, his penis no
more than a foot away from my overheated pussy.   His hand
jacked the shaft even faster as he stared into my sex.  I
held my legs behind my knees and spread myself even wider
for him.  I could see him aiming the cock head directly at
the opening.  I waited.

      "Let me put it in.  Oh please.  Please.  Let me do it.
Just a little.  Let me put it in you.   I want to fuck you.
Please!" "I told you no.  Why do you keep asking me for sex.
I'm a married woman." "Ohhhhh god.. I'm about to cum!  Can I
cum on your pussy.  Please.  Let me cum on your cunt." I
held my legs wide for him.  I knew I would climax as soon as
he exploded onto my vaginal lips.  "All right.  Go ahead.  I
really shouldn't let you do this, but just this one time.
Shoot it anywhere you want.  Do it.  Shoot it all over me."
Greg's hand flew up and down the shaft and over the head on
each stroke.  I watched the head expand and the hole open
wide.  He moved it even closer to the entrance to my vagina.
For a moment, I thought he was going to be a man and fuck me
in spite of my objections.  Obviously, there was no way I
could have stopped him, but he stopped with his cock just
inches from my hole.  Another two strokes and he erupted!

      The load was incredible.  The first huge stream hit
the center of my vaginal opening.  The outer two inches of
the channel quickly filled with cum.  The remainder of that
first gush coated both lips and a lot of my upturned ass.
The second jet was almost as big as the first.  He aimed
higher this time and coated my clitoris and bush completely
in thick semen.  My mouth opened wide, tongue shot out and
my own orgasm exploded. Greg saw my throbbing contractions.
Again he aimed lower and shot the third stream into my
vagina.

      As soon as my husband had left for work the next
morning, I rushed upstairs to prepare for Ben's promised
arrival.  I wasn't sure exactly what I would do.  The
thought of having sex with our mailman seemed so outrageous
and lewd that couldn't suppress my excitement.  After I had
bathed, I concentrated on my makeup.  Eye shadow, eyeliner
and rouge were carefully applied.  I chose a dark red lip
gloss.  For jewelry, I put on dangling earrings and a
rhinestone choker.  Since it was Albuquerque, I elected to
wear my turquoise rings and bracelets.  I first put rings on
every finger but decided that was overdoing it and settled
for two rings on each hand and a bracelet on each wrist.  I
also put on an ankle bracelet.  Staring at my naked body in
the mirror, I thought I looked pretty good for an older
woman.  "Ben shouldn't have too much to complain about", I
thought to myself with not just a little satisfaction.

      At first, I considered wearing the same miniskirt that
had turned Ben on so much the day before, but I wanted to
wear something different and hopefully even more enticing
and wicked.  After trying on several outfits, I finally
picked out my hottest sheathe.  It was close to obscene so
that I only wore it when we were going some place where no
one would recognize me.  The sheathe was made of stretchable
fabric so that it would fit snug against my body and mold
every curve.  The hemline was no more than two inches below
my buttocks so that pantyhose and panties were mandatory.  I
decided to wear neither.  I did wear the obligatory
"fuck-me" pumps with four-inch heels.  When I looked at my
reflection in the full-length bedroom mirror, I was shocked
at my whorish appearance.  My breasts looked almost naked in
the dress.  I thought it was too much so I searched for and
found a thin nylon bra that could be worn beneath the dress
and put it on.  I still looked like a slut but somewhat less
so.  I was sure Ben would like the outfit. After all, he had
told me to wear something sexy for him.

      Picking up the phone, I called Greg and told him that
would be busy today and didn't want him to come over.  He
could continue work on the house tomorrow.  He protested and
begged.  I told him no and for emphasis, I added that if he
came over anyway, I wouldn't see him again.  He got the
message.

      For the next two hours I waited impatiently for my
potential lover to arrive.  With each passing minute, I
could feel the wetness between my naked thighs increasing.
By 11:00 AM, I could easily smell the musky aroma of my
female heat.  I considered going upstairs and taking a
sponge bath.  My body didn't move and I realized that I
wanted Ben to smell me, to know I was in heat for him, to
feel my wetness.

      I kept waiting for the doorbell to ring, but nothing
happened.  I squirmed in the chair, my legs crossing and
then crossing again in the opposite direction.  I knew I was
pressing my thighs together, squeezing my clitoris, making
myself throb.  I could hear my own deep breathing.  My
breasts rose and fell with each breath.  Nervously, my mouth
opened allowing my tongue to stroke my upper lip.  Small
drops of moisture slid down my cleavage as if lubricating
the channel for a lover.

      "God.  You look like an incredibly hot slut.  Even
better than yesterday."

      Ben's voice scared me momentarily.  My head jerked
around and saw him standing between the dining room and the
living room where I was waiting for him.  He was staring
right at my crossed legs.

      "How did you get in?  I didn't hear you." "Came in the
back door so the neighbors wouldn't gossip.  You're naked
under that dress aren't you?" "No." "You're lying.  You're
naked." "No.  I'm wearing a bra." "But no panties.. no
pantyhose." "No." "Your cunt is naked." "Yes", I moaned in a
low voice that quivered with passion and heat. "It's wet
isn't it." It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact.
He knew I was wet with heat.  "Oh, yes.  Very wet." "Why the
bra?" This one was a question.  "I thought it looked too
whorish not to wear one." "I want you to look like a whore.
Next time, no bra.  Understand." I was so excited I couldn't
find my voice to answer him.  He repeated the order.
"Understand.  You do not wear a bra or panties when I come
to see you or when I take you out." "You can't take me out.
My husband.." He didn't allow me to finish my objection.
"When I take you out, your tits and cunt will be naked.
Understand." I nodded meekly. "What was that?  I didn't hear
your answer." "I understand." "What do you understand?"
"That my tits and cunt are to be naked when you take me
out."

      He looked at me intently, his eyes locking into mine
until it was so intense I had to lower my eyes.  I felt
rather than saw him inspect my heaving chest and my ample
cleavage.  I looked up and saw him inspecting my thighs.

      "You're wet and hot, aren't you?" "Yes.. very." "Are
you throbbing?" "Oh yes.. hard." "Have you had an orgasm
yet?" "A small one.   I couldn't help it." "Of course you
couldn't.  Your breasts look delicious.  Take them out for
me." I leaned forward in the chair, reaching behind my back
for the zipper.  Ben stopped me.  "No.  Don't undo the
dress.  Just pull the bodice and bra down so your tits stick
out the top."

      I did as he instructed.  The dress was so tight it was
hard to pull it down enough to get my breasts out, but I
managed.  After a few moments of struggling with the
garment, both breasts were bared and protruding from the top
of the sheathe.  Ben moved over to stand beside me.  I
closed my eyes as his hands roamed over the naked expanse of
my tits.  Small ripples of excited coursed through my loins
when he pinched the nipples and then much more intense
spasms of pleasure made my vagina throb when I felt him
hefting and squeezing them.

      I felt his tongue licking my ear lobe.then the tongue
was inside my ear sending shivers down my spine.  The hands
never left my breasts for a moment.  Each globe was
squeezed, cupped and hefted.   Both nipples were stroked,
pinched, squeezed and rubbed until they stood like large
pencil erasers on my heaving tits.  The tongue traveled down
my cheek, licking me, kissing every inch.   Then it found my
lips. I couldn't keep my mouth closed as it licked first one
lip and then the other.  I was shuddering with passion. I
realized that my own tongue was out and being licked by the
forceful male tongue.  He licked its entire surface and then
sucked it inside his mouth and continuously stroked it. His
lips crushed against mine in a passionate kiss, his tongue
forcing its way deep inside my mouth where it explored at
will.  As his tongue had intercourse with my mouth, his
hands squeezed, rubbed and excited my breasts and nipples.

      I realized my hips were hunching up and down in the
motions of intercourse.  My vagina was on fire.  This was
not lost on my lover.  "Open your thighs.  I want to see
your cunt."   He stepped back and allowed me room to spread
myself.  The short sheathe slid up my thighs and bunched
above my crotch completely exposing my sex to him.  He
rubbed my pubic triangle and massaged my clit with his
fingers.  I gasped with intense pleasure. "OHHHHhhhhhhhh...
Yessssssssssssss. Please.  I'm dying.  Do it to meeeeeee", I
begged like a shameless slut. "Pull your legs up and back.
Expose yourself for me.  I want to see all of it."

      I couldn't do it fast enough.  Grasping my thighs
behind my knees, I jacked my legs high into the air.  With
my feet above my head, my high heels waved erratically. Hard
contractions laced through my pussy when I felt Ben's
fingers sliding up and down the length of my soaked slit.
He paused at my opening, his fingers just outside.  I spread
as wide as I could and hunched upward in the age-old female
invitation.  He didn't accept.  Instead, I felt the fingers
sliding downward to my ass.  He caressed both cheeks and
then centered his fingers on the opening.  I relaxed my
sphincter and waited for him to do it to me.  Again, he
refused to enter my body.

      "Oohhh god. PLEASE!  Don't torture me like this.  I've
got to have it.  GIVE IT TO ME!  Damn you!  FUCK INTO ME!"

      For an answer, Ben lifted my body and carried me to
the dining room table where he deposited me on my back.
"Pull your legs back.  Open yourself to me.  Show all of
yourself to me."

      I did it immediately.  In moments, my knees were
touching my breasts.  My high heels were pointed straight at
the ceiling.  My sex holes were totally exposed and open to
him.  Ben moved between my spread thighs and I felt his
tongue sliding up my cuntal slit. I began to cum.  Hard
spastic contractions flooded through the entire length of my
vagina that caused my orifice to rapidly open and close.  My
clitoris exploded.  It throbbed and jerked, first retreating
back into its protective hood only to burst forth as another
hard spasm ripped through me.  The screams seemed to be
ripped from my lungs with uncontrolled fury and volume.

      The tongue found my throbbing clitoris.  It slashed up
and down pulsing shaft.  I lost all control.  Meaningless
female honking and babbling filled the room.  I felt my
clitoris sucked hard and exploded in another intense climax.
Two male fingers were forced into my ass, my hole
contracting around them as if trying to squeeze them off
inside me.

      Ben wouldn't stop.  His tongue and lips licked and
sucked my clitoris sending me into repeated orgasms.  My
female juices bubbled out of my pussy and seeped down my ass
crack where they lubricated the fingers fucking my anus.
"Oh.please..stop..stop STOP!   I CANT STAND IT.  PLEASE.
LET ME REST .OHHHHHHHHH"

      It did me no good to beg.  Fingers entered my
overheated vagina where they began fuck motions.  The tongue
worked me up again.  I climaxed with incoherent screaming
and moaning.   Then I lost control of my bladder and peed.
It covered Ben's face but he didn't stop.  I came again.

      Finally, when I was so exhausted that I could no
longer hold my legs in the air, Ben rose.  He stood between
my thighs looking at my convulsing body.  My tits were
heaving up and down, the nipples hard, distended buttons of
passion.  My cunt was soaked, the pubic hair matted.  It
quivered and pulsed continuously.  Slowly, he stripped and I
saw his cock for the first time.  It was about 7 inches. but
incredibly thick with a huge purple bloated head.  I spread
to receive it as he moved it into position at the entrance
to my vagina.  He put it against my hole.  I moaned and felt
myself throbbing against it.  He pressed it forward
stretching me.  He pressed it further in and my hole widened
even more to take it.  Then it was in me and Ben was driving
it toward the depths of my channel.  I felt him lift my legs
to put me in fucking position.  He spread me and rammed
himself in further.  My hole stretched around his girth.
Two more inches were forced into me.  My tongue lolled out,
my mouth wide open.  I felt him hit my cervix and grunted in
response to the male organ nailing me to the table.

      He let it soak in my juices for moment, the head
buried in me, rammed up against my womb, which was being
forced up and back to make room for his cock.  Then he began
to fuck me.  Hard, driving strokes that thudded in the very
bottom of my vagina on every thrust.  I begged him. "oohhh
not so hard.. please. don't.oohhhh god. ungghhhhh.."   He
ignored his whore's cries and fucked me even harder.  My
high heels were now above his head.  My lover started to
grunt as he planted himself into me all the way on every
thrust.  I wanted him to cum in me.   Oh god. I wanted this
magnificent lover to empty himself into my body.

      "CUM IN ME.  OH PLEASE.  IN ME.  SHOOT IN ME.  FILL ME
WITH IT. USE ME, BEN.  USE MEEEEEEEE."

      He did.  A minute later I felt his cock expanding
inside my sex channel.  His strokes shortened and he began
to hit into me like a battering ram, his penis jerking and
throbbing.  He grunted loudly as he shot off in me.   The
first gush of semen completely filled what empty space there
was inside my pussy.  The excess was forced upward until it
spewed out of my tightly plugged vagina.  Again, Ben
throbbed and pumped cum into me.  Semen was running down my
ass crack and pooling on the tabletop.  I squeezed my
vaginal muscles around his cock to milk his load.  It was
his turn to moan at the intense sensation this created.  In
response, two more jets were fired point blank into me.  Ben
continued to shoot into me for almost 30 seconds.  Then his
fuck motions slowed and finally stopped, his penis still
jerking inside me.

      When Ben dismounted from my prone body, my legs fell
to the table.  I lay there unmoving, my legs spread, semen
running from my stretched vagina.  I heard him moving around
in the kitchen.  Moments later, he emerged, a beer in his
hand, fully dressed.  He bent over me, kissed me full the
lips, his tongue lightly stroking over my lips and flicking
against my tongue.  "You were great.  Best I've had in a
long, long time. See ya tomorrow, Honey."  He flicked his
finger over my clitoris and made his exit. (Gordon
continues)

      I knew that my wife was being fucked by someone.  She
had that satisfied look about her and she always seemed to
be wearing different clothes in the evening than she had had
on when I left for work in the morning.  I also noticed that
it was a lot easier to get into her ass than it usually is.
Someone was stretching my wife back there.  Since Paula
still wanted the lights left on when we made love in order
to tease Greg, I figured that it wasn't our young teenager
neighbor who was banging my wife.  If he were, why bother to
tease him.

      I was still puzzling over it at breakfast one morning
when my wife casually stated, "I think our mailman is
hitting on me." I looked up from my newspaper.  "Oh?  Why do
you say that?" "I say that because he keeps making passes
and telling how sexy I am.  He also keeps hinting that he'd
like to have sex with me." "Well", I laughed, "that's
certainly a good enough reason to say that he's hitting on
you.  Is he annoying you?  Do you want me to report him to
the postal authorities?" "No.  He's not really annoying me.
Women get used to that sort of thing and after all, it's not
as if I haven't been fucked before.  I just thought I'd tell
you.  You're entitled to know that a guy is after your wife
and I know how much that sort of thing turns you on." "Does
he turn you on?  Make you hot?" "A little.  He's a really
handsome guy.  And he's nice about it.  Not gross or
anything like that." "Sounds like more than a little to me.
Have you let him fuck you yet?" "What makes you think that
I'm going to let him at all", my wife demanded to know. "No
offense meant, Honey.  It's just sort of exciting to think
about you doing the mailman.  Are you going to fuck him?"
"Would you mind terribly if I did?" "What do you think?"
Paula looked into my eyes.  Then she smiled seductively.  "I
think it would make you hard as steel if I did it.  In fact,
I think you're already hard just from thinking about the
possibility that I might do it.  Are you?" "Yes", I moaned.
Actually, I was stone hard and throbbing.
	
      My wife moved to my side of the table, knelt between
my thighs and unzipped me.  My rigid cock sprang out as soon
as she opened my pants. "Mmmmmmm..god, you are hard!  It's
like a steel rod."
	
      My body arched upwards as her lips engulfed my shaft.
She sucked me all the way into her throat.  Her lips kissed
my pubic hair as her cheeks hollowed making my cock throb
inside her mouth.  Slowly, she pulled it out, her lips
clamped tightly around the shaft as it exited her mouth
hole.  I felt her tongue lick around my cock ridge and then
retreat as she sucked me deep inside once again.  My balls
were being stroked by one hand as her mouth fucked me
faster.  Then I felt my wife's other hand around my shaft.
Every time she would pull back from my organ exposing the
shaft, her hand would jack me off with my cock head inside
her mouth.  Her saliva was beginning to drip from my balls.
I felt the cum rising and my cock expanding.  Suddenly she
pulled my dick out and let it throb in the air.

      "Do you mind if I fuck him?" "Ohhh god.later. suck me.
don't stop.  Finish me!" Her hand squeezed my shaft tightly
and slowly jacked up and down just enough to keep me right
on the edge of exploding but not enough to let me cum.  I
humped my hips against her hand in an effort to get her to
do it faster. "He's really very handsome and he does so want
to fuck me.  Can I fuck him, Honey?" "SUCK ME.  PLEASE.
SUCK IT.  MAKE ME CUM!  PLEASE!" "I hate to keep
disappointing him.  Every time he delivers our mail, he has
to leave with a painful erection.  He wants to use it inside
me.  Can I spread for him?" "YES..SPREAD FOR HIM.  LET HIM
FUCK YOU, BUT RIGHT NOW, SUCK ME, YOU HOT SLUT."

      Moments later, my cum load exploded into my wife's
throat where is slid smoothly down into her belly.


      Later that morning at work, I realized that my wife
had been less than fully truthful.  Obviously, our mailman
was the guy who was fucking Paula.  He had probably been
doing it to her for weeks and she hadn't told me.  The
thought made my cock throb and grow hard.  I knew I wanted
to watch him fucking my wife.  I wondered if he was banging
her everyday.

      The next morning I took off from work around 11 AM,
drove to our rented house and parked along the curb on the
opposite side of the street a few doors up from ours.  At
11:30 AM, I saw this dark-skinned guy putting mail into the
boxes along the street.  He was very well built, the muscles
of biceps stretching the material of his short-sleeve shirt
to the limit.  His small, pencil moustache gave him the
appearance of a real Latin stud. As he drew closer to our
house, I could see that the front of his pants were tented.
The guy already had an erection from the anticipation of
fucking my wife.  He dropped our mail in the box and entered
the front door without even knocking.  It was 11:35 AM.

      I wanted to go and see if I could peek at them through
one of the windows, but it was broad daylight and I was
fearful that one or more of the neighbors would see me and
figure out what was happening.  So I waited, alone with my
own erection, which I slowly stroked.  It was nearly 12:30
PM before the mailman left our house.  After he had
retreated down the street finishing his route, I dialed our
number on my car phone.  After few rings, my wife answered.

      "Hello," "Hi, Honey.  It's me.  Just called to let you
know that I will be finishing early this afternoon.  What do
you say we go out for dinner, dancing and a movie or
something?" I could hear my wife's deep breathing over the
phone.  "Are you ok?  Sounds like you've been running you're
so out of breath?" "I'm fine.  Just been doing some work
around the house.  Dinner, dancing and a movie sound great.
I'll dress for it, Honey." As I hung up, I had no doubts
that our mailman had thoroughly fucked my hot wife that
morning.

      For days I tried to think of a way I could watch my
wife and her lover.  Short of just asking Paula for her
permission to watch, I came up empty for several days.
Finally, I developed a plan.   I would tell Paula that I
needed to have some things picked up in town, but was going
to be busy with work all day.  Would she please pick them up
for me?  If she agreed, I could return home, park my car in
a nearby parking lot, reenter our house and hide in one of
the unused bedrooms.  When they were really into it, I felt
I could safely slip out of the bedroom and watch him fucking
my wife.  Afterwards, she would have to take a shower to
wash off the sex aromas and could use the opportunity to
escape and return to work.


      The plan had worked perfectly!  I was safely hidden in
the closet in the guest bedroom when I heard the front door
open and then. "God!  You look really slutty today in that
outfit." "I thought you'd like it, Honey.  You like the way
my tits stick out of the negligee?" For a few moments, I
heard nothing.  Then: "Mmmmmmm..    Your mouth feels sooooo
good on my nipples!   Do it more, Ben.   Suck me, harder."
"Show me the rest, Slut!" There was only silence for a
moment before I heard my wife. "Do you like the way the
garter and hose frame my pussy for you?  You like these
heels, Lover?  Just bought them for you.  Five-inch heels."
"You know what I like, Baby.  Come here!"

      Several minutes elapsed during which all I could make
out were some murmuring and a few soft moans.  It seemed
like they weren't going to come up to the bedroom so I
slowly moved out of my hiding place and crept toward the
door.  Just as I reached it, I heard Paula's voice again,
"OOOhhh God!  This is wild!"  I stopped in the doorway and
listened.  "Unnnggghh...Jezzzz..never like this before!"

      What was Ben doing to my wife that she had never had
before?  She was very experienced sexually.  I couldn't
think of anything that she hadn't tried either with me or
with one of her previous lovers.  My curiosity was
overwhelming.  Throwing caution to the wind, I removed my
shoes and moved toward the kitchen as quietly as possible.
At the end of the hallway, I paused.  The kitchen was just
around the corner.  If Ben was fucking my wife as she sat on
the counter top, she would be facing me as I moved out of
the hallway.  If he had her on top of the kitchen table, he
might see me when I stepped around the corner.  I listened
trying to determine where they were.

      "Uummmmm.. this is hot, wild.  Aaahhhhh..
Yesssssss..rub it, Lover. Make it throb for you." "Like
this?", I heard Ben ask. "Oooouuuuuuu...  yes. yes..  like
that.  Rub it harder, Lover.  Do the shaft.  Up and down.
ah.. ah.. ah.ah.ah.ah."

      Obviously, Ben was masturbating my wife.  I couldn't
figure out why that was so wild and unusual.  Paula must
have been masturbated and finger fucked by at least 50
different men.  I knew she hadn't told me about all of her
lovers.  It might even be a 100 or more.  In any case, my
cock was getting hard.  This was really getting turning me
on.

      Judging from the direction of their voices, I thought
that Ben had my wife on top of the kitchen table.  If so,
Paula would be looking at the ceiling and Ben might have his
back toward me.  I decided to risk it.

      With as much care as possible, I peeked around the
corner into the kitchen.  A moment later I was squeezing my
cock, which had just become hard as stone.  It was pulsing
inside my shorts and I thought I might cum in my pants.  Ben
had my wife on the table all right, but she wasn't staring
at the ceiling.  He had her face down with her hips right at
the table's edge.  A padded cuff was attached to each wrist
and these cuffs were tied to the opposite table legs.
Paula's arms were tautly stretched forward.  Ben had my
wife's ankles securely strapped to the opposite bottom table
legs.  Her clothing was a garter belt that was attached to
thigh-high mesh hose and the five-inch spike heels she wore.
These spikes had elevated Paula's ass above the rest of her
body.  Ben had his back toward me and his body partially
blocked my view of Paula's ass, but I was certain that the
wide spread of her legs had completely exposed her pussy and
ass to Ben's view and for his pleasure.

      Since Ben's hips weren't thrusting, I knew he wasn't
in my wife yet.  The motion of his arm told me that he was
rubbing her pussy, probably her clitoris.  The direct
stimulation of her most sensitive part plus the excitement
of being in helpless bondage was really driving Paula wild.
Her moans increased in volume by the second.  Then her moans
changed to gasps and then to shrieks of intense pleasure.
"I'm going to cum!", she screamed.  I could see her legs
struggling to hunch her hips as she roared toward climax,
but she was so tightly bound, virtually no movement was
possible.  Her deep moan of orgasm prompted me to take out
my cock and begin to jack off.

  	"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!   YES!  CUMMING!"

      Ben's arm motion slowed as he savored the throbbing of
the female hole around his fingers.  Bending over, he began
to kiss my wife's ass.  The erotic of sensation of having
her ass cheeks licked and kissed as her vagina pulsed in the
aftermath of her intense orgasm caused soft moans of passion
to erupt from her throat.  My hand slid up and down my penis
faster.  The mailman's hands were kneading the sides of
Paula's breasts while his tongue stroked her back and the
crease of her ass.  "OH  OH  OH  not so hard.  Please!
They're very sensitive after I cum."   Looking more closely,
I could see that he was pinching her nipples.  Making them
throb and sting.  If anything, he pinched them harder
causing even louder groans that were half pain, half
passion.

      "Time for the vibrator", I heard Ben announce.  The
bound female moaned softly in anticipation.  Moving to the
wall, her lover plugged the cord of the large hand-held
vibrator into the socket.  Moments later, I heard the device
spring to life with a steady humming noise.  Standing behind
my wife, but sufficiently to the side to allow me to see, he
moved the business end of the vibrator between the spread
thighs and then pressed it up against her cunt.  Paula
exploded in loud screams and gasps of pain and pleasure.

      "Ohhhh god. too much.ooohhhhhhhh.I can't stand that..
OOOOOhhhh . it's killing meeeee.please.turn it
down..AAAagghhhaaaaaaa..ugh  ugh.ugh.. uunngghhhhhhh."

      The mailman worked the knob around the cuntal folds
and into the wet slit. She moaned louder.  The knob was
pumped in and out of her gaping vagina.  This brought
honking sounds from my wife.  Ben backed up slightly and
pulled the knob out of her hole.  She moaned loudly.
Kneeling so that he had a clear view of the exposed cunt,
Ben pushed the knob against the shaft of her hardened
clitoris.  I heard the whoosh of air as her vaginal muscles
contracted violently.  My wife's head flew backwards.  I
could see her eyes clinched tightly shut; her mouth flew
open in a silent scream of intense sexual heat and her
tongue shot out, curled up and began to flick over her upper
lip.  Ben moved the knob up and down my wife's clitoris.
From experience, I knew this was making the organ throb in
hard spastic contractions as it tried to retreat into its
protective hood to escape the intense sensations.

      When Ben stepped more to the side, I had a clear view
of my wife's ass.  For the first time I noticed the butt
plug embedded in her asshole.  The exposed end of the plug
was jerking back and forth in response to the wild
contractions of her vagina, clitoris and anal passage.  A
few minutes later, Paula screamed and climaxed a second
time.

      At this point, the mailman moved around to the other
end of the table to use his slut's mouth hole.  Immediately,
I pulled back into the hallway so he wouldn't see me. For
the next five minutes, I listened to Ben groaning with
pleasure as my wife's mouth sucked him.  I was having to be
very careful not to cum as I wanted to prolong the pleasure
as long as possible.

      "Jezz. look at the time!  I've only got about five
minutes left.  Got to deliver the mail, Honey.  Time to fuck
the cum load into you."

      I heard Paula gasp for air as the cock was pulled out
of her mouth.  Moments later, I heard her gasp and then
grunt with female pleasure.  I knew Ben had put his cock
into my wife's cunt.  He had to have his back to me again.
Peeking around the corner, I saw his muscular hips thrusting
back and forth delivering a series of hard deep strokes that
had to be ramming his cock head into my wife's cervix and
womb on every stroke. He held her hips firmly in place while
he fucked the upturned vagina.  The wet squishing sounds of
the cock pumping in and out of her sex cylinder filled the
room.  It was too much.  My cum erupted in a huge thick
burst that arched high into the air and fell to the floor
several feet away.  I watched Ben's ass driving his penis
into my wife in short, hard strokes as the last several jets
of my semen poured out.  At the moment my last small spurt
was ejected, the mailman grunted loudly and joined me in
shooting his load.  But while mine was dripping onto the
floor, his was pumping into my wife's cunt, filling it and
then overflowing until long strands of cum were hanging from
her labia where they slowly elongated into cum ropes that
eventually snapped and fell to the floor to join mine.

      I watched until I saw Ben withdraw his penis from
Paula's cunt.  As he pulled it out, I retreated to the
safety of the guest bedroom.  I could still hear their
voices. "Oh, Honey.  That was really good.  You made me cum
so hard, several times." "That's the way I like a woman,
hot, wet, spread and cumming", Ben chuckled. "Well, that's
what you got, Lover." "Got to deliver the mail, Paula.  See
ya tomorrow." "Wait!  You have to untie me before you go.
You can't leave me like this."

	I detector a note of panic in my wife's voice.

      "Don't worry, Honey.  I'm going next door to deliver
the mail to your young stud's house next.  I'll tell him to
come over and untie you." "Don't you dare do that.  I don't
want him seeing me like this!" "Why not?  You've been
showing it to him all summer.  I think it's only fair that
he get to see you when you're fresh fucked." "Please.  Untie
me.  Don't send Greg over.  Please!" "Sorry, Baby.   The
randy, young stud gets to see you, all of you, today.
Today's his day.  Have fun."  Ben walked out the front door
without another word in spite of my wife's continued
pleading and begging.

      I thought I wouldn't be able to get it up again for an
hour, but the thought of Greg coming over and finding Paula
nearly naked, tied to the table with her ass arched high and
cum dripping out of her stretched vagina had me steel hard.
Since Ben was gone and my wife couldn't see anything tied to
the table as she was, I could move around freely. Going into
our bedroom, I got our video camera, inserted a cassette and
walked back down the hallway.

      As expected, my wife was still bound tightly to the
table.  Raising the camera, I sighted through the viewer,
focussed on her ass and pussy and pressed the record button.
My cock throbbed as I recorded the long strands of cum
hanging from her labia and the butt plug rammed all the way
into her ass.  I pressed the zoom switch until her body
filled the entire frame of the picture.  As I recorded, I
noticed through the viewer that my wife's hips had begun a
thrusting motion against the table edge.  At first, she
hunched her hips back forth as if she were fucking someone
on the table.  After a few moments, this changed to an
up-down motion with her pelvis grinding against the table.
I squeezed my cock as I realized that she was masturbating
herself.  The thought of Greg seeing her like this was
obviously exciting my wife.  I turned up the volume on the
video camera to catch her soft moans on the tape.

      I had recorded for 10 minutes when I saw Greg coming
up the front steps. Quickly, I moved behind the sofa but
kept the camera trained on the kitchen area where my wife
waited helplessly. "Paula.  Where are you, Paula.  Ben said
to bring my camera and come over.  He said you needed some
help.  Where are you?" shouted Greg.  My wife remained
silent, but through the zoom lens, I saw her arch her ass
even higher. "Paula!  Where are ..."  Greg stopped in mid
sentence when he saw Paula bent over and tied to the kitchen
table.  He moved closer and stared at the small strands of
semen hanging from her swollen sex opening.

      "God.. Ben fucked you, didn't he!   Oh Shit!  That's
awesome."  I trained the camera on the teenager as he
squeezed his cock through his jeans.  Paula undulated her
ass under his gaze.  Then Greg remembered that he had a
camera.  Moments later he was taking pictures of my wife's
ass and her cunt and I was taking video of them both.  After
taking a dozen or so pictures, Greg laid the camera on the
kitchen counter and took off his jeans and shorts.   I
zoomed in on his hard cock.  He was hung.  Really hung.  It
was at least 9 inches long and almost as thick as Ben's huge
organ.  I could even see the precum oozing out of the tip.

      Moving behind my wife, Greg rubbed the end of his cock
against the naked thigh of the bound woman. "Mmmmmmmm." His
hand found the other thigh and stroked its length from the
calf all the way up to the junction with her hips.  Then it
moved onto the soft cheeks of her ass. "Oohhhhhhh."   The
woman's ass undulated beneath the teenager's hand.  As it
explored her ass crease, she began slow hunching motions.
The hand dipped lower and disappeared between the spread
thighs where male fingers sought out and found the
distended, swollen clitoris. "Ggghhaaaaa.. Yessssss.  more..
please. more. Aaahhhhhhhh." Slowly the fingers moved
backward up the length of the gaping cuntal slit.
"Unnghhhhhh.  Ungghhhhhh.."   The fingers reached the butt
plug and began to gradually work it back and forth, in and
out of the stretched, female asshole.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....   Do it to meeeeeeeee."

      Greg's cock was a rigid steel shaft that stood
straight up along his belly, swollen, throbbing, oozing
precum.  I watched as he again pushed the butt plug all the
way into the waiting asshole.   When it's base was flush
against her ass, he raised his hand high and brought the
palm down against the fleshy ass. "UGH.Uunnnnnnn."  Greg
raised his hand again.  This time his palm stung the other
ass cheek.  Then it whacked the first cheek a second time
followed rapidly by administering the same punishment to the
other cheek.
"Ooohhhhhh..Nnoooooo..ungh.ungh.ungh.ungh.ggghhhaaaaaaa" Now
Greg bean to spank my wife's ass with hard rapid swats that
made her cheeks quiver.  Her ass was rapidly turning a
bright red. "Oohhhh... please . please. don't spank me.
please.  I'm really sorry for teasing you all
summer...Ggghhhhaaaaaaaa..UNGGH UNGGH.UNGGHH...please.STOP.
IT HURTS..UNGH.   UNGH. UNGH. UGH..UGH.UGH...   PLEASE. ITS
DRIVING ME CRAZY. OOOHHHHHHHH GOD..  AAAAHHHHHH." "You hot
Bitch!  All summer you've had my cock steel hard, but I
couldn't fuck you, could I, because you're a married woman.
and now I see Ben's cum load running out of your cunt.   you
fucking cockteaser!"  Greg spanked my wife's ass with really
hard blows. "AOOWWWWW.. OHHH  OH  OH   UGH.UGH  .. UGH.
PLEASE.OH PLEASE.. FUCK ME. DON'T SPANK ME..  FUCK ME..
ANYTIME YOU WANT..  PLEASE.UUGHHH.UGH. I CAN'T STAND IT.
OOOHHHHHHH"

      For the next few minutes Greg continued to spank my
wife.  Gradually her cries and moans died away to be
replaced with a deep throated groan.  After that, each time
Greg spanked her, she moaned louder.  Her hips were now
grinding in fuck motions as she pressed her pussy against
the edge of the table.  Greg saw that and smiled.  "You hot
Slut.  You're about to cum aren't you?"  There was no
answer.  He pulled the belt off his discarded pants, doubled
it, and cracked it across Paula's reddened ass cheeks.
"GGAAHHHHAAAAAAA!!!!" The belt rose and whipped the tortured
female ass a second time.
"AAAYYYYEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!" "From now on, we fuck
anytime I say we fuck.  Do you understand?  When I tell you
to suck, you open your mouth hole and suck me!  Understand!
When I tell you get on your back and spread, you lie down,
pull your legs back and spread wide open for fucking! Do you
understand, you hot Slut?" My wife didn't respond
immediately and was accordingly punished by another slashing
blow from the belt. "Aaaahhhhhhhhh..STOP.. FOR GOD'S
SAKE.STOP. YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEE.. YES.YES.  WE FUCK
WHENEVER YOU SAY.. I SUCK WHENEVER YOU TELL ME TO SUCK. I
SPREAD WHEN YOU TELL ME TO SPREAD.. PLEASE..  USE ME. DON'T
WHIP ME.. FUCK INTO MEEEEE."
	
      That seemed to satisfy Greg.  He tossed the belt
aside, stepped behind by wife's upturned ass, adjusted his
cock against her opening and drove it into her cunt.  After
two months of being teased, he was finally fucking my wife.

      And fuck her he did.  Hard driving strokes all the way
into her hole.  I could hear the thud as his cock head
rammed against Paula's cervix.  He held her hips for
leverage and plowed deeply into her depths.  The screams of
pain were now replaced by her screams of female sexual heat.
She told him that she was cumming.   He fucked her even
harder.  Every stroke brought more grunts and moans, hissing
sighs of pleasure from the impaled woman.  Her tongue lolled
out of her wide open mouth.  Saliva drooled from the corners
and dripped from her chin.  The female ass quivered as the
exposed cunt received the strong fucking of an overheated
teenager who had been teased for two months.

      I was amazed at Greg's staying power.  He fucked into
Paula for at least ten minutes before exploding his first
load into pussy.   She never stopped moaning as one orgasm
after another rippled through her vagina and clitoris.
After he had emptied himself into her, Greg withdrew his
still hard cock and picked up the camera.  He told my wife
to arch her hips as high as she could so he could get good
pictures of her stretched cunt and the huge globs of cum
bubbling out of her vagina.  We both took some excellent
photos.

      When he had exhausted the film, Greg stepped up to my
wife again, his cock rigid and ready.  This time, he
extracted the butt plug, pushed her hips lower and replaced
the plug with his cock.  He slid in easily as Ben had lubed
her ass for the plug and she was so stretched from it, her
ass accepted Greg's cock without problem.  He fucked his
bound sex slave with steady strokes, savoring the tightness
of her ass around his penis.  The female moans and the
contractions of her ass around his embedded organ quickly
brought him to the brink.  He pulled out just in time, and
began spanking my wife again.  She arched her hips and
exploded into an intense orgasm that caused her entire body
to vibrate.  While she was in the midst of her orgasm, Greg
rammed himself into her, this time entering her vagina.  My
wife's orgasm seemed to intensify.  Greg hammered his
steel-hard cock in and out of her sex hole and, within a
minute, grunted loudly and ejaculated inside her cunt.
After the first jet of semen was in her, he pulled out and
shot the remainder of his load over her thighs, stockings,
ass and up her back.  She was covered with it, inside and
out. (Paula continues)

      Needless to say, I had no idea that my husband was
watching and making a video tape that first time Greg had
me.  However, I'm glad he did it.  We've watched that tape
many times since.  It excites me and turns my husband into a
raging stallion.

      August of that summer in Albuquerque was one long sex
orgy for me.  Once Greg had had me, there was no holding him
back.  Our morning teasing sessions were transformed into
teasing/fucking sessions.  I think he had sex with me every
day that month.  When I was having my period, I sucked him
or he used my anus.  Sometime during the first week of
August, his parents left for a three-week vacation so we had
the full use of his house.  During that three weeks, he
fucked me in every bed, in every room and on every table and
couch in the house.

      Of course, Ben was still giving it to me every day,
Monday through Friday, when he delivered our mail.  The mail
got put into our mailbox and the male got put into me. In
addition to all of this sex, my husband was incredibly randy
as well.  At the time, I thought it was because he was so
turned by the thought that I was probably letting Ben fuck
me.  I had no idea he also knew about Greg.

      When men have a great deal of sex, it wears them out
and eventually they lose interest.  It works in the opposite
direction for a woman.  The more I was fucked, the more I
seemed to want it.  By the middle of August, I was
effectively available to any man who had the interest and
the nerve to make the effort.

      Greg had made it a practice to come over around 8:00
AM after Gordon had left for work.  I was always dressed in
some hot outfit anticipating the arrival of my young, horny
stud.  One morning, early in August, he told me he was going
to baseball practice and that I was to accompany him.  I
don't particularly like baseball so I told him I'd see him
after practice.  He shook his head.  "No.  You're coming
with me.  I want Julio to see you." "Who's Julio?" I asked.
"He's a good friend of mine.  He's a junior." I smiled
knowingly.  "And you want to show off the married slut
you're fucking. Is that about it?" "Yeah.  He's really hot
to see you.  He says his cock stays hard all the time just
thinking about it." "And how many other guys have you told",
I asked. "Just him.  I didn't think you'd mind.  I know how
much you like it and Julio is really hung." I pretended to
be annoyed, but, in reality, the idea did excite me.

      That morning I watched baseball practice from the
stands, which were right on the edge of the practice field.
I sat on the fourth tier of the elevated seats in my
miniskirt, which I wore without panties at Greg's
insistence.  Most of the time, I kept my knees together so
as not to attract attention.  After 30 minutes, everyone
ignored me.  That is everyone except Greg and Julio.  When
Julio wasn't out in the field, he would stand near the seats
occasionally glancing up at me.  When I was sure no one else
except Greg was watching, I would open my legs and show it
to him.  Since his head was below me, he had no trouble
seeing everything.  The sight of my naked pussy would give
him a huge erection and several times he had to run onto the
field while trying to get it to subside.

      After practice ended, Greg drove the three of us back
to his house.  Julio had me in the back seat exploring my
body.  Before we were halfway there, I was lying on the seat
with my blouse open and both breasts exposed.  My mini was
up to my waist.  His mouth covered my nipples and his
fingers explored between my spread thighs.

By 10 AM, the two boys had me in the master bedroom of
Greg's house both giving it to me at the same time, one in
my mouth another in my pussy.  They took turns at each end.
To my utter delight, I found out that 16 and 17 year-old
guys can cum and then get a new erection in an incredibly
short time.  They were both so excited at having sex with an
older, married woman that they couldn't restrain their
ejaculations, but it didn't matter.  There were two of them
and within a few minutes of having cum in me, they would be
hard again.

After an hour, they had both exhausted themselves in my body
and I was purring with satisfaction.   I gave them both a
deep kiss and told them they were terrific lovers.  I just
barely had time to get home, bathe, dress and get ready for
Ben at 12:30.  He arrived at 12:35 and by 12:40, I was on
the couch with my high heels pointed straight at the ceiling
and Ben's thick organ buried in my cunt.

For the next two weeks, everyday was like that.  Usually,
Greg and Julio would have me in the morning and Ben after
lunch.  Sometimes, Julio would show up later in the
afternoon wanting to fuck me.  I didn't turn him down.  In
the evening, Gordon would be in me.

During the last week of August, Ben introduced me to Jerry.
He was another mailman.   I learned that they often shared
women on their routes.  Jerry told me about a blonde,
40-year old housewife on his route that he and Ben were
sharing.  Needless to say, Jerry fucked me that day while
Ben watched.  After he had cum in me, I cleaned his cock
with my mouth while Ben had me doggie style.  As soon as Ben
finished, Jerry wanted me again.  It was his first time in
me and he was too excited to stop with just one orgasm.  I
assumed the doggie position for him with my head on the bed,
my ass elevated at the edge of the bed and my knees spread
wide.  He stood on the floor, held my hips and put it into
my vagina.  I was so wet with my juices and their cum, he
sank into the hilt on the first stroke.  Ben kissed me
goodbye while Jerry was fucking me.  Ben left but Jerry
spent another hour petting and fucking me.


We left Albuquerque the first week in September, just before
the Labor Day weekend.  The day before we left, I had told
my husband about Greg and Julio and about Ben and Jerry.  He
confessed that he knew about Greg and Ben, but Julio and
Jerry were surprise.  He got hard and hot and we had an
intensely satisfying sex session that night.

The next day, Gordon I let my husband do all the work
loading the car and packing while I spent the morning saying
goodbye to Greg and Julio in our master bedroom.  It took
over two hours to complete our goodbyes.  By the time they
left at 11:30, my husband was stone hard and deliciously
horny for me.  He had to wait though because I had to say
goodbye to Ben at noon.  For once, he wasn't concerned about
being late to complete his route and our farewell required
almost two hours.  I'm sure Gordon was listening outside the
door most of the time.  At 4:00 PM, Jerry came over to say
goodbye.  He said goodbye to all my holes for over an hour.

At 6 PM, Gordon and I left Albuquerque.  I hadn't bathed and
was absolutely filled with semen.  My husband could smell
me.  At 8 PM, he couldn't stand it any longer.  We took a
room in a motel and he said "hello" to my pussy for the rest
of the night.

RLM
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