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My Wife: Expert Bridge Player and Semi-Pro Whore
by MuffDiver (h.landers1961@hotmail.com)
***
An unexpected event occurs in the life of duplicate
bridge players, Fred and his wife, Christy, that
awakens in Fred hidden sexual desires and fantasies
leading to the opening up of vast new vistas of sexual
experiences and erotic pleasures far beyond both Fred
and Christy's most private and secret wildest hopes and
dreams. (MFF, wife, voy, swing)
***
Hi Kristen,
I am one of your most devoted fans and a frequent and
steady visitor to your web site of erotic stories, The
Kristen Archives. I have often wished that I could do
something to show my gratitude for all the pleasure you
have given me. I considered contributing money or maybe
writing some stories myself. But I am not a wealthy man
and really can't afford to contribute money to the
maintenance of the archive, and until recently, my sex
life with my wife has been fairly routine and not worth
writing about. And besides I'm a klutz when it comes to
writing.
But recently a fantastic event occurred in the sex life
of my wife, Christy, and I that awakened in me desires
that I never knew I had which has opened up vast new
vistas of sexual experiences for Christy and I giving
us both more pleasure and satisfaction than either of
us ever imagined that we would ever experience.
So I decided to take the plunge and try to give
something back in sincere appreciation and gratitude
for all the pleasure you have given me and have
attempted to write about this event that has so
enriched our sexual lives hoping that some of your
readers will enjoy reading about it. Keep up the great
work babe.
MuffDiver
***
My wife, Christy, and I are duplicate bridge players
who enjoy going to duplicate bridge tournaments as
often as we can which are usually five or six day
affairs in big hotels that always attract hundreds of
players. She is an excellent bridge player with a well
established reputation as one of the finest players in
our region and she is regularly asked to partner with
many of the best known nationally recognized
professional players whenever they come to compete in
local and regional tournaments in our part of the
country.
Christy and I had been married for almost nine years
and for the first seven and a half to eight years we
had what I thought was a very normal but robust and
happy sex life together. But a little over a year ago
an event happened that developed in me a powerful
secret desire to watch Christy make mad, passionate
love to other men.
I don't mean to just passively lay back and get fucked
by another man, but to actually take an active lead in
fucking them and sucking their cocks and eating their
cum. We had been married for almost eight years when
this compulsion began. It happened when I accidentally
stumbled on my wife fucking and sucking the cock of a
fellow bridge playing friend who had been a guest at a
duplicate bridge party at our home one Friday night.
Among our circle of bridge playing close friends we
frequently have bridge parties at each others homes
that usually involve 12 to 16 people to make up 3 or 4
tables of bridge. A typical bridge party starts around
6:00 pm with cocktails, heavy hors d'oeuvres, and some
socializing before we settle down to starts playing
bridge around 7:00 pm.
We usually play a standard set of 28 to 32 deals (we
call them boards because each deal of four hands is
preserved in a board with slots for the four hands and
every pair gets to play each deal once). The game
consists of rounds where two pairs at a table will play
a set of four boards and then all the pairs move to a
different table in accordance with a movement schedule
to play the next set of different boards with a
different pair that they haven't yet played with.
This scenario continues for about seven or eight rounds
until every pair have played all the deals and one
round with every other pair. The boards are then scored
to see which pair got the best result on each deal, and
the results for each pair are tallied up to see who was
the overall winner for the evening.
It sounds very complicated but it really isn't and we
always have a good time. The whole thing takes about
three hours with lots of drinking going on between
rounds which takes about three to four hours. Then we
break up to talk about the interesting hands we just
played, maybe dance a little if some are so inclined,
drink even more, and generally just have a good time
until 1 or 2 am by which time most of us are pretty
well oiled with booze.
On this particular Friday evening the bridge party was
at our home and it had been a big success. The bridge
produced a lot of interesting hands that generated even
more lively discussion and lots of drinking. I had been
drinking Scotch shooters all night long and by midnight
I was pretty well blown away and Christy helped me up
to our bedroom.
In my drunken stupor I was clumsily trying to suck her
tits as she helped me to undress to get into bed and
the last thing I remember her saying to me as she
helped me to undress to get into bed was to gather my
second wind and not to dare beat my meat because she
would be back in a few minutes to give me a blow job
and fuck my brains out just as soon as she could usher
the last five or six hardcore bridge players out the
door to end the evening. But when my head hit the
pillow, I just passed out cold.
It was somewhere around 4 am when I woke up with a
raging hard-on needing to take a piss real bad and I
staggered out of bed still in a semi-drunken fog and
into the bathroom to take care of business oblivious to
the fact that Christy was not in bed with me. When I
finished pissing I felt this powerful thirst caused by
all the booze I had consumed during the party and
decided to go down to the kitchen to get a big glass of
ice cold water.
I left the bathroom and went into the hall to the head
of the stairs still not noticing that Christy was not
in our bed. The house was completely dark and quiet and
as I started down the stairs I heard this muffled moan
and grunting that seemed to come from our guest room at
the end of the hall.
I was still in a semi-drunken stupor and remember
thinking to myself, "That's strange. What could be
going on down there?" I went to investigate and noticed
that the door to the guest bedroom was about half open
and the room was bathed in a soft dim light that was
coming from the street lamp on the curb that was
immediately opposite the bedroom window whose blinds
must have been up.
I couldn't see the bed through the partially open door
because it was behind the door. But as I started to
reach for the door knob to push the door open, I could
see the bed in the reflection of the large mirror over
the dresser that was against the wall on the right side
of the bed. What I saw caused me to freeze dead in my
tracks.
Christy was completely nude straddled on top of some
man with his hard cock stuffed into her cunt and she
was humping up and down on that hard rod moaning and
whispering to him to hurry up and shoot his hot cum
into her pussy as she leaned over his body so that he
could suck on her tits. (That is one of her favorite
fucking positions. She loves for me to suck her tits
while she humps up and down on my cock.)
Christy was in the throes of ecstasy. I was stunned by
what I was witnessing and my eyes were frozen on that
mirror as I was mesmerized by the site of my wife
fucking that man's brains out while he sucked on her
tits. My head was full of a jumble of confusing
thoughts as I stood there transfixed watching and
listening to her as she was softly saying to him,
"C'mon Stan baby. Shoot me full of that sweet, hot,
love juice of yours. I want it to fill my insides and
taste it on my tongue. Your monster cock is magnificent
baby. It's stretching my cunt like it's never been
stretched before. Shove it in hard and deep baby and
fill me up with your sweet cock sauce. Oh God it feels
so good! I'm starting to come again baby... Oh God, Oh
God, Oh God... I'm cumming baby! I can feel your cock
swelling. Shoot it to me! Shoot it to meee!
Stan broke his lip lock on Christy's right tit and
exclaimed, "Here it comes baby! I'm cumming doll, I'm
cumminng!" He grunted and shoved deeply four or five
times, "Ugggghhhh!" And emptied his load of hot cum
into my wife's cunt and then said, "Oh my God Christy,
that was great... you are one fantastic world class
fuck baby! But I'm afraid that I'm all fucked out
angel."
(Stan Bartlett was from Chicago and he was one of the
better known professional duplicate bridge experts in
our region. He was in town to play in our local unit's
annual 3-day club championship tournament which had
ended earlier on that Friday afternoon. Christy was on
his team for the Flight A Knockouts and they had swept
the field and won the championship. Christy had been
pumped up all evening basking in the glow of their
victory, but I never suspected that she was so high as
to want to fuck Stan.)
Anyway, as I watched and listened to her performing
like an accomplished whore, I knew that I should be
enraged and should be confronting the two of them and
beating the hell out of Stan. But I couldn't make
myself move because I also knew that the sight of my
wife fucking Stan was the most erotic thing I had ever
seen. Without being aware of it, I had generated a
tremendous hard-on and had been standing there
unconsciously holding that hard-on while watching her
fuck Stan.
When Christy hit the peak of her massive orgasm, I was
so filled with erotic lust that before I knew what was
happening the cum rushed up out of my balls and raced
down my cock spewing out all over the bedroom rug in
five massive spurts of hot cum in the most intense
orgasm I think I have ever experienced. But they were
both so deeply into their own sexual ecstasy that they
didn't notice or hear a thing.
And now I was hoping that she would continue fucking
him as soon as they got their strength back. My God, I
thought to myself, the sight of Christy fucking another
man turned me on more than anything had ever done
before. I wanted her to do it again!!, or at least
watch her suck his cock until he came in her mouth and
she swallowed his cum.
But at the same time, I didn't want Christy to know how
much I was turned-on by watching her fuck Stan. I was
afraid she would think of me as a weak man who was
either a coward afraid to defend what was his or else
some sort of weird sexual pervert who took pleasure in
watching his wife fuck and suck other men like a common
whore.
While all these thoughts were racing through my head,
Christy was laying on top of Stan's stomach and chest
with his cock still stuffed up into her cunt recovering
from her massive orgasm, and she was telling him how
much she loved being fucked by him. She said that it
was better than making a grand slam because he gave her
the best orgasms she had ever had with just his cock in
her cunt and that she rarely was ever able to reach
orgasm when I fucked her with my small cock, and she
would usually have to finish herself off by hand or ask
me to finger fuck her because she knew I didn't like to
eat a pussy full of cum.
Then almost as if she was telepathic and could read my
thoughts as I was silently willing her to fuck him
again, she began to stir and scooted her body down to
take his now semi-hard cock into her mouth and started
sucking on it. Stan moaned and said,
"God Christy, that feels wonderful, but it's too soon
doll. After that first massive cum eating blow job and
the other blow jobs, hand jobs and great fucks that you
gave me, my balls are exhausted and it's going to take
more than just a little while before they can generate
another big load of cum. Besides, it's getting really
late and I don't want Fred to wake up and catch us
because I want us to be able to get together again many
times. You are without a doubt the best cock-sucking,
cum eating, piece of ass that I have ever had and I
don't want anything to queer it now."
Christy replied, "Boy Stan, you really know how to
sweet talk a woman don't you. I've never before had
anyone tell me that I was the 'best cock-sucking, cum
eating, piece of ass they ever had in just that way,
and I think I probably should be offended, but I'm not.
I'm really very happy because I know that I really am
the best, and I'm ecstatic that you think that about
me. Now be quiet. I'm not trying to give you another
blow-job. I know it's too soon. All I want to do is to
suck out all the remaining cum in your cock's piss tube
to taste it again. I love the taste of your delicious
cock sauce baby, and I don't want to waste a drop of
it.
And as for Fred, don't worry about him. He was so
completely drunk when he passed out that I doubt if he
will be stirring before 10 o'clock in the morning, and
what he doesn't know about won't hurt him. I won't tell
him if you won't." And she then resumed sucking on his
cock and savoring the cum that was still leaking out of
it.
Finally, when she had sucked Stan's cock completely
dry, she said to him,
"OK, baby. You're cock sauce well is completely dry now
so I'll give you a break and call it a night. I know
you're right about not taking any more chances on
getting caught. And I too certainly don't want anything
to get in the way of my being able to get together with
you again as often as you want me. I want to be fucked
by you as often as possible. You have the most
magnificent huge cock that
I have ever experienced, certainly a whole lot bigger
and better than Fred's. His is not too bad mind you.
But it's just barely adequate most of the time.
Fred's cock really pales in comparison to your
magnificent weapon and I'm really looking forward to
sucking up its delicious, hot, cock sauce and being
fucked by it many more times. Now you have my cell
phone number, so give me a call real soon baby so we
can coordinate on tournaments and such. OK?
Stan replied, "You got it doll. You'll be hearing from
me soon. You're the hottest thing I have ever been
with. I love your enthusiastic appetite for pure raw
sex in all its forms. I especially love the taste of
your cunt and cunt juice. You've got the sweetest
tasting cunt I have ever eaten. Christy giggled, "I'm
glad you like it baby. You can thank Fred for that. He
likes me to oil up my pussy with some flavored cunt oil
before he eats it. I had already oiled up my cunt
expecting Fred to eat me before I fucked him last
night, but he was passed out dead drunk when we came up
last night.
"I'm surprised you didn't recognize the strawberry
flavor. He has several different flavors for variety.
He likes to say that just like a good tasting salad can
be improved into a great tasting salad with the right
salad dressing, so can a good tasting cunt become a
great tasting cunt when it's dressed with the right
flavored cunt oil. I think it's kind of cute and I
don't mind accommodating him if it means that I will
get my cunt sucked and eaten more often."
Stan replied, "Interesting guy your Fred. I'll have to
get to know him better. I like the way he thinks. But
anyway you're a dream come true, and I'll be calling
you soon to see when we can meet again to play and I
mean both bridge and with each other. Good night doll."
As Christy began to move to get up, I came out of my
trance like state and quickly scooted back to our room
and jumped into bed. Then when Christy came into our
bedroom, I pretended to be in a deep sleep and she
quietly slipped into her side of the bed still nude,
and lay quietly on her back not moving as if she was
trying to detect any movement on my part.
After about five minutes I could detect some slight
motion from her side of the bed and chanced cracking
the eye lid of my eye closest to her and watched out of
the narrowest slit opening quietly taking the fingers
of her right hand and inserting them into her cunt to
scoop up Stan's cum that was still draining down from
deep in her cunt where he had dumped his massive loads
of cum, and then was sucking it off her fingers into
her mouth.
I almost lost it then, and felt like jumping over on
top of her and shoving my cock into her mouth and
shouting, "Do you want some hot cum bitch?? Suck on
this you whoring slut and I'll shoot you a big fresh
load of tasty hot cock sauce down your throat!!" But I
didn't. It took all my will power, but I continued to
feign being asleep because I wanted a lot more time to
decide how I was going to react to this turn of events.
Eventually exhaustion took over and both Christy and I
fell off into deep sleeps.
At about 9 o'clock I was having an erotic dream that a
beautiful, well stacked, young woman was softly
stroking and sucking on my cock when I slowly became
aware that it was not a dream and opened my eyes to see
Christy giving me a blow job. She was lying on her side
with her left hand around the base of my cock, her
right hand gently caressing and lightly massaging my
balls, and my hard cock in her mouth sucking on it and
swirling her tongue all around the head.
I involuntarily groaned with pleasure causing her to
look up at me and I sleepily said, "What are you doing
Christy?" She stopped sucking for a minute and smiled
at me and said, "Now what does it look like I'm doing
silly? I'm giving you a wake-up blow job. I'm really
horny baby. Don't you remember when I helped you up to
bed last night? I told you I would be right back to
give you a cum eating blow job and fuck your brains
out. And when I returned a little while later I was
devastated with disappointment to find you completely
passed out cold. I tried to revive you by sucking on
your cock, but you were so far gone that it wouldn't
even get hard."
Then she giggled a little and said, "That was actually
fun sucking on your completely limp dick. It was so
soft and wriggled around like a little worm in my mouth
as I pushed it around with my tongue. I'd like to try
that again sometime soon. But that's not what I wanted
right then. Winning the knockouts with Stan gave me a
real rush and I was so high and horny that all I wanted
to do was to taste your hot cock sauce and then get
royally fucked by you. But with you passed out drunk
all I got was hornier. Now be quiet and just lay back
and enjoy letting me finish sucking you off. I'm really
hungry for your cock sauce- unless of course you'd like
to suck on my cunt at the same time?"
I replied, "No, that's OK honey, I'll save that delight
for a little later." I knew her cunt was still full of
Stan's cum which was now at least four or five hours
old and stale, and I didn't relish the idea of sucking
it out of her cunt.
(I really do love to eat pussy and suck out cunts full
of fresh cunt juice but I draw the line at eating cunts
full of some other man's cum, or even my own cum for
that matter. That really turns me off. Christy has
known this about me for our entire married life. She
knows that if she wants me to eat her pussy, she has to
orchestrate things so that I can do it before fucking
her and filling up her cunt with cum.
She, on the other hand, has no compunction about eating
her own cunt juice and loves to suck my cock right
after I've fucked her and my cock is still slick with
her cunt juices. While I didn't know it for sure, I
suspected that at some time in her life before we met
and married that she probably had some hot lesbian
experiences involving eating other women's pussies.)
Christy said, "That's cool darling. After I've eaten
your delicious load, I'll go into the bathroom and
freshen up a bit while you regenerate some more cum and
a good hard-on and then we'll really get it on and I'm
going to fuck your brains out. How's that for a plan?"
I said, "That sounds like a perfect plan babe." And
Christy continued sucking on my cock until I finally
came after a few minutes shooting five big loads of hot
cum into her mouth and down her throat. She continued
sucking and swallowing my cum until there wasn't a drop
left in my cock when she finally came up for air and
exclaimed, "Wow!! That was quite a load and very tasty
too. I just love the taste and texture of your velvety
smooth cock sauce. Now you just relax while I go brush
my teeth and freshen up a bit and I'll be right back.
And when I return this time, I expect to see a hard
cock standing at attention."
I said, "OK, honey. Don't forget to put some of that
'smell good-taste good' on your pussy for me. Some of
the strawberry flavored stuff would be perfect." She
chuckled and said, "Oh boy, I like the sound of that! I
already put some on last night when I thought I was
going to get to fuck you. I was hoping you would want
to eat my cunt first, but I'll freshen it up now with
some more," as she started to get out of bed to head
for the bathroom.
I was admiring her slender hour-glass figure sitting on
long, trim legs topped by a slightly protruding pussy
mound framed by two luscious outer pussy lips and
topped out by well formed 38C tits as she stood up and
stretched, when she said,
"Oh, by the way. In case you hear any noise coming from
the other end of the hall, Stan Bartlett stayed the
night in the guest room. When I went down last night to
shoo the stragglers home, it was obvious that he was in
no shape to drive. He was so drunk he could hardly
stand without falling down, so I suggested he just
sleep it off in our guest room. He probably won't be up
and about for hours yet." Then she turned and went into
the bathroom.
So now I knew what her story was going to be. I laid
there in the bed while she was in the bathroom trying
to sort out all the conflicting thoughts and emotions
in my head. Part of me wanted to punish her severely in
some way for cheating on me behind my back with such
indifferent, brazen, and arrogant contempt for me in my
own home and belittling me with another man by telling
him that my cock was not enough to satisfy her and how
much of a better lover he was compared to me. But part
of me was also inflamed with an overwhelming erotic
desire for her to fuck and suck another man and eat his
hot cum while I watched her perform like a slutty
whore.
I was toying with the idea of suggesting to her when
she came out of the bathroom to fuck me, that maybe it
would be more exciting for her to go down the hall and
wake up Stan with a blow job and then fuck his brains
out while I watched and jacked off. But I was afraid
that she would be so revolted at a husband who wanted
to beat his meat while he watched his wife fuck and
suck off other men, that I would end up losing her.
For sure I didn't want that to happen in spite of my
anger and hurt, because no matter who else she fucked
and sucked, as Stan had said earlier, she was still the
best cock-sucking, cum eating, piece of ass that I had
ever had as well. I could certainly agree with Stan
Bartlett on that score for sure, and I knew that
whatever else happened, I didn't want to lose her.
So there I was lying in the bed trying to decide what
to do when after about 10 minutes she came through the
bathroom door and slowly ambled over to the bed while
she massaged her pussy lips with one hand and tweaked
her nipples with the other. Her pussy and cunt were
already glistening with fresh pussy juice which she was
licking off her fingers. She was whispering in a low
husky voice, "I'm ready for you baby. That was the best
tasting load of cock sauce you ever shot into my mouth
and I can feel it still coating my insides all over.
It's got me hot, hot, hot for your cock."
I had to hand it to her. She really knew how to turn a
man on when she wanted to. Ordinarily I would have had
my face buried in her pussy by now sucking out her cunt
and licking up her pussy juices. But this time it
wasn't working. As she started to pull the sheet down
off my body to expose my still limp cock and balls, I
don't know what came over me, it was like I was on
automatic pilot and I couldn't stop myself as I looked
at her straight in the eyes and heard my self blurting
out,
"Really baby? Do you really like my cum all that much?
I thought I heard you earlier last night telling Stan
how much better tasting his thick cum was than my cum
and how much bigger his cock was than mine while you
were riding up and down on that stiff cock with it
stuffed deep into your cunt begging him to shoot his
cum in to your cunt? So why don't you tell me again how
much you love the taste of my cum. Or better yet, put
those whore's skills of yours to really good use and
suck me off again . You have always been a much better
cock-sucker than a slutty fuck."
Christy froze like a deer in the headlights with a look
of confusion and fear in her eyes as she stammered,
"Wh-what are you t-talking about honey? You must have
been having a d-delusional dream sparked by all that
Scotch you drank last night." I knew I had completely
blind-sided her because she was stuttering just like
she always did when she got confronted with something
she thought was a secret.
"Give it up Christy," I said. "I watched you, you
whoring bitch! I stood there in that doorway behind the
partially open door and saw you in the reflection of
the dresser mirror on the bed straddling Stan's body
with his cock shoved deep into your cunt and watched
and listened to you fuck him while he sucked on your
tits.
"You were riding up and down on his cock and begging
him to fill your cunt with his delicious hot cock sauce
and telling him how much you loved his monster cock
filling up your cunt better than my small tool had ever
done. And then after he had dumped his load of cum in
your cunt you shoved that cock into your mouth to suck
out and eat all the residual cum still in his piss hole
telling him how much you loved the taste and texture of
his sweet cock sauce.
"None of that was a drunken delusional dream you
whoring slut! So don't even think about trying to sell
that fairy tale. I heard you tell him how much you
wanted to fuck and suck him often again and again and
gave him your cell phone number. You told him that I
was passed out drunk and what I didn't know wouldn't
hurt me.
"Well, you miscalculated you slut bitch. You didn't
count on me waking up needing to take a piss.
Afterwards I was thirsty and started down the stairs to
the kitchen to get some ice cold water when I heard
your moans of ecstasy coming from the guest room and
went to investigate. That's when I saw you fucking the
bastard with all the energy and expertise of a
professional whore.
"It hurt me a lot Christy to see you performing on
another man like an accomplished whore, but what really
hurt me the most was how you made fun of my cock and
told him how inadequate I was in bed and couldn't
satisfy you like he did. I now know what you really
think of me you whore. I thought you really loved me,
but now I know you just told me what you knew I wanted
to hear just like a good whore does when she wants her
johns to keep coming back for her services.
"I bet you really were a whore at some time before I
met you. You were a whore, weren't you Christy? I hope
you were paid well, because I admit that you really do
know how to fuck and suck a hard cock. Prior experience
as a whore would explain how you acquired that kind of
talent.
"How many other men have you fucked and sucked since
we've been married? And how many of them have been good
friends of ours that are now laughing at me behind my
back? You're performance with Stan last night was just
too good to have been just a first time isolated
event."
All through my diatribe, Christy was sitting on the bed
next to me quietly sobbing with tears rolling down her
face. When I paused she spoke softly and said, "Oh God
darling, I'm so sorry, so sorry. I do love you baby and
I never meant to hurt you.
It was the booze and the excitement of winning the Club
tournament, and it just happened. I didn't plan it and
there has never ever been anyone else since we married
until this stupid mistake last night. I have never been
a whore baby, but I wasn't a virgin either when we
married- and you know that.
I was as high and horny as I have ever been last night
when I helped you to bed. And when I went down to get
rid of the rest of the drunks and told them they had to
leave, they began joking and laughing and wanted to
know why I was trying to get rid of them so fast, and
so I joked back and said it was because I was horny as
hell and couldn't wait to get back upstairs to jump
your bones before you fell asleep. They all got a big
laugh out of that and said that was a very good reason
and wished me luck as they quickly filed out to leave.
All except Stan who was acting falling down drunk.
When the door closed I thought to myself that he can't
drive like that so I told him he could sleep it off in
the guest room. He was staggering so bad that I put his
arm around my shoulder to help him up the stairs and as
we started for the staircase he began fondling my tits
with his free hand and asking me to let him satisfy my
need for a hot cock. Well I was drunk too and I just
wanted to quickly get him upstairs and into bed so I
could have you fuck my brains out, and so I let him
have his fun thinking that he was just a drunk copping
a harmless feel.
But on the way up the stairs he moved his hand down to
my pussy and began massaging it, and God help me, in my
horny, drunken state, it felt really good and I let him
continue as we moved on to the guest room. When I
finally got him to the bed he reached out for my hand
and put it on his crotch where I felt the biggest
hardest cock that I have ever felt- and you knew I
wasn't a virgin when we married.
Anyway, I told him thanks for the offer but that I had
something waiting for me that was better than anything
he could ever hope to offer me and told him to sleep it
off and left for our bedroom and quickly stripped naked
to jump your body. But by then you were out cold, and I
really did try to revive you by sucking on your cock,
but it was no use as you were dead to the world.
But I was so drunk, horny, hot with sexual lust, and
frustrated by then, that I couldn't think straight or
help myself. I couldn't stop thinking about Stan's huge
hard cock that I had just felt. So I thought that
moving around might help dampen my fires of passion and
I decided to get up and go check on Stan to see if he
needed a blanket or anything.
I slipped on a teddy and went to his room and as I
walked in I asked him if I could get him anything like
a blanket or a pillow and then I saw him laid out naked
in the bed with the biggest hard cock I have ever seen
sticking straight up in the air. He grinned at me and
said he didn't need any blankets but would be forever
grateful if I could think of some way to help him get
rid of that hard-on so he could get some sleep.
I felt this overwhelming compulsion to feel that
monster tool and moved to it as in a trance and put my
hand on it to feel it throbbing and the next thing I
knew I was sucking on it for all I was worth and then
before I realized what I was doing he had an orgasm,
shooting a really massive load of cum down my throat.
Then before his cock started to wilt and get soft he
pulled me down onto my back, got on top of me and
spread my legs, and rammed his hard cock all the way
into my cunt and I guess I just lost it and let him
fuck me until I had a powerful orgasm.
After that it just became a blur of sexual frenzy. Stan
went down on my cunt sucking it dry and drove me to so
many orgasms that I lost count, then he fucked me again
doggie style but didn't cum in me but waited until I
had another big orgasm and then pulled out of my cunt
and shoved his cock in my mouth again and shot his load
down my throat for a second time.
It turned out that he wasn't nearly as drunk as he had
been acting because over the next hour or two he
displayed amazing lasting power. I'm certain now that
when he heard me joke to the rest of the folks about
how horny I was, he saw his chance to maybe knock off a
sweet piece of ass and put on his falling down drunk
act and caught me at my most vulnerable state of being
extremely horny and very drunk.
Anyway, after the doggie fuck I jacked him off, he
finger fucked me, ate out my cunt again, I sucked on
his balls, he gave me another missionary fuck and shot
another load of cum into my cunt, then he suckled my
tits and finger fucked me again while I gave him a
second hand job, he returned the favor by tonguing out
my cunt again and we finally finished up with me riding
his cock for another fuck and load of cum while he
sucked on my tits which I guess is what you saw.
I didn't mean any of those things you heard me say to
him. I was just caught up in the sexual frenzy of the
moment and just babbled away saying things that I knew
he would want to hear and keep him excited and turned
on. There is nothing I can say that will make this
horrible mistake right. I love you with all my heart
and soul darling.
I know that I have hurt you terribly and I beg you to
give me a chance to make it up to you. We have had a
wonderful marriage with lots of love and respect for
each other and an absolutely fantastic sex life up to
now. You have to know that I didn't really believe all
of those things I said to him. I was just stupidly
stroking his ego trying to keep his cock hard for as
long as I could.
Please, please believe me when I tell you that I really
do love and respect you more than ever. You are the
best thing that has ever happened to me in my life and
I will do anything to keep you. Please give me a chance
to prove it to you. I can promise that it will never
happen again with anyone. You are the love of my life
and all the man I could ever want or need. Please,
please forgive me my darling."
Towards the end of her speech her hand had moved down
onto my cock and she began to softly massage it trying
to get it hard, but I was bound and determined not to
let her succeed and through sheer will power resisted
the almost overwhelming urge to allow a hard-on to
develop.
I really did wanted to fuck her in the worst way, but
at the same time I didn't want to fuck her either, and
thereby give her a reason to think that everything was
ok and I had forgiven her. I knew down deep in my heart
that I was going to eventually forgive her, but I
wanted her to squirm and worry, and suffer for a period
of time before I did. So when she finished her
explanation I took her hand and removed it from my cock
and said,
"That's not going to work this time Christy. My God,
you bitching whore, do you really think that I feel
like fucking you right now at this moment? I freely
admit that I'd still rather fuck you than anybody else
that I could ever imagine. I'm sure that I could fuck a
different woman every day for the next 20 years and
would never find anyone that could even come close to
comparing to you.
But this isn't all about sex and fucking, Christy. It's
about trust, commitment, love and respect. How do I
know I can trust you? How do I know that you won't jump
into the sack with the next well hung man you run
across and tell him how much better a lover he is with
his big powerful cock compared to my pitiful inadequate
attempts with my little prick that never satisfies you,
or make a date with Stan and his monster cock that
turned you on so much to fuck and suck him again and
again?
I really do wonder how long you have been fucking other
men behind my back telling them about how I can't
satisfy you and how many of them are our friends that
are laughing at me behind my back?
No, Christy! I don't buy this idea that you were in an
alcoholic daze exacerbated by uncontrollable sexual
lust and didn't know what you were doing. You didn't
sound like you were in any so-called sexual frenzy at
the end last night when you two were calmly discussing
how much you wanted to fuck each other again and again
and you made sure he had your cell number and made him
promise to call you to coordinate on duplicate bridge
tournaments where you would have a ready made
opportunity to sleep with each other.
So just don't press me right now to think about
forgiveness, OK? I need some time to sort all of this
out and how I feel about things going forward. Maybe
I'll get over it and we can put it behind us and maybe
I won't and it won't work out. We'll just have to wait
and see and give it some time. Now, I'm as hungry as I
can be and I'm going down to the kitchen to fix myself
something to eat."
I had slipped on my trousers and undershirt while I was
talking and as I started toward the bedroom door, I
stopped and turned to look at her and asked her, "Tell
me truly Christy, are you still really actually horny
right now?"
Her head snapped up and she looked at me with eagerness
and replied, "I know it's hard to believe darling, but
I can't lie to you. Yes, I'm so damned horny for your
body at this moment, that it's all I can do to restrain
myself from putting my hands all over your smooth skin
and begging you to fuck me hard and deep. I can't help
it. I want your cock in me baby."
I shook my head in amazement and said, "Well I'm not up
for it right now Christy. This has really been a shock
for me and I'm still sorting out my feelings. But
look..." and I hesitated and paused searching for the
right words and finally continued, "I guess down deep
in my gut the truth is I don't really care that you
ended up in bed last night with Stan. I guess what
really hurt me to the quick more than anything else was
listening to you make fun of me as an inadequate lover
and telling him all those demeaning things about me
while he had his cock in your cunt. I know we were all
really drunk last night and maybe none of it would have
happened if it wasn't for the booze. I just don't know.
All I know is that I just need some time to sort it all
out. So listen very carefully to me now Christy."
She gave me her rapt attention and I said, "If you
really are as horny as you say you are and, I must say,
as horny as you look right now, then if you want to go
down the hall and crawl into bed with Stan and let him
fuck you some more, it's all right with me- provided
you don't humiliate me anymore by telling him lies
about how inadequate I am, and-- this is important--
don't tell him that I know you're fucking him or that I
said it was ok. Just let him think that I'm still
asleep and totally in the dark about all of this.
So if you would like to do that Christy, it's really ok
with me and I'll just go down to the all night diner on
the corner of 3rd and Forest and get some coffee and
breakfast and read the paper for a couple of hours to
give you two time to get it on and fuck and suck each
other some more, and for Stan to leave after he is
finished with you before I get back. I won't come back
until I see his rental car is gone. It's up to you
baby.
"After all, it's just all about having pure sex with
great orgasms isn't it? It's not like you're madly in
love with the guy or anything like that, is it? I
really won't mind baby as long as you don't talk any
more trash about me to pump up his ego. So you decide."
Her reaction was priceless as her eyes popped open wide
and her mouth dropped open in sheer amazement. She was
speechless for about 15 seconds when finally she
forcefully exclaimed with vigor, "Absolutely not!!! No
fucking way!!!" And she jumped out of bed and put on
her panties and bra that were laying on the floor and
grabbed a robe out of her closet and said forcefully,
"I meant what I said dammit! Never again! And don't you
worry about me. I'll get over being horny and I know
how to finger fuck myself when I need to, and I'll wait
until you feel ready to make me a whole woman again for
as long as it takes. Now let's go downstairs so I can
cook you some breakfast."
That night took place almost a year and a half ago, and
the reality at the time that I made the offer to
Christy to go climb back into that bed with Stan so he
could fuck her and she could suck his cock and eat his
cum some more was that I desperately wanted her to
accept so I could quietly lurk outside the door again
and watch her in the mirror fucking and sucking him
again instead of going to the diner. But I was afraid
to tell Christy how erotic and turned on I got watching
her fuck and suck off another man for fear that it
would disgust and repulse her to find out what a real
pervert I was and she would despise me and leave me.
Christy, on the other hand, as I found out much later,
really did want to go back and have another round with
Stan because she really did crave the taste of his cum
and his huge cock stretching her cunt, but she was
afraid to say yes because she thought I was just
testing the promise that she just made that she would
never again fuck any other man but me.
Well, we're still together and things are again about
as "normal" as they can be between us. In fact, life
for us is even more satisfying and exciting than it
ever was before she fucked Stan that night. But it
wasn't easy getting to where we are now. The irony of
it all is that if we had both just opened up and had
been completely honest with each other about how we
both felt at the time, we could have saved a lot of
time and stress and enjoyed a heap of really fantastic
sex. Now we look back on those events and just laugh
about them.
But I'm getting a little ahead of my story now.
Over the next six months after that night, Christy
really worked hard to be very loving and solicitous of
my every need. She became more sexually aggressive than
she had ever been before, and I received more blow jobs
and fucks during that period than I had ever got before
in any other six month period of our marriage.
And I for my part worked hard to be polite, friendly,
and courteous with her in turn, but I just couldn't
bring myself to be sexually aggressive. We both were
acting toward each other sort of like we were walking
on "broken glass." It wasn't normal behavior for either
of us and we both knew it.
We had always been very gregarious and touching toward
each other frequently engaging in little playful games
that often turned into impromptu fucking, or cock
sucking, or pussy eating wherever we happened to be at
the moment as on the carpet in our entrance foyer or on
the table in the kitchen, and on one memorable Sunday
afternoon a couple of months before that Friday night
bridge party, on our patio lounge chair by our swimming
pool when we knew that our backyard neighbor, Steve
Naylor, was "spying" on us from a second floor window
of his house.
That really turned Christy on and she gave Steve a real
"world class" performance of cock-sucking and fucking
and I wasn't too bad with my cunt sucking performance
either. Christy is positive that he was beating-off
while he watched us because she thought she could see
his right shoulder moving back and forth in a regular
motion.
Looking back on that episode now, I'm surprised that I
didn't notice how turned on Christy got when she
realized that another man was watching her fucking me
and sucking my cock and eating my cum. As I remember
now when she sucked me off, she let some of my cum
spray out onto to her face so that Steve could be
certain that she was eating my cum. That was not like
her usual habit of always trying to swallow my whole
load without letting any of it escape her mouth. It's
obvious now that she was purposely trying to turn him
on.
A couple of weeks later at a neighborhood Saturday
afternoon barbecue I watched her approach Steve and his
wife, Betty, and while they were chatting, she touched
his right arm and looked him straight in the eye with a
playful smile and knowing look and innocently asked
him, "How is your right arm and shoulder doing Steve? I
heard a rumor that you strained or bruised it with too
much exercise a few weeks ago."
She really caught him flat-footed as he instantly
blushed all over because he knew that Christy had seen
him watching us and knew he had been beating off and he
mumbled a lame reply, 'oh it's fine now', and shuffled
his feet in embarrassment. And she said, "Well, a
little regular exercise is always good for the soul,
and the body too for sure, especially the body. But
just remember sweetie, everything in moderation. Don't
over-do it. That's the ticket. Isn't that right Betty?"
Betty gave Steve a funny look and said, "You didn't
tell me anything about hurting your arm Steve. How did
that happen?" And before Steve could answer Christy
said, "Well I'm just as hot as I can be. I think I'll
take a little dip to cool off. Talk to you all later."
And she moved off to take a dip in the pool while Steve
stared at her swaying, tight, shapely, ass while trying
to think of a plausible answer for Betty. I remember
thinking to myself that Steve was really hot for
Christy's cunt and that Christy was really a first
class little prick tease, a side of her that I had
never seen before.
Anyway, things were just too polite and correct between
us and the sexual tension was becoming overbearing to
continue much longer. Both of us had never before been
bashful or reluctant to initiate sex activities
whenever we felt the need. But after that Friday night
I had pretty much stopped being an initiator of sex and
any fucking and sucking we engaged in only happened
whenever Christy started something.
For the first six months or so I think she accepted
this state of affairs as a sort of penance for her
adultery. But the longer it continued the more
frustrated I knew she was getting and I knew the
situation couldn't last forever.
Then, in February I forgot all about Valentines Day. It
wasn't intentional. V day had always been a special day
for us, but I was just so preoccupied with worry over
what was happening to our marriage that I simply failed
to notice what day it was.
That night as we were laying in bed I heard Christy
softly crying to herself and I foolishly asked her what
was wrong without thinking about it first. I say
foolishly, because if I had just given it an ounce of
thought, I'm sure I would have realized why she was
crying.
She said, "How long am I going to be punished for my
stupid mistake darling? It's been nine months now and I
can't bear it that you don't touch me anymore." I
replied, "What do you mean never touch you anymore?
Didn't we just make love the night before last when you
were feeling horny? I don't understand Christy."
She said, "That's right we fucked all right, but only
because I wanted to. Did you forget this was Valentines
Day? Every Valentines Day since we married you've
always surprised me with some outlandish new way of
ravishing my body and making mad, passionate love to
me. I was hoping against hope that you would want me
that way again, especially today. When it became clear
that you don't anymore, the disappointment just
overwhelmed me.
I love you truly darling and I can't bear it that you
don't love me anymore. Yes, I know we still fuck from
time to time but only when I start it. You haven't
initiated any sex with me since that Friday night and I
don't think I can stand you not wanting me anymore."
She continued crying softly and my heart just went out
to her. I couldn't stand to see her so heartbroken and
I knew that I had to end this state of tension between
us or it would destroy our marriage. So I reached over
and pulled her in close to me and cuddled her body up
against mine in my arms and I said,
"It's not you Christy. Please don't cry angel. The last
thing I want in this world is to hurt you. I do love
you...... more than I ever did before. And I know you
love me too. But I'm scared Christy and I don't know
what to do about it.
That night I watched you fucking and sucking Stan made
me aware of things about myself that I had never been
aware of before. Things that I have been dying to share
with you but terrified that they would disgust you if
you knew about them and I would lose you forever. I
have been so screwed up inside my head for these last
nine months that I seemed to have lost my sex drive or
at least my ability to be spontaneous and aggressive in
our love making for fear that I will let something slip
out in the throes of sexual passion. I haven't been
punishing you baby. I've been terrified of losing you."
"Oh, sweetheart." She said, "Don't you know that you
could never lose me. I love you with all my heart and
soul and there is nothing- absolutely nothing that you
can't tell me. Now let's clear the air right now! You
aren't a secret serial rapist are you?" I gasped and
replied, "Oh God no baby. It's nothing like that." Then
Christy said, "Well that's a relief, because I admit if
you were a serial rapist that I might have had a little
trouble dealing with that, but don't worry I could have
handled even that. Now you're going to tell me all
about it darling. What is this terrible thing that has
come between us like an iron wall."
I thought to myself that I knew that this moment had to
come sooner or later, and even though I was terrified
of what the effect of what I was about to say to her
might be, I took in a deep breath and began to bear my
soul, "Well angel, ever since that night that I saw you
fucking Stan I began having these intense and obsessive
compulsions of wanting to watch you service other men,
that is, to watch you fuck them, suck their cocks and
eat their cum. The sight of you fucking and sucking
Stan with such passionate wild abandon was the most
erotic thing I had ever seen and it turned me on with
such intensity that I had the most powerful orgasm I
have ever had myself as you reached the peak of your
own orgasm with Stan.
"I was standing there transfixed at the sight of you
riding his cock with your back arched and head thrown
back and your magnificent tits with their hard nipples
jiggling to the rhythm of your humping, and begging him
to fill your cunt with his hot cum when my cock got
instantly hard. The vision of you pumping your cunt up
and down on his massive cock with your back arched and
head thrown back and moaning in ecstasy while you
cupped and massaged your tits and nipples in your hands
was the most powerfully sexually erotic picture of pure
sexual bliss than I could ever imagine.
"I was so completely mesmerized by that erotic vision
of you, riding up and down on Stan's cock with your
cunt that I didn't even realize that I had reached down
and was holding my hard cock in my hand. Then at the
same time when your orgasm started to build, the cum
started boiling up out of my balls and I could feel it
shooting up into my cock, and as you reached the peak
of you orgasm, it came racing down my cock and shot out
in a huge spray all over the bedroom rug."
Christy interrupted and said, "That's right! I remember
now when I got out of Stan's bed I remember stepping
into a mess of sticky fluid that was all over the
carpet by the bed. That must have been your cum that I
stepped in, but at the time I just thought it was some
of Stan's cum that had accidentally sprayed out on the
carpet from one of the many orgasms that I gave him
that night.
I remember thinking that it was probably from one of
the hand jobs I gave him, and was most likely the one
where I had my head down between his legs licking the
area between his ass and balls and sucking on his balls
while I was jacking him off and wasn't very careful
about where his cock was aiming when he started
shooting off his wads of cum."
I continued with my confession, "Anyway, that was one
of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. It made my
knees buckle and I almost fell down, and I wasn't even
beating-off! I was just standing there holding my cock
and it just erupted in a huge orgasm driven by the
intensely erotic vision of you fucking Stan. I realized
then that I loved watching you fuck Stan and I was
hoping that you were going to fuck him again.
"But when you started sucking his cock and eating his
cum instead, that's when I really knew that I was
hooked on watching you have sex with other men and
doing really depraved things to them. But I wasn't
ready to admit that reality to myself yet, much less to
you or anyone else, because it seemed to me to be so
abnormal and perverted that it would revolt you and
drive you away from me.
"So I pretended to be hurt and angry and called you
terrible names like bitch, whore, and slut and accused
you of having been a real whore not only as a
smokescreen to hide from you my real desire to see you
fuck other men, but also as much as in anger and shame
at myself for having those kinds of feelings about you.
Ever since that instant I have been afraid to let
myself go and surrender myself to our sexual passion
when we were making love because I was afraid that I
would blurt out my perverted obsession in the heat of
passion.
"That's all of it Christy. The truth is the events of
that night awakened in me a raging compulsion to want
you to fuck and suck other men while I watch and beat
my meat and shoot my cum down your throat. It drives me
wild with desire for your body like nothing else does."
Christy was silent for a minute when I finished and
then she sighed deeply and said, "Oh baby, baby, baby,
you don't know how relieved I am at this instant and at
the same time how easily I could strangle you for being
so goofy. There is absolutely no reason for you to be
worried about anything.
"I admit you had me worried for a minute with all that
talk about disgusting, perverted obsessions. I was
afraid you were going to confess to being something
like a queer who would rather suck other men's cocks
and fuck them in the ass than fuck a woman, or maybe
one of those real far out freaks that like to fuck
bitch dogs and suck off dog cocks.
"But you're just a little kinky darling that's all,
along with probably about 50 to 60 percent of all the
married men in this country who also harbor secret
desires and fantasies about watching their wives fuck
other men like whores. And according to some pretty
definitive research studies, about 35 to 45 percent
actually do get to watch their wives fuck and suck
other men and realize their fantasies.
"The overwhelming majority of these men don't really
want their wives to be real whores and to actually sell
their bodies on the street for money giving blow jobs
in alleys and cars and fucking their johns in sleazy
hotel rooms. What they really want is for their wives
to perform sexually as if they really were whores and
do the kinds of things to them that any real whore
would do. You are not a pervert darling. You are just
as normal as most married men, so get rid of that goofy
idea about having a perverted obsession right now.
"Oh how I wish you could have told me this on that
night when all of this started. We can easily work on
this one together angel and I have a feeling it's going
to be a lot fun." (Christy had graduated from George
Washington University in Washington DC with a major in
psychology.)
I replied, "I tried baby. I really tried. Remember that
next morning when I was starting downstairs to get some
breakfast how I stopped and turned and told you that it
would be ok with me if you wanted to go get back in bed
with Stan and fuck and suck him some more to satisfy
your horny desires? I was praying that you would say
yes so I could watch some more, but mainly because I
thought it would be a way to ease in to making you
aware of my erotic, kinky obsession.
But you didn't say yes and I interpreted that as a
signal that your night in the sack with Stan was indeed
just a drunken mistake and that you really weren't
interested in fucking other men. So I was afraid to
bring up the subject again for fear of what your
reaction would be."
Christy said, "Oh my God! The reason I didn't say yes
was not because I didn't want to accept the offer you
made, but because I thought you were testing me to see
if I would honor my promise never again to fuck any
other men but you. Well I guess it's my turn now to
unburden myself of my secrets as well.
"The truth is that I would have loved to jump back in
that bed with Stan to fuck and suck him some more. But
not because I had any kind of feelings for him or
because you weren't good enough for me, but rather for
just the pure excitement of having strange sex with a
different partner and experiencing how much he reveled
in and lusted after my body.
"It really turns me on to have other men desire to fuck
me and eat my pussy. Don't you remember how completely
turned on I got that afternoon when I knew that the
fucking and cock-sucking I was giving you in the back
yard had driven Steve to such a frenzy that he was
frantically beating his meat?
But I would have much rather had your hard cock in my
cunt making love to me that night instead of Stan's if
you could have, but since you couldn't I liked the idea
of sucking Stan's big cock and watching him explode
with sheer pleasure at what my body was doing to him.
It was all about just plain pure, raw sex baby and it
brought back memories of an earlier life that I had not
thought about in years."
"Earlier life?" I said, "What kind of earlier life are
you talking about? You're not a closet lesbian are you?
I mean it's really ok with me if you are. I think it
would be really erotic to watch you get it on with
another woman sucking out her cunt and slurping up her
pussy juices with your tongue!"
Christy giggled, "No sweetheart, I'm not a closet
lesbian, but that doesn't mean that I haven't
experimented a little in the past. However, that's a
story for later. You know that I wasn't a virgin when I
married you. But what you don't know is how much I
wasn't a virgin."
I blurted out in excitement, "Oh boy, I bet you're
about to tell me that you actually were a real whore
before I met you. Aren't you?! This is exciting!"
Christy laughed and said, "No, no, NO! I wasn't a real
whore either, but I guess I was something closely
related. You see, I financed my way through the last
three years of college by working as a paid escort on
weekends and during the summers. Technically, I wasn't
a whore because 90% of my engagements were with lonely
men, mostly out-of-town business men, some politicians,
government executives, and the like, that just wanted a
pretty woman for dinner and company, or maybe for some
arm candy at some function. But almost without
exception I always ended up in bed with my date for at
least the last two or three hours, if not more, of an
escort engagement for some good fucking and cum eating
cock sucking.
"Now you might think that I'm splitting hairs when I
maintain that what I did as a paid escort was not the
same as being a whore because our clients were buying
our time as companions and not explicitly buying sex
just like a straight up professional whore who just
sells her body for straight sex with no other services
included or promised, even though I must admit that I
almost always ended up fucking and sucking my client
sometime during an engagement.
"Almost all of us girls who worked as escorts were
young, beautiful, college coeds and we didn't think of
ourselves as whores because we always felt that we
always had the right or option to refuse to have sex
with a client if we didn't want to, even though I don't
know of any of us who ever did. I know I never turned
down a client who wanted to fuck me or have me suck his
cock and eat his cum.
But there were some exceptions where I didn't get to
fuck the client because the client turned out to be a
queer still in the closet, and just wanted me as
camouflage protection from being outed. And while you
might think that I liked those kind of engagements the
best because I wouldn't have to fuck the queer, the
truth is those were the ones I least liked because I
really did look forward to fucking my dates.
"The worst queer engagements were those where the queer
wanted me to give him blow jobs and eat his cum but
wouldn't fuck me or eat my cunt and so I wouldn't get
to have an orgasm. Engagements with queers were a real
downer.
"I also had an occasional engagement where the client
wasn't capable of getting a hard on for medical reasons
and couldn't fuck me and would instead just spend all
of his time eating my cunt and having me suck on his
limp dick. That night when I tried to revive you by
sucking on your limp dick I think reminded me of those
times that I had not thought about for so many years
when I was an escort girl and sucked the limp dicks of
those clients and those memories just contributed to
intensifying my sexual frenzy.
"The best engagements were when my man would just want
to take me straight up to his room for sex and I was
able to suck his cock and fuck his brains out so
thoroughly and completely that he would be totally
drained and exhausted in three or four hours and
incapable of any more sex and would let me leave early.
"But then every now and then I would end up with a real
stud who could keep me busy in bed with all kinds of
sex for seven straight hours and those were the worst
engagements because I was the one who ended up
completely exhausted with a really sore cunt and pussy,
and usually an aching jaw as well from so much cock
sucking.
"Now I'm sure you have probably figured out that the
length of a standard agency booked engagement was eight
hours. However, lots of the girls would often extend
the standard engagement into an overnight sleepover on
their own initiative, especially whenever the man they
were with really excited them and turned them on, and
he was willing to pay her more money- all of which she
would keep for herself.
"But I never did that. The money I was making sticking
to agency standard engagements was more than I needed
and I wasn't greedy. The standard gig was a whole lot
safer too. All-nighters is where you could run into
some really hairy and dangerous situations and quite a
few of the girls who liked to take that risk for the
extra money often got roughed up quite a bit on those
overnighters. My roommate all through college, Elsie,
also became an escort girl after she saw how much money
I was making and she used to do sleepovers as often as
she could even though she got knocked around a lot by
some of her customers.
"Elsie is a very successful high priced, independent,
call girl whore now. She says she loves the life and I
understand why. Those three years were an exciting and
intoxicating time for me because I loved the effect my
body had on men and the power it gave me over them.
And, as an added bonus, I learned more about all the
different ways to have sex in all it's forms and
kinkiness, that I don't think there isn't anything I
haven't tried at least once, except for some real far
out, nasty, prurient stuff which I absolutely refused
to accommodate and would just return the clients money
whenever that's what they wanted.
"And the pay was not too bad either. I cleared an
average of about $6000 a month doing weekend work
during the academic year and about $15000 a month
during the summer breaks where I could work all through
the week which more than covered my college costs.
"So when I said I was a long way from being a virgin
when we met, I was not exaggerating. Metaphorically,
that distance was about 500 to 600 cocks long because I
estimate that's just about how many different cocks I
sucked and fucked during those three years I was a paid
escort girl.
"I used to keep a diary of all my engagements,
recording who they were with, what the booking reason
was, and what kind of sex transpired on each of them,
but I got a little lazy after the 500th and missed some
entries now and then. That's why I don't know the exact
number, but I am certain that it's a lot closer to 600
than 500.
"So when I tell you darling how much I love your cock
and savor your delicious cum, you can truly believe me
because I'm an expert and have seen them in all
different sizes and shapes and tasted cum in all kinds
of flavors and textures, and your eight inch love rod
and sweet velvety smooth cock sauce falls in the top
two or three best that I have ever had.
"If I had not met and fallen in love with you, I
suspect that I would have graduated from being an
escort, to being a full time professional call girl
type whore like Elsie is today. The truth is that Elsie
has tried to get me back in the business several times
in the last few years when she had clients that wanted
some threesomes with two whores at the same time and I
must admit that I was tempted, but only because of the
excitement and intoxicating feeling I get when men lust
for my body. But I didn't because I was afraid that if
I took that "first drink", that I would want to keep
going back for more and more just like an alcoholic.
"So there it is angel- almost everything there is to
know about me except the last and most important thing.
And that is that you need to always remember and
believe that you are the love of my life and I thank
God every day for bringing you to me, and I have never
been with another man since our wedding day and have
never felt the need to, except for that one stupid,
drunken night nine months ago."
The adrenalin was coursing all through my body and I
was drunk with excitement over what I had just heard
and replied, "Christy my darling, that's the most
exciting and erotic story I could ever have hoped to
hear from your lips. I'm afraid to breathe for fear
that I might wake up to find out this was all a dream.
God indeed must be smiling on both of us because the
odds of a sexy, beautiful, accomplished, woman like you
who loves fucking and sucking as many men as she can
and a man who loves to watch his wife fuck and suck
other men meeting each other, falling in love, and
marrying are so infinitesimally small as to be only
possible through divine intervention.
There are a million things I want to ask you and know
about, but I want my cock to be deep in the heaven of
your warm, moist cunt while I do it. You have never
been more totally desirable to me my love than you are
right now at this very moment. Hurry baby, hurry! Get
on top and slide my hard cock deep into your magic love
chamber." My cock had gotten as hard as a rock while
she was telling me her story and it was throbbing,
dying for relief.
Christy choked back a small sob and tears were
streaming down her face as she said, "Oh Freddie
darling, those are the words I have been dying to hear.
And these are the tears of the absolute joy and
happiness I'm feeling to know I have finally got you
back.
"I'm never ever going to permit anything to come
between us again," and then she moaned and shivered
with sheer pleasure as she slid her cunt down over my
hard cock until it was deep in her cunt and then began
to slowly start to hump her pussy up and down.
But I quickly asked her to be still and said, "No, no
baby. Don't hump it yet sweetie. I don't want to cum
right away if I can possibly help it. I just want to
lay hear for a while with your body on mine and feel
your soft beautiful tits on my chest with my hard cock
deep in your magnificent hot cunt and just talk for a
while and let my imagination run wild about the kind of
fantastic sex life I hope is in store for us in the
future.
"I'm the luckiest man alive darling to have found you
and have you for my wife. I hope you will want to help
me realize my fantasies by fucking other men and
sucking their cocks until they cum in your mouth from
time to time while I watch. God I wish I could have
seen you in action when you were fucking those 500 plus
cocks! That would have been the ultimate heaven for
me."
Christy laughed with pleasure and said, "Boy you really
are focused on a single track aren't you baby? But
let's not move too fast and get ahead of ourselves
right now. Let's savor this moment of being together
again in total love for each other, and yes, in total
lust for each other too, because I have never
experienced such a powerful lust for any other body in
my life like the lust I have this instant for your
beautiful body.
"But don't worry sweetheart, I'm sure we're going to
work something out for you to be able to make your
fantasies become real. Know that I now belong to you
forever, for all eternity in every way possible. Your
desires and fantasies are my desires and fantasies, and
if you want them to become real, then I'm going to move
heaven and earth to help you make them real.
"Right now I'm living a fantasy of my own. It's the
fantasy that I have had for the last nine months since
that night I fucked Stan, and I was in total despair of
it ever becoming real. Now that it has become real
beyond my wildest dreams, I want to make it last as
long as possible and savor every delicious moment it
lasts."
I replied, "I'm sorry baby. You're right of course.
Please forgive me for being so selfish and forgetting
about your needs. I'm just so overwhelmed by your
loving understanding and grateful for your accepting
attitude of my kinky needs that I just lost my head for
a minute. There is no other place I would ever want to
be than where I am right now with you in my arms and my
cock nestled in the warm depths of your magic cunt and
feeling the silky smooth texture of your skin under the
caress of my hands.
But while we lay here enjoying being joined together,
could you just tell me some stories about some of your
most favorite or memorable engagements and the kinds of
sex you had? I'm dying to hear the details and that
would be the next best thing to actually witnessing you
performing your sexual magic on another man's cock. Is
that too much right now?"
She smiled and chuckled and said, "Of course it isn't
darling. Let me see now.... My most favorite or
memorable engagement.... Hmmm...There were quite a
bunch of really good ones.... Now where shall I begin?
I know! How about if I start with the engagement I was
on when we first met?"
That startled me and I said, "But honey, we first met
that time we played on the same team at the DC Regional
tournament in the Swiss team, two session, afternoon
and evening team event. Don't you remember? My partner
was Amy Singletary and yours was Doris Blanchard. Doris
is one of the best female bridge players in the country
today. We did pretty good too, taking third place in a
field of 45 teams. Not bad for just a pick-up team. You
must be confusing some other occasion with that event.
Christy just smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye and
said, "No sweetie, I don't think I'm at all confused
about this. For sure I won't forget Doris Blanchard."
Then all of a sudden it hit me and I said, "Oh shit!
You don't mean that Doris was your "engagement!!"
Christy grinned and said, "That's exactly right honey.
"It turns out that Doris is a flaming dyke and she
called my escort agency to see if they had anyone
available that played bridge. Well, even though I had
graduated about six months prior and had pretty much
stopped doing escort work since I was then working at a
real job, my profile was still on file at the agency
and I was the only girl they had in either their active
or inactive stables that indicated any bridge playing
proficiency so they gave me a call and begged me to
accept that gig for them.
"At first I was reluctant explaining that I now had a
real job and didn't have time for escort work anymore.
But they explained that there would be a lot more money
in it for me than the usual gig because the client
wanted someone for two back-to-back all day and night
engagements and was paying a big premium for them to
find someone.
"I told them that I didn't do sleepovers, but that I
might be willing to go for all day and part of the
nights but didn't want to do any sleepovers. My concern
was not about not wanting to fuck any one. At this
point I still was assuming that the client was a man
and I certainly had no problem with fucking another man
after the 500 or so that I had already fucked. It was
just that I was afraid that two sleepovers with the
same guy could be a little more risk than I wanted to
take.
"But the booking agent said that the sleepovers were
not negotiable. And he explained how there would be an
afternoon and evening bridge session each day and that
the evening session usually finished around 10 in the
evening after which it was the practice of all the
players to get together and have some drinks, post-
mortem the day's bridge hands and party a little.
"These affairs usually lasted until the wee hours of
the morning often not breaking up until 4 or 5 am. And
then everyone would head for their rooms and sleep in
until noon, and then get up for the next day's bridge
games that began at 2 pm.
"So he was sure that I wouldn't have anything to worry
about. Then when he told me that my fee for the gig
would be $2000 a day I was hooked. I said ok I would do
it and asked what the man's name was and how old he
would be. That's when the booking agent, Peter, dropped
the real bomb and said, 'Uuh... Christy, the client
isn't a man. It's a woman and she is about 33 years old
and she specifically asked for a female escort between
21 and 24. You're perfect at 22. I hope this won't be a
problem for you?'
"I asked Peter, 'Is she a lesbian Peter? Maybe a dyke
huh?' Peter replied, 'I don't really know Christy. She
didn't say, but to be perfectly honest, I would say
that the odds are really good that she's a dyke the way
she insisted on a young woman between 21 and 24. That's
characteristic of dykes. They like them young. Your
profile doesn't say anything about your attitude toward
same sex gigs. I hope this won't be a show stopper for
you.' I said, 'Well, it's not my preference Peter. I
really prefer cocks to pussies and cunts, but I do have
a little experience in that area and I can handle it if
it becomes necessary. So what's this dyke's name and
where do I meet her.'
"Peter gushed with relief, 'Oh thank you, thank you
Christy. We really want to keep this client. She
doesn't mind paying a good premium to get what she
wants. Her name is Doris Blanchard and the gig is for
this coming Friday and Saturday at the downtown
Marriott in DC where the tournament is being held. She
would like to meet you Thursday evening about 6:00 pm
in the cocktail lounge of the Marriott for an hour or
so over drinks to get acquainted and talk over some
bridge stuff if you wouldn't mind.
"She said she would be wearing a red sheath dress with
a white pearl necklace and she's a blond.' I said,
'That's fine Peter. Tell her I'll be there.' Peter
said, 'Thanks again very much Christy. I think you just
saved my job. I'll make it up to you doll. I'll have
your check in the mail for $4000 bucks first thing in
the morning."
At this point I interrupted and said, "How much longer
before we get to the good parts sweetie?"
Christy giggled and kissed me and replied, "Now don't
you be getting impatient honey. This is my story and
I'm enjoying the telling of it. I'll be getting to the
good parts soon enough and besides I know what will
happen when I do. You'll just get all revved up and
start really pumping that beautiful cock of yours in
and out of my cunt and in no time be filling me up with
your hot cock sauce and then your cock will get soft
and slip out of my cunt. I like your cock right where
it is nestled in my tight cunt and I'm going to keep it
there where it belongs for as long as I can my darling.
Now you just shush and let me finish."
I laughed a little, returned her kiss and said, "Ok
sweetheart. I'll be good. But be careful how you
rhythmically squeeze my love rod with those magic
flexing internal cunt muscles of yours like you've been
doing for the last few minutes. Too much of that will
cause old Arnold (that is her pet name for my cock) to
lose control and fire off his load before you're ready.
"God, I'm really loving this baby. I'm in heaven and I
don't ever want it to stop."
Christy said, "I'm having a lot of fun too sweetie.
We're going to do this a lot more if it's up to me. God
I'm so happy to have you back in my heart... and back
in my cunt too. But now back to my story.
"I showed up at the Marriott a couple of minutes before
six and checked my small rollaway week-ender suitcase
at the bell captains station and told him I would be
back for it in about an hour. (He and I knew each other
pretty good from my escort days and I had given him
quite a few freebie blow jobs in return for his
covering for me whenever I had to go straight up to a
client's room for the start of an engagement.
"The hotels really didn't like us to use their
facilities to service our clients so their house
detectives were always on the look-out for young,
beautiful, sexy single women heading up in the
elevators.) Anyway, I had decided to bring the suitcase
because I had a pretty good idea what this "get
acquainted" meeting was going to lead to and I wanted
to be prepared.
"I was wearing a sexy hip hugging short plain skirt and
an open neck plain white blouse that showed plenty of
cleavage. Next I went to the ladies room and took off
my panties and bra and put them in my purse, tweaked my
nipples until they stood up hard, and arranged my
blouse and tits so the nipples would show clearly where
they were poking out under the blouse, dabbed on a last
bit of lipstick, and reached under my skirt and rubbed
in a little bit of smell-good, taste-good cunt oil down
my pussy valley and all around the entrance to and just
inside of my cunt.
"I surveyed myself in the mirror, liked what I saw, and
headed for the cocktail bar. I had had many, many
engagements in this hotel when I was doing escort work,
so I knew the territory very well.
"When I got to the entrance of the cocktail bar I
stopped at the entrance and slowly surveyed the scene.
There were three men and two bar whores sitting at the
bar nursing their drinks, and maybe about 20 other
patrons sitting in assorted groups at various tables
scattered around the lounge. Doris was sitting alone at
a small table for two all the way at the back of the
lounge next to the wall. I had the attention of most of
the people in the lounge who were staring at me.
"I saw one of the whores at the bar nudge the other one
and whisper something which she responded to with a
head nod and a frown as she turned to look me over. I
knew those two gals were whores because I had seen them
many times at the Marriott trolling for johns when I
was a full time escort. The bar whores didn't like us
escort girls because we cut heavily into their business
and got paid a lot more for our services adding insult
to injury.
"I moved slowly and languidly through the room toward
Doris's table conscious of all the eyes in the room
undressing me as I moved among them. I was getting just
the kind of effect that I had hoped for. When I got to
Doris' table I stopped a little short of the table and
directly opposite her, so I would have to lean over to
shake her hand and she would have a great view of my
tits and then I smiled, leaned over, and I stuck out my
hand and said, "Ms Blanchard?"
"She was gazing hungrily at my tits as she reached out
to shake my hand and I could see her own tits heaving
up and down as her breathing had accelerated. I smiled
internally to myself as I thought to myself, 'I really
have your motor running in high gear Doris you
lecherous old dyke you, but it's going to cost you some
serious dough for the pleasure of eating my sweet
cunt'.
She smiled at me as she took my hand and said, 'Yes, of
course, and you must be Christy.' I replied, 'Yes
ma'am, I'm Christy and I'm very happy to meet you.' She
said, 'The pleasure is all mine my dear. Now come sit
down over here next to me Christy, and please, no more
of that 'Ma'am' stuff. My name is Doris and that's what
I want you to call me.'
"As I sat down she said, 'You are an extraordinarily
beautiful young woman Christy. You should have seen the
reaction of all the men in the room and most of the
women too, except those two prostitutes at the bar, as
they watched you stroll across the room to my table.'
And then she leaned over and gave me a knowing
conspiratorial look and said, 'But I rather suspect
that you're very used to drawing out that kind of
reaction from men. It's a very powerful and useful
weapon to have in your bag of tricks dear and don't be
afraid to use it. But use it judiciously and wisely.
Now let's talk a little bit about bridge.'
"And for the next 45 minutes or so we covered the
waterfront on bidding conventions, leads, defensive
signals, play of the hand styles, etc., when she
finally sighed, sat back, and said, 'Well, I think we
will do quite well at the table Christy. You have a
very well developed knowledge of the game. Now have you
had dinner yet dear?' I answered, 'Yes, I ate before I
came over here to meet you.'
"Then she got to the point that I knew was coming and
she said, 'Well then, I have an idea Christy. Why don't
you just plan to spend the night here this evening. I
have a suite so there is plenty of room. Besides,
you're going to have to be back in the morning at 9 am
anyway and then spend Friday and Saturday night here as
well. So what do you say dear?'
"I hesitated as I made it look like I was thinking
about what to say, and Doris quickly said, 'Don't worry
honey. I know you have to earn a living and so if you
have another engagement this evening there's another
fifteen hundred in cash in it for you if you cancel it,
and the agency doesn't have to know anything about why
you have to cancel or the fifteen hundred, so how about
it dear?'
"I said, 'Sure, of course I'll stay. And Doris, I
wasn't hesitating or worrying. I was just stunned and
surprised at your very generous offer.' Doris just
laughed and said, 'Think nothing of it dear. I'm
rolling in dough. Now let's go on up to the room.' I
said, 'Ok Doris sounds good. Let me collect my
overnight case and make a quick call first.'
"We went over to the bell captain's station and I used
the phone and pretended to call the agency to cancel my
non-existent "prior engagement". I actually called my
own phone and talked to my answering machine. Then I
collected my overnight case and we went up to her room.
"As soon as we got there, Doris said, 'Why don't I call
room service and ask them to send us up some finger
sandwiches and some cold white wine and we can relax
and get to know each other. The bottom two drawers of
the dresser over there are yours so you can unpack your
case and put it over there in the corner while I call
room service.'
"After she called room service she came over to see if
I had enough room and reached down to look at one of my
negligees and said, 'You have some beautiful things
Christy, but then that's what a beautiful woman like
you deserves. I just can't get over how smooth and
fresh your skin is,' and she reached out to gently run
her fingers in a light caress over my cheeks, neck, and
chest just below my chin while stroking my hair with
her other hand and breathing heavily next to my ear.
"That was my cue to do my part and I leaned my head
back with my eyes slightly closed, lips moist and
slightly parted, breathing deeply and started to moan
and whispered, 'Oh that feels so good Doris, I love
your touch...don't stop...' And that's all it took. She
didn't fool around anymore with any seduction games.
She just went straight for my tits with her mouth and
started sucking on them as she steered me towards the
bed.
"In a flash we were both naked and she had me down on
the bed with her face buried in my cunt, sucking and
eating my pussy, clit, and cunt for all she was worth
while using her hands to massage and caress my body all
over – legs, thighs, stomach and tits. She was really
good, I have to admit. I think she has the longest
tongue of anyone that has ever eaten my cunt. She
brought me to several massive orgasms and then we
switched places and I did the same for her.
"Lesbian sex has never been as satisfying to me as good
old fashioned cock sucking and cock fucking, but those
two nights with Doris were an exception. She really
loved the way I could reach into her cunt with my long
tongue and hit her G spot which caused her to literally
shoot out a river of cunt juice which I loved to suck
up and eat. When we weren't eating each others cunt she
liked us to rub our pussies up against each other which
always resulted in some good mutual orgasms. I have to
admit. I really had a good time with Doris."
True to Christy's prediction, as soon as she began
describing in detail how Doris and she engaged in
sucking each other's cunts and lapping up pussy juice,
my cock started throbbing and I began fucking her cunt
in earnest and soon had a massive orgasm shooting out
big loads of hot cum.
Christy squealed with delight and pleasure, "Ohhh
baby!! I love it when your cock throbs like that and
fills my cunt with your big load of hot, delicious cock
sauce. Keep pumping me hard and deep baby. It feels
wonderful. Oh baby, I'm going to cum...I can feel it
building... Ohhhh God how I love your cock! Oh! I'm
cumming!" and then she tensed up and her cunt squeezed
down hard all over my cock and she moaned a deep,
guttural, primal groan, "Unnnngghhhhh!" and suddenly
went totally limp and collapsed on me with a flood of
pussy juice starting to flow out of her cunt and down
my crotch and all over my balls..
In a couple of minutes after we had recovered our
senses Christy said, "Darling I think that was the most
intense orgasm I have ever had. I think we are going to
have a beautiful sexual future together baby. As much
as my fucking and sucking other men, and it looks like
eating other women as well, turns you on, I think I'm
equally turned on by the idea of performing for you by
fucking and sucking other men while you watch me doing
it and then telling you about it later with your cock
in my cunt.
We're going to have great sex with all the stories I
can tell you about my life as an escort girl and lots
of fun finding opportunities for you to watch me fuck
and suck other men. I think our first candidate ought
to be a real easy mark to get things rolling and I
think we ought to begin with our back yard peeping tom,
Steve. What do you think baby?"
Well that was four months ago and life with Christy has
been fantastic- beyond my wildest fantasies. As it
happened, Steve Naylor, our backyard neighbor who beat
his meat while watching Christy and I from a window in
his home fucking in our backyard one afternoon was the
first man that I got to watch Christy fuck and suck. It
turned out that about six weeks after that Valentines
day night, Steve's wife, Betty, left for two weeks to
visit her mother and Christy used the opportunity to
invite him over for dinner the night Betty left.
Christy dolled herself up and dressed in some very
revealing clothes and we plied Steve with wine during
dinner and then we all retired to the couch to have
after dinner drinks with a couple of joints of pot and
put on a good soft porn flick on the TV. We were all
high and feeling good and I started playing with
Christy's tits. This was all part of our plan to get
Steve horny and it worked like a charm. He got a huge
hard-on and Christy pretended to be sorry for him and
said to me,
"Now Fred stop feeling up my tits. It's not fair to
Steve. Look how worked up he's getting with that huge
hard-on making a tent in his crotch, and with Betty
gone for two weeks he can't do anything about it. That
was my cue to respond, "Don't worry about Steve baby.
I'm sure he remembers how to beat-off." And then
Christy said, "Now that's not nice Fred and you know
it! Now be nice please."
That's when I chuckled and said, "You right sweetheart.
I just couldn't resist!" Then I looked at Steve, who by
now had this spaced out glazed look in his eyes driven
by his deep lust for Christy, and I said, "Hey Steve,
you wanna suck on Christy's tits? Go ahead. It's all
right. Christy loves to have her tits sucked."
By then Christy's tits were fully exposed as a result
of my playing with them and Steve gave me this grateful
look as he said, "Oh god yes, yes, yes," and buried his
head into Christy's tits and started sucking on them
for all he was worth. Well that broke the ice and the
rest of the night was an orgy of Christy fucking and
sucking first Steve then me, then Steve and I both
fucking Christy in her ass and cunt at the same time,
and then we would switch positions between her cunt and
ass, and then Christy would suck my cock while Steve
fucked her cunt and vice versa. It was fantastic.
Over the next two weeks while Betty was gone we had
Steve over almost every night. I couldn't get enough of
watching Steve fuck her and Christy sucking his cock
and eating his cum. Christy had a fantastic time and
said that she really felt liberated. Steve said that he
was going to get Betty to agree to some wife swapping
when she got back and some group sex orgies.
It took him a couple of weeks to convince Betty to give
it a try, but she finally agreed and after trying out a
little group action with Christy and I, she quickly
became hooked. So for the last several months the four
of us have a little four way orgy at least once a week.
Betty has become such a sex slut with a huge compulsion
for eating pussy that she often comes over to see
Christy during the day to have some lesbian sex and eat
out Christy's cunt while Steve and I are at work.
In addition, Christy has had Stan back several times to
play bridge and sleep over with us. Christy enjoys
taking care of the two of us at the same time with lots
of fucking and sucking for both of us. She also has
plans to seduce several other of her male bridge
partners and bring them over to the house for
sleepovers so I can watch her fucking them. I use the
word seduce loosely, because there isn't a man alive
that needs to be seduced into fucking Christy. All of
them lust after her body and are constantly hitting on
her. All she has to do is to just make it easy for them
to have her.
In between time when we don't have another man or woman
available for Christy to fuck and suck for my pleasure,
she satisfies my kinky obsessions by telling me stories
about her engagements as an escort girl while I am
fucking her. I told her last week that if she wanted to
take up Ellie's offer to do a little part time whoring
with Ellie whenever one of Ellie's johns wanted to be
serviced by two whores, that it was perfectly all right
with me and in fact the whole idea was really exciting
for me.
Today she told me that she spoke to Ellie and told
Ellie to give her a call the next time she needed an
extra whore. Ellie said that it shouldn't be too long
as she has several regular clients that like to be
serviced by two whores at the same time and they are
due to call soon.
I can't wait for her first paid fucking and sucking
engagement since we have been married. The anticipation
is almost more than I can stand. Christy is out
shopping and my cock is hard as a rock and throbbing. I
just can't wait for her to return home. I'm going to
have to take a break to beat my meat. Be back in a
minute Kristen.
Back again. That was a very satisfactory hand job. I
was so worked up thinking about Christy's upcoming
first real gig as a whore with Ellie that I blew my
load after just a few strokes. Life is really perfect
now Kristen. I have a beautiful loving wife that loves
sex in all its forms and loves me so much that she
takes great pleasure in giving me pleasure by making
all my fantasies come true.
I look forward to hundreds and hundreds of nights in
bed listening to Christy describe the intimate details
of the almost six hundred fucking, cocksucking, cum
eating engagements she had as a young escort girl while
my hard cock is buried deep in her cunt. There is
enough materiel there to last ten years Kristen.
I hope your readers will enjoy mine and Christy's story
and it will encourage them to stretch their sexual
horizons and experiences to make their fantasies come
alive. They will never regret it!!
Yours in sexual ecstasy,
MuffDiver
(Direct comments to: (h.landers1961@hotmail.com)
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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