Lincoln Park Mommy Chapter 03

Lincoln Park Mommy Chapter 03 [part 3 of 8]
By: ISawYourMommy (isawyourmommy2@hotmail.com)

A week or so later, Dan was on a conference call when he saw his Message light illuminate. When the call ended, he hung up his telephone and punched in the code to retrieve his messages, surprised to hear Kelly's voice. He was surprised to hear from her so soon.

"Hi, Dan. It's Kelly. Give me a call when you get a chance. Mike's out-of-town, so you can call me at home. The number here is 773-555-5555." Erasing the message, he swiveled around in his chair and stared out his office window, noticing the sail boats still in Monroe Harbor; fall was coming too soon. Turning back to the telephone, he called Kelly's home telephone.

"Hello?"

"Kelly, its Dan."

"Hi. I was hoping you'd get back to me." Her voice was soft and sweet and tinged with a faint shyness.

"What's up?"

"Well, Mike's out-of-town for a few days, and I wanted to see if you were up for dinner."

"Sure. Tonight? Where?"

"Why don't you come over here? Maybe I'll cook you something. About 7:00?" She gave him directions.

"See you then." Hanging up the phone, Dan willed the next two hours to pass quickly. He now had something to look forward to. The prospect of an evening with Kelly caused his cock to stiffen slightly, and then more, as he thought about the married slut he had the good fortune of walking home a few weeks ago. He loved hearing about her exploits as she rode up and down on his cock, or knelt on all fours before him.

When Dan arrived at Mike and Kelly's walk-up and she answered the door, she looked like the typical Lincoln Park housewife and mother in her mid-thirties: blond hair pulled back in a ponytail; khaki pants under a conservative white blouse; no shoes covering her cute feet. She exemplified the look of innocence.

There was nothing innocent about Kelly tonight, though. As soon as she closed the door, one of her hands shot for Dan's zipper while the other pushed him back against the door, she herself falling to her knees. Her manicured thumb and forefinger pulled the zipper down, and fished around for Dan's cock, finding it and pulling it from its confines. Dan's cock immediately inflated as he looked down at Kelly's manipulation; her hand, tipped with long, red fingernails, the engagement ring and wedding bands, all wrapped around his cock brought instant arousal.

And Kelly knew his mental triggers, too; two sessions had given her all the insight she needed. She flaunted the diamond-encrusted rings on her finger, and the fact that she was married. "Are you going to fuck me in my husband's house? Maybe in his bed?" Dan could only murmur his assent, lost in the pleasure of Kelly's tongue washing over the length of his cock. He loved her filthy mouth, and her nasty mind.

Rising up to her feet again, she grabbed Dan by the hand and led him into the family room. Releasing his hand, she began to undress as she walked, and was completely naked as she fell onto the couch, spreading her lean legs to reveal her freshly waxed pussy, already wet with her excitement. She placed a manicured finger just above her pussy lips, pointing downward, and said, "Why don't you two get acquainted, and I'll tell you about my first black cock."

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Kelly and Mike had been engaged for just a month. Her parents wanted to meet them for dinner at their country club on the North Shore. But Mike had a client with needs, and was called out-of-town a few days earlier and would not be returning until late the night of the dinner, so Kelly drove up to Wilmette on her own.

Driving up to the club and climbing out of her silver BMW M3, she was a sight to behold for Aaron, the valet. Feet encased in black pumps (just barely decent enough for the conservative country club set), bare legs leading up to a light blue Chanel skirt suit with large white buttons that strained to withhold her D cup tits. Aaron's fat cock squirmed some as he watched her get out of the car, but settled down when she handed him her car keys and he saw the three-karat engagement ring on her left hand. Aaron had fucked a few of the stunning, rich white girls that floated around the club, but tried to stay away from the married ones. Getting caught with your cock in a member's wife was the quickest way to get fired.

Max, on the other hand, didn't see it that way. As the Fitzgeralds' waiter that night, he had a bird's eye view of Kelly's cleavage, and he took advantage, staring into that deep, cavernous space every chance he got. The large diamond on her finger didn't dissuade him in the least. In fact, the ring only added life to his nine inches. Throughout their dinner, Max tried to conceal his erection from the club's guests, but it was difficult.

When he brought the Fitzgeralds' first round of drinks, he caught the glint of Kelly's engagement ring when she first raised the glass to her lips. On bringing their appetizers, Max watched Kelly's beautifully manicured fingers - light pink tonight - pick a shrimp from a martini glass, and imagined those white fingers wrapped around his thick, black cock. And as she popped the last of her entrée - a steamed lobster - between her full, red-glossed lips, Max wished it was his cock that was slipping between them. As he collected the signed check from Kelly's father and walked away from the table, Max filed the image of Kelly away in his mind for future consideration, encouraged given her surreptitious glances towards his crotch as he stood near her. The sluts always looked; they tried to hide it, but they always looked.

It turns out that the future arrived a little sooner than he had imagined. After he closed out the Fitzgeralds' tab, he decided to take a break and snuck back to one of the club rooms off to the side of the club. Opening the door and entering the room, Kelly's back was to him, and she was just ending a call on her cell phone.

"I love you, too, sweetie. I'm leaving in a few minutes, and should be home by eleven or so." Turning around as she hit the "end" button on her phone, Kelly was startled to find Max standing in the room with her.

"Sorry, Ms. Fitzgerald, I didn't know anyone was in here."

"Don't worry about it, Max," she said as she started across the room to retrieve the Burberry trench she had laid across the back of a club chair. "I was just calling home to let my boyfriend . . . I mean my fiancé, know that I'd be home in an hour or so."

"Fiancé? I didn't know you got engaged, Ms. Fitzgerald. When did that happen?"

"Just a few weeks ago. I'm so excited!" she gushed. "And look at my ring," she bragged as she walked toward Max, extending her hand. "I love it. It's so beautiful."

Taking Kelly's beautiful hand in his, more blood pumped into Max's thick cock, making him uncomfortable. "Sure is. Damn, girl, this must have cost a shitload."

"I'm sure it did," she almost giggled. "Mike has never been stingy with me."

"Better not be. He's lucky to have you. What a beauty you are," Max said, as he bent and kissed Kelly's hand, right above the ring.

Blushing, and somewhat nervous, Kelly stuttered, "Uh, thanks, Max. I . . . I really should get going." Instead of letting Kelly's hand go free, however, Max twisted the ring slightly and it slipped off her finger, falling into his palm. "Max, give that back! What are you doing? I have to go."

"Kelly, I will gladly give you this ring back, but first, I want something from you."

"What," Kelly whined in desperation, not missing the fact that Max referred to her by her given name, when in the past he had always used her family name.

Reaching out to pop the top button on Kelly's tailored suit, Max said, "A li'l bit of what you been hidin' under here." Kelly was speechless, but made no move to stop him. With a few quick snaps of his wrist, the top to Kelly's Chanel suit was hanging open, only her white, lacy, 34D bra blocking Max's view of her firm tits. A few seconds later, the top was lying on the hardwood floor behind Kelly as Max popped the button and pulled the zipper on her skirt, leaving it in a puddle around her feet. Almost before she could react, Kelly stood before this black man dressed only in her heels, thong and super strong bra; her pouty lips were slightly agape.

As Max pushed Kelly back so she was leaning against the pool table, she gave up a weak protest. "Max, please . . . please stop. I have to go; Mike is waiting for me at home . . . We can't do this. What if we get caught? My parents will be mortified."

"Shut up, Kelly. The door is locked, and Mike can wait a few minutes." With that, Max slipped a few fingers underneath Kelly's thong, and found her hairless slit, rubbing the tip of his index finger along the hood of her clit. This caused Kelly to give a sigh of relief, and pleasure. A few more rubs of her clit, and Max felt the slut's pussy give up some of its juices. Believing - correctly - that Kelly was his to do with as he wished, Max pulled the thong over her hips and down her thighs and calves, leaving it puddled around her heels. She willingly stepped out of it, and again leaned back against the pool table.

Max took this as the sign of surrender that it was, and began rubbing Kelly's clit with a real fervor. Her eyes closed, her breath became ragged, and Max could see Kelly's elongated nipples tenting her bra. When he felt she was on the verge of orgasm, he slowed the frantic pace he was keeping on her clit, causing her to whine in need.

"What's the matter, Kelly?" he hissed into her ear, leaning in close.

"I want more. Keep doing that," she demanded through gritted teeth.

"That's all you want? You just want me to rub your clit?"

In a low voice, almost sheepish, Max heard, "No, I want more than your fingers."

"What do you want, whore?"

"Don't call me that. I'm not a whore," Kelly protested with a moan, as Max's fingers continued to spread her cunt juices across her pussy lips.

"Kelly, you've got a huge rock on your finger, your fiancé's waiting at home for you, and you're letting a black man fingerfuck you in your parent's country club. How can you say you're not a whore?"

"Just shut up and fuck me, Max," moaned Kelly, regaining control of herself and reaching for Max's belt. Max made no move to stop her, and instead let her manicured fingers unbuckle his belt and work his zipper down. Dropping to her knees, Kelly came face-to-face with the first black cock she had ever experienced. Its nine-inch length was something to look forward to, but she had had nine inches before, even more. But what fascinated the little blond daddy's girl was not the length, but the thickness, the veins that criss-crossed the shaft, the angry purple head, and the total darkness of the skin. She ran her hands up both sides of the shaft, feeling the heat of it, feeling the ridges grab and then release the underside of her engagement ring. She marveled at the white-on-black image that filled her bright blue eyes. While her mouth was not literally watering at the thought of sucking this thing of beauty, she greatly anticipated it penetrating her red lips and banging against the back of her throat.

"Suck it, whore," Max ordered, breaking her out of her reverie. A moan escaped her throat, and Max began to think she enjoyed being degraded, but either way, her red lips parted to accept the head of Max's cock. As he invaded her mouth, Max felt Kelly's tongue snake out along the underside of his cock, bringing enough blood to his manhood to make him fully erect. As his cock reached full-length, he felt the head tickle Kelly's tonsils, causing her to gag a little. Not much, though. This was not Kelly's first oversized cock, and she was well versed on taking cock into her throat with little to no effort. And that is just what she did, altering her angle somewhat and allowing Max's cock to slide easily past her tonsils and into her throat. Max groaned at this, and once again counted himself among the lucky to experience such a nasty little slut.

After lavishing his cock with enough attention, and ready to be fucked, Kelly stood up, reaching behind her to release the catches of her bra. Max pushed her back against the pool table as the bra fell away from Kelly's huge tits and fluttered to the floor, exposing her thick nipples to the air-conditioned environment in the club room. Max immediately went to her, taking first one and then the other nipple between his teeth, his hands gliding up and down the sides of Kelly's torso. His nibbling caused Kelly to let out a groan, and she reached for his nine inch cock, stroking it to ensure it was hard enough to penetrate her.

"What do you want, Kelly?"

"Fuck me, Max. Fuck me with this thing." The heat of him, the rigidity of his cock, was making Kelly lightheaded, almost delirious with anticipation.

"With what thing?" Max teased, knowing full well what Kelly wanted, but wanting her to beg for it nonetheless.

"Your cock, Max. Fuck me with it," she said as she eased her tight little ass onto the sideboard of the pool table.

"Tell me you want my black cock, Kelly."

"Fuck me with your cock," Kelly moaned, her legs spreading to invite Max's cock in. She was frustrated with this game, and with her empty pussy.

"Black cock, Kelly, black cock!"

"Ooohhh, goddammit, Max! Fuck me with your black cock," Kelly moaned, pulling the fat, purple head of Max's cock to her bald cunt opening. Max let the head sink in, and pushed in a few further inches, reveling in the guttural moan that escaped Kelly's throat.

"You love my black cock, don't you Kelly?"

"Mmmmm."

"What a fuckin' slut you are. Who would have guessed?" Max asked rhetorically as Kelly shivered under his degradation. Max began to pump in and out of this princess's pussy, enjoying the walls hugging his huge cock. "I never would have thought that Kelly Fitzgerald would love black cock." Kelly's breathing became more ragged, a patina of sweat formed on her body and droplets of it threatened to drip from her nose and chin, and her nipples popped to an even greater length. Soon, her ragged breath turned to short moans and groans, and, with a sound escaping from her throat that almost turned to a scream, Max felt a previously unknown warmth flow over his groin as Kelly came on his thick cock.

Her discharge was copious, and flowed liberally down Max's inner thighs, soaking Kelly's Chanel suit that lay on the floor beneath their feet. Max slowly pumped in and out of Kelly's lubricated cunt as her breathing returned to somewhat normal. He pulled Kelly from the edge of the table, turned her around, and bent her over the pool table, causing her engorged nipples to rub against the green felt, eliciting a groan from her red-painted lips.

Entering her spoken-for pussy from behind, Max was rewarded with a long, low-pitched, "Yyyyeeeeessssss. Fuck me, Max. I want to feel that cock stretch my cunt. Pound me hard."

"You love this black cock loosening your lips, don't you, whore?" Max taunted, as he picked up his pace, one hand placed lightly on Kelly's beautifully formed hips, and the other tracing circles across her sweaty lower back, causing her to shiver even more.

Turning and looking over her shoulder, her baby blue eyes smoldering with lust, Kelly responded in a low, guttural voice, "Fuck, yeah. I love your nigger cock pounding me from behind."

Perhaps it was not so wise for Kelly to drop the N-bomb. Certain black men have no problem when another black man drops it, but nonetheless all black men consider it quite offensive when those of other races drop it.

So in his anger (somewhat feigned), Max grabbed Kelly's hips hard with both his hands and began jack hammering her now-sloppy cunt, pushing Kelly's face down into the green felt and causing her fat-but-firm tits to bulge from the sides of her little body. Though he couldn't see it, Kelly's thick nipples went thicker, and burned red from the friction against the felt. From her lips and throat, moans turned to groans and threatened to turn to wails of pleasure.

Wanting a different angle after a few minutes of fucking this slut, Max grabbed Kelly's long, blond tresses in one hand, and a shoulder with the other, and lifted her upper body off the pool table, causing her pelvis to rotate forward and increasing the sensations he felt on the underside of his cock. Kelly's groans, interrupted by Max's abrupt change in position, returned full force has he continued to slam his hips against her firm little ass. "Reach behind you, slut, and spread your cheeks so I can get deeper."

Always the submissive (well, usually, anyway), Kelly did as ordered. She put each of her hands, fingers splayed wide, on their respective ass cheeks, and pulled them apart. Max's intake of breath was clearly audible, even above Kelly's increasing groans. In spreading her ass cheeks, Kelly exposed her crinkly asshole, framed by her long, thin, pink-manicured fingers, one of which was adorned with the sparkly diamond.

Max was struck by a thought as he continued to fuck Kelly doggy-style over her parents' country club's pool table: what is her naïve fiancé doing right now? What would he do if he saw his fiancé, the picture of all that is innocent, at this exact moment? What a picture she was, too: bent over a pool table, mewling like a porn star, 34D tits hanging from her thin torso, sweat dripping from her face and nipples and staining the felt, ass cheeks rippling with the impact of the man behind her, baby-bare cunt lips stretched almost to the point of absurdity, long blond hair half in her face and half in the grip of the man behind her. And that man was a black man, a servant to her parents, no less. What would Mike do if he could see his fiancé behaving like a complete fucking whore, like a porn star?

These thoughts and images, combined with the sensations generated by Kelly's pelvic bone stimulating the underside of his cock, caused Max to let loose one and then another jet-stream of cum into Kelly's cunt. Pulling out after the second release, Max pulled her by her shoulders and hair off the pool table and into a kneeling position before him. His third and fourth jets shot from the engorged, purple head of his cock as he looked down into Kelly's lust-filled eyes, partially obscured by the sweat-soaked blond locks that stuck to her face, and saw her left hand, the one carrying her shiny new engagement ring, wrap around his fat cock and tug on it, hoping to coax more cum from the shiny black shaft. Those final shots of sperm hit Kelly first on her forehead and then to the left side of her elegant nose, and combined they dripped down her face, creating a pearlescent mask.

As degrading as this would be to most women, Kelly reveled in it. As Max attempted to regain control over his breath, Kelly ran the fingers of her right hand across her forehead and over her cheeks, sliding Max's thick and gooey discharge toward her open mouth, enjoying its flavor as it hit her tongue. Her left hand, meanwhile, was busy between her legs, rubbing her unfaithful, hairless cunt to second orgasm, the cum from Max's first two shots dripping from her gaping hole, down her fingers and liberally coating her engagement ring.

His breath back to normal, Max stepped away from Kelly as she reached her second orgasm, and started to get dressed. Alarmed and pulled out of a second orgasm, Kelly whined, "Where are you going? I'm not done yet! I want you to fuck me again!"

With a laugh, Max responded, "Again? I have to get back to work, slut. Maybe next time." Of course, there wouldn't be a "next time." As much of a slut as Kelly was, she rarely gave repeat performances. But Max didn't know that, and he finished dressing and exited the club room. He left behind a cheating whore on her haunches beside the pool table, the finger of one hand absently twisting a thick nipple and her tongue licking the sperm off the other hand - and from the glittering 3-karat diamond that adorned the ring finger.

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Dan's eyes were closed as he listened to another of Kelly's escapades of infidelity, and he had no recollection of moving from between her legs to beneath her body after giving her a tongue-induced orgasm, or of her riding him through the end of the story. But when she was almost done, he opened his eyes, and there she was, her slippery cunt, devoid of pubic hair, sliding up and down his pole, her 34D tits right in his face, a drop of sweat about to drip off her right nipple, now glowing an almost bright red.

"I was so desperate for more fucking," she said in a lust-filled whisper, her right hand with a firm grasp on the back of Dan's head, gripping his hair. "I couldn't believe he was leaving me there in the club room. I was kneeling on the floor, begging for more of his fat cock and twisting my nipples. I brought my left hand to my mouth and started licking it clean; when I was done, I cleaned this engagement ring with my tongue."

As she ended her story, and with Kelly's left hand pinching and pulling on her left nipple, her engagement ring and wedding band only inches from Dan's face, he exploded deep inside her hairless pussy. As Dan came down from another glorious orgasm, Kelly climbed off him and began rubbing the leaking sperm around the lips of her cunt as she gathered up their clothing.

"You like?" she inquired, needlessly.

"No question. I love your stories, I love hearing how nasty you are, and experiencing it at the same time."

"There's always more," she said as she came back to the couch as straddled him, sticking her warm, pink tongue into his mouth, causing Dan to moan with renewed lust. "But for now, I've got to go feed Evelyn and call my husband in Denver. Why don't you get dressed, and we'll get together again in a few weeks?"

A few minutes later, Dan stood on a corner trying to hail a cab and his stomach growled. 'And I didn't even get that dinner,' he smiled.

The Abbotts chp. 2

The Abbotts chp. 2 [part 2 of 4]
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

My mother was a slut and a whore. My earliest memory is of my mother and some guy fucking on our kitchen table. I was about six at the time. Mother saw me watching and did nothing to shoo me away. The guy saw me and said:

"She sure is a cute little thing; how much to be her first?"

My mother had laughed and said, "You never will have enough. She isn't for sale."

I remembered that every time she brought one of her johns home with her - which was almost every night - and wondered if that would be the night that she forgot that I "was not for sale" and took the man's money. She never did though and I was still a virgin when I turned sixteen. My presents that year were a couple of party dresses, a pendant on a gold chain and a pair of high heels. After the ice cream and cake were gone and my friends had left my mother sat me down and said:

"I can't make you be better than I am Amber, all I can do is make you want to be better, but you will have to be the one to do it."

Then she told me everything that she had learned about men and told me that the secret was to give them what they wanted:

"But only after they give you what you want. Don't put it out there like I do and hope for the best. Make a plan and work through it and get what you want, not what some one else decides to give you."

I kind of knew what she was telling me, but I was still a little young to get into it. I studied hard, got excellent grades and earned some scholarships and I went off to college. I managed to land a job waiting tables at a fairly decent restaurant where the tips were good and then I settled in determined to make something of myself

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College is where it all changed for me. In high school most of the kids were from the same social level I came from, but in college I was exposed to people who had it all. People who had money, people who came from people who had money and I saw their lifestyle and I wanted that life style for me. I remembered what my mother had told me about coming up with a plan and working through it. I planned on hooking my wagon to some rich guy and then living happily ever after in the lap of luxury.

I carefully looked over the boys available and picked out one. Jeffery Marshall came from "old" money. He was good looking, had a certain charm to him and I put myself in situations where he would notice me and one day he did and he asked me out. I of course said yes and five months (and twenty-seven dates) later I gave Jeffery my virginity. Jeff was overwhelmed by the fact that he was my first and when I told him that I gave it to him because in my heart I knew he was the one I was supposed to live my life with it blew him away. Two months later he proposed and I said yes.

Jeff belonged to one of the best fraternity's on campus - he was a legacy - and one night he took me to a party at his frat house. The liquor was flowing and every one was having a good time. I had let myself get pretty looped, but I wasn't worried because I had Jeff there to look out for me. Several hours into the party a couple of guys pulled me into a room and before I knew what was happening I was on a mattress with a cock pushing at my mouth and one forcing its way into my pussy. I was struggling to break free when I saw Jeff look into the room. I begged him with my eyes to save me (I couldn't holler because my mouth was full) but he turned and walked away.

I don't know how many had me that night, but I do know that after the first three or four I just laid back and let it happen. When they were done with me and everyone had gone, leaving me lying on the soiled mattress and looking like hell, a guy came into the room, looked down at me and said:

"You look like you could use a little help."

He helped me stand up and then he helped me to a bathroom and helped me clean up. He found my clothes, got me dressed and then said:

"We need to get you out of here. Where should I take you?"

I was numb and all I could do was mumble and shake my head so he said, "Okay. I'll just take you to some place where you can rest."

I woke up the next morning in a strange bed and to the smell of fresh coffee. I struggled up from the bed and noticed that all I had on where my bra and panties. I saw my dress folded neatly over the back of a chair and my shoes on the floor in front of the chair. I dressed and walked out into the kitchen. He was working at the stove when I walked in and without turning around he said:

"Coffee is hot, cups are in the cupboard, cream is in the fridge and the sugar is on the table. How do you like your eggs?"

"Scrambled" I said as I got a cup and poured myself some coffee. "Who are you, where am I and how did I get here?"

"My name is Jason, you are in my apartment and you are here because I couldn't leave you at the frat house and you wouldn't tell me where I could take you."

"Did you...were you one of the ones who..."

"No I was not. I prefer my ladies to be willing and I don't like crowds."

I couldn't think of anything else to say so I just sat there staring down into my coffee cup and occasionally taking a sip from it.

"For what it is worth however, when I stood there looking down at you last night I was hard put to behave myself."

I gave him a weal smile and he set a plate down in front of me with eggs, bacon and toast on it. Conversation stopped while we ate and when I was done I asked him if I could take a shower. He said yes and showed me where to find soap, a wash rag and towels. I was naked and pulling the shower curtain open when suddenly I turned around and headed back into the kitchen.

"Will you scrub my back for me?"

I saw his cock for the first time when he climbed into the shower with me. I'd seen large cocks before. My mother, especially if she was bombed and had run across a well endowed lover, would come into my room and say, "Honey, you just have to see this one" and then she would show me her latest lover's equipment. I'd seen one or two that were longer than Jason's, but I'd never seen anything as fat as what he had.

I had the soap and wash rag in my hand and I reached for Jason's cock and I started washing it.

"I thought I was supposed to be scrubbing your back?"

"All in good time" I said as I washed his balls.

Jeff and the guys who rode the train the previous evening were the only men I'd ever had in me and none of them were the size of Jason. I knew from the hundreds my mother had gone through and the few that she brought to show me that size like Jason's was not common and believing that my reputation was already shot because of the frat party I decided to experience "size" while I had the chance. I handed the soap and wash rag to Jason, turned and leaned against the wall and spread my legs wide. He asked:

"Are you sure about this?"

"Just do it!" I exclaimed and braced myself with one hand and reached down with the other and took hold of his cock. I lined it up and he pushed and it felt like a baseball bat was pushing into me. It took him six strokes to get all of him in me and then he slowly started to fuck me. The initial discomfort caused by his size faded and I started pushing back at him. I finally knew why my mother was always so happy when she found a john who had a huge cock. It was exquisite!

Jason had fantastic staying power and he fucked me for over fifteen minutes and gave me three orgasms before he came himself. We left the shower and dripping wet we headed for his bed. I just had to get him hard again because I NEEDED him back inside me. I needed that stuffed full feeling. I went after his cock with my mouth and quickly found that small mouths and fat cocks do not go well together. I couldn't get him in my mouth so I had to settle for licking him like a lollipop and stroking him by hand until he started to come erect again. When he was stiff enough I got on top of him and impaled myself and then I rode him until he rolled me over onto my back and fucked me hard until he came for the second time. Along the way he got me off three more times. I snuggled up next to him and cuddled until I looked at my watch and saw that I needed to get moving if I was going to get to wok on time.

"What will you do now?" he asked as I dressed.

"Get rid of Jeff, see how much damage has been done to my reputation and if it can be fixed and then get on with my life."

"Your reputation should be fine. The boys at that fraternity are not going to want it to get out that there was a gangbang at one of their parties. I have no clue as to why it happened to you. As far as I know there hasn't been a train pulled at that house in the last five years, but the fact remains that the sons of too many prominent and important families belong to it and they will want to keep things quiet. What will happen is that you will be asked out a lot by the guys who did you and who want more."

"Well, they are going to be disappointed. I will not have anything to do with any one from that fraternity ever again."

"I hate to say this, but toward the end you were really getting into it. Are you sure that you can go without sex if you give up Jeff and turn down his frat brothers?"

"They aren't the only men on campus. And, there is always you. It hasn't been mentioned, but do you have a girlfriend?"

"No. I'm not a believer in relationships. Maybe some day, but not right now."

"Would you turn me away if I showed up at your door from time to time?"

"No. No I wouldn't."

"Then my problem is solved, isn't it?"

I kissed him goodnight and headed back to my dorm. There were a dozen messages from Jeff and I tossed them into the trash and then went to bed.

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The next day I was sitting in the reference section of the library when Jeff came up and sat down across from me. I gave him a nasty look and said:

"What do you want?"

"Where have you been? I've called all over trying to find you. Why haven't you returned my calls?"

"I haven't returned your calls because I don't want anything to do with your worthless ass." He looked hurt when I called him a worthless ass and I went on, "How could you walk away from me at that stupid party and let those animals keep doing to me what they were doing? You saw that I was struggling and trying to get up. Why didn't you help me?"

He looked away and mumbled, "They were my brothers, my fraternity brothers."

"And I was your fiancée. Get away from me you worthless piece of shit."

"Are you calling off our engagement?"

"No asshole; you called it off when you walked away from me and left me at their mercy."

"Then you will have to give me my ring back."

"Fuck your ring!"

"You don't understand. It is a family heirloom. It was my great, great grandmother's ring and it has been passed down through the family. If you are breaking up with me I have to have it back."

I had taken off the ring and put it in my purse meaning to throw it in his face - literally - but as soon as I saw how important it was to him I said:

"Good luck in getting it. I threw it off the 14th Street Bridge. Go bob for it. If it didn't sink into the muck on the bottom of the river you just might be able to find it. Now get the fuck out of my sight."

He sat there and whined about the ring so I got up and walked away from him and that afternoon I hit a pawn shop and got $2300 for the ring.

That night when I knocked on Jason's door he let me in and that started an on again off again affair that is still going on to this day.

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I set my plan to hook up with a rich boy off to the side and for the next six months I concentrated on my studies and then fate stepped in. I was in the college book store looking for the text I was going to need for Business Law II when the strap on my book bag broke. The bag fell to the floor and everything spilled out of it. I knelt down to pick things up and a voice said:

"Here, let me help you with that."

"I looked up and into the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen. A quick look showed that the eyes belonged to an extremely attractive guy. He helped me pick my things up and then he said:

"I'm Robert Abbott. My family and friends call me Deuce. I've seen you around, but never have had a chance to meet you. So pardon me for being impulsive, but I might not get another chance to meet you so I need to take advantage of this opportunity. Will you have dinner with me?"

"I think that Amber Pryce would love to have dinner with Robert Abbott."

"Please call me Deuce. I've never cared much for Robert."

"Deuce makes you sound like a gambler - a card shark - so if you don't like Robert I'll call you Bobby."

I had my dinner date with Bobby and before it was over I was hooked. I was on my elbows and knees and Jason had just finished fucking me for the third time when he said:

"You almost seem like you're somewhere else tonight."

"I was just wondering if this might be our last time together."

"Oh yeah? And why is that?"

"I met a guy. I've gone out with him six times now and tomorrow night I'm going to let him go all the way. I think he's the one Jase. I'm going to have to toss my plan to marry a rich guy into the trash. I don't think I can let this one get away."

"And just who is this wonderful guy who is going to cut in on my recreational activity?"

"His name is Bobby Abbott. He is an Engineering student."

"Bobby Abbott? As in Robert Abbott? He wouldn't by any chance also be called Deuce would he?"

"Yes. Do you know him?"

"No, but I know of him. He wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth; his spoon was diamond and ruby encrusted platinum."

"What does that mean?"

"That your plan to get yourself a rich kid is right on track."

"Bobby? Bobby is rich?"

"I can tell that the idea sickens you."

"Oh my. My Bobby wealthy. I never would have believed it."

"Poor baby. You thought you were just going to have to settle for love and now you are being forced to take love and money. Sometimes life just sucks."

"I don't know what to think."

"Think about this" he said as he pushed his cock at my mouth.

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The next night I took the biggest gamble of my life. I told Bobby about Jeff and about what happened at the frat party. He pulled me close and kissed my nose.

"I know about the frat party and I also that it was more of a rape than anything else. I didn't know that Jeff took your cherry, but I hate him because he got to do it instead of me."

"No baby, you didn't want to be first. The first time was "icky" and I wasn't even sure that I liked it."

"And now?"

"It took me a couple of times, but I finally did get into it. Of course there has only been Jeff and those assholes from the frat party so I'm not all that experienced at it."

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"I've decided that I want to try it while looking up into those fantastic blue eyes of yours."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been surer of anything in my life."

I found out that there was a major difference between fucking and making love. Jason fucked me. Bobby made love to me. Jason was hot, hard and fast. Bobby was slow and easy. Bobby took his time and searched my body for places that he could touch, lick and suck that would bring me to a constant state of arousal and keep me there. He spent as much time on foreplay as Jason took to get himself (and me) off. Jason made me scream and beg for him to fuck me harder, but Bobby made me soar and plead with him to never stop and that was before he even entered me. The difference between Bobby and Jason was like night and day and it bears repeating - Jason fucked me and Bobby made love to me.

Bobby and I made love three times. I sucked his cock and he ate my pussy and once we went sixty-nine. It was perfect. Looking up into his blue eyes I knew that I had found where I belonged.

"Well, what do you think? Think we might be onto something here?"

"What I think is that the eyesight of every girl on this campus depends on you. If I catch you with any other girl I'll scratch her eyes out. Once more?"

"I don't know if I can."

I scooted down and just before I took his cock in my mouth I said, "I guess we will just have to see."

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My legs were up on his shoulders and he was driving down hard into me. I'd already had two orgasms and he finally came, pulled out and let my legs down. He laid down beside me and I snuggled into him as he put his arms around me. We cuddled for a bit and then I said:

"Bobby proposed to me last night."

"And what did you say?"

"I said yes."

"And yet you are here."

"I can't help it. I need what you give me."

"Deuce not up to the task?"

"Bobby is marvelous in bed, but making love with him is different from being fucked by you. With you it is hard coupling, almost animalistic, but with Bobby it is soft, tender, very long lasting and I love it. But every once in a while I need to be taken and used and you don't seem to mind doing it."

"So I'm your part time fuck-toy?"

"Don't you take that tone with me. You know full well that you never wanted anything permanent with me. What we have right now suits you just fine."

"True, and while we are on the subject of fuck-toys yours is ready to play again."

I giggled and reached down to grasp his hardening cock and I stroked it a time or two before saying, "Okay fuck-toy, let's play."

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Over the next six months Bobby and I made love four and five times a week and I saw Jason at least once a week - twice if I thought I could do it without making Bobby suspicious. One night I called Jason and asked if I could come over and he said:

"Not tonight sweetie."

"Have I been replaced?"

"You are irreplaceable my love, but yes, I am seeing someone else tonight."

"Serious?"

"Not really. She is married, but is pretty much in the same boat you are in."

"How is that?"

"She loves her husband, he is good in bed, but every once in a while she just needs a good hard fucking. Some of that animalistic sex you were talking about. I've been seeing her for about six months now and I've still managed to fit you in. Tomorrow maybe?"

"Can't. How about Thursday?"

"You got it."

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Bobby took me to meet his family and they seemed to like me. I know his father did. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of me. Every time I looked his way he glanced away and I knew he had been watching me. He was a pretty good looking man and if he was any indication of what my Bobby was going to look like at that age I had picked a winner. His mother and sister were both gorgeous. I had seen his sister around campus and she said she had seen me a time or two. All in all I really liked Bobby's family.

I went shopping with Stephanie one Saturday and we sat in a café and made girl talk and I flat out asked her why a girl who had so much going for her didn't have a swarm of guys hanging around her. She said guys her own age seemed so immature and she had yet to meet an older guy who could hold her attention. I wished her luck.

The next night after Jason had fucked me damned near to exhaustion I asked him what he was looking for in a girl. He said he didn't know, but would know her when he saw her and then he asked me why I wanted to know.

"I think I've found the right girl for you. All I need to do is find some way to get the two of you together."

"Why? What makes you think that she is the right girl for me?"

"She is gorgeous; she comes from money, is intelligent, has a good sense of humor and thinks guys her own age are immature. You are four years older than she is and there is definitely nothing immature about you."

"Why would you ant to set me up with this wondrous woman?"

"She's Bobby's sister and it would be a way of keeping you close."

"What if things click between Bobby's sister and me? Wouldn't you be afraid that I would have no time for you?"

"Oh no lover, you'll always have time for me, won't you?" I asked as I stroked his cock.

"You sexy bitch you" he groaned as he pushed me on my back and entered me.

The problem was how to get Stephanie and Jason together and keep me out of it. I didn't want to chance Bobby knowing that I knew Jason before I met Bobby. In the end it cost me a tire, but it worked. Steph and I met for lunch and when it was over we went back to get into my car and drive back to the campus. As we approached the car I saw that the right rear tire was flat (not surprising since I'd had Jason shove an ice pick through the sidewall). I went to get the spare and a male voice said:

"Let me help you with that."

I turned and said to Jason, "Why thank you sir."

He changed the tire, introduced himself and I could see the interest in his eyes as he looked at Steph. What's more, I saw the interest in her's. He said:

"Could I buy you girls a cup of coffee?"

I was all set to say sorry, but we just finished eating, but before I could Stephanie said, "I'd like that."

Not being stupid I said, "I have a class in fifteen minutes so I have to go."

"Go ahead" Steph said, "I'll find a ride" and I took off and left the two of them there together.

Three nights later when I got together with Jason for an evening of playing he said:

"How did you know that Stephanie would be right for me?"

"I didn't know; it was just a feeling that I had. Things going well?"

"We've been out twice and I'm hooked, but I can't speak for her. But if things work out for us it is going to mean less time for you."

"As long as you don't say you have no time for me" I said as I reached for his cock.

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Things did get serious between Jason and Stephanie and my times with him dropped to about three times a month. By then I was busy planning my wedding with Bobby's mother Beverly and Stephanie. The only family that I had, my mother, was not to be found. She had taken off with one of her lovers shortly after I started college and I had not seen nor heard from her since. But I remembered her advice "to get what you want and not what someone decides to give you." I'd been dirt poor and I hadn't much liked it and I would do whatever I had to do to avoid going back to it.

Whatever else I was, I was a realist. I loved Bobby and I wanted to spend my life with him, but I also loved what Jason could do to me and I did not want to give him up. I wasn't sure how Bobby would take it if he ever found out about Jason, but it was a good bet that he would not take it well. With that thought in mind I began looking for a way to take out some insurance.

Graduation came and Bobby surprised everyone by not going into the family business. He said he wanted to make it on his own and not have things just handed to him. His dad was upset and I jokingly said:

"Not to worry. I graduate next year and by then Bobby and I will be married so I'll be family and I'll go into the family business."

I saw the way Bobby's father looked at me when I said that and what I think I saw was approval. I think he liked the idea.

August was approaching and every August the Abbott family spent two or three weeks at their vacation home at the lake. I was asked to join them, but I had to say no.

"I can't get out of work for that long."

"So quit your job" Bobby's father said.

"I can't. I need the money. The tips are good and my scholarship money only goes so far."

"I'm serious. Quit your job. You can come to work for me as an intern and I'll pay you twenty percent more than you make at that restaurant. It will be good for you. You planned on coming into the business after you graduated anyway, didn't you?"

"It will still mean three weeks of lost wages."

"I'll give you those three weeks as a signing bonus. It seems to work for pro athletes so why not for a business?"

So I said yes and gave two weeks notice at the restaurant which surprised the hell out of them. They were used to people leaving with no notice, but I had learned a long time ago not to burn any unnecessary bridges. You never knew. I could be looking for a job again some day and it wouldn't hurt to have them think well of me.

There were only four of us going to the lake since Stephanie had gone off to Europe on a class tour. In a way it upset me because with Steph gone I could have spent more time with Jason, but I had locked myself into going to Sunnyvale before I knew that Steph wouldn't be there.

My first day at Sunnyvale (that's what the Abbott's called their summer home) Bobby handed me a box and said:

"This for you to wear while you are here at the lake."

I opened the box and found the skimpiest bathing suit that I had ever seen.

"It's called a "wicked weasel" Bobby said, "and I'm dying to see you in it."

"Are you sure you want me parading around in this thing?"

"Absolutely positively."

I'm not ashamed of my body and I do have a streak of the exhibitionist in me so I put it on and wore it out onto the patio. Beverly whistled and said:

"My God! I have to get me one of those so I can compete."

Bobby's dad didn't say a word - the ?boner' in his trousers said it all. The weather was perfect and I spent a lot of time in bathing suits - both my regular bikini and the ?wicked weasel' and every time I looked towards Bobby's dad I saw him looking at me and I saw the outline of the hard lump in his trousers.

I'm not sure that what happened would have happened if Bobby hadn't gotten drunk out of his mind. We were out in the speed boat and had pulled into the marina on the other side of the lake for gas and met some other couples our age. We ended up partying with them and Bobby got blitzed. So blitzed that some of the other guys thought they could make a run on me and get away with it. I went along with it up to a point, but only a point. Bobby was my man and I wasn't going to cheat on him (forget Jason - that was a special circumstance). I teased; I flirted and I swapped some tongue and let them get some cheap feels, but just when they thought they were going to get some I loaded Bobby into the boat and headed home to Sunnyvale. I managed to get him into the house and into bed, but I was still awake and horny from the messing around I had done.

I was sitting out on the patio and looking out at the lake when the idea came to me. Beverly was back in the city taking care of some problem or other that had come up. Stephanie was on the other side of the big pond and Bobby was passed out in the bedroom. That left Bobby's dad and me and I remembered how his dad kept watching me and I remembered the stiffies he always seemed to have when he looked at me. The more I thought about my idea the more sure I was that it would work. And if it didn't? Who would tell? It certainly wouldn't be me and I somehow didn't think that my future daddy in law would say anything either.

I quietly entered daddy in laws bedroom and saw in the light from the hallway before I closed the door that daddy slept naked and on top of the sheets. I was careful not to wake him as I got into bed with him. I didn't want him aware of anything until it was too late and he was committed. I took his cock in my mouth and started giving him a blow job. After about a minute he moaned:

"Oh Bev, that feels great."

He thought I was Bev and that was even better than what I'd hoped for. I swung over him in a sixty-nine and lowered my pussy toward his face. I was totally surprised when he worked his way into position and stuck his tongue out to lick my slit. I pushed my pussy down at his face and he went to work on me like a starving man. It was a new experience for me. Bobby would eat my pussy, but he didn't really like to do it. He did it more to get blow jobs than to satisfy me and of course Jason never got to do it to me because all we ever seemed to do was fuck. Bobby's dad sure didn't hesitate. He gave me an orgasm! He actually got me off with his mouth! I was still trembling from the strength of my climax when he moved behind me and entered me doggie.

I was hot and I wanted a hard cock in me in the worst way and so I slammed my ass back at him and felt his cock drive up into me. He fucked me hard and gave me a second climax and then a third before he shot his cream deep inside me. No way I wanted to quit then so I got into another sixty-nine and went for his cock. He dug into my pussy with his mouth. He had cum in me and he still went after me with his mouth! I couldn't believe it! I pushed my pussy down hard against his mouth and he sucked himself out of me as I brought his cock up erect and then he fucked me to two more orgasms before I'd had enough and snuggled up next to him.

I set the alarm on my watch for five-thirty and when it went off I reached for my future father in laws cock and worked on until he started to stir and then I went into my act. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed loudly. He opened his eyes and saw me.

"What are you doing in Bobby's bed?"

"This isn't Deuce's bed, it's mine."

"Oh God. How did I get here?"

He said he didn't know and I scrambled out of bed, gathered up my clothes and ran from the room. Bobby was still out of it when I got to our room, as I knew he would be. Whenever he gets bombed he never gets up before nine or ten unless someone wakes him up. I slid into bed next to him, napped for a bit and then woke him with a blow job at eight. We made leisurely love until I reminded him that he had agreed to go to a hot rod show with some of the guys we met yesterday. He put on a burst of speed, got us both off and then hurriedly dressed. I told him I wasn't feeling well and was going to stay home so he kissed me and took off.

Leaving me alone with his dad.

It was funny the way his dad kept saying that we couldn't and that it wouldn't be right and that we shouldn't be doing it while all the time his hard cock said that he didn't know what he was talking about. We fucked all afternoon and by the time Bobby got home I had his dad wrapped around my little finger. Daddy didn't know it, but he was going to be spending a lot of time in his future daughter in laws pussy.

The vacation ended and we went back to the city. I started my new job working for my future father in law and after I had been there a week I showed up in his office at lunch time. We ended up in a motel for a long lunch and after that Bobby's daddy and I got it on at least twice a week.

The night of Bobby's bachelor party I was having a bachelorette party with Bobby's daddy and then to cement things I sucked daddy's cock two hours before I walked down the aisle to marry his son.

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The honeymoon was great and I'm sure that Bobby will never forget how I fucked him into total exhaustion every night we were on Maui. I'm sure that he thought he had worn me out also. I wonder how surprised he would be to find out that I had enough left to fuck his dad into a ruin on our first day back and then destroy Jason on the third.

And then my plan came together. Five weeks after returning from our honeymoon I told Bobby I was pregnant. I swear, that boy acted like he'd just won the Nobel Prize. What I didn't tell Bobby was that the baby wasn't his. I went off the pill two months before the wedding, but whenever I made love to Bobby or fucked Jason or Bobby's father I had my diaphragm in. Until after the honeymoon. Then only Daddy Abbott got to plow my fertile fields without protection.

Bobby would father all the rest of our children, but my first born would be my insurance against ever living poor again. If Bobby ever wanted to get rid of me - and he might since I wasn't going to give up Jason and I could possibly get caught - I'd have a little talk with Daddy Abbott who would no doubt see to it that I did not walk away empty handed. I was sure that he wouldn't want his wife and son to see the DNA test or know about his dalliance with his son's wife. Which by the way is still continuing. Daddy Abbott just loves fucking his pregnant daughter in law.

The Wedding Planner chp. 13

The Wedding Planner chp. 13 [part 13 of 15]
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

As she settled in behind her desk on Monday morning she thought about her weekend. Jake had come home from his trip to Atlanta Friday evening and he had wanted to play. For the first time in months he was actually the first one to use her pussy. Dan had been out of town and there had been no other way for her to get herself laid before going home to Jake. As Jake did her she realized how much she hated giving Jake her body unless someone else had used it first. She knew she had to do it in order to keep him happy while she stabbed him in the back time after time after time, but she still didn't like it.

She was glad that it would soon be over. He would get his promotion and that would trigger the divorce and she would be rid of him. Her plan was simple. Harvey would tell her when they were giving Jake the promotion. The night before he received it she would feed him her pussy with another man's cum still inside of it and the next day when he came home beaming over his promotion she would hit him with the divorce papers. When the divorce was final she would hand Jake her little black book and explain to him what it was. Then it would be time to start a new life. Knowing that it would soon be over helped make sex with Jake bearable over the rest of the weekend.

Her day was fairly busy as she worked on the details for the two conventions that would take place that week. There was no wedding scheduled for the weekend which was probably a good thing since Jake would be home all week. With things finally coming together for her she could do without the argument that staying out for the rehearsal dinner would bring (to say nothing of having to go to the wedding if she didn't score at the rehearsal). She was only weeks away from it being over so she would try and keep things calm and easy. At two Marci called her and said that Dan wanted to see her.

"Is he in a good mood?" she asked Marci when she got to Dan's office.

"He seems to be and from the way he is acting I'm betting that he probably horny to."

"Why aren't you in there taking care of him?"

"Only when asked girlfriend, only when asked. Go on in."

Dan looked up at her and smiled when she walked into his office. "Two quick things sweetie; I have a friend I would like you to spend the afternoon with tomorrow. Is your desk clear enough to handle it?"

"As it looks right now I should be free."

"Good, good. The other thing is a little more immediate" he said as he stood up and pulled his zipper down. "I need some relief and I can't wait for this afternoon. You won't mind if I take you bent over my desk will you?"

She had to laugh at that. "You sure are a silver tongued devil" she said as she pulled her skirt up, pushed down her panty and stepped out of it. Dan walked to the door and stuck his head outside long enough to say "No interruptions Marci" and then he closed the door and locked it.

While he was doing that she pushed aside what Dan had on the desk and then leaned over it and rested on her elbows. "Go easy" she said, "I'm not wet."

"I was a Boy Scout sweetie; be prepared and all that shit" and he opened the top drawer of his desk and took out a tube of KY Jelly. He coated his cock with some and then used his fingers to lube her up. Dan lined his cock up with her slit and she pushed back as he pressed forward and his cockhead slid into her.

"A little eager are we?" he asked.

"You seemed to be in a hurry and I just wanted to help."

The playful banter quickly turned into moans as Dan's hard cock speared into her. There were worse ways to start your work day she thought as the heat built up in her. Bent forward over the desk she was on her toes and not able to get much in the way of leverage, but even so she pushed back as best she could to meet Dan's thrusts.

"Oh Jesus Dan, yes, yes, yes" she moaned as she felt the orgasm.

The orgasm brought contractions and her cunt muscles squeezed Dan's cock and that made him cum. As he pulled his softening cock out of her he said:

"Thanks sweetie; I really did need that."

She turned, went to her knees and licked the wetness off of Dan's cock and then looked up at him and smiled as she said:

"I hope that this was just the appetizer."

"Oh you do, do you? I guess I'll just have to make sure that there is a room available this afternoon."

"I hope that's a promise. Jake is home all week and I really do love taking him a freshly fucked pussy."

Dan did meet her that afternoon and he fucked her twice before sending her home to her husband. That evening as Jake licked her clit she thought about how she was going to give him a pussy with fresh cum in it soon and the idea turned her on so much that her body gave a little shiver. Jake looked up from what he was doing and said:

"Like that, do you?"

She grabbed his head and pulled it to her pussy and growled, "Hell no I don't like it - I love it!"

Tuesday there was no sex with Dan because he wouldn't send her used to anyone he set her up with. She got an envelope with grand in it for an afternoon with Dan's friend from Cleveland and then had two orgasms that night when Jake ate her pussy.

Wednesday turned into a busy day for her as she got involved with two unions that were in a "turf" war over work being done to set up Ballroom A and the Aspen Room for a convention. When she left work and headed home she hoped that Jake wouldn't want sex that night. She hated having sex with him unless she was giving him "used" pussy.

He was on the phone when she walked in the door and she heard him say, "Got to go. The wife is home. I'll talk with you later."

When he hung up she thought for a second that he had a guilty look on his face. Probably talking to one of his honeys arranging to see her on his next trip. The thought that he might have been talking to one of his whores pissed her off and she said:

"You're on your own for dinner tonight. I have a hell of a headache and I'm going straight to bed. There are plenty of leftovers in the fridge" and she headed for the bedroom.

The rest of the week flew by. She took care of one of Dan's friends on Thursday and Dan himself on Friday, but both nights Jake didn't come to bed until after she had fallen asleep.

Saturday night she went with Jake to his company Christmas party which was being held in the warehouse section of the building where Jake worked. Both Harvey and Bobby were there, but she had to pretend that she didn't know them. They sat at the head table and she and Jake and another couple were at a table toward the back. As they walked by the head table Pam saw her and winked at her.

About halfway through the evening she saw Harvey get up and head toward the bathrooms so she got up to go to the ladies room. She was in the hall when Harvey came out of the men's room and she looked both ways to make sure that no one else was around and then she asked:

"Is there some place we can go for a quickie? I want to do it while Jake is so close."

He laughed, "There is that deliciously slutty mind at work again" and he took her hand and led her to a door. "This is the production manager's office. You want it bent over the desk or lying on it?" he said as he closed and locked the door behind him.

"Whatever will be the quickest for you."

"On your back then."

She raised her skirt and pushed down her panties and stepped out of them. She lifted herself up on the desk and waited for Harvey to step out of his trousers. He moved up to the desk, lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and slowly started to ease his cock into her pussy as she moaned and cooed:

"Oh yes lover; oh yes!"

As Harvey was unlocking the door she said, "Have Bobby meet me here in thirty minutes."

"I don't know if he can get away from Pam."

"Ask him and if he doesn't show he doesn't show, but I would like to give Jake pussy tonight that has been used by both you and Bobby. Is Tony here?"

"No. He doesn't like these kinds of affairs so I gave him the night off."

"Oh well, I would have liked doing the three of you, but I guess I'll just have to settle for what I can get."

When she got back to the table Jake was talking to some guy she didn't recognize about sales ratios and quotas or some such thing and it didn't seem like he even missed her. Ten minutes after she got back he moved over to a table with three other guys were sitting and started talking business and he hadn't come back by the time for her to head for the production manager's office to see if Bobby were there.

The door was locked and she tapped on it lightly twice and seconds later Harvey opened the door and beyond him she could see Bobby. Bobby already had his pants off and his hard on was bobbing in anticipation.

"Hurry" Bobby said, "I need to get back to Pam before she misses me."

"Oh oh" she thought as she stepped out of her panties for the second time that night, "Does not sound like Bobby and Pam have discussed the open marriage thing." But Bobby was hard and ready and she decided that she would worry about Pam later. She got up on the desk and Bobby lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and slid his cock into her. As Bobby's cock entered her Harvey positioned himself so he could get his cock into her mouth. Bobby fucked her fast and furious and he came before she was even close to an orgasm. He pulled out and said:

"Sorry baby, but I have to get back before I'm missed."

He pulled on his pants and headed for the door. Harvey followed him and locked the door after Bobby left and then he cam back and took Bobby's place between her legs. He brought her to orgasm, got himself off and then said:

"I think we need to get back. I'll be in town Wednesday and Thursday. Can you fit me in?"

She laughed. "Into my busy schedule or into me?"

"You know damned well what I'm asking."

"Maybe in the afternoons, but the evenings are out. Jake is supposed to be in town all week."

"I'll take care of that. Figure on the evenings."

Back at the table it was obvious that Jake hadn't missed her and even though she had reached the point where she could hardly stand to look at him it still pissed her off that he ignored her.

Then she had a thought - a bad thought. She had not planned for what happened with Harvey and Bobby. She would need to get clean before getting Jake to go down on her. She could get most of it with paper towels in the bathroom, but she wouldn't be able to get the stuff up inside her - the stuff that would flow down as she walked and danced and stood around talking or when she got excited and her own juices started flowing. She would need her douche bag to get really clean, but how to do that without making Jake wonder why? She didn't see any way that she could do it. As much as she hated letting a chance to feed Jake used pussy go by she would just have to take a pass on having sex with Jake when she got home.

She was at the punch bowl filling her glass when Pam joined her and asked:

"Are you doing anything special for lunch on Monday?"

"No. As far as I know I don't have anything on for Monday."

"Have lunch with me at Marco's at noon?"

Can do that."

"Good. I need to talk to you. I have a problem and you seem to have the touch when it comes to helping me with my problems."

"What kind of problems?"

"Bobby problems. Got to go. See you Monday."

Back at the table Jake asked, "Why were you talking to that blond bimbo?"

"Who? Pam? How do you know she's a bimbo?"

"Cause she's married to that asshole son of the boss."

"He is an asshole so it is automatic that she is a bimbo?"

"Yeah. Why were you talking to her?"

"Just making conversation. She introduced herself and said she was trying to meet new people. Said she felt weird sitting at the head table and not knowing another soul in the building. She seems nice. I don't know why you think she's a bimbo."

"What other kind would the dipshit marry?"

"You certainly don't sound like a big fan of his."

"I'm not. I'm busting my ass to go somewhere in this company and that little turd just walks in and becomes a vice-president for no other reason than he is the owner's brat."

"If he is a VP then somewhere along the way you are going to be working for him and you would be wise to hide your dislike or you just might find yourself out on your ass."

"I can't help it. The dipshit just grinds on me."

As soon as Jake said that she knew that she was going to take a chance and let him eat her pussy when they got home. What could be better than letting him have a taste of someone he disliked so much. If she could get a couple of more drinks in him - strong ones, doubles or even triples - he might not even notice that it wasn't her natural juices he was licking up. If she got enough booze in him he might not be able to screw her, but she didn't care about that anyway. What did it for her was Jake eating her pussy after someone else had played in it.

She managed to get enough alcohol in Jake to get him in the condition she wanted him in, but by then she was in no condition to drive so she had to call a cab to get them home from the party. Jake was ambulatory - just barely - and she got him into the house and up to the bedroom. She helped him undress and then she undressed herself and pulled him onto the bed with her.

"Get me ready baby, get me wet and ready."

She guided his head to her pussy and he licked and sucked and never said a word about how wet and juicy she was or about the taste. She wished that she hadn't cleaned out what she had. It would have been just marvelous for Jake to have sucked it all up.

Sunday Jake was an absolute bear! He had the mother of all hangovers and she just stayed out of his way all day and that evening he went to bed before she did and he was sound asleep when she slid onto the bed next to him.

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Pam was already at the restaurant when she got there.

"Thanks for coming Fran. I really do appreciate it."

"So what is this Bobby problem you have?"

"I don't think he likes being married to a slut. I would have thought that after the night at your place and the limo ride after he would know what he was getting for a wife. For Christ's sake Fran, he drove the limo while his father and Tony tried to fuck me senseless on the back seat and seven hours later he married me anyway."

"You haven't talked about it with him?"

"Every time I try and bring it up he changes the subject or gets up and goes somewhere."

"You were alone for two weeks on your honeymoon and it was never mentioned?"

"Not once. The last word on the subject was at the end of the limo ride. Bobby pulled up and parked and said, "We're here" and I said, "Just a couple of more minutes; I need to finish these guys" and Bobby said, "Damn!" All we did on our honeymoon was play and make love. It was like we had an unspoken agreement not to say anything until the honeymoon was over. Now the honeymoon is over and I can't get him to talk about it. When he got back from this last trip I told him about our little party and he didn't say anything; he just got up and left the room."

"I wish I'd known all this the night that you, I and Marci partied."

"Why?"

"I would have left Bobby alone at the Christmas party."

"You did Bobby at the party?"

"Bobby and Harvey both."

"And your husband was there? Did he join in?"

"Not hardly. I guess you don't know about Jake."

She told Pam about what was going on where Jake was concerned and why she did what she was doing.

"So you did Bobby and Harvey and then went home and fucked your husband?"

"He had so much booze in him that he couldn't get it up, but I had him eat my pussy. I just wish I hadn't cleaned most of Bobby and Harvey out of me before going home."

"But the fact is that Bobby did do you and that means that his mindset isn't "We are married now so no more of this playing around stuff."

"He did rush a bit and he said the reason was that he had to get back to you before you missed him."

"Why? That doesn't make sense. Why would he want to hide it from me when I'd already told him what I had done with you and Marci?"

"I don't know Pam; that is something that you are going to have to pull out of Bobby."

"How? I can't get him to talk to me about it."

"Then we will just have to put him in a situation where he will have to talk about it. I've an idea, but I'll probably have to involve Harvey."

"You worked miracles for me last time so I'm going to trust that you can do it again."

"No promises Pam, but I'll try."

She had been back at her desk about an hour when Jake called her and told her he was going to have to fly to Atlanta that afternoon. She had been expecting the call since Harvey had told he would be in town during the week and would see to it that Jake wouldn't be a problem. The news didn't bother her since Dan was out of the office for the day and he hadn't set her up with anyone. If Jake was home he would have wanted sex and she would have had to avoid it somehow since her new posture was that Jake only got used pussy and it looked as if the day was going to be a bust as far as her being "used" was concerned. But then again Jake wasn't going to be home and it was also her policy to get laid every night that Jake was out of town. She smiled and picked up the phone and punched in a number.

"Hey Marci; doing anything tonight?

To be continued.

new insurance, new dr, and a new experience

new insurance, new dr, and a new experience
By: Paul Williams (paul_bi_williams@yahoo.com)

New insurance, new Dr. and a new experience By Paul Williams Paul_bi_williams@yahoo.com

This is a multi part story with the first three chapters completed. If you are under 18 or offended by adult themes please don't read.

This story has taken me some time; please tell me what you think by sending me an email. Oh, and please vote!

Part of the story is true.

Chapter 1

Change, well change is not something that I have learned to appreciate nor do I enjoy having change in my personal life. Still, I felt pretty lucky to have a pay check coming in every other week even though my job was becoming less fun. Still having a job is better than not having a job.

Last week my boss Jack told me that there would be come changes coming soon. Jack told me that the first change was having a new insurance company. Last year the insurance premium jumped up 56% and this year the insurance company tied to jack the rates up another 62%. Our CEO told the insurance company to find a new fool. The good news was that even though we would be changing insurance companies the benefits would remain the same. He then told me that he had the perfect doctor and that I needed to get into see her asap. Our CEO wants to focus on preventative health care and this doctor was the key to making our office healthier. Jack then gave me her number and woman caller to make an appointment.

Later on in the day I had made an appointment to see the doctor. The receptionist asked me if I could come by the office at eight. Cool, I like being the first patient as most doctors get behind during the day and I hate waiting around.

I arrived home around six and my beautiful wife Heather walked in about twenty minutes after me. I told her about the changes at my job and that our insurance was going to change. She asked me if we could still see our family doctor to which I told her no and gave her the number for new doctor. She told me that she would be make an appointment for later on during the week, and I told her I'd appointment for tomorrow.

Even after a long day of work Heather looked pretty sex. Recently, she changed the color of her hair by added a little amber hue. We both are working out which has boosted our sex life. I think with Heather feeling sexier she has started to crave sex. Now it's Heather who initiates our lovemaking. One added benefits that I also noticed was that her skirt have become a little shorter, which of course I encouraged. I also got her to wear sheer or non padded bras. I love it when we go out and she's wearing a thigh blouse with her nipples straining against her blouse. One of my greatest accomplishments with Heather was that I finally I broke her cover pantyhose habit. Today my hot wife wears thigh highs for the most part as she is more comfortable wearing thigh highs.

We both were happy in our marriage but Heather was talking about having kids. We were pretty successful and out of debt, except for the usual mortgage and one car payment. I paid off my car two years ago in Heather's would be paid off in December. We're both pretty financially conservative, and never racked up any credit card debt. In a way that kind of bothered us both as the media talked about how people were walking away from eighty thousand dollars in credit card bills, and a house that was underwater. We started to wonder if we should have been smarter by racked up a lot of credit card bills then walk away from the mortgage and credit card bills. I'm not saying that a lot of people did this on purpose. Just say it would've been nice and easier to get a couple things for free. I'm also not discounting the fact that a lot of people are struggling. Anyway this has become a little fantasy of ours. We dream what we would purchase while trying to rack up eighty thousand dollars in credit card bills, owning a 10,000 square foot house, and three cars to which we walk away from paying for. In our little way this was our free entertainment, a fantasy, which led up to some great sex. And yes I know that the media overhyped some of the extremes cases, as I'm sure no one was able to get ahead by walking away from their debt.

After all the discussion about my job, dinner, cleaning up, well we both were too tired for sex that night.

The next morning I did my normal routine by shaved, shower, ate a quick breakfast, grabbed a cup of coffee and off to the races. My first stop was visiting the new doctor's office.

The medical building looked nice and on the inside still had that new building scent, but was quickly distracted by the sexy office staff as they all were extremely good-looking. I told the receptionist who I was she in a bunch of paperwork, and told me to take a seat and fill out the paperwork.

A couple minutes later, a gorgeous dark-haired beauty called my name and led me to a patient room. She took my paperwork and told me to take a seat. Next she took my blood pressure, temperature, and has a couple questions. Next she handed me a gown to wear until me to undress. Then she left me to undress and change into my gown.

Finally after a 20 minute wait, the doctor walks into my room. I was kind of stunned; no, in shock! In shock was a better word to describe my state of mind. I'm guessing that my doctor is was 5 foot six, and wearing a blue sleeveless sundress that had to be 5 inches above her knee. Her boots clicking on the floor drew my eyes to her feet, then her pantyhose legs.

Disappointment, that was my emotion of the moment when I realized she was wearing pantyhose and not thigh highs.

She held out her hand, "I'm Dr. Luke and you must be Mr. Williams?"

This woman was gorgeous, and the fact that she was dressed a little slutty really turned me on. Why was she walking over to me? Couldn't she see how uncomfortable I was wearing this little robe? I tried to stand up to great her but she insisted that I stay seated.

One of my fetishes is for women to wear hosiery and my second fetish was pokies. Even though she was wearing a dress I swear that I could see her nipples harden. It wasn't all that cold in the room and in my mind her hard nipples were caused by me and not her being cold.

Needless to say that my garment was doing nothing to concealed my growing erection.

I watched as she sat down and everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, because when she sat down her skirt rode pretty high allowing me to enjoy a panty shot. Well, it would've been a panty shot if she was wearing panties. I swear that I could see a little landing strip under sheer pantyhose.

Now, I was supporting a raging hard on as my mind processed that erotic image.

It didn't help my cause checking her out. However, my eyes had a mind of their own as they were glued to her legs and when I looked up: busted. Dr Luke smiled and we both knew that I was busted checking out her toned legs. I could tell that she worked out. Is there anything sexier than seeing a woman's calf muscles flex under her hose? I took a deep breath when tried to focus on something else.

Dr. Luke started asking the basic questions about my medical history, how I was feeling, and then my family's medical history. While she was busy taking notes I used that time to peek at her legs again. Sure, I knew giving her legs a second thorough visual inspection wouldn't help my state of mind but at this point my little head was doing all my thinking. Sure enough, when I looked up Dr. Luke had caught me again.

After about 20 minutes, she told me stand up and lie down on the exam table. Then she could begin her physical examination. Standing up was pretty embarrassing and even more humiliating was lying down on the table. It was pretty embarrassing because laying on my back my erection was clearly visible. I was pitching a big tent.

Somehow she didn't seem to notice my erection, or maybe she didn't mind?

For some reason she had me extend my arm out and when she moved closer her thigh came in contact with my hand. Was she doing this on purpose? Rock hard was an understatement. I could feel her muscles moving as she swayed while continuing with her examination. For some strange reason she didn't mind having my hand on her thigh, and when I looked down there was now a wet spot at the top of my tent.

Then she pulled away and walked over to the counter. She opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of gloves. I had no idea what she would be doing with those gloves.

Dr. Luke smiled at me and said, "I'm going to do a quick prostate exam as our records show that you have not had one yet."

Now my fear was coming true, which put me in a totally mortified state of mind. After all, I never had an exam like this before. Worse yet was that I had no idea what she was about to do to me. What I did know, is that I didn't want Dr. Luke to uncover my erection. I wasn't sure how she would react.

Horrified, I watch Dr. Luke apply a generous amount of lube on to her fingers.

Next she moved between my legs, lifting up my examination gown, now there was no denying the fact what we both knew, but I was too afraid to tell her.

"Impressive," Dr. Luke softly said with a smile on her face.

I then felt the tip of her finger searching for my entrance. When she found it I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Dr. Luke slowly started to work her finger into me. The sensations of having her finger in my ass were totally new to me. At first having her finger in me was a little uncomfortable, but as I relaxed somehow what she was doing started to feel good. Surprisingly what she was doing to me was actually pleasurable.

I look up at her she and Dr. Luke was actually smiling. She seemed to be enjoying this.

Dr. Luke moaned, "I think you might enjoy this."

The sensations that her finger was giving me started to changed and became much more sexual.

"What I'm starting to do now is using my finger to examine your prostate. There's nothing to be embarrassed by as a lot of men enjoy this."

Something cold started running down my shaft.

Dr. Luke smiled, "And by the looks of things I can see that you're enjoying this."

Even though I knew what was running down my cock I still had to look for visual conformation. What I saw was pre-come oozing out of my cock, coating my shaft, and when I looked up at Dr. Luke well she was licking her lips. Her eyes were totally focused on my cock, and the more that she massaged my prostate and more cum leaked out of my cock.

The sensation was overwhelming, and to my horror I felt my orgasm starting to build. Somehow I had to hold off till she was finished with her exam but the more that I tried to fight it the more pleasurable it became. My own doctor had complete control over my body worse yet was that my body was responding to her touch.

Then it happened.

My head started to spin from all the pleasure Dr. Luke was giving me. Oh how I love feeling those million little needles tingling in my head and feet and when I looked down it was too late as the first thick stream of cum shot out of my cock, landing on my chest.

"That's a good boy, give it to me. Let me see all that cum."

I couldn't believe that she didn't even have to touch my cock. My chest was covered in thick streams of cum even after only five streams. By the sixth stream should out but only made it as far as my belly button.

"Well, that is pretty good. I have to say that your prostate responds well to stimulation." Dr. Luke said that she pulled her finger out of me. "I will need to see you tomorrow. By the way I'm seeing your wife later today."

What, when did my wife make an appointment? Why did I have to come back for a second appointment? More importantly why did she want to see "us" tomorrow? Dr. Luke was about to leave the room, "Please dress and somebody would be with me in a minute or two."

"What just happened?" I thought to myself while getting dressed. This wasn't something sexual, as it was an exam there for my wife to get upset with me.

finished

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Card Night

Card Night
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

I find myself in a most interesting situation. My wife is screwing another man and I am screwing that man's wife. I'm not supposed to know about my wife and the other man, she doesn't know about me and the other man's wife, but the man and his wife know all about each other, but the man doesn't know that I know he knows about me and his wife. Confused? So was I for a while.

To understand the circumstances that led to the situation we have to go back ten years to the time my wife and I decided to move from a large city to a small town. While living in the city we formed the habit of going out every Friday night for dinner and for breakfast every Sunday morning. We decided that we wanted to maintain that same life style in the small town, but there was a problem. In the city we had literally dozens of restaurants to chose from, but in the small town, only six. It did not take us long to discover that of the six, only two were worth going to. Both were open seven days a week, but one was only open for breakfast and lunch while the other served all three meals. We got in the habit of going to one for the morning meal and to the other for dinner. As is common in small towns you get to know everyone, if not by name at least by sight and you find yourself saying hello and good morning to people you have never met, but see all the time.

One morning, about eight years after starting our breakfast routine, we were sitting in the restaurant when a man and woman we had never seen before came in and took the table opposite us. The man was nice looking, but nothing exceptional; the woman on the other hand was something else. A five foot one inch bleached blonde with a set of 40DD's, she had every male eye in the place on her. She had on enough makeup for six girls, and had on so much gaudy jewelry that if she'd fallen down it would have taken a crane to get her back up. I didn't realize I was staring until my wife kicked me under the table and said:

"You had better put on a seat belt before you fall out of that chair."

The woman exuded sex, in a slutty way, and it didn't matter how hard you tried to avoid looking at her your eyes always came back.

During the next year we saw them maybe three out of every five times we went into the restaurant and eventually reached the good morning nod stage. We never again saw her looking as trashy as she had the first time, but it was still hard to keep your eyes off those tits. My wife took to referring to the woman as my "girlfriend", you know, "Don't look now, but here comes your girlfriend" or maybe, "It's your lucky day sweetie, your girl friend just got here." My wife really milked it, once going as far as to ask me if I wanted to change seats with her so I could get a better view. I do have to be honest - I did enjoy looking at the woman and it didn't piss off my wife, so I did.

One Sunday morning as we sipped our coffee, having just ordered our meal, my wife sat up and waved someone over. I gave her a look and she said:

"The place is full and there isn't any other place available, they can sit with us."

I turned to see the man and woman heading our way, the 40DD's leading the way. My wife smiled at me and asked, "You want her sitting across from you or next to you?"

I snorted and said, "Either way I lose. Across from me she'll think I'm rude for staring, and next to me I won't be able to see them."

When they reached our table Candy said:

"We've seen you in here so often that we ought to know you and it doesn't look like you'll get seated anytime soon, so why don't you join us?"

They accepted and introduced themselves as Fran and Joe. Following the introductions we got down to exchanging information; Fran was in real estate and Joe was a mechanic for the local Ford dealer. Immediately a friendly rivalry developed between Joe and me, him being a Ford man and me being a dyed in the wool Chevy man. Candy and Fran also found some common ground and we engaged in small talk until our meals arrived. It turned out that they only lived four blocks from us and they loved to play cards. Following breakfast, as we all got up to leave, Candy invited them over for dinner and cards some night and Fran said she would call later in the week and set up a night to do it. On the way home I asked Candy why she had done that and she had laughed at me and said:

"Just another opportunity to embarrass you, my love."

We had them over on the next Friday and it turned out to be worse than I expected. We all liked double-decked pinochle and we were pretty much the same caliber of player so to make things interesting we swapped partners after every game. That meant that in one game out of every three Fran sat across from me. The problem was that she was wearing an extremely low cut blouse and her tits drove me to distraction and made it very hard for me to concentrate on my cards - and everyone at the table knew it. Every time I got paired with Fran we got beat. At the end of the evening we decided that we would like to do it again and the following Friday found us at their house.

Fran greeted us at the door and I knew immediately that I was in trouble; she was wearing a mini skirt and a tank top and she didn't have on a bra. The first game was Candy and I against the home team and Candy and I won. The second game was Joe and I against the girls and the guys won. The third game paired Fran and I, but before the game started Fran got up and left the room coming back a moment later wearing an overcoat buttoned up to the top:

"Now maybe I'll have a chance to be on the winning side."

Everyone broke out laughing, except me of course, I just turned beet red.

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The card games and dinner became a weekly affair and each week it seemed as if Fran went out of her way to embarrass me, and she usually succeeded, much to the merriment of Joe and Candy. One night, about four months after we started our weekly dinners, I was in the kitchen with Fran helping with the dishes. She turned to me and said:

"Have you figured it out yet?"

"Figured out what?" I asked.

"That I enjoy teasing you with my tits. That it turns me on so much that I practically rape Joe as soon as you are gone."

I admitted that I'd not caught on and she turned to me and pulled her blouse up. She was bra-less and I saw her nipples for the first time - the things had to be an inch long. She laughed and pulled her blouse back down, "Let's see you concentrate on your cards now."

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The following Monday I found out that Candy was fucking Joe. It was lunchtime at work and I joined two guys at a table in the cafeteria. They were talking about sexual prowess and Tom said:

"Take my brother-in-law now. He's got the sexiest looking wife in town, she's got world class tits, at least 40's, but is she enough for him? Nah! He's got two broads on the side and every day at lunchtime he grabs a van, he works at the Ford dealer, and he picks up one of his honeys and they spend the lunch hour in the back of the van. One's a blonde and the other is a great looking redhead with legs that go all the way up to her ears. Both of them are married, but the poor saps they are married to don't have a clue."

I sat there, frozen to my chair, and I've no idea why because it could have been anybody else, but I had a very bad feeling about it. Joe worked for the Ford dealer, Fran had world class tits, and Candy was a red head with very long legs. The rest of the day was not a very good one for me. When I got home that night I observed Candy, looking for any sign, anything that could confirm or deny what deep inside I prayed would not be true, but of course I saw nothing.

The next day I left work at lunchtime and drove over to where my wife worked and parked where I could see the front door and the parking lot. Her lunchtime came and went, but nothing happened. Must have been the blonde's day I thought. I did the same thing the next day and with the same results. I'd been there fifteen minutes on the third day and had just about convinced myself that Candy wasn't the redhead when a Ford van with dealer plates pulled into the parking lot. My heart sank when Candy came out and got in. I followed them to the zoo parking lot and they parked in the back of the lot away from all the rest of the cars. I parked where I could keep my eye on the van and no one got out. I thought I could see the van rocking, but it may have just been heat waves coming off the pavement. Forty-five minutes later I followed the van back and watched Candy get out and then lean back in and kiss the driver. I followed the van back to the dealership and was in position to see the driver when he got out - it was Joe.

That night I raced home from work so I could be there when Candy got home. I told her that for some reason I hadn't been able to think of anything but her all day and I was horny as hell. I tried to get her in bed so I could see if she was wet (well, they could have just been talking in the van), but she put me off until she could take a shower. As soon as the shower was steamed up and her back was turned I went to the clothes hamper and got out her panties and, to me at least, there was no mistaking the stain in the crotch pad. It didn't come as a great shock, I knew what I was going to find, but I had hoped against hope that I wouldn't.

I went downstairs and fixed myself a drink and then went into the den and thought about it. I wanted to do something to get back at Candy and Joe, but what? The best I could come up with to get back at Joe, and not go to jail for assault, was to make sure that Fran found out what he was doing. I'd take care of Candy later. Five minutes later a naked Candy came into the den:

"I expected to find you on the bed waiting for me."

I looked up at her and then took a sip of my drink, "I don't know, the mood's gone."

She walked toward me, "I can get it back," and of course, she did.

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The next day I called Fran at her real estate office and asked her to meet me for lunch. As soon as we had ordered I hit her with it, "Your husband is having an affair with Candy!"

She looked me right in the eye and said, "And?"

Her answer caught me completely off guard and then she said, "I know all about Joe and Candy and I've known since they started seeing each other six weeks ago."

Fran saw the look on my face and knew instantly what I was thinking, "I'm not upset because Joe has my permission to spread it around as long as he always comes home to me, just like I have his permission to do the same."

I was shocked, "You mean...," but Fran cut me off, "That's right baby. Joe can have all the extra pussy he wants and I can have all the cock I want. The only rules are we have to tell each other what we are doing and we always have to be there for each other."

I sat opposite Fran with what must have looked like a stupefied expression on my face and Fran laughed. "Come on baby, you can't tell me that you've never looked at other woman and not wanted to try one on. And you and I both know that the only reason you didn't was the fear of getting caught and what it might do to your marriage. Just imagine being able to go after those ladies and not having to worry about things. That's what Joe and I have going for us now."

I just sat there, to numb to speak. Fran eyed me for a bit and then she said, "You came in here looking to get revenge, didn't you?"

"Yeah. When I finished talking to you, you were supposed to go home and cut Joe's balls off."

Fran laughed, "Sorry baby, but here's what we can do. We will both take the rest of the afternoon off and go some place and fuck our brains out. That way you can feel good about evening the score with Joe and Candy."

She saw the hesitation; this wasn't going at all like I planned.

"Come on! You know you want to. You haven't been able to keep your eyes off my tits since the day we met and I know you must be wondering what the rest of me is like. Come on, take a chance, find out."

Which is how I ended up one hour later in her bedroom watching her do a slow strip. She was magnificent! The only fault I could find was her toe nails being painted the most god-awful shade of green, but I have to be honest and say that my cock did not seem to care about that. I was naked and sitting on the edge of the bed when she finished undressing. She walked over to me, knelt and took my cock in her hand.

"Oh, such a nice one. It's even bigger than Joe's and I always thought he was larger than average."

I almost laughed at that. I had seen hundreds of dicks in high school locker rooms and shower stalls in the army and I knew that I was average, but then I thought, "What if it's true? What if Joe is smaller than I am? What could Candy see in him that would want to make her cheat on me?"

My thoughts were interrupted by Fran's hot mouth enveloping my cock. She gave masterful head and I leaned back and enjoyed it for several minutes before pulling her up on the bed and going sixty-nine with her. It was my first time to eat a shaven pussy and I found that I liked it. I was surprised to find that Fran also had a sweet tasting pussy and I mean that literally - she actually tasted like clover honey. I was really getting into the sixty-nine when Fran suddenly pulled away from me and mounted my cock. She rode me for about five minutes, during which time she had an orgasm, and then I rolled her over and began to drive myself into her. She had one more orgasm before I felt my balls getting ready to burst; I told her I was getting ready to cum and asked her if she wanted me to pull out and she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her and told me to shoot as deep inside her as I could.

It took Fran about five minutes to get me hard again and then we screwed for another twenty minutes or so before I came the second time. We were side by side on the bed, holding each other and catching our breath, when Fran said:

"We have to do this again, and soon. How about lunch time tomorrow?"

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For the past three weeks I have been screwing Fran almost everyday at lunch time, just about the same time that Joe is fucking my wife. The Friday card games are somewhat amusing as we all sit there and pretend that everything is normal. I wonder if Candy ever wonders why Fran and I have never lost when we are partners now, or if she has noticed that I don't stare at Fran's tits anymore and wonders about that. Fran has been after me to clue in Candy so that we can turn the card parties into something else a lot more fun, but I'm not ready for that yet. There is something inside me that want's to see how long Candy is going to continue to be unfaithful, and to be completely honest, I love the cheating bitch and I'm not all that sure how well our marriage will hold up once she knows that I knew what she was doing and let it continue without saying something. There could be some interesting times ahead.