Quickie (Club)

I convinced my wife to go with me to a strip club.  With a bit of work I also convinced her the club had a dress policy for women, that they were all required to dress is slutty or revealing outfits of they wouldn’t be allowed in.  So my wife wore a short skirt, see through blouse sans bra, lacy thong, stockings, and killer heels.

Even though she sat next to me at the club she received plenty of attention from the other men.  A few of them even tipped her, and though she tried to politely refuse it was too noisy for the men to really understand what she was saying.  They’d stare at her tits, she’d try to explain she wasn’t a stripper, and I watched while getting hard.

Graphic Design

My husband is an office drone with a regular work schedule, but I’m a graphic designer which allows me to work from home and make my own hours.  Previously, when we’d had more money, we’d renovated the basement so it had two bedrooms with a shared kitchen and common area.  Recently we started struggling to make ends meet, some of my regular clients had gone out of business, so we decided to rent out the basement.

Being near a college campus helped and almost immediately we found two young college studs as renters.  For the most part they kept to themselves, but occasionally I’d see them in our pool in the backyard.  They had no shame about their sculpted bodies, and would frequently walk around wearing only shorts.

It was very distracting from the small amount of work I had.  Desperate to get any jobs, I landed some contract work with adult websites.  Well, one day, one of the hunks from downstairs, Brad, came into my office behind me and saw what I was working on.  "Whoa!  Mrs. D, that’s pretty hot stuff", he said.

The website was a cam website, and although I was just working on layouts, that meant I had to have some of the cams running so I could test the layouts.  Brad had caught me tweaking a layout while two women were busy eating each other out, in full view of their cam.  Flustered I tried to hide it as quickly as I could, but only managed to end up fumbling from one perverted scene to another.

“Dang Mrs. D”, Brad watched me, “I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff.”  Before I could explain he wondered away nodding his head.  "Cool", was the last thing I heard him say.  Embarrassed, and a bit frustrated with myself, I returned to working on the layouts trying not to think about what had happened.

Later that afternoon Brad and Trey came upstairs.  Thankfully I heard them coming and was able to hide my work.  They peeked into the office, “Hey Mrs. D”, Trey started, “I just wanted to say that we think it’s cool what you’re doing.”

“What do you think I was doing?”, I asked.  I wasn’t sure they knew what I did for a living, and I could only imagine what they thought I’d been doing.  It didn’t make me any more comfortable knowing that Brad had told Trey about what he’d seen.

“Cam work”, he responded.  "That’s really cool, the whole housewife thing is hot.  I read some stuff about it, the pay is really good too, like a couple thousand a day.“  My shock continued to increase.  "And it’s awesome that your husband is cool about it.”

They both left saying, “Peace”, on their way to the pool.  Again I didn’t get an opportunity to explain what I was really doing, not that the reality seemed any less lewd at that moment.  But what they’d said stuck with me, I couldn’t stop thinking about thousands a day, and I started doing research.

While the reality didn’t match Trey’s claims, the money that a woman could make doing a cam show was almost four times what I was making doing the graphic design work, for the same number of hours.  For days that chewed away at me.  As I tweaked layouts, designed buttons, and colored banners I watched as women and men displayed themselves for others to watch, all while knowing they were making more money than I was.

A couple weeks later and I was wrapping up the design work.  With no prospects for more work on the horizon I started seriously looking at putting on webcam shows.  I already knew the reputable websites, and how they worked, so it was easy enough to start an account.  Then I needed profile pictures, something to tease people with.  So I sneaked off to the bedroom and took photos of myself in various outfits and poses.

Being a designer, I knew that I’d need to take a few hundred photos to end up with a dozen good ones.  It took two days before I had a set good enough to put on my profile.  I was doing all of this behind my husband’s back, lord I didn’t need him knowing what I was up to.  And I was trying to keep it a secret from the downstairs duo.  Sure, they already thought I was doing it, but knowing I was actually doing it was different.

The first time… I was in my office, door firmly locked, wearing a sun dress over some lingerie.  It was mostly boring chat with people coming to look, and only a few people that wanted a private show.  Three times I put on a show where I stripped off my sun dress, danced about in my lingerie, stripped off my bra and panties, then fingered myself.

Each time it was quite thrilling, bringing myself off for strangers while watching men stroke their dicks and cumming, knowing they were lusting over me.  For the first week it was much the same.  Quickly I realized that I needed to do something to spice it up.  Not only to get more people interested, if I wanted to make real money, but the sun dress thing would get old after a while.

I had a few sex toys in my bedroom, so I sneaked those in my office.  Additionally I tried different outfits, anything from bored housewife to sexy secretary.  Each day I’d start after my husband left for work and quit before he got home.  After a month I was making enough money that I could pretend it was from graphic design work.

Then came the day that Brad caught me sneaking into the office.  I was coming from the bedroom, having just changed outfits, and was carrying a dildo.  Brad was coming up the stairs and we almost bumped into each other.  Startled I dropped the dildo and it bounced around the hall floor.  Flabbergasted I snatched it up and tried to hide it inside my robe.  In the rush, my robe fell open more than I wanted and Brad got a good flash of the skimpy lingerie I was wearing beneath.

“Damned Mrs. D, you make those boners bounce”, he encouraged me as I slipped toward the office, my skin flushed red with embarrassment.

“Don’t tell my husband”, I whispered as I disappeared into the office.  Thankfully that was the end of the encounter, but my body was on edge the rest of the day.  Every time I opened a cam to look at my audience, there was another hard dick and the words “bouncing boners” rang in my head in Brad’s voice.

The following day Trey caught me at lunch.  "Hey Mrs. D", god they always called me that.  "Your husband doesn’t know that you cam?“  I didn’t know how to respond.  "It’s cool, Brad and I thought you and your husband did shows together sometimes.”

“That’s really none of your business”, I tried to sound firm.

“Oh no, hey, do what you want”, he was very dismissive.  "But the money isn’t as good for solo shows as they are for couples.  That’s all I was thinking.“  Trey took the laundry he’d come for and disappeared back downstairs.

Intrigued I went back to the office, shut the door, and started doing more research.  Sure enough, the money he’d been talking about was for webcam shows with multiple people.  Apparently actual sex on cam was a much bigger draw than solo performers.  During the rest of that day I was distracted thinking about the monetary difference.

That evening I tried feeling out my husband discreetly.  There was no way my husband would ever go for it, he’d be mad knowing I’d been doing it alone.  So the following day I started pondering my options.  Going solo was fine, I enjoyed it and the money was adequate.  'But what if it could be so much more’, I kept thinking, about not just the money but the whole experience.

So one day I logged on and left the door to my office open just a bit, enough that a sliver of the hallway was visible.  When I got people that wanted to go private, I’d shut the door and do my show.  For days, nothing happened.  Then while I was just chatting with people, the door to the office slightly open, Brad walked by.

For just a second he was visible to my camera, but it was enough to get people chatting.  Men started asking if he was my husband, if he was going to join, did I do shows with him.  Probably didn’t hurt that he’d been shirtless again, wearing just his swim trunks.  Suddenly my channel was furiously active.  A dozen people sent requests for a show with me and Brad.

Stunned at the response, how sudden and different it was, I disappointed everyone by saying that it was just me.  The activity on my channel dropped drastically.  So at lunch I went downstairs to talk with Brad and Trey.  "You guys know what I’m doing in the office”, it was difficult to say without dropping dead from shame.  They both nodded in response.  "Well, I need you guys to walk by occasionally, while the door is open, it drives up traffic.“

"Yeah, no prob Mrs. D”, they both said smiling.

After lunch they were more than happy to oblige.  With the office door wide open I was back on the cam, chatting in my channel, and Brad walked by in just his swim trunks.  Activity shot way up, people wanting to see a show with me and him.  Again I disappointed everyone by saying the shows were just me.  When Trey walked by, the interest in the channel exploded.  Now everyone knew there were two guys around, both fit and toned, and obviously neither was my husband.

Chat activity was much higher than it had ever been before the rest of the day, but no one wanted to go into a private show unless the guys were going to be involved.  It had peaked a lot of interested, my activity was through the roof, but without any private shows there was no money for it.

That night I was incredibly, sexually frustrated.  My body had become accustomed to a higher level of sexual activity, and without any shows for half the day my pussy was aching.  The husband’s best efforts in bed helped a bit, but not completely.  The following day I was desperate for a private show, but all anyone wanted to see was me with the two hunks walking around in the background.

Two days went by like that, no one wanting a private show despite all the activity in my channel.  Brad and Trey did their best to walk by frequently, occasionally looking inside my office to see what was happening on the screen.  Finally I got a private show request, but the guy said I had to leave the office door open.  I figured I could get the show over before either Brad or Trey walked by again, and at that point I was so horny I almost didn’t care.

So I started the show and left the door open.  Initially interest was high, lots of people watching as I pulled down the top of my dress to expose my bra, slid it up over my hips exposing my panties.  Taking a peek toward the door to ensure it was clear, I slipped my bra down, exposed my tits and pinched my nipples.

As I worked more of my clothing aside I clicked to view the guy’s webcam, like always his dick was full frame and he was stroking it fast.  That kept my attention as I started fingering myself and rubbing my clit.  When I inserted the dildo into my pussy I started moaning.  Rocking back and forth in my chair caused my dress to bunch up around my waist.

Really enjoying myself, but not getting close to cumming, I fucked myself harder and faster with the dildo while pinching and pulling my nipples.  The dick on my screen started exploding cum and all I could think about was having a dick inside me.  When the guy completed I was still horny and hoping to get off, but it wasn’t to be.

With my panties around one ankle, my bra somewhere else, and the guy leaving my show, I looked around to see both Brad and Trey standing in the doorway watching me.  "Christ!“, I tried to cover myself up with my dress.  Their dicks were hard and pressing against their swim trunks.

"The guys want more”, Trey said pointing at my screen.  Sure enough my channel was filling up with guys, all of them with the same request, for me to get busy with Brad and Trey.  Turning the channel off, scrambling to get my clothes and cover up, I shut the door leaving the two young men in the hallway.

Once I was dressed, my sexy lingerie hidden beneath my dress, I opened the door to the hall.  Both men were gone.  Ashamed, I tried to sneak to the kitchen for water without making noise.  Didn’t matter though, both of them were in the kitchen.

“About that…”, I tried to explain.

“Fucking hot Mrs. D”, Brad said.

“No”, I started.  I hadn’t been with anyone other than my husband in a long time, since well before we were married, and I couldn’t fathom the idea of cheating now.

Trey said, “You wanted us to walk by, sorry we caught you during a performance.”  Then he asked, “Things going well?”

“Why do you ask?”, still embarrassed I didn’t think I could have a serious conversation.

“Well, you asked us to help out by walking by, you haven’t been shutting the door as much, and you’ve been a lot quieter lately.”

So I explained the trouble I’d been having, higher interest but no shows.  "That won’t stay that way", Trey said, “If you don’t give them what they want, the guys will move on thinking you’re just a tease.”  Deep down I knew he was right, and I didn’t want to lose the money or the sexual enjoyment I was getting.

I don’t know what possessed me at that moment, unsatisfied lust I suppose, but looking at the two handsome, mostly naked young men, combined with the thought of cheating in front of an audience… the primal side of me said, “Let’s do it.”

“What?”, both men asked.

“I need help me with the show.  If you’re up for it, you could be on cam with me.”  They both thought it over, but looked unsure.  "I’ll give you a portion of what I make from the shows, but you need to be able to sustain activity through the whole thing.“  When they both agreed, we agreed on a system where I would send a text and they would come upstairs.

With a renewed eagerness I returned to the office, dress in place and looking hot.  For a couple hours I teased the guys in my chat channel with the possibility of the new show.  Honestly I wasn’t sure I could go through with it, but it was titillating to talk about.

The time came to start the show, with a dozen times more people logged in to watch than normal.  A quick text and a minute later both men came into the office.  I wasn’t expecting both of them, just one of them.  Honestly, I’d never been with more than one guy at a time and I wasn’t sure what to do with two men.

Trey closed the door behind him as I started the private show.  Immediately both men removed their swim trunks revealing cocks that were long and thick.  Staring at them I thought, ‘Their dicks look so youthful, so alive and vital.’  Turns out I didn’t need to know what to do with two men, they knew what to do with me.

One of them stood me up facing him, the other slipped behind me.  Hands from behind slid up my dress and pulled my panties down and off.  The hands in front of me slid the top of my dress down and caressed my breasts through my bra.  Kissing the man in front of me prevented me from seeing what was happening behind me, and I could barely see the cam screen out of the corner of my eye.

A tongue traced its way up my leg from behind until the mouth was firmly on my ass.  Hands found my pussy and began exploring, rubbing.  My hands dropped to the dick in front of me, needing to feel the warmth, the firmness of it, the softness of the skin.  The man in front of me had freed my nipples and was sucking on them.

Barely half dressed the two men moved me.  One of them sat in my office chair, they both encouraged me to lean forward, and my mouth found the youthful dick.  Behind me, hands spread my cheeks, and a tongue found my clit.  I shook at the new sensation of sucking a dick while getting eaten out.

Hands groped at my breasts, kneading and grabbing like young hands do.  Feeling young and vigorous myself I jerked the long, hard shaft in my mouth while cupping the balls hanging beneath.  Fingers spread my pussy lips, one entered me, then another, and still the tongue lapped over my clit.  When a finger entered my ass I orgasmed harder than I ever had before.

I dropped to my knees and concentrated on worshiping the cock in my mouth.  Lovingly licking the head, sucking up and down the shaft, feeling its warmth against my lips, while stroking and rubbing.  Occasionally I’d stop sucking, hold the head in my mouth, then jerk up and down the shaft quickly.  Hands held my hair out of the way so the camera got a clear view.

Then another dick appeared next to my head, hard and begging for attention.  I continued to stoke the shaft in front of me while sucking the dick beside me.  Both men enjoyed the attention, gently holding my hair aside while I serviced their cocks.  The man beside me cupped his balls while I sucked his shaft, the man in front of me played with my tits.

Eventually one of them helped me move and laid me across my desk on my side while the other man moved my camera so everything was visible.  My pussy and ass were hanging off on side of the desk while my head hung off the other, my tits pointing toward the camera.  A cock pushed its way between my pussy lips, slowly at first, the length of the youthful shaft disappearing inside me.

When it reached no further, balls pressed against my ass, it slowly withdrew and began fucking me.  I started moaning and a dick appeared at my face.  Using my hands to steady it, I sucked it into my mouth as the young man started face fucking me.  The motion of the two men caused my tits to bounce for the camera.

Hands moved my legs, an ankle put onto a shoulder and my other knee flat on the desk.  The position spread my legs and gave the camera a clear view of my penetrated pussy.  Entering new levels of pleasure was becoming common since these two men descended on me.  A hand slipped to my clit, a thumb caressing me, and I exploded in orgasm.

Moans slipped past my lips and the dick filling my mouth, loudly filling the room and floating to the camera for everyone to enjoy.  Every part of my body was explored while both men fucked me like only young men can.  As my orgasm subsided the men lifted my from the desk and removed all of my clothes except my stockings.

One of them laid down on the desk and pulled me atop him, sliding his long hard dick into my pussy.  The other man stood beside me letting me tug on his dick.  We stayed like that for a while before the man beneath me lifted me up and turned me around.  I’d never been fucked reverse before, but it was surprisingly easy with the large dick.

The position had me facing the camera, a perfect view of my tits bouncing as I rode the huge dick.  Beside me the young man moved so his dick was at face level and I sucked it into my mouth, tasting my own juices on his shaft.  I had to move to reach, and when I lowered myself back down the man below me slipped his dick into my ass.

Apparently I was really worked up, because it slipped easily inside and the sensation only nearly made me cum.  My third orgasm hit me once he started fucking my ass.  The realization that I was cheating, fucking two college studs instead of my husband, and doing it on cam was too much for my horny mind.  Loudly I came and had to brace myself to avoid falling, the dick fell out of my mouth and my moans became loud enough to fill the house.

The man beside me took that as a sign and moved onto the desk between my legs.  I didn’t know what he was doing, but in the back of my mind I had a hope of what he would do.  Sure enough he slid forward and pushed his dick into my pussy.  Suffering from an orgasm already was only made worse by the sensation of being completely filled.  Fearing I would explode I had to scream to let out all of the pleasure.

Both men fucked me.  Not hard, but in a gentle, unrelenting rhythm.  I don’t know how long we were there, but my orgasm didn’t stop.  Eventually one of them said he was going to cum and they moved me to my knees.  Both of them jerked quickly and blew loads all over my chest.

Brad and Trey headed back downstairs, I cleaned myself up with a quick shower.  When I returned to the computer I checked my audience total, almost twenty times my normal volume.  Unsurprisingly, there were also one hundred requests for another show.  A quick text to confirm the boys would be available tomorrow was met with a surprising response… they were ready now.

Quickie (Hiking)

My wife and I go day hiking at parks and on trails in the area.  Near dinner time, or whenever we feel like it actually, we’ll find a shelter and set up for the night.  A semi-large tent, comfortable sleeping bags, and we leave the flap open as we start fucking.

The first group to come along gets invited to join, men or women, it doesn’t matter to my wife.  It doesn’t take long before some horny, college-aged kids join in.  My role quickly turns into conductor, inviting people into the tent to spend the night enjoying my wife.  Out in the middle of the woods, we can make all the noise we want and not disturb anyone.

Quickie (Selling)

I used to get upset at how much it costs to take my wife out for a night of swinging.  The drinks, the hotel room, the lingerie, and all to talk a couple of guys into our room for a night with my wife.  Thankfully I managed to find a solution a couple of months ago.  Once we find guys that are interested in my wife, I pull them aside and tell them that she’s an escort and there’s a price.

They pay me cash, I don’t tell my wife, and everyone still gets a night of fucking.  Not only do the nights not cost anymore, I actually make some cash, but the guys fuck my wife harder thinking she’s an actual whore so she loves it more.  Maybe one day I’ll tell her that I’ve been selling her.

Newlyweds (Laura experiments)

During one of their many fuck sessions Laura demanded that I take photos of her getting pounded by Bob.  At first I wasn’t sure why, they talked about it in hushed voices away from me, but after a couple days I learned the reason.  My wife was using the pictures in an online dating profile on an adult website.  Surprising to me though, she was trying to find a woman.

My wife’s profile had many photos of her in sexy outfits, nude, and getting fucked by Bob.  When I asked her what she was doing she answered, “Bob wants to see me with a woman.  To see if I have the same sexual responses with a woman as a man.”  The thought was enough to get me hard.  Since my wife had started fucking Bob our sex life had dropped off.

“I found a woman I like, but she’s only available when Bob is out of town.”  That was the weekend coming up, I was hoping for a bit of respite from my wife’s sexual explorations.  "We’ll need you to take photos and videos for Bob.“  My sexual frustration was so pent up that when I tried to adjust my hard dick it was enough to make me cum in my pants.  Laura just gave a short look of disgust before returning to her website.

That weekend a woman showed up, almost the physical opposite of Laura.  While my wife was tall, tanned, and blonde this woman was petite, pale, freckled, and with dark black hair.  "You must be Laura’s cuckold”, the woman said upon meeting me.  Obviously they’d talked online previously.

The two women sat and talked over wine, which I was forced to serve like a waiter.  Eventually they moved to the bedroom.  Laura laid down some rules: I was allowed to look, photograph, and video but I was not allowed to touch or participate.  When I asked if that included touching myself she replied, “Whatever, don’t just get that little thing near us and keep your spunk to yourself.”

Quickly they disrobed and started exploring each others bodies with hands and lips.  My wife was a novice, but the stranger was not.  In less than a few minutes she’d worked my wife up to her first orgasm with one hand on my wife’s pussy and her mouth teasing my wife’s nipples.  Never before had my dick been so hard.

Both women got on the bed, my wife’s head between the pale woman’s legs and mouth planted firmly on her pussy.  Taking photos was getting difficult, my hands were shaking at the excitement happening in front of me.  I tried to climb onto the bed, to maybe squeeze myself into the action a bit, but the petite pale woman shoved me off the bed violently with both hands.

As I fell on the floor I almost cracked my head on the furniture.  "Fuck off", he said as politely as one can say that.  The view from the floor was spectacular though, a shot right at the level of her pale pussy against my wife’s tanned face.  Needing relief I grabbed my dick, and after three short tugs, shot a load all over my chest.

When I tried to leave, to clean up, my wife yelled.  "Get the fuck in here.  You can’t leave.  You must take photos and videos.  Now sit down.“

Ashamed I slumped into the chair in the corner.  "He really is pathetic”, the strange woman said as Laura returned attention to her pussy.  It was another hour before my dick got hard again, watching these two women please each other in every way they could.  To keep my hands from shaking I wanked again, neither woman noticed.

I was switching between cameras and phones trying to take as many photos and videos as possible.  Two hours in they broke out some toys.  Three hours they started playing dress up.  By the fourth hour they told me to leave them.  "Sleep on the couch", my wife commanded, “We’ve had enough of you.”  When I stepped into the hall my wife closed the bedroom door and locked it.

Laying down on the couch didn’t make me tired and I lay there for a couple hours listening to the sounds of two women pleasuring each other escape my bedroom.  The petite, pale woman came down the hall into the kitchen, completely naked.  Hearing the refrigerator open I took the opportunity to sneak into the room with her.

She was drinking water, standing in the light from the open fridge, sweat glistening on her body.  The sight of her round, firm tits and nipples standing to face the cold air was enough to get me hard again.  Knowing I wasn’t going to get any action from my wife I decided to try this strange women.  Turning to me she stopped drinking for a moment and asked, “What?”

Making it obvious what I wanted she reached down and wrapped a hand around my shaft and cupped my balls with the other.  "This is what you want?“  Desperately I nodded.  In response she crushed my balls with her hand and yanked my shaft so hard I feared she might rip my dick off.  I let out a yell of pain and she said, "Fuck off wimp boy, I’m not here for you.”

Returning to the bedroom with water, she left me standing there crumpled in pain while she laughed.  As the bedroom door closed I could hear my wife laugh as well.  By morning I hadn’t gotten any good sleep.  So when the woman and my wife slipped down the hall to the front door to say their goodbyes I kept my distance.

The woman was dressed but my wife was completely nude.  That didn’t stop them from standing in the open door for a few minutes kissing and rubbing each others bodies.  When the stranger finally left my wife returned to the bedroom without acknowledging me at all.

For the next few days my wife was busy at her computer, pouring over the photos and videos.  She was constantly touching herself while watching them, but whenever I tried to join in she’d dismiss me with a curt, “Go masturbate or something.”  The small amount I did get to see, showed that the women had taken some videos and photos of their own, after I had left the room.

Stuck with the Harem

My husband’s job required him to take a trip to the Middle East, some ancient country with old traditions.  Some young Prince was extending his hospitality and would show us around the country.  The first evening was quite odd but pleasurable, the dinner was exquisite but the entertainment consisted of mostly naked women belly dancing and performing sexual acts with on other.  All of the men in attendance seemed to enjoy it, but I was a bit put off being the only western woman in the palace.

The second night before bed, the Prince came to the room to talk to my husband.  "It is tradition that I wish to share with you", he motioned to the doorway.  We followed him through some halls to an opulent room.  Inside there were dozens of women, mostly naked, all beautiful, and all lounging in luxury.  "My harem", the Prince said.

“I don’t understand”, my husband replied.

“For the night.  You get one.”  The Prince smiled.  When my husband and I both hesitated, exchanged glances, it was obvious what the Prince meant.  Before any objection could be uttered the Prince explained, “It is a tradition that you take one.  To refuse it would be an insult.”  The stern look on the Prince’s face made it clear that was the end of the conversation.

Slowly my husband looked around the room.  Despite any reservations he may have had, the landscape of beautiful, naked women before him was causing an obvious erection to form in his pants.  Knowing that he couldn’t refuse, not only for the sake of the business deal but our safety, he chose a woman from the harem.

I knew that he’d chosen what he believed to be the ugliest woman in the harem, but even she was beautiful by any standards.  The woman smiled delightfully and led my husband out of the room.  When I tried to follow the Prince stopped me, “Is just for him tonight, yes.  You are beautiful woman.  Perhaps you want to stay here tonight?”

“No, I want to join my husband”, I said politely but feeling upset.

“Not tonight.  You stay here”, the Prince had the same firm tone in his voice.  Satisfied that he’d made himself clear, he left.  Alone in the room with his harem made me very uncomfortable, and I could only imagine what my husband was doing.  So I tried to leave.  Unfortunately the doors out were locked.

A few of the women approached me and with soft hands and gentle grips pulled me to a corner of the room onto a large bed.  It was unlikely that I’d get any sleep despite the comfortable surroundings.  Most of the women ignored me and continued to lounge and sleep, either completely or mostly naked.  Three of the women though decided to stay on the bed with me.

They were running their hands over my body, part caress and part massage.  Their intent was clearly to help me relax, but that was difficult with their breasts rubbing against various parts of me and the thoughts of what my husband might be doing.  When they started to remove my clothes I protested, “No!  Please don’t do that!”

The women continued to remove my clothing.  I wasn’t sure if they spoke English or if they cared what I was saying.  So I protested louder and tried violently to stand up from the bed.  Most of the women in the room were looking at me now that I was causing a scene.  Women that were close put fingers to the lips, the sign that they wanted me to be quiet.

I ran for the door that I’d entered through minutes before.  It was still locked, but it opened as a guard stepped inside.  The woman looked thick, mean, and like she could tear my arms off.  She was also heavily armed.  "You", she pointed at me, “Do not make noise.  The Prince does not like disturbance.”

“At least you speak English”, I replied more quietly, “I want to go back to my room.”

“Not possible.  Your husband is there.  You would only make trouble and cause insult.”  She had the stern nature of the Prince without the polite demeanor.  Leaving, I could hear her lock the door.

The three harem women were at my side and they guided me back to the corner bed.  While they laid me back on the bed I could see that the rest of the women were back to their leisurely and sexual activities.  As soon as I was on the bed though the three women resumed undressing me.

My mind was in a fog.  Big thoughts slipped away as their talented hands removed my clothes and rubbed my body.  I was no longer concerned about being naked in front of strange women, in a strange place, or my body being explored.  But little things started to stand out in my mind; I was the only white woman in the room, the only woman with blonde hair, the strange smells in the air.

Eventually I drifted off to sleep, kept warm by the women laying their naked bodies against mine.  Early in the morning I awoke, the sun barely peeking through the eastern windows.  My clothes were missing, but a woman helped me get dressed in the most modest outfit available.  Shortly after guards came, all female, with breakfast.

“Can I return to my husband now?”, I asked one of them.  A nod was all I needed.  With quick steps I found our room quickly.  My husband was inside, already dressed for a day of business.  "What happened?“, I asked not sounded as upset as I felt.

"Don’t know”, he answered, “They just have different customs and traditions here.  I need to get to my first meeting of the day.”  As he passed, he kissed me on the cheek and said, “I like the outfit.  I’ll be back around dinner time.”

“You didn’t answer my…”, before I could finish he’d shut the door and was gone, “…question.”  Not sure what to do with myself I investigated the room, looking for signs of any infidelity, but all I found was a room that appeared to have been thoroughly cleaned minutes before I’d arrived.

So I changed into more normal clothes and spent the day in our room, afraid to go anywhere else.  Lunch was brought to me.  Then dinner was brought.  By sundown there were still no signs of my husband.  The Prince appeared with a very gregarious demeanor, “Come, we go now.”

“Where?”  Asking didn’t elicit any response.  With as polite of a sigh as I could manage, I followed where the Prince led.  Which was back to the room with his harem.  "Again?“

"Yes, you are more comfortable here I think.”  With a smile he was gone and I was locked in with the harem again.  Two women came to fetch me.  They took me to a large bath tub, stripped me naked, and helped me into the massaging water.  I’d learned not to resist and not to make trouble, so I didn’t say anything when they joined me.

Minutes later and the door opened, a guard peered inside and motioned for two women to follow her.  The women left, not wearing much clothing.  "What was that?“, I asked.

"For your husband tonight”, the guard answered before locking the door.  When I started to get upset many women around me made the sign for me to be quiet.  Afraid and feeling alone I complied, but was getting more upset and tense by the moment.

Eventually I couldn’t stand the bath anymore and got out.  A woman helped dry me off.  Frustration led to fatigue and I collapsed onto a satin covered bed ready for sleep.  Other women joined me, all of us naked, but to my surprise sleep wasn’t on their minds.

Directly adjacent to me these women started pleasuring each other with mouths and hands.  It seemed nothing was taboo.  Unable to escape the writing mass of bodies I became ensnared in it.  Hands were exploring my body, touching my pussy, cupping a breast, pinching nipples, teasing my lips.  Hands turned to mouths, mouths to tongues, and before I knew it I was lost in a sea of physical pleasure.

Sleep came and time passed.  I ate breakfast with the harem, covering myself with what clothing I could find, although most of it was transparent silk.  After breakfast I realized that I was losing track of time, the days were slipping away as the harem pampered me.  Perhaps there really was something in the air, or the food.  As much as the thought frightened me, the pleasures of the harem seduced me.

Counting the meals we were served was the only way I could grasp the passing of days.  It was three days before I stopped asking about my husband every time the door opened.  Five days before I found myself using my hands, mouth, and tongue to please the other women in the harem.  Eight days before I stopped wearing clothes entirely or trying to cover myself.

Ten days had passed before I remembered that the business trip was only supposed to last a week.  That snapped me back to my senses and I demanded from a guard that I be taken to speak with my husband.  A curt shrug was her response, but a short time later a guard escorted me to another room of the palace.

Inside what I presumed was an office sat the Prince behind a large desk, he was talking to two strange men in a language I didn’t understand.  None of them acknowledged my entry.  When I approached the desk all three men looked at me, scanning me from head to toe.  That was when I realized that I was naked.

Shame caused me to cover myself with my hands and retreat slightly.  They finished their conversation, and as the two men left I was smothered with lewd stares.  "Come", the Prince motioned for me to approach.  "You have questions?“

"Yes, where is my husband?”

“He is gone, back to your country.  Business here was done, was time for him to go.”

“No”, I couldn’t believe it.  "He wouldn’t just leave me.  We’re married", in an attempt to drive the point home I pointed to my wedding ring only to find the ring was gone and my finger was as naked as me.

“Yes, he did.”  The certainty in the Prince’s voice was unsettling.  "Business deal was not good for him.  He make trade.  Gave you to make better deal.“

"No”, again the only word my mind could conjure.  After a minute it hit me, “he traded me, to you, for a business deal?”

“Yes.  You are in my harem now and will do as I say.”  With that, the Prince was done with me and motioned for the guard to take me away.

“What does that mean?”

“You are one of my woman, and a fine prize”, he smiled.  "Bright hair, fair skin, quite unlike any other.  I shall enjoy you frequently.“  The guards escorted me back to the harem despite my protests.  Once I was locked safely in with the harem it all hit me, I was stuck in a situation where I was going to be a sex slave.