Our Vacation

    My wife Sheryl and I went on vacation to Finland for our ten year anniversary.  Sheryl was a beautiful redhead, pale white skin, freckles all over, bright blue eyes, a nice ass, and firm C cup breasts.  Though she and I were always very much in love, there were times when Sheryl would let her redhead temper get the better of her and she could stay mad at me for days.

    We had planned two whole weeks to travel Finland and see the sights.  It was near the end of the second week and we were in the capital spending our last few days before our plane trip home when it happened.  We were walking around downtown when a man with a clipboard approached us.  After a semi-complicated conversation in his broken English we realized that he was asking us to be on a television show, some kind of game show.  My wife seemed excited by the prospect of being on tv and I didn’t really want to see the museum that she had scheduled for that afternoon so we agreed.

    The man led us into the office building that we were in front of and into a studio on the third floor.  The set looked elaborate with tables and chairs and lights, but we didn’t get to look at it for very long before we followed the man into the backstage area.  There he introduced us to the producer and one of the stage hands, a very pretty, young blond woman named Heather.  They took us to a dressing room and explained the show to us, or tried, their broken English and thick accents made it hard to understand exactly what they were saying.  It sounded like some kind of newlywed game, but we weren’t positive.

    My wife and I eventually got the premise though when Heather did a pantomime of removing her clothes.  Apparently the show was a kind of strip poker, where the winners ended up with expensive prizes and the losers ended up naked on television.

    I looked at my wife reluctantly, this was crazy, we’d never done anything experimental like this, being naked in public, much less on television.  Sheryl was looking as hesitant as I was, but the sweet talking producer kept showing us the prizes we could win, Heather kept smiling at me flirtatiously, and they both kept telling my wife how beautiful she looked and to not be embarrassed.  It wasn’t until they offered to pay us for our appearance that my wife and decided that we had to talk it over.  The producer and Heather left us so we could talk about it.

    “Do you want to do this?”, Sheryl asked.

    “It seems kind of out there”, I replied, “but it is a lot of money they’re offering us”.

    “Plus look at the prizes they have.  Some of these are worth more than our whole trip”, my wife said.  “What’s a little nudity to win these”.

    “Nudity on public television though.  Tons of people will see us”, I argued.

    “Oh there’s no guarantee that we’ll end up naked and besides it’s television in Finland, nobody we know could possibly be watching”.

    We spent a few more minutes talking it over, but we decided to give the show a chance.  My wife seemed excited about the prospect, but I was kind of anxious about the show.  The producer was happy that we decided to go on the show, and left us with Heather to get ready for the show.  The first order of business was for us to sign a bunch of forms.  We must have done that for a good half hour and by the end we had no idea what we were signing anymore.

    Then Heather explained that it was time for us to get to wardrobe and makeup for the show.  “What do we need that for?”, my wife asked.  Heather explained that makeup had to be applied for the cameras to make sure we appeared correctly, and wardrobe had to ensure that we were wearing clothing appropriate to the game.  My wife talked to Heather as we were lead to another room, this one looked like a dressing room, inside was a woman with all manner of makeup and brushes.

    Heather introduced us to the makeup woman and left us however my wife and I found that the woman didn’t speak any English and couldn’t speak to her, so we had to get Heather back to translate for us.  I poked around the wardrobe while my wife spoke with Heather and the makeup woman.

    “Apparently they have to make sure that we have the correct amount of clothing on, that way each contestant has the same number”, Sheryl explained to me.  “They’d also like to spruce up our wardrobe a bit… something better for television”, my wife finished.  I raised an eyebrow, but Heather answered me by holding up some lingerie.  “They want us to look sexy for the cameras”.

    I shrugged, we’d already come this far.  Heather and the makeup woman stayed in the room as my wife started to get undressed.  I followed my wife’s lead and started getting undressed, we both hesitated when I got down to my briefs and my wife was wearing only her bra and panties.  The makeup woman said something, Heather shook her head and explained that our under garments were “horrible”.

    A pair of silk boxers was thrown at me and the girls began helping my wife strip off her bra and panties.  Once my wife was naked they sat her down in a chair and started applying make up to her.  Heather instructed me to keep on the boxers, my pants, and my shirt, just three articles of clothing for the show.  I didn’t get much attention after that.  Heather and the makeup girl spent a lot of time fawning over my wife, telling her how beautiful she was, even as they applied makeup to her breasts and thighs.

    They then dressed my wife in stockings, sheer black panties, a lacy black bra, and a short pink dress.  After that they left us in the room, Heather said they’d come get us when the show was ready.  My wife and I sat and talked, had some water, we were both anxious about the show.  Our nervousness was obvious, but I had to admit that all dressed up as she was, with the makeup, my wife looked really hot; I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.  Soon enough Heather came into the room and waved us out, it was time for the show.

    The game had already been explained, we both knew how to play, so Heather took us right out to the side of the stage.  From where we were we could see the stage, the host, the audience, and two other couples already out there.  The host introduced us, waved his arm, and we were pushed out on stage.  My wife and I fumbled our way to our seats, and once seated the game began.

    “Today the men will be stripping first and the women will be answering”, the host said.  Everything was being translated for us on a small monitor in front of our seats.  The game progressed, as described, and my wife was actually doing well.  I was down to the boxers, one of the other men was naked and his wife was down to bra and panties, and the last couple was in the same state as my wife and I.

    More questions went by and the mostly naked couple was to lose their last article of clothing.  “Would you like to double down?”, the host asked them.  My wife and I exchanged a look, neither of us knew what that meant.  The couple hesitated, but finally decided against it.  The woman stood and removed her panties, wearing only her heels and stockings, her pussy clearly visible for all to see.  Cheers and hoots came from the audience, they were cheering the woman on and she seemed to be enjoying the attention.  For a minute she paraded around the stage, at the direction of the host, teasing the audience; even my wife and I were smiling and getting into it.

    After a few minutes the woman and her husband left the stage, both of them still naked.  The game continued with some of the lights dimming and portions of the stage rearranging, I think they even took a commercial break.  The other remaining couple lost the next question and the man had to remove his boxers, but something was different.  Reading the screen we learned the host was offering them a chance to double down, much as he had the last couple.  The couple decided to go for it, but they got the question wrong.

    I expected that the woman would have to remove her dress now too, but instead something unexpected happened.  Two women came onto the stage from the side, both were wearing high heels, fishnet stockings, and dressed in tight, black, vinyl dresses.  They were both gorgeous, stunning blondes with perfect bodies.  The dresses were very low cut, tons of cleavage spilling out their tops, while the bottoms of the dresses were just as high as the tops were low.  As they walked across the stage I could see their ass cheeks sticking out the bottom of the dresses, wiggling with each step.  My wife and I watched as they both descended on the man, grabbed him by his wrists and moved him to the back of the set where they handcuffed him to the wall, arms over his head.  One of them cut his boxers off of him after which the other stuffed the silk remnants in his mouth.  He looked completely embarrassed standing there naked, his cock hanging clearly in view of the whole audience, handcuffed and gagged.

    Both of the assistants stood right beside him, and as the game continued they would constantly tease him, moving to give him views of their asses or down their cleavage, occasionally they would run their hands over his body making his cock twitch.  My cock was starting to get hard watching this, but the women would tease him just enough to keep his cock flush with blood and hanging low but not enough to make him completely hard.  My wife was giving me dirty looks as I watched, she knew that I was getting aroused by it and I could tell she was getting upset with me.

    Another round went by and the other couple lost, causing the woman to have to remove her dress.  One of the two assistants in the vinyl dresses came over to help her get the dress up over her head.  When her dress was removed the assistant bent the woman over the console she’d been sitting at, and gave her one hard spank on her ass, which the audience went nuts over.  My cock jumped watching it, which my wife saw, and she glared at me again.

    The other couple lost the next round and the woman had to remove her bra.  Again one of the assistants came over to help, unclasping the bra from the back and then putting her hands on the woman’s tits to hold the bra in place.  The woman seemed surprised, she actually blushed a bit, and just as she looked back at the assistant the hands dropped and the bra was whisked away.  Her tits were beautiful, perky and pink, and the assistant behind her reached her hands back up and bounced the woman’s breasts at the audience.  The audience was totally enjoying the show, hoots and whistles coming loudly.  I was enjoying the show too, my cock almost completely hard and obvious against the silk boxers I was wearing.  My wife glared at me again, shooting me a dirty look for staring at the other woman’s exposed tits.

    There was a bit of a hustle from the far side of the stage, the woman’s husband was completely hard, his cock sticking out in front of him.  The assistant by him was making a show of it, holding his cock up for the audience which was hooting, but when she spanked it (making it bounce) the audience laughed.  I noticed that even my wife laughed.

    Then the next round came and we lost.  The host asked the predictable question, “Would we like to double down?"  My wife shot me a look with a smile on her face and then nodded her head yes.  The question was asked, and my wife got it wrong.  I wasn’t sure if she did that on purpose or not, but she had a wicked smile on her face as she watched what happened next.

    From our side of the stage two more assistants came out, dressed in vinyl dresses like the others.  Both of them were as beautiful, blonde, and voluptuous as the first two.  Sure enough they led me to the back of the set and locked my wrists in handcuffs that were hanging from the wall.  One of them then pulled out some scissors and proceeded to cut the boxers off of me.  I was too surprised to be embarrassed really, but when one of them stuffed the remnants of the boxers in my mouth I started to turn red.

    Embarrassment overtook me though when they noticed that my cock was completely hard.  One of them spanked it, which hurt slightly, and my cock bounced.  The audience was laughing, my wife was laughing, and I’m sure I was red all over.

    The game continued and my wife lost her dress, getting help removing it and a spanking from one of the women in the vinyl dresses.  My wife was enjoying putting on the show, though I could tell she was slightly embarrassed.  The bra and panties she’d been given to wear were partly see through, especially under the bright lights and slightly soaked with sweat as they were.

    The vinyl clad assistants would occasionally tease me, shoving their cleavage in my face, rubbing up against me, putting their hands on my body, or just wiggling in front of me.  Both my cock and the cock of the other guy were hard, and the assistants were making sure we stayed that way.

    The next round we won, and I thought that would be the end of the game.  After all, the other woman only had her panties left to remove, but then lights started flashing and a siren sounded.  The woman had stood up, but she was looking around confused with the lights flashing and noise going.  Meanwhile the assistants were clapping and the audience was cheering.  The host explained that she’d won a chance to stay in the game, but there was another challenge and this one had a penalty (though no one explained what).  She could either accept the loss and remove her panties, or take a chance on the challenge.

    She decided to go for it and take the chance, and she got excited when she got the question correct.  A tall, muscled, blonde man came out from back stage.  He was wearing tight, black, vinyl pants (similar to the dresses) and nothing else.  His tanned, hairless chest had been oiled to accent his sculpted muscles.  He was carrying a pair of panties, and he moved across the stage to the woman.

    One of the female assistants held up a large piece of cloth blocking the view of the cameras and audience while the man helped the woman behind it.  From where I was I could see what was happening though, so could my wife, and so could the woman’s husband.  We both watched wide eyed as the man knelt down in front of the woman, removed her panties, slowly sliding them and his hands down her legs.  His face was inches from her bare pussy as he helped her step out of them and then helped her step into the new pair.  As he did so we could all see that the new pair of panties had a small piece of plastic sticking up toward the inside.

    When he reached the top of her legs with the panties he reached up with one hand and parted her pussy lips, guiding the small piece of plastic inside her as he finished putting the panties on her.  The host was explaining that she was being fitted with vibrating panties and she would have to play the rest of the game with them on.  As soon as the panties were on, the assistant dropped the cloth revealing the woman to the audience to much applause.  The woman jumped and gasped, her body twitching slightly, accompanied by a small vibrating noise.

    Huge cheers came from the audience and the oiled man held up a remote for everyone to see.  The female assistant went back to the woman’s husband while the oiled man in vinyl pants positioned himself right by the woman, waving his crotch in her direction occasionally, hands on his hips.  She was obviously distracted, and he kept showing her the remote, adjusting some kind of dial, making her twitch every time he did.

    I was shocked, this was well beyond what my wife and I had signed up for and I wanted the show to be over so we could leave.  My wife on the other hand was fascinated, her attention completely on the other woman and the oiled man standing next to her.  The audience was enjoying the show, noise coming frequently.  The woman’s husband was apparently enjoying the show, watching his wife struggling against the feelings in her pussy, because his cock was rock hard.

    The next round of the game came and my wife lost, it was time for her to remove her bra, but the host offered her a choice.  She could take a challenge, if she won she got to keep her article of clothing, but if she lost the assistants would remove it for her instead.  My wife accepted the challenge, she’d been doing well so far, and we had both seen the female assistant remove the other woman’s bra anyway.  To my wife’s dismay though she got the challenge wrong and the prospect of exposing her tits on television hit her.

    To my dismay neither of the female assistants left my side to take off my wife’s bra though.  Instead another male appeared from back stage.  This guy was tall and handsome like the first one, but his hair was dark.  He was dressed the same, oiled chest, and smiling like the first guy.  Upon reaching my wife I could see her get more nervous, a stranger was going to remove her bra and expose her pale, freckled tits for the whole audience and cameras to see.

    He helped my wife stand up, reaching down with his large strong hands to guide her to her feet.  My wife had turned to face him as she stood up, so he reached around her to the clasp of the bra.  Doing so had caused him to be right up against her, his chest pressing into hers, and I could see her catch her breath.  His hands skillfully undid the clasp of the bra and the audience cheered.  He put her hands on her bra, then his hands on her hips, and spun her around to face the audience.  My wife had relaxed a bit looking into this stranger’s eyes, pressed against him, but coming face to face with the audience had brought her back to the reality of the situation.

    Her body tensed and the guy put his hands over hers, and then in one smooth motion lowered them taking the bra with it.  There was a huge cheer from the audience, guys were hooting like crazy, everyone fixated on my wife’s tits.  I could see my wife start to blush as she turned her head to the side, but since she was facing away from me and the guy was standing behind her I couldn’t see much of anything else.  Her arms were at her side, her hands nervously on her hips, but the guy’s arms were still at my wife’s chest.  Though I couldn’t see it, I knew he was massaging my wife’s tits for the audience to see like had happened to the other woman.

    My erection was going away though the other husband’s was raging hard, his eyes fixed to my wife’s exposed breasts.  The oiled man moved to let my wife sit back down, and as she did she had to turn toward me.  My wife avoided making eye contact with me completely, her eyes on the floor.  I could see her breasts glistening with oil from where they’d been rubbed, and I could see a wet spot on the front of her panties.

    The host brought attention back to me though, and the two female assistants beside me were more than willing to help him.  I didn’t understand what was being said, and my wife had sat back down to block the monitor so I couldn’t read the translation anymore.  One of the women beside me grabbed my cock which was almost completely limp and wiggled it at the audience.  The audience responded by booing loudly.  The host said asked something of my wife and she nodded at him, to which the audience cheered.

    One of the female assistants produced what looked like a pink, plastic ring of some kind.  She held it up for the audience to see and then held it near my cock, she held it back up to the audience and with her other hand held up her finger and thumb about three inches apart.  The audience laughed as she moved her fingers closer together until they were only an inch apart.  That was when the two women reached down, grabbed my cock, and pushed the pink ring down around it.  Once they got it to the base of my cock the audience cheered, and then it began to vibrate.

    The sensation was unexpected, but it was also making my cock hard again.  My wife was looking back at me, a smile on her face, her own nudity temporarily forgotten.  The other husband was looking at me, relief on his face, while his wife was still distracted in her own ecstasy rising from the vibrating in her panties.

    That’s when the game continued, but the host was announcing some kind of sudden death since both teams were down to their last article of clothing.  The round finished and the other couple lost, mostly because the other wife was horribly distracted.  I’d been watching her and was pretty sure that she’d cum at least once.  At this point I figured the woman had to remove her vibrating panties, they would get their consolation prize, and that would be that.  Instead the host offered them some kind of gamble, a chance to win a better prize or go home with nothing.

    Since the wife was so distracted by the vibrating in her pussy the host asked the husband whether he wanted to take the challenge or not.  One of the female assistants next to him pulled the shredded boxers out of his mouth and he answered yes.  The lights in the studio flashed and the sirens started again.  The movement of the two women next to me pulled my attention away from the lights, they were removing their dresses.  One of them unzipped the dress of the other, and then helped her peel it down her body and step out of it before the favor was returned.  They were making quite a show of it, making it completely sexy as their D cup breasts sprang free for everyone to see.  Wearing nothing but their heels, fishnets, and small black thongs they proceeded to pose and strut for the audience.  As they did they would bend over and I got great views of their asses and barely covered pussies.

    I looked around and the female assistants by the other husband were doing the same thing, peeling the vinyl dresses off each other; the husband was paying complete attention to them.  To my surprise the male assistants were also stripping, taking their vinyl pants down and throwing them into the audience.  Underneath the men were wearing small bikini briefs which barely served to conceal their cocks, and from what I could see both men were extremely well hung.

    My wife’s attention was on the guy next to her, his cock barely concealed by the small bit of cloth and less than a foot away from her.  The other wife meanwhile was staring at the guy next to her.  Both men were putting on shows, wiggling their hips and gyrating their cocks for the wives seated next to them.

    My cock was now completely at attention, the vibrating and the lewd show in front of me almost too much for me to take.  The host had been explaining what the final challenge would be, but I didn’t understand any of it.  A large, digital clock came down from the ceiling of the studio, it was showing three minutes.  The audience chanted a count down and then the clock started ticking backward.

    One of the female assistants by the other husband started kissing him and rubbing her body against his, pressing her tits into his chest.  Meanwhile the other one had gotten on her knees in front of him and was furiously stroking his cock, her hand moving up and down the length of it.  She had positioned herself to the side of him so that the whole audience could see what was happening.  From her knees she was looking up at the guy and saying something to him.  The audience had gone quiet, all attention focused on the scene at the back of the stage.

    The woman on her knees in front of the guy moved a hand to his balls and started massaging them while her other hand pumped up and down his cock so fast it was a blur.  Though I couldn’t tell what she was saying I could tell she was begging him for something.  I looked over to see what his wife was doing, but her eyes were closed and she was elsewhere.  The male by her had moved behind her, standing over her slightly, and he was massaging her tits in clear view of the whole audience.  She was obviously on edge, audibly moaning, rocking her hips back and forth in her seat against the vibrating panties.  The man leaned down and kissed her on the neck and she came, the moans of her ecstasy carrying clearly through the studio.

    That was all it took for her husband, the sound of his wife cumming pushed him over the edge and he started cumming.  The woman kneeling in front of him skillfully guided his cock so that all of his cum shot all over her bare tits.  His breathing was labored, he had obviously cum hard judging from the amount of cum he’d spewed, but the woman kept stroking his dick, milking every last drop of cum out of it and onto her tits.  Meanwhile his wife was finishing her orgasm, pushing back hard against the man behind her, one of her hands at her crotch holding the vibrating panties tight against her clit while her other hand was over her shoulder groping the guy’s cock through his briefs.

    As she finished cumming the audience gave sad applause.  The host said something in a down voice indicating they had lost the challenge, the clock showing 54 seconds left.  Lights changed again, the stage started moving as it had before, and the other couple was being moved off to the backstage area.  I could see the husband being unhand-cuffed as their portion of the stage moved back and away, the female and male assistants were waving goodbye to the audience, cum still dripping from the one’s tits.

    That left me, my wife, the two female assistants, the one male assistant, and the host in front of the audience.  I figured this would be the end, we’d won the game after all.  The host began speaking as soon as the stage stopped moving, he was offering a chance for my wife to win better prizes, sort of a final challenge.  My wife was barely able to pay attention, her exposed tits, the audience, the cameras, and me all forgotten.  She was obviously distracted from what she’d just witnessed as well as the nearly nude man standing a foot away from her.

    It was presented that she could take the mediocre prize that we’d already won, or she could press her luck and play for bigger prizes.  My wife was obviously having fun, had been doing well, and was more relaxed now, so she decided to keep playing.  I wanted things to end before anything else happened, but my mouth was still stuffed with the boxers I’d been wearing before so I couldn’t say anything.

    With my wife’s announcement lights flashed again and the stage started to shift.  The male assistant next to her helped her stand up as the console she’d been sitting at got whisked away.  I could clearly see a large wet spot on the front of her panties, and I’m sure the whole audience could see it too.  A table rose up out of the middle of the stage and the male assistant led my wife to it, sitting her down at it so that she was facing the audience, and then he moved to stand behind her.  A screen by the cameras sprang to life, translating what was being said, but it was too far away for me to read clearly.

    I could see my wife’s back, but I could only see her front on the studio monitors, showing what the camera was seeing.  The picture was clearly showing my wife’s still exposed breasts, hanging before her, pale and freckled, still glistening with the oil from where the man had rubbed them.

    The screen translated, they were offering my wife three choices.  The first choice was a slightly better prize, but if she got it wrong then she would have to remove her panties and we would get a consolation prize instead of the prize we had.  The second choice was a much better prize, worth thousands of dollars, but if she lost we would lose all our prizes and an assistant would remove her panties.  The last choice was to play for the grand prize, worth tens of thousands of dollars and included all the other prizes, but if she lost we would lose all our prizes and there was some kind of penalty but I couldn’t see what.  My wife gasped when she read the third choice and actually asked the host, "Is that for real?"  The host replied positively and the audience cheered.

    My wife mulled over the choices, the audience shouted suggestions, and the host kept the tension up asking her if she had made a decision.  I hoped that she would just end it, take our prize and quit, the aching of my cock was too much and the constant vibrating of the ring around it was making it worse every second.  Then my wife announced her choice, she was going to take the first option and play for the slightly better prize.  The host asked if she was sure, and she was about to confirm her choice when she turned to look at me to see what I thought.

    She saw me handcuffed to the wall, standing between the two almost completely nude female assistants, the pink ring around my raging hard on, and she glared at me again.  I could tell she was upset, but I couldn’t explain to her that I didn’t want to be in the state that I was in.  The two female assistants turned toward me as the cameras focused on me.  The women started rubbing their tits against me and grinding their pussies against my legs.  Through the thin fabric of their small thongs I could feel the intense heat coming off their cunts.  One of them ran her hands up my chest and started playing with my neck and shoulders.  The other one ran her hands down my body toward my throbbing cock, all while being cheered on by the audience.

    My wife never took her eyes off of me, but I couldn’t help but look at the two assistants and watch helplessly as they molested me.  Their gyrating was causing their thongs to move aside and I could feel their pussy lips rubbing against my bare legs, their juices leaking onto me.  The one woman’s hands finally reached my cock and gripped it right above the pink ring, she shook it toward the audience and whispered in my ear, "Cum for me.  Please cum for me”.  She jerked my cock once and that was it, I blew my load right there.  I had rarely cum so hard in my life, I almost blacked out from the pleasure, and in that moment I forgot everything.

    After it passed though my mind clawed its way back to reality.  Shame came over me as I realized that I’d just spewed cum on the stage, for the cameras, and to the cheers from the audience all while naked and handcuffed to a wall with shredded silk boxers hanging out of my mouth.  I was trying to catch my breath when I realized that the women next to me were removing the ring from my cock as it was going limp.  The emotions were washing away from me, all the excitement and build up was gone, and I was spent.  Then I remembered my wife and looked at her.

    I’d been married to Sheryl long enough to know that she was mad, though she was hiding it well.  I shot her a sorry look, trying to express the frustration that I had been feeling, but all I could manage was a weak resignation.  Then my wife’s expression changed from anger to determination, she’d made her mind up about something, and she turned back toward the audience with a smile on her face.

    The audience was still clapping and cheering from my orgasm, but they quieted down when my wife spoke.  She was changing her mind, she wanted to play for the grand prize.  I didn’t know what to think, why did my wife want to play for the grand prize now?  The host asked if she was sure, reminding her that if she lost we would lose all our prizes and she would suffer the penalty.  My wife agreed, and the challenge proceeded.  The host explained that the final challenge was actually a series of questions, each one worth one of the prizes and each one risking a penalty, but if she got any question wrong she would lose all the prizes won up to that point.  The lights flashed around as the host finished, and finally spots of light settled on my wife and me, the rest of the studio had gone dark.

    The first question came and my wife hesitated on the answer.  She already knew what the prize would be, but she didn’t know what the penalty was.  The host asked for her answer, and biting her bottom lip she answered, and got it wrong.  Instead of sounds of disappointment from the audience, a cheer went up accompanied by applause.  Even the two female assistants by me were clapping, their attention fixed on my wife at the front of the stage.  I could see on the monitors my wife looking around confused, but smiling.

    Behind my wife the tall, muscular, oiled man moved, putting his hands on my wife’s hips he helped her stand up.  The host was explaining that it was time for my wife to get completely naked, and the guy was going to do it.  I didn’t know what to think, I just stayed handcuffed there helpless… watching.  The man bent my wife over the table, her bare tits pressing into the table, her face toward the audience.  Then he knelt down behind her, his hands still on her hips, and hooked his fingers inside the elastic band of her panties and started sliding them down slowly.  The audience watched silently as the fabric of her panties slid easily off my wife’s ass, and once her ass was bare the man planted a kiss on it causing small laughs from the audience.

    The smile never left my wife’s face, if anything it was getting bigger as the man lowered her panties farther and farther.  His hands never lost contact with my wife, even as he slid the panties down over her stocking covered legs to her ankles, letting them settle on the floor, and then guiding my wife as she stepped out of them.  Sheryl was still bent over the table and from that position the only people that could see her bare pussy were me, the two women by me, and the man behind her, but even from where I was I could see how wet and aroused my wife was.  Her pussy lips were swollen, pink, and glistening with her dripping cunt juice.

    The man kneeling behind my wife slowly stood up, running his hands back up her stocking covered legs as he did so.  As his hands closed in on my wife’s pussy and ass the man shifted slightly, blocking my view, now all I could do was watch the monitors to see what was happening.  The cameras showed the man standing behind my bent over wife, his hands on her hips, and it looked like she was pressing back against him, a sensuous smile on her face.  It wasn’t done though, the audience and the cameras had to see her with her panties off, so the man behind my wife moved his hands to her shoulders and helped her stand up straight.

    Even standing up though, the table was just slightly high enough to block the view of the cameras, though a small hint of Sheryl’s red bush could be seen.  So the man with my wife led her around to the front of the table and had her spin around slowly.  As my wife turned she looked at me and shot me a look that let me know she was still angry at me, and that this (in some way) was her revenge, but a smile returned to her face as she turned back toward the cameras and audience.

    Facing the audience my wife’s naked form was completely visible to the cameras.  The crowd started chanting something, I didn’t understand what and neither did my wife, but the chanting was getting louder and faster; even the two women by me were joining in the chant.  Sheryl leaned over to the man and whispered to him, he whispered a reply, and when my wife nodded the audience erupted in applause and cheers.

    My wife sat down on the table, her knees together, her pale form the focus of the cameras.  The man stood next to her, looking directly at the audience, and put his hands on my wife’s knees.  Sheryl kept her hands on the table behind her, her eyes on the man touching her, all while not resisting what happened next at all.  Slowly the man spread my wife’s legs to the increasing amusement of the audience.  Soon Sheryl’s legs were completely spread, her pussy now completely visible for all the cameras and the audience to see.  I could see on the monitors that she was dripping wet, her pussy lips still pink and puffy, but my cock remained flaccid and soft.  What was obviously so much of a turn-on for my wife was leaving me feeling empty and defeated.

    The man then started running his hands up my wife’s thighs, slowly getting closer to her pussy.  The audience kept cheering him on, the women by me clapping in time, and eventually his hand reached the top of my wife’s thighs, any higher and he would be touching her pussy.  Then, he moved one hand and touched my wife’s clit, she let out a moan and the audience let out a cheer.  He rubbed it just once, clearly visible on the monitors, and then lowered his hand slightly and slipped one finger into my wife’s cunt.

    Sheryl’s eyes opened, a surprised look on her face as she looked down at the strange hand on her pussy, it was obvious she wasn’t expecting that.  The man just smiled at my wife and she smiled back at him.  He withdrew his hand and held it up to the cheering audience, then he and my wife moved back around the table to her seat.  Sheryl didn’t even look at me as she came around the table.

    The game continued, the next question was asked, and my wife answered without hesitation.  Unfortunately, she got the it wrong, which meant another prize missed and the host told her what the penalty was.  Cheers started coming from the audience.  The clock came down from the ceiling again, with a five minute timer on it.  The man led my wife to the side of the table, and then he sat down on the edge of it facing my wife.  I had no idea what was happening.

    My wife knelt down in front of the man and ran her hands up his legs to his waist.  She gripped the strings that were the sides of his briefs, and yanked down.  In one quick moment the clock started counting down, his mostly limp cock sprang free, bouncing slightly.  Even though he wasn’t hard yet, his cock was still large, twice the length of mine easily, and thick too.  My wife got a surprised look on her face, the audience was cheering, and the man was smiling down at Sheryl.

    There was a moment of hesitation, my heart held in my throat, and then my wife put her hands on the man’s cock.  It was large enough that she could get both of her hands on it, wrapping her hands around his limp shaft.  Slowly my wife started moving her hands up and down, stroking the man’s cock, and it grew in her hands.  The audience and the two women by me started to clap in time with my wife’s strokes.  My wife’s rhythm increased as the clapping increased, her hands stroking up and down the man’s cock faster and faster.  His cock was getting harder and harder as my wife used her hands to bring his dick to life.

    He was almost completely hard, his cock sticking up from his lap, it was amazingly long and thick.  There was a look of lustful concentration on my wife’s face, her hands moving as fast as she could, jerking up and down the length of the man’s cock, gripping it tightly.  She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock as it bounced in her hands, he couldn’t take his eyes off my wife kneeling in front of him, and the cameras were catching it all.

    The clapping was reaching a fever pitch, the clock neared zero, and then time ran out and a buzzer sounded.  My wife got a disappointed, a pouting look on her face.  The man helped my wife to her feet, his hard cock sticking out in front of him directly toward Sheryl, and the audience gave a round of consolatory applause as my wife retook her seat.

    It was time for the final round, the host was summarizing everything to that point.  My wife was certainly more relaxed now, during the recap she was talking to the man standing behind her, uncaring that she was completely naked in front of all these people and the cameras.  Occasionally she would look at me, each time I would do my best to express my suffering, to apologize visually, trying to get her to end this, but she always shot me back that same look of hate and anger.  I wasn’t sure, but I thought she even sneered at my dangling, limp cock.

    My wife and the man exchanged a small laugh, then Sheryl reached out one hand and squeezed his still hard cock.  Playfully she wiggled it in front of her face, pantomiming sucking it, which made them both smile and laugh quietly.  The host finished his recap, the lights in the studio did their flashing again, and then it was time to finish the game.

    Once reminded of what was at stake, the grand prize shown again, and the reminder of the penalty, my wife was given a choice by the host.  Since she had lost all of her prizes up to this point the host was going to let her play a ‘double or nothing’ in which she could win back all of the previous prizes and the grand prize, but the penalty for failure would be doubled.  My wife’s eyes lit up, she got a big smile on her face, and she confirmed that she wanted to play the double or nothing.

    The audience went nuts, cheers and whistles and hoots started coming loudly.  Lights flashed again, spotlights swirled, and from backstage the other male assistant from before came onto the stage.  He was still oiled, his blonde hair contrasting against his tanned skin, and he was still wearing only the small string briefs.  Quickly he crossed the stage to join the other man standing by my wife.  Music played as the two men pranced about, putting on a show for the audience.  The blond man removed his briefs, freeing his cock for all to see, waving it at the audience, before turning toward my wife.  I could see that his cock was just as large as the other man’s.

    The two of them spent a minute putting on a show for the camera, dancing at the edge of the stage, before they moved back to the table.  My wife was still seated at the back side of the table, and the two men (instead of standing behind her) moved to the sides of the table.  The positioning gave my wife perfect views of their muscled bodies, their huge cocks hanging out over the table.

    Lighting returned to normal, indicating it was time for the question.  This time my wife only had thirty seconds to answer the question, and to create a distraction, both of the male assistants started stroking their cocks as the host asked the question.  Sheryl was so distracted that I don’t think she even heard the question, she was busy trying to watch both men jerk off.  Each man was holding the base of his shaft with one hand while stroking up and down the length of his cock with the other hand.

    My wife was obviously struggling with the question, she seemed overwhelmed, maybe even embarrassed.  Watching on the monitors I could see her skin flushing red across her face, neck, and chest.  Sheryl was getting flustered, and I was doubting whether she’d be able to answer at all much less get the correct answer.  The audience started counting down, the two woman by me clapping in time, while the two men by the table beat their hardening cocks in time with the countdown.  At the last second my wife blurt out an answer.

    The host held the tension for a few seconds before announcing that Sheryl’s answer was incorrect.  My wife got a surprised look on her face, twinged with embarrassment, she actually put her hands over her mouth as she started to turn red.  The stage started to move again, and it took me a second to realize what was happening, but my portion of the stage was being moved backstage while the table my wife was at stayed where it was.

    The wall I was handcuffed to turned away from the audience, the two women by me waving goodbye with pouts on their faces as the audience disappeared from view.  As soon as we were out of view the woman moved away from me, put on robes, and disappeared into the commotion backstage.  Heather reappeared, smiling, and as I was un-cuffed she gave me a robe to cover up with.

    I was led back to the dressing room by Heather, all the time I tried asking her where my wife was, but Heather either didn’t understand or wasn’t answering me.  She showed me into the dressing room, where my clothes were, gave me some water, and then left closing the door behind her.  I wanted answers though, so I tried to follow her, but I found the door was locked.  Banging on the door didn’t get me any answers, so I looked around the room for something, anything… and found the television in the corner.  It looked just like the monitors that were in front of the stage, and I turned it on curious if it would show me anything.

    Sure enough, it came to life and displayed a feed of the show.  It must have been delayed because currently it was showing my wife covering her mouth in embarrassment just as when I left the stage.  The view changed and I was on screen, handcuffed to the wall, naked, my dick hanging limp for everyone to see, the two beautiful woman were standing next to me waving goodbye.  As the wall spun the women and I disappeared from view and then the shot cut back to my wife.

    The shot showed my wife sitting at the table, her bare tits hanging there, clearly visible, as she lowered her hands.  The host was talking, explaining something, the lights in the studio dimmed while the spotlights on the table stayed bright.  Quickly the rest of the stage was dark, only the table was illuminated, and it was bright as day.  The view zoomed out slightly as the two men came around the table to either side of my wife.

    Both of their cocks were sticking out in front of them, bouncing as they walked.  On screen, next to my petite wife, their cocks looked huge, much bigger than I’d thought on stage.  Sheryl looked up at the dark haired man, her face was a mixture of uncertainty and lust.  The two men stood my wife up, her red bush just peeking into view over the table, and she turned to face the dark haired man.

    They lifted my wife up and set her down on the table, the camera shifted to stay on my wife’s face.  Uncertainty was rushing through me.  The dark haired man stepped up to the table between my wife’s legs, his cock bouncing inches from her pussy, and then he leaned down and kissed my wife, pushing his tongue into her mouth.  I rushed back to the door, banging on it, trying to get out of the room, shouting to get noticed, but all to no avail.  My wife was kissing this stranger on television, naked in front of an audience.  I had no idea what this last penalty was, but I was getting worried.

    Sheryl reached down absent-minded and grabbed hold of the dark haired man’s cock, stroking it slowly, running her hands gently up and down it’s incredible length.  The blond man standing next to her reached out and took one of my wife’s hands and put it on his cock.  My wife broke the kiss and smiled at the blond man as she started stroking his shaft too.  The dark haired guy lowered his head and started kissing my wife’s tits, using his hands to cup them and push them together, his tongue darting out playfully across her pale breasts.  Sheryl’s big tits were always sensitive, she loved having attention paid to them.

    My wife started kissing the blond man, as the other guy’s mouth reached one of her nipples.  The camera stayed focused on my wife, one guy sucking at her tit, the other guy’s tongue exploring my wife’s mouth, her head thrown back in ecstasy.  I could hear my wife moaning.  The dark haired guy continued moving downward, dropping to his knees in front of my wife, still between her legs.

    The camera wasn’t showing exactly what was happening, but my wife’s expression changed and I knew.  I hurled myself at the door again, uselessly.  My wife was looking down at the guy between her legs, he was kissing and licking his way over her thighs, her face showed nothing but lust and anticipation.  For a moment the camera showed his tongue sticking out of his mouth, hovering inches away from my wife’s pussy, he looked up at Sheryl, and then my wife put her hands on either side of the guy’s head and pulled his face right onto her cunt.  His head was moving rapidly, lapping at my wife’s pussy juices, splitting her lips with his probing tongue.

    The blonde guy moved his head and hands to my wife’s tits and started kissing them, sucking her nipples into his mouth, running his tongue around them.  He was using his hands to cup and kneed her tits, really lavishing them with attention.  My wife was rocking her hips back and forth on the table, she had one hand on the back of each guy’s head, eyes closed, mouth open, and she was moaning louder and louder.

    Then she came, there was no doubt.  Her moans turned to shouts, “Yes!  Yes!  YES!”, she shouted as her body twitched and her head went back.  My wife followed through with the motion and laid back on the table, her hips right up on the edge, legs hanging off the side with her knees on the shoulders of the dark hair man that was eating her pussy.  The blond guy pulled back from my wife’s tits as she laid down, her breasts maintaining their perfect shape as she laid flat on the table; which now looked to me more like a big bed.

    The cameras showed the dark haired guy, a much better angle this time, his mouth working furiously over my wife’s wet pussy.  Sheryl had crossed her arms under her tits, pushing them together, she was looking at the blond guy, “You’re not done with these are you?”, she asked him pouting while jiggling her tits.  “Oh God!”, my wife exclaimed.  She rose up off the table a few inches and her attention was immediately drawn to the guy eating her pussy.  The camera switched, the dark haired guy was sucking on Sheryl’s clit, really working it between his lip and tongue, and he had two fingers deep inside her.

    My wife came again, harder this time, her back arching up off the table while her arms and hands splayed out to the sides.  “Fuck Yes!  Oh Fuck!  Fuck!”, my wife was shouting as she got off on this stranger eating her pussy.  Her whole body twitched, causing her tits to bounce back and forth, her head pressed back into the table.  The blonde guy had gotten up on the table and was kneeling next to my wife, he reached down both hands and started playing with her tits again.  This extended her orgasm, causing her to cum for at least a minute.

    When she came down she opened her eyes and saw the blonde guy’s cock inches from her face.  “No, no, no”, I chanted, but it was inevitable at this point and I was powerless to do anything about it.  Sheryl leaned over slightly and took the head of the guy’s cock into her mouth, extending her tongue as she did.  She looked completely comfortable, lost in lust, with one guy eating and fingering her pussy while she sucked another guy’s huge cock.

    Sheryl wasn’t able to get all of the guy’s cock in her mouth, but she sure tried.  She kept slowly working her way down the length of his huge shaft, trying to get as much into her mouth as she could.  His moans joined the moans of my wife, it was all that could be heard, and it was coming loudly through the television.  When Sheryl reached bottom, as much of the guy’s huge cock in her mouth as she could get, she pulled her head back off of it… and then immediately sucked it right back into her mouth with a slurping sound.  My wife started bobbing her head back and forth on this guy’s cock, sucking it with a hunger that was foreign to me, the half that she couldn’t get into her mouth she had her hands wrapped around and was stroking furiously.

    This only lasted for another minute before my wife started cumming again.  She was greedily stroking and sucking the cock in her mouth, her moans coming muffled around it, as the guy eating her pussy sucked on her clit and pumped his fingers in and out of her.  When my wife came down off the orgasm she pulled the cock out of her mouth and looked down at the dark haired guy lapping at her cunt.  She put both of her hands on his head and pulled him up as she said, “Oh god… that’s too much… oh my god”.  Sheryl paused to catch her breath, the two guys running their hands over her breasts and thighs.

    The dark haired guy let his hand drift back to my wife’s pussy and he started rubbing her clit.  One of my wife’s hands shot down quickly, grabbing his arm, it looked like she was trying to pry it away from her pussy but it also looked like she was grinding her clit against his hand.  Either way she was obviously very sensitive because she started cumming again, moans escaping between her breaths, her body twitching as the orgasm raced through her.  “Oh no… too much… too much…”, my wife moaned, “oh god… please stop… oh fuck”.

    Her body twitched again, violently, and she let out a loud, long moan.  Both her hands were holding onto his forearm, his hand still tight against her pussy.  Finally my wife pushed herself back from the edge of the table, freeing her pussy from his probing hand.  She was breathing heavy, her chest heaving, her tits swaying, sweat was visibly forming on her face and chest.

    “No more of that”, my wife said, and for a minute I thought it was over.  My relief was short-lived though as my wife continued, “I need a cock now.  Fuck me.  Put your cock in my pussy”.  Everything she was saying was clearly audible, both men smiled at my wife, and I ran to the door of the dressing room screaming at the top of my lungs.  I had to get out there, out of this room, I had to stop my wife before it was too late, but then I remembered that what I was seeing on the television was delayed.

    I didn’t know how far behind the television was, but I knew that it was already too late.  Turning back to the tv I saw my wife laying back down on the table, scooting her hips back to the edge.  The dark haired man was standing between her legs, his arms under her knees, his cock pointing directly at my wife’s waiting pussy.  Once my wife was situated, the blonde guy moved his glistening cock back to my wife’s waiting mouth and she immediately started sucking it again.  A second later the dark haired guy put the tip of his cock against my wife’s pussy, pushing gently forward to part her lips, her juices making her so wet there was no resistance.

    He moved his hands to my wife’s ankles and lifted her legs up until her feet were on either side of his head, as he did so he pushed forward a bit more and the first length of his cock disappeared into my wife’s pussy.  Sheryl let out a yelp, quickly replaced by moaning, as more and more of his cock pushed inside her.  My wife lay there, sucking one cock, while the other kept penetrating her pussy deeper and deeper.  It seemed impossible that my wife would be able to handle suck a huge cock pushing into her, stretching her pussy, but she was obviously enjoying the sensation.  My wife wiggled her hips against the cock pushing into her, helping him get deeper.

    Once the guy was almost all the way inside he pushed forward suddenly, shoving the last of his cock into my wife’s cunt.  Sheryl let out a yell of surprise, the cock falling out of her mouth as she did, her face betraying her surprise.  It all quickly faded into lust though as the dark haired guy started pumping his cock in and out of my wife.  My wife returned her attention to the blond guy’s cock, jerking it with one hand while sucking on his balls, running her tongue around and between them, she was playing with him and enjoying it.

    The three of them stayed like this for a while, the camera shots shifting and changing to capture everything, there was even a view from directly overhead showing my wife on her back, her tits bouncing with the thrusts of the cock pumping in and out of her pussy while she firmly held the other cock in her mouth.  There was a sheen of sweat covering my wife’s body now, causing her red hair to cling to her in places.  Moaning was coming from all three of them, that and the sound of their bodies smacking together were the only things that could be heard.  I could do nothing but watch as my wife came two more times from the fucking she was receiving.

    Next they switched positions, the two men literally muscling my wife into position.  They picked her up, turned her over onto her hands and knees, and turned her so that she was facing the dark haired man.  My wife looked back over her shoulder as the blond guy lined up behind her, positioning his cock at the opening of her pussy.  He pushed into her, burying his cock all the way in one move.  As soon as he was inside her, my wife started moaning again and turned her attention back to the dark haired guy in front of her.  I watched as Sheryl grabbed his cock, leaned down a bit, and starting blowing him.

    There they spent the next few minutes, the blond plowing his cock into my wife from behind, her ass slapping against him each time he thrust forward, all while she greedily sucked and licked the cock in front of her.  Her large breasts swayed beneath her, bouncing back and forth as she pushed back against the blond, only to be pushed forward as he slammed his cock into her, the motion causing the cock of the dark haired guy to push deeper into her mouth.  The pale flesh of my wife was contrasted by the tanned bodies of the two men that were filling her with their cocks.

    The guy that my wife was giving the blow-job too reached forward and grabbed her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples.  At the same time the blond guy fucking her from behind reached one hand around my wife’s waist, and going right to her clit.  As soon as his fingers came into contact with Sheryl’s clit she exploded in orgasm again, the cock falling out of her mouth as she screamed, “Oh Fuck!  Oh Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck! Fuck!”.  Her humping turned into spasms, and her body started twitching.  The two men fucking her tightened their grips trying to hold her writhing body as still as possible.  It was no use though, the men were oiled and my wife was dripping with sweat, so instead of holding her still it just caused their bodies to writhe and slip against each other.

    My wife came down off her orgasm, I could tell that she was running out of energy, she looked spent.  The blond guy pulled his cock out of my wife and the two men, who looked like they had plenty of energy left, proceeded to lift my wife up and re-position her.  Even if she’d wanted to resist, she didn’t have the energy to.  They turned her over and laid her on her back in the middle of the table.  Next they both climbed up on the table, kneeling down on either side of her, their hard cocks sticking out over her naked tits.

    Each guy took one of my wife’s hands and placed it on his balls, after which they started jerking off.  Sheryl massaged their balls while the guys stroked their shafts up and down quickly.  My wife was enjoying the sight of the two men jerking off for her, and it wasn’t long before they started cumming.  Each guy shot cum all over my wife’s tits, their loads were huge, practically drenching my wife’s chest.

    The studio lights came back up, the audience applauded and cheered, and I could see my wife snap back to the reality of the situation, she actually looked embarrassed .  The host started speaking again, music played, and then the broadcast ended with the image of my naked wife, well fucked, covered in cum, laying naked on the table in the center of the stage.

Photo Session

    I wanted to do something nice for my husband for our first anniversary, and I decided that a professional set of photos of the two of us would be really nice to have.  So I looked around and made some calls and found a studio that really caught my interest.  It was a one man shop, the owner had been a professional photographer for 30 years, he did all his own developing in-house, he specialized in romantic couple photos, and the prices were right.

    Before springing the surprise on my husband I decided to go check the place out myself.  His studio was over an hour from town, it was an old house that he’d converted years ago, with the downstairs set up with a small reception area, a room full of albums, and his developing room.  I met Dean in the reception area and he showed me into the room with his albums.  The walls were covered in photos, all showing couples and people smiling and posing; they were all really nice photos.

    As we talked he showed me some albums that were mostly couples, it all looked elegant and I was getting more excited about the idea, but there was just something missing.  “These are all really nice”, I told him, “But I’m looking for something really special for our wedding anniversary.”

    “Ah”, Dean said knowingly, “I think I have just the thing.  Let me show you some other albums."  He retrieved a small stack of albums from a cabinet and brought those to the table.  "Tell me what you think of these.”

    I flipped the first one open and stopped immediately.  The first page showed two photos, the same woman was in both, and in both she was posing naked.  “Um…”, I didn’t know how he wanted me to respond.

    “Keep going”, Dean encouraged me.  So I flipped pages, looking at photo after photo.  There was a series of a single woman, posing naked, mostly tasteful.  Another series showed a couple posing, both the man and woman naked, in a variety of loving embraces.  The album was full of photos like that.

    “I… I don’t know”, I was now hesitant about the whole idea, “I’m not sure that’s for us.”

    “Oh”, he replied calmly.  His demeanor was very professional, it was relaxing, “Well, please review the other albums here and I’ll get us something to drink so we can talk.”

    Dean left to get us some tea and I flipped my way into the next album.  This one was more explicit, the women were in more pornographic positions, sometimes even with toys.  The photos of the men were also pornographic, all of the men erect and handling themselves.  Couples were actually fucking, sucking, fingering, and jerking.  A few pictures even showed men cumming on their wives, semen photographed mid-air, on faces, and on breasts.

    That was definitely too much, and Dean wasn’t back yet, so I put the album aside and hoped the next album would be different.  It was, flipping through the pages I saw photos of women involved in sexual activity with multiple men.  Each woman was with two or three men, in a variety of positions, fucking, sucking, and getting cummed on.  All of the women in the pictures were white, but I noticed that some of the men they were with were black.  That was something unheard of in our small community.

    I wasn’t sure what to think, I’d flipped through hundreds of pornographic photos, and was confused about what Dean was suggesting.  The only thing I was certain of was how horny I was.  Looking at all the pictures had turned me on, my pussy was tingling.

    Dean came back into the room, carrying two cups of tea.  “Oh good, you’ve finished looking through the albums”, he handed me one cup.  “What do you think?”, he asked taking a sip.

    Needing a moment to think I took a sip of the tea, it was really good.  “Uh, I don’t think my husband would go for this.”

    “Well, what about you then?”

    Startled by the question I paused, sipping some more tea, “Oh… I don’t think that I could… um… do that.”

    “We can discuss some prices then, for various photos sets, while you think things over”, he was so professional and calm about things, it really helped me feel relaxed.  I finished the tea as he told me all about his prices, strangely the erotic photos were cheaper than the others, so I asked him why.  “I get to use all the photos that I take, to advertise my business, like these albums, and some people are uncomfortable with that.  So I give a discount.  Besides, most people are nervous about it at first, but end up getting really into it.”

    “I guess… for some people”, I was feeling horny enough that I was trouble fighting the idea of people enjoying themselves sexually, and the more I thought about the pictures the hornier I was getting.

    “Why don’t you try a few photos, free of course, just to see if you like it?”, he offered.  I hesitated to answer, so he added.  “That would make a great anniversary gift for your husband.”

    That would be a good gift, something my husband would go nuts over, and the more I thought about the less resistance I had to the idea.  Besides that it was free.  “What the hell”, I agreed.

    “Great!”, he smiled wide and got out a contract.  He showed me all the details of the contract, and I signed it happily.  There would be no cost, he completely waived the fees, and I filled in all the details about where to send the pictures so my husband would get them.  After that he led me upstairs to a studio, and left me to get his cameras.  “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”

    Now that I’d agreed I was excited, but butterflies were building in my stomach.  Dean was gone longer than I’d expected, but he came back with another cup of tea for me.  I sipped on it as he hooked the camera up to the computer and adjusted the lights.  While I wasn’t sure what to do, he knew exactly what to do.  With the camera loaded and lighting just right he started posing me and snapping pictures.

    Dean took a couple normal shots first, just to get the perspectives correct.  After that he started getting me to undress, encouraging me by telling me how beautiful I was and how each shot was perfect.  A couple of shots of me unbuttoning my shirt, then a couple as I slid the shirt off and tossed it away, and then a few of me posing shirtless.

    Time kept ticking by and I started to get more and more into it, Dean was right about that.  His encouragement kept me going whenever I started to have doubts.  I started to feel like a super model the way he was talking to me.  By the time he’d finished the first set I was wearing only my socks, and he’d snapped almost fifty pictures.

    “Alright, let’s change around the background a bit, try a different studio”, he said.  As I was picking up my clothes he handed me a robe instead.  The other studio that he took me too had a bed in a fake bedroom.  “Alright, let me get some sheets for the bed”, he said looking around, “And you can change into something else here…”, he opened a closet full of lingerie, “Something should fit, and feel free to get creative.”

    He left to get sheets and I looked through the lingerie in the closet.  Some of the items were rather raunchy, crotch-less panties and front-less bras, but I picked out a nice corset, stockings, garter, panties, and heels.  Then I waited for Dean, he was gone longer than I’d expected again, but when he returned he had sheets and some more tea for me.

    After he made up the bed, he adjusted the lights to make it look like the bedroom was dark.  I finished the tea and started posing, needing less direction this time, and feeling more confident.  The first set of photos were erotic, but not pornographic.  I’d kept myself at angles to prevent exposing too much.  This time though Dean was encouraging me to get into poses he called sexier, where he could get clear pictures of my bare breasts and pussy, and though I was hesitant I still did the poses.  He assured me that my husband would love these pictures.  For one picture I was on all fours, and even went so far as to spread my pussy lips with my fingers, as he snapped a picture from behind.

    We spent nearly an hour taking pictures as I changed outfits, stripped them off, and posed lewdly.  By now all my inhibitions were gone, he was treating me like the most beautiful woman on the planet, and telling me how thankful he was that I’d pose for him.  Before I knew it he had me in a toga, ready to take a series of pictures as if I were Cleopatra herself.  “Something is missing…”, he said thoughtfully.

    “What?’, I couldn’t imagine what it was.

    "I think we need some slaves for our Queen”, he answered as he left the room.

    He left too fast, I didn’t get a chance to ask him what he meant, but I soon found out.  Dean came back into the room followed by two black men.  “Here we go, they’ll pose with you a bit”, he made it sound like I had no choice.  The two men moved to the closet and undressed.  I felt embarrassed watching them get completely naked, but I was shocked at their cocks.  Both men were really hung, their long, thick, black dicks hanging free.

    I couldn’t help but stare.  They had amazing bodies, and their dicks were so much bigger than my husbands that it was a marvel to me.  Thankfully they both donned togas, so their dicks were hidden beneath the folds of fabric, but my imagination wouldn’t let me forget they were there.  The previous series of photos had me dripping wet, and I’d been feeling more horny as we’d been going.

    So despite the logical parts of my brain telling me to stop and go home, my body compelled me forward.  He had us pose with both men at my feet, their hands on my legs, them looking up at me for a few shots.  Then we moved so I was sitting, one rubbing my shoulders and one rubbing my feet.  It was rather intoxicating, having these two studly men serving me.  There were shots with them holding me in the air, one standing on each side of me with our bodies pressed together, and countless others.

    At one point their togas had slipped down around their waists, leaving their chests bare, and before I knew it mine had fallen open showing the sides of my tits.  With our next pose one guy was on his knees in front of me, hands on my legs, and the other was behind me with his hands around my waist.  Shot after shot their hands moved, higher up my legs, and higher up my chest.  Until finally the guy behind me had his hands on my tits and the guy in front of me had his hands almost all the way up my thighs.

    I didn’t know how much farther they would take things, how much farther I would go, but I soon found out.  The guy behind me slipped his hands inside the top of my toga, his palms on my bare tits.  As he started massaging them and tweaking my nipples, I let out a small moan.  Everything else was forgotten though when the hands up the skirt of my toga found my pussy and started rubbing my clit.  Thinking that I was going to strip down again for another photo session I hadn’t worn any panties or bra, so these strange men had free reign at my body.

    The camera clicked as I put one hand over my pussy, trying to stop the fingers probing me, while I held my other hand to my chest to try and stop the hands groping my breasts.  When neither man stopped I looked down at the man on his knees in front of me and grabbed both his wrists.  The result was a lifting of my skirt, exposing my fingered pussy for the camera as it clicked again.  With my hands otherwise occupied the man behind me slowly pulled the front of my toga open, exposing my breasts, which he immediately covered with his hands.

    Not knowing how to stop either man proved to only confuse me, which they took full advantage of to spread my toga open in the front and play with my body.  The camera kept snapping pictures as I turned to try and hide myself, neither man intent on stopping his explorations of my body.  “Please no…”, the sensations building in my body were intense, my horny nature was overwhelming me, “I’m married…”

    They each took hold of one of my hands and guided them.  First to their bare chests, running my hands down their muscled bodies, moving lower, and finally to the togas bunched around their waists.  I glanced down, looking at both men now standing on either side of me.  Their togas were opened in the front, their hard cocks sticking straight out.  I gasped in surprise, shock all over my face, their dicks were huge.

    Again the camera clicked, catching my moment of surprise.  Dumbstruck with awe I could only watch helpless as their put my hands on their dicks.  Instinctively I wrapped my fingers around their shafts.  They were warm, rock hard, and the skin was soft on my palms.  More pictures snapped as I slowly started pumping each dick, fascinated by the contrast of dark skin against my pale hands.

    I couldn’t help myself really.  The way they were rubbing my tits, teasing my clit, and fingering my pussy had me so hot I was losing control.  Forgetting that the camera was there I started stroking harder and faster, intent on seeing how hard each dick could get in my hands.  There were two fingers in my snatch, filling me up, with a finger and thumb rubbing my clit.  The guy behind me started kissing my neck, biting it lightly, sucking occasionally, all my rubbing my tits and tweaking my nipples.

    The fire was building inside me, and I was getting close to having an orgasm.  “Oh no.  No…”, I was fighting the sensation as much as I could, “I’m married… my husband… oh no…"  I broke into orgasm, bucking my hips against the fingers probing me, moaning and squeezing both cocks as hard as I could.

    When I’d finished cumming one man sat me down on the bed and spread my legs, dropping to his knees in front of me.  My toga was now bunched around my waist, and I could see the camera positioned to take perfectly clear pictures of the action, as the man in front of me leaned his head toward my snatch.

    Getting my pussy eaten was exactly what my body needed, and though I knew how wrong it was, I just couldn’t fight myself anymore.  His hands spread my lips, his tongue found my clit, and a finger slipped inside me.  I fell back on the bed, pleasure running through every part of my body.  As I had my second orgasm my back arched, my eyes closed, my hands gripped his head, my body shook, and I let out a loud moan.

    His tongue was soft and warm, his fingers were thicker and longer than I could have imagined.  I could have laid there for hours and let this talented man eat my pussy to orgasm after orgasm, but I was distracted as the other man climbed onto the bed next to me.  He knelt by my head, his long, black dick hanging inches from my face.  Unable to help myself, I licked my lips with anticipation.

    I reached up one hand and grabbed his shaft, pulling him to me, I couldn’t believe how horny I was.  The head of his dick touched my lips, and I ran my tongue around it.  Licking down the shaft I could taste the saltiness of his skin, feel his warmth on my face, and when I sucked the head into my mouth I tasted his precum.  For a moment I wondered if maybe there had been something in the tea to make me this horny, but the thought quickly faded.

    It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced, having two men.  One eating my pussy, fingering my holes, while moaning and jerking his cock was enough to make me cum, but the feeling of a hard cock in my mouth and hands made my orgasm intense.  I moaned around the dick I was sucking, stroking it harder and faster, trying to take as much as I could into my mouth and throat.

    After my third orgasm the man between my legs stood up, his huge dick hanging over my stomach, and I got nervous.  The size of his cock was unbelievable, I’d never be able to take it, and the thought snapped me back to the reality of my situation.  Glancing over I saw Dean still taking pictures, now operating two cameras.  One camera was situation at the end of the room, taking overall shots of the scene, while he held a second camera to take pictures with as he moved around us.

    Panic gripped me then.  These two black men were using my white body as a sex toy, and it was all being photographed.  My husband would kill me if he knew, I had to flee.  All I could managed though was to drop the cock from my mouth and moan, "No…”

    The man between my legs removed his toga, and dropped it on the floor.  Next he climbed up on the bed and knelt next to my head, opposite the other man.  Now I had a hard cock on both sides of me.  I grabbed the new cock, trying to retain control, and moaned again, “Please, no…”

    I didn’t know what had made me so horny, perhaps something really was in the tea, but I was finding myself less able to resist.  Without thought my hand started stroking the new cock as the other man got off the bed.  He removed his toga, and then slowly removed mine.  Now I was laying naked on a bed with two naked black men, one hard, black dick in my hands and the other hovering dangerously close to my pussy.

    The man by my head ran his dick across my lips, my tongue instinctively slipping out to taste him.  I tried to use my hands to guide him away, but it only served to stroke his dick as I licked it.  Fearfully I looked down at the other man, he’d been standing between my legs as they hung over the edge of the bed, posing for the camera.  My eyes were glued to him, trying to convince him not to go any farther by just looking at him.

    He grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs into the air.  Again I heard the camera click.  Then he stepped forward, his dick now inches from my pussy, and another picture was snapped.  I pulled the dick away from my mouth and pleaded one last time, “No… I’m married…"  As he rubbed the head of his cock against my clit I moaned, and then tried to convince him, "My husband…"  He rubbed the incredible length of his shaft between my pussy lips and against my clit, teasing me with his heat, and one last time I pleaded, "I’m married…”

    That was when he pushed his dick inside me.  Although it was only the first few inches, I felt full beyond anything I’d experienced before, and I screamed loudly.  Dean kept snapping pictures as the black stranger pushed more and more of himself inside me.  Fire ripped through my pussy and burned through my body.  I was helpless against such sexual potency, able to only scream and moan as he violated me.

    Another orgasm was building inside me, fueled by everything that had happened so far.  When he finally pushed the last of himself inside me, and I felt our bodies touch, I shivered as a small orgasm took me.  All he was doing was holding himself inside me, filling and stretching me to my limits, and the sensations were amazing.  It was more cock than I knew existed.

    I’d never thought I could feel this good, with a hard dick in my hands and a hard dick filling my pussy.  Lustfully I started licking and sucking the cock in my hands, loving the sensation of having two dicks inside me.  The man in my pussy started stroking in and out of me, slowly at first, but quickly building speed.  When he would slam his dick into me all the way, our bodies would smack together, and a wave of pleasure would surge through me.  It was incredible, and I found myself moaning louder with each stroke.

    When I finally came I thought I would rip in two, the sensations were so overpowering, and I shook so violently that I felt certain I would spasm myself into oblivion.  I popped the cock from my mouth, leaned my head back, and yelled in pleasure.  The camera was there when I opened my eyes, but I no longer cared.  If these men could make me cum like that, Dean could take all the pictures he wanted.  It was one hundred times stronger than any orgasm I’d ever had before.

    Amazingly the man fucking me didn’t slow down, even as I orgasmed, he just kept pounding into me as he held my legs wide apart.  “Oh yes”, I heard myself moan, “Fuck me.  Make me cum."  I couldn’t believe those words were coming out of my mouth, but having another orgasm that strong was all I could think about.  I didn’t have to wait long.  Just a few more strokes and I broke into another orgasm, longer and harder than my first.  "Fuck yes!  Fuck yes!  Oh Fuck!  That’s so good!”

    My orgasm subsided and he withdrew his dick from my pussy.  “Oh shit…”, I breathed deeply as he climbed onto the bed beside me positioning his cock near my mouth.  Eagerly I grabbed it and sucked as much of it as I could down my throat.  It was so hot, tasting myself on this strange dick, gently rubbing the prick in my other hand.  Dean snapped a picture of my wet pussy, then one of me with the heads of both dicks in my mouth as I swirled my tongue between them.

    If Dean wanted slutty pictures, that was fine by me, as long as I got to have more orgasms.  Neither of the ebony studs was moving away from my eager tongue though, so I prodded them, “Come on boys.  Fuck me.  Give me a cock."  The one that hadn’t violated my pink snatch yet moved down the bed and stood between my legs.  He leaned forward, putting my ankles on his shoulders, and the position caused my hips to rise up off the bed.  As he slowly sank his cock into my hungry cunt I encouraged him, "Yes!  Fuck me!  Fill me up with that hot cock!  Give me your black meat!”

    He did too.  Holding himself over me he slammed down into me hard, only to pull up quickly and slam back down.  It was unbelievable how hard and fast he fucked me, his cock was like a jackhammer pounding my pussy into another orgasm.  “Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!”, I chanted as he fucked me through another orgasm.

    I don’t know how long we fucked like that, the two of them taking turns while Dean kept taking pictures, but it was a long time.  Eagerly I would suck one cock while getting fucked by another.  The way they made me feel was amazing, and it just made me try to be more slutty.  Never before had I sucked a man’s balls while jerking his dick, but I did with these two.

    Unbelievably the two men found ways to make me cum even harder and harder.  One fucked me from behind, I was on all fours on the bed, and he stuck a finger in my ass as he did.  The feeling was so naughty that I came harder and screamed louder than before, and from then on I begged them to finger my ass while they fucked me.

    Dean had us change positions a few times, and when I was sitting on a cock I got a surprise.  I’d been riding the man beneath me for a few minutes, sucking the dick in my face, when the guy withdrew himself from my mouth and moved behind me.  A bit scared I looked back to see what he was doing, and got my expression caught on camera for it.  The man was positioned his huge, black dick at my asshole.

    “Oh no”, I pleaded with them, suddenly scared again.  Anal sex was never something I enjoyed, and though their fingers were nice, their dicks were too big, besides that I already had a cock in my pussy and knew I’d split in two.  “No please”, I felt his head press against my asshole, it was impossibly large.  “Not there”, the camera snapped a picture of my worry.

    My protests didn’t matter at all, he slowly pushed forward and his dick slipped inside my ass.  He was slick with my saliva and pussy juice, and my asshole was lubed from all the fucking so far.  That didn’t diminish the pain though as he pushed deeper into me.  Thankfully the other guy had stopped fucking me momentarily, just holding himself inside me.  For a few long minutes the cock violated my ass deeper and deeper.

    I felt so full, each dick stretching me and pushing against each other, causing parts of me I didn’t know I had to get rubbed like I never knew they could.  There was a grimace on my face, my eyes squeezed shut, and when I heard the camera click in my face I had to open my eyes to see what Dean was doing.  Sure enough he was capturing my expression as I was filled by two dicks for the first time.

    Pictures snapped of my face, our bodies, my pussy and ass being stretched, everything.  When the dick was fully planted in my ass I was breathing heavy, hoping for a few minutes to adjust to the feeling.  The two black men using me had other ideas though.  After just a moment they started moving, and I exploded into the loudest orgasm anyone has ever had.

    Quickly I realized that every sensation I’d had so far that day was nothing compared to having my ass and pussy fucked at the same time.  I lost track of time as they double fucked me.  One orgasm lead into another and another, until I was ready to pass out.  There was nothing left in me, I’d cum more than I had ever, the sex was better than everything else I’d ever experienced combined.

    And still the two men weren’t done.  I was almost a rag doll, so spent that I was limp and tired.  They rolled me over onto my side, one laying behind me and one in front of me, and they fucked my holes like that.  Finally I had to beg them to stop, breathless and afraid that I would pass out if we continued.

    So at Dean’s direction they climbed off the bed and I rolled onto my back, pleased to have a respite.  Both men stepped up by my head and started jerking their black dicks over my face.  Dean snapped more and more pictures, and then finally both men exploded in orgasm.  Their cum landed on my face, my neck, my tits, and my chest.  I brought my hands up to rub it in and some landed on my hands.

    Dean took a whole series of pictures of me splattered with cum, and then had me lick it off myself.  Finally he had me lick the two dark cocks clean, all while smiling for the camera.  I was in absolute sexual bliss, but as I started to come down off the high it struck me what I had just done.  The two black studs were getting dressed and leaving the room, Dean was putting his two cameras away while studying the pictures, and I was left laying naked and well fucked.

    So I dressed, suddenly feeling ashamed, trying to figure out how to go back to my husband knowing that he could never make me cum like I just had.  Nearly three hours had passed since I first started posing, it was unbelievable how those men could fuck.  As I was leaving Dean thanked me for the photo session and asked me if I enjoyed myself.  Part of me wanted to blurt out, “Fuck yes!”, and part of me wanted to tell him off for bringing out the cock slut in me like that.  All I managed was to nod and whisper yes.

    He smiled big, shook my hand, and as he closed the door said, “And don’t worry, the photos and video will come out great.  He’ll love them.”

    Not thinking about it I struggled back to my car and drove away.  I was so weak all over, every ounce of energy I had was gone.  As I pulled into the driveway I started to recover a bit, trying to muster up some sense of normalcy for going inside and facing my husband.  That was when it occurred to me, Dean had said photos and video, that meant his other camera was capturing video right to the computer, probably sound and all.  Worse than that was the last realization I had, Dean would send the pictures and the videos to my husband as I’d requested before things had gone too far, and I had no way to stop him!

Newlyweds (Laura meets Bob)

    My wife Laura and I had only been married for three weeks when we moved into our new condo.  We were really excited about it, the building was in a great location, it had security and all the amenities we wanted, and the neighbors were really nice.  Once we got settled in we held a small party and invited all our neighbors, just to get to know everyone.  At the party we made friends with a nice man named Robert that lived on floor below us.

    Robert was in his mid fifties, which seemed much older than my wife and I, as we were in our early twenties.  He had a very friendly demeanor and genuine personality.  I invited him back to watch the game that weekend and he agreed.

    The day of the game Laura went out to run some errands while I stayed in to watch the game with Robert.  “Call me Bob”, he told me quickly, and so I did.  During the commercials we would talk, and at one point he Laura got home with bags full of things we needed for the condo.  She sneaked down the hall to the bedroom and left us alone in the living room.

    “You sure have a pretty wife”, Bob said.  I thanked him.  “Are you sure you’re satisfying her?”, he asked.

    Shocked at his bluntness I stammered a bit before shooting back, “What are you talking about?”

    “She was carrying a small bag from the adult store down by the mall”.  I hadn’t even noticed.  “Looks like it had a toy inside, and it looked like she was trying to hide it from you.  That means she’s using toys to satisfy herself.  Which means you”, he paused briefly, “aren’t.  I live below you, which means I can hear most of what goes on in here, and if you were satisfying her I would hear it”.

    I didn’t know how to respond, but I was about to ask him to leave.  All I could managed was, “My wife is satisfied”.

    “Oh yeah?  Tell you what”, he said during the next set of commercials, “I bet you she isn’t”.

    “I… um, okay”, I replied.  “What are we betting”.

    “If I’m right, I get to teach you how to satisfy her”.

    That didn’t sound so bad, “And if you’re wrong Bob?"  I was confident that my wife enjoyed our sex life.

    Bob pulled a wad of dollar bills out of his pocket, set it on the table and said, "That’s one hundred dollars right there.  Yours, if I’m wrong”.

    “You’re on”, I said with confidence.

    “Well there’s only one person that can settle this”.  With that he muted the television and shouted down the hallway, “Hey Laura!  Got a minute?”

    My wife joined us in the living room and said, “Sure, what’s up?”

    Bob motioned for her to sit down and said, “Your husband here thinks that he satisfies you”.  Laura looked surprised, but Bob continued anyway, “I bet him that he doesn’t”.  He picked up the wad of money from the table and waved it at her.  “Now there’s a lot of money riding on this, so you need to be honest.  Does he satisfy you sexually?”

    Laura hesitated for a minute before responding, “Not really, no”.  Bob laughed, I’m certain that I looked shocked, and my wife said, “Wait, did we lose?  We don’t have that kind of money to be betting!"  She sounded angry with me.

    I was about to explain when Bob cut me off, "Your husband didn’t bet money, I did”.

    “What did he bet then?”, Laura asked.

    “He lost, so I get to teach him how to satisfy you”.

    “What does that mean?”, my wife asked.

    “That means you should go get that bag you got from the adult store, and come show us what you bought”.  Laura hesitated, and I didn’t know what to say or do.  “You’re newlyweds right?  So it should be something fun, this should be a very sexually charged time for you”.  We both waited to see where he was going.  “Laura honey”, he got up and stood next to her.  Touching her face gently he finished, “You should be having two or three orgasms every time you’re with your husband.  Are you having any?”

    Ashamed my wife looked down and shook her head.

    “Why don’t we see if we can fix that?”, Bob asked.  He helped her stand up from the chair, and directed her down the hall toward the bedroom, before sitting back on the couch next to me.  Just before she disappeared into the bedroom Bob said, “Laura!  You should bring all the toys you own out here for your husband to see, and change into something sexy”.

    Honestly, the thought of getting my wife more into sex was thrilling to me.  Laura rarely seemed interested, and if it took Bob coaching us from the sidelines then so be it.  A few minutes later my wife came out of the bedroom.  She was wearing a sheer black nightie over a lacy black bra and panties, matching garter, stockings, and heels.

    With her were two toys, a long pink dildo which I knew she owned, and a small, white egg shaped thing that I didn’t know about.  Bob started complimenting her on how great she looked, how beautiful she was, and how he would help her.  “Why don’t you sit down and show us how you use those”, Bob said.  Laura shook her head reluctantly.  “Laura honey, I’m trying to help you out here”.  He sounded very calm and reassuring.  “I need to know where the problems are before I can show you how to fix them.  You want them fixed right?”

    My wife nodded in agreement.  “If you don’t want to show us how you get off, then I think there’s only one other way”.  There was a short pause, and I wasn’t sure what the silence was for or what everyone else was thinking.  I sat there wondering until my wife nodded again.  Bob took her hand and led her down the hall toward the bedroom.  Curious, I followed.

    Once inside the bedroom Bob motioned for me to sit down in a chair while he helped Laura sit on the edge of the bed.  Standing right in front of her he said, “Alright honey, let’s make sure you can actually have an orgasm with a man”.  With that he dropped to his knees in front of her, put a hand on each of her knees, and pushed her legs apart.

    As he leaned his head in I jumped up and yelled, “Hey!  Wait a minute!”

    He leaned back and said, “What?  I need to know if she can orgasm with a man, and you obviously can’t make that happen.  We can’t fix anything until we know what the problem is”.  When it was obvious that I was going to protest again Bob asked my wife, “Do you want me to stop?”

    We both paused and waited for her to answer, it took her a minute, but eventually my wife said, “No”.  I was shocked and aroused at the same time, we’d never really talked about exploring sexually, much less bringing in other people, but I did like this side of my wife.

    It was all Bob needed to hear, he leaned his head in toward her lacy, black panties, his hands sliding up her thighs at the same time.  His hand yanked her panties aside, a finger from his other hand penetrating her moist lips, and then his mouth making contact with her clit.  I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but it was kind of obvious how my wife felt.  Laura’s head was back, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was hanging open slightly.  A look of pleasure was slowly working its way onto her face.

    Bob continued pumping a finger in and out of my wife’s pussy as he licked furiously on her clit.  Laura was moaning louder and louder, leaning back on her elbows.  A second finger joined Bob’s first, and having two fingers inside her made my wife moan louder.  My dick was getting hard in my pants watching.  It was obvious that Bob and my wife were enjoying themselves.

    “Yes… yes… yes…”, Laura was chanting with a look of concentration on her face.  She fell silent for a moment, holding her breath, and then she started shaking.  A long, loud moan escaped her, turning into a yell, and she shook so hard that the entire bed vibrated.  Her arms gave out beneath her and she fell back onto the bed.  “Ohhh fuuuck!”, she yelled.

    To call it an orgasm would be an understatement, but it was obvious that she was cumming.  Bob though did not let up, he continued his facial assault on my wife’s pussy.  “Oh shit, shit, shit”, she chanted as her orgasm kept going.  After nearly two minutes she finally stopped cumming, moaning softly and breathing heavy.

    Bob sat back, rubbing her thighs gently, and asked, “How was that?”

    “Holy shit”, she said.

    “Alright”, he said looking at me, “How about you give that a shot?”

    I got up from the chair and moved between my wife’s knees on the bed.  She was looking down at me, leaning on her elbows again, as I started eating her out.  Just like Bob did I stuck a finger inside her pussy and licked back and forth on what I thought was her clit.  After a few minutes Laura had not cum yet, so I rolled my eyes upward to look at her.  She wasn’t looking at me anymore, she was looking across the room.

    So I turned my head, as much as I could without taking my mouth off her, to see what she was looking at.  Bob had sat down in the chair, his pants were undone, and he was stroking his dick.  It was huge and sticking straight up out of his lap toward the ceiling.  My wife was staring at him.

    Another minute went by and I heard Bob, “I don’t think it’s going to happen.  Laura?”

    “No”, she cooed softly.

    “We should try something else then, to help your husband’s technique”, he replied.

    “Okay”, she said.

    “Alright”, I said now willing to learn anything that would help.  I wanted to be able to give my wife orgasms like she’d just had.

    Bob got up from the chair and came to the edge of the bed.  “Are your breasts sensitive?”, he asked.  She only nodded in response.  I went back to the chair, and like Bob I freed my dick from my pants to stroke it as I watched.  Unable to help myself, I made a quick mental comparison of his dick to mine, and thought mine was rather small.  “How about we see which parts of your body are sensitive and can help you get aroused”.

    He started running his hands over her body, especially her breasts, pushing her bra down to get at them better.  One of his hands slipped down her body to her pussy, where he gently probed her lips and rubbed her clit.  In less than a minute she was squirming on the bed under his hands and moaning.  I was so turned on that my dick was harder then it had ever been.

    Laura reached up and grabbed Bob’s cock, it was still hard and had been hanging over her as he touched her.  I wasn’t expecting her to do that, it wouldn’t help me learn anything, but at that point I thought it best not to interrupt.  Her hand was barely able to wrap around his shaft, and fascinated, she started to slowly jerk back and forth.  He leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue.  A long, soft moan escaped her lips.

    She continued jerking his cock as he leaned up and kissed her on the lips.  I could see their tongues tangling, could hear her moaning, and I started to feel a bit uncomfortable.  Bob slipped his hand lower, pushing into her pussy with one finger while his other rubbed her asshole gently.  Laura’s eye popped open in surprise as he probed her ass with a finger, but instead of stopping him she only moaned louder through their kiss, her eyes locked on his.

    Bob picked her up, moved her farther up on the bed, and then lay down beside her in something close to a sixty-nine position.  He moved his head back between her legs, spreading her pussy lips with one hand so he could get his lips wrapped around her clit, while his other hand continued to play with her asshole.  It took no time at all before my wife was moaning and squirming again, locking her legs around his head and rocking back and forth on his hands and tongue.

    It was all more than I could stand, watching my wife in such pleasure, and I started cumming.  I blew my load all over my chest and legs, making a big mess of myself.  It was an amazingly hard orgasm, my dick jerked multiple times, and my balls tightened.  Neither of them seemed to notice, and now with a big mess on my chest, I needed something to clean myself.  So I got up and went into the bathroom where I washed my cum off and wiped myself dry.

    When I came back into the bedroom Bob was laying on his back and my wife had rolled over on top of him, her legs were spread wide and resting on either side of his head.  His tongue was flicking up and down across her clit, two fingers buried in her cunt, and a third in her ass.  I watched for a minute, fascinated and enthralled, until I realized what else was happening.

    A quick step to the side and I could see my wife sucking Bob’s dick.  Her head was moving up and down his shaft, taking as much of it as she could with enthusiasm.  She jerked one hand up and down in time with her mouth while her other hand massaged his balls.  That was more than I was comfortable with.

    “Wait, what…”, I started to protest, but I was cut off by Laura’s orgasm.  She screamed so loud she drowned me out, and although her head came up off Bob’s dick she never let go of it.  It lasted forever, her hips driving down onto his face so hard I was afraid she’d smother him.

    When she finally finished cumming she collapsed onto the bed next to him, breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling.  Bob asked, “How was that?  You ever cum that hard before?”

    “No”, she answered between breaths, “Never like that.  Never twice.”

    Bob looked up at me, “Could you go get us some water from the kitchen?  I think we’re going to need it.”

    “Alright”, I answered stunned.  As I went down to the hall and into the kitchen, I felt slightly relieved that things were now over, it had gone far enough.  Though I was looking forward to laying with my wife in a sixty-nine and doing what they had just done.  The thought was enough to start getting me hard again, even if Bob was going to watch.  I was getting three bottles of water out of the fridge when I heard Laura start moaning again.  ‘Again?’, I thought.

    As I walked down the hall toward the bedroom her noises got louder, and I could hear her yelling in rhythm, “Shit!  Shit!  Shit!"  And even though deep down I knew what was happening, when I opened the door I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.

    Laura was on her back, now moaning so loud I was afraid that everyone in the building could hear her.  Bob was on top of her, pounding his big dick in and out of her pussy, their bodies slapping together furiously.  Laura was having another orgasm that seemed to build with each of Bob’s thrusts and her moans, more like shouts, continued at a fevered volume.  Her legs were hooked over his arms, bent at the knees, and when he would rock forward into her it caused her feet and ankles to kick up toward her head.

    It was so energetic, their bodies flailing, sweat dripping, Bob moaning, my wife yelling, his dick slamming into her pussy so hard I feared she might get hurt, and I wasn’t a part of it.  Jealously and anger took hold of me, and I dropped the water in the chair intent on shoving Bob off my wife.  As I leaned in to try and break them up though my wife’s foot shot up and caught me on the side of the head.

    For a moment my vision went black and I reeled, dazed.  When I was clear again, they were still humping hard and fast, so I leaned in for another try at dislodging Bob, trying to avoid accidentally getting kicked by my wife again.  It was tough, Bob wasn’t slowing his pace and Laura’s feet were flailing wildly.

    Again I got kicked, my wife’s foot hit me square in the head.  There was a bit of pain this time in addition to the shock, so I fell backward off the bed and onto the floor.  When I stood up she screamed at me, "Fuck off!"  Surprised, I just stood there not sure what to say or do.  Laura made eye contact with me briefly and screamed again, "Go the fuck away!”

    Never before had I heard her cuss like that.  Bob hadn’t slowed his pace at all, it was unbelievable, but not even breathless he said to me, “Better do as she says man.”

    My mouth hung open, I wanted to protest, but before I could find words my wife screamed, “Can’t you see I’m busy getting fucked?"  I took a step back feeling hurt and she yelled, "Yes!  Go!  Let me enjoy this big dick!  Let me get fucked by a real dick!”

    “But…”, I tried to say anything but emotions were flooding me, “I can’t… stand…”

    “Then go watch your fucking game!”, she yelled.

    “Best give her space”, Bob said chuckling, “This will take a while.”

    I backed off into the hallway, defeated, pulling the bedroom door mostly closed.  As I moved toward the living room feeling numb I heard her yell, “Now fuck me!  Fuck me! Really give it to me! Come on!"  She trailed off into primal moans and screams.  For almost ten minutes I tried sitting in the living room, but I couldn’t escape the sounds.  There were no breaks, no changes, only my wife’s screams as she went from orgasm to orgasm.

    Finally I decided that I’d rather be in the bedroom so I could know what was happening, because not knowing was worse.  So I went back down the hall and into the bedroom, neither of them noticed me at all.  I sat down in the chair for a lack of anywhere else to sit.  They were still in the same position except my wife had moved her legs and had her ankles locked behind Bob’s waist.  It only lasted another couple of minutes, before Bob finally stopped pumping.

    Any thoughts I had about it being the end were destroyed when Bob said, "Alright honey, let’s try another position and see if that works."  He rolled her over onto her belly and pushed himself down onto her, his dick between her spread legs, using his weight to hold her to the bed.  With a quick hip thrust forward his dick slipped inside her, and they immediately resumed their fucking motions.

    They fucked for almost an hour in countless positions.  Her on all fours, sitting on him forward and backward, her bent over the bed, laying beside each other, and finally with him kneeling between her legs with her hips propped up on two pillows.  Each positions lasted forever, my wife cumming so many times I lost count.  In almost every position Bob had a finger buried in my wife’s ass as he fucked her, it only seemed to make her cum harder.  I was so turned on by it all that I managed to jerk off twice more, once sitting in the chair and once in the bathroom just listening to them.

    Laura yelled loudly every time she came, announcing that she was cumming, telling Bob how much she loved fucking, that she loved his big dick, and how good he made her feel.  When Bob finally came he had his dick buried inside her and pushed as deep as he could.  His balls tensed again and again, emptying his load into her bare pussy.

    After they’d both calmed down he used two fingers to rub and pinch her clit, while still holding his half hard cock inside her.  It wasn’t something she was expecting, because she jumped and screamed her way into another orgasm.  Finally she had to grab his wrist with both her hands and stop him, "Oh God”, she was breathless, “That’s too much.”

    “Well Laura”, Bob asked, “Was that good?”

    “Fuck yes!”, she answered, “How do you stay hard that long?”

    “Gotta know how to please a woman”, he replied.

    “Holy crap…”, was her breathless response.

    A few minutes later she got up from the bed and went into the bathroom where she started to shower.  Bob got dressed, and I sat there unsure what to say or do.  I felt completed deflated, empty inside.  Without saying anything, Bob left.  When my wife came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, she looked around then asked, “Where’s Bob?”

    “He left”, I answered.  Laura looked disappointed, and simply got dressed.  The rest of the night was uneventful, she acted like nothing had happened, though she did go to bed early.  In the days that followed I tried to make love to my wife a few times, but she never seemed satisfied.  Our love making had not only failed to gain anything, but seemed to lose something.

Massage Therapy

    My doctor had recommended therapeutic massages for my condition, to help me relax and to help ease my muscle pain.  I was uncomfortable with the idea of going to a spa though, so I talked to a friend of mine and she recommended a massage service that comes to your home.  She seemed rather enthusiastic about it, smiling big when she told me about them.  My husband thought it was a good idea, whatever made me comfortable and helped me out he said.

    So I called them up and asked for one therapist to come to my house, scheduled a date, and then they asked me if I preferred a female or a male.  I hadn’t thought about it, “Male”, I said unsure.

    “And what type of massage were you looking for?”, the receptionist asked me.

    I hadn’t thought about that either, so I asked, “What are my choices?”

    “Swedish, Full Body, Shiatsu, Deep Tissue, Relaxation, and Aromatic”.

    Relaxation sounded exactly like what my doctor had ordered, so I asked for that.  They told me the price, and that was it.  All I had to do was wait.

    The following day I cleared a space in the living room, knowing they’d be setting up a massage table, and took a shower right before the appointment.  I was drying off from the shower when the doorbell rang, I was running a little late and they were running a little early.  So wrapped my hair up in a towel, wrapped a towel around myself, and ran down to get the door.

    On the other side of the door was a gorgeous man, well built body, great smile, warm eyes, tanned skin, and a soft voice.  “I’m Brad”, he introduced himself, “You must be Mrs. Wilson?”

      I’m a petite woman, and I was a little intimidated to let him in when I was alone.  But he showed me his business card from the massage company, he was carrying a folded up table in a bag, and had a backpack with him.  Still a little unsure of the whole massage thing, I let him in and showed him to the living room where he began to set up his table.  We had a short conversation about it being my first massage, and what I needed it for.

    “Um… I’m going to go upstairs and get changed, I’ll be right back”, I said.

    “Oh, there’s no need for that”, he said smiling.  “I’ll cover you with a towel for the massage, so you’ll be more comfortable the way you are”.  Sure enough he pulled two towels out of his bag, and then a sheet which he covered the table with.  “If you’d be more comfortable, I can leave the room while you get situated.  Or I can hold the towel up”.  He demonstrated by holding the towel up to block his view of the table.

    “Okay”, I said shyly.  As he held the towel up I slowly took my towel off, and then the one from my hair.  Completely naked I laid down on the table, face down.  Once I was down her covered my ass with the towel, folding it neatly.  Then he asked, “Are you comfortable?”

    “Yes”, I replied.  The table was warm, the sheet was soft, the towel was soft, and it all felt really nice and relaxing.

    He started by rubbing my back lightly, touching and pushing in various places, feeling for knotted muscles, and then he worked his way down my back to my thighs and calves.  For a minute he even rubbed my feet, and I was starting to really enjoy my first massage.

    “Alright”, he said softly, “I think I know where your tension is now, so we can get started”.  He pulled a bottle of lotion out of his bag, spreading some in his hands to warm it, and then spreading his hands across my back.  It felt amazing, his hands were strong and soft all at the same time.

    I lost track of time as he worked his hands over my back, rubbing all my muscles loose, and then his hands worked down toward my ass.  “I’m going to work your glutes now”, he said.  “If you get uncomfortable just let me know”.  Sure enough his hands started circling around the base of my back, moving the towel slightly lower, and then his hands cupped my ass.

    It made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but it also did actually loosen up some of the muscles in my back.  He kept working on my ass though, rubbing it around in circles, gripping it in his hands, and kneading it.  I’d never had a massage before, so I didn’t know what was appropriate and what wasn’t, and even though it seemed a little over the line, I figured he was the professional and knew what he was doing though.

    And then I was certain that I felt the tip of one of his fingers slide across my asshole.  It was a brief touch, and I wasn’t exactly certain, so I didn’t react.  Then he moved his hands to my thighs and started rubbing them, working his way down.  Soon he was rubbing my feet, which felt amazing, and then he said, “I’m going to do some leg stretches now”.

    Sure enough he started bending my legs, moving them about, crossing them, and gently stretching the muscles.  It wasn’t until now that I realized the towel that had been covering my ass was gone.  Which meant when he was stretching my legs, I was certain that he had a view of my pussy.  If he did, he didn’t say anything though.

    He reached for more oil, grabbing the bottle, but with his hands slick he had a little trouble holding onto it.  Then when he popped the top open, it slipped and oil spilled out all over his shirt.  I gasped, and he said, “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.  Just a minute”.  Laying there, trying not to expose myself too much, I leaned up and watched as he removed his shirt.

    His muscled chest was glistening with oil, and despite myself I inhaled sharply.  Not wanting to be rude and stare, I turned and laid back down.  “Oh no”, he said exhaling, “It got everywhere”.  I was trying not to look, but I heard a zipper and then what I was pretty sure were his pants coming off.  So I turned my head slightly, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him standing there wearing only tight, black, bikini style briefs.

    There was a huge bulge in the front of them, and he was busy folding up his pants and shirt and setting them on his bag.  Again I inhaled, trying not to think about this amazingly hot, nearly naked man standing next to me, all covered in oil.  Then he started running his hands over his body, massaging the oil in, and spreading it evenly over himself.

    His hands ran down his stomach toward his groin, pausing just above the elastic band of his briefs, and then he looked over at me.  It was so sudden that I didn’t have a chance to look away before he caught me watching him.  Embarrassed I turned away and put my head back down into the little face pillow.  I heard him snap the band of his briefs, and then I felt his hands on my back again.

    He rubbed up my shoulders, across my neck, and down my spine.  I couldn’t believe the naughty thoughts I was having about this strange man, in the living room of my own house, surrounded by pictures of my husband.  Suddenly I noticed his body in front of me, from the position I was laying in I could only see his legs, and he was leaning over me to rub my back and neck.

    More than a couple times his body brushed against mine as he hands explored my body.  “I’m going to finish working on your glutes”, he said.  Seconds later his hands returned to my bare ass, rubbing and kneeing.  This time I was certain that I felt one of his fingertips slide across my asshole, it was subtle and quick, but I was certain that’s what it was.  Then I thought, ‘Perhaps that’s just what my mind wants to think’.  But then it happened again, and I knew with certainty that’s what it was.  Despite being upset at this strange man feeling me up, I found the sensation quite arousing.

    It happened a couple more times and I found myself starting to anticipate it, knowing now how he moved and when it would happen.  That was when I realized that my body was starting to move in response to his explorations, that my hips were moving upward slightly to raise my ass, in anticipation of his fingers rubbing my asshole.  I was desperately embarrassed at my body’s betrayal, and hoped that he hadn’t noticed.

    On his next pass though his finger rubbed right pass my asshole and lightly brushed the lips of my pussy.  There was no mistaking it anymore, he was taking advantage of my nakedness to cope some free feels.  I wanted to be upset, but I was only embarrassed.  The next time his fingers passed they touched my pussy lips more firmly and a shiver ran through my body.

    I knew that my body was aroused, only my mind was trying to fight what was happening.  That was when he stopped touching me and said, “Alright Mrs. Wilson, I need you to go ahead and turn over for the next phase of your massage”.

    Hesitantly I thought, 'Surely he can’t want me to roll over completely naked like this’.  Part of me knew that’s exactly what he wanted me to do, and part of me wanted to.  So I leaned up slightly and turned to look at him.  He was still wearing only his briefs, glistening with oil, smiling down at me.

    When he saw me hesitating he said, “I’m sorry that I’m all out of towels, I had to clean up the spilled oil.  If you’d like I can go get one of your towels for you”.

    Realizing that would be more trouble to explain which towel to use than I really cared for, I said, “No, that’s alright”.  Slowly I rolled over, onto my back, my exposed breasts and pussy there for him to see, blushing a little.

    “Don’t be embarrassed”, he said, “You have a beautiful body, very gorgeous”.  That made me blush more.  “Just relax for this next part”, he finished grabbing up the bottle of lotion and oiling his hands.

    He started on my feet, then my calves, and then my thighs.  Rubbing them gently in turn, loosening the muscles.  I couldn’t help but be embarrassed though, with this strange man looking at me naked, running his hands all over my body.  The thought of it turned me on at the same time, and it made me feel rather ashamed.

    "Mrs. Wilson, you’re tensing up.  What’s wrong?“

    "I’m a little shy is all”, I replied with a half-truth.

    “Don’t be”, he said soothingly, “Here, I can make you feel more comfortable”.  With that he tucked both thumbs inside the waistband of his briefs, and pushed them to the floor.  One small kick and his briefs landed atop his bag, leaving him completely naked.  “Now we’re both naked and there’s nothing for you to be ashamed of”.

    I wasn’t listening to him though, I was staring at his dick.  He was completely shaved, his dick was long and thick, hanging low, with a large head.  The vein running down the side was clearly visible, and I thought, 'Damned that’s a big dick, and he’s soft!'  He was easily more hung than any man I had personally seen.

    He didn’t say anything, just allowed me to stare as he went back to work, rubbing my arms, hands, and shoulders.  I didn’t want to stare, but I found myself mesmerized by his dick, watching it sway back and forth as his body moved.  Moving back to my legs he was standing beside me, putting his dick about two inches from my arm.  There were a couple of times, as he massaged up and down my thigh that his dick actually brushed against me.  It even twitched once as he came up my thigh, I was certain of it.

    A few minutes later his hands started rubbing my stomach, and that feeling of wetness started to creep back between my legs.  Anticipating what was coming next just made it that much more thrilling when it happened, his hands circled upward and looped around my breasts.  His hands did another circle around, then ran over my breasts once lightly brushing my nipples.  They dipped back down my stomach and briefly passed through the patch of hair above my pussy.

    “You have beautiful breasts”, he told me running his hands over them again.  This time he slightly pinched my nipples between his fingers as he did.  I was in a state of arousal just enough that it caused my nipples to get rock hard, which would be obvious to him.  Turning my head away from him, I shut my eyes, trying not to think about him or how turned on he was making me.  One of his hands continued to massage my breasts, kneading them and playing with my nipples, while I felt his other hand slip back down my stomach.

    I felt it push though my bush of hair, rubbing gently back and forth, slipping a little lower each time.  It was almost as if he was daring me to stop him, to say something, and I found myself both wondering how far he would go and without the willpower to stop him.  Just as his hand was about to make contact with the top of my pussy he pulled it away from my body.

    Actually somewhat upset that he would stop, that he was teasing me, I snapped open my eyes and looked at him.  Some of the spilled oil had started running down his chest, pooling together just above his dick, and starting to run lower.  “Sorry Mrs. Wilson”, he apologized again, “I have to take care of this oil”.

    He took a step back from the table and turned away from me, blocking my view of what his hands were doing with his body, and I said, “Hey now, that’s not fair.  You get to look at me I get to look at you”.  Smiling he turned back around and let me watch as he ran both hands down his hairless chest, pushing the oil together, and then down over his dick.  I lay there and watched, breathing heavier, getting more turned on, as he began to pump both hands up and down the length of his shaft using the oil to make his dick slick.

    Again I was mesmerized, almost helpless, watching this beautiful man jerk his dick just for me.  Rubbing one hand over his balls, the other moistening his shaft.  In less then a minute he was hard, his dick an impossible length and girth.  “There now”, he said still smiling, “With that done we can finish working on you”.

    This time I didn’t take my eyes off him, watching his huge, hard dick bounce before me as his hands returned to rubbing my body.  He tweaked both my nipples at the same time, rubbing my breasts firmly.  When both of my nipples were hard again he returned one hand to my stomach, sliding low through my bush, and then one of his fingers made contact with my pussy lips.

    Another shiver ran through me, both of us smiled, and I knew that this was no longer a massage.  “Just what kind of massage is this?”, I asked.

    His hands paused where they were, “This is the relaxation massage.  Do you want me to stop?”, he asked in return.

    I had to think about it for a minute, I still wasn’t sure how far he was willing to go, and I was very aroused, but I was also very married.  Perhaps this was what they meant by a happy ending massage, perhaps he was just going to use his hands on me, and that wasn’t really cheating on my husband.  With it rationalized like that I told him, “No, please, don’t stop”.

    We both smiled, and his hands resumed their motions, one on my breasts and the other firmly over my pussy rubbing back and forth.  With all the build up I orgasmed instantly when his finger pressed against my clit.  I couldn’t help but moan out loud as my body shivered under his touch.

    He slid a finger inside me easily, the combination of my pussy juice and the oil.  Slowly he pushed deeper, and then back out, before pushing in again.  As he increased his rhythm I started slowly gyrating my hips to meet his exploring hand.

    I didn’t know if it was appropriate or not, and I didn’t care at this point, so I reached up and grabbed his dick as it bounced over me.  Just like his hands, his dick was soft to the touch, but hard as hell.  It was massive, I couldn’t even get my hand all the way around it.  Feeling up and down the shaft, sliding slowly, trying to keep a firm grip on him as he stood over me.

    Another orgasm was slowly approaching when he pushed a second finger inside me.  I gasped and tightened my grip on his massive cock.  As he finger fucked me I jerked his cock, faster and faster.  He moved his hand from my breasts to my pussy, using it to rub my clit.  The combination of both hands working me over was enough, and I came hard.  This time I moaned loudly, pushed up off the table with my hips, and let him work his hands over me without shame.

    When I finished cumming I dropped back down onto the table, breathing heavy, and he said, “Alright Mrs. Wilson, it’s time for the next part of the massage.  Please roll back over onto your stomach”.  Weary, sexual aroused, and curious I rolled over.  He moved to the end of the table behind me and I felt his hands on my thighs.

    He rubbed upward, moving his hands toward my ass slowly, and when he got there one went immediately to my pussy.  I was becoming very sensitive, even the lightest touch sent a shiver through me and made me moan.  With his other hand he rubbed the area below my pussy, working his way to my asshole.  I’d never experienced it before, and I was too scared to really stop him.  Sure enough, he pushed two fingers into my pussy and one into my ass.

    I moved on the table, my body pushing forward slightly, and he asked, “Does that hurt?”

    It didn’t, in fact the opposite, so I said, “No, it feels good”.

    “Have you ever had anal sex before Mrs. Wilson?”

    Shocked that he would be so blunt I didn’t really know what to say or how to react, so I just told him the truth, “No, never”.

    “I need to readjust the table”, he said after a minute of probing me, “So we can move to the last part of the massage”.  I slid forward on the table to give him room, he grabbed my ankles with one hand and held my legs up out of the way.  Then I heard him adjusting and locking thing into place.  When he was done he lowered my legs and said, “Alright Mrs. Wilson, go ahead and slide down just a bit”.

    Wiggling myself I managed to slide down the table, it was now set so that the rear half of the table was almost vertical, the effect had me nearly bent over.  The strange thing was that when I settled into position I felt a large lump right beneath my waist, and as I lay down completely it aligned with my pussy.  I wasn’t sure what it was, but it was long, hard, and warm with a spongy quality.

    Whatever it was, it was pressing against my sensitive pussy and it felt great.  He put his hands back on my ass, rubbing and kneading it gently.  That was when I felt the lump beneath me move forward, then back, just a little bit.  That was enough for me to figure out what is was though, it was his dick!  He’d laid his hard cock on the table so that when I moved back I was laying on top of it.

    Now I didn’t now what to think, I was dangerously close to cheating on my husband, but his hard dick felt so big beneath me.  I found myself moving my hips back and forth, rubbing my pussy against it, just as he was thrusting with me.  It was unbelievable big, and so thick that it spread my pussy lips as wide as they would go.

    I pushed forward as he pulled back and the head of his dick rubbed against my clit, and I almost came right then.  Our motions became more vigorous, his hands rubbing my ass, hips, and thighs.  One of his hands moved to my asshole again and I felt him slip his thumb inside.  The feeling was amazing, rubbing my clit against his cock as he fingered my ass.

    Then on one of my slides I felt him push down a little bit, it caused his dick to angle up, so that when I pushed back his head penetrated my pussy lips.  I froze, not sure what to do, but he knew what he was doing.  Slowly I felt him push forward, pushing more of himself inside me.  There was nowhere for me to go, I tried pulling myself forward on the table, but the position didn’t afford me an escape.

    Part of me wanted to jump up screaming and run away, but part of me wanted him to push deeper and faster.  When I didn’t resist him, the second part of me won, because he took that as a sign to push himself all the way in.  I moaned louder than I ever had before in my life.  “Ohhh fuck!"  He was huge, bigger than I thought, and he was splitting me wide.  The feeling was amazing, I was tingling in places I didn’t know I had.

    At that point all I could think about was fucking that monster dick.  I started furiously rocking back and forth, but there wasn’t much room for me to move about on the table.  Mostly all I could do was lay there as he started pounding into me, faster and harder then I’d ever had it before.  The size of his dick was unbelievable, I was building to the biggest orgasm of my life.

    I could hear myself moaning loudly, almost screaming, lost in a haze of sexual fury.  His hands gripped the table on either side of me and he leaned forward a bit, pushing himself deeper.  When I started cumming I lost all control of myself, yelling as loud as I could, "Of Fuck!  Oh Fuck!"  And still he pounded me so hard the table shook.  My entire body shuddered as I came and I literally yelled in pleasure.

    When I came down from the high he was still pumping in and out of me, it was amazing.  He could sense that I wasn’t content in that position though because he grabbed my hips and rolled me over onto my side.  I wrapped my knees around him, holding him close, he’d done the whole maneuver without slipping out of me.

    He fucked me like that until I came again, screaming and moaning so loud I was sure the neighbors would hear.  Then he rolled me onto my back and retrieved a pillow, which he placed under my hips.  It was designed perfectly to raise my pussy into the air, so he spread me wide with my ankles on his shoulders.

    It was unbelievable how he could fuck, he never got soft once, and I lost count of my orgasms.  The table folded into perfect positions, and he had a couple pillows which helped.  We fucked for almost an hour, and never once did he slow down his pace.  I’d never cum so much in my life.

    Finally he rolled me onto my back on the table, stood beside me, and jerked his cock until he shot cum all over my chest.  It was warm and nasty, such a turn on, to see his dick spurting for me like that.  When he finished he rubbed his cum into my skin, giving me one last orgasm with his hand.

    All done, he used one of the oil soaked towels to clean himself up a bit.  "Alright Mrs. Wilson I would recommend you take a shower or warm bath now.  Is there anything else you’d like before I leave?"  The only thing I could think was to make another appointment.

The Doctor’s New Policy

    A girlfriend of mine recommended a new ob/gyn for me.  It wasn’t that my last one was bad, I just wasn’t completely comfortable with him.  She assured me that her’s was amazing, and apparently he’d implemented a new office policy a couple of months prior that helped make all of his patients feel comfortable.  Strange as I thought that sounded, she wouldn’t tell me what this policy was, she said I had to see it for myself.

    So I made an appointment for my routine check up, and on the day of showed up to his office early.  Unlike most doctor’s offices I had to get buzzed into this one, telling them my name and time of my appointment.  The waiting room looked normal, with magazines and two other women waiting, but when I got to the counter I saw what was so different.

    The receptionist, in fact all three women that I could see behind the counter, were completely naked.  I was surprised, when she asked my name to confirm my appointment I didn’t know what to think, and couldn’t think of what to say.  Helplessly I just stared at her, she had a nice body, all three of them did, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts.

    Realizing that I was being rude, I managed to stammer out my name.  She checked her list and then handed me a clip board with the usual paperwork.  “It’s your first time”, she said not really a question, “Everyone is surprised at first, but we find it makes our patients more comfortable if the people working here are also nude”.

    “Everyone?”, I squeaked.  “Even the doctor?”

    “Oh yes, he wouldn’t have it any other way”.  Strangely her comfort with the situation, the casual way in which she treated being completely naked, was making me more relaxed.  So I went and started filling out all the forms.  It was all completely normal, except for one little section at the bottom.  There was a question that read, ‘To what level of comfort would you like the doctor?'  Beneath were three check boxes that gave me the options of: normal, warm, and complete.

    Not understanding what was meant by the question I went to ask the receptionist.  I had spent a few minutes filling out the rest of the forms, and had forgotten that she was naked.  So once again I found myself in awe, staring at her naked breasts.  She told me what the check boxes were for, “The doctor has special instruments and techniques for helping you relax in different ways.  Normal is for a normal exam, like you would get at any other doctor.  Warm is for special instruments only, and complete is for both instruments and techniques”.

    I checked off the box for complete and handed it all back to her.  Five minutes later a naked woman appeared through a door and called one of the women that had been waiting before me.  They disappeared into the back and I was left sitting three seats away from the other woman that was waiting.  Trying to be casual I asked her how long she’d been seeing the doctor, “Years”, she smiled back at me.

    When the other woman was called she had smiled, and when a clothed woman came out from the back saying goodbye to the receptionist she was smiling too.  So I was feeling a little nervous when it became my turn to head back.  The nurse that led me back to the exam room was naked, and though her breasts were smaller I noticed that she had shaved her pussy.  Everyone was naked that I could see, the woman working the phone scheduling appointments, the accountant, and the woman filing.

    Once inside the exam room the nurse closed the door and pointed me to a chair in the corner with robe hooks next to it.  “Go ahead and disrobe, the doctor will be here shortly.  You wanted the complete relaxation correct?”

    Nodding I told her, “I’m a little put off actually.  Everyone is walking around naked, and I don’t see a robe for me to wear.  So I’m kind of nervous”.

    “That’s natural your first time, but I assure you that we’re very good at taking care of our patients”, she smiled and left me alone in the exam room.  From everything I could see, the inside of the room was completely normal looking, it even had the table with the cold, metal stirrups.  So I undressed, stacking my stuff on the chair, and sat down on the edge of the exam table.  Thankfully the office was warm, unlike most offices which has the air conditioning cranked all the way up.  The exam table appeared to have a built-in heating pad also, which was really nice, and I sat with my legs and arms crossed enjoying the warmth.

    After a few more minutes there was a small knock, the door opened, and the nurse entered.  I hadn’t heard her coming at all, but right behind her was the doctor.  He was in his mid-thirties at most, blond hair, tanned all over, a nice body, blue eyes, and he too was completely naked.  I couldn’t help myself, but I looked between his legs.  His circumcised dick was hanging low, it was long and thick, and his pubic hair had been neatly trimmed.

    “I’m Doctor Summer”, he said shaking my hand.  The nurse closed the door.  “Now then, since it’s your first time I’d like to do a complete check.  Please lay back on the table for me”.  Slowly I laid back, keeping my knees together.  “I’ll need you to put your ankles in the stirrups”, he said, “But first we can put some padding on them so you’ll be more comfortable”.

    From a cabinet the nurse produced two, fuzzy, round looking pads which she inserted into the cup-shaped stirrups.  So that when I placed my ankles in them, they completely surrounded me, keeping my flesh from touching the metal and providing some cushion.  He was right, they were much more comfortable, and warmer.

    “Alright”, Dr. Summer said, “Let’s do a breast exam first while Nurse Lowe here gets the rest of the exam ready”.  He stepped up next to where I was laying down, his dick hanging inches from my arm.  “You have beautiful breasts”, he told me reaching his hands down to them.  His hands were soft and warm as they began massaging my breasts.

    It started to feel really good, and I found myself getting slightly aroused watching this strange man rub my breasts with his naked dick hanging directly in front of me.  I tried to distract myself by looking at what the nurse was doing, but I couldn’t see past the doctor.  So I turned my head away and closed my eyes.  “Normal responses”, the doctor said in a matter-of-fact tone.  “Have you had any trouble or pain?”

    “No”, I whispered trying not to get aroused.

    “Any trouble getting aroused or with sexual activity?”, he asked.

    “No”, he wasn’t helping me stay distracted.  Both of his hands moved to my other breast.

    “Alright now the nurse is going to start helping you relax, you might feel some odd sensations”, he said soothingly.  I felt the nurses hands on my ankles, touching me softly, and I dared not open my eyes but I couldn’t help myself.  There she was, standing between my spread legs, looking down at my spread pussy.  Her hands were on my ankles, which were now strapped into the stirrups!

    “What?”, I managed to ask not sounding as scared as I suddenly felt.  The doctor’s hands were still working over my breasts as he leaned over me, his dick just barely avoiding contact with my arm.

    “Just relax”, the nurse said, “This will help make everything better”.  She adjusted the stirrups, pulling them father out from the table and spreading them farther apart.  With my ankles trapped in them it caused my legs to be pulled as far apart as they could be.  Then she reached onto the table behind her and picked up a small, white, plastic thing and flipped a switch causing it to start humming.

    Leaning in she touched it to my clit and I immediately jumped.  “No!  Don’t!”, I yelled.

    “Please don’t yell”, the doctor said.  “We need to test your arousal response, to make sure everything is healthy.  The nurse is just doing it in a comfortable way, we don’t want your legs jumping about and injuring someone”.

    “Let me up!”, I yelled trying to sit up, pushing the doctor’s hands aside.

    “Help me here”, he ordered the nurse.  She immediately came around the table to my other side and the two of them wrestled me back down onto the table.  They then locked my arms in restraints similar to those around my ankles, pinning my wrists to the edges of the table.

    “I’m going to scream”, I threatened.

    “Don’t do that”, the doctor said, “The room is soundproof anyway, to help keep the privacy of our patients.  I’m afraid if you scream we’ll have to gag you”.

    I didn’t believe them, and at that point I didn’t really care, so I screamed for help as loud as I could.  Sure enough, the nurse came to the head of the table with some black, vinyl looking thing with straps.  As the doctor held my head still she shoved a roughly phallic shaped piece into my mouth, which depressed my tongue and filled my mouth, and then strapped the whole thing around my head.

    Not only could I not close my mouth or make any noise, but it was making it more difficult to breathe and my breaths were coming short and shallow.  “Now if you behave we can take that out”, the doctor said.

    “Judy”, he was talking to the nurse, “Go ahead and continue”.  The doctor crossed the room and came back with a bottle of lubricant, he smeared a small amount on his finger and spread it around my mouth.  “I’m moistening your lips so they don’t get chapped against the vinyl”.  As he rubbed his fingers along my lips the nurse put a hand on my thigh and the vibrating thing back against my clit.

    Immediately I started to squirm, trying to free myself and trying to get myself away from whatever the nurse was using on me.  The doctor put his hands back on my breasts, massaging them under the guise of looking for lumps, but it felt a lot more like he was fondling them.  As if to confirm my suspicions I saw his dick jump, just a little bit, indicating that he was getting aroused also.

    Despite myself, I was getting turned on.  Whatever the nurse was rubbing against me was really doing a number on my clit, and I could feel my pussy getting wet.  Her hand was rubbing my thigh gently, and with the doctor rubbing my breasts I was starting to lose my head.  The nurse said, “Doctor, we have a positive arousal response”.

    “Good”, he replied, “Let’s check breast response”.  With that he pinched my nipples, not hard, but just enough to get them to respond.  Sure enough they flushed with blood, standing erect, and he said, “Good, nipples appear to respond to manual stimulation”.  As he continued to play with my nipples I was getting closer to cumming, and I feared that I would respond to what was now, basically, rape.

    “Need to check if they respond to suction”, the doctor said, “Judy please hand me the pump”.

    “The pump isn’t working Doctor”, she replied.

    “Well, we can just do it the old fashioned way”.  He cupped both of my breasts in his hands, pushing them together causing my nipples to push upward, and then leaned his head down to them.  As he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth I exploded into an orgasm.  It was more intense than any orgasm I had ever had.  The combination of his hands and mouth playing with my breasts, the nurse’s hand rubbing my thighs, and the constant vibrations against my clit.

    I don’t know how long it lasted, but it was the strongest orgasm I’d ever had.  Despite myself I found my hips bucking upward, pressing against the nurse’s probes and my chest leaning toward the doctor.  That was when the nurse said, “Doctor, I believe she just orgasmed.  There’s evidence of vaginal fluid”.

    “Excellent”, the doctor replied taking his mouth and tongue off my tits, “We need to see if her clitoris will respond to suction now”.  I snapped my eyes open and shook my head violently side to side and whimpered as loud as I could, trying to get them to stop.  “With the pump missing we’ll have to continue with the old fashioned methods.  Judy, if you would”, he motioned toward my spread pussy.

    “Certainly doctor”, she said bending her mouth down toward me.  I tried to move out of the way, but there was nowhere for me to go.  She put her hands on my thighs, sliding upward, until she was touching my pussy.  A moan escaped me as she spread my lips, exposing my clit, and then she put her mouth on me.

    Already sensitive from my last orgasm, it wasn’t long before I came again.  She sucked my clit into her mouth, rolled it between her lips, flicking it with her tongue, but always sucking.  Again my orgasm was thunderous, and I gasped for breath as my body bucked wildly.  As she pulled her mouth off me I was breathing as hard as I could, struggling for air around the gag in my mouth.

    “I’m sorry”, the doctor said looking down at me, “Was that orgasm too strong for you?"  I nodded my head in confirmation.  "That’s a side effect of the gag unfortunately.  It restricts the flow of air, which makes the orgasms more intense”.

    “Alright”, he continued, “We have positive clitoral response, we need to check vaginal response”.  He asked me, “Do you have any allergic reactions to vinyl or latex?"  Fearing what was coming next, I nodded my head yes.  "Oh dear, in that case we’ll have to substitute.  Judy, come help me here”.

    The nurse came around the side of the table I was strapped to, dropped to her knees, and proceeded to grab the doctor’s cock.  Incredulously I watched as she sucked it into her mouth, taking the whole limp shaft and working it with her cheeks.  Fearing what was coming I tried to get up from the table, to free myself, but I couldn’t.

    In less than a minute the oral attention of the nurse had the doctor’s dick fully erect.  His cock was huge, much larger than any I’d ever seen in person before, and he moved to the end of the table.  As he stood there between my forcefully spread legs, his monstrous dick pointing directly at my exposed pussy he said, “Now you’re going to feel a bit of pressure for a minute, but it will ease up”.

    Unable to stop him, he leaned himself forward and slowly pushed the length of his shaft inside me.  As my pussy was being violated I whimpered because it hurt slightly, I was being raped by my doctor, and at the same time it felt really good.  “Judy”, he said still pushing himself inside me, “It appears the patient is in some distress, can you help her?”

    “Certainly doctor”, she answered with a smile.  As the doctor pushed himself inside my pussy, for what seemed like an impossibly long time, the nurse leaned over me.  Using her hands she spread my lips and then started licking my clit.

    Finally the doctor reached bottom, the head of his dick touching me in places I’d never been touched before.  And a shiver ran through me as I felt another orgasm coming.  When he started pulling himself out all the pain went away, replaced by unbearable pleasure.  “Your pussy is very tight”, he said pushing back in.

    His strokes were long and soft, he was taking his time.  Once I stopped whimpering with each stroke, he picked up his pace, fucking me faster and faster.  I came quickly from their attention.  It was unbearable, the sensation of having my clit sucked and licked while getting fucked by a huge dick.  My orgasm was longer and stronger than the previous ones, it was exactly what I needed after the attention my clit had received, every part of my body felt sensitive.

    I shook so hard that the entire exam table vibrated, rattling against the floor, and I screamed against the gag which suddenly felt very phallic.  It was the most intense orgasm of my life.  As I came down off my high the doctor stopped his pumping and the nurse stood up.  “That was a rather positive response”, the doctor said.

    “It appears she’s having a little trouble breathing doctor”, the nurse said.  I nodded in response, weak in every part of my body and fighting for air.

    “Go ahead and take that off then Judy, but you have to promise not to scream for help again”, he replied.  Again I nodded, so the nurse unstrapped the thing from my head and took it away.  Immediately I started taking deep breaths, relived to not have my mouth stuffed anymore.  “Alright”, the doctor said to me, “it appears that your sexual responses are normal.  Now we can move on to the rest of the exam”.

    Just then there was a knock on the door, a second later it opened and a strange man poked his head inside.  I gasped and tried to hide myself, even though the table didn’t point directly at the door he still had an amazing view and I couldn’t move enough to stop him from looking.  “Doctor”, he said, “we need Nurse Lowe to help with a sperm donation”.

    The doctor turned to her and said, “Go ahead Judy, do what you can”.  She left the room, and then the doctor said to the man standing in the doorway, “Come on in David”.  Then to me, “David here is our new resident, he’ll be able to help me finish the exam”.

    Just like everyone else he was naked, younger than the doctor, well built and just as hung I noticed.  I was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed again, laying naked, strapped down to the table, spread and exposed for this stranger to see.  “We were heading to the final phase of the exam”, the doctor said.  Looking down at me he continued, “What that means is we’re going do an internal exam, which is usually uncomfortable, so we’ll give you something to distract you”.  He motioned his assistant toward me before returning to the end of the table.

    I couldn’t believe that the doctor’s dick was still hard as he sat down on a stool and pulled himself up between my legs.  Meanwhile the new guy moved up by my head, his dick was hanging inches from my face.  Looking down at me he said, “Alright ma'am I’m going to distract you now while the doctor finishes the exam”.

    “Okay”, I replied weakly.  Then I watched incredulously as he started jerking his dick, right in front of my face.  Slowly at first, but getting faster and faster as his dick got harder.  It was distracting, I didn’t even notice the doctor doing anything, until he pinched my clit.  I jumped and let out a loud moan, for the rest of the exam the doctor continued to massage my clit.

    Everything that had happened so far had me super horny, the orgasms only made me want more.  So, almost unable to control myself, I reached up and grabbed the assistant’s dick and started stroking it for him.  It was so hard, the skin so soft, and all I could think about was tasting it.  I sucked him into my mouth, his firm dick filling me, and I tasted his precum on my tongue.  More than anything I wanted to make him cum, to have him fill my mouth and swallow it all down.

    It felt so empowering, having him under my control like that.  Like a mad woman I sucked as hard and fast as I could, as the doctor fingered my pussy, and I massaged the assistant’s balls.  Then I could feel him tensing up, looking down at me, and finally his body jerked as he started cumming.  Spurt after spurt of jizz hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed it all down.

    All too soon the doctor was finished.  He withdrew from me, stood up, and unstrapped my legs.  I was positively exhausted, they had to help me stand up.  “Alright”, the doctor said, “You’re fit and healthy.  If you’d like, you can leave now and we’ll see you at your next appointment, or there’s an optional hormone injection we can give you."  The doctor wiggled his still hard dick at me to make his point.

    I knew that I shouldn’t have, too much had happened already, my husband would be pissed if he knew, but I was too horny to resist.  It was obvious that the doctor could read it on my face.  Gently he stepped up to me, turned me around to face the table, and bent me over.  "Now you’re going to feel some pressure in your vagina, but that’s normal.”

    Soon I felt the head of his dick against my pussy, and I whispered, “Please, oh please."  He pushed forward and the length of his dick slipped inside me again.  Without hesitation he started pumping in and out of me faster than before.  The table rocked slightly as he fucked me, his assistant stood there watching.

    Without a condom and without any tenderness the doctor fucked me hard and fast, pounding his big dick in and out of my aching pussy.  I came twice more before he did, burying himself deep inside me as he filled me with his seed.  When he was finally through I managed to stand up on weak legs and thank him, "I’ve never cum that much in my life… or that hard.”

    “It’s what we do”, he answered as his cock softened.  He had me sign a few more forms and then they left me to get dressed.  On the way out I made another appointment to see the doctor next month.

Coed Showers at the Gym

    At my friend’s suggestion I went to a new gym, one that she’d been using for years, and one she raved about.  Upon arrival it seemed like a normal gym, but when I went looking for the locker room I couldn’t find it.  I asked the guy at the front desk and he said, “Our locker room is co-ed."  He pointed toward it, then looked down, to end any conversation.

    That was rather unorthodox, to have co-ed lockers and showers, but there was nowhere else to change.  So I slipped inside and tried to find an out of the way place to change.  Unfortunately the locker room was arranged with all the lockers around the outside walls, and a large open area in the middle with rows of benches.

    There were a few men in there and a few women, in various states of undress.  I grabbed a locker away from the door and started changing, determined to not get as naked as possible in front of strange men.  To my surprise, right as I was slipping off my bra, a man came into the locker room from the showers, and opened the locker right next to me.  With no shame at all, he dropped his towel, opened his locker, and started to dress.

    I couldn’t help it, I looked at his bare penis, hanging there before me.  Then I caught him looking at my breasts and I blushed deeply.  Using my clothes I was able to cover myself up enough to get dressed with getting any more embarrassed.

    My workout was good, all the normal equipment, and I felt really pumped as I finished.  That all turned to anxiety as I approached the locker room, remembering that it was co-ed.  At first I thought that I could skip the shower, just dress quickly and quietly, then head home, but I knew that I was so sweaty that I had to have a shower.

    So I went into the locker room to see if I could slip into the showers without getting visually assaulted by the men.  To my dismay the locker room was filled with men and empty of women.  That meant I had eight pairs of eyes on me as I went to the locker to get changed.  I got undressed slowly, pretending not to notice that they were all looking at me.  The room was completely quiet, none of them were saying anything, the only noise was from the showers.

    Once naked I slipped a towel around myself and went into the shower room to find a stall.  As I rounded the corner I could see that half the men in the locker room were completely naked, and each of their dicks were half hard.  Thankfully they didn’t see me blush as I disappeared into the showers.  Unfortunately the shower area was similar to the locker room, one big open area, all tiled, with shower heads mounted around the exterior.  There were no walls, curtains, stalls, or doors anywhere.

    There was already one shower running, with a man standing at it, soaping himself up.  So I chose a shower head across the room from him, hung up my towel, and started washing myself.  A few moments later one of the guys from the locker room entered, carrying a towel and some soap, and headed right to a shower head two down from me.  That was a little too close for my comfort, and I started blushing again.

    The other guy left, glancing at me on his way out.  Now with just me and the strange man standing near me, both of us completely naked and dripping wet, I felt even less relaxed.  It was very stressful, having all these hormones running through me from working out, from the shower and locker rooms.

    "New here?”, the guy asked startling the hell out of me so much I literally jumped.  “Whoa, sorry.  Nervous?"  I nodded in response, trying to smile weakly.  "I’m Ray”, he turned and stuck out his hand toward me to shake hands.  The turn made his dick waggle, and I couldn’t help but look.  It was enormous, hanging low and soft, swaying back and forth mesmerizing me.

    I looked up as soon as I realized what I was staring at, shook his hand, and introduced myself.  “You don’t have to be nervous or shy”, he said, “It’s routine around this place, perfectly normal."  It didn’t feel normal for me.  Instead of trying to make more small talk he went back to washing himself, rubbing soap all over his body.  Now I couldn’t help but look, stealing glances out of the corners of my eyes.

    He must have noticed what I was doing, because he turned more, leaning his head back under the water, giving me perfect views of his dick.  I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and then he did something unbelievable.  Ray reached down with one soapy hand and started rubbing his cock, stroking up and down the shaft, running his palm over the head.  In disbelief I looked more intently, no longer content to steal a glance, I had to see what was happening with my own eyes to believe it.

    His other hand dropped to his balls, and started rubbing soap all over those.  Here was this strange man, five feet away from me, jerking his dick and massaging his balls, like I wasn’t even standing there.  Slowly his dick started to get hard, growing larger, bigger than I imagined.  And then suddenly, he stopped both hands, holding himself still.

    I looked up to find Ray’s eyes fixated on me, he’d caught me staring at him.  Quickly I turned away, let out a scared squeak, blushed deeply, and tried to hide myself.  It was useless though, there was nothing but water and air between us.  Then I felt his hand on my shoulder, and I turned around to ask him what he thought he was doing.

    The words didn’t make it out of my mouth though, because he was close enough to me that the head of his dick bumped my leg as I turned.  Completely reactive I looked down, and there was this monster dick resting against my leg.  I took a step back, to give him space, to move away, but I bumped up against the shower wall.

    Without saying anything he grabbed my hand and guided it to his shaft.  I couldn’t believe it, that he would dare do something like that!  But at the same time I found myself unable to pull my hand away.  The feel of his cock was amazing, soft skin, warm, so thick and long, and hard as a rock.  Keeping his hand over mine, he started stroking up and down his dick, and I became fascinated.

    When he took his hand away a minute later, I kept my hand on his shaft, increasing my pace, stroking faster.  There was no resistance from my body, but my mind was screaming for me to stop.  Those thoughts got quiet when Ray put his hands on my breasts.  We kissed deeply as I stroked his cock and he fondled my tits.

    My hand found his balls, and just like he had done, I stroked and massaged with both hands.  One of his hands found my pussy, and rubbed my clit gently.  A shudder ran through my body, my hormones had me out of control, and I positioned myself so he could get clear access to my snatch.

    Ray didn’t need any further prompting, he dropped to his knees in front of me and put his mouth to my clit.  I almost lost my balance on the slick floor from my body spasms as I started cumming.  He was fingering my pussy while sucking on my clit, two fingers inside me, and one teasing my asshole.  To keep from falling I had to grab his head, holding it tight against me, as he made me cum so easily.

    Moans escaped me, I could feel Ray moaning into my pussy, and finally my orgasm subsided enough that I regained my senses.  "No… Ray… I’m married”, I managed to say between breaths.  He stood up, keeping his hands on my hips, kissed me again, and then he spun me around to face the wall.

    Now with my back to him he pressed himself against me, his huge dick bulging between my legs, brushing lightly against my puffy lips.  “No…”, I said again, this time with less certainty.  I was afraid of his size more than anything, he was three times as big as my husband.  “I’m married…”, I whispered one final protest.

    The head of his dick rubbed against my pussy opening and electricity ran through me.  Instinctively I arched my back and stuck out my ass, all to give him better access.  Ray took the hint and pushed forward, sliding his dick into me.  I gasped loudly, he was so large that it hurt, and I had to grab the shower fixtures in front of me to keep from falling.  Inch after inch he pushed into me, more cock than I’d thought.  More than I ever imagined I would, or could, take.

    For what seemed like hours he just pushed forward, burying himself in me, until finally our bodies met.  Ray had his dick entirely inside me, and the pain was disappearing quickly.  When he started to slide back out the pleasure took over.  His huge dick rubbed me in places I never knew I had, touching me in ways no other man ever had.

    He picked up pace, pulling out faster and pushing in harder.  Our bodies would smack together as he put all of himself inside me.  The water was running over us, our own heat rising, as we fucked.  I’d been so worked up, so many emotions coursing through my body, that I was now in a sexual frenzy.  So as he would push forward, I would push back.

    I started cumming again when he moved his hands to my tits, squeezing them and pinching my nipples.  Then I felt him tensing up, his strokes getting more furious, our fucking reaching a fevered pitch.  Finally he came, and the feeling of his hot load hitting the inside of me so deep, pushed me directly from one orgasm into the next.

    Ray held himself deep inside me as he shot again and again, our orgasms fueling the pleasure of each other.  When he’d finished cumming he held me close, still inside me, and then slipped one hand down to rub my clit.  My entire body shook as the orgasm that I thought was over, raced through me again.  I’d been moaning so loud that I was sure the entire gym could hear us, but this time I practically screamed.

    Finally he withdrew, and again we kissed as his cum leaked from my pussy.  That was when I looked around and saw six other men in the shower room, all naked, all hard, and all watching me.  Each man was jerking himself off, enjoying the show I didn’t know I’d been putting on.  Ray returned to his shower to clean himself off, smiling at me as he did.

    At that moment a pretty, blonde woman entered the shower room.  She too had wrapped herself in a towel to hide her nakedness.  Quickly though she got under the shower next to mine, between me and Ray, hung up her towel, and turned her water on.  As she started to shower she looked at the men in the room and smiled.

    Then she looked at me and asked, “Been putting on a show huh?"  She didn’t need an answer.  "It’s not nice to leave these men like that”, she waved at the six hard dicks, “That’s teasing.”

    I tried to stammer some response, but couldn’t come up with anything.  Once she’d gotten completely wet she announced to the room, “Alright, come here and we’ll take care of things."  All six men descended on her and me like a pack of rabid animals.  Suddenly I had three strangers trying to put their hard dicks in my hands and their hands on my body.

    Fearful I looked at Ray for some help, but he said, "Welcome to the club, it’s always like this.”