I had a hunch when I boarded the "el" on Dearborn Street that I should have
stayed downtown, but since I'd just spent two long days and one short night in
Chicago, I was anxious to get back to my own bed in Kansas City. It had been
raining all day in the loop while the temperature dropped steadily. By the time
I walked to the train station it was starting to freeze. My only hope was that
Carl Hutchins, the local guy I'd been working with for the last two days, was
right when he said that this was only "lake effect" rain and that it wouldn't
affect air traffic at O'Hare. I should have taken a few minutes to make a phone
call or listen to the radio. I would have learned that freezing rain had brought
motor vehicle and air traffic to a standstill throughout the metro area. The
closer my train got to O'Hare, the worse the rain got. I thought about getting
off and catching the next train back downtown but since I was already nearly
there, I decided to go to the terminal and find out what the prognosis was. When
the "el" pulled into the airport station I suspected from the size of the crowd
waiting to leave that the outlook must not be good. The United Airlines monitors
showed my flight and all other departures as "Delayed." There was such a crowd
waiting in the check-in lines that I headed directly for the Red Carpet Club.
There I could get some info, have a drink and figure out what to do. Hopefully,
the concierge could even find me a hotel room if I was going to need one. That
was one thing I wasn't optimistic about. I knew from past experience that when
O'Hare closes down any available rooms in the area are snapped up quickly. I
spent a night sleeping in the terminal a year earlier and wasn't about to do
that again even if it meant taking the train back downtown. I hadn't even gotten
to the customer service desk before I overheard the bad news about my flight.
This weather had moved in from the southwest and Kansas City was completely shut
down. Flights to that area weren't expected to resume before late the next
morning at the earliest. As the person ahead of me in line spoke with the
concierge, I overheard the worst news. Not only were there no rooms in the
airport area, but the downtown hotels were full as well. Apparently there were
thousands of others who were stranded in Chicago just like me. "We might be able
to find you a room in Oak Brook or Woodfield," the woman said when I finally got
to speak to her. She was trying to be helpful, but she didn't sound too hopeful.
"I'm afraid that finding a way to get there might be a problem, however. Right
now the highways are so bad the police have advised no travel," she continued
with a forced smile. I figured that finding a cabbie willing to take me there
would be impossible anyhow. "Shit!" I muttered to myself as I contemplated a
long sleepless night at the airport. "I guess I'll call home and then get myself
a drink." Even making the phone call and getting the drink weren't easy because
the lines at the phones and the bar were pretty long. The next problem was
finding a place to sit. I'd never seen the Red Carpet Club so crowded. Finally I
spotted one empty chair in a group of four. Two guys and a woman occupied the
other three and as I watched them it appeared that they were together or at
least knew each other. While I worked up the nerve to ask if I might join them,
I looked them over. My attention kept being drawn to the woman who was very
attractive with shoulder length light brown hair. She was dressed casually but
conservatively in a blue shirt and khaki slacks. She and the two men were
engaged in an animated conversation and I was fascinated by her friendly, even
intimate, manner. As she spoke she leaned over to touch whichever man she was
speaking to. Usually she touched his arm, but a couple of times I noticed her
place her hand quite high on the men's thighs. The first time she did it I
assumed that guy must be her husband, but when she did it to the other guy as
well, I was puzzled and intrigued. Finally one of the guys...the woman's
husband, I was soon to learn... noticed me standing there. He looked up at me
with a smile and motioned me to the empty chair. "Have a seat, buddy," he
invited. "Thanks," I mumbled as I moved to comply. "You don't look very happy. I
take it you're stranded here too," the guy said as I sat down. "Yeah. 'Fraid
so," I confirmed. "Well, Bob here is in the same boat," my new acquaintance
informed me. "Where are you headed?" "Kansas City," I replied. "That is when I
can get there. I guess tonight I'm headed for the softest chair I can find here,
and I sure hope this isn't it," I grumbled as I imagined trying to sleep in the
small low-backed chair I was sitting in." "Well, there must be a better option
than that around here somewhere," the guy said with a mysterious smile. "By the
way, I'm Ken Robbins," he continued as he extended his hand. "Oh, good to meet
you Ken," I replied shaking his hand. "I'm Mike Rogers." I was about to ask him
if he was stranded too, but he turned toward the woman. "Cheryl, I'd like you to
meet Mike Rogers. That's right isn't it Mike?" he said as he glanced at me.
"Yes, that's right," I confirmed. "Well, Mike this is my wife Cheryl and Bob
Kilmer, a good friend of ours. We brought Bob out here so he could catch a
flight to Atlanta, but as of now they aren't letting any flights out of here in
any direction. He may just have to spend another night at our house," he
explained as his mysterious smile reappeared. "Yes, darn it," Bob quipped as he
reached forward to shake my hand. He too broke into a roguish grin. The guy sure
didn't seem too upset about his plight. Given the apparent intimacy of the
conversation the three of them had been engaged in, I wondered what Bob's
comment and the men's smiles were all about. A thought of Cheryl having sex with
Bob flashed through my mind, but I dismissed it immediately as absurd. The three
of them all looked too normal...too much like they could be my next door
neighbors, for them to be involved in anything so bizarre. "Well, you're lucky
to have a place," I replied as my mind snapped back to the reality of where I
would be spending the night. Even someone's couch sounded very appealing at that
moment. "I guess a lot of us are going to be spending the night right here," I
whimpered. "Oh, Mike, you mean you don't have a place to stay?" Cheryl said as
she leaned toward me sounding genuinely distressed at my plight. "'Fraid not," I
answered. "I should have been smart enough this morning to keep my hotel room
downtown. Now it seems every hotel in Chicago is full." "Well, why don't you
come to our house too then?" Cheryl suggested as she gazed at me with the most
seductive brown eyes I've ever seen. I didn't know what to say. I felt very
uncomfortable about staying in a strange home, but my tired body told me it
sounded a lot better that my other alternative. My cock thrust itself into the
issue by beginning to twitch. It detected the sensuous temperament of the woman
who'd just extended the invitation. "Well, ah.., ah.., ah.., gee, I don't know,"
I stammered as I looked at Cheryl and then over at her husband. "I mean, I.."
"That's a great idea, Cheryl," her husband Ken exclaimed enthusiastically. "In
fact, I was just going to suggest the same thing. Don't you think so too, Bob?"
he asked as he looked over at their friend. I was puzzled why Bob was brought
into this question, but when Bob nodded and replied, "Yes, I think it sounds
terrific," I found myself nodding and agreeing to accept. "OK," I replied.
"You've convinced me. I just hope it's not too much of a bother for you,
Cheryl," I remarked as I looked back into her penetrating brown eyes. "Oh, don't
worry about that," Ken replied as his wife gave me a warm smile. "Cheryl loves
to entertain. In fact, the more the merrier as far as she's concerned. Isn't
that right, honey?" he continued as he looked at his wife. "You're right, dear,"
Cheryl confirmed. "I do love to entertain. Bob, why don't you check once more on
your flight and then let's get out of here. From the looks of things out there I
don't think anyone is going anywhere tonight, and I'm getting very hungry,"
Cheryl added as she gestured toward the large expanse of glass that overlooked
the tarmac. "Good idea," Bob agreed as he got up. "I'm pretty hungry myself.
I'll be right back." He pushed his way through the crowd toward the service
desk. He reappeared less than a minute later. "Well, I just heard that they are
about to announce that all flights are canceled until tomorrow. This storm isn't
expected to pass from the area until after midnight. I guess that means you're
stuck with me for another night," he continued as he looked at Cheryl. "Oh,
don't be silly. It'll be my pleasure," Cheryl replied as she got up and began
putting on her jacket. Bob and I retrieved our bags and the four of us headed
out to the Robbins' car. As we went down the escalator to the tunnel, Cheryl
turned to Ken and said "Why don't you call ahead and order a pizza. I really
don't feel like cooking tonight, and besides I'm not sure there's anything in
the house to fix for dinner." "Good idea," Ken replied. "Is pizza alright with
you, Mike?" he asked as he looked at me. "Sure. That sounds great," I replied.
"If there's one thing I really like about coming to Chicago, it's the pizza you
have here, and I haven't had a chance to have any so far this trip." The four of
us quickly settled on our pizza order and as soon as we got into the car, Ken
called Giordano's. He spoke with them briefly and then announced as he hung up,
"Well, I guess we'll have to stop and pick up the pizza. They've taken their
delivery people off the street." That turned out to be a good thing, because it
took us nearly forty-five minutes to make the trip that Ken said he normally
makes in fifteen. The streets were really bad and Ken just crept along. Matters
were made worse by the fact that traffic lights were out at several
intersections which backed up what little traffic there was for nearly a block
at each one. For me, the trip to the Robbins' home was doubly exciting. When
we'd reached the car, Cheryl announced that she would sit with me in the
backseat so that we could get acquainted. I liked the idea, but I had no idea
how well acquainted she'd meant. As soon as Ken pulled away from the cashier's
booth, Cheryl slid across the seat moving tightly up against me. I was startled
and pretty nervous about her behavior and tried to pull away, but she kept
moving over until she had me pinned against the car door. "I'm sort of cold,
Mike," she whispered. "Will you keep me warm?" she asked as she snuggled even
closer and laid her head on my shoulder. For the moment I was speechless and I
fidgeted nervously while I tried to figure out what was going on. I peeked at
the rearview mirror to see if Cheryl's husband was looking. Fortunately he
appeared to be intent on watching the road and Bob had slumped down in the
passenger seat apparently taking a quick nap. Cheryl's next move really unnerved
me. "Mike, you'll have to put your arms around me if you want me to keep warm,"
she candidly instructed. Then she reached down and lifted my right hand from my
lap and pulled it up over her head, letting it drop behind her. Then came the
most outrageous act I'd ever seen done by a married woman...especially one whose
husband was only inches away. "And I need this one right here," she announced as
she grasped my left hand and guided it inside her open jacket pressing it firmly
against her right breast. I instinctively reacted by gasping and jerking my hand
away. Ken noticed the commotion. "Mike, I hope you don't mind but Cheryl
sometimes gets pretty amorous," he announced casually. "It's just a sign that
she likes you," he went on. "If it bothers you though, I'm sure she'll stop." By
this time Cheryl had retrieved my hand again and replaced it even more firmly
against her firm orb. She used her own hand to force mine to massage and squeeze
her gently. I must admit it felt wonderful. "I like that, Mike," she whispered.
"Just keep doing it. OK? It makes me all tingly and warm" she said as she
withdrew her hand. I began to fondle this sexy woman's breast and my cock began
to swell in response. For the moment I lost track of where we were and who else
was there. "Oooh, that feels nice," Cheryl murmured her approval. "I'll bet
you're a great lover, Mike," she whispered as she stretched upward and kissed
me. I no longer resisted and returned her kiss while massaging her breast even
more vigorously. For the next few minutes Cheryl and I were wrapped in the most
passionate embrace that I can remember enjoying in the backseat of a car since
high school. "This is incredible. Weird but incredible," I thought to myself
when Cheryl pulled away briefly to catch her breath, "but I wonder just how far
she's going to go?" Thinking back again to high school I remembered a number of
times when things with girls got pretty hot and heavy, even to the point of
removing their blouse and bra, but then it stopped. Anything below the waist was
off limits. Cheryl must have read my mind. "How are you doing, Mike? Are you
enjoying yourself?" she asked as she reached over and placed her right hand on
my crotch. She quickly found and grasped my hard cock through the fabric of my
pants and shorts. "Uummm, I guess you're doing OK. That feels like a nice one,"
she observed as she gently stroked and squeezed my erect member. "Honey, I think
Mike likes me," she said aloud. "He's really hard, and my pussy's really getting
wet too. Can you hurry and get us home? I don't think I can wait much longer. I
just may have to do him right here." "We're almost there," her husband replied
nonchalantly. We're just coming to Giordano's now. We'll be home in a few more
minutes." I damn near choked at this woman's comments and her husband's calm
response. I've never heard a woman speak so openly about sex...let alone a
married one who behaved like Cheryl. I was on verge of cumming in my pants and I
had to pull her hand away before I exploded. Again Cheryl knew what was
happening. "Are you OK?" she asked. "You didn't cum yet did you?" "No, but
almost," I confessed. "It's alright now though. You really got me excited," I
admitted. "You got me really hot too," she replied. "See," she continued as she
took my hand and placed it against her crotch. "See how hot my pussy is," she
said while squeezing my fingers into the soft flesh of her cunt. She was right.
Her pussy felt extremely warm and even through the fabric of her slacks and
panties, I could feel dampness. This woman was ready to fuck. I had every
intention of buying the pizza, but Bob beat me to it. Actually, he told me later
that he knew from his own experience that I shouldn't be interrupted. "You can
get it next time," he said with a wink. For the last few minutes before we
arrived at the Robbins' home, Cheryl and I reengaged in our passionate embrace
with our hands exploring each other's pubic areas. She tried to extricate my
cock from my pants but it was too hard and large to slip out through my fly. She
had to settle for stroking me through the opening. I tried to get my hand into
her cunt, but was only able to work it as far down as the very top of her slit.
It was dripping with her juices and the aroma of a very hot pussy filled my
nostrils. I wondered if the other guys noticed the scent as well. Obviously I
wasn't paying any attention to our surroundings as we entered the Robbins'
subdivision, but Ken regained my attention when he said "Well, I hope no one's
afraid of the dark. It looks like the power is out around here." I looked out of
the car window and noticed that indeed there were no lights to be seen anywhere.
Even the street lights were off. The next morning we learned on the news that
thousands of homes around the area had the same problem. I don't think the
Robbins got their power back until a day or two later. It took the power company
that long to repair all of the downed lines. It was a major problem for
many...but not for the four of us. "Ken, why don't you find some candles and
start a fire," Cheryl directed as soon as we were inside the house, "and Bob,
would you be a dear and open a bottle of wine and get out some glasses.
Meanwhile, I've got to pee," she announced matter-of-factly as she headed toward
the back of the house. Not knowing my way around this dark strange house, I
remained by the front door until Ken had lit a couple of candles. Bob took one
and headed off to find the wine and glasses. Ken motioned for me to follow him,
and we headed off to the den. Ken found a couple more candles there and lit
them. Now, in the contrast against the dreary darkness of the outdoors, the
Robbins' home was aglow with light. "Mike, why don't you get the cushion from
the futon over there and lay it over here," Ken directed as he knelt before the
fireplace. By the time I had the cushion arranged in front of the hearth, he
already had the fire going. "Gas logs are really great in times like these," Ken
mused. "Now as soon as Bob brings in the wine and Cheryl gets back, we're all
set for a nice romantic evening. The hell with the lousy weather. That just
makes things more exciting." "Interesting thought," I mused as I pondered what
might happen next. Considering Cheryl's comments and behavior in the car, it
would seem that an orgy might take place, but I really couldn't imagine anything
so blatant becoming a reality. The thought of asking Ken what to expect crossed
my mind, but I quickly realized that I didn't know how to ask a man if his wife
was planning to have sex with me or either of the two of them. The whole idea
was just too outrageous for words. Moments later my question was answered. First
I heard a male voice down the hallway followed by a woman's giggle. Then as the
voices grew closer, I finally heard Cheryl say "Well, Bob it sure looks like
you're ready to party." "Ready, willing and able, as they say," Bob replied.
Then the two of them came around the corner. I saw Cheryl first. She was naked
as a jaybird...actually she did have on a garter belt and stockings. I was so
captivated by the sight of her that I didn't notice that Bob was also
naked...and sporting an erection. "Hey guys," Cheryl said when she looked first
at me and then at Ken, "don't you want to party? You'd better get naked too.
Other wise it'll be just me and good old Bobby," she went on as she reached over
and gave Bob's cock a playful yank. Ken wasted no time in removing his clothes,
but I was too spellbound to move. I kept staring at Cheryl's deliciously nude
body. My eyes moved back and forth from her small firm breasts to her closely
trimmed beaver. There was just enough light from the candles and the fire so
that I could see the dark line of Cheryl's slit surrounded by her soft brown
muff. "Hey Tiger," Cheryl said when she noticed my reaction. "Do you plan to
just stand there and look or are you going to fuck me?" I didn't need to be
asked again, although my mind was still numb from the sight of this wanton
married woman and the realization that she...and her husband,
apparently...wanted me to have sex with her. While I stripped Bob poured four
glasses of wine. As soon as we each had ours, Ken lifted his. "I would like to
propose a toast," he began, "to the pleasures of my wife's hot pussy on a cold
night." We each took a sip, but I choked on mine as the implication of Ken's
words hit home. Even though we were all naked and Cheryl had said quite
explicitly that she expected me to fuck her, I was shocked to hear Ken so
frankly offer his wife for sex. The very idea boggled my mind. Again Cheryl had
to bring me back to reality as she took my hand and pulled me to the futon. "I
want to taste that gorgeous cock of yours," she said bluntly, "and you ought to
know that I really love being eaten." Again I got the hint and laid down on my
back on the cushion. Cheryl jumped on top of me and placed her hot cunt directly
over my face. Just inches above me was a hot wet slit begging my tongue to
enter. I was quite nervous at first knowing that two other men including this
woman's husband were watching me closely, but Cheryl wasn't to be denied another
moment of pleasure. Simultaneously she dropped herself down onto my face and
took my cock into her mouth. For only a minute or two...at least it didn't seem
like very long...Cheryl and I engaged in a vigorous sixty-nine. It was hard to
concentrate on my task because of the fantastic pleasure of her talents as a
fellatrix. I did get in some good licks...pardon the pun...and was gratified to
feel her body stiffen before she let my cock fall from her mouth. With a few
more strokes and prods of my tongue, Cheryl's body shook from the delicious
spasms of orgasm. I was surprised because I'd never made a woman cum before just
by eating her. This was one of many firsts for me that memorable night. "Oh,
Mike," she moaned, "that was wonderful. You're off to a marvelous start. I just
knew that you were a great lover," she added breathlessly before returning her
attention to my pleasure. Having done my job, at least for the moment, I decided
to close my eyes and savor the wonderful sensations of a great blowjob. I was so
lost in reverie that I didn't notice that Bob had moved onto the futon and was
preparing to fuck Cheryl doggie style. When his hands brushed my face as he
grasped her ass to lift her up, I suddenly sensed his presence. I was too
involved in what Cheryl was doing to react. She had me close to cumming. I have
never witnessed a cock entering a cunt from so close up before. In fact, I'd
never seen a cock other than my own enter a pussy except in movies. The
simultaneous experience of seeing Bob's cock split open Cheryl's cunt lips and
slip firmly in, the sound of her gasp of pleasure and the realization that her
husband was standing right there watching was all it took to put me over the
top. I exploded in Cheryl's mouth. Cheryl eagerly swallowed every drop and then
meticulously licked me clean before letting my limp tool fall from her mouth.
For the moment, I was satisfied. For the moment, it seems, I was also forgotten.
As soon as Cheryl was finished with me her husband knelt in front of her and she
began to give him the same treatment that she'd just given me. Not wanting to
interrupt the pleasure of the others, I opted to lie quietly and watch as this
lascivious wife was given pleasure by two cocks at once. Between the three of
them, a rhythm was quickly established that bounced Cheryl's body back and forth
between the two cocks. From my position I had a perfect view of her cunt
slipping onto Bob's cock and then off. It was both erotic and fascinating to see
how Cheryl's swollen cunt lips seemed to suck the invading rod in and then try
to hold it in when she pulled away. I got the impression that her cunt loved
being fucked. Twice Cheryl interrupted the action long enough to enjoy more
orgasms. This woman certainly came easily. She was a remarkable pleasure
machine. When the pace of Bob's strokes began to quicken, Cheryl responded by
bouncing more quickly back and forth. I figured that she was about to have the
first load of cum pumped into her pussy. I watched anxiously for signs that it
was happening. In the adult videos that I'd seen, the guy always pulled out when
he came and splattered his cum all over the woman's body. I was curious to see
what, if anything, I might see when Bob came inside Cheryl's vagina. When Bob
gave one last thrust and then held himself as deep into Cheryl as he could get,
I watched intently for signs of him cumming. I was disappointed that there was
no visible sign of what was going on inside Cheryl's body. I guess I had hoped
that cum might gush out as he pumped her full, but it didn't happen...at least
it didn't happen until Bob slowly withdrew his spent wand. Suddenly as the head
of his cock reappeared, I felt a large wet blob hit my cheek barely missing my
eye. It was a very personal souvenir of my first experience with group sex. With
the break in the action, I attempted to crawl out from under Cheryl so that I
could sit and watch Ken fuck his wife which is what I expected to happen next.
Cheryl, however, had other ideas. She'd already noticed that my close
perspective of the action between her cunt and Bob's cock had given my love
organ new life. "Well, it looks like you're ready for more," she said as she
grabbed my cock. "I don't think I have to tell you where I want you to put this,
do I," she said as she rolled off of me and onto her back. She held out her arms
to me inviting me to fuck her missionary style. I eagerly granted my seductress'
wish. I doubt that any man could resist the debauched sight of this pretty woman
lying with her thighs and arms opened to welcome his penetration. Add to that
the erotic effect of the fire light glistening off the load of fresh cum that
was dripping from her gaping opening, and even the most celibate would be
doomed. Another first for me that night was to fuck a cunt that was filled with
fresh cum and still stretched from its first fuck. I've done seconds before but
there was always enough time between innings so that my wife's pussy muscles
contracted back to near their original size and my first load of cum was
dissipated. At first I feared that the loose, squishy sensation that I felt when
I slipped easily into Cheryl's cunt might not provide enough friction to make me
cum...or worse, even to maintain my erection. Fortunately the fact that this was
my first time with this woman had me very aroused. Ken also helped out with his
repeated exhortation to "fuck my wife, Mike. Fuck my slutty wife." That really
got me hot. I think it had the same effect on Ken's slutty wife because she came
soon after he started his vulgar chant. I didn't last nearly as long as I
usually do my second time, and this time my orgasm was even more intense than my
first. Both were stronger than any I could recall having in a long time. After
my spasms ended I collapsed on top of Cheryl. She pulled my lips to hers and
gave me another passionate kiss. "Thank you, Mike. You're better than good.
You're fantastic," she whispered in my ear. "Thank you," I mumbled in response.
I really didn't know what to say in this situation. When our embrace ended, I
figured that I was through for the night. I'd never been able to get it up for a
third round. I sat up and moved to the edge of the pad, resigning myself to
watching the three of them finish the game. Ken moved between Cheryl's thighs as
soon as I was out of the way. What he did next astonished me yet again. Instead
of climbing over his wife and fucking her as I expected him to do, he laid down
and began to eat her cum filled cunt. Bob must have noticed the my reaction.
"Yeah. It's weird isn't it?" he commented. "I thought the same thing the first
time I saw him do it. He claims it's an incredible turn on though. Who am I to
judge? Hell, if he's generous enough to share his wife with me, I'd be a fool to
tell him he's nuts," he concluded with a grin. "For sure," I agreed. Ten minutes
and two more orgasms later Cheryl finally sat up. "Wow! You guys are sure off to
a great start," she said. "I hope you all don't mind if we take a short break."
The three of us guys welcomed her suggestion. After all of the effort we'd put
forth in the first half hour of our orgy, we'd worked up quite an appetite.
"Does anyone know where the pizza ended up?" Cheryl asked as she got up and
headed toward the kitchen. "I think I left it on the table by the door," Bob
replied. "I forgot all about it. I wonder why," he added with a chuckle. We
rounded up the pizza and the bottle of wine, and returned to the futon pad to
enjoy our repast. None of us bothered finding our clothes. We all knew the party
wasn't over yet. Cheryl sat down across from me making no attempt to hide her
pussy from my view. In fact, she seemed to deliberately pose so that I could see
her gooey wet slit. Under the circumstances I felt no need to be coy about my
interest and I fixed my eyes on her cunt. Even in the dim light of the fire and
candles, I could see her puffy pink lips amid the matted soft down of her
beaver. Cheryl was amused to see me studying her so intently, and she finally
commented on it. "Gee, Mike, it looks like you're really fascinated by my
pussy," she said with a smile. "Haven't you ever seen one before? Here, have a
good look," she invited as she leaned back on her elbows and spread her thighs
to fully expose her cunt. "Well, yes, I've seen quite a few," I replied as I
blushed at the directness of her remark, "but I've never seen one that is
willing to welcome three guys. That's quite an accomplishment," I added. "My
wife's pussy doesn't seem all that interested in even welcoming me much of the
time. I can't imagine her doing it with more than one." As soon as I spoke I
regretted my remark about my wife, but fortunately Cheryl took it in stride, and
responded with a startling observation. "I'll bet your wife can satisfy more men
than you think," she said. "You and she have probably just never considered that
possibility. You ought to suggest it sometime and see how she reacts. You might
be very surprised." I suddenly felt very uncomfortable with the course of the
conversation and tried to find a way to change the subject. Fortunately as I
continued to stare at Cheryl's cunt, I noticed a blob of cum suddenly appear and
slip down into the crack of her ass. "Oops," I blurted. "I think you're
leaking." "I know," Cheryl said coyly. "I can feel it. Why don't you be a
sweetheart and clean me up before it makes a mess?" She laid down on her back
and lifted her legs and spread them wide above her. "Where can I find a tissue?"
I asked Bob naively. "I don't think that's what she wants," he replied with a
grin. Then he wiped his tongue across his lips. I got the hint. Cheryl wanted me
to eat her again. I felt squeamish about it for a moment but as soon as I got
close enough to smell the tantalizing aroma of her excited pussy, I forgot my
uneasiness and dove into my work. There was a noticeable difference in taste as
the saltiness of semen combined with the pungency of a normal clean pussy. It
made for a unique combination. The texture was different as well. It was much
stickier. The longer I licked and sucked on Cheryl's cunt, the more strongly I
felt that there was something strangely familiar about it. I just couldn't
figure out why. I really got into my task as I licked every bit of cum from
Cheryl's cunt and even from the crack of her ass and her asshole. This hot woman
came once more in the process. She finally pushed me away and sat up. "You
really do that well," she complimented me. "Your wife is a lucky woman to have a
husband who eats pussy so well. Take it from me. Most men aren't nearly that
good...or that diligent. You and Bob and Ken are three wonderful exceptions." I
was flattered by Cheryl's praise, but the question of why I found the taste of
her cum filled pussy so familiar was tormenting me. After we finished our
supper, Cheryl again commanded our attention. "It's already been an incredible
night," she began. "I've wanted to do three guys at once for a long time, and
I'm happy to report that it's been even more fun than I imagined. I hope the
party's not over yet though. Are you guys up for more?" "For sure!" came our
unanimous reply. "I can tell," she replied with a big smile as she looked around
at three erect cocks. "You look ready. There's another fantasy I'd like to
fulfill tonight." Cheryl excused herself for a quick trip to the bathroom, and
when she returned she told us about her fantasy. We were each directed to our
place on the mat. Bob laid down on his back and Cheryl mounted his erect member.
Ken stood in front of her prepared to fill her mouth with his cock. I was to
have the honor of penetrating her virgin asshole. Cheryl's fantasy was to have
all three of her openings filled at once. I was selected to do it because,
although my cock was slightly longer than either Bob's or Ken's, it was also not
as thick as either of them. "Here. Use lots of this, and please be gentle," she
advised as she handed me a tube of KY jelly. She blew me a kiss before turning
around and lying down flat on top of Bob giving me access to her rectum. I'd
never done this before although I had tried a few times to force my way past my
wife's tight sphincter. I'd never been successful, however, because Marilyn
always cried uncle just as I was sure I was almost in. I hoped this time would
be better. I dabbed lots of jelly on my target and then started generously
applying a coat to my shaft. I quickly discovered that the damn stuff felt cold.
I was afraid for a moment that the sudden chill might dampen my spirits, so to
speak. Fortunately, I was too aroused by the situation and in just a few seconds
I had the head of my dick poised for its assault. "Ready?" I asked. "Yessss,"
Cheryl murmured softly. "Do it...but be gentle." I pressed forward. My effort
was met with the same solid resistance I'd experienced before with Marilyn. I
kept pushing and thought I felt her muscles give slightly. It was at this point
that my wife always made me stop, so I was ready to back off again if Cheryl
asked me too. Instead, she began to match my effort by pushing back against me.
Suddenly our struggle was over. I felt a sudden movement and looked down to see
that my cock was rammed at least two or three inches into her. "Aaaggh!" Cheryl
screamed in agony. "Oooow, Mike that hurts. It hurts but it feels so good," she
moaned. "Please hold still for just a sec. OK?" I remained motionless for
several seconds although I could feel my cock throbbing as it sensed the
tightness of the orifice that it had invaded. Cheryl took several deep breaths,
before telling us to proceed. "OK, Mike. I want you to fuck my ass, but start
slowly." I pushed further forward and then pulled back thrusting with small,
slow strokes. Bob also began pumping in and out of Cheryl's cunt. Immediately I
could sense the movement of his cock just two thin walls away from mine. Cheryl
rocked her pelvis slowly in response to our double penetration. "Ooowww," she
moaned as she savored more than a foot of cock in her body. "Ooooh, fuck me,
Bob. Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me harder." Bob and I picked up the pace and began to
thrust more deeply. Meanwhile, Cheryl took her husband's cock into her mouth and
now had all three of her holes full. Another of her fantasies fulfilled. Ken
came first which was understandable since he was the only one of us who hadn't
cum yet for the first time. He said later that he was also incredibly turned on
by the sight of his wife sandwiched between two other men. Bob and I came at
nearly the same time. I was surprised that I was able to cum again, especially
so quickly but the friction of Cheryl's tight asshole and the sensation of Bob's
thrusting cock were all I needed. At the instant I heard Bob moan and thrust
hard into Cheryl's cunt, I thrust firmly in and stayed there as my hot load
exploded into her loins. Ken Robbins' slutty wife had just taken three loads of
cum nearly at once. After this wild episode the orgy was over for the night, at
least for Bob and me. We headed for a shower and then were shown by candlelight
to spare bedrooms and where we both quickly fell asleep. Cheryl informed us the
next morning that neither she nor her husband had slept so well. "I think he was
excited as I was about my doing three guys," she explained. "We did it again as
soon as we got into bed and then we must have spent three hours talking about
what happened last night. Before we finally tried to sleep this horny guy fucked
me again," she laughed as she punched her husband gently on the arm. "That was
quite a night!" Ken enthusiastically concurred. "I'll tell you guys, there's
only one thing more exciting than watching your wife fuck another guy, and
that's seeing her with two other guys." Ken's comment prompted a long
conversation over our leisurely breakfast about the lifestyle the two of them
had engaged in for the past four years. Bob and I were regaled with tales of
some of Cheryl's more interesting couplings. When my voyeuristic curiosity
prompted me to ask how many guys had been involved, Cheryl surprised me yet
again by both her answer and the blunt manner in which she expressed it. "We
haven't counted exactly, but we both figure that I've fucked about a hundred
men," she said nonchalantly. "We've tried to find at least one new guy a month
to do it with. Last month is was Bob and this month, Mike, it's you." "Wow.
That's probably as many times as my wife and I have had sex during that time,
but you have done it that much just with other men," I reacted. "I don't think
you understood what Cheryl just said," Ken interrupted. "That's just the number
of men she's been with. Many of those guys...well over half of them...have
fucked her many times. Hardly a week passes when she doesn't put out for another
guy." Ken's comment sounded like the proud boast of the father of a star
athlete. "Last week she did it with a customer of her company who comes into
town four or five times a year. Next week she already has a date with a guy we
met last year at a convention in Dallas." "I'm really looking forward to seeing
Phil again," Cheryl added. "Last week when he called, he mentioned that he and
his wife just got back from a very exciting vacation. He'd talked her into
seducing a waiter they met in New Orleans. I can't wait to hear all about it."
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "It sounds like this might be contagious. Bob, have
you ever suggested anything like this to your wife?" I asked as I looked across
the table at my accomplice. "Hell no!" he retorted. "What do you think I am?
Nuts? Sandra doesn't need any encouragement. She's already had two affairs that
I know of. She may be fucking some other guy right now for all I know. I'm sure
not about to give her any ideas. Would you suggest it to your wife?" he asked in
return. "I doubt it," I replied. "I don't think she'd be very receptive to the
idea." "And you might be very surprised to find differently," Cheryl chimed in.
"She might just be waiting for an opportunity to find out what sex with another
man...or two...or three is like." "I really doubt that," I retorted. "She's
pretty conservative about certain things, particularly sex." "You never know,"
Cheryl shot back, "but one thing I do know is that all this talk about fucking
has made this woman very horny again. Are any of you man enough to do anything
about it?" There was a mad dash for the futon which was still lying where it had
been so well used the night before. Before Ken had another fire started in the
fireplace, I was using my hose to put out the fire in his wife's cunt. Cheryl
sucked Bob until I shot my wad and then he took up where I left off. Ken
followed for very sloppy thirds. Again his wife took on three guys, but her
asshole was too sore to do us all at once again. When Ken was finished I watched
to see if he was going to eat his wife's cum filled cunt again. He must have
sensed my interest because instead of moving down between her thighs, he rolled
off of her and offered her to me. "Mike, would you like to do the honors of
cleaning up this woman's slutty cunt?" he asked. "It's really a mess." Ken was
right about that. Cum was overflowing from her gaping opening and running down
into the crack of her ass. I didn't speak, but responded by moving into place
and eagerly lapping up the sticky sex juices. This time I wasn't troubled by the
queasiness that I'd experienced the night before, but I was bothered by the
repeated feeling of deja vu. By the time I was finished with my task, Cheryl had
cum two more times making for a total of six orgasms just that morning. She
breathlessly exclaimed that this was a record for her, and she thanked the three
of us profusely. I'm still amazed at how easily that woman can get off. My
erotic adventure with the Robbins came to an end just after noon, and it was
just as well. I was so fucked out that I didn't think I'd be able to get it up
again for a week. Just before I walked out the door, Cheryl gave me another
passionate kiss. Then she squeezed my cock and told me that I must stay with
them anytime I'm in Chicago. When I got out of the car at the airport, Ken
emphasized that the invitation was serious. Even in its spent condition, my cock
twitched at the thought of my next trip.
The End
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