CHAPTER ONE
How many times have I laid on this bed in various states of undress, rubbing,
fingering, pinching myself to solo orgasm? It must be thousands. Let's see,
eleven years of marriage, the last ten of which have been terribly uneventful,
ten years times approximately two-hundred-fifty weekdays, excluding two weeks of
vacation makes twenty-five hundred days I've spent alone in this house, most of
which I hit this bed at least once for a quick masturbation, fantasizing about
countless hundreds of lovers, all of whom satisfied me thoroughly, never leaving
me wanting more. That's the best part of fantasy lovers. They never shoot their
rocks off in thirty seconds flat, then roll off of you and start snoring. They
never develop potbellies or lose their hair. Fantasy lovers take the time to
make you feel special, make you cum even before they start fucking you, and
they're considerate. They eat your pussy to orgasm and they know just how to
suck your clit and make you all wild and creamy. Thirty seconds is a short kiss
for them, not the average length of a fuck! This morning, my fantasy lover is a
new guy at church, David, the one with the adorably cute wife who must have the
most contented pussy in town. David is such a hunk, he is most assuredly an
unbelievable lover. He's about six-foot-three, blond, blue-eyed, with a V-shaped
torso, fit and trim, a cunt-quiveringly handsome man. He's in his early
twenties, still in his sexual prime. The way his wife smiles, I'd guess he could
go three times. I didn't even have to undress before I climbed onto the bed.
Today is vacuuming day, and I always vacuum in the nude. I did hit the bed a
little earlier than usual, though. It's only 9:30. I usually hold off until
afternoon, but I feel especially horny this particular day. Fantasizing about
that handsome David did it to me. I have such a vivid imagination, I can almost
feel his hot kisses, feel his tongue slithering between my lips, searching my
mouth, tasting me, our tongues dancing a horny dance in, out and all around each
other's wide open mouth. Our impassioned moans meet in our joined mouths. His
hands cover my breasts, flattening them against me, rubbing them hard in tight,
circular motions with his open palm. Then his fingers dig into my soft tit flesh
and knead my breasts like a baker kneads dough. He traps my stiffening nipples
between two fingers on each hand, and as he continues kneading my breasts, those
two fingers rub my nipples, turning them into tingling erections. My pussy is on
fire, turning all creamy, wanting him inside. But David loves sending me to the
brink slowly, taking his time, driving me wild with desire. I feel electrically
charged when David finally breaks off our passionate, marathon kiss, his hungry
mouth then kissing my cheek and lightly nibbling one earlobe. He knows what I
like. His head turns and he nuzzles my neck, making me squirm with my rising
passion. He kisses my shoulders, moving excruciatingly slowly toward my breasts.
He opens wide and takes as much of one breast as he can into his warm mouth,
slowly letting it slide out, covered in a thin sheen of saliva, until his lips
are pressed tightly around one tingling nipple, his tongue running tight little
circles around it. He sucks it much, making it stiffen even more and tingle.
David realizing there is a direct pipeline from my sensitive nipples to my cunt.
His dedication is making my pussy a hot, steamy cauldron of bubbling desire. His
handsome face shifts to my other breast and he stuffs his forearm between my
legs, his hand grasping my trim, pert ass, squeezing it and kneading it even
more deeply than he had kneaded my breasts. His forearm presses hard against my
pussy and I hunch it with a deep, soulful fervor, feeling my pouty labia gaping
open, leaving a thin coating of my lubrication on his arm, bathing the underside
of his wrist in radiant, moist heat. Ever so slowly, David kisses and licks his
way down my soft belly, tongue-fucking my bellybutton. His big, strong, gorgeous
body is kneeling between my widely parted legs, his long, thick, stiff cock
pointing right at my cunt. His handsome face nuzzles against my dense thicket of
cunt hair, but then his body backs up, not even touching my quivering quim yet.
His tongue tickles the back of one knee and he slowly kisses and licks his way
up the sensitive inside of one thigh, then repeats the process on my other leg.
He wraps both arms under my thighs, propping their undersides against his
shoulders, raising my legs. He lightly kisses my buttocks. Then his mouth opens
wide, covers my pussy and he French kisses my pussy lips. His talented tongue
squirms inside me. My juices churn around his probing tongue. David tastes me
and smells me and moans softly, but deeply in mounting passion. I'm squirming
and writhing on the bed, softly whimpering from the overwhelming desire that has
consumed my entire body. Every nerve ending is tingling madly and my face is
knotted up in orgasmic contortions. David sucks my fiery, engorged clit between
his lips, sucking it hard, stretching it, keeping it against the roof of his
mouth with his tongue, stroking it, making me nearly cry out with unbridled
passion. He moves back to my cunt and first one, then two fingers wiggle inside
me, making my juices churn even more around them. His fingers stroke me, going
hard and fast in and out of me, making me gasp uncontrollably, feeling my
excitement sky-rocket to the point of no return. I squeal, driven completely
into bliss by the seemingly insatiable feelings rising within me. David
recognizes the signals and pulls his fingers out of me, opening his mouth wide,
covering my cunt. His tongue replaces his fingers and he tongue-fucks me to a
shrieking, twisting, turning, very wet orgasm. I cum like a slut, my body
shaking with each massive spasm. David's wide open mouth catches my spewing cum.
He savors my taste, moaning with his own passion, swallowing my cum, liking its
taste. And when my flow of hot cum ebbs, David raises up, hovering over me. I
hold my saturated petals widely apart and he pushes his gorgeous cock inside me,
filling me up and stretching me widely. I hear that unmistakable squishing sound
as his cock suctions in and out of my saturated cunt, stroking me relentlessly,
sending my passion careening right back to the brink. His big, powerful body
grinds into my body. His big, heavy balls tap against me with every powerful
stroke. My juicy pussy leaves a thin coating of cum all along the length of his
swollen shaft. David's fingers clasp me, pulling my ass off the bed to meet his
every powerful stroke. I'm gasping and grunting uncontrollably, feeling my
passion take total control of my body, loving the feel of his huge cock fucking
my juicy cunt. Over and over, David pumps me with an intense rhythmic precision,
his hips thrusting his cock in and out of me. I'm oblivious to everything else
in the world but his massive swollen bone stoking my fires, pushing me headlong
toward another body shaking, bone-rattling orgasm. And virtually simultaneously,
we cum. His huge cock blasts large, hot gobs of his spunk deep inside me, each
blast making my own orgasm just that much more intense. My wildly spasming pussy
massages his cock, milking him for every last drop he can muster. Just as our
orgasm begin subsiding, David starts pumping me again with his still rigid cock,
pushing me to the limits of my sexual endurance, making my sloppy wet pussy burn
for more. My hands hold tightly his taut and tensed ass cheeks, pulling each
stroke even deeper into me. My body writhes and squirms with reckless abandon,
every ounce of my energy focused squarely on a most intense feeling. I'm
breathlessly gasping and emitting frantic shrieks from my intense exertion,
pushing myself, straining to cum again, loving the feel of his wondrous, magical
cock stroking my passion, sending me hurtling into the netherworld of unbridled
lust, I twist, turn, buck and squirm beneath him, struggling with everything in
me to push myself to the limits and beyond. I'm whimpering with the incredible
intensity with which I'm pushing my body, struggling, straining, and then
cumming, cumming hard, feeling everything inside me gush straight out of my
pussy, creaming harder than I thought possible. It was nearly noon when I woke
up. A contented smile still creased my lips. I felt that blissful glow I used to
feel when I ran marathons, the glow which follows pushing oneself beyond your
normal limits. I still look pretty hot. Even though I don't compete in marathons
anymore, my body remains tight and trim, five feet, three inches of compact
sexual energy. I had let my hair grow out since my competition days, now wearing
it stylishly brushed back on top and on the sides, the back hanging straight to
my shoulders. Still blonde after all these years. I wearily rolled out of bed,
feeling surprisingly vibrant and refreshed. It was rare when I manipulated
myself to back-to-back orgasms but my fantasies of David were so vivid that it
just came naturally. I felt hot and sexy and opened the curtains all around the
house, except for the front, which faced the street. I do have exhibitionistic
tendencies, but flashing the busy street seemed just a bit flagrant, even for
the sexy mood I was in. Having the curtains open, opening myself to the
possibility of discovery always made me feel horny. I dragged the upright vacuum
out of the closet. My husband, Frank, had tried to talk me into getting a
canister vacuum cleaner, one of the new models. It was downright archaic to be
pushing an old-fashioned upright vacuum cleaner in today's age, he continually
insisted. This is the era of high tech and modernization, after all. How could I
tell him about the indescribable pleasure of nude vacuuming with an upright? The
thing vibrated and shook and that curved, vibrating handle felt absolutely
magical against my pussy. Some experiences I just can't tell my husband about,
especially such a non sex-oriented man as Frank. How could he possibly
understand the great pleasure of sitting bare-assed on a warm, shaking washing
machine? Would he get turned-on watching me sitting on the washing machine,
hunching my cunt against it, the vibrations making my breasts and ass shake and
tingle? Or would he think it was disgusting and whorish? Probably the latter. I
plugged my upright into a wall socket and began pushing it around the carpet
absent-mindedly, distracted by my thoughts. I imagined myself vacuuming, unaware
of a handsome stranger walking in the door, sneaking up behind me and thrusting
his hard cock into me. I lowered the handle and held it to my pussy, feeling the
vibrations shooting straight up my cunt, making my labia tingle, making my cunt
lubricate. I held it tighter to myself, maneuvering myself until my pouty labia
separated around that plastic handle, the vibrations more pronounced. My fantasy
lover faded. I didn't need him at the moment. With my legs spread apart, I
leaned against the handle. I turned around, holding the handle behind myself,
spread my legs apart while rubbing my pussy against the vibrating handle until
my labia parted around it again, then humped. That handle was a lot thicker than
most men's cocks, even the well-hung ones in my fantasies. Its vibrations shook
me to the bone. I was gasping and softly whimpering uncontrollably, my pussy
lubricating and heating up despite having cum twice already that morning. My
body was bent forward and my subtle hip thrusts made the vacuum rock back and
forth, probably sucking out half of the nap of the carpet in that one spot. The
handle turned slippery as hell and I had to hold it tight to keep it from
slipping away. My juices had coated it and I was hunching it hard, my body
rocking back and forth, pumping my imaginary lover who was entering my pussy
from behind. It felt good! I wondered if a vibrating dildo could possibly feel
much better than that nearly twenty-year-old upright vacuum cleaner with the
wildly vibrating, slippery, curved handle. I felt my breasts shaking as I
hunched that buzzing handle, feeling my nipples stiffen and begin tingling with
the electric charge that was coursing through my steamy cunt. My ass cheeks were
shaking and my entire crotch seemed to be vibrating with that pussy-slickened
handle. Grasping it tightly with both hands, I began humping it hard and fast,
making myself squeal involuntarily. My cunt was literally dripping I was so hot
and wet. My eyes were closed and my mouth open, my face scrunched up as I
strained, trying like hell to erupt in a gigantic orgasm. Then, finally, my
entire body shook as my pussy lips quaked around that slick handle and I rained
a heavy mist of cum around it. My orgasm shook my whole body and seemed to last
an eternity. My orgasm was more intense than normal, but I was also feeling
hornier than normal. It had been nearly a month since Frank had even laid a hand
on me, and a month is a long fucking time to go without sex-not that I went
without sex, of course. Throughout my marriage, I knew how to keep myself
satisfied. I had never cheated on Frank, in the flesh, but in my mind I cheated
on the man many times each day! When my orgasm finally ebbed, I opened my eyes
and wearily straightened up. I stood erect, taking deep breaths, trying to
regain my composure. For nearly a full minute, I didn't move. Finally, I turned
and noticed an image outside the living room window. I was frozen in my tracks,
standing there with my face glowing beet red, staring at a handsome young man
who was staring right back at me, one of his hands rubbing his bulging cock
through his pair of tight blue jeans. He wore a gas company shirt, short-sleeved
and white with the name of the gas company stitched above one pocket and his
name, Ned, stitched above the other pocket. Our eyes held firmly on each other,
his face turning as red as mine. We both stood frozen, neither of us knowing
quite what to do. He looked to be in his early twenties and had long, shaggy,
light brown hair. He was slender and kind of ruggedly handsome. Plus, the bulge
in the front of his jeans was quite impressive. Despite having strained my body
through three orgasms by noon, I felt my pussy quivering and lathering up. After
flirting with being discovered through the undraped windows of our house for
several years, I had finally been caught. My daydream fantasies of a wild and
crazy sex life were for the first time in the open and made real. There was a
handsome young man standing right outside my window who had witnessed my vacuum
cleaner masturbation. mere was now another person in the world who knew my
secret. I felt myself magnetically drawn to the man. We were, after all, sharing
something. Instinctively I turned to face the window head-on. Staring at the
good-looking young man, I held a breast in each hand, deeply kneading them,
perking my tingling nipples into hard little erections. I smiled at him, a warm
and sexy smile. He seemed to understand and unzipped his jeans, sticking the
fingers of one hand through his zipper, struggling with his white jockeys,
pulling out his gorgeous, long, thick, hard cock. He returned my smile and
wrapped his fist tightly around his swollen bone. I watched his fist slide back
and forth along the length of his thick shaft, staring at the deep red, bulbous
cockhead, his one-eyed monster, feeling my juices churning, feeling my arousal
again return to the overwhelming, overpowering level. I was completely
controlled by my cunt and my cunt was screaming out in desire. I lowered my
hands to my crotch, spread my legs apart, pulling my fleshy lips wide open. I
wondered if he could see inside me, see how wet I was. His eyes were fixed on my
gaping cunt, just as my eyes were fixed on his hard cock. My mouth watered as I
stared at that lovely, swollen, bulbous, deep red cockhead. My vacuum cleaner
masturbation had obviously had a profound effect on Ned. Very quickly that
one-eyed monster spit cum toward me. Milky white gobs of jism spurted from his
cock, falling with a lessening trajectory onto the grass in our side yard.
Several quick, hard, forceful blasts were followed by several more
less-than-powerful spurts. The last several gobs fell off the end of his cock
onto the ground before his feet. I remained standing there holding my pussy lips
open to him, not wanting this unexpected diversion to end so quickly. Bending
over slightly, I slid a finger from each hand inside myself. My thumbs rubbed my
swollen clit. To my delight, Ned the meter reader's cock stayed hard and his
hand renewed its tight-fisted massage, stroking himself slower now, keeping his
arousal alive, his cock staying stiff and luscious looking. Our eyes remained
locked on the other's crotch. I madly squished my fingers in and out of myself
while he continued stroking his cock. My hands were a frantic blur of erotic
motion, my mouth open, my face showing the extreme strain of my efforts,
reflecting the years of horniness which were now bubbling to the surface, no
longer willing to be denied. I felt like an oversexed, overheated, insatiable
slut, hell-bent on cumming for this handsome young voyeur wanting with
everything in my soul to give him a performance which would keep him jerking off
for years, picturing my compact, softly curved body in his mind for the rest of
his life, seeing me plunging my fingers frantically in and out of my hot and
pretty pussy, bringing him to masturbatory orgasm after masturbatory orgasm.
Knowing I would be the cause of a lifetime of spilled spunk was shooting erotic
waves throughout my entire body even more intensely than that buzzing vacuum
cleaner had done. Ned's face was as knotted in orgasmic contortions as mine was,
but we both kept our eyes wide open, fixed squarely, magnetically, on the
other's crotch. Knowing that my naked body and my vacuum cleaner masturbation
was turning the handsome young man on so much made my cunt even hotter and
juicier. It was a rare day when I reached three orgasms. I couldn't remember a
day when I had cum four times, especially four times before lunch! But I knew
this was the day it would happen, a day which would live in my mind for a long
fucking time, a day filled with pure, unadulterated lust, a day my secret
passions were shared with a total stranger! I was pumping myself furiously, my
fingers glistening with my moisture, clearly showing the young man the immense
depth of my feelings, the immense depth of my long time sexual frustration.
Frantic, high-pitched squeals and whimpers of strain were coming rapidly from
the gut. The house could have exploded and I would never have noticed. My entire
being was squarely focused deep inside my pussy and my eyes were fixed on that
long, hard, thick, gorgeous cock which the handsome young stranger was pounding
with a fury. It seemed like we masturbated in front of each other for an
eternity. Finally, as I saw his gorgeous one-eyed monster spurt again, my body
convulsed. I jerked forward, my pussy shook hard around my fingers, contracting
spasmodically, and my fourth flow of cum drenched my hands. I felt cum running
down the insides of my thighs and felt every once of strength which I had flow
straight out of my spasming pussy. My eyes remained on Ned's beautiful cock,
watching him milk it of every last drop of creamy white cum, seeing a final drop
dangling from his cockhead, then falling to the ground. Ned returned his cock to
his pants and zipped up. He smiled broadly and mouthed the words, "Thank you."
Then he bowed deeply, turned and walked out of the side yard, headed to the
neighbor's house to read their meter. I took half a dozen steps backwards and
collapsed on the couch, panting and taking long, deep breaths, feeling
thoroughly drained, smiling widely, purring like a contented pussy. Within
minutes, I had fallen into a deep sleep. I had barely had time to pull on some
clothes and finish the vacuuming before Frank got home. I warmed up the
leftovers from the night before in the microwave. After dinner, I cleaned the
kitchen while Frank sat in front of the boob tube, watching some dumb sitcom on
the network station. I shook my head in disbelief, wondering if there was any
hope for this marriage. I was wearing a denim miniskirt and had neglected to
pull on any panties. My pussy smelled like sex, and unless Frank had a cold,
which he didn't, there was no way he could not have picked up at least a few
whiffs of sex. My tee-shirt was clearly displaying my braless breasts, my taut
nipples protruding very noticeably. When I had finished cleaning the kitchen, I
joined Frank in the living room, sitting in a rocker just a few steps from the
window which had been my screen of flagrant exhibitionism that very afternoon. I
glanced out the window, wondering if the cum Ned had dropped onto the ground
would make the grass grow any greener where it had fallen. I wanted to give
Frank every opportunity I possibly could, so I draped one leg over one arm of
the rocker, clearly flashing him my wide-open, bare beaver. If he noticed, he
didn't say anything. Neither did his cock bulge in his pants. I talked to Frank,
still flashing him my bare pussy, my fingers running around my tightly knotted
nipples through my tee-shirt. His eyes remained fixed on the television screen
as he responded to my conversation with distracted grunts or monosyllabic words.
I shook my head, thinking I could perform a horny strip right next to him and he
wouldn't even notice. I wondered if I could have a man squatting between my
legs, devouring my pussy as I sat spread-eagled in that rocker, if Frank would
noticed...or mind. I wondered if he'd even be remotely interested. I gave up and
went to bed early. I crawled under the sheets completely naked, wondering if
Frank would realize I'd done so. He watched the late news, then turned out the
lights and locked the doors, dependable as clockwork. He yawned deeply and
pulled off his clothes, climbing silently into bed next to me in his white
jockey shorts, the elastic band in front and on the sides flopping over from his
protruding belly. He lay facing away from me, yawned again as he pulled the
covers up to his shoulders, then reached out and flipped off the lamp on his
bedside table. "Night hon'," he automatically mumbled as he yawned again and
fell into a sleep. I lay awake, reading a trashy novel about love. The heroine
saw herself as some kind of martyr, trapped in a marriage because her husband
was magnificently wealthy. She knew all about her husband's mistresses and was
currently in the process of finding herself a lover. I wondered if Frank had a
mistress. I looked over at his balding head and saw the lump under the covers of
his protruding belly, hearing his nasal wheezing and shook my head. No way that
man had a mistress. Somehow, Frank had transcended into a nonsexual being. When
we had sex, it was more out of a marital obligation that anything. There was
certainly no lust left in our marriage. We were merely two people cohabitating.
I wanted more, damn it! But could I make it in the world alone, without Frank's
paycheck to support me? I had only a high school education and my only real
experience was in running marathons. I didn't figure there were many listings in
the classified for marathon runners. Hell, I couldn't even type. Answering the
telephone on one of those brightly flashing computerized phone systems nearly
all offices used scared the hell out of me. I didn't know anything about
computers. I didn't know how to do much. Well, actually, there was one thing I
could do. I could masturbate and fantasize like crazy!
CHAPTER TWO
The monthly church potluck has never been my idea of a wild and crazy
time. In fact, I had never really looked forward to it as a social event until
this month. That gorgeous hunk David had joined our church. I normally didn't
wear my denim miniskirt to church social functions either. A lot of the women
did wear such garments, but I had always figured it to be inappropriate.
However, with my pussy juices churning at the horny thoughts of David in my
head, I pulled on that denim miniskirt over a pair of bikini panties, without
hose. My legs are nice, and I think a woman's legs look better bare under a
denim mini anyway. I also put on a push-up bra, strapless, and my low-cut top
with the straps which incessantly fall down my arms, exposing more breast than I
would normally consider proper for a church function. Then I stepped into a
flashy pair of red high heels and examined myself in the mirror. I looked hot!
Frank didn't seem to notice. David's adorably cute wife, Annie, was already in
the small kitchen at the church, shuffling casseroles from oven to hot plates to
the serving table. She looked like every man's dream, about five feet tall,
frosted light brown hair curled under at the shoulders, proud and rounded
breasts, rather large for her diminutive stature, tiny waist and soft and
rounded hips. She looked so adorable, the first instinct was to hug her. She had
one of those effervescent smiles and twinkling green eyes. In her culottes, with
a green ribbon in her hair, she looked like the epitome of cuteness. As people
lined up to go through the serving line, I caught my first glimpse of David. He
was wearing short blue gym shorts and a navy blue tee-shirt with a fraternity
crest printed on the front and "Boomer" printed on the back. He wore tennis
shoes and white socks, dressed for action in the monthly softball game. I
studied his hips in those shorts. He had a nice ass, rounded and firm looking,
and he had a great looking bulge in front. Just looking at him made my cunt
quiver and lubricate. Annie and I had been talking, getting to know one another,
as we scurried about the kitchen. Despite my natural inclination to hate the
woman because I was in serious lust with her husband, I found myself enjoying
her company. She seemed very sweet, nice and genuine. And, I was no longer far
and away the best women's softball player in the church. Annie had a natural
athleticism which matched mine. I learned she and David jogged twice a day and
she invited me to join them, telling me they only lived a couple of blocks away
from us. She asked if Frank would care to join us, too, and I had the best laugh
I'd had in a long time. During the game, whenever I caught David's eyes on me, I
did my best to casually bend over to retrieve something, flashing him some tit
and thigh, noticing a subtle expansion in his crotch, feeling my juices churn as
a result of his reaction. I had slipped into my shortest, tightest jogging
shorts, pure silk, no panties. My nipples protruded quite noticeably through my
athletic bra and my tee-shirt. It didn't take much massaging at all to stiffen
them up. Just thinking about jogging with David stiffened them up pretty well,
even if Annie would be with us. Frank had already nodded off in front of the
television. The schmuck didn't even have the slightest idea what was going on
inside of me. David and Annie were waiting for me and the three of us jogged off
at a nice clip. As we ran, they both asked me all about my marathon days, which
races I had run, my times, where I placed, and seemed genuinely impressed. They
told me about themselves. They had been college lovers, pinned during their
sophomore year, engaged during their junior year, married during their senior
year. He had been president of Sigma Chi and Annie had been Sweetheart of Sigma
Chi two years in a row. I liked the way the muscles rippled in David's legs as
he took long, effortless strides. I also liked the way Annie's breasts swayed as
she jogged, and also the way her pert little ass and trim thighs shook. I
studied them both as we ran. They looked storybook perfect together,
all-American sweethearts. We ran for about an hour, winding up at their house.
They asked me inside and then Annie suggested we get into their hot tub on the
back deck to let the jets and bubbling hot water massage our muscles. I told
them that would be nice, but I didn't have my swimming suit with me. Annie
giggled and pulled off her tee-shirt, saying, "You don't need to wear a swimming
suit. We never do. You wouldn't believe what those jets can do to your pussy!"
My eyes must have opened as wide as saucers and my jaw must have dropped to my
tits! As Annie unhooked her athletic bra pulling it off and exposing her
luscious, firm, proud breasts and David pulled off his tee-shirt to reveal a
massive, hairy chest, I felt my cunt turning extremely hot and creamy. I watched
them both kick off their shoes and pull off their socks. "Joining us?" David
asked. I nodded and pulled my own tee-shirt off, unhooking my athletic bra and
baring my breasts to them both. I nearly came when David and Annie both pulled
their shorts down from their hips. Annie had a tightly shaved thatch of light
brown cunt hair and slightly pouty pussy lips with a gorgeous little gap between
her upper thighs. David's cock slowly swelled as he looked me over. It was long
and thick and the mere sight of it sent some of my juices oozing from my
overheating cunt. I pulled my shorts off my hips and they both stared and
smiled. Each of them grabbed one of my arms and they led me out of the sliding
glass door onto the deck, the yard hidden behind an eight-foot fence. David's
cock was standing straight out in front of him, hard as a rock. He pulled the
cover off the hot tub and Annie and I climbed the two steps up to it and stepped
in. "One-o-four," Annie said without looking at the floating thermometer. David
picked it up and studied it, nodding. Annie said to me, "There's a noticeable
difference between one-o-three and one-o-four. At one-o-four, you simply melt".
I leaned back in the hot tub as David crawled in and turned on the jets and
bubbles. My body relaxed and I giggled at the way my breasts bobbed to the
surface, seeing Annie's doing the same. The swirling hot water instantly relaxed
me. After a few silent moments, Annie scooted over next to me, smiling broadly.
"Want to feel something great?" she asked. I nodded. "Scoot around so you're
facing the jet behind you," she instructed. I stood in the hot tub, the water
covering my hips, the cool night air making steam rise from my body. David's and
Annie's arms cradled me and my feet rose from the bottom. They supported me and
moved my crotch toward the jet in the side of the hot tub. I raised my legs up
and draped them over the edge, David and Annie supporting my back in their arms,
holding me so my breasts were bobbing on top of the steaming cauldron of
bubbling water and my cunt was pressed against the jet. It felt absolutely
glorious! It was even better than holding my hand-held shower massager against
my cunt and turning the water on full blast. It was turning my horny cunt into a
quivering inferno! My arousal sky-rocketed as David leaned his handsome face
over my breasts and started sucking them, making my stiff, tingling nipples
stiffen even more and grow even longer. That glorious jet pumping my pussy and
that handsome man sucking my tits was sending me hurtling rapidly toward
full-tilt sexual overload. Every inch of my body was on fire, every nerve ending
tingling, my cunt quivering. And then the Sweetheart of Sigma Chi pressed her
lips to mine. I was totally overcome by my passion. Our mouths opened and our
heads twisted and turned, our tongues dancing a horny dance in, out and all
around each other's mouths. We both moaned in arousal and our passionate kiss
intensified. It was my first female kiss. I had never before in my life even
considered female love. And it wasn't Annie who had attracted me; it was her
incredibly handsome husband! But there was no resistance to this kiss on my
part. In fact, I enjoyed it. I found myself moaning in rising passion, feeling
the warm jet of surging water drenching my pussy, feeling Annie's warm lips
pressed to mine, her tongue wrestling frantically with mine, feeling David's one
hand begin massaging my thighs. There was something magically overpowering about
being overwhelmed by arousal by the man of my recent wet dreams and his cute
wife in a steaming, bubbling, churning hot tub. The heat of the water and the
swirling whirlpool effect of the jets was making my body absolutely melt, just
as Annie had said it would. Even though it was relaxing me, putting me into a
sort of half-hypnotic, dreamy state of extreme relaxation, it wasn't relaxing my
sexual urges. In fact, the one hundred and four-degree hem of the water was
seeming to make my fire of passion burn even hotter. The combination of body
relaxation and burning internal fires was creating a totally overwhelming sexual
feeling which I had never before experienced, a feeling I was dearly loving. One
of Annie's arms moved away from my back and I instantly felt small, slender
fingers, noticeably smaller and slenderer than the fingers deeply kneading my
ass cheeks, spreading my tingling labia apart, opening me up for the full surge
of that strategically placed jet. My clit had swollen and was being whipped
around by the force of the jet. That was shooting intense waves of arousal
throughout my body, putting every nerve ending on full-tilt alert, broadcasting
a signal of impending climax into every part of my body. Annie's face was still
pressed to mine and our heads were still twisting and turning, our open mouths
alternately sucking each other's tongue. I struggled to move my arms, finding
David's hard cock with my left hand, finding Annie's cute, trim, soft ass with
my right hand. Both hands squeezed and their moans filled my ears with the
sounds of an erotic symphony playing in two-part harmony. Annie's fingers slowly
and playfully slithered inside me. The surging water was washing my lubrication
right out of me, but my arousal was as torrid as ever. Three of her slender
fingers began stroking my hot cunt, slowly and tenderly taking me to new heights
of- sexuality, the first female fingers to ever enter my pussy besides my own.
It surprised me how much I was enjoying Annie's passionate kiss and her tender
fingering of my overheated cunt. David's big hand was still deeply kneading my
ass, his index finger continually, but subtly, moving closer and closer to my
asshole. As the intensity of Annie's frantic fingering increased, David's index
finger pushed on my tightly puckered hole. I began gasping, now entirely
overcome by arousal, oblivious to anything in the world but my hot and tingling
pussy. Effortlessly, David's one finger penetrated my ass, sinking in to the
first knuckle, twisting playfully around, sending new waves of passionate desire
surging throughout my body. And with the force of that powerfully surging jet,
Annie's fingers pushed deeper and harder into me. I heard myself gasping and
squealing, then felt David's mouth close over one breast, his tongue running
tight circles around my stiff and tingling nipple. He sucked my tit with the
power of my vacuum cleaner, shooting passion straight through that direct
pipeline from my nipple to my cunt. Within seconds, my body lurched in the water
and my pussy spasmed wildly around Annie's fingers, the forceful jet of water
washing my cum away as quickly as I produced it, mixing my hot juices with the
crystal clear, chlorinated water churning and agitating in the hot tub of
passion. I softly whimpered with the intensity of my bodily reaction to my
all-consuming passion. My body twitched and shook as I came. Annie smiled
maniacally, softly asking, "Wasn't that nice?" I nodded dreamily, my lips
stretched into a huge grin, my face beaming radiantly with the telltale
afterglow of a woman who has just cum. Annie softly giggled and said, "David's
been in here long enough that he's good and relaxed now. Would you like to give
him head? After getting all relaxed in this hot water, it takes him forever to
cum. Gives us a chance to really give him some fervent head for a long time."
Again I nodded, not totally believing my ears. The most innocent-looking woman
in the world was actually offering to share her husband with me? To let me suck
him off right in front of her? If this was a wet dream, I dearly hoped I
wouldn't wake up anytime soon! David had relinquished his hold on my ass,
pulling his finger out of me, and had scooted around to the inside steps of the
hot tub. He was seated on the next-to-top step, leaning back, his long, thick,
hard cock standing straight up out of the water, the surface of the bubbling,
churning water splashing against his hairy balls which bobbed about. His wife
told me, "Go ahead, he's all yours." Feeling like I had entered a fantasy world
of eroticism, I crouched between David's legs, my knees on the underwater bench
seat along the side, my body leaning into him, braced by my arms resting on his
parted thighs. My hungry lips wrapped around his swollen cock, tasting the
chlorination of the water on his cock. My tongue ran little circles around his
swollen, bulbous cockhead, bringing deep moans of pleasure from the cunt-quiveringly
handsome man. My head twisted and turned from side to side, his cock protruding
from one cheek, then the other, as I licked the length of his shaft, wanting to
taste every inch of that gorgeous cock. David's hands rested on my head, holding
me to his cock, as if he needed to. I devoured that hard bone ravenously, like a
woman who hadn't tasted cock for months, which, in fact, I hadn't. My cheeks
billowed as I blew him as hard as I could with as much energy as my incredibly
relaxed body could muster. Then my cheeks caved in as I sucked him with equal
intensity. I heard Annie's soft moans of arousal and heard the sound of skin
slapping skin. I diverted my eyes to the left, toward the sound, and saw Annie's
gorgeous body seated on the side of the hot tub, beads of moisture glistening on
her lovely skin, a thin fog of steam emanating from her into the cool night air.
Her legs were spread widely apart and both hands were pounding her pretty pussy,
two fingers from each hand jamming hard and fast in and out of her. And my own
lust increased, seeing how turned on she was watching me suck her husband's
cock! She was so turned on that she was masturbating as she watched! My cock
appetite grew even more ravenous and I devoured David's cock, the intensity of
my sucking and blowing and licking increasing ten-fold. David's moans and groans
became louder and more intense. Hearing the vocal evidence of his rising
passion, my own sucking grew even wilder. I wrapped my hand around his cock and
squeezed, then stroked him, my lips wrapped tightly around his cock. For a
seeming eternity, I jerked him off, still blowing and sucking him, and, finally,
his hips raised off the step, his cock brushing against the back of my throat,
and he grunted deeply. Several quick, intense blasts of his hot and heavy cum
shot straight down my throat. My vacuum-like suction and my tight, pounding fist
kept him cumming. I tasted his salty spunk and swallowed every drop I could milk
from his spurting bone, sucking and milking him dry. Then I pushed away from him
and floated lazily back against the far wall of the hot tub, my bare ass landing
on the bench seat, that hot jet which had pounded my pussy giving my back a deep
massaging. I could still taste David's cum and I was wearing a huge, happy grin.
David's still-rigid dick submerged below water level and he moved slowly through
the agitated water toward me. His hands reached me first, fingers digging into
my soft thighs, parting them. I scooted my hips out to the very edge of the
underwater bench seat. Waves of electrically charged jolts of passion coursed
through my body. If the hot and churning water was not washing my lubrication
away, I'd have been dripping wet. His hands moved to my pussy and his fingers
separated my fleshy cunt lips. His body glided through the water and his long,
thick, stiff cock penetrated me. I nearly came right then. David's cock
stretched me wide and filled me up. His hands dug deeply into the soft cheeks of
my ass and that index finger again found my tight, hot asshole. His finger
penetrated me and reamed me thoroughly. My weight was on my feet and on my neck
as my body rose from the bench seat, writhing against David, feeling the
intensity of my passion soar as his hips jammed back and forth and he pistoned
his cock in and out of me. Annie silently crept over to us and before I realized
she was even there,. she was straddling me from behind, seated on the edge of
the tub behind me, slowly scooting her luscious body forward. I looked straight
up at her pretty pussy as it descended onto my face. My tongue reached for her
fleshy twat lips, penetrated her, savoring the heady mixture of my first taste
of pussy and the heavy chlorinated taste of the water. I liked the taste and
wondered if my own pussy tasted and smelled as good as Annie's. I love getting
my clit sucked and I figured Annie might, too. Her clit was swollen and I
trapped it between my lips, pursing my lips tightly around it, rolling it over
and over with a back and forth motion of my lower jaw, my tongue flicking its
tip. I felt it growing between my lips and sucked it into my mouth, stretching
it, holding it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue while sucking hard on
it and hearing Annie's impassioned moans. My cunt was on fire! David's cock
relentlessly plowed me, the hot water obviously relaxing him to the point to
where it was going to take an eternity for him to cum, and that thrilled me.
That exquisite man could fuck me all night long! I hoped he never came, just
kept pumping my pussy with that hard cock, taking my arousal higher and higher
toward uncharted heights. Annie was intensely grinding her pussy against my
mouth, her fervent moans turning into involuntary gasps and uncontrollable
squeals. Her pussy was out of the water and was dripping wet with her
lubrication. Her juices were smeared all over my face and her musky scent had
filled my head. I reached my hands up and squeezed them between my nose and her
pussy. While I sucked her clit, I slipped two fingers from each hand inside her,
stroking her fiery, wet cunt, making her gasps come more frequently and turning
her squeals into unbridled shrieks. I pumped my fingers hard and fast in and out
of her, hearing that luscious, horny squishing sound of flesh probing through
intense female wetness. The sound thrilled me and the juices oozing from her
soggy cunt onto my hands was thrilling me, too. Within a minute, Annie's body
jerked forward and her shriek was shrill and loud. Her pussy walls spasmed
wildly around my intruding fingers and her fine mist of cum rained all over my
face. I let go of her clit and opened my mouth wide, catching her spewing cum,
tasting it and purring softly. Hers was a long orgasm and a very wet one. My
face was drenched in a mixture of sweat from the heat of the water, my own
exertion and Annie's musky cum. As Annie raised her hips off my face and scooted
back onto the edge of the hot tub, sitting back and watching her husband fuck
me, David shifted his hips into overdrive. Every inch of his gorgeous body
tensed and his handsome face knotted in sexual exertion, reflecting the
intensity of his powerful hip thrusts. Water splashed all over my face and hair
as his body pounded into mine. Waves created by his thrashing crashed over the
edge of the hot tub, smacking loudly onto the deck. David grunted and I felt a
weak blast of cum spurt inside me. His entire body was shaking with his extreme
exertion. His cock seemed to tremble inside me as he strained to get out every
last drop. My pussy muscles were milking his cock and then they trembled and
quaked and my heavy flow of cum was instantly washed away into the swirling,
bubbling cauldron of water. The three of us lay back in the steaming hot tub,
none of us saying a thing for several long minutes, each of us smiling, letting
the swirling water massage us into a near-sleep state. I studied Annie's cute
face, seeing that unmistakable glow, that beaming radiance, that look of utter
contentment, of satisfaction. David's handsome face bore the same signs. His
eyes were closed, though, where Annie's were wide open, staring off into space.
I wondered what play was being acted out behind David's closed lids, wondering
if he was savoring me, reliving our incredibly hot encounter. Finally Annie
spoke. She smiled warmly and genuinely, looking me squarely in the eyes, and
said above the whir of the hot tub's motor, "That was really nice. You know, as
much as you enjoy running, we could get together every evening and do this."
David's eyes jolted open and a huge smile covered his face. He nodded and said,
"That would be great!" The smile on my face must have stretched from ear to ear.
"I'd like that very much," I replied. David reached over and shut off the
blowers. He wearily crawled out of the hot tub and said he'd bring us towels. I
floated lazily in the still water, watching his big, trim, luscious, naked body
retreating into the house, seeing his long, limp cock and low-hanging balls
swaying between his legs, seeing the steam rising from his body. He reappeared
momentarily and held a towel out for Annie. She wearily stepped out of the hot
tub and her husband lovingly wrapped the towel around her. Then he did the same
for me, giving me a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead. I used Annie's hair
dryer, then got dressed in my still sweaty jogging outfit and kissed them both
goodnight, walking blissfully toward home. It had been a magical evening. I had
never felt so warm, so sexy, so hot in all my life. I also felt extremely
serene. Annie had been my first female lover, and I liked the experience a great
deal. David had been everything I had fantasized him to be. I wondered if the
huge, silly grin on my face would ever go away. I felt like I should feel
guilty. I had, after all, cheated on my husband. Just thinking about the intense
sex in the hot tub, though, was rekindling a spark inside my cunt. There was no
swirling water to wash away my juices now, and I was slowly turning rather hot
and creamy. I thought if Frank was still awake, I'd try seducing him. That
seemed like the least I could do for the man. Frank may be an insensitive,
boring, inattentive man, old before his time, but he was still my husband. The
walk home was far too short. I considered walking around the block to prolong
the warm afterglow, but instead walked into the house. Frank was snoring on the
couch, the television still on. It was only nine o'clock, but lately even nine
o'clock seemed to be too late for Frank. I shut off the television and walked
into the bathroom, pulling off my sweaty jogging clothes. Stark naked, I walked
into the living room, shutting off the lights, closing the curtains, locking the
doors and shaking my husband awake. Groggily, he rose and turned away from me,
nearly sleepwalking into the bedroom. He pulled off his clothes and climbed
robotically into bed, shutting off the lamp on his bedside table, leaving me
alone, naked and feeling horny. What the hell, I lay back and began rubbing
myself, thinking back to David and Annie, reliving the entire evening from
jogging to our bare-assed romp into the hot tub, through the intense fucking, my
first lesbian experience and their invitation to make it a frequent thing. That
huge smile returned to my lips and I rubbed myself harder, moaning and
whimpering loudly enough to wake Frank, but he snored right through it. And I
came. I fell into a deep sleep in which I was with Annie and made mad,
passionate love to her.
CHAPTER THREE
As soon as Frank was out the door, I was up and showering, still smiling,
feeling vibrant and alive for the first time in a long time. I hadn't realized
how deep my depression had been. My normal routine was to sleep away half the
morning, grumpily crawling out of bed and going about my household chores,
frigging my brains out at least once. But this morning I felt terrific. Not even
a disastrous leak in the hose of my hand-held shower massager could dampen my
spirits. I merely tossed it aside and turned on the tap, checking it for the
proper temperature, then laid down in the tub on my back, propping my feet on
the edge of the tub on either side of the tap. I raised my hips up, my weight
braced on my shoulder, opening my pussy lips to the warm and forceful flow from
the faucet. It felt just like that horny jet in David's and Annie's hot tub. I
closed my eyes and let my mind take me back to the previous night, my pussy
gaping wide open, hot and quivering, the intense blast of the jet pummeling my
pussy. I could feel David's mouth on my breasts and his finger up my ass. I
could feel Annie's passionate kiss. And despite an overload of orgasms over the
past few days, I came. The surging water from the faucet washing my cum down the
drain pelted my clit and kept my arousal alive. Such a waste for my cum to be
washed down the drain, I thought. David or Annie would love to be tasting it,
even if my husband couldn't care less. It felt good to have two lovers. I
realized I could never claim ownership of either, but it felt a hell of a lot
better than the frustration I had endured through a sexless marriage with Frank
over recent years. I had always had possessive tendencies, but the sheer
enjoyment of uninhibited sex was easily overriding them. I nearly danced through
my housework, doing it in the nude again with all the curtain open, even the
ones facing the street. No more shame or embarrassment. I felt hot and sexy and
I was ready to take on whatever happened to me. I watched two men who appeared
to be in their mid-twenties playing tennis on the courts across the street.
Peering out of the breakfast nook window, I studied how their ripe asses filled
out their tennis shorts. I studied the subtle muscles rippling in their legs and
arms. I studied the subtle bulges in their crotches, feeling my pussy starting
to quiver and lubricate. I grasped a long, extremely thick cucumber, rolling it
over and over between my hands to warm it up. I gave it head, my eyes stiff
fixed on the tennis players, imagining I was giving one of them a blow-job. I
was really getting into it, my jaw opened so wide to accommodate that enormous
phallic symbol that it actually ached. I had left a coating of saliva on the end
of that green fruit. With my eyes still magnetically fixed on the two young hunk
tennis players, I slowly dropped to my knees, my hands holding the cucumber
straight up, pressing it against me, rubbing it along the length of my juicy
slit. My legs parted wider, making my labia gape open, and I rubbed the cucumber
against myself until it penetrated my slit. I held it still, positioned against
my juicy opening, slowly lowering myself onto it, feeling it filling me up,
feeling it entering me. The cucumber became the incredible dick of the
blond-haired young stud tennis player. My mind tore away his clothes and I could
feel him laying beneath me. It was his cock I was throwing myself upon. And ever
so slowly, I took him inside me. I was nearly doing the splits on the breakfast
nook floor. My cunt lowered onto that horny fruit until I was pressed against my
own hands, which were securely grasping the end of the cucumber. I was
completely prone upon that fake cock, my cunt stretched wider than it had ever
been stretched, more filled up than I had ever been. And the feeling bathed my
entire body in a warm, horny sensation. Watching my imaginary lover glide
effortlessly across the tennis court, adeptly slamming forehands and backhands
across the net, I began bobbing up and down on his enormous cock, soft whimpers
coming from my mouth, echoing the exertion of my increasingly fervent voyage
toward bliss. I was leaving a thin, sparkling coming of my juices along the
length of that long, thick dick. I began hunching that sexy fruit so intensely
that my breasts were shaking and slapping into one another. My impassioned
moaning was punctuated with involuntary gasps as the fever in my pussy escalated
rapidly. Within seconds, my body was thrashing wildly, whipping back and forth
like wheat being blown by a hard wind. My focus blurred, but my eyes still
stared at that luscious man on the tennis court across the street. The
pre-orgasmic tension of my body was peaking and within seconds, my whiplashing
jolted me to the bone. My entire body was tensed and every ounce of energy I had
was centered in my cunt. I leaked a musky dew over the cucumber, my pussy walls
contracting around it, squeezing it, stroking it. It got quite slippery, coated
in my cum. And when I rose off of it, I fell forward onto the floor, collapsing
in a panting heap of sexual exhaustion, my cunt and nipples tingling. And I fell
into a semi-conscious, dreamy state, once again imagining cute Annie tied
playfully to a bed, her beautiful, naked body writhing and squirming as David
and I took advantage of her vulnerability and sucked and fucked every
conceivable orifice, deflowering the innocent Sweetheart of Sigma Chi. And while
that adorably cute woman was tied up, her handsome husband fucked me crazy. He
fucked my cunt until I bathed his crotch in my cum. Then I licked his bone dry,
swallowing his spurting cum. And next, while his wife watched, he reamed my ass
with a stiff finger, greased up his cock and gave me my first ass fuck. I came
again. When I stirred back to life at about one o'clock, there was cum all over
the insides of my thighs. I was feeling more adventurous than I had ever felt. I
felt beautiful and sexy and confident as hell! And to celebrate the reawakening
of my sex life, I drove into town and went to a topless bar. It was the first
time I had ever been inside a place like that, but I had several reasons for
going. Going alone, I wanted to see if any of the horny guys in the club would
make a pass at me. I also wanted to see if my bisexual instincts were merely for
Annie, or for other beautiful women as well. I also wanted to see what one of
those places was like. It was mid-afternoon and the patrons looked like
businessmen who had slipped out of their offices for a couple of hours to escape
into hardcore fantasy. Three young, very pretty, very well-built women were
dancing erotically on a long runway surrounded by ringside chair. Small tables
were spread throughout the dimly lit club, most of them unoccupied. There may
have been twenty men in the place, no more. Three topless waitresses hustled
drinks from the bar to the tables and ringside chairs. They wore only G-strings
and high heels, the same as the dancers. In fact, they were Probably dancers, as
well. Maybe they worked in shifts. A strikingly beautiful blonde with large,
rounded breasts jutting straight out in front of her, not sagging even a
fraction of an inch, walked up to me with a look of concern on her pretty face.
She was about 5'6" and had a body and good looks which would make any man cream
in his jeans. I felt a quivering in my cunt and smiled warmly with the
sensation. I asked her if I could sit anywhere and she returned my smile and
nodded. I walked over to a table, set apart from the all-male crowd so I could
observe things. The beautiful blonde followed me and took my order for a glass
of red wine. I watched her walk away, her luscious, ripe ass bare except for the
string running up her crack. Her firm cheeks shook subtly as she walked, making
my cunt lubricate. I started to feel more like a sexy woman than a frustrated
housewife. I turned my attention to the three young women dancing on the long,
wooden, elevated runway. One was a brunette, one was beautiful blonde, the other
a petite redhead. All three shook their breasts a lot while they danced. Every
male eye in the place was glued to their delectable bodies. I felt waves of
passion sweep over my body as I watched the redhead squat in front of some guy's
face. She spread her thighs apart and pulled her tiny G-string out away from
her. The guy leaned forward, a rolled bill between his lips. From my vantage
point I could see the dancer's thick red pubic hair. I could also see the rolled
up bill penetrating her, sliding slightly inside her pretty pussy. I saw the
guy's tongue lick her pussy, a portion of his tongue disappearing inside her,
and after giving the guy a brief taste, the redhead backed away from him,
covered herself with her tiny loin patch and rose back to her feet, dancing and
swaying her body toward another guy. My nipples had stiffened considerably and
were tingling and poking through my blouse, I had never seen such a public
display of sexuality before! It was amazing to me that a guy could go into a
topless bar and actually poke his tongue up a dancer's pussy! And I found myself
wondering if the dancers would be as obliging if a woman was holding a rolled
bill between her lips. The beautiful, busty blonde returned with my glass of
wine. She set it down before me, then pulled a chair out and sat her naked ass
down. She smiled warmly and asked me what I was doing there, not in an
intimidating way, but more out of curiosity. I took a sip of wine, looking over
her breasts and feeling my own nipples tingling. I don't know what it was about
her, maybe her nudity, maybe her beauty, maybe her seemingly genuine warmth, but
I felt like I could confide in her. So I did. I gave her my reasons for being
there and she nodded, seeming to understand. Her name was Mary and she was 20
years old. She was a lesbian, and she said four of the six women working that
afternoon were lesbians. The only two who weren't were the sexy redhead and a
sultry, long and lean beauty who was currently draped over some rich-looking guy
on the other side of the runway. I asked her why a lesbian would dance naked in
front of a bunch of horny guys and she laughed softly, her eyes twinkling
mischievously. I liked her soft laugh. It sounded sweet and genuine. "We get
paid for showing our pussies to guys, not for loving them," she explained.
"Actually," she said thoughtfully, "it gives me a kind of charge to have these
guys drooling for something they can't have. You learn really quick in this
business that guys will do anything to get a taste of pussy. It gives me a real
sense of power. I can taunt them and tease them and drive them out of their
fucking minds, and then watch them when they cum, putting a big wet stain on the
front of their suit pants. They're going to have to go home and explain to their
wives how a cum stain got on the front of their pants." She laughed, and I did
too. She reached under the table and gave my thigh a tight squeeze, winking and
saying, "Stick around a while. I'm supposed to go on in about fifteen minutes.
If you'd like to move up next to the runway, I'll let you lick my pussy." I
nodded. I watched her walk away from the table, seeing her shake her ass a
little more pronounced this time, knowing she was doing it for me. I stuffed a
hand between my legs, pressing my pussy through my thin cotton pants, feeling
moist heat radiating from inside me. Half a dozen guys seated along the runway
were leaning forward, reaching for the three dancers. A big, burly bouncer stood
to the side, watching with his powerful arms folded across his massive chest,
not missing a thing, eyes constantly scanning. I imagined if any of the guys got
out of hand with the dancers, the bouncer would be on them in a flash, kicking
their asses into the street. Mary served a drink to one of them. His hand held
tightly against her gorgeous ass, giving it a squeeze. She laughed
good-naturedly and spun away from his grasp. The bouncer seemed ready to strike,
but then relaxed when he saw Mary handle herself. Mary leaned forward to get
another guy's drink order. Her beautiful breasts dangled straight down, one of
them brushing the guy's face. He made no move toward her, though. As the
hard-driving rock music faded out, the three dancers straggled unceremoniously
off the runway, the brunette and the beautiful blonde walking side-by-side, each
with a hand on the other's ripe, bare ass. The three topless waitresses then
climbed onto the runway. A smoky blue spotlight shined on their gorgeous bodies
and the music began to crescendo through the speakers. I rose from my table and
walked right up to the runway, sitting not two feet away from Mary, looking up
her shapely legs to her sequined G-string, the sequins bouncing glitters of
light in various directions and making her crotch look very attractive. My eyes
climbed her flat tummy and stared intently at her jiggling, shaking breasts,
looking so full and ripe like melons. There were no stretch marks or blotches,
just soft, creamy flesh stretched tightly, capped by beet-red nipples jutting
perhaps a quarter-inch erect from her pale pink areola. men I looked up at her
pretty face and our eyes made contact. She had sparking blue eyes and they were
locked on mine. Subtle moisture glistened on her red lips under the smoky, blue
spotlight, and a soft blue hue bathed her mouth-watering body to give her a
dreamy appearance. Her body moved gracefully to the music's hard driving beat.
Her eyes held on mine, seeming to draw me into her soul. I could feel the music
inside me and could nearly feel her warm, delectable body moving against me. One
of my hands grasped the wine glass, the other was balled up between my thighs,
rubbing myself through my pants, pushing my arousal to the limits. It never
occurred to me that anybody would be watching me but Mary. In fact, I had almost
forgotten that I was in a public place. I had been drawn into Mary's act and she
was my entire world at that particular moment. My tongue rimmed my lips, as hers
did. My nipples stiffened even more under my blouse and the fabric of the blouse
rubbing across them made them tingle erotically. I was thankful I had decided to
not wear a bra. My thighs flexed around my fist and I rubbed it harder against
my creamy cunt. My eyes never left Mary for even a second. She moved right to
the edge of the runway, squatting down in front of me, her ass resting on her
heels, her knees on either side of my shoulders as I leaned out of my chair. My
head was at crotch level and Mary pulled her sequined loin cloth out in front of
her, showing me her pretty pussy. Her wispy blonde pubes were shaved into a
tight V above her slightly pouting lips. Her clit was swollen and sticking out
between those soft folds of flesh. I breathed deeply, getting a large whiff of
her hot, musky scent. Mary put her hand on my head and pulled me right into her.
My tongue extended and licked her pussy, penetrating her and getting a taste of
her juice. I moaned involuntarily. She tasted and smelled every bit as good as
Annie did. I loved her tangy flavor and her hot scent of arousal. It made my
pussy quake and turn hot and creamy. Mary's head lowered to mine and she
whispered, "I'm really hot, and it's all because of you. I shook from the top of
my head to the tips of my toes. I jerked and twitched in orgasmic convulsions,
my cunt spasming, my juices soaking the crotch of my panties. Mary then rose and
I collapsed back into my chair. I sat down on someone's hand and jerked my head
instinctively to the right, seeing a man grinning. I reached down and grabbed
his wrist and pushed it away. This was between Mary and me, I didn't want anyone
else honing in on our sex. I looked back to the runway and saw Mary smiling
warmly and melted back into my chair, holding the glass of wine to my lips and
running my tongue around the perimeter of the glass's lip, still maintaining eye
contact with beautiful Mary. She looked absolutely majestic on that runway,
unashamedly naked. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I was visually devouring
that ripe, succulent body, feeling her doing the same to me. I sat there
watching Mary dance, squat, hunch and shake until the music finally faded and
she walked wearily off the runway. She walked straight over to me and motioned
for me to follow her. We walked through a curtain near the head of the stage and
into a small room with clothes strewn about, covering a couple of armchairs and
a couch. Mary flopped onto the couch, laying back. I sat on the edge of the
couch, my hips next to hers. She smiled warmly and asked, "Well, did you
discover anything? Was it just that one woman who turned you o
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