A young husband allows his wife to be auctioned off for the weekend for a charity function

I guess this story all started a little more than a
year ago. My husband bought an old car that he had
found for sale on the internet. I thought he was pretty
silly, spending that much money for a car that was
almost forty years old and in such horrible shape. It
was a 1969 Dodge Superbee. We drove out with a friend
to look at it, and when I saw it I thought he had lost
his mind for sure. It was in pieces. The guy that owned
it had started to restore it, but apparently hadn’t
gotten very far.

My husband, Dale, wanted it because his father had
owned one when he was a kid and he had always wanted
one. They had a lot of sentimental value for him.

We had been married for five years now and he had
gotten lucky when he graduated from college and gotten
a good job and progressed rapidly. We now had plenty of
cash to play with, so I guess I couldn’t really
complain. Dale’s friend had a large flatbed trailer and
they wrestled the car and its various parts onto the
trailer and tied it all down and we took it home with
us.

It turned out that the car was in better shape than it
looked when it was scattered around that guy’s barn,
and with the help of the local classic car club Dale
had it restored and looking like a new car in a little
under a year. It was actually a beautiful car, I was
surprised. It also sounded great, and it was the most
powerful car that I had ever ridden in.

After the car was complete we started going to shows.
They had local car shows about once a month and we
often drove to nearby cities to attend larger shows. A
lot of the guys also had custom motorcycles and they
were a growing part of the show as well. The car club
was a pretty close knit group and we did a lot of
things together and I was kind of glad that we had
gotten the car. I was having fun with it too.

Things didn’t start getting weird until we went to a
show in a nearby state. It was being held at a
fairground and we caravanned up there with our cars and
motorcycles on trailers. This time, however, instead of
staying at local motels as usual, we had planned on
camping on a portion of the fairground that had been
set aside for us.

I had some pretty mixed feelings about that. I am
twenty-four years old and have never been camping out.
I had no desire to start. I let myself get talked into
it. Mainly because the way it was described to me it
sounded like it was going to be one big two day party.
So Dale and I went shopping for a tent and sleeping
bags and all of the assorted paraphernalia required for
civilized people to go camping.

We had our own trailer by now and Dale loaded up the
Superbee and we all met up at the local K-Mart parking
lot and then headed for the show. As usual there were
about a dozen couples and half a dozen guys that were
either single or their wives didn’t want anything to do
with cars and camping.

We left after work on Friday and got to the fairground
in about three hours. We were shown to the camping area
and it was pretty primitive. They had set up a communal
shower using some pallets and canvas and hoses. They
had brought in a half a dozen port-o-potties and lined
them up nearby. Someone had been nice enough to stack
up a bunch of firewood for us though. That came in
handy.

We set up the tents and rolled out the sleeping bags
and then we built a campfire and we sat around drinking
beer and talking and joking and relaxing before we went
to bed.

I am not sure who started it, but I suspect it was
Glenn. Somehow we started talking about doing things
for charity, doing things like raffles and the like to
collect money over the year and at the end of the year
turn it all over to a charity in one lump sum.

They started talking about having an auction, and
trying to think of what they could auction off. The
beer was flowing pretty heavy and I guess that was why
so many people thought it would be fun to auction off
the wives for the weekend, one wife per weekend that we
went out of town for a show. It would only be between
the other members of the club, of course. Each wife
would be auctioned off and then she would be the slave
of the person that bought her for the entire weekend.

I personally thought that was pretty demeaning, but a
lot of the girls thought it sounded like fun. Don’t
misunderstand, I am not a prude, or all that much into
women’s lib. I have competed in wet t-shirt contests
and gotten a kick out of it. In fact, I won one of
them, and I believe that I would have won another if my
B cup boobs had not been competing with a set of double
Ds.

A few times I have flashed guys, truckers on the
highway or every now and then when we went out dancing
I’d wear something maybe a little too daring. I do it
because my husband gets a kick out of it, but sometimes
I get turned on by it too. Showing off a little is one
thing, I didn’t like the sound of this slave thing, and
there didn’t seem to be a lot of rules.

They kept talking it up and trying to figure out how it
was going to work and before I knew what was going on
that son of a bitch I was married to had offered to put
me up for auction. Right now!

I kept insisting I wouldn’t do it, but somehow I ended
up standing next to Carl in the firelight and he was
taking bids. Everyone was laughing and joking and
having a great time. I was pretty nervous, and more
than a little pissed at my husband.

The bidding started out pretty low, and pretty intense.
I should mention here that owning and showing classic
cars can be an expensive hobby. A lot of these guys had
a lot more money than sense. Still, I was shocked when
Glenn finally won me with a winning bid of twenty-five
hundred dollars!

I like Glenn. He is funny and personable and pretty
easy on the eyes. He is also something of a male
chauvinist pig.

I looked at Dale, wondering what the hell he had gotten
me into. All I saw was pride. He didn’t have a clue
what I was going to have to go through this weekend. He
was just so fucking proud that his wife had produced
such heated bidding and such an outrageous winning bid.

There followed a bunch of crude jokes about the kinds
of things I was going to have to do for Glenn this
weekend, and everyone but me seemed to think it was
exciting. Even the other women!

Glenn came up and claimed his prize and led me back to
his chair and pulled me into his lap. At first he just
held me there with his arm around me and teased me
about how much fun he was going to have this weekend
with his sexy young slave. Glenn is almost fifty. I
imagine it has been a long time since he had his arms
around a girl my age.

He pretty much behaved himself at first. But over the
next hour I had to get up and get us both a beer twice.
He insisted that I keep up with him. As the night wore
on his hands started moving to places his hands weren’t
supposed to be.

I tried to discreetly discourage him, but not only did
he ignore my protests, the rest of the club was
watching us and they kept insisting that I was property
now and could not object. Even my husband, who had no
idea how much trouble he was in when I got his ass
home!

I was dressed in a loose fitting crop top and a pair of
loose terry cloth shorts and panties. It’s the perfect
outfit for long car trips and camping out. Until you
end up being pulled into the lap of a man who is twice
your age and who has been divorced for more than a year
and has a very good idea of what he needs a woman for.

By the time he ordered me to get us each our first beer
I was grateful. His hands were getting to be a real
problem, and he didn’t care who was watching. I got up
and looked through the coolers until I found the right
brand of beer and as soon as I returned he pulled me
right back into his lap and took up where he had left
off.

It wasn’t long before he had a hand crawling up inside
my top and teasing the underside of my breasts. A lot
of things started to work to Glenn’s advantage right
then. My husband seemed to be enjoying the show as much
as anyone else, the bastard. The other people in the
club were urging Glenn on. Even the women were
encouraging him. Then there was the fact that Glenn
was, as I said, pretty good looking and in very good
shape for a man half his age. There was one other thing
working for him as well. He was a very dominant person.
He is one of those people that always seem to be in
charge, and always the center of attention.

Here is where I need to mention one of my favorite
fantasies. Not even my husband knows about it. I
suppose one of the reasons that I objected so
strenuously to being auctioned off was that my most
erotic fantasy is that I am totally under the control
of a man like Glenn, someone who is strong and, not to
put too fine a point on it, selfish.

I have had slave girl fantasies since I started
stumbling through puberty. In other words, the idea of
being totally submissive to a dominant man turned me
the fuck on. I had never intended to explore those
fantasies though, in large part because my conscious
mind was fully aware of just how demeaning they were.

Now I found myself sitting in front of my friends and
my husband with a friend openly groping my breasts. It
appeared that some of the women were beginning to get
uncomfortable with what was happening right in front of
them. Only a few of them though, most were still urging
him on. The men weren’t having any second thoughts
though, not even my husband.

By the time we had finished the two beers that I had
gotten for us, Glenn had pulled my top up over my
breasts and when he was encouraged by the men gathered
around watching, he slipped it over my head and tossed
it away. I had by then, because of all of the reasons
that I just listed, and because of all of the beer,
given up. I had stopped fighting and made the decisions
to teach Dale a lesson. Besides, as I said, I was
getting turned on.

We finished our beers and Glenn was about to take me to
his tent. I hadn’t been expecting that! I thought that
I would still be spending the night with my husband. I
am apparently the only one that thought that though. He
was met with a chorus of disappointed voyeurs when he
started to say goodnight, so he agreed to have one more
beer before turning in.

He set our empty bottles down beside him and helped me
to my feet. Before I could go get us two more beers
though, he reached out and slipped my shorts off so
fast it made my head spin. I was left standing in a
pair of thin, blue, nylon bikini panties and when I
started to protest he said, “If you want to keep those
panties on for a while, you had best go get us another
beer.”

There was actually applause from the rest of the
members of the club! I was so self conscious as I moved
to the other side of the fire and dug two more beers
out of the cooler. I felt everyone’s eyes on me and as
embarrassed as I was, I was twice as excited. I was
glad that it was so dark that no one could see how damp
the crotch of my panties must have been.

I hurried back to Glenn. I wasn’t anxious to get back
into his clutches so much as to be taken into his large
arms and not so openly on display. As soon has he had
pulled me back into his lap his hands started exploring
again. His hands moved over my breasts and down my
stomach and he easily wedged my thighs apart and began
to slide his large fingers up and down my moist slit.
As he did he started whispering to me how much fun he
was going to have this weekend. He told me how hot he
thought I was and how horny he was and all about how he
was going to ruin me for any other man with his big
cock.

I could feel his large cock under my ass and it did
feel very large. I was so turned on now that I hoped he
wasn’t all talk. I had never had the pleasure of
experiencing a large cock. I didn’t turn loose of my
virginity until I was in college. I slept with four men
in college. Dale was the fourth and last. All of them
had cocks within what I knew to be the normal range.
They were all six or seven inches long and about an
inch in diameter, give or take. I had enjoyed them and
I enjoyed sex with Dale. I doubt if there is a woman
out there, though, that doesn’t wonder what it would be
like to be taken by a large, strong man with a big
cock. Everyone here tonight knew that I was about to
find out.

The conversation had pretty much come to an end. Now
everyone was staring at my nearly naked body, and the
things that Glenn was doing to me. It was the strangest
situation that I could ever imagine. I could never
explain why I let this happen to me. I won’t even try.

When we had finished the last beer that I had gotten
for us, Glenn pushed me to my feet again and with the
same surprising speed as when he had removed my shorts
he reached out and quickly slid my panties down and
made me step out of them. There was another round of
applause and then he led me to the nearby port-o-
potties and we both emptied our bladders before going
to his tent.

The fire was dying down as we returned to the tents,
but nearly everyone was still sitting around it,
watching Glenn and I as we returned and said goodnight.
He led me to his tent and held the flap for me and I
found myself lying on his sleeping bag while he stared
down at me and undressed. I slipped my sandals off and
I was ready. God was I ever ready!

I watched Glenn undress and when he dropped his pants
and shorts and I saw his large cock for the first time
I whispered under my breath, “Holy shit!”

He smiled and moved closer and took my hand and wrapped
it around his cock and as I slid my hand up and down
his hard shaft he said, “You ever have a cock that big
before little lady?”

I shook my head. It was longer than any I had seen. It
was between eight and nine inches long. The amazing
thing though, was how fat it was. At the head it was
twice as thick as my husband’s, and it got fatter and
fatter until at the base it was at least three times as
big around as my husband’s. I stared at it in awe for
several minutes. I moved my hand up and down over it
until his shaft and my hand were covered in the slick
liquid that was oozing from the large hole in the very
tip.

Then, without any encouragement from him, I moved down
and began to kiss it, and then lick it lovingly. He
watched me and as I worked his cock with my tongue I
kept glancing up and seeing the lust on his face and I
was just getting hotter and hotter. I finally spread my
lips around the head of his cock and forced my lips
down over it as far as I could. By the time the head of
his cock reached the entrance to my throat I had not
quite half of his cock in my mouth and my lips were
spread so far apart that it was painful.

I started hearing funny noises and it was probably a
minute before I realized that they were coming from me!
I was making some kind of whining animal like noise as
I tried to force more and more of his cock into my
mouth. While I was doing that, Glenn was sliding two
fingers in and out of my naked slit and I didn’t know
what to do. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to feel
it fill my mouth and shoot right down my throat. Yet I
was so impatient to get it in my pussy, to feel myself
stretched around his cock and feel his large body
looming over me, taking me, making me his slave.

It wasn’t up to me though. Glenn couldn’t wait any
longer. He pushed me down onto my back and climbed over
me and said, “It’s time slave. Put the head of my cock
in your juicy cunt and I’m going to give you the ride
of your fucking life.”

I eagerly reached between us and grabbed his cock and
lined it up with my soaking wet slit. When he felt it
in place he stared down at me and with our eyes locked
he said, “Here it comes, bitch. You are never going to
forget this moment, not as long as you live.”

He started slowly forcing his cock into me and my arms
came up and went around his neck and my legs wrapped
around his thighs and I started crying out loudly, and
I didn’t care who heard it!

I must have had two orgasms before his cock was buried
all the way in my pussy. I had never felt anything like
it. Hell, I had never even imagined anything like it!
It was the most wonderful feeling that I have ever
experienced. What happened after that was just a blur
of lustful, orgasmic images. I came and I came, over
and over, and I screamed out my lust and I yelled at
him to fuck me harder. He really knew what he was
doing, too. It was the most fantastic sexual experience
of my life, so far anyway.

By the time he finally tensed up and came in me I was
as limp as a dish rag. I lay there under him as he
stretched out over me, supporting his weight on his
arms and his knees and I moaned in pleasure. I reached
my head up and licked the sweat from his chest and just
kept saying crazy things.

When his cock had finally softened he rolled over and I
sat up and got to my knees and leaned down and kissed
it and licked it and made groveling noises. I didn’t
know what Dale had in mind. I can tell you that right
there and then I resolved that there was no way that I
would go the rest of my life without doing this again!

It had not been my intention, but I ended up licking
his beautiful cock clean and when I was done he pulled
me down beside him. He smiled down at me and said,
“That was the most fantastic fuck that I have ever had
Kelly. I am telling you right now, there is no way that
I am not going to be getting more of that sweet cunt
after we get home. I don’t care if I have to rape you.”

I smiled at him and said, “I was just thinking the same
thing.”

Then he did something that was totally unexpected. He
reached down and scooped up the large volume of cum
that was oozing out of my pussy and said, “Open your
mouth slave.”

I did! I knew what he was going to do, and it was
something so nasty that I couldn’t even contemplate it.
I didn’t refuse though. His fingers moved into my mouth
and I sucked them clean, and he repeated the process
until my pussy was clean. All the while he was feeding
me his cum he was talking quietly to me, telling me how
hot I was, telling me what a slut I was, and telling me
how he was going to train me right this weekend.

I just groaned lustfully and sucked his fingers as I
stared into his eyes and held his huge cock in my small
hand. As I moved my fingers up and down his shaft I
felt it twitching and growing and I smiled. There was
no doubt in my mind that I wanted more.

Glenn turned over on his back and ordered me to suck
him off and I instantly moved back into position and
took his big cock in my mouth. It wasn’t so bad at
first. His cock grew quickly though, and soon I was
back to sucking the top half of his cock and moving my
small hands over the other half, trying to please him.

I had just started when the flap on the tent was pulled
open. I was startled and I started to pull away, but
Glenn ordered me to keep sucking. I heard someone
behind me undressing. I didn’t know who was sharing the
tent with Glenn, but I had forgotten all about that
other sleeping bag on the other side of the tent. Now I
knew that one of my friends was watching me suck
Glenn’s big cock and getting undressed and I was not
surprised at all when I felt hands on the cheeks of my
ass and a cock sliding in and out of the gap between my
thighs.

I never even thought to resist. I spread my thighs
willingly and soon I had a nice cock fucking me from
behind while I sucked Glenn off. Who ever it was must
have had a lot to drink, because it took him a very
long time to cum. I tried not to pay any attention to
him, to concentrate instead on pleasuring the large
cock in my mouth. It was difficult though. I was
quickly being brought to another orgasm and as I
started moaning in pleasure and was just about to cum I
felt Glenn thrust his hips up and start shooting a
massive load of cum down my throat.

I was so startled by the amount that I forgot all about
my own orgasm and struggled to swallow it all. It took
me a minute to gulp down his cum and then I knelt with
his softening cock in my mouth and devoted my attention
to the cock in my pussy. It was at least another five
minutes before the man fucking me from behind came, and
I came twice before he filled me with another load of
cum.

He pulled out of me and collapsed on his sleeping bag
and I finally saw who had just fucked me. It was Jerry,
one of the bikers in our group. I lifted my head from
Glenn’s lap and moved over and sucked him clean. His
cock wasn’t nearly as large as Glenn’s. It was much
larger than Dale’s though.

When I had cleaned him I started to stretch out with
Glenn but he stopped me and told me that I wasn’t done
yet. He informed me that a good slut would never waste
a pussy full of cum.

I grinned at him and said, “I certainly want to be a
good slut, master.” I reached down and scooped up
Jerry’s cum and ate it from my fingers. Then I
stretched out beside Glenn and we quickly went to
sleep. I wasn’t wearing a watch, but it must have been
around one or two in the morning. We were all
exhausted, especially me.

I woke up in the morning to find Glenn throwing the
sleeping bag open and moving his hands over my body
possessively. I glanced over at Jerry and he was lying
on his side watching closely.

I was stone cold sober now and I would have thought
that in the light of day I would be having second
thoughts. I realized, however, that I was looking
forward to this weekend as much as he probably was. I
had no regrets, unless you count having lived twenty-
four years before experiencing such bliss.

I resolved to be just as big a slut as Glenn wanted me
to be, no matter how humiliating it was. I wanted to
punish Dale for getting me into this, but I can’t deny
that I craved this treatment now. I remembered last
night, how vocal I had been. They all must have heard
me. Hell, people all over the fairgrounds must have
heard me! I wondered what Dale thought of his sex slave
wife now.

I soon lost my train of thought as Glenn got back on
top of me and I reached down and helped him work that
massive slab of meat into my tight hole. I was more
than ready and quickly put my arms around him and urged
him to fuck me harder. It was every bit as wonderful as
it had been last night and I didn’t care who heard me
screaming in pleasure. Neither did Glenn. He must have
been pretty well satisfied last night, because he
lasted a long time this morning. I probably came a
dozen times before he finally filled me with another
load of his hot cum.

As soon as he rolled off of me I took his softening
cock into my mouth and cleaned him again. This time
though, as I reached down to scoop up his cum he
stopped me and ordered me to leave it there. I knew
instantly what was on his mind and I smiled broadly. He
wanted all of our friends, and my husband, to see how
well fucked I was.

I looked over at Jerry to see if I was going to be
required to service him as well, but he smiled and
said, “I’d love a little more of your sweet ass Kelly,
but I have to piss too bad. Don’t worry, we have all
weekend and Glenn is a sharing kind of guy.”

Glenn started getting dressed, but I didn’t have
anything to wear in his tent except my sandals. I put
them on and went out in the cool morning air to find my
clothes. I guess Dale had picked them up. They were
gone.

I watched Glenn as he stirred the ashes and got the
fire going again. The sun had just come up, and it
would be hot soon. For now though, it was a little too
cool to be taking a cold shower. The warmth of the fire
felt good on my naked skin.

I headed for my tent after I had warmed up a little.
Glenn said, “Where are you going?”

I told him that I needed to get something to wear but
he smiled and said, “Not yet. Not until after your
shower.”

I moved closer to him and the fire and kept warm as I
felt his cum dribble down my thighs. It wasn’t long
before more of our group started stirring and coming
out to stand by the fire or rush to the bathrooms.

As the men came out they all stood around and stared at
me with obvious signs of lust. Most of the women seemed
to be amused, though a few were embarrassed. They
actually seemed more embarrassed than I was. But no one
objected to my being so vulgarly displayed. I was a bit
concerned because there were probably kids in some of
the other camping areas. I decided that it wasn’t my
problem and waited for Dale to come out of our tent and
see what kind of night I had enjoyed. I couldn’t wait
to see the look on his face.

He must not have slept well. When he finally came out
he looked pretty tired. He also looked pretty
embarrassed. He came over and stood near me and said,
“Are you okay?”

I smiled and said, “Jesus Dale! I am a whole lot better
than okay!” That got a laugh from most of the group.

He was quiet for a minute, looking at the mess on my
thighs, and then he asked, “Are we okay?”

I looked at him and said, “I still love you. I was
pissed at you last night. Right up until Glenn took his
pants off. I’m not mad anymore. I am telling you right
now though, I am his slave this weekend and I am going
to do anything he tells me to do, but, and you are
probably going to hate this, when we leave here it
isn’t going to be over. I don’t love him. I will love
you if you still want me. I love the way he made me
feel though, and I have no intention of giving that up.
Anytime he wants to fuck me, all he has to do is order
me to undress. Can you live with that?”

Dale didn’t answer. He hadn’t anticipated that.

Half of our group was out of their tents and standing
around the fire now, and they heard me warning Dale
that I was going to keep fucking Glenn when we got
home. Most of the men seemed amused by that. Some of
the women seemed shocked. Others though, got very
interested. They had to have heard me last night, and
this morning. They must wonder what it was he did to
make me sound like that. I expected to be pulled aside
by more than a few of them in the next couple of days
with some pretty personal questions.

Once the sun was up it warmed up fast and the women who
were so inclined went to the makeshift shower. It was
just a dozen wooden pallets for a floor and a five foot
canvas wall for privacy. The water was in large drums
on wooden supports and was fed down into a half a dozen
shower heads though hoses. There was no hot water,
which would make taking showers in the evening a much
better idea. Some of us needed to shower this morning
because, I believe, I had turned a lot of people on
last night with my passionate cries. I saw a lot of
guilty looks. I think that there must have been a lot
of sex going on last night.

I started to get my soap and towel and join the ladies,
but Glenn said, “Hang on, you wait for me. I need
someone to wash my back.”

So I ended up waiting and taking my shower with a half
a dozen men. That was fun! Dale was in my group and he
watched as Glenn soaped me up and then I soaped him up.
When he saw the size of Glenn’s cock he looked shocked.
He finally understood what all of the noise was about
last night.

We showered as quickly as possible. The water was cold
as hell. Then I dried Glenn off and finally I dried
myself off. The guys all got dressed inside the canvas
enclosure and we went back out to stand by the fire and
warm up again.

I remembered my clothes from yesterday and I asked Dale
if he had gotten them and he nodded. I started again to
go and get some clothes, but Glenn said, “Go and get
your things and bring them here. I’ll decide what you
wear today. Then you can put your stuff in my tent.”

I went to my tent and reached for my bag and brought it
out to Glenn and handed it to him. He opened it up and
looked through it and he handed me a bikini bottom and
a tank top. He said, “Put these on, they’ll do for now.
I’m pretty sure we can find something better when the
vendors open up.”

I had been avoiding looking around since I returned
from the shower. I glanced around now, though, and I
saw a lot of people walking on the narrow path that
passed through this area. They were heading up towards
the area with the vendors and where the cars and
motorcycles would be on display, once we got up there
and unloaded them. Most of the growing crowd that was
passing by was looking at me. There appeared to be a
lot of teenagers among them and that kind of made me
uncomfortable. I seemed to be the only one that was
uncomfortable though. Of course, I was the only one
that was naked. I was the one that would go to jail if
the cops came down here to arrest the naked lady.

I took my time getting dressed. I stepped into the
bikini bottoms and then I pulled the tank top on and I
was ready. We all decided that rather than try to make
an edible breakfast at the campsite we would go up to
the vendors and find something to eat there.

We all went out to the path. It is a six foot wide
paved path that goes all the way around the fair
grounds, winding past the vendors and to the exhibits
near the front. It winds all the way through and comes
out the other side of the exhibit halls and circles
back around through the camping area.

The vendors set up in tents on both sides of the path
selling all kinds of stuff. A lot of it is car and bike
stuff, since that is what the show is about this
weekend. They also sell leather goods and biker patches
and t-shirts and just about anything else that you can
imagine.

Everyone in our group was walking behind Glenn and me
as we strolled up the path. Glenn had his arm around my
shoulder and his hand was draped over my breast and as
we walked he gently massaged my breast.

The vendors were only just starting to open up. We had
talked it over and decided to eat and set up our cars
for the show before checking out the vendors. But we
had not gone very far when Glenn spotted something in
one of the tents and pulled me over there. Our whole
group stopped and Glenn picked up a tiny piece of cloth
called a Wicked Weasel. It was semi-transparent and
covered almost nothing!

He looked through them and bought a bright red one and
ordered me to put it on, right then and there. I took
off my top and my bikini bottoms and handed them to
Dale. Then I stood holding the weasel thing up and
trying to figure out how to put it on as strangers came
to a sudden stop all around us to watch.

The salesman couldn’t have been happier and he helped
me into the suit, taking the time to feel me up
liberally as he adjusted it. I looked down at myself,
then I moved over and looked in a full length mirror he
brought out and I turned to Glenn and said, “There is
no way they won’t arrest me in this!”

Glenn smiled and shook his head and said, “No. They
won’t bother you. Not as long as you stay inside the
fairgrounds.”

The salesman assured us that the suit was legal in this
state, but I could see my nipples plainly and my pubic
hair stuck out on either side of the tiny strip of
cloth that covered my slit. Glenn said, “That won’t
do.” Then he turned to the salesman and asked, “Do you
have a razor?”

The salesman went into the back and came back out with
his personal razor and some shaving cream and a damp
towel. Glenn asked him if he would like to do the
honors and with a big smile he squatted down and pulled
the suit away from my pussy and soaped up my pubic
hair. I didn’t have a lot of pubic hair, thankfully. I
have naturally blonde hair and my pubic patch is a thin
covering of fine blonde hair which hides nothing. It
was gone quickly, despite the fact that he was taking
his sweet time.

After he stood up I turned back to the mirror and I
realized that I could see my slit clearly. I shook my
head and turned around. I searched through my crowd of
admirers and found Lyle, the member of our crowd who is
a lawyer. I asked him what he thought and he shrugged
and said, “My legal opinion is that it is not legal,
but that you will probably get away with it in here, as
Glenn said. They encourage that kind of thing in these
places.”

“What about all the kids?” I asked.

Lyle said, “They don’t let them in if they are under
sixteen without a parent, and they have signs at the
gate warning of the possibility of seeing nudity. It
isn’t that uncommon at these things.”

My friend, Lisa, was standing nearby and she said, “You
might as well wear it, you already lost all of your
pubic hair.”

She was grinning and I couldn’t tell if she was
enjoying my discomfort or maybe she was just a bit
jealous.

I shrugged and Glenn put his arm around me again and we
headed up to the area where all of the food was being
sold. The number of people following us had more than
doubled.

When we got to the top of the small hill where all of
the food vendors were clustered we staked out several
large picnic tables and Glenn handed me some money and
told me to get him a coffee and a breakfast burrito and
whatever I wanted. So I went and got in line and Lisa
followed close behind me.

As we inched forward she said, “You have a really
pretty ass. I never realized it before.”

I smiled and said, “It was never totally exposed
before.”

She then asked what I knew she was dying to know.
“Girl, what the hell happened to you in that tent last
night?! I never in my life heard sounds like that!”

I pulled her closer and put my arm around her shoulder
and in as few words as possible I told her about Glenn
and the huge slab of meat that he had mastered the use
of. I also told her that I had already informed my
husband that from now on, even after we got home, I was
Glenn’s to fuck anytime he wanted me.

She looked shocked and said, “Oh no, you didn’t! What
did he say?”

“Nothing yet,” I said. “I told him that I loved him,
but I was not going to give up Glenn and the magic
cock. It’s his fault, he pushed me into it. Now I guess
we just wait and see.”

When I got to the front of the line I had to repeat my
order twice. The young guy in the order window seemed
to be having trouble concentrating. I placed my order
and paid and then moved down and picked the food and
coffee up at the next window. I picked up the tray and
turned around to take the food to the table and I was
surrounded by men of all ages and descriptions staring
at my nearly naked body. I was self conscious, but I
smiled graciously and lifted my tray up over my head
and said, “Excuse me boys,” and worked my way through
the appreciative crowd.

I made it back to the table and sat down beside Glenn
and we ate quietly, listening to the comments of the
fairly large crowd.

He kept glancing at me and finally he said, “You’re
having a fucking ball, aren’t you?”

I put my hand on his large thigh and said, “If someone
had told me yesterday that I would have done what I did
last night, and what I am doing now, I would have
called them a fucking liar. I am not this kind of
person. The answer to your question, however, is fuck
yes I’m having a ball. I am being degraded and
humiliated and used and I have never been so aroused in
my god damn life!”

“I heard what you told your husband this morning. I’m
going to hold you to it. I wasn’t kidding earlier. You
are the hottest fuck I’ve ever had. You are pretty, and
young, and sexy, but beyond that, you are a cunt. I
love cunts.”

I wasn’t completely certain how he would define a cunt,
but I smiled and said, “You sweet talker you.”

We finished eating and when everyone was ready we went
to our exhibit hall and began unloading and setting up
our cars and bikes. The halls weren’t open yet and the
only ones besides us in the building were the security
guards. I felt very secure because they were both
hanging around me all morning.

At ten they opened the doors and the crowds started
streaming in. I alternated back and forth between Dale
and Glenn. Dale and I didn’t get to talk much because
wherever I was, most of the crowd was. I got a few
disapproving looks from some of the women, mostly the
older women. On the other hand, I was surprised at some
of the compliments I got from a lot of them. I suspect
that I sold a lot of weasels for that guy over the
weekend. I had to tell a lot of people where he was
located.

It was most fun to watch the guys watching me though.
Some of them tried to be discreet and act like it was
nothing special. Some of them were embarrassed and
hardly looked at all. The guys that had women with them
tried the hardest to be discreet about it, but they
looked. They all looked. Some of them stood right in
front of me and stared openly, and it was a little
embarrassing, because I knew how much of me they could
see, but it was exciting too. I kind of appreciated
their honesty.

Glenn sent me out for lunch later and Dale got someone
to watch over his car while he went with me. We were
still followed and stared at, but he finally got a
chance to ask me a couple of questions.

“Kelly,” he said, “I guess I screwed up. I got excited
last night, thinking about you and Glenn. But I am
scared now. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I told you Dale,” I responded, “I don’t love Glenn. I
love his cock and the way he fucks me. I like the way
he treats me like shit. I love you though. I don’t want
to lose you, but like I said, I am not going to give up
Glenn’s cock, at least not for a while. Do you think
you can live with that?”

He looked pretty glum, but he said, “I guess I am going
to have to. I am sorry I started this, but I love you
and I won’t let you go. No matter how much you
humiliate me.”

“Sweetheart,” I said, “I am not doing this to humiliate
you. Glenn may be, but I am doing it for the sex. I
know you heard me last night, you said so. I made
sounds I didn’t know that I was capable of. I made them
for a reason. I have never been so thoroughly fucked in
my life. I never imagined it could be like that. I
don’t want to hurt you, but you got me into this and I
like it here. I am not getting out voluntarily. I told
Glenn, any time he wants to fuck me he can. He thinks
I’m hot, he said so. At least for a while I suspect he
is going to want to fuck me a lot. I’m sorry, but I am
not just going to let him, I am going to beg him.”

Dale looked pretty upset. Not mad, but sad, depressed.
I felt bad for him. Right now though, I didn’t care. I
was walking around nearly naked in front of hundreds of
people, including a very large group of my close
friends, at Glenn’s insistence. It was making me so
fucking hot that I wished he would bend me over the
hood of his car and fuck me right there in front of
everyone in the place!

I got our food from a vendor and I waited for Dale to
get his before walking back to the exhibit hall. As he
walked up behind me I heard him say, “You look so
fucking hot. I wish I could fuck you right here and
now. Your ass has never looked sexier. I don’t think I
have ever wanted to fuck you this much, not even the
first time.”

I swished my ass around for him and then he came up
beside me and we walked past all the gaping mouths and
admiring faces to our exhibit. I sat at a small table
with Glenn and Dale and we ate our burgers as we
watched people come in and admire our cars and bikes.
As much as the cars attracted attention I still
remained an attraction myself.

When no one was looking, Glenn reached over and
uncovered one of my nipples. I sat there with one
nipple exposed as people, men mostly, came up and asked
the guys about their cars. They may have been talking
about cars, but they were staring at my exposed breast
the entire time. I felt my face get red. It’s funny
though, because even with that tiny strip of nearly
transparent cloth covering my nipples they were clearly
visible. Yet somehow, having the cloth moved away and
my nipple exposed made me blush.

After we ate, Glenn put up a sign saying he would be
back soon near the sign that described his car and its
attributes and we went to look at the other exhibits.
There were car clubs here from all over the east coast
and even though up until recently I had not been much
of a car person, I was slowly coming to appreciate them
and I saw some really beautiful cars.

Glenn knew a lot of the people who had cars on display.
I guess it is a pretty small fraternity. They greeted
him warmly and gaped at me while they talked cars. They
often got around to discussing me and when the people
found out that I was Glenn’s sex slave for the weekend
they frequently couldn’t believe it, despite the way
that I was dressed.

Once, when a man that seemed to be a particularly good
friend of Glenn’s refused to believe it, I ended up on
my knees in the men’s room with my breasts exposed and
sucking his friend’s cock with a dozen men watching in
disbelief.

We took our time and visited all of the exhibits. We
must have been gone an hour. Before we went back to our
exhibit hall we walked down the path to our tent and
went inside. I was out of that weasel in seconds and
Glenn stripped down and he fucked me doggie style,
after I sucked his cock for a few minutes.

I have always liked doggie style. It is comfortable for
me. I don’t have a lot of weight on me, although
sometimes I like the feeling of being overpowered and
taken that I can get when a man gets on top of me. When
I do it doggie style I like the way a guys balls
sometimes bounce against my pussy while he fucks me.
More than that though, the position is just a bit
degrading if you stop to think about it and that turns
me on too.

It was like a whole new position when I did it with
Glenn though. His big, thick cock plumbed new depths
and I was once more crying out in a haze of lust as he
held my hips and fucked me violently. His big balls
swung between my thighs with every thrust and came up
and gently slapped against my clit. I was once more
making helpless animal sounds and having one wonderful
orgasm after another and when he finally came, filling
me with his potent seed, I shivered beneath him and
thanked Dale under my breath for selling me to this
large, virile man.

After Glenn finally pulled his cock out of me I turned
around and cleaned him eagerly. He started getting hard
again but he smiled and pushed me away and said,
“That’s enough for now slut. We need to save something
for tonight.”

I grinned and said, “Yes master.” Then I reached down
and scooped up some of his cum and as I stared at his
eyes I greedily licked my fingers clean. When I reached
down for more he stopped me.

He held up my tiny suit and showed me the crotch, which
was wet from my day of excitement. He said, “Leave a
little bit in there to seep out onto your crotch. The
wetter it is the sexier you look.”

I didn’t think it could get any more transparent, but I
wouldn’t have argued if he had ordered me to go out
naked, so it didn’t matter. I messed with the suit for
a few minutes and finally figured it out on my own this
time. Then we walked out and headed back to our exhibit
hall.

On the way past the exhibitors we stopped and he bought
two more of the Wicked Weasels. For such tiny little
things they were pretty expensive. He liked them
though, and to be honest, wearing them kept me so
fucking horny, I liked them too.

We stopped on the way back in and he bought something
to eat for the two of us and, at my request, he got
something for Dale too, since Dale had no one readily
available to relieve him. We once more occupied a small
table inside and the three of us ate. You would have
thought that the two men would be uncomfortable with
each other, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

Once I had assured Dale that I still loved him he must
have felt freer to enjoy watching me as I was turned
into a slut. I guess he must have fantasized about
something like this for a while, though he had never
mentioned it to me. The two of them seemed to be
getting along just as though Glenn was not fucking his
wife and parading her around nearly naked.

After we finished our supper of fair food we lounged
around for a few minutes and Dale finally noticed the
crotch of my suit. I saw the look on his face and I
looked down to see that my crotch was soaked and there
were a few streaks of cum actually running a little way
down my thigh.

I smiled at him when I looked back up and then I
noticed the crotch of his pants. His cock was as hard
as a railroad spike. It wasn’t as long or as fat as
Glenn’s, but as I said, he had a very nice cock and it
was very obvious.

I said, “That must have been a pretty good supper,
Dale. You don’t usually get a hard-on from food.”

He chuckled and instead of replying he turned to Glenn
and said, “Glenn, she is yours for the weekend, of
course, and she told me that you can fuck her any time
that you want after we get home. I was wondering,
though, if I could talk you into sharing your bitch. I
have been running around here nearly all day with a
hard-on and it is really getting painful.”

Glenn smiled and said, “Certainly Dale. I am deeply
indebted to you. Come with me.”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me along and we ducked
into the men’s room and right there in front of a dozen
more men he pushed the suit down off my breasts and
pushed me down over the sink counter and pulled the
little string that went through the crack of my ass out
of the way. He smiled at Dale and said, “She’s all
yours dude, help yourself.”

Dale looked around the room and saw all of the people
watching incredulously. I thought he would be too
nervous to do it, but he smiled and pulled his cock out
and fucked me roughly, right in front of everyone. He
shuffled up behind me and dipped down and slipped his
cock into me and drove it home immediately. I groaned
in pleasure and started to close my eyes and lay my
head down on the counter. Glenn stopped me and ordered
me to keep my head up and look in the mirror at all of
the people watching us fuck in a public men’s room.
People were cheering him, cheering both of us on, and I
loved it. I came twice before he finished and then I
showed him my new trick when I dropped down and sucked
his cock and his balls clean.

Dale groaned in pleasure as I laved his family jewels
for him. Finally he put them away and I stood up and
covered as much of myself as I could with the weasel
and we walked out to the sound of applause.

As we left the restroom, people nearby heard the
applause and turned to look. Many of my friends saw me
coming out of the men’s room but by now it didn’t
really matter. They already knew what kind of a weekend
I was having. They may not know all of the particulars,
but they knew that I was now not just a slave to Glenn,
but a sex-slave and that I was way beyond enjoying it.
I was, in fact, deliriously happy and enjoying being
paraded around nearly naked and being fucked in the
men’s rooms and we won’t even go into what happened
last night.

What made it so strange to them is that I had probably
been one of the most conservative women in the group.
Or at least I had been up until now. I suppose that we
were all wondering what had gotten into me. I grinned
when that thought crossed my mind. I knew exactly what
had gotten into me. Glenn’s wonderful cock had gotten
into me. It had gotten into me very far and I had never
enjoyed a fuck that much in my life. I suppose they
knew that from the sounds they heard coming from that
tent last night and again this morning.

We went back through the crowd, me with cum leaking out
of the crotch of my one tiny article of clothing. The
people in the room parted before us and stared in awe
as we went past.

Dale was kept pretty busy after that. He had been busy
all day. It seems that MOPAR is underrepresented at
these shows and his Superbee was pretty popular.

I waited around with Glenn, listening to people come up
and visit with him. A lot of the people were exhibitors
who we had spoken with earlier, but most of them were
just people who liked his 1969 Z-28 Camaro convertible.
He got some pretty fantastic offers for it. Dale had
gotten some too. But these people didn’t need money and
they loved their cars.

The exhibit halls finally closed at six, but the
vendors were still open for another two hours and most
of us started making the circuit, checking out the
vendor tents. Most of the stuff available was guy
stuff. There were a lot of parts for cars and bikes and
t-shirts with nasty things written across the front.
There were several vendors selling costume jewelry, but
I am not a jewelry person. I have my engagement ring
and my wedding ring and my watch. Those are the only
items of jewelry that I ever wear.

At one of the vendors the girl had jewelry for pierced
navels and nipples. I saw a glint in Glenn’s eye and I
quickly steered him away from there. We made the entire
circuit and some of us bought t-shirts. One of the guys
bought some car parts for another car he is restoring.
For the most part though, what we did was entertain the
crowd with my nearly naked body.

I was asked to pose for pictures with a lot of guys and
when Glenn encouraged them they often got carried away.
It was all done in fun though, and it was fun, posing
for pictures with strange men feeling me up or leaning
down and nipping at my nipple.

We were all tired of burgers and hot dogs so we took up
a collection and one couple went out and bought a dozen
pizzas and some more beer. The rest of us sat around
the rekindled campfire and talked. A lot of the
conversation was about me. We hadn’t been there long
before Glenn started pulling my suit off. I stood up
and slipped out of it and sat back down in his lap.

No one was shocked anymore, but everyone was watching
as he stuck his fingers in my sopping wet pussy and
then into my mouth. There were still traces of cum from
the two different men that had fucked me today. My
juices combined with those traces to coat my tongue and
I felt so nasty, and so fucking horny. I could have
fucked every man in our car club tonight. I imagine
that would have pissed off some of my girlfriends, but
I would have worried about that later.

I got up and got us both a beer and when I came back
Lisa had her arms around Glenn’s neck and was talking
to him quietly. She smiled at me and then said, “The
next time we have a charity auction I’m going to be
feeling pretty charitable. I want to see what you do to
make those sounds come out of Kelly’s mouth.

Glenn smiled at her and said, “You don’t have to wait,
come by the tent tonight, you can watch.”

I saw her eyes light up. I was pretty close to Lisa,
but I didn’t know her husband Frank all that well. He
always seemed kind of aloof. I found it hard to believe
he would permit her to watch, much less be auctioned
off. I glanced over at him though and was surprised to
see that he was watching her and smiling. Maybe Frank
was easier going than I thought!

Glenn looked over at Frank and said, “While we are
waiting for the pizza, why don’t you take Kelly into
your tent for a little while? She’s getting pretty
agitated and could use something to calm her down.”

I watched as Frank looked at Lisa and the next thing I
knew, Frank was standing up and I had Frank on one arm
and Lisa on the other and they were leading me into
their tent. Frank started undressing while Lisa helped
me lay down on the large air mattress that took up most
of the floor space in their tent. She stretched out
beside me and smiled, and then she leaned down and
kissed me sweetly on the lips. I was a little shocked,
but I returned her kiss and soon we were kissing
passionately. That was another first for me!

Lisa kissed me and her hands explored my breasts and
when Frank moved over me she didn’t stop. Her hand left
my breast long enough to reach down and help him guide
his cock into me, then she returned it to my breasts.

Frank was very good. He was no Glenn, but he had a nice
thick cock and he really knew how to use it. I had
never been kissed by a woman whose husband was fucking
me before. It was pretty exciting. She was a very good
kisser.

I had been either having sex or being teased or just
shown off all day and I was very horny. So it wasn’t
long before I started cumming. Frank had been watching
me all day and I guess he was pretty turned on too,
because he started cumming soon too. I didn’t know who
to hug! I ended up with one arm around Frank’s neck and
one around Lisa’s neck and crying out loudly as they
made love to me. We stayed like that for a few minutes,
then Frank got up and I sucked his cock clean.

Frank put his pants on and went back outside and Lisa
and I stayed on the mattress and made out a little
longer and talked quietly. I told her about how
wonderful Glenn was. I could never give that up now.
Lisa was shivering with lust as I stood up and we
walked out.

The pizza had arrived and we ate quietly. Then Glenn
ordered Lisa to come over and sit on his lap. When she
obeyed he put an arm around her and asked, “Do you like
helping other women get fucked? Do you do that often?”

She smiled and said, “That was the first time, and yes,
I enjoyed the hell out of it.”

Glenn said, “I think I’m going to fuck one of you now.”
While he was talking he started undressing Lisa. Lisa
glanced quickly at Frank, but Frank just smiled, so she
let it happen. He pulled her top off and then he
unhooked her bra and threw it on the ground. Lisa was a
few years older than me. She is a beautiful redhead and
her breasts look like C cups, maybe just barely a D
cup. She is so slender that it is hard to tell.

Glenn played with her breasts now and Lisa closed her
eyes and moaned at his gentle touch. After a few
minutes he said, “I want you and Kelly to go take a
shower and while you are gone I will decide who I am
going to fuck.”

Then he helped her to her feet and stripped her shorts
and panties off with one swift motion. She walked in
front of the fire, in front of all of her friends,
naked for the first time now, and got her towel and
soap from her tent. I rushed to Glenn’s tent and got
mine and we went to the shower area.

This was a much better time to shower, the water was
warmer and so was the air. We started soaping up, but
Glenn stopped us and said, “Soap each other up good.
Get me in the mood to fuck one of you.”

I looked around and all of the men were standing around
watching. I turned back to her and we moved into each
other’s arms and began to make out and soap up at the
same time. It took a lot longer this way, but it was a
hell of a lot of fun.

We finally rinsed off and dried off and went back out
to the campfire. Glenn said, “I guess I’m ready to take
you two into the tent now, unless the rest of you want
to watch.” That sent a chill down my spine.

No one spoke for a moment and then Carol said quietly,
“I’d like to watch.”

I was shocked. Carol was the oldest of us girls, and
definitely the most conservative. She saw our faces and
she said, “I’ve never seen anyone make love. I’ve never
even seen a porn movie. If nobody minds, I’d like to
watch.”

Frank got up and went into his tent and came back out
with his queen sized air mattress. He put it down near
enough to the fire that there would be plenty of light.
Then he picked up his beer and moved back to his chair.

Glenn looked around and said, “There is still too much
traffic out on the path. If those of you who want to
watch will stand so as to block the view from those two
sides, we will start the show.”

Everyone stood up and stood between the mattress and
the path and the mattress and the nearest campsite, and
Glen said, “Okay you two, get on the mattress and get
started while I make up my mind.”

It was one thing to do it in a tent where all of my
friends could hear us. Quite another to do it right in
front of them! But Lisa didn’t hesitate. She pulled me
over and we lay down and started making out, and for
the first time I touched another woman’s breast. I
would have thought that it would be no big deal. After
all, I have breasts and I touch them all the time, but
someone else’s breasts feel different. I guess the most
exciting thing is the way that they react when you
touch them. It was very exciting to watch her getting
so aroused, in large part due to my fingers and my
lips.

We kissed and touched and before long I heard Glenn
undressing. I knew when he had taken his pants off by
the gasps from the audience. I giggled and held Lisa
down so that she couldn’t see it and we kissed
passionately. Before long the mattress moved under
Glenn’s weight and he spread Lisa’s thighs wide and
started eating her out while I kissed her and kissed
and sucked her tits. She started cumming almost
immediately. It had been a very sexy evening, and Glenn
was a real good pussy eater.

I was pretty sure that he had decided to fuck Lisa. I
felt just a twinge of jealousy, but mostly I was happy
for her. I held her down and continued to kiss her as
Glenn finally moved up over her and I reached down and
guided him to her opening.

He slowly pushed the head in and then I moved my hand
out of the way and he worked more and more of his cock
into her. About three quarters of the way in Lisa’s
eyes popped open and she said, “Oh my god!”

That was almost the last intelligible thing that she
said for the next half hour as Glenn fucked her into a
stupor and she cried out and screamed into my mouth and
came over and over and over while I kissed her and
played with her breasts.

Glenn changed positions several times and Lisa was like
a limp rag when he finally finished. She just collapsed
onto the mattress and panted with a glazed look of lust
in her eyes. I felt so turned on to have been a part of
it.

When Glenn finally pulled out of her I cleaned him,
which really got to the women in the audience, and then
I ate her pussy clean. When the sex high began to
subside and we looked around at the faces of the other
women I was pleased to see that none of them were
looking at us with disapproval. I had feared that this
would be way too much. As it turned out, though, they
might not have the nerve to try it themselves, but they
certainly appreciated Glenn’s cock for what it could do
to us.

I was looking around at the crowd when I noticed
finally that two of them were not a part of our group.
They were cops! Not security guards, real cops.

I said, “Oh fuck!” and sat up. Everyone turned to see
what I was looking at and I heard someone say,
“Busted!”

One of the cops smiled and said, “That was the sexiest
damn thing I have ever seen. I’m afraid I’m going to
have to ask you to keep it inside the tents from now on
though folks, if you don’t mind.”

The cops talked to a few of the people for a while and
then left us alone. As soon as they left everyone took
a deep breath. Frank put his mattress back in his tent.
I looked around at everyone’s faces and wondered what
it would be like when we got home and got together for
a regular club meeting. Would we all still be good
friends? I hoped we weren’t fucking up the club
dynamic. We had a lot of fun together.

Everyone started drifting off to their tents and it
wasn’t long before I started hearing the unmistakable
sounds of sex coming from all around me. Glenn
certainly did know how to get a party going. He grabbed
my hand and we went into his tent and he ordered me to
suck his cock again.

I took his soft cock into my mouth and started sucking
and Jerry came in and I heard him undress behind me.
Then he came closer and he was messing around with
something for a minute and then I felt him spread my
ass open and stick his finger into my asshole. It was
cold and I realized that he was spreading a lubricant,
preparing to fuck my ass. I tried to pull my head off
of Glenn’s cock and tell him I didn’t do anal sex.
Glenn just held my head in place and for some reason I
accepted that. I stopped struggling and Glenn smiled at
me and said, “That’s a good girl.”

I waited nervously as Jerry began stretching me out and
lubricating me and after a while I realized that he had
three of his large fingers in me and it wasn’t that
bad. Maybe I could handle it. I had tried it once with
a lover in college, but we didn’t know what we were
doing and it had hurt like hell. I had sworn that I
would never do that again. At the time I had not
anticipated being a slave though.

Jerry pulled his fingers away and greased his big cock
up and he lodged the head of his cock into the crack of
my ass, right up against the hole, and started pushing
gently. I tried to make myself relax and Glenn said,
“That’s a good girl. It won’t be so bad if you just let
it happen.”

I was trying to concentrate on sucking Glenn’s cock and
his hands on my tits. There was a sudden feeling that
was more like an uncomfortable stretching than real
pain and his cock head popped through the ring of
muscle and lodged in my ass. I groaned, but more in
fear than pain.

Once his cock was in place, Jerry leaned over me and
reached around and started to play with my pussy and
strum his fingers lightly across my clit and it
actually started feeling pretty nice. I started to
relax and he slid another inch of his cock into me and
stopped again. I had to assume that he had done this
before. He was pretty good at it. It wasn’t even that
unpleasant.

I felt Glenn’s cock starting to get hard again,
finally. I was afraid that he had reached his limit. I
didn’t know if my mouth was making the difference, or
if he was excited from watching Jerry stretch out my
ass with his thick cock.

Jerry really took his time and there was no sudden
invasion of my ass. There was never any severe pain,
just a slight feeling of discomfort, and of having to
go to the bathroom. He took his sweet time getting his
entire cock buried in me and he played with my pussy
the entire time. With Glenn’s cock to distract me I
actually found it kind of pleasant when Jerry finally
started slowly fucking my ass.

I started moaning around Glenn’s cock, but it wasn’t
pain, it was pleasure. I guess it made a big difference
if the guy fucking your ass knew what the hell he was
doing. Jerry obviously did. He started picking up the
pace and I picked up the pace with Glenn’s cock and I
was really starting to enjoy it. I was soon getting
really turned on and when I felt Jerry tense up and
slam his cock into me several times and then stiffen up
and I realized he was cumming in my ass I surprised all
three of us by having my own orgasm.

Jerry finished cumming and held his position, keeping
his slowly softening cock in my ass while I started
devoting more of my attention to Glenn. Once I started
showing a little more enthusiasm, Glenn started moaning
and I knew he was getting close. He started lifting his
hips and I responded by driving my lips farther and
farther down his shaft while I teased his balls with my
fingers.

I shocked all three of us when, suddenly the head of
Glenn’s cock slid into my throat. Glenn gasped and
swore and I heard Jerry say, “I’ll be a son of a bitch!
Look at what this cunt just did!”

It hurt my throat, but not as bad as I might have
expected, and probably not as bad as Jerry’s cock in my
ass. I drew my head back and tried again and damn if it
didn’t slide right down my throat again! I had never
been able to deep throat, not even a small cock. Well,
normal sized cock. Now I was taking a little more of
Glenn’s monster cock down my throat with each stroke
and he was swearing loudly as I buried more and more of
it in my throat. Finally, just before he lost it, I had
my lips buried around the base of his cock and he swore
loudly, one last time and his ass came up off of the
sleeping bag and he shot his cum straight down my
throat.

I managed to keep him buried in my throat until he
finished cumming and then I eased my mouth back and
gasped for breath. I smiled up at him and he was
looking at me with a look of awe on his face. A look, I
might modestly add, that was well deserved.

He gasped for breath for a minute and then he said, “No
fucking broad has ever been able to deep throat my
cock! Jesus Christ! That was fucking fantastic!”

I grinned up at him and then I took stock. I had just
been fucked in the ass and not only was it not that
bad. I had actually achieved orgasm from it. Then, my
crowning achievement, I had taken Glenn’s monster cock
down my throat, something no other woman has ever been
able to do. This has been a very educational weekend!

Dale had no idea how much he was going to benefit from
my time with Glenn.

I started to stretch out beside Glenn, I was totally
exhausted. But Glenn stopped me and said, “Whoa girl,
you have some cleaning up to do first. Don’t forget
your place.”

I wasn’t too happy about that. Thinking about where
Jerry’s cock had just been was kind of turning my
stomach. I turned around and bent my head down to his
crotch and it didn’t smell any worse than if it had
just come from my pussy. It was dark. I couldn’t see
well enough to know if there were any surprises there.
I tentatively took his soft, slimy cock into my mouth
and I didn’t taste anything unusual. I just tried not
to think about what I was doing and get it over with
quickly.

Then I turned back around and Glenn let me into his
sleeping bag and we snuggled up and went to sleep.

The next morning we didn’t have sex. I guess I had worn
them out. I put on a light blue weasel and we gathered
outside by the fire until it was time to go up and eat.
It was warmer this morning and actually kind of
pleasant.

Lisa came out of her tent, which is right next to
Glenn’s, and sat down beside me. She whispered that she
had heard a lot of strange noises before she went to
sleep last night and she was wondering what had
happened. I was pretty proud of myself, so I told her
about taking Jerry, who is nearly as well hung as
Glenn, into my ass, and then about taking Glenn’s pony
sized cock down my throat.

She didn’t believe me at first, but she looked up at
Glenn and he nodded and she said, “There is no way I
could do that! I guess you’re a better slut than me
after all.” But she was just teasing, not saying it to
be mean or anything.

I took it as a compliment and thanked her.

Eventually everyone was up and ready and we headed up
to the vendor area to get some food. All of us were up,
but we didn’t seem to be really awake yet. Never fear,
Glenn had a cure for that. He knew just how to get our
blood flowing this morning. He stopped at the vendor
selling Wicked Weasels and picked out a transparent
white suit and told Lisa to undress and put it on.

She grinned and quickly stripped out of her clothes
and, with the help of the vendor, pulled the revealing
little piece of cloth over her private parts. It was
again necessary to borrow his razor, and again, he
didn’t seem to mind at all as he squatted down in front
of Lisa and pulled the suit away from her pussy and
shaved off her pubic hair.

Before we continued up to the food area, Glenn offered
to buy a weasel for any other woman who wanted one, as
long as they put it on right there. There were several
others in our group that would have looked good in one,
but he got no takers.

We went up to the food vendors and had a light
breakfast of junk food and black coffee and made our
plans for breaking down the exhibit when it closed up
at four this evening and going home. One of the plans
was that Jerry would drive Glenn’s truck home and Glenn
would ride with Dale and me.

We didn’t have to set anything up this morning, so we
had time to enjoy our coffee and goof off a little
before the exhibit opened. Lisa and I stayed together
and attracted a lot of attention and I noticed that the
little piece of material over her crotch got very wet
very quickly and even more transparent.

I smiled at her and said, “You enjoy this shit as much
as I do, don’t you?”

She shook her head enthusiastically. Then she said,
“Frank has tried to get me to loosen up and do some of
this shit for a long time. He is a bit of a pervert. I
have always been afraid to let myself go, but when I
saw how much fun you were having I just said ‘fuck it’.
Why should you have all the fun? It remains to be seen
how this will affect our little club in the long run,
but so far this weekend I am having a fucking blast.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I am too. I was really pissed at Dale
when he volunteered me to be auctioned off. At first I
was just going along to get even with him. Now though,
Christ! I ate a woman’s pussy for the first time. I got
fucked in the ass and had an orgasm. I deep throated
Glenn’s huge cock, and I have been running around
nearly naked for two days and either turning on or
scandalizing hundreds of people. I fucking love it!”

They finally opened up the exhibits and we went in and
hung around with the guys as they showed off and
answered questions about their cars. I don’t know how
much Lisa and I had to do with it, but ours seemed to
be the most popular exhibit today.

At two o’clock the prize committee announced the
winners in the various categories. Dale won a lesser
prize, but no cash. It was enough to keep him happy
though. Glenn’s car took second place in the show and
he won a small amount of money. I doubt if it was
enough to pay for the Wicked Weasels he had bought.
That was okay, he wasn’t here for the money. He has
been having as much fun as I have this weekend.

At four they started closing up and the guys brought
the trailers up and started loading. The girls had all
gone down to the campsite earlier and broke down the
tents and packed everything up. When the cars were
loaded on the trailers the guys drove them down and we
loaded up the camping gear and by five we were ready to
leave.

We all piled into the vehicles and headed home. When
Dale had started getting serious about restoring and
showing his car he had bought a big pickup truck with a
crew cab. It had a huge, luxurious back seat, and that
was where Glenn and I were riding on the trip home.

We had to keep our eyes on Dale, he kept watching us
instead of the road and finally Glenn told him that if
he would pay attention to his driving he would make
sure that he got a blowjob when he stopped at the
halfway rest stop.

I was naked from the time we left the fairgrounds. For
the next hour and a half I teased and pleased Glenn’s
cock. I pleased a lot of truckers too. I spent a lot of
time with my butt pressed up against the side window
while I sucked on his cock and Dale passed trucks. He
kept the CB on and we listened to the truckers talking
about my ass all the way to the mid-way rest stop. We
pulled in and I slipped on a pair of shorts and a crop
top and we used the facilities. Then I got in front
with Dale and demonstrated my newfound deep throat
skills.

He came very quickly and it wasn’t until I started
backing out of the cab to get back into the rear seat
with Glenn that I realized that we had an audience of
several of the truckers we had passed.

They were friendly and kidded about wanting a better
look at my pretty ass. Glenn put me on my knees on the
back seat with my legs sticking out of the door and
after looking around he pulled my shorts down to my
knees and offered the truckers a chance to look all
they wanted. I guess they all had defective vision,
because they were all looking with Braille. For the
next ten minutes a large number of truckers stood
around and took turns playing with my ass and sticking
fingers inside my wet pussy.

It looked like we were going to have a gangbang pretty
soon, so Glenn said, “Sorry guys, but we need to hit
the road. If we had more time I’d let a few of you fuck
the bitch, but it’s getting late.”

They were pretty disappointed. I was surprised to find
that I was too. Glenn was about to make it up to me
though. As soon as Dale pulled out on the highway I was
naked again and Glenn rolled down the passenger side
window and stuck my head out the window and fucked me
doggie style with my head out the window and my tits
bouncing in the wind for a good half an hour. It was
exhilarating and I had several long, loud orgasms
before he finally came.

I turned around and cleaned him eagerly, and then I
cleaned myself up and he climbed over the console and
into the front passenger seat while I stretched out and
went to sleep. The next thing I knew we were home.

Dale parked the trailer and unhooked it from the truck.
We were both exhausted and so we decided to unload
everything tomorrow after he got home from work. I made
a light supper of real food and we took showers and
went to bed by nine.

I normally wake up when he does in the morning, but I
slept right through it on Monday. I didn’t wake up
until after eight. I got dressed and made coffee. After
a couple of cups of coffee I felt more human and I went
out and unloaded the camping gear from the trailer. I
set the tent up in the back yard to air it out and hung
Dale’s sleeping back over the clothes line. Mine was
unused so I just put it away. I took our bags inside
and washed clothes. I didn’t have many dirty clothes
either, a couple of shorts and tops and two wicked
weasels.

The only thing left for Dale to do when he got home was
take the car off of the trailer and put it in the
garage.

I went to the store and picked up some groceries. Then
I went home and put them away and sat around thinking
about what I had done this past weekend, and the things
that I had done to me. I realized that I had no
regrets, none at all.

Dale came home and after supper he took the car off of
the trailer and put it away. Then he came in and took a
shower and he came out to the kitchen naked and said,
“I have been thinking about this weekend all day long.
I couldn’t concentrate worth a shit. I have never been
so horny in my life. Come on bitch, let’s fuck.”

Dale would never have spoken to me that way before this
weekend. He was the nicest, most considerate guy in the
world. He didn’t sound completely comfortable talking
that way, but I liked that he was trying and I took his
hand and as we walked towards the bedroom I said, “Yes
master. I have had the same problem. I seem to be
turning into a slut, and I like it.”

He grinned and said, “Me too.”

He nearly tore my clothes off and then he tossed me on
the bed and jumped on top of me. He held my hands up
over my head and shoved his cock into me roughly and as
he fucked me we relived the things that had happened to
me this weekend and Christ it was hot! I came over and
over and he just kept fucking me, even after he had cum
and his cock was soft he still ground it around inside
of me and I came one last time. We both knew that it
had been the best fuck we had ever had.

I lifted my head off the bed and kissed his chest, and
then I licked the salty sweat off of him and moaned
passionately as his pubic bone ground against my clit
and I came again. I couldn’t take anymore after that. I
was fucked out. I fell back onto the bed and told him
how wonderful he was and thanked him for a very
exciting weekend.

He rolled off of me and held me in his arms and said,
“It wasn’t planned. I had no idea it would go that far.
Once I saw how much fun you were having though, it
turned me on just as much as it did you.”

There was a pause in the conversation while we kissed.
Then he said, “I wonder how long it will be before he
comes to fuck you? I wonder if he will do it here, or
take you somewhere.”

I had been wondering those same things. Just the
thought of it hanging over me was exciting to me. I
could picture all kinds of exciting scenarios.

On Tuesday Lisa came over and we had coffee and talked
for a while. She was just as excited about last weekend
as Dale and I were. It turns out that Frank and Dale
must have a lot of the same fantasies. They both got a
big kick out of watching what Glenn did to us, and let
others do to us.

Lisa and I talked for a couple of hours and then, and
I’m not sure how it happened, we ended up in our bed.
It was a lot of fun. We both got off on it. We agreed
though that it wasn’t as much fun as when we were doing
it to entertain the guys. I did get laid out of it
though. That night, when I told Dale what we had done,
he pretty much raped me. I like being raped by my
husband.

I didn’t hear from Glenn until Thursday. He called me
up and told me to be ready to go out when he came by
Friday after work. He said I would be picked up at
four. I was to wear my sexiest outfit, well, he said
sluttiest. It’s the same thing I guess.

I made a special meal for Dale that night and while we
ate I told him about the phone call from Glenn. Dale
was almost as excited as I was. So, of course, we ended
up in bed again. A woman’s work is never done. I really
liked the change in Dale since last weekend. He was
much more forceful, more, I don’t know, masculine
maybe? I liked the change.

I spent most of Friday morning trying to decide what to
wear before I decided I needed to go shopping. I didn’t
have anything that was really knock-your-socks-off
slutty. I got dressed and went to a store that Lisa had
told me about called Sweet Nothings.

A pretty redhead met me at the door and asked me if she
could help me find something. I told her I had a date
this evening and needed something really slutty.

She smiled and said, “That’s our specialty.”

I followed her through the racks and she pointed out
some really beautiful, imaginative and slutty clothing.
The thing that caught my eye was a tiny little black
silk slip. It was half lace and it would just barely
cover my ass, if indeed it did cover my ass. I tried it
on and it was really beautiful, and extremely sexy. The
lace parts were pretty much see-through and they
covered, more or less, my breasts and the bottom two
inches of the hem. My nipples were plainly visible.

I knew that Glenn would love it. There was just one
question. Did I have enough nerve to wear it when I
went out? The owner, Jo showed me a few more outfits,
and I saw a lot of things I liked, but I kept coming
back to that silk slip.

Jo knew that I wanted it. She smiled and said, “If you
have the balls, go for it. It’s really beautiful, if
you have the nerve.”

I finally decided that if Glenn wanted slutty, you
couldn’t get much sluttier than that. I bought it and
told her I would be back when I had more time to pick
out a few more things from her really great selection.

I went home and made Dale’s dinner and put it in the
oven and then I went upstairs and got ready. At four
o’clock I was standing by the door waiting. I was too
nervous to sit down.

At a couple of minutes after four I saw a stretch limo
pull into my driveway. I grabbed my purse and as soon
as the doorbell rang I opened the door. Glenn looked at
me and his face lit up and he said, “Fucking
beautiful!” Then he grabbed my purse and tossed it on a
table and told me that I didn’t need it.

I followed him out to the car and the chauffer held the
door for us, and got a nice view of my ass I’m sure. I
didn’t have any idea what was planned for this evening,
so I guess I wasn’t all that surprised to find that
there were six other men already in the limo waiting
for me. Glenn introduced me to them, but I didn’t
remember a single name. I remember the looks on their
faces though. These men knew that I was a slut, even
before they saw what I was wearing, and they knew that
they were going to get lucky tonight. As their eyes
moved over my body it was obvious that they approved
and were really looking forward to it.

One of them pulled me into his lap and his hand was on
my pussy before the limo got out of the driveway. I
looked around at the men and they were all well dressed
and I assumed under other circumstances would have been
reasonably sophisticated. All of them were older than
Glenn, in their fifties at least. They all looked
pretty distinguished though and I thought that I just
might have an interesting evening.

As I was getting gently mauled by the man who had
pulled me into his lap the straps on my slip slid down
off of my shoulders and the man behind me leaned over
and said, “Here, let me help you with that.” Then he
pulled the straps and the top of my slip down, exposing
my breasts. Until recently I had been self conscious
about my breasts. I suppose most women would like
bigger breasts, just like most men wish they had a
larger penis. The reactions I had gotten recently had
made me more confident about my figure and the
reactions of these men only served to reinforce my
growing self confidence.

None of the men who could see my breasts at this moment
were disappointed in the least. They were, in fact,
quite complimentary. I just relaxed and went with it as
I was felt up and kissed and slowly passed around.

We rode for nearly an hour in rush hour traffic, which
means we hadn’t gone very far. The limo pulled into a
line of cars and I was surprised to see that we were
lined up to go to a basketball game! The limo was
waived out of line and directed to a different entrance
and we were let out at a private bank of elevators.

There were about a dozen men waiting for an elevator
and they stared incredulously as I approached them
surrounded by seven well dressed executives. We got the
elevator after them and I was molested all the way to
the top floor. When we got out of the elevator a cute
young girl recognized the men and realized that they
knew where they were going and didn’t need directions.
She smiled sweetly and you would never have known from
her expression that a nearly naked woman was standing
in front of her.

I was guided to a luxury loge which was already
occupied by four men. I learned later that the four men
awaiting our arrival were the CEO of Glenn’s company
and three senior executives. I was offered a drink and
then placed in the care of the lecherous CEO.

Before he pushed me over to the CEO, Glenn said,
“Kelly, I love your outfit, but you don’t need it here.
Remind me to return it when we leave.” He pulled my
slip off over my head and I was then placed in the
hands of the CEO.

I looked around nervously at first. It was obvious that
the loge was private and when I saw that I wouldn’t
offend any of the other sports fans I relaxed and
enjoyed myself. I don’t care for basketball, but then,
I wasn’t there to watch the game.

I listened as Glenn assured everyone that I was not a
hooker, just an everyday housewife. The wife of a
friend that was a member of a club he was in. I wasn’t
even a swinger, just a newly converted slut. That
really turned the guys on, that and the fact that I was
less than half their age.

The men all took off their jackets and ties and waited
their turn as the CEO took me in his arms and began
pawing me. He had no special talent for it, but the
situation was so damned erotic that I was really
getting off on it. I had been shown off extensively at
the car show last weekend. This was different though.
These guys were all going to fuck me. Or I was going to
suck them off, or both, anything they wanted for the
next few hours. I was finally getting my gangbang. I
just hoped I didn’t kill anyone.

The CEO played with me for a while, but before long he
stood up and bent me over a table and fucked me in
front of his executives as they encouraged him. He was
nothing special, but the situation was such a turn on
that I started cumming not long after he started
fucking me.

The six men from the limo and Glenn held back while the
senior executives each had a turn at my pussy. When
they had finished and taken seats to watch the game for
a while, Glenn helped me up and sent me into our
private bathroom to clean up. When I came back out I
was tossed onto my back on the table and things got a
bit rougher after that. I loved it!

They took me two at a time then, one in my mouth and
one in my pussy. They must have been informed that I
could deep throat, because each of them shoved their
cocks into my throat. So this was a gangbang! I loved
it! I laid there and imagined that I was being raped by
a gang of men and I had one huge orgasm after another.

Several of them went around twice before they put their
pants back on and took seats to watch the game. I
cleaned up again and became a serving wench until
someone decided that they wanted another piece of me.
After the initial gangbang though, there wasn’t a lot
of sex. I brought them food and drinks and they never
failed to explore my body with their hands.
Unfortunately, once the game started they were actually
watching it! I had fun though, and got to drink a good
bit of very expensive booze.

We stayed until most of the fans had left the stadium
and I ended up sucking off the CEO, even though he
didn’t think he could get it up again. I proved that he
could. He had heard about my oral skills and had never
had anyone go deep on him. Well, to be honest, his cock
wasn’t all that big and the head of his cock just
barely reached to my throat, but he enjoyed the hell
out of it.

I got my slip back and we walked down the deserted
corridor and down to the nearly deserted parking area.
The limos were waiting for us and we split up into two
groups again. The ride home was a lot more relaxed than
the trip to the game had been. I made the trip in the
nude again, but just so that I would be decorative.
Nobody had any energy left for more than enjoying the
view.

We dropped all of the others off first and when it was
just Glenn and he asked if I had had fun. I assured him
that I had and he said, “Good, because we will probably
do this fairly often.”

We went to his house next and as he was getting out of
the limo he told me that I was being dropped off last
so that I could tip the driver. I smiled at him and
said, “No problem.”

A few minutes later we pulled up in front of my house
and the driver came around and opened the back door and
leaned in. He was a young guy, or at least younger than
all the other guys I had had sex with this evening. He
was in his mid thirties I guess. He smiled and asked,
“Is it okay? Mr. Roth said you wouldn’t mind.”

I smiled back at him and said, “I don’t mind at all,
come on in.”

I introduced myself and asked him what he would like to
do. He said, “It’s up to you ma’am.”

Ma’am?! I smiled and dropped down between his legs and
helped him pull his pants and his underwear down out of
the way. He had a very nice cock, nearly as long as
Glenn’s, but not as fat. I was easily able to take it
into my throat and he almost passed out when he first
felt the head of his cock slide down my throat. He
started swearing and breathing hard and his hips
started coming up off the seat to meet my lips and he
came in less than three minutes.

“Son of a bitch!” he said. “I have never, never in my
fucking life felt anything like that!”

I looked up at him and said, “You must have been pretty
horny, would you like to try again?”

He looked at me like I had just told him that he had
won the lottery.

“Do you mean it?!” he asked.

I smiled and said, “Sure, this is supposed to be your
tip. You did a good job, you deserve a good tip.”

I took his still half hard cock into my mouth again and
began making love to it. He lasted much longer this
time and when he finally came again he collapsed back
onto the seat while I licked his cock clean, then he
sat up and bent down and kissed me right on the lips.

I hadn’t expected that! He smoothed my hair with his
hands and said, “That was amazing. You are amazing.
Thank you very much. If there is a god, I will be
working the next time they take you to the game.

I grinned and said, “I hope so too. You are sweet and I
enjoyed tipping you.”

While he put his pants together I pulled my slip over
my head and then I kissed him on the cheek and thanked
him for being so nice. He got out and helped me out of
the car and escorted me to the door like a gentleman.

Dale was at the door when we got to it and he opened it
and thanked the driver for being so considerate and let
me in before he hugged me and said, “First, son of a
bitch you look hot! Second, son of a bitch you look
hot! Third, did you have fun?”

I grinned and kissed him and said, “Offer me a drink
and I’ll tell you all about it.”

We had a glass of wine and he massaged my feet while I
told him everything that had happened to me. He was
extremely jealous. He had never had an opportunity to
watch a game from one of those private loges and would
really love to.

I said, “Well, maybe if you would put out.”

He cracked up. He said he would have to think about it,
but he refused to wear the slip.

We put our glasses in the sink and went to bed. I told
him that I had just enough energy for one more fuck, if
he was interested.

He said, “I am always interested, and I think you might
really enjoy this one.”

We undressed and I pulled back the covers and got in
bed. Dale climbed up over me and lifted my arms over my
head again. He knows how much it turns me on to feel
helpless. So he had stopped on the way home and he had
a surprise for me.

As he held my hands over my head he reached up and
suddenly my arms were restrained by two heavy black
leather cuffs attached to the corners of the bed by
chains. I squealed in delight, but he wasn’t done. He
reached under the pillow and pulled out a blindfold and
put it over my eyes. Then he got off of me and secured
my legs to the corners of the bed.

He wasn’t done though. I heard him moving round and
then he stretched out beside me and started playing
with my nipples. When they got hard he stopped what he
was doing and put clamps on them and secured them.

I was moaning by that time. I felt so helpless and I
knew that he had figured out my deepest darkest fantasy
now. I struggled briefly, but then I relaxed and
surrendered as he began to tease my body with his
fingers and his lips. When he started working his way
down towards my pussy I stopped him. I had been fucked
quite a few times this evening. I had cleaned up
afterwards, but there is always something that gets
left behind. I begged him to stop, but he ignored me
and soon he was lapping at my red, swollen, very well
fucked pussy.

I couldn’t help it. I screamed loudly and came so hard
I thought that I would pass out. I wanted to take him
in my arms and hold him and thank him for making me
feel like this, but of course that was out of the
question, and that was why I felt like this! I don’t
know if you can follow that. It made sense to me
though.

He ate me roughly, nipping and biting and licking and I
went crazy. I had one giant orgasm after another and
when he finally climbed up on top of me and began
fucking me violently, raping me, pounding into me
brutally, I came one long last time and then I actually
blacked out momentarily. God it was great!

He let me come around, and then he crawled up and
forced his wonderful cock into my mouth and I greedily
sucked it clean. He finally had to restrain me and
forcefully remove his cock from between my lips. I was
sucking so hard he had trouble getting his cock out of
my mouth!

He stretched out beside me then and kissed me lovingly.
Then he took off the blindfold and asked, “Did you like
your presents.”

I smiled at him, trying to let him see how much I loved
him and I said, “Very much. Now tell me what I can do
to repay you.”

He said, “Sweetheart, you just did! Don’t worry though.
I’m sure we’ll do this again someday.”

I begged him to take the cuffs off so that I could hug
him and finally he did. I wrapped my arms around him
and held him so tight and told him over and over how
much I loved him.

Then I sat up and took off the ankle cuffs and went to
the mirror and looked at my nipples in the clamps. They
were numb now, but damn they looked hot! I started
loosening them so that I could take them off and when
the circulation started returning to my nipples I
groaned in pain. It felt so good!

I moved back to the bed and picked up one of the cuffs
and looked at it and the chain that was attached to it.
Finally I turned to him and said, “Was that a lucky
guess, or did you know?”

He said, “It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure
it out. The way you like to have your arms held so you
can feel helpless, the way you like to have someone
take control of you. I saw how much fun you had this
past weekend. This is just more of the same. I don’t
have a huge cock, I can’t do for you what Glenn can. I
can do this though. I can still make you happy.”

I threw myself on him and kissed him all over his face
and said, “I never said you didn’t make me happy. You
always make me happy. I love you. Maybe we should talk
more. Just think of the angst we could have saved
ourselves if we had discussed our fantasies. If I had
known about you wanting to see me with other men, being
turned into a slut, maybe I wouldn’t have been so
stodgy. I thought I was being the wife that you wanted.
If you had known my fantasies, well, our fantasies
really go well together. All this time we wanted the
same things and we never knew it.”

I got up and went to the bathroom and took a quick
shower and then we cuddled up in bed and lay together
holding each other for a long time before we went to
sleep. I felt so happy, and it was even better because
I knew that I was making him happy too.

The next morning I got up and made coffee. When Dale
got up and came out and saw me, sipping coffee in the
nude, he came over and hugged me and said, “You have
never looked more beautiful. This will always be my
favorite outfit.”

I got up and kissed my husband and poured him some
coffee. Then I made breakfast. We ate and sat around
just relaxing and sipping coffee when the doorbell
rang. Since I was naked, Dale answered the door. I was
surprised when he came back and he wasn’t alone. But
when he came back into the room I saw that it was only
Lisa and Frank. I stood up and gave them both a hug and
they complimented me on my outfit. I got them a cup of
coffee, but before they sat down I told Lisa that I had
to show her something.

I led her upstairs and showed her the slip I had worn
last night. She loved it and she suggested that we go
back to Sweet Nothings and do a little shopping. I
suggested that we take the men. I knew that Dale would
enjoy it.

Then I showed her the presents that Dale had given me
yesterday. Her eyes lit up and she got so excited. She
picked up one of the cuffs and sniffed the leather
smell and then she tried it on.

She stared down at if for a minute and then she said,
“Fuck this makes me so hot!”

I grinned and said, “There are four of them, and a
blindfold and nipple clamps. I came so hard last night
I passed out.”

I sat down beside her and asked her what was up. She
didn’t usually drop by my place, and Frank had never
been here before.

First, she apologized for not calling. They only came
over because Frank had heard about a Road Runner that
Dale might be interested in. I rolled my eyes and she
laughed, but the truth was that I was starting to enjoy
this car club thing as much as the guys were. Last
weekend I can guarantee I enjoyed it more.

I looked at her and asked, “You don’t suppose we fucked
things up last weekend do you? I would hate it if
people stopped coming to the shows and parties because
of what I did.”

Lisa smiled and said, “I have talked to most of the
other girls, and they are all actually pretty envious
of you, of us. A lot of them said it was the most fun
that they ever had at a car show.”

“I’m so glad,” I said. “I was afraid I might have
really pissed some of the girls off. I am only just
starting to get to know some of them. Carol really
surprised me when she said she wanted to watch.”

Lisa giggled and said, “Carol’s tent was on the other
side of ours. You should have heard them after they
went to bed that night. She tore her husband flat up!”

I noticed that Lisa still had the cuff on. She was
enjoying the feel of it and I had an idea. I released
her wrist, but I didn’t let her stand up. I pulled off
her t-shirt, without even asking, and since she wasn’t
wearing a bra I pushed her over onto the bed and
fastened both of her wrists with the cuffs.

She didn’t resist, and I could see her getting excited
as I restrained her.

When her wrists were properly cuffed I unfastened her
shorts and pulled her shorts and her panties and her
sandals off all in one big clump of clothing and then I
secured her ankles to the bottom corners of the bed.
She was smiling up at me when I moved up and slipped
the blindfold over her eyes. Then I went over to the
intercom and called down to the kitchen and asked Dale
and Frank to come upstairs.

When she heard me on the intercom Lisa shivered in
anticipation. I moved over and began kissing her, her
lips, her nipples, and her sexy flat stomach. I was
just kissing her pussy when I heard footsteps behind
me. I turned around and invited them in and when Frank
saw Lisa he smiled like I had never seen him smile
before.

I said, “I just called you up here to ask if you
thought I should put these nipple clamps on her too. Or
if you would rather do it yourself.”

Frank took the clamps from me and looked them over and
said, “I have never seen her look more beautiful.” Then
he handed the clamps back to me and said, “You are more
informed about these matters than I am. What do you
recommend?”

I said, “I wore them last night for the first time.
They are very exciting. I wouldn’t want them on me
every time I had sex, but once in a while they are a
lot of fun.”

I turned around and got back in bed with Lisa and toyed
with her nipples until they were hard. Then I attached
the clamps and tightened them down. She had her first
orgasm as I was tightening the clamps!

I returned to Frank and began to undress him and I
asked, “Would you like to fuck your slut, or would you
like to fuck me while you watch my husband fuck your
slut?”

He thought about that for about a half a second and the
he said, “Dale, I don’t believe you have had an
opportunity to fuck my wife yet have you? Please, make
yourself at home. After all, I fucked your slut last
weekend. It’s only fair.”

I don’t think I have ever seen Dale undress so quickly
before. I finished undressing Frank and I moved into
his arms while we watched Dale attack his wife. We have
a pretty big bed, but with Lisa right in the center of
it there was no room for us. So while Dale fucked Lisa
as hard as he could, Frank bent me over the side of the
bed with my face right next to Lisa’s and fucked me
from behind. It was pretty intense, no one was talking.
There was only grunting and heavy breathing.

Lisa had never been tied up and blindfolded before and
I knew how excited she must be. She came loud and often
as Dale pounded into her. It took me only a minute
longer and before long we were all sated.

Lisa was lying there on my bed, moaning happily and
Dale rolled off and removed her clamps. When he had
taken her clamps off I moved up over her and squatted
down on her face and let her eat her husband’s cum out
of my pussy. While she was doing that I bent down and
returned the favor.

Lisa and I had several more very nice orgasms before we
finally had to stop. I slowly struggled to my feet and
said, “Why don’t we leave her like this and go out for
a while.”

Lisa started struggling then and pleaded with me to let
her up so that she could go to the bathroom. She told
me it was either that or she’d wet the bed.”

I laughed and unbuckled her cuffs. I helped her sit up
and she took off the blindfold and asked, “Where did
you get these? I want some.”

Dale smiled and said, “We are going out and look at a
car this afternoon. If you come with us I’ll take you
to the place that sells them on the way back.”

Lisa smiled and said, “You boys and your cars!”

We went back downstairs and I made some bloody marys
and we took them out by the pool and we all sat around
in the shade and I told them about my night last night.
She looked at Frank and after I had finished filling in
the details she turned to me and asked, “Would you mind
asking Glenn to invite me along the next time?”

I looked at Frank and he grinned and nodded. I had
really misjudged Frank.

The car they wanted to look at was out in the country
about an hour from town. Frank had some complicated
directions which we followed almost without problems.
We only had to turn around a couple of times. It didn’t
matter though, it was really the first time that the
four of us had spent any time together and we were
having a very good time.

We pulled up to an old, but well kept farm house and
got out. Frank and Dale went to the door and knocked
and a tall thin man of about fifty came to the door and
they introduced themselves. The man came out and Lisa
and I joined them. He seemed pretty nice. He was a bit
shy, but quiet and you had the impression that he was
very self sufficient.

He asked us to follow him and he led the way to a large
shed and it took all three of them a long time to open
the doors. They hadn’t been opened in years. The only
thing inside was a car up on blocks and covered in
canvas and blankets.

The owner carefully pulled the covering off of the car
and there was a brand new 1970 Plymouth Road Runner,
with a 440 engine and a six pack. I don’t know what I
just said, that was what he was telling Dale. It was
beautiful! He said it had less than three hundred miles
on it. His twin brother had bought it just before he
got shipped off to Vietnam. He never came back. His
father had put the car in the shed and covered it up
and it had been there ever since.

Dale and Frank walked around the car and they had to be
careful to keep from stepping on their tongues. Dale
walked around the car twice and then we went over to
the guy and said, “I can’t give you what this car is
worth. I will do something for you though. I would love
to get it running for you and you could put this in any
of the major auto auctions in the country and be set
for life. But I’ll be honest with you, you should keep
this. This is a car that you have to love. It needs to
be loved.”

The man had been watching Dale talk and he said, “You
love this car, don’t you? You aren’t buying it to sell,
are you?” But the way he said it, they were statements,
not questions.

Dale said, “No sir. I would never sell this car. It is
a work of art.”

The man said, “I feel bad about it being in here all
these years. But I haven’t been able to bring myself to
get rid of it. I was in town a few months ago and your
car club was having a show. I saw your Superbee. I
thought to myself, ‘That man loves that car. That’s who
should have the Road Runner.”

You didn’t have your name or anything on the car, but
the car next to yours was this man’s. I finally called
him yesterday and told him about the car and asked if
you would be interested. I want you to take it. You pay
me what you can for it.”

Dale and Frank raced back to town to get the trailer.
Lisa and I stayed and had a nice long talk with Alex.
He talked about his brother a lot. It was really sad.
He talked about his wife who had died a few years ago.
He has been alone on this old farm for years now. He
doesn’t farm anymore. He just keeps the house up and he
reads a lot. He showed us his library and it was
amazing. He had thousands of books. He read about
everything! He knew a lot about everything. It was
funny. When you meet him you think he is some kind of
country bumpkin, but he knows more about things than
anyone I ever met!

Lisa and I tried to talk him into coming to town
sometime. We invited him to dinner or to the car club
to come see his car when Dale finished getting it
ready. But he wasn’t interested. He was used to being
alone. It’s a shame, he was really fascinating.

While we were looking around in his library I spotted a
stack of photographs. They were huge blowups of black
and white pictures, and they were beautiful! I asked if
I could look through them and he blushed, but he
nodded. I started pulling them out one at a time. Most
of them were about three by four feet. The first dozen
or so were landscapes. And they were the most
magnificent photographs I had ever seen. The contrast,
the composition, they were perfect, they moved me. Then
I came to some that were portraits. I knew without
asking that they were of his wife, and that he had
taken them. As I worked my way through the stack she
was younger and younger. She was always beautiful.
There were even a few nude figure studies.

I looked at the collection and thought, “These need to
be shown! People need to see these!”

I turned and asked him if he had more and he nodded.
Then I said, “I want you to take my picture. These are
the most beautiful photographs that I have ever seen!
Please, make me look like that.”

He blushed again and I could see that he was going to
say no. I went over to him and said, “You have to show
these. The world needs to see these.”

He shook his head and I put my hand on his cheek and
said again, “Please, take my photograph. I want to see
me through your eyes.”

He hesitated for a moment and then he said, “It has
been a long time. I haven’t touched my camera since
Diane died.”

Lisa had gone over to look at the photographs, to see
what I was so excited about. She came back over to
where I was standing and I saw that she was as much in
awe as I was.

We followed Alex out to the barn and he had converted a
large portion of it into a studio. He got his camera
out. It was an old, large format camera. It looked like
an antique. As he was setting it up he was ignoring me.
I was standing out of the way, taking my clothes off.

When he had his camera set up he turned around and saw
me standing there and almost jumped out of his skin. I
smiled at him and walked over to the area he had set up
and said, “How do you want me?”

He took a deep breath and posed me and moved all around
taking light readings and adjusting lights and then he
moved behind the camera and he started talking to me.
He was putting thoughts in my head and watching me
react and sometimes he would take a picture. Every once
in a while he would step back and come over and adjust
my position slightly, then go back and talk to me in
that quiet, hypnotic voice again and then take another
picture.

When he was finished I stood up and Lisa was standing
there naked, waiting her turn. He must have given up by
then. He just posed her and went through the same
procedure all over again. I watched, fascinated as he
took a couple of dozen photographs, working quietly and
calmly and confidently. Then I went over and Lisa and I
sat down on a couch and he took pictures of us
together.

These weren’t ‘dirty’ pictures. They weren’t sexual,
but they were sensual. He posed us together, but not in
a sexual manner. When he had taken another dozen
photographs he straightened up and said, “That’s good.
Those were some good shots. I think you’ll be happy.”

I knew I would be. I noticed that, as detached as he
had tried to act, he had a very large bulge in his
jeans. I moved over to him and reached out and gently
touched his erection. I smiled up at him and said, “Did
I do that?” Then I slowly started undressing him.

He stuttered out a few phrases meant to deter me, but I
was not going to be denied. I took his clothes off and
pushed him onto a nearby daybed on his back. Lisa came
over and lay down beside him and kissed him gently
while I moved over him and guided his cock into me. I
slid up and down on him only once or twice before he
came.

He groaned, and I think he was disappointed. But we
were not done yet. I lay down on top of him and kissed
his chest while Lisa continued to kiss his lips. His
cock was still buried in me and it never got soft at
all.

After a few minutes I put my arms around him and held
him and together we rolled over so that he was on top
now. I looked up at him and said, “Please, make believe
I’m her. Make love to Diane.”

Lisa moved away, she was crying like a baby. Alex held
me gently and made the sweetest love to me. He kissed
my face and my lips and my neck and he stroked his cock
in and out of me and I held him tight and he came
again, and as he came he called out her name.

I held him tight for a long time. Finally he got up and
sat on the side of the bed and it looked like he felt
bad. I sat up and asked, “Are you sad?”

He stared at me for a minute and then he smiled and
said, “I’m not sure what I am. For a few minutes I had
Diane back.”

He stared at me for a minute and said, “I think that I
am grateful. You are a very perceptive young woman.”

I sat beside him and held his hand and kissed it. Then
I said, “We can do that again some time. I enjoyed it.”

He looked a little bit unsure and he asked, “How do you
suppose your husband would feel about that Kelly?”

I smiled and said, “My husband would think it was
wonderful.” I understood now that he was worried about
what Dale would think if he found out. I took his hand
and said, “Seriously, Dale wouldn’t mind.”

He wasn’t entirely convinced, but I was pretty sure
that I could bring him around.

He pointed out a small bathroom and I went in and got
cleaned up while he got dressed and went into the
darkroom. Lisa got dressed and we sat around waiting
impatiently for more than an hour.

He finally came out and said, “I’m sorry it took so
long. You’ll be happy though, they came out
beautifully.”

He let us into the darkroom and the photos were hanging
up on line all around the room. He was right, they were
beautiful! They were works of art. Every last one of
them was a work of art, fit to hang in a gallery.

I went over to him and I had tears in my eyes. I hugged
him and said, “They are beautiful. I don’t know what to
say. Thank you doesn’t seem like enough.”

He smiled down at me and said, “Oh, I pretty much think
we are even young lady. For a few minutes I had Diane
back. It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t real, but it was
wonderful.”

I stepped back again and said, “Lisa and I have a
friend that has a large, famous art gallery in the
city. He would go crazy over your work. Let me take
them to him. Let him show them. They deserve to be
seen.”

He said, “I don’t want to get involved in all of that
crap. I can’t deal with those people and to be honest I
don’t have much respect for a lot of the things people
call art.”

“All the more reason to put some real art out there for
them,” I argued. Then I had a thought and suggested,
“What if we didn’t tell anyone who the photographer
was? Our friend could show them, sell them, and you
could remain anonymous. At least let me take some of
them to him. Let him look at them.”

Alex finally gave in and we went through his collection
and the three of us selected about three dozen
photographs. We worked our butts off packing them up to
travel and by the time the guys finally got back with
the trailer and a car full of help the photographs were
ready to go.

We went out and watched Dale and Frank and a couple of
guys they had been able to round up from the club put
the car up on rollers and carefully winch it out of the
garage and onto the trailer. Then they helped us load
the photos in the back of the truck and secure them.
Before we left we took Frank and Dale into the studio
and showed them our portraits.

Alex was standing there nervously, not knowing how our
husbands would react to him taking nude pictures of
their wives. When the guys saw the pictures they went
nuts. They were just as excited about them as we were.
Well, almost anyway.

Before we left, Dale handed Alex a check for the car.
He said, “It is worth at least five times this much.
I’m sorry that this is all I can scrape up on such
short notice.”

I saw the check. It was for twenty thousand, almost
wiping out our savings. Alex took the check and smiled
and tore it up. He said, “Your wives think they are
going to make me rich. Whether they do or not, they
have made me happy. I haven’t been happy in a long
time. I don’t need the money, I’m glad the car found
someone that loves it as much as my brother did.”

The expression on Dale’s face right at that moment was
worth twenty thousand dollars!

Alex turned to Lisa and me and said, “Let me know how
your friend likes those pictures. Yours will be dry and
mounted tomorrow if you want them. It was nice meeting
you folks.” Then he went back into the house and we
headed home.

On the way home we told the guys all about our
afternoon. They were so touched they didn’t even get
turned on!

We had planned on stopping at the adult novelty shop
that Dale had found, but it was getting late, so we put
it off until tomorrow and headed home to unload the
car.

The Road Runner was in much better shape than they had
thought. They had expected the interior to be dry
rotted, but it wasn’t. They replaced all the hoses and
belts and gaskets and the tires and all the fluids and
all of those things that don’t sit up well in storage.
They put a battery in it and it started right up and
ran like a new car. It had two hundred and sixty-nine
miles on the odometer, it was a new car.

There wasn’t a scratch on the paint, I forget the name
of the color, but it was a pretty copper color with a
black stripe on the hood. It has won top prize at
several shows. Dale has been offered more than five
times what he tried to pay Alex for it. He would sell
me before he would sell that car though. Come to think
of it, he did sell me!

The car club has gotten together for several shows and
a few parties since we went nuts at that out of state
show and campout. We have toned them down a little
though. It still gets a little wild, and the people in
the tents at night, or the motel rooms, are not always
the people that are married to each other. We are a
little more discreet about it now and those few members
of the club that aren’t up for that are grateful.

Lisa and I attend games with Glenn and at his company’s
loge every now and then. We have also hosted a few
poker games. It’s a chance to get a little wild and we
all enjoy it.

Lisa and I took the photographs, including some of the
ones that we posed for, to our friend with the art
gallery. He went nuts. Alex is the next Ansel Adams.
Alex is the most famous unknown photographer in the
country. His photographs sell like crazy, when he takes
them. But he only takes them when he is in the mood.

We have gotten calls from people all over the world
that want to pose for him. Alex is happy with the two
models he has now though. Lisa and I go out there about
twice a month. We take him his checks and pick up any
new photos that he has made and while we are there he
makes love to Diane.