I’d worked at my present job about nine months when I
received the invitation. It arrived in a company
envelope, and simply looked like any other inter-
office correspondence.
However, when I opened it, there was a card inside,
which read:
“Congratulations. You have been invited to become a
member of a very exclusive club.
If you wish to discover what the club has to offer,
please come to the following address 6 PM Saturday
night…”
and here it gave an address in a part of the city I
wasn’t familiar with.
“Please do not bring your spouse. Dress casually.”
and in small print it asked me not to show this to
anyone else, and to report to the company physician
sometime during the day.
I looked around and saw one other guy with a card like
mine. He had as puzzled a look on his face as I
probably did. I also noticed none of the ladies had
received one. From that and the statement about no
spouses, I figured it must be some kind of men’s club.
However, the bit about seeing the company doctor
confused me, so I couldn’t really figure out what it
might be all about.
Anyhow, I caught the eye of the other fellow with a
card, and he pointed to his with a questioning look on
his face. I responded with a shrug that indicated I
was as much in the dark as he was.
Later on, I stopped in at the company doctor (who was
expecting me), and he tested me for a few things, most
unusual being one for STD’s. As I was leaving, he
handed me a bottle and said, “Take two of these a day.
They’re herbal supplements. And drink plenty of
water.”
I left the doctor’s office, staring at the little
plastic bottle, and almost bumped into the guy I’d
seen across the room with a card like mine. He smiled
at me apologetically, and once more gave me a look
that asked what this was all about. Again, my only
response was a sheepish shrug of incomprehension.
At lunch, I opened the bottle and looked inside. Just
little capsules with brownish powder in them. I
couldn’t imagine what they could be for, but following
doctor’s orders, I shook one out and swallowed it
down.
I ran into the other guy who’d received a card a
couple of other times during the day, but he refused
to say anything to me about our mutual situation. I
guess he figured since we weren’t supposed to show the
cards to anybody else, we weren’t supposed to actually
talk about it, either.
When I got home, my wife, Laura, met me at the door,
just like some old 50’s sitcom. We stood in the
doorway and kissed, maybe a little more passionately
than in those old TV shows. After a little bit, we
broke and asked each other how our days were and that
kind of thing, before retiring to the dining room,
where Laura had already fixed supper.
While we were eating, I remembered the capsules, took
out the bottle and downed one. Laura saw me do this
and asked, “What’s that?”
“Oh, just something the company doctor gave me. He
said I should take two of them a day and drink lots of
water. I don’t know what they’re for, but he’s the
doctor.”
“Why did you see the doctor today? Not feeling well?”
I didn’t think anything about telling my wife about
the card and the subsequent visit to the doctor’s.
When she heard what I had to say, she got this strange
look on her face, then an enigmatic smile twitched the
corners of her mouth, and she replied, “I see.”
Nothing more was said about it. By her or me.
After a rather uneventful evening, we both retired.
While we lay in bed, Laura started to get frisky. She
rubbed up against me, pressing her 34Cs into my side,
and fondling the hairs on my chest, slowly working her
way down to my crotch.
When she touched my cock and balls, it felt wonderful.
Then again, it always feels good to have her play with
me. I reached over and started to pinch and twist her
nipples the way she likes it, but she pushed me away,
saying she wanted to do something for me.
With that, Laura sat up then plunged her mouth over
the head of my throbbing cock. I nearly jumped out of
my skin. It was just one of those things. After seven
years of marriage, I’d come to know some of the body
language my wife uses, therefore I knew what was
coming, but it’s always an intensely pleasant shock
when her lips close over my dick.
Laura caressed my hanging balls while she worked her
magic on my shaft, eventually sliding one finger down
and slipping it into my asshole.
Now, I’m not gay or anything, not even bi as far as I
know, but I do like the sensation of having my ass
played with. Once a couple of years ago, I even asked
Laura to lick my asshole. She hesitated a bit, until I
assured her I would clean up as well as I could. When
I came back from washing, pulled my legs back as far
as they would go and Laura licked my butt, it was one
of the weirdest, most fantastic sensations I’d ever
experienced.
So, anyway, my wife knew I liked having my butt played
with, and her finger wiggled around a little in my
tight little hole, while her mouth and tongue did some
major work on my cock. The combination was getting me
close, but I was trying to hold back, since I wanted
to cum in her pussy.
I caressed Laura’s long, reddish hair and said, “Hold
on, baby, I want inside you. I want to fill up your
pussy with my cum.”
Laura pulled off my cock long enough to say, “Okay.
You can fuck me, but don’t cum, yet. I want you to
save your wad for a few days. If you can hold off
cumming till Saturday, I’ll suck you and fuck you and
give you whatever you want, every night this week.”
It was then that I reminded her that I was going to
the club meeting, whatever it was.
She said, “That’s okay, there’s a lot of evening to go
on Saturday. Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” She started
to climb onto my pole as she continued, “Besides, I’m
going with the girls Saturday afternoon, and probably
won’t be home till after dark, anyway.”
Laura had met a few of the wives of my co-workers and
some of my female co-workers at an informal get-
together my immediate boss had for me shortly after I
started. She hit it off right away with some of them,
and they had formed a pretty good friendship, getting
together quite frequently. Initially, Laura had had
some misgivings about moving here, away from
everything and everybody we knew, but meeting people
she liked and could commiserate with helped ease the
transition.
Slowly, my wife lowered her pussy onto my hot
erection. I moaned in ecstasy as the hot, fluid grip
of her cunt grabbed onto my cock and threatened never
to let go. It was a matter of the greatest
concentration to not orgasm on the spot. Laura rocked
slowly back and forth on me, sliding her pussy the
full length of my dick, causing the most fabulous
sensations throughout my entire body.
Even though her pace was slow, I was so worked up
already that I was almost ready to cum at the
slightest provocation, and my wife’s pussy is always
provocation enough. When I started to get really,
really close, Laura stopped moving entirely, and let
the sensation subside, although with her still sitting
on me, the sensation never went away completely.
When she decided that I was calmed down enough, Laura
started moving again. It didn’t take very long this
time for me to get worked up nearly to the point of no
return, but my smart little wife again knew just what
to do.
We sat and waited for a long time this time. Finally,
Laura slid up and back on my cock again, and this time
it only took four strokes before I got too close.
This time, though, instead of staying impaled on my
member, Laura lifted up and completely off me. I
moaned out my protest, but she reminded me, “Remember,
if you can hold off until Saturday, I can assure you
that it’ll be well worth your while.”
I whined, “By Saturday, I’ll have blue balls so bad I
won’t be able to stand up!”
She replied, “Please, Tom, try to hold off. It won’t
be easy…” and with a smirk on her face she
continued, “and I intend to make it harder and
harder…” then, more earnestly, she finished, “but I
know you won’t regret it. Please?”
I sighed. “Alright. I’ll put in a herculean effort.
This may very well be the hardest thing you’ve asked
me to do. But since you ask so nicely, I’ll try.”
Laura grinned ear-to-ear. “Oh, thank you! I can hardly
wait till Saturday!”
I wanted to ask her what she had in mind for Saturday,
but she turned out the light and said, “Now go to
sleep. You’ve still got three more work days before
Saturday is anywhere near.”
Sleep. Right. If I’d tried, I could probably have
driven nails with my cock, it was still so hard. How
the hell was I supposed to sleep? Nevertheless, Laura
was right, so I settled in and tried my best to get
some rest.
Well, I must have fallen asleep at some point, because
the next thing I remember is my damn alarm clock going
off.
I got up, went into the bathroom, and got ready for
work. My wife works kind of a weird schedule where she
starts two hours before I do. Now, this means she gets
off work two hours before I do, but I like to sleep in
in the morning, and sometimes it’s kind of nice to
have the house to myself.
So, off to work I go. The commute wasn’t bad, so I got
to work feeling pretty good. However, the first face I
saw was the other guy with the invitation card.
Instead of avoiding me, he actually stopped me at the
door and asked me, “Did you receive an invitation to a
get-together for some kind of club?”
I thought about playing dumb and fucking with his
mind, but I could tell this whole thing was eating at
him a little worse that it was me. “Yeah. Any idea
what it’s about?”
I saw a part of him relax when he found out he wasn’t
the only one to receive a mysterious invitation to a
club that we weren’t supposed to let anyone else know
about. “Not a fucking clue. Did you take the pills
like the doctor told you?”
“Sure. They look like some of the herbal supplements I
take sometimes. I don’t think they’ll harm us.”
He looked kind of anxious when he asked, “Do you know
what they’re supposed to do?”
I laughed a little. “No, but I really doubt the
company is going to give you anything that would
really fuck you up. Did you take yours?”
He played with a button on his shirt like some little
kid who’d been chastised. “Yeah, I guess I just took
them because a doctor told me to.”
I was starting to feel pretty confident in front of
this guy’s obvious anxiety, “Then just keep taking
them and we can find out what this is all about on
Saturday, okay? You are planning on showing up, aren’t
you?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m so curious about this now, nothing
short of my own death could keep me from finding out
what this club is.” He leaned in to me and whispered
conspiratorially, “Especially after telling my wife I
was going out to this thing on Saturday, and having
her turn into some sort of sexual wild woman. She
wouldn’t let me cum, though. I don’t get that. I’m so
frustrated right now that I’d fuck almost anything
with willing pussy.”
Well, he’d sure gotten over the little kid shyness
thing. I glanced at my watch and noticed we had only a
few minutes to get to our desks, so I asked him,
“What’s your name? I’ve seen you almost every day for
the past couple months, and I still don’t know what to
call you.”
My new friend held out his hand and said, “Todd May.
And you are…”
I took his hand and replied, “Tom Revere. Pleased to
meet you. We’d better haul ass.”
The next three days passed with little event. Well,
not exactly little event. Each night when I got home,
Laura would be there for me at the door, and each day,
she’d be dressed more and more provocatively (thank
god we haven’t decided about kids yet).
Friday night, Laura said that there was going to be a
special appetizer for the evening meal. She had me
stand out in the hall until I heard her call my name.
Going into the dining room, I was stunned, but aroused
to find that at my place at the table, my chair was in
its normal place, but on the table in front of it was
my wife, on her back with her legs high in the air.
“Come and get it, honey!” She called out cheerfully.
Well, I’m no dummy. I’d been fucked and sucked royally
for the last three nights, and not allowed to cum. I
was horny as all hell and dashed right over to my
place at the table and buried my face in Laura’s
nicely trimmed, red-haired snatch. I licked her to
three orgasms before she rolled off the table, saying
that she had to save some for tomorrow night.
We ate (food, that is), then puttered around the house
until it was time for bed. I climbed into bed, and
immediately started to get hard in anticipation of the
workout I expected to get. Laura didn’t disappoint me,
and without preamble, she stepped into the room and
immediately plunged her mouth over my cock.
Now, I’d been taking those capsules ever since I’d
received the bottle, and I was getting toward the end
of the supply. I was starting to believe that they
were some sort of aphrodisiac, because I’d been
hornier in the past few days than I could remember.
Then again, I’d been getting fabulous sex each night
and not allowed to climax. That could also account for
my extreme horniness. However, my greatest fear –
terminal blue-balls – never developed, thank god.
Maybe that was another effect of the pills.
The past few nights had been shorter and shorter in
duration, because the more times we had sex with me
not being able to cum, the quicker it took for me to
get close. I didn’t mind, though, I was getting head
and some pussy every night of the week, yahoo! I
definitely didn’t want this to end! Laura certainly
didn’t mind. She nearly jumped on me every chance she
got, the past few days. She was getting hornier by the
second the longer all this went on, too.
Saturday finally came. Even though I hadn’t for four
days.
I looked at the city map I’d bought when we first
moved in to get an idea where I was going for the club
meeting. Fortunately, with a six o’clock start time,
it would still be light out, and would make finding
the place so much easier.
About 3, a horn honked outside, and Laura peeked
through the curtains and said, “There’s my ride. I’ll
see you tonight.” She gave me a peck on the cheek and
that enigmatic smile from a few days ago and dashed
toward the door.
I watched the car pull away from the curb, then went
upstairs and lay on the bed. Feeling like I needed a
nap, I set my alarm for an hour, then dozed for a
little bit.
When the alarm went off, I sat up straight in bed, my
system thinking it was time to go to work. As I
quickly woke up, I remembered what day it was and why
I’d set the alarm. Shutting the alarm off, I went to
the bathroom and took off my clothes, in preparation
for a quick shower.
Before I stepped into the tub, I saw my reflection in
the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom
door. I’ve never been vain before, but for a minute, I
stopped and looked at myself.
I’m not a bad-looking guy, if I do say so myself. A
little grey at the temples, but it’s genetic. My chest
isn’t especially powerful, but it’s what I’ve got. My
belly needs a little toning from years at a desk, but
I’ve seen worse. My Wife’s Best Friend – while resting
– is about two and a half inches long and – when ready
for work – somewhere around six, six and a half inches
long and about five and a half around. My balls, at
that point, were hanging pretty loose, and I reached
down and gently caressed their sides (where they’re
most sensitive) and luxuriated in the sensation that
coursed through me. All-in-all, not a bad total
package. It’s what I have, what I am, and I’m pretty
satisfied.
Anyhow, I got my shower, then found some clothes for
the club meeting. The card said “casual” so I didn’t
find anything real showy, just comfortable. Once I was
dressed, I still had at least an hour before the thing
started, but I figured it might take a little time to
find the place, so I left a little over an hour early,
so I could be sure and find the place I was going in
plenty of time.
The drive was rather pleasant as I moved from the
places I knew into a higher-end, older section of
town. The first thing I noticed was that the houses
seemed to creep farther back away from the street the
more I drove. Also, there seemed to be a lot more big
shade trees in the yards these houses were situated
in.
With a half-hour to spare, I found the address I was
looking for. It was a big, rambling old thing, three
stories tall, with a yard you could play football in.
I learned that I wasn’t the first one there, as there
were several vehicles already parked in various places
in the drive and on the lawn.
Pulling up to the door, a young kid in a suit
skittered over to me and said, “Your name, sir?”
I gave him my name, he pulled a list out of his
pocket, checked it, then came around to the driver’s
door, opened it, and told me, “Go right in, Mr.
Revere.”
I wasn’t going to question. I already figured there
would probably be someone to park my car for me, and
here he was.
The front door was a big, polished hardwood thing, and
I almost expected “abandon hope ye who enter” over the
doorway. Stepping inside, I thought I’d walked into a
hardwood version of the Beverly Hillbillies front
entry.
I was marveling at the workmanship, when I heard a
voice behind me. “Sir, if you will come this way.” I
spun around then stopped short. There was an older
woman, silver hair, but great body. Her tits, while
small, were still perfectly shaped, there appeared to
be no slackness of the skin, her pubic bush was
trimmed short, but was a salt-and-pepper color, in
contrast to the color of the hair on her head. She was
barefoot. How do I know this? She was completely nude!
She repeated while I got my mouth closed, “Please come
this way, sir.”
Dumbfounded, I followed her into a side room, where I
discovered several other naked women of various shapes
and sizes, and before them were men of varying stages
of undress. As each man would take off a piece of
clothing, the ladies would neatly fold it and place it
on a tidy pile. When he was as naked as she, the woman
handed the man a folded towel, who turned around and
opened it, removed a small cloth mask and the woman
helped him to put it on. Once the mask was in place,
the man picked up his towel and went through another
door farther on.
The woman who had greeted me at the door said, “Please
remove your clothes, sir.” I hesitated, and she
continued, “It’s alright. It’s just part of the
process.”
Rather reluctantly, I started to take my clothes off.
Each time I removed something, she reached out and
took it from me, to fold it and place it on a pile.
“You’ll get them all back at the end of the night.
Don’t worry.” As I undressed, I glanced around the
room a little. I recognized two of the ladies as women
in my office. I wondered if I would ever look at them
the same again. When I thought I was done, the woman
said, “The watch, too. Time means nothing here.” I
gave up my watch, feeling more naked than ever, but
then was presented with my towel.
After watching the other men in the room, I turned
around and placed the folded towel on the little table
behind me, then opened it up. Inside, there was the
little cloth mask, sort of like a Lone Ranger style
mask, it only covered the area around the eyes.
Something I hadn’t noticed on the other men’s masks,
since I hadn’t been close enough, was the fact that
there was a number embroidered on the front side of
the mask. I wondered what this was for, but the same
number was embroidered on the towel. My number was
124. Standing up straight, I placed the mask over my
eyes and let my assistant tie it onto my head. When
this was all done, she said, “Now, sir, if you would
just step into the room over there…” she indicated a
doorway, a different one than the one I’d seen all the
other men go through.
Wondering why I had to go somewhere other than where
everybody else was going, I nonetheless entered the
door indicated. Inside was another man, whose mask
number was 1. He had been sitting in a large wingback
chair, but stood when I entered. When he stood, I
noticed that he had tied his towel around his waist,
like you would after a shower. Now why didn’t I think
of that?
The man was older, but still built sturdily, as if he
took great effort to keep himself in shape. He held
out his hand to me, saying, “Welcome, Tom. For the
rest of the evening, though, you are Member 124. It’s
a little silly, these masks, but they’ve become
something of a tradition. Ah, here’s our other
newcomer.” He stepped around me and extended his hand
to a man who could only have been Todd. He gave
roughly the same introduction to him as he did to me,
then stepped back so he could address both of us.
“Gentlemen, I’m sure you’re wondering what the hell is
going on. Sorry for the vagueness of the invitations,
but it is necessary, since not everyone would
understand what goes on here. If you haven’t guessed,
I’m really Roger Harrison, the head of the company
where you work, but for tonight, I am member 1.
“A little history is in order at this point. Don’t
worry, we’ve got plenty of time, they won’t start
anything without me.
“This little club started about fifteen years ago.
There were just six of us then, three couples who were
interested in expanding our sexual experiences a bit.
We tried wife swapping, full-out orgies, even gave
each other a try, men and women alike. While we
greatly enjoyed all this, and we continued for many
years just us six, we started to desire more yet. So
we introduced others. The ladies discreetly screened
other women, while us men kept an eye out for men who
would fit the mold we had created. Through the years,
there have been many members, some of whom were
clients in town only for a few days, but as the
numbers you’ve been assigned show, there have been
many members, even members who attended only once and
discovered it wasn’t for them. What exactly is this
club? Why have you had to remove all your clothes?
What requirements did you meet? I’m sure you have many
questions. I will tell you, there is still the
occasional swing party, but primarily, this group has
evolved into a bukkake club. If you don’t know what
that means, the simple description is: There is
typically one woman in the center of many men. They
may have sex with her, they may not, but ultimately,
the goal is to cover the woman in sperm. Regardless of
whether they fuck the woman or not, when they
ejaculate, the idea is for it to land on her. When it
is all over, and the men can cum no more, the woman is
literally bathed in semen. We were doing it in our
group long before the term had come into use in Japan,
where they popularized it.
“I assume you both have been taking the supplements
the doctor gave you, and drinking a lot of water? I’m
sure your wives have kept you on the edge for the past
several days. You’re probably ready to fuck nearly
anything that’s hot and wet. The whole idea is for you
to have a lot of built up sperm. Between the
supplements and water, and the treatment your wives
have given you, you can expect your volume of semen to
be significantly more than it usually is. Also, don’t
be surprised if you can get it up and cum two, maybe
three times tonight. Some of the members who are in
good physical shape can ejaculate four or five times
in an evening.
“If you find you can and want to go more than once,
please wait until it appears that all in attendance
who wish to have had their turn before returning.
“So, this is the opening pep talk that all new members
get. If you discover it isn’t for you, when the next
invitation arrives, simply ignore it and you will
receive no more. However, if you decide you do wish
not to participate again, I ask that you mention it to
no one. Everything that happens here is legal and
consentual. No one is being asked to do anything that
he or she does not do willingly. Now, if you are
ready, please follow me.”
Mr. Harrison – I mean, Member 1 turned and led us
through a doorway and down a set of stairs. As we
descended, instead of getting cooler – like most
basements are – the temperature rose. When my eyes
adjusted to the dim lighting, I saw many other men,
some wearing their towels, some not, in various
locations around the room. Some sat in chairs and
simply lounged, others had glasses in their hands. I
found out later it was simply water, to remain
hydrated in the warm room. There were a few of the
women from upstairs scattered among the men, and a few
women I hadn’t seen before in the crowd. There had to
be upward of forty people in the room (yes, the room
was very large). The men were all wearing masks, but
none of the women were.
In the center of the room there was a small raised
area, like a stage. This was covered in some sort of
rubberized material, I assumed for ease of cleaning.
Most of the lighting was aimed toward the stage.
After a few minutes, Member 1 stepped up to the edge
of the stage and clapped his hands for attention.
“Gentlemen… and ladies, welcome to my home. We all
know why we are here this evening, so let’s not delay.
Kindly bring in this evening’s participant.”
A part was made in the crowd across from me, and two
naked women led someone into the room. This someone
was wearing a long robe with a hood over their face,
so it was hard to tell if the person was male or
female. The lack of body hair on the legs sticking out
the bottom of the robe pointed toward female.
The trio stopped in the center of the room on the
stage, the two unrobed ladies gave a small bow to
Member 1, then turned to their charge and undid the
belt on the robe. The robed woman went to her knees,
head bowed, then the other two removed the robe from
her.
Long red hair fell around the woman’s face, and my
astonishment simply compounded when the subject woman
raised her head. This woman was my wife, Laura!
I didn’t know what to do. Here I was, ready to join a
large group of men in covering a woman with cum, only
to find out the woman we would be covering was my own
woman! The situation was solved for me by Member 1,
who said to the room, “We have two new members this
evening, and as is our custom, the newcomers get first
turn. Members 124 and 125, please come forward!”
Todd stepped forward. I could tell he was ready to do
whatever he had to to get at my wife. I quickly joined
him. I saw a start of recognition on Laura’s face when
she saw me come forward. Apparently, she saw through
the mask and could tell it was me. Of course, the mask
didn’t cover much, and she’d seen me nude so many
times over the past seven years plus that she
recognized me simply by my body.
She didn’t let that stop her, though. She reached out
for both our cocks, and I could see a look of lust I’d
never, ever seen come over her. Something like a sex-
frenzy was taking over my wife, and not my presence –
or probably even her parents’ – would have diminished
it.
I didn’t know Laura had this side to her. She was the
center of a major gangbang, and she was going fucking
wild. Her head was bobbing up and down Todd’s cock,
and I found that I felt no jealousy, merely arousal,
at the sight. Apparently some sort of sexual fever was
taking over me, too.
Turning to me, Laura took one, then both my balls into
her mouth and played with them with her tongue, then
worked her way up to the tip of my penis before taking
me all the way to the root down her throat. Meanwhile,
I’d lost track of where Todd had gone, but when I
looked up, I discovered he’d moved behind my wife and
was lining up to fuck her. My voice seemed to come
from somewhere else when I said, “Go on, bud, fuck the
bitch. Make her howl.” Laura moaned in ecstasy around
my prick when she heard that.
Todd plunged into my wife’s cunt in one thrust,
pushing her forward on my dick, forcing me further
down her throat. She gagged a little, but recovered
quickly, and continued giving me a fantastic blowjob.
Well, this past week had me on a hair trigger, and the
intensity of this whole situation had me ready to pop
at a moment’s notice, so Laura’s frantic ministrations
on me brought me to the edge in short order.
Todd was getting close, too, and I realized I could
fulfill a fetish of mine finally. “Come up here, 125,
and cum in her hair. Let’s fill this long, red hair
with jizz.”
Well, there was no more needed to be said, Todd pulled
out and came to Laura’s side and almost immediately
started squirting into her flowing hair. I quickly
joined him, and shot one onto her forehead before I
could bow her head down enough for me to finish in her
hair.
Cum was right. I must have cum almost five times as
much as usual. It came and came and came, some of the
thickest, whitest jizz I’ve ever seen. My cock had
never shot so much, and it was almost all in Laura’s
beautiful hair. Todd had benefited from the doc’s
supplements, as well, and between the two of us, my
wife’s hair was plastered to the top of her head and
all down her back.
Now, however, since we had both shot our loads, it was
time for us to step down and let someone else have a
chance.
Three more men stepped up and started to work on
Laura. She took one of them in her mouth, while
another got behind and pushed into her wet cunt. The
third started mauling her tits, something I know she
loves, and after only a few minutes, the guy in her
pussy pulled out and shot all over her back. He left
and the man at her tits moved around into place. This
fellow, though, was aiming a little high for her cunt,
and it occurred to me after a short moment that he was
fixing to ass-fuck my wife!
Slowly, he worked his way into her asshole, and Laura
grunted a little in discomfort. We’d only tried this
once before, and she didn’t have a very good time of
it. However, instead of calling the whole thing off,
she concentrated harder on the cock in her mouth and
let the guy in back take his time. About the time the
guy in her ass started to pump, the one in her mouth
pulled out and shot all over her face.
Now, she had two loads in her hair, one across her
back, and a big one dripping off her cheeks. I’d never
seen my wife so gorgeous. And there were still over
thirty-five people yet to go!
As each man sprayed his cum on Laura’s body, he moved
away, to be replaced by another. For a long while, my
wife’s holes were never left empty for long, including
her ass. One by one the guys squirted semen on Laura’s
skin. Several of them took a cue from me and jizzed
off in her hair.
Occasionally, one of the women arrayed around the room
would remove her hand from her pussy and step up to
the platform. My cock leaped back to attention when I
saw my cum-covered wife plunge her face into the
waiting cunt offered to her. Indifferent to gender, my
wife was turning into a sex-crazed fiend! She never
looked better.
Laura ate pussy and sucked cock, and took whatever she
was given. I saw a couple of the women actually
ejaculate in Laura’s face, simply adding to the male
cum there.
Looking around the room, there was a lot of
masturbation going on, from men and women alike. Once
in a while, a guy would simply step up to my wife,
spray her with his load, then step back. Eventually,
that’s all that could be done, unless a guy didn’t
mind getting jizz all over his body, too. A few still
wanted blowjobs, and a couple fucked her, to come away
with cum smeared on their bellies and thighs, but they
obviously didn’t mind.
Well, I finally felt like I needed to go off again, so
I turned to Todd, who nodded at me, and we both
stepped onto the platform and stood before my jizz-
drenched wife. We were joined by another man, and
another, until there were six guys in a circle jerk
around my wife. Laura, however, couldn’t see us all
there, her eyes were closed and her face was a mask of
cum.
I finally realized why the room was so warm. It was
only partially for the comfort of all the nude bodies;
it was primarily for the comfort of the cum-covered
“subject”. I guess it would be really hard to explain
at the doctor’s office: “How did I get pneumonia?
Well, the room was kind of cold, and I was covered
head-to-toe in cum…”
Almost as one, the group of men spread around Laura
started to squirt. Even though I was pretty sure all
of us had already cum on my wife once, the thick
streams of sperm that splattered on her this time
weren’t much diminished from the first.
All fucking was abandoned now. Laura’s skin was simply
a cum-receptacle. Of course, that’s all she’d been all
evening, but now nobody was opening any of her holes,
except when she decided to open her mouth and catch
somebody’s offering on her tongue.
I don’t know how much time passed. It didn’t really
matter. That was why they took our watches at the
door. Time really was irrelevant here. Only pleasure
mattered. And it appeared that getting covered in cum
was a great pleasure to my wife.
Once more, I glanced around to see what other folks
were doing, to find that in some corners, the erotic
tension had gotten to be too much. There was a lot of
fucking and sucking going on. Some of the women were
acting as “fluffers” for the men, getting them ready
for their next big burst on my wife’s body. Some of
the men were simply easing the women’s horniness,
lapping at damp, twitching pussies until their owners
screamed in delight. In a couple of spots, there were
even some men taking care of one another, there being
a much larger proportion of men to women in the room.
Meanwhile, my wife knelt in the center of the room on
her little stage, awaiting the offerings that got a
little more sporadic and a little smaller in quantity.
Finally, Mr. D… I mean, Member 1 stepped into the
light and left his deposit on Laura’s face, then he
turned and announced, “I believe it is time to call
this to a close. Are there any last members who wish
to contribute?” He looked around the room, settling
his gaze significantly in my direction.
After I stared back a moment, I realized I had one
more cum in me. My cock stiffened at the thought of
getting my Laura one more time, after she’d been cum
on by so many people, both men and women. Cock at the
ready, I stepped into the light. Member 1 smiled, then
turned to the rest of the room. “Any others?”
Todd quickly took a step forward, followed by one more
man and a woman.
Member 1 nodded at the four of us. “Very good. Come
on, then. Give this slut her last drenchings of the
evening!”
I hung back a little, just gently stroking my hard-on
enough to keep it stiff, but not enough to get too
close to the edge too fast. I was pretty surprised and
proud of myself. This would be three cums in however
many hours. I’d cum up to four times in twenty-four
hours, but never before had I cum so many times
without the last ones being major work. Here I was,
though, almost as fresh as when I’d started this whole
deal.
The woman in our little group stepped up to Laura and
gasped for her to lean back with her face up. The
woman was rubbing her clit frantically and was pulling
on one nipple so hard I thought for a minute she’d
pull it completely off. She didn’t, though, and in no
time, she was quivering and squirting her girl-cum in
my wife’s face.
Seeing this gal squirt got the other two guys right to
the edge, and they quickly got up on either side of
Laura. Todd came on her cum-slicked tits, while the
other guy splashed in her nasty, spermy hair.
As Todd and the other guy moved away, it was my turn.
I wanted to be the last one to have my wife tonight. I
think that had been the intention all along.
I don’t know if I ever loved my wife more than that
moment. She was so slicked down with the cum of many
men and a few women, it only vaguely looked like her.
I knew who was under all that semen, though, and I
reveled in the fact that this cum queen was mine.
I quietly asked her to straighten up, then I
approached her carefully, since the floor all around
her was pretty wet, and I assumed, slippery. Coming up
close to her, I moved in until my cockhead bumped her
nose. A string of jizz stretched away when she pulled
back in surprise, but then she realized what I wanted
her to do.
Laura opened her mouth and slurped my cock down and
into her throat. Her mouth has never ceased to please
me, and this time was no exception. She was so horny,
her whole body was shaking (she couldn’t have been
cold, between the room temperature and the stage’s
lighting, it was damn warm). I’m sure, if I hadn’t
minded getting myself all smeared with jizz, that
she’d have had no problem with me fucking her. But, I
was feeling squeamish, so I contented myself with
Laura’s over-worked mouth.
Now, usually, after the second time cumming, it takes
some “laying on of hands” to get me off again. But,
whether it was the supplements I’d been taking or the
whole fucking erotic scene, I was ready to shoot again
after only a few minutes.
Suddenly, I felt my orgasm take over my body. This one
felt no different from the others I’d had this
evening. It felt fucking fabulous, too! No indication
that I’d already cum twice; in fact, I think I may
have shot off more that I had the first two times, if
that was possible. I couldn’t tell, because Laura
never took her mouth off my cock!
Laura kept her lips tight around my cockhead while I
came, and from what I could tell, she wasn’t
swallowing any of it. When she was satisfied I was
finished, she let go of my cock, then leaned back a
little and opened her mouth, showing me the pool of
cum on her tongue. To my surprise, her mouth was
almost half-full of my sperm! This evening was
certainly proving to be miraculous.
Once Laura had convinced herself I had seen my cum in
her mouth, she closed up and swallowed it down. Mine
was the only load she swallowed all night. The rest
was all over her body.
I wanted to lean down and kiss her, but again, my
squeamishness about all the cum on her deterred me. I
started to move away, but noticed a couple of the
people still looking at me expectantly. Immediately, I
knew what they were expecting. They all knew this was
my wife, and they wanted my acknowledgement that what
she had just gone through was okay by me, my
participation notwithstanding.
For probably more than a minute, I stood there,
looking from face to face. Almost all of them not
engaged in their own pleasure were looking for me to
kiss my wife.
Finally, I turned back to Laura. Sometime while I
debated, she or somebody had managed to wipe her eyes
enough for her to open them, and they were now turned
to me. The wanton vibrations in her body, coupled with
the pleading, desperate look in her eyes and the slimy
coating she had on probably every inch of her
eventually decided it for me.
Laura did this freely. She wanted to be a bukkake
queen. Obviously, this whole experience turned her on
immensely. It was a great turn-on for her, and for me.
Before, she’d been reluctant to let me cum on her
face. I was sure that now, if I really wanted to, I
could cum anywhere on her or in her. Her ass was now
freely open to me, something I’d hoped for a long
time. From what Mr. Harrison/Member 1 said, there was
even a modicum of swinging that went on in this group.
I found myself wondering when the next party was…
Lovingly, I leaned over and pressed my lips to my
wife’s cum-slick lips. The slippery feel, unlike
anything I had felt before, was fabulous! Laura’s
tongue probed my lips, urging them open, and I
responded by opening up and plunging my tongue into
her mouth. The flavor of mixed semen came into my
mouth at that, and I found it to be a very unusual –
though not entirely unpleasant – taste.
When I broke the kiss, I looked into Laura’s eyes a
moment. Among the desperate horniness, I could see
some relief, and a lot of love. I could tell that I’d
be in for a great fuck when I got home.
If I could still get it up.
Part 2: The Shower Room
When I stepped back from Laura, it was pretty obvious
that the festivities (at least this part of them) were
over. Several people shuffled toward the door, while
others hung around, still lost in their own individual
ecstasies. There were no drugs or alcohol here,
though. Everybody was just getting high on the sexual
energy that had been generated.
A handful of women came to Laura and escorted her out
of the room. After everything that had gone on
tonight, I was ready to follow my wife wherever she
went. Member 1 singled Todd and me out, though,
motioning for us to follow him.
We were led into a room adjoining where the party had
occurred. It was indicated we should sit, so sit we
did. Again we were addressed by Member 1.
“You may remove your masks now.” We did, and a naked
young woman I vaguely recognized from work took them
and disappeared.
“Well, gentlemen? What did you think?”
Todd gushed. “Wow! That was fucking amazing!” He
suddenly realized who he was talking to, then
apologized, “Sorry. Can I talk like that here?”
Mr. Harrison, who had removed his own mask, laughed.
“Of course. You aren’t at work, and considering what
you’ve just participated in, I think it’s fairly
appropriate. And before either of you try: here, I’m
Roger. Screw that ‘Mr. Harrison’ stuff. That’s only
for work.
“Tom, what did you think of this evening’s
activities?”
I knew how I wanted to reply, but wasn’t sure how
honest I should be. Eventually, though, I decided
honesty was best. “This was the most mind-blowing
thing I’ve ever seen or done. I never expected my wife
to be into something like this.”
Suddenly, I realized what I’d just said. Todd looked
at me in surprise. I expected him to think of me as
some kind of wimp, not able to satisfy Laura, to have
her turn to something like this evening’s event. “That
was your wife? God damn, man! You are the luckiest
fucker in the world! I wish my wife would loosen up
enough to do something like what happened tonight.”
Roger again laughed. He turned to a large-screen
television setup and hit the power switch.
What came on the screen boggled my mind, and Todd’s
eyes bugged out.
The scene was of a shower setup, with the heads
arrayed around on the walls. But it wasn’t empty. It
was where the entourage had taken my wife.
Laura was in the center of a cluster of women, and
they all were rubbing up against her, smearing jizz
all over their own bodies.
I’ll tell you, this was a fucking erotic sight. Just
seeing that many women pressing themselves against
each other was arousing enough, but knowing the one in
the center was my wife just made it so much hotter.
Todd was drooling. After a few minutes, he turned to
Roger and babbled, “That… that’s my wife!”
With a laugh, Roger replied, “Yes, yes it is.”
“Which one?”
Todd pointed to a good-looking woman with relatively
small tits, but a fantastic ass and legs. “Her. The
blond with her hand on your wife’s ass.”
I looked at the woman he indicated and was impressed.
I wouldn’t mind cumming on her sometime in the future.
Honestly but rather inadequately, I said, “Good
looking lady.”
The scene in the shower, meanwhile, was turning into a
big lez-fest, with my wife as the center attraction.
Now that everyone in the room had cum on them
somewhere they broke away from the big cluster that
was going on when the TV had come on. Two or three
ladies held up my wife, one knelt between her legs and
ate her pussy, while a couple more sucked her nipples.
When Laura climaxed, the ladies all traded places. One
by one, each woman in the shower room took her turn
between my wife’s legs. They didn’t stop licking
Laura’s pussy until she had cum, so by the time all
the women in the room had had their turns eating her,
Laura had cum eight or nine times!
Of course, after that many orgasms, Laura was pretty
wiped out. The ladies who had been holding her up
eased her to the floor, onto a big towel laid out on
the tile. Now, it was Laura’s turn to give each of the
ladies a thank you cum.
I’d never seen my wife with another woman. It was
definitely something I wanted to see again. One after
one, the ladies all squatted over Laura’s face and
stayed there, moaning and squirming until my wife
brought them over the edge to screaming climaxes.
When Todd’s wife got her turn, Todd went nuts. He had
his cock in his hand and was stroking away, oblivious
to the fact that we’d both cum quite a few times
already tonight. He was mumbling to himself, “Oh,
yeah, Molly… Sit on the bitch’s face. Make her get
you off like you did her…”
I guess I was just a little too stunned to do much of
anything. My cock knew what to do, though. It was just
as stiff as if I hadn’t cum at all that night. I
didn’t want to stroke it (well, I did… This was an
amazingly sexy scene being played out in front of me),
because I’d been promised the best fuck of my life
when I got home. Nevertheless, I finally broke down
and took my hard shaft in my hand and started to make
myself feel good, while watching my wife tongue all
the women in the shower room to orgasm.
I already told you that Todd was masturbating to the
show on the TV. Looking over in the other direction, I
saw that Roger had taken himself in hand and was
leisurely running his fingers up and down his hard-on,
sort of like I was. Evidently the sight of so many
women pleasuring each other got all three of us going.
I could hardly wait to get home!
Once Laura had licked the last of the women to a
shrieking cum, she was once more helped to her feet.
Now, it was time to get the results of the evening’s
adventure cleaned off. Shampoo and soap were brought
out, and I discovered how the showers worked. There
apparently were a few heads in the ceiling as well,
because it seemed that water sprayed from just about
everywhere but the floor.
Laura was in the center of the room, where most of the
water seemed to be. She was getting sprayed from all
sides, and she simply stood there and blissfully
received the blessing of the water on her poor(?)
abused(?) body.
While my wife was luxuriating, the other girls were
getting ready for their assault. Laura was pulled into
a “dead” area where the water seemed not to spray
quite so hard, and everybody attacked her at once.
Soap and shampoo flew everywhere. My wife was now in
the center of a cleaning frenzy. It had to be a weird,
but wonderful feeling, to have all those hands sliding
over her body at the same time. At one point in the
cleaning, the women washing Laura stood back,
revealing my wife covered head-to-toe in soap suds. It
wasn’t quite as arousing as seeing her plastered in
semen, but it definitely had its own appeal.
Laura was then pulled back into the water spray and
the soap and shampoo was rinsed away, helped along by
the helpful hands of her assistants.
Now clean, once more it appeared that Laura was to
reciprocate.
The first woman who stepped up to Laura just happened
to be Todd’s wife, who I assumed from his mumbling
earlier, was called Molly. Todd looked like he was in
voyeur’s heaven, seeing his wife and the woman he’d
just helped cover with cum showering together.
Molly just stood and let Laura gently caress her soapy
hands over her luscious curves. I don’t know how much
actual cleaning was getting done, but was that really
important? I know I really liked seeing my wife with
another good-looking woman. Eventually, Molly was
covered head-to-foot with soap, just like Laura had
been. Then, Laura guided her into the water spray.
Once there, Laura started to help slick the soap from
Molly’s body. It seemed for a while, though, that the
girls were just a little too close together for either
of them to be getting clean. When they shifted a
little bit, I found out that While Molly rinsed, my
naughty little wife had worked a hand into Molly’s
cunt, and was rubbing her to a nice, sexy climax.
I had no idea if that was what was supposed to happen
in the shower, but I do know that, as soon as his wife
started cumming, Todd gave out a yell and started
shooting again.
Roger simply glanced over as if it was something that
happened all the time. Maybe it did. The girl who had
taken our masks away appeared again, wiped the jizz
off the floor, then knelt down and licked Todd’s
deflating cock clean. When the girl got up and
disappeared into whatever corner she was waiting in,
Todd slammed back into his chair, exhausted.
Well, I can tell you, I was getting to the point of
wanting to join Todd in jacking off to this
fantastically erotic sight. Watching my Laura lovingly
give each woman in the shower her own cleaning with
her bare hands had the jizz rising in me pretty
quickly. I still wanted to wait, though, hoping after
all this that Laura would still have energy enough to
give me that fuck she’d promised.
As it went on, it appeared my wife was getting more
into washing each successive woman’s body, because she
seemed to fondle breasts a little more, and linger a
little longer between each woman’s legs than she did
the one before. As well, she made sure that before
each woman stepped out of the shower, she was given
another raging orgasm. When it came time to do the
last couple of ladies, it seemed like a long, slow
tease, both on my side of the TV screen as well as
there in the shower room. Those last two women were
quivering with erotic tension well before their
showers were over, and when Laura finally made them
cum, they damn near collapsed from the intensity.
How I wished I was there in the shower room with
Laura! I was about ready to fuck anything with a
pussy, and there with my wife, there was plenty of it
to choose from. I found myself hoping that this whole
thing was over now, and Laura and I could go home, and
I could finally get off on my wife. (I know, I
already… shit, you know what I mean.)
In the room where I was, Todd had perked up a bit, and
I noticed that Roger had called the young lady who had
been waiting on us over. Roger had the girl on the
floor in front of him and she was fondling and kissing
his balls while he masturbated. The girl was staring
directly into his eyes, and when Roger started
cumming, she only closed them when a spurt of semen
landed across her left eye.
When he was finished, and he saw that the ladies in
the shower room were toweling each other off, Roger
announced, “I think that’s all for this evening.” He
then held out a hand to the girl on the floor, who had
only wiped her face enough that she could open her
eyes. She stood next to him, proudly wearing his jizz
on her face. Roger put an arm around the girl’s waist
and rested his hand on her far hip. “I hope you boys
had a good time, and I certainly hope your wife had a
good time, Tom. Will we see you next time?”
Todd gushed, “Oh my god, yes! Think you could get my
wife to do this?”
Roger laughed. “Negotiations are under way. Believe it
or not, many ladies are waiting to try this for the
first time.” He turned to the girl at his side.
“Aren’t they, darling?”
She nodded, huskily adding, “And a lot are waiting to
do it again.”
I said, “I’ll participate again, most definitely. I’d
prefer to have my wife here, though.”
Roger replied, “Oh yes. Most of the women here are
spouses or girlfriends. Only a chosen few of them are
unattached.”
“Well then, I’m in.”
Roger smiled. “Wonderful. You’ll both receive an
invitation for next time, then. Now then, my friends,
it’s time to go.”
Todd and I both rose from our seats and shook hands
with Roger, thanking him for a fantastic evening. A
quick glance back to the TV showed the shower room
empty. Where the women had gone, I had no idea.
Presumably, they were getting dressed and heading back
home, too.
The girl who wore Roger’s cum on her face stayed in
the room. The way she clung to him, I had a suspicion
of what they’d be doing once Todd and I were gone.
Another, older woman accompanied us back to where we
retrieved our clothes, then we stood outside the door
while the kid who’d parked our cars got them.
Before we left, Todd and I agreed we’d have to get
together with our wives for a night out sometime. We
then got in our cars and started home.
Part 3: Home Again, Home Again
Posted: July 11, 2004 – 11:50:29 am
My cock was hard the whole way home. It knew what was
coming. I’d cum a lot tonight, but I’d saved one. I
was sure of it.
I left the door open for Laura when I got in the
house. Then, I went to the bathroom and cleaned up,
stripped and sat down in the living room.
For a while, I wanted to touch my hard-on, but
refrained, figuring that it’d get plenty of attention
when Laura got home, if she was true to her word. Of
course, the anticipation of her arrival was
excruciating, and even without any further
stimulation, my cock drooled pre-cum while I waited.
Well, even as worked up as I was, the evening had
still apparently taken a lot out of me, because I
found myself waking up. Of course, what woke me was
the sensation of my wife’s lips wrapped around my
still-stiff dick. Looking into Laura’s face, I
detected a gleam of horniness sparkling in her eyes.
Evidently her “ordeal” with the bukkake and the
orgasms she’d experienced in the shower room with the
ladies had only helped to fuel her arousal.
That was fine with me.
I’d been briefly afraid that Laura would be too worn
out after the evening’s festivities to honor her
promise to fuck me silly. What a foolish thought. Had
I been in a similar situation, most likely I would be
too pooped to pop, but fortunately for me, the female
anatomy works in different and mysterious ways.
No, to my delight, my wife was more than ready to take
me up on her offer of a wild fuck. I decided to let
Laura take the lead, though, since she hadn’t been
able to all night. Besides, the grim reality of my own
anatomy was starting to catch up with me.
Laura caught on that I was leaving her with the keys
to the car, so she just went right to town. She worked
me like a cock-hungry slut – which, I guess, at the
time, she was. She fondled and sucked my cock, tickled
and teased my balls, all with an energy that told me
she wasn’t tired in the least.
Part of me was really surprised that she wanted to
suck me at that point. I thought she’d be so hungry to
get my cock in her pussy that she’d just plop right
down on my shaft first chance she got. Even so, I
wasn’t complaining in the least.
After a long while of Laura giving me some of the best
head I’d ever received, she started rubbing her face
all over my cock and balls. The feeling and sight of
her caressing her face with my hard-on was unlike
anything I’d experienced before. From her face, she
rose up and sandwiched my cock between her tits and
slid up and down for a little while.
Now, I love tit-fucking my wife, but I was starting to
get hot for her pussy. Nevertheless, I restrained
myself from pulling her up and skewering her with my
throbbing erection, contenting myself for the moment
with the wonderful sensation of her breasts wrapped
around my cock.
Laura has learned how to read me like the proverbial
book, because just as she had me on the verge of
cumming between her glorious tits, she backed off. A
little whimper escaped me, but I reminded myself that
I’d left it up to her to decide how she wanted this
played out.
It surprised me that even as horny as Laura was, she
still was capable of controlling herself enough to
tease the shit out of me. She stood up, then leaned in
toward me, shoving her tits in my face. Taking this
cue quickly, I wrapped my arms around her waist and
locked my mouth onto a nipple.
Laura squealed when I gently bit down a little, then
switched to the other breast and nibbled on that one,
too. I was really loving the reactions I was getting
out of my desperately horny wife, just from sucking
her tits.
Somewhere in the midst of my oral breast mauling, I
reached down and squeezed Laura’s perfect ass. While I
was doing this, I felt Laura raise up a little, then
settle back down with a gasp. In one seamless motion,
she’d impaled herself on my eager hard-on! Her pussy
was hotter and slicker than I ever remembered it
being. Her adventure this evening had definitely
gotten her good and worked up.
A purr of satisfaction welled up from Laura’s throat
when she felt my shaft hit bottom inside her. With a
brief wiggle, she began a slow rocking motion which
soon accelerated into a mad plunging up and down on my
cock. Soon, Laura stiffened and a shudder went through
her body, which was accompanied with a low moan as she
had her first orgasm since arriving home.
Again, Laura played me like a virtuoso and stopped
just as I was on the verge of joining her in orgasm.
She jumped off my lap and held out her hands to me,
saying, “Come on. I want you on top. Let’s go
upstairs.”
I got up and we dashed to the bedroom. Laura flopped
down on her back on the bed and immediately spread her
legs like a cheap whore with a quota to meet. “Fuck
me, Tom! Pound my pussy!”
Well, I certainly wasn’t going to pass up an
invitation like that! I got between Laura’s legs and
aimed my hard-on at her hot, sloppy cunt. A single
thrust of my hips buried me to the root in her pussy.
Before I had a chance to get adjusted, Laura was
yelling at me, “Fuck me, dammit! C’mon!”
Fine, she wanted to get fucked, I’d oblige. I started
slamming my cock into my wife’s swampy cunt, my belly
slapped hard against her crotch, and I inched her up
the bed little by little, until her head bumped the
wall. Laura reached back and braced herself against
the wall, but I wasn’t going to let up, even though
pounding so hard was wearing me down in a hurry.
One thing was certain though. Even though fucking hard
like this felt fantastic, it was making me tired
enough that I wasn’t going to be able to get over the
edge to orgasm. Was that good or bad?
Nevertheless, my brutal banging against Laura’s clit
was enough to get her off again, and once her orgasm
subsided, I fell back onto the bed to recover a
little. The porn stars don’t tell you how much that
loud, frantic shit wears you out. I still hadn’t cum
yet, though, and I certainly didn’t want to end this
before I’d gotten off somewhere within my wife’s body.
Laura wasn’t through, anyway. Seeing that that last
one sort of tired me out (my body, not my cock: it was
still stiff as an iron bar), she leaned over and
sucked me again for a while, licking her cunt juice
off my hard-on.
When I was ready to go again, I propped myself up a
little and watched as my wife orally loved my cock.
Laura caught my eye as she licked me, and gave a
little smile while she continued.
For a few minutes more, Laura sucked and tongued my
cock and balls, tasting herself on me, something she
hadn’t been interested in doing before. When every
inch of my crotch was licked clean and glistened with
her saliva, Laura bounced up, gave me a wide, spit-
shiny grin, then got on all fours next to me.
“Fuck my ass now, Tom. I loved it so much earlier when
those other guys butt-fucked me. I want you to do it
now.” I was up and behind her in a second.
Even though it’s meant to lubricate a larger opening,
Laura’s pussy was leaking so much, it seemed a shame
not to put all that slick fluid to use. I slid my cock
into her cunt and pushed it back and forth a couple
times, then pulled out and smeared juice all over her
waiting asshole.
I expected some resistance when I placed my cockhead
at the entrance to Laura’s butt. This time, though, I
found no reluctance. Where, in the past, I’d met with
slow going when trying the anal route with my wife, I
found she was now loosened up and ready to go.
This was not to say it was a snap to get my hard-on
buried up Laura’s ass. It just means that it was
significantly easier than I’d experienced with her in
the past. Her rear hole was still wonderfully tight,
and it gripped my cock with an exceptionally pleasing
firmness.
Laura was a little slower to demand I fuck her hard
here, though. She was willing and able to take me with
more ease than ever before, but evidently some of the
erotic adrenaline from earlier had ebbed a little, and
it was taking her a little bit longer to get
accustomed to being filled so much back there. I was
willing to be patient. This wasn’t a regular
occurrence for us, so I could accept having to wait a
bit for her to be fully ready. Besides, it felt really
fucking good!
After a minute or so, Laura indicated she was ready. I
slowly started to pump in and out of her butt, and the
sensation was fantastic! I hoped we’d be doing this
more often in the future!
It didn’t take very long before Laura was yelling at
me to fuck her harder, just like she had earlier when
I was pounding her pussy. I obliged, but not quite as
strenuously as I did before. I intended on shooting
off in my wife’s glorious ass this time around.
I’m not sure why, but this time fucking Laura’s
fabulous butt felt better than it ever had before.
Possibly it was the fact that we were both still
riding on the waves of the most amazing sexual evening
we’d ever experienced. For my part, I’m pretty sure
part of it was the fact that Laura initiated the
attempt at anal, and the fact that it wasn’t major
work to get my cock pushed inside.
One thing that usually kills the mood of lovemaking
for me is the notion that my wife isn’t having a good
time. The first (and last) few times we’d tried anal
weren’t a revelation. They were work. And while after
a while, Laura relaxed enough to let herself get lost
in the sensation of being filled, it still took so
much time and concentration that the pleasure was
short-lived. Physically for me, the experience was
wonderful, but emotionally, the fact that it had been
so hard on Laura tarnished the pleasure.
This time, though, it was fan-fucking-tastic! Laura
asked for this, and was having a grand old time,
getting her asshole stretched. And I’d be lying
through my teeth if I said I wasn’t having an
incredible time stretching it!
But, all good things must come to an end, and this was
no exception. Eventually, my cock sliding in and out
of Laura’s hot ass got me up and over the edge, and as
I yelled out my orgasm, I sprayed my wife’s insides
with my whatever-th cum of the evening.
Laura had been strangely quiet while I butt-fucked
her, and I found out later that she’d been
experiencing small, but intense, cums the whole time
my cock was in her ass, and eventually she simply
passed out. A part of me said that she’d fallen
asleep, but when we were cuddling after, Laura
admitted that getting her rear fucked this time had
been more intense than anything she’d ever experienced
before.
Anyhow, when I found Laura there with her butt in the
air, her head and shoulders on the bed, apparently
dead to the world, my cock shriveled in short order.
Suddenly the elation of orgasm was replaced with the
depression of self-doubt. I straightened Laura out so
she’d be more comfortable, and in doing so, caused her
to stir. It was then that I found out that she hadn’t
fallen asleep and admitted she’d enjoyed getting her
ass fucked immensely. A wave of relief swept through
me, and I reached over to her and pulled her to my
side.
Just as I started to drift off, Laura asked, “So, was
it worth the wait?”
Sleepily, I replied, “Oh, god, yes.”