Viagra Bounce

The Double D – Viagra Bounce

By Al Hilton

Story Code: MF+ cons cheat 1^st anal

Events around a past lover’s upcoming wedding gets a man into trouble.

Disclaimer:

The usual warnings apply. This is an adult story, about an adult topic, written for adults. If you are too young or prefer not to read this type of material, then don’t. This story contains material of an explicit nature about the relationship between people. It is not for children. The author does not advocate, encourage or promote real world practice of the acts depicted within, especially those which pertain to non-consensual or unprotected sex.

Now if you have gotten past the warning, join me as I pull another fantasy out of that dark place in the back of my mind where I keep all my fantasies.

Note to Reader: This story continues from the end of “The Double D”. To make this story complete by itself, or to refresh memories, I’ve included the last part of “The Double D” as a starting point.

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From “The Double D”

Another Call

About two years later I received a call:

“Hello, Al.”

Recognizing the voice, I said, “Hello, Amanda. How are you?”

“Fine. Do you have a minute to talk?”

Wanting some privacy, I closed the door and answered, “Sure.”

“I wanted to tell you Wendy’s getting married next month. She would like you to be a groomsman.”

“I’ll be honored. Do I know the groom?”

“No, I don’t believe so. She’s marrying James Woodward, do you know him?”

“No, does he treat Wendy well?”

“Wendy tells me he’ll need more training in the bedroom department. She says he’s a little selfish and predictable in bed. But she tells me he’s definitely trainable. She comments on how well her sex teacher taught her.”

“I think I’m being flattered for something else.”

“Well, there’s something else, after Wendy’s Double D, my sisters and I agreed to change one of the rules for the future Double Ds. It seems that somehow Wendy’s Double D diary got read by my sisters.”

“What diary?” I asked.

“Well, one of The Double D rules required that Wendy write up a journal of what occurred during her Double D. This journal or diary was only for Wendy to read later, but it seems somehow my sisters got their hands on it.”

“Okay, so want happened?”

“They didn’t believe the events in the diary until Wendy showed them the jewelry. The inscription on the ring really clinched it.”

“Okay, so what rule was changed?”

“Well the Double D had a rule that stated no man could be selected for another Double D.”

I paused a few seconds for the rule change to sink in. Then I figured it out.

“So someone else wants me for their Double D?”

“Smart man. Wendy’s sister, Sarah, has her 18th birthday coming up. She would like you to be her teacher.”

“Okay, again I will be honored for the privilege to be part of Sarah’s ‘Débutante Depucelate‘.”

“Oh something else you need to know. Along with Sarah, my two sisters have two girls celebrating their 18th birthdays this year. Jill turns 18 on August 4, and Penny on December 28. Both cousins would like you to be their teacher as well. But you’re not to answer until after Wendy’s wedding. All of my sisters and nieces will be at the wedding, and everyone will meet each other. We’ll come to an agreement after that.”

“So Amanda, I hesitate to ask, does anyone other than Wendy know about what happened between you and me?”

“I did promise you not to, but when my sisters didn’t believe Wendy’s diary, I told them what happened that day in the van. That might be a factor in the rule change.”

“So is Sarah as beautiful as Wendy?”

“Two years ago Sarah was shorter and huskier than most girls her age. But after she read Wendy’s Double D diary, she started working on her appearance. After that, by exercising and dressing sharper, she now looks a lot like Wendy. People now keep commenting that she’s prettier then Wendy was at that age.”

I responded back, “Okay, so when do I meet Sarah?”

“With the upcoming wedding we’re a little busy. So let’s talk at the wedding and get it arranged.”

“Okay see you and Sarah then.”

I hung up the phone and locked the door to my office. I unlocked and opened a drawer in the office desk, took out two sets of cum stained panties, and smelled the stains.

*****

Now: “Viagra Bounce”

Measured

About a week later I received an e-mail with the details of Wendy’s upcoming wedding and I noticed that I needed to order my tuxedo right away. So right after work, I headed to the store to get measured.

A very cute saleslady greeted me, “Good afternoon sir, my name is Beth, may I be of assistance?”

“Yes, I need to rent a tuxedo.”

“Are you part of a wedding?”

“Yes, I’m a groomsman in the Lawson and Woodward’s wedding.”

“Oh, you’re part of Wendy’s wedding. Her family and mine have been neighbors for a few years, and I’ll be attending. Give me a second to bring up the order and we’ll see what you’ll need,” she commented, as she started typing on the computer terminal. She said “Oh yes, here’s the order: which of the groomsmen are you?”

“My name is Albert Hilton.”

With a startled look she said, “Oh you’re THE Al! Ah yes, it seems Wendy wants you decked out all the way. This will take a few minutes. Do you have the time?”

With some confusion I said, “I believe so, but why is this any different from the other rentals?”

“Well she told me to take special care with your fitting. She wanted everything perfect. So I’ll need to take more time on this than normal. So do you have the time, or do you need to come back?”

Relieved I said, “Tonight’s fine.”

“I don’t want an interruption during your measurements, so can you go to the fitting room while I temporarily close the store?”

Going to the fitting room, I waited about a minute before Beth came in with everything she needed. She proceeded very slowly and did her measurements. After every measurement she would write down the length before measuring again and then verify the entry. After a few measurements she asked, “Do you mind removing your shirt? It’s getting in the way of my measurements.” Surprised at her request, I still went ahead and removed it.

While I did, I checked her out.

Beth was of Asian descent with long straight black hair, sparkling brown eyes, and a beautifully sculptured raindrop shaped face. The bright pink lipstick that she wore made her well-defined lips look constantly wet. Her arms showed no signs of flab or muscles and were very delicate. She wore a dark red sleeveless camisole held up with thin spaghetti straps. It appeared that she was small breasted since the camisole didn’t show much bust. Her black skirt stopped mid-thigh and rest of her legs matched the delicateness of her arms. Her skin seemed to glow with a bronze color. She did have some shape to her hips, but I’ve seen better.

Her score, on the ‘Al’ scale; with a 1 being ‘just barely breathing’ and a 10 being ‘cumming in my pants’: a 7. Hell, I’m a tit man, and this saleslady didn’t score well in that department.

When I was bare-chested, she resumed her measurements. I now noticed her hands stroking me as she used the tape measure. She would rub her hands on my chest brushing lightly over my now hardening nipples, taking a measurement from armpit to armpit. She then wrote down the measurement and then she verified the measurement by repeating the earlier process and again brushed my hard nipples.

Stepping behind me, Beth wrapped her dainty arms around my chest and I felt her press her chest into my back. She wiggled around as she struggled with the tape measure. For a brief moment I thought I felt her breasts rubbing into my back. I did notice her flat stomach rubbing against my ass.

Beth said, “Wait right here. I need to get a stool,” and she quickly left the dressing room.

She returned in a couple of minutes and while standing on the stool, she resumed the measurements. This time I felt her grind her crotch into my ass cheeks while she took a measurement around my chest. When she verified the measurement she rubbed her chest against my back and this time I did feel her breasts rubbing into me. She continued the rubbing and grinding as she measured my neck, forehead, arms, and all.

Her measurement technique had my cock trying to rip a hole through my pants. I was attempting to do some higher level calculus problems in the hope that it would tame my cock, when Beth whispered into my ear, “I see what Wendy told me about you was correct.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“That your chest and ass are firm,” Beth replied as she rubbed my chest and squeezed my ass. When she tweaked my hard nipple, a moan slipped from my dry throat. Then, as she licked the side of my neck, she whispered, “She also told me that you know how to pleasure a woman. I didn’t believe her until she showed me her ‘Double D’ diary. Man that was a hot read.” I groaned with pleasure as she grabbed my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Slowly I turned and noticing the lust flooding from Beth’s eyes, I said, “That damn diary might as well be published on the Internet, with all the people reading it.” Then I kissed her beautiful lips. We continued kissing for several minutes, our tongues dancing in each others mouths. While we continued our passionate kiss, Beth opened my fly and found my cock, she now fondled it and my balls.

Following her lead, I started exploring her body. I cupped her firm ass with one hand and rubbed her breast with the other. She moaned deeply into my mouth as we continued our kiss. Something was wrong during my inventory check, so my hand now slipped under her skirt to caress bare ass cheeks and find nothing to get in my way.

Breaking our kiss I asked, “You don’t wear panties to work?”

Beth winked at me and said, “Just like in Wendy’s diary, I took them off when I got the stool,” and then she resumed our kiss.

Receiving my marching orders from my dick, I quickly found her extremely wet pussy and slipped a finger into that tight tunnel. Gently my finger worked on her passion as it fucked her standing on a stool in the dressing room.

My other hand went under her camisole and followed bare skin to find her breasts. They seemed a bit larger than I first thought. We both moaned together, as we kissed, while I played with her erect nipples, sliding my hand from breast to breast.

Beth took it to the next step when she removed her top. When those beautiful breasts were uncovered, I leaned forward and started kissing them. Whether her moan came from that or the extra finger added to her cunt I didn’t care.

For the next couple of minutes I lost myself in those tits. For some unknown reason I was hooked on them. I kissed, licked, and sucked them and I lost my mind in them. She growled with pleasure and got rid of her skirt so that she could wrap her arms around my head forcing more of her breast into my face. I kept up my attack on her breasts and cunt as she growled and grunted with pleasure. When my thumb started to rub her clit, she squeezed my head tighter and yelped, “Oh.”

With the fingers embedded in her cunt I started feeling around for her G-spot. Simultaneously I used my free hand to fondle her ass and follow the ass crack to her asshole. When everything seemed ready, I decided to finish my lover off.

Using my teeth, I gently nipped her nipple, while I flicked the very tip with the tip of my tongue. At the same time, my finger carefully slipped into her back door while the fingers of my other hand caressed her G-spot and my thumb rubbed her clit. She shouted, “OOOOOhhhhh mmmmmyyyyy GGGGGoooooddddd!”

Beth started twitching and quivering as I held onto her the best I could. From her actions, I knew she was starting her orgasm. She grunted, her knees started buckling. I could feel her asshole trying to close around my finger. Her pussy was trying to suck my fingers deeper into her. As her climax peaked, I nipped at her right nipple to reinforce her period of extreme pleasure. After that I softened my attacks and her twitching slowed as she came off the peak of her orgasm.

Just as her breathing was almost back to normal I resumed my attack. Sucking on her nipple, I wiggled a second finger into her asshole. At the same time I started rubbing her clit very hard with my thumb as I forced a third finger into her cunt. This had the desired effect on Beth. Her head curled forward as she started her second orgasm with another, “OOOhhh GGGooodddd.”

Again her knees buckled as she twitched. With each wave of passion her whole body tried to curl up. It took a lot of effort keeping her from falling off of her stool but I held on. As her orgasm subsided, I lessened my attack on her sensitive regions. She continued moaning during the final part of her orgasm. Just before I could go for thirds, Beth let go of my head and shoved my hands out of her lower orifices, both making a popping sound at their removal. She stumbled off of the stool and over to a chair, plopping herself down to rest.

After the intense effusion of her multiple orgasms, Beth was covered in a thin veil of perspiration and gasping for air. It was several seconds before she huffed out, “Can you please come here?”

Worried, I scurried over to her. When I got close, she quickly tugged down my pants and freed my still hard cock saying, “It’s your turn.” She then proceeded to stuff my cock into her mouth.

She did a fair job of swallowing my dick, but I could tell she wasn’t very experienced. As she continued performing oral sex, she would lick the head of my cock with her tongue. She would also suck it like a lollipop. She tried different methods and I would moan with pleasure as she did something right.

Slipping my dick out of her mouth, she stroked it as she said, “Cum for me, Al-chan. I want your cum. I want to drink your cum.” Then she put it back into her mouth and started sucking again. I was getting close, very very close. And with that I actively started fucking her face, forcing more and more of my cock into her mouth. My hips moving faster and faster.

Grabbing one of Beth’s hands, I groaned, “Finger in butt. Stick your finger in my butt.” She got the clue and fumbled around my ass trying to find my hole. When she finally found it, she shoved it in. I expected a gentle shove but her lack of experience made it completely different. It was what I needed.

My cock started spurting cum into her mouth. It was my turn to quake and moan in pleasure. I kept on fucking her face and spurting my seed into her oral orifice. She took everything I gave her, and even after spurting my last rope of sperm into her pretty mouth, she still sucked on my cock, trying to get more of my cum out. I was through, and I collapsed to the floor onto my knees, my stick popping out of her mouth.

She just sat there grinning, with some of my cum on her ruby lips, as we stared at each other. At first I looked into her brown eyes, sparkling with joy. Then my gaze shifted downward to her cute breasts. I stared at them for a moment before I dropped my view to her lap. She was sitting in front of me with her legs parted. This gave me a view of her very black but trimmed bush with the lips of her cunt below. I stared at these pieces of heaven for a second before I leaned forward and started licking her clit.

Surprised, she grabbed my head to force me away, but quickly changed her mind with a groan as the pleasure from my tongue attack became clear. Now she started pushing my face deeper into her crotch. I reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her ass further forward in the chair. Knowingly, she helped rearrange herself, allowing me more open access to her womanhood.

With that I continued tonguing her sex. First, I licked both sides of her pussy. Then, I tongue fucked her pussy. Next, I licked and sucked her clit. As I was doing this, I kept tweaking Beth’s nipples. Sometimes I had to force her legs wider apart allowing me more unimpeded access to her pussy. All this time Beth had her eyes closed while she rocked her head from side to side. She was constantly moaning in pleasure. Her breathing was becoming more and more rapid.

Suddenly she tried to curl up as her stomach muscles contracted. She was now having her third orgasm in less than thirty minutes. She curled and twitched as the climax pulsed through her body. Her thighs slapped against my ears as she kept pushing my head into her snatch trying to get more pleasure from my mouth. I continued tonguing and sucking her clit allowing her pleasure to continue. As her orgasm diminished, the bucking slowed down, and she released her hold on my head with her hands and thighs.

Now grabbing her legs, I forced her knees toward her head. Then I shoved my tongue into her asshole. She started grunting again. I quickly licked up one side of her pussy, sucked on her clit, licked down the other side of her pussy, and then stuck my tongue into her asshole. I kept doing the same thing over and over. Once in a while I would stick my tongue as far into her pussy as I could while shoving my chin into her ass. She started cumming again. I kept going but slowed it down to match her decreased passion. As the orgasm subsided she shoved my head away from her now overly sensitive crotch and said, “That’s enough.”

Squatting back into my heels, I watched her recover from her multiple orgasms. After a few minutes she opened her eyes and noticed me looking at her. She grinned as said, “Damn, you’re as good as Wendy said.” She then sat more comfortably in the chair and said, “Well I went from famine to feast.” Noticing my puzzled look she continued, “I’ve never ever had an orgasm. And now you have given me four.”

“Madam, I was my extreme pleasure.”

She got up and said, “Well let me finish up with the measurements before I get fired.”

I stood up and started pulling up my pants when Beth said, “Can you just take them off. I would like to finish with you nude.”

I noticed that she was going for her clothes so I said, “Only if you stay naked too.”

She stopped and faced me before saying, “Okay, point made. Can we agree, no touching?”

“How are you going to take measurements without touching me?”

“Let’s say I touch, you don’t. I’m too sore for any more hanky panky, okay?”

Grinning I nodded and said, “Okay.”

Beth professionally finished getting my measurements except for the fact that we were both nude and I was now sporting another erection. She even took two measurements of my cock length. For good measure she even got two measurements of my cock width.

When she was done, she said, “I’m finished, now you can get dressed.” And she sat back down and watched me get dressed.

As I got clothed, I asked, “So why haven’t you had an orgasm until tonight? Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“I guess the boys that fuck me don’t care.”

“Let’s hope it is a lack of knowledge and not that they don’t care.”

“Well the times I’ve done it, the boys barely get their cocks in my pussy before they cum. It’s very frustrating.”

“Well, don’t you masturbate to help the frustration?”

“No, I was taught it wasn’t a proper thing for a girl to do, but after tonight I might need start.”

I was now finished dressing and turning to her, I said, “I think you’ll need to unlock the door. Are you going to do that naked?”

After my question had sunk in, she slowly stood up and start gathering her clothes. It was now my turn to watch her bend over to pick up her clothes. I was given a view of her cute ass and a little hint of her cunt lips protruding between her legs.

I watched as she put on her pink panties. Then she slipped on her camisole. And lastly she put on her skirt. Then I followed her to the door as I watched her tight skirt-clad ass rocking back and forth. She’s got a very cute ass. My eyes never wandered from that captivating butt until she opened the door. Propping the door open with my foot, I grabbed Beth and gave her a passionate kiss. Using our hands we both rubbed the other’s ass while we ground our crotches together. It took a lot of effort on my part to leave her panting in the open door.

June 25, 2005 – Saturday

Wedding Shower

It was a typical summer day in the Midwest; hot, sticky, and oppressive. The sun was starting to dip towards the horizon, as I searched for an address in the upper middle class neighborhood. Susan, a friend of Wendy’s, was hosting a wedding shower and she had invited me. At first I had declined, but I received a call from her and then Amanda begging me to attend. It was a surprise party and they both seemed to think that seeing me would provide an additional surprise for the future bride.

I had finally accepted, on the condition, that I could arrive after the surprise. Hiding in a dark room, without having someone to make-out with, wasn’t my cup of tea.

Locating the house, I parked nearby and hearing loud noises emanating from the house, I knew it was time to make my entrance. So I rang the doorbell, and shortly was greeted by a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes, surrounded by a halo of golden hair, and then the ruby lips said, “You must be Al.”

I mumbled out, “Um, yes. How did you know?”

“I’m Ashley Goodherd, Wendy’s friend. I know all her friends but you. Come, let’s see if we can sneak up and give her another surprise.” She grabbed my hand and started pulling me through the house.

I must be getting old because I hadn’t seen anything but her face. She stopped in front of a group and said to a guy, “Jim, where’s Wendy?”

He replied, “Kitchen. But who’ve you got there?”

Pulling me away she answered, “It’s her first lover, Al.” Everything was a blur until we stopped behind an ass I recognized. It looked as good as it had two years ago and my mind wandered back to that time when my cock was buried deep in it.

Back then, that ass had been attached to a gorgeous woman. She was about five feet nine inches tall, with long blond hair, piercing blue eyes, face and smile of an angel. Wide hips, just right for making babies. Ass, oh so fine, not too large and not too small, and it was very firm. Beautifully sculptured legs. As I remember she had a set of very gorgeous breasts, I believe they’re 38C. She was an 8.5 on my scoring system.

As my cock hardened, Ashley tapped the shoulder and the head turned.

Wendy squealed, “Al!” and then I found her tongue in my mouth. She had caught me off guard, but after a slight delay, I returned the hello in the same manner. As we were French kissing, in front of everyone, our hands started scouting familiar territory. One of hers was grabbing my ass, while the other checked out my crotch, and my hand was caressing her butt, but the other was still being held by Ashley.

My training kicked in and a quick check came back with an ass, not as firm as before. The panties were a very sexy Cheekini made out of lace. Bra was an under-wire, front clasp, also made out of lace, with no padding. The bra added a bit of support to the breasts, but not much.

With her firm tits now pressing into my chest, my cock said its hello. The greeting was returned when the fingertips of her soft hand started stroking it. Suddenly our salutation was interrupted by someone clearing their throat and saying, “Pardon me. May I have some of that too?” Then I felt someone lean against my back and place their neck on my shoulder.

Wendy said, “Sure honey,” and she never wavered as she caressed my cock while kissing the person behind me. I noticed it was the man Ashley had called Jim.

As they continued their very hot kiss, the puzzle pieces started to fit and I found myself trapped between the future husband and wife. To make it even worst, Wendy now had her hand through my fly and underwear and was getting re-acquainted with my dick while Ashley tightly held my hand.

Wendy shifted kissing partners and we kissed again. I felt Wendy working on the groom’s dick as she did mine. For the next few minutes she shifted from one willing mouth to the next, as she stroked our sticks. My passion skyrocketed!

Just seconds from spilling my raging passion, I spoiled the fun by slipping away from everyone. I dashed to the kitchen sink, where I pretended to look out the window while struggling to tuck my stiffy away.

Wendy said, “Sorry Al, I got carried away.”

Taking a deep breath, I turned around and said, “It’s nice to see you again.” My vision cleared some as the fog from my lust was diminishing. It appeared that the whole house had watched our encounter.

Wendy said, “Janet, do me a favor? Take care of Al.” A buxom blond stepped through the crowd and dropped to her knees in front of me. Wendy quickly snapped, “Not here, in the bedroom.”

As the blond stood up, she said, “Okay”, grabbed my hand, and led me to a bedroom.

While Janet pulled me away from the crowd, I did a quick appraisal of her. She appeared to be five feet four inches tall. Blond hair, worn in a bun. Blue eyes. No shape, other than her big rack: 38D. She scored a mid-range of 5. The low score was for her fake tits, she wasn’t wearing a bra and they shook like very firm Jello.

Once in the bedroom, she dropped to her knees, and expertly fished out my cock. She didn’t waste any time as she placed her mouth delicately at the tip of my dick. At first she didn’t even lick it. She just held it there. I heard the door close behind me as Janet’s tongue came out to join in the fun. She began licking the tip, going around and around. Slowly, steadily, she began encompassing more and more of it. Finally, she thrust it all the way into her mouth.

Moaning, I grabbed her head but she quickly pulled away, slapped my hands, and said, “Don’t touch fucker.” I quickly put my hands behind my back as her mouth returned to my dick.

I could tell she was an expert cocksucker from the way her tongue and mouth worked my cock. It wasn’t long before that blond began to go deep. She began bobbing her head in and out, taking me to her tonsils and then pulling way back until I was almost all the way out of her mouth.

But then she started to do the strangest thing, she started humming. As she did, I watched her unbutton her fly and start rubbing herself.

I couldn’t hold out in the face of her deep throating and humming as I groaned out, “I’m going to cum!” and I did.

Feeling my balls squeeze, the fluids trapped within, got pushed up and out. And Janet drank it all. She continued humming as she started sucking my dick harder. At the same time, her hand gently squeezed my balls, coaxing the fluid trapped within. She never stopped squeezing and sucking until she had drained the very last drop out of my balls. Then I collapsed onto the bed.

I heard her say, “You’re yummy!” before she left the bedroom. Janet, was one bimbo who knew how to drain a dude’s balls.

It took me a few minutes to recuperate from that excellent blow-job. Once my breathing returned to normal, I put away my cock and left the bedroom.

Ashley startled me when I came out. She was standing by the doorway and took my hand. She then pulled me to the living room.

I took this time to score my companion. She, like Wendy, also scored an 8.5. Her height was about five feet five inches and weighted around 115 lbs. Her hair was strawberry blond and went to about an inch or two below her shoulder blades. Beautiful emerald green eyes. I love green eyed vixens. From the motion under her blouse, Ashley was bra-less, but she didn’t need one. She had great boobs, full, firm, perky. 38D. But her best feature was her hourglass shape, 38-22-36 with a firm ass.

She now introduced me to the rest of the guests. Over the next hour she never let go of my hand as I talked my way through the party. When I completed the rounds, I decided it was a good time to leave. So I found the guests of honor, Wendy and Jim, and said, “I’ve got to go. See you later.”

Wendy gave me a hug and whispered in my ear, “Sorry about earlier. But it’s as large as I remember.” She patted my crotch goodbye.

Just before I could make a clean escape, Susan stopped me and asked, “Can I ask you a favor?”

“Okay.”

She glared at Ashley and said, “Privately.” Ashley let go of my hand and disappeared. Susan then led me to the bedroom. She asked, “Are you going to the Stag party?”

“No.”

“Could you change your plans?”

“Why?”

“I need an impartial judge.” She now explained how Jim and Wendy had made a bet on who was going to have the best Bachelor/Bachelorette party. Susan wanted me to attend the Stag party and report back to the ladies. If needed, I might be called on to break a tie. I unsuccessfully tied to decline but soon I was given dates and times for both parties.

I slipped away before I got myself into any more trouble and went home.

June 29, 2005 – Wednesday

Tuxedo Fitting

With Wendy’s wedding being almost a week away, I needed to pick up my tuxedo. So after work, I headed to the rental store. When I arrived, Beth was helping another couple with their wedding plans. She glanced and saw it was me. Shouting across the store she said, “Al, I’ll be with you in a moment.” Then she continued working with the couple.

A couple of minutes later another couple came in and Beth gave her apologies to the first couple. She hurried over to the new couple. They talked for about a minute and then she rushed over to me.

“Damn, it’s been dead all day and then, just before you arrive, it gets busy. Let me make a call and see if I can get someone to help.” With that, she left to help the first couple. For several minutes Beth rushed between the two sets of customers while she made a few calls and collected some packages.

Just as it seemed she was getting the first couple finished, a man arrived to pick up his tuxedo. The disappointed look on Beth’s face told me it was going to be a long night. About a minute later a young woman about Beth’s age arrived. When Beth noticed her, she waved her over. She excused herself from the first couple and talked to the young woman for a few seconds. They both approached me and Beth said, “Al, this is my roommate, Tracy. She’s going to take you over to her store and check the fit of the tuxedo. After that she’ll bring you back here so I can fix any problems.” Then she handed us the tuxedo and some packages saying, “Here’s the tuxedo, shoes, and other items.”

Following Tracy out of the store, we walked further into the mall and as we did I took a closer look at her. She was a brown-eyed brunette of average height, about five feet six inches. Her hair was shoulder length and fairly straight. She was very tanned so her complexion was almost a bronze color. Her breasts seemed of normal size, probably a 36C. She was wearing a frilly white blouse and a pair of tight bluejeans. She had a wicked walk that made her breasts shake and ass quiver. Her walk made others stop and watch her. I gave her a score of: 7.2.

When we came to closed futon store, Tracy bent down to unlocked the gate, and her ass bumped into my crotch. Jumping back I said, “Sorry.” The only thing she did was giggle and wiggle her butt. In return I just stood and stared at those full cheeks trying to pop the seams of her skin tight jeans. Damn that’s a very nice tush.

Once she got the gate open, we entered and she relocked the gate. Then I followed her deeper into the store. At the back wall of the store Tracy turned to me and said, “Can you help rearrange this area? We need make a makeshift dressing room.” So for the next few minutes we moved tables, portable mirrors, and futons around until it sort of looked like a big dressing room. We had arranged the mirrors to block anyone’s view from the front of the store, it also made the area seem bigger with their reflections..

Satisfied with the setup Tracy said, “Now let’s see what we’ve got.” Opening the first package, she took a quick inventory of the items and said. “In this package we have: shirt, shoes, cummerbund, bow-tie, studs, cuff-links, and suspenders.” Then she opened the next package and said, “Here we have: socks, thong, watch, bracelet, anklet, necklace, and rings.” I stood there in surprise when I heard the items in that package. Tracy then handed me something she found, saying, “Oh, here’s a card for you.”

On the front was my name and inside it said,

Dearest Lover,

The items in this package are a gift from me. Can you please wear them on my wedding day. They are yours to keep.

With Much Love,

Wendy.

PS: Well at least bring them with you. 😉

Looking up at Tracy, I said, “They’re groomsmen gifts.”

She replied, “Okay then shall we get started? Strip” and she sat down in a chair to watch.

Standing in the middle of the makeshift dressing room, I removed my shoes, shirt, and pants. When I started to reach for the tuxedo shirt, Tracy snapped, “Get naked, honey. We need to check the fit of everything. That includes the socks, thong, and jewelery.” I then removed my socks, watch, wedding band, and finally my underwear. Then I just stood there, in front of that strange woman, as naked as the day I was born.

Tracy sat there several seconds and stared at me before handing me the thong. I had to step real close to her to get them. Normally I would have turned around and put it on while hiding my main asset, but something made me just stand right in front of her and step into the thong. Then I slowly pulled them up my legs and wiggled my ass to get the strap arranged in my butt-crack. I made a show of stuffing my now hard cock into the thong pouch and then rearranged my balls to be more comfortable.

She now handed me the jewelry, one piece at a time. The watch went on the left wrist, bracelet on the right wrist, ring on the right ring finger, the anklet went on the left ankle. Lastly I put on the necklace. During all of this we both just silently stared at each other. Tracy was licking her lips and I noticed her nipples poking through her blouse. I was shaking my thong covered cock at every opportunity.

Without anymore help from Tracy, I then put on the rest of the tuxedo. When I was done I looked straight into her eyes and said, “Well what do you think? Does it fit okay?”

Not breaking eye contact, Tracy stood up and said, “Let me check.”

She then started caressing the tuxedo to see if it fitted my frame correctly. She rubbed the neckline, the arms, the legs, the hands, the chest, the thighs, the stomach. She then rubbed and grabbed the ass. And finally she cupped and squeezed my balls and cock. She whispered into my ear, “It seems fine but let’s remove the jacket and check it again.”

She helped remove the tuxedo jacket, hanging it up so it wouldn’t get wrinkled. Now she checked the fit by repeating the earlier process. Neckline, arms, legs, hands, chest, thighs, stomach, ass, and lastly, cock and balls.

“Now without the vest.” She removed and hung up the vest. And then she repeated rub, rub, rub, rub, grab, squeeze. She repeated the ‘checking fit’ process by removing the tuxedo, storing, and then feeling for proper fit.

The bow-tie came off after the vest. Then the shoes. Next the socks. Then she took off the suspenders, cummerbund, and pants as a group. At this point she spent more time grabbing ass and squeezing balls and cock. Now came off the studs, cuff-links, and shirt. Tracy still rubbed the neckline, arms, legs, hands, chest, thighs, and stomach even though they were no longer covered by the tuxedo. She then removed the jewelery and rubbed me down again.

Wearing only a red thong, I stood there while she continued squeezing my balls and cock. She said, “I need to check the fit of another item.” She let go of my cock to retrieve the item from the gift package. She turned around and held up a cock ring, “It looks like a VERY personal gift.” Then she reached into my thong and pulled out my cock. Looking at the cock ring and my cock she said, “It looks like the ring might be a tad small, but let’s check to be sure.” She then tried to feed the head of my dick through the hole of the cock ring.

After a couple of unsuccessful attempts she said, “We need some lubrication.” Tracy then dropped to her knees and started licking my cock head. She continued the lubrication by licking the rest of my shaft. Not satisfied, she stuffed my dick into her mouth to get it really lubricated. She bobbed her head back and forth as she used her tongue to coat everything. After she was satisfied my cock was wet enough, she removed it from her mouth. She now had no problem sliding the ring down on my engorged cock and she stood up.

The moment she was steady on her feet I grabbed her and gave her my most passionate kiss. She returned the affection while she fondled my stick. For the next several minutes we explored each other with our mouths, tongues, and hands. My hands rubbed and then grabbed her firm jean covered ass. I then cupped and fondled her blouse covered breasts.

Tracy’s hands followed the same path as my hands but she had nothing covering her targets. She grabbed my ass and tweaked my nipples. I groaned into her mouth with my pleasure. I tried to get one of my hands down inside her tight jeans but they were way too tight. I did pull her blouse out of them and my hand found a very sheer bra covered tit. She now moaned into my mouth with her pleasure.

As I was fondling her breasts, I felt Tracy unbutton and then unzip her jeans. My hands immediately found her bare ass cheeks. I rubbed, fondled, and grabbed her ass. I noticed that they weren’t as firm as they were in her tight jeans, but I didn’t care, I just kept playing with them. One of my hands followed her ass, over her hip, to a cloth covered pubic mound. The other hand found the strap buried between her ass cheeks.

When Tracy removed her blouse, my hands dashed topside, where they quickly unhooked her bra. I don’t know what magical movement a woman does to get rid of her bra, but whatever it is, Tracy did it and her bra fell to the floor. Now with a new objective, I broke our kiss, and had a peek at them. Two average sized mounds of mammary glands with an erect nipple on each. Then, using both hands, I simultaneously cupped both before burying my face into her cleavage.

For the next several seconds, I held her boobs as my face rubbed in the valley of her bosoms. For a brief moment I was in heaven but all good things must come to an end. So after my brief titty face fuck, my mouth now loved her breasts. I sucked on one and then on the other. Using my hand, I fondled and teased the nipple of the breast that was lonely. I kept switching hands as I moved my mouth from tit to tit.

Tracy was now constantly moaning and her hands were squeezing my ass. When she accidentally bumped into my stiff manhood, her hands swiftly moved to fondle it and my nuts. The renewed attack on my privates caused my hands to switch targets and go hunt pussy. Forcing her thong to one side I started caressing her pubic mound and discovered it bare to the touch. My fingertips followed her wet slit as I deeply sucked on one of her tits. Oh God, she’s wet! She fondled my balls. God, she’s very, very wet. Spreading her pussy lips, I sunk a finger into her dripping slit. She now groaned and squeezed my cock. I grunted into her breasts and sunk a second digit deeply into her.

Tracy passionately whispered, “Let me get a bed ready,” and she broke free of our embrace. She quickly removed her shoes and socks then shimmied out of her jeans. She then went over to one of the futons and converted it into a bed before she collected several pillows. After throwing them on the new bed, she arranged everything. Once everything was perfect, she crawled onto the bed and propped herself up using the pillows.

I had carefully watched Tracy as she rushed around getting everything arranged. I hadn’t moved or done anything once she had broken our embrace, other than lick the pussy juice off my fingers. I just stood there wearing only the red thong with my dick hanging out over the pouch. My cock was extremely red and hard due to the still attached cock ring. It was also dripping pre-cum onto Tracy’s bra.

Now, with her lying on the bed, I looked more closely at her unclothed body. Her breasts shone like headlights compared to the rest of her bronzed body. The lack of a tan on her breasts meant she wasn’t sun bathing in the nude. Right in the middle of those bright tits were her dark pink aureoles. Her breasts sagged more than they should for a woman her age.

Tracy had her thighs open, showing me her snatch. Her pussy was still hidden by her thong which matched the sheer flesh-colored bra on the floor in front of me. I thought I could see her puffy pussy lips shimmering through the thong. Grinning, Tracy looked at me and said, “Well are you just going to stand there or what?”

Her comment broke me out of my stupor and I starting moving quickly. As rapidly as I could, the thong disappeared, and I retrieved a packet from my pants. Then I scurried over and joined Tracy on the bed.

Crawling beside her, we started kissing again while my fingertips gently caressed her erect nipples. Playing with her passion, my hot woman groaned when my tongue lightly licked her luscious lips, following them around and around, while my fingertip lightly feathered around her pink aureole. After a short period I broke our kiss and started sucking her teats. Using a free hand, my fingertips danced lightly over her firm stomach, coming to a stop at her panty clad womanhood. There, I softly rubbed her pussy lips through her sheer, and very wet covering.

Just then I felt Tracy’s hand caress my hanging balls before she grabbed my hard cock and started stroking it. Gently I removed her hand and sat back on my heels. While my cock pointed straight at her, I said, “Please don’t. Let’s take this slow.”

She grinned and said, “Okay.” Then she opened her arms for a hug. Swiftly I crawled between her parted thighs and started kissing her lips again. We hugged as we kissed each other and my cock rammed into her panties. It tracked its way up her covered pussy lips and then the shaft rubbed over her clit. Tracy broke our kiss and whispered into my ear, “Oh damn, fuck me. Please fuck me.”

“Patience, darling, patience,” I moaned back in her ear.

I then kissed my way down her neck, over her shoulder, and paused to suck and lick her nipples. My cock retreated back over her clitoris and the tip slipped down the wet pussy valley of her tiny panty. Continuing my backwards crawl, I kissed down her stomach and across her cloth covered pubic mound stopping right above the nub of her pleasure. Now I teased her, by licking the thin fabric separating my tongue from her nub of pleasure, and then running my tongue down the same wet pussy valley that my cock had followed a few seconds earlier, lapping up her passionate honey.

Enough teasing, I needed more. Grabbing her thong, I carefully removed it. Tracy helped by raising her butt off of the bed. Once I got the hot woman completely naked, I paused. First I checked out the final article of clothing. The thong was completely soaked with cunt juice and the scent was overwhelming. Now for my final objective: the pussy; it was whiter than her breasts. Her pussy was also shaved but with a bad case of ‘five o’clock shadow’. None of these problems stopped me from crawling forward to drink her nectar.

Using my tongue, I lapped up the juices flowing from her pussy. She moaned and groaned as my tongue licked up one side and down the other of her puffy lips. I continued cleaning her very private part by sticking my tongue as far as it would go into her hot cunt and she squealed when my tongue wiggled inside her pussy. Moving on, I then kissed my way up her pussy lips, searching for her button of pure pleasure. I quickly located it, peeking out of its hiding place, wanting to play. So I gave it a gentle kiss before latching my lips around it and getting it a suck. Tracy started cumming the instant my tongue touched her sensitive clit.

Her ass rose off the bed forcing my face deeper into her pussy. Her hands grabbed my head and forced my nose into her pubic bone. As all this was happening I kept licking and sucking her clitoris. She kept cumming and cumming. Soon I felt her relax the grip on my head and then her ass returned to the bed. I slowly stopped my oral attack on her clit. But I only allowed her to recover for about thirty seconds before I resumed my attack on her clit.

Her orgasm returned, her ass popped back off the bed, and her hands shoved my face harder into her crotch. I now tweaked her nipples with my fingers and I felt her uterus contracting deep in her belly. Her strong orgasm continued for several seconds and then she stopped. I sat back on my heels to look over what I had done to Tracy. She was lying there with her eyes closed, her chest heaving while her breasts shook. She slowly opened her eyes, grinned, and raised her arms open in another hug gesture. She said, “Damn it, fuck me.”

Grinning back at her, I said, “I’ll be my pleasure.” Ripping opened the package I had retrieved earlier, I started putting on a condom.

Tracy quickly said, “You won’t need that, I’m on the pill.”

I continued putting it and replied back, “It doesn’t matter, I’m using it for other reasons.” I then crawled forward and placed the tip of cock at the entrance to her pussy.

Then as I kissed her beautiful and luscious lips, I slowly thrust my hips forward. We both moaned together as my cock slowly penetrated her cunt. We continued kissing as I slowly started pumping my dick in and out of her slit. Each time I would sink deeper into her as my thrusting got a little faster. After a few thrusts, we felt our pubic mounds grind together.

Breaking our kiss, I whispered into Tracy’s ear, “Damn, girl you’ve got one tight pussy.”

Giggling she replied, “The better to eat your cock with,” and then she wiggled her hips.

With that said, my cock made a slow journey out of her tight pussy. At the last second, my hips reversed direction and my dick slowly drilled its way back into Tracy snug cunt. The woman on the receiving end of my loving, started moaning, providing my ego with some unneeded encouragement. For the next several minutes, we slowly made love as we got more intimately acquainted.

At some point we rolled over so that Tracy could be on top. This allow me to play with her tits and ass. She too, took it slowly at first, rocking her hips forward and backward. Slowly, ever so slowly, she rode my dick. Looking into each others eyes, we telegraphed our passions, as our loving now got faster. I played with her tits. She played with my balls. We played with each other passion. Her hips got faster and faster.

Soon we rolled back over into the missionary position and I increased my tempo. I started to really pound into her cunt. I could feel the pressure down inside my balls. I grunted, “Honey, I’m close. I’m going to cum. Play with your clit, baby.”

I felt her reach between us as she stroked her clitty. She rubbed faster and faster, harder and harder. Then she grunted and I felt her cunt walls squeeze against my dick. I rammed her harder and we both grunted. Her ass was bucking off the bed as I was ramming it back down onto the bed. My orgasm now started. I slammed my cock as deep as I could into her and felt it spray my cum into her. I kept shoving my erupting stick into her as my cum kept coming out of my cock. All of a sudden Tracy started to have another orgasm and her hips thrust upwards forcing me even deeper into her.

I resumed some thrusting after dumping my load to help her through the remainder of her orgasm. Shortly we both collapsed, our bodies spent from our climaxes. As soon as I recovered some, I slipped my spent dick from Tracy and rolled off of her, making sure the condom didn’t slip off.

Suddenly we heard a voice say, “Damn, that was hot.”

Tracy and I both sat up and tried to find something to cover up with. Then we noticed Beth sitting in a chair across the room. We both relaxed and let out a deep sigh of relief.

Tracy asked, “So how long have you been here?”

“I came in the back door as you were rubbing down Al’s tuxedo. It made me so hot that I just watched.”

I asked, “Hey, what’s with this rubbing thing? Do you two do that to all your dudes?”

Tracy answered, “I read about it and I showed Beth. But when did she do you?”

Beth answered, “The other night when I measured him. It worked as advertised. He was hard as a rock in seconds.”

Tracy snickered, “Just like tonight.” Then she added, “Well, let’s do it again and get him up for a second performance.”

“No, I’m too sore right now. I came six times as you two played around. As I said, it was hot.”

I replied, “Well if you two are finished with me, I’ll get dressed and go home. I’ve got to be at work tomorrow, early.” and I slipped off both the condom and cock ring. Turning to Tracy, I asked, “Where’s the restroom, I need to flush this.”

Noticing the condom, Tracy asked, “Oh, what other reasons?”

Beth also asked, “Yes, I want to know too, what are they?”

I replied, “What are you two talking about?”

Tracy huffed and said, “You said you had other reasons to use a condom, so what are they?”

“Oh that, okay here they are. One, to prevent pregnancy. And as you stated that one was a dead issue. Two, to prevent diseases. We both don’t know the others sexual past, and if I go home and give my wife a disease I’ll be dead before I could say ‘Fuck.’ Three, to prevent a mess. If I hadn’t used a condom, there would be a puddle of sperm right were Tracy is sitting. And four, the condoms I use have a lubricant that delays my orgasm. It allows me to make love to my women longer.”

Gently rubbing her crotch Tracy said, “I really like reason four, but all of them make sense.”

I asked her, “Did you feel any difference when we made love?”

“No, only that the entry seemed smoother.”

Beth said, “Tracy, you just came up with reason five.”

Holding up the condom, I asked, “Bathroom?”

Beth replied, “Here let me take it. The bathroom is out the back door and down the hall. You aren’t decent enough to go and I need to freshen up after watching you two. Be back in a sec.” And she left.

After I struggled up, I helped Tracy, then we both struggled to find and put on our clothes. As Tracy picked up her bra she felt the pre-cum and said, “Oh I see what you mean about a mess. Well it will feel weird wearing a wet bra home but it’ll have a good memory attached.”

Soon Beth returned and helped us finish cleaning up from my ‘fitting’. Shortly everything was back where it belonged and the tuxedo and packages were re-wrapped. Just as we were getting ready to leave Beth turned to me and asked, “Why didn’t you make love to me during your measurement?”

“You didn’t ask.”

“Oh, I didn’t, did I,” Beth said with a sad face.

Then, as I looked into her chocolate colored eyes, I smiled, saying, “And it wouldn’t’ve mattered any way, I didn’t have a condom that night either.”

She thought about what had just been said and then looked back at me saying, “But you did tonight, why?”

“Because I hoped you would be here tonight when I picked up my tuxedo.”

“So you planned to fuck me tonight.” Beth said with a happy look.

“Dear, boys fuck. I planned to love you.”

Tracy replied, “Girl, let me tell you, he knows what he’s saying. Tonight I was loved, unlike the other times, when I was fucked. But tonight, I was with a real man,” and then she pulled me close for a kiss.

This wasn’t your typical ‘thank you’ peek, this was a deep, toe curling, cock raising, thank you kiss. And before we were finished, Tracy’s hand was fondling my crotch, stirring some life back into my loins.

When Tracy finally let me go, I noticed Beth giving us a jealous look. I guess I better watch my step with these two.

I followed the women out of the store and into the mall. As we walked past the tuxedo rental store I asked, “Oh Beth, we need to finish up the paperwork.”

“From what I saw everything fit didn’t it?” she responded.

“Yes, but at least I need to pay for the rental.”

“Oh that’s already taken care of.”

“I can’t have you do that, I can pay.”

Beth stopped and turning to me and said, “Wendy already paid for your rental before you even came in. She paid for no one else, and gave the special gifts, only for you. When she handed me that cock ring to include in with the gifts, I started asking her questions. That’s when she let me read the ‘Double D’ diary. After that, well you know the rest.”

Outside of the mall entrance I turned to Tracy and said, “I hope our paths cross again, but you need to find a man and turn him into your husband.” I stuck my hand out to shake hands but Tracy ignored the gesture and she gave me a big hug with a goodbye kiss on the lips.

Then, turning to Beth, I said, “Hope to see you at the wedding and if not I’ll make sure to return the tuxedo only to you.” We then hugged and kissed goodbye. I then left them both standing at the mall entrance and drove home.

July 1, 2005 – Friday

Stag Party

The stag party for Wendy’s fiancé, Jim, was a couple of days later. So after work I went to Outback Steakhouse for dinner with the guys. As with any party with a bunch of guys, plenty of beer was served and consumed during dinner. Everyone was enjoying the groom’s last party as a free man. The waitress was having difficulties with our group until they swapped our waitress with a waiter. Right after that the best man, Don, moved the party to the Hustler Club.

I followed the party over to the titty bar and I got myself a beer while I watched the action.

Don had gotten our group into an alcove set up for these events. It was right between the dressing room and the stage, so the ladies had to strut by our group before and after their routines. The area also contained a set of bouncers to keep our group under control.

A voice boomed out saying, “Speaking of foxy ladies, the Hustler Club is proud to present our very own foxy lady, the minx lynx, Kat!”

A young Caucasian lady walked by. She was five feet six inches tall with long straight brown hair. Weight around 105 lbs. Had a nice figure with a better than normal rack, dressed in a frilled tube top and red skirt, which seemed strangely ordinary for this establishment. Remarkably, she wore high heels.

Kat stepped into the spotlight around the pole. The music started and she started to dance.

She was so physical that it quickly became obvious she chose these clothes to strip out of mainly so it wouldn’t interfere with her athletic acrobatics. She repeatedly humped her hips and ground her crotch into the pole with an unmistakable lust in her eyes.

Occasionally, she would pause her gyrations long enough to lovingly titfuck, lick, and kiss her way up and down the gleaming brass pole, as if it were a floor-to-ceiling dildo substitute for a penis.

Everyone just stared in awe as she humped the pole like she was experiencing the greatest fuck of her life. It appeared that in her mind, the pole WAS a cock, and she was loving it accordingly. It looked like she had to get her naked crotch on it, and fast, or she would die. So she didn’t take her clothes off in the traditional stripteasing manner, but more furiously yanked them off so her exposed pussy lips could rub against the cold pole right away. Her impatient passion showed through and made her stripping actually much more arousing than if she’d gone the usual slow route.

All the while, I couldn’t take my eyes off of this dancing vixen for a second.

Kat had worn underwear under her T-shirt and shorts to prolong the striptease. She did grind a little while with just her bra and panties on, but her desire to get totally naked was overwhelming. Many professional stripteases end around the time the dancer loses the last of her clothes, but as Kat threw her panties over her shoulder, she knew she was just getting warmed up. She started to grind her clit against the pole in sync with the music.

Suddenly, it appeared to me, that Kat had climaxed, hard, against the increasingly wet and slippery pole, and for a minute or so she could do little more than grip the pole tightly and rhythmically slide a few inches up and down it.

Then she removed her hair band. It was as if the sensuality of her entire body multiplied as her liberated hair floated and flowed around her like a dark and sensuous cloud, caressing her face and shoulders as she moved, both revealing and concealing her as she danced.

It occurred to me, it’s so right that this beautiful woman was nicknamed Kat because she moved with a feline and subtle grace. Yet, it’s like she’s the wildest of wild animals, too! She seems so hungry; sexually hungry! It’s almost like she’s in heat or something. That’s it, she’s in heat!

Kat finally kicked her high heels off. She’d been mostly standing in place while the rest of her body moved in every direction, but with her feet bare she began to get even more physical and outrageous. Soon she was flying and spinning around the pole in a celebration of her raw and unbridled sexuality.

My attention now shifted from the stage to Jim. He sat at a table pushed up against the stage and had a lady pressing her tits into his neck as she rubbed his chest. Both seemed to be watching the action on the stage. But under the table was another lady and she had Jim’s cock buried in her mouth.

It shocked me that it was so blatantly obvious but I was shocked more that I hadn’t noticed it earlier.

As Kat finished her act and walked past me naked, I watched Jim dump his load.

His eyes closed and his hips bucked as the lady drank everything he gave her. When it was over she tucked his cock away and slipped out from under the table. Don then paid her and she hurried off.

I figured this was a good time to disappear as well.

July 2, 2005 – Saturday

Bachelorette Party Delayed

The Bachelortte Party was scheduled for Saturday night and I was trying to coming up with a good excuse to give my wife so I could disappear. All the normal ones were getting old and I needed something new. Well my worrying came to an end when around noon I got a text to check e-mails. When I did, I found one postponing the Bachelorette party because the bride-to-be was sick. The new date was set for Thursday July 7. My problem was solved and I spent the night in bed making love with my woman.

July 6, 2005 – Wednesday

Dinner With the Wife

To help clear my calendar, I arranged with my wife, that she and the children would visit her friend in Nashville, Tennessee, for about ten days. The excuse I used was that I had a big project at work that needed to be finished by July 9^th and due to the stress of the project it might be best that no one be around me during that week. I told her after the project was complete, and if no problems presented themselves, I would catch up and visit her friend for a couple of days. I also suggested that we go out to dinner and dancing the night before she left and asked her to find a babysitter.

Let me describe my wife. Her name is Angela, I call her Angie. She’s two years younger than me and we’ve been married 10 years. We have three children. A girl nine years, a boy seven, and the youngest a girl of six. After the last child was born, Angie didn’t like all the weight she had gained. So she started running to help lose it and got hooked. Well I definitely like the way she looks now at 110 pounds. She’s five foot four inches tall, of Irish-American decent. Dirty blond hair color, somewhere between blond and brown. She’s a 34B breast size, 28 inch waist, and 36 inch hips. And she has the greenest set of eyes I’ve ever seen. And I’m not scoring her.

The day of our dinner it seemed everything at work was going crazy. I called my wife around noon and when she answered I said, “Dear, I’m going to be leaving an hour late. Dinner is still on, but we’ll need to leave as soon as I get there.”

“I understand. By the way, the babysitter canceled, but I found another one, her name is Sarah Lawson and she should be here by the time you get here.”

As I hung up, a little alarm bell started ringing in my head.

As expected, I got home an hour late and rushed in to change clothes. But as I was rushing past my wife, I stopped dead in my tracks. The little alarm bell had now turned into a red alert klaxon blaring away in my head. There, in the living room, with my wife, was Wendy’s kid sister, Sarah. And they were talking about a wedding!

Needing to do something quick, I turned to Angie saying, “Dear, we need to get going, but I’ve got a present for you in the bedroom.”

Angie turned to Sarah and said, “The children are out back playing on the swing set, we’ll be back shortly.” She then followed me to the bedroom, where I made sure to close and lock the door before handing her a package and saying, “This is for this evening.”

Angie squealed with delight and quickly opened the gift. Inside she found a matching set of sheer green underwear. I had selected this color to try to match her eyes. The set included a shelf bra, garter, and G-string panty. Also in the box was a pair of charcoal colored stockings. She looked everything over and then held up the bra in front of her breasts saying, “Someone’s trying to get lucky tonight.”

“I’m hoping to make it a night to remember, for both of us,” and a gave her a kiss. Before I got too worked up, I broke off the kiss and said, “I called the restaurant and delayed dinner by a half hour.” I then retrieved a dress from the closet and laid it on the bed. “So hurry up and change into the underwear and that dress. I’ll go out and keep the babysitter company.”

“Don’t you want to help?” she giggled as she started to remove her dress.

“No, I want to be surprised later as I unwrap MY gift.” and I gave her a peck on the lips while rubbing her panty clad pussy. Then I quickly left, leaving her wanting more.

I found Sarah out back playing with the children. As I walked towards her, I was able to get a closer look at the young virgin girl. The same virgin girl that wanted ME to make her a woman. Forcing those thoughts aside I inventoried my prey.

Sarah was wearing pink tank top and a pair of blue denim shorts. The shorts could have been shorter and tighter. Her height was about five feet eight inches tall and she weighted around 110 lbs. Her long brown hair ended about halfway down her back and she had chocolate brown eyes. Breasts were 34C, on a 26 inch waist, attached to a 34 inch hip. Nice ass and beautifully sculptured legs. She was almost a perfect replica of Wendy except for her brown eyes and brown hair. I gave her a score of 7.8, Wendy’s boobs were a tad bigger and I like blonds better, they have more fun.

When she saw me approaching she told the children, “I need to talk to daddy, so go play.”

When the children were far enough away not to hear, I told Sarah, “I hope you’re aware that my wife doesn’t know about me attending the wedding this weekend.”

“Oh yes I knew, I was being very careful. We only talked about it once she started asking questions.”

“I wonder how she knows about it?”

“She told me her friend Dorothy asked her about it. Dorothy knew that Wendy had watched the children a couple times and thought your wife might know more about the upcoming wedding.”

Relieved I replied, “Thank you, for your understanding.”

“By the way, have you done any planning for my ‘Double D’?” she asked me with a shy grin on her face.

Taking a quick glance around, I made sure no one could still hear our conversation. “I’ve thought about it, but I’m hoping to talk to you more this weekend. I would like to know more about you so I can plan the perfect event.” The children interrupted our conversation as they asked us to swing them on the swing set. So Sarah and I spent the next few minutes swinging and playing with them.

Shortly Angie shouted out the back door telling me that she was ready, so Sarah, the children, and I headed inside. There, waiting for us was Angie, wearing the dress I had selected. It was a black and white outfit. The top was white with short sleeves and it had gold buttons. My wife had left a couple unbuttoned to display a bit of cleavage. The bottom was black and stopped about two inches above her knees. She was wearing purple eye shadow and black eyeliner and mascara. She was wearing a beautiful pink lipstick. The color selection of her makeup made those gorgeous green eyes seem more green and more noticeable.

She had selected a different pair of stockings. Instead of the charcoal colored pair, she had selected a nude color set, and she wore a pair of black dress shoes with high heels. The combination of stockings and high heels showed off her well defined runners legs and calves. When I saw her, all I could say was, “Wow.”

Angie giggled and said, “Sarah, I think my husband’s tongue-tied.”

Sarah said, “I do think you’ve made an impression on him and you’d better get going before you don’t go.” With that, Sarah led Angie and me to the front door. Standing in the doorway Angie gave Sarah last minute instructions for the children. I finally got Angie into the car and we left for dinner.

We arrived at the restaurant and as I had requested, we were seated at a table in a remote location. After a tough day at work and getting the crap scared out of me with Sarah’s presence, I ordered a bottle of wine to calm my nerves. Hell, I really got it to loosen up my wife!

Once the waiter had poured the wine, we ordered our meal and as we sipped on the adequate Merlot, we talked about the children, her upcoming visit with her friend, and other items. Our conversation was interrupted when the waiter brought the soups.

After he left I asked, “Honey, can you unbutton your dress a little more?” She looked at me and then her dress and then shrugged her shoulders as she undid the next button. I could now see a little more of the tops of her breasts along with more cleavage. We continued talking as we ate our soups.

When the waiter brought the salads, I refilled Angie’s wine glass and asked, “Can you unbutton your dress some more?” Now she glared at me. So I started begging, “Please, I want to see more of your breasts. There’s no one around. Please, pretty please.”

“Oh you can be so childish, here’s another one,” and she unbuttoned another. Now I could see the fringe of her bra as more of her breasts came in view. She was a little uncomfortable with her dress that open but after a few minutes of talking and eating our salads she seemed to forget about it. As for me; I noticed and I kept staring and those lovely mounds.

Just before we finished our salads I gave Angie a roll and held her hand as she took it. Looking into her eyes I asked, “Just one more button please, just undo one more button.” She looked down at her open dress and looked back into my eyes and shook her head no. I continued, “Dear, we’ll be separated for a whole week and no one will see,” She shook her head no again. I reached under the table and caressed her stocking covered inner thigh and said, “Please?” Mesmerized, she undid another button but pulled her dress together to hide her breasts. We resumed our conversation and meal.

When the waiter bought the main course, he seems to take his sweet time leaving. That’s when I noticed that Angie’s dress had opened up, exposing a good portion of her tits. As I had hoped, the plunge of the dress stopped a couple inches above her navel, giving me and the waiter a great visual. There, hiding between her cleavage, was the green bra with a thin shelf of colored fabric supporting her breasts.

Suddenly Angie took a deep breath and I watched her chest uncover a hint of nipple just before it dashed back under the dress. Damn, this is working out much better than I hoped.

After that, it took a few moments to regain my composure but soon I said, “Dear, I’ve another gift for you.” And I showed her a small box.

“Oh you shouldn’t have,” and she held her hand out for the gift.

“I’ll give it to you but I first need to see one of your nipples,” I grinned at her.

Frustrated, she sat back in her seat and for a few seconds she thought about it as I rattled the box. Curiosity must have overpowered her virtue, because she slowly leaned forward and using two fingers she gently peeled open her dress to carefully expose her right breast. For the next few seconds my moral eyes feasted on a view meant only for the Gods as I stared at that pillowy mound of flesh supported by that flimsy green undergarment. I took stock that her nipple was very erect and hard.

My euphoria was cut sort when she tucked her tit back in her dress. With her part of the deal concluded, I handed her the box and watched as she opened it. Inside she found an earring with a green emerald attached. The gift generated the response I hoped for as she bounced in her chair allowing her boobs to shake in front of me. Then she stopped and looked at me and asked, “Where’s the other one?”

I then showed her the other box and shook it saying, “You get this one if you show me the other nipple and let me touch it.”

Again she pondered the situation before she leaned forward and moved the dress to expose her other breast. While staring at her breast, I slowly and carefully reached forward to cup the bottom of it. After that I gave it a soft squeezed and tweaked the very hard nipple. Quietly moaning, she allowed me to fondle her breast for about thirty seconds before she covered up and leaned back. I then gave her the other box with the earring inside. She quickly looked inside and then said, “I’m going to the restroom to try them on, I’ll be right back,” and she quickly left.

I continued eating my meal and shortly Angie came back wearing her new earrings. During her departure, she had fastened a couple of buttons. She sat down and said, “They’re very lovely. They match my eyes.”

“They look very good on you. But I like everything you wear. Well for that matter I like you not wearing anything.” I said grinning. Slipping out of my seat, I gave her a big kiss and as we did, I managed to undo one button on her dress. She tried to re-button it but I swatted her hand. After the kiss I sat back down and we continued our meal.

The waiter came back and cleared off the meal and asked if we wanted dessert. I ordered a slice of cheesecake and two forks. I also ordered two cups of coffee. Soon the waiter returned with the coffee and cheesecake. As we were eating the cake, I put another box on the table. Angie looked at the box and then at me and asked, “What do want for that one?”

Grinning, I answered, “To see and finger your pussy.”

Slowly she got out of her chair and stood beside me. Then, as she lustfully looked into my eyes, she carefully raised the front of her dress, uncovering her womanhood. With my prize exposed, my eyes shifted away from her hungry stare to look at the thin green veil covering her pubic mound which beckoned to be touched. Not wishing to deny destiny, my fingertips gently caressed the mound of Venus before gliding along the valley of her slit. Or should I say, wet slit, because the amount of passion in that valley shocked me. Then not wishing to cause any more of a scene, I quickly moved the G-string to one side and shoved my middle finger up into her cunt.

It was very very wet, as my finger easily slipped deep inside her tunnel and started searching for her internal bump. When I found it, I looked into her eyes and started rubbing it. From her reaction, I knew my attack was unexpected, but she stood there several seconds basking with pleasure of being finger-fucked in public.

Something must have spooked her, because suddenly everything came to a crashing end, when she let go of the dress and hopped back, causing my finger to pop out of her wet snatch. Angie grabbed the gift from the table as I sucked on my passion coated finger. We were both very happy with our gifts.

In the box Angie found a necklace that matched her earrings. Rising up, I fastened it around her pretty neck and then gave her a kiss. We held hands under the table and talked as we finished our dessert and coffee. After I had paid the waiter I asked, “Are you ready for some dancing?”

“Yes, let’s go.”

We went to a dance club that I had heard about and we danced a few dances before leading her over to a hidden spot. Backing her into the corner, we started making out. Our tongues danced, my crotches ground. It wasn’t long before I was caressing her breasts but I discovered her blouse was in the way. It only delayed me a few seconds before I got it unbuttoned and my hands were playing with bare tit flesh. When my fingers started playing with Angie’s nipple, she moaned and then whispered into my ear, “Let’s dance some more. If we keep this up they’ll throw us both out for fucking in public.”

“Just a second, I need to do something.” I replied and continued kissing her. I kept playing with her nipple with one hand and with the other hand I attached a nipple clamp to it.

She squeaked in pain and said, “Ow, that hurts! What is it?”

I grabbed her wrists and said, “It’s a nipple clamp. I want to see how well you dance wearing them.”

Her eyes got big, “Them, you mean…” and before she could finish I quickly attached one to her other nipple and re-grabbed her wrists. I then kissed her again as I ground my hard cock into her crotch. We kissed for a few minutes until she stopped fighting me and her hands started rubbing my ass.

“I guess I can leave them on while we dance. You seem to really enjoy the thought of them on my nips.”

I then led her back onto the dance floor. We danced through several more songs, some fast and some slow. On the fast ones, Angie seemed to grimace in pain if she bounced her tits. On the slow ones, she kept moaning in my ear as I rubbed my chest against hers. After the end of a song I again led her back to the hidden spot and I backed her into it again. I kissed her but she quickly broke our embrace and asked in my ear, “Okay what does my evil husband have on his dirty mind?” At that, I raised the front of her dress, moved the G-string to one side, found her clitoris, and attached a clamp to it.

I had to drop everything to catch her wrists when she tried to remove the clamp from her clit. We struggled for a few seconds until she calmed down from the shock.

Groaning she said, “Damn it, that hurts. Please take it off.”

“Let me adjust it some and then do one dance. If after that you want it off, I’ll take it off.” In displeasure she nodded her head okay.

Raising her dress again, I adjusted the clamp, and then tucked it into the G-string. Before letting go of the dress, I checked to be sure that the clamp was still attached to her clit and lying along the valley formed by her pussy lips. Then I led her back to the dance floor. We danced through that song and the DJ went right into a slow song.

I cuddled with Angie as we continued the slow dance. I softly asked her, “Do you want me to remove the clamp?”

As she felt my hard cock she said, “I guess I’m okay for now. It seems you’re enjoying them on me.” She then gave me a kiss while she fondled my cock. “By the way what type of underwear are you wearing?” she asked, as she tried to feel what underwear I was wearing.

“It’s a pouch thong.”

“Is it new?”

“Yes, bought it for tonight.”

“Oh, I look forward to seeing it shortly,” she replied, and she gave my cock a squeeze. “Dear, can we leave after this song?”

“Okay” I replied and we danced, cuddled together, through the rest of the song.

We left the dance club right after and slowly walked arm-in-arm to our car. When we arrived, I said, “Wait a second, I need something from the trunk.” Quickly I grabbed a bag and put it in the backseat. After retrieving a few items, I approached Angie. We kissed and then I attached two wrists-cuffs to her. She gave me a puzzled look but didn’t stop me. Now I clipped them together in back of her and guided her towards the front seat.

Just before helping her into the car, I said, “Oops, almost forgot.” Dropping to a knee, I reached up under the dress, grabbed her G-string, and pulled it down, letting it fall to the ground. Then I helped her into the car making sure to pull the back of her dress up so that she sat on the seat with her bare butt. I now buckled her seat belt as I kissed her.

We drove away, but not before collecting Angie’s wet G-string. As I carefully maneuvered through traffic, I reached over and pulled her dress up uncovering her pussy. She asked, “What are you doing?”

I gently pulled on the clamp attached to her clit and said, “I going to McDonald’s to get a drink.”

She groaned with both pleasure and pain, “What?”

“I going through the drive thru for a drink. Do you want one?” I replied as I tugged on the clamp again.

“You can’t go through there with me like this!”

“Oh yes; I see what you mean,” and I reached over and unbuttoned two more buttons on her blouse. Then I opened it up to expose her nipple-clamped breasts and flicked both clamps and said, “There: that’s better! Thank you for telling me of my mistake.”

Before she could say something I pulled up to the intercom and ordered, “I want a medium coke. Dear, do what anything?”

Glaring at me she said, “No thanks, I’m a bit tied-up.”

The male voice over the intercom said, “That will be a $1.57. Next window please.”

As we headed for the next window, Angie started shouting, “No, Al no. I don’t want anyone to see me this way. Please no, please no.”

Grinning, I stopped the car, fondled her breasts and then covered her up with a blanket from the back seat. I said, “I wouldn’t wiggle too much if I were you. The blanket might fall and you might cause a boy to cum in his pants.”

Pulling up to the window, I paid and then received my drink. Angie was looking out her window so that she wouldn’t make eye contact with the young man. I said, “Here dear, take a drink.”

“I don’t want anything to drink.”

“You look a bit warm, so take a drink, or I’ll remove your blanket.”

Hearing her choices she turned her head towards both me and the young man and took a sip from the drink. I could tell she was deeply embarrassed by her red face. As I took a sip I drove off towards our next stop.

After we left McDonald’s, I removed the blanket covering Angie. I now continued playing with the clamps as I drove the car. Angie was almost constantly moaning. Arriving at our next destination I said, “We’re here. Is my wife nice and horny yet?”

“Oh God, yes,” came the response.

“Well wait right here and let me get things ready,” I said as I grabbed the bag from the back seat and went over to some trees. Spotting the tree I had selected earlier, I got two ropes ready. The first I laid on the ground. The second rope I tied about eight feet off the ground.

Returning to the car, I opened the front passenger door and stared at my wife. It was a sight to behold. Her dress no longer covered anything of importance with her rack and slit prominently displayed. Her bosoms looked huge with the bra shoving them up and the chest thrust out caused by the arms trapped behind her. I could hardly move, staring at that hot woman waiting on my next move.

Coming back to reality, I knelt down and attached cuffs to her ankles. I spent a few seconds rubbing her stocking-clad legs and thighs. Moving on, I played with a garter strap before my fingers slowly traced it up to the belt. Then my fingertips danced along the belt to her pubic mound where they slipped down until they gently twisted and tugged on the clamp attached to her clit evoking a groan from my woman.

Forcing my lips into hers, we kissed as I unbuckled her seat belt. Needing to slow it down, we continued kissing while I cupped and fondled her breasts. She moaned into my mouth. I twisted and tugged on the clamps attached to her nipples. Then I did the same to her clamped clit. She now groaned as we kissed.

Breaking free of our kiss I quickly fastened one button of her blouse just above her rack, covering her nipples, but still giving me a good view of her cleavage through the unbuttoned hole. Then I helped her out of the car and closed the door.

While fondling her firm ass, I slowly guided her over to the tree where we started kissing. As we did, I carefully got her into position and backed her into the tree. Our tongues continued dancing as I unclasped her wrist cuffs and quickly attached them to the rope above her head. It was only then, that our lips parted, so I could complete my mission. Moving swiftly I attached the ankle cuffs to the rope on the ground, forcing her legs apart and the dress up her legs. I noticed the dress stopping just short of showing off the clitoris clamp.

We resumed our kissing with her tied to that tree. As we kissed I stroked, rubbed, and fondled everything on my wife. During the different caresses I unbuttoned all the dress buttons and exposed as much of her as I could. Noting that I needed more of her exposed, I started tugging her dress up but the tree bark was fighting my attempts to unclothe her. I muttered, “Damn it. Can you help?”

Snickering she said, “I would, but I’m tied up.” and she shook her arms for effect.

Unclipping her wrists from the tree, together, we removed her dress, before I re-clipped her wrists back to the rope over her head. We then continued our passionate kiss while I now had complete freedom to caress her restrained body. My fingertips lightly danced over that naked woman until I rammed two fingers into her pussy and felt her moan as we kissed. As my fingers slowly fucked that hot tunnel of sex, my wrist accidentally bumped the clamp between her legs and her moan turned into a grunt.

I was just too horny to continue, so I stood back to look over my handy work. Angie was now tied spread eagled to the tree and quivering with pleasure. Her new earrings and necklace sparkled in the moonlight. Her ankles wobbled while she stood on the grass in her high heels. The green garter held up her nude stockings and framed her pussy with the clit clamp swinging between her thighs. Her breasts were held up by the green shelf bra making them seem a cup size larger than normal. As they shook with her continuous rocking back and forth against the tree, the nipple clamps swung back and forth.

Our eyes met and even in the darkness I could see the lust in her eyes. I removed a vibrator from my pocket and stepped forward. Turning on the vibrator I licked and whispered in her ear, “Now to finish you off.” Carefully I forced the vibrator into her cunt. The vibrator I was using was a G-spot type. It’s made to rub her G-spot and had a shelf for the clit. I knew that her clit would rest on top and the vibrator would shake the attached clamp. She came the instant the vibrator was fully inserted into her cunt.

You can rank the intensity of my honey’s orgasms by the noise she elicits. The stronger her cums the quieter she is. This climax must’ve ranked near the top because all I could hear from Angie were the gasps of air she was taking through her open mouth. But her body makes up for the lack of noise. If it wasn’t for her being tied to that tree she would have shaken me away. Her hips rocked back and forth causing the vibrator stuffed into her to rock back and forth. It would touch her G-spot and her hips would change course only to force the vibrator to touch her clit and then her hips would switch course again only to repeat the process again.

Just as she her orgasm started, I cautiously removed the clip attached to her clitoris. This caused an unexpected reaction when her whole body went crazy and started shaking all over. I had hoped to watch my woman enjoy her pleasure but her bucking changed that and I quickly pressed my body against hers as she continued cumming. I was worried her thrashing around would cause injury to her soft skin from the coarse bark. Shortly her orgasm started to lessen and her breathing softened with the waves of rolling pleasure. I slowed my attack on her cunt with the vibrator. And as her orgasm disappeared I turned off and removed the vibrator from her pussy with a slight slurping sound.

It had been one hot scene, and I was genuinely attempted to mount her, while she was still tied to that tree. I even had my cock out and was moving into position but the lust cleared enough for me to regain control of my stick. Not wanting to spoil the rest of the evening, I took a deep breath, shoved it back in my trousers, and zipped up.

With my need now under control and not wanting to spoil her afterglow, I silently unclasped her from the tree. While I struggled to hold her limp body against me, I re-clipped her wrists together behind her back. Then I paused to fondle her butt while her breasts pressed into my chest before I placed a flannel jacket over her shoulders and zipped it up to her neck. This jacket hid all of her assets, stopping right under her ass cheeks and slit. I now helped her over to the car and buckled her into her seat. Quickly I retrieved all of my items around the tree and then drove to our next destination.

During the short drive I kept my hands off of my love, not that I didn’t want to touch, but we both needed a little break. It even looked like she took a short nap.

We arrived at my place of employment and I did a quick scan to see that the building was empty before I parked. Grabbing my bag of toys, I helped my wife out of the car. Noticing her ass beaming in the moonlight and her wet slit winking at me, I swiftly pulled the jacket down to hide them. I didn’t need the cameras inside to record her privates. Then I noticed the cuffs on her ankles and I quickly removed them. Again I didn’t need questions from the security people looking over the videos. The restrained hands were behind her back and covered up by the jacket.

I helped her into the building, opening the doors with my access card. She seemed to be in a stupor from her earlier orgasm. Now I guided her to my boss’s office and had her sit. Getting out a set of door restraints, I placed them in position before I closed and locked the door. Turning my attention back to my wife, I reattached the ankle cuffs to her ankles. She had been watching and asked, “What are you doing?” without answering I helped her over to the door, positioning her back against it. Then I clipped the ankle cuffs to the door restraints.

As I slowly unzipped her jacket, I answered, “Getting ready for round two,” and the jacket parted, exposing her to my prying eyes. At this point I took a short break to cup and fondle her tits. But after several heavenly seconds I returned to the task at hand. After removing the jacket from her shoulders, I reached behind her, and unclasped the wrist cuffs before reattaching them to the door restraints over her head. Then I retrieved a Pocket Rocket vibrator from my bag of tricks and put it in my pocket for later. It was now time for the next round, and I attacked her while she was hanging on my boss’s office door.

I kissed her mouth. I kissed her neck. I licked and kissed her breasts, bumping the clamps on her nipples. I rubbed and fondled her body as I kept kissing her. I rubbed her breasts. I flicked the clamps. I stuck my tongue into her bellybutton. I caressed her armpits, her neck, her earlobes. I just stayed away from her crotch for the moment.

She was moaning and groaning due to my torturous kissing and stroking. She kept thrusting her hips forward trying to get some pressure on her womanhood. When I thought it was time, I fished out the Pocket Rocket, and turned it on. While applied it to her clit, I looked into her now very surprised eyes and said, “Cum for me.” And she came.

She started bucking that door and vibrator, shaking all over. Her eyes were now closed in her passionate throes. A few seconds into her orgasm I removed the clamp from her left nipple. Her eyes suddenly opened in pain as the blood returned to her nipple. Her eyes then closed tightly as she attained another level in her orgasm.

She squirmed and bounced around on that door, shaking her bounds, trying to shake free. Only after her climax was done did I stop using the vibrator on her sensitive clit. She was just hanging there in her post-orgasmic state.

Carefully I unhooked her from the door and guided her back down to the chair before clipping her hands behind her and covered her with the jacket. While she rested, I collected the toys.

After about five minutes I gathered both my bag and wife and headed deeper into the building. About half-way to my final destination we came to a long dark hallway. When we came to the darkest part, I made my next move. Dropping the bag, I shoved Angie against the wall, fell to my knees, and then buried my face in her crotch. As I was licking and tongue-fucking her pussy I maneuvered her feet to gain better access to her privates.

As soon as my tongue touched her clit, she started bucking and shaking with another orgasm. Originally I planned to fondle her breasts but I had to hold onto her hips to prevent an accident. I did manage to reach under the jacket and remove the clamp from her nipple. She bucked more, as her orgasm and pain increased. I continued my oral ministrations, while her strong orgasm continued. I weakened my attack as her orgasm subsided. Just as she finished I stood up to continue on to my final objective.

I had to almost carry her the rest of the way. At the door to the computer room, it took a bit of juggling to hold everything, including my wife, as I entered a code and swiped my card to gain access. But once the door opened my goal was within reach.

My lust for pussy overcame any chivalry I had left. As the door slammed shut, the bag of toys dropped to the floor along with the jacket covering my wife. For a brief second I gazed at my bitch. Yes, my wife was now a bitch. My need for her cunt had transformed any compassion I had for that cunt’s soul, even if it was the love of my life. Never in my wildest dreams, could I have imagined, envisioning any woman’s sole purpose for breathing, was to be a receptacle for my cock. But as my eyes feasted on those cunt lips, bright pink and engorged with the blood of passion, oozing hot juices, I knew it was time to screw the bitch.

Quickly, I manhandled her over to a rack of computers that were the right height. I needed some relief, so as I freed my dick, I forced the bitch to lean over. It wasn’t too gentlemanly when I shoved her chest onto the top of a blade server causing her to howl when her sensitive nipples touched the cold top. Her temporary discomfort hadn’t sated my need to bitch her, so using my feet, I shoved her legs apart while my cock searched for a wet slit.

Suddenly my dick found its mark and with one choreographed motion my hips bucked forward as my hands pulled back using the bound arms for leverage. This produced the desired effect, as my manhood rammed into the bitch’s tight cunt. I didn’t stop forcing my cock into her even as she howled until I felt my pubic mound slap into her ass cheeks. Oh God it felt good to have my cock finally buried deep into a pussy! Normally I would build up to a fast tempo but tonight as soon as I hit bottom my hips reversed and I shifted into high gear. I came in less than a minute due to my heightened state of arousal.

I just kept pumping my cum deep into my wife as she moaned lying across that blade server. After my bang-up orgasm I could barely move, so I laid on her back crushing her bound hands between our bodies. After a several seconds she squirmed under me so I got up to relieve the pressure. My wilting cock now slipped out and dripped cum on the computer room tiles as I got out the last toy for the evening.

Carefully I wiggled a Jack Rabbit vibrator into Angie’s cunt and turned it on. This was the same vibrator Wendy Lawson used in the van to Branson. Within seconds, my wife started her fourth orgasm of the evening as I fucked her with the vibrator. I moved it in-and-out through her orgasm. As her orgasm lessened, I slowed down the vibrator along with the in-and-out movement. At the end of her orgasm the vibrator was fully off but it was fully stuffed into her cunt.

After about thirty seconds of calm, I turned the vibrator back to full power and swirled the vibrator in her pussy. Right away my wife started a gentle bucking as the climatic waves coursed through her body. From her reaction, this was a tiny climax compared to her other ones. For the next one I needed to step it up a notch.

I only gave my woman a few seconds to recover before I turned the Jack Rabbit back to full and swirled it around her twat. At the same time I stuck first one finger and then another into her asshole. Her whole body shook as she came again. I felt her asshole try to squeeze my fingers out. Her chest bounced up and down on top of that computer. Her mouth was open in a silent scream. Then she suddenly stopped. Worried I let go of the vibrator and removed my fingers from her ass. As I rushed around the rack to see if something was wrong I heard the vibrator plop out of her pussy and hit the floor.

I calmed down once I saw that she had passed out from that last orgasm. For the next few minutes I straighten up from my sexual adventure. First I gently stuffed my cock back into the pouch thong and zipped up. Next I retrieved and turned off the vibrator storing it back into the bag. Then I unclipped Angie’s hands, removed the cuffs, and gently arranged her arms to rest by her side on the top of server. Finally, I sat in a chair to wait for my wife to awaken.

After about five minutes she stirred and said, “I’m cold, can we go?”

“Yes, let me help you.” When I tried, I found her wasted, barely able to move. My first attempt to get her upright, ended in her screaming when my hand grabbed her boob. After that I kept clear of her tender nipples and got her standing before struggling to get her arms into the jacket. Then I carefully zipped up the jacket being cautious of her tender teats. Leaning her against the wall, I made sure everything was in order before helping her to the car, grabbing my bag as we left.

As I was getting her into the car the jacket slipped up over her hips as she sat down into the seat. I didn’t want to disturb her so I ignored it. But as I drove home I now wished I had because I kept glancing down at her slimy pussy that was now winking at me. As for Angie caring; she slept in the front seat all the way home.

We arrived home about eleven o’clock and I helped Angie into the house. Sarah met us at the door saying, “Home so early? I didn’t expect you for another hour or so.”

“We shutdown the town early,” I answered. Just then I saw a look of shock on Sarah face and I noticed that she was staring at my wife’s chest. Peeking over Angie’s shoulder, I saw that somehow the jacket had opened and Sarah was now staring at my wife’s breasts. She just stood there, with her mouth agape as she stared at my wife’s full rack, made much fuller with the support of the green shelf bra. Then I noticed my woman’s nipples, they were very red and poked at Sarah as the young woman now licked her sexy lips. Not wishing to make a bigger scene, I tried closing the jacket but nearly dropped Angie. During this juggling act Sarah’s eyes dropped to Angie’s pussy and her eyes got even bigger.

Still struggling, I said, “I’ll be right back. I need to get Angie to bed,” and I quickly maneuvered my woman around Sarah. My wife could barely walk, so I carried her to our bedroom, where I gently set her on our bed and started undressing her. As I was fumbling with what little clothes she had on, I noticed, in the mirror, that Sarah was watching what I was doing. After finishing undressing my lover, I got her under the covers, before finding Sarah.

I found her in the living room watching television. I asked, “Did the children behave for you?”

“They were great, and they went to bed just fine. You have some great kids. I wish all the children I watch were that well mannered.”

“Well thank you. Angie and I try. So how much do I owe you?”

“That will be $40.”

“Will you take a check?”

“Yes” she replied.

As I was writing the check Sarah said, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“I mean a very, very, personal question?”

My curiosity prevented me from finishing the check and I looked at her and said, “Go ahead.”

“Can we go someplace more private? I don’t want your wife to hear.”

“She’s out for the night. You saw her condition when we got home. And you watched me putting her to bed.” I noticed Sarah’s face turn red with embarrassment “She’s not going to wake up until morning. So what’s your question?”

“Was all that cum leaking out of her, yours?”

“Yes, it was.”

“There seemed to be a lot of it. I saw cum all over her pussy and her thighs. It was also dripping out of her pussy. How many times did you fuck her?”

“Once”

“Damn that seems like a lot for only one time.”

“Well I had teased her and myself so much I must have produced an extra large load.”

“Does she look like that after you only fuck her once?”

Pausing briefly, I formulated my answer before saying, “She looked that way because she had half a dozen orgasms that caused her to pass out. I, for a better lack of words, made my deposit after her third orgasm. In the morning she’ll have a very sore and crusty pussy. Some of that crust will be from her own excretions.” I could now see Sarah’s hard nipples trying to poke through her blouse.

“Will I look like that after you break my cherry?”

“We’ll see. So when’s your birthday?”

“Last week.”

“Well happy belated birthday. Did you do anything special?”

“With the wedding in a few days, nothing much, other than planning to lose my cherry,” she told me with a grin on her face.

“Okay, I know where you mind is, between your legs. Now if you’ve finished asking your personal questions I need to go to bed. I’ve got work in the morning.” I handed her the check.

“Oh I’ve many more but I can ask them later.”

I walked Sarah to the door but before she left she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss. I returned the kiss but after a few seconds broke our contact by grabbing her hips and forced her away from me. Looking into her eyes filled with passion, I said in a voice filled with lust, “Sarah, I look forward to finishing that up properly in a few weeks.” I then turned her out the door and swatted her ass and said, “Now go home.” I quickly closed the door before I changed my mind.

July 7, 2005 – Thursday

Bachelorette Party

Time seemed to stand still at work the next day. I kept thinking about the events over the past couple of weeks and the upcoming days. Finally, quitting time arrived and I left for a long weekend. Since I had worked the 4^th of July on the help desk, I now had Friday and Monday off, and then I had a week of vacation. So I now hurried over to Wendy’s belated Bachelorette Party.

I caught up with the ladies at a popular Japanese Steakhouse. It’s one of those that makes a show out of cooking your food in front of you. Since we had a large group, the restaurant had to split the group into three tables. I was seated at the “older” table with the mothers of the bride and groom, a couple of older aunts and cousins, and somehow Ashley sneaked over. I finally ended up between Ashley and Amanda.

All through the showy dinner Ashley held my hand while Amanda held my dick. I couldn’t hide much from the group so I kept my mouth shut except to eat and drink. A few times I had to remove Amanda’s hand before I messed my pants but a few minutes later it would return and resume it’s caressing. While I continued defending my manhood, I ate and inventoried the group.