Whelps

Note: Thanks to that anonymous reader who notice my big spelling error whelps = welts. If not for spell checking, there would be a multitude of spelling errors in my stores. I never could spell!!

Part 2

After one week of masturbating every night in bed thinking of the things done to me by John and Kevin, and even though the marks on my body were still somewhat noticeable, I decided it was time to contact my ex to arrange a get together as the first step in my making amends for how I treated him during our marriage.

When I called him at his place of employment, he was, at first, reluctant to speak to me. We had not spoken in over two years. His first thought was that I was calling for help with some financial matter (aka, I needed money). After reassuring him that was not the case, I was able to get him to agree to meet me in a few days for lunch at a restaurant of my choosing. I resisted telling him the specific reason for my wanting to meet with him.

On the appointed day, I dressed in a long sleeves dress to cover the rope burns that persisted on my wrists. At the restaurant, I had selected a booth at the far end of the restaurant (that gave us the privacy needed for the things I was going to tell him). After the usual small talk and halfway through our meals, I started the following conversation.

“Stan after months of trying to understand and analyzing our marital relationship, I concluded that the marriage failed due to my being self-centered and my refusal to be concern with your needs in our marriage. I know that you tried your best to make things work but I drove you to your limits.”

Stan stopped eating and sat up straight in his chair looking at me with disbelief. After two minutes of silence, “Joan, I appreciate what you just said. I know that was a hard thing for you to admit. I could have stayed longer and work on it, but I was at my wits end and saw no other alternative.”

“Unfortunately, staying would not have change anything. I needed to come to grips with my selfish attitude and to recognize your needs in our marriage.”

“Well Joan, the past is the past, and we can’t do anything to change that. I have my life now and I am happy. I hope that you can say the same.”

“Stan, I am happy for you. My life is at a place of peace, and I am looking forward to satisfying future. However, I need to make amends for the life I forced upon you during our marriage. I need to make amends to you so I can move forward in my life. Our marriage is over, and I am not trying to change that.”

“Joan, I do not need anything from you in the way of amendment. Like I said, the past is the past. But I am curious as to how you believe you can make amends.”

“Stan I was selfish. That cannot be changed. I disregarded your needs emotionally and especially sexually. That also cannot be changed. But in the present and any time in your future I am committing myself to attend to any, and I mean any, sexual needs that you desire at any point for the rest of your life.”

“I have a girlfriend now who is attending to my sexual needs.”

“I am aware of her. In fact, I saw you two together about two months ago. She is beautiful and seems committed to you. I have no desire to interfere with your relationship with her, or anyone else you might date in the future. What I am offering is to satisfy any sexual needs that she might not be into if you desire those types of things. I will be your outlet so you can stay satisfied in your relationship with her. If there is nothing needed by you, you will never need to call me, and I will be able to forgive myself and move on. If, on the other hand, you ever need me for those types of things, no matter what, I will be there for you.”

“So, if I call you and you perform to my satisfaction, you are not thinking that this is some way to work yourself back into my life?”

“That is correct. Think of me as a high class (or low class if so desired) hooker on call whenever you desire something.”

Stan looked at me in disbelief, as he pushed himself away from the table. “Joan this is a lot to digest. I do not believe that type of situation will occur. Thanks for offering but I think I will pass on it.”

As Stan started to get up and leave, I reached out my hand to his and said, “If that is how you feel, that is good with me. I have offered and can move on. However, in the future, this offer still holds and I will willing do as you request.”

In reaching out for his hand, the sleeve of my dress pulled back from my wrists, exposing the rope burn. Stan noticed, and rotated my hand giving him a clear look at marks on my wrist. He made no comment as he continued getting up. “Goodbye Joan, it was nice to see you.”

“Bye Stan, just remember, I am very serious about my offer.”

I left the restaurant feeling satisfied. I did move on as I had stated. I remained single. I had no desire for married life (Been there, done that).

A year later, Stan called!

Without explaining why, he wanted to meet me. Stan asked me to meet him at a park midway between where we both live. That park is large and contains several hiking trails that wind through the low hills of the park. Since it was a park, I dress casually, tennis shoes, bra, panties, short pants, and short sleeve blouse.

We meet in the parking lot. Stan gave me a warm greeting and suggested that we go for a walk on one of the trails. As we walked, we talked about how our individual lives were progressing. It was a pleasant conversation, but I kept waiting for him to explain why we were here together. Finally, after about twenty minutes of walking we were on a part of the trail that was isolated from the rest of the park.

Stan stopped walking and turned to face me, “Joan, unbutton your blouse, pull up your bra and show me your breasts.” I was taken aback, but quickly realized that Stan was testing me to see if I meant what I had offered him a year ago, to give him my body to use in any sexual manner that he needed or desired. Looking him straight in his eyes, my hands went to the buttons on my blouse and unbutton every one of them. I pulled the blouse out from my pants and completed open it. Next, instead of just pulling the bra up, I reached around my back, unsnapped the bra, and then lifted the front of the bra up to the bottom of my neck. I straighten my back and thrust breasts out to him.

Stan reached out with both hands and firmly groped both of my breasts hard enough, I was sure, to leave red marks on them. After a minute, “Joan, remove your blouse and take off that bra and give it to me”. I immediately comply with his order. Holding my bra in his hand, he used the other hand to molest my breasts again aggressively. After a few minutes, he was satisfied and told me to put my blouse back on and to button it up. At that point, we started walk along the trail again in silence.

I was surprised by his actions but pleased (sexually excited as witnessed by the damped spot in the gusset of my panties) and confused. A year ago, he had declined my offer of my body for the gratification of his sexual needs. Now, here today, he was making me disrobe in public so he could have his way with my breasts.

We walked until we neared the end of the trial. We were the only people on this part of the trail and there was no one in sight for at least a mile back down the trial.

“Joan, I wanted to see if you were serious about the offer you made to me a year ago. By your acquiescing to my demands down the trial that seemed to imply that you were serious. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Stan I was and am serious.”

“Are you in a serious relationship with anyone now?”

“No, I occasionally date a few people, but nothing serious or is leading to anything of a serious nature.”

“Ok, I am going to be totally up front with you about why we are here today. After I explain my situation, I am going to hold you to your promise regardless of how you feel about what I am going to say. Do you agree to that?”

“Stan I was and am serious about doing for you what I promised a year ago. Remember, I said that at any point in your life you needed what I promised, you could have it.”

“Good. Here is what is going on. That woman you saw me with after out divorce is Pauline. She and I are engaged to be married six months from now. I assumed that you saw the collar that she was wearing around her neck.”

“Yes, I saw it and I also saw that she was acting somewhat submissive to you.”

“Good. It is her submissiveness that is the impetus that has brough us here today. Pauline is willing and eager to travel down that road with me, but she has reservation as to how far down that road she is willing to go. I am at a point in my life where I want to experience a wide variety of sexual activities. That lack of desire on your part is what cause the lack of adventure in our sexual life. So, I do not want another marriage where I am sexually deprived again. However, I want Pauling. So how to solve this dilemma?”

“We have discussed this conundrum seeking a solution. In my trying to resolve this problem, I remember the discussion that you and I had the last time we spoke. That lead to the following idea that I presented to Pauline, which she has accepted.”

“I proposed to try with her as many of these sexual things that she is willing to do, to see if she can accept them. For the things that she is not willing to do, I would try them with someone else to see if I can or cannot do without them. Whatever I do in this vein of sexual activity, I will tell her all the details, and give her a chance to see if she would be willing to try them, as least once.”

“The question became, with whom should I try these things. That is when I told her about our conversation of a year ago. She agreed with me about doing these things with you. She felt that based upon your statement of trying to make amends and that you had no desire to get back together with me, that you would indeed be acceptable.”

“She did add one caveat, she might, on some occasions, want to either watch or be involved in them.”

“So, Joan, I am accepting your offer. Are you willing to keep your word?”

That was a lot to digest. The situation as he presented went way beyond what I had envisioned. I had never saw involving another person in the sexual things I would be doing with Stan, however that did intrigue me. I felt that I had to immediately answer his question, for any hesitation would create doubt about my resolve to seek amends.

“Stan, I agree to assisting you in your plan. However, there is one firm rule that can never to broken, you can never to anything that will injury my body in a way that will lead to permanent harm, cause excessive pain, cutting of skin, or leading to permanent scaring. To ensure those limits, we shall establish a safe work, “Eagle”. When I say that word, everything stops and that will be the end of your use of my body. Other than that, I am yours to do with as you please.”

Stan broke out with a big smile. “Thank you, Joan. By the way, just so you will know, Pauline and I did visit the cabin and saw those panties nailed above the door. They were your size and all of them had a prominent stain in their gusset.”

“Yes Stan, those were my panties! That is all you need to know about them.”

“Joan, when can we start our experiment?”

“It has already started with your groping my breasts on the way up here. It will end when we both agree for it end.”

“In that case Joan, remove your blouse and hand it to me. It is time for us to walk back to our cars.”

Without hesitation, I remove my blouse and gave it to him, turned around and started walking back down the trail. About ten minutes into our return hike, both Stan and I spotted some people coming up the trail. Since we were higher up the trail, we spotted them before they could see us. “Here Joan, put your blouse back on.” Gratefully, I complied with his order.

When we arrived at our cars, I was assuming our meeting was over for today, but I was wrong.

“Joan, I require some more of your time today. I mentioned that Pauline wants to be involved in my use of you and your body to help her decide how far she is willing to go in being a submissive to me. After every time I am with you, she wants me to tell her all the details of what happen. She has also requested that at times, she wants to talk to you about the events, to get the woman’s prospective of these events. She is waiting for us at on the other side of the park in an area where we can have some privacy. I need for you to answer her questions about what happen and how you reacted to and how you feel about it. I know that was not part of our agreement, but I am hoping that you will go alone with her request.”

I was surprised that Stan was asking this of me. I had no intention of interacting with Pauline. But thinking about the little I had seen of her, the more I became interested in knowing her and determining how submissive she really is or is she faking this just to get Stan. “Ok Stan, let go talk to Pauline.”

After a short drive to the other side of the park, we found Pauline sitting at a picnic table situated a little way off one of the trials. Pauline was dressed appropriately for hiking in a park. The most important item she was wearing, was that collar that I had seen around her neck at the movie theater.

Pauline stood up and came to stand in front of us as we approached the table. Stan smiled at her action. “Pauline this is Joan. Joan this is Pauline.” We said hello to each other and then just stood where we were, waiting for Stan initiate the discussion.

Stan looked around making sure that there was no in the vicinity. Seeing that the three of us were indeed alone Stan said to me, “Joan, unbutton and open your blouse.” Looking at Pauline, I did as Stan told me. Pauline eyes widen in disbelief at my showing her my breasts. After a minute, Stan suggested that we all sit at the bench. He then told me to rebutton my blouse.

Stan then told Pauline exactly what had occurred between Stan and I on the trial. Pauline then said, “It would have been hard for me to believe the events that Stan had just told me if he hadn’t made you just now show me your breasts. Joan, tell me how you felt and what emotions were running through your mind as you were doing those things.”

“Pauline, Stan kept his promise to tell you what happened, but sharing my emotions and thoughts was not part of what I agreed to do for Stan in making amends for my failure in our marriage. However, I am willing to answer your questions today to demonstrate my sincerity in the pledge that I made to Stan and to ease your mind as to the honesty of my intentions and actions.” I saw out of the corner of my eyes, Stan releasing a sigh of relief in hearing that statement from me.

“To answer your question, I felt good about doing what Stan asked me at that moment. My mind was thinking; one, that I am proud of my body, two that Stan wants to look at my breasts, and three I am keeping my word to him.”

“Now that I have answered your questions, you and I need a short time alone together. Come with me up there behind those trees.” My request caught Pauline off guard. She recovered quick enough to leave the table and started walking toward the trees. I quickly followed her. Once we were behind the trees facing each other, out of sight of Stan, I reached up and quickly before she had time to react, took off her shirt and then her bra. Reaching up with my hands, I grab and pulled on both of her nipples, holding them extended out while I told her the following: “Pauline, since you have not resisted my disrobing your upper body and my pulling on your nipples, I now believe that you do have submissive tendencies. This is how the situation between you, Stan, and me is going to work. I will do whatever Stan asked of me. You will continue to insist that Stan tells you every detail of his and my adventures. But in addition, if you need my perspective of the event(s), we can either discuss it over the phone or in person. I prefer in person. Do you understand?”

With her head bowed down, Pauline said, “Yes.” Then she said, “I saw your panties nail above the door of the cabin!”

“Are you curious about them being nailed above the door and what did that signify?”

“Yes.”

“They indicated the number of days that I was royally fuck while I was at the cabin.” Seeing the confused look on her face, I asked, “Do you understand the difference between being made love to and being fucked?”

Again, I saw that look of confusing on her face. Letting go of her nipples, I explained the following to her: gently fondling her breasts I said, “This is love making.” I then mildly slapped both of her breasts, “That is being fucked.” Taking her nipples into my hands I gently stoked, twisted, and pulled them outward, “That is love making.” Finally, I pulled her nipples out from her breasts until I saw her grimace in pain, “That is fucking.”

“Do understand the difference?”

“I think I am beginning to see the difference.”

“I am glad you said “beginning” because my little demonstration was a gross oversimplification of the two. I do guarantee by the time Stan is finished with me, you will completely understand the difference, have an appreciation for the difference, and a desire for both.”

“Just so you will know, at the cabin for six days in a row I was royally fucked. However, there was some love making in between all the fucking.”

“Put your shirt back on but leave it open so that your breasts are exposed. I am going to take your bra, put it on, close my blouse and wear it home. You can get my bra from Stan if you wish.”

We came out of the trees and walked back to Stan. I was really pleased with the look on his face as he saw Pauline’s exposed breasts.

“Stan, I am leaving now. Just call the next time you want to use my body.”

I started walking back to my car without looking back to see what Stan and Pauline were doing, it was none of my business.

The next Thursday night at around 10:00pm, I had the following phone conversation with Stan.

“Hello.”

“Hi Joan, this is Stan.”

“You did not have to identify yourself, after twenty years of marriage, you voice is imprinted into my brain. How are you and how is it going with Pauline?”

“I am well, and Pauline has made a step in the right direction of her servitude to me.”

“How can I help you, Stan?”

“If you are available, I want you to join me this coming Friday night for an overnight stay at a hotel. Dinner is, of course included in our evening together.”

“I will agree to join you for this overnight stay if you will agree to one condition?”

“Ok, what is that condition?”

“Just before we leave the hotel the next day, I want you to tell me what you expected to get from this occasion and if you got what you wanted.”

“Deal. Shall I pick you up or will you be meeting at the hotel?”

“I will meet you there. You must understand, I am not trying to get you back. Therefore, you and I will not be, at any time, be in each other’s home. Just text me the address of the hotel, the time, and where you want me to join you.”

“Ok, I understand. You should receive the text shortly. I would like for you to dress appropriately for this hotel while taking into consideration whether you believe that I would agree that outfit you choose will meet my desires.”

“Stan, my dressing appropriately goes without saying. See you tomorrow night.”

Ten minutes later I received his text. I was a little surprised. The hotel was one of the nicer one in our part of the town. It was not the place where you would take someone whom you were not trying to impress and whom you knew was a sure thing if sex was the main objective. I was to meet him there at 7:30pm.

I went over how I was to pick the dress that I would wear for Stan. I realized that I did not own the type of dress that I knew Stan wanted me to wear. So, the next morning I went shopping at a dress store in the local mall. The shop catered to women in their early to mid-twenties. With the help of one of the sales ladies, I picked three dresses to try on. The dresses when from medium length with slight cleavage showing, to short with a lot of cleavage, to a short one with lots of clavate but was also form fitting to an extreme showing all the curves of my body. Just as I was entering the dress room area, I noticed a man sitting down as the woman he was with went to try on a dress. He was rather a good looking man. He saw me looking at him. We nodded to each other as I went into the dressing area. I later came out with the first dress on and stood in front of the three way mirror. As I stepped back, I looked at him. He shook his head back and forth signifying that he did not like that dress on me. I nodded and went back and put on the second dress. Again, after stepping back from the mirror, he again indicated his dislike for the dress. When he saw the third dress he nodded yes with a smile on his face. It made me feel great that a handsome man validated that, even at my age, I had a body that could put a smile on a man’s face.

After I had finished purchasing the third dress, I walked back toward the dressing room area looking for that handsome man. Fortunately, he was still sitting in that same chair. We made eye contact and I mouthed thank you to him and saw that smile on his face which brought a rush of pleasure to that area between my legs.

Friday evening at 7:15Pm, I arrived at the hotel. Entering the lobby, I could see the entrance to the restaurant down the hall off to the left. I slowly walked over to one of the chairs in the lobby, stood looking around for a minute before sitting down. I had dress to impress, and I wanted to see how many men’s attention I could draw to myself. I was pleased with the response I received. One man even came over and started a conversation with me.

A few minutes later, Stan arrived and saw me talking to that male. I chuckled at Stan response as he came over to me a little faster than he needed to. When I got up and gave Stan a hug, the man I had been talking to looked disappointed and left after saying, “I see your date has arrived. It was nice talking to you.”

Stan, taking me by the hand walked us over to the restaurant maître d so we could be seated at our table. We were seated in the center of a booth. After settling in, the first thing Stan did was to place his hand high on skin of my thigh, saying, “Your outfit is exactly what I had in mind for you to wear.”

“It was not hard for me to figure out what you wanted me to wear. This outfit is the type that you always asked me to wear out in public, but I always refused to do so because the length of the dress is too short, and the top of the dress shows too much cleavage, and it is form fitting. But since I am to do the things for you that you desired of me in our marriage that I never did, it is now my pleasure to dress like this in public for you”.

At that point, the waiter came to the table, and we proceeded to order. We enjoyed a nice dinner together. Just before we were to order dessert, I felt Stan hand rubbing the front of my panties, which he was able to do since he had pushed the bottom of my dress up to my waist. Instead of being surprised, I had expected it and was looking forward to him pleasuring me that way, much in the same manner that John had done to me back in the cabin and the woods. I relaxed and enjoyed it.

“Joan, I am disappointed, there is some cloth between my hand and your pussy!”

“What would you have me do about that Stan?”

“You know what I want.”

I pulled my dress down, excused myself and went to the ladies’ room. I returned a few minutes later, stood in front of the table, asked Stan to put his hand out, where upon I deposited my panties into his hand. Stan smelled them and put them into his pocket.

From the time I sat down next to Stan until we got up to leave, his finger was in my pussy gently stroking me. Throughout that time, I was biting my bottom lip trying not to moan too loud, as I was experiencing a series of small orgasms. My thoughts were, I could have been enjoying situations like this for years if I had only been opened to trying new sexual things with Stan! What a fool I was!

We left the restaurant heading for the elevator. I stop, looked at Stan and said, “Would you like an opportunity to show off this slut on your arm? Let’s go the hotel’s bar on the top floor.”

With a look of glee on his face, Stan nodded yes and putting his hand on my ass, directing me to the elevators.

As we exit the elevator into the bar, we saw that the establishment has tables located around the floor and high stools at the bar itself. Not wanted to seem to be in control, I stop and wait for Stan to decide whether we should go to a table or to the bar itself. With a smile on his face, Stan leads me to the bar and its’ high stools. We both sat on the stools at the bar, facing the bar. The bartender asks us what we are having and then left to get our drinks. Stan and I got into a nice conversation about our current lives. Once our drinks arrive, Stan points out a feature of the bar rooms decor that requires me to spin around on the stool to see what he is pointing at. That position left me facing outward toward the tables in front of us. Of course, turning like that left my legs open, and since I was wearing a noticeably short dress with no panties, my pussy was being put on display for anyone sitting at those tables. People at those tables could not help but see the show I am putting on. I could see them discussing my brazen display, which was made even more attention getting because I was getting overly excited and start leaking somewhat. Stan sat there drinking in showing me off, evidence by the strong erection he was sporting in his pants. We remain sitting like that for the rest of our time in the bar. Finally, I was so excited that I beg Stan to take me to our hotel room.

As I slid off the stool, my dress rode even higher up my legs almost to the point of totally exposing my pussy. I gently pulled the dress down and we walk out of the bar heading to the elevator. Stan hand is again holding on to my ass cheeks. As we are standing in front of the elevator, with Stan directly behind me, waiting for it to arrive, Stan took my right hand and pulls it back toward him until it is resting on his erect penis. I got the message and began to rug up and down on his erect member.

The elevator finally arrived, and we step into an empty elevator. As the door is closing, Stan pushes me to the back of the elevator, stands in front of me, pulls my dress up above my waists, insert a finger deep into my pussy, and starts finger fucking me. I throw my head back in pleasure, barely maintaining my balance. Our room is 10 stories down. The elevator stops four floors below where we got on. As a middle-aged couple entered the elevator, they see Stan and I, and then turns facing the elevator door. As they got off two floors later, the woman turns and said, “It’s ok my dear, you can moan all you want now.” As the door closes Stan and I bust out laughing.

When we reach our floor as we started to step out of the elevator, Stan removed his finger and started to pull my dress down. I moved his hand away and walked out of the elevator with my dress still up around my waists. The room he had booked was at the end of a long hallway. I was disappointed that we did not encounter anyone as we made the long walk to his room.

Stan opened the door and I step in and turned around to face him as he stepped in. I got on my knees, pull down the zipper of his pants and pulled out his erect penis, stuff it into my mouth and gave him the type of blow job that I should have done all the years ago. He came a minute later flooding my mouth with his cum.

I was still on my knees, wiping the excess cum from my lips when Stan got a fist full of my hair and pulled my face back making me look up into his eyes. “Joan, that was great. Get up and take your clothes off. I want to sit on the bed, stroking my penis while I look at the back of your naked body as you stand in front of the room’s window masturbating for the enjoyment of me and anyone who happens to look into this room.

I took off my clothes and walked over to the window. That window could clearly be seen from other rooms in the hotel and from the parking lot below. When I was in position, I became embarrassed at being displayed like some cheap hooker and almost turned around and said no. Remembering my promise to Stan, I straighten up, thrusted my pussy forward and started the best job of masturbating that I was capable of. I got so turned on that when I came, I squirted a large amount of cum onto the window before collapsing to the floor where for the next few minutes I was twitching through several minor orgasms. Stan stayed on the bed, recovering from his own ejaculation as he enjoyed watching the sight of me twitching on the floor.

Finally, he got up and picked me up and placed me in the bed on my stomach with my head at the foot of the bed. He then got into the bed, pull me upwards by my hips so that my pussy was even with his mouth. Stan started eating me out. I looked at his penis and saw it was still erect. I took it into my mouth and started sucking on it. The pleasure of our “69” was intense and after we both came; I was so exhausted at that I feel asleep.

When I awoke in the morning, I found myself alone in the bed. There was a note on the pillow which read, “Joan, that was an amazing date. I got what I wanted from this date; for you to put aside your morals and to do, without hesitation, any, and everything I asked of you. But the biggest thing I got from this adventure, was seeing that you enjoyed everything, especially this morning. I will contact you soon for our next adventure. The room has been paid for, just leave before 11:00am. Stan.”

My reaction from the letter was that he is treating me like a slut. But, as I promised, that is what I am to him now, a slut. As I wonder what he meant by, “seeing you enjoyed everything, especially this morning.” I looked down at my pussy and I understood. It had semen leaking out of it. He fucked this morning as I slept (something he had always wanted to do to me during our marriage).

Since the only clothes I had were the clothes from last night (no panties), I put the dress back on and took the walk of shame out of the hotel to my car and drove home. During the drive, as I was pleasuring myself by stroking the insides of my pussy with a few of my fingers. I could see and smelled Stan’s cum coming out of me. That made me reflect on the date and I realized that I felt good about “everything” that happened.

I wondered how Pauline would react to the events of the date once Stan gives her all the details. I was surprised that Pauline did not contact me to discussed what had happen that night.

Over the next few weeks, I resumed my life post Stan. However, I did, several times masturbate while reliving that night with Stan. After recovering from my climaxes, I examined my feelings and emotions that I experienced when accepting, preparing for, and during the date.

First there was that man at the dress shop who was so right in picking that third dress. Not only Stan but every man who noticed me that night liked that dress (and thus the body in that dress).

Second, I got a thrill the way Stan came to get me from that man that was trying to hit me up.

Third, being order by Stan to bear my pussy in the restaurant and bar amp up my sexual excitement.

Fourth, I liked how Stan took charge of me by placing his hand on my ass to lead me to the elevator from the restaurant.

Fifth, flashing my pussy in the bar had me salivating for someone, anyone to fuck me (that is one of the advantages of being 40+, you do not have that reflex of shame for being so blatant).

Sixth, in the elevator when Stan was finger fucking in front of that couple, that drove away an inkling of decency that I still may have had that night. That is why I walked down the hall to his room with my lower body completely uncovered, hoping to be seen!

Seventh, all of that combined with standing naked and masturbating in front of room’s window is the reason I came so hard that I squirted my fluids all over the window in front of me before collapsing semi-unconscious to the floor.

Eighth and final, I enjoyed reading his note to me in the morning. The note made me truly fell like a slut. The feeling of being a slut was added to when I discovered that he had fucked me before he left without caring whether I got anything from his doing that to me. I thought that every woman might, at least once in their life, appreciate and experience that feeling.

Two month later, Stan informed to me that he was indeed in need of my “services” again. You noticed this time he did not ask but informed me! Stan’s high school was having a twenty-five year and first reunion two weekends from today. His high school being on the west coast (Los Angeles), he was planning on being there from Friday through Sunday. The invitation was for the student and a plus one. Pauline is afraid to fly that is why he was informing me that I would be his plus one. The reunion would be a formal affair. After verifying that I could take a vacation day for the Friday flight to the coast I informed Stan that I would indeed accompany him to the reunion.

I needed a new dress for this occasion. I went to that same store (it was becoming my favor dress store). I spent about a half hour selecting four dresses that I thought were appropriate for a class reunion function.

I was walking toward the fitting room when I saw him, the guy that help me pick out the dress for my first event with Stan. This time I was determined to meet him. I walk over to where he was sitting. “Hello, I do not know if you remember me, but you were so helpful in my deciding what dress to buy a few months ago.”

“Yes, I do remember. How could I forget giving such a fine looking woman!

Standing there overwhelmed by his comment, I stated, “Well, I am here again with the same problem. I am going to a high school reunion with a friend who wants to make an impression on his old classmates. Could you help me again?”

Holding out his hand to shake mine he said, “It would be my pleasure. My name is Don, and yours?”

Taking his hand into mine, “I am Joan. You have such good taste in women’s clothing.”

“Thank you. I do this often for my daughter. I took up this responsibility after her mother passed. She is trying on some dress now. So, I will again have double duty today with two beautiful women.”

“Thank you for the compliment. I will be back shortly with the first of four dresses.”

I walked into the dress room to not only try on the dress but at that moment to gather myself from the excitement I was feeling from finally meeting this man! I picked the lease desirable dress to try on first. That way, I will have his attention throughout the four dresses.

I watched the hall from the dressing rooms trying to see when his daughter would come out. I wanted to be by myself when I showed him the dresses. I saw a young woman come out. She had a resemblance to him, so I figure she had to be his daughter. When she came back, I stepped out of the dressing room.

Instead of going to the 3 way mirror, I went and stood directly in front of him and then spung around showing him the complete view of the dress.

“Nice, but I want to withhold my advice until I have seen all four of the dresses.”

“Ok. Number two coming up.” I was encouraged by how he looked at me and his requesting to see all four. I believe he wanted more time looking at me!

He just looked at dress 2 and 3 without much comment. For the fourth dress, I took a little more time coming out, I wanted to make sure it fit properly since it was the most reveling of the dresses.

I walked over to him and saw this smile appear on his face. When I stood in front of him, after doing the twirl, he stood up, took my hand, and really looked closely at me. With a glint in his eyes he said, “This is the one, it shows off your wonderful body and it enhances the beautify of your face.” I blushed.

Regaining my senses, I asked, “Can you possible wait here until I change. I promise to come back quickly”.

“For such a beautiful woman, I can I refuse.”

I went back into the dress room and hurriedly changed and got the dresses together. When I returned, I saw his daughter walking away to go purchase her dress.

“Don, I hope I am not being too forward, but after you had helped me the first time, I regretted not introducing myself. I was determined to not make that mistake again. I would like very much to have chance to thank you for your help and opportunity to really meet you. If you like, we can exchange phone numbers and I could call you when I return from my trip to the west coast.”

He smiled, pulled out his phone and asked for my number. He then called me so his number would be on my phone. I thank him just as his daughter was coming back from the register. We shook hands and parted ways. I had a smile on my face and a tingle in my most intimate parts.

On the Friday of the reunion weekend, I met Stan at the airport. We checked in for our flight and went and sat in the seats of the airline’s gate area to await the plane’s departure. I thought it was time to ask Stan what he expected of me for this trip. Was I to be an ex-wife, wife, girlfriend or just an acquaintance?

“Joan, I want you to be whatever you think I expect of you this weekend.”

That left me out in left field. If I would act like I did when we were married, I would be a lady. If I were to be the person promised to satisfy Stan needs, my actions would be based upon any leads I could detect from Stan. However, being the person that I am now, I would start out as a lady and then let the events dictate my actions. But the question was, what do I think that Stan wants from me. I did not know the answer to that question, so I decided to go with my gut reaction to the events as they unfolded.

I was seated in the middle seat and Stan was at the window seat. Our flight would last six hours, a long boring time. I sat quietly reading a book during the first hour of our flight. Stan looked rather bore looking out the window. I felt somewhat cold in the plane, so I asked the stewardess for a blanket. I placed the blanket over my and Stan’s lap. Stan glanced at me as if to say, I do not need the blanket. That was just before I slide my arm under the blanket and sought out his penis. I gently stroke it which took care of his not wanting a blanket. I did not want to make him come, so I would stroke a little, stop for a short while and then start up again. That generated pleasure but prevented him from coming.

An hour later, I got up and went to the restroom. I returned with my panties in my left hand. Once the blanket was over my lap, I slipped my panties into Stan hand, closed my eyes, and laid my head back onto the head rest. A minute later my pussy was rewarded by Stan fingers gently stroking and softly entering it. I continued to rest my head on the head rest for the rest of the flight.

When the plane landed at LAX, I was excited. I had never been to Los Angeles.

We left the airport and went to one of the nearby hotels. This hotel was where the reunion was to be held. In the cab ride to the hotel, I was looking all around trying to absorb as much of L.A. as I could.

Our room was on the top floor of the hotel. As I stepped into the room I was overwhelmed with the elegance of the room. As soon as the bellhop closed the room door on his way out, I ran up to Stan and gave him a tight hug and a powerful kiss. Releasing him, I stepped back, pull my dress up above my waists, exposed my freshly shaven pussy, and turn and walked into the bedroom and stood in feet of the bed. Turning around and bending over, and placing my hands on the foot of the bed, I said to Stan, “Which hole do you want to fuck me in?” I will let you figure out which one he aggressively drove his penis into. It was better than anything that John and Kevin had done to me back the forest area around the cabin!

After gathering our strength and cleaning ourselves up (especially me since I had to make sure I removed all the cum from my rectum), we went to the hotel restaurant and had a very enjoyable dinner. Returning to our room we were both exhausted and got ready for bed. Stan emerged from the bathroom wearing pajamas. I went in and later came out wearing my birthday suit. Stan gave me a quizzical look. I responded, “Sluts are not allowed to wear any clothing when sleeping with their master!”

After waking up and having breakfast in the room, Stan informed me that he wanted to spend the day showing me Hollywood via a bus tour. We had plenty of time since the reunion dinner/dance did not start until 7:00pm. My mind began to spin trying to figure how I should dress, conservative, like a tourist, or like a slut. I picked slut.

Stan vetoed that, saying there would be too great of a chance of running into people from the reunion and he did not want me to have to deal with people’s indignation over that. That touched me and made me realize that Stan understood that even though I was to give him his sexual fantasies, there is still a time and place for everything. That made me even more determined when the time was right to give Stan the greatest sexual experience that I was capable of!

I changed and came back as a tourist. I got to see most of the sites in Hollywood and we had a good time doing so!

Back at the hotel as we showered and dress for the dinner, the thought occurred to me, how was Stan going to introduce me to his classmates. Wife (none of his high school mates were invited to our wedding), ex-wife, girlfriend, or acquaintance?

“Stan, how are you going to handle introducing me to your high school friends?”

“I hadn’t given it any thought. What do you suggest?”

“What kind of behavior do you want from me tonight? That will determine my actions. Remember, I promised to satisfy your sexual desires. What, in your wildest sexual imagination do you desire of me tonight. Or you would like me to determine my actions in a way that will give you what I think is the greatest sexual thrill?”

“Since I will probably never see anyone from here again, I am intrigued as to how you would like to please me. I will leave it up to you. However, I will introduce you as my girlfriend, that seems to be the best option in allowing you the most latitude in your actions.”

“Agreed, girlfriend I am! And let’s make that “recent girlfriend.”

I had Stan wait for me in the front room of the apartment as I dressed for the dinner. I wanted to see the look on his face as he saw in my dress for the first time.

I walked out of the bedroom into the front in as dignified manner as possible, which was ironic considering how reveling (but classy) the dress was. It was a full length form fitting white dress with a black flower design, slits on both legs that went up to 4 inches above the knees, with exposed shoulders and back, and enough cleavage to draw attention to my firm C cup breasts.

Stan was stunned by my outfit. He asked me to spin around to give him the complete view of the sight in front of him. He quickly noticed and commented on how the dress showed off my tight, firm ass.

Stan next reached for my hand and led us out of the room on our way to the hotel ball room and the reunion. As we entered the ball room, Stan signed the event’s register book. At that point, we were escorted to a table near the ball room stage. Stan pulled back a chair for me as I seated myself. Looking at the couples already seated, Stan had this surprised look on his face. He went around the table shaking hands with four men (Chad, Steve, Kurt, and James) seated at the table. It turned out that the five of them were the starting five for the high school basketball team. Stan had not seen any of them since he left California and moved to the east coast. After his excitement died down, Stan introduced me to the table. The other four men did the same, introducing the wives and or girlfriends.

It turned out that I got to know women well as we were playing second fiddle those five guys reliving their past glory.

The food and wine for the dinner was excellent. Soon after a band started playing dancing music. Stan escorted me the dance floor where we danced through several songs. I did notice that the other four men at the table, when they were not dancing themselves, were, covertly, watched me dancing. I guessed, they liked what they saw!

It did appear that everyone at the table had a good time. After the awards ceremony, one of the couples started saying farewell, Stan informed the guys that he had obtained copies of several of the basketball games from their senior year and had digitized them and copy them to a zip drive. He invited them to come to our room tomorrow night to watch the games. He caught himself and extended the invitation to the ladies as well. The ladies as a unit, declined, stating they did not want to cramp the guy’s style. One of them suggested that I join her for the evening. I declined, stating I need to get some rest the night before flying back to the east coast. The real reason for declining her invitation was that I knew the Stan would want me to act as hostess for the evening, and it was something I wanted to do for him.

Stan and I left soon after and went to the hotel bar for some drinks and to unwind from the reunion. We sat at a table and had a few drinks. We went over the events of the last two days. From Stan’s comments, it was apparent that this trip, so far, had been a complete success. He thanked me for coming with him, for my attitude during the trip, for our relaxing flight to L.A., and for how he like how I dressed to satisfy him. But his biggest thanks was for when I gave up my ass to him. He stated that he had always wanted to do that to me. I was feeling good about Stan enjoying this trip and my part in giving him an enjoyable experience. Yet there was still tomorrow and especially the viewing of the game film party.

“Stan, we have one more day and evening in L.A. I want to do whatever you want to do for the rest of our time in L.A. However, I was wondering if it would be ok with you to leave it to me how I will conduct myself at tomorrow’s night film viewing?”

“Joan, I want to take it easy tomorrow during the day. I really want to spend that time alone with you and your body. As far as watching the game films goes, this will probably be the last time I see those four guys in my life. I want it to be an enjoyable and memorable event for the five of us. How you participate in that evening, I will leave up to you. You can do anything you want to make it enjoyable and memorable for us all, including yourself.”

“Thank you, Stan, I will do my best for you!”

I was overwhelmed by Stan’s comments. I had this urgent desire to please him. I figured the best way to accomplish that was with an extraordinary sexual act on my part, something above even the things he desired but figured I would never do for him. Since he wants to spend tomorrow during the day exploring and enjoying my body, I thought I should expose him to some of the things I experienced with John and Kevin.

It was getting late, and I could see that Stan was tired from the day’s events. I slid closer to Stan to the point that our shoulders and hips were in firm contact. I placed my hand on his thigh and lightly rub it. Ever so slowly, I moved my hand up his leg until I made contact with his penis. I stroked it through his pants until it got very rigid. I intently watched Stan’s face as he was still talking while trying not to show from his expression what was happening under the table. Even through the surprised look on his face, I saw how much he was enjoying my attention to his center of sexual pleasure. I only stopped when his precum had created a small wet spot on his trousers. I then leaned over and whispered in his ear, “unfortunately, considering where we are and that we might be seen by some of your classmates, I cannot do what I wanted to do, bend down under the table and stick your cock into my mouth and bring you off!” Stan turned and looked me in my eyes with an expression of surprise and lust.

He then caught me off guard, as I felt his hand sliding through the slit in my dress, grabbing my panties as he slid them over to the side and thrust one of his fingers deep inside of me. It was my turn to keep my composure as I stifled a moan.

At that point, I unzip him trousers, stuck my hand inside and brought his rigid penis outside of his pants. In response, Stan urgently tore at my panties, ripping them to the point that he was able to pull them from my body through the slit in my dress and placed them into his pocket. That bruised my hip and elicited a pain/pleasure response from me. I then flashed back to the pleasure/pain of John whipping my breasts back in the forest. I leaned into Stan chest and hugged him trying to get him to realized how his action was sexually exciting me.

“Joan, put my penis back inside my pants. It is time for us to adjourn to our room.” Without taking my eyes from his face, I did as he requested, slide out from the table, and stood up waiting for him to take me out of the bar and back to our room. Stan got up and placed his hand tightly around my waist and lead me out and to the elevator. As we waited for the elevator, Stan lowered his hand from my waist and firmly gripped my ass cheek. His hand stayed there until we entered the elevator.

Once in the elevator Stan pushed me into the corner of the elevator, using both of his hands he roughly fondled both of my breasts. Stan was a man sexually excited to the extreme and was in the process of taking my body to use as he wanted for his sexual release.

When we got to our floor, Stan grabbed the front of my dress and dragged me down the hall to our room. I was being completely overwhelmed by Stan aggression and gave into it willing, I wanted this. Once inside the room, Stan took us straight into the bedroom, order to me strip and to get onto the bed, while he removed his clothes. I laid on the bed with my legs spread open and my hands stretched out above my head waiting for his to take me.

Stan quickly got on the bed and further spread out my legs. He then laid on top of me, kissing me hard. He stopped kissing me, raising his face up to look me in the eyes as his right hand grabbed my left breast using it to pull my body slight up from the bed. He let go and I dropped back onto the bed. Having released that breast, he used his fingers to grasp it nipple, twisting and pulling it outward.

Letting go of that nipple he moved his hand down to my pussy, inserting three fingers inside of it. Those fingers found my G spot and after half a minute brought me to an orgasm so intense, that I lifted my hips a foot off the bed. At the instant, Stan firmly slapped my pussy which intensified my orgasm two fold racking my body with that mixture of pleasure/pain that I had become accustomed to at the hands of John and Kevin. My pussy still being above the bed, I begged Stan to hit my pussy again. He did and I exploded into a second orgasm.

As I lowered my pussy back down to the bed, Stan positioned his legs on the sides of my head and stuffed his penis into my mouth. He then proceeded to firmly fuck my face until he exploded his cum down my throat. I gladly swallowed it all.

Stan extricated his body from mine and laid on his side next to me. We were both physically exhausted, so after I covered our bodies with the bedding I reached over and hugged Stan from behind. Feeling that I had given Stan a night of sex that he will never forget, I fell asleep.

In the morning, I felt Stan getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom with a hardon brought about by needing to relieve himself. I immediately got up and followed him into the bathroom. I got there just as he had pointed his penis toward the bowl. I removed his hand from his penis and put mine in its place. I held his penis as he peed and shook it when he finished to make sure he got it all out. I then bent over put it into my mouth and licked it clean for him.

I order breakfast through room service. After eating we retired back to the bed and spent the rest of the day tenderly enjoying each other’s body. That made me so regretful of how sexually inhibited I was when I was married to Stan.

About 2 hours before it was time for the guys to arrive, I went out and secured drinks and snacks for the evening. I then began to go over in my head my attire and my attitude for my role as server for the viewing of the game films.

At the appointed time for the evening activities, I had the room ready: I had run the cable to the TV from the computer which I set on the end of the coffee table where Stan would operate it, I moved the coffee table in front of the couch, making sure there was enough room between the table and the couch to accommodate those guys long legs, set two of the room’s chairs next to the far end of the couch, and placed the snacks on the top of the room’s dresser (the only other flat surface in the room).

Stan was in the bedroom changing his clothes and I sat near the room’s door ready to greet the four members of his high school basketball team as they arrived. Exactly at 8:00pm there was a knock on the door. I open the door and welcome them into the room. They had carpooled together to the hotel. It was fun how the four of them looked at me as they entered the room. Their eyes looked me up and down as they appraised the dress that I was mostly not wearing.

The dress which was full length extended from barely covering the top of my breast to the top of my feet. It was made of a blue material with flower patterns dispersed throughout. It had straps that went from the top of the dress, over the shoulders and attached to top of the dress in the back. It had buttons in the front that went from the top of the dress all the way down to the hem of the dress. What cause the attention the dress was getting was the fact that the only button that was button was the button in the middle of my breast. That and the fact that the dress was the only thing I had on. As I stood by the door with my legs shoulder wise apart, the dress split open from the bottom to that one button between my breasts. In that stance everything from my bare feet, my tone legs, my clean shaven vagina, flat somewhat muscular stomach with its pierced belly button, and the exposed bottom portion of my breasts were available for their viewing pleasure. I felt this immense pleasure being so slutty and wantonly exposed to these men that I just meet a short time ago. My heart skipped a beat and my vagina moistened.

Stan must have heard the commotion because he came out of the bedroom and saw his four high school buddies looking intently at me. He turned and looked at me and immediately his expression mirrored that of his four buddies. His look was the proof that my dressing this way was fulling one of his fantasies. I was pleased that I was giving him something that he had long desire that his wife would do for him, being a slutty woman to be shared with his friends.

Gaining control of himself, Stan greeted the guys and suggested that everyone be seated. He then informed the guys that I would be serving as host for tonight and that whatever they wanted, just to ask me and that I would bring it to them.

After everyone was situated, Stan started the game films. I went to sit in a chair located to the left on the other side of the room from the TV where I could see the film and still be, essentially, facing the guys. As I sat down in the chair, I placed the back of the dress over the back of the chair and sat my ass down on the seat of the chair. I straighten up my posture and crossed my legs which blocked the guys view of my pussy. Sitting that way exposed my body just slightly less than I did at the door, yet still inviting them to lust after my body. Their lusting amped up the sexual pleasure I was experiencing being so exposed.

Befitting his position as the team’s point guard, Kurt was the first to ask me to serve him a drink and some snacks. I was sure that he realized when I got up, that my body would be totally exposed except for my breasts. As I got up and my pussy was again exposed to the guys, I loved how them looking at my sex. That made sexual thrills surge through my body. The surges were so great I almost decided to expose my breasts but realize I had to save something for later.

Kurt watched me intently as I got up to go get his food and drink. I walked over to stand in front of him when I handed him his food. He reached for his food and said thank you while his eyes were looking straight at my exposed and quivering pussy. I stood there for a few moments, hesitated moving back to my chair. I wanted him to get a good look at my pussy so he would desire it. It was that desire that temporarily prevented me from going back to my chair. Finally, I went and sat down in my chair but this time I pulled both sides of my dress over my legs restoring my “modesty”. I wanted to torment the other guys hoping to get them to quickly as for my hosts services.

It only took a minute before Chad made the same request of me. I repeated the move of standing directly in front of him while handing him his food. Actually, I stood closer to his face than I did when I serve Kurt. I believe that I was close enough for him to smell my sex! Before I could return to my chair, Steve and James requested my services as their host. I brought their food to them separately, thus giving they both the individual treat of staring at my exposed and very moist pussy and to smell me!

Without being ask, I next served Stan his food. Since Stan was sitting in a chair at the end of the couch, instead of immediately returning to my chair, I stood next to his shoulder. He was really watching the film but being a man with an essentially nude woman standing next to him, his left hand found itself reaching through the open dress, sliding around my left leg, until he placed his hand on the inside of that leg, just below my pussy. He lightly stroking my leg for a while until I moved to go back to my chair, sitting once again, as I did for most of the rest of the night, with my legs crossed and the dress totally open except where the last button remained buttoned.

About 15 minutes later, Kurt asked for a refill. I immediately got up and brought him another round of drinks and more snacks. Feeling mischievous, I decided to see what he would do if stood by him for a few minutes. I just looked blankly toward the TV, not moving. Just as I had decided that nothing was going to happen, I saw him look toward Stan as he put his hand around my leg just as Stan had done. Stan noticed but said nothing. That embolden Kurt and the fingers of his hand moved upward until they softly touch the lips of my pussy. I just stood there trying not to moan or quiver while I let him covertly stroke my vagina. Fortunately, his actions did not go unnoticed by Chad, Steve, and James.

As soon as I left Kurt side, James asked for a refill. Smiling, I complied with his request and after delivering his food and drink, I stood by his side. Within seconds his hand went around my exposed leg to my pussy which he aggressively stroked. I stood there, eyes closed trembling and softly moaning trying not to scream out in a climax. I awoke from that state as I heard Steve and Chad requesting a refilled. Being an equal opportunity host, I gave them both equal times to stroke my excited pussy.

Finally, Stan called me over to him and told me to sit in his lap. Once I got there Stan said to the guys, that I has completed my hosting duties for the night and that the guys would have to get their own refills. Once I was seated on his lap, Stan unbuttoned that button between my breasts and pulled the dress off me. For the rest of the evening of film watching, I remained nude in his lap while he played with my breasts, pussy and even a little with my anus, bring me to several obvious and noisy climaxes which were intently observed by the guys.

As the last film ended Stan told me to stand up. He then ordered me to clean the coffee table. James was sitting next to Stan, so I placed myself I directly in front of him, as I bent over to removing his trash from the coffee table exposing ass to his viewing pleasure. I took my time gathering the items in front of him, for I had a strong sexual desire to expose my pussy and ass to him. I wanted him to touch me, to insert his fingers into me making me moan with the pleasure of being used that way. He correctly interpreted my actions to mean that my ass was there for his pleasure. It only took a second before I felt his hands roaming over my ass cheeks. I looked over my shoulder and gave him a smile. After about twenty seconds, I straighten up and took the trash over to the trash can near the dresser. I went back and stood in front of Chad and gave him the same chance to play with me. He was bolder and stroke my pussy lips enlisting a quite moan from me. Next was Steve who up the ante up by inserting two fingers inside of me which made me shutter. Lastly Kurt, who could not be out done by the other guys, placed two fingers initially in my pussy before removing one and placing it deep inside my anus causing me to have to steady myself by placing both of my hands on the coffee table as I experienced a mild climax.