Sara was so sexy, she even walked seductively, her ass moving gently side to side as she walked ahead of him. They walked across the parking lots to Lafollette and on past it to her building. She punched the button for the elevator and the doors opened almost instantly. She walked in and he followed. When the doors closed, she slid her arms around him and looked up into his eyes.

Gently he bent his head down and softly touched his lips to hers. Her mouth was soft and sweet and it was only a few seconds before she opened her mouth and slid the tip of her tongue into his. He was shaking from being so nervous, but Sara’s gentle French kiss seemed to calm him some. He gently raised his hand toward her breast, but stopped short when the elevator door began to open.

She led him to the stairs and then down the hall to her room. She quickly unlocked the door and ushered him in. The room was dark, except for one small lamp on her desk. She quickly turned him around and continued their kiss from the elevator. Sara’s tongue was less gentle this time and seemed to desire more from him than before. He slid his tongue a little further into her mouth and she moaned from the pleasure.

She exerted a little pressure on him and they went back onto her bed. She adjusted herself so she was straddling him, her crotch rubbing firmly against his. He began to unbutton her blouse, his fingers trembling intensely. Sara grabbed his hands and pushed the down to his chest, then she continued to unbutton her blouse for him. When she finished, she pulled the rest of the blouse out of her pants and then she pulled the top off altogether.

He gently reached up his hand and began to trace a line from her cheek, down her chin and her neck, then down her bra strap, over the edge of her bra cup, and finally to the point where her cups met. He then slowly spread his hand out over her left breast and began to massage it softly through the lacy white cloth of her underwear. Sara moaned softly as he began to stroke her nipple to erection. Then he began to cup her other breast with his other hand.

Sara sat up, rubbing her crotch harder against his erection, which was now firm in his pants. His hands were stretched out over both her breasts. He began lifting up on the bottom of her bra, trying to pull it up. Sara reached around behind her back and unhooked it for him and it fell away in his hands.

He looked at her full, soft breasts. Creamy white, unblemished, firm, with erect nipples. He suddenly realized that HE was doing this to her, causing her to be excited. He had thought no one would ever be turned on by him, but he was finally beginning to believe in himself.

Sara bent over a little, her beautiful breast wavering only inches from his mouth. He instinctively licked his lips, then placed his mouth softly over her nipple and areola. Sara gasped lightly as he took it into his mouth. She placed her hand on the back of his head, holding his mouth against her bosom. Meanwhile, she continued to rub her crotch against the bulge in his pants. She was already so excited that she was very wet between her legs; her clitoris swollen from rubbing against his erection.

As he suckled liked an infant, his right hand moved slowly from her other breast toward the elastic of her sweats. He moved it gently over the soft bulge between her legs. He pressed a little harder, which solicited a gasp from Sara’s mouth. He pulled his hand back and slid it into her sweats, but over the silky softness of her panties. He could feel the soft hairs of her mound underneath, begging to be touched, and the heavy wetness of her excitement.

He stroked her for many minutes, at the same time switching his mouth back and forth between her breasts. Finally, he pulled his hand back and slid it into her underwear. Her mound of silky hairs was slippery wet against his fingers. He had no trouble sliding two fingers into the mouth of her vagina.

“Oh god,” she moaned in a whisper.

He worked his fingers slowly back and forth into her vagina, each time he penetrated deeper. Sara arched herself back away from him, allowing him to pull down her sweats and panties all at once. She then twisted around on the bed, slipping out of the remainder of her clothes (except her socks, which they had both discovered the other found incredibly sexy).

She lay facing him, naked. His shirt was partly unbuttoned; a situation which she soon remedied. He pulled her bare breasts against his chest and he began to kiss her passionately. Their tongues were clashing and their hands were moving furiously through each other’s hair.

He pushed her to her back and she wrapped her legs around his hips. He rubbed the bulge in his pants against her like he was already deep inside her. Sara was being overwhelmed by the speed and force with which he was grinding against her and she suddenly exploded in tremendous waves of pleasure…

“Oh, oh, oh, oh god… I’m… ooooh… I’m coming!” she cried in his ear. Her hips and ass thrust about wildly as he pressed into her with all his energy.

After a few seconds, the heat was flushed out of her system and she collapsed for a few minutes. He slid off of her and lay his head on her breasts, gently suckling like he had been before he became so aggressive. Sara ran her fingers softly through his unruly brown hair. He turned from her bosoms to look into her eyes.

“I didn’t mean to be so hard on you.”

“You weren’t… I’m used to it. But I liked it when it was gentle, that was nice.” She smiled.

He smiled back and kissed her softly on the lips. He moved down and softly nuzzled her breasts before continuing his downward journey. As he got closer to her mound, she began to feel hot and prickly. His mouth slipped past her navel and began to kiss the top part of her soft, brown, pubic triangle. She spread her legs slowly as his mouth moved down completely over her wet mound of Venus. The tip of his tongue slid down partway into the cleft of her labia at the top.

She shuddered as it darted around her clitoris. He wrapped his arms under and then over her thighs, which helped her hold her legs apart. He slid his tongue down all the way to her inner labia, sliding it gently into her vagina.

His lips came to press fully against her genitals, his tongue at least two inches inside of her. The taste didn’t seem to bother him, perhaps it was because it was passion that drove him to her depths. Sara was rolling her hips and ass, as well as arching her back and head, as she moaned his name softly. He didn’t make any sudden or deliberate movements; nothing to disturb the gentleness with which he was giving her pleasure.

As Sara ran her fingers over his head, holding it between her legs, he pulled one hand back and slid one finger deep into her vagina. He pulled it out a few seconds later and slowly, but in time to his licking, began to move that finger back and forth into her anus. Sara felt electricity shoot up her spine as he touched this forbidden part of her anatomy.

After a short time, his finger was all the way up inside her rectum, moving in time to the massaging movements of his tongue and mouth on her genitals. She felt the pressure of another orgasm building within her loins. Slowly she rocked her hips, keeping her actions as tender as possible. It was building… building… BUILDING!!

“Oh, oh, please!” She cried, softly. “Oh, oh, yes!”

She fell into a short sleep.

The erection in his pants was straining. He wanted so much to plunge into Sara, to experience the warmth of her love canal surrounding his hard penis. But he knew there was still more pleasure to come, this time for him.

They lay together, letting their passions cool again. She had her head on his chest and was gently stroking his erection through his pants. She unbuttoned his slacks and slid down the zipper. He lifted his hips and she pulled them off. The bulge in his underwear excited her again. She rubbed the cotton cloth of his briefs before she reached her fingers under the elastic and pulled them down past his socked feet. She lay beside him.

He began to suckle her breast again as she wrapped her hand around the length of his penis and started to stroke it back and forth. She pulled away from his mouth as she moved hers down toward the head of his erection. Gently she took it into her mouth.

He felt such a warmth surround his phallus that he almost ejaculated immediately, but her manipulation of his testicles staved it off. She wrapped a hand around the base of his penis and lightly squeezed. His head became swollen and then she took it into her mouth again, this time she took it all the way to her throat.

“Uh…ohhh, Sara… ohhhh. Honey… ohhh…that feels so wonderful…” he moaned softly to her. She was craving this tender attention. To her, it seemed more like love than lustful passion.

She moved her mouth up and down on his erection. She began to quicken the pace, but not enough to disrupt their promise of gentle lovemaking. He was tightening his hip, buttock, and thigh muscles as she sucked on him. His breathing was becoming more rapid.

“Sara… I-I’m going to… uhngh!” he moaned tenderly. “It’s too much…uh. I’ve never been this far… you’d better… uh… stop… or I’ll… uh… OH!” It was too late, he began to come.

His hips and thighs shook as the semen rose in his genitals and his prostate gland tightened. He felt a flood of warmth rise in his testicles and penis. Then he was throbbing. Sara let his organ slip out of her mouth as the first wave came…a hot white gush of sperm ejaculated onto her cheek before she could get it back in her mouth, then she began bobbing her head up and down.

Five more jets squirted from his erection before his supply was depleted, though it continued to throb for several dozen more times. She swallowed all that came into her mouth, ignorant of everything but the passion his climax made her feel.

“Oh Sara!” He was crying. She climbed up and wrapped herself around him and caressed him.

“What’s wrong, honey? Don’t cry. I’m here.” She stroked his face and brushed away his tears.

“I-I’m sorry, Sara. I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never felt anything like that before. It drained me so much.”

“Hey, it’s OK. I’ve never felt anything like this before either. I was right when I told Linda you were someone special.”

“You told her that?” He asked, turning her onto her back and propping himself up on his elbow to talk to her.

“Yeah, of course I did. It’s true.”

He looked into her green eyes. “Sara…”

“Yes?” She asked, without hesitation, her eyes meeting his.

He paused, considering what he was about to ask her. “Do you want to make love with me?”

Her eyes flickered for a second. “Yes…” she whispered and pressed her lips softly against his. His hand gently caressed her arm and moved slowly to her breast. She turned slightly and pressed her body against his. She could feel the head of his penis pressing against her mons. She moved them apart slowly and his erection moved a little ways into her. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

“I care about you too much to betray you.” He said suddenly.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t make love to you, in good conscience, without taking precautions.” He stood up and went across to where Sara had thrown his pants. He pulled out his wallet and removed a small square package. Sara smiled at him as he brought it over to her.

“You are special.” she said as she tore open the packet and removed the condom from inside. They began to kiss again in the position they were in before, but this time Sara stroked his penis, unrolling the condom onto it. He pressed it into her as they lay on their sides. She rolled slowly onto her back with him riding her.

His erection seemed to naturally slip into her vagina. Sara sprawled herself out as he slid his hands under and over her shoulders to hold more firmly onto her. He slowly pushed himself into her mound, stopping every so often to pull back and then thrust deeper into her again. Soon he was moving rhythmically back and forth inside of her. She could feel him pressing closer and closer to the cervix of her uterus. Her hips and buttocks began to move up against him.

“Ohhhh….uhhhhh… you’re so wonderful…” she moaned, caressing his back with her hands.

“Ohhhhh…Sara… this is the most wonderful thing… uhhhh… I’ve ever felt… I-I…” he answered back, but hesitating almost to say the most important words.

Their mouths were locked in a passionate kiss, her tongue darting in and around his mouth. His chest was pressing against her breasts, flattening them against her chest. The only space between their bodies was where he was pulling back to thrust again into her mound with his erect phallus. Her mons was covered in light chocolate hairs, but they were matted by the lubrication she was producing to facilitate their consummation.

His swollen penis was almost seven inches long and about an inch and three quarters wide. The longer they made love, the closer he got to touching her cervix, so he was incredibly deep inside her. The condom he was wearing was ultra-thin, so he could experience all the pleasures of their intimacy, though. She continued to raise her hips against him whenever he would thrust into her. Finally, one time, her struck her cervix lightly and she gasped in pleasure. She felt another powerful orgasm coming on…

From behind them the scene was also exciting. His testicles were hitting the lower part of her mound when he would thrust in and when he would pull out, his penis was glistening as it extended away from his scrotum into her genitals. Below their passionate sexual embrace, her anus was glistening with the dripping moisture of her mound. Above it, his perineum blended away into his anus, which was partly shielded by his quivering buttocks. The thrusting of their intercourse made them shake with the passion of his thrusts. His moment was building…

Sara was the first to achieve a plateau. Her pelvis screamed for release. He was hitting her cervix frequently now and she was trying to hold back the screams of pleasure. Her legs wrapped around him as she began to squeeze his body, but then they unwrapped so she could lift her hips and buttocks up against him. She was pounding against his strength.

“Oh god!” She cried as gently as possible. “I’m coming… I’m coming… ohhh… uhhhhh… please… yes…”

He could feel her vagina contracting against his penis. Her tightening body and passionate words made him need to thrust only a few more times.

“Urrr… uhh! Oh Sara! Sara!” Again, hoarse whispers of passion as he reached his second orgasm of the night and the best of his life (having achieved the second best only a short while before). “Oh God, Sara… I-I…” The hot semen and sperm gushed out of the tip of his urethra into the reservoir tip of the condom he was wearing to protect her.

“Sara… I LOVE YOU!” he cried and continued thrusting as the last few drops of his passion spurted into the condom. He then slowly lay himself against her, where he held her for a few seconds in a kiss, then he withdrew his penis from her mound and lay gently at her side.

“I love you too,” she said to him softly as they both fell asleep in each other’s arms…

The last time I went to the local club (the only one anywhere near the small town I’m from), a peculiar thing happened. The music had just ended for the night and all the patrons were filing off the dance floor toward the exits. I was walking with my arms down at my sides, when all of the sudden, I felt a hand pinching my ass.

Instinctively, I swiped back with my hands to catch whoever it was. Since this has happened twice before, I’m really curious to find out who keeps groping me. I caught a wrist and held on tightly. I didn’t look around at who it was right away, but I dragged her with me despite her protests. When I finally came to a place that I could confront her, I stopped and wheeled around, still holding onto her wrist.

What I saw surprised me. Totally.

I was looking into the greenest eyes I have ever seen. She was about 5′6″, had long blond hair, and she was really tan. Her face was totally hot. I was almost mesmerized by her eyes. But I couldn’t forget the business at hand. “So, can I pinch you too?” I asked.

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, it seems only fair, since you pinched me…”

She sat there and considered for a little while, then nodded her assent. So I reached around and made like I was going to pinch her. Instead, I groped her. I basically took her whole ass cheek in my hand and squeezed it gently, massaging it with my fingers.

“Hey! That’s not a pinch!” But the smile on her face and especially in her eyes told me that she wasn’t displeased.

Her ass was very firm and very tight. So I didn’t let go. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered a proposition into my ear. I, with no other plans, agreed. We cruised out to my car and hopped in. She gave me directions as I drove, leading me to a place out by her house that is really secluded and that the police rarely patrol. And did we go out in the boonies. I thought I lived in a rural area. My neighborhood looked like New York City compared to hers.

After a couple of dirt roads we arrived at the spot. It was beautiful. The car was framed by several fir trees. Through the boughs we could see a small pond, shimmering in the moonlight. Very romantic.

What we were about to do almost seemed degrading to such a beautiful setting. Almost… I turned off the ignition and turned to face just in time to catch her attack head on. If I hadn’t turned, her tongue would be buried in my ear. We sat and kissed for a few minutes, then we played tonsil hockey. I won. Our hands didn’t stay idle for long.

Hers started roving up and down my chest, caressing me. I lightly massaged her back before moving down to her ass again. I took a cheek in each hand and kneaded them. A soft moan from her throat told me that I was on the right track. Pretty soon each of us lost our shirt. I fumbled with her bra clasp before finally mastering it.

We parted long enough to remove the bra from between us, then resumed our embrace. I kissed from her mouth back to her ear. I nibbled on her ear lobe, around her earring, before sticking my tongue in her ear. As soon as my tongue entered her ear, she grabbed my chest and sucked in a quick breath.

I continued nibbling on her ear. Meanwhile, my hands had found her breasts, which although they were not very large, they were high and firm. I massaged them, starting from where they met her ribs on the bottom. I slowly worked my way inward, stopping just before I reached the nipples. I teased her for a while, touching her everywhere but her nipples.

She finally grew so frustrated that she tried to move her breasts into my hands, making me touch her nipples. When I finally pinched her nipples, the effect was electric. Her fingernails dug into my chest and she nearly screamed in my ear. I could feel her hips churning against me, cueing me that she was coming. After she had settled back down, she climbed onto me, pushing me up against the car door. I slid down on the car seat so that she was lying on top of me.

We resumed kissing. I moved my hands down to her pants, slipping one inside of them to caress her ass and attempting to undo her pants-button. I got it undone and then pulled down her zipper. I began pushing down her pants and she wriggled back and forth to help me remove them. Her panties soon followed her pants. With much effort, we rolled over in my front seat without falling to the floor.

I proceeded to kiss my way down to her breasts, sucking on each nipple, then down to her belly button, where I stuck my tongue, and finally down to her pussy. The soft V of blond hair pointed the way. I spread her lips with my fingers, exposing her inner lips and her clit. I flicked my tongue out and hit her clit, resulting in a moan from her. I then got down to work.

I fastened my lips to her clit, alternatively biting, flicking, and sucking on it. Two of my fingers were working in and out of her vagina. Her hips gyrated in rhythm. All of my motions became faster and faster, and she began to build to orgasm. Just before I felt her clench up, she screamed softly, “Oh yes! More! Faster! Harder!” She then paused. It was then I realized that she didn’t know my name, and I didn’t know her name. She paused because she was trying to think of my name.

Again, we rolled over, and she proceeded to remove my pants and underwear. My penis was rock-hard. As soon as she freed my penis from its prison, she stuck it in her mouth, sliding almost all the way down to the base. A few quick strokes and she had me on the edge. I stopped her, claiming that I had a better way to use my hard-on.

We repositioned ourselves, me sitting on the passenger side, and her straddling me. She eased herself down onto me, sighing with pleasure as she did so. She pumped herself up and down my shaft, utilizing the full length. Soon, she was digging her nails into the back of my neck and nearly deafening me as she came. Again we repositioned ourselves, this time me taking her from behind.

I started pumping into her, getting closer and closer to the brink with each stroke. Finally, I could hold off no longer and I pumped furiously into her, filling her. She, feeling the release of my hot semen inside of her, began to orgasm with me. When the tremors passed, we collapsed together.

When we had calmed down enough to regain our motor skills, we redressed ourselves and I drove her home. I dropped her off at the end of her block (didn’t want her parents to see the car drive up).

Since then, I’ve seen her a couple of times at the club where we first met and we have had similar sessions in the same place. But to this day… I still don’t know her name.

When we met, she was not a virgin, but I was only her third lover. For my last two years of school we were inseparable. We lived together the last year, and decided to marry as soon as I graduated. Both of us came from poor families, and knew that once married we’d be on our own financially.

We were in love, and married that June. I was accepted to a Masters Degree program in Minneapolis, MN, and we moved there that August. We decided that Desiree would put school on hold for a while and work to support us until I got my degree and could earn real dollars.

In 1985, jobs were not easy to come by, and Desiree scoured the papers every day, worked with employment agencies, and went on many interviews. As September approached, we were starting to get very concerned about money.

One day Desiree noticed an ad in the paper for Lingerie Models. We discussed what this meant, and thought that here was an opportunity for her to make some serious bucks. We both thought she’d be doing some print ads for newspapers or magazines. Boy were we naive.

Here is what happened on Desiree’s interview, as she told me some months later.

She had to go to a bad part of downtown Minneapolis to a club that advertised “Photograph Live Models”. Once inside, a tough looking black guy named Jerome said he was the manager, and to come back to his office for the interview. Jerome explained that in this club, guys came in and paid to take sexy pictures of the models. He told her “upfront” that any “extras” the models did, were their own business, he just wanted 20% off the top. Desiree had no idea what he was talking about, but didn’t want to let on, we needed the money.

Jerome went on to say that he’d have to see her in several outfits, take some Polaroid’s, to make sure she’d be okay for this job. He sent her off to the bathroom of his office, with a very skimpily red outfit.

After changing into it Desiree came out, very shy, but she stood in front of him for the pictures. Jerome explained that the pictures always came out better if the models were slicked down with Vaseline. So he moved close to her and started to rub Vaseline from a jar on her arms and legs. She felt his hand go into the waistband of her panties, and felt him gently feel her boobs and ass when his hands were in those regions of her scantily clad body. But because he didn’t say anything, Desiree assumed this was innocent touching as he applied the Vaseline.

Jerome took a few more pictures, and had her change into three or four different outfits. The last item he gave her was a sheer see through top, and crouch less panties. Desiree was reluctant, but he promised he’d just shoot pictures above the waste, but needed to see her in the whole outfit.

Again Desiree went along with the program. He had her sitting on a bar stool for these pictures, and moved in for a close up of her face. As he stood there, he suddenly put his free hand on her pussy, and inserted a finger before she knew what was happening.

Desiree said she pulled away, and told him to stop.  Jerome said, “I thought you might be a racist, I wouldn’t hire anyone that hates black people. I just wanted to see how you’d react.

Desiree told him that race had nothing to do with, that she was married, that she would never cheat on her husband. Ed said he didn’t believe her, and he bet she’d never in her life even kissed a black man. Desiree admitted that she hadn’t, and with pressure from Jerome, agreed to kiss him, just to show that she wasn’t a racist.

Jerome put his arms around her, and kissed her open mouthed. At first Desiree said she kept her lips together, but slowly opened up, and let him put his tongue in her mouth. The kiss lasted a long time, and Jerome began o finger her pussy again as they kissed. This time she didn’t stop him, she wasn’t sure how to react. She wanted that job and his kissing and fingering were making Desiree more aroused than she thought possible with a strange man.

As Desiree later told me, they ended up making love in his office for over a hour. When she left she had the job, and an advance on her first weeks pay. Desiree claimed the next day she was determined to let Ed know the sex was a one-time thing, and that she would not let it happen again.

Poor girl, she still didn’t know that her job was all about sex.

The next day Jerome greeted her and introduced her to Sassy who would show her the ropes. As Sassy reviewed the charges for the “Extras”, Desiree discovered that the photographers were really there for sex. However she didn’t say anything. After a while Jerome came in to ask her if she understood what the job was all about. When she said she thought so.

Jerome said, “Okay then give me a blow job, so I can see your technique.”

I guess she paused at first, but Sassy took her hand, as Jerome sat in a chair, and they both got on their knees in front of him. Sassy talked about ways to get guys to come quick, as she guided Desiree through the blowjob. When Jerome came in her mouth, Sassy turned Desiree’s head towards her, and kissed her, sucking the cum from her mouth. So there were two new experiences, blowing a black guy, and French kissing another woman… life was changing fast, she thought to herself.

And so Desiree became a working girl. I never knew what was going on; she was very vague about her work. All I knew was that our money problems were over, and my beautiful wife was happy all the time. It might have gone on like that until I graduated, but one night I decided to quit studying early and visit Desiree at work.

As I got to the place, I was uneasy, for I did have some idea of what this was all about. I went in and was greeted by a woman in a totally see-through outfit. I asked to see Desiree, and was told she’s booked for the next hour, “Let me show you pictures of some of our other models.”

Enraged, I pushed past her, through a curtained doorway, and yelled Desiree’s name. A guy (turned out to be Jerome) tackled me, and had me on the ground within seconds. I yelled, “I want to see my wife now,” and looked up to see a naked Desiree peeking out of a room. Jerome turned to her and said, “Finish your job, just come to my office when you’re done.”

She gave me a scared look, but went back in the room and shut the door. Jerome then got me up and walked me back to his office, holding my arm in a hammerlock behind my back. Once in his office, he told me to sit down and be quiet, or else he’s kick my white ass till I bled.

Jerome told me that Desiree worked for him, and that he controlled that part of her life. He told me she was a good moneymaker and his personal toy when she was in his place. “I don’t care what she does with you,” he said, “but you will not interfere with my business.”

At that point Desiree came into the room wearing only a sheer see-through robe, and slippers. He told her that he was just explaining to me about the way things worked, and now he intended to show me. “Take off that robe,” he commanded her.

As my beautiful wife stood before me, naked, next to this mean looking black guy, he squeezed one of her tits, and said, “see these, I own them now.” He took a finger and literally jammed it up her pussy, saying, “This is mine too.”

Desiree just stood there, but when he removed his finger from her pussy, and put it in her mouth she sucked it like she loved it.

At this point, Jerome told me to get out, and never to come back to his place again, unless I wanted to be a paying customer. Desiree just looked at me sadly, but never said a word. As I got up to leave, Jerome said, “Wait a second.” Then he said, “Desiree show your husband how you love my big black cock.”

Without any hesitation, Desiree fumbled with his pants, pulled out his cock, and started to suck him off. I wanted to leave, but couldn’t resist looking, and so I stayed and watched, until he pulled back slightly so I could watch him pump his sperm into my wife’s mouth, and she struggled to swallow all of it. When it was over, I left without a word.

That night, Desiree came home and told me the whole story. She told me that while at first, she did it out of fear and the need to earn money, now she loved Jerome, and loved the job too. She went on to tell me that if I went along with things, the money would be good, and she’d take care of me sexually whenever I wanted. But she also said that she had fallen in love with Jerome, and would never stop pleasing him whenever he wanted.

As I said, money was tight, and I was young, so I agreed that things would go on as they were. They would have probably, but as you can guess things changed.

My sweet innocent Desiree became more of a slut every day. With me, she was always bringing new things into the bedroom. She would french kiss my asshole, lick out my pee hole after I urinated, play with giant vibrators in front of me, and hardly ever wear any clothes at home in our apartment.

One night we ordered pizza, and she wanted me to watch; she said it would be free tonight. I stayed behind the bedroom door, and watched my wife give an unprotected blow job to this pimple faced, teenage delivery boy instead of paying for the pizza. It wasn’t to save the money, she just wanted the adventure. 

Another time, four of my friends, three guys and a girl were over for a study session when Desiree returned from work. She excused herself, and went into the bedroom, but came out 5 minutes later nude. She said, “let’s have an old fashioned orgy,” and she turned to my friend Jennifer, and                 said “come on, we can handle these four guys.”

Jennifer freaked and bolted, so Desiree turned to me, and said, “You don’t mind if I fuck your buddies do you.” When I didn’t say anything right away, Desiree went over to the first guy and started to deep kiss him. Again, I couldn’t stop watching as my wife, fucked and sucked all three of my friends.

The marriage lasted for about another 6 months. It ended, not because I couldn’t handle things, but because Desiree stopped coming home for days at a time. When I finally got the chance to ask her what was going on, she told me she’d become a “cum slave” for a group of Jerome’s friends, and that was now her first priority. Since I was at a loss for words, she gave me a video to watch. The video showed her with six black guys. It was two hours long and it showed Desiree servicing these men, one at a time, or in different combinations. She told me that this video was going to be sold in stores, and that it was the first of many she’d be starring in.

All of this was about thirteen years ago. I’ve moved on with my life, re-married, and have a family. I lost track of Desiree, and after the divorce was final, I never saw her again. The last day in court, she sat not with her lawyer, but with this black guy, and made out whenever the judge wasn’t in the room. As we left, she asked me if I wanted one final alimony payment. With that, she pulled me into the men’s room, and gave her black friend a blowjob, which I watched along with about seven other men in the room. When she was done she kissed my cheek then disappeared from my life.

I guess the one final confession I have to make, is that I kept the video Desiree had given me. And to this day whenever I want to get really turned on, I’ll play that video, and it never fails to get me off. Sometimes I just masturbate to it, but many times I watch it before joining my wife it bed. On those times, she never fails to say, “What got into you tonight, you’re a wild man.” 

So in a way, Desiree helps keep my marriage exciting.

On major holidays, the bank is closed and we’re all off, but on some, they need a few of us on because some bank employees go in and do paperwork. On President’s Day, Todd and I were the two on, since the two other guys had worked the previous holiday.

I had the on-call cell phone on my belt, and Todd was fucking around on his computer, mostly looking at porn and playing some video games. I was doing the same, and also getting some hot chat on with my wife, Samantha, who was at home bored and chatting up some very dirty stuff to me.

By 10am I had probably downed a full pot of coffee and needed to drain it, so I went down the hall to the one bathroom we have in the computer center – not actually at the bank, but a few miles away in a small office complex. As I was finishing up, I heard Todd bang on the door and call, “Dude, I’m holding it, hurry up!”

I opened the door, and Todd was, literally, holding it. His dick was in his hand as he rushed by me and let loose what was probably 4 cans of Mountain Dew into the urinal. I was laughing loudly, but my laugh stopped as I looked down and realized his dick was probably 6 or 7 inches soft – mine was lucky to hit 7 when fully hard.

I must’ve been looking too long, because he cleared his throat and I suddenly looked up to his face, which was smiling. “I know, dude, it’s big,” he laughed. I probably flushed with embarrassment, because he then said, “Don’t worry, all guys react like that, it’s no big deal.”

“I was just… surprised,” I stammered.

“Why, because it’s big and white?” he asked, grinning.

I laughed.

“You should’ve seen Evan’s face, man. I thought he was going to die,” Todd said. Evan was one of the other guys that worked there, cool guy, we hung outsometimes.

“Haha, really?” I asked. “What did he say?” I was curious.

“He asked me how big it got when it was hard.” Todd chuckled. “So I showed him.”

“Wait, you what?” I said, not believing my ears.

“Yeah, I shook off the piss, then gave it a few extra rubs till it hardened up,” Todd said, looking at me. “And he got to see it in all its glory.”

My mouth dropped open. “Is Evan gay?” I asked, pretty sure he wasn’t.

“No, he just wondered what it looked like, and trust me, he’s not the first straight guy to ask.” Todd was shaking off the last of his soda-fueled piss and looked at me expectantly. I guess I fell for it.

“How big DOES it get?” I asked.

He grinned. “I’ll show you, too,” he said. He zipped up and we walked back to our desks, which were side-by-side. He took a USB stick out of his pocket and plugged it into his laptop, and brought up a few pictures. The first few were of a couple amazingly hot women that were sucking cock, and as he cycled through them I realized it was his cock. He got to a gorgeous blonde with a great rack, then pulled out his dick and started stroking it to a string of about 20 of her pictures. On the 4th or 5th I realized it was Evan’s long-time girlfriend.

“Holy Shit you fucked Beverly with that?” I almost yelled. Todd’s dick was getting hard and was easily 8 inches, probably close to 9. Mine was aroused, seeing Evan’s stacked girlfriend with her top off and a hard cock in her mouth.

“That girl was all over me,” he said. “And she wasn’t just good at sucking dick, either, she knew her way around the bedroom.” he added.

“Holy Christ, Evan’s gonna kill you if he finds out,” I said, unconsciously rubbing my own cock through my jeans while viewing her pics. Todd smiled, then flipped to a picture of Beverly on all fours, with Todd’s lower body visible as he fucked her from behind. He motioned me closer.

“Who do you think took this picture, me?” He asked. I realized it was taken from at least 4 or 5 feet away. The realization dawned on me. “Evan…” I whispered.

“Exactly!” Todd said. “She was the first one I did with someone watching, but not the last.”

“You mean, other guys want you to… do that?” I asked incredulously.

He looked at me, amused. “In the past 5 months, I posted one picture online of Beverly sucking my dick. I got at least 20 offers the first night, and I’ve fucked 17 women since, with their men watching, most of them married, and most of them were hotter than Beverly.”

“No shit…” I said, awestruck.

He grinned. “No shit.” He continued cycling through more pictures, naming women, who they were married to, the dirty stuff they did for him, and the fact that most of them continued to see him without their husband’s approval or knowledge. He stopped stroking and gripped his dick tight. “This is fucking gold, dude,” he said.

I went over and sat back in my chair, shocked by all the revelations. He let his dick wilt until he could fold it into his jeans, a tight fit, then went back to surfing the net.

Samantha’s IM was waiting for me, she was still horny. I quickly wrote her what Todd had said, and she pressed me for details. I gave her all I had, but told her I didn’t know much more. She surprised me then by asking for Todd’s IM name. I looked over at him.

“Samantha wants your IM name,” I said, not looking directly at him.

“Give it to her, I’ll chat with her,” he said innocently. I copied his name into the IM window and sent it to her. A second later, Todd got a message from her and they were off to the races. For the next 45 minutes or so, I think all either of them did was type to each other. I got bored of not interacting and made the quick trip down the block for some Taco Bell.

When I got back, Todd’s messenger had the “photo share” open, and he was dragging pictures of Beverly onto it for my wife to see. I suddenly realized Samantha was looking at pictures of Todd’s hard dick inside Beverly’s mouth, and I hopped onto my computer and asked what she was doing.

–You know what I’m doing— Samantha

–Oh, do I?– me

–Yes, Todd said you saw– Samantha

–ok but why do you want to see?–me

–why did you?–Samantha

–oh, he told you that too?–me

–lol yes–Samantha

–so.. what are you two saying?–me

–he’s just telling me about Beverly and Evan and him–Samantha

–oh–me

–How does she get that in her mouth? lol –Samantha

–lol I don’t know, he’s pretty big–me

–did you know Evan watches?–Samantha

–that’s what Todd said, but i thought it was just once–me

–No, I guess it happens a lot–Samantha

–lol i guess she must like it–me

–rofl I don’t blame her–Samantha

That one kind of stunned me for a minute. I never saw Samantha as a “big dick” kind of girl, she was very much into romance and snuggling. But when she’s horny, I guess she gets a little crazier.

Todd was chuckling to the side of me, and I glanced over at his screen, but couldn’t see the text of their chat.

Suddenly a big picture opened on his laptop of Samantha, a closeup of her wide-open eyes and her mouth wrapped around my hard cock, one I had taken less than 2 weeks earlier during an alcohol-fueled fuckfest we had enjoyed.

–i saw that– me

–it’s only fair, I saw him and Beverly–Samantha

–yeah, but he fucks her–me

–oh, it’s not like he’ll share it with anyone–Samantha

I looked over again, and saw Todd with his dick out, stroking it slowly, with Samantha’s picture up and her text window on top of it. He saw me looking.

“Dude, you got nothing to be ashamed of, that’s a reasonable sized dick you have” he said approvingly. For some reason, it made me feel better. “I bet Samantha loves it,” he added.

“Yeah, she usually doesn’t get that far down on it, but she was trashed,” I told him, not knowing why I wanted him to know all that. He just nodded.

–he liked my pic–Samantha

–you do look hot there–me

–is he really touching himself–Samantha

–rofl yes–me

–oh fuck–Samantha

–what?– me

–I’m so fucking horny–Samantha

I looked over yet again, this time seeing Todd open up a new picture of Samantha, her top off and looking seductively at the camera. I hadn’t seen that pic before.

–what’s that one from?–me

–about 2 minutes ago–Samantha

–your nipples are hard, they’re amazing–me

–thanks, but wait a sec–Samantha

I checked out Todd’s screen, and sure enough, a second later popped up a picture of Samantha with a very life-like dildo in her hand, half of it in between her lips. I had bought it a long time ago, and she’d never used it because it was too big for her. Now, half the 10 inches of hard cock-looking rubbery plastic was in her mouth, and she had sent the pic to my friend.

–holy fuck–me

–I know–Samantha

–how did you get that in your mouth?–me

–I don’t know, it just felt right–Samantha

–damn now we’re both hard–me

–lol–Samantha

I waited a minute, but nothing came up on Todd’s screen.

–Baby, it’s in my pussy–Samantha

–omg, babe, how much of it?–me

–all–Samantha

–fuck–me

The picture share on my IM opened, and I saw two pictures of Samantha, one with the 10-inch dildo poised at her entrance, and the next with it speared up into her, almost every bit, and her eyes closed in the background.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Todd murmured, and I saw the same pictures on his screen. His hand was pumping his huge dick as he talked and looked at my wife.

–you like that big dick, don’t you–me

–oh fuck yes–Samantha

–you’re fucking it good, aren’t you–me

–yes, I’m fucking it–Samantha

The next few sentences just slipped out, I’m not sure why I sent them.

–you wish that big cock was real, don’t you?–me

–oh fuck baby–Samantha

–say it–me

–yes, fuck, yes I wish it was real–Samantha

–Todd’s stroking over your pics, baby–me

–omg I want to see–Samantha

I told Todd what she said. He motioned for me to take a pic, so I grabbed my cell phone, took a snap and transferred it to my PC over bluetooth. I quickly sent it to her, though I’m still not sure why.

–holy shit–Samantha

–i told you–me

–he’s fucking huge–Samantha

–rofl I know–me

–oh fuck this feels so good baby–Samantha

–what’s he saying to you–me

–he’s so bad–Samantha

–what!!!–me

–he wants to take the place of the dildo–Samantha

–oh, does he? –me

–yes–Samantha

–what do you want?–me

–oh don’t ask that right now–Samantha

–tell me–me

–no, don’t–Samantha

–tell me what you want right this second, baby–me

–I want him to fuck me so good with that big cock–Samantha

I was stunned. I mean, I knew it was coming, and that I probably wanted her to say it. But the words on the screen really drove it home. I guess I paused for too long.

–oh baby don’t be mad i’m just horny–Samantha

–lol it’s fine I understand, don’t worry–me

–I don’t really, you know, it’s just…–Samantha

–really, babe, it’s hot, I love it–me

–do you want to watch me fucking this dildo?–Samantha

–oh god yes–me

–mmmmmm–Samantha

–be dirtier–me

–really?–Samantha

–be filthy–me

–do you want to see me get fucked, baby?–Samantha

My cock throbbed in my hand as I pictured her getting penetrated by a thick big cock. I answered truthfully.

–yes, i want to watch you fuck–me

–who do you want to fuck me?–Samantha

–you tell me–me

–do you want Todd to fuck me?–Samantha

–is that what you want me to see?–me

–I want you to see that, do you want to? tell me, baby, please?–Samantha

–i want to see Todd fuck you with his big dick, baby–me

I heard Todd chuckle, and I looked over and realized that Samantha had copy/pasted the last part of our conversation to him.
 
–omg you told him–me

–you wanted dirty, baby–Samantha

–yeah but…–me

–tell him you want that–Samantha

–you mean, tell him here?–me

–tell him now, out loud, baby–Samantha

–i don’t know–me

–if you tell him, he’ll tell me you said it, and I’ll give you so much pleasure tonight–Samantha

“Fuck my wife, Todd,” I managed to whisper.

He looked over at me. “What did you say?” he asked, genuinely not hearing me.

“I want you to fuck Samantha in front of me,” I said more clearly.

He smiled. “Are you just saying that to get her to do anything you want tonight, or do you really want it”? he asked.

“Um, I don’t know, I mean, right now, yeah, but… I don’t know,” I stammered.

“Well, I can’t tell her if you don’t mean it, man,” he said. “Wouldn’t be right.”

I thought it over for a second or two. Okay, maybe only one. “Yes, I mean it, Todd. I want to see you fuck Samantha.”

He grinned and typed on the messenger. Samantha messaged me immediately.

–I’m going to fuck out your brains for that, baby–Samantha

–mmmm good–me

–not tonight, but after–Samantha

–after what?–me

–after you watch Todd fuck me–Samantha

–wait, you mean for real?–me

–yes, and i mean tonight–Samantha

–no, wait–me

–no, bring him over tonight and watch, and I’ll be your slut forever–Samantha

I was floored. I wanted it, which made me even more crazed. I wanted to see his huge dick piston in and out of my Samantha, and i wanted her to be my slut. I wanted my own personal porn star.

–be ready at 7–me

–omg really?–Samantha

–you asked for it, slut–me

Todd chuckled again, and I knew she told him.

“It’ll be fun, don’t worry, we’re all adults, man,” Todd said.

He was right. It was fun, and Samantha soon became his favorite along with Beverly.

That’s a different story, though, and a very dirty one.