Wives' Night Out free porn video

by REAL-RLM

The Big Country Barn:


It was Friday night again, and, as usual, Steve Coulter was alone with nothing to do but watch TV and wait for Ellen to come home from her weekly "Wives' Night Out" with her three friends. Actually, Steve didn't mind. It gave him a good opportunity to do some wood working in his shop, surf the net, and occasionally, go out for a drink with one or two of his golfing friends. In addition, Ellen seemed much happier now that she had some time to spend doing female things with her good friends. Before they agreed to "Wives' Night Out", sex between them had grown somewhat stale and was down to only a couple of times a week. Since starting her once a week outing, Ellen was far more responsive in bed, and they were now having sex much more often. Even better, when they did have sex, Steve was usually having two orgasms and Ellen three or more. All things considered, they both wished they had started the practice sooner.

The four musketettes, as Steve thought of them, were Monica Lucier, Amber Brickell, Anita Kurland, and Ellen. Monica and Ellen were both secretaries with a very large legal firm. They had a lot in common and had been best friends for at least five years. Surprisingly, Steve hardly knew Monica's husband, Ellis. In fact, he had only met him a few times at large celebrations. He didn't dislike the man. It was just that Ellis' job as the sales manager for a large car dealership and Steve's job as a physics professor at the city's four-year college were so different, the two men had little in common.

Jack Kurland, Anita's husband, was a faculty member in the history department at Steve's college. He knew him fairly well and on several occasions, Steve and Ellen had gone out to dinner or to other activities with the Kurlands.

Amber Brickell, the fourth musketette who participated in "Wives Night Out", was actually an unmarried divorcee, but the other women liked her a lot, so she was a member of the group.

Steve agreed that "Wives Night Out" was a great idea, but in spite of all the advantages, on this particular Friday, he was bored.
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"Damn," I said aloud as I scanned the TV Guide. "There's not a thing on that's worth watching. Just a bunch of reruns and ridiculous sitcoms. Low-grade, chick shows at best."

Disgusted, I retreated to my wood shop to put the finishing touches on the new end table for the den that I had been working on for several weeks. When I entered my shop and saw it standing against the wall completely finished, I was both pleased and dismayed. The fact that it was a fine piece of work pleased me; the fact that I had forgotten that I had completed the job earlier in the week left me with nothing to do.

With nothing else to do, I decided to go out to a lounge, have a drink, and listen to some music. Before leaving, I checked my watch... 10 PM... plenty of time. There was no way Ellen would be home before midnight. Most of the time, it was about midnight when she returned, but sometimes it was almost 1 AM. It just depended on how late the club or lounge where they were stayed open or how long the late movie was.

Louie's Sports Bar was always a lively place... good drinks... interesting guys... lots of arguments about who was going to win what this year. Occasionally, there was even some fox who came in showing a lot of leg or tit or both. All I ever did on those occasions was look, but, what the hell, looking is fun too. I decided to head for Louie's.

I was halfway to Louie's when I saw the big neon sign advertising the "Big Country Barn", a very popular country-western dance hall, bar, and pool hall, about a half mile ahead. As I approached, I remembered that Ellen had been wearing tight jeans, an equally tight, low-cut, top, and spike heels when she left the house around 7 PM. I couldn't help wondering if the "Big Country Barn" was their destination for the Wives Night Out.

It wasn't a situation in which Ellen refused to tell me where they had gone on their nights out... in fact, she was always eager to talk about all the fun things they had done. Some of those things were sexy and erotic, but that's why our sex life had improved a factor of 10 since "Wives Night Out" had started. But when I asked her in advance where they were going, she would usually say something like, "We haven't decided yet" or "I want to have a great dinner somewhere and go to a movie but Amber wants to go a club and drink and dance. We'll probably flip a coin". The bottom line was I never knew in advance where they would be going. The possibility that it was the "Big Country Barn" was intriguing. Instead of driving past the big neon sign, I turned into the Country Barn's parking lot.

Anita almost always drove their van on the Musketettes' excursions. Ellen said it was big, roomy, and comfortable. I hadn't looked out the window to see who was driving when the group picked up my wife, but it seemed like a very good bet that it was Anita. If so, I knew it would be easy to find the van in the parking lot. If I didn't find it, I could head to Louie's. If I did... well, I hadn't decided yet.

The parking lot was shaped like a big "U" with ample parking on both sides of the Barn and some unmarked room in the back when the crowds were large. I drove slowly down the east side of the Barn checking each space with no luck. The cars thinned out toward the back of the lot so the van was easy to spot. It was parked among some trees in a wooded area. Four or five other cars were parked in back, but not many. I continued past their van, drove up the west side of the lot, found a vacant spot, and parked.

I sat in my parked car for 10 minutes trying to decide what to do. On the one hand, if I went inside and the women saw me, they would know I was spying on them and Ellen would be embarrassed... just as I would be if I went out with my friends bowling, and we all saw my wife sitting in the cafe watching us. On the other hand, my curiosity was overwhelming. Finally, I convinced myself I wasn't really spying... I was just curious to see if they were enjoying themselves. In the back of my mind, I knew that was bull shit, but I wanted to see what was going on.

Ellen and I had been to the Big Country Barn a couple of times, and I remembered the layout. The tables, booths, and dance floor were toward the rear of the club. The bar was at the front, the game room with video machines was east side, and the room with the pool tables was on the west. None of the women had any interest in video games, so I walked around the building and entered on the east side.

Carefully, I looked out of the door into the table and dance area. It wasn't hard to locate a table with ten people seated around it... four attractive, sexy women surrounded by six eager guys. As I watched, two of the men escorted Amber and Monica out onto the dance floor. Two of the remaining four were seated on either side of my wife talking to her and laughing. The other two were seated close to Anita.

The two men seated next to Ellen were chatting with her. Every so often one of them would say something or whisper in her ear. She would laugh and either nod or shake her head. One of the men had his hand on the nape of her neck softly stroking up and down. Occasionally, she would tilt her head back, close her eyes, and say sometime to the guy. The second man was leaning close, his face less than a foot from her 36D breasts, with his hand under the table. From my angle, he appeared to have his hand on my wife's knee or lower thigh. Where ever he had it, it was still as his arm wasn't moving.

I turned my attention to Anita. Her two suitors were also sitting very close. One was slowly stroking her upper arm; the other guy had his hand on the nape of her neck doing the same thing to Anita as the guy was doing to Ellen. Each man had his second hand hidden beneath the table. I looked to me like they also had their hands on Anita's knees or her lower thighs, but in this case, I could see from the movements of their arms that both hands were slowly caressing Anita's legs.

It was very erotic to watch, but no more so than Ellen had related to me a dozen times or more when she described what they had done on their Wives Night Out adventures.

Scanning the dance floor, I saw that the man dancing with Amber had her locked in a tight embrace with his hands on her buttocks. As tightly as he was pressing her against his body, she had to be feeling his erect cock. As they danced, she rested her head on his shoulder with her face pressed into the side of his neck.

Not far away, I could see Monica and her partner. He also had his hands on her ass pressing her tightly against his body and his erection, but his hands were not stationary. As they danced, they were roaming freely over her Monica's lush buttocks and occasionally dipping downward to trace the crease of her ass to a spot right at the junction of her thighs and ass. As the couple danced and turned to give me a different angle, I could see that not only were the man's hands moving, so were Monica's hips. Their motion varied from small circular movements to small, but definite coital thrusts.

Back at the table, one of the men was now leading Anita out onto the dance floor as her second suitor watched. He didn't appear to be disappointed, which meant he knew he would get a turn on the floor with Anita in the near future. The other two men were still talking to my wife who now had her eyes closed and wasn't responding to their comments. Two hands were now softly and slowly stroking the nape of her neck. Another hand was beneath the table with the arm moving slowly. The fourth hand was cupping one of my wife's tits and moving slowly as his lips pressed against her neck.

I had an overpowering urge to look under the table. Moving slightly closer, I took out my wallet and "accidentally" dropped it onto the floor. Shaking my head for the benefit any onlookers, I bent my knees and leaned over to retrieve it. Opening the wallet, I pretended to check it to see if anything had fallen out, and slowly rose to my feet. The entire action had taken no more than five seconds, but that was more than enough for me to see that Ellen had her legs crossed beneath the table. The man's hand was slowly stroking her thigh slightly above her knee. She was obviously enjoying the male attention, but wasn't opening her legs.

I continued to watch my wife, and a few minutes later, one of the men stood up, held out his hand, which my wife took. They moved out onto the dance floor to join the other three musketettes.

With all four of them now dancing, it was easy for me to observe every thing. Monica's partner now had only one hand on her ass. The other one was moving up and down the side of her chest. Each time it reached her breast, it lingered... then pressed against her large melon, squeezing it from the side.

Anita's ass was being openly fondled as the pair ground their bodies together. Amber's hips were now grinding into her partner's erection.

For a moment, I lost sight of my wife. When I spied her with her dance partner, she also had her body plastered against the man... her breasts mashed into his chest... her mound hard against what had to be a very stiff erection. The man moved his hands downward onto her ass. Immediately, Ellen pulled back and said something. A moment later, the man's hands returned to the small of her back where they stayed throughout the remainder of their dance.

I again checked out the situation with Monica. She had now moved away from her partner to create enough space between their bodies for him to get his hands onto her breasts. Once he had them in his hands, he turned Monica about so that his cock was now grinding into her ass as his hands hefted, cupped, and squeezed her tits. For a brief moment, I wondered if she had worn a bra, but then I knew she had to be wearing one since her tits were as big as my wife's. If she didn't have a bra on, those big jugs would be bouncing and jiggling all over the place.

Eventually, Anita and Ellen returned to their table where the two men waiting immediately took them back to the dance floor for their turn with the two sexy women.

Once more, Anita's partner began to fondle and stroke her ass as soon as she moved into his arms. This time, however, her mound rotated and thrust against her partner's cock. I suddenly realized that the guy who danced with the women second had a real advantage over the man who got the first dance. They had already been excited by the first man. I wondered if the second man would have more luck with my wife than the first guy, who hadn't gotten very far at all.

Rather than dancing with Ellen in the middle of the dance floor, this guy took her over to the side where they had somewhat more privacy. She raised her arms to allow him to move closer and begin dancing, but he paused to whisper something to my wife. She shook her head. He didn't give up. He said something else. Ellen again shook her head and moved into his arms. They had danced for no more than a minute when his hands descended to her buttocks. She pulled them up. Another minute passed. The hands moved back down to her ass. They danced for a half minute or so before my wife pulled his hands back up. He waited no more than 10 seconds before putting them back on her ass. She gave up. The hands began to move.

Now that he was caressing and stroking my wife's ass, he again whispered in her ear. Once more, she shook her head. The hands moved more insistently. He spoke to her again. She didn't respond. The hands pressed her mound hard against his erection. He said something. Again, no response. His hands moved lower... onto her thighs... then in between. He whispered something.

I saw my wife's eyes close, her tongue licking her top lip. He spoke to her again. This time she nodded. He released his hold on her momentarily so she could move back enough to get her fingers into the bodice of her tight top. She pulled it down enough to expose the upper third of her tits. The man spoke. Ellen pulled her top further down so that it wasn't much above her nipples. He spoke again. This time when she pulled it even lower, her nipples came into view. He grinned and whispered in her ear again, but she shook her head and again moved into his arms.

During the last part of the dance, his hands were stroking my wife's ass with her mound pressed against his cock, but they were separated enough above the waist for him to see Ellen's nipples and more than half of her tits. I could see him talking to my wife. She nodded, her hands came up and with one quick motion, pulled her top below her tits completely exposing them.

My wife's hands instinctively moved upward in an effort to cover her exposed breasts but her partner grasped her wrists and pulled her back against his body. They had essentially stopped dancing and were just grinding against each other. When the man finally released her wrists, she made no further effort to cover her tits since they were already covered by his hands. Just before the song ended, he pulled her upper body against his and kissed her softly at first, and then much harder.

As soon as the music stopped, Ellen broke away and returned quickly to the table, pulling her top up as she went. Once at the table, she stood by the side, obviously unwilling to trust herself or the men enough to sit down beside them. When Anita and Amber returned with their partners in tow, Ellen spoke to them. Her gestures made it clear that she was telling them that they should leave. Amber and Anita seemed to be in agreement, but were gesturing toward the front door and discussing something. Eventually, they all seemed to agree, but did not leave. Finally, I figured out that they had to wait until Monica returned.

Checking my watch, I saw that it was now 11:45 PM. I hadn't realized that it was already that late. As soon as Monica returned, they would be driving home, and I wanted to be there when they arrived. Quickly, I motioned for the cocktail waitress, paid my bar tab with a generous tip for her, and headed for the west exit.

To get to my car, I had to retrace my steps around the back of the Barn and their parked van. When I was about 50 feet from their van, I could see it moving up and down on its springs. Being an astute professor of physics, I knew from Newton's laws that the van could not be moving without the application of an internal force. I didn't need to consult Einstein's ghost to figure out what was causing the internal force from within the van.

When I was 15 feet away, I heard Monica's moans coming from the back of the van. Between each of moans, I heard the deeper grunts of a male. When I was no more than five feet from the back of the van, I could hear the voices mixed in with the moans and grunts. The large light fixtures in the parking lot cast enough light through the windows of the van for me to see inside.

The stud had Monica on her back on the seat. He was between her raised legs holding her knees back almost against her tits as he plowed her receptive cunt. She was naked except for her heels, which were jerking back and forth in the air as he thrust his dick in long, deep strokes in and out of her pussy.

"Ooooh...Ooooh.. Ooohhh god, Bill.. harder... please... harder... fuck me faster... really pump it to meeee!"

"Ugh.. Ugh! Hot cunted bitch... that hard enough... UGH! UGH! ... Take my cock, Baby. Squeeze it. Fuck that hot cunt against me!"

Carefully, I moved closer. They were facing away from me with the guy's ass humping up and down not two feet from the window. The light reflected off his ass and Monica's cunt giving me a great view of his dick stretching her hole and sinking into her depths.

"Ohhhh fucking shit... you're just huge. OH GAWD! What a cock! Bang me, Baby. Bang my cunt hard!" The guy pulled Monica closer, withdrew almost all the way out of her, and then rammed his prick back into her throbbing hole hard and fast. She hissed with hot passion.

"OOOOHHHH YES! THAT'S FANTASTIC... OOOHHHH... GIVE IT TO MEEEE! OOOHH ... OOOHHH... OOOHHHH. I'M FUCKING GONNA CUM AGAIN.... SCREW MY CUNT, LOVER... MAKE ME CUM!"

"UUGGHH! UUGGHH! CAN'T HOLD IT MUCH LONGER, HONEY... GONNA SHOOT! SHOULD I PULL OUT?"

"FUCK NO! Don't pull out. I'm on the pill... Jizz me, Baby. Jizz my hot married cunt hole, Lover... I'm cumming! ooohhhh fuck meeeeeeeeeeee... shoot it in meeeeeeeeee!"

"Here's it comes, Slut!"

"Ooohhh yesss... I can feel your cock jerking and shooting.... aaaahhh... big fuck load... in meeeeeeeee.... pump me...hard... fuck it!"

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! still cumming in you..."

"MMmmmmm... I know.. oh that's fantastic. Fill me... Finish me, Stud!"

The guy was shooting load after load into Monica's vagina. Every time he ejaculated a jet of cum, I could see his buttocks clenching and relaxing. Again and again, his buttocks repeated the action pumping more and more cum into the moaning woman. Halfway through his ejaculation, he pulled his shooting rod out and creamed her pussy, ass, and thighs with the remainder of his load. At the end, he collapsed onto top of her body as her raised legs fell to the side. I could hear both of them gasping for breath.

"Oohhh Man... what a woman you are... your husband is crazy to let you out of his sight. Was it good for you? How many times did you cum?"

"You know it was good for me. Just awesome. You made my pussy explode four times, Baby. My husband is lucky if he can make me cum once. Come on. It's almost midnight. We have to get back to our loving, devoted spouses. Pull that big prick out of me, Stud, and let me make myself decent."

Pushing himself upright, the guy pulled his softening cock from Monica's cunt. As soon as he had exited, her pussy belched and forced out a huge blob of cum. It ran down the crack of her ass, but before it got very far, it was joined by two more large gushes of the guy's load that formed a wide, thick, white river of semen streaming down her ass.

"My god! You must have pumped a quart of cum into me, Honey. How long has it been since you shot off that big sex gun?"

"Eight days."

"Eight days? Don't you ever jerk off?"

"I prefer to shoot my load into a hot, married pussy, Monica. Like yours."

"MMMmmmmm... I like that, Honey. You can empty your balls in my pussy anytime."

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At 12:20 AM, the front door opened and Ellen entered. She looked radiant... ravishing. As soon as she saw me sitting in the den watching her, her face broke into a huge grin.

Ellen rushed across the room, sat down on my lap, and kissed me hard, her mouth opening wide. I started to take advantage of her invitation but was too slow. Her tongue drove fiercely into my mouth and sensuously caressed every inch of my tongue and mouth. She began to grind her ass against my crotch and suddenly realized that my cock was a rigid steel rod. "My god, Darling. Your cock feels like an iron bar against my ass. I love it! Get it out... Hurry. I want it in me. NOW!"

Ellen stood up, and we began to rip off our clothes as fast as possible. The only reason I got naked before she did was her skin-tight jeans which she had to work over her hips and ass and then down her legs. She was so anxious, she was having trouble getting the jeans off her legs.

"Oh shit..shit...SHIT! Help me, Honey. Get these fucking jeans off me ... get me naked... get my cunt out and fuck it!"

I pulled them off her feet in one quick motion and saw that she had decided not to wear panties on wives night out. My cock got even harder. I picked up her to carry her to the bedroom.

"NO!" she screamed. "On the couch. Fuck me here! NOW! I can't wait. Hurry. COCK ME, STUD! COCK MY CUNT!"

I dropped her onto the couch. Instantly, my wife's legs flew up into the air. She pulled her knees back against her big tits and arched her hips high making her gaping, soaked cunt a perfect target. "STICK IT IN!" she hissed wild with fuck need.

"What happened tonight to turn you into a wild woman?"

"Later... please, Darling... Later. I'll tell you every thing later. Right now... just fuck me... please... FUCK ME! HARD! DON'T MAKE LOVE TO ME... FUCK ME LIKE A HOT WHORE! HURRY!"

Our coupling was fierce... hard... almost demented. I rammed my raging hard-on into her waiting cunt and at the same time drove two fingers deep into her asshole. She howled and screamed, yelling at me to stick in more fingers... to fuck her cunt harder...

I bit her nipple, and her cunt exploded in an intense orgasm. Saliva was running from the corner of her mouth, which was wide open, her tongue thrusting in and out in time with the fuck strokes driving in and out of her convulsing pussy.

I was fucking her as hard and as fast as I had ever screwed a woman. Ellen loved it. She continued to scream for more... urging me to drive all 7.5 inches of cock into her cunt. I had three fingers up her ass and was ramming that hole just as fast as I was screwing her cunt. She came again... then again.

Her eyes rolled back. Four-letter words spewed out of her mouth. Without warning, I pulled my cock out of her contracting cunt and turned her over onto her knees. Leaning over her, I pushed her head downward onto the couch. The position elevated her hips making her asshole a perfect target. I pressed my cock against her opening. She screeched like a banshee. Again and again, she howled,

"ASS FUCK ME YOU HOT BASTARD! ASS FUCK ME!! HARDER!"

Her ass was tight... very tight. It took me five minutes of working it back and forth to finally get all 7.5 inches inside her ass.

Somehow, I managed to withhold my own orgasm in spite of her tight hole. Later, I couldn't understand how I had managed to do that given how incredibly hot my wife was. She had a long series of near continuous orgasms. At the end, her juices exploded out of her vagina. I had never seen her squirt that hard.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. The throbbing and hard contractions of her ass were too much. With an unintelligible series of grunts and moans, I ejaculated into her ass again and again and again. I felt like there might be something wrong... I just kept throbbing and spurting into her... over and over. Even when there was no more semen to shoot, my cock continued to throb and jerk inside her.

I collapsed on top of my wife, totally unable to support my weight. She didn't seem to mind. Our bodies shuddered together; our lungs heaved as we gasped for breath. Finally, our thrashing stilled... we were quiet, so much so that an observer might have thought we had both died.

My wife finally found her voice. "Darling, can you move. I'm having trouble breathing."

"Oh... I'm sorry. Sure." I lifted myself off my wife's still quivering body. "That was fantastic, Ellen. What happened tonight? My god. Whatever it was, I love it!"

"I'm glad because after I tell you what happened, you probably won't want to come near me. We went to the Marriott Inn, had some drinks. I had two too many, I'm afraid. Monica suggested we go to the Big Country Barn and dance with some of the sexy cowboys. So we did. There were six guys at out table almost immediately. They were hitting on all of us constantly. Oh god... are you already furious?"

"Furious? No, but I am getting hard again. Let's go to the bedroom and fuck again."

"Not yet. I want to get this out in the open. There were two guys...one sitting on each side of me... they were both telling me how sexy I looked... how hard I was getting them... how much they wanted to fuck me. I knew I should tell them to get lost and leave, but I didn't. The truth is they were getting me very, very hot. After a bit, they were rubbing my neck and my leg. I finally realized I had to get up and put a stop to this. So I asked them if they wanted to dance."

I was now fully erect and throbbing. Ellen stared at my raging erection, both excited by it and shocked. "Go on," I urged.

"I danced with Hank. He kept trying to put his hands on my ass, but I told him no, and he stopped. But he was so damn big and hard. I could feel his cock pressing against my mound. I wondered if he would cum in his pants, and that thought almost made me have an orgasm."

"Oh shit...that so damn hot," I moaned, now unable to keep from squeezing my erection.

"When Carl, the second guy, got me out on the dance floor, he also started feeling up my ass. I moved his hands again and again, but he wasn't taking no for an answer from me any longer. Finally, I just gave up and let him stroke my ass as we danced. He even moved his hand between my thighs a few times. I was in heat... I needed you, desperately, but of course, you were at home. Halfway through the dance, Carl told me he wanted to see my tits. I said no. He asked again. I said no... This just went on and on. He continued to rub my ass and grind his cock into my mound until I finally agreed."

"What happened? Did you go outside and show him your tits?"

"No. He had me pull down my top right there on the dance floor. I pulled it down to the point that my nipples were just barely covered."

"But you still had on your bra."

"Yes, sort of. For the last half of the dance, Carl continued to rub my ass and stare down my cleavage. A couple of minutes before the dance ended, he told me if I didn't take out my tits, he was going to do it for me. My pussy began to throb when he said that."

"Oh fuck! What happened next?"

"I reached up and pulled my bra and top all the way down.

Both of my tits just flew out. He rammed his cock hard against my mound at the same time as he cupped and squeezed my tits and pulled on my nipples. I was about to cum. If it had been you doing it, I would have had an explosive orgasm right there. I broke away, and practically ran back to our table. I wanted to leave immediately, but we had to wait almost 15 minutes for Monica to return. Then we left. By the time we got home, I needed you to fuck me so badly, I couldn't stand it. I was praying you would be awake. If you hadn't been, I would have had to wake you up and **** you."

"Did you get Carl's address or phone number?"

"No. Absolutely not. And I didn't give him mine either!"

"That's too bad."

"Why?" my wife asked, totally shocked.

"Because, I wanted to send him a thank you note for setting me up for the most incredible sex I've had in several years."

Ellen grinned, "You hot, sexy, Stud. Are you going to fuck your slutty wife with that magnificent hard-on or are you going to punish her by making her masturbate?"

I picked her up and carried her to our bedroom. On the way, I said, "Guess."

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The New Roommate:

When I came home the following Tuesday evening, I could tell something was wrong just from looking at my wife's face. She looked more than just a little worried. I immediately became as worried as she seemed to be.

"What's wrong? You look almost distraught."

"Well, it's not good, Honey. I need to ask you for a really big favor."

"You know my answer is going to be 'yes' before you even ask, Ellen. I'm not about to say 'no' to anything that you really want or need."

"Thank you, Darling. I hope you feel that way after I tell you what I need. I can't think of any tactful way of putting this so I'll just say it. Okay?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

"You know Monica's husband, Ellis, don't you?"

"Not well. I've met him a couple of times at parties. That's all. Of course, I know Monica very well because the two of you are so close."

"Well, Ellis came home early from an out-of-town sales trip and caught Monica in bed being fucked by a guy."

"You mean he figured out she was cheating or he actually caught her?"

"The guy had her naked in bed. When Ellis came into the bedroom, she had her legs wrapped around the guy's hips and he was fucking her. From what she told me, they were both having orgasms when Ellis came in. She said they were screaming all sorts of things... you know how I get when you make me cum. Those sorts of things... "fuck me harder... ram it into me, Baby"... things like that. The guy in her was yelling that he was going to shoot her hot married cunt full of jizz."

"Wow! Sounds hot as hell, but I don't suppose Ellis thought so."

"Monica said he went ballistic... particularly when the guy wouldn't stop fucking her until he had finished cumming. He's pretty big so that stopped Ellis from becoming physical, but after the guy left, he threw all of Monica's clothes and personal belongings out onto the yard and gave her an hour to pack and get out of the house. He filed for divorce the next day."

"So what's going to happen now? How is Monica?"

"This is a 'no fault' state so every thing will be split evenly... money, house, cars, boat, savings, etc. Ellis thinks Monica wants the house, so he's demanding that he get the house. She's letting him think she wants it, but in fact, she has no interest the house. She's delighted to let him buy her half. All in all, she's going to come out of the deal very well."

"Is she upset?"

"Hardly. She's delighted. She's had very little interest in Ellis for a long time. He's gone a lot of the time, pot belly, lousy lover, stingy and a nagging, complaining husband. Of course, she's not telling him that. When he's around, she just cries a little and remains silent while he gloats and metes out his severe 'punishment'."

"Well then, what's the problem?"

"The divorce settlement will take four or five months. In the meantime, she doesn't have enough money to rent more than an efficiency apartment, and even those are scarce. Would you mind if I invite her to share our house with us for the next four or five months... until she gets her half of the divorce settlement? She could use the guest bedroom. Would you mind? I would really appreciate it, Darling."

In my mind's eye, I could still see Monica fucking the stud in the van at the Big Country Barn and screaming at him to fuck her harder... to shoot his load into her married cunt. I wondered what I had done to get so lucky... my wife was pleading with me to do her a favor and let her drop-dead, hot, sexy friend live with us for four or five months! Aloud, I said, "I don't mind at all, Honey. But I have to be honest."

"Yes?" my wife said with a sly grin.

"Well, I don't have to tell you that Monica is a very attractive woman. I doubt that I will be able to keep from staring at her from time to time. Are you going to be furious with me if you see me occasionally staring?"

"If you didn't stare at a woman as hot and sexy as Monica, I would know that you were seriously ill. If fact, if all you do is 'occasionally stare', as you put it, I'll be surprised. So I can invite her?"

"Sure... call right now, and ask her to join us for dinner. We can invite her at dinner."

That night at dinner, Monica came dressed to kill in a black, spaghetti strap dress that didn't cover half of her breasts. It was obvious to me and every other man in the place that she wore no bra. The skirt just barely covered half of her thighs.

It seemed to me that my wife had come prepared for the competition. Her dress wasn't as tight and it came almost to her knees, but the plunging neckline didn't come together until it was a full inch below the bottom of her 38D tits. As a result, all of the inner slopes of both tits were exposed along with more than half of each breast. In addition, the dress was a wrap-around that opened in front.

When the waiter showed us to our table, he couldn't decide whether to look at my wife's tits or Monica's exposed thighs. I graciously pulled out the chair for my wife first and then pulled out the chair to her left for Monica, but she shook her head and took a seat to the right of my chair so that I was sandwiched between the two exotic women. Frankly, I didn't know what was happening, but I decided to just enjoy it.

While we were having before dinner drinks, Ellen told Monica that I had agreed to her sharing our home with us until the divorce settlement was final. She was absolutely delighted.

"Steve, I just don't know how to thank you. I promise you won't regret it," she said with a sly smile. I wondered how my wife was taking this and quickly looked in her direction. She was giving me the same sly smile. I was now more than just enjoying this... I was loving it.

As the women chatted about the division of the household chores, it became obvious that I was being excused from all the work. "Listen, I can help with some of those things. There's no need for the two of you to do every thing," I volunteered.

Monica turned her chair to face me and said, "You'll have plenty to do trying to keep two women happy, Honey. Most men complain constantly about all the things they have to do to keep one woman happy... you'll have to keep two of us happy."

Two facts were obvious to me. The first was that Monica had addressed me as "Honey". Again I glanced at my wife. She was still smiling warmly at me. The second was the fact that Monica was wearing very thin, light-purple panties. It was hard not to notice since she had opened her legs when she had turned to face me. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't take my eyes off the erotic sight. I could even see her slit beneath the panties.

Monica continued to speak to me while I continued to stare at her panties. I was now hard as stone. Eventually, my brain again began to function, and I realized that my wife must be getting furious.

When I finally tore my eyes away and looked at my wife wondering how to apologize, I saw she was now grinning at me.

"Is that what you meant when you said that I might see you occasionally staring at Monica?" she asked.

"Well... sort of," I stammered not knowing what else to say.

"I understand, Darling, but it's like Monica told you, you now have to keep two women happy. If you're going to stare at her panties like a teenage male virgin, you have to pay equal attention to mine."

My mouth fell open when I watched my wife pull her wrap-around dress fully open exposing all of her patterned thong along with two inches of bare flesh above the thong. She also reached up and pulled the V-neck even lower. Both tits were about to burst out.

Both women kept their legs open with their thongs exposed even when the waiter returned to take our orders. Before he left the table, his cock was as hard as mine.

"I think our waiter has a hard-on," Monica giggled.

"Yeah... and a big one at that," my wife agreed. "Steve seems to have a hard problem too."

"MMMMmmmm... I've been noticing that," Monica said. "From where I sit, it seems like an even bigger problem than the one our waiter has."

"I think you're right. I'd say... maybe a half inch bigger problem."

"I'd say its closer to an inch."

"I wonder how we could settle this?" Ellen whispered. Both women began to laugh when I turned beet red.

I could hardly eat dinner with the erotic sights available both to my left and to my right. I had to struggle to keep my eyes on my food. Both women continued to tease me all through the meal.

After we had finished dessert and the waiter had brought our check still sporting an erection, Ellen said, "I'm going to hit the ladies room before we leave. Keep an eye on my husband for me, Monica, and behave yourself."

I gave the waiter my credit card and he vanished after taking one more look at Monica's crotch. When he had left the table, she said softly, "Our waiter wants to fuck your wife. He also wants to fuck me."

"He's human and he's male. Of course he does."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"You know I do, but I married to a wonderful woman and I don't want to screw it up. If you're going to share our home with us, we've got to keep things under control. But Ellen and I have discussed this, and she's Ok with me looking."

"That's good to know, Honey. So why don't you take a really good look?"

When I extended my hand to touch Monica's cunt, she arched her hips toward my hand in invitation. At that moment, I saw Ellen returning and pulled my hand back. "Coward" she hissed.

Monica spread her legs wide open and kept them open until Ellen returned to the table. She glared between Monica's gaping thighs and said softly, "Bitch. I told you to keep an eye on my husband, not make sure he keeps his eyes on your pussy."

"I'm sorry, Ellen. I must have misunderstood your directions." Both women were giggling all the way home.

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I helped Monica move in all of her personal belongings and clothes the next day. After that, a strange thing happened. Instead of teasing, hot, flirting every day, as I had expected, nothing more happened... nothing! It was as if the "hot flirting" switch had been turned off.

Whenever I saw Monica after Wednesday morning, she was always dressed very conservatively. I never got even a glimpse of more leg than any guy on the street was getting. My wife abruptly stopped teasing me as well. We ate together, watched TV together, and chatted, but there was no sexual innuendo.

Even when Ellen and I were making love, it was somewhat subdued. She was as responsive and wild as ever, but there were no loud screams... no howls for me to fuck her harder. When I asked her why the change, she just said, "We don't want to get Monica all hot and bothered. It's tough enough on her as it is."

Even "Wives Night Out" was cancelled that Friday since we were still busy getting Monica settled and arranging the new household routines. It continued like this until the following Friday night.

When I was leaving for work that morning, both women were sitting at the table grinning as if sharing a secret. "What's up?" I asked.

"I don't know," Ellen responded. "You should know more about what's up than us." Monica laughed.

"Come on, you two. Why the sexy grins this morning?"

"It's Friday, Honey," Monica whispered to me. Wives Night Out... you'll have to fix your own dinner tonight. We're going to be leaving by 7 PM and we have to get ready. We'll be late, so don't wait up."

"There's no way I could sleep with the two of you bar hopping all over town, flirting with every guy you see."

"You don't have to worry about that tonight, Steve," Monica replied. "We're not going bar hopping tonight. That's really a drag... never know what's going to turn up."

"So what is planned?" I asked, now very curious.

"We're meeting my boyfriend Carl and three of his friends, David, Vance, and Jerome. We're going out to dinner and then dancing somewhere. So relax... we're not going to be flirting with strangers. The four of them are all nice guys."

I digested that information for awhile. Turning to Ellen, I said, "It sounds to me like 'Wives Night Out' is about to change to 'Wives Date Night'."

Ellen squirmed visibly in her chair. I could even see her biting her top lip. "It's not really a date, Steve. We just don't think it's a good idea to let men we don't even know dance and flirt with us when we go out. This way we know the men."

"I understand, Honey. All of you know the men... just like it is on a date. Like I said... 'Wives Night Out' is about to change to 'Wives Date Night'."

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Wives Date Night:

As soon as I came home Friday at 6 PM that evening, it was obvious that things were very different than they had been for over a week. Monica and Ellen were no where to be seen as they were both busy getting ready for Wives Night Out in their respective bedrooms. I could almost feel the sexual tension in the air.

"Is that you, Steve?" I heard Monica call from her bedroom.

"Yeah. Just got in. Are you two ready to go? Better hurry... getting late."

"I'm going as fast as I can. The problem is your wife. I know damn well she's in her bedroom picking out a hot-as-fire outfit that going to make the rest of us look like drab, cleaning women. I've been fretting over what to wear for almost an hour."

"Found anything yet?" I asked, now very interested.

"I think so, but if you don't mind, I'd really like to get a man's opinion. After all, that's the opinion that really counts."

"I'm at your service, Monica."

"Good. I'm only about half dressed now, but I want your opinion on the entire package. Come on in and tell me what you think."

With an invitation like that, I didn't need to be asked twice. When I opened Monica's bedroom door, I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed facing me. All she had on was a pair of spike heels and a thong. Her big tits thrust straight at me like twin cannons. My cock began to rise as soon as I saw her.

A huge grin appeared on Monica's face when she saw my reaction. "Oh yes! That's what I wanted to know."

"I haven't said anything yet," I protested.

"Not out loud, but your cock said it all. You're getting hard! Oh, damn! I love it. Come closer. Let me show you the whole package."

As I moved closer, Monica reclined onto the bed on her back with her legs still d****d over the end of the bed. Her tits were so firm, they stood up with almost no sag in spite of their size. My cock was almost fully hard now.

"Oh Honey. You're getting even harder. Just look at that big bulge sticking out. WOW! And you still haven't seen all of my outfit yet."

"What's left to see?"

"The narrow crotch band of my thong. You can't see it with my legs together." Monica lifted both legs into the air, bent her knees, and pulled them back so that she was in the classic female fucking position. If that wasn't erotic enough, she opened her thighs and extended her right leg straight up in the air. I could hardly see the crotch band of her thong it was sunk so deeply into her slit. My cock had become iron hard. Monica looked hot and ready to fuck. I didn't really see how the men they were meeting were going to be able to resist.

"Oh fuck! You're rock hard now, aren't you, Steve?"

"Hell yes. You look like pure distilled, hot sex. Unbelievable."

"Take it out... please. Let me see how big and hard it is. I won't tell Ellen. Hurry, Honey. Show it to me."

I unzipped and pushed both my pants and briefs down around my thighs. My 7.5 inches were hard and rigid, standing nearly straight up. "Damn, Baby. You are hung... long and thick... and best of all... HARD! Can I feel it?"

"Sure, but at your own risk, Monica. I can't guarantee that I won't shoot off all over you."

"Go ahead and shoot off, Steve. I'd love to see your big sex gun shooting off a six-gun salute to my body."

She knelt in front of me and carefully hefted my balls. My cock swelled noticeably. She squeezed the base, and my entire rod throbbed in her hand. "Oh Baby... that's like a big, powerful, live, dangerous snake."

I had to use all my will power to keep from cumming when Monica took hold of my cock. "You're close to making me cum, Monica. Be careful."

"That's only fair because this big fuck stick is about to make my pussy cum too."

"It's getting close to 7 PM. You'd better stop and finish getting dressed."

"Spoil sport!" she hissed, but she did release my cock. Picking up her blouse, she slipped it over her head and again turned toward me. "Should I go out like this with my tits out, Honey?"

"If you want to be ****d by every man who lays eyes on you, then Absolutely! Go just like that," I said with a smile. At that moment, I heard Ellen calling for me. "Gotta go. Have fun tonight, but too much fun."

Just as I was leaving, Monica pulled her top over her tits, put one heel up on the bed and spread wide open. With her barely covered cunt staring right at me, she whispered, "I suggest you be awake and ready when we get back, Honey."

When I entered the master bedroom, Ellen was just finishing pulling up her second thigh-high stocking. "Hi, Darling. I know you like to watch me get dressed for Wives Night Out. How do I look so far?"

"Fantastic... just unbelievable."

"Do I look as sexy as Monica? I know that sexy slut has had you in her bedroom. She's been showing off for you, hasn't she?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist."

"I'm not angry, Baby. I just hope I look as good as she does."

"You look better, Ellen. To me, you're the most gorgeous woman on the planet."

"Did she let you see her big tits?" When I nodded, she asked, "Do mine look as good as hers?"

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing dick. It pointed straight up... hard as stone. "Does this answer your question?"

"Oh yessss," she hissed. "Did Monica let you see her cunt?"

"Almost. She spread wide and her thong was buried in her slit. I could see almost everything."

"Did she really show you everything? Like this?" My cock lurched and throbbed, a stream of precum ran from the tip as my wife leaned back on the bed, and spread her legs… then sensuously lifted them so she was in perfect fucking position.

"No. She didn't. Oh shit! I want to fuck you. Right now!"

"Good! You should be wild to get into me by the time we get back. That's exactly the way I want you. Now calm down or I'll make you leave. Just watch me get dressed for Wives Night Out."

My wife stood, turned her back toward me, and bent over to pick up her charcoal colored dress. Her ass pointed right at me. I got a fantastic view.

She stepped into the dress and fastened the buttons leaving the top three open so that half of her tits were on display. She grinned as my erection throbbed harder. The stream of precum had thickened. Turning to face me, she sat on the bed, lifted her left leg, and crossed it over the right one letting her ankle rest on her knee. The position allowed her cunt lips to peek between flesh of her thighs.

"Do you think I should wear panties, Darling? Or is this better? If you were taking me out, would you want me to put on panties? Come on, Honey. Tell me, when you lift up my dress, would you rather see panties or cunt?”

"No... no way. I would love it if you didn't. But you're not going out with me."

"I know, Darling. So...? Panties? or no panties?"

"You'd better put on some panties, Honey. You might be ****d otherwise."

"MMMmmmmm... I've never been ****d. God! That really would be awful wouldn't it? Being forced to spread and lift my legs so some stud could sink his iron hard cock into me... oooohhhh... maybe I should go without the panties?"

"Put on panties!"

My wife grinned, stood up, and pulled a transparent black lace thong trimmed with lace up her thighs. She pulled it tightly against her cunt and smiled at me. "Is this better, Darling?" She again sat on the corner of the bed and spread her legs wide open. I could easily see her cunt slit through the thong.

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Anita pulled up in front of our house five minutes before 7 PM. I wondered if she and Amber were dressed as hot as Monica and my wife. I was dead certain that they were, but I couldn't tell as the interior of the van was dark.

The hours passed very, very slowly. Every time I thought about what the four musketettes were doing with the four men they were meeting, my cock got iron hard again. When this happened, it stayed hard until I could get my mind to think about something else besides four men fucking my wife.

At midnight, the women were still out some where. "Are they dancing?" I said aloud. "Maybe, but maybe they're all dancing on big, hard cocks." I got hard again. "If the men are fucking them, I wonder what positions they're using? If they're smart they'll fuck Ellen doggie. She loves it that way." The thought of my wife bent over, her head on the bed, her ass high in the air as a cock plunged in and out of her squishing, convulsing cunt almost made me cum. "Will the women let them fuck their asses?" Ellen rarely let me do that.

By 1 AM, I had a constant, rigid erection and nothing I could do seemed to have the slightest effect on it. I had been hard for so long, I was getting a very bad case of blue balls. There was a band of pain from one hip bone, across my abdomen, to the other hip bone.

Finally, the lights of Anita's van appeared in our driveway around 1:30 AM. A few minutes later, our front door opened and two, totally disheveled women entered. Monica just staggered over to a couch and collapsed in a heap, her legs gaping open. Her red thong had disappeared revealing the swollen, blood-engorged lips of her pussy and the gaping vaginal hole in between.

My wife hurried past me toward the master bedroom. As she passed, she hissed, "Steve... for god's sake, please hurry. I need you... NOW! I'm going crazy. Oh my god! I NEED YOUR COCK IN ME!" She was stripping off her black dress before she even reached our bedroom. When it fell to the floor, I saw that my wife had not only lost her panties but also her stockings at some time during the evening.

This made little sense to me. Monica had clearly been soundly and thoroughly fucked. She was too exhausted to even move, but my wife, who had also lost her panties and stockings, was desperate for sex. What the hell was going on? I asked Monica straight out.

"What's going on? You've both lost your panties. Your exhausted, but Ellen is going crazy for sex?"

Pushing herself up on one elbow, Monica shook her head to clear it before answering. "Simple, Honey. After dinner and dancing, we headed for Carl's apartment around 11 AM. The men had been feeling all of us up all evening. We all lost our panties in the car on the way to Carl's place. Once we were there, Anita, Amber, and I all got fucked by three or four of the men, but your wife refused to have sex with any of them. They kept kissing her, rubbing her tits, feeling her ass, and even occasionally getting a finger or two into her overheated cunt, but she wouldn't let any of the men screw her. After two hours of being stroked, fondled, felt up, fingered, and kissed and then having to watch the three of us getting fucked in the bedrooms or on the couch, your wife was going crazy for sex. Now... Do you understand?"

When I nodded, Monica yelled at me. "Then get your ass into your bedroom! Your wife needs you. Badly!"

By the time I got to our bedroom, Ellen was naked. She had her legs wide open and was plunging four fingers in and out of her dilated and pulsing cunt. As soon as she saw me, she wailed, "GET ON ME! GET IN ME! FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME! OOOHHHHH GOD! I'M DYING... COCK MY CUNT... CUNT FUCK ME! HARD!!!"

For the next thirty minutes I pounded her as hard as possible. Some time in the middle of the intense fucking, I shot off in her, but I was so hard and so hot, my cock didn't even soften. Ellen was screaming continuously. Her vagina went into repeated hard contractions as soon as I entered her, and it didn't stop for the entire time I was fucking her.

In her fuck frenzy, her nails lacerated my back bringing blood. Although she never stopped howling and grunting, no words were intelligible. She was beyond speaking. It was as if she were a large throbbing cunt whose need for cock was insatiable.

"OOOHHHH GOD! RAM ME! HARDER! DAMN YOU! GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEE!!"

After a half hour of intense fucking, she growled, "Turn me over... I want it doggie. Ram me like a whore. I want it hard... deep... rough... fuck the living shit out of me!"

I pounded her for another half hour with her ass high in the air, her head on the bed. She twisted the bed covers in her hands as the convulsions ripped through her cunt and spread to her belly.

"OOOOHHH... CUMMING... POUND IT, BABY... AAAHHHHHHH... DO IT TO MEEEEEE!"

Toward the end, she was exhausted, but not so much that she couldn't order me to ram her asshole. "Don't be gentle. Just ram your whore wife's asshole. Just slam it into me. I don't give a shit how much it hurts. I want it hard... deep... fast... up my hot ass. NOW! ASS FUCK ME! COCK MY ASSHOLE, STUD!"

As usual, it took me several minutes to get my cock up her tight asshole. Ellen continued to wail and scream at me to cock her asshole... after a couple of minutes, she was cursing me and demanding that I get into her. Finally, her sphincter opened and I sank all 7.5 inches of cock into her. She screamed loud enough to wake the neighbors.

"Oh shit! Fuck that big cock up my ass, Stud. Ram me... HARDER! DEEPER! UUGGHHHHH... OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!"

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A Change of Plans:

Both of the women slept late on Saturday. Monica finally got up around 11 AM. My wife slept until after noon. Before she came in to the kitchen around 1 PM to have a very late breakfast, Monica had left for the malls to do some shopping.

I had coffee ready when Ellen sat down at the table. She sipped the hot brew in silence while I prepared bacon, eggs, and toast for her. She hardly looked at me when I put the food in front of her and sat down opposite her with a cup of coffee.

"Did you have a good time on Wives Night Out last night?" I asked.

There was no reply for at least a minute. Finally, she said without looking at me, "I had a great time in bed with you after I came home. You were fabulous... just magnificent! But I felt really bad about the evening with those four guys."

"Why? What happened? Were you hurt?"

"Hurt? No... not at all. I was fondled, probed, stroked, kissed, felt, licked... so much so that I felt like the worst cock teaser in the world when I said 'no' to every guy who tried to fuck me, which was all of them at one time or another."

For the next half hour, Ellen remained silent as she ate her breakfast. I followed her lead and just drank my coffee. When my cup was empty, I poured us both a refill. Ellen finished eating and stared at me for a good five minutes... no smile... no frown... nothing. Finally, she spoke.

"I need to have a really truthful, serious talk with you, Steve. Ok?"

I nodded and watched as my wife took a deep breath before continuing. "You know all about Ellis throwing Monica out of the house and filing for divorce when he caught her in their bed being fucked by her boyfriend, Carl."

"Yeah. You told me. That's why Monica's living with us for a few months. What about it?"

Again there was a long pause. "Suppose you came home early from work one day and caught me in our bed with a man. I'm naked. My legs are up high in the air jerking back and forth. The guy is between my thighs ramming his cock in and out of my cunt, and I'm groaning every time it enters me. His hands are under my ass holding me in position so that his entire length is sinking all the way into me on every thrust. Then you hear me screaming that I'm cumming and urging him to shoot his load into me. He grunts and pumps me full of cum while you watch. Would you throw me out of the house and divorce me like Ellis did Monica?"

I didn't hesitate a second before answering. "No. Ellis is an insecure jerk. I'm not."

For the first time since she had gotten up, Ellen flashed me a warm smile. "No. You're certainly not, Darling. What would you do?"

"Well, I would certainly get hard... Hell, I'm hard right now just from listening to your description of how you were supposedly being fucked."

Ellen grinned. "What else? Would you divorce me?"

"No."

"Throw me out of the house or make me sleep in the guest bedroom?"

"The answer is 'no' to both questions."

"Would you whip my ass?"

"Well... now that is a very sexy thought. I might, but if I did, it would be sexual spanking... not a whipping."

Once more, Ellen lapsed into silence. Eventually, she said, "I can't think of any clever, easy way to ask you this... so I'm just going to ask and hope for the best. I don't want to be a cockteaser during Wives Night Out again. From now on, I want to start fucking some of the men we're with on those nights. There! I've said it. Are you furious?"

"No. But I am hard... so hard it hurts."

"If I let some of the men fuck me, are you going to punish me?"

"Severely. At least two days of being my total sex slave for each cock you let fuck you."

Abruptly, Ellen moved around the table and sat down on my lap, kissing me with passion and force. Her tongue explored every inch of my mouth. Then her mouth opened to permit me to explore hers. When our lips finally separated, she whispered, "I think for such an egregious offense, I should have to be your slave for at least a week."

"Careful, Darling. Considering the number of cocks that may get into you, a full week per cock would be a long time."

Her ass squirmed on my erection. "You weren't k**ding a moment ago. You really are hard... and I mean HARD!"

"It's your fault. Let's go to bed. I need to ravish you."

"Oh YES! Can I make just one phone call first?"

"To whom? Why?"

"I want to call Carl and apologize for being such a dirty cockteaser last night. I want to tell him that I promise not to do it again if they will give me another chance."

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On Friday, I was having a great deal of trouble concentrating on lecturing on classical mechanics in my 1:30 PM physics class. Somehow, I managed to get through the class without making a complete fool of myself. After returning to my office, I knew that there was no way I was going to get any work done, so I locked up and left for home at 3 PM.

Only Monica was home when I arrived. Ellen had gone out to have her nails and hair done for Wives Night Out. "Why would she bother?" I asked Monica. "Her hairdo will be a wreck and so will yours before the night is half over?"

"Sure they will, Steve. That's the idea. Having a man wreck your hairdo is part of the fun."

I was silent for several minutes then asked, "Do you think she's really going to do it?"

"Honey... she's apologized for being a cock teaser to Carl. He's told the other guys... bet on it. They're going to be all over your wife, and this time, those randy studs are not going to take 'no' for an answer."

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At 6:40 PM, both women were dressed and ready to leave. Just looking at them was giving me an incredibly hard erection. Monica's white dress fit every curve like a patent leather glove and the bodice exposed more than half of her big tits.

My wife looked just as hot in her yellow dress. When I asked if she was wearing panties, she hiked up her dress and showed me the tiny pink thong she wore. With the thong hidden by her buttocks, her ass looked naked.

Then she turned, pulled down the top, and let me see her matching pink bra. Her tits were almost falling out.

I wondered how long it would take the men to get my wife’s tits out.

"Look at that, Ellen. Your hubby's hard. See the woody he's got tenting his pants."

"Well what the hell do you expect. Both of you look like high-priced call girls."

"You know, your husband has an idea, Ellen. Maybe we should charge the guys. What do you think?" My wife turned beet red.

At 7 PM, Anita's van pulled up in front of our house, and both of them gave me an open-mouthed kiss with tongue before they left. This time... for the first time... I knew that I was going to follow them.

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It only took Anita 10 minutes to reach Carl's house. The four guys were standing beside Carl's car when we arrived. As soon as the van's doors opened, everyone changed places. Amber got in the rear seat with David while Jerome sat beside Anita. Monica climbed into the front seat of Carl's car beside him. Vance was waiting for me in the back seat. In less than five minutes, we were on our way to the "Hot Spot", a bar and dance hall that was well known as a make out spot for couples and singles.

As soon as I was seated close to Vance, his large hands pulled me close to allow his soft lips to cover my mouth. The kiss went on and on... our tongues sliding in and out of the other's mouth. His hands took possession of my tits. There was absolutely no fumbling. With one smooth motion, Vance had my dress unzipped and pulled off my shoulders. For a while, he was content to caress my tits through my bra as I squirmed in his arms and moaned into his mouth.

I could see Monica's body humping in the front seat. Carl's eyes were on the road, but it was obvious that he was stroking her cunt as she thrust herself against his hand, moaning softly with each thrust. I wondered if he already had his hand inside her panties on her bare cunt. My pussy gushed at the erotic thought.

Then, I heard my own moans mixing with Monica's when Vance pulled my bra down below my tits. His fingers were now on my hard nipples... pulling them erotically... twisting them causing me to grunt ... and squeezing them bringing soft squeals of pleasure from me.

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Although I couldn't see a lot through the rear window of Carl's car, I could see enough to know that one of the men had my wife locked in a tight embrace and was kissing her continuously. We drove for several miles, and the guy never took his lips off Ellen's. From the way her mouth was working under his, it was obvious that she was turned on and enjoying the kiss immensely.

It looked like Monica was in the front seat with Carl, which figured since she had been dating Carl, and he was the guy who was fucking her when Ellis had ca