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A Company Party:

The company party Friday night had been even wilder than I had thought it might be. Of course, my husband Phillip didn't want to come in the first place and when I had insisted, he did little more than talk business with some of his friends. That left me pretty much to my own devices, which was fine with me. My husband hadn't fucked me in three weeks anyway. Not all the men here were interested in talking business; some of Phil's colleagues preferred the company of large breasted, long-legged women wearing very little, like me.

I hadn't been circulating for more than a half hour before Brent Faxon approached me. As he got closer, I wasn't in the least surprised to see his eyes taking in my legs first and then my breasts. I had dressed to attract male attention in the micro-mini red, plaid skirt and the V-neck, red blouse. Phil had protested vigorously, but I had just ignored him. When his protests grew louder, I had calmly stated, "Look. This is a party. I intend to dress like it's a party, not a business convention. If you can't stand the way I look, then stay home. I think the other men will really like my outfit."

From the way Brent's eyes were scanning my exposed thighs and checking out my cleavage, I was certain that he liked what I had chosen to wear. "Rita Erickson, " he said when he was beside me, "you are the most gorgeous woman here by far. I can't believe Phil would dare to let you out of his sight. But his oversight... my advantage. Dance with me?"

I smiled and moved into his arms. Brent was an adequate dancer, but more importantly, he knew that the purpose of dancing was to enjoy the sensuous feeling of your partner's body against your own. His arms pulled me closer, and I put up no resistance as I felt my large breasts being pressed against his chest. After the first song, he didn't release me, and I made no effort to pull away. I could already feel a strong erection building against my mound, and it was first I had felt in over a week. It was a delicious, wicked feeling. I loved it.

During the second dance, he pressed my lower body more tightly against his. I knew I should move back, but it felt too good to resist. When my hips began to undulate slowly against his now fully-erected cock, his hands moved lower onto my buttocks and pulled me against it. I couldn't suppress soft moan: "MMMmmmmmm."

Brent knew he was exciting me. "Damn, Rita! I love the way your body feels against me. You've got me so hard, it hurts."

"I'm sorry," I whispered in his ear. "Would you like for me move back a little?"

"Forget that, Rita! I've got you just where I want you."

"Really? From the way you've been checking me out for the last six months, I would have thought you wanted me on my back with my legs around your hips." After I whispered that in his ear, I let my tongue slide sensuously inside and then out.

"Oh Damn! I want you, Rita. You know that."

"Of course I know that. But Phil is in the room. This is as much as we can do here."

"I know, but he won't always be around. What about when he isn't?" I felt Brent's cock throbbing against me. Moving up on tiptoes with my heels off the floor, I pressed my pelvis forward until his rigid organ was nudging into the top of my slit against my clitoris. My entire body shuddered. We were both close to an orgasm.

"No, he won't always be around. When he isn't, I'm sure you'll know what to do."

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After the third song, I told Brent we had to stop. Phil was bound to notice and I was about to have an orgasm that I wouldn't be able to conceal. Brent had pleaded with me to come out to his van with him, but I had somehow gotten up the will to say no.

After several drinks, the few inhibitions I seemed to have these days were decreasing. After a couple of hours, most of the men at the party had checked out my legs, thighs, and tits. When I sat, I leaned over enough to give them a good view into my cleavage. The only reason every man in the room wasn't crowded around me was the competition from the other women, half of whom were wearing no more than I was, and some even less.

Later, Larry Eastwood had me on the dance floor. He was a little more hesitant that Brent had been, but even so, toward the end of the second song, his cock was hard and he had it pressed hard against my crotch. It was a delicious feeling to move my excited pussy up and down on it and hear him moan. "Ohhh god... stop, Rita. Stop! I'm about to cum in my pants," he groaned.

"If you cum in your pants, Larry, I'll cum too... promise," I hissed in his ear, my own excitement boiling over.

"Oh shit! Not here. Let's go outside. There's a pond out back in the trees. Let's go there so I can fuck you."

There may be some things that turn me on as much or more than a man desperately asking to fuck me, but if so, I can't think of what they might be. "I can't. My husband is in the room, and he's keeping an eye on me. Ask me when he's not around."

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It was close to 11 PM when I saw Brent Faxon leading Diane Chantler out the side door to the parking lot where his van was parked. Diane's husband George was one of the men talking to my husband. He was already half drunk and oblivious to what his wife was doing and what was about to be done to her. I saw Brent's hand on the hot blonde's ass as he escorted her out into the parking lot.

I had never before realized that I had a voyeuristic streak in me, but I was suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to listen to, and if possible, watch Brent fucking Diane. In the back of my mind, I knew that I was jealous that it wasn't going to be my pussy receiving his hard cock, as it would have been if I hadn't chickened out earlier.

I gave Brent enough time to get the woman into his van and stripped before I casually walked out onto the patio that bordered the back yard. When I was certain that no one was watching, I walked out into the darkness of the yard and from there around to the parking area. Although there were 25 or so cars parked there, I didn't have any problems figuring out which one was Brent's van. There were only a half dozen vans and only one of them was slowly moving as Brent hammered his cock into Diane's eager pussy.

Before I even reached the side of the rocking van, I heard it. "OOooohhh yesss! Fuck Me, Brent. Give it to me! Ohhh god! I need this... AAahhhh... Shit! What a cock! Fuck it into my hot cunt, Baby. AAHH... AAHH... AAHH... AAHH"

"You like my big sex gun up your hot cunt, Diane? You like it when I pull it out and leave just the head in you?"

"UUNNGGH... AAAHHHHHHHHH...OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Then when I drive it back into your hot cunt hole... LIKE THIS!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.....!!!"

"Back and forth in your hot fuck hole... "

"OOhhhhh YES... OH FUCK YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! MAKE ME CUMMMMMMMM!"

"Do you want the load up your pussy, Honey... or should I pull out?"

When he asked Diane that question, the slapping of their bodies together increased as Brent fucked the moaning woman harder and faster. I knew there was no possible way on earth that Diane was going to be able to stand having that cock pulled out of her cunt before it poured its load deep inside her throbbing hole. A moment later, her wild scream confirmed my view.

"DON'T PULL IT OUT OF MEEEEEEEEEEEE.... PLEASE... KEEP FUCKING MEEEE... CUM IN MY CUNT, HONEY. FUCK THE LOAD INTO ME. AAAHHHHHHHHHH... I'M CUMMMINGGG!!! PUMP IT TO ME, STUD!"

At this point, I was certain that it was safe for me look in the window of the van. There was no way either one of them was going to be looking at the window. Diane was certain to have her eyes clenched shut hard. All women close their eyes when they're cumming and a randy male is about to ejaculate a huge load into their pussy. Brent would have his eyes open, but they would be locked on Diane's tits and face as his sex gun fired it's big charge into her hot cunt.

When I peered into the van, I saw Brent had Diane's legs spread wide open. His hips were jack hammering back and forth driving his thick cock in and out of the blonde's throbbing pussy. His big shaft was putting a huge amount of friction against her clitoris with the result that Ms. Diane Chantler was having repeated orgasms on the thick cock that was fucking her husband's private pussy. I wished it were my pussy that was getting it. My secretions had already soaked through my panties and were now sliding down both of my thighs.

I had my hand under my skirt with the intention of getting off when Brent poured his load into her. But before I could go it, I heard voices coming my way and had to hurry back inside leaving my vagina and clitoris hot, engorged, wet, and throbbing with need of a cock.

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Once back inside the house, the men seemed to flock around me. I wondered if they could smell my enflamed cunt. Ross Elder pulled me on to the dance floor with absolutely no resistance from me. He only danced one song with me before he realized I was desperate for sex. I couldn't keep my hips still. When he pressed his erection against my mound, I kissed him and moaned into his mouth as my hips gyrated in fuck motions against his cock.

Right on the dance floor, Ross was kneading my tits. It was driving me wild beyond endurance. Pressing my mouth against his ear, I hissed, "OH GAWD! TAKE ME OUTSIDE AND FUCK ME!"

Wrapping his arm around my waist, Ross led me out onto the patio and from there toward the pond where he knew there were some benches on which he could fuck me. My inner thighs were now slick with my lubricating secretions. I felt like I was so wet, open, and ready that a horse could have easily penetrated me.

As Ross pulled me toward the pond, I pulled open my blouse and released both tits. When I pinched the swollen nipples, I couldn't suppress an intense hiss of feminine pleasure. As soon as we reached the pond and one of the benches, Ross asked, "How do you want it, Rita?"

"Anyway you want! Just hurry! Damn you! HURRY! STICK YOUR COCK IN ME!"

Ross pushed me over the back of the bench. I supported myself with the palms of my hands on the bench's seat and spread my feet far apart. I felt the cool air on my ass when Ross shoved my short skirt up over my hips. With my feet spread wide apart, there was no way he could get my panties off.

"Rip them off! Damn You! Tear off my panties. Hurry!" I screamed in uncontrolled heat.

I felt Ross insert both hands in the waistband and rip my panties to shreds. He kept the ruined garment for a souvenir, as I knew he would. I hoped he intended to show them to everyone of his friends and let them smell the aroma of my cunt.

I arched my ass as high as possible while reaching back and pulling my buttocks wide apart to fully expose my cunt. "Ooohhhh please... stick it in me! Please. FUCK ME!" I groaned, helpless with my intense need.

I heard Ross unzip his pants and saw them fall around his ankles. A moment later, I felt his legs between mine pushing them even further apart. He moved closer. His rigid 7-inch sex spike slapped my inner thighs as he got into position to fuck me.

His hips slammed forward! The swollen cock head hit the cheek of my ass and then slid downward missing the dilated, gaping hole of my cunt. "Ooohhhh shit!" I groaned helplessly as another spurt of cuntal juices erupted from between my legs.

Ross adjusted his aim and again attempted to penetrate me. This time the cock head hit my clit dead center, too low to get into my vagina. The intense surge of pleasure from the hard contact of his cock with my clit sent spastic contractions through my waiting vagina. "Just a little higher, Honey. Move it just a little higher and fuck the shit out of meeeeeeeeeeeee!!" I wailed.

Then at that moment: "Rita! Rita! Are you down here by the pond. We need to be going. Everyone is leaving," my husband called loudly, not 20 feet from where Ross was just about to fuck his wife.

I was so damn hot, I didn't care. I wanted that cock up my cunt, and I didn't give a shit if Phil saw me getting it or not. But Ross immediately lost his erection, just as any man on the planet would. "I'm so sorry, Rita, " he whispered as he pulled up his pants, pulled my skirt down to cover my ass and cunt, and then moved into the shadows where he hid behind a tree.

"Oh there you are, Honey. Come on, we need to go. The party's breaking up. Are you Ok?"

I was so damn mad and so hot with my need for cock, I just walked toward the house without answering my husband.

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The Last Straw

Being left high and dry at the party was terrible, but what happened when Phil and I got home was the last straw... the straw that broke the marriage's back.

All the way home, I was boiling inferno of lust. It was all I could manage not to yank up my skirt, expose my now pantiless cunt, and masturbate furiously. Phil continued to make comments about the party and business affairs while my pussy was simmering with intense need. The entire interior of the car smelled of sex and cunt, but my husband was oblivious to every thing except business.

As soon as we were inside our house, I screamed at my husband. "Would you shut up about all that business shit! I NEED TO BE FUCKED! NOW! DAMN IT!"

I practically d**g my husband into our bedroom and literally tore off his clothes. I ripped off three buttons trying to get my blouse off as my husband gaped at the wild woman who looked like his wife, but that he had not seen before. When my skirt hit the floor revealing my lack of panties, he said, "What happened to your panties?"

"FORGET THE PANTIES!" I SCREAMED. "FUCK ME!!"

I fell onto the bed on my back, legs flying wide open, as my hips arched upward presenting my gaping, dilated pussy to my husband's eyes. My secretions were bubbling out of my vagina and seeping down my ass crease. "Oh gawd! Fuck me! Hurry!" I begged.

Phil moved between my thighs. I thrust my cunt upward to present the hot hole for him. He tried to penetrate me, but nothing happened. Desperate for cock, I grasped his organ to guide him into my pussy. He was flaccid! Not a trace of an erection!

I pushed my husband onto his back and shoved his cock into my mouth. Sucking him like a woman possessed, which I was, he began to harden. At full erection, Phil has a nice, 7-inch, thick cock. He was about 5 and half inches now. I sucked him deeper... harder. When he reached six inches, I slid my hand under his buttocks and thrust two fingers into his ass. His cock surged as I let it slide into my throat. I continued to suck him as he moaned and thrust his full length deep into my throat, essentially fucking my mouth.

Rolling onto my back, I pulled him into my sex saddle. When I felt his hard cock against my opening, I rammed my cunt upward and impaled myself fully on his rigid erection. "AAAAAHHHHh.... Gawd! That's what I need!! Fuck me, Baby. Give it to me hard!"

Phil shoved his hands under my hips to elevate my cunt. He pulled his cock out until only the head was still in me... causing me to groan momentarily with the loss. His hips snapped forward sending the full length charging into my vagina like a freight train. The big swollen head thudded into the botPhil of my cunt sending shivers of intense pleasure through my vagina and into my swollen clitoris.

At that point, after one thrust, Phil ejaculated and quickly lost his erection. A moment later, he rolled off my shuddering body, his chest heaving in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Without a word or a sound, I got off the bed, pulled on a robe and walked out of the bedroom. When I reached the door, Phil asked, "Where are you going?"

"To the guest bedroom. I'll talk to you in the morning. Right now, I'm in no mood to hear anything you have to say."

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Three Choices and an Ultimatum:

In the morning, I showered in the extra bathroom, changed into fresh clothes, and fixed breakfast for the two of us. I was fully aware that this might very well be the last meal I would ever fix for Phil. By the time he came into the kitchen, the food was on the table... bacon, eggs, hash browns, toast, and coffee.

"Smells delicious, Honey. Look about last night, I'm..."

"Shut up!" I snarled. "I have no interest in listening to your bullshit excuses. Eat breakfast and afterwards, I have some things to say."

"We need to talk, Honey. I'm sure..."

"You don't seem to understand the English language this morning. I told you to shut up. We aren't going to talk. I'm going to talk when breakfast is over and you're going to listen or we are finished! Done! Kaput! Now eat!"

After breakfast, I took my coffee into the den and sat in a chair facing the couch. I motioned for my husband to sit on the couch. He seemed to have gotten the message because he did it without objection. When he was seated, I began.

"You will remain silent while I'm speaking. If you interrupt for any reason, I will leave and file for divorce. My bags are already packed and ready to go."

"First: I have tolerated your lack of sexual interest and low libido for four years of marriage. I've listened to all your excuses and waited for a change. None has been forthcoming. Until last night, it had been 23 days since you fucked me, and then after 23 days of abstinence, you managed to fuck me for two strokes before cumming... naturally leaving me high and dry when I was so hot for sex, I was going crazy. Perhaps there is something medically wrong with you, and it's not your fault. But it doesn't matter. Not at all. The only thing that does matter is the fact that I cannot and will not live like this any longer." "Second: I still love you, but, as I have just said, I cannot and will not continue in this marriage under these conditions. Therefore, I'm going to give you three choices." "Choice #1 is a no-contest divorce. We split every thing equally with no alimony. We either sell the house and split the equity or if you want it, you can pay me for my half of the equity and take over the payments. You go your way. I go mine. I will move away from the city, and, in all

likelihood, we will never see each other again."

"Choice #2 is cuckdom for you. I see other men when and where I choose. You may or may not be informed. When you are able to obtain an erection, we will have sex, otherwise other men will be taking care of my sexual needs. You will not object nor create any problems no matter how outrageous you may think my behavior is."

"Choice #3 is role-reversal. I take over the prerogatives of the male; you assume the subordinate role of the female. This will be between us only. I will not embarrass you in front of your friends or others. I make all decisions about sex. We fuck when I say we fuck. We engage in whatever sexual activities I dictate. I'm not certain this will solve the problem, but it might. Some men perform better as subs. So this is something we can try, and if it works, we can adopt it as our lifestyle and avoid a divorce."

"Third: I do not expect either you or I to make this choice blindly. Therefore, we are going to have a one-week trial period for each of the choices. At the end of three weeks, you will choose one of the three alternatives I've offered. If you refuse, the default choice is divorce, amicable or otherwise. Likewise, if you fail to cooperate during any of the trial periods, we divorce." "Fourth: As soon as we are finished here, I will be leaving on the one week trial period for divorce. You will not contact me in any way. We are divorced. You and I are both single for one week. By the end of the week, we will both have a good idea if this is the choice we wish to make permanent. Be advised, during this week I will be seeing other men... a lot of other men. You will not be told about any of them... ever. Anymore than I would tell you about my lovers if we were divorced. You, of course, may see other women, fuck them, whatever. I wish to hear nothing about them." "Fifth: Next week at this time on Saturday morning, the divorce trial period will end, and we will have a one week trial of cuckdom for you." "Sixth: The following week, there will be a one-week trial period of role-reversal." "Now, Phil, do you have any questions before I leave for the divorce

trial period?"

"Do we have to do this," he whined.

"Yes, we do. Unless you would prefer to just get a divorce. Is that your preference?"

"No! I love you!"

"Fine. Then we proceed with the divorce trial. I'll see you one week from today... next Saturday morning."

As I rose to leave, I saw my husband's eyes on my stocking-clad legs above my 4-inch heels most of which were exposed by the short blue dress I was wearing. Being off-the-shoulder, it also exposed a generous amount of cleavage. I was thrilled to see the mixture of desire, worry, and pain in his eyes.

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Divorce Trial: Rita

It was slightly after 10 PM when I checked into the Marriott Inn on the other side of town. I was giddy with excitement over my new "single" status. If that wasn't enough, my pussy was again a raging inferno of female heat from my experiences of the night before.

Since I was going to be staying a week, I had five suitcases and had to have the assistance of a bellhop. As luck would have it, the guy helping me was young college student who worked as a part time bellhop and general errand boy on the weekends to help pay his college expenses. I could almost feel his eyes drinking in the undulations of my ass as he followed me to the elevator. Like the previous evening, my inner thighs were getting wet with my excitement.

When we reached the room, I held the door open for him as he pushed the heavy trolley with my five suitcases into the room. His muscles bulged as he powered the heavy load into the room with easy... almost like he were pushing around a load of balloons. In his tight bellhop pants and shirt, I could see his pecs flexing was he lifted the suitcases and placed them on the racks. Each time he bent over, his tight ass was clearly outlined by the tight pants.

As he worked, I got on the bed, let my crossed legs both rest on the bed, and leaned toward him while supporting my weight with my extended arms. Needless to say, I wasn't the least bit careful about keeping my dress pulled down.

When the guy had finished putting my suitcases on the racks, he adjusted the temperature, and turned toward me. I loved the double, and then triple take, his eyes made. First, they locked onto my nearly totally exposed legs... traveling up and down their entire length while pausing at the top in an effort to see between them. Then, in the second take, his eyes shifted to my cleavage. I could see him estimating the size of my tits. Finally, his eyes settled on the wedding ring on my left hand. By the this time, I could see his tight pants tenting as his bulge grew.

"Will your husband be joining you, Mrs. Erickson?"

He was smooth... very smooth. "No. I'll be here by myself for the next week. I hope that I can count on you to take care of me... my needs... all my needs."

His knowing smile made my already enflamed cunt throb even harder. If he didn't take the initiative quickly, I knew I would end up begging him.

"I don't think that will be a problem, Mrs. Erickson. He began to unbutton his shirt. A shiver ran through my body, and he knew it. When his shirt came off, his muscles literally rippled. He was one, incredibly sexy hunk. As he unbuckled his pants, he asked, "How big are your tits, Mrs. Erickson?"

"They're 36D," I answered, my voice no more than a hoarse whisper.

He dropped his pants and for the first time, I really saw the huge bulge his surging cock made in his briefs. "Take them out," he ordered as he pulled down his briefs releasing his gorgeous, iron-hard, 8-inch fuck stick.

I couldn't get my dress off my tits fast enough. I was about to cum. There was no way this guy's cock was going to be flaccid when he was between my legs and there was no way in hell he was going shoot off in two strokes, but two strokes was all it was going to take me to explode.

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The young stud made me wait for it. Slowly, he stripped me of my dress, my bra, and my panties. When he drew the panties down my legs and off my feet, he pressed them to his face and inhaled my musky heat. "Fantastic," he said softly. My cunt throbbed harder. I was disgracing myself as there was no way I could keep my hips from hunching in wild fuck motions, moaning and hissing with my need on every thrust.

He moved me to the couch and ordered me to spread wide. When I didn't spread sufficiently, he pushed my thighs further apart, knelt in front of my open legs, and looked into my throbbing sex hole. "Do you want to cum on my tongue first or on my cock first?"

"Ooohhh god... your cock... please YOUR COCK!" I gasped, my voice breaking with my intense need.

He lifted me to my feet and moved us toward the bed. I couldn't stop moaning. We didn't make it to the bed. Sensing my extreme need, he hooked his powerful arm under my left thigh and lifted it high while holding me steady with his other arm around my waist. I felt his big cock hear pressing against my opening.

"Are you ready, Rita?"

I tried to answer, but all that came out of my mouth was a series of moans and tortured cries. The cock pressed inward.... "AAAhhhh god!"...

The big head split my cunt open and entered me.

"UUUNNGGHHH!!"

Three more inches of hot, rigid man meat slid into my hot hole as juices gushed over his balls and ran down my thighs. Slowly, he filled my hole. Seven glorious inches of cock were buried up my vagina. I could feel my clitoris dancing wildly from the pressure and friction. The big head butted into the end of my cunt. The hot stud whispered in my ear, "Not all in yet, Rita. I need to pump you a few times to push your womb back and make room for the rest of my cock."

"aahh--aahh---aahh--aahh--aahh--aahh.... ugh.. ugh... ugh ... ugh... can't wait... can't wait...please.. move inside me ... let me cummmmmmmm... I need to cummmmmmmm... fuck meeeeeeee..."

Slowly he drew five inches of cock out of my hole as I howled at the top of my lungs. He held me steady and slammed it deep into my cunt... forcing my womb back and sinking all 8 rock-hard inches of prick deep into my hot hole.

I came instantly! The pent up screams of the previous night erupted in a continuous series of loud shrieks of feminine delight. He fucked me... oh god... how he fucked me... in and out.. hard, driving, authritative masculine strokes that let me know he owned my cunt and was going to use it many times this coming week.

After I had cum a dozen times, he put me on the bed. As I lay there, my chest heaving trying to suck oxygen into my tortured lungs, I couldn't take my eyes off his huge throbbing member. Still at full erection having not yet unloaded into me, precum ran from the tip and formed a long strand. Turning me onto my side, he moved behind me and drove his full length into my fully dilated and gaping cunt. After five minutes of hard, steady fucking, he said, "Time for you to take my first load, Mrs. Erickson. Ready?"

"Oh Yes! Cum in me... Cum inside my married cunt, Lover!" He did.

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It only took him five minutes to recover. Flipping me over onto my belly, he plowed his organ into me from behind. After a dozen strokes, I came again. When he felt my cunt contracting, he pushed his hand under my belly onto my clitoris. I screeched with the intensity of my next orgasm. His sex gun fired in his second load in the middle of my orgasm.

Before he left, he had me ride his cock until I was too exhausted to move. "I'll let you rest for a bit, Mrs. Erickson before you suck out my third load. Then I have to get back to work..

Ten minutes later, we were in 69 position. He made me cum again before he held my head in position while he poured his third load into my belly.

He took a quick shower and was dressing as I lay on the bed essentially naked. "What your name, Honey?" I asked laughing at the question. This stud had fucked my ass off for an hour and I was just getting around to asking him his name.

"It's Martin, Mrs. Erickson."

"Call me Rita."

"I prefer Mrs. Erickson. I love fucking married women."

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I rested until noon after my morning sex with Martin. Then, still naked, I called Ross Elder at his office. He picked up on the first ring.

"Hi, Ross. This is Rita. I just called to apologize for last night. I hated leaving you with that raging erection almost as much as I hated being left with a thobbing, needy cunt."

"No need to apologize. Wasn't much we could do after your husband's untimely interruption."

"Well, he's not going to be around this afternoon. Can you get off work early or get away from your wife long enough to visit me? I'm in room 615 at the Marriott Inn West."

'I'll leave at 3 PM. Be there by 3:30. That Ok?"

"More than Ok. Want me naked when you get here or would you prefer me dressed?"

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Divorce Trial: Phillip

I sat in our den for over an hour after my wife had left. I was totally uncertain as to what to do. Finally, when it was nearly noon, I realized that this situation wasn't as terrible as it might seem. With my wife's full agreement, I was "single" for a full week. I even had her explicitly stated permission to see other women, even have sex with them. Not only did I not have to sneak around, she had flatly said that she didn't want to hear or know anything about any of the women I might see. I knew a lot of my friends would want to know how I ever managed to get so lucky.

The fact that I knew that Rita had not been k**ding when she had told me that she would be seeing other men did bother me, but after my disastrous performance the previous night and for the last several weeks, I knew there was nothing I could do to stop her. That being the case, I resolved to make the best of the upcoming three trial periods she had forced down my throat.

I spent the afternoon shopping, had a light dinner at my favorite Italian restaurant, and then drove home to prepare for my first evening as a "swinging bachelor" in four years. As I examined my nude body in our full length mirror, I liked what I saw. I had been working out three times a week for the last two years and my 6' 1", 185 lbs, slim and muscular body showed it. My profile showed a flat, rock-hard belly with slim hips and tight, hard buns. "Surely, some women would like this tight, hard ass," I thought to myself with a smile. I thought my dark chest hair along with the dark shadow of my beard gave me a virile, masculine, stud appearance.

Doing my best "Arnold Schwarzenegger" imitation, I flexed my pecs and biceps. Not up to the Schwarzenegger standards, of course, but not bad either. The same was true for the rippling muscles of my thighs and calves. Finally, I examined my penis. In its now flaccid state, it was about four and a half to five inches in length and thick. The helmet was even bigger. Wrapping my hand around the shaft, I slowly began to stroke it as I brought to mind the images of several of the women I wanted to fuck. Within a minute or so, my cock had extended to seven inches with considerable additional girth.

I began to think about my wife and the men who would be fucking her this week. I knew her boss, Dan Tollman, had wanted to screw my wife ever since she had begun working as his secretary. I didn't think he had managed to get into her yet, but this week, he probably would. As I thought about it, I began jacking my cock harder... this time thinking about my wife somewhere on a bed, her legs wide open and high in the air. Tollman was on her, his ass rising and falling between her thighs. Just before he shot her cunt full of his cum, I imagined him growling "Hump your ass, you hot Bitch".

This time when I looked down, I really liked what I saw. My cock was now almost 8 inches in length, swollen, rigid with lust, throbbing, the helmet purple with precum seeping from its open tip. It stood almost straight up ... a hard rapier that I felt at least some women would appreciate.

Putting on one of the shirts I had just purchased, I decided to leave two buttons open at the top to expose some of my chest. The two gold chains with medallion looked pretty good around my neck. Even sexy, I thought to myself. I started to step into my boxer shorts and then changed my mind in favor of a pair of briefs that was little more than a colorful jock strap. It really wasn't large enough to contain my cock, particularly if I got hard, but then, after all, that was the whole point. The jeans were a size too small, but then, what the hell, that was also the idea.

When I looked in the mirror, I saw that the jeans did a great job of outlining my large cock. I was certain they did the same for my tight butt. Well, I thought to myself, let's see if there are any women out there who might be interested. After four years off the dating scene, I wasn't certain one way or the other.

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The "Night Life" club was rumored to be the best pickup spot around for interested singles and for couples interested in adding some spice to their lives. I had never been before, but that was my choice for the evening. For the first hour, I sat at the bar sipping my bourbon and water on the rocks as I checked out the possibilities. After identifying a few of the women, I wondered what the best approach might be. In the end, I decided to use simple forthright honesty. If it worked, great! If it didn't, at least I would have the satisfaction of knowing that I had not attempted to deceive anyone.

Just before I decided to speak a particularly attractive brunette, I noticed that a striking blonde, probably in her mid-30s was smiling at me from her table. Amazingly, she was alone. "Well... here goes nothing," I thought, adding in my mind the well-known phrase, "Damn the torpedoes... full speed ahead!"

Her smile broadened as I approached her table. Sitting down, I came straight to the point. "Hi. I'm Phillip... my friends call me Phil. My wife's gone for a week, and I'm on my own for seven days. As beautiful as you are, it's hard to believe you're alone. Are you?"

"Your wife's away and you're looking to play. Is that it?" she challenged.

"That's the idea, but I'm so out of practice after four years, I'm afraid my approach is outdated. Am I permitted to know your name?"

"It's Gloria. No last names needed. And the way you look, Phil, I wouldn't worry too much about your approach."

"Thank you," I said staring into the deep cleavage between what had to be at least 36DD tits. "Sorry to stare, but Damn, you're gorgeous! So are you alone? If so, would you like to dance?"

"No. I'm with my husband, Albert. Just call him Al. I told him to go to the men's room and stay there until I had enticed you over to our table."

"Really? He wanted you to entice me over?"

"Oh yes. He gets off watching me with other men... especially sexy and attractive guys like you... hung guys that look virile and hot. Don't worry. He's not gay; he just likes watching me get it."

"I'm not that hung... as you say. Sorry."

Gloria looked at my crotch. "Don't be modest, Honey. I'd say that gonna be close to 8 inches of cock once it gets hard. Like my tits?"

"Of course I like them. I'd have to gay or dead not to like them. Let me see your legs."

Gloria got up and sat on the edge of the table with her legs crossed. Her short skirt pulled high above the tops of her thigh-high stockings. "Gawd!" I moaned. "Your legs are even better than your tits."

"Now it's my turn. You've seen me... let me see that weapon of mass pussy destruction you have between your legs, Phil."

"Can't. Double standard. Women can show it all off and no one really objects. If I show it off, they send me to jail."

"Good point. Can't have you in jail. Ok. Let me feel it then." She didn't wait for an answer. Her hand wrapped around my package, squeezed, and then began to stroke. I got hard in less than a minute.

"Oh fuck! You're big, Honey. Really big!"

"You two getting acquainted," Al said as he approached the table. Gloria's husband was in his mid-40s, going somewhat bald on top and sporting a growing paunch around his middle.

"We are, Honey, we are. This is Phil... Phil's wife is away for a week and he's looking to play... and he's got some wonderful equipment to play with." Her hand continued to stroke up and down the length of my cock. She had it almost fully erect at this point, so much so, my tight jeans were becoming extremely uncomfortable.

"How big is he?" Al asked.

"He's modest. He says it not all that big, but I'm thinking 7 inches and thick."

If Gloria was going to take the liberty of stroking my cock in public, I figured I was also entitled. "Are you wearing panties, Gloria. I can see you're wearing a bra."

"She's wearing black panties," Al responded for his wife.

"I like women in black panties. Have her show them to me, Al."

"You heard the man, Honey. Show him."

Obediently, Gloria turned to face me and opened her legs. In her short skirt, the black crotch of her panties immediately came into view. Even from several feet away, I could smell the musky aroma emanating from her cunt.

"Al, you're got a sexy, hot woman for your wife. Unless you say 'no', I'm going to take her back to my place and spend the night fucking her."

"But I like to watch," he stammered.

"I think I would prefer to fuck her without an audience, but how about we compromise?"

"Sure... sure," he said eagerly.

"How about you come with us to my place and watch and join if you like tonight and in the morning. After lunch, you take off and I'll spend the rest of the week screwing this gorgeous woman without an audience. Deal?"

I saw Gloria licking her lips and winking at me, obviously enormously excited by the prospect of fucking me everyday for the next week while her husband was waiting for her at home and probably jacking off constantly.

"Can't I come over during the week and watch," he pleaded.

"No. Don't think so. One day of watching is plenty."

In desperation, Al turned to his wife for help. "What do you say, Honey?"

"It's up to Phil, Darling. You know very well that once I say "yes" to a man, then it's up to him to decide when I get it... how I get it... where I get it... and whether others watch me getting it or not. I think Phil's been very generous to allow you watch him fucking me tonight and in the morning. You should thank him. And don't worry, Honey, about the rest of the week. I'm sure I can persuade Phil to permit me to call you on the phone so you can listen to him fucking your wife."

"Do you have to stay with him all week?" he whined.

"That's up to Phil, Darling. You know that. But he seems to really like me. I think he'll be fucking me all week."

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An hour later, I had Gloria back in my house sitting on the coffee table. Al had been relegated to my rolling desk chair on the side of the room. He hadn't stopped rubbing his cock since we had left the "Night Life" Club, and he was still rubbing it.

"Let's see your gorgeous tits, Honey. Take them out. Cup them for me." A moment later, two big, hot tits were out of the top of Gloria's dress. She cupped them for me, her fingernails flicking rapidly, back and forth, over the tips of both of her hard, swollen nipples.

I unbuttoned and removed my shirt, leaving the chains around my neck. Moving closer, Gloria's hand left her breast and began to move over my naked chest, feeling it... caressing it. When her fingers slid through the soft hair, she moaned.

Stepping back so she could see clearly, I unbuckled my jeans, pulled the zipper down and worked them over my hips. As soon as the material cleared my massive erection, my cock surged out and up, pointing straight at Gloria's naked tits.

"OH MY GAWD! THAT'S FUCKING HUGE! she half moaned... half whispered as she stared mesmerized like a small mouse in front of the slowly approaching snake. It was big... about 8 inches... bigger than normal because of the erotic situation.

Grasping it around the base, I whacked the sex club against her naked tit. "OH FUCKKKKK!" Al's wife wailed as Al jacked off.

"Lose the dress, panties, and bra," I commanded.

Gloria scrambled off the table and quickly shed the skirt, blouse, and her bra. Her big globes tumbled out, jiggling in the air, when she pulled the bra way from her body.

"Now the panties. Take off your damn panties," I growled. Her body shivered... then shuddered more violently. She bent at the waist and lowered her panties, stepping out of them when they were around her feet.

"Pick up all your clothes, Gloria and bring them over here."

When she had gathered her clothes, I opened the bottom drawer of my desk. "Put everything in here." After she had dropped all her clothes except her heels into the drawer, I shut and locked it. "You won't be needing your clothes for several days, Gloria. This way, we'll know they're safe when you need them around Friday.

Gloria's excitement flared into an uncontrolled inferno when she realized that I was going to keep her naked all week. Both of her hands flew to her cunt and pressed between her thighs as her hips thrust back and forth in wild fuck motions. As she pumped her hips, her hands rubbed frantically over her throbbing clitoris, two fingers sinking in and out of her hot, wet vagina.

"That's it, Gloria. Fuck yourself."

With both hands already on her crotch, a small motion of one hand opened the lips of her slick pussy as she locked her fingers in and under her labia. Her other hand trailed down the length of the quivering opening, spreading it, and exhibiting every inch of it to me.

I kept my eyes locked onto her gushing twat. "Spread wider! Open your hot fuck hole, Gloria."

She spread herself open as much as possible, sinking two fingers ... like a miniature cock ... deep all the way to the knuckle. Her fingers began to fuck. Al leaned closer moaning at the sight of his wife masturbating for me. "She ever do this for you, Al?" I asked.

From the other side of the room, I first heard a tortured groan and then, "No! Never!"

Hot bubbles of pleasure and juices were now percolating to the surface of Gloria's cunt. Abruptly, her fingers pulled out of her hot hole and took her fat clitoris between thumb and forefinger... squeezing... rotating. Her cunt whooshed air as it contracted in a hard spasm.

"I want it!" she cried, jerking on her clitoris furiously, cunt juices coating her hand and dribbling down her trembling thighs.

"This?" I asked, holding my cock in my fist with a full four inches of man meat extending beyond.

"Yessssssss.... Yesssssssssss! Please!"

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"OOOOHHHH GAWD YES!"

"Then say it the way a woman is supposed to say it."

"I want it. I want you to fuck me... Please! I want your cock in me... all the way in me! I want you to fuck me, eat me, let me suck the hot jizz out of your balls. Anything! Every thing! All week! PLEASE!"

I made the shuddering woman wait. Her fingers continued to furiously jerk and squeeze on her now very elongated clit. The fingers on her other hand were pumping deliciously, frantically, in and out.

Just before Gloria reached her climax, I jerked her hands away from her cunt. "No please," she howled. "Please, let me finish... Let me cum!"

"You cum on my cock, when I tell you to cum. Time to go to the bedroom." I led Al wife's by her cunt as she moaned and gasped into my bedroom. Al followed quickly wheeling his chair in front of him.

"Kneel on the bed, Gloria. Near the edge so you can suck me."

Al's wife scrambled frantically to the edge of the bed and knelt near the edge with her mouth open and ready.

"Just a moment, Honey. I have to fix up your husband first."

Al was sitting in the rolling desk chair not far from the edge of the bed. His cock was a rigid 6 inches, pointing straight up. "Put your arms on the arm rests, Al." When he obeyed, I fastened Velcro straps around both wrists and the chair arms. I added two more velcro binding straps near his elbows.

"Sorry about this, Man. But I don't want interruptions while I'm fucking your wife. I'm sure you understand." Bending down, I strapped his ankles to the chair's supports. Finally, I pulled a ski mask over his head completely covering his eyes but leaving his nose and mouth free so he could breathe easily.

"Now suck me, Baby. Suck my big cock so it will be wet and slick for your cunt."

Gloria pushed her head down the big shaft. Her head dipped over and over, her lips sliding up and down the thick male shaft, licking it and then my balls. Slowly, she worked the entire shaft into her suck hole, grunting and moaning. Al's cock was jerking wildly but he was unable to get his hand on it. He groaned in frustration and wild excitement listening to what he knew were the noises his wife was making as she sucked cock.

"That's enough, Honey. You mouth is just too hot. I want the first load to go up your cunt, not into your belly. We'll spend hours sucking each other this coming week. Right now, it's time to fuck."

"Ooohhh yess! Hurry! Get on me! Get in me! FUCK ME!" she wailed.

From the other side of the room, Al was begging. "Oh please, take off the blindfold so I can see. Please. You can keep her as long as you want... just let me watch tonight... please."

Gloria whispered in my ear. "Let him watch. If you don't, he'll be pestering us all week, and you'll be spending time talking to him rather than fucking me."

"Good advice." I kissed her passionately and removed Al's blindfold. He couldn't thank me enough. "Can you release my right hand, please. So I can jack off. Please."

I was feeling exceptionally generous. It was a first for me. Never before in my entire life had I agreed to untie a husband's hand so he could jack off while he watched me fucking his wife. So, I untied his right hand and received his profuse and gushing thanks.

Gloria threw herself on her back and pulled her knees up to her chest completely exposing her cunt. It was gaping open... wet... hot... juice dripping from her hole onto the bedspread.

"Please fuck me, Phil. Please fuck me now."

"Your husband will see us. He'll see what a hot slut you are."

"I WANT HIM TO SEE IT. Please fuck me in front of my husband. Fuck me like I've never been fucked before." Looking over at Al, she begged, "OH GOD PLEASE FUCK ME NOW!"

When Al saw my 8-inch cock slipping slowly into the folds of his wife's waiting cunt, he screamed. "OH GOD! YOU'RE FUCKING HER... YOU'RE FUCKING MY WIFE! SHE'S NOT ON THE PILL... DON'T... DON'T KNOCK HER UP... PLEASE!"

When I looked over, I saw Al's hand flashing up and down his cock. I also saw a huge cum load all over his chest. Some was even up in his hair. He had already cum in the last couple of minutes and was still hard as stone.

Leaning closer, I whispered in Gloria's ear while my cock was pulsing and throbbing inside her cunt, "Is he just saying that or is your cunt really unprotected?"

"I'm not on the pill, but I just finished my period. You can fuck me full of cum all week... besides, I hope you do knock me up. Hurry. I can't want any longer.

As soon as I began fucking in and out of her totally exposed vagina, Gloria wailed and screamed: "OHOHOH... THAT'S SO GOOOOD... PLEASE FUCK ME... PLEASE... PLEASE...PLEASE...OH GOD YOUR COCK IS SO BIG...I'VE NEVER... OH GOD...I'VE NEVER... OH FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME..."

I pounded my cock into Al's wife hard and fast as she yelled out her need. With a loud groan, I came inside of her throbbing pussy. With a loud scream, Gloria came with me. She bucked and threw her hips up so hard I had to hold on to stay inside her exploding cunt hole. She helped me by wrapping her legs tightly about my hips, locking my body to hers with my prick deeply embedded inside her cunt. My rod continued to throb as more semen entered her pussy. At the same time, Gloria's body and cunt were wracked with repeated spasms.

We rested for an hour. I told Gloria to suck me, which she did with gusto, taking almost all of my 8-inch, newly hardened cock into her throat. When I was fully hard, I turned to Al and said, "I'm going to fuck her again. Would you like to join?"

Immediately, I felt Gloria shaking her head, but before she could speak, Al said, "Thanks, but I'm not permitted to fuck her. I would like to be untied though so I can really get close and watch your cock sinking into her."

It seemed to me to be the least I could do for the poor guy. When I had him untied, he moaned and asked, "Oh god... how are you going to fuck her now?"

"First, I'm going to let her ride my cock. Want to ride my big sex gun, Gloria." We both saw her trembling at the thought. I laid on the bed while Gloria threw her legs on either side of me. Just before she moved to impale herself on my spike, a perverse idea flashed through my head. I gave voice to it before my big head overruled the idea.

"Al. Hold my cock and put it in your wife's cunt when she lowers her ass."

"Oh yes! yes! yes!" he groaned. You know it doesn't take a whole hell of a lot to please some guys. He did the job perfectly. As Gloria lowered her cunt, my spear hit her opening dead center and drilled into the depths of her pussy. She settled her hips, turned to her husband, and sneered, "Well, get down there and look at what a real cock looks like as it fucks into your wife's hot cunt, Al."

He lowered himself until his eyes were level with the connection between cock and cunt, moaned, and again began to masturbate furiously.

Gloria began fucking me with wild abandon. Her hips seemed to be on swivels as she humped herself up and down on my cock, and, at the same time, rotated her hole around and around my throbbing prick. The sensations were incredible, and Al couldn't stop yelling, "Oh my god... look at that! look at that!" He came before I did.

Much later, I had Gloria in doggy position fucking her like a hot bitch. Again, Al was no more than a foot away watching the thick phallus sinking in and out of his wife's cunt. "Jezz!! How can you take that thing, Gloria. He's just huge!!"

"OOOHH FUCK YES! HE'S HUGE. SOOO GOOD... SOOO GOOD. HE'S MAKING YOUR WIFE CUM AGAIN......... AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

At 2 AM, I escorted Al to the front door and told him I would have Gloria call him at least once a day. Later, as we cuddled together on the cum and cunt-juice soaked sheets of the bed, Gloria turned her head and said softly, "That was just magnificent, Phil. I've never been fucked so well. You must have gotten me off 15 times. I think your wife is crazy to leave you alone for a week."

"She's probably going to divorce me."

"I don't believe you, but if she does, I want you."

We snuggled closer. "Wanna fuck me again?" she purred.

"In the morning... we've got all week. But I do have a request."

"What is it? Anything you want, Lover. Anything"

"Would it be Ok if I made love to you in the morning instead of fucking you?"

"You're unbelievable! I'm going to go crazy waiting for morning."

She moved into spoon position as I fitted my semihard cock into the crease of her ass. She moaned softly and soon we were both asleep.

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Divorce Trial: Rita

The seven-inch cock sensuously sliding in and out of my cunt was sending shivers of delight through my entire body. The 24-year old bellhop working the hard shaft slowly back and forth inside my dilated and gushing pussy was fucking me for the third time that evening.

I had called Martin Sunday evening to let him know that I needed some more 'servicing', but he had regretfully told me that he had a date with his girlfriend. Being the considerate employee that he was, he asked if I would like for him to arrange for service with two of his bellhop friends who were also college students.

One of those college students turned out to be Rhett, a graduate student in human relations. Judging from his performance in my mouth and pussy for the last two hours, I figured he must be a star student in relations.

"OOohhhhhhhh... yes, Baby. Like that... JUST LIKE THAT! OOOUUUUUUUUU," I moaned as the stud drove the sex spike to the bottom of my throbbing pussy and ground his pubic bond against my engorged, sensitive clit.

His hands gripped my hips with masculine authority holding my pelvis in perfect position for his cock thrusts. Every time the thick shaft withdrew from my cunt, it pulled my inner labia along with it. My lips clung to the sides of his cock as if begging him to come back. The sensation was electric... delicious. When only the cock head remained inside my hot hole, his powerful muscles flexed and hammered the cock back into my throbbing cunt.

Rhett had been fucking me like this... rapid, hard, driving thrusts to the bottom of my gushing cunt... for so long that my pussy and clitoris were now contracting and pulsing repeatedly and uncontrollably.

The other pair of hands that reached around my shoulders to capture my tits were also driving me wild. Fingers held both of my swollen nipples, twisting and pulling them every time the thick male shaft plunged into my throbbing cunt.

The men had me naked with my legs high in the air and spread wide. My feet were jerking back and forth in the air, essentially, uncontrollably. Each time I felt the hard thud of the cock head against my womb, the scr****g against my dancing clit, and the delicious pulling on my nipples, my toes automatically curled back causing the heels of my feet to elevate. I could only take a half dozen such strokes before another orgasm would intensify the contractions of my vagina and clitoris.

"OH FUCK ME! KEEP FUCKING ME! AAAHHH... SHIT... SHIT... YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMMMMMMM AGAIN... OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!"

The smaller, 6-inch cock inside my ass continued to slide in and out of my gaping rear hole, alternating inward strokes with the more powerful thrusts of the male organ using my pussy. With our combined weights on him, Keith's ability to fuck my ass the way he wanted was restricted. It was tough on him, but I loved it... both cock hammering me... stretching me... fucking me.

"aaaahhh... aaahhhh... aaaahhhhh... FUCK ME YOU HOT BASTARDS. FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK MY ASS! GIVE IT TO ME!" I heard myself screaming.

"I can't hold it!" Rhett screamed. "She's too fucking hot."

Although I couldn't feel his cum spewing into me, I certainly did feel the intense contractions of his deeply embedded prick and the hard short strokes he pounded into me as he emptied his balls into my waiting pussy.

"Get off her, Rhett. Give me some room to fuck her ass harder," Keith demanded.

Being very considerate of his friend, Rhett withdrew his semi-hard rod from my still-throbbing vagina and moved up to my mouth indicating that I needed to suck him clean. With Rhett's weight gone, Keith moved his hands to my ass to adjust my position to give himself the best fucking angle. I helped my putting my feet on his thighs to elevate my hole into position for him. A moment later, Rhett's cock entered my mouth, and Keith began fucking my ass like wild stallion. Ten minutes, and several hundred hard fuck strokes later, Keith's huge load was being pumped into my bowels.

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By 8:30 PM, Rhett and Keith had both fucked me three times, and I was exhausted. Being the considerate studs they were, they left and let me get some sleep so I could go to work Monday morning.

Before turning in, I took a quick shower to remove most of the dried sweat, cum, and cuntal secretions from my body. Afterwards, I douched and then soaked in the whirlpool bath for a half hour. As the water swirled soothingly around my tired body, I couldn't help but smile at the drastic change in my sex life this weekend.

Prior to Saturday morning, I had gotten one, two-stroke fucking from my husband in the previous 23 days. Since Saturday morning, Martin had plowed my pussy through three delicious fuckings that afternoon, and then that afternoon, Ross Elder had pumped two more huge loads of semen into my hungry pussy.

Still hungry for more, I had called Brent Faxon on his cell phone and asked if he could get away for the evening to have a late dinner with me and then pleasure my pussy for dessert. During dinner, the randy stud wouldn't stop playing with my clit and pussy at the table. I had already cum twice before he got me into my hotel room where he spent three hours screwing everyone of my holes. When he left around midnight, I had one load of cum in my pussy, another in my ass, and a third sloshing around in my stomach.

Sunday morning, Martin brought me breakfast in bed. As I had ordered enough for two, we enjoyed the food together. Afterwards, he nailed my ass into the mattress twice more.

I had taken a short nap before showering and doing my hair and make up. When I thought I looked good, I called Larry Eastwood. That afternoon, Larry forgot all about hammering a golf ball toward the hole with his big driver, and concentrated on hammering his balls toward my hole using a different kind of big driver. He successfully sank three loads into the hole, but the stroke score he required to achieve the feat was well over five hundred.

And of course, then there was Rhett and Keith, my two other darling college students working so hard to get through college and being willing to sacrifice their time, energy, and manly juices to do so. This evening, for example, they had had to put in over three hours of hard work and each sacrifice their juices three times. I laughed just thinking about it.

Mentally, I totaled up the count. I had a hard time believing it, so I went through it again. The totals were the same. I had been laid by six different men, one on two different occasions, who had fucked me 19 times in just two days. I felt like a total depraved slutty whore. I absolutely loved it!

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Even though I had fallen into a deep sleep at 9 PM, I was still an hour late for work on Monday morning. Dan Tollman, my boss, was not a happy camper. He hated employees who are late, particularly when the employee is his personal secretary whom he needs to get his job done efficiently.

He opened his mouth to let me know his displeasure in no uncertain terms, but his impending tirade died on his lips when he took a second look at the way I was dressed. Dan had been hitting on me for months, but I had always politely, but firmly, turned him down. To emphasize my position, I wore only very proper and conservative business-type clothes to work. This morning, for the first time, I was dressed hot and, some people might say, slutty. Why not? After all, I was single until next Saturday morning.

The white dress I had worn had two spaghetti straps over the shoulders, a low-cut, V neckline that let Dan seen a reasonable, but not totally obscene, portion of my breasts, and a hemline that was about six inches or so above my knees. I wore platform shoes, not slutty, but not conservative either.

The thing that stopped his tirade, however, was not so much the dress, but the way I was sitting in front on the couch in his office. With my legs crossed and my knees high, the entire expanse of my thigh was on display. To provide a little more viewing pleasure for my randy boss, I was also leaning forward enough to allow the bodice of the dress to fall away and increase the extent of exposure of my breasts.

"Yes, Mr. Tollman? You were saying?" I smiled warmly.

"Eh.. I don't know. I've forgotten. You really look wonderful this morning, Rita. I hope this is the new look for the office."

"I might be, Mr. Tollman. It could be."

Dan Tollman did not become General Manager of a large and profitable firm by being obsequious and non-aggressive. He came straight to the point. "Does this new look mean what I think it means, Rita?"

I was equally direct, which I saw pleased him. "Yes. It does. I've decided that it's ridiculous for me to dress like a nun just because I work for a virile, attractive boss."

"Every time for months that I've asked you out, you've reminded me that you're married. I see you still have on your wedding ring, so I presume you're still married. What about your husband, Phil? Has that situation changed?"

"Possibly. I'm not sure yet. Phil hasn't been... how should I put this... Phil hasn't been meeting his bedroom responsibilities so we're having a short trial separation. Next week and the week after that, we'll be trying something different, but at least for this week, we're effectively separated."

"So, at least for the remainder of this week, you're single and available?"

I nodded and smiled seductively, pulling my dress slightly higher on my thighs.

"In that case, may I suggest we take the afternoon off, have a late lunch on my yacht, and enjoy ourselves afterwards?"

"Sounds wonderful. Should I change? Bring a bathing suit?"

"No. You're not going to wearing anything most of the time anyway."

"Mmmmmmmm..." Tollman saw me pressing my thighs together.

"Women have a big advantage in being able to do that."

I knew very well what he talking about, but I pretended ignorance. "Do what?"

"Being able to press your thighs together and pleasure yourself in public without anyone knowing. Men can't do that."

"Without anyone knowing? You knew."

"I'm not most men."

"No. You aren't. Not even close." I pressed my thighs together again as he watched.

"I'm going to fuck you this afternoon on the boat... many times. But first, I'm going to fuck you right now, on that couch you're sitting on. And for the rest of this week, you can count on being fucked on that couch every day."

"I know. Does it bother you that I'm married?"

"Bother me? It excites me. I love fucking another man's wife. They're the hottest. Does it bother you that I'm divorced?"

Unzipping my dress, I let it fall to the floor around my feet as I replied, "No. I haven't been fucked by a divorced man before. I'm sure I'll love it."

"My god, you're gorgeous, Rita. Just unbelievable. I've waited for months to see you naked. Take off the bra and panties."

As I unhooked my bra, Dan locked the door to his office and turned on the sign outside that I knew said, "Back in 30 minutes". He was removing his shirt and trousers while I stood with my hands on my hips wearing nothing but panties and platform heels. Even before he slipped off his shorts, I could see the rigid erection, standing nearly straight up with intense desire for my pussy. It was about six and a half inches and reasonably thick. I had no doubt that it was going to make my pussy cum and cum hard.

"Your tits are incredible! Are you shaved or natural?"

"I'm shaved but with a little 'landing s