A Vulnerable Housewife Chapter one Business Trip to New Orleans
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By Barbara
The company I worked for in Maine promoted and transferred me to Central New York State when I was in my early 20s. Now, a few years later, I’m married, 5’7”, 125 pounds, green eyes and “B” cup. My long, slender legs looked good and my pubic area was trimmed to a bikini triangle of straight light brown hair. I met my husband several months after I moved here.
I inherited several work problems, one was several office girls would party in the office with the guys, some were very intimate. Other procedural problems were in the 3 outlying satellite branches requiring frequent visits but I finally solved the problems. My nickname became Mary Poppins because of my Maine conservativeness and expectations of proper work procedures. One girl told me that she was always late because her “partying” was important, I told her I accepted her notice. The rest decided to follow my rules but a couple left.
There were also several local, regional, sectional meetings and conferences lasting one to three days and the annual National Corporate Conference. I worked hard to earn the right to attend the National, held at resorts or cities around the country lasted a work week. Usually meetings lasted until mid-day or so, followed by sightseeing trips, golfing, organized other activities or free time and, of course, parties. Naturally alcohol flowed very freely.
The New Orleans trip was my 4th or 5th and I worked Saturday to make the office easier for my assistant. My husband, Gene hated these trips but knew I had (wanted) to go, this time packing for me because of the previous week and assuring me he had packed all I would need for the Sunday departure. When I unpacked Sunday evening I regretted my perfunctory checking his work. A few proper casual and business clothes were packed but so was my sexy night-out play sheer blouses, short skirts, thigh high stockings and mostly only sexy transparent bras and sheer or crotchless panties.
I never screwed around before I met “my man”. I was surprised that he loved me to show off my body, erroneously believing I was more beautiful and sexy than was the truth. Other men looking and admiring me turned him on, he liked me going braless and topless, showing much skin and legs wherever I could. He loved me to ride naked and use my vibrator on road trips allowing truckers, van drivers or anyone higher to see me. I admit being excited having no idea how many men saw me naked and watched me come with a vibrator. He told me many times he’d love to watch me being fucked so knowing all this, I was dumb for not checking more closely.
New Orleans arrival day was registration, room assignments, schedules and greetings of friends from other branches and signups for the various company sponsored activities. The first evening was casual get-togethers and impromptu parties. Monday’s meetings went to mid-afternoon followed by an awards and dinner around 5. I was surprised to receive two national awards for my work. That is definitely a big deal meaning raises, promotions and/or offers from larger branches, divisions or even HQ could be forthcoming.
I found a long yellow dress I thought was OK for the dinner certain the sheer underclothes would be fine. After dinner our group, not entirely our office though, found a quiet corner in the bar to drink, dance and talk. Dancing a final dance with Terry, my immediate boss, he mentioned we made quite a pair, with his unusual (loud) suit and my sexy dress. “What about my dress?” I questioned and was mortified when returning to our spot I saw a unnoticed nearby “black light” that made my dress and undergarments transparent as sheer curtains and my breasts, nipples, pubic hair, even my navel were truly visible. I had thought the guys were plying me with drinks because of the awards I won instead of keeping me there for views. I was drunk enough that it suddenly seemed ridiculously funny and burst out laughing at my naivety. In the elevator heading to change, I was assured they had no idea about the light when they grabbed the table but then was not about to move “but we all agree you really have a delicious body.” I was shocked but being use to their remarks and humor, it soon passed. I still had quite a buzz still as I called my husband for the usual daily contact. He was very proud of my accomplishments and delighted when I gave him hell about my clothes and the black light embarrassment. “Maybe they will have the drive to fuck you now!” he commented.
I found my usual group (4 to 8 guys and 2 to 5 women) that I hung out with and was very comfortable with. I was served a martini, my favorite but usually avoided, on a silver platter (tinfoil) to honor of my awards. The usual fooling and k**ding around continued and especially they were disappointed to see my change of outfit.
I was pushing my drink limit when half a dozen guys and a couple of us girls started the usual penny ante poker game while gossiping, talking and joking, of course, then the rest drifted off to other parties. Brenda, me, 4 or 5 guys had been drinking and playing for a while when a suggestion to switch to strip poker came out. We had played it before but stopped as soon we girls became uncomfortable with our “losses”. Brenda (we were nearly the same size and build) and I thought it was a very poor idea due to our intoxication but we were promised we could quit anytime and reminded me they had seen “a lot of me” and really wanted more. I fuzzily knew Gene would not object a bit and truthfully being exposed in the bar excited me plus I was drunk enough to be convinced. The game progressed, clothes were won or lost, drinks consumed and lots of k**ding, talking and giggling, just fun and deep down I liked their appreciative looks.
Abruptly I realized my tits and nipples were very apparent through that transparent bra and those sheer panties did nothing to conceal my pussy hair, the only clothes I had left. The men were in various stages of undress were happily enjoying the view of me and Brenda also scantily clad. When Brenda lost and forfeited her panties the two of us decided to quit, but were convinced to a final hand.
While it was being dealt I was aware two white men and Randy, my black sales team leader were naked sporting wet, twitching hardons. Randy noticed me glancing his 9 or 10 inch long throbbing hard-on that seemed thicker than my forearm and moved so close to me that when I reached for my card, my arm hit his pre-come covered cock. I was getting wet and horny and decided I must leave immediately. My husband and I had watched some interracial videos and I doubted the size of black cocks, but now wondered how that cock would feel inside me.
I was amazed by my first cards 3 jacks, an ace and 10. Discarding the ace I drew a 10 and announced a raise. I knew they thought I was bluffing when Robert said, double or nothing, all your clothes and a few minutes of playing? I looked again at my full house and agreed. I slowly laid my cards, one at a time on the table and Robert (another black man) said, “Wow, your weren’t bluffing!” and laid down a 3, then a second, and third and finally with a flourish a 4th fucking 3! They all demanded we strip off our meager clothes and add to the pile. Brenda and I stood naked a few minutes for the several guys to enjoy.
Ignoring the complaints and groans, I reached for my clothes but my bra slipped landing on Randy’s hard-on. I waited for him to hand it back when he told me, “Barb, your bra is starting to get wet, you best grab it.” and grinned. I carefully reached for my bra as they all watched closely when someone yelled out, “HOLY FUCK, check out the TV”. When we all whipped around to look, my hand grabbed right around that hard hot cock and Randy’s instantly yanked the bra away and clamped my hand around it. The damn TV wasn’t even on.
“Close your hand, Barb, and stroke me, please”, Randy whispered squeezing my fingers around his big black bare cock and slowly moved my hand up and down on it. My finger didn’t reach around it but I couldn’t take my eyes off my hand. Minutes later I realized I was stroking his cock and his hand was gone. He was gently and slowly pushing my head toward that glistening black cock, I remember him saying. “Make me come, help relieve the tension in my nuts; I want to come on your beautiful face.” My lips brushed against it, I licked his pre-come up and my mouth engulfing his cock. Brenda guided my head up and down timing it to my pumping hand. As I sucked that black cock, I was pulled to my feet; fingers were probing at my very wet pussy and he said “Damn, you are wet and ready” then slipped a finger into my pussy. The finger withdrew and something much bigger and harder was probing at my cunt lips. I let out a moan, and tried to lift my head to tell the cock owner no, but Randy was controlling it up and down urging me to suck his cock faster and faster. I kept jerking and sucking him faster and harder and kept trying to tell them to get out of my accommodating pussy as the large cock slowly sawed in and out going deeper with each move. Slowly as that cock stretched my pussy, I felt an orgasm building in me and knew right then that cock owned me. Randy’s cock seemed to be swelling and pulsating, I knew he was going to come in my mouth. I experienced a huge orgasm, Randy forced his cock almost into my throat as thick ropes of semen erupted, forcing me to swallow or choke. At the same time, I felt the cock in my pussy hit bottom and his balls slap on my clit. A few seconds after the last spurt of a dozen or more blasted into my throat, Randy released my head but kept me bent over. I could not swallow all the sperm he had and it oozed out of my lips, drooling down my chin onto his nuts. My cunt was being fucked hard and gasping for breath, I looked back between my legs and saw naked black legs and a black nut sack slapping my clit as he fucked my little white pussy. I was really too far into it now to stop, in fact I realized that I was bouncing back meeting his black cock as he thrust into me. He made me come two or three times before I realized that he did not have a rubber on and I had to cry out to him, “OH, GOD! PLEASE DON’T COME IN ME, I AM FERTILE, OVULATING! PLEASE DON’T!”
When I said that he suddenly stopped moving and asked “Really?” then I sighed in relief as Robert pulled his big cock out of me. The relief was short lived as he led me to the bed and pushed onto my back. He moved between my spreading legs and his glorious big black cock slammed back into my hair covered pussy.
I knew then my now weak protests were futile, I was going to receive a huge load of fertile black cum. He was talking softly; I remember only the gist of it like: “Oh Barbie your pussy is so tight; I bet you can feel every vein in my cock.” (I knew I nodded at that.) “Imagine feeling my prick swelling and throbbing and spurting inside you. Tell me you want to feel me come inside you.”(“NO!” I know I moaned.”) God you are tight, tell me to come in you.” Suddenly I realized I did want him to come inside my cunt. He groaned in my ear, “Oh please let me to come in you; I got a gallon of cum for you and can't pull out. I am three strokes from knocking you up.” Suddenly I heard myself crying out “Oh God, yes, come in me, YES, knock me up!” and my legs went straight out to the sides.
Robert suddenly thrust hard and deep into my young married cunt, his semen blasting deep inside me. It may have been the martinis or my highly aroused sexual frenzy, but I could imagine his sperm fertilize me.
As Robert rested inside me, I heard someone say, I am next. Robert got off me and another black man mounted me. As he came down on me, I grabbed Donald’s hard cock and 10 inches or more of black cock slid deep into me. I came instantly. As Donald fucked me, I listened to Robert telling the guys how my cunt felt and it got me hotter. Then Donald came deep in me and Terry was sliding into my sperm filled cunt. I looked at Randy and told him he started this, so he better get hard again and “come in my cunt instead of my mouth”. He grinned and I saw he was erect again. Before he got his turn at me though, I was fucked by Lou, the lead salesman and Chuck, another white guy. I could feel river of cum running down my ass. As the Randy finally came inside me, Brenda told me I needed cleaning and then she licked and sucked up most if not all that sperm. When she smilingly finished, telling me she was a true cum slut. I remember seeing her on hands and knees while getting fucked also.
I was exhausted and fell asleep right there. The next morning I was woke up to my tits and pussy being fondled, then Robert, whose bed I was in fucked another black come load into me. Donald joined me and fucked me in the shower. I found my clothes, went to my room and took another shower to rinse my pussy. I admitted to Brenda “God I enjoyed that fucking and them coming in me! I am not even sore or feel guilty and certain my husband will be ecstatic (if I tell him) I got gang fucked. “
Although I had not initiated it I didn’t resist or try stopping them either, in a way decided that maybe my clothing and stripping at poker would be unfair to them. I also knew my husband would love the story that several guys came in me and some twice, but hoped he would not find out. Brenda assured me that the men would absolutely keep the secret. Then she told me, “You probably shouldn’t have said you’re fertile, it made them eager to knock you up, especially the black men.” and said she was too busy to count how many loads I took.
Over breakfast the guys politely greeted us and acted normal, definitely keep the secret; no one pointed fingers or whispered about “the slut”. As the day passed, the guys did their best to assure me they knew I certainly did not instigate it, it just happened. Over mid-afternoon cocktails they forced the conversation to it and I was very surprised that their opinion did not changed; I was not a slut to be used by all. They finally got me talking and I agreed that I “seemed to really have gotten into it, telling everyone they could come in you”. We spent a bit of time discussing my “gangbang”. It was not planned but because I didn’t seem to be really opposed, it happened. Here I had to admit I did sort of like it. Soon they asked if I would be into another “party” but (dumbly) blurted “Not fucking today” getting laughs from them.
On the arrival day I had signed up for an all-day fishing excursion on the Gulf and so did some of these guys. I like to fish and thought about getting some sun on the boat also. The talk soon went to the fishing trip and a few comments about being in the sun and offshore. They suggested that if I forgot my bikini, they would not object to applying sun lotion for me. Some minutes later I told them if I did that “I bet the only place to be exposed to the sun would be half of my thighs because you guys would be on top of me most of the time!” and they agreed.
I emphasized I would bring my bikini, groans, and saying I had stuff to do and left. Glancing back, they were grinning at me and flashed me a thumbs up: I smiled back and stepped into the elevator. The fishing trip is the next adventure and I was certain another gang bang awaited me. But I wanted a smaller, sheerer, more erotic swim suit.
By Barbara
The company I worked for in Maine promoted and transferred me to Central New York State when I was in my early 20s. Now, a few years later, I’m married, 5’7”, 125 pounds, green eyes and “B” cup. My long, slender legs looked good and my pubic area was trimmed to a bikini triangle of straight light brown hair. I met my husband several months after I moved here.
I inherited several work problems, one was several office girls would party in the office with the guys, some were very intimate. Other procedural problems were in the 3 outlying satellite branches requiring frequent visits but I finally solved the problems. My nickname became Mary Poppins because of my Maine conservativeness and expectations of proper work procedures. One girl told me that she was always late because her “partying” was important, I told her I accepted her notice. The rest decided to follow my rules but a couple left.
There were also several local, regional, sectional meetings and conferences lasting one to three days and the annual National Corporate Conference. I worked hard to earn the right to attend the National, held at resorts or cities around the country lasted a work week. Usually meetings lasted until mid-day or so, followed by sightseeing trips, golfing, organized other activities or free time and, of course, parties. Naturally alcohol flowed very freely.
The New Orleans trip was my 4th or 5th and I worked Saturday to make the office easier for my assistant. My husband, Gene hated these trips but knew I had (wanted) to go, this time packing for me because of the previous week and assuring me he had packed all I would need for the Sunday departure. When I unpacked Sunday evening I regretted my perfunctory checking his work. A few proper casual and business clothes were packed but so was my sexy night-out play sheer blouses, short skirts, thigh high stockings and mostly only sexy transparent bras and sheer or crotchless panties.
I never screwed around before I met “my man”. I was surprised that he loved me to show off my body, erroneously believing I was more beautiful and sexy than was the truth. Other men looking and admiring me turned him on, he liked me going braless and topless, showing much skin and legs wherever I could. He loved me to ride naked and use my vibrator on road trips allowing truckers, van drivers or anyone higher to see me. I admit being excited having no idea how many men saw me naked and watched me come with a vibrator. He told me many times he’d love to watch me being fucked so knowing all this, I was dumb for not checking more closely.
New Orleans arrival day was registration, room assignments, schedules and greetings of friends from other branches and signups for the various company sponsored activities. The first evening was casual get-togethers and impromptu parties. Monday’s meetings went to mid-afternoon followed by an awards and dinner around 5. I was surprised to receive two national awards for my work. That is definitely a big deal meaning raises, promotions and/or offers from larger branches, divisions or even HQ could be forthcoming.
I found a long yellow dress I thought was OK for the dinner certain the sheer underclothes would be fine. After dinner our group, not entirely our office though, found a quiet corner in the bar to drink, dance and talk. Dancing a final dance with Terry, my immediate boss, he mentioned we made quite a pair, with his unusual (loud) suit and my sexy dress. “What about my dress?” I questioned and was mortified when returning to our spot I saw a unnoticed nearby “black light” that made my dress and undergarments transparent as sheer curtains and my breasts, nipples, pubic hair, even my navel were truly visible. I had thought the guys were plying me with drinks because of the awards I won instead of keeping me there for views. I was drunk enough that it suddenly seemed ridiculously funny and burst out laughing at my naivety. In the elevator heading to change, I was assured they had no idea about the light when they grabbed the table but then was not about to move “but we all agree you really have a delicious body.” I was shocked but being use to their remarks and humor, it soon passed. I still had quite a buzz still as I called my husband for the usual daily contact. He was very proud of my accomplishments and delighted when I gave him hell about my clothes and the black light embarrassment. “Maybe they will have the drive to fuck you now!” he commented.
I found my usual group (4 to 8 guys and 2 to 5 women) that I hung out with and was very comfortable with. I was served a martini, my favorite but usually avoided, on a silver platter (tinfoil) to honor of my awards. The usual fooling and k**ding around continued and especially they were disappointed to see my change of outfit.
I was pushing my drink limit when half a dozen guys and a couple of us girls started the usual penny ante poker game while gossiping, talking and joking, of course, then the rest drifted off to other parties. Brenda, me, 4 or 5 guys had been drinking and playing for a while when a suggestion to switch to strip poker came out. We had played it before but stopped as soon we girls became uncomfortable with our “losses”. Brenda (we were nearly the same size and build) and I thought it was a very poor idea due to our intoxication but we were promised we could quit anytime and reminded me they had seen “a lot of me” and really wanted more. I fuzzily knew Gene would not object a bit and truthfully being exposed in the bar excited me plus I was drunk enough to be convinced. The game progressed, clothes were won or lost, drinks consumed and lots of k**ding, talking and giggling, just fun and deep down I liked their appreciative looks.
Abruptly I realized my tits and nipples were very apparent through that transparent bra and those sheer panties did nothing to conceal my pussy hair, the only clothes I had left. The men were in various stages of undress were happily enjoying the view of me and Brenda also scantily clad. When Brenda lost and forfeited her panties the two of us decided to quit, but were convinced to a final hand.
While it was being dealt I was aware two white men and Randy, my black sales team leader were naked sporting wet, twitching hardons. Randy noticed me glancing his 9 or 10 inch long throbbing hard-on that seemed thicker than my forearm and moved so close to me that when I reached for my card, my arm hit his pre-come covered cock. I was getting wet and horny and decided I must leave immediately. My husband and I had watched some interracial videos and I doubted the size of black cocks, but now wondered how that cock would feel inside me.
I was amazed by my first cards 3 jacks, an ace and 10. Discarding the ace I drew a 10 and announced a raise. I knew they thought I was bluffing when Robert said, double or nothing, all your clothes and a few minutes of playing? I looked again at my full house and agreed. I slowly laid my cards, one at a time on the table and Robert (another black man) said, “Wow, your weren’t bluffing!” and laid down a 3, then a second, and third and finally with a flourish a 4th fucking 3! They all demanded we strip off our meager clothes and add to the pile. Brenda and I stood naked a few minutes for the several guys to enjoy.
Ignoring the complaints and groans, I reached for my clothes but my bra slipped landing on Randy’s hard-on. I waited for him to hand it back when he told me, “Barb, your bra is starting to get wet, you best grab it.” and grinned. I carefully reached for my bra as they all watched closely when someone yelled out, “HOLY FUCK, check out the TV”. When we all whipped around to look, my hand grabbed right around that hard hot cock and Randy’s instantly yanked the bra away and clamped my hand around it. The damn TV wasn’t even on.
“Close your hand, Barb, and stroke me, please”, Randy whispered squeezing my fingers around his big black bare cock and slowly moved my hand up and down on it. My finger didn’t reach around it but I couldn’t take my eyes off my hand. Minutes later I realized I was stroking his cock and his hand was gone. He was gently and slowly pushing my head toward that glistening black cock, I remember him saying. “Make me come, help relieve the tension in my nuts; I want to come on your beautiful face.” My lips brushed against it, I licked his pre-come up and my mouth engulfing his cock. Brenda guided my head up and down timing it to my pumping hand. As I sucked that black cock, I was pulled to my feet; fingers were probing at my very wet pussy and he said “Damn, you are wet and ready” then slipped a finger into my pussy. The finger withdrew and something much bigger and harder was probing at my cunt lips. I let out a moan, and tried to lift my head to tell the cock owner no, but Randy was controlling it up and down urging me to suck his cock faster and faster. I kept jerking and sucking him faster and harder and kept trying to tell them to get out of my accommodating pussy as the large cock slowly sawed in and out going deeper with each move. Slowly as that cock stretched my pussy, I felt an orgasm building in me and knew right then that cock owned me. Randy’s cock seemed to be swelling and pulsating, I knew he was going to come in my mouth. I experienced a huge orgasm, Randy forced his cock almost into my throat as thick ropes of semen erupted, forcing me to swallow or choke. At the same time, I felt the cock in my pussy hit bottom and his balls slap on my clit. A few seconds after the last spurt of a dozen or more blasted into my throat, Randy released my head but kept me bent over. I could not swallow all the sperm he had and it oozed out of my lips, drooling down my chin onto his nuts. My cunt was being fucked hard and gasping for breath, I looked back between my legs and saw naked black legs and a black nut sack slapping my clit as he fucked my little white pussy. I was really too far into it now to stop, in fact I realized that I was bouncing back meeting his black cock as he thrust into me. He made me come two or three times before I realized that he did not have a rubber on and I had to cry out to him, “OH, GOD! PLEASE DON’T COME IN ME, I AM FERTILE, OVULATING! PLEASE DON’T!”
When I said that he suddenly stopped moving and asked “Really?” then I sighed in relief as Robert pulled his big cock out of me. The relief was short lived as he led me to the bed and pushed onto my back. He moved between my spreading legs and his glorious big black cock slammed back into my hair covered pussy.
I knew then my now weak protests were futile, I was going to receive a huge load of fertile black cum. He was talking softly; I remember only the gist of it like: “Oh Barbie your pussy is so tight; I bet you can feel every vein in my cock.” (I knew I nodded at that.) “Imagine feeling my prick swelling and throbbing and spurting inside you. Tell me you want to feel me come inside you.”(“NO!” I know I moaned.”) God you are tight, tell me to come in you.” Suddenly I realized I did want him to come inside my cunt. He groaned in my ear, “Oh please let me to come in you; I got a gallon of cum for you and can't pull out. I am three strokes from knocking you up.” Suddenly I heard myself crying out “Oh God, yes, come in me, YES, knock me up!” and my legs went straight out to the sides.
Robert suddenly thrust hard and deep into my young married cunt, his semen blasting deep inside me. It may have been the martinis or my highly aroused sexual frenzy, but I could imagine his sperm fertilize me.
As Robert rested inside me, I heard someone say, I am next. Robert got off me and another black man mounted me. As he came down on me, I grabbed Donald’s hard cock and 10 inches or more of black cock slid deep into me. I came instantly. As Donald fucked me, I listened to Robert telling the guys how my cunt felt and it got me hotter. Then Donald came deep in me and Terry was sliding into my sperm filled cunt. I looked at Randy and told him he started this, so he better get hard again and “come in my cunt instead of my mouth”. He grinned and I saw he was erect again. Before he got his turn at me though, I was fucked by Lou, the lead salesman and Chuck, another white guy. I could feel river of cum running down my ass. As the Randy finally came inside me, Brenda told me I needed cleaning and then she licked and sucked up most if not all that sperm. When she smilingly finished, telling me she was a true cum slut. I remember seeing her on hands and knees while getting fucked also.
I was exhausted and fell asleep right there. The next morning I was woke up to my tits and pussy being fondled, then Robert, whose bed I was in fucked another black come load into me. Donald joined me and fucked me in the shower. I found my clothes, went to my room and took another shower to rinse my pussy. I admitted to Brenda “God I enjoyed that fucking and them coming in me! I am not even sore or feel guilty and certain my husband will be ecstatic (if I tell him) I got gang fucked. “
Although I had not initiated it I didn’t resist or try stopping them either, in a way decided that maybe my clothing and stripping at poker would be unfair to them. I also knew my husband would love the story that several guys came in me and some twice, but hoped he would not find out. Brenda assured me that the men would absolutely keep the secret. Then she told me, “You probably shouldn’t have said you’re fertile, it made them eager to knock you up, especially the black men.” and said she was too busy to count how many loads I took.
Over breakfast the guys politely greeted us and acted normal, definitely keep the secret; no one pointed fingers or whispered about “the slut”. As the day passed, the guys did their best to assure me they knew I certainly did not instigate it, it just happened. Over mid-afternoon cocktails they forced the conversation to it and I was very surprised that their opinion did not changed; I was not a slut to be used by all. They finally got me talking and I agreed that I “seemed to really have gotten into it, telling everyone they could come in you”. We spent a bit of time discussing my “gangbang”. It was not planned but because I didn’t seem to be really opposed, it happened. Here I had to admit I did sort of like it. Soon they asked if I would be into another “party” but (dumbly) blurted “Not fucking today” getting laughs from them.
On the arrival day I had signed up for an all-day fishing excursion on the Gulf and so did some of these guys. I like to fish and thought about getting some sun on the boat also. The talk soon went to the fishing trip and a few comments about being in the sun and offshore. They suggested that if I forgot my bikini, they would not object to applying sun lotion for me. Some minutes later I told them if I did that “I bet the only place to be exposed to the sun would be half of my thighs because you guys would be on top of me most of the time!” and they agreed.
I emphasized I would bring my bikini, groans, and saying I had stuff to do and left. Glancing back, they were grinning at me and flashed me a thumbs up: I smiled back and stepped into the elevator. The fishing trip is the next adventure and I was certain another gang bang awaited me. But I wanted a smaller, sheerer, more erotic swim suit.
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