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68/75: Special Request
Name: Uncle Toot #23 @13455
Date: Fri Apr 15, 1994 15:39:23
From: WWIVnet - Sex World [314-423-9667] 
Loc : Missouri

Well I suppose this had happened to me before.  You know, having some gal come
Besides, Sally isn't the type of woman you picture out scouting for hot times e
Don't misunderstand, Sally is attractive enough, particularly this day.  She ha
The conversation at lunch was difficult.  Sally spent the hour telling me about
As we made our way back to the office the whole conversation began to come toge
"I need some excitement Bill.  Something to liven up my life, my sex life reall
I was sure she wiggled her boobs a bit as she broke the question to get my inte
"How about your wife, dose she cheat----- well, er, play around I mean?"
My wife?  What the hell dose she have to do with this?  I began to worry she wo
"God, I hope not!  I mean I don't think so!"  I replied with righteous  caution
"Would she if she got a good offer, like you said?"  Sally pressed.
"Well ---I am not sure".  I said.  "Why".
"Don't get this wrong, don't get mad or something, but Joe talks about fucking
We had stopped in the lobby of our building and I was staring at her with a ver
"Joe has fixated on Peg.  When he is in bed with me, he talks about fucking her
"Why are you telling me this?  I would think Peg would be the one to consult wi
"I want you to arrange for Joe to fuck Peg!"  She said without hesitation.
"You want me to what?"  I said in shock.
"I want you to arrange for Joe to fuck Peg" she repeated.  "I want him to get o
"But I----, do you  ----, how?"  I stammered not knowing what to say.
"Look, I will do anything you ask.  You can fuck me anytime you want," Sally of
I was flabbergasted!  Stunned!  I thought Sally was coming on to me and now it
"If you are interested Bill, talk to Peg.  I will arrange for us to be alone an
With that Sally turned on her heel, stepped into a waiting elevator.  I followe
"Convince Peg to give Joe a go." She said almost in a whisper.  "And you can ha
She released my hand as the door opened and walked out into the office.
That was six weeks ago and the time in between then and now had been a blur.  I
Suprised Peg hadn't said no immediately when I told her,  we had talked about S
"Do you want to fuck Sally?" she asked.  "Do you want to fuck her more than me?
"Of course not!" I replied.
Peg raised her left leg and put her foot on the bed.  From this angle I couldn'
"You would like to see me screw Joe wouldn't you?" she asked.  Her fingers cont
"Think how it would look with a big cock instead of my fingers in this pussy!
As she said these things her fingers ( four of them now ) moved in rhythm with
"Oh yes" I said as I began to push my fingers into her pussy.
"Will you fuck me after Joe's big fat cock has stretched my pussy and filled it
"Yes, Yes, anything you want!" I whispered.
She pushed my hand away and using her fingers she spread her now swollen  vagin
"Suck me." pat demanded.  "Suck his cum out of my pussy,  Suck it!"
As I leaned over to comply Peg took hold of my cock for the first time that eve
As she did she said "Suck me clean then I will let you fuck me too."
She did.  And a grand fuck it was too.  I hadn't been that hard in a long time
She sat on my lap with my cock buried up her cunt for about two hours talking a
Ah, but I digress.
Other bouts of fine sex had passed between Peg and I since that night and I had
I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Joe's assistant leaving while holdi
"Hello all!"  Sally said as she walked past me.  "Starting so soon?"
Realizing that the brown lump was a pair of panty hose I spun around to see wha
"We better get going." I stammered to Sally nervously in an attempt to regain m
"Could be!" Sally chuckled as she and Peg exchanged a knowing look.  "Come over
As night fell the view from the window had indeed gone to great and almost caug
"Anything you want, remember, I said anything you want, I will do.  What do you
"Want to watch them for a while?" she asked motioning over in Peg and Joe's dir
I turned to look and was stunned to see that Peg had backed up to a full sittin
Sally guided me to the couch and sat me down.  "Lets just watch for a while" sh
Sitting down now I couldn't see what Joe was doing behind the desk.  He would l
Joe sighed and said "wow they are as beautiful as I had imagined".  Taking one
"Yes, suck them, suck them" Peg replied as she arched her back to allow Joe bet
The scene on Joe's desk had so absorbed me that I had forgotten about Sally bes
Sally noticed me staring at her cunt and took my hand gently placing it on her
Joe continued to suck gently on Peg's exposed nipples, one side then the other.
The silence was deafening and continuous.  Aside from some slurping sounds and
Peg shattered the quiet with her movement off of the desk to stand next to Joe.
And it was too.  Eight inches long but maybe six or seven inches around.  At le
"I am going to suck on this until you can't stand it any longer.  Then I want y
Peg turned and looked at me and said "He is going to fuck me with this" as she
Peg led Joe around in front of the desk by his dick.  "Sit back while I suck th
Sally moved around a bit and whispered "let me see your cock, take it out, let
I took my fingers from her now sloppy wet cunt and stood to drop my pants.  Sal
Sally sat back down on the sofa and stretched out, arched out really, with her
Taking her mouth away from Joe's pleasure stick, Peg stood, dropped her skirt,
"Try me now, try me!" Sally pleaded from the sofa.  She was half sitting half l
Returning to the sofa I knelt down and began to lick Sally's cunt as I had just
I had not noticed until now how large her cunt hole was.  Many years of experie
Silence again descended on the office as the only noises to hear were low moans
Peg had led Joe to where I was, kneeling between Sally's legs, on the couch.  S
Saying this she bent slightly, reached between her legs and gently took the sha
"Do you see?" she ask me, "will it fit?"  Slowly, ever so slowly, she sat back
I cannot explain the sensations that flooded through me.  I could see my wife f
"Fuck him!" was all I could choke out as Peg slightly increased the insistence
Our eyes remained locked together as Sally guided my cock into her waiting puss
Leaning toward me Peg whispered "I love you!"  I replied "I love you!"  Our lip
We continued to kiss as the speed and insistence of our fucking motions began t
Finally, after what seemed hours, Peg pulled her tongue and lips from my mouth
Her eyes rolled and she made some gurgling noises as she came!  At the same tim
The surge of orgasmic seizures slowly abated, allowing us to disengage from our
We sat silent for several minutes.  "Was it what you expected" Peg asked?  "Yes
"Really how?" Peg asked quietly.
"It made me more in love with you and hotter for you than any thing else" I sai
"No, Sally said that if I wanted you to be interested more in me that this woul
"You two Planned this all along?" I asked incredulously!
"It was really her idea, I just went along with her!"  "I wasn't going to do it
I hesitated for several moments then had to ask "Did you enjoy that huge cock i
"To be honest, I did"!  "And you sure seemed to enjoy burying your face in Sall
"Yes I enjoyed that too".  "You may not believe this but I was thinking about y
"Would you like it if my pussy was as big as hers?" she asked.
"I realized while we were fucking in there that I loved everything about you!"
"I love you!"
We held each other and kissed long and hard.  Neither of us wanted to let go of
Finally I said, "lets go home!"
We drove in silence for several blocks until we were stopped by a light.
"Are you?" I asked.
"Am I what?" Peg said confused.
"Stretched out?"
"You tell me" Peg replied as she pulled up her skirt, spread her legs slightly,
"Yea, you are now at least!"  I said as a small droplet of Joe's cum dripped ou
The light changed but Peg did nothing to block my view of her beautiful wide op
"I know where there is a hotel room with our name on it if you would like to su
"And then refill it with some cum of my own!" I agreed, "Lets go!"
And we did!  And I did!  It was great!
We haven't repeated this night since and it has been three years.  Not that we
---
  SLMR 2.1  We all live in a yellow subroutine.
                              


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69/75: Cindy
Name: Quicksilver #2 @3316
Date: Sunday, April 17, 1994  10:10 am
From: WWIVnet - Rainbow Connection [303-427-2214] 
Loc : Colorado

Downloaded from a pay BBS, no copyright and no author.
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Cindy Johnson looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.
Everyone told her she was pretty, but she really didn't like
herself all that much.  Well, perhaps that wasn't entirely true.
Though she had only just turned 13, her body had developed quite
well.  Her boobs were on the small side, but at least they were
nice and firm.  She really liked their shape, and she knew that
some of the other girls in her class envied her for their
firmness.  Even without her bra they stuck out straight ahead.
Many of the other girls had boobs that sagged, and one girl even
had stretch marks.

Cindy finished drying herself, threw the towel in the hamper,
and returned to the mirror.  Looking at herself she gently
cupped her tits, feeling their firm weight in her hands.  Her
nipples were tiny, and she briefly squeezed them to make them
hard.  She always enjoyed playing with her nipples, and
especially felt good when she tweaked them.  How would it feel
to have a boy do that to her, she thought.  Perhaps she would
find out tonight.  Jack, one of the finest boys in her school,
was coming over to help her with some of her homework.  At least
that's what her mother thought.  Truth is that as soon as mom 
would leave for her weekly visit to her aunt Jack and Cindy 
would keep the promise they had made to each other: they would 
make out for hours!

Cindy looked at herself again.  She clasped her hands behind her 
head, which made her tits look larger.  Then she cupped her 
boobs again, and bend over slightly.  She liked the way her tits 
looked when they were hanging forward like that, and she made 
them jiggle a little.  Would she have the nerve to ever let Jack 
see her like this?  She wasn't sure.  She had never even had a 
guy touch her.  Wait - that wasn't entirely true.  One of her 
friends sometimes had playfully tickled her and would at times 
end up touching her breasts ever so briefly.  Though it would 
always be over her clothes, it felt kind of naughty to have him 
touch her there - and to be honest, it had also felt good.

She moved her hands down to her bush.  Boy, would those hairs 
never stop growing?  Her bush was larger and thicker than those 
of most of her classmates.  She kind of liked it, though.  She 
had heard that boys really like thick bushes...  That's kind of
weird, she thought.  She couldn't really understand what guys
liked about seeing a pussy.  She straighthened up and spread her
legs a bit.  Parting her hair, she looked at her pussy lips and
touched her clit.  Sometimes when she was all alone she would
start to touch herself - lightly at first, then rubbing her clit
harder.  It gave her the most incredible sensations.  Whenever 
she masturbated she also liked touching her own tits.  She would 
touch them ever so lightly, her fingers encircling her nipples 
until she finally found and squeezed them - sending hot flashes 
of pleasure through her young body.

She looked at the clock.  Almost seven.  Mom would leave in 
about half an hour, and Jack could be here any moment.  She was 
running late.  What would she wear tonight?  Jeans?  They were 
comfortable, but she decided that a skirt might be better.  It 
would be more natural for Jack to let his fingers walk up her 
legs than for her to first have to take off her jeans.  Bra?  
Sure.  She picked a pretty one that just barely covered her 
nipples.  It would be fun to feel Jack fumble with the closure.
She picked a large T-shirt to top it off...

They had been studying for half an hour before mom finally left.  
Cindy and Jack waited till they heard the car drive away, then 
closed their books, stood up, and hugged each other tightly.

"So," Jack said, "What do you want to do?"

"Well, let's do some more homework," Cindy teased.

"What??!!"

"Oh come on, stupid.  It was a joke.  I want to make out for the 
rest of the night," Cindy said,  and -throwing herself backwards
onto her bed - she added, "My body is yours."

Jack did not need a lot of encouragement.  He laid down next to 
his new friend, stroked her hair and then slowly moved his face 
closer to hers.  Seconds later, Cindy and Jack were kissing each 
other with full passion.

Cindy felt Jack's strong arm around her waist and she opened her 
mouth to encourage him to explore her with his tongue.  It felt 
wonderful.

And then it started to happen.  Cindy felt Jack's hand move 
slowly away from her waist.  He found the hem of her shirt and 
seconds later she felt his strong hand on the bare skin of her 
waist.  Ever so slowly it was moving up, closer to her tits.  
Cindy felt herself breath faster and faster.  Next she felt 
Jack's fingers touch the edge of her bra, then the bottom of 
her cup.  It tickled in the best way.

"You need to tell me if you don't want me to do this," Jack
whispered in her ear.

"That's OK," she answered. "I can't talk right now...."

By then Jack's fingers had found the top of her bra and were 
gently caressing the tops of her boobs.  Slowly, ever so slowly, 
his fingers moved back to the edge of her bra.  Once there, he 
traced the edge to her armpit, then back to her cleavage, and 
then he moved his finger underneath the lace.  At last he 
touched her nipple and gently squeezed it between his thumb and 
foreginger.  Cindy thought she would come right then and there.  
She had heard some girls could get an orgasm just by having 
their tits played with, and now she believed it.

Jack softly cupped her entire breast - something she really 
enjoyed.  He started to sit up and used his other hand to pull 
up her T-shirt so that he could see her bra-covered tits.  Cindy 
breathed hard.  No guy had ever seen her like this, and the 
tought of him seeing her boobs naked made her hornier than ever 
before.

Jack gently pulled Cindy up, embrassed her and started kissing 
her again.  Meanwhile her was fumbling with the clasp of her 
bra, and Cindy was surprised when he finally got it to unhook.  
Now it was going to happen, she thought.  A guy was going to see 
her boobs for the first time.  What would he think?

Slowly Jack pulled Cindy's T-shirt over her head.  Her bra was 
loose now, but the cups still covered her firm tits.  She looked 
at him.  His face was one big smile.  Then he took the shoulder 
bands of her bra and gently pulled them off her arms.  Cindy 
felt the bra fall away from her breast and she looked down at 
her exposed tits.  Her tiny nipples were heart with pleasure and 
her tits gently jiggled as Jack tickled the undersides of both 
her boobs.  That felt so good!

Suddenly Jack bent down and started to kiss her right nipple, 
sending another wave of pleasure through her boobs.  She knew 
that her pussy was very wet now, and wondered if Jack would be 
bold enough to try and touch her there.

"Cindy, you are so beautiful," Jack said.  His voice was gentle 
and manly at the same time.  "I've never had such as hard-on as 
I have now," he added.

Cindy startled.  It was her turn to do some exploring.  She had 
not really looked forward to that part of the evening.  After 
all, she did not really like the way a cock looked.  And how 
would it feel?

Jack was already taking off his jeans, and then - standing up - 
he simply removed his shorts.  Cindy drew a sharp breath.  
Jack's cock was large and stood almost straight up.  The skin at 
the tip was not circumcised - as she had seen in some books, but 
the head was peaking out.  His balls and the base of his cock 
were covered with long, curly hair.

Jack laid back down on the bed, and Cindy did not quite know 
what to do.  Should she just grab it, or what?  She decided that 
it was best to take a slower approach.  Gently she stroked the 
inside of his legs, which caused Jack to start breathing heavier 
right away.

"That feels real good," he said.

Cindy said nothing back, but moved her fingers closer and closer 
to her friends' balls.  All the while, his cock seemed to have a 
life of its own.  It moved all by itself, sometimes got a little 
smaller, and then all of a sudden become much harder and bigger 
again.

Cindy gently felt Jack's balls.  She tried to weigh them in her 
hands and squeezed them a little.  That did not feel good, Jack 
said.  Oh well, live and learn.  Then she moved her fingers onto 
the shaft.  With the tips of her fingers she moved all the way 
to the tip, and then held the cock full in her hand.  She could 
feel how hard it was and she imagined what it would feel like to 
have this cock inside of her.  If her own fingers felt good 
inside her vagina, then surely something this big would feel 
much better.  Would it even fit?

"Do you think you'd like to kiss it?" Jack asked.

"No, not right now.  Later, perhaps, but I just don't think I'm 
ready for that.  I would like to jack you off, though."

"Oh that would be great.  Do you know how to do it?"

"Yes, I just move my hand up and down right?"

"That's mostly it.  With your other hand your could gently cup 
my nuts, and as long as you remember to change the speed and how 
much you squeeze from time to time you'll be a pro real soon."

Cindy started slowly.  It was kind of interesting to see the 
skin move over the head.  Soon she got the hang of it, and 
within minutes Jack warned her that he was going to come.  She 
continued pumping him and all of a sudden his sperm was shooting 
out, hitting his body, her pillow and her arm!

Jack looked exhausted, but he had a real big smile on his face.

After Jack had taken a shower he came back into Cindy's room to 
find her still topless.  They hugged each other, and Cindy took 
the opportunity to let her hands roam over his tight butt.  Jack 
took the que and touched Cindy's firm bottoms in turn.  A while 
later she felt him slowly raise her skirt.  Again her breathing 
became heavier.  Jack slowly squatted, bringing his eyes level 
with her skirt.  Then his hands moved underneath and she felt 
him pull at the hem of her panties.  Slowly he pulled them down, 
till they were all the way on the floor.  She stepped out of 
them and Jack walked her over to her bed.  He instructed her 
to lay on her back, with her butt on the edge of her bed.  Then 
her raised her skirt.  "Nice bush," he said.  She felt his hands 
urge her legs apart and she drew in a sharp breath.  This was 
it.  She was exposing her pussy to a guy for the very first 
time.  She felt intensely embarrassed, and at the same time she 
felt so incredibly sexy that she was sure she could come right 
then and there.

Suddenly she felt Jack's breath between her legs.  Then his lips 
were kissing the inside of her left thigh, moving up slowly and 
surely.  She couldn't help but spread her legs even further.  
She had never felt so sexy in her life!  She felt Jack touch her 
pussy lips with the tip of his tongue and she wondered what he 
would think about her being so wet.  But there was no need to 
worry.  Suddenly she felt his finger on her other thigh, and 
soon he had one or two fingers burried deep within her vagina.  
Then Jack's tongue found her clit.  His touch sent a shockwave 
of pure pleasure through her entire body, and Cindy started 
pinching her own nipples out of sheer pleasure.  How could
anything feel this good?  What would feel better than this?

Jack moved his tongue lower and was now licking her cunt while 
his fingers played with her clit.  This was pure pleasure!

Thinking about her experiences that night, Cindy had no regrets.  
She had really enjoyed herself, and though they had not fucked - 
at her own request, they had done a lot.  She had not sucked his 
dick, either, but she knew she might want to do so sometime in 
the future.



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70/75: Fuck her #1
Name: Quicksilver #2 @3316
Date: Sunday, April 17, 1994  10:11 am
From: WWIVnet - Rainbow Connection [303-427-2214] 
Loc : Colorado

Downloaded from a pay BBS, no copyright.
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          Help For Those Who Want To Fuck My Wife.

                            by

                         PAN HANDLE


     A lot of men admire my wife, hell, more than that
really, most men desire her.  And well they should.  She's
that rarest of women, totally free, and completely
independent.  I am married to her, but I don't own her.  Nor
would I ever attempt to restrict her feelings or needs.  I'm
writing this to explain to the many would-be suitors just how
to go about getting her to do to you what she does
best...make you come!

     I guess I should begin with a physical description of my
wife.  She's 36 years old, just short of 5'6" tall.  Her
weight fluctuates between 120 and 125.  Her measurements are
38-22-36.  The 38 is a double D.  Starting at the top, she
has red hair, sometimes long, sometimes not, depending on how
she feels when she goes to the hairdresser.  Her hair is very
fine, very soft.  Red's not what she calls it, she calls it
very light auburn, but to me it's red.

     She has very fair skin.  Of course, when a black man is
pounding his dark cock into her pussy, her skins looks even
fairer.  Maybe that's why she enjoys fucking black men, maybe
they just make her look frailer, lighter, smaller.  She has
the prettiest green eyes you've ever looked into.  Her
eyelashes are very long, naturally, by the way.  She wears
very little makeup, unless she's doing it to appear slutty or
whorish.  Her back is flawless!  Not a blemish, not a mark!
And it tapers down to form a heart shaped ass.  From the
back, I swear she looks like an erotic painting.

     But, turning her around, you'll be struck with the full
ripeness of her breasts.  She seldom wears a bra.  She really
has no need for one.  Her breasts literally stick straight
out, defying all the laws of gravity.  And at the end of each
of those creamy ripe full tits is a perfect nipple, about the
size of a thirty-eight slug.  And almost as hard!  It drives
her crazy when someone takes the tip of his or her fingernail
and runs it into the ridges on her bullet nips.  I've
recently started using nipple clamps on them.  Should've done
that years ago!  She goes absolutely wild when I clamp down
on her extended nipples.  It's almost as if I'd turned a
sprocket on in her cunt.  Clamps on, pussy wet!

     Speaking of her pussy, it's a delight to look at, and an
absolute treat to fuck.  Many a man has told me that he
cannot believe how tight my wife's cunt is. No matter how
many men have pushed their way into my wife's pussy, it still
remains one of the tightest, hottest cunts I've ever fucked.
You'll see what I mean if you ever get the opportunity to
fuck her.  She usually trims her pubic area to the point that
it's really more like pubic down than pubic hair.  Recently,
she shaved it completely bare, for a special night we had a
few weeks ago, and as of right now, she's keeping it shaved
smooth.

     Her clit is something else.  Always easy to find, now,
without any covering for protection, it sticks out like a
baby penis.  She loves to have it sucked on, licked and
kissed.  I came home one afternoon this summer to find her
spread eagle, tied to all four corners of the bed, and laying
in a pool of her own come, mixed with the sperm of some kind
donor.  It seems the man in question had tied her up and
spent most of the afternoon just licking her clit, making her
come literally dozens of times.  He never did actually fuck
her.  She told me he started to, he was presenting his cock
in front of her drenched cunt, ready to screw her brains out,
but as soon as his cock touched her hot pussy, he exploded!
She says she called him a bastard for doing that, for coming
without fucking her, and as a retaliation, he'd left her tied
up.  She told me he said to her, "Fine, bitch.  See how your
husband likes finding you tied up like this.  Wish I could
stay to hear what you tell him about the cum I've left in
your bush!"

     What he didn't know was that my reaction was to lick her
clean and then fuck her myself.  Three times!

     But back to my description of my wife.  Her legs seem a
lot longer than they are.  I guess that's because she usually
ends up with them over the man's shoulders while he fucks
her.  They are slim, firm, and very fair in color.  Kristi
isn't one to spend a lot of time sunning herself.  She has
dainty little feet, and they have a very pronounced arch to
them, I'm sure as a result of wearing heels all the time.
Even her slippers have heels.  She's rather vain about her
legs, and feels that pumps tend to shape her calfs, as if
they need any more shape.

     So now you should have a pretty good idea of what she
looks like.  If I had to say she looked like "somebody", I
guess she's close in looks to Ann-Margaret, when Ann was
Kristi's age.  Yeah, I fuck a good looking woman.

     But there's more to a woman than how she looks.  We've
all seen good looking women who look fuckable, but wouldn't
give us a tumble.  That's another nice thing about my wife.
Almost anybody can fuck her if they know how to turn her on.
I've seen her fuck guys that haven't gotten lucky in the last
ten years, let alone ever had a woman like my wife.  And it's
not just a charity fuck, either.  Kristi won't fuck any man
that doesn't turn her on, but looks aren't the determining
factor.  Oddly enough, I've seen her turn down guys who could
have passed for movie stars, and ended up sucking the cock of
a guy who looked like he just graduated from Geek High!

     Before you can fuck my wife's pussy, you've got to fuck
her mind!  That's it pretty much in a nut shell.  She
responds to men with a sense of humor, to men who are well
read, men who can carry on a conversation.  Though she is a
professor in a major university, she's not hung up on the
brainy type.  A few weeks ago, I watched a man fuck her ass,
while he held on to her by her tits.  Trust me when I tell
you this, this guy was no rocket scientist.  He wasn't even
good looking.  But he treated her the way she needed to be
treated at that moment.  At that moment, she needed to be
fucked by a man who knew how to take her, knew how to make
her react to him.  It's ironic that he was ass fucking her.
He's a plumber.

     That's another interesting facet of my wife's
personality.  I've seen her suck the cock of a United States
Senator, many doctors, lawyers, and of course other teaching
professionals, as well as bikers, plumbers, gardeners, (I
don't think we've ever had a gardener that didn't soon find
out that one of his patches to tend was that patch between
her legs) as well as delivery boys, hitchhikers, and an
occasional man of the cloth.  In other words, she's an equal
opportunity fucker.  Color, race, religion, national origin,
and political leanings never keep my wife from enjoying any
man she wants.

     Some men can't understand how I can watch her fuck all
these guys.  And I can't explain it.  All I can tell you that
if you want to stick it in my wife's mouth, pussy or ass, I
won't interfere, and in most cases, I'll help.  I guess you
might say I believe in sharing.

     We didn't always swing.  In the beginning, I was like
most husbands, excited by my wife's intoxicating ways, proud
that men found my wife exciting to talk to, to dance with, to
cop quick feels on the dance floor.  But unlike other men, I
didn't feel any jealousy when someone came on to Kristi.  I
knew then, as I know now, that no one can take her away from
me, no one can fuck her better than I can, cause no one knows
her better than me.  I understand what makes her tick, what
heats her pussy past the boiling point.

     And I'm going to share some of those things with you
now.  Course, I'm not going to share all of them with you,
just some of them.  Why?  Because I want her to enjoy herself
and she can't if she can't find someone to play with.  Here
lately, she's really gotten off on compusex, but her one
complaint is that men on the other end of a computer screen
can't see her, can't decipher her body language to the point
that they know what she likes...what she needs.  So for the
next few minutes, I'm going to take you on a trip through
Kristiland.  Buckle up, boys and girls, cause when I'm
through, you'll know how to make my wife lift her skirt and
offer you her pussy...anywhere...and anytime!

                   Fucking her in public

     She's very fond of public fucking.  I don't mean in the
center court of the mall, (though she did that once, with a
security guard at three in the morning) but when I say public
fucking, I mean somewhere where she is vulnerable.  She
enjoys the idea of fucking or sucking a cock she's just met
in a place where she could be discovered.  For example, she
recently sat on a bench in the mall, her hands concealed by
her raincoat, and jacked off a man who was sitting there
waiting for his wife to finish shopping.  I knew what she was
doing.  I could see the almost motionless action of her hands
under the coat, and I could tell by the way the man was
struggling to not reveal his physical release that he was
coming on my wife's hand, under her coat.

     Just after I was sure he'd come in my wife's hand, I saw
her lean toward him and whisper something in his ear.  Then I
saw a panicked look cross his face, as his hands dove under
the coat with my wife's.  I asked her what she had said to
him to cause such a reaction, and she told me.

     "I had his cock outside his pants, and had just milked
it for all it had.  What I said to him was, 'Sweetie, in
three seconds I'm going to stand up, and take my coat with
me.'  He realized he'd be sitting there with his dick
sticking straight into the air, and he was scrambling to put
it back in his pants before I stood up."

     He must have succeeded, because when he got up, he
looked pretty normal to me.  Of course, she had come dripping
from her hand.  We walked toward the restroom, her right hand
at her side, obvious to anyone who looked at it that the
substance covering it could only be one thing!  She wasn't
through yet.  When we got to the rest room area, there was a
door to the women's room and a door to the men's room.
Without missing a beat, she walked right into the men's room,
and washed her hands in there.  I still hung back a bit,
watching her from about twenty feet.  When she went in the
men's room, I waited outside the door for about three
minutes.

     I knew she'd had plenty of time to wash her hands, so
something else must have detained her.  Finally, my curiosity
had become aroused, (as well as my cock) and I walked into
the restroom she'd entered.  I knew the minute I opened the
door what was happening.  As I rounded the corner to the area
that the urinals are in, I heard someone saying, "That's it,
bitch!  Suck it all!"  I knew my darling was at it again!
And I was right.  I found my wife, on her knees, with a cock
in her mouth, sucking as if she'd just discovered dicks.
Standing next to the man who was receiving a great blow job
was his friend, his cock also out, and rubbing it against my
wife's left cheek, as if to hurry her along, as if to remind
her that his cock needed attention also.

     The man waiting his turn looked at me, and back down at
my wife as she sucked the other man's cock with obvious
urgency.  He didn't know what to say, and of course, he had
no way of knowing that was my wife he was rubbing his cock
against.  I just shrugged my shoulder and walked over to the
urinal, as if I'd come in to take a piss.  Of course, with
the hard on I was sporting, what with the combination of
knowing she'd just jacked a guy off, and now, watching her
sucking this stranger's cock, with another waiting, made
pissing impossible.  So after standing there a minute, and
listening over my shoulder to the man is my wife's mouth
start to groan, I turned, my cock still in my hand, and asked
the waiting man, "Is she your's, or can I have a turn too?"

     "She ain't mine, man.  I don't care what you do to her,
but my dick's next.  You can have her after me."

     I continued with my questioning as if I had no idea who
or why this knock out looking redhead was on the floor of a
men's restroom sucking cock.  I asked him another question.

     "Will she fuck me...or is she strictly a cocksucker?"

     "Fuck man, I don't know.  I just finished taking a leak
and turned around and she was blowing this guy.  He told me I
could have her next.  You want her, wait your turn, and as
far as I'm concerned you can do whatever you want."

     I couldn't help myself.  I reached down to my wife's top
and undid the buttons on her shirt.  With the shirt open, her
tits were now visible to whoever wanted to look.  I commented
to the guy waiting his turn.

     "No sense keeping those hooters covered up.  She doesn't
seem to mind showing them off, does she?"

     "Fuck, man, I don't think this bitch cares who sees
what, or who does what.  I'm thinking of fucking her myself."

     At that moment, the guy in her mouth came, and as he
did, Kristi started swallowing.  Now I know my wife's
capacity for sucking cock and swallowing come.  She could
have easily handled this guy's discharge, but instead of
swallowing it all, she let some of it slide out the side of
her mouth, and drip down on her chest, sliding down her
breast, and finally stopping on her hard nipple.  She scooped
it up with her finger, and after releasing the stranger's
cock from her mouth, put the come coated finger in her mouth,
licking it lewdly in front to the three of us.

     Looking up, she spoke to no one in particular.  "Now,
who is it that want's to fuck me?"

     Suddenly the other guy lost his nerve.  His cock seemed
to shrivel right in his hand.  He looked at me and gestured
with a nod, "I think he said he wanted to fuck you, ma'am."
He meant me, of course.

     Standing up, Kristi didn't button her shirt.  Instead,
she lifted the front of her skirt, revealing her pantiless
pussy to the three of us.  Sliding her finger across her
clit, it was obvious to all of us that she was a bitch in
heat.  Looking at me, she asked, "You want some of this,
lover?  You want to put that big cock inside my hot little
pussy?"

     She reached over to me, taking my cock in her hand, and
led me to an empty stall, the one reserved for handicap
people.  She moved me toward the seat, and gently guided me
to a sitting position.  Turning her back to me, she lifted
the back of her skirt, and slowly sank down on my erect cock.
I felt the soft wetness of her heated cunt as it settled down
over my hard dick.  She did all this without closing the door
to the stall, and all under the watchful eyes of the other
two men.  As we developed a rhythm of fucking, she crooked
her finger at the other man, the man who was waiting his turn
to fuck her mouth.  "Come on over here, sweetie.  I can do
you while I fuck this guy.  Come on.  Bring that big cock to
Kristi!"

     He didn't need to be told twice.  As my cock sawed in
and out of my wife's pussy, the second man, the man who'd
told me he didn't care what I did with "the bitch," placed
his dick inside my wife's mouth.  He came before I did!
Within a few thrusts, he was pouring his come inside my
wife's mouth, and she swallowed every drop.  Knowing that
this was happening caused my own orgasm to begin.  As my
wife's cunt contracted around the base of my dick, I started
shooting my passion inside her pussy.  It was incredibly hot!
I had my hands on her tits, kneading them, making the nipples
stand out like little bullets, (hence the name, bullet nips)
and all the while, she was sucking another man's cock while
mine shot it's load inside her.

     After I was done, she stood back up, took a wad of paper
off the roll, and placed it between her legs.  Then she
withdrew a pair of panties from her purse and stepped into
them.  Still without speaking, she closed her shirt,
buttoning up about half the buttons.  She walked past the
three of us, her high heels clicking on the tile, and stopped
for a moment in front of the mirror, checking her makeup.
She took a tube of lipstick out of her purse, dabbed in on
her lips, lips that had already closed around two strange
dicks in the last fifteen minutes, and then, almost as an
afterthought, she used her lipstick to write something on the
mirror.  Closing her lipstick tube, she dropped it back in
her purse, and walked out the door, leaving the three of us
with our dicks outside our pants, standing (with me sitting)
in a public restroom.  I pulled my pants back up, tucking my
cock away for now, and started out the door.  I stopped only
long enough to read the note my wife had left on the mirror.
It read, "See you at home.  Thanks."

     So you see, one of the things she craves is excitement
mixed with danger.  In the second part of this little expose,
I'll tell you more about her need to be humiliated, to be
used, and how much she enjoys a man making her do things that
"nice girls" would do.



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                           Part II

                            by

                         PAN HANDLE



     In a previous story I started to explain the different
things men need to know in order to successfully fuck my
wife.  That story concentrated on the aspect of danger that
Kristi finds so exciting.  Now I want to explain how
humiliation plays a part in her sexual adventures.

     I should begin by explaining the nature of my wife.  She
is a very dominate woman, heads a very influential department
where she teaches, and is a strong factor in state politics.
She is anything but a wimp.  I have seen her win victories
over tough political adversaries, and have witnessed her ruin
the plans of men who thought she was merely an ordinary
woman.

     She is in short a woman to be reckoned with.  It is for
this reason that when it comes to her darker side, her sexual
needs often include domination by a man, or men, who treat
her as if she were nothing more than a common whore off the
streets.  I came to realize this need rather slowly in our
relationship, but once I grasped the depth of this passion, I
have learned to use it to our mutual satisfaction.


                       Kristi the Slave


     Very often, Kristi will make a wager with me, usually
over a sporting event, or an election.  Since neither of us
have any real need to pass money between us, after all,
what's mine is hers and what's hers is hers, there isn't any
real thrill in betting cash.  So instead of monetary wagers,
we bet slave hours.  A slave hour is an hour spent in total
slavery to the other.

     Hours can be accumulated.  For example, as I write this
story, Kristi owes me six slave hours, because of the Dallas-
Washington Football game.  Next week, I'll bet those six
hours against six more on the Buffalo game.  Sometimes we bet
even, sometimes we negotiate odds.  Now the kicker is this.
At anytime, anyplace, on any occasion, the person who is owed
the hours can demand payment, either in part or in full.  And
under no conditions can the debtor refuse to settle.  This is
the proviso that makes the slave hours so exciting.

     Some of the hottest things we've done are a direct
result of one of us collecting a slave hour.  Let me give you
an example.  Recently, Kristi lost twelve slave hours on a
bet over the Texas Rangers.  She already owed me thirty hours
from previous bets, bringing her up to forty-two slave hours.
I decided to clear the slate over a weekend.  We had to fly
to Miami for business, and I felt that weekend would do
nicely.  We no sooner checked into our hotel that I announced
my intention.  From that moment until our plane landed back
in Dallas, she would be my slave, for any sexual delight I
could think of.  She tried to protest, but knew there was no
point.  I had the time coming...and I wanted to spend it
then!

     As we checked into the hotel, I smiled to myself,
because even thinking about collecting on my slave time gave
my cock a new lease on life.  I didn't say anything to Kristi
as we rode the elevator to our floor, along with the bell
boy.  And indeed he was just a boy, not much older than
eighteen, if that.  I didn't say anything as the boy let us
into the room, and started opening the curtains, adjusting
the air and the other sundry things all bell hops do.  I
asked him to get some ice for us, and he of course said,
"Right away, sir."

     The instant he was out of the room, getting the ice for
me, I turned to Kristi and simply said, "Strip.  Now."

     There was no discussion.  She knew why I'd ordered her
to take off her clothes.  I didn't join her, but rather sat
down in one of the two chairs facing the front door of the
suite.  She was soon almost naked, standing there wearing her
heels, her hose, and her teddy.  Without hesitation, she
reached between her legs and released the snaps that held the
light blue teddy closed.  Once loosened, she lifted it off
her body, over her head.  At that moment, the bell boy
returned.  My wife was wearing only her high heels and her
stockings...no panties...and of course, no bra.  I ordered
her to freeze.  She stopped moving entirely.  If it wasn't
for her firm flesh and pink color, you might have thought she
was a mannequin.

     Of course most mannequins don't have hard nipples...or
wetness forming between their legs as Kristi did at that
moment.  I walked past her and opened the door.

     "Just put it on the dresser."  I said to the bellman.
He walked past me, and as incredible as it seems, almost
bumped into my wife, who's back was to him as he advanced
into the room.  His reaction to discovering her was almost
comical.  He did the perfect double take, looking at her,
looking away and then, as what he'd seen registered on his
mind, he jerked his head back and looked at her again.  By
this time he was standing within inches of her, and she
simply stood there, totally silent, and totally motionless.
Eyes open, she looked straight ahead.  I thought he'd
swallowed his tongue.

     "Something wrong?"  I asked him.

     "Oh, no.  No, sir.  I didn't mean to interrupt...I
mean...I didn't know she was fucked...a...naked...I...I...
ah..."

     "It's okay.  It's her way of relaxing.  She's put
herself in a trance.  She's not even aware you're in here."

     Of course that was a lie, but it seemed plausable at the
time.

     "You mean she's not conscious?"  He asked in a low
voice.

     "Well, not like we are right now," I replied.

     "Shit!  How'd she do that?"  Then as an afterthought, he
added, "Why'd she do that?"

     "Oh, you know how these women are."

     "She really doesn't know I'm here?"

     "Nope.  Want proof?  Touch her."

     "Touch her?"

     "Sure.  Go ahead.  Touch her."

     He was certainly the timid type.  Slowly he reached his
hand out, and gently pushed the skin on her forearm.  He
pulled back his hand and just looked bewildered.

     "I guess she can't tell I'm touching her.  I'll be
damned!"

     "You don't have to just touch her arm.  Feel of her.
You can touch her anywhere you want."

     He looked even more confused.

     "You don't care if I touch her...anywhere?"

     "Feel free."  No pun intended.

     Kristi played the part perfectly.  As the man reached
out again, this time to touch her breast, he gently ran his
finger across the top of her left breast.  Still not what I
had in mind.  Of course, Kristi's 38DD's are a bit
intimidating.  They are firm, yet soft.  They do not sag, nor
droop, but hang on her chest like proud medals of honor.

     "Feel her nipples," I suggested.

     "Her nipples?"

     "Her nipples," I repeated.  I started to tell him they
were at the end of her breasts, but I guess his hesitancy was
normal under the circumstances.

     Again his hand reached out and this time, he traced his
finger over the hard bullet shaped nipple that adorns my
wife's breast.  Taking a bolder stand, he began to twist it,
gently of course, and pull on it.  I watched my wife's face.
Nothing.  It was almost as if she really was in a trance!

     "Shit, mister, that feels so good!"  He was licking his
lips.  "Can I touch her...her..."

     I knew what he wanted.

     "Sure.  Go ahead!  She won't mind."

     He lowered his hand to the top of Kristi's bush.  I had
taken my seat in front of her, looking at her, as this shy
bell hop started to slide his finger down, into her closely
cropped pussy hair, closing in on her clitoris, which was
hard and visible to me even at five feet away.  His finger
ran across it, and in his inexperience, he didn't realize
what he'd touched.  I was watching her eyes, and could see a
momentary flicker of pleasure cross her face.  Kristi and I
have been married almost ten years.  I know her better than
anyone else, and I would gladly have bet the farm that her
pussy was already juicy and hot from the last few minutes of
exposure to this stranger.

     The man's hand found my wife's pussy, and he continued
to stroke it, to feel it's fullness, it's silky puffiness,
it's heat!

     "Shit!  She's hot!  You sure she can't feel any of
this?"

     "Not a thing.  Go ahead.  Feel it to your heart's
content.  I don't mind, and she certainly can't object."

     I wasn't sure just how far he'd go, but it didn't
matter.  I was prepared to let him have his way with her
body.  And I guess I underestimated him.  Without further
encouragement from me, I watched as his hand continued down
her pussy, rounding under it and then, watched as he ran his
finger inside her!  I thought the jig would be up now.  But
drawing from a reserve of control I didn't know she
possessed, I watched my wife stand in front of the man who
was poking her pussy with his middle finger, and look
straight ahead, not acknowledge his intrusion into her cunt.

     The boy pulled his finger out of her, and even from
where I was sitting, I could see it was coated with my wife's
pussy juice.  He raised his finger to his nose, and inhaled
deeply.  I expected him to lick it clean, but instead, he
smeared it over her now straining nipple, using the same
motion you'd use if you were trying to get the last bit of
paint out of a brush.

     "She's so wet.  Is she always like that?"

     "Yeah, most of the time.  Sorry she's in an upright
position, or I'd let you fuck her."

     "Really?  You'd let me fuck her?"

     "Sure.  What's the harm?  She'd never know."

     "Shit.  I'm so fucking hard!  I'd give anything to come
in her."

     I thought about what he'd said.  But there was no way he
could get his cock inside her in this position.  I looked at
her eyes, and I could see that she was hot, but determined to
play the part to the end.

     "Tell you what.  Let's move her to the bed.  If she
wakes up, you scoot out the door pronto, but if she stays in
her trance, you can fuck her.  Want to try?"

     "Fuck yes.  How do we move her?"

     "Just let me do it."  With that, I picked her up and
carried her to the edge of the bed.  I laid her down, and
scooted her up on the mattress.  As I laid her down, my head
against hers, I felt her tongue flick out of her mouth and
lick the inside of my ear.  She'd done it so quickly, I knew
the other man didn't see it, but I felt it, and knew she was
okay with this charade.

     I spread my wife's legs wide, and lifted them into a
bent position.  While I had her in this position, I dipped my
finger inside her cunt.  Judging from the degree of moisture
and heat I encountered, I knew she was definitely receptive
to a hard fucking now.

     "There you go.  She's ready for it."

     "You mean ready for me to fuck her?"

     "Yeah.  Go ahead.  Put it in her."

     "Now?  In front of you?"

     "Of course in front of me.  You don't think I would
leave my wife alone at a time like this, do you?"

     "Well, no, but...I've never...I don't know if I..."

     "Hey, pal, it's up to you.  You want to fuck her...go
ahead.  If you don't, move over, cause I think I will."

     With that, I started to unbuckle my own pants.  Dropping
them to the floor, the bellman was faced with an instant
decision.  Either he was going to fuck my wife while I
watched, or I would fuck her while he watched.  I didn't care
which, and I knew Kristi didn't either.  She was waiting for
a hard cock to push inside her pussy.  The bell boy looked
once more at me and said, "No, I'll do it."

     He had his pants open, and his hard cock sticking
straight out.  Working it a few times in his hands, he closed
the few inches between his cock head and my wife's open
pussy, and without fanfare, started pushing what I judged to
be his eight inch hard cock inside her.  She gasped once as
he entered her, and he froze in her tracks when she did that.

     "Is she waking up?"

     "No, she's just responding to your cock.  Go ahead, fuck
her!"

     He needed no further encouragement.  He worked his cock
inside her cunt, pushing in, pulling out, faster and deeper.
I watched as my wife's pussy sucked at this strange boy's
cock meat, slicking the shaft with her love juice, until it
was his turn to freeze.  Pushing his cock as far as he could
inside my wife's cunt, he released his load deep in her
pussy!  As he convulsed time after time, squirting his love
juice inside her, I could see her beginning to feel the
sexual tension he was releasing inside her cunt.  Her toes
were curling and her arms became rigid, and I knew she was
stiffling her own climax.  Almost as soon as he had pumped
his load inside her body, the kid withdrew his cock from my
wife's pussy.

     "FUCK!  She's tight!  She's a great fuck!  You're a
lucky guy!"

     "Thanks, and I'm sure she'd thank you if she could.  But
you'd better get dressed before she wakes up."

     "What about her pussy?  You want me to clean it up?
She's going to know she got fucked.  I left a lot of stuff in
her."

     That was an understatement.  As we stood there, my
wife's legs still in the position I'd arranged them, we both
watched as his cum started to leak out of her pussy hole.

     "Don't worry.  I'll tell her I fucked her."

     "Good thinking."

     He was dressed and out the door before I remembered I
hadn't tipped him.  Well, no matter.  I'm sure he didn't
mind.  As the door closed behind him, I looked back at my
wife's naked body.  She still hadn't moved.  What a good
slave.  I had told her to freeze, and she had.  And she
wouldn't move till I told her she could.  Well, there was no
sense in wasting a perfectly good pussy.  And I was awfully
hard after watching the other man fuck her.  Walking over to
her as she laid on the bed, I crawled between her legs and
pushed my cock inside her slick, just fucked hot juicy pussy.
Then I said the words that guaranteed my own orgasm.  I said,
"Fuck me."

     And she did!

     The rest of the weekend was spent in similar situations,
with my wife never knowing when or where I'd give her body to
a total stranger to fuck and use however I saw fit.  The bell
boy, by the way, happened to be on the elevator later that
night when Kristi and I were both riding it to the lobby.  He
smiled at her, and she at him, but if you hadn't been inside
our room that afternoon, you'd never have known this boy had
sprayed the inside of my wife's cunt with his hot jism.  And
she never let on that even she knew about it.  What a great
fuck she is!

     In the next episode, I'll show you how Kristi is able to
use slave hours that she wins to humiliate me as well as get
herself off!



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                           Fuck Her

                           Part III

                              by

                          Pan Handle


     In the last two stories, I told you some of the things
that turns my wife on, and how I use those things to fuck her
whenever and wherever I wish.  A lot of men envy me, saying
that their wives won't fulfill any fantasies for them, yet
Kristi seems intent on seeing me totally happy.  Well,
that's true, but there's another side to this arrangement as
well, and this episode of the Fuck Her series is dedicated to
that aspect.

     Sometimes it's not always me who gets to call the shots.

     As I mentioned in the previous episode, Kristi and I are
inclined to make wagers between ourselves, wagers which do
not involve money.  We bet slave hours, that is to say, we
will bet three slave hours on a football game, or a hockey
event, and the loser will pay the bet off by being a total
slave for however many hours she (or he) has lost.  This
slavery is redeemable in any form of sexual activity the
winner chooses, and often it involves humiliation and
degradation, such as the time I ordered Kristi to show her
pussy to a woman in an elevator, or to ask a carriage driver
in New York if she could touch his horse's cock.

     But sometimes it works the other way.  Sometimes it's me
who has to pay off the debt.  About four weeks ago, such a
situation came to pass.  I'd wagered (badly) on the outcome
of a football game, and owed Kristi eight slave hours.  The
game was over by six that evening, and she said she wanted to
collect that night.  A deals a deal...so I agreed.

     It started off simple enough.  She told me to shower and
get dressed to go out.  She told me what to wear, which
shirt, which pair of slacks.  (I should have been suspicious
when she specified my navy colored briefs and tan dockers.)
I was ready to go in about a half hour.  She hadn't wasted
the time either, because when I called for her to come down
stairs, I was pleasantly surprised by how she was dressed as
well.

     Kristi had changed into a silk dress I'd bought her in
Europe.  It was French cut, very stylish, but at least one
size to small.  Her regular size is a 7-8.  this was a 5-6.
But it fit her very well.  In fact, so well did it cover her
body, that every aspect of her very hot figure was accented,
including her 38DD breasts.  She was wearing nothing under
the dress, except a pair of thigh high stockings.  I wasn't
sure, but it almost seemed like I could make out the shape of
her pussy from the way she stood on the stairwell.

     It was obvious that I was impressed with what I was
looking at.

     "You like?", she asked turning half way around.

     "I like a lot!"  I answered.

     "I decided not to wear a bra tonight.  It's so nice out,
and this dress is so tight!  Can you tell I'm braless?"

     "No, not really," I lied.

     "Oh.  Well..." with that she moved her hands to cover
her breasts and squeezed her two nipples through the fabric.
They immediately responded by growing another half inch in
length.  "How about now?"

     It was incredible.  She'd made her nipples poke out to
such an obvious degree that a dead blind man would have taken
notice of them.

     "Yes.  Now I can tell you're braless."

     "Are you wearing the navy underwear I told you to wear?"

     "Yeah.  Ya wanna see 'em?"

     She came down the stairs without a word, and I swear,
she seemed to float over to me.  Without speaking, she cupped
her palm and rubbed it across my crotch area.  My hard cock
instantly sprang to attention.  For the moment, I thought
perhaps I was about to get one of her world famous blow jobs.
But that wasn't the case.  Instead she merely continued to
jerk my dick through the fabric of my pants.  I could feel
myself getting very excited.

     As suddenly as she started, she stopped.  "It wouldn't
do for you to come just yet, would it, sweetie?  I have a
special surprise for you tonight."

     Somehow the idea that she'd been planning something
didn't seem to make me feel any better.  The last time we'd
had an evening of debt paying it had been her who paid, and I
was the collector.  I must admit I made her do some pretty
outrageous things that night, and now it was pay back time.
I could be in a world of hurt.

     As we walked to the car, Kristi tapped me on the
shoulder.  "I'll drive."  It was her night, what could I say.

     "Okay," was my only answer.

     Once we were backing out the drive, she looked at her
watch.

     "Seven O'clock.  You're mine till three in the morning.
Try to remember that."

     "I'll remember."

     "I'll remember, Ma'am!"

     I was starting to get the drift of how this evening
would be.  "I'll remember, Ma'am," I repeated softly.


                              ii

     Kristi handled her German convertible like she handles
everything else, with confidence and skill.  As we tooled
down the interstate that connects our city with the place we
were going, I marveled at the absolute beauty and grace my
wife possesses.  She's a natural red-head, both above and
below the waist.  Her figure is every bit as good now as it
was when we met ten years ago, and if it's possible, she
looks even younger than her thirty-six years would expect.
She's well educated, very witty, and very exciting.  I cannot
imagine a more vibrant, sexier wrench than my wife.

     I hadn't said a word since the initial exchange on the
driveway.  I knew the mood she was trying to maintain, and
didn't want to do anything to put a damper on it.  I waited
for her to resume the conversation.  Finally, she did.

     "Is your cock hard?"

     "Right now, Ma'am?"

     "Of course, right now."

     "No, Ma'am."

     She didn't reply.  Instead she pulled the car out of the
right hand lane into the fast lane and sped up.  Within
seconds she was approaching a semi-truck.  As we pulled along
side it, Kristi slipped her dress higher up her legs,
exposing the skin above her thigh highs.  I watched as she
unbuttoned the top of her dress, loosening three buttons, and
exposing her breasts almost to the nipples, which by now were
quite obviously erect.  So was my cock.  Watching my wife
prepare to expose herself to a truck driver was making me
very hard indeed.

     As she pulled along side his window, she spoke to me.
"Take out your cock."

     "Now?"

     "Of course, now!  Do it!"

     Within seconds, my zipper was down, and I was holding in
my hand the object of our mutual joy.  She pushed my hands
away from it, replacing it with her own right hand, stroking
it, making it as hard as steel!  As she came level with the
trucker, he looked out his window into the convertible next
to him and was rewarded with the view of my lovely red-headed
wife's nearly naked body, and her hand pumping my nine inch
cock with all the casualness of a mother petting her baby's
head.

     "He's watching me jack you off, you know."

     "Yes.  I know."

     Kristi dug her nails into the stiff flesh of my cock.
Dug them in HARD!

     "Did you forget who you're talking to?"

     Shit!  She really hurt me!  I responded quickly.  "I'm
sorry!  Yes, Ma'am.  I know, Ma'am!"

     She released her grip.  "That's better!  I won't have
you forgetting to address me properly.  You will be punished
if you forget again!"

     Fuck!  What was that if it wasn't punishment?  I made a
mental note not to forget to call her "Ma'am" again.

     She sped ahead of the trucker, leaving me with my
wilting cock outside my pants.  I didn't dare replace it
inside my trousers.  She hadn't told me to, and she was in no
mood to be fucked with.  I sat there, my cock exposed to the
entire world, and waited for her next order.  As we pulled
off the super slab, she pulled her dress back over her legs,
almost to the knees, and re-buttoned two of the three buttons
she had undone for the trucker.  We came to a stop at the
intersection.  She still hadn't told me I could hide my cock.
Then, without warning, she zipped her little two seater
inside a parking lot of where we were obviously going to have
dinner.

     "Put it back in your pants,"  was all she said as she
parked the car and got out without waiting for me to open her
door.  She was half-way across the parking lot before I could
catch up with her.  She'd managed to give herself the upper
hand merely by making me work to catch up with her.  What a
woman!

     The restaurant is called "Antonio's," and it specializes
in Italian cuisine.  We'd been there twice before, but it had
been at least a year since the last visit.  The place hadn't
changed a bit.  I found out later that Kristi had been there
a few weeks before, and that explained a lot, but I'll get to
that in a moment.

     We were seated in a nice quiet room, with only one other
table being occupied.  Our waitress was a tall, brunette
looking woman, probably Italian, and extremely well endowed.
Of course, with Kristi for a wife, I've long since stopped
looking for the perfect set of tits.  She has them, and that
ended my quest.  The waitress set the menus down in front of
us.  Kristi spoke immediately.

     "He doesn't need a menu.  I'll order for him."

     If the woman was surprised, she certainly didn't show
it.  Instead, she merely picked up the folder from in front
of me, and smiled at my wife.  "Yes, ma'am.  Would you care
for a drink before ordering?"

     "I'll have a dirty vodka martini...and bring him a...oh,
I don't know...something easy...something a sissy would
drink...bring him a pink lady."

     "Of course, ma'am."

     Before the waitress could turn to leave, however, Kristi
wanted to make sure I was humiliated sufficiently.  Without
looking at me, she merely said, "Is that alright with you?  I
mean...you do want a sissy drink, don't you?" I didn't want
to answer, but I knew better than to deprive her of this
moment of victory.

     "Yes, Ma'am.  That's what I want."

     "Why?"

     "Because that's what you want me to have, Ma'am."

     "That's a good little boy."

     I couldn't actually see the waitresses face, but I was
sure she was laughing at me as she walked away.

     Kristi told me to sit where I was, that she was going to
the bathroom, and that I should not talk to anyone till she
came back.  She picked up her purse and withdrew a fifty
dollar bill from inside her wallet, put her purse back on the
seat next to her, and got up.  I couldn't imagine what she
was going to do.  I watched as she walked out of the room,
and turned left, the same direction the waitress had turned
when she left to get our drinks.

     A few minutes passed, and finally the girl returned with
our libations.  Setting Kristi's drink in front of the seat
she'd occupied before leaving, she than placed my drink,
complete with a parasol and very elaborate garnishments, in
front of me.

     "Need anything else?"

     "No.  Thank you."

     As she left the table, Kristi was standing in the
doorway.

     "I told you not to talk to anyone."

     "I was only thanking her for bringing the drinks."

     "Then you did talk to her?"

     "Well...yes."

     "That's it!  You disobeyed me...and now you have
forgotten the proper way to address me!  You are not living
up the spirit of our arrangement!"

     "I'm sorry, Ma'am.  I'll make it up to you."

     "I'm sure you will...and you'll start right now."

     "Of course I will, Ma'am."

     "I want you to go into the bathroom and jerk off, right
now."

     I didn't wait for her to even finish her sentence.  I
started to get up and obey.  After all...it wasn't something
that was all that bad anyway.  Besides, after the fondling at
home, plus the little episode with the truck driver, not to
mention the humiliation in front of the waitress...I was
pretty hot already!

     "Wait!  I'm not done."

     I settled back down in my chair.  I had a sinking
feeling in the pit of my stomach.  This had seemed too easy.

     "I want you to take off your underwear when you go in
there, fold them into a rectangle, and I want you to come on
top of them.  I want three equal puddles of cum in a
triangular shape, and do not allow your cum to soak into the
fabric.  Bring the soiled briefs back to me immediately.  Do
you understand?"

     Well, I certainly comprehended, but I didn't understand.
She was so precise, so exact in her instructions.  I replied,
"Yes, Ma'am.  I understand."

     "I swear to you Phillip, if you fuck this up, I'll make
you eat your entire meal standing up with your dick hanging
outside your pants!"  I believed her.

     "Yes, ma'am."

     Looking at her watch, she added, "You have four
minutes.  Go!"

     I was in the restroom, my pants off, my underwear in my
hand, and pumping my cock in less than thirty seconds.
Ordinarily, it would take me much longer than the allotted
time to get my rocks off.  But as I indicated, Kristi had
worked me up to a fine pitch.  I realize now that the entire
evening was orchestrated for this one act, but at the time I
only was concentrating on making my cock shoot three nice
puddles of cum for my wife to inspect.

     I searched my mind for the right inspiration to
accompany this act...something from our past that would make
me shoot harder, and in greater quantity.  With a wife like
Kristi, one doesn't have to travel back far in one's memory
to call forth an erotic episode.  Quite the contrary, I found
myself rejecting scenario after scenario in my quest for the
perfect stroke story.  I thought about the places she's
sucked my cock, the public places, the buses, the trains, the
airplanes...about all the hotel lobbies, all the elevators,
all the sporting events.  I remembered the times I'd watched
a man poke his dick into my wife's mouth, her pussy, even her
ass hole, while I watched, stroking my own cock, as I was
doing even then, remembering...remembering.

     My mind settled on the time I was giving a speech in
Seattle.  I was on the podium, addressing two hundred of the
city's finest business men, and Kristi was in the audience,
sitting next to one of the city officials.  She was dressed
in a short skirt, and seemed to take an inordinate interest
in the man talking to her.  I continued speaking as I watched
my wife's hand slide along his inner thigh, and didn't miss a
beat as her hand cupped over his obviously hardening cock.

     Moment's later, she whispered something in his ear and
got up and walked out of the room.  Within seconds, he
followed her.  I continued giving my speech, hoping I was
making sense, knowing in my heart that at that very moment,
someone, a man whose name I didn't know, and for all I knew,
Kristi didn't know it either, that nameless man had
without doubt already worked his cock into my wife's pussy,
or her mouth!

     I continued speaking...unbearably long minutes passed,
when suddenly she reappeared at the back of the room.  She
walked back in, made her way to her seat on the front row,
and sat back down.  The other man wasn't back yet.  I
realized how silly I'd been to suspect she'd done anything.
Just as I had about convinced myself that I had been the
victim of an overactive imagination, my pretty wife smiled at
me, and opened her mouth slightly.  There was no mistaking
what I was looking at.  He mouth was full of cum!  She'd
sucked the man's cock until he shot in her mouth, and then
she'd saved the cum between her lips till she could show me.

     That was the first and only time I've ever had an orgasm
in front of two hundred men while speaking on the benefits of
modern technology.  I stopped speaking for a moment, and had
the good grace to cough, as if I'd stopped because I
swallowed something wrong.  Fortunately, I was standing
behind a podium, and fortunately, I'd been wearing a black
suit.  But to this day, that was one of my hottest memories
concerning Kristi.

     By the way...she didn't swallow his cum until after my
speech was over...and she could kiss me nicely.  A proper
kiss...in front of that room full of men...and pass some of
the stranger's cum into my mouth!

     I thought about that afternoon as my hand jacked my cock
furiously.  I felt the orgasm starting to build, and
suddenly, as if I were in my own home, my own room, I
released a huge load of my jism...as instructed, in three
puddles across the folded fabric of my underwear.  Oddly
enough, I'd not fully considered the logistics of what Kristi
had ordered until that moment.  My instructions were not to
allow the fabric to soak in the liquid, which meant that I'd
have to keep the briefs unfolded any further than they
already were.  As it stood then, I was holding a cloth
rectangle, about three inches by six inches, with three
puddles of liquid on it, and the nature of the liquid was
fairly obvious...at least to me.

     I squeezed the last of my come out of my now deflating
cock, and zipped up my pants.  There was no graceful way to
do what she'd asked.  Resigning myself to the worst, I opened
the stall door and exited the bathroom, walked down the hall,
passed several people milling about, and back into the
dining room.  To my relief, the other people that were there
didn't seem to pay any attention to me.  I quickly sat back
down across from my wife who was studying her watch.

     "Too bad.  Took you six minutes."

     "Look, I hurried.  I was done in the allotted time, but I
couldn't figure how to get them out of the bathroom and back
down here without being spotted."

     "Did I tell you to worry about being spotted?"

     "Well...no...but..."

     "Give them to me."

     I started to pass them to her under the table, but her
hands remained on top of the table cloth.  I knew what she
wanted me to do.  Looking around quickly at the room, I was
pretty sure I could pass them to her without being noticed.
I made my move.  What happened next was a blur of activity,
all orchestrated by my loving wife.  As I reached over the
table to hand her my cum soaked underbriefs, and she reached
up to take them, her left hand knocked over her drink, she
jumped back, (my underwear in her hand) and shrieked!  The
waitress had just re-entered the room, the people at the next
table looked over.

     Our waitress reached for a napkin to clean up the mess,
but my wife reached over to her first and said, "Here, use
this," handing the women my cum soaked underwear.  The
waitress took the garment, allowed it to unfold in full view
of the people at the next table, and then said in a very loud
voice, allowing everyone in the room to hear,

     "Oh, look at this.  Someone's come in these.  What a
mess!"

     My wife answered, also much louder than necessary, "Yes,
they're his.  He couldn't control himself, so he jacked off
in the restroom, like a teen age boy!  Look at how much he
came!"

     I was mortified.  The waitress just stood there, my
shorts in her hand, unfurled, with the cum I'd shot on them
obvious to anyone with half an eye.  Then Kristi added the
final blow.  Still in a stage whisper, she announced, "I'll
bet his cock is still hard!  Isn't it, dear?"

     Not only was it hard, but it was leaking cum at an
incredible rate.  And now I understood why she'd ordered me
to wear light pants.

     "Stand up, Phillip.  Let's see."

     I had no choice.  I stood, my cock making a pole of
obvious proportions in the front of my dockers, and in a
circumference twice the size of two silver dollars, a growing
wet spot appeared on the front of my pants.  The waitress
stared at me, (more specifically, at the wet spot on my
trousers, while my wife gathered her purse and started out
the door.  She stopped at the entrance to the room, and
turned to me,  "Are you coming, or are you just going to
stand there and continue to cum?"

     I briskly followed her out the door and to our car.  She
unlocked her side and got in.  While I stood in the parking
lot, my pants soaked with my cum, she sat in the car and
fixed her lipstick, as if nothing had happened.  I waited for
her to finish, knowing that this was part of my humiliation,
when she reached over and unlocked my side.

     As soon as I was inside the car, she turned to me and
said, "Unzip.  I want to taste you."

     I didn't need to be told twice.  I started to unbuckle
my pants, but her hand stopped me.

     "Just the zipper."

     I complied, and within seconds, her face was covering my
cock as it peeked out the zipper hole.  She sucked me like a
woman gone mad, and within seconds, my cock was in the throes
of yet another orgasm.  I swear, I must have pumped a pint of
come down her throat, and she swallowed every drop!  It
doesn't get any better than this, I remember thinking.  When
I was done, she pulled her mouth off of my now totally
deflated cock.  Her lipstick was a mess...and I absent
mindedly thought what a shame it was that she'd just put
fresh lipstick on.  And the very moment I thought that, my
mind raced to the undeniable fact that most of that lipstick
was now on the outside of my tan dockers.  Even that didn't
bother me till my precious little wife asked me for my
underwear.

     "I didn't stop to pick it up."

     "Oh."

     With that she started the car, put it into drive and
drove to the front door of the restaurant.  I knew what was
coming next.  As sweetly as she might have asked me to pass
her the sugar bowl, Kristi looked at me, and then at my
pants, now a combination of drying come and smeared lipstick
and smiled so nicely...and then said what I knew she'd
say...and my cock knew it too, it was already starting to get
hard..."I'll wait.  You run in and get 'em for me."

     "But, Kristi..."

     "Oh, it'll be okay."  She patted my leg like a mother
telling her child that school wasn't all that bad.  "Besides,
Wanda is expecting you."

     "Wanda?"

     "Our waitress.  Don't worry about a thing.  She's got
them for you, all you have to do is go get them."

     "And..." I knew there had to be more.

     "And nothing, sweetie.  Just walk in there, turn left,
walk into the woman's room and there they'll be.  Hanging on
the inside stall door."

     "And Wanda?"

     "Oh, I think you'll find her in there too.  Now hurry
along."

     The underwear was indeed where Kristi said it would be,
but what she hadn't told me was that Wanda would be using
them to take care of a little personal business of her own.
I still have those shorts, and sometime in the future, along
with the dockers, they are going to have to be washed!


                             iii


     The point of this whole story is to show you how complex
my wife's mind is.  She'd arranged this entire scenario,
right down to hiring the waitress to follow the script, and
the incredible part is she could anticipate my every move.
She knew how I would react, she knew how my cock would react.

     If and when you ever get the opportunity to fuck my
wife, remember this facet of her personality.  While she
makes a willing submissive, she can be one hell of a bitch
when it's her turn!



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Name: Quicksilver #2 @3316
Date: Sunday, April 17, 1994  10:12 am
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           Help For Those Who Want to Fuck My Wife

                             By

                         Pan Handle

                          Part Four


     This is the fourth of a series about my wife, Kristi.
If you've been following this series, or the others I've
written about her, you already know her pretty well.  But on
the off chance that this is your first contact with either
of us, I'll try to bring you up to speed.

     Kristi is 36 years old, in excellent shape, (38dd-25-36)
weighs around 120, is 5'5" tall, red hair, (both ends) green
eyes, freckles, and the face of an angel!  Oh, you want more
personal details?  Okay.  Her pussy is closely cropped, with
just the finest coating of light reddish hair coating her
cunt.  Her clit is very prominent, always in a state of
arousal.  Her breasts are smooth, milky white, with a few
freckles on them, and her nipples...I call them bullet nips,
because they are the size of a small bullet.

     Her nips are always hard, like they've just been rubbed
against the head of a hard dick.  They are very sensitive...
very responsive to the twisting of their rubbery ends by a
man's fingers.  She is capable of having an orgasm with
nipple manipulation only.  If you were just to play with my
wife's nipples...nothing else...within minutes, you would see
her pussy juices running down her legs.

     Oh, that's something else you should know about her.
she literally flows pussy juice when she's excited.  It is
impossible for her to hide that excitement, that sexual need
she generates...because there is no doubt about when she is
hot.  It is this generous flow of secretions that make it so
easy to fuck her ass, because flat on her back, her pussy
juices tend to run down between her legs and serve as a great
lubrication all the way to her asshole.  Yes, she enjoys
getting it up the ass as well.

     A lot of men tell me that they'd like to fuck her, to
stick their cocks in my wife's pussy, but lose their nerve
when the opportunity arises.  I've seen men who could talk a
great game, but when it comes to performance, they were
unable to maintain an erection in front of the two of us as
Kristi made herself available to the new man.  I think a lot
of that has to do with the fact that most men don't fuck
women in front of their husbands...but if a man really wants
to turn my wife on, that is what he must do...or at least be
willing to do it.

     Kristi and I don't cheat on each other.  It turns her
off for a man to whisper in her ear that he'd fuck her if she
can slip away from me.  In fact, that may well be the biggest
turn-off she faces.  It's kind of ironic, in a way, that a
woman who will spread her legs for almost any man who knows
how to finesse her, will clamp them shut the moment the other
man thinks he's going to pull one over on me.

     Kristi is very intelligent, well educated, having earned
her doctorate by the age of twenty-three.  In short, she has
it all...beauty, body, and brains!

     One of the most important thing to know about getting my
wife to perform for you, to get her to suck your cock or
expose herself for your pleasure is that you must take
control of her and her actions.  She will allow you to reduce
her to a cheap slut, one who will beg you to fuck her if you
can first humiliate her into that mode of thinking.

     Now I realize this may not be the first thing that would
come to your mind when setting about to seduce a woman,
especially one like my wife.  You might think that candy and
liquor are the ways to reduce her inhibitions...to impress
her.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  If you want
to fuck my wife...all you have to do is lead her, slowly at
first, and then with a great deal of authority, down the path
you want her to go.

     Note, I said with "authority."  This is not to be read
as "force."  You can't force her to do anything she doesn't
want to do.  But you can "guide" her into doing things that
most paid whores wouldn't even consider!  The key to all this
is simply and foremost, humiliation.

     I've heard her say to a man when he is first attempting
to seduce her that she couldn't do this or that, not right
then, not right there.  She'll say for example, "I might let
you see my breasts...when we know each other better...but not
now.  Besides, someone else might see them if I showed them
to you right now.  I know you understand...maybe later."

     And I've seen that poor bastard do what he thinks will
insure him of a piece of tail later by responding, "Sure, I
understand."

     Shit!  He didn't understand anything!  The right
response to her statement would have been, "I do understand,
but I really must insist.  Open your blouse and let me see
your breasts.  Right here, right now.  I want to see them
now."

     Knowing her as I do, her response would be along the
lines of "But someone might see us."

     The one reply you could give that would assure you that
the next thing you'd see her do would be a rapid unbuttoning
of her blouse would be, "I know, dear.  It can't be helped.
Now, open!"

     You'll be fondling my wife's tits within seconds.

     Let me give you an example.  Kristi and I were in a
lingerie shop in a mall in Houston recently.  One of our
favorite games is to go shopping for intimate apparel, and
for her to model it for me, right there, in the store.  If we
do this right, it will seem like an innocent thing, a wife
giving her husband a quick glimpse of what a particular
article of clothing will look like when she gets it home.
Often she'll put on a teddy, or a nightie of some sort, and
open the dressing room door, perhaps taking a step or two
outside and she'll sort of whisper my name, in a stage
whisper actually.

     "Phillip...do you like this?"

     Of course, I'm not the only person in the shop.  Other
men will turn when they hear a voice as laced with sexual
lust as hers is.  And they'll be rewarded with a quick
glimpse of my wife's incredible body, with some portion
exposed in such a way as most men would only get to see in
films or magazines.  Perhaps her breasts will be bare because
the item she's showing me is a pair of panties...and she has
nothing else on...or perhaps just the opposite...she may be
modeling a sexy bra for me, (she must own fifty bras...and
never wears one) while her close cropped pussy is totally
bare to the eyes of anyone who wishes to look.  She'll stand
like that for perhaps ten seconds, and then, as if she just
realized someone else was watching, she'll act embarrassed
and duck back into the changing room.

     Recently, when she did this, a rather distinguished
looking gentleman, greying hair and wearing a brown pin
stripped suit, was standing next to me, caught up in the
sudden "peek" show of my wife exhibiting a pair of thigh high
nylons...and nothing else covering her body.  When she
"suddenly" realized someone else was looking at her nakedness
in the bright lights of a mall store, she kind of gasped,
uttered a hurried, "Oh, excuse me!" and darted back to the
protection of the booth, closing the door behind her.  I
could sense the other man was very interested in what he'd
just witnessed, but didn't quite know how to capitalize on
his good fortune.

     At this point, a lot of men would have simply shuffled
off, taken the mental picture of my wife's glorious breasts,
naked pussy, and great ass with them, and headed for the
nearest restroom to jack off.  But not this chap.  To his
credit, he must have understood what was going on, and made
the instant decision to "play" along...and he did it in a
very creative manner.

     He turned to me and commented, "I hope you don't mind my
saying this, but you have a very beautiful lady."

     I resisted the temptation to use the old Henny Youngman
line, "That's no lady...that's my wife."  Instead I just
smiled and thanked him, while allowing him a little more of a
chance to get involved in what the two of us were doing.

     "Thank you.  She is quite lovely.  She gets a bit
carried away sometimes when trying on lingerie.  I think
she's a frustrated model at heart.  I think she enjoys other
men watching her."

     "And you don't mind that?"

     "No, I rather enjoy knowing my wife is desirable to
other men."

     "Well, I can assure you she is.  I don't mean to offend
you, but I found her very exciting."

     "Trust me, the only way you could offend me is to find
her less than attractive!"

     "So she's a frustrated model, eh?  Do you think she'd
like to model something for me?  I need to buy a gift for my
wife, and can't quite make up my mind."

     About that time, the door opened, and Kristi walked out
of the dressing room, fully dressed, with her selections in
her hand.  If she remembered the man I was talking to was the
same one who had moments before seen her in nothing except a
pair of stockings, she certainly didn't act like it.  Handing
me the stockings and a teddy, she kissed me on the cheek and
said, "Here...I think I'll take these."

     She smiled at the other man, the kind of smile most
women give a total stranger.  Nothing personal, just a
friendly acknowledgment of his presence.  She started to walk
away, toward another rack of clothing when I stopped her.

     "Kristi, this gentleman was just telling me about a
problem he was having picking out a present for his wife."

     "Oh," she said, looking at him again, "what kind of
problem?"

     "Well, actually, it's a bit embarrassing, but I'm not
sure what size she wears, and I'm not sure what exactly to
get her."

     "Is she bigger than me, or smaller?"  Kristi was getting
into this, and getting in rather quickly.

     "Actually, she's about your size, though not quite as...
not quite as...well, you know...on the top...she's a bit..."

     "Smaller?"  My wife offered?

     "Not really smaller, just not as...buoyant."

     What he was trying to say was that his wife's breasts
were sagging, while my wife's were firm...almost defying
gravity.  Kristi didn't miss the opportunity to begin her
game with him at this point.

     "You mean her breasts aren't as firm and proud as mine?
How do you know mine don't sag too?"

     "Well...earlier...when you..."

     "Oh, my goodness!  You mean when I was showing my
husband the hose...you were the man standing next to him?
Oh, I'm soooo embarrassed!  I didn't realize that was you!"

     "Oh, please...I didn't mean to embarrass you.  I just
meant to compare her to you...so you'd understand what kind
of figure I was trying to buy for.   Please don't be
embarrassed."

     I intervened at this point.  I knew full well that
Kristi was playing this poor guy.  She'd shown him her body,
completely naked but for a pair of hose, not five minutes
ago, and now was trying to convince him she'd not known it
was him.

     "He really does need some help making a selection.  Why
don't you model something for him?"

     "Well, I guess I could.  I mean...he's already seen
pretty much all of me anyway.  What have you got in mind?"

     "Well, I'm looking for something sexy...something she
normally wouldn't wear, but something she could wear under
her clothing...you know...something that would just tease me
and get her...you know...in the mood."

     "I know just the thing.  How about garters and hose?"

     "That might be nice."

     "Here, let me find a nice belt for you."  Kristi turned
and started shifting through a table covered with garter
belt sets.  She selected a red and black pair, and then
picked out a matching bra.  She handed her selections to the
gentleman, and said, "I'll bet she'll love these.  I think
you should buy them for her."

     He looked at me, and I gave him a look of encouragement,
which translated to "Go ahead...ask her."

     He took my lead.

     "I really hate to impose on you...but would you consider
modeling these for me...so I can get a better idea of what
they'd look like on her before I buy them?  If your husband
doesn't mind, that is."

     Kristi cocked her head just a bit, and I saw that
expression cross her face, the look that comes just before
the games begin.

     "Well, since it's for your wife...and if Phillip doesn't
care..."

     "Oh, I don't mind.  Go ahead Kris, model them for him."

     "Okay...I'll just go change real quick."

     And she was off.  The stranger and I just waited outside
the dressing room door, and made small talk, as if we were
waiting for a cab, not for my wife to reappear wearing next
to nothing, for the expressed purpose of showing off her body
to a total stranger.  Sooner than I thought possible, the
door to the dressing room opened just a crack.

     "Phillip."

     "Yes, dear?"

     Kristi was talking to me from behind the door.

     "Phillip, you all are going to have to move closer to
the door.  This outfit doesn't cover as much as I thought it
would...and it's kinda revealing."

     "Kristi...don't be silly.  There's no one else here
except the clerk...and she's on the other side of the store.
Now open the door and let's have a look at his selection."

     There was about five seconds of silence, and then the
door started to open.  And there, in the door frame stood my
wife wearing the garter belt, stockings, and bra she'd taken
in with her.  And nothing else!  Her beautiful pussy was
naked, framed by the belts of the garter, her narrow waist
made to look even smaller by the effects of the garter belt,
and her 38dd breasts spilling out of the small bra that went
with this outfit.  I tell you, she literally took my breath
away.  As for the man standing next to me...I think he'd
stopped breathing as well.  My wife looked like she'd just
stepped out of the pages of Penthouse, standing in the
doorway, exhibiting all her charms for this man, a man whose
name we didn't even know.

     She lifted her arms over her head, giving him a totally
unobstructed view of her entire body, and did a slow full
turn in the doorway, allowing him to enjoy the backside of
her, taking in her great ass cheeks as she turned, and
finally ended up facing us again.  She reached behind her and
undid the bra, shaking it free and exposing the last bit of
unseen skin to the stranger.  Standing there, she said, "I
don't think this bra is right with this outfit."

     Her nips were rock hard...sticking out their full 3/8 of
an inch from her breasts.  I had expected her to tease this
man, but this was far beyond anything I thought she'd do.
And as quickly as she'd open the door, she closed it, with
her on the other side!  Then, cracking it just a bit, she
said to me, "Phillip, is there anything else he'd like me to
try on?"

     "Just a sec."  I turned to the stranger and repeated her
question.

     "Well, I..." he was still trying to recover from the
show my wife had just given him.  Casting his eyes about, he
picked up a two piece swim suit and silently mouthed, "How
about this?"

     I shrugged my shoulders and turned back to the door.

     "Yeah, Kristi, he's got one more thing."

     "Tell him to bring it in."

     As if he hadn't heard my wife's statement, I turned to
him and repeated it.

     "She says for you to take it in to her."

     "In there!" he said, pointing to the closed dressing
room?

     "That's what she said.  Go ahead."

     "But I can't go in there.  It's a lady's dressing room."

     "Well, she's probably naked.  She can't very well come
out here, now, can she?"

     "I know that...but..."

     "Come on, we'll both go inside."

     With that, the stranger and myself walked toward the
dressing room door.  I opened the door, and he stepped inside
first, I followed, closing the door behind us.

     Kristi was indeed naked.  Totally, except for her shoes,
and the hose.  I got an instant additional inch or two on my
already hard cock.  I could only imagine what the other chap
was feeling.  Kristi brought us back to reality.

     "What was it you wanted me to try on?"

     As if a trance was broken, the stranger shook his head
and offered her the swim suit.  Glancing at me for just a
moment, long enough to see me wink at her, Kristi took the
suit from the man's hand, and set it on the chair next to
her.  She closed the distance between herself and the new man
in her life.  Standing with her lips not a inch away from
his, she said very quietly, "Isn't there something else you'd
like me to try on."  She said this while her left hand
fondled the area between his trouser legs.  I could see by
the expression on her face that she liked what she was
feeling.

     Without waiting for an answer, my wife sank to her
knees, and started to open the man's belt.  He stood there,
frozen, as if any movement on his part would cause him to
wake from what surely must have been a dream.  I watched as
my wife continued to open the man's pants, first the belt,
then the inner catch, then the zipper.  She worked very
slowly, very deliberately.  Finally, his trousers were open,
and she ran her hands on the inside of the waist band,
freeing his pants from his body and guiding them down his
legs toward the floor.

     "Step up," she said sweetly, as if talking to a child.

     He lifted one leg, then the other.  He now stood in
front of my wife, who was on her knees, wearing white boxer
shorts, and of course all his other clothing, except for his
pants.  My wife reached her hand inside the fly of his
undershorts, wrapping her hand around his turgid cock.  I
could tell she was very happy at what she'd found.  Looking
up at him, with those flashing green eyes, she smiled and
asked him again, "Isn't there anything else you'd like me to
slip into?"

     He was without the ability to speak.  And she wouldn't
proceed without him asking her to.  I'd seen this happen once
before, I'd seen my wife ready to suck a stranger's cock, but
he didn't have the snap to tell her what to do, and as a
result, he'd walked away with an incredible case of blue
balls.

     Kristi still had her hand wrapped around the man's cock,
but still hadn't pulled it through the opening in the front
of his boxer shorts.  I couldn't stand it anymore.  Here was
my beautiful wife, practically naked, handling a stranger's
cock, and waiting for him to tell her to suck him...and he
was just standing there.  I decided not to waste the moment.
I opened the front of my pants and pulled out my hard cock.

     "Here, suck on this!"  I commanded her.

     Turning a quarter turn from the stranger, still holding
his cock in her hand, my wife directed her attention to my
throbbing dick.  Without any fanfare, she opened her mouth
and took me inside her lips!  As my dick disappeared inside
those red, moist, willing lips, her hand kept pumping the
cock of the other man, although all I could see was the
movement covered by his underwear.  But it was enough to
stimulate me to an incredible state of excitement.

     "Suck me, Kristi.  Suck my cock like the whore you are.
Suck me and jerk him off at the same time.  Suck me
baby...suck my cock.  It doesn't matter to you whose cock you
suck, does it?  You were going to suck his...but you're
sucking mine instead.  It doesn't matter to you, does it?
You only wanted a hard cock in your mouth...isn't that right?
Isn't that true?"

     She couldn't answer, of course, with my ten incher half
way down her throat, but she could nod, adding to the
pleasure of her mouth devouring my hard dick.  All the time,
as she allowed me to fuck her mouth, the other man's cock
stayed in her hand, being worked back and forth.  He would
alternately open his eyes, look down at my naked wife, watch
her suck me and frig him, and then close them again.  I was
too hot.  I couldn't wait any longer.  I spoke to the slut
sucking me off.

     "Now, sweetheart, take it all.  I'm going to shoot off
right now...and you will swallow it all!"

     She nodded her head in understanding just as my jism
started to fill her mouth.  Now her sucking action was
accompanied by the sounds of her swallowing all my hot
come...and I mean all of it.  Not a drop was missed, not a
drop fell on the floor.  It all went into her mouth, and down
her throat!  Pulling her mouth off my now shrinking cock, she
smiled at me, her lips coated with the last of my orgasm.

     "Now, him."

     She understood.  Turning toward the other man, the man
whose cock was supposed to be first in her mouth, she
withdrew her hand from within his shorts, and pulled with it
his cock.  It was huge!  But I didn't get to look at it very
long.  My wife's mouth opened and his dick disappeared as her
lips coated his hard dick.

     The time she'd spent jacking his dick wasn't wasted.
Her mouth had no sooner closed over his rock hard cock than I
saw him start to convulse in my wife's mouth.  And she
swallowed him too, not as well as she'd done mine...but I
suspect he had a bigger load to shoot.  As I watched, my wife
sucked his tool and swallowed his cum, until some of it
started to dribble out the side of her mouth.  She caught
most of it with her left hand, and when the man had stopped
coming in my wife's mouth, she lifted her hand to her lips
and licked up the excess seed he'd spilled.

     What a sight!  My pretty wife, naked and on her knees,
with a stranger's satisfied cock slipping out of her mouth.
She smiled at him, and then at me.  I considered briefly
fucking her right there, but we'd already pushed our luck.  I
nodded toward her clothes, and she started getting dressed.
Tucking my cock back inside my pants, I was soon presentable.
In the moments that followed, my wife and I were both
dressed, and ready to leave the changing booth. Our new found
friend, however was still standing there, his limp dick
hanging outside his white boxer shorts, fully dressed except
for his trousers, which lay bunched up in the corner on the
floor.

     Kristi opened the dressing room door and exited the
area, as did I, directly behind her.  Taking the items she'd
selected we went to the register, laid them on the counter
and Kristi withdrew a hundred dollar bill.  The cashier rang
up her items, took her money, but continued to talk to the
other woman standing next to us at the counter.

     Counting out our change, we heard her tell the other
customer that she remembered a man coming in about fifteen
minutes ago who matched the description of the man she was
looking for but she hadn't noticed him leave.  Kristi smiled
to me, and I just shrugged my shoulders, in a silent
statement that it was up to her, I didn't want to interfere.
As she picked up our bag, Kristi asked the woman if it was
her husband that she was inquiring about.  She said it was.

     "Does he have grey hair, and a light mustache?"

     "Yes."

     "And is he wearing a brown suit?"

     "Yes...did you see him?"

     "I think so.  Does he wear white boxer shorts?"

     "What!"

     "Oh, never mind...it probably isn't the same guy."

     With that my wife and I left the store, holding hands
and trying to stifle a giggle.  It would have been fun to see
the expression on everyone's face when the stranger finally
did leave the dressing room.  But then again, maybe not.

     The moral to this story (and all stories should have a
moral) is that when my wife is in your possession, if you try
to use conventional methods to get in her panties (if indeed
she's wearing any) you will walk away with blue balls.  If
you play her right, take charge, and treat her like a paid
whore, you'll walk away with blew balls. (sorry about the
pun...just couldn't help myself.)



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74/75: Fuck her #5
Name: Quicksilver #2 @3316
Date: Sunday, April 17, 1994  10:13 am
From: WWIVnet - Rainbow Connection [303-427-2214] 
Loc : Colorado

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           Help For Those Who Want to Fuck My Wife

                             By

                         Pan Handle

                          Part Five


     This is the fifth of a series about my wife, Kristi.  If
you've read the others, you know what a little slut she can
be, and you're by now figuring out just how little it takes
to get her to spread her legs, or open her mouth for you.
She enjoys being humiliated, and over the years, we've come
to use humiliation as a regular part of our sexual union.
Oddly enough, it doesn't seem to matter who being humiliated,
nor who the humiliater is.

     The truth of the matter is that Kristi gets particularly
hot when she feels she has no control over her actions, when
she is made to do things nice girls won't do, but can lay the
blame off on someone else.  Even as she does it, she realizes
what she's doing.  A key phrase she'll use that tips me off
that she's about to do something she really wants to do, but
wants to be absolved from her participation in the act, is to
say something like, "You're not going to make me suck his
cock are you?"  Or, "But what if someone sees me, with my
breasts exposed, and a cock in my mouth?"

     If she says these things to you, simply ignore her
protest, or, to heat her up even more, you might reply, "Yes,
I intend for you to suck him off...and frankly, Kristi, I
don't see any problem if someone else should happen by.  All
they'll see is a slut on her knees, sucking a guy's cock.
What's the big deal?  In fact, I may call some people over to
let them watch and see what a whore you really are."

     I've described her many times in other stories, but in
case you aren't familiar with my wife's physical charms, I'll
give you a quick run down.  For starters, she's absolutely
beautiful!  I'm serious about this.  She has the kind of
looks that women would kill for, and men will fight their
best friends over that chance to merely talk to her.  She has
green eyes, red hair, about shoulder length right now, a
perfect face, light freckles on an ivory complexion, smooth
soft skin, a great smile, and a very serious come hither
expression when she chooses to use it.

     The only thing more perfect than her face is her body.
She weighs around 125, stands 5'5" tall, and measures 38DD-
25-36.  Those breasts are perfectly formed, and come endowed
with what we call "bullet" nipples.  Her nips are almost
always hard, and stick out about 3/8 of an inch from her
lovely breasts.  Her waist is trim and her hips flare out
nicely, giving a heart shaped view from behind.  Her ass is a
work of art, and while she always says it's too big, many a
man has lost his self-control while running his hands over
the curves and firmness of her bottom.

     Odd as this may sound, I like her legs the best.  She
wears hosiery a great deal, preferring silk stockings to
panty hose.  Her standard dress is garter belt, stockings,
and outer clothing.  She never wears a bra.  In fact, I think
she only has one, and that's more for teasing than anything
else.  About a year ago we came to the conclusion that there
was no point in her wearing panties, for two reasons.  First,
she is a very spontaneous woman.  She fucks when she feels
like fucking, regardless of the circumstances or environment.
She's as likely to want it in a taxi-cab as she is in a fast
food restaurant.  And when Kristi wants it...she gets it!

     Secondly, men were always stealing her panties.  I know
that sounds weird, and I suppose it is, but for some reason,
men seemed to always want to keep a trophy of fucking my
wife, and the panties seemed to be it.  I remember one week
in particular, six pairs of her panties came up missing.
That's not to say my wife only fucked six guys that week, but
at least six of them kept her underwear.  In the interest of
economy, therefore, she's almost stopped wearing any under
pants at all.  If you get a chance to meet her, it's a pretty
safe bet that her pussy is bare under her dress.

     Oh, and that brings up the subject of my wife's cunt.
She keeps it trimmed very closely, and because of her unusual
degree of sexual excitement, you can almost always see her
clitoris peeking from under the hood of her pussy lips.
She's the only woman I've ever fucked that had a rock hard
clit.  She's reading this over my shoulder and asked that I
not describe her clit in such detail.  She says it
embarrasses her to have other men read about the details of
her body.  Right!  She'll fuck anyone who wants her, but she
doesn't want me telling the world about how hard and
prominent her pink little clit is.

     Needless to say, the description stays in.

     Her pussy is unusually tight, and as a favor I'd like to
ask that if you ever have the occasion to fuck my wife, that
you'll take into consideration that her pussy, while well
fucked, is still very small.  I have a ten inch cock, and she
can take it in, but usually I have to enter her slowly.  Her
ass hole is another story, however.  When you bend her over
the top of a couch, or a desk, (as many men have over the
last six years) with a little lubrication, you'll be able to
put your dick inside her ass with little trouble.  She
prefers smaller cocks there, say, seven inches or less, but
she'll take any that present themselves.

     Oh, by the way, when she tells you she can't possibly
take your cock in her ass, don't listen to her.  What does
she know?  I saw her take what had to be a fourteen inch dick
straight up her ass one night, and while she was pleading for
him to stop, she kept grinding her ass cheeks against his
body, trying to get more inside her.  What a pretty sight
that was, her little pink bottom pushing against his black
legs, like she was impaled on the end of a lance!  (oh, she
wants me to take out the fact that he was a black guy.  No
way.  If she wants to act like a whore, she shouldn't mind my
telling folks that there are no taboos where her pussy is
concerned.  I've seen her suck off black men, brown men, and
even Oriental men.  I've watched them all as she licked and
sucked their cocks into her mouth, and watched as my wife
skillfully made each one dump his load inside her mouth, deep
inside it, and watched as she swallowed the cum of men who
most women wouldn't have even spoken to.  Men who parked cars
for a living, men who worked on construction sites, men who
were married, were single, even one who thought he was gay.
(He later converted back to our side.)

     The story I want to relate to you happened recently,
(Halloween, '93.)  It'll give you an insight into what turns
her on, and when you meet her, you'll know better how to
treat her to get her at maximum heat.  She's a lot like other
women in that regard.  The hotter she is, the better she
performs.  Only with Kristi, you always start out at a level
where most women get only after hours of fore play.  She's an
incredible woman!

     We went to a party at a friends home in Houston for
Halloween.  We'd checked into our hotel the afternoon before
the party since we'd planned on staying the following day in
Houston as well.  Kristi and I had decided not to go in
costume, but at the last moment changed our minds.  We went
to a store in the Gallaria area and shopped for what we'd
wear that night.  I must confess, I wasn't keen on the whole
idea of costumes, but she decided she wanted to go as a
French maid, and who was I to argue.  It occurred to me that
in all the role playing and games we'd played over the years,
I'd never fucked her dressed as a maid.  I started looking
forward to the pleasure.

     She shops in a mall like men hunt in a forest.  It
brings out the "animal" in her, and she almost always turns a
trip to the mall into a sexual adventure.  I won't go into
the details of this excursion, because that's not the point
of this story.  Suffice to say that many men were treated to
a glimpse, and sometimes more than a glimpse of my wife's
naked pussy, full breasts, and hardened nipples as we went
from shop to shop, looking at different outfits, trying on
various costumes, shoes, and lingerie.

     She selected the maid's outfit, complete with garter
belts, hose, short black skirt, and white frilly blouse.  Of
course, she had to have a new pair of heels, and she had to
show the boy at the shoe store what a pretty pussy she had
under her skirt, but after all this was done, we headed back
to the hotel.

     Once in the room, we ordered room service.  It's almost
a given that if we stay in a hotel room, Kristi is going to
get to play with a few men who happen to service our room.
This is sometimes the bell boy, sometimes the room service
guys, and once, in Vegas, I woke to find her sucking a man's
cock as he stood on a ladder in front of her.  He'd come to
service the smoke detector, and while up on the ladder,
Kristi had unzipped his pants and was servicing his fire
hose!  She made quite a sight, standing there in only a blue
lace robe, open of course, with this man's cock sliding in
and out of her mouth.  I acted like I was still asleep, but
watched her working in the reflection of the mirror.  After
sucking him to near orgasm, she walked away from him, toward
the bed, and dropping her robe, got on the bed, the same bed
I was supposedly asleep on, got on all fours, and wiggled her
ass at the man on the ladder.

     To his credit, he figured out what she wanted.  Climbing
off the ladder, his dick still outside his pants, he climbed
on my wife's ass.  I heard the air rush out of her as I knew
his cock rushed into the ready pussy she'd lifted to his
view.  Within seconds he was fucking her, oblivious to the
fact that I was laying not three feet away in front of them
both.  Kristi reached over for me and pulled me toward the
two of them, and then, as if it were the most normal thing in
the world, lowered her mouth over my very stiff cock, now
totally exposed since she'd pulled the sheet off me, and
proceeded to suck my cock while the maintenance man reamed
her puss!

     If he was surprised, he didn't show it.  I guess in
Vegas you eventually see everything.  And now he was seeing
my wife naked, as she fucked him and sucked me.  One thing
was obvious, however, and that was the fact that he was very
excited by the whole show.  He had reached down, and was
playing with Kristi's breasts, kneading them in his hands,
pinching her nipples, and she was responding in typical
fashion by sucking me harder, while moaning through a cock
filled mouth!

     I don't remember who came first, but we both did, around
the same time as I recall.  And almost as if we'd known each
other for years, almost as if we'd planned the whole episode,
after we both came in my wife, we switched her around, so her
pussy was facing me, while her mouth now faced him, and we
went back at her instantly.  He with his Kristi coated cock
sliding into her mouth, and me with my tongue digging into
her just fucked pussy, tasting her juices along with his cum,
as they both leaked out of her and into my mouth!  I must
confess, I absolutely love the taste of come when served from
my wife's pussy.  And it really doesn't matter if it's my
come, or someone else's, or a mixture of many others.

     But this particular day, as Kristi put on her uniform,
and we waited for the room service person to bring our order,
I was having great difficulty getting my costume on.  She had
selected a Roman soldier's uniform for me, and my problem was
getting my cock to cooperate.  I guess watching Kristi all
afternoon, and thinking about the possibilities that awaited
me that night had made Mr. Happy very happy.  He was inflated
and refused to go inside the cup that came with the costume.
And trust me, without that cup, i'd never make it through the
lobby!  As you can imagine, the skirt which covered my bottom
barely did, and while I must admit I did look rather dashing,
the whole image would have been ruined if my ten inch cock
was forced to hang three inches below my seven inch skirting.

     Of course, when Kristi offered to help me get it inside
the cup, the effect was quite the opposite of what we were
trying to do.  The minute her hand touched my already hard
cock, it became like steel.

     "Oh, my!  Look.  It's not going inside that cup now!"

     "Well, do something, Kristi.  I can't get dressed like
this."

     "Gosh, Phillip.  I don't know what I can do.  It's so
hard!  I'm afraid we'll just have to let it get soft on it's
own.  Try not to think about anything sexual."

     She's standing there in this skimpy little outfit, black
hose, garter belts, and 4 inch heels, telling me to think
about mon sexual things.  About that time there was a knock
on the door.  Kristi smiled at me, and asked me if I wanted
to get the door, or should she.  Like I had an option.  My
cock was sticking straight out by now, having been helped to
its full growth by my wife's skillful fingers playing across
it as she tried to get it to fit into the now almost
uselessly small plastic cup that came with the outfit.  She
patted me on my ass, got up, and walked to the door.  As she
neared the door, I suddenly realized she had no panties on,
and that as short as the skirt was, if she bent even
slightly, even a blind man would notice.

     And the room service woman wasn't blind.  A woman!  What
rotten luck.  I'd hoped to see Kristi fuck or at least suck
off the guy who brought our snack, but there was not going to
be any chance of that.  I turned my back away from the two
women, almost facing a corner of the room.  To this day,
Kristi says I knew that my reflection in the mirror would
reveal my hard cock to the girl who had brought us our
repast, but really, I didn't think about that.  I had no
intentions of showing my hard on to a stranger.  That's
Kristi's job, exposing herself.  Mine is to watch, her's is
to do.  Pretty good arrangement I think.

     As women will do, Kristi and Marylou, (as I later found
out the room servers name) immediately fell into a
conversation.  Marylou asked about the party, as it was
obvious we weren't dressed as the average Houstonian that
night, and being Halloween, the girl figured out what we were
doing.

     Kristi told her that I was having a problem with my
costume, but that other than that, it promised to be a great
party.  Marylou asked if she could help.  It seems she was a
whiz with needle and thread.  Kristi laughed, actually, she
giggled, and said the problem wasn't one that could be fixed
so easily.  She told Marylou that I was having a problem
getting my entire costume "on."

     I don't know to this day if the woman saw my cock in the
mirror or not, but her voice seemed to have changed as she
and Kristi were talking.  It took on a huskier air, almost a
sexual tinting.  She walked over to me, my back still to her,
and asked if I needed help.

     "No, thank you.  I think I'll get it in a moment," was
my weak reply.

     "Now, Phillip, you let her help.  She's a whiz with a
needle, remember?"

     "Kristi!"

     "Oh, don't be silly.  We're all grown ups here."  Kristi
has such a way with words.  She turned to the woman who was
by now directly behind me.  Reaching into her purse, she
withdrew a hundred dollar bill and offered it to the girl
saying, "Tell you what...if you can help me get his costume
to fit, I'd be very grateful."

     The woman looked at the c-note in Kristi's hand, looked
back at me, and suddenly I knew she'd made up her mind.  She
took the offered tip, slipped it inside her uniform's
pocket, and replied to Kristi's statement.

     "I think I see the problem.  And I think I can help."

     "Great.  Here's the situation.  We have to leave for the
party in a few minutes, and he need to wear this under his
soldiers skirt."  Kristi handed the woman the plastic cup my
cock was supposed to be in.

     The room server looked at the cup for a moment,
realizing exactly what was wrong, and I could see her smile
through my vantage point facing the mirror.  She put her hand
on my shoulder, and turned me a have turn away from the wall.
I now faced her directly, more importantly, my raging hard on
faced her directly.  She looked at my hard on, and once more
at my wife.  Kristi just nodded, as if to say, "Go ahead.  Do
it."

     Marylou sank to her knees in front of me, and scooped my
hard cock into her hand.  In the same movement, she lowered
her mouth over the rod in her hands, and started sucking the
head of my dick inside her mouth.  Kristi looked at me and
smiled.  She always enjoys watching me get my cock sucked,
either by a man or a woman, but usually there's more time for
me to be prepared.  It had literally been less than two
minutes from the time this woman entered our hotel room till
the time she was on her knees, sucking my hard cock, in front
of my wife.

     Kristi wasn't wasting the opportunity either.  She'd
already unhooked her maid's skirt, and was leaning against
the dresser, dressed only in her blouse and underwear, sans
panties, and began to rub the middle finger of her left hand
across her clit, slowly at first, but then quicker.  I knew
it would soon snake its way south, across her soft downy
cunt, and into the hole I knew so well between her legs.  She
was moaning now, as the stranger continued to suck my cock...
and suck it in earnest.  Kristi crossed the few feet to stand
directly behind the woman on the floor, and while she
continued to play with her own cunt, took her other hand and
stroked the head of the woman who was sucking my cock.

     As I knew it would, Kristi's finger soon disappeared
inside her pussy, but only for a moment.  She pulled it out,
and now coated with her own juices, took that finger and
placed it next to the sucking mouth of the whore on the
floor.  Without missing a beat, the newest slut in my life
pulled her mouth off my dick, but continued to beat my meat
with rapid hand movements, as she licked the cunt coated
finger Kristi had offered her.  Then turning her head toward
my wife's pussy, the woman pushed her tongue out till I saw
it make contact with my wife's cunt.  That was all it took
for me!  I started to spurt my come all over her hand, but by
now she didn't notice me, she was more concerned about
sucking Kristi's cunt.  But the end result was achieved.  My
cock was now manageable enough to fit into the plastic cup.
I knew I'd have to work quickly, however, because even as I
was stuffing myself into the receptacle, I was becoming
aroused once more.  Hearing Kristi's moans as the girl
serviced her pussy was stimulating me again.  I looked over
after getting my costume adjusted in time to see my wife's
legs buckle under her as the girl who was licking her pussy
brought my wife to a roaring climax!

     As Kristi composed herself, the woman stood up, smiled
at me, and started to walk to the door.  When she got there,
she smiled again and said, "It was a pleasure serving you.
There's a card on the tray.  If my room service impressed
you, you might drop a note to my boss.  Course, I wouldn't
want him to know just 'how' you were impressed!"

     She was gone and the two of us were left alone.  Looking
at my wife, laying on the carpet, her pussy slick with the
mouth juices left by Marylou and her own lubrications, I
thought about how nice it would be to slip my cock inside
that very hot cunt.  Then, feeling the ache starting to build
inside my balls, I remembered that for the present, I'd have
to be content to just look.  I wasn't about to let Mr. Happy
out of his new home.  Not just yet.

     I'll tell you more about the party, as well as about how
Kristi was humiliated at the hands of a total stranger the
next morning when I write Fuck Her, Part 6.



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Name: Quicksilver #2 @3316
Date: Sunday, April 17, 1994  10:13 am
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           Help For Those Who Want to Fuck My Wife

                             By

                         Pan Handle

                          Part Six


     This is the sixth of a series about my wife, Kristi.  If
you've been following these stories, you realize by now that
to properly fuck my wife, an element of humiliation should be
present.  I don't know why this is, but it is, and I've
learned to use this to my advantage.  The more she's
humiliated, particularly in public, the hotter she gets.

     Last week we were in Houston and decided to go out for a
bit of adventure.  Kristi is a knock-out red-head.  Her
breasts are firm, 38dd, capped by perfect nipples.  They are
always hard, even when not sexually excited.  Her 5'5" frame
weighs in at 120 pounds, she has green eyes, freckles, great
legs, and a heart shaped ass!  She looks like she's ready to
fuck at the drop of a hat...and bless her little pussy...she
is!

     We decided to stop in at a porno theater to replenish
our toy chest.  On the way to the shop, Kristi and I talked
about her recent week at work.  She works about three hundred
miles from our home, and as a result she shares an apartment
with another woman in the city where she works.  We don't get
to see each other during the week, so weekends are set aside
for hot parties.  This weekend would prove to be no
exception.

     "Did you fuck anyone last week?" I asked her as we
drove.

     "Well...Suzanne, of course."  She replied.

     Suzanne is the woman she shares the apartment with.
They've been lovers for about a year now.  "I know you and
Suzanne did it...but I mean, did you fuck any men this week."

     "Men?"

     I knew she was stalling.  My cock new it too.  I was
already growing hard in my pants.

     "Yes, Kristi.  Men.  You know...hairy people with
dangling cocks?"

     "Oh, those.  Yeah...I think I did."

     "You think?  You don't remember?"

     "Well, yeah...I remember.  I just don't want to talk
about it, that's all."

     This was such an obvious ploy.  She wanted to talk about
it.  She wanted to tell me every detail.  But she wanted me
to drag it out of her...one juicy detail at a time.  And I
was more than glad to play this game.

     "Tell me about him, Kristi."

     "What do you want to know?"

     "For openers, what was his name?"

     "I never asked him.  He just sort of appeared out of
nowhere, felt me up, fucked me, and left."

     "Kristi!"

     "I know...that's sort of whorish isn't it.  To let a man
fuck me and not even know his name."

     "It's not "sort" of whorish...it IS whorish!"

     "Well...what could I do?  He had his hands all over me,
touching me...pushing his fingers inside my cunny, making me
come...I couldn't stop him...and I certainly didn't want to
break the mood by talking."

     "Where did you meet this guy?"

     "He came to the apartment to service the dryer."

     "And he ended up servicing you, right?"

     "That's not how it happened.  You make it sound so
cheap!"
     "So tell me...how did it happen?"

     "Well, he was working on the dryer, and I was getting
dressed to go to the office.  I had started getting dressed
earlier, but Suzanne had come in my room and found me wearing
only my panties, and well..."

     "Panties?  I thought we agreed you'd not wear anymore
panties.  Remember?"

     "I remember, and you know I usually don't, but I had a
very important meeting that afternoon, and I didn't want to
be in there with nothing covering my pussy."

     "Go, on."

     "Well, Suzanne had come in and found me, like I said,
and well...one thing led to another, and pretty soon she was
licking my nipples and twisting them...making me very hot!"

     "I know how hot she makes you.  What does this have to
do with the dryer service man?"

     "Well...she got a little carried away and started to
play with my pussy...while I was still wearing my panties.
She started rubbing my clit through the silk material...and
then slipped her finger under the leg band and started to
push her finger in and out of my cunt...until I couldn't help
myself...I came!"

     "...And?"

     "And nothing...I just came...hard!  I soaked my panties
with my love juices...and I couldn't wear them at that
point."

     "So what did you do?"

     "Well, Suzanne had to go to work, and she left me lying
there on the bed, my breasts heaving...my nipples rock hard,
and my panties soaked.  I got up, took them off, and rinsed
them out at the sink.  I took my hair dryer and tried to dry
them enough so I could still wear them...you know...I only
have the one pair, thanks to you."

     "I don't want to hear about your lack of panties.  If
you didn't give a pair to every man you fucked, you'd have
hundreds of pairs right now."

     "I know.  But anyway, I slipped them back on, but the
waistband was still damp from the washing.  I slipped my robe
on, you know the one, the red sheer robe you gave me from
Hong Kong."

     "The one you can see right through?"

     "Well, I guess you can.  But anyway, I didn't think
about that.  I just wanted to get my panties dry, and I knew
the man was repairing the dryer, so I went into the washroom
to ask him how long it would be before he was done."

     "Wearing only that thin see-through robe?"

     "No, silly.  I had my panties on too!"

     "I see."

     "So did he.  I asked him when the dryer would be ready,
and he said he was finished, that I could use it now if I
wanted to."

     By now, Kristi was stroking my growing hard on as I
drove through Houston.  She was leaning into me, rubbing my
cock, and at the same time showing me a lot of her well
shaped legs...so much, in fact, that the top of her hose was
visible to not only me, but anyone driving a pick up or van.
She started to unzip my pants as she continued to tell me
this story.

     "Anyway...I didn't have a lot of time...and he seemed
like a nice man...so i just reached under my robe and slipped
the panties down my legs...and stepped out of them...I walked
past him...but I did notice his bulge in his pants...and
dropped them in the dryer.  I started the dryer and turned to
say something to him and that's when I realized how excited
he had become."

     "How excited?"

     "Well...I know this sounds awful...but he'd taken his
cock out of his pants and was stroking it.  Oh, Phillip!  It
was HUGE!"

     By now she'd unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out to
give her better access to what I knew she wanted.  Traffic
was stalled in front of us on the Interstate, moving about
five miles an hour it seemed...but it may have seemed that
way because of the way Kristi was fondling my now rock hard
dick.

     "What did you do then?"

     "Well...what could I do.  I was mesmerized by that long
black cock...it seemed so..."

     "Black cock?  You didn't tell me he was black."

     "Oh.  Sorry.  Yeah, he was black."

     I knew that would seal it for her.  She is obsessed with
fucking black men...ever since the time she'd done a live sex
show in NYC years ago.  She'd been fucked by a guy named
Trinidad, on a stage, in front of around a hundred guys...and
he'd used her like a cheap street whore.

     "Go on...then what happened?"

     "Well...I didn't know what he planned to do to me, so I
thought I'd better cooperate with whatever he had in mind.  I
didn't want to get raped.  I'd think you'd be proud that I
had so much presence of mind."

     "Go on..."

     "Well...I got right in front of him, and told him that I
didn't think he should be doing that...that a man with a cock
that big should have someone else do that for him.  He didn't
say anything, so I reached down between us and just sort of
put it in my hand...and started pumping it...kinda like he
was."

     "And then?"

     "Then it keep growing in my hand...and I knew I'd better
plan on doing something to get his condition under control.
And while I was trying to decide what to do, he placed his
big black hands on my shoulders and kind of pushed me
down...on my knees in front of him.  What else could I do?
His throbbing cock was still in my hand...about four inches
from my face...so...I did the only thing I could do...I
kissed the head of his giant dick.  I thought that maybe he'd
be happy with that and let me get back up.  But it didn't
work out that way at all."

     "No?"

     "No!  Instead of being grateful that a woman like me had
even allowed him to position his cock so close to her mouth,
he put his left hand behind my head and pushed me closer to
his stiff tool."

     By now she was licking my cock as she talked.  Licked
and stroked and then licked some more.  I reminded her about
where we were.

     "Don't get too carried away, sweet, people are watching
from the other cars."

     "Can they see what I'm doing?"

     "Some can."

     "But not all?  Not everyone around can see me sucking
you, can they?"

     "No, not all."

     "Then why don't you put the top down?"

     "Kristi!"

     She looked at me once more, and engulfed my entire cock
in her mouth.  Just before she went all the way down on it,
she smiled and mouthed the words..."Do it!"

     By now traffic had stopped completely.  It was my best
opportunity to do what she wanted.  I reached up and unhooked
the clasps holding the top on our BMW, and pushed the button
to lift the roof up and away.  To her credit, she never
stopped sucking me, even as she must have realized that now
every car around us knew she was sucking my cock like a cheap
whore.  I knew I wouldn't last long.  I urged her head off my
dick.  I didn't want to come this soon.

     "Wait...you didn't tell me the rest of what happened.
After you had his cock in your mouth...what did you do?"

     "I can't believe you're asking me that!  What do you
think I did?  I just sucked his dick until I felt him
beginning to mount his orgasm...and then I sucked him harder!
Oh, Phillip, you should have seen me sucking his black
cock...it would have made you come just watching."

     That part was probably true.  I often come at the point
of another man coming in her, either her mouth...or her pussy
and especially in her ass.  But right now...I wanted to feel
her mouth back on my hard cock.  I wanted to come in her
mouth.  Bit I also wanted to wait a little more.  She
understood and sat back up in her seat.  She made no attempt
to cover my cock, but she did open her purse and get her lip
stick and compact out.  She sat next to me...looking like the
picture of primness and proper, reapplying her lipstick as if
she'd just finished a cup of coffee, instead of sucking my
cock like the hot bitch she is.  After pushing her hair back
like she wears it, she turned toward me...leaving my cock
totally alone...and started to finish the story.

     "Well...we reached that point that I knew there would be
no denying this man his come...and I felt like he'd be really
pissed off if I took my mouth off his cock this close to his
coming...so I just sucked him harder and harder, and undid
his pants at the same time I was sucking.  His pants fell to
the floor when I had the snaps and belt undone...and during
all this, I never let him fall out of my mouth.  He was
really pushing it into my throat, too.  But I just relaxed my
mouth and throat...and let him slide deeper into my oral
pussy.

     I was really excited at this point.  I knew what he was
thinking...he couldn't believe a classy white bitch like me
would do this to him.  Just when I was certain he was about
to pop, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and jerked me to
my feet."

     "No way I'm going to waste my hot come in your mouth,
Bitch!  I want some of that fine white pussy!"

     "And then he fucked your pussy?"

     "No, not exactly.  I reached down between my legs...and
if I thought Suzanne had made me wet...well, she was amateur
hour compared to this guy.  I had a full handful of my own
slick juiced in my left hand.  That's when I did it."

     "Did what?"

     "Made it so he couldn't help but fuck me.  I smeared all
those woman juices of mine all around my ass hole, and then
leaned over in front of him.  He didn't need an invatation.
He put his cock head against my ass hole and started to
shove.  He wasn't very gentle."

     "Did you ask him to be?"

     "No."

     "I see."

     "I knew he intended to ram his entire length in me, run
his cock all the way up my bowels, but i had other ideas.  I
wanted that monster cock in my pussy...not just my ass."

     "So?"

     "So I asked him if he wanted my pussy.  I think I said
something like, 'Oh, baby...I want you in my tight hot pussy.
Fuck me like my husband does there.'"

     "Then he asked me where my husband was, and I told him I
wasn't sure, but I thought you might be in Dallas.  He slid
his cock out of my ass...and it was really hard for me to let
him do that...I was realling building a great climax there,
but he did it anyway.  He spoke to me in a really husky
voice."

     "What did he say?"

     "I'm not able to quote him verbatim, but the gist of the
conversation was that I was about to get his cock inside my
pussy...and did I want to clean his dick before he 'barged'
right in?"

     "And you said..."

     "Well, of course I wanted to clean his cock a bit...it
had just been in my ass...and now it was headed for my
pussy.  I started to straighten up to go get a towel...when
he stopped me."

     "Use your mouth, bitch!"

     "The fuck I will," was my first reply.

     "Your first reply?"

     "Yeah.  But he grabbed me by my hair, bunching it up in
his hand and twisting it till he had my full attention."

     "I said use your mouth, cunt!"

     "I realized I had little choice in this matter, so I
dropped back to my knees and took his cock back inside my
mouth.  He just rocked back and forth, fucking my lips,
fucking my mouth without mercy.  At first I could taste and
smell me on it...but as he continued to screw my face...I got
back into the feeling...and then, he shot off as I continued
to suck."

     "You let him come in your mouth?"

     "Like I had a choice, right?"

     "What happened next?"

     "Well, after he emptied his balls in my mouth and all
over my face and breasts...I sort of sat back and looked up
at him.  I mean...I didn't know if that would be enough sex
to finish him off...or if he'd want more."

     All the while, as she told me this story, she'd resumed
her teasing of my hard cock.  She had moved closer to
me...and was whispering the story in my ear, her hot breath
making my cock harder, and her fingers, nails actually, were
making lines in the hard flesh of my manhood.  She wasn't
actually jerking my cock...but the effect was the same.  I
wanted my wife right then, more than ever.  And as I listened
to her telling me about how this black man had used her, used
her mouth and her ass...I was getting hotter and hotter.

     "Finally, I told him I had to get cleaned up and go to
work.  He didn't seem impressed with that, but he did sort of
snap out of the stupor he appeared to be in."

     "Not yet, you don't, bitch.  I ain't had none of that
white pussy yet."

     "I knew he wasn't going to leave without fucking
me...and quite honestly, I still hadn't come...so I stood
back up, leaned over the wash table, (that meant my ass was
higher than the rest of me) and looked back over my shoulder.
Finally I said to him...'Well, boy, if you want to fuck this
white woman, you better do it now.'"

     "You called him 'boy'?"

     "It was pretty obvious to me that he wanted to make this
more powerful by making it a white and black thing...so,
yes...I used that term."

     Her fingers were barely touching my cock now, but I
swear I'd never been harder!

     "And then...?"

     "And then he fucked me."

     That's all I needed.  I didn't care about the details at
that point.  The minute my wife told me the black guy had
pushed his cock into her pussy...I was off like a bottle of
the bubbly!  My reaction wasn't wasted on her.  She leaned
closer and finished my orgasm by whispering, barely audible,
"So you see...after he shoved himself into your wife's pussy,
it was all I could do not to faint...He poured his cum inside
me...and fucked me like a whore.  He fucked your bride like
she was a street whore!"

     She accented what she'd just whispered by licking my
ear, pushing her tongue inside it, licking, washing,
breathing hot breath all the time, digging her blood red long
fingernails into my cock...into my thigh...insisting that I
yield what cum I still held inside me!

     "So you see...If I'd have had an extra pair of panties,
the man would never have fucked me.  Oh, and by the way...I
gave him the panties in the dryer."

     She reached into the glove box of the car and withdrew
some baby wipes we keep there...for just such an occasion,
and proceeded to clean me up...and tuck Mr. Happy back into
my trousers...just as we were exiting.  The porno shop was
less than a block away.



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