I paid for my beer and followed them. When I got outside, I saw them heading into a hotel a few doors away. I was shocked. Rather than follow them further, I went on home.
At home, the nanny told me that Loretta had called to say she’d be working late. The children were happy to see me. We ate dinner and played together happily, notwithstanding the thoughts that were going through my head.
By ten o’clock the kids were in bed. I went into our bedroom, and there I saw that Loretta had left a printout of her calendar for the day on her night table. Looking at it, I saw that in the six to eleven o’clock time period she had written “Charles.”
Suspicious now, I opened the drawer of her night table, and there I found a video cassette with no label. Taking it out, I slipped it into the bedroom VCR and hit the Play button.
I was shocked to see a smiling Loretta appear on the screen, wearing a see-through blouse with no bra. Her nipples were very erect. She also wore a short black leather skirt, fishnet stockings and red high heels, and she had on more makeup than usual. Looking at the camera, Loretta simply said, “My night with Vinnie and his friends.”
The camera then panned to three men in their twenties. They were all stark naked, with huge erections. Loretta proceeded to walk toward them. She bent down and began licking the cock of the guy in the middle, while she used her hands to rub the cocks on either side of her. The camera moved in slowly for a close-up of the blowjob.
Loretta avidly moved her mouth all around the guy’s cock, both licking and deep-throating him. All the guys were urging her on, saying what a hot slut she was. She would pause now and then and smile, never stopping the handjobs she was giving the other guys.
Then she abruptly got up, jumped on the bed and said, “My turn!” She skipped out of her blouse and skirt, retaining her shoes and stockings. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was neatly trimmed. One of the guys immediately went down on her, while the other two began to feel and suck her breasts. It wasn’t long before she was breathing heavily. The guy eating her moved aside, and one of the others then mounted her missionary-style. He slid into her easily and began pumping. In a few minutes Loretta spasmed, and he pulled his cock out, dripping with come.
Still trembling from her orgasm, Loretta turned over on her knees and motioned for one of the other guys to enter her cunt from behind. The third guy moved over to place his cock in front of her face. She took it in her mouth, while the man behind her began screwing her doggie-style. This went on for about three minutes, until Loretta climaxed again, dropping the cock from her mouth. The other man came too, and then pulled out of her. Panting heavily, Loretta pointed to her asshole. The guy she had been blowing obliged by moving around and slowly sliding his wet cock into her anus. He went in and out for about five minutes before Loretta had what appeared to be her strongest orgasm yet. The guy shot into her ass, and Loretta turned over onto her back as the camera moved in for a close-up of her face. She had a very contented look.
The camera moved back again to show another woman now lying next to Loretta on the bed. She was a lovely blonde, who looked to be in her early twenties, and she was stark naked. She cuddled Loretta for a few minutes. Then they went into a 69 position and began eating each other out. I could hear the men mumbling encouragement in the background. I had never thought that Loretta would even consider being with a woman, but there she was eating out her playmate like a pro. In a minute she was again shuddering in orgasm, and a few minutes later the other woman came also.
Two of the men then joined them on the bed and began licking and sucking both Loretta and her female companion. Eventually the women pushed the men onto their backs, their cocks standing erect. In tandem, Loretta and the blonde each lowered themselves onto one of the waiting cocks. They rode the two men for quite a few minutes, occasionally leaning over to kiss each other as they moved in unison, until once more they all erupted.
It was then that a new man, who had evidently been operating the camera up to now, came over. The others moved away as he approached Loretta, his huge erection pointing the way. Loretta eagerly grabbed his cock with her hands. She began to coo about how she really hungered for his piece. She said that his friends were nice, but what he had was her special friend. This, I figured, must be Vinnie. Loretta then put his cock in her mouth, moving her lips hungrily up and down his shaft. I was amazed that after all she had been through, she was still ready for more. She must have sucked on his cock and fingered his balls for five minutes. She then flipped on her back and spread her legs. There was still come leaking from her cunt. Vinnie mounted her and proceeded to ram her exceptionally hard. She screamed with joy as he kept pumping with great strength, until Loretta had a climax so explosive that it had her bucking all over the bed. Vinnie pulled out his cock and shot his load all over her chest and stomach.
As soon as she had recovered her breath, Loretta sat up, looked straight at the camera and said, “My wonderful, incredible night with Vinnie and his friends!” Then the screen went blank.
It was now about eleven o’clock, and I was in shock from having just seen my corporate-lawyer wife fucking and begin fucked as though she were a cheap whore. It was but five minutes later that I heard the front door open. It had to be Loretta. I thought of calling down to her, but decided to wait.
A few moments later she came into the bedroom. When she saw me she looked surprised, but not disconcerted. She looked very fresh, as though she had recently showered, and was without makeup. She came over to me and gave me a kiss. When I didn’t reciprocate, she stepped back and asked me if something was wrong. In reply, I picked up her calendar sheet and said, “Charles.” I then moved to the VCR, pushed the Eject button, and held up the tape.
Loretta just nodded slowly. “Okay,” she said. “Let me explain.”
She sat on the bed with me then, and calmly and unapolo-getically told me the whole story. She said that until a few months ago, despite numerous opportunities, she had never been unfaithful to me. When I wasn’t around, she would fantasize and masturbate a lot. She reminded me that she used sex to relax from the stresses of her job and her hectic schedule, but still she hadn’t actually been with another man, until Charles came along.
Charles was a top executive with one of her corporate clients. He was married and lived in another city, but regularly came to Denver on business, and to consult with her firm. He had always flirted with her, and she had always enjoyed his attention. Finally, two months ago, when I was away on a trip, he asked her to come up to his room for a drink, and she accepted.
He had a suite at a hotel near her office. They sat on a couch and talked awhile, building up the sexual tension. He then kissed her, and she kissed him back deeply. He undressed her, touching her gently and whispering in her ear, telling her how lovely and sexy she was. He undressed himself quickly, and they had slow sex together. He was a gentle and attentive lover. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed the thrill of being with a man who wasn’t her husband.
Charles had to go back home the next day, but during the following week he called her each day at the office. When he returned a week later they got together for a quickie at lunch. Since then their affair had continued whenever Charles was in town. When I was away, she met him after work and spent the evening with him, and if I was home they arranged for a lunchtime tryst. Loretta said he made her feel very special and desirable.
After she told me all that, we were silent for a while, until I said, “What about Vinnie and his friends?”
Loretta responded by saying that that was a different story. Her affair with Charles had convinced her that she still loved me, but was comfortable about having sex with someone else and not feeling guilty about it. It was just two weeks ago that she had gone out to meet a disabled female client at her house in a rundown section of the city. When she finished, it was late afternoon and she was thirsty, so she stopped in a neighborhood bar. She ordered a beer and sat at a small table to write up some notes about her c
ase. When she looked up, there was this good-looking guy in his twenties standing by the table. He smiled and asked if he could join her. Loretta surprised herself by saying, “How can I turn down a good-looking guy like you?”
As he sat down he noticed her wedding ring and asked if she was married. When she said yes, he asked her if that stopped her from having fun. “Not usually,” she replied.
“Good,” he said. “Because I want to fuck you.”
Loretta’s heart was racing, but she looked at him calmly and said, “When?”
“Now,” he said.
This was, of course, Vinnie. She followed him out of the bar and to a room he used in an SRO hotel down the street. As soon as they got into the room, they stripped off their clothes and fucked without preliminaries. Unlike Charles—and me—he was a rather rough lover, and Loretta liked it.
Vinnie told her that he liked a woman to dress and act like a slut. He liked her and wanted to share her with his friends. He asked if she was willing, and, excited by his rough, down-to-earth manner, she said that she was.
Several days later she met Vinnie again, on an evening when I was out of town. She had bought some very slutty-looking clothes, and she wore a low-cut top and a short skirt. She didn’t bother with underwear. Vinnie had brought some of his friends along, and she met them at the bar. They danced to the jukebox, the men pressing her body close to theirs. She found that it really excited and relaxed her to flirt with them and tease them with her body.
When Vinnie suggested that two of his friends join them in his room, she consented. She ended up spending the night with them. All three of them fucked her many times, often two at a time, and at one point all at once.
That was the first time she’d had sex with multiple partners. The orgy I had seen on the tape had been the second time.
Loretta paused again. When I asked whether she planned to get together again with Vinnie and his friends, she didn’t hesitate to say yes.
I suppose I should have been pissed off, but the fact was that I was hard as a rock, and my breath was coming fast. Loretta noticed and started to undress me. I eagerly did the same for her, and a moment later we were fucking like animals.
That conversation took place four months ago. Since that time Loretta and I have been having our greatest sex ever. She has learned lots of new tricks from Vinnie and his friends, with whom she gets together at least once a week. She also continues to see Charles, for another kind of sexual experience. I am constantly amazed at her ability to do her job, be with the kids and me, and also satisfy what has become an enormous sexual appetite. But Loretta has never been happier, and the fact that she has made my one-time fantasy come true has made me love her more than ever.—C.H., Denver, Colorado
IN A SMALL DESERT TOWN HE ENCOUNTERS AN OLD MAN AND HIS PASSIONATE YOUNG WIFE
I was driving from Los Angeles to Tucson to attend a convention. I had time to spare, so when I crossed the Arizona border I decided to get off the highway and take some back roads in order to see some scenery. Big mistake.
I wasn’t exactly lost, but I was certainly feeling adrift as I drove through miles and miles of scrub, with any signs of civilization few and far between.
About two o’clock I came upon a little dusty town, consisting of a few ancient scattered structures along the un-paved road. I was hungry as hell, and was relieved to see that one of the buildings had a sign out front that said: “Eat.”
It was a little, dark, not particularly clean-looking place, with a small counter and a couple of booths. A ceiling fan turned lackadaisically. There was one customer other than myself, a dour-looking man drinking coffee at one end of the counter. Behind the counter was an old man in a dirty white apron. He must have been at least seventy. He had a few locks of scraggly white hair and a two-day growth of beard. He squinted at me as I came in, and when he spoke I saw that most of his teeth were gone.
“Howdy,” he said, looking me up and down. “Get you something?”
I approached the counter. I was dubious about the quality of the food that might be served in this place, but my stomach was growling fiercely and at this point I couldn’t afford to be too choosy. “Um… What’s good here?” I asked.
The old man looked me over again. Then he nodded, “Got something you might like,” he said. He turned his head in the direction of a small door in the back wall. “Pearl!” he shouted. “Get out here, girl!”
The man who’d been drinking coffee put some change on the counter and left. A minute later the small door opened and Pearl came out.
She was about eighteen. She had long blonde hair and big blue eyes, and a face that was innocent and knowing at the same time. She wore a brief tight halter top and an even briefer and tighter pair of shorts. Her body was mouth-wateringly voluptuous, and her flesh, most of which was on view, was smooth and pink and tempting as hell.
“What?” Pearl said.
“Got a customer,” the old man said. “Get him something to eat. Make it snappy.”
Pearl gave me a swift look. “Okay,” she said, and disappeared back through the door. Evidently the menu choices were not extensive here.
The old man leaned on the counter to address me confidentially. “Pretty, ain’t she?” he rasped. “Pearl.”
“Well… yes. Yes, she’s very pretty,” I replied. “Is she your granddaughter?”
He gave a wheezy laugh, baring his few teeth. He shook his head, still laughing. “Nope,” he said when he recovered. “Nope, you got that wrong, mister.” His rheumy eyes danced with mirth and a kind of glee. “She’s my wife.”
“Your—your wife?” I couldn’t hide my surprise, but it only seemed to add to his enjoyment.
“Yep. Married me for my money. Sitting around waiting for me to die. You like her? Think she’s sexy?”
“Well, I… I mean…”
“You wanna fuck her?” the old man said.
“What!?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. As I stared in bewilderment at his grinning face Pearl came back with a plate of food and set it in front of me. I wasn’t sure what it was, and I was too stunned to care.
“You like him, girl?” the old man asked her.
Pearl looked at me and shrugged. “He’ll do,” she said.
“What—what the hell is going on here?” I got out.
“Girls need loving,” the old man said. “Young and healthy. I can’t give her what she needs. You know? Can’t satisfy her, can’t do much at all. She stays for the money, but if she don’t get good loving she’s gonna run off or something. It’s how girls are, you know? So I gotta keep her satisfied. Young guys like you. Not many around here. Somebody like you comes through, new guy, give her a good fuck, go on your way. You have your fun, she gets what she needs. And I get to watch. Only thing gets me halfway up nowadays.”
I was staring at him as he said this, the food on my plate forgotten. When he stopped talking I turned to look at Pearl. She was slouched against the back wall, listening indifferently, as if this had no connection with her. My eyes devoured her ripe luscious body with a will of their own. “Pearl,” I said, “what do you say about this?”
She shrugged again. “It’s like Bert says. I like men. I like loving. You like me, right? I can tell. So let’s do it. I bet you won’t be sorry, mister.”
“No,” I said. “I’m sure I won’t. Uh—my name’s George, by the way.”
The old man cackled. “Well, George, you better get some of that food inside you. You’re gonna need your strength.” With that he moved around the counter, went to the front door and locked it. I began to eat. I still didn’t know what it was I was eating, and I don’t to this day.
“Let’s go,” Bert said when I had downed the last mouthful. He headed for the little door. Pearl motioned for me to follow.
“Bert loves this,” she said. “He digs watching me screw. Like he says, it’s the only thing gets him hard.”
“Did you really marry him for his money?” I asked. “And does he
really have any?”
“Hell, yeah,” Pearl said. “But I’m not gonna tell you where it’s at. All you get is me, mister.”
“Well, that’s more than I expected when I got here,” I told her. She grinned at me and followed the old man through the door, and I went after her.
We went through a dingy kitchen area where the food was evidently prepared, into a musty living room, and through that into a small bedroom. There was an unmade double bed, a dresser and a chair. Bert was already in the chair, his eyes gleaming. “Come on, girl,” he rasped impatiently. “Strip down and let’s get started.”
I wasn’t used to having an audience for my lovemaking, but any qualms I might have had faded into nothing when Pearl calmly took off her halter top. There was nothing under it except her breasts, which sat on her chest as round and firm as grapefruits, their hard pink nipples pointing in my direction like miniature bullets.
Bert cackled. “Is that something?” he breathed. “Best tits in this whole state. I tell you, I seen tits man and boy for seventy years now, ain’t nothing like those tits. You take my word for it, George.”
“I will,” I said, my voice a little hoarse. Meanwhile Pearl was pulling her shorts and panties off, and then she was standing there naked. I felt faint.
“What you waiting for, boy?” Bert said. “You ain’t planning to fuck that with your damn clothes on, are you?”
I wasn’t. I took my clothes off. I felt a little self-conscious in front of Bert, but that didn’t diminish the hard-on that had developed when Pearl undressed. Bert chuckled when he saw it.
“Yeah, he’s ready, girl,” he wheezed. “Whyn’t you get down there and suck on that thing a little, make him even readier.”
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