as the perfect employee.

Pattie and I were about the same age, though I can't say I felt as close to her as Bryan did to Troy. There was always something about her that made me keep a little distance. I was never really sure why they took up with us. I always had the teeniest sense that Pattie thought she was above us. I could tell that she really enjoyed the fact that Bryan worked for Troy, and she liked to remind us, very subtly of course, that she was being very generous by being our friend.

Not to say we weren't friends. We certainly were, or at least I thought we were. We shared all kinds of things, but I never could really trust her. I remember one time she asked about my sex life, and I told her it was pretty normal and she said she meant other than my husband. I was kind of shocked. When I told her that Bryan was the only guy I'd ever been with, she just sort of made this face that said I was so not cool. "Frigid?" she said with a laugh that I knew was meant to disguise her utter disdain for me. She reminded me so much of all the popular girls I remember from high school who would be friends to your face and just cut you into little pieces when you weren't around if they thought you didn't believe what they did.

High school was not a favorite memory for me or for Bryan. Neither of us were part of the popular crowd, like Troy and Pattie had obviously been. Bryan wasn't the least bit athletic in high school, though he always wanted to be. He wasn't cute or handsome and didn't have much of a body. It wasn't that he was skinny or fat; he was just pretty much average. He didn't have a car or nice clothes and he certainly didn't have money or an extroverted personality. Of the things that make kids popular, he really had nothing. But I liked him a lot for his kind of funky charm and self deprecation. We were boyfriend and girlfriend from our sophomore year. We never dated anybody but each other. We were both virgins when we got married right out of high school.

I wasn't really much in high school either. I guess I had more friends and certainly got asked out more than Bryan, but I wouldn't consider myself part of the popular crowd. I didn't have that cute little bouncy look everyone admired in those days. I was one of those girls that parents would say was going to be "stunning" when she grew up. Well, I never believed that and none of my friends paid any attention to it either. Who cared what you were going to be! As it turned out, I guess the parents must have been right. Just a few years out of high school, I did change quite a bit, though I'm still not sure why or how. True, I started to wear my hair differently, got contacts, and began to dress in clothes that accentuated my figure rather than the baggy shapeless things I liked in school, but still, I was surprised at the apparent transformation. I guess I first started to notice a difference while we were still living in New Orleans. I become aware that more and more guys were turning around to look again when I'd walk past. Some just openly stared. I got whistles walking by construction sites (but then what girl doesn't), and I started to get hit on a lot at work or even just shopping downtown, though it took me a long time to realize it.

I remember one time so vividly. I was in a supermarket in the Garden District just going about my business when this really nice looking guy comes up to me and tells me that he just had to tell me how "hot" I look, all the time staring right at my chest. I wasn't wearing anything very sexy, just shorts and a scoop-neck top that was maybe a teeny bit small. He could see from the ring on my finger that I was married, but he still asked me if I "date." I just smiled and walked away. I was kind of flustered, but also strangely excited by it all. Very excited, as a matter of fact. I started to notice similar sorts of things happening a lot after that.

When I told Bryan about it later that night, I was astonished at his reaction. I expected that he'd at the least raise his eyebrows and at the most get jealous, but instead he got all excited and had me retell the encounter, what there was of it, over and over. I got the sense that he was even a little disappointed that more didn't happen. I realized that he wanted me to be more turned on by the guy and what he said than he thought I was. Actually, I was excited myself, but was too shy to say so. I knew that was silly and that I should have told him how aroused I really was. So I decided I would embellish the story a little. That night in bed, he asked about it again, and this time I did add a little more spice to the story than what had really happened. I told him that as I turned to leave, the guy put his hand low on my hip, turned me towards him, and asked for my telephone number. I said I smiled and said maybe next time and slowly walked away, turning back to smile every few steps. We had very good sex that night!

That little encounter became an important part of our sex life. Bryan wanted me to promise that if that should happen again that I would give the guy my number or, even better from his point of view, that I would encourage him in some other way, like flirt openly with him. The idea that excited him the very most was for me to let the guy actually touch me intimately. I promised I would, though nothing like that ever happened again, except in Bryan's fantasy. The funny thing is, I really did want to. I just never had the courage. I was brought up to be a "good girl."

Unfortunately for Bryan, though my appearance had changed considerably for the better as I got older, if men's comments, stares, and come ons were any indication, Bryan had remained pretty much the nondescript character he had been in high school. He was very proud of the change in me, however. I think he felt having a good looking wife made him more of a man. He used to call me his "trophy wife," but only in private. He used to like to compare me to Troy's wife, Pattie. He would tell me that Troy's wife was a little less pretty and not as sexy as I was. I think it was the one way, probably the only way, in his mind, that he could feel at all superior to Troy. In Bryan's eyes, Troy was a player, and I think it made him feel confident and a little proud that he had me and Troy didn't. That's probably why he always wanted me to flirt with Troy, to prove he couldn't get me, I guess. Sad thing is, Pattie could string Bryan around her finger in a minute, and everyone but Bryan knew it. Still, in private, Bryan liked to insist on how much more attractive to guys I was than Pattie. Guys are sooo strange!

Truthfully, though, Pattie and I were physically very much alike, especially when dressed. I guess she likes her everyday clothes to be a little more revealing than I do, but our bodies look pretty much the same. We both have blonde hair and blue eyes. Mine tend to a greener shade than Pattie's and my hair needs a rinse to stay blonde. She insists hers is totally natural. It isn't, I can assure you. We both have really big boobs, though I know from trips to the spa that hers are just slightly larger, though mine probably seem bigger because they are rounder and much, much firmer. Her nipples are larger, and after two kids, brown. Mine are smaller and very pink. My waist, to use Pattie's words, is "impossibly small," though she is by no means much larger.
I think we would both say that our best feature, however, is our round hips and perky butts, and our long and shapely legs, which especially in heels, make a dramatically alluring package. ("Dramatically alluring!"...God, I sound so much like Pattie when I talk like that.) Our big difference, at least in Pattie's mind, is that I keep myself totally shaved, something that Bryan wanted initially, but which I've come to like myself quite a bit. Pattie keeps hers "closely trimmed." Pattie has never commented on me being shaved, except to arch her eyebrows, but I can tell she doesn't think much of it and probably tells her friends about it. I'm sure she thinks it's rather trailer park.

Pattie likes to flirt with Bryan, though I know she'd never do anything with him. That would ruin the power trip for her. Frankly, she plays him like a musical instrument, and the poor little sap just goes along. I never say anything about it because, truthfully, I don't see a lot of harm in it and it is a good boost for his ego…which needs boosting! As a matter of fact, it's Bryan's ego that sort of led us into the lifestyle we've been fooling with for the last three or four months. Bryan likes me to get dressed up as sexy as possible and then go to a club or bar and flirt a little and make some guy (or guys) think they have a chance with me. Bryan comes to the bar a little later, watches for a while, and then he comes on to me and, of course, ends up "winning" me and taking me home. He wants me to dress and act like a seductress that only he can tame.  Weird, I know.

But I don't mind. It's kind of fun a lot of the time. I like being kind of wild and reckless like that some times. It's exhilarating. The only bad part is that it's just never, ever quite enough for Bryan. When we're home in bed after a night out, he'll tell me that he wishes I would dress a little sexier next time or let the guys go a little further than I do. My God, I don't know how I could possibly dress much sexier without being totally naked. The last couple of times we've gone out my skirt was so short it barely covered my butt and my top was so tight and cut so low I could barely keep myself inside. In fact, while dancing with a guy just a few months ago, one boob actually popped right out! Bryan did like that! (When I told him about it in bed, I did too! Hee hee.) His latest idea is that I should let guys feel me up when I dance with them or let them put their hands under my dress while we're sitting at the bar. He's pretty disappointed that I just can't get myself to go that far, though in bed I always promise I'll do it next time. I always really intend to, but I always get too nervous when the guy actually starts to touch me to actually do what Bryan wants. Which is why what happened recently is so hard to explain.

On Bryan's twenty-seventh birthday late last month, Pattie and Troy wanted to take us to this hot club that they'd recently discovered to celebrate. When the day arrived, Pattie asked if it was all right if a good friend of hers from high school who was visiting for the weekend, a guy named Aaron, could join us. He seemed like a nice guy. Kind of quiet, almost mysterious, and strangely attractive in that way that's so difficult to account for. He was obviously extremely confident and had a way of looking at you that suggested he was interested but not enough to do anything about it. A definite challenge for a woman!

Being as it was Bryan's birthday, I decided that as a special surprise I would try my very best to act out what I could of his little fantasy. I would be as close to his little wet dream as I could be without embarrassing him in front of Pattie and Bryan and their friend Aaron. I knew it wasn't likely I could actually let anyone go as far as Bryan wanted, but I was going to seriously try. I mean I really was. I was going to dress as alluringly as possible and go as far as I could. If nothing happened, I would just make up a story, tell him that I had let a guy touch me. Maybe I'd say Aaron did, since he was a "stranger."

That particular evening was like sauna, so I decided to wear a thin little silk midriff camisole, whose scoop neck was maybe just a teeny bit too low and maybe a size too small as well. The thread-like spaghetti straps looked like they would likely burst under the force of my boobs straining against the thin, see-through fabric. The last time I had worn it, Bryan told me it was the hottest top I owned. A natural choice, then! A thought about wearing this seriously tight and tiny micro, micro mini that Bryan had bought for me last year from some erotic fashion site on line, but when I tried it on, I had serious doubts.  It was the tiniest thing I had ever seen.  The waist was worn half way down my hips and the hem ended a half an inch below my butt.   It was more like a belt than a skirt!  I would have to wear pantries with it because I could not sit down without exposing myself completely.  And I do me completely!  But when I tried it on and   looked at myself in that teeny micro mini and sheer top, I saw somebody I didn't know.  For some strange reason it excited me and I decided on the spot that I would wear the skirt.  And without panties! 
I remember Bryan getting all excited about a pair of five inch ankle-strap pumps I'd worn earlier that summer.  He said he loved the way my boobs bounced when I walked in them, so that was another easy choice.  So there I was in fuck me shoes, a skirt about the size of a small belt, a virtually see-thru camisole, and absolutely nothing else.  I never looked or felt sexier.
I was going to tell Bryan when we left that I was wearing nothing at all underneath this teeny micro micro that might get in the way of any hands that wanted to explore my body, so I was completely "accessible"! Which was his favorite fantasy-sex word.

The whole ensemble was probably really right on the boarder of sexy and outrageous (or maybe illegal!), but I really wanted to wear it and I was pretty sure I could pull it off okay. I could see Bryan was maybe a little hesitant about the way I was dressed at first, but I was pretty sure either I or a couple of drinks could change his mind pretty quickly. As it turned out, all it took was the look on Troy's face when he first saw me to make things right. He was nearly leering, which I could tell pleased Bryan immensely. I could see his mood change instantly. He was just so proud to have his "bitch" on his arm. The one bitch Tony couldn't have. I just completely relaxed after that.

I was pleased too, because this night was special in other ways as well. We had been trying to get me pregnant for over a year, and tonight my temperature said I would be at my peak fertility. Bryan has a low sperm count, so we have to make sure we make love during these peak periods. For Bryan, and I guess even for me, those times when we have to perform had become pretty much unerotic, and the last five or six times we tried seemed more like an obligation than a good time. I really wanted Bryan to enjoy me tonight. I had a sense that this could be the night I got pregnant, and I wanted it to be special. I was going to try my best to do enough on this night out to convince Bryan that I had been his erotic dream slut. In bed that night, his fantasy would turn into wild, wild sex! His birthday was going to be most special. The sexy outfit and the little slut wearing it were going to guarantee it.

As a surprise treat for the birthday boy, Troy had decided to take out the Shelby Cobra Mustang that he had been restoring for ayear for the first time.  Bryan was elated. He loved that car and talked about it constantly.  He had piles of magazines and books devoted to it, so this was really something special. Frankly, I wasn't sure I could stand up to the competition.

So with Troy and Pattie in the front seat, and Aaron, me, and a very, very excited Bryan in the back, we set off for the club Pattie and Troy had picked out. There is simply no room in the back seat of a Mustang, I can assure you, but there  seemed to be even less room in the back seat than I expected, until I realized that Aaron was sitting rather close to me, so close I could feel the heat from his leg burning against mine. I realized too that Bryan was sort of nudging me in Aaron's direction as well. It was strangely exciting.  We were all like literally wedged together.

I felt (and I guess was) nearly naked in the backseat in that skimpy outfit. I kept tugging at my tiny little skirt, but every turn we took caused it to ride right back up my thigh. When I realized after a while that Bryan was slyly helping it slither up my leg, I decided since it was his special birthday, I'd just let it happen. With Bryan's assistance, my skirt was soon within a fraction of an inch of showing everything. I just let it be. It wasn't nearly as hard to do as I thought. I could literally feel Bryan's excitement and could see the beginning of an erection pushing against his pants. That was a good omen, I thought!

Aaron, on the other hand, seemed completely nonchalant, but I did noticed him looking surreptitiously out of the corner of his eye nonetheless. It's funny how that excited me. I crossed and uncrossed my legs a few times which was just enough to push the dress that fraction of an inch higher necessary to reveal all. Without looking, I could tell that my cute little shaved pussy was peeking just below the hem of my skirt. I felt Aaron press himself a little harder against me. My heart started to beat as hard as Bryan's. I hoped my increasingly erect nipples straining against the thin silk of my camisole weren't as conspicuous as I feared.

The club was as good as Pattie and Troy had promised. The band was energetic, the crowd young and lively, and the atmosphere dark and tinged with the erotic. I was a little surprised, shocked really, when Pattie asked later in the evening if I wanted a little Ecstasy in my drink. I just shook my head no. But when she gave me that "oh, aren't we just the good girl" look and told me that she and Troy took it all the time and that they loved it, I thought, what the heck, why not. A couple of girlfriends I knew in high school had tried it and they all said it was a lot of fun. I had heard that Ecstasy put you in a good mood and made you feel mildly erotic, so I thought that might be just the thing to help me be a little more the girl Bryan wanted tonight. I turned to Pattie and said that I had changed my mind. She just smiled at me and said, "Good thing, darling, 'cause your first drink was loaded with it!" and just burst out laughing.

Bryan and I danced a bit, but I could tell that what he really wanted this night, the thing that got him most excited, was when I danced with Troy or Aaron. And maybe because of the Ecstasy, I don't know, or maybe the drinks, or maybe just the whole mood of the evening, that's what I wanted to do, too. In fact, I wanted to dance with as many guys as I could. I wanted guys to look at me. I wanted to get them excited! I was glad I had decided to dress so spectacularly sexy. I felt so seductive, so carnal, and really for the very first time in my life, just so totally uninhibited. Thanks to a combination of things, Bryan was going to have his slut wife tonight! Or at least that's what I honestly hoped to be.

Pattie turned out to be surprisingly helpful, dancing with Bryan a lot, which was unusual, since she normally will just get him excited after a dance or two and then ignore him the rest of the evening. She actually encouraged both Troy and Aaron to dance with me. That seemed strange to me, but Bryan was so obviously enjoying it, I gladly went along.

Aaron was by far the best dancer I had been with in a long, long time, something I really, really appreciate. I love to dance, and it might sound conceited, but I know I'm good. I also know how hard it is to find a partner who can bring the good dancer out in you. Aaron could do that, especially that night.

For me dancing is extremely erotic, in some ways as good as sex. I think the way we were dancing must have enhanced all the other erotic stimulants surging through my body, and during one of the few slow dances we danced, I guess I made that pretty evident to him. I didn't move his hand when he placed it lightly on my breast, and when I felt his growing erection moving against my thigh, I just completely melted into him, pushing my swelling breasts against his chest and just grinding my hips into his like some common whore. I wanted him to kiss me. Desperately so. Dancing, drinks, and Ecstasy had brought me to near abandon. Toward the end of the dance, he put both hands under my skirt, obviously exposing me to the entire dance floor. I wanted to be exposed. I think I would have let him undress me if he wanted. Well, at least I would have something truly erotic to tell Bryan, I rationalized, as we walked back to our table.  I had actually done what he wanted.  I had let someone touch me in an intimate way.

We left the club about 2:00 A.M., and to Bryan's total shock and joy, Troy offered to let him drive the Cobra. What a great present for Bryan! I was a little surprised when Pattie got in the front seat with him, but I was frankly tipsy and excited enough not to worry overly about it. Besides, I frankly didn't think it would be all that bad to be sitting beside Troy and Aaron...Aaron, especially. I would make it all part of the fantasy that I would tell Bryan about in bed that night.
We all squeezed into the back seat again, but this time, because Troy is so much bigger than Bryan, there was just no room at all.  So I knelt on the floor and leaned over the front seat. I was bit drunk, true, and had convinced myself that it would be just a little too erotic to find myself squeezed between Troy and Aaron (whom I was getting to like too much, I knew). But in truth, I had this overwhelming urge to be looked at. So instead, I leaned over the front seat and innocently showed my cute little ass to Aaron and Troy in the back seat and my boobs to Bryan in the rear view mirror. I was being such a provocative little cock tease, I know. But that's all I really intended to be—a tease! I just wanted to be arousing enough make Bryan's birthday fantasy believable. That's what I told myself, anyway. And anyway, what could happen in this tiny backseat.

So you can imagine how shocked I was suddenly to feel a hand stroking the inside of my thigh. I saw Bryan looking at me in the rearview mirror, but he was looking at what I wanted him too, my boobs hanging half out of the tiny camisole. I saw Pattie look, too, but I frankly didn't care at the moment. I had to quickly decide about the hand. I realized from the position of the guys in the car that the hand fondling the inside of my thigh had to be Aaron's. Obviously, I should immediately have reached back and quietly removed his hand, but then again, I thought in the haze of too many drinks and the erotic intoxication of Ecstasy, that this is what Bryan always asks me to do. He says he wants a stranger to touch me, and Aaron is a stranger. So why not? Tonight, I would just let it be.

Sensing no resistance from me, Aaron's hand continued to explore the inner flesh of my thigh. He moved his hand to the back of my leg, slithering tentatively higher and higher, until he found my bare butt and slowly but steadily began tugging my skirt up. And still, I didn't resist. The exhibitionist in me wanted both of them to see my body. Exhilaration surged through my body when Aaron finally slipped my skirt up over my hips. I was nude from the waist down for Tony and Aaron to see. 

With my tiny skirt now bunched at my waist, Aaron deftly moved his hand again to the inside of my thigh and gently began to nudge my legs open. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but if it didn't go much further than this, I reasoned, (and I didn't think it would, not in the car with Troy right there beside us), Bryan would be very excited about it later that night. So I gave into to the pressure of his hand and parted my legs slightly for him.

It appeared, however, that my idea about what might and might not happen was proving to be completely wrong. I knew Aaron wouldn't be surprised to find me pantiless and shaved. After all, I had given him quite a show on the way to the club earlier in the evening and he had actually felt my bare butt on the dance floor. But I imagine he was surprised to discover my legs opening so easily. So was I. I realized that if his hand moved just a tiny bit higher, he would also discover a rather wet pussy, shaved smooth as polished silk.
He found that an instant later. Again, I didn't protest. The second I felt his hand cup my pussy, I knew I really did have to make a decision. What would Bryan like to have happen and what, on the other hand, would put him in a jealous fit. From our many, many very erotic bedroom conversations, I knew he would get turned on by a stranger touching me—as I said, I had promised to do it so many times and never, ever had the courage to follow through—so I thought that maybe this would be the time. Tonight, given the mood I was in, I thought I could give him at least that part of his fantasy. After all, it was his birthday. And Aaron was a stranger. And I did feel brave. I decided, I would let his hand stay where it was. Just for a second or two, though! I had convinced myself that I was doing this all of Bryan.

Again sensing no opposition on my part, Aaron's hands began roaming freely over my ass and up and down the insides of my legs. My skirt remained bunched up over my hips, exposing my pert little bottom to him and Troy both. Turning my head slightly, I saw Troy grinning at Pattie. I realized that she could see my skirt up over my hips, too. I hoped she couldn't see what her high school friend was doing to me. I was probably too far gone for it to matter, though.

"How's everything going back there," Bryan grinned, obviously thrilled to be behind the wheel of that over-powered sports car of his dreams. I could tell he was kind of high and a little turned on by the car…and in no little part by having Pattie in the front seat with her skirt hiked up high on her thighs and enough of her boob peeking out from her dress to make driving dangerous. I wondered if she was wearing panties. Everyone in the car except Bryan could see I wasn't!

Aaron, growing less cautious, began to part my labia and delicately to stroke my clit. I had never been touched quite like that. Shivers ran up and down my spine. My body was on fire. Aaron definitely knew how to please a woman! I really thought I might pass out from the base emotions engulfing me.

"Everybody having fun?" Bryan laughed

"Oh, I think we all are," Pattie laughed back. "Aren't we, Candy?"

"Oh, gobs," I said, getting a little worried now as Aaron's finger began to slip in and out of my embarrassingly wet pussy.  I probably wouldn't tell Bryan this.

"Candy's probably having more fun than all of us," Pattie said, looking back at me to watch Aaron's finger sliding so easily in and out of me. Leaning provocatively over toward my husband and letting her boobs brush against his shoulders, she added with a giggle, "cause she's had the most to drink." And I heard Pattie and Troy just burst out laughing. "Are you having fun, too, Aaron?" she asked.

Aaron didn't answer. He was obviously intent on something else! I opened my legs a little wider for him.

I sensed him shift his weight slightly towards the center of the seat. A second later, he began to gently pull me over to the left, as if he were lining me up. I realized he must be directly below me now, and wanted me to sit on his lap. He was beginning to pull me harder and harder down toward him. It was going to be difficult to resist for long without making a spectacle of myself.

In my excited haze, I decided what could it hurt. Bryan would get all turned on when I told him I sat on the guy's lap, particularly since he knew I had no panties on. We'd have great sex out of it. So I gave in and slowly let him pull me back onto his lap.

You can imagine how I felt when I realized he was lowering me not onto his lap, but directly onto his very, very hard cock! I just froze. I tried to hold back. My God, I couldn't let him fuck me with Bryan inches away! The head of his dick was actually brushing against my labia before I managed the strength to stop. Unfortunately, with my skirt pushed up above my hips now, which I certainly couldn't let Bryan see, I was in a terrible dilemma. I couldn't rise up and get away from Aaron for fear Bryan would see my state of undress, and I most certainly couldn't push down. And then fate decided the matter once and for all.

Driving a little too fast, Bryan hit a big dip in the road. The car took a tremendous bounce, lifting my bare ass in the air and dropping me straight down right onto Aaron's perfectly positioned cock! In an instant, I was sitting squarely on his lap with my eyes and mouth wide open in total amazement...and with Aaron's iron hard, ridged rod driven deep, deep inside me. In an instant I had been penetrated far, far deeper than Bryan's cock had or could ever manage! I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips.

I remember it all so vividly. I see it in slow motion in my memory now, even though it happened in less than half a second, I suppose. I can still feel Aaron's beautiful cock slipping in so easily to the depth that Bryan normally goes, and then, a tiny hesitation, and oh my god, the incredible experience of my pussy being opened deeper and deeper and deeper than it had ever been! By the time my ass had slammed down into his lap, I felt I had been impaled on a telephone pole. I dropped my head on the back of the front seat and bit my lip to keep from screaming out. I had never experienced anything like Aaron's gigantic rod completely stuffed up inside of me, never knew there was anything like that to experience. And what was worse, I was starting to climax!

"Anything wrong, Honey?" Bryan asked from the from the front seat.

"No, I'm just feeling a little dizzy...from the drinks, I guess," I mumbled or moaned, I don't know which.

"Yeah, those drinks can get way deep inside you, can't they, Candy," Pattie said, grinning her stupid head off and putting her hand on Bryan's thigh. I turned my head to glare at her, but at that moment, Aaron slipped his hand under my ass, lifted and adjusted me slightly, and dropped me back down on his engorged cock It was just enough to put me over the edge. His beautiful tool was exploring regions of my vagina that no other man had ever discovered. I felt almost like a virgin as Aaron's rod parted layer after layer of unused pussy. I started to cum so hard. I couldn't completely stifle a moan. Thank God for the CD player and for Metallica being a loud band.

"Are we coming to our house soon?" Pattie said to Bryan, grinning and emphasizing "coming." Both she and Troy laughed so hard at that. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to want Aaron to stop, but what I desperately wanted was for him to fuck me even harder. I realized quickly that Pattie could see Aaron fucking me, and had, I came to believe, probably encouraged it. I just hoped above all that Bryan would never know that inches behind his back, his wife was having her cunt filled with the most magnificent erection she had ever felt.

Somehow, in my lecherous, drug induced frenzy, I had let Aaron pull the straps of my camisole down my shoulders and to twist my swollen tits free. He was using them now as handles to steady me as he guided his magnificent fuck tool deeper inside me. I was too far gone to care that Troy had joined in, rubbing the inside of my thigh and pulling my legs apart so Pattie could get a better view from the front seat and Aaron could have even easier penetration. I didn't feel any anxiety at all now, though God knows I should have. This was just the most incredible experience of my life. Each bump in the road would force Aaron deeper into me and drive me absolutely crazy.

"You're not getting sick, are you Honey?" Bryan asked.

"Oh, she's pretty sick, all right," Troy laughed

"Way, way sick," Pattie added. "Drive faster," she said to Bryan. "I love to watch what happens when the car hits those dips in the road," she intoned breathlessly.

It was sick, I know, but by then I was so into Aaron's fabulous cock revisiting areas of my vagina that no man other than he had ever been that I couldn't even reply. I, too, wished that Bryan would find every single dip in the road!

"Do you want me to pull over a sec," Bryan said, turning the CD down and slowing a little bit.

I had to do something then. Oh my God. I had to snap out of this sex induced delirium. I quickly tugged the top of my camisole back up, though I mysteriously let the straps hang down my shoulders, and pulled myself back up straight. Only my nipples kept the top from falling back down to my waist.

"No, I'm fine. Really. Don't worry. Everything is fine," I said smiling. But I couldn't stop rocking back and forth on Aaron's beautiful love rod. "Just a little high from the drinks." And at that very moment I felt Aaron's engorged cock begin to pulse and throb and suddenly begin to flood my pussy with what seemed like endless gallons of hot, burning cum.

Each forceful burst deep in my very, very receptive cunt drove me to paroxysms of pleasure. I had to lower my head again to muffle the most extraordinary climax I have ever experienced. Like miles away I seemed to hear Pattie saying "Oh, yes, everything is fine, really fine! Just keep driving," and just laughing and laughing.

When Aaron pulled out of me, I started to sit up before I realized that he had again managed to pull my camisole all the way down to my waist. He was plunging two fingers deep into my vagina and spooning his cum out of my sopping pussy. Pushing my head below the seat, he began to feed it to me. I licked it up greedily. I felt like such a whore. I had to pretend to Bryan that I was lowering my head to keep from being sick. The sensation of swallowing Aaron's delicious cum was nearly as wonderful as the extraordinary climax I had not yet completely recovered from.

Suddenly, I realized that Aaron was lifting and moving me over toward Troy. I had a definite feeling that Troy was going to fuck me now too. All I could think was, "Please, God, don't let Bryan see this."
I needn't have worried. Pattie had him completely mesmerized. He couldn't take his eyes off of Pattie, with her skirt now pushed clear to the top of her thighs and her boobs now more than half out of her dress as she squirmed around on the seat beside him. She was obviously very excited herself. I wondered if Pattie wanted Troy to fuck me. And if so, why.

I knew that what was about to happen was so wrong. How could Troy be thinking of doing his friend's wife, especially with him right there in front of him completely unaware? I could blame the drugs, I guess, but in truth, I can't really offer any excuse for myself except that the memory of Aaron's fabulous rod so deep inside me just made me so completely receptive that I couldn't resist at all. When Troy lowered me onto his waiting cock, I offered no resistance, none at all. I opened my legs and  quietly began to moan.

Oh my god! Troy's dick forcing its way into my cunt seemed even fatter than Aaron's and every bit as long. Were the two of them normal? Was Bryan's cock just small? With Troy grunting as his dick strained to stretch the walls of my vagina to accommodate his fat cock, I thought Bryan must surely know what was being done to his wife. But Pattie had managed to capture Bryan's total attention now, and when she turned the CD to full volume, Troy just went wild on me.

I tried to control him at first. I couldn't believe Bryan wouldn't see or hear Troy hammering my pussy. But eventually I just gave in. I lowered my head and raised my ass, spread my legs completely open for him, and eagerly accepted Troy's fat pile driver plunging again and again into my willing cunt. Aaron reached over and began pull hard on my nipples while Troy pulled my legs back on the seat and proceeded to fill my quivering fuck hole with his luscious meat. In wild abandon, I met his every thrust. Seconds later, Bryan's good friend had swamped his wife's pussy with another enormous load of cum. And Bryan's wife found herself in the throes of another incredible climax.

I don't know how I got myself back together before we pulled into Pattie and Troy's garage. Getting out, I heard Bryan say to Aaron, "Hey, what'd I tell you.  Great piece of ass, eh," and sawn Aaron give him a thumps up.  I smiled at them both, wanting desperately to go home with both of them and have them refill my yearning pussy with their luscious meat.
I knew I had to pretend to Bryan to be sick so we could go right home. Funny, Bryan's wife was finally his perfect slut-whore fantasy, and he had completely missed it.  He didn't get the birthday present he wanted, the present that was performing wild sex right there behind him in the back seat of that little Mustang.  Now, I surely couldn't let him make love to a pussy filled with Aaron's and his best friend's cum! I did feel sort of bad, though, and I promised myself that I would make it up to him the next day.  And then I turned over and fell asleep with visions of the two magnificent tools that had just plowed and seeded Bryan's fertile field.

Part Two:

After a shower the next morning, I tried to make it up to Bryan. I told him that I had sat on Aaron's lap and that I had let him go so far as to feel my tits and ass—through my clothes, of course, not bare. It was enough. Bryan got very aroused and fucked me as well as he could with his equipment, I guess. It was hard not to fantasize about Aaron and Troy plundering my pussy, but Bryan was happy, and though I was a tiny bit hung over, the memory of last night made me happy, too.

Pattie and Troy had invited us, along with a number of others, to an afternoon barbecue and swim party the next day. Bryan was still quite turned on by our morning love making and my "slut" story. He told me he hoped I'd try to be a little slutty this afternoon, too. He wanted me to wear this skimpy string bikini I bought but didn't wear on vacation last year. There was a good reason for that. The whole thing was about the size of a postage stamp! The thong bottom covered about an inch of my pussy and absolutely none of my ass. The bra covered my nipples, but barely. And I do mean barely! I honestly thought that would be way too much for the neighborhood, but feeling guilty about last night, I did want to please my husband. After he agreed to let me wear a sarong over it, I agreed. I promised to spend a lot of time jumping in and out of the pool. That seemed to satisfy him.

We walked over to Pattie and Troy's around 4:00. Troy greeted us at the door, pointed Bryan to the bar, and pulled me aside.

"I just want to thank you for last night and tell you what a really great piece you are, Candy," he said quite sincerely, I thought.

Sincere or not, I was really like totally shocked that he would be so blatant. I didn't know what to say, so I just mumbled "Thank you," and began turning red.

"Aaron and I both thought your pussy was so tight that we were wondering wonder if Bryan actually used it" he laughed. "You sure know how to use it, though," he added, smirking. "I loved the way you opened up for me."

All I could do was stammer something that I don't even remember. Something stupid like "Oh, I'm glad." I was totally, totally unnerved, and turning redder and redder.

"Pattie said you'd probably be pretty easy," he added, "but I gotta admit I was surprised at just how easy! I'll want a return visit real soon," he grinned, putting his hand on my ass and rubbing it.

I was just mortified. I was so shocked I hardly knew what to say. Turning beet red, I could think of nothing to say but another utterly vapid remark, like "Oh, okay.  Great." But I certainly had no intention of letting anything like last night happen again. I couldn't understand what had happened to me. But still, the awful, awful thing was that, way deep inside, I was truly happy that I had pleased him! I hoped that Aaron would feel the same way Troy did. God, what is wrong with me!

Bryan was already at the bar having a vodka tonic when I came out onto what Pattie calls the "cabana." A lot of people were there already, some from the neighborhood, Pattie said, but most of whom I didn't know. We're still pretty new in the neighborhood and I assumed that many of the folks there were friends from Troy's work. A lot of "strangers," I thought, determined to give Bryan his sex fantasy.

Bryan must have been thinking the same thing, because almost immediately he was encouraging me to take the sarong off. I wasn't quite ready for that, but I did loosen it enough to show a lot of thigh and an ample portion of boob.

Bryan was on his second drink when Pattie came over and asked me if I had seen Aaron. I said I hadn't, feeling my heart starting to beat furiously in my chest and my skin beginning to flush.

"Your wife looks really hot, doesn't she, Bryan," Pattie smiled, intentionally emphasizing the ambiguity of "hot."

"She's way hot," Bryan went along. I could see that he was pleased.

"Oh, Candy, there's Aaron over by the pool. Why don't you and Bryan go for a swim?" Pattie suggested. "I'll fix one of those 'special' drinks you like when you come back," she said, winking at me.

"I'm going to stay here and drink for a while," Bryan said. "You go ahead, Babe."

I knew what he was saying to me. He wanted me to take off the sarong. I was also pretty sure he wanted me to show a little something to Aaron, the object of this morning's sex fantasy. I wasn't sure this was a good idea, I mean, I still had some shred of modesty, but I remembered what I owed him and decided to oblige him as best I could. I'd just swim over, let Aaron and his friends have a quick look, and swim back. I hoped that would satisfy Bryan.  I did intend to show enough to make him happy, but not enough to get me in trouble again

Walking to the edge of the pool, I slowly unwound the sarong, turned and nervously threw it to Bryan. I could see he was pleased. Judging from the looks I got, I guess other guys were pleased, too. I liked that I looked pretty good, but I felt totally naked. The bikini really left almost nothing to the imagination. But I couldn't completely lie to myself. I knew that I also loved the reaction I was getting. I was really going to have to try to fight the slut I was becoming.
Diving into the pool, I felt my top pull completely away. I'd never been in the water in this bikini before, but flimsy as it was, I wasn't too surprised. I pulled it together, knowing it wouldn't stay that way long, and swam over to where Aaron was sitting with two other guys, one of whom was a very tall, athletic looking black man.

I looked back to see if Bryan was looking (he was) and asked one of the guys there to help me out of the pool. I suppose I was disappointed that it wasn't Aaron who volunteered, if I'm to be honest, especially since it was the black guy who lifted me out, and he got treated to the large handful of the wet, bare tit that could have been Aaron's. His hand looked so black on my white breast. I pulled away quickly, but I knew Bryan would probably be very aroused if he saw that, even if they guy was black, and that was what I wanted, after all.  I couldn't let him touch me twice though!

I covered up, but not very quickly, ignored the black guy, and said "Hi, good to see you again" to Aaron. I liked that he was getting a good look at the body he had so completely violated last night. I watched the wet skimpy top slip to the edge and just slightly beyond my hardening nipples...and did nothing to fix it. I desperately wanted him to see and appreciate what he had last night.

I loved the attention I was getting from the other guys around the pool, especially since I could justify it by saying I was doing it all for Bryan. I hoped he saw the guy sitting next to Aaron put his hand way up my thigh and leave it there momentarily and stroke my thong-clad ass as I was getting up to leave them.
I jumped back into the pool, holding onto my top this time, and started to swim back to Bryan.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw this guy, a sort of body builder type that I had noticed earlier, slip into the pool and start swimming toward me.
He caught up with me quickly, and grabbing me around the waist, he suddenly threw me into the air.  When I hit the water, my flimsy top came completely undone, and when he grabbed me again and this time just lifted me out of the water, I was totally bare from the waist up.
I was kind of angry and was about to say something to the guy, when I saw Bryan with a big, big grin on his face, so I decided to say nothing.  I really truly wanted to make up to Bryan about the night before, and if he was enjoying this, why not just let it be.  I noticed he wasn't the only one enjoying it, especially when the guy lifted me up over his head the second time and held me there and shook me in the air.  A lot of guys were vocally appreciative, I must say!!!
When he lowered me back into the water, I asked him his name. "Bart," he said.
"Well, Bart," I said, eyeing his well-muscled body.  "You are very strong and very, very forward!" I laughed.  "And very wicked, too."
"And you are fucking incredibly sexy," he said staring at my boobs.  "You work out?  I've never seen a better body, baby," and reaching down he quickly and deftly untied the bottom of my skimpy little bikini.  I was totally nude!  Luckily, I was also underwater for the moment, at least.
"You are so bad," I exclaimed, trying half-heartedly to wiggle away from him.  "Don't you dare lift me up again," I added quickly.  "My husband is right there and you have me like totally nude!"
"Yeah?" he replied nonchalantly.  "I hear your husband likes to show you off your hot bod.  That true?"
I didn't really know what to say, or who he might have been talking to.  "Well, just don't do, okay!" I said sternly but maybe unconvincingly.
But he had other things in mind.  He put his large hands around my tiny waist to, I assumed, lift me up again.  Exactly what I said not to do.  "Don't lift me all the way out of the water," I repeated sternly.  
And he didn't.  He lifted me high enough to show my boobs to a loudly appreciative group of guys at poolside, but this time, it turned out, he wasn't only lifting me to show me off.  He was also lifting onto his cock!
"What are you doing," I said quickly and nervously, as I felt the head of his cock brushing my labia.
"I'm going to fuck you!" he replied.
" Are you fucking crazy?  Everybody can see!"
"Baby, I can't help it.  You're too fucking hot to pass up," he answered, his voice growing huskier.
"My husband's right there, looking at us."
"Open your legs!"
"Didn't you hear what I said.  You're fucking crazy.  He's looking right at us," I said, turning my head toward my husband and smiling and waving innocently.  I certainly didn't want him to know what was going on under the water!
"I'm not letting you go, Baby.  You might as well open up for me," he answered pulling me closer to him.
I could see Bryan looking quizzically at me.  I didn't want this muscle-bound ape to fuck me with Bryan looking right at me, but for some insane reason, I did exactly what he told me to and opened my legs for him.  While I was smiling and waving at my husband, I felt the head of Mr. Universe's cock slide effortlessly into my open pussy.  "Don't you dare cum in me," was all I could stupidly think to say, as he immersed his cock totally inside me .
"My husband is watching, you know," I said nervously, while opening my legs completely now to accommodate  him. 
He never answered, and I guess it mustn't have matter to him because his penetration of me only quickened.  I looked around, but no one other than Bryan seemed overly interested, and I realized it must look like we were just talking.  Bryan, who knew I was topless, was watching with a big encouraging smile on his face.  I doubt he imagined that this guy's cock was now fully inside me and starting to excite me terribly.
I obviously didn't want to draw attention to this, so I just leaned back away from him so it looked like we were only talking, but that only made me that more open for him.  All I could think of to say was to repeat, "Please don't cum in me."
I guess he took that for license to continue doing me, because he started to fuck me in earnest then.  He wasn't very big or really very good, but the situation was erotic enough to get me even more excited, I guess, because I know from that point on I did absolutely nothing to discourage him.  In fact, the reverse is true. 
All the while Mr. Muscles was fucking me, I was watching my husband, smiling and flirting with him with my eyes, while encouraging my body builder to fuck me.  I was getting more and more excited and I guess making it evident, because I began to notice a few others now looking more closely at me and my body builder.
Just as I felt myself on the verge of climax, I felt his cum exploding inside me.  I just said to him "You complete shit!" but I also know I said it with a little giggle.
Bart took one more hard stroke inside me, making sure he deposited the last of his load as deep inside of me as he could.  "Sorry, babe," was all he said.  "You got me too fucking hot to stop."
"Well, you're still a shit!" I said feigning anger.  "You didn't even let me climax!  Now help me get my stuff," said, winking at him.
"Next time, Baby," he laughed.
Since there was so little to put on, I was dressed again in a second.  Bart said again that he intended to fuck me again very soon, and I just smiled and stuck my tongue out at him, and swam back to Bryan, who had a big, big smile on his face.

"You happy, honey?" I said, when I strolled back to the bar where, with Pattie's encouragement, Bryan  was drinking his third or fourth vodka. He just gave me this big, huge grin. I guess he was.
"I loved that big guy lifting you up," he said.  "You looked so incredibly fucking hot, baby!  Every guy here wanted you, I could tell.  But I'm the only one who gets you, and that really turns me on,'' he said thickly, putting his hand high up on my thigh.
"That's right," I lied, the feeling of Bart's cock still lingering inside me.  Pushing my body close to Bryan, I whispered, "All this is for you.  I want to show off for you, and I'm glad you're happy.  I can't wait for tonight in bed!" I added sexily.  He had no idea how horribly frustrated I was at that second and how much I wanted to cum.

I sat down beside my husband, and Pattie returned with a "special" drink she had made for me, a vodka and cranberry with the unmistakable aftertaste of Ecstasy. I knew I shouldn't do this, but this time I was prepared for its effects, and I was certain I could control myself. And I have to admit, I just loved the feeling I got from it last night, and I was going to make sure that this time Bryan got all the benefit of it later in bed. I owed him that, at least. I drank the vodka down quickly and made no objection when Pattie took my glass and with a knowing smirk went to refill it.

I kissed Bryan sexily and was on the verge of telling him to take me home and fuck me, but when I asked for my sarong, he said, no, he liked what he was looking at. I could tell from his slightly slurred speech that he was getting rather drunk, and I suspected that Pattie was encouraging it. I didn't know why, but I decided not to  interfere. I was getting a little high myself, and it wasn't entirely from the alcohol! I was feeling just intensely erotic and sexually charged.
But I did ask him again for the sarong, promising him he'd be pleased with what I did with it.
Walking to the bathroom, sarong in hand but not on, I loved the looks I was getting.  It's exciting to be desired, and I knew I was.  If someone just came up and took me right then, I think I would have gone willingly.  But I also knew that I really owed Bryan.  In less than twenty-four hours, three different men had been inside me, and now I really, really had to do whatever Bryan wanted me to do in order to make it up to him.  And I knew what that was.
In the bathroom, I removed the bottom of my bikini, and noticing the pool of Bart's cum puddled  inside, decided it would be best to just throw it away, which I did.  I cleaned up as best I could, wiping and tasting the cum that had run down my thigh, and tied the sarong very low on my hips, wrapping it so my entire leg would show when I walked.  The sarong itself was so sheer that it would be more than obvious that I had nothing on underneath it.  (I was very happy I kept myself completely shaved, because it would have been even more obvious then.)  I retied the bikini top so loosely that I would have to be very, very careful to keep from spilling out as I walked back to Bryan.  Not that I think he would have minded!
Pattie continued to feed Bryan drinks, and she kept my "special" drink filled, too. She flirted with him outrageously, and I played along, pretending to be jealous. Bryan loved it.  I was getting a ton of attention. Even some of the women commented on what a hot body I was.
It was exactly the atmosphere to feed Bryan's fantasy.  Sitting close beside him, I took his hand and slipped it easily beneath the sarong to show him how open, how "accessible" I was.  Bending slightly forward, I let the bikini top slip off my left breast. I told him I was ready to do absolutely anything he wanted.
"Would you like to see a stranger touching what you're touching now?" I whispered in his ear, opening my thighs to his touch.  "If you want me to, I'll make that happen for you," I said, opening my legs further and letting the sarong fall dramatically open.  "The next guy who sits by us can have this, if you want, Bryan," I murmured seductively.  "Do you?" I asked in a sultry low tone.
I could feel Bryan getting excited.
"I do want that," he stuttered.  "God, yes, I want that."
It was what I wanted, too.  I smiled at him and waited.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh god, yeah, baby, I do!"
"Okay," I said sexily.  I smiled up seductively at him, leaned back in my chair, and brazenly advertizing my availability. Everything was on display and totally assessible!
About fifteen seconds later, I felt someone sit down to my right.  Not looking at whoever it was, I crossed and uncrossed my legs, letting the folds of the sheer sarong part completely.  Whoever was to my right now had a completely unobstructed view of my silky smooth pussy.  Turning provocatively, I suddenly just froze.  The man on my right was the black man from the pool!  
 What I did next was terribly rude, I know, but frankly, being from the South, I'm uncomfortable around black men, especially in sexual situations.  Without bothering to cover up, I got up and moved to the other side of my husband. 
Fortunately, another man sat down beside me almost immediately.  I certainly didn't like the nasty look the black man gave me when I so obviously dissed him, but I turned my attention now to the man on my left, offering him what I had just offered the Negro.
He wasn't at all a handsome man, but he wasn't threatening, either, which I knew would make Bryan more comfortable.  I vaguely recall seeing him at other neighborhood parties.  His name was Alex, and I think he was a manager at the telephone company or something.  I just hoped he'd be aggressive enough to take what was being so deliberately offered to him.
To make sure he understood, I turned slightly towards him, opened my legs, and deftly pulled the sarong completely open. I smiled at him, asked him his name, and suggested that we might have met before.  He told me we had, and that he was "fascinated" by me.  I said that I found him interesting as well.  It took maybe five minutes of this semi-sexual social chatter and finally an overtly sexual display of my breasts before his hand found the courage to make its way up my thigh to my wet and very willing vagina.
As his fingers parted my labia and slipped inside me, I turned slightly to give Bryan a better view, only to discover to my horror that he was starting to get sick.  All of Pattie's drinks had done the trick.  I was suddenly so mad at somebody.  This met I had to go home, and it was way, way too early, barely past 10:00.  I saw the black man sneering at me.

With the help of Alex the telephone manager, I managed to get him home and into bed where he promptly passed out. I knew I should do something with Alex.  It seemed wrong to promise all that I had showed him and do nothing else.   I went ahead and kissed him and then offered no resistance when he began to fondle my breasts, but my heart really wasn't in it.  I let him undress me and take me to the couch, where we kissed for a while.  He caressed my clit, and I went so far as to take him in my mouth for a little while, but when he prepared to enter me, I knew I would have to make him stop.  I honestly did try to let him go on.  I didn't want to be a cock tease.  But after his fifth or sixth stroke in me, I rolled away from him and tearfully told him that I just couldn't do this with my husband passed out in the next room.  I promised him he could have me in better circumstances.
When he left, I was so disappointed in the whole situation, I began to cry.  I wanted to be at the party.  I wanted to be all the things I had promised Bryan I would be.  And now, nothing!
About fifteen minutes later the phone rang. It was Troy checking up on his "friend" Bryan. When I told him that he was passed out, he encouraged me to come on back to the party. They were just starting to dance and needed partners. I knew that would be just so wrong, and as much as I wanted to go, I sadly declined.
Five minutes later the door bell rang. It was Aaron. I nearly fainted.

Without a word, he walked over to me and began to kiss me, working his silken tongue clear to the back of my throat. He unwrapped the sarong and with one quick pull, he literally tore the flimsy bikini top from my body and began to caress my breasts.
"Did the guy who brought you home fuck you," he immediately asked.
"No," I quickly lied. I mean, he didn't like cum in me so it wasn't really a lie.
"Well, I am going to fuck you, Candy," he said, lifting me in his arms.

"Aaron, no! Please don't do this," I moaned between breaths. "This isn't right. I should have stopped you last night."

"Shut up, Candy. I'm going to fuck you now.  And then I'm taking you back to the party. But first, I'm going to fuck you," Aaron stated simply but powerfully. He had either heard nothing I said or was paying it no attention. "

I could hardly breath, my heart was beating so fast. "Right here?" I managed to whisper.  "My husband's in the bedroom!"

"Yes, right here. The idea of fucking you with your husband in the next room turns me on. Much like last night."

I tried to object, but ended up saying nothing at all. I couldn't. The Ecstasy had done its work again. My heart was pounding. My eyes glistened. I could hardly breathe. I whimpered "No, no, no," but offered no resistance when he carried me to the kitchen table.

I nearly died when he knelt down, spread my legs, and began to kiss my pussy and probe my clit with his tongue. No one had ever done the things he did to me there that night on my kitchen table. He sucked my clitoris into his mouth and very gently, very delicately placed it between his teeth, biting down ever so slightly. The sensation was simply overwhelming. I was thrashing around and moaning like a mad whore. His tongue meticulously explored the inside of my cunt and I couldn't help but push my vulva harder into his exquisite face.

When he stood up and removed his pants, I saw really for the first time the superb instrument that had so thrilled and filled me the night before. I could do little but gasp. Still, I had the sense to try to stop him again. I tried to squirm away, but he caught me by the legs and pulled me back towards him.
I suddenly panicked. Bill was in the next room and I could not let this happen. But he was too strong. I looked down again at his cock. It was so long and so hard, so very obviously manly. And oh my God, so obviously ready to penetrate and so certain to please.

He whispered in my ear how much he appreciated the clean smoothness of my soon-to-be-his pussy. While he prepared me to be fucked, turning me over and opening my legs completely. While he adjusted the position of my ass, I made one last effort to get away, but all I ended up doing was wriggling myself right onto his cock. Feeling his powerful pleasure tool edging into my vagina and his massive cock head parting my labia, I completely surrendered. I found myself suddenly brought literally to tears of gratitude. I began to weep and moan "Oh, thank you, Aaron, thank you, thank you," as each exquisite inch of his delicious rod slipped deeper into my loosening womb. "God, how I want you," I moaned like whore I knew I would be for him.

Suddenly, however, we both heard the bedroom door open and Bryan stumble into the bathroom. Aaron looked quizzically at me, arching his eyebrow as if to ask, "Well?"
I hoped the light was dim enough so that Bryan wouldn't see when he came back out, but it really didn't matter now. I was too deep into Aaron's entrancing use of my body. Turning towards him, I simply shook my head and whispered "Don't stop!"

It was obviously the answer he wanted. He laughed, called me a whore, and began to drive his bulging cock harder and harder and deeper and deeper into my yielding body. The climax I could sense coming would be unimaginably, I knew. Somewhere in the midst of this incredible climax, in between Aaron's grunts and my own low moans, I know I heard Bryan pause and stumble back into the bedroom. Aaron didn't hesitate a second. He continued his invasion of my aching cunt. I don't know if Bryan saw or sensed what was happening to his wife. It wouldn't have mattered. There's no way I could have interrupted that ferociously enticing assault on my perfectly prepared pussy.

When I came down slightly from my climax, Aaron slowed his rhythm and asked me if I had ever been "fucked in the ass."

"No," I answered sort of questioningly.

Aaron smiled and said, "Good. A virgin ass."

He pulled out of me and repositioned my ass to receive his glistening love rod. For some reason, frightened though I was at what was about to happen, I was deeply impressed that he didn't ask if it was okay to fuck me anally. Not that I would have refused, but I liked his confidence, liked that he would do whatever he pleased to me and never ask. We both knew that, in truth, I was his bitch now, not Bryan's. Sadly, I would gratefully do for him what I could never do for Bryan.

Aaron's first rending of my ass was far more difficult than I had thought. He had to struggle to penetrate me at first, (promising that when he had me fully opened he'd make sure that someone kept me that way for when he came back to visit!) His first full thrust also hurt much more than I had anticipated. Even biting my lip, I couldn't help but cry out in pain. Aaron laughed and paid no attention. He was so manly and so in control. I was his fuck meat, little more than that. And it thrilled me so that I was absolutely delirious!

He repositioned my ass, and simply drove harder and deeper. He knew it didn't really matter if it hurt. I certainly wasn't going to say no to him about anything, and he would have paid no attention if I had. He was fucking me for his pleasure, not mine. Ironically, that gave me intense gratification.

"I'm going to finish up in your mouth, Babe," he grunted between piercing stabs deep into my ass. "I don't want cum dripping out your ass while we're partying," he laughed.

Sadly, I was just beginning to enjoy the sensation of Aaron's cock tearing into my ass when he abruptly pulled out, ordering me to open my mouth.

I wanted so much to please him that I encouraged him to do anything he wanted, and I ended up trying to force him completely down my throat. I gagged and nearly threw up, embarrassing myself totally. I managed to recover just in time to receive Aaron's first gush of warm cum spurting into my open mouth. My mouth filled so quickly I couldn't swallow quickly enough to keep the last of his ejaculation from spraying over my face. He made sure no cum was left unswallowed, however.

Finished with me, he told me to go find something sexy to wear, something that would show everybody what "I got" while we danced. "We'll go show these rubes some stuff, huh, Babe."

"Okay," I excitedly answered, hardly thinking at all of the consequences. "Let me go change." Right then, I belonged to him. I was his bitch. Totally!

"Something sexy now, way sexy! I'm going to want to fuck you again tonight and I want to watch Troy fuck you, too."

I wasn't sure if he was serious about Troy, but deep down I knew that if he wanted that, he would get it. If so, I hoped both would finish in my mouth. I was already worried about being pregnant from the night before and the guy in the pool.

What I really responded to at that moment, though, was Aaron's offer to dance with me. I remembered how exciting that had been…and what it had led to. More so than I ever had with Bryan, I wanted to be so sexy for Aaron when we walked back in to the party and even more so when we danced. I was Aaron's girl tonight and I desperately wanted him to be proud of me. He deserved the best and I would show them all what a fine body Aaron had draped around him.

I knew just the dress I wanted. It was a sheer little backless V-neck that Bryan had bought me from Frederick's last year. I had never worn it for him. It was just too outrageously sexy. The halter top leaves the sides of my breasts dramatically exposed and the short little full skirt comes literally just barely to the bottom of my ass. I would wear for Aaron!

I went back into the bedroom and quietly rummaged around until I found it. I felt like such a whore standing there in the bedroom with the taste of Aaron's cum still in my mouth. But I also had the memory of Aaron's enchanting cock filling me with unbearable pleasure. I found the dress and the shoes I wanted and went into the bathroom to change. No panties, of course. I was sure Aaron wouldn't want that! The shoes I picked out were very similar to the ones I had worn the evening before at the club, except the heel was a little higher. Looking in the mirror, I was very pleased. The very short full skirt would present no impediment to his hands. The little dress covered virtually nothing. I was positive this is pretty much what Aaron had in mind by "sexy."
I knew I was right when, walking back to the front room, I reached up on tip toes to kiss him. He crushed me to him, his hands all over my body. "You are so fucking hot, Candy," he said quietly. I can't describe the bolt of passion that surged through me.

He stepped back, turned me around, nodding in approval. I nearly fainted in delight. He smiled and asked me how to get me out of the dress quickly.

"It's easy," I laughed, "Just untie the halter top."

A instant latter, the little sundress lay heaped at my feet, and I was in his arms again, this time totally nude, pushing my tongue into his mouth.

"Let's go," he said, pulling me towards the front door.

"You want me to go naked?" I giggled, slightly resisting.

"That's right, Baby. I want to show off that gorgeous body when we dance."

I reached down and grabbed the dress, but I let him lead me out the door and on to the porch completely nude. In fact, we were down the block and half way up Pattie and Troy's driveway before I could laughingly convince him to stop and let me slip the dress on.
I loved walking nude with him, I really did. It was exciting and dangerous, and I loved the way he didn't even care. When a car drove by and honked, all he did was cup one of my tits and wave at the driver!

At the door, I did ask him to please retie the halter, but he tied it so loose that the top hardly covered my breasts at all. Actually, it didn't cover them at all!  He ordered me not to retie it. God, he was masterful! He walked me back into the party with the back of my dress hiked up and his hand all over my naked ass.

The party was in full swing. Everybody was happy I was back. Aaron led me out on to the patio dance floor where we were going to "show the rubes." I don't think I have never danced better. The crowd shouted encouragement, maybe because when Aaron twirled me my skirt left nothing at all to the imagination, or maybe, I preferred to believe, because we danced so well together. When we finally sat down to rest, most of the women were looking daggers at me, but their husbands' eyes were saying something else!

We had a few more drinks, and got lots of compliments (from the guys) about our dancing. We both were feeling very excited, me remarkably so. I couldn't wait to get out on the patio to dance again. Finally, Aaron grabbed my hand and led me out to dance, but this time he whispered in my ear that he wanted me to take the dress off while I danced. I can hardly believe this, but I did it!

I turned around and asked Aaron to untie me, and then I very slowly danced my way out of it. When the skirt cleared my hips and I kicked it away, I really went wild, dancing like a mad woman. I never saw the dress again.

The next thing I knew I had, I think, four guys dancing with me. None of them touched me, though, which I thought was strange, but I could hear them all talking about my body, especially my tits and my shaved pussy. Somewhat later (I don't know how long), somebody (I don't know who) walked me back to the cabana area, sat me on a bar stool, and started feeding me drinks. Truthfully, I don't remember much of that and hardly any of what happened afterwards. It's all just a bunch of hazy, unconnected images.

I remember feeling a pair of very large hands encircle my tiny waist, lift me off the chair, and push my head down towards the bar. Looking down I saw an enormous black cock just beginning to disappear into my tight, white pussy. I remember hearing a guy say, "Look, Clay's fucking her" and dimly recollect hearing a neighborhood woman I saw standing next to Pattie say, "Surely, he's not going to put that whole thing in her!" and Pattie reply, "That whore? Of course he is!" And I guess he did just that, lifting me off of the ground with each hard stroke.
Clay, it turns out, was the guy I had dissed at the bar, and he was violently making up for it.  I recall hearing people in the crowd urging him to fuck me harder, and he certainly obliged them. The climax I experienced made me know what a fool I had been.  He was magnificent. 
I have this vague image of later being dragged to a lounge chair and being "partied" by a number of guys.  How many, I don't know.  Pattie says she lost count at twelve.

Somewhere in the middle of this I dimly recall Pattie coming up laughing with an big spoon in her hand and urging one of the guys to scrap cum out of my cunt and feed it to me.  And then I clearly recall my body builder guy grabbing me by the ankles, flipping me over and dragging me tits down over to the garden hose where another guy stuck the hose inside me cleaned me inside and out.  Muscles dragged me back to the patio by the hair this time and left me for another group of guys to have fun with me.

That was most of what I can remember. Troy says that a whole other group of guys who came late to the party fucked me after that. I'll take his word for it. The one dominate memory I have is wondering when Aaron would do me. Troy said he used my mouth. I don't even remember. That hurts so much.

The last thing I recollect is Clay walking me out to a car parked outside and apparently selling me for some cocaine to the man there.  I, of course, made no effort to resist.  It seemed futile now.  The cocaine dealer fucked me bent over the hood of his car. 
Then somehow, how I don't know, two young black boys, I guess maybe fifteen or so, somehow picked me up and walked me home.  I remember one asking the other if he had ever had white pussy, and both saying no, but now they were getting some. 
In my stupor I led them home, where one bent me over the porch railing and fucked me viciously alternating strokes between my ass and cunt. When he finished with me, the other took me into the foyer, which still had the lights on, and had me kneel down in front of him with the door wide open while he fucked me in the mouth.  I somehow ended up being fucked by both again on the lawn.  And then for some reason, which I will never know, the one held my legs open while the other kicked me viciously in the cunt, calling me vile names all the while.  Tiring of that, I guess, the younger one dragged me out to the gutter, rolled me on my side and put my tit up on the curb and held me there while the older one sadistically stomped my breasts, first one, then the other.  The older one then held me for the younger to do the same thing.  And lastly, maybe to prove their contempt for while women, the older one stubbed out his cigarette on my left nipple.

Thank God, I had the sense not to go straight to bed when they finished with me and left.  I managed to stumble into the bathroom where I had quite a shock. I had cum in my hair and on my face, and cum mixed with blood running down my thigh. My tits were all scratched up, I guess from being dragged across the patio, and horribly swollen from the stomping.  My nipple had a horrible blister where the black boy had burned it.  I had bruises everywhere. I managed to take a shower and put on a long, ugly cotton nightgown and slipped quietly into bed.

I don't think Bryan ever knew anything, though he told me he had a weird dream about me fucking a guy in the hall. I slept in that awful nightgown for nearly a month, pretending to be not feeling well. Bill was all excited when I missed my period and I know he thought that's probably why I had been "sick" those weeks. I was terrified, as you can imagine. I had no idea whatsoever who the father might be, and knew that we could easily be surprised by a very black baby. Luckily, I miscarried three and a half months later. I never saw Aaron again.

There's a part three to this story, but I'm tired now, and besides, Troy is coming to fuck me any minute now.  It's that time again, but Tony will probably be the one to plant the baby Bryan wants to replace the one he lost.