It's An Open House Part 17

"That's one suit that's not going with you," I laughed, as he undressed.

Although I've grown accustomed to my v.a.g.i.n.al musk on Milt's face, it was almost too strong that night when he kissed me. My excitement must have been obvious. When I told him about the b.l.o.w.j.o.b I gave Justin, his c.o.c.k was hard again and be mounted me. I climaxed on the fifth stroke but encouraged him to keep going. We climaxed together in less than ten minutes. Afterward, I shared my fear that I might lose control of the game with Justin and let him take me. I told Milt how much I loved him, and said I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our marriage. I suggested I visit my mother for a few days so that it wouldn't get out of hand.

Milt's reply surprised me. "Gwen, you were a virgin when I married you. I had s.e.x with a lot of other women before we met. Justin's attention has reminded you how attractive and s.e.xy you are. You are beautiful, you know. If you're going to have s.e.x with someone else, he's so young plus he'll be leaving in two weeks-this may be the best situation. It won't destroy our marriage."

Milt has shown a jealous streak, so I had to be sure it was okay. "Won't you be jealous if I let him do me?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "The thought of another man's hard c.o.c.k entering your body causes me a pang of jealousy. But at the same time it excites me. All I ask, if it happens, is that you always use a condom and that you always tell me all about it afterward." He kissed me and said he loved me whatever happened, then rolled over and went to sleep.

The next morning, after I'd inserted the special bag in Milt's suitcase, he left for the airport. I bathed, shaved my legs and went out to purchase condoms-the first time I'd done that in twenty years! I bought some sponges too, then came home.

I invited Justin in for lunch at noon and went in the house to prepare a deli cold-cut tray. When he arrived, I greeted him topless, with an ap.r.o.n around my waist and only bikini panties under it.

We didn't even start to eat. Justin kissed me and ran his hand under the ap.r.o.n. I led him to the bedroom, undressed him, rolled a condom onto his c.o.c.k and had him lie face up on the bed. Since he liked to fondle and suck my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, I mounted his c.o.c.k so they dangled in his face. When we finished, I asked him to give me head. He couldn't hold a candle to Milt in that activity. We had lunch, then went another round before he went back to work.

That night Milt called and thanked me for the panties. I gave him brief details. The next day Justin took a mid-morning break with me, and a mid-afternoon one as well. It became obvious that the novelty of my large b.r.e.a.s.t.s was wearing off as our s.e.x began to lose intensity.

When Milt got home that evening, I filled him in while he licked my a.s.shole and p.u.s.s.y and brought me to a powerful o.r.g.a.s.m. We took a weekend trip to a bed-and-breakfast in the country, where Milt could unwind after a difficult week. While we were gone, Justin finished the roofing and started painting. He knocked on the door mid-morning on Tuesday and said he was finished. I hugged and kissed him and asked if he wanted to do me one last time. We did a 69, then f.u.c.ked once more.

The experience was good for me, and I think for Milt. But I don't want to do it again, at least for a while. Milt is a better lover than Justin. Still, we often recall and savor the experience before having s.e.x.-G.N., Oklahoma City, Oklahoma LET'S HOPE THOSE DRIVERS SNEAK OCCASIONAL PEEKS AT THE ROAD!

I'm not sure when the fantasy of my wife exposing herself to strange men began. Erica is about five-three and is in her fifties but looks a lot younger. She works out every day, so her body still looks real good. She has a nice round a.s.s and big luscious thighs. Her t.i.ts are about 36D, and her big brown nipples are real sensitive. All you have to do is touch them and she's ready to f.u.c.k!

It must have been when we'd been married about ten years. We went to a Little League baseball game. Erica was wearing a summer dress that had a full skirt, and underneath the dress had only bikini panties on. The dress was cut low in the front, so she was showing a little cleavage. I had gone to the concession stand to get a cold drink. My wife was sitting on the fourth row of bleachers, and on my way back I saw from underneath that she had her legs spread open and her dress was hanging low. I could see all the way to her crotch, and stood there wondering how many other men could see what I did.

I didn't say anything, but when we went to bed I told Erica what I had seen and said that other men had seen up her dress and were probably jacking off at home thinking about her. I saw how hot she was getting and told her I got a big hard-on knowing all those men were jacking off thinking about her.

A few weeks later we planned a trip to the horse races, about a three-hour drive. I fantasized for days about Erica exposing herself to truck drivers on the highway. The more I fantasized, the hotter I got. The night before we left, I snuggled up behind Erica in bed and, with my hard c.o.c.k up against her soft a.s.s, told her my fantasy. Did she get excited! I played with her jugs, and she reached back and jacked me off. I warned that if we didn't stop, I'd come, and I wanted to save it for tomorrow. I asked her to wear a real short skirt with no panties. She said she'd think about it.

We left about nine. It was a hot day, and Erica was wearing a real short skirt with a silky blouse and no bra. After about an hour, I asked her to tilt her seat back and pretend she was sleeping. It wasn't long before an eighteen-wheeler was in front of us. I opened her legs, raised her skirt to the top of her thighs and started playing with her p.u.s.s.y. I had on a pair of loose-fitting slacks and no underwear. I asked Erica to feel how hard my c.o.c.k got as I pulled alongside the truck. I pa.s.sed it real slow and gave the driver a good look at her legs and my hand on her p.u.s.s.y.

I told her the truck driver probably had his c.o.c.k out and was jacking off looking at her. That got her so hot, she unzipped my pants and jacked me off. She was so hot, she leaned over and sucked my c.o.c.k. I picked up her skirt from behind, and all of her a.s.s was showing as I pulled up beside another truck. Every time I told her that the truck driver was jacking off looking at her a.s.s, she just got hotter and hotter.

When we got to our hotel we had to change clothes so we could catch the shuttle bus to the track. I asked Erica to put on this dress that was light tan and real tight. It b.u.t.toned down the front all the way from the top to the bottom. I asked her to unb.u.t.ton the bottom three or four b.u.t.tons and not wear a slip or panties. She stood by the window and spread her legs. The sun was really bright, and I could see right through her dress all the way up to her crotch.

When the shuttle bus arrived, the driver was a young black guy. He was helping all the ladies climb up the stairs into the bus. As Erica got on, I watched him just stare at her a.s.s, which really looked good in that dress. I got really hard knowing how much this handsome black guy liked my wife's a.s.s.

We sat across the aisle from the driver. He kept turning and talking to us, but I knew he was looking at Erica's legs. She had unb.u.t.toned four b.u.t.tons from the bottom of her dress, and he could see her big soft thighs. When we got to the track, the driver helped the ladies step down from the bus. My wife stumbled, and he grabbed her-one hand on one of her big t.i.ts, the other on her a.s.s. I thanked him for "saving" my wife, knowing he'd just felt her up!

We were the first to get on the small elevator that took us up to the fourth floor of the racetrack, so we went to the very back and Erica backed up against me. My c.o.c.k was flush against her a.s.s. I leaned over and whispered to her that the bus driver, having gotten that good feel of her t.i.t and a.s.s, was probably in the bus jacking off. She rubbed her a.s.s up against my hard c.o.c.k.

I could hardly wait to get back to the hotel so we could f.u.c.k like never before. I asked Erica to grab the same seats on the bus, and suggested she undo a few more b.u.t.tons from her dress to give the driver a really good look at her legs and p.u.s.s.y. She said if that's what I wanted, she would. Well, it was the same driver, and his eyes lit up when he saw my wife. This time when he helped her up on the bus, he really checked her a.s.s out.

Once again we sat across from him, and now Erica's dress was really open. He kept turning to talk to us, and it really turned me on knowing what he was looking at. I whispered to my wife to spread her legs and let him see her p.u.s.s.y. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, and I know he saw her p.u.s.s.y.

When we got to the hotel, I saw a bulge in the driver's pants as he helped the ladies down. Before Erica stepped off, I whispered to her to rub against his c.o.c.k. When she stepped down, her hand brushed against his bulge, and did he smile! He looked at me and knew what I'd seen. I grinned, and he knew we'd all had a good time. When we got to our room, I almost tore Erica's dress off. In bed, I talked about the bus driver and all those truck drivers thinking about her and jacking off.

In a few months we're going to Las Vegas. I have a few things planned for that trip!-J.T., Jackson, Mississippi HERE'S A BLACK COUPLE FANTASIZING ABOUT HAVING s.e.x WITH A WHITE GUY Cynthia and I have been married for ten years. I'm forty, and she's thirty-six. We're both black. As with most couples, our s.e.x life became kind of boring due to the ha.s.sles of jobs and things.

Cynthia, who's five-eight, a hundred twenty-six pounds, is a supervisor at a large retail store, and is always being hit on by coworkers. There's one guy who's nuts about her, Joseph, about twenty-eight, five-seven, one-sixty. He's bought her lunch several times, and she always tells me. She knows I don't mind, since he's younger than she is and he's white. We both have a good laugh about it.

Not long ago we went to the Gulf Coast on a vacation tour of the local casinos. Cynthia hit a jackpot-not a big one, but not too small. We stayed in our hotel room that night and ordered room service-first a bottle of wine, and then some food. A white kid about twenty brought our order. He was very polite, and said if we needed anything, just to call and ask for Steve.

I gave Steve a big tip, and Cynthia walked him to the door. When I told her how he'd checked her out, she laughed.

"Walt, I can't help it if they like what they see." What she said then surprised me: "He's cute and nice, and polite, not like Joseph. But he's so young!"

Was she saying she found him s.e.xy?

"Kind of," she said.

Did she want him to f.u.c.k her?

"Are you serious, Walt?" she said.

I said it was up to her, and I could tell that she was thinking about it. When we finished eating, we called down to have Steve bring us some more coffee. He was there in no time. Cynthia thanked him and gave him another big tip. This time she also asked what time at night he got off. He said at eleven.

"Maybe you'd have dinner with us when you get off tomorrow?" she said.

"Sure. I'll bring something extra."

My d.i.c.k began to get hard. Cynthia noticed it after she let Steve out.

"Yes, I want to do it," she said. "But now I better take care of that for you."

The next night Steve brought our order plus some extras. Cynthia told him what we had planned, but only if I could be there. He said he didn't mind. He couldn't hide his hard-on. After we ate, we got undressed. Steve had a nice hard c.o.c.k about six inches long, curved upward. It wasn't as thick as my eight inches. He sucked Cynthia's b.o.o.bs. Then she took his c.o.c.k in her mouth. She had Steve eat her out.

I pulled my d.i.c.k out.

Cynthia told Steve she wanted him in her. He got on top of her and pointed his c.o.c.k at her p.u.s.s.y. He soon found her opening and in two thrusts was all the way in her and began to pump away, then stopped, then humped again. This kid had control of his d.i.c.k. In about five minutes she had an o.r.g.a.s.m. When she recovered, he began to pump away again. She soon had another o.r.g.a.s.m, and he came with her. He got up, and she said she wanted me in her. My d.i.c.k slid right in her sloppy p.u.s.s.y. I never felt anything like it. I came in about two minutes. I saw that Steve had another hard-on and told him to go for it. I watched him do her for fifteen minutes more. After he left, we both were so excited, we just stayed in bed in each other's arms. Cynthia admitted she'd thought a lot about young white guys. She asked if I'd be mad if she let Joseph f.u.c.k her.

My d.i.c.k got hard. "Can I watch?"

"You can watch," she said.

The week after we got home, Cynthia brought Joseph home one night, as we planned. At last this young stud who'd had the hots so bad for Cynthia would get his chance! I hid in the closet. We didn't want Joseph to know I knew.

Once they arrived, it wasn't long before they reached the bedroom. I had a nice view. Joseph knew what he was doing, and took his time. He ate her out good, and she sucked his c.o.c.k, which is about a good seven inches.

Cynthia cried out, "Oh Joseph!" After he entered her, she threw her arms and legs around him, and they really went at it. It was different watching Joseph f.u.c.k her. I was a little jealous, but my d.i.c.k was rock-hard. I stroked it. I could tell that Cynthia loved it. She kept telling him to f.u.c.k her harder. Then she had an o.r.g.a.s.m. Joseph slowed down, then f.u.c.ked harder again until he was about to come. She kept pace, and they came together. I couldn't hold it any longer and shot come all over the closet door.

As soon as he left, I was all over her.

"f.u.c.k me, Walt," she said.

When I told her I'd lost control in the closet, she smiled. "That exciting, huh?"

"Yes, baby. You enjoyed it so much! You're going to f.u.c.k Joseph again."

"You bet!" she said.

My d.i.c.k got hard again. I slid it in Cynthia and soon exploded. I've since seen Joseph f.u.c.k her many times, and she f.u.c.ks him at work and tells me all about it.-W.S., Memphis, Tennessee SHE KNEW THE PLACE WAS WIRED FOR VIDEO WHEN SHE PUT ON HER SHOW.

The security camera in our tiny vacation cabin captures our cleaning lady, Lucy, doing our house plus a.s.sorted other "activities." Now don't freak out, friends! I clearly post-inside and out-the fact that cameras secure our cabin.

When the security guy installed the system, I wrote down what he told me about the coded keypad and hid the data in a kitchen drawer, which led me to develop a racy theory last weekend. When we arrived at the cabin Friday night, my wife, my Scandinavian G.o.ddess Ingrid, was so tired that she just bathed, had a gla.s.s of wine and went to bed. As soon as I heard heavy breathing. I crept out to the mud room to retrieve that week's video. I started the tape and got an immediate erection.

In the first "scene," Lucy was taking a needed break from her housecleaning. The slightly built beauty was so soaked in sweat, her bra showed through her tank top as if it wasn't covered. Peeling off tank top and jeans, she viewed herself in bra and panties in the long mirror on the cabin's lower level. Probing her wetness, she removed her underwear and stood naked before the mirror-and the camera. As she sat down to rest, I admired her sweaty back and bare a.s.s. As she stood and turned around, I thrilled to her small b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the jet-black pubic hair running up to her navel and down her muscular thighs.

But just as she started to perform, flexing her muscles and admiring her lean body, the video blanked out briefly. Then it restarted with Ingrid and me doing the nasty upstairs on our bed. I was pounding her sweat-covered a.s.s. Had the humidity caused the signal from the keypad to malfunction? Or was this some head game of Lucy's?

For some reason Ingrid hates it doggie-style, even though I've developed a comfortable version-I stand flat-footed at the edge of the bed with her ample a.s.s right at the edge, allowing deeper and more intense thrusts. There I was on the tape, in full color, pounding away, feeling Ingrid's lovely b.r.e.a.s.t.s and f.u.c.king her nipples. The camera caught the blonde hairs shooting out her a.s.s crack with each retraction of my c.o.c.k.

Just as Ingrid and I would have come, the video reverted to Lucy doing herself in the mirror and coming-as if our own private film editor had spliced it together! Alas, when the guy came to check the system, it turned out to be a malfunction induced by heat and moisture.-P.C., Saint Cloud, Minnesota WHEN SHE SAW THIS STUD SERVICING HIMSELF, SHE TOOK CARE OF HERSELF.

I'm a twenty-eight-year-old woman now living in an apartment complex on the edge of town. The woodsy landscaping makes it pretty private and keeps out the riffraff. Most of the tenants are in their early thirties. I only know a few of them. I've exchanged h.e.l.los and smiles with a few others, but that's about it.

There's one person I've had my eyes on for a while. He lives in the apartment two doors down from me, and he's gorgeous-dark hair, a deep tan, rippling muscles. When he smiles, his dimples make him look so s.e.xy. Women knock on his door at all hours of the day, so he must be a real Romeo. I learned from his mailbox that his name is Greg.

Last Tuesday it was sunny and hot by seven in the morning. Thinking I'd have the pool to myself that early, I went out for a swim. As I cleared the pool wall, I saw Greg, looking even better in his trunks, lying on a towel by the pool.

The sun beat down on him, and I hesitated by the gate, realizing Greg hadn't noticed my arrival. I saw the outline of his manhood through the thin material of his trunks, and felt weak at the size of it. He moved his hand to his abdomen, then moved it farther down and casually rubbed his rod. From where I stood I saw it continue swelling. I was stunned, to say the least, but at the same time powerfully turned on.

Greg didn't even check to see if anyone was around. The huge bulge now protruded out the top of his trunks. He lowered the front of them, releasing his ma.s.sive organ, then gently stroked and squeezed the crown. I felt myself get wet and was surprised at the speed of my arousal. I put pressure on my p.u.s.s.y by pressing my legs together.

I had to get a better look. I slipped in the pool area and hid behind the shower stalls. I saw Greg, but he couldn't see me. His strokes got faster, and he was close to shooting off. I couldn't resist any longer. I plunged two fingers in my hole and f.u.c.ked myself while I watched. His c.o.c.khead swelled as he spewed come. Gasping, I came too. I ducked in the shower so he wouldn't see me. But he just wiped himself off, gathered his things and left, as though nothing at all had happened. Back in my apartment, recalling what I'd seen, I brought myself to another climax.

I hope the two of us will finally meet and get together, so I have the chance to be with Greg face-to-face, and skin-to-skin.-G.R., Boca Raton, Florida

Cl.u.s.terf.u.c.ks.

HER s.e.x-HAPPY PAST CATCHES UP WITH HER, TO HER HUBBY'S GREAT DELIGHT Gina and I were in college together, but at that time I never dreamed she would one day become my wife. She came from a small town and a very protective environment. Let loose in a big college, she wanted very much to fit in, and in her naive way she let this desire carry her far beyond what most girls would consider the realm of acceptable behavior. Gina was only about five feet five, but well proportioned, with blonde hair, a beautiful face and a warm and loving personality.

In her freshman year she started dating an uppercla.s.sman named Kyle, a soccer and swimming jock and a very charming ladies' man. Kyle taught her about s.e.x, including how to suck c.o.c.k, and she loved it all. Kyle had the reputation of being exceptionally well hung, so she was able to learn from the best.

I heard about these events at the time through the stories and rumors that went around the school, but they have since been confirmed by Gina herself, now my wife.

Kyle had a friend named Avery, whose father was a real estate agent. He would sometimes let Avery use an empty house for a weekend party before putting it on the market. On this particular weekend Avery invited eight or ten guys, along with their girlfriends, and of course Kyle and Gina were included. The guys hauled mattresses from their dorms, and stored up a huge supply of beer, alcohol, snacks and pot. They spread the mattresses out around the huge living room, and though it was warm they built a fire for light, as the electricity was turned off. They also made sure they had plenty of candles.

The party was a great success from the beginning. At about two in the morning Kyle declared that he wanted to get some sleep, so he dragged his mattress upstairs to one of the bedrooms. He came back to get Gina, and some beer. Several of the other guys also moved their mattresses to private rooms, where they retired with their girlfriends. Some of them probably had s.e.x, and some of them simply pa.s.sed out from drinking too much.

Kyle had made sure that neither he nor Gina drank enough to incapacitate them, but Gina was not used to alcohol and was feeling no pain. Kyle didn't bother to close the door to their room. It was fairly dark, with only a few candles burning, and the moonlight entering the room through the curtainless windows. At one point Avery and another guy named Dino happened to pa.s.s their room. They had gone downstairs for more beer, and on their way back they saw Kyle's open door. Looking in, they saw Gina sucking Kyle's c.o.c.k while he finger-f.u.c.ked her p.u.s.s.y. Kyle saw them standing in the moonlight and motioned for them to come in, which they did. Avery started playing with Gina's t.i.ts, rolling her nipples between his fingers, and Dino took over for Kyle at her p.u.s.s.y, playing with her c.l.i.t and probing her c.u.n.t, while Kyle enjoyed the b.l.o.w.j.o.b he was getting.

Gina was so hot she had lost all her inhibitions. She didn't protest as they rolled her on her back. Dino eagerly took to eating her p.u.s.s.y while simultaneously f.u.c.king her with his finger. Avery still concentrated on her nipples, holding her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with both hands as he moved his mouth from one to the other, sucking the nipples, adding to the frenzied pleasure she was feeling from Dino's tongue. Kyle was kissing her, plunging his tongue deep in her mouth while she sucked on it avidly. Between kisses he whispered encouragement to her, telling her to let herself go and experience the utmost pleasure. Gina went wild.

"Yes, yes, oh, I love it!" she cried. "I've never felt anything like this! Oh, do it, do it!"

They soon had her on her hands and knees, getting f.u.c.ked by Kyle while she sucked on Dino's c.o.c.k. Avery lay beneath her, tantalizing her t.i.ts and c.l.i.t as she took care of the other guys' c.o.c.ks. They switched places several times, so that each of them had access to both her mouth and her p.u.s.s.y. Kyle warned them not to come in her p.u.s.s.y so they wouldn't make her pregnant, but they each pumped two big loads of come into her mouth before leaving her with Kyle.

The next day Kyle a.s.sured Gina that she'd done nothing wrong, but had simply made it possible for all of them to enjoy themselves in the most wonderful manner. In his charming way, he convinced her that she was the best woman he'd ever known. In this way he got all the b.l.o.w.j.o.bs and p.u.s.s.y he wanted. Gina loved giving him pleasure, and didn't mind doing it for his friends as well. They had threesomes with Avery or Dino a couple of times, but did not do it with both of them again until several months later.

Avery's father had told him about a secluded empty farm that he had not yet sold. Avery suggested that he, Kyle and Dino get together a picnic lunch and some beer, and take Gina on a quiet picnic in the country.

They took along some blankets and a mattress. At the farm they played some Frisbee until they were all hot and sweaty, after which they all stripped and jumped naked into the pond. After that they took Gina up to the barn, where they had left the mattress. Kyle started things off by asking her to enlarge his shrunken c.o.c.k, which had been shriveled by the cold water. Of course Avery and Dino soon joined in, and Gina sucked all three guys off. Then they took turns f.u.c.king her again.

Kyle graduated that spring, and all of them drifted apart. It was only after that that I really got to know Gina well. I knew about her past, and was fascinated by it, and by her. She responded to my interest, and eventually we were married.

Two years after that, Gina and I attended a wedding, where we happened to run into Kyle. He'd had a lot to drink, and just before we left he took me aside and said that he hoped I was enjoying all the things he had taught my wife. Then he laughed and said, "You must know about us, right?" I told him I did, and that I didn't mind one bit. "Well," he said, "I bet Gina would like a refresher course."

"That's fine with me," I said. "Whatever Gina wants she can have."

Kyle just laughed at that and strode away. I went looking for Gina, but by the time I saw her Kyle had gotten to her first. It looked like he was coming on to her. I stood and waited. Finally Gina came over to me. She told me that Kyle was in no condition to drive, and suggested that we take him to our house.

By the time we got him home he had pa.s.sed out. We got him stripped down to his undershorts and put him to bed in the spare bedroom.

About four in the morning we heard him stumbling around looking for the john. Gina got up to guide him to the bathroom. I must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing I knew it was about six, and I heard Kyle saying. "Don't leave yet, baby, I've got more for you."

A few minutes later Gina came back to our bed. I pretended I was asleep. I knew he'd f.u.c.ked her again. But I was not jealous. Actually, I was turned on!

Later that morning we were in the kitchen when Kyle came down in his undershorts. He acted like he was king of the walk. He patted Gina on the a.s.s, then bent forward and planted a kiss on her breast. He looked at me and said, "You're a lucky SOB to have such a fantastic wife. I never got married because I couldn't find another woman like her."

After he had eaten he got up, threw his arms around Gina, and French-kissed her right in front of me. He winked at me as he went upstairs to take a shower. When he called for a towel, Gina took one up to him. She didn't come back right away. Finally I went upstairs to see what she was doing. Through the open bathroom door I saw her on her knees, sucking Kyle's c.o.c.k. Kyle just grinned at me.

After that Kyle began coming over on weekends, and I was often left alone in bed, or working around the house, while he and Gina f.u.c.ked. Gina and I talked it through, and I a.s.sured her it was okay with me. She told me she would call it off anytime I wanted, but I explained that it really turned me on to think of her with Kyle, and it made our s.e.x life better when he wasn't there. Gina and I still love each other, so all of us are happy.-J.H., Grand Rapids, Michigan THIS BAKERY MANAGER LOVES BLACK MEN, AND THEY CALL HER THE DONUT HO.

A few months ago you published my letter telling about how I had spied on my s.e.xy young wife Molly as she snuck off to a motel with two black guys who were doing some carpentry work at the bakery she manages. She was supposed to be working late, and I was supposed to be playing golf, but instead I watched through the motel window while she had all kinds of wild s.e.x with her two black studs. This is what happened later that night.

I went back home, very turned on. I decided not to tell her what I'd seen, leaving open the possibility of seeing more of it in the future. Molly came home around ten o'clock, looking fairly fresh for someone who had just partic.i.p.ated in an all-out f.u.c.kathon, I offered to make her a drink, asking how her work had gone.

"It's a good thing I went back to the store," Molly replied. "That new girl had everything screwed up!"

As she took a big sip from her drink I stepped behind her, reaching around and ma.s.saging her lovely t.i.ts while kissing her neck. Her b.o.o.bs were still swollen with excitement. As I tried to slip my hand down her jeans she suddenly stopped me, setting her drink on the counter and turning around. In two seconds flat she had my pants and underwear down around my ankles. Dropping to her knees, she stroked my hard c.o.c.k.

"Ummm! What got you so hard?" Molly asked.

"I missed you," I said.

"It looks like my husband needs some special attention from his favorite bakery lady," Molly said.

"Do b.l.o.w.j.o.bs fall under that category?" I asked.

"They do tonight," Molly said as she proceeded to deep-throat my swollen member. All I could think about while she sucked my c.o.c.k was watching her earlier that evening with those two black studs, f.u.c.king them like an out-of-control nympho who couldn't get enough d.i.c.k. Finally I couldn't take it any longer. "I'm going to come!" I announced.