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Mistaken Identity

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My loving husband and I have had a wonderful marriage for thirty years. That’s not to say we haven’t had the typical ups and downs, from time to time. But, through it all, we’ve been faithful to our vows and have never strayed. I contend that two of the important reasons for our marital bliss are: we both have a good sense of humor and an excellent partnership in bed.

We are always open with each other, regarding our sexual fantasies. Being so in tune with each other’s needs, we seem to know immediately when sex has become routine. That’s when one or both of us will act out some new fantasy to spice things up. Those fantasies, which often involved role-playing, never reached beyond the confines of the two of us -at least, not until recently.

“God Laura, I’m sorry, Honey,” said a dejected Jim, rolling off my naked body.

“That’s OK, Baby. It happens to guys once in a while. Don’t feel bad” I reassured him, glancing down at his limp dick.

“I can’t imagine what it is? You know you ALWAYS make me horny, with those big tits and sweet ass of yours,” he said, fondling my boobs.

“I know, Baby. Maybe you need to relax and we’ll try again later, OK?” I offered.

He nodded and we settled down for a night’s sleep. His inability to get it up had happened only a few times over the last 30 years, and that was mostly due to his getting drunk on the rare occasion. I sloughed it off as stress and rolled over to my side of the bed. As I started to doze off, I heard the distinctive sound of him whacking his meat. Suspecting he was priming his rod for me, I rolled back to face him. He was lying flat on his back, staring intently up at the ceiling and jacking on his half-hard erection. Watching him pleasing himself is always a real turn on for me. Not wanting to interrupt his obvious fantasy, I gently nuzzled my naked body up next to him. The effect of our naked bodies touching made him crank on his cock harder and faster. I felt it was safe to break into his trance. Besides, I was as wet as could be.

“Are you fucking me, Jim?” I whispered in his ear.

“No Laura… he is,” Jim said, as if he was in some hypnotic state.

“Hmm. Who’s that? Who’s fucking me?” I asked.

“This guy, this big guy.”

“Do you know who he is?” I wondered.

“He’s this guy I know from work. He’s fucking you hard with his big cock, from behind,” Jim stated, with a little smile forming.

“Ummm. Do I like his big cock in me like that?” I asked, feeling my pussy twitch.

“Oh YEAH! You like it a lot!”

“What about you, Baby? Where are you?” I begged, seductively.

“Me? Oh, I’m about to stick my cock in your mouth, while he fucks you,” he said, increasing his smile.

“Oh yeah, Baby. Like this?” I whispered and lowered myself to suck in the head of his full sized cock.

“OH GOD YES! YES!” He yelled and dropped his hand.

I leaned over him and took hold of his pole. On my knees with my ass in the air, I sucked on his cock. Up and down I bobbed, moaning and dirty talking at the same time.

“Oh God! He’s fucking me so deep. His cock is so big inside me and your big cock in my mouth. He’s cuming inside me, Jim! Oh God, Baby! Cum in my mouth! I want to feel you both cum in me.”

I jacked and slobbered all over his swollen meat, until I felt his body stiffen. His white, hot cum shot to the back of my throat and cascaded down the length of his rigid tool. My hand was soaked with his steamy juices, as I continued to milk him dry. Finishing up my midnight blowjob, I gave him a cum-filled kiss and we drifted away to sleep, naked in each other’s arms.

I reckoned that whatever was stressing him out or kept him from getting hard had been properly dealt with. I was proud to be able to give him that release, and had fun playing out our little fantasy game. I decided our sex life would be back to normal, so there was no harm in my pretending to make out with another man, this one time. I certainly never imagined what that one night of fantasy could have led us to.


Our unscheduled sex routinely happens every ten days to two weeks. Both of us are just on the other side of 50, so I consider that routine a normal, if not healthy frequency for having an active sex life. It had been over two weeks, since our last midnight session, so I was getting anxious for the next encounter. Jim was putting in extra hours of overtime after work that week, so he was often tired and ready to turn in early. Even wearing my skimpiest nightgowns to bed had no effect on him. Once he hit the bed, he was soon fast asleep.

Friday night of that week, he was finally home at his regular time. I suggested we go out for dinner and drinks to relax. He reluctantly agreed and we headed out for a familiar little bar we hadn’t been to for quite some time. I purposely dressed to impress, wearing a short, tight jean skirt and matching sleeveless blouse.

“Well, don’t you look sexy tonight? Another button, and you’d have everybody’s attention,” Noticed Jim, as we sat together at the unusually crowded bar.

I smiled, winked and slowly unbuttoned not one, but two more buttons. It was clear to my husband and anyone else in eyeing distance, that I wasn’t wearing a bra. The tight jean fabric hugged the sides of my d-size hooters, leaving my creamy cleavage on full display. My nipples hardened, as I watched the young bartender’s eyes stare at my chest.

“Uh, that’ll be eight bucks,” he stammered, placing our Martini’s down.

“I should charge you at least that much for enjoying the show,” quipped Jim, catching the sexy young stud off guard.

The bartender turned a quick shade of red, smiled sheepishly and nodded at Jim. The seedy little tavern was sort of a special hideout for us. Over the years we had been there on occasion to toss back a few, play some pool and shoot darts. If was a safe, little out-of-the-way haunt that offered just enough seclusion and crusty atmosphere to be an excellent stimulus for sex play. We had fond memories of one dark corner booth in particular, where I had gone down on Jim one late night. That was years ago and tonight the place was so packed; that little booth seemed miles away.

“I can’t ever remember this place being crowded like this!” I said to no one in particular.

“Oh, it’s never like this during the week. I mean, on Wednesdays you could hear a pin drop in here!” Remarked the bartender, who introduced himself as Josh.

Handsome Josh kept pace working the busy bar, but gravitated back to us, when he wasn’t pouring drinks. Being seated next to the waitress station, we learned all about him and met Jennifer, the young waitress on duty. Tall Jennifer was a shapely brunette working her way through college. Her short tight skirt left little to the imagination and her dark silky top opened to expose dam near as much of her firm tits as I was showing. As Jim and I sipped on our second Martini, I couldn’t help but notice an underlying connection between Josh and the girl –perhaps a deeper relationship that their barroom banter disguised.

“So Jennifer, are you and Josh seeing each other?” I asked, being nosy.

“Hell no! Why do you ask?” She wondered, with shifting eyes.

“I’m sorry. It’s none of my business. You two just seem so close,” I smiled.

“Well, the management would pissed off if they knew,” she started.

“Knew what!” I guessed some dark secret.

“Josh is my little brother,” she murmured, and touched my upper arm in confidence.

“OH, I see! I won’t say a word,” I said, returning her touch with one of my own on her arm.

“God Laura, you’ve even got that young girl looking down your blouse!” Observed Jim, while Jennifer went off to service the tables.

“Oh don’t be silly. These babies are just for YOU!” I said, swinging my tits from side to side.

“Just for ME? Those are too much for just one man. Maybe I ought to share ‘em,” he said, leaning over to kiss my neck and fondle my breast.

“Ooooh Jimmy, and just who would you share them with?” I asked and ran my hand up his thigh.

“Hmmm, how about Josh, or maybe Jennifer there?” He countered.

“Ooooh, that might be nice, but I couldn’t have you share me with someone I knew,” I said, playing with his fantasy.

“OK then, how ‘bout that guy from my work. You don’t know him?” He added.

“Are you serious? Oh my God, Jim you ARE serious aren’t you?” I recoiled in disbelief.

“Hey, it was just a thought. We’re just pretending right?” He asked.

“I don’t know if you are pretending or for real?” I wondered.

Facing each other on our stools, Jim and I moved closer together. My head grew dizzy from a combination of that last Martini and my husband’s hand inching it’s way up my naked thigh. Closing my eyes, to keep the room from spinning, I felt his tongue enter my ear. His familiar fingers found my naked pussy and I spread my legs open to his touch. The sloshing sound of his wet tongue mixed with my flowing juices to totally turn me on. I scooted forward on the stool to let his fingers slide easily inside my saturated hole.

“Lady, you are one hot looking bitch. I could fuck you right here and now –right in front of hour husband. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Whispered my husband in a low sexy voice.

“Oh God yes, but my husband would never approve,” I sighed, and ran my hand to his cock.

“Don’t be so sure about that. I think he’d approve, as long as he could watch.” Replied Jim, fingering my clit.

I was so horny, at that point I would have fucked the whole bar! Suddenly I felt another person standing in front of us. I glanced up to see in was the lovely Jennifer. She was standing, so as to shield our obvious foreplay from the patrons. Sensing we were now concealed, I unzipped Jim’s fly and dug inside his shorts. Turning our head slightly, I opened my mouth to take in Jim’s tongue, as I pulled his erect pole out of his pants.

“Uh, you guys are definitely a pleasure to watch, but I don’t know if everybody would appreciate it,” said Jennifer nervously.

“Oh Jen, don’t be such a prude. They’re just playing. No one’s paying attention to them anyway,” said Josh, watching the two of us.

“Yeah Jen,” I mimicked. “Can’t you see how HARD it would be to stop now!” I said, with eyes glazed.

Looking up into her dark eyes, I motioned with mine to look down at Jim’s erection. Her eyes widened and she unconsciously licked her full lips, as I brought her hand over to feel it. This was totally out of character for me. I had never shared my husband with another woman, but the thought of Jim sharing me with another excited me. Some erotic part of me wanted to share him with her. Jennifer coyly looked around to make sure no one was watching, as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. Watching her give Jim a hand job and feeling his fingers in my pussy sent me to an orgasm. Biting down on my lip to muffle my moans, my hand dropped from Jim’s thigh and conveniently landed next to Jennifer’s hose covered leg. Feeling myself about to climax in the middle of the crowded bar, I ran my hand up her thigh and underneath her short skirt. The damp heat from her pantyhose-covered mound told me she too was excited. I started cuming all over Jim’s fingers, when Josh bent over the bar to checkout the action. I positioned myself so my big tits obstructed his view, then pulled open my blouse to expose on of my luscious melons.

“Suck my tit, Baby. I’m cuming. That’s it, suck it hard!” I commanded, and pulled his head tight to my chest.

Josh was no novice to sucking tits, but probably never serviced one this large. When he soon found there was no way he could take it all, he focused his attention on licking my areola and biting my nipple. Nervous laughter and hoots started coming from the end of the bar. It wasn’t long before the whole bar was overreacting to our erotic exhibition.

Jim’s fingers made a quick exit, as did an embarrassed Jennifer. I gave Josh a peck on the cheek, while he gave my tit one final big lick. Shoving my wet boob back inside my blouse, Jim and I stood up to leave. The catcalls and innuendos continued. Josh said something to Jim. I winked at the red-faced Jennifer and we made our exit.

Jim and I made our way back to the car. I immediately hiked up my skirt and undid my blouse. Getting in the car, I spread my legs and fingered my pussy, while I licked on my tits.

“Oh God, that was SO hot! Take me Baby. Come here and fuck me now. I need your cock so bad!” I demanded.

“Gosh Laura. You are one hell of a sight. Look at you!” Jim said, eyeing my display.

“You can stop looking Mister and just DO ME!”

“Sorry Babe, I kinda shot my load inside,” he shrugged.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” I yelled in dismay.

“’Fraid so Honey, nothing left.”

“Nothing left? Is that so? Let’s just make sure, shall we?” I smiled and unzipped his pants.

I reached inside and pulled out his limp dick and sucked him for a good six minutes, before I finally gave up.

“Hope you’re not too upset, Baby,” said Jim, zipping himself.

“No, I’m not upset at you. I was all geared up for a nice hard fucking, that’s all!” I reminded him, as I put myself back together. “So what was Josh saying to you as we left?” I asked.

“Oh, he just thanked me for letting him suck your tit, and said we should come by when it’s not so busy –say on a Wednesday.”

“And what did you say?” I asked.

“I said I’d have to see in that was OK with you,” said Jim.

“So, you’d probably like to watch that young stud fuck me, right? Well, I think this little fantasy of yours is getting out of hand,” I figured.

“Hey, I didn’t see you objecting back there!” Jim recalled.

I sat quietly while Jim drove us back home. Trying to shake off the effects of the Martini’s, I closed my eyes, only to be treated to visions of Josh sucking my boob and Jennifer jacking off my husband. I felt my juices leaking out, as I recalled how erotic it felt when Jim pretended he was another man fondling me. These naughty sensations only served to excite me more. All sorts of nasty, lurid ideas flashed through my head. I simply couldn’t deny their attraction.

“So Jim, this guy you know from work –tell me more about him,” I said, watching his smile forming.

“Well, his name is…” he started.

“NO, don’t tell me his name. I don’t want to know that; just describe him,” I prompted him.

“He’s probably in his thirties. He’s tall, dark and well built. He is rather attractive and is single. Why, are you interested?” asked Jim.

“Hmmm, I suppose there wouldn’t be any harm in MEETING him,” I answered cautiously.

“GREAT! I’ll set it up for Wednesday and have you meet him at the bar. I’ll join you two later, you know, just to make sure everything is OK.” Said Jim eagerly.

“Sounds like you’ve got this all worked out. How long have you been planning this, you pervert?” I smirked.

He laughed.

“I’m not promising you anything, Jim!” I reminded him.

“I know. I know. If you’re not happy with him, we won’t take it any further,” he assured me.

“OK, so how will I recognize this guy?” I asked.

“Tell you what. I’ll have him wear a Pittsburg Steeler’s cap. And, you should wear what you’ve got on now –very sexy!” He suggested.


The deal was set. As the week wore on, I wondered how I ever agreed to such an idea. Jim and I weren’t swingers, by any stretch of the imagination. Our fantasy games, although sexy and fun, had never included others. What would this guy think of me? Worse yet, what would he expect from me? I decided there was no way I was going to let him fuck me. If I really liked this stranger, I’d let him feel me up or kiss me; that would surely be enough to make Jim happy. I dressed as my husband suggested, with the addition of a bra and panties. Downing a few shots of Vodka for extra courage, I took off for the bar.

Not wanting to appear too whorish, I only left my top button open, as I entered the dark little tavern. Josh sat with his feet propped up on the bar, looking as young and handsome as the other night. Seeing me, he sprang to his feet and gave me the biggest smile. I returned his smile with a flirty one of my own and noticed the place was empty, except for a man seated at the end of the bar. I could only see the back of the dark haired stranger, but guessed him to be in his mid-thirties. A slight chill went through me when I caught sight of a Steeler’s cap next to him on the bar. This had to be the guy. Taking a long breath, I sauntered down to the end of the bar. He seemed intent on watching some football game on TV, and only noticed me when I took a bar stool next to him.

“You must be rooting for Pittsburgh,” I said nervously.

“Why yes Ma’am, I sure am. How could you tell?” He said, turning toward me.

“I saw your cap,” I answered, staring up into his dark brown eyes.

His eyes lingered on mine, then quickly darted down to survey the rest of me. “Oh yeah, I guess that’s pretty obvious. So, are you a fan?” He asked with an attractive smile.

“No, not really. Football isn’t really my game,” I answered and playfully ran my fingers through my ash blonde hair.

“And, what can I get you tonight? How ‘bout a Martini?” Asked Josh from the other side of the bar.

“Yeah, get the lady a Martini and I’ll take another beer,” ordered the big man, before I could answer.

“Well, thank you kind Sir,” I smiled, letting my eyes roam down his muscular chest and up his powerful arms. “My name is Laura,” I offered.

“Mine’s Karl, pleased to meet you,” he returned and swiveled on his stool to shake my hand.

His huge warm hand wrapped around mine nearly twice, as he tightened his grip. He held on to my hand longer than necessary, just to get my reaction. I laughed nervously and slowly removed my hand. Hearing the familiar strains of an old country song, I turned to see Jennifer feeding the jukebox. Josh returned with our drinks. Considering Karl’s size and power, a wave of skepticism swept over me, but I trusted that my husband wouldn’t have set me up with just any kind of guy. I slurped down the strong Martini in no time.

“So Laura, if football isn’t your game, what do you like to do?” Asked Karl, lightly running his finger down my bare arm.

“My God, he’s coming on to me! Just hang in there girl!” I said to myself, feeling my body starting to heat up.

“I suppose one contact sport I like is dancing,” I said coyly, watching his finger make its way down my forearm to my hand.

“Well then, if we hurry, I’ll bet we can beat the crowd to that dance floor,” said Karl, taking hold of my hand again.

There was no crowd, of course. I decided that might be as romantic a line Karl could come up with, as I let him take me to the dance floor. I soon discovered there was little pretense with his dancing. Well over six feet tall, his huge frame smothered my 5-foot 5-inch body. Like being swallowed up by a grizzly bear, his large arms surrounded me and pulled me close. He was a good dancer though and before long I felt comfortable and surprisingly safe in his arms. The more we swayed together, I began to feel his dick pressing against my abdomen. By the song’s end, his hands were on my ass; pulling me tight against his erection.

“Hey, you’re quite the dancer Karl!” I said, pulling away from his grip. “Time for a refill, don’t you think?” I suggested, and escorted him back to the bar.

“Another round for the lady, Sonny,” commanded Karl.

I excused myself to the restroom, more to gather my head. Jennifer was coming out of a stall, as I came in. “Hi Laura. Doing a little slumming tonight?” She asked wickedly.

“Jen, you wouldn’t believe me, if I told you!” I said.

“Try me. I can believe about anything, after last week!” She answered, checking her appearance in the mirror.

“Oh yeah. That was fun!” I admitted.

“It was more than FUN! You guys got me horny as hell! I’ve never had thoughts about doing another woman, but when you touched me like that –WOW!”

“Really?” I asked, trying to recall just what I had done.

“Oh yeah! If the place hadn’t been so dam crowded, I would have probably fucked you right there on the bar,” she said, taking a generous step towards me. “So, tell me what your nasty mind is up to tonight, Honey,” she asked, brushing back her long, curly brunette locks.

Laying her hands on my shoulders, she let them ease down my chest and unbuttoned my blouse. “See my husband and I play these fantasy games…” I started, as she undid another button.

“Go on, I’m listening,” she whispered, staring into my eyes.

“Well, up until last week, these fantasies never actually involved other people,” I continued, as she unbuttoned the rest and pulled my blouse out of my skirt.

“OK, I see. Tell me more,” urged Jennifer, taking my blouse off.

The sweet young fragrance of her perfume filled my senses, as she leaned over and kissed my bare neck and unhooked my bra. I tried hard to catch my breath, as she seductively pulled my bra off and raised one of my melons to her mouth. As she licked and sucked my nipples, I pulled back.

“Uh, no offense, but I’m not really into other women,” I stated, and criss-crossed my arms to cover my bare chest.

“I know. Neither am I. Its just that Josh said your tits tasted so good, I had to try them for myself,” she said, lowering herself to her knees.

“He said that? God, he’s such a cute stud. Imagine him liking the taste of old lady tits?” I thought, as Jennifer ran her hands under my skirt.

Suddenly, she ripped down my panties, raised my skirt and buried her face in my pussy. Her talented tongue found my g-spot immediately. Losing all control, I fell back against the washbasin and let her bring me to a quick orgasm.

“OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GODDDD!” I yelled, as Jennifer sucked my fresh juices.

Frozen in disbelief, I watched foxy Jennifer scoop up my panties and bra and stick them in my purse. She kissed me full on the mouth, letting me taste my own cum. As quickly as she had seduced me, she fixed my skirt and returned my blouse.

“Now, what were you saying about fantasies?” She asked smiling.

“Oh yeah!” I said, shaking my head awake. “Jim arranged for me to meet this guy here.”

“That big guy, Karl?” She asked.

“I guess so. Anyway, Jim thinks it would be a thrill to watch another guy kinda get it on with me.” I admitted shyly.

“And you’re sure he picked that guy, Karl?” She asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know. Karl comes in her every once in a while. He’s sort of a womanizer –been trying to get in my panties for months.”

“Well, I don’t know about that. Jim just said this tall guy, with a Steeler’s cap would be waiting for me…”

“So what’s your husband’s big plan?” She asked.

“I guess, if I like him, I’ll seduce him a little. Jim should be here anytime. Personally, I think once Jim sees me putting the make on Karl, he’ll be happy enough. I hope!” I said.

“Well, just be careful Laura. That Karl can get pretty carried away,” Jennifer warned. “Oh, one more thing. I liked kissing your big tits, but I REALLY loved the taste of your pussy!”

I gave her a “thank you” kiss and we went back into the bar.

“Gosh Laura, did you fall in? I thought maybe you got tired of me and left!” Said Karl, from the end of the bar.

I laughed and downed my second drink, “No way, Big Guy! Jen and I were just having a little girl talk.”

“Little more than girl talk, I’d say!” Karl remarked looking at my open blouse.

“Oh shit!” I muttered and started to button up.

“Now don’t go and do that! I like a woman with big hooters,” he smiled and yanked me onto the dance floor.

“Tell the truth now. You and that girl were smoochin’ in there, weren’t you?” He asked, running his calloused hands under my blouse and up my bare back.

“Why would you say such a thing, Karl. I’m not into that!” I said.

“Oh yeah? So, you like doing it with guys?”

“You bet!”

“Prove it!” He demanded.

“OK, I’ll prove it!” I said and took his head in my hands and kissed him.

Letting my fingers roam through his hair, I opened my mouth and deep-Frenched him. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and brought his hands around to fondle my tits. Circling his fat tongue with mine, I sucked it in hard. He gripped my melons like they were tomatoes, as I pulled back.

“How’s that for proof?” I winked at him.

“Not bad, but do I detect a taste of pussy?” He smirked.

“YOU FUCKER! After a world class kiss like that, and you still think I’m not into guys? The hell with you!” I yelled and jerked away from him.

He pulled me back and held me tight, while I tried to squirm away. The more I tried to escape, the more he tightened his grip.

“Let me go, you fucker. You hurting me!” I cried, pretending to be in pain.

“KARL! Let her go now!” Josh advised.

“Shut up Junior! This ain’t your affair. The lady has something to prove and she ain’t done it yet!”

“Karl, cut the shit out, or I’m calling the cops,” warned Josh.

“No Josh. Don’t call the police. I’m sure we can work this out,” I said to Josh, remembering Jim would be along soon.

“That’s right Josh. We’re gonna work this out aren’t we little lady?”

I nodded submissively.

He and took hold of my upper arm. With my blouse wide open, my tits swung to and fro, as he walked me back toward the restrooms. I gave a reassuring glance to Josh and Jennifer, as we neared the men’s room. Just then, directly in front of us, the front door opened. There was Jim followed by a tall black man in a Steeler’s cap. The four of us stopped dead in our tracks and starred at each other. Jim, of course, had no idea what was going down. I was suddenly and painfully aware that Karl was NOT the guy I was supposed to meet.

“Jesus Laura, what’s going on?” Asked a bewildered Jim, starring at my chest and Karl’s huge hand holding my arm.

“Oh not much, Honey. Just seems to be a case of mistaken identity. I’ll be alright,” I said, half-smiling at Jim and his friend.

“The little lady here has something to prove, then we’ll be right back. Is that OK with you?” Asked Karl, holding me hostage.

Jim was visibly shaken, but nodded just the same, as Karl pulled me into the restroom. Certain that Josh and Jennifer would explain things to my husband, I reconciled myself to my fate. Locking the door to the small restroom, Karl began to undress. Without a word, I followed his lead and stripped out of my clothes. With both of us standing there stark naked, the big man spoke.

“You’re being very cooperative –that’s nice. I’m really not such a bad guy, once you get to know me,” he said tugging on his sizable cock.

“I never said I didn’t like you, Karl. You just have to learn a little patience,” I said, taking hold of his meat. “See, I thought you were the guy my husband lined me up with tonight,” I said, stroking his fat cock.

“So, your old man likes watching guys fuck you, is that it?”

“Well, up until now, it has been one of his fantasies,” I remarked and sat down on the toilet seat.

I pulled him toward me and took his growing erection into my mouth. Fondling his balls, I began to suck him harder and faster. His hand massaged my tit, while I slobbered and sucked down his tool.

“Your husband is going to a lucky man tonight and you are gonna be one, sore lady,” he said and pulled my hair to suck him deeper.

As his cock pushed against the back of my throat, I felt it growing. I backed away and felt the girth of it expanding by the second. Soon my jaw opened to its fullest and my lips were stretched to the point of tearing. It was far too big for me to suck. I moaned in pain, as I slowly withdrew it from my arching mouth.

“Can’t handle it, can you?” Laughed Karl, as my pussy wet with desire for it. “Before the night’s over, you’ll be begging for it,” Karl said. “Until then, let’s give your husband an appetizer, shall we?”

He held my head still with one hand and jacked his mammoth meat with the other. I sucked on the bulbous head of it, until I tasted his precum. Circling my tongue around and around the head, I sensed he was ready to ejaculate.

“OK bitch, here it comes. I’m gonna fill that beautiful mouth of yours with my cum, but don’t you swallow!” He commanded and let go a long stream of white hot cum into my mouth. “Don’t you swallow bitch! Here comes some more,” he grunted and deposited another full wad of thick cum. As it leaked from the corners of my mouth, he used his cock to force it back in. My cheeks puffed out, as he shot one final stream down my forehead and nose. I looked up at him and moaned. We dressed, as he continued to remind me not to swallow his plentiful load. Unlocking the door, he walked me back to the bar.


“OK Laura, now give your hubby a nice big kiss,” Karl said.

I walked to Jim and let him get a nice look at what a cum-covered slut I had become. A mixture of abject apology and disgust shown on his face, as I took his head in my hands. He recoiled as I pulled his face nearer. Pressing my lips tight against his, he got a nice whiff of Karl’s fresh cum. I closed my eyes and edged my tongue past his tight lips. Letting out a familiar moan, I brushed my naked tits against him. Turning his head slightly, his mouth opened and I stuck my tongue in deeper. He pulled my body to his. Feeling the beginnings of his erection, I opened my mouth and released Karl’s entire load into his mouth. I saw his eyes open wide, as he dealt with the copious amount of starching white cream. The first taste of another man’s cum coming from his wife fully aroused him. I was so turned on watching him, I needed to be fucked right then.

Karl had gone to lock the front door during our kiss. When he returned I was in the middle of disrobing my husband. I sneaked a peak down the bar and saw Jennifer’s hand come out from under her skirt. Apparently Karl had seen what I had.

“Well now, what do we have here, a side show? Did that turn you on, little girl?” He asked Jennifer snidely.

“No! And I’m NOT a little girl!” She stated.

Karl went over to her and put his hand under her skirt. She pulled his hand away.

“Jennifer, you little slut. You’re not wearing panties!” Said Karl, licking his fingers. “I think you lied when you said Laura and Jim didn’t turn you on.”

“So what if I did?” Said Jennifer defiantly.

“Hmmm. There’s nothing wrong with being horny is there Laura?” Karl asked.

“No,” I answered politely and reached for Jim’s belt buckle.

“See Jen, Laura’s not shy about it, is she? Why she’s so horny, she’d fuck anything with a cock about now. Isn’t that so, Laura?”

I nodded, smiled and pulled Jim’s pants down.

“Why don’t you sit next to Laura over there and see how she deals with being so horny,” suggested Karl taking hold of her arm.

She ripped her arm from Karl’s grip and came to our table. She flopped down in a nearby chair, spread her legs open and slumped back like a pouting little girl.

“Karl, you better watch yourself,” reprimanded Josh.

“Oh don’t you worry Joshy-boy, there’s plenty of sweet pussy to go around tonight,” Karl laughed. “So Hubby, why not introduce us to your friend, who was supposed to pork your old lady?”

“His name is Steve, but I never said anything about him….” Said Jim, standing, while I stroked his erection.

“No, you didn’t. Excuse me. Laura told me that,” Karl explained. “Steve, why don’t you stand up and introduce yourself to Laura?”

The tall, silent black man stood up next to me, smiled and said hello. I reached up and shook his hand and returned his hello. He started to return to his seat, when Karl stopped him.

“So Steve, you got a thing for old white pussy?” Snickered Karl.

“She don’t look that old to me,” said Steve smiling down at me.

“Thank you,” I whispered up at him.

“Well Laura, what do you think of that? I think the man would fuck you, if you let him. Why don’t you see if he’s got anything worth fucking, hmmm?”

“Should I Honey?” I said, holding on to Jim’s cock and looking up at him.

Jim smiled and nodded, as I licked some precum from his cock tip. Still kneeling on the floor between the standing men and slumping Jennifer, I reached up to Steve’s belt and undid it. Tall Steve stood silently with his hands on his hips, while I undid his pants and pulled them to the floor. Jen nervously shifted in her chair, as I pulled Steve’s shorts down. Steve’s extra long black cock sprung to immediate attention and slapped the side of my face. I heard Jim slapping his meat behind me, as I ran my hand from the base of his tool to the pinkish head. Steve’s stunning ebony meat got Jen’s attention, as she secretly hid her hand under her skirt again.

“Josh, what are you doing?” Cried Jennifer, seeing her brother now standing between Jim and Steve.

“Just came over for a better look. Don’t want to miss the action, ya know!” Answered Josh staring down at my boobs.

“You want in this action too, Baby?” I asked.

Not waiting for his reply, I went to work on his pants. Josh’s young, delicious 8-inch cock had a delightful little turn in it. I reached and stroked it with my left hand, while I long-stroked Steve’s cock with the other.

“God Jen, so many delightful choices. What do you think?” I asked turning toward her.

Jen had seen enough, and was thoroughly aroused, perhaps at finally seeing her brother’s cock. She stood up and tore open her top and stepped out of her skirt. Her large rounded tits were every bit as big as mine, but her slim tummy, long legs and trimmed pussy were more than I could compete with.

“I think I’ll start with you,” she said to Jim and walked him over to the pool table.

I figured that was my cue to start sucking some cock, as I watched my husband first mount the pool table, then Jennifer. I soon discovered Josh’s cock was the perfect size for deep-throating, so I had him lay on the floor. Leaning over to suck Josh off, Steve entered my pussy from behind. Finally, my first real fucking in three weeks! I was on fire. Listening to Jim and Jen balling each other, only made me fuck harder. Steve thrust his long black rod into my cunt, so hard I kept losing my mouth-hold on Josh’s tool. Soon I felt Steve grip my ass and thrust in me one more time, filling my pussy with hot spunk. He pulled out his cock and I immediately mounted Josh on the floor.

Josh’s sweet cock wasn’t as long as Steve’s, but it was much thicker. This brought me to an unexpected orgasm. The longer I rode him, the more intense my climax became. When he reached up and pulled my tits I came again. Leaning down, I let him suck my boobs and slow-fuck me with long strokes. Pulling my ass cheeks apart, he inserted a finger in my asshole and I came again. In the middle of that orgasm, he turned us over, hoisted my legs up to his shoulders and deep fucked me. His stamina was remarkable, as he pounded my pussy relentlessly.

“Jesus Christ Josh! Are you ever going to cum? How long can you keep this up?” I said, running out of breath.

“I can go all night for you Laura, if you want?” He said, with a devilish grin. “Maybe you’d like to take a break?” He asked.

“That might be best, Baby. You’re wearin’ me out!” I exclaimed.

He let my legs down and slowly pulled his slick pussy-pleasing meat out. I sat up and looked over at the pool table, where Jen had just finished fucking Steve. Pulling myself up to the pool table. I could easily see she was nearly exhausted as I was.

“Hi, that felt top looks a little more comfortable than that fucking floor. May I join you?” I asked.

The long-legged brunette moved over to one side and motioned me to join her. “I’m afraid the slate on this thing isn’t much better, but welcome aboard,” She offered.

I climbed up and slid next to her. Facing each other, side by side, we fondled each other’s big melons and smiled. Josh went back to the bar to fix us some drinks, while Jim and Steve stood on either side of the pool table ogling us. Karl the instigator, sat uncharacteristically quiet on a barstool, surveying the situation.

“That husband of yours sure gives a good fuck,” whispered Jen.

“I know. Steve’s very good too, but he’s so fast,” I remarked.

“I know what you mean! So, how’s Josh?” She inquired, running her hand over my hip.

“Ummmm. Baby, your little brother is one mother-fucker! We must have done it for a good 20 minutes and he still didn’t get off. You should do him,” I suggested and ran my hand between her closed thighs.

“Me, do Josh? Are you crazy? That’s fucking incest! Beside, he’d never…” She started, as I shoved my hand closer to her trimmed bush.

“Never say never, Jennifer! If you’ve ever thought about what it would be like, now’s as good a time as any to try. Don’t you think?” I whispered and teased her pussy lips with my finger.

She let out a moan and raised her leg, allowing me full access to her pussy. Recalling how she had pleased me earlier, I swiveled around and started eating her out. A good portion of Jim and Steve’s cum oozed out of her tight hole, as I spread her lips apart. Frantically, I sucked and lapped up every last drop, until I was left with nothing but the taste of her sweet nectar. I heard Josh’s voice serving the drinks to the other men, and knew he was at Jennifer’s head of the table. Maneuvering Jen’s pelvis for a good tongue-fucking, I felt her hands pull my hips over her. We were locked in a lesbian 69, with my ass facing directly at Josh. Jen and I licked away at each other’s pussies, until we were both on the verge of orgasm.

“Dam, I wish that bartender would do his job, and serve me a stiff one!” I said loud enough for everyone’s ears.

“Yeah Josh, go on and give her a stiff one!” Laughed Jim, from my end of the table.

I briefly looked back to see Josh climbing on the pool table behind me. The next sensation I felt, besides Jen’s tongue on my slit, was Josh’s cock sliding down my ass crack and easily into my saturated pussy. He picked up right where he had left me, as his deep thrusts filled my cunt. I knew Jennifer had a wonderfully unobstructed, close-up view of her brother’s cock fucking me. It was only a matter of time, before she took advantage of the situation. Josh’s strokes began to slow, as Jen’s tongue teased the edge of my pussy and his dick simultaneously. He gave me one more deep thrust and with his hard cock throbbing inside me, I heard him let out a yell. Jennifer was sucking her brother’s balls.

“Oh GOD, I’m CUMING! I can’t stop it! God DAM!” Josh yelled and I felt the first shot of his hot semen in my pussy.

I lunged forward and sat up on my knees, while his cock erupted and fell out of my pussy.

“Take him Jen! TAKE HIM!” I commanded, and moved off of her.

His sister automatically shoved her brother’s shooting cock into her mouth. “NO, No, I can’t. It isn’t ri—“ Josh yelled, trying to stop the inevitable.

“Yes Josh, you can do it! She wants you. See!” I said, massaging his ass.

He finally looked down at his beautiful sister wantonly sucking his potent cock. Licking my fingers, I slowly inserted two of them into his rectum. Bending them slightly I stroked his prostate gland, which took him to the ultimate climax. There was no holding back now. His thick cock erupted stream after stream of starchy jism into Jen’s mouth, before she whipped it out and sprayed her massive tits with it. I was enjoying the whole erotic sight, when Jim and Steve took me by my arms and helped me off the pool table.

“What are you guys up to?” I laughed, knowing full well what they had in mind.

They led me to a back office with a sleeper sofa. They had pulled out the sleeper.

“Now this is more like it boys!” I said, appreciating their concern for my comfort.

I stretched out on the thin mattress, spread my legs and beckoned Steve to mount me. The thin black stud wasted no time in impaling my waiting pussy with his long rod.

“Take your time Sweety. There’s no rush. Now come here Jim and let me suck your cock, while you watch your friend fuck me.”

Jim knelt, while I sucked him off and tried to pace the black stranger. Poor Steve simply couldn’t control his excitement. My pleading for him to slow down only seemed to make him want me more, as he prematurely shot his wad into me again. Jim was so taken with Steve fucking me, he soon emptied his load in my mouth.

“My, you guys sure are full of spunk tonight! Am I’m that sexy to make you both cum so fast?” I smiled and massaged my pussy and tits. “Can’t you see I need a nice slow fucking? Now which one of you can give me that, hmmmm?”

“You rang Ma’am?” Said Karl from beyond the shadows.

“There you are Karl! I was wondering what happened to you?” I asked, writhing on the mattress.

“Just biding my time little lady –waitin’ ‘til you needed a decent fucking,” he said disrobing.

Grabbing hold of both of my legs at the knees, I spread my pussy wide to accept his fat cock. He knelt at my snatch and slapped his fat dong against my wet pussy.

“So, is this what you want, Baby?” He scoffed and parted my lips with his big cock head.

“Yeah. Give me all you got big boy. Fuck me now!”

He slowly fed the rest of his erect dick into me. The girth of his tool stretched my lips, as it filled my vagina. I knew from the restroom escapade, there would be more stretching required. Letting my legs drape over his strong arms, I felt his meat growing inside me with each thrust. Staring up at Jim, with a face of despair and desire, I screamed.

“YES KARL, YOU BASTARD! Fuck my pussy, fuck me hard!”

Trying my best to wrap my legs around his large frame, I squealed as his swollen cock pistoned in and out. After several minutes of frantic fucking, he slowed his pace. He was making me savor the subtle flexes of his full meat inside me. Feeling his master tool against my cervix and rolling my clit, I had my first of many orgasms with the big man. Thirty minutes, maybe 45 went by, and he was still reaming me out. The two of us turned into a steamy sweaty mess and the other two men were loving every sultry minute. Finally Karl’s grunts and lingering deep thrusts told me he was ready to explode. Gazing overhead, I could see Steve’s cock glistening with precum and Jim, surprisingly wasn’t far behind.

“Come on Baby! Give me all you got! I want your hot cum in my pussy. Don’t stop! Yes, YES!” I screamed, as huge Karl emptied his enormous cock in my love hole. His juice instantly lubricated my sore pussy, while Steve shot out another load from his long black monster onto my tits.

“See what a cum slut your wife is? Come on Jim. I need your cum on me. Come on Honey and give it to me!” I begged, as my husband milked out another shot of transparent cum on my face. “Ummmm, such lovely cocks! I could eat you all up!”

I got to my knees and sucked each man’s spent cock until they were clean. Wearing the cum on my face like a badge of honor or a rite of passage, I followed the three of them back to the bar. Josh and Jennifer were going at each other like a pair of first time lovers. Jen was like some primal feline riding a bucking stallion. Her long dark curls and massive tits flying wildly with each rhythmic thrust from her brother.

“Je-sus, thank-God your-back Lau-ra!” She yelled, between thrusts. “We-been fuc-king like this, since you left. I can’t make him cum!”

“You poor baby! Josh, you are SUCH A STUD! Let’s see if we can’t rectify this problem, so to speak. Josh, come on now, you don’t want to wear out your welcome, do you?” I said, tugging on his arm.

“Dam, she’s so fucking beautiful. I mean you BOTH are, but I never realized how long I’ve wanted her!” Exclaimed Josh, loosening his grip on his sister.

“And, I want you too Josh. I just need a break, WHEW!” Said Jen, as she climbed down from the cum-stained pool table.

I had Josh and his 8-inch slick boner sit down on a straight chair. Dipping my fingers in my own honey pot, I spread plenty of spunk over my asshole. I spread my legs and backed up to his lap. Lowering myself down, I felt his rod on my pussy.

“No Baby, I need you to fuck my ass! That’s it right there. Now, don’t move; let me take you in.” I instructed and slowly let his thick meat slide inside my puckered hole. Once I’d taken it all I brought his hands to my tits and had Jennifer feed him her big tits. As he sucked on Jen’s melons and played with mine, I began contracting my sphincter around his cock. The more I tightened, the more his cock throbbed inside me.

“Oh GOD! It’s so tight, and your tits are so beautiful!” He yelled, between sucks.

“That’s right Baby! I’m gonna make a tit-man out of you yet. Now you need to fuck my ass and shoot your wad in my asshole, OK?” I said and started hard-riding his rigid rod.

Listening to the slurping, sucking and popping sounds behind me, I knew his sister was doing her job. I held his hands tight on my chest and made him grip my big jugs, as I pile-drived his wicked cock into my ass. While the other three men stood and jacked their cocks at my face, I rode Josh to a quick climax.

“Ummmm, that’s it Baby. Shoot that hot jizz into my fucking asshole! God, it feels so good!”

Black Steve worked up another load for me, which I eagerly sucked in my mouth, as Josh pumped in a few last spurts of cum. I climbed off of his still hard meat, turned and formed a boob sandwich with Jen. With his head buried between our melons, Josh slobbered and sucked our hard nipples. He had died and gone to boob heaven. At least that’s how he expressed it later.

This was the first and last time the six of us got it on. Jim and I still frequent that seedy little bar. When the time is right, say on an occasional slow Wednesday night, we always ask Josh if he wants to close up early. He’s never said “no” yet.

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