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Subject: {ASSM} REPOST: Karen's Second Adventure MMF
Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2003 16:10:04 -0500
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Jim's Wife 2
Karen's Second Adventure

        Karen had gotten up early this morning and showered. She couldn't 
sleep. Last night was just like the other recent nights. When Jim kissed her 
she thought of Bob. Good wives didn't think of other men at times like that, 
or anytime at all for that matter. She tried to put Bob out of her mind. She 
didn't even know his last name.

        The previous weekend had upset her. She had acted like a slut and she 
wasn't a slut. She was a respectable wife with a child and a nice home. She 
was a teacher in a nice school. However it wasn't exactly an accident that she 
had acted like such a slut the weekend before. She and Jim had always enjoyed 
acting out their fantasies together, but she would never have imagined that 
she would ever do anything like that. Now she couldn't forget it. A stranger 
had fucked her and her husband had watched. When it was over she had gotten a 
drink and fucked some more. Maybe it was the alcohol she had drunk that night 
or, more likely, it was something that had been building up over the years. 
The Karen that everybody knew would never do anything like that.

        She dried off in front of the mirror. Her nipples hardened as the 
towel rubbed against them. Jim liked her nipples. He said that they were the 
perfect size, large nipples on small pert breasts. He loved to kiss them. He 
liked to cum on them and then lick his cum off as she orgasmed again and 
again. Why was she thinking so much about sex? It happened once, but she would 
never let it happen again. As she stood staring blankly at the mirror her 
right hand reached down toward the soft juncture of her thighs. She didn't 
even know his last name. Her fingers parted the dark hair of her mound. She 
had enjoyed fucking him. Her fingers parted the lips. He husband watched Bob 
fuck her. Her fingers slowly entered her cunt. She wasn't a slut. The orgasm 
started slowly and she felt her knees weaken. 

        Jim was asleep and didn't see or hear her. The towel had dropped to 
the floor as her eyes closed leaving her naked except for the towel around her 
head. Here she was behaving badly. She had to get these thoughts out of her 
mind. Think of her child and her husband. It would never happen again. She 
swore it. It was just a fantasy, and that was okay, but she would never let 
Jim talk her into it again. She was a respectable woman, not a slut. 

        She liked the dark blue suit. It fit her well. She liked the way the 
blouse showed off her chest under the jacket, pretty yet modest. She was glad 
she had selected the lacey bra and matching lace undies, the padding hid her 
nipples. The skirt was to her knees, however the slit allowed a generous view 
of her thighs if she sat just right. It was the perfect outfit to wear for the 
first meeting with Aaron's parents.

        Aaron had been a problem child since the first week of school. He was 
continuously talking and distracting the other students. She had asked his 
parents to come to school for a conference. They were new in the district and 
she wanted to make them feel welcome and at the same time she wanted to 
understand Aaron. She had always handled these situations very well in the 
past. This was the Karen that she knew best, not the Karen of last week.

        She kissed Jim on the cheek as she left. The drive from Libertyville 
to Gurnee was short, but long enough to let her emotions settle down. As she 
parked the car she was back to normal. Karen headed for the office right away 
to check for messages and grab a quick drink before starting her day. 


        Her friend Beth saw her approach and asked if she was feeling okay. 

        "I'm fine, just a little tired." Karen said. "I've not been sleeping 
very well."

        "What's the problem? You and Jim having a spat?" asked Beth

        " No, nothing like that. It's just that since last weekend everything 
in our lives has changed. I'm not sure who I am any more." She knew she 
shouldn't say too much to Beth about what happened, but it may be too late to 
back down.

        "Do you want to talk?"

        "Maybe at lunch. Got to run now. I have an early conference with 
Aaron's parents." Karen then shook the thoughts from her head and headed for 
the classroom. Mrs. Bartolucci was covering for her first period and she 
checked in briefly and got her files before heading to the empty classroom for 
her 9:00 conference. This is the real me, not the one last weekend. Karen sat 
on the low classroom table and tried to keep her mind on the upcoming 
conference with Aaron's parents, but her mind kept drifting to her night with 
Bob and his wonderful cock. Jim had talked her into it, but she had been a 
willing partner. Never again. It would never happen again.

        "Hello, are you Aaron's teacher." The voice broke her reverie and she 
looked up startled. It took a moment for her to regain her wits and focus on 
the voice. "I'm Aaron's dad." She looked up and for the first time stared into 
the man's face.

        "You're Bob."

        "And your Karen."

        "I'm so embarrassed." Karen didn't blush often, but this time she felt 
the blush start in her cheeks and warm her body downward until the heat 
settled in the hard knobs at the tip of her breasts and in the moist crescent 
between her thighs. She looked back up and Bob smiled. "What are you smiling 
about?" It was not the most professional reaction.

        "I think I am going to like working with Aaron's teacher. I'm now glad 
that Sue didn't come along. How's Jim?" 

        "He's fine." She gathered her wits the best she could under the 
circumstances. How could fate be so cruel as to confront her with the man that 
had stirred her soul in the most wicked way? Here was the owner of the 7-½ 
cock before her. Here was the man that fucked her while her husband Jim 
watched and then cleaned up her pussy with his tongue. "I don't think we 
should have the conference now."

        "Why, is Aaron doing better?"

        "No. I just can't stay here and talk with you." She turned to go and 
then thought better of it. "No, let's talk about Aaron." And she did. She 
talked at great length about her concern and her suggestions to help. 

She was very professional. As the conversation went on she relaxed more. She 
was sitting on one of the classroom tables meant for a youngster. Bob looked a 
little silly in one of small chairs, but she, on the other hand, looked very 
appealing, as her modest skirt with the slit became less modest. She was 
comfortable talking to Bob and for awhile the events from the previous weekend 
were almost forgotten. She followed his eyes as they talked. He was staring at 
her legs and the thigh that peeked out through the slit. She paused for a 
moment, took a deep breath and resumed the conversation. However she did not 
adjust her skirt. In fact she uncrossed her legs and followed Bob's eyes as 
they strained to see higher. She was glad that she had worn the lace set. 
Karen wondered what he could see. Did he see the lace and the soft moist spot 
that was beginning to form? She in turn stared at the slow movement starting 
between his legs. The khakis started to bulge in a very memorable way. 

She looked up and Bob grinned. He had caught her staring at his cock. Karen 
blushed again but her legs remained parted. 

"I think if we can keep Aaron focused on what he is doing, he will be less of 
an interruption to the rest of the class. We all need to try to keep focused. 
I would appreciate your continued help. Maybe Mrs. Johnson can come to the 
follow up meeting." 

"Yes, thanks. I have to get back to work." Then he surprised her by adding, 
"Say hello to Jim."

"Okay, I will." But would she really tell Jim? And why did he bring up Jim's 
name?

        "I'll be at Journey's End in Mundelein at ten. Goodbye." He walked out 
the door and left Karen stunned. Why had he mentioned the club and why the 
time. She had a one time affair. She wasn't going to let it happen again. She 
would talk to Jim tonight. He would laugh at her story and they would stay 
home and make love. Friday's were for Jim.

        Karen was pleased with the conference. She too was glad that Sue had 
not come. After the initial embarrassment she enjoyed her chat with Bob. She 
also liked him looking at her legs and the dark area above. She always wore 
panties, but she almost wished that today she had gone without them. 

Well, that was that. She enjoyed her professional approach and also enjoyed 
the fantasy. She would have to tell Jim about it. She was ready for Jim 
tonight. Maybe he could pretend to be Bob and kiss her nipples and then fuck 
her like Bob had done. She was not a slut but she did have a very good 
imagination. Her pussy was getting very wet just thinking about what she and 
Jim would do tonight.

At lunch she took a walk outside to clear her head. As she walked towards the 
bench, she saw Beth approach from the other direction. "Hi, so what's this big 
change you're talking about? Do you want to talk now? I have a little time 
before I have to get back."

Karen thought for a moment. She liked Beth and she really needed to talk to 
someone besides Jim. "Promise me you won't think I'm weird if I tell you 
something."

"Karen, you're no more weird than the rest of the world. Did you rob a bank or 
something?"  Beth laughed and set down next to Karen on the bench. Karen liked 
Beth. She was a pretty woman and could be trusted with confidences. Jim liked 
her too, but for a very different reason. Compared to Karen her breasts were 
huge. They were a part of his fantasy.

"Do you and your husband ever play games?" Karen asked.

"Like Monopoly or cards?"

"No games in the bedroom. Like sexy things to help make sex more fun."

Beth looked away for a second and then turned and smiled, "I think everyone 
has fantasies. We have a few that we talk about together, and I have some I 
could never tell my husband." She paused and then asked, "If that's what's 
bothering you, don't worry."

"Have you ever tried out any of your fantasies?"

"Barry is always trying to get me to go out without underwear. I'm too large 
to go out without a bra, but I have tried a couple of times without the 
bottoms. I wasn't real comfortable but Barry loved it. I think he likes men to 
look at me as a sexy person rather than a Jewish mom. In Jamaica two years ago 
he bought me a very small knit bikini that I wore a few times. When it was wet 
you could see through it. I had also shaved most of my hair off so it wasn't 
too obvious. We also drove over to Negril Beach and I took my top off. Most of 
the people were nude. I think the guys liked looking at me. Barry seemed to 
enjoy it too. We had a great afternoon of sex. There now do you feel better?"

"Do you ever think about other people when you play these games?" Karen 
continued to press Beth hoping that Beth's answers would validate her own 
behavior.

"Barry likes small breasted women. He once told me he thinks of you sometimes 
when we make love. I sometimes think of another man but he is always faceless. 
Why, what's going on."

"If it makes you feel any better, Jim sometimes drools looking at your 36Ds." 
Karen paused, thought for a second and continued. "Jim and I play these games 
where he encourages me to be with another man. I find it exciting. In fact our 
actions and conversation get very graphic. Last weekend we went out and 
everything just seemed to happen."

"So what did you do. Flash a little to a stranger?" Beth laughed again. "I 
don't think I could do it, even for Aaron; but there's nothing wrong with 
that."

"No, we did more than that." Karen then gave her a cleaned up version of what 
happened, including the fact that Jim was there. "It happened quickly and I'm 
embarrassed to say that I enjoyed it. It was better than the fantasy. I didn't 
even know Bob's last name. He was just Bob with the big thing." They both 
laughed. "Today I had a conference with the parent of one of my students. I 
looked up and there was Bob. I was mortified at first, but then I relaxed and 
really enjoyed talking with him."

"Oh my god, Karen. Are you going to tell Jim?"

"I think I will, but I won't tell him that bob is going to be at Journeys End 
tonight."

"You're not going to actually go there are you?"

"I really don't know. I was excited, but I don't want this to get out of 
control." She looked down at the ground for a moment and sat silently. The 
feeling was there again. The warm opening waiting to be filled. She wanted it 
filled. "Beth, what should I do?"

"You have a good husband and a gorgeous child. Be careful, you don't want to 
lose Jim no matter how good a lover Bob is. I've got to go. Good luck, Hon."

The afternoon dragged by slowly. She stayed professional, but her behavior did 
not stop the desire that had been building in her loins. When the bell rang it 
surprised her, breaking up her daydream. When the last of the kids were on the 
bus the weekend had officially begun. Maybe Jim would take her dancing again, 
like last weekend. Well, maybe not exactly like last weekend. They could stay 
home and after the baby was asleep they would have the living room to 
themselves. They could watch a movie together on the VCR; maybe she could talk 
Jim into renting one of those XXX rated ones. They would have fun together, 
just her and Jim.

Dinner was fun; she had fixed a Mexican dinner complete with tortillas and 
guacamole sauce. They had laughed and made plans for the evening as they ate. 
After she cleaned off the table and was putting the dishes in the dishwasher, 
Jim slipped up behind her started massaging her breasts. She was caught off 
guard, but was pleased with the attention, especially the attention there. He 
unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped the front closure. She closed her eyes and 
leaned backward. Jim rolled her left nipple between his fingertips as she 
moaned appreciatively. His right hand found the slit in her skirt and started 
massaging her thigh. He reached higher until he felt the lacey front panel of 
her briefs. "You're wet." It was simply a comment. Karen sighed deeply and 
placed her hand over his as it cupped her mound. With very little effort his 
fingers pushed aside the lace and penetrated her opening. 

"Oh my god, please Bob put it in, make me cum." She tightened her pussy around 
the intruding fingers. Her nipples were taut and then she came. It was sudden 
and intense. It was not meant to be shared with anyone else. It was for her 
and nothing else mattered. "Oh, oh, oh. Umm." She relaxed and leaned back into 
Jim. "Thanks, that was wonderful. I love you."

Of course, Jim had heard her. She had called him Bob without realizing it. 
Strangely enough he was not angry. Was she pretending? Did she mean to call 
him Bob? Instead of asking he turned her around and kissed her. "You are 
beautiful and very, very sexy. I love it when guys look at you. It makes me 
proud to be your husband. You also have the best nipples in the state."

"Better than Beth's?" She grinned and kissed him back. This was going to be a 
great night.

They had the house to themselves. Jim sat beside her on the couch and watched 
the evening news. He placed his hand on her thigh enjoying the heat radiating 
from her skin. Karen had enjoyed the sex after dinner, now she was ready for 
more. She was daydreaming and Jim had to ask twice, "How was your conference 
with Aaron's parents?"

She was dreading this moment, not sure how she was going to tell Jim. There 
was now no room to maneuver, she told him the truth. Jim had no immediate 
reaction, nor could she read his face. He sat silently without interrupting as 
she retold the story for the second time today. She even told him about her 
conversation with Beth. He stood up and went into the kitchen. She thought he 
was angry, but couldn't tell. He came back with a coke and asked, "Well, are 
you going?"

"I found him very exciting. I loved the way he stared at my panties and the 
way his pants bulged when he looked at me. It was fun, just like when we play, 
but I love you."

"Do you want to go?" he asked.

"Yes." She said. "Yes I want to go, but it's wrong. Isn't it?"

"I think you should go. See what happens. Pamper your self. If you can get 
past the guilt, you may actually enjoy it." He sat back down beside her put 
his arm around her shoulder. He lifter her chin up with his left hand and 
kissed her softly on the lips. "You are the sexiest woman I have ever met."

"Sexier than Beth?" She playfully grabbed his crotch and felt the hardening 
cock. "Is it getting hard because you're looking at me or because you're 
thinking of Beth?"

"Neither, I was thinking of you and Bob. You better get dressed."

"Aren't you coming too?" Karen wanted his support. She wanted him to be there 
as a safety net. What if Bob was not going to be there? She felt foolish going 
to a bar by herself.

"You'll do just fine. Go get dressed."

It didn't take long to shower and dress. She picked out a light blue pair of 
high cut bikinis and put them on. She stood in front of her closet for a long 
time trying to find the right dress. She pulled out a blue floral summer dress 
that she had only worn a couple of times. She had worn it in Aruba. Jim liked 
the way it clung to her narrow hips. Her tan also nicely contrasted with the 
blue of the dress. She felt flirty and a little wicked. She slipped the dress 
over her head not bothering to put on a bra. Her nipples were clearly visible 
under the dress, but the bar would be dark and no one would notice. She bent 
to slip on the white sandals and she was ready. Ready for what? Even Karen 
didn't have the answer. 

Jim was waiting for her as she came back into the living room. He smelled the 
cologne before he actually saw her. "Ready?" He could tell she was ready just 
by looking at her. She held her head slightly down and smiled at no one in 
particular. The dress was thin and he could see the hard round nipples 
pressing against the fabric. "I'll wait up, but don't hurry home. Have a good 
time."

"She stepped up to him and gently kissed his lips. I love you. I really do." 
Then she quickly turned toward the door and left. The summer air was warm and 
moist, and only the lake breeze kept the night from being uncomfortable. She 
took one last, deep breath, got her keys out of her purse and opened the car 
door. She stood still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being alone and 
wicked on such a night. Then quickly she lifted he dress and slipped the 
bikinis off.

It was still early and there were only a few cars at Journey's End. She parked 
on the near side under the lights and walked slowly to the entrance. She 
hardly heard the doorman ask for a cover; her eyes were scanning the seats 
around the dance floor. She didn't see Jim. Her first thought was one of 
foolishness that she had committed and he had not come. She took a seat on the 
far side of the bar near the dance floor. The stool was a little high. She 
crossed her legs demurely.
The barman brought her drink and she left the twenty-dollar bill beside the 
glass. After several minutes a young college student asked her to dance. What 
the heck she thought, she came to have a good time. The song was a slow one 
and she stood back away from him. He was talking but she wasn't listening. 
Soon he stopped talking and stared at her chest. Karen didn't notice at first, 
and then thought to herself let him look. She wanted men to look. She excused 
herself from the next dance.

The barman brought her another drink. Nervously she drank most of it. She was 
starting to get angry. She had sat down a little more carelessly then before 
and two businessman were watching her. She looked down and saw her dress was 
mid-thigh, revealing a rather large expanse of upper thigh. The men were 
talking rather heatedly and finally the taller of the two got up and walked 
over to her. 

"Hi, my friend and I were trying to decide if you were married or not."

"I'm married." Karen said with no real conviction.

"Great, so are we. We're here for a convention this week. My name is Alan and 
that's Gregg. Do you want to have a drink with us?" He paused and with a 
boyish grin and added, "We don't bite."

"Sure, why not. My date's not here anyway." She finished her drink and left 
the change on the bar.

Alan waved to Gregg and instead of heading back to the table near the dance 
floor they moved to a curved booth in the back. Karen could barely see where 
they were going or why. Gregg slid in first making room for Karen between 
them. As she sat down her dress came precariously close to revealing her 
womanhood, but it was dark, and she was tipsy, and they seemed like really 
nice businessman. 

After Alan sat down the server brought them all fresh drinks. She liked their 
company. They were funny and very friendly. She soon forgot Bob. In fact, she 
forgot Jim. Somehow Alan's hand had found her thigh and rested midway between 
knee and hip. She started laughing at Greg's jokes and when she leaned forward 
to hear he placed his hand on her other thigh. After the fourth drink she 
blurted out, "I've got to go pee." Rather than stand Alan had Karen slide 
across his lap. It was then that she felt his hardness and paused 
unconsciously, lowering herself on to his lap. She was embarrassed, but 
quickly stood and slipped out from the booth. She was starting to enjoy this. 

When she returned Alan asked her to dance and Greg ordered another round. Alan 
was a good dancer and she enjoyed watching him dance. As a slow dance started 
he pulled her close and dropped his hands to he lower back. He was exploring. 
She knew he was exploring. His hands dropped even lower and there feet barely 
moved. He could feel nothing under the dress and she could fell everything 
under the pants. Alan danced her to the dark side of the floor and slowly 
raised the hem of her dress. She felt the breeze of the fan on the back of her 
legs and thought how sexy this was. The dress did not have to be raised much 
to reach the curved underside of her bottom. She felt his hand on her bare 
skin and his cock against her pussy. The song ended much too soon.

As they sat down, Greg gave Karen her drink and reminded her that the next 
dance was his. The dance had heated her up and as she sat down she pulled the 
back of the skirt up and sat on the cool vinyl. The front could only be pulled 
down far enough to barely cover her mound. Both Alan and Greg noticed and were 
encouraged. Greg turned towards her and asked, "Since he had the first dance, 
can I have the first kiss?" He didn't wait for an answer, and she didn't offer 
one. They kissed. There tongues kissed, and his hand searched for something 
high up on her leg. He pulled away slightly, and she took that opportunity to 
see who was watching them. The answer was no one. She turned to kiss him 
again. His hand found her pussy and slowly stroked the dark hair covered 
mound. Alan watched but was not passive. Her dress could not cover her ass as 
she leaned into Gregg, and Alan saw it as an invitation to continue what he 
had started on the dance floor. He rubbed her ass with his right hand and 
cupped her taut breast with his left. Greg's fingers had already penetrated 
her nether lips and for the third time today she neared orgasm.

"Hi Karen. Sorry I'm late. Hope you didn't mind waiting." Her orgasm stopped. 
"I thought you might come tonight." He grinned at the play on words. Alan, 
Greg and Karen all stared at Bob, but no one moved their hands. 

Karen recovered first, "Hi Bob. Pull up a chair and join us. This is Gregg and 
this is Alan. Alan stretched out his hand, the one that most recently had been 
toying with Karen's very horny pussy, and shook hands. Bob felt the moisture 
and knew the origin of the pleasant odor. He also noticed that Karen's dress 
was immodestly high. He was willing to watch and hoped that he had not spoiled 
the moment or slowed the momentum.

"Hey, let me buy the next round."

As Bob walked to the bar Alan replaced his hand on Karen's thigh and smiled 
weakly at Greg. "Now what?" When Greg didn't answer he turned to Karen and 
asked the same question. As a result of the drinks and the fucking fingers in 
her pussy, she only wanted to cum and she didn't care how or with whom. Not 
now anyway. As the drink order was filled Bob stared back at the table and 
could barely make out their faces. He did observe that there was only one hand 
visible on either male.

As he approached the table with their drinks he saw that Karen had a hand in 
each lap and was rubbing vigorously. Her eyes were shut and her head back. He 
sat down just as Alan pulled her dress higher. Soon it was above her stomach 
and the left nipple came in to view. Alan leaned forward and took it in his 
mouth. Karen was startled and opened her eyes. She saw Bob watching and shut 
them again. 

She had never been so excited in her life. Alan rolled her nipple between his 
teeth and then let go and sucked most of the flesh into his mouth. Alan felt 
just like Jim she thought, hard and throbbing, but Greg's cock was much 
larger. Her hand could barely reach around it and only half the length fit in 
her hand. She leaned forward and watched her hand as it stroked him. Alan 
pulled the dress even higher and both breasts were in view if anyone's eyes 
could pierce the darkness. 

She stared at Bob as both men controlled her body. Bob had is hand in his lap, 
rubbing his own cock as she was rubbing theirs. As she neared her own orgasm 
she pointed the men's cocks at her chest. Alan was first. His cum caught the 
bottom of her left breast. Then she felt Greg strain against her hand and he 
exploded across both breast and on to her chin. That did it. She came. It was 
long, intense and wonderful. "Oh oh oh. Oh god, oh god. Oh my!" Then it was 
over and they all sat silently together. She didn't know if anybody had seen 
or heard, and she didn't care. Life was wonderful and she had no intention of 
stopping now.

Alan spoke first. "I think we need to go somewhere. My van's outside." When no 
one offered another idea, he turned to Bob and said, "We're all going to go 
fuck, do you want to join us?" 

Karen pulled her dress down and as the men zipped their pants she waited for 
Bob's answer. She wanted him to go with them. She wanted more than two fingers 
in her cunt. She thought, "Isn't that strange. I can call my pussy a cunt. I 
like that word. I want my cunt to be fucked. I want it to be filled with all 
the cock that will fit." She was a good wife, a good mother, and a good 
teacher. But tonight she wanted to be fucked. She wanted cum all over her tits 
and she was hoping they would do it and then lick it off. She almost missed 
Bob's answer.

"Yes I would love to go with you." He truly did. She loved to be fucked and he 
wanted to fuck her. As Alan stood, Bob helped Karen to her feet. She looked 
wonderful. Her face was vibrant. She had that bad little girl look. Her dress 
was wrinkled and stuck to her chest where they had cum on her. She didn't 
care. She just wanted more, more of their cocks. In fact if they hadn't left 
she was prepared to fuck them in the booth. Bob slid is hand down to her ass 
and gave it a squeeze as they left the bar.

Alan helped Karen into the back seat of the van, then he had Bob got in with 
her. She looked at Bob as Greg started the car, then bent down and unzipped 
his pants. He was hard and she wasted no time lowering her mouth to his very 
erect cock. Greg tried to watch from the front seat but gave it up and drove 
as fast as possible to the Courtyard where they were staying. Bob was in no 
hurry; he wanted the sucking to last a long, long time. She had the head in 
her mouth and was gently grating her teeth around the mushroom end. She could 
get all of Jim in her mouth but Bob was larger. 

She repositioned her body so she was face down across the seat with her feet 
across Alan's lap. As she started to take in Bob's cock, Alan took advantage 
of her bottom.  He knelt on the floor and started running his tongue over 
Karen's bottom. The action was not lost on Karen and she swallowed another 3 
inches of Bob. Alan slid his hand under Karen's dress and placed it palm side 
up under her pussy while his tongue slid along the line between her cheeks 
until he found the right spot. His fingers entered her cunt as his tongue 
entered the smaller opening. Karen sighed and swallowed another two inches. 
She was gagging a little as she felt the hairs start to tickle her nose. She 
had it all. The cock that had split her open last weekend was now entirely in 
her throat. She paused a moment to enjoy the new sensation of a tongue in her 
small puckered opening. It was pleasant; she was surprised. Then she started 
to suck in earnest just as the car came to a halt.

Greg was in a hurry. He jumped out first and opened the doors. Luckily no one 
was in the parking lot to see Karen in her shared sexual romp. Reluctantly Bob 
zipped up, and Karen straightened her dress as best she could. Gregg could 
wait no longer, as they entered the elevator he lifted her dress over her 
head. She was now wearing only a pair of white sandals. He used his hands to 
hold her steady as he sucked her breast into his mouth. Karen felt extremely 
wicked. She wondered what Jim would, and then felt sorry that he wasn't here. 

She walked from the elevator to the room without her dress. The man coming out 
of 317 stared in disbelief, but said nothing. She enjoyed showing off and he 
enjoyed watching. The preliminaries were over. Everybody knew why he was here. 
Karen got a drink and then stretched out on the bed with one leg bent. She 
watched in great interest as the men undressed. Bob was first and he looked 
just as she remembered. Alan was next. Greg was the last to strip. As the 
briefs were lowered, her eyes grew large. He was only semi-hard and he was 
bigger than Bob. 

He saw her watching and walked to bed. She reached out with one hand and held 
his cock as if she were weighing it. He came even closer as she opened her 
mouth to take him in. Alan stretched out next to her and started to kiss her 
breasts. First he kissed with long slow licks but eventually settled down to 
nibbling on her nipples. Bob knew what he wanted. He knelt over her and with 
no foreplay, as if the previous three hours were not foreplay, he slid all 7 ½ 
inches in to her cunt.

Karen was well aware of what was going. It was like a fantasy come true. She 
wished Jim were there to see her being fucked. She continued to suck Greg but 
only part of him, the rest would not fit. She looked up and asked, "How big?" 

"Ten inches when hard. It's not hard now." She swallowed again and got over 
half in her mouth. It was not just the length; it was the width. It was the 
same width as he wrist. Her jaws were getting tired.

 Karen heard Bob groan and looked at him as he shot deep inside of her. As the 
second contraction hit, he pulled out and shot across her stomach. He bent 
down and kissed her on the cheek, because her mouth was full. "You're 
wonderful." He got up and sat in the chair to watch.

Greg withdrew from her mouth, much to Karen's disappointment, but got into bed 
with her. They lay face to face with his cock poking the dark hairy cunt that 
was starting to leak cum. Alan was behind her and she felt his cock probing 
the area that had been recently probed with his tongue. She kissed Greg and 
took his tongue deep into her mouth as Alan rubbed her shoulders from behind.

With a burst of energy Karen pushed both men away. She knelt on the bed and 
soon slid over until she was straddling Greg. Her well-fucked pussy lips 
surrounded the ten-inch cock, and as Greg thrust upward the lips parted and 
cum leaked out of her. She raised up and as a woman possessed she lowered he 
cunt until she was filled. "Oh my god. It's wonderful. You're so big. Fuck me. 
Make me cum. want to get all of you in me. I want to feel all ten inches."  
She bent forward to kiss him and as before she took his tongue into her mouth. 
He placed his hands on her ass and helped her ride. She could take most of it, 
since her cunt was lubricated with Bob's cum, but she wanted all of it. She 
slowed the fucking and concentrated. As she was planning her final assault on 
his cock, Alan's smaller cock she probing her from behind. He slid his cock 
along her pussy lips to get it wet. She enjoyed the second cock. She basked in 
the selfishness of a woman pampered by two wonderful men. 

She had slowed to let the men do the fucking. Greg's cock was almost all the 
way in her cunt; it stretched the walls of her pussy to their maximum width. 
God, she loved the fullness. She had never been this full or this well fucked. 
Alan pulled back and placed his cock against her smaller opening. It took 
Karen a few minutes to understand what was going to happen, unless she stopped 
him. 

"No, please don't put it in." She tried to raise up, but the tow men held her 
tight; the one had her impaled on his cock and the second one insistently 
pressed against the rubbery hole until she felt the head enter. She whimpered 
softly, " No, please no." Her body began to betray her as Alan gained 
entrance. As her cunt had been stretched, now her backside was stretched as 
well. "Please don't." As she pulled away from Alan she sunk all the way on 
Greg; she was full with his cock, all ten inches. It surprised her; then 
pleased her that she had taken it all. As she enjoyed the fullness she slowly 
started fuck hum. Alan used the motion to sink all the way in. "Yesssssssss, 
oh god, yesssssss." Their motion was now in sync. The three of them fucked as 
one. Alan was first. She felt the hot cum shoot deep into her bowels. This was 
the point of no return. She fucked harder and harder, deeper and deeper. 
"Don't move. Be still." Greg felt the contractions as her orgasm started to 
build. She screamed "Jim I'm cumming."

She fell off Greg after he came and fell asleep. She was tired and well 
fucked. They must have carried her to the van. She didn't remember. It was 
3:00 in the morning and she was knocking on her own door as the van waited. 
She stood waiting for the door to open. She was only wearing her white 
sandals. She had no idea where her dress was. Jim opened the door, stepped out 
and took her in his arms. It would have been a strange sight, if anyone had 
been watching. As they kissed, she continued to tell him that she loved him. 
She had never seemed so beautiful to Jim as now. Her hair uncombed, standing 
naked outside, with another man's cum running down her leg. The both turned 
and waved as the van drove away.

"Can you handle one more tonight?" He asked softly as he led her inside.


The End

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