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Charity Slave Auction
By vulgus


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Story codes: MF, MMF, MFF, FF, MMMMMMF, cons

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.



I guess this story all started a little more than a year ago. My
husband bought an old car that he had found for sale on the
internet. I thought he was pretty silly, spending that much money
for a car that was almost forty years old and in such horrible
shape. It was a 1969 Dodge Superbee. We drove out with a friend
to look at it, and when I saw it I thought he had lost his mind
for sure. It was in pieces. The guy that owned it had started to
restore it, but apparently hadn't gotten very far.

My husband, Dale, wanted it because his father had owned one when
he was a kid and he had always wanted one. They had a lot of
sentimental value for him.

We had been married for five years now and he had gotten lucky
when he graduated from college and gotten a good job and
progressed rapidly. We now had plenty of cash to play with, so I
guess I couldn't really complain. Dale's friend had a large
flatbed trailer and they wrestled the car and its various parts
onto the trailer and tied it all down and we took it home with
us.

It turned out that the car was in better shape than it looked
when it was scattered around that guy's barn, and with the help
of the local classic car club Dale had it restored and looking
like a new car in a little under a year. It was actually a
beautiful car, I was surprised. It also sounded great, and it was
the most powerful car that I had ever ridden in.

After the car was complete we started going to shows. They had
local car shows about once a month and we often drove to nearby
cities to attend larger shows. A lot of the guys also had custom
motorcycles and they were a growing part of the show as well. The
car club was a pretty close knit group and we did a lot of things
together and I was kind of glad that we had gotten the car. I was
having fun with it too.

Things didn't start getting weird until we went to a show in a
nearby state. It was being held at a fairground and we caravanned
up there with our cars and motorcycles on trailers. This time,
however, instead of staying at local motels as usual, we had
planned on camping on a portion of the fairground that had been
set aside for us. 

I had some pretty mixed feelings about that. I am twenty-four
years old and have never been camping out. I had no desire to
start. But the way it was described to me it sounded like it was
going to be one big two day party, so Dale and I went shopping
for a tent and sleeping bags and all of the assorted
paraphernalia required for civilized people to go camping.

We had our own trailer by now and Dale loaded up the Superbee and
we all met up at the local K-Mart parking lot and then headed for
the show. As usual there were about a dozen couples and half a
dozen guys that were either single or their wives didn't want
anything to do with cars and camping.

We left after work on Friday and got to the fairground in about
three hours. We were shown to the camping area and it was pretty
primitive. They had set up a communal shower using some pallets
and canvas and hoses. They had brought in a half a dozen
port-o-potties and lined them up nearby. Someone had been nice
enough to stack up a bunch of firewood for us though. That came
in handy. 

We set up the tents and rolled out the sleeping bags and then we
built a campfire and we sat around drinking beer and talking and
joking and relaxing before we went to bed.

I am not sure who started it, but I suspect it was Glenn. Somehow
we started talking about doing things for charity, doing things
like raffles and the like to collect money over the year and at
the end of the year turn it all over to a charity in one lump
sum.

They started talking about having an auction, and trying to think
of what they could auction off. The beer was flowing pretty heavy
and I guess that was why so many people thought it would be fun
to auction off the wives for the weekend, one wife per weekend
that we went out of town for a show. It would only be between the
other members of the club, of course. Each wife would be
auctioned off and then she would be the slave of the person that
bought her for the entire weekend.

I personally thought that was pretty demeaning, but a lot of the
girls thought it sounded like fun. Don't misunderstand, I am not
a prude, or all that much into women's lib. I have competed in
wet t-shirt contests and gotten a kick out of it. In fact, I won
one of them, and I believe that I would have won another if my B
cup boobs had not been competing with a set of double Ds. A few
times I have flashed guys, truckers on the highway or every now
and then when we went out dancing I'd wear something maybe a
little too daring. I do it because my husband gets a kick out of
it, but sometimes I get turned on by it too. Showing off a little
is one thing, I didn't like the sound of this slave thing, and
there didn't seem to be a lot of rules.

They kept talking it up and trying to figure out how it was going
to work and before I knew what was going on that son of a bitch I
was married to had offered to put me up for auction. Right now!

I kept insisting I wouldn't do it, but somehow I ended up
standing next to Carl in the firelight and he was taking bids.
Everyone was laughing and joking and having a great time. I was
pretty nervous, and more than a little pissed at my husband.

The bidding started out pretty low, and pretty intense. I should
mention here that owning and showing classic cars can be an
expensive hobby. A lot of these guys had a lot more money than
sense. Still, I was shocked when Glenn finally won me with a
winning bid of twenty-five hundred dollars!

I like Glenn. He is funny and personable and pretty easy on the
eyes. He is also something of a male chauvinist pig. 

I looked at Dale, wondering what the hell he had gotten me into.
All I saw was pride. He didn't have a clue what I was going to
have to go through this weekend. He was just so fucking proud
that his wife had produced such heated bidding and such an
outrageous winning bid.

There followed a bunch of crude jokes about the kinds of things I
was going to have to do for Glenn this weekend, and everyone but
me seemed to think it was exciting. Even the other women! 

Glenn came up and claimed his prize and led me back to his chair
and pulled me into his lap. At first he just held me there with
his arm around me and teased me about how much fun he was going
to have this weekend with his sexy young slave. Glenn is almost
fifty. I imagine it has been a long time since he had his arms
around a girl my age.

He pretty much behaved himself at first. But over the next hour I
had to get up and get us both a beer twice. He insisted that I
keep up with him. As the night wore on his hands started moving
to places his hands weren't supposed to be. 

I tried to discretely discourage him, but not only did he ignore
my protests, the rest of the club was watching us and they kept
insisting that I was property now and could not object. Even my
husband, who had no idea how much trouble he was in when I got
his ass home!

I was dressed in a loose fitting crop top and a pair of loose
terry cloth shorts and panties. It's the perfect outfit for long
car trips and camping out. Until you end up being pulled into the
lap of a man who is twice your age and who has been divorced for
more than a year and has a very good idea of what he needs a
woman for.

By the time he ordered me to get us each our first beer I was
grateful. His hands were getting to be a real problem, and he
didn't care who was watching. I got up and looked through the
coolers until I found the right brand of beer and as soon as I
returned he pulled me right back into his lap and took up where
he had left off.

It wasn't long before he had a hand crawling up inside my top and
teasing the underside of my breasts. A lot of things started to
work to Glenn's advantage right then. My husband seemed to be
enjoying the show as much as anyone else, the bastard. The other
people in the club were urging Glenn on. Even the women were
encouraging him. Then there was the fact that Glenn was, as I
said, pretty good looking and in very good shape for a man half
his age. There was one other thing working for him as well. He
was a very dominant person. He is one of those people that always
seem to be in charge, and always the center of attention. 

Here is where I need to mention one of my favorite fantasies. Not
even my husband knows about it. I suppose one of the reasons that
I objected so strenuously to being auctioned off was that my most
erotic fantasy is that I am totally under the control of a man
like Glenn, someone who is strong and, not to put too fine a
point on it, selfish. I have had slave girl fantasies since I
started stumbling through puberty. In other words, the idea of
being totally submissive to a dominant man turned me the fuck on.
I had never intended to explore those fantasies though, in part
because my conscious mind was fully aware of how demeaning it
was.

Now I found myself sitting in front of my friends and my husband
with a friend openly groping my breasts. It appeared that some of
the women were beginning to get uncomfortable with what was
happening right in front of them. Only a few of them though, most
were still urging him on. The men weren't having any second
thoughts though, not even my husband.

By the time we had finished the two beers that I had gotten for
us, Glenn had pulled my top up over my breasts and when he was
encouraged by the men gathered around watching, he slipped it
over my head and tossed it away. I had by then, because of all of
the reasons that I just listed, and because of all of the beer,
given up. I had stopped fighting and made the decisions to teach
Dale a lesson. Besides, as I said, I was getting turned on.

We finished our beers and Glenn was about to take me to his tent.
I hadn't been expecting that! I thought that I would still be
spending the night with my husband. I am apparently the only one
that thought that though. He was met with a chorus of
disappointed voyeurs when he started to say goodnight, so he
agreed to have one more beer before turning in. 

He set our empty bottles down beside him and helped me to my
feet. Before I could go get us two more beers though, he reached
out and slipped my shorts off so fast it made my head spin. I was
left standing in a pair of thin, blue, nylon bikini panties and
when I started to protest he said, "If you want to keep those
panties on for a while, you had best go get us another beer."

There was actually applause from the rest of the members of the
club! I was so self conscious as I moved to the other side of the
fire and dug two more beers out of the cooler. I felt everyone's
eyes on me and as embarrassed as I was, I was twice as excited. I
was glad that it was so dark that no one could see how damp the
crotch of my panties must have been. 

I hurried back to Glenn. I wasn't anxious to get back into his
clutches so much as to be taken into his large arms and not so
openly on display. As soon has he had pulled me back into his lap
his hands started exploring again. His hands moved over my
breasts and down my stomach and he easily wedged my thighs apart
and began to slide his large fingers up and down my moist slit.
As he did he started whispering to me how much fun he was going
to have this weekend. He told me how hot he thought I was and how
horny he was and all about how he was going to ruin me for any
other man with his big cock. 

I could feel his large cock under my ass and it did feel very
large. I was so turned on now that I hoped he wasn't all talk. I
had never had the pleasure of experiencing a large cock. I didn't
turn loose of my virginity until I was in college. I slept with
four men in college. Dale was the fourth and last. All of them
had cocks within what I knew to be the normal range. They were
all six or seven inches long and about an inch in diameter, give
or take. I had enjoyed them and I enjoyed sex with Dale. I doubt
if there is a woman out there, though, that doesn't wonder what
it would be like to be taken by a large, strong man with a big
cock. Everyone here tonight knew that I was about to find out.

The conversation had pretty much come to an end. Now everyone was
staring at my nearly naked body, and the things that Glenn was
doing to me. It was the strangest situation that I could ever
imagine. I could never explain why I let this happen to me. I
won't even try.

When we had finished the last beer that I had gotten for us,
Glenn pushed me to my feet again and with the same surprising
speed as when he had removed my shorts he reached out and quickly
slid my panties down and made me step out of them. There was
another round of applause and then he led me to the potties and
we both emptied our bladders before going to his tent.

The fire was dying down as we returned to the tents, but nearly
everyone was still sitting around it, watching Glenn and I as we
returned and said goodnight. He led me to his tent and held the
flap for me and I found myself lying on his sleeping bag while he
stared down at me and undressed. I slipped my sandals off and I
was ready. God was I ever ready!

I watched Glenn undress and when he dropped his pants and shorts
and I saw his large cock for the first time I whispered under my
breath, "Holy shit!"

He smiled and moved closer and took my hand and wrapped it around
his cock and as I slid my hand up and down his hard shaft he
said, "You ever have a cock that big before little lady?"

I shook my head. It was longer than any I had seen. It was
between eight and nine inches long. The amazing thing though, was
how fat it was. At the head it was twice as thick as my
husband's, and it got fatter and fatter until at the base it was
at least three times as big around as my husband's. I stared at
it in awe for several minutes. I moved my hand up and down over
it until his shaft and my hand were covered in the slick liquid
that was oozing from the large hole in the very tip. 

Then, without any encouragement from him, I moved down and began
to kiss it, and then lick it lovingly. He watched me and as I
worked his cock with my tongue I kept glancing up and seeing the
lust on his face and I was just getting hotter and hotter. I
finally spread my lips around the head of his cock and forced my
lips down over it as far as I could. By the time the head of his
cock reached the entrance to my throat I had only half of his
cock in my mouth and my lips were spread so far apart that it was
painful.

I started hearing funny noises and it was probably a minute
before I realized that they were coming from me! I was making
some kind of whining animal like noise as I tried to force more
and more of his cock into my mouth. While I was doing that, Glenn
was sliding two fingers in and out of my naked slit and I didn't
know what to do. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to feel it
fill my mouth and shoot right down my throat. Yet I was so
impatient to get it in my pussy, to feel myself stretched around
his cock and feel his large body looming over me, taking me,
making me his slave. 

It wasn't up to me though. Glenn couldn't wait any longer. He
pushed me down onto my back and climbed over me and said, "It's
time slave. Put the head of my cock in your juicy cunt and I'm
going to give you the ride of your fucking life."

I eagerly reached between us and grabbed his cock and lined it up
with my soaking wet slit. When he felt it in place he stared down
at me and with our eyes locked he said, "Here it comes, bitch.
You are never going to forget this moment, not as long as you
live."

He started slowly forcing his cock into me and my arms came up
and went around his neck and my legs wrapped around his thighs
and I started crying out loudly, and I didn't care who heard it!

I must have had two orgasms before his cock was buried all the
way in my pussy. I had never felt anything like it. Hell, I had
never even imagined anything like it! It was the most wonderful
feeling that I have ever experienced. What happened after that
was just a blur of lustful, orgasmic images. I came and I came,
over and over, and I screamed out my lust and I yelled at him to
fuck me harder. He really knew what he was doing, too. It was the
most fantastic sexual experience of my life, so far anyway. 

By the time he finally tensed up and came in me I was as limp as
a dish rag. I lay there under him as he stretched out over me,
supporting his weight on his arms and his knees and I moaned in
pleasure. I reached my head up and licked the sweat from his
chest and just kept saying crazy things. 

When his cock had finally softened he rolled over and I sat up
and got to my knees and leaned down and kissed it and licked it
and made groveling noises. I didn't know what Dale had in mind. I
can tell you that right there and then I resolved that there was
no way that I would go the rest of my life without doing this
again!

It had not been my intention, but I ended up licking his
beautiful cock clean and when I was done he pulled me down beside
him. He smiled down at me and said, "That was the most fantastic
fuck that I have ever had Kelly. I am telling you right now,
there is no way that I am not going to be getting more of that
sweet cunt after we get home. I don't care if I have to rape
you."

I smiled at him and said, "I was just thinking the same thing."

Then he did something that was totally unexpected. He reached
down and scooped up the large volume of cum that was oozing out
of my pussy and said, "Open your mouth slave."

I did! I knew what he was going to do, and it was something so
nasty that I couldn't even contemplate it. I didn't refuse
though. His fingers moved into my mouth and I sucked them clean,
and he repeated the process until my pussy was clean. All the
while he was feeding me his cum he was talking quietly to me,
telling me how hot I was, telling me what a slut I was, and
telling me how he was going to train me right this weekend.

I just groaned lustfully and sucked his fingers as I stared into
his eyes and held his huge cock in my small hand. As I moved my
fingers up and down his shaft I felt it twitching and growing and
I smiled. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted more. 

Glenn turned over on his back and ordered me to suck him off and
I instantly moved back into position and took his big cock in my
mouth. It wasn't so bad at first. His cock grew quickly though,
and soon I was back to sucking the top half of his cock and
moving my small hands over the other half, trying to please him.

I had just started when the flap on the tent was pulled open. I
was startled and I started to pull away, but Glenn ordered me to
keep sucking. I heard someone behind me undressing. I didn't know
who was sharing the tent with Glenn, but I had forgotten all
about that other sleeping bag on the other side of the tent. Now
I knew that one of my friends was watching me suck Glenn's big
cock and getting undressed and I was not surprised at all when I
felt hands on the cheeks of my ass and a cock sliding in and out
of the gap between my thighs.

I never even thought to resist. I spread my thighs willingly and
soon I had a nice cock fucking me from behind while I sucked
Glenn off. Who ever it was must have had a lot to drink, because
it took him a very long time to cum. I tried not to pay any
attention to him, to concentrate instead on pleasuring the large
cock in my mouth. It was difficult though. I was quickly being
brought to another orgasm and as I started moaning in pleasure
and was just about to cum I felt Glenn thrust his hips up and
start shooting a massive load of cum down my throat. 

I was so startled by the amount that I forgot all about my own
orgasm and struggled to swallow it all. It took me a minute to
gulp down his cum and then I knelt with his softening cock in my
mouth and devoted my attention to the cock in my pussy. It was at
least another five minutes before the man fucking me from behind
came, and I came twice before he filled me with anther load of
cum. 

He pulled out of me and collapsed on his sleeping bag and I
finally saw who had just fucked me. It was Jerry, one of the
bikers in our group. I lifted my head from Glenn's lap and moved
over and sucked him clean. His cock wasn't nearly as large as
Glenn's. It was much larger than Dale's though. 

When I had cleaned him I started to stretch out with Glenn but he
stopped me and told me that I wasn't done yet. He informed me
that a good slut would never waste a pussy full of cum.

I grinned at him and said, "I certainly want to be a good slut,
master." I reached down and scooped up Jerry's cum and ate it
from my fingers. Then I stretched out beside Glenn and we quickly
went to sleep. I wasn't wearing a watch, but it must have been
around one or two in the morning. We were all exhausted,
especially me.

I woke up in the morning to find Glenn throwing the sleeping bag
open and moving his hands over my body possessively. I glanced
over at Jerry and he was lying on his side watching closely.

I was stone cold sober now and I would have thought that in the
light of day I would be having second thoughts. I realized,
however, that I was looking forward to this weekend as much as he
probably was. I had no regrets, unless you count having lived
twenty-four years before experiencing such bliss.

I resolved to be just as big a slut as Glenn wanted me to be, no
matter how humiliating it was. I wanted to punish Dale for
getting me into this, but I can't deny that I craved this
treatment now. I remembered last night, how vocal I had been.
They all must have heard me. Hell, people all over the
fairgrounds must have heard me! I wondered what Dale thought of
his sex slave wife now.

I soon lost my train of thought as Glenn got back on top of me
and I reached down and helped him work that massive slab of meat
into my tight hole. I was more than ready and quickly put my arms
around him and urged him to fuck me harder. It was every bit as
wonderful as it had been last night and I didn't care who heard
me screaming in pleasure. Neither did Glenn. He must have been
pretty well satisfied last night, because he lasted a long time
this morning. I probably came a dozen times before he finally
filled me with another load of his hot cum. 

As soon as he rolled off of me I took his softening cock into my
mouth and cleaned him again. This time though, as I reached down
to scoop up his cum he stopped me and ordered me to leave it
there. I knew instantly what was on his mind and I smiled
broadly. He wanted all of our friends, and my husband, to see how
well fucked I was.

I looked over at Jerry to see if I was going to be required to
service him as well, but he smiled and said, "I'd love a little
more of your sweet ass Kelly, but I have to piss too bad. Don't
worry, we have all weekend and Glenn is a sharing kind of guy."

Glenn started getting dressed, but I didn't have anything to wear
in his tent except my sandals. I put them on and went out in the
cool morning air to find my clothes. I guess Dale had picked them
up. They were gone. 

I watched Glenn as he stirred the ashes and got the fire going
again. The sun had just come up, and it would be hot soon. For
now though, it was a little too cool to be taking a cold shower.
The warmth of the fire felt good on my naked skin.

I headed for my tent after I had warmed up a little. Glenn said,
"Where are you going?"

I told him that I needed to get something to wear but he smiled
and said, "Not yet. Not until after your shower."

I moved closer to him and the fire and kept warm as I felt his
cum dribble down my thighs. It wasn't long before more of our
group started stirring and coming out to stand by the fire or
rush to the bathrooms.

As the men came out they all stood around and stared at me with
obvious signs of lust. Most of the women seemed to be amused,
though a few were embarrassed. They actually seemed more
embarrassed than I was. But no one objected to my being so
vulgarly displayed. I was a bit concerned because there were
probably kids in some of the other camping areas. I decided that
it wasn't my problem and waited for Dale to come out of our tent
and see what kind of night I had enjoyed. I couldn't wait to see
the look on his face.

He must not have slept well. When he finally came out he looked
pretty tired. He also looked pretty embarrassed. He came over and
stood near me and said, "Are you okay?"

I smiled and said, "Jesus Dale! I am a whole lot better than
okay!"

He was quiet for a minute, looking at the mess on my thighs, and
then he asked, "Are we okay?"

I looked at him and said, "I still love you. I was pissed at you
last night. Right up until Glenn took his pants off. I'm not mad
anymore. I am telling you right now though, I am his slave this
weekend and I am going to do anything he tells me to do, but, and
you are probably going to hate this, when we leave here it isn't
going to be over. I don't love him. I will love you if you still
want me. I love the way he made me feel though, and I have no
intention of giving that up. Anytime he wants to fuck me, all he
has to do is order me to undress. Can you live with that?"

Dale didn't answer. He hadn't anticipated that.

Half of our group was out of their tents and standing around the
fire now, and they heard me warning Dale that I was going to keep
fucking Glenn when we got home. Most of the men seemed amused by
that. Some of the women seemed shocked. Others though, got very
interested. They had to have heard me last night, and this
morning. They must wonder what it was he did to make me sound
like that. I expected to be pulled aside by more than a few of
them in the next couple of days with some pretty personal
questions.

Once the sun was up it warmed up fast and the women who were so
inclined went to the makeshift shower. It was just a dozen wooden
pallets for a floor and a five foot canvas wall for privacy. The
water was in large drums on wooden supports and was fed down into
a half a dozen shower heads though hoses. There was no hot water,
which would make taking showers in the evening a much better
idea. Some of us needed to shower this morning because, I
believe, I had turned a lot of people on last night with my
passionate cries. I saw a lot of guilty looks. I think that there
must have been a lot of sex going on last night.

I started to get my soap and towel and join the ladies, but Glenn
said, "Hang on, you wait for me. I need someone to wash my
back."

So I ended up waiting and taking my shower with a half a dozen
men. That was fun! Dale was in my group and he watched as Glenn
soaped me up and then I soaped him up. When he saw the size of
Glenn's cock he looked shocked. He finally understood what all of
the noise was about last night.

We showered as quickly as possible. The water was cold as hell.
Then I dried Glenn off and finally I dried myself off.  The guys
all got dressed inside the canvas enclosure and we went back out
to stand by the fire and warm up again.

I remembered my clothes from yesterday and I asked Dale if he had
gotten them and he nodded. I started again to go and get some
clothes, but Glenn said, "Go and get your things and bring them
here. I'll decide what you wear today. Then you can put your
stuff in my tent."

I went to my tent and reached for my bag and brought it out to
Glenn and handed it to him. He opened it up and looked through it
and he handed me a bikini bottom and a tank top. He said, "Put
these on, they'll do for now. I'm pretty sure we can find
something better when the vendors open up."

I had been avoiding looking around since I returned from the
shower. I glanced around now, though, and I saw a lot of people
walking on the narrow path that passed through this area. They
were heading up towards the area with the vendors and where the
cars and motorcycles would be on display, once we got up there
and unloaded them. Most of the growing crowd that was passing by
was looking at me. There appeared to be a lot of teenagers among
them and that kind of made me uncomfortable. I seemed to be the
only one that was uncomfortable though. Of course, I was the only
one that was naked. I was the one that would go to jail if the
cops came down here to arrest the naked lady.

I took my time getting dressed. I stepped into the bikini bottoms
and then I pulled the tank top on and I was ready. We all decided
that rather than try to make an edible breakfast at the campsite
we would go up to the vendors and find something to eat there.

We all went out to the path. It is a six foot wide paved path
that goes all the way around the fair grounds, winding past the
vendors and to the exhibits near the front. It winds all the way
through and comes out the other side of the exhibit halls and
circles back around through the camping area. 

The vendors set up in tents on both sides of the path selling all
kinds of stuff. A lot of it is car and bike stuff, since that is
what the show is about this weekend. They also sell leather goods
and biker patches and t-shirts and just about anything else that
you can imagine.

Everyone in our group was walking behind Glenn and me as we
strolled up the path. Glenn had his arm around my shoulder and
his hand was draped over my breast and as we walked he gently
massaged my breast.

The vendors were only just starting to open up. We had talked it
over and decided to eat and set up our cars for the show before
checking out the vendors. But we had not gone very far when Glenn
spotted something in one of the tents and pulled me over there.
Our whole group stopped and Glenn picked up a tiny piece of cloth
called a Wicked Weasel. It was semi-transparent and covered
almost nothing!

He looked through them and bought a bright red one and ordered me
to put it on, right then and there. I took off my top and my
bikini bottoms and handed them to Dale. Then I stood holding the
weasel thing up and trying to figure out how to put it on as
strangers came to a sudden stop all around us to watch.

The salesman couldn't have been happier and he helped me into the
suit, taking the time to feel me up liberally as he adjusted it.
I looked down at myself, then I moved over and looked in a full
length mirror he brought out and I turned to Glenn and said,
"There is no way they won't arrest me in this!"

Glenn smiled and shook his head and said, "No they won't bother
you, not as long as you stay inside the fairgrounds."

The salesman assured us that the suit was legal in this state,
but I could see my nipples plainly and my pubic hair stuck out on
either side of the tiny strip of cloth that covered my slit.
Glenn said, "That won't do." Then he turned to the salesman and
asked, "Do you have a razor?"

The salesman went into the back and came back out with his
personal razor and some shaving cream and a damp towel. Glenn
asked him if he would like to do the honors and with a big smile
he squatted down and pulled the suit away from my pussy and
soaped up my pubic hair. I didn't have a lot of pubic hair,
thankfully. I have naturally blonde hair and my pubic patch is a
thin covering of fine blonde hair which hides nothing. It was
gone quickly, despite the fact that he was taking his sweet
time.

After he stood up I turned back to the mirror and I realized that
I could see my slit clearly. I shook my head and turned around. I
searched through my crowd of admirers and found Lyle, the member
of our crowd who is a lawyer. I asked him what he thought and he
shrugged and said, "My legal opinion is that it is not legal, but
that you will probably get away with it in here, as Glenn said.
They encourage that kind of thing in these places."

"What about all the kids?" I asked.

Lyle said, "They don't let them in if they are under sixteen
without a parent, and they have signs at the gate warning of the
possibility of seeing nudity. It isn't that uncommon at these
things."

My friend, Lisa, was standing nearby and she said, "You might as
well wear it, you already lost all of your pubic hair."

She was grinning and I couldn't tell if she was enjoying my
discomfort or maybe just a bit jealous.

I shrugged and Glenn put his arm around me again and we headed up
to the area where all of the food was being sold. The number of
people following us had more than doubled.

When we got to the top of the small hill where all of the food
vendors were clustered we staked out several large picnic tables
and Glenn handed me some money and told me to get him a coffee
and a breakfast burrito and whatever I wanted. So I went and got
in line and Lisa followed close behind me.

As we inched forward she said, "You have a really pretty ass. I
never realized it before."

I smiled and said, "It was never totally exposed before."

She then asked what I knew she was dying to know. "Girl, what the
hell happened to you in that tent last night?! I never in my life
heard sounds like that!"

I pulled her closer and put my arm around her shoulder and in as
few words as possible I told her about Glenn and the huge slab of
meat that he had mastered the use of. I also told her that I had
already informed my husband that from now on, even after we got
home, I was Glenn's to fuck anytime he wanted me.

She looked shocked and said, "Oh no, you didn't! What did he
say?"

"Nothing yet," I said. "I told him that I loved him, but I was
not going to give up Glenn and the magic cock. It's his fault, he
pushed me into it. Now I guess we just wait and see."

When I got to the front of the line I had to repeat my order
twice. The young guy in the order window seemed to be having
trouble concentrating. I placed my order and paid and then moved
down and picked the food and coffee up at the next window. I
picked up the tray and turned around to take the food to the
table and I was surrounded by men of all ages and descriptions
staring at my nearly naked body. I was self conscious, but I
smiled graciously and lifted my tray up over my head and said,
"Excuse me boys," and worked my way through the appreciative
crowd.

I made it back to the table and sat down beside Glenn and we ate
quietly, listening to the comments of the fairly large crowd.

He kept glancing at me and finally he said, "You're having a
fucking ball, aren't you?"

I put my hand on his large thigh and said, "If someone had told
me yesterday that I would have done what I did last night, and
what I am doing now, I would have called them a fucking liar. I
am not this kind of person. The answer to your question, however,
is fuck yes I'm having a ball. I am being degraded and humiliated
and used and I have never been so aroused in my god damn life!"

"I heard what you told your husband this morning. I'm going to
hold you to it. I wasn't kidding earlier. You are the hottest
fuck I've ever had. You are pretty, and young, and sexy, but
beyond that, you are a cunt. And I love cunts."

I smiled and said, "You sweet talker you."

We finished eating and when everyone was ready we went to our
exhibit hall and began unloading and setting up our cars and
bikes. The halls weren't open yet and the only ones besides us in
the building were the security guards. I felt very secure because
they were both hanging around me all morning.

At ten they opened the doors and the crowds started streaming in.
I alternated back and forth between Dale and Glenn. But Dale and
I didn't get to talk much because wherever I was, most of the
crowd was. I got a few disapproving looks from some of the women,
mostly the older women. On the other hand, I was surprised at
some of the compliments I got from a lot of them. I suspect that
I sold a lot of weasels for that guy over the weekend. I had to
tell a lot of people where he was located.

It was most fun to watch the guys watching me though. Some of
them tried to be discrete and act like it was nothing special.
Some of them were embarrassed and hardly looked at all. The guys
that had women with them tried to be discrete about it, but they
looked. They all looked. Some of them stood right in front of me
and stared openly, and it was a little embarrassing, because I
knew how much of me they could see, but it was exciting too. I
kind of appreciated their honesty.

Glenn sent me out for lunch later and Dale got someone to watch
over his car while he went with me. We were still followed and
stared at, but he finally got a chance to ask me a couple of
questions.

"Kelly," he said, "I guess I screwed up. I got excited last
night, thinking about you and Glenn. But I am scared now. I don't
want to lose you."

"I told you Dale," I responded, "I don't love Glenn. I love his
cock and the way he fucks me. I like the way he treats me like
shit. I love you though. I don't want to lose you, but like I
said, I am not going to give up Glenn's cock, at least not for a
while. Do you think you can live with that?"

He looked pretty glum, but he said, "I guess I am going to have
to. I am sorry I started this, but I love you and I won't let you
go. No matter how much you humiliate me."

"Sweetheart," I said, "I am not doing this to humiliate you.
Glenn may be, but I am doing it for the sex. I know you heard me
last night, you said so. I made sounds I didn't know that I was
capable of. I made them for a reason. I have never been so
thoroughly fucked in my life. I never imagined it could be like
that. I don't want to hurt you, but you got me into this and I
like it here. I am not getting out voluntarily. I told Glenn, any
time he wants to fuck me he can. He thinks I'm hot, he said so.
At least for a while I suspect he is going to want to fuck me a
lot. I'm sorry, but I am not just going to let him, I am going to
beg him."

Dale looked pretty upset. Not mad, but sad, depressed. I felt bad
for him. But right now I didn't care. I was walking around nearly
naked in front of hundreds of people, including a very large
group of my close friends, at Glenn's insistence, and it was
making me so fucking hot that I wished he would bend me over the
hood of his car and fuck me right there in front of everyone in
the place!

I got our food from a vendor and I waited for Dale to get his
before walking back to the exhibit hall. As he walked up behind
me I heard him say, "You look so fucking hot. I wish I could fuck
you right here and now. Your ass has never looked sexier. I don't
think I have ever wanted to fuck you this much, not even the
first time."

I swished my ass around for him and then he came up beside me and
we walked past all the gaping mouths and admiring faces to our
exhibit. I sat at a small table with Glenn and Dale and we ate
our burgers as we watched people come in and admire our cars and
bikes. As much as the cars attracted attention I still remained
an attraction myself. 

When no one was looking, Glenn reached over and uncovered one of
my nipples. I sat there with one nipple exposed as people, men
mostly, came up and asked the guys about their cars. They may
have been talking about cars, but they were staring at my exposed
breast the entire time. I felt my face get red. It's funny
though, because even with that tiny strip of nearly transparent
cloth covering my nipples they were clearly visible. Yet somehow,
having the cloth moved away and my nipple exposed made me blush.

After we ate, Glenn put up a sign saying he would be back soon
near the sign that described his car and its attributes and we
went to look at the other exhibits. There were car clubs here
from all over the east coast and even though up until recently I
had not been much of a car person, I was slowly coming to
appreciate them and I saw some really beautiful cars. Glenn knew
a lot of the people who had cars on display. I guess it is a
pretty small fraternity. They greeted him warmly and gaped at me
while they talked cars. They often got around to discussing me
and when the people found out that I was Glenn's sex slave for
the weekend they frequently couldn't believe it, despite the way
that I was dressed.

Once, when a man that seemed to be a particularly good friend of
Glenn's refused to believe it, I ended up on my knees in the
men's room with my breasts exposed and sucking his friend's cock
with a dozen men watching in disbelief.

We took our time and visited all of the exhibits. We must have
been gone an hour. Before we went back to our exhibit hall we
walked down the path to our tent and went inside. I was out of
that weasel in seconds and Glenn stripped down and he fucked me
doggie style, after I sucked his cock for a few minutes. 

I have always liked doggie style. It is comfortable for me. I
don't have a lot of weight on me, although sometimes I like the
feeling of being overpowered and taken that I can get when a man
gets on top of me. But when I do it doggie style I like the way a
guys balls sometimes bounce against my pussy while he fucks me.
More than that though, the position is just a bit degrading if
you stop to think about it and that turns me on too.

It was like a whole new position when I did it with Glenn though.
His big, thick cock plumbed new depths and I was once more crying
out in a haze of lust as he held my hips and fucked me violently.
His big balls swung between my thighs with every thrust and came
up and gently slapped against my clit. I was once more making
helpless animal sounds and having one wonderful orgasm after
another and when he finally came, filling me with his potent
seed, I shivered beneath him and thanked Dale under my breath for
selling me to this large, virile man.

After Glenn finally pulled his cock out of me I turned around and
cleaned him eagerly. He started getting hard again but he smiled
and pushed me away and said, "That's enough for now slut. We need
to save something for tonight."

I grinned and said, "Yes master." Then I reached down and scooped
up some of his cum and as I stared at his eyes I greedily licked
my fingers clean. When I reached down for more he stopped me.

He held up my tiny suit and showed me the crotch, which was wet
from my day of excitement. He said, "Leave a little bit in there
to seep out onto your crotch. The wetter it is the sexier you
look."

I didn't think it could get any more transparent, but I wouldn't
have argued if he had ordered me to go out naked, so it didn't
matter. I messed with the suit for a few minutes and finally
figured it out on my own this time. Then we walked out and headed
back to our exhibit hall.

On the way past the exhibitors we stopped and he bought two more
of the Wicked Weasels. For such tiny little things they were
pretty expensive. He liked them though, and to be honest, wearing
them kept me so fucking horny, I liked them too.

We stopped on the way back in and he bought something to eat for
the two of us and, at my request, he got something for Dale too,
since Dale had no one readily available to relieve him. We once
more occupied a small table inside and the three of us ate. You
would have thought that the two men would be uncomfortable with
each other, but that didn't seem to be the case. 

Once I had assured Dale that I still loved him he must have felt
freer to enjoy watching me as I was turned into a slut. I guess
he must have fantasized about something like this for a while,
though he had never mentioned it to me. The two of them seemed to
be getting along just as though Glenn was not fucking his wife
and parading her around nearly naked.

After we finished our supper of fair food we lounged around for a
few minutes and Dale finally noticed the crotch of my suit. I saw
the look on his face and I looked down to see that my crotch was
soaked and there were a few streaks of cum actually running a
little way down my thigh. 

I smiled at him when I looked back up and then I noticed the
crotch of his pants. His cock was as hard as a railroad spike. It
wasn't as long or as fat as Glenn's, but as I said, he had a very
nice cock and it was very obvious. 

I said, "That must have been a pretty good supper, Dale. You
don't usually get a hardon from food."

He chuckled and instead of replying he turned to Glenn and said,
"Glenn, she is yours for the weekend, of course, and she told me
that you can fuck her any time that you want after we get home. I
was wondering, though, if I could talk you into sharing your
bitch. I have been running around here nearly all day with a
hardon and it is really getting painful." 

Glenn smiled and said, "Certainly Dale. I am deeply indebted to
you. Come with me."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me along and we ducked into the
men's room and right there in front of a dozen more men he pushed
the suit down off my breasts and pushed me down over the sink
counter and pulled the little string that went through the crack
of my ass out of the way. He smiled at Dale and said, "She's all
yours dude, help yourself."

Dale looked around the room and saw all of the people watching
incredulously. I thought he would be too nervous to do it, but he
smiled and pulled his cock out and fucked me roughly, right in
front of everyone. He shuffled up behind me and dipped down and
slipped his cock into me and drove it home immediately. I groaned
in pleasure and started to close my eyes and lay my head down on
the counter. Glenn stopped me and ordered me to keep my head up
and look in the mirror at all of the people watching us fuck in a
public men's room. People were cheering him, cheering both of us
on, and I loved it. I came twice before he finished and then I
showed him my new trick when I dropped down and sucked his cock
and his balls clean.

Dale groaned in pleasure as I laved his family jewels for him.
Finally he put them away and I stood up and covered as much of
myself as I could with the weasel and we walked out to the sound
of applause. 

As we left the restroom, people nearby heard the applause and
turned to look. Many of my friends saw me coming out of the men's
room but by now it didn't really matter. They already knew what
kind of a weekend I was having. They may not know all of the
particulars, but they knew that I was now not just a slave to
Glenn, but a sex-slave and that I was way beyond enjoying it. I
was, in fact, deliriously happy and enjoying being paraded around
nearly naked and being fucked in the men's rooms and we won't
even go into what happened last night.

What made it so strange to them is that I had probably been one
of the most conservative women in the group. Or at least I had
been up until now. I suppose that we were all wondering what had
gotten into me. I grinned when that thought crossed my mind. I
knew exactly what had gotten into me. Glenn's wonderful cock had
gotten into me. It had gotten into me very far and I had never
enjoyed a fuck that much in my life. I suppose they knew that
from the sounds they heard coming from that tent last night and
again this morning.

We went back through the crowd, me with cum leaking out of the
crotch of my one tiny article of clothing. The people in the room
parted before us and stared in awe as we went past. 

Dale was kept pretty busy after that. He had been busy all day.
It seems that MOPAR is underrepresented at these shows and his
Superbee was pretty popular.

I waited around with Glenn, listening to people come up and visit
with him. A lot of the people were exhibitors who we had spoken
with earlier, but most of them were just people who liked his
1969 Z-28 Camaro convertible. He got some pretty fantastic offers
for it. Dale had gotten some too. But these people didn't need
money and they loved their cars.

The exhibit halls finally closed at six, but the vendors were
still open for another two hours and most of us started making
the circuit, checking out the vendor tents. Most of the stuff
available was guy stuff. There were a lot of parts for cars and
bikes and t-shirts with nasty things written across the front.
There were several vendors selling costume jewelry, but I am not
a jewelry person. I have my engagement ring and my wedding ring
and my watch. Those are the only items of jewelry that I ever
wear. 

At one of the vendors the girl had jewelry for pierced navels and
nipples. I saw a glint in Glenn's eye and I quickly steered him
away from there. We made the entire circuit and some of us bought
t-shirts. One of the guys bought some car parts for another car
he is restoring. For the most part though, what we did was
entertain the crowd with my nearly naked body. I was asked to
pose for pictures with a lot of guys and when Glenn encouraged
them they often got carried away. It was all done in fun though,
and it was fun, posing for pictures with strange men feeling me
up or leaning down and nipping at my nipple.

We were all tired of burgers and hot dogs so we took up a
collection and one couple went out and bought a dozen pizzas and
some more beer. The rest of us sat around the rekindled campfire
and talked. A lot of the conversation was about me. We hadn't
been there long before Glenn started pulling my suit off. I stood
up and slipped out of it and sat back down in his lap. 

No one was shocked anymore, but everyone was watching as he stuck
is fingers in my sopping wet pussy and then into my mouth. There
were still traces of cum from the two different men that had
fucked me today. My juices combined with those traces to coat my
tongue and I felt so nasty, and so fucking horny, I could have
fucked every man in our car club tonight. I imagine that would
have pissed off some of my girlfriends, but I would have worried
about that later.

I got up and got us both a beer and when I came back Lisa had her
arms around Glenn's neck and was talking to him quietly. She
smiled at me and then said, "The next time we have a charity
auction I'm going to be feeling pretty charitable. I want to see
what you do to make those sounds come out of Kelly's mouth. 

Glenn smiled at her and said, "You don't have to wait, come by
the tent tonight, you can watch."

I saw her eyes light up. I was pretty close to Lisa, but I didn't
know her husband Frank all that well. He always seemed kind of
aloof. I found it hard to believe he would permit her to watch,
much less be auctioned off. I glanced over at him though and was
surprised to see that he was watching her and smiling. Maybe
Frank was easier going than I thought!

Glenn looked over at Frank and said, "While we are waiting for
the pizza, why don't you take Kelly into your tent for a little
while? She's getting pretty agitated and could use something to
calm her down."

I watched as Frank looked at Lisa and the next thing I knew,
Frank was standing up and I had Frank on one arm and Lisa on the
other and they were leading me into their tent. Frank started
undressing while Lisa helped me lay down on the large air
mattress that took up most of the floor space in their tent. She
stretched out beside me and smiled, and then she leaned down and
kissed me sweetly on the lips. I was a little shocked, but I
returned her kiss and soon we were kissing passionately. That was
another first for me! 

Lisa kissed me and her hands explored my breasts and when Frank
moved over me she didn't stop. Her hand left my breast long
enough to reach down and help him guide his cock into me, then
she returned it to my breasts. 

Frank was very good. He was no Glenn, but he had a nice thick
cock and he really knew how to use it. I had never been kissed by
a woman whose husband was fucking me before. It was pretty
exciting. She was a very good kisser.

I had been either having sex or being teased or just shown off
all day and I was very horny. So it wasn't long before I started
cumming. Frank had been watching me all day and I guess he was
pretty turned on too, because he started cumming soon too. I
didn't know who to hug! I ended up with one arm around Frank's
neck and one around Lisa's neck and crying out loudly as they
made love to me. We stayed like that for a few minutes, then
Frank got up and I sucked his cock clean. 

Frank put his pants on and went back outside and Lisa and I
stayed on the mattress and made out a little longer and talked
quietly. I told her about how wonderful Glenn was. I could never
give that up now. Lisa was shivering with lust as I stood up and
we walked out.

The pizza had arrived and we ate quietly. Then Glenn ordered Lisa
to come over and sit on his lap. When she obeyed he put an arm
around her and asked, "Do you like helping other women get
fucked? Do you do that often?"

She smiled and said, "That was the first time, and yes, I enjoyed
the hell out of it."

Frank said, "I think I'm going to fuck one of you now." While he
was talking he started undressing Lisa. Lisa glanced quickly at
Frank, but Frank just smiled, so she let it happen. He pulled her
top off and then he unhooked her bra and threw it on the ground.
Lisa was a few years older than me. She is a beautiful redhead
and her breasts look like C cups, maybe just barely a D cup. She
is so slender that it is hard to tell.

Glenn played with her breasts now and Lisa closed her eyes and
moaned at his gentle touch. After a few minutes he said, "I want
you and Kelly to go take a shower and while you are gone I will
decide who I am going to fuck." 

Then he helped her to her feet and stripped her shorts and
panties off with one swift motion. She walked in front of the
fire, in front of all of her friends, naked for the first time
now, and got her towel and soap from her tent. I rushed to
Glenn's tent and got mine and we went to the shower area. 

This was a much better time to shower, the water was warmer and
so was the air. We started soaping up, but Glenn stopped us and
said, "Soap each other up good. Get me in the mood to fuck one of
you."

I looked around and all of the men were standing around watching.
I turned back to her and we moved into each other's arms and
began to make out and soap up at the same time. It took a lot
longer this way, but it was a hell of a lot of fun.

We finally rinsed off and dried off and went back out to the
campfire. Glenn said, "I guess I'm ready to take you two into the
tent now, unless the rest of you want to watch." That sent a
chill down my spine.

No one spoke for a moment and then Carol said quietly, "I'd like
to watch."

I was shocked. Carol was the oldest of us girls, and definitely
the most conservative. She saw our faces and she said, "I've
never seen anyone make love. I've never even seen a porn movie.
If nobody minds, I'd like to watch."

Frank got up and went into his tent and came back out with his
queen sized air mattress. He put it down near enough to the fire
that there would be plenty of light. Then he picked up his beer
and moved back to his chair. 

Glenn looked around and said, "There is still too much traffic
out on the path. If those of you who want to watch will stand so
as to block the view from those two sides, we will start the
show."

Everyone stood up and stood between the mattress and the path and
the mattress and the nearest campsite, and Glen said, "Okay you
two, get on the mattress and get started while I make up my
mind."

It was one thing to do it in a tent where all of my friends could
hear us. Quite another to do it right in front of them! But Lisa
didn't hesitate. She pulled me over and we lay down and started
making out, and for the first time I touched another woman's
breast. I would have thought that it would be no big deal. After
all, I have breasts and I touch them all the time, but someone
else's breasts feel different. I guess the most exciting thing is
the way that they react when you touch them. It was very exciting
to watch her getting so aroused, in large part due to my fingers
and my lips. 

We kissed and touched and before long I heard Glenn undressing.
And I knew when he had taken his pants off by the gasps from the
audience. I giggled and held Lisa down so that she couldn't see
it and we kissed passionately. Before long the mattress moved
under Glenn's weight and he spread Lisa's thighs wide and started
eating her out while I kissed her and kissed and sucked her tits.
She started cumming almost immediately. It had been a very sexy
evening, and Glenn was a real good pussy eater.

I was pretty sure that he had decided to fuck Lisa. I felt just a
twinge of jealousy, but mostly I was happy for her. I held her
down and continued to kiss her as Glenn finally moved up over her
and I reached down and guided him to her opening. 

He slowly pushed the head in and then I moved my hand out of the
way and he worked more and more of his cock into her. About three
quarters of the way in Lisa's eyes popped open and she said, "Oh
my god!" 

That was almost the last intelligible thing that she said for the
next half hour as Glenn fucked her into a stupor and she cried
out and screamed into my mouth and came over and over and over
while I kissed her and played with her breasts.

Glenn changed positions several times and Lisa was like a limp
rag when he finally finished. She just collapsed onto the
mattress and panted with a glazed look of lust in her eyes. I
felt so turned on to have been a part of it. 

When Glenn finally pulled out of her I cleaned him, which really
got to the women in the audience, and then I ate her pussy clean.
When the sex high began to subside and we looked around at the
faces of the other women I was pleased to see that none of them
were looking at us with disapproval. I had feared that this would
be way too much. As it turned out, though, they might not have
the nerve to try it themselves, but they certainly appreciated
Glenn's cock for what it could do to us.

I was looking around at the crowd when I noticed finally that two
of them were not a part of our group. They were cops! Not
security guards, real cops.

I said, "Oh fuck!" and sat up. Everyone turned to see what I was
looking at and I heard someone say, "Busted!"

One of the cops smiled and said, "That was the sexiest damn thing
I have ever seen. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to keep
it inside the tents from now on though folks, if you don't mind."


The cops talked to a few of the people for a while and then left
us alone. As soon as they left everyone took a deep breath. Frank
put his mattress back in his tent. I looked around at everyone's
faces and wondered what it would be like when we got home and got
together for a regular club meeting. Would we all still be good
friends? I hoped we weren't fucking up the club dynamic. We had a
lot of fun together.

Everyone started drifting off to their tents and it wasn't long
before I started hearing the unmistakable sounds of sex coming
from all around me. Glenn certainly did know how to get a party
going. He grabbed my hand and we went into his tent and he
ordered me to suck his cock again.

I took his soft cock into my mouth and started sucking and Jerry
came in and I heard him undress behind me. Then he came closer
and he was messing around with something for a minute and then I
felt him spread my ass open and stick his finger into my asshole.
It was cold and I realized that he was spreading a lubricant,
preparing to fuck my ass. I tried to pull my head off of Glenn's
cock and tell him I didn't do anal sex. Glenn just held my head
in place and for some reason I accepted that. I stopped
struggling and Glenn smiled at me and said, "That's a good
girl."

I waited nervously as Jerry began stretching me out and
lubricating me and after a while I realized that he had three of
his large fingers in me and it wasn't that bad. Maybe I could
handle it. I had tried it once with a lover in college, but we
didn't know what we were doing and it had hurt like hell. I had
sworn that I would never do that again. At the time I had not
anticipated being a slave though.

Jerry pulled his fingers away and greased his big cock up and he
lodged the head of his cock into the crack of my ass, right up
against the hole, and started pushing gently. I tried to make
myself relax and Glenn said, "That's a good girl. It won't be so
bad if you just let it happen." 

I was trying to concentrate on sucking Glenn's cock and his hands
on my tits. There was a sudden feeling that was more like an
uncomfortable stretching than real pain and his cock head popped
through the ring of muscle and lodged in my ass. I groaned, but
more in fear than pain. 

Once his cock was in place, Jerry leaned over me and reached
around and started to play with my pussy and strum his fingers
lightly across my clit and it actually started feeling pretty
nice. I started to relax and he slid another inch of his cock
into me and stopped again. I had to assume that he had done this
before. He was pretty good at it. It wasn't even that
unpleasant.

I felt Glenn's cock starting to get hard again, finally. I was
afraid that he had reached his limit. I didn't know if my mouth
was making the difference, or if he was excited from watching
Jerry stretch out my ass with his thick cock.

Jerry really took his time and there was no sudden invasion of my
ass. There was never any severe pain, just a slight feeling of
discomfort, and of having to go to the bathroom. He took his
sweet time getting his entire cock buried in me and he played
with my pussy the entire time. With Glenn's cock to distract me I
actually found it kind of pleasant when Jerry finally started
slowly fucking my ass. 

I started moaning around Glenn's cock, but it wasn't pain, it was
pleasure. I guess it made a big difference if the guy fucking
your ass knew what the hell he was doing. Jerry obviously did. He
started picking up the pace and I picked up the pace with Glenn's
cock and I was really starting to enjoy it. I was soon getting
really turned on and when I felt Jerry tense up and slam his cock
into me several times and then stiffen up and I realized he was
cumming in my ass I surprised all three of us by having my own
orgasm.

Jerry finished cumming and held his position, keeping his slowly
softening cock in my ass while I started devoting more of my
attention to Glenn. Once I started showing a little more
enthusiasm, Glenn started moaning and I knew he was getting
close. He started lifting his hips and I responded by driving my
lips farther and farther down his shaft while I teased his balls
with my fingers.

I shocked all three of us when, suddenly the head of Glenn's cock
slid into my throat. Glenn gasped and swore and I heard Jerry
say, "I'll be a son of a bitch! Look at what this cunt just
did!"

It hurt my throat, but not as bad as I might have expected, and
probably not as bad as Jerry's cock in my ass. I drew my head
back and tried again and damn if it didn't slide right down my
throat again! I had never been able to deep throat, not even a
small cock. Well, normal sized cock. Now I was taking a little
more of Glenn's monster cock down my throat with each stroke and
he was swearing loudly as I buried more and more of it in my
throat. Finally, just before he lost it, I had my lips buried
around the base of his cock and he swore loudly, one last time
and his ass came up off of the sleeping bag and he shot his cum
straight down my throat. 

I managed to keep him buried in my throat until he finished
cumming and then I eased my mouth back and gasped for breath. I
smiled up at him and he was looking at me with a look of awe on
his face. A look, I might modestly add, that was well deserved.

He gasped for breath for a minute and then he said, "No fucking
broad has ever been able to deep throat my cock! Jesus Christ!
That was fucking fantastic!"

I grinned up at him and then I took stock. I had just been fucked
in the ass and not only was it not that bad. I had actually
achieved orgasm from it. Then, my crowning achievement, I had
taken Glenn's monster cock down my throat, something no other
woman has ever been able to do. This has been a very educational
weekend!

Dale had no idea how much he was going to benefit from my time
with Glenn.

I started to stretch out beside Glenn, I was totally exhausted.
But Glenn stopped me and said, "Whoa girl, you have some cleaning
up to do first. Don't forget your place."

I wasn't too happy about that. Thinking about where Jerry's cock
had just been was kind of turning my stomach. I turned around and
bent my head down to his crotch and it didn't smell any worse
than if it had just come from my pussy. It was dark. I couldn't
see well enough to know if there were any surprises there. But I
tentatively took his soft, slimy cock into my mouth and I didn't
taste anything unusual. I just tried not to think about what I
was doing and get it over with quickly.

Then I turned back around and Glenn let me into his sleeping bag
and we snuggled up and went to sleep. 

The next morning we didn't have sex. I guess I had worn them out.
I put on a light blue weasel and we gathered outside by the fire
until it was time to go up and eat. It was warmer this morning
and actually kind of pleasant. 

Lisa came out of her tent, which is right next to Glenn's, and
sat down beside me. She whispered that she had heard a lot of
strange noises before she went to sleep last night and she was
wondering what had happened. I was pretty proud of myself, so I
told her about taking Jerry, who is nearly as well hung as Glenn,
into my ass, and then about taking Glenn's pony sized cock down
my throat. 

She didn't believe me at first, but she looked up at Glenn and he
nodded and she said, "There is no way I could do that! I guess
you're a better slut than me after all." But she was just
teasing, not saying it to be mean or anything.

I took it as a compliment and thanked her.

Eventually everyone was up and ready and we headed up to the
vendor area to get some food. All of us were up, but we didn't
seem to be really awake yet. Never fear, Glenn had a cure for
that. He knew just how to get our blood flowing this morning. He
stopped at the vendor selling Wicked Weasels and picked out a
transparent white suit and told Lisa to undress and put it on. 

She grinned and quickly stripped out of her clothes and, with the
help of the vendor, pulled the revealing little piece of cloth
over her private parts. It was again necessary to borrow his
razor, and again, he didn't seem to mind at all as he squatted
down in front of Lisa and pulled the suit away from her pussy and
shaved off her pubic hair.

Before we continued up to the food area, Glenn offered to buy a
weasel for any other woman who wanted one, as long as they put it
on right there. There were several others in our group that would
have looked good in one, but he got no takers.

We went up to the food vendors and had a light breakfast of junk
food and black coffee and made our plans for breaking down the
exhibit when it closed up at four this evening and going home.
One of the plans was that Jerry would drive Glenn's truck home
and Glenn would ride with Dale and me. 

We didn't have to set anything up this morning, so we had time to
enjoy our coffee and goof off a little before the exhibit opened.
Lisa and I stayed together and attracted a lot of attention and I
noticed that the little piece of material over her crotch got
very wet very quickly and even more transparent. 

I smiled at her and said, "You enjoy this shit as much as I do,
don't you?"

She shook her head enthusiastically. Then she said, "Frank has
tried to get me to loosen up and do some of this shit for a long
time. He is a bit of a pervert. I have always been afraid to let
myself go, but when I saw how much fun you were having I just
said 'fuck it'. Why should you have all the fun? It remains to be
seen how this will affect our little club in the long run, but so
far this weekend I am having a fucking blast."

"Yeah," I said. "I am too. I was really pissed at Dale when he
volunteered me to be auctioned off. At first I was just going
along to get even with him. Now though, Christ! I ate a woman's
pussy for the first time. I got fucked in the ass and had an
orgasm. I deep throated Glenn's huge cock, and I have been
running around nearly naked for two days and either turning on or
scandalizing hundreds of people. I fucking love it!"

They finally opened up the exhibits and we went in and hung
around with the guys as they showed off and answered questions
about their cars. I don't know how much Lisa and I had to do with
it, but ours seemed to be the most popular exhibit today.

At two o'clock the prize committee announced the winners in the
various categories. Dale won a lesser prize, but no cash. It was
enough to keep him happy though. Glenn's car took second place in
the show and he won a small amount of money. I doubt if it was
enough to pay for the Wicked Weasels he had bought. That was
okay, he wasn't here for the money. He has been having as much
fun as I have this weekend.

At four they started closing up and the guys brought the trailers
up and started loading. The girls had all gone down to the
campsite earlier and broke down the tents and packed everything
up. When the cars were loaded on the trailers the guys drove them
down and we loaded up the camping gear and by five we were ready
to leave. 

We all piled into the vehicles and headed home. When Dale had
started getting serious about restoring and showing his car he
had bought a big pickup truck with a crew cab. It had a huge,
luxurious back seat, and that was where Glenn and I were riding
on the trip home. 

We had to keep our eyes on Dale, he kept watching us instead of
the road and finally Glenn told him that if he would pay
attention to his driving he would make sure that he got a blowjob
when he stopped at the halfway rest stop.

I was naked from the time we left the fairgrounds. For the next
hour and a half I teased and pleased Glenn's cock. I pleased a
lot of truckers too. I spent a lot of time with my butt pressed
up against the side window while I sucked on his cock and Dale
passed trucks. He kept the CB on and we listened to the truckers
talking about my ass all the way to the mid-way rest stop. We
pulled in and I slipped on a pair of shorts and a crop top and we
used the facilities. Then I got in front with Dale and
demonstrated my newfound deep throat skills. 

He came very quickly and it wasn't until I started backing out of
the cab to get back into the rear seat with Glenn that I realized
that we had an audience of several of the truckers we had
passed.

They were friendly and kidded about wanting a better look at my
pretty ass. Glenn put me on my knees on the back seat with my
legs sticking out of the door and after looking around he pulled
my shorts down to my knees and offered the truckers a chance to
look all they wanted. I guess they all had defective vision,
because they were all looking with Braille. For the next ten
minutes a large number of truckers stood around and took turns
playing with my ass and sticking fingers inside my wet pussy. 

It looked like we were going to have a gangbang pretty soon, so
Glenn said, "Sorry guys, but we need to hit the road. If we had
more time I'd let a few of you fuck the bitch, but it's getting
late."

They were pretty disappointed. I was surprised to find that I was
too. Glenn was about to make it up to me though. As soon as Dale
pulled out on the highway I was naked again and Glenn rolled down
the passenger side window and stuck my head out the window and
fucked me doggie style with my head out the window and my tits
bouncing in the wind for a good half an hour. It was exhilarating
and I had several long, loud orgasms before he finally came.

I turned around and cleaned him eagerly, and then I cleaned
myself up and he climbed over the console and into the front
passenger seat while I stretched out and went to sleep. The next
thing I knew we were home.

Dale parked the trailer and unhooked it from the truck. We were
both exhausted and so we decided to unload everything tomorrow
after he got home from work. I made a light supper of real food
and we took showers and went to bed by nine.

I normally wake up when he does in the morning, but I slept right
through it on Monday. I didn't wake up until after eight. I got
dressed and made coffee. After a couple of cups of coffee I felt
more human and I went out and unloaded the camping gear from the
trailer. I set the tent up in the back yard to air it out and
hung Dale's sleeping back over the clothes line. Mine was unused
so I just put it away. I took our bags inside and washed clothes.
I didn't have many dirty clothes either, a couple of shorts and
tops and two wicked weasels.

The only thing left for Dale to do when he got home was take the
car off of the trailer and put it in the garage.

I went to the store and picked up some groceries. Then I went
home and put them away and sat around thinking about what I had
done this past weekend, and the things that I had done to me. I
realized that I had no regrets, none at all.

Dale came home and after supper he took the car off of the
trailer and put it away. Then he came in and took a shower and he
came out to the kitchen naked and said, "I have been thinking
about this weekend all day long. I couldn't concentrate worth a
shit. I have never been so horny in my life. Come on bitch, let's
fuck."

Dale would never have spoken to me that way before this weekend.
He was the nicest, most considerate guy in the world. He didn't
sound completely comfortable talking that way, but I liked that
he was trying and I took his hand and as we walked towards the
bedroom I said, "Yes master. I have had the same problem. I seem
to be turning into a slut, and I like it."

He grinned and said, "Me too."

He nearly tore my clothes off and then he tossed me on the bed
and jumped on top of me. He held my hands up over my head and
shoved his cock into me roughly and as he fucked me we relived
the things that had happened to me this weekend and Christ it was
hot! I came over and over and he just kept fucking me, even after
he had cum and his cock was soft he still ground it around inside
of me and I came one last time. We both knew that it had been the
best fuck we had ever had. 

I lifted my head off the bed and kissed his chest, and then I
licked the salty sweat off of him and moaned passionately as his
pubic bone ground against my clit and I came again. I couldn't
take anymore after that. I was fucked out. I fell back onto the
bed and told him how wonderful he was and thanked him for a very
exciting weekend.

He rolled off of me and held me in his arms and said, "It wasn't
planned. I had no idea it would go that far. Once I saw how much
fun you were having though, it turned me on just as much as it
did you."

There was a pause in the conversation while we kissed. Then he
said, "I wonder how long it will be before he comes to fuck you?
I wonder if he will do it here, or take you somewhere."

I had been wondering those same things. Just the thought of it
hanging over me was exciting to me. I could picture all kinds of
exciting scenarios. 

On Tuesday Lisa came over and we had coffee and talked for a
while. She was just as excited about last weekend as Dale and I
were. It turns out that Frank and Dale must have a lot of the
same fantasies. They both got a big kick out of watching what
Glenn did to us, and let others do to us. 

Lisa and I talked for a couple of hours and then, and I'm not
sure how it happened, we ended up in our bed. It was a lot of
fun. We both got off on it. We agreed though that it wasn't as
much fun as when we were doing it to entertain the guys. I did
get laid out of it though. That night, when I told Dale what we
had done, he pretty much raped me. I like being raped by my
husband.

I didn't hear from Glenn until Thursday. He called me up and told
me to be ready to go out when he came by Friday after work. He
said I would be picked up at four. I was to wear my sexiest
outfit, well, he said sluttiest. It's the same thing I guess. 

I made a special meal for Dale that night and while we ate I told
him about the phone call from Glenn. Dale was almost as excited
as I was. So, of course, we ended up in bed again. A woman's work
is never done. I really liked the change in Dale since last
weekend. He was much more forceful, more, I don't know, masculine
maybe? I liked the change.

I spent most of Friday morning trying to decide what to wear
before I decided I needed to go shopping. I didn't have anything
that was really knock-your-socks-off slutty. I got dressed and
went to a store that Lisa had told me about called Sweet
Nothings. 

A pretty redhead met me at the door and asked me if she could
help me find something. I told her I had a date this evening and
needed something really slutty.

She smiled and said, "That's our specialty."

I followed her through the racks and she pointed out some really
beautiful, imaginative and slutty clothing. The thing that caught
my eye was a tiny little black silk slip. It was half lace and it
would just barely cover my ass, if in deed it did cover my ass. I
tried it on and it was really beautiful, and extremely sexy. The
lace parts were pretty much see-through and they covered, more or
less, my breasts and the bottom two inches of the hem. My nipples
were plainly visible.

I knew that Glenn would love it. The question was, did I have
enough nerve to wear it out. The owner, Jo showed me a few more
outfits, and I saw a lot of things I liked, but I kept coming
back to that silk slip.

Jo knew that I wanted it. She smiled and said, "If you have the
balls, go for it. It's really beautiful, if you have the nerve."

I finally decided that if Glenn wanted slutty, you couldn't get
much sluttier than that. I bought it and told her I would be back
when I had more time to pick out a few more things from her
really great selection.

I went home and made Dale's dinner and put it in the oven and
then I went upstairs and got ready. At four o'clock I was
standing by the door waiting. I was too nervous to sit down.

At a couple of minutes after four I saw a stretch limo pull into
my driveway. I grabbed my purse and as soon as the doorbell rang
I opened the door. Glenn looked at me and his face lit up and he
said, "Fucking beautiful!" Then he grabbed my purse and tossed it
on a table and told me that I didn't need it.

I followed him out to the car and the chauffer held the door for
us, and got a nice view of my ass I'm sure. I didn't have any
idea what was planned for this evening, so I guess I wasn't all
that surprised to find that there were six other men already in
the limo waiting for me. Glenn introduced me to them, but I
didn't remember a single name. I remember the looks on their
faces though. These men knew that I was a slut, even before they
saw what I was wearing, and they knew that they were going to get
lucky tonight. As their eyes moved over my body it was obvious
that they approved and were really looking forward to it.

One of them pulled me into his lap and his hand was on my pussy
before the limo got out of the driveway. I looked around at the
men and they were all well dressed and I assumed under other
circumstances would have been reasonably sophisticated. All of
them were older than Glenn, in their fifties at least. They all
looked pretty distinguished though and I thought that I just
might have an interesting evening.

As I was getting gently mauled by the man who had pulled me into
his lap the straps on my slip slid down off of my shoulders and
the man behind me leaned over and said, "Here, let me help you
with that." Then he pulled the straps and the top of my slip
down, exposing my breasts. Until recently I had been self
conscious about my breasts. I suppose most women would like
bigger breasts, just like most men wish they had a larger penis.
The reactions I had gotten recently had made me more confident
about my figure and the reactions of these men only served to
reinforce my growing self confidence.

None of the men who could see my breasts at this moment were
disappointed in the least. They were, in fact, quite
complimentary. I just relaxed and went with it as I was felt up
and kissed and slowly passed around. 

We rode for nearly an hour in rush hour traffic, which means we
hadn't gone very far. The limo pulled into a line of cars and I
was surprised to see that we were lined up to go to a basketball
game! The limo was waived out of line and directed to a different
entrance and we were let out at a private bank of elevators. 

There were about a dozen men waiting for an elevator and they
stared incredulously as I approached them surrounded by seven
well dressed executives. We got the elevator after them and I was
molested all the way to the top floor. When we got out of the
elevator a cute young girl recognized the men and realized they
knew where they were going. I was guided to a luxury box which
was already occupied by four men. I learned later that the four
men awaiting our arrival were the CEO of Glenn's company and
three senior executives. I was offered a drink and then placed in
the care of the lecherous CEO. 

Before he pushed me over to the CEO, Glenn said, "Kelly, I love
your outfit, but you don't need it here. Remind me to return it
when we leave." He pulled my slip off over my head and I was then
placed in the hands of the CEO. 

I looked around nervously at first. It was obvious that the loge
was private and when I saw that I wouldn't offend any of the
other sports fans I relaxed and enjoyed myself. I don't care for
basketball, but then, I wasn't there to watch the game. 

I listened as Glenn assured everyone that I was not a hooker,
just an everyday housewife. The wife of a friend that was a
member of a club he was in. I wasn't even a swinger, just a newly
converted slut. That really turned the guys on, that and the fact
that I was less than half their age.

The men all took off their jackets and ties and waited their turn
as the CEO took me in his arms and began pawing me. He had no
special talent for it, but the situation was so damned erotic
that I was really getting off on it. I had been shown off
extensively at the car show last weekend. This was different
though, these guys were all going to fuck me. Or I was going to
suck them off, or both, anything they wanted for the next few
hours. I was finally getting my gangbang. I just hoped I didn't
kill anyone.

The CEO played with me for a while, but before long he stood up
and bent me over a table and fucked me in front of his executives
as they encouraged him. He was nothing special, but the situation
was such a turn on that I started cumming not long after he
started fucking me. 

The six men from the limo and Glenn held back while the senior
executives each had a turn at my pussy. When they had finished
and taken seats to watch the game for a while, Glenn helped me up
and sent me into the bathroom to clean up. When I came back out I
was tossed onto my back on the table and things got a bit rougher
after that. I loved it!

They took me two at a time then, one in my mouth and one in my
pussy. They must have been informed that I could deep throat,
because each of them shoved their cocks into my throat. So this
was a gangbang! I loved it! I laid there and imagined that I was
being raped by a gang of men and I had one huge orgasm after
another. 

Several of them went around twice before they put their pants
back on and took seats to watch the game. I cleaned up again and
became a serving wench until someone decided that they wanted
another piece of me. After the initial gangbang though, there
wasn't a lot of sex. I brought them food and drinks and they
never failed to explore my body with their hands. Unfortunately,
once the game started they were actually watching it! I had fun
though, and got to drink a good bit of very expensive booze.

We stayed until most of the fans had left the stadium and I ended
up sucking off the CEO, even though he didn't think he could get
it up again. I proved that he could. He had heard about my oral
skills and had never had anyone go deep on him. Well, to be
honest, his cock wasn't all that big and the head of his cock
just barely reached to my throat, but he enjoyed the hell out of
it. 

I got my slip back and we walked down the deserted corridor and
down to the nearly deserted parking area. The limos were waiting
for us and we split up into two groups again. The ride home was a
lot more relaxed than the trip to the game had been. I made the
trip in the nude again, but just so that I would be decorative.
Nobody had any energy left for more than enjoying the view.

We dropped all of the others off first and when it was just Glenn
and he asked if I had had fun. I assured him that I had and he
said, "Good, because we will probably do this fairly often."

We went to his house next and as he was getting out of the limo
he told me that I was being dropped off last so that I could tip
the driver. I smiled at him and said, "No problem."

A few minutes later we pulled up in front of my house and the
driver came around and opened the back door and leaned in. He was
a young guy, or at least younger than all the other guys I had
had sex with this evening. He was in his mid thirties I guess. He
smiled and asked, "Is it okay? Mr. Roth said you wouldn't mind."

I smiled back at him and said, "I don't mind at all, come on
in."

I introduced myself and asked him what he would like to do. He
said, "It's up to you ma'am."

Ma'am?! I smiled and dropped down between his legs and helped him
pull his pants and his underwear down out of the way. He had a
very nice cock, nearly as long as Glenn's, but not as fat. I was
easily able to take it into my throat and he almost passed out
when he first felt the head of his cock slide down my throat. He
started swearing and breathing hard and his hips started coming
up off the seat to meet my lips and he came in less than three
minutes. 

"Son of a bitch!" he said. "I have never, never in my fucking
life felt anything like that!"

I looked up at him and said, "You must have been pretty horny,
would you like to try again?"

He looked at me like I had just told him that he had won the
lottery. 

"Do you mean it?!" he asked. 

I smiled and said, "Sure, this is supposed to be your tip. You
did a good job, you deserve a good tip."

I took his still half hard cock into my mouth again and began
making love to it. He lasted much longer this time and when he
finally came again he collapsed back onto the seat while I licked
his cock clean, then he sat up and bent down and kissed me right
on the lips. 

I hadn't expected that! He smoothed my hair with his hands and
said, "That was amazing. You are amazing. Thank you very much. If
there is a god, I will be working the next time they take you to
the game. 

I grinned and said, "I hope so too. You are sweet and I enjoyed
pleasing you."

While he put his pants together I pulled my slip over my head and
then I kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for being so nice.
He got out and helped me out of the car and escorted me to the
door like a gentleman. 

Dale was at the door when we got to it and he opened it and
thanked the driver for being so considerate and let me in before
he hugged me and said, "First, son of a bitch you look hot!
Second, son of a bitch you look hot! Third, did you have fun?"

I grinned and kissed him and said, "Offer me a drink and I'll
tell you all about it."

We had a glass of wine and he massaged my feet while I told him
everything that had happened to me. He was extremely jealous. He
had never had an opportunity to watch a game from one of those
private loges and would really love to. 

I said, "Well, maybe if you would put out."

He cracked up. He said he would have to think about it, but he
refused to wear the slip.

We put our glasses in the sink and went to bed. I told him that I
had just enough energy for one more fuck, if he was interested. 

He said, "I am always interested, and I think you might really
enjoy this one."

We undressed and I pulled back the covers and got in bed. Dale
climbed up over and lifted my arms over my head again. He knows
how much it turns me on to feel helpless. But he had stopped on
the way home and he had a surprise for me. 

As he held my hands over my head he reached up and suddenly my
arms were restrained by two heavy black leather cuffs attached to
the corners of the bed by chains. I squealed in delight, but he
wasn't done. He reached under the pillow and pulled out a
blindfold and put it over my eyes. Then he got off of me and
secured my legs to the corners of the bed. 

He wasn't done though. I heard him moving round and then he
stretched out beside me and started playing with my nipples. When
they got hard he stopped what he was doing and put clamps on them
and secured them. 

I was moaning by that time. I felt so helpless and I knew that he
had figured out my deepest darkest fantasy now. I struggled
briefly, but then I relaxed and surrendered as he began to tease
my body with his fingers and his lips. When he started working
his way down towards my pussy I stopped him. I had been fucked
quite a few times this evening. I had cleaned up afterwards, but
there is always something that gets left behind. I begged him to
stop, but he ignored me and soon he was lapping at my red,
swollen, very well fucked pussy. 

I couldn't help it. I screamed loudly and came so hard I thought
that I would pass out. I wanted to take him in my arms and hold
him and thank him for making me feel like this, but of course
that was out of the question, and that was why I felt like this!
I don't know if you can follow that. It made sense to me though.

He ate me roughly, nipping and biting and licking and I went
crazy. I had one giant orgasm after another and when he finally
climbed up on top of me and began fucking me violently, raping
me, pounding into me brutally, I came one long last time and then
I actually blacked out momentarily. God it was great!

He let me come around, and then he crawled up and forced his
wonderful cock into my mouth and I greedily sucked it clean. He
finally had to restrain me and forcefully remove his cock from
between my lips. I was sucking so hard he had trouble getting his
cock out of my mouth!

He stretched out beside me then and kissed me lovingly. Then he
took off the blindfold and asked, "Did you like your presents."

I smiled at him, trying to let him see how much I loved him and I
said, "Very much. Now tell me what I can do to repay you."

He said, "Sweetheart, you just did! Don't worry though. I'm sure
we'll do this again someday."

I begged him to take the cuffs off so that I could hug him and
finally he did. I wrapped my arms around him and held him so
tight and told him over and over how much I loved him.

Then I sat up and took off the ankle cuffs and went to the mirror
and looked at my nipples in the clamps. They were numb now, but
damn they looked hot! I started loosening them so that I could
take them off and when the circulation started returning to my
nipples I groaned in pain. It felt so good! 

I moved back to the bed and picked up one of the cuffs and looked
at it and the chain that was attached to it. Finally I turned to
him and said, "Was that a lucky guess, or did you know?"

He said, "It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. The
way you like to have your arms held so you can feel helpless, the
way you like to have someone take control of you. I saw how much
fun you had this past weekend. This is just more of the same. I
don't have a huge cock, I can't do for you what Glenn can. I can
do this though. I can still make you happy."

I threw myself on him and kissed him all over his face and said,
"I never said you didn't make me happy. You always make me happy.
I love you. Maybe we should talk more. Just think of the angst we
could have saved ourselves if we had discussed our fantasies. If
I had known about you wanting to see me with other men, being
turned into a slut, maybe I wouldn't have been so stodgy. I
thought I was being the wife that you wanted. If you had known my
fantasies, well, our fantasies really go well together. All this
time we wanted the same things and we never knew it."

I got up and went to the bathroom and took a quick shower and
then we cuddled up in bed and lay together holding each other for
a long time before we went to sleep. I felt so happy, and it was
even better because I knew that I was making him happy too.

The next morning I got up and made coffee. When Dale got up and
came out and saw me, sipping coffee in the nude, he came over and
hugged me and said, "You have never looked more beautiful. This
will always be my favorite outfit."

I got up and kissed my husband and poured him some coffee. Then I
made breakfast. We ate and sat around just relaxing and sipping
coffee when the doorbell rang. Since I was naked, Dale answered
the door. I was surprised when he came back and he wasn't alone.
But when he came back into the room I saw that it was only Lisa
and Frank. I stood up and gave them both a hug and they
complimented me on my outfit. I got them a cup of coffee, but
before they sat down I told Lisa that I had to show her
something. 

I led her upstairs and showed her the slip I had worn last night.
She loved it and she suggested that we go back to Sweet Nothings
and do a little shopping. I suggested that we take the men. I
knew that Dale would enjoy it. 

Then I showed her the presents that Dale had given me yesterday.
Her eyes lit up and she got so excited. She picked up one of the
cuffs and sniffed the leather smell and then she tried it on. 

She stared down at if for a minute and then she said, "Fuck this
makes me so hot!"

I grinned and said, "There are four of them, and a blindfold and
nipple clamps. I came so hard last night I passed out."

I sat down beside her and asked her what was up. She didn't
usually drop by my place, and Frank had never been here before.

First, she apologized for not calling. They only came over
because Frank had heard about a Road Runner that Dale might be
interested in. I rolled my eyes and she laughed, but the truth
was that I was starting to enjoy this car club thing as much as
the guys were. Last weekend I can guarantee I enjoyed it more.

I looked at her and asked, "You don't suppose we fucked things up
last weekend do you? I would hate it if people stopped coming to
the shows and parties because of what I did."

Lisa smiled and said, "I have talked to most of the other girls,
and they are all actually pretty envious of you, of us. A lot of
them said it was the most fun that they ever had at a car show."

"I'm so glad," I said. "I was afraid I might have really pissed
some of the girls off. I am only just starting to get to know
some of them. Carol really surprised me when she said she wanted
to watch."

Lisa giggled and said, "Carol's tent was on the other side of
ours. You should have heard them after they went to bed that
night. She tore her husband flat up!"

I noticed that Lisa still had the cuff on. She was enjoying the
feel of it and I had an idea. I released her wrist, but I didn't
let her stand up. I pulled off her t-shirt, without even asking,
and since she wasn't wearing a bra I pushed her over onto the bed
and fastened both of her wrists with the cuffs. 

She didn't resist, and I could see her getting excited as I
restrained her. 

When her wrists were properly cuffed I unfastened her shorts and
pulled her shorts and her panties and her sandals off all in one
big clump of clothing and then I secured her ankles to the bottom
corners of the bed. She was smiling up at me when I moved up and
slipped the blindfold over her eyes. Then I went over to the
intercom and called down to the kitchen and asked Dale and Frank
to come upstairs. 

When she heard me on the intercom Lisa shivered in anticipation.
I moved over and began kissing her, her lips, her nipples, and
her sexy flat stomach. I was just kissing her pussy when I heard
footsteps behind me. I turned around and invited them in and when
Frank saw Lisa he smiled like I had never seen him smile before.

I said, "I just called you up here to ask if you thought I should
put these nipple clamps on her too. Or if you would rather do it
yourself."

Frank took the clamps from me and looked them over and said, "I
have never seen her look more beautiful." Then he handed the
clamps back to me and said, "You are more informed about these
matters than I am. What do you recommend?"

I said, "I wore them last night for the first time. They are very
exciting. I wouldn't want them on me every time I had sex, but
once in a while they are a lot of fun."

I turned around and got back in bed with Lisa and toyed with her
nipples until they were hard. Then I attached the clamps and
tightened them down. She had her first orgasm as I was tightening
the clamps!

I returned to Frank and began to undress him and I asked, "Would
you like to fuck your slut, or would you like to fuck me while
you watch my husband fuck your slut?"

He thought about that for about a half a second and the he said,
"Dale, I don't believe you have had an opportunity to fuck my
wife yet have you? Please, make yourself at home. After all, I
fucked your slut last weekend. It's only fair."

I don't think I have ever seen Dale undress so quickly before. I
finished undressing Frank and I moved into his arms while we
watched Dale attack his wife. We have a pretty big bed, but with
Lisa right in the center of it there was no room for us. So while
Dale fucked Lisa as hard as he could, Frank bent me over the side
of the bed with my face right next to Lisa's and fucked me from
behind. It was pretty intense, no one was talking. There was only
grunting and heavy breathing. 

Lisa had never been tied up and blindfolded before and I knew how
excited she must be. She came loud and often as Dale pounded into
her. It took me only a minute longer and before long we were all
sated. 

Lisa was lying there on my bed, moaning happily and Dale rolled
off and removed her clamps. When he had taken her clamps off I
moved up over her and squatted down on her face and let her eat
her husband's cum out of my pussy. While she was doing that I
bent down and returned the favor. 

Lisa and I had several more very nice orgasms before we finally
had to stop. I slowly struggled to my feet and said, "Why don't
we leave her like this and go out for a while."

Lisa started struggling then and pleaded with me to let her up so
that she could go to the bathroom. She told me it was either that
or she'd wet the bed."

I laughed and unbuckled her cuffs. I helped her sit up and she
took off the blindfold and asked, "Where did you get these? I
want some."

Dale smiled and said, "We are going out and look at a car this
afternoon. If you come with us I'll take you to the place that
sells them on the way back."

Lisa smiled and said, "You boys and your cars!" 

We went back downstairs and I made some bloody marys and we took
them out by the pool and we all sat around in the shade and I
told them about my night last night. She looked at Frank and
after I had finished filling in the details she turned to me and
asked, "Would you mind asking Glenn to invite me along the next
time?"

I looked at Frank and he grinned and nodded. I had really
misjudged Frank.

The car they wanted to look at was out in the country about an
hour from town. Frank had some complicated directions which we
followed almost without problems. We only had to turn around a
couple of times. It didn't matter though, it was really the first
time that the four of us had spend any time together and we were
having a very good time.

We pulled up to an old, but well kept farm house and got out.
Frank and Dale went to the door and knocked and a tall thin man
of about fifty came to the door and they introduced themselves.
The man came out and Lisa and I joined them. He seemed pretty
nice. He was a bit shy, but quiet and you had the impression that
he was very self sufficient.

He asked us to follow him and he led the way to a large shed and
it took all three of them a long time to open the doors. They
hadn't been opened in years. The only thing inside was a car up
on blocks and covered in canvas and blankets.

The owner carefully pulled the covering off of the car and there
was a brand new 1970 Plymouth Road Runner, with a 440 engine and
a six pack. I don't know what I just said, that was what he was
telling Dale. It was beautiful! He said it had less than three
hundred miles on it. His twin brother had bought it just before
he got shipped off to Vietnam. He never came back. His father had
put the car in the shed and covered it up and it had been there
ever since.

Dale and Frank walked around the car and they had to be careful
to keep from stepping on their tongues. Dale walked around the
car twice and then we went over to the guy and said, "I can't
give you what this car is worth. I will do something for you
though. I would love to get it running for you and you could put
this any of the major auto auctions in the country and be set for
life. But I'll be honest with you, you should keep this. This is
a car that you have to love. It needs to be loved."

The man had been watching Dale talk and he said, "You love this
car, don't you? You aren't buying it to sell, are you?" But the
way he said it, they were statements, not questions. 

Dale said, "No sir. I would never sell this car. It is a work of
art."

The man said, "I feel bad about it being in here all these years.
But I haven't been able to bring myself to get rid of it. I was
in town a few months ago and your car club was having a show. I
saw your Superbee. I thought to myself, 'That man loves that car.
That's who should have the Road Runner." 

You didn't have your name or anything on the car, but the car
next to yours was this man's. I finally called him yesterday and
told him about the car and asked if you would be interested. I
want you to take it. You pay me what you can for it."

Dale and Frank raced back to town to get the trailer. Lisa and I
stayed and had a nice long talk with Alex. He talked about his
brother a lot. It was really sad. He talked about his wife who
had died a few years ago. He has been alone on this old farm for
years now. He doesn't farm anymore. He just keeps the house up
and he reads a lot. He showed us his library and it was amazing.
He had thousands of books. He read about everything! He knew a
lot about everything. It was funny. When you meet him you think
he is some kind of country bumpkin, but he knows more about
things than anyone I ever met!

Lisa and I tried to talk him into coming to town sometime. We
invited him to dinner or to the car club to come see his car when
Dale finished getting it ready. But he wasn't interested. He was
used to being alone. It's a shame, he was really fascinating.

While we were looking around in his library I spotted a stack of
photographs. They were huge blowups of black and white pictures,
and they were beautiful! I asked if I could look through them and
he blushed, but he nodded. I started pulling them out one at a
time. Most of them were about three by four feet. The first dozen
or so were landscapes. And they were the most magnificent
photographs I had ever seen. The contrast, the composition, they
were perfect, they moved me. Then I came to some that were
portraits. I knew without asking that they were of his wife, and
that he had taken them. As I worked my way through the stack she
was younger and younger. She was always beautiful. There were
even a few nude figure studies. 

I looked at the collection and thought, "These need to be shown!
People need to see these!" 

I turned and asked him if he had more and he nodded. Then I said,
"I want you to take my picture. These are the most beautiful
photographs that I have ever seen! Please, make me look like
that."

He blushed again and I could see that he was going to say no. I
went over to him and said, "You have to show these. The world
needs to see these." 

He shook his head and I put my hand on his cheek and said again,
"Please, take my photograph. I want to see me through your
eyes."

He hesitated for a moment and then he said, "It has been a long
time. I haven't touched my camera since Diane died."

Lisa had gone over to look at the photographs, to see what I was
so excited about. She came back over to where I was standing and
I saw that she was as much in awe as I was.

We followed Alex out to the barn and he had converted a large
portion of it into a studio. He got his camera out. It was an
old, large format camera. It looked like an antique. As he was
setting it up he was ignoring me. I was standing out of the way,
taking my clothes off.

When he had his camera set up he turned around and saw me
standing there and almost jumped out of his skin. I smiled at him
and walked over to the area he had set up and said, "How do you
want me?"

He took a deep breath and posed me and moved all around taking
light readings and adjusting lights and then he moved behind the
camera and he started talking to me. He was putting thoughts in
my head and watching me react and sometimes he would take a
picture. Every once in a while he would step back and come over
and adjust my position slightly, then go back and talk to me in
that quiet, hypnotic voice again and then take another picture. 

When he was finished I stood up and Lisa was standing there
naked, waiting her turn. He must have given up by then. He just
posed her and went through the same procedure all over again. I
watched, fascinated as he took a couple of dozen photographs,
working quietly and calmly and confidently. Then I went over and
Lisa and I sat down on a couch and he took pictures of us
together. 

These weren't 'dirty' pictures. They weren't sexual, but they
were sensual. He posed us together, but not in a sexual manner.
When he had taken another dozen photographs he straightened up
and said, "That's good. Those were some good shots. I think
you'll be happy."

I knew I would be. I noticed that, as detached as he had tried to
act, he had a very large bulge in his jeans. I moved over to him
and reached out and gently touched his erections. I smiled up at
him and said, "Did I do that?" Then I slowly started undressing
him.

He stuttered out a few phrases meant to deter me, but I was not
going to be denied. I took his clothes off and pushed him onto a
nearby daybed on his back. Lisa came over and lay down beside him
and kissed him gently while I moved over him and guided his cock
into me. I slid up and down on him only once or twice before he
came.

He groaned, and I think he was disappointed. But we were not done
yet. I lay down on top of him and kissed his chest while Lisa
continued to kiss his lips. His cock was still buried in me and
it never got soft at all.

After a few minutes I put my arms around him and held him and
together we rolled over so that he was on top now. I looked up at
him and said, "Please, make believe I'm her. Make love to
Diane."

Lisa moved away, she was crying like a baby. Alex held me gently
and made the sweetest love to me. He kissed my face and my lips
and my neck and he stroked his cock in and out of me and I held
him tight and he came again, and as he came he called out her
name.

I held him tight for a long time. Finally he got up and sat on
the side of the bed and it looked like he felt bad. I sat up and
asked, "Are you sad?"

He stared at me for a minute and then he smiled and said, "I'm
not sure what I am. For a few minutes I had Diane back." 

He stared at me for a minute and said, "I think that I am
grateful. You are a very perceptive young woman."

I sat beside him and held his hand and kissed it. Then I said,
"We can do that again some time. I enjoyed it."

He looked a little bit unsure and he asked, "How do you suppose
your husband would feel about that Kelly?"

I smiled and said, "My husband would think it was wonderful." I
understood now that he was worried about what Dale would think if
he found out. I took his hand and said, "Seriously, Dale wouldn't
mind."

He wasn't entirely convinced, but I was pretty sure that I could
bring him around.

He pointed out a small bathroom and I went in and got cleaned up
while he got dressed and went into the darkroom. Lisa got dressed
and we sat around waiting impatiently for more than an hour.

He finally came out and said, "I'm sorry it took so long. You'll
be happy though, they came out beautifully."

He let us into the darkroom and the photos were hanging up on
line all around the room. He was right, they were beautiful! They
were works of art. Every last one of them was a work of art, fit
to hang in a gallery.

I went over to him and I had tears in my eyes. I hugged him and
said, "They are beautiful. I don't know what to say. Thank you
doesn't seem like enough."

He smiled down at me and said, "Oh, I pretty much think we are
even young lady. For a few minutes I had Diane back. It wasn't
enough, it wasn't real, but it was wonderful."

I stepped back again and said, "Lisa and I have a friend that has
a large, famous art gallery in the city. He would go crazy over
your work. Let me take them to him. Let him show them. They
deserve to be seen."

He said, "I don't want to get involved in all of that crap. I
can't deal with those people and to be honest I don't have much
respect for a lot of the things people call art."

"All the more reason to put some real art out there for them," I
argued. Then I had a thought and suggested, "What if we didn't
tell anyone who the photographer was? Our friend could show them,
sell them, and you could remain anonymous. At least let me take
some of them to him. Let him look at them."

Alex finally gave in and we went through his collection and the
three of us selected about three dozen photographs. We worked our
butts off packing them up to travel and by the time the guys
finally got back with the trailer and a car full of help the
photographs were ready to go. 

We went out and watched Dale and Frank and a couple of guys they
had been able to round up from the club put the car up on rollers
and carefully winch it out of the garage and onto the trailer.
Then they helped us load the photos in the back of the truck and
secure them. Before we left we took Frank and Dale into the
studio and showed them our portraits. 

Alex was standing there nervously, not knowing how our husbands
would react to him taking nude pictures of their wives. When the
guys saw the pictures they went nuts. They were just as excited
about them as we were. Well, almost anyway.

Before we left, Dale handed Alex a check for the car. He said,
"It is worth at least five times this much. I'm sorry that this
is all I can scrape up on such short notice." 

I saw the check. It was for twenty thousand, almost wiping out
our savings. Alex took the check and smiled and tore it up. He
said, "Your wives think they are going to make me rich. Whether
they do or not, they have made me happy. I haven't been happy in
a long time. I don't need the money, I'm glad the car found
someone that loves it as much as my brother did."

The expression on Dale's face right at that moment was worth
twenty thousand dollars!

Alex turned to Lisa and me and said, "Let me know how your friend
likes those pictures. Yours will be dry and mounted tomorrow if
you want them. It was nice meeting you folks." Then he went back
into the house and we headed home.

On the way home we told the guys all about our afternoon. They
were so touched they didn't even get turned on!

We had planned on stopping at the adult novelty shop that Dale
had found, but it was getting late, so we put I off until
tomorrow and headed home to unload the car.

The Road Runner was in much better shape than they had thought.
They had expected the interior to be dry rotted, but it wasn't.
They replaced all the hoses and belts and gaskets and the tires
and all the fluids and all of those things that don't sit up well
in storage. They put a battery in it and it started right up and
ran like a new car. It had two hundred and sixty-nine miles on
the odometer, it was a new car.

There wasn't a scratch on the paint, I forget the name of the
color, but it was a pretty copper color with a black stripe on
the hood. It has won top prize at several shows. Dale has been
offered more than five times what he tried to pay Alex for it. He
would sell me before he would sell that car though. Come to think
of it, he did sell me!

The car club has gotten together for several shows and a few
parties since we went nuts at that out of state show and campout.
We have toned them down a little though. It still gets a little
wild, and the people in the tents at night, or the motel rooms,
are not always the people that are married to each other. But we
are a little more discrete about it and those few members of the
club that aren't up for that are grateful.

Lisa and I attend games with Glenn and at his company's loge
every now and then. We have also hosted a few poker games. It's a
chance to get a little wild and we all enjoy it.

Lisa and I took the photographs, including some of the ones that
we posed for, to our friend with the art gallery. He went nuts.
Alex is the next Ansel Adams. Alex is the most famous unknown
photographer in the country. His photographs sell like crazy,
when he takes them. But he only takes them when he is in the
mood. 

We have gotten calls from people all over the world that want to
pose for him. But he is happy with the two models he has now.
Lisa and I go out there about twice a month. We take him his
checks and pick up any new photos that he has made and while we
are there he makes love to Diane.

The End

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.



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