Opening the Marriage (5 page)

Curious.

The old guy acted pretty insistent now, so I
sucked him slow and easy to drive him crazy. Cocks don't age like
men do, unless reduced by bulging bellies. This guy wasn't too fat,
so I didn't mind at all. While women freak over adding a few
pounds, most guys think they're just a few sit-ups away from
stud-dom. I must have teased the prick too long because the old man
grabbed my head and started fucking my face as fast as possible.
That, too, felt pretty good. Hands explored my butt and pussy,
which intensified the experience. A finger dug into my cunt and I
nearly jumped. Then a finger penetrated my asshole and I grunted
for more.

"Please fuck me!" I begged him.

A nice fucking cock entered my pussy and I
nearly wept, it felt so good. It was pumping me real good when the
old guy came in my mouth so hard I worried he had a heart attack.
But, no, he just looked extremely happy. He smiled at me and went
to his suit jacket to show me a roll of Benjamins.

"Here's $2000 more. I am so sorry to ask for
forgiveness, rather than permission, but my grandson needed this
really bad. Please don't get upset. Things are going so well."

What the fuck? I turned around and some blond
kid was nailing me like a carpenter. Matt had collapsed on one of
those uncomfortable, but expensive-looking, chairs.

"Please tell me you're 18 years old," I
begged him.

"Of course!" He seemed offended he didn't
look old enough to fuck legal. It felt too good to complain, so I
just hunched over and let him pound the fuck out of me. This is
what I really needed. Something must have made the kid very angry,
because he was getting his anger out on my ass. And I fucking loved
it. He must have beat off recently because he lasted forever. Not
that I'm complaining. When he came, he growled angrily, then swore
like a sailor as he pumped my pussy with sperm.

Matt didn't look ready yet, so I asked him
for another drink to help me catch my breath.

"I'm gonna take a shower," I informed them,
taking charge, "and when I get out, I want some anal. And you," I
said to the kid, even though I was only 21, "I want to suck you off
before we're done, so wash it off."

"Are those tits real?" the kid asked me.

"A few years before he died, John Wayne did a
Q & A at Harvard, and one of the students asked him if his hair
was real. He got pissed. Hell yes, it's real, he shouted. Then he
caught himself and added, it's not mine, but it's real."

I finished another drink by the time I
showered and found three naked men waiting for my return. This is
what I wanted, I told myself. Sow them fucking oats!

"I'd like to try all three of you at once. I
want to blow the young guy. Why don't you lay down and Matt can
have my ass."

I sucked the old guy hard and mounted him. He
immediately started playing with my bountiful breasts. Matt lubed
up and pressed against my butt hole. I waved the kid closer to get
his dick inside me to divert my attention from the pain. I tried
anal with Jack, but that was ages ago. I knew that the old guy's
fat cock wouldn't fit easily, so Matt's was the easiest to take.
And I took it. He shoved it in gradually, unsure of himself, until
I started bucking back, demanding more. The kid already started
fucking my mouth and his grandfather moved like a ship in a
storm.

I liked having three cocks in me at the same
time, but it made it hard to concentrate on any of them. I probably
would have enjoyed them just two at a time. Plus, I couldn't ride
the fat monster in my cunt like I wanted. So the three of them
bucked against me and I savored it, assuming wrongly that I would
not repeat this. It would have worked better if the three white
boys had any rhythm.

The kid climaxed first, shooting my face like
Dick Cheney, but he didn't taste as great as his cock looked. He
made sure I drained him, though, of every drop. Matt now steadied
my hips and pounded away, grunting like a bull. Anal felt so
different. Not better, but still pretty good, now that I could
concentrate on it. I'm glad I prepared my anal muscles for the
intrusions. I closed my eyes as the older guy sucked my titties and
absorbed the pleasant pounding. When Matt increased his tempo, I
eagerly awaited the sensation of sperm coating my rectum. I love
the feeling of a guy coming in my pussy, even when it leaks out to
flow down my legs. But when Matt shot his wad into my ass, that
felt even better. I got all Zen, becoming one with my a-hole, as he
pulled out and I could feel just his cum for the first time. Oh, I
was going to do a lot more anal from now on.

Finally, I could concentrate on grandpa,
slapping my hips down his pole faster and faster. He didn't look
older than his early 60s. He had a hard cock, which is what really
mattered. I never imagined fucking someone old enough to be my
grandfather, but he acted just like any other horny guy. He just
looked more distinguished. I felt weirder doing his grandson,
afraid he was jail-bait. The old guy finally moaned, clenching his
teeth, so I focused on riding his pole faster and harder. I knew
when he came. He didn't utter a sound, but his eyes bugged out,
with those hairy eyebrows that too many seniors sport. I rolled off
him and savored two shots of cum in my cunt.

Wow. I could get used to this. Definitely
better than anything I've had with Jack.

"Can we do this every week?" I asked them.
They all seemed eager and I could use the money.

Several hours later, after I exhausted them,
I knocked on the door of 803. He opened it surprised, pleased, and
ready to go. I marched in past him.

"I don't have much time," I told him,
stripping. He got the message and we undressed on the way to the
bed. Naked, we kissed and caressed each other on the bed as I
guided him inside me. Despite all the dick I got today, it still
felt good. I could never become a real prostitute because I liked
to choose my lovers, rather than have to fuck whatever dirty
stinking asshole pays me. But, at the same time, I wanted to
out-whore my husband. I wanted to act like a total slut, like most
men.

He must have been on a slow simmer all day,
because he was hot to trot. He pumped me hard and fast and I could
tell he wasn't going to wait for me. Well, I had a few orgasms that
day, but still, he fucking owed me. I swallowed him in the
elevator. I assumed he would make it up to me, but he apparently
put his needs before mine. Ironically, the three guys who paid me
treated me really well, while I felt like a prostitute with this
guy who was getting free sex. Not that I had a reason to complain.
I found him physically attractive and he sure knew how to fuck. All
I really had to do was wait, so I closed my eyes and got into it,
letting him use and abuse my body.

Jack and I once got the opportunity to float
in a salt water tank. The water was so thick you didn't need to
move to not sink, like the lake at Salt Lake City. That's what it
felt like -- my consciousness floated with my body and I felt all
my stress, anxiety, and rage drain out of me. Sex therapy, that's
what it was. It worked better than massage to loosen my muscle
tension.

After a few wonderful minutes,
what's-his-name changed his tune. Or, at least, his grunting. I
remembered how good he taste and woke myself up from my trance.

"Please cum in my mouth."

"What?" He seemed drugged. "Oh, sure."

He pulled out and planted a knee on either
side of my head. He stroked himself furiously, his penis just a few
inches over me, his whole body tense. The slapping of his cock
seemed loud in the small hotel bedroom. With great anticipation, I
waited for him to shoot his wad. I enjoyed watching men beat off.
It was so different than women. He looked about to explode. I
envied his concentration. This total stranger was about to shoot a
load of sperm into my mouth, and I planned to swallow it all. And I
didn't even know his name. That's pretty slutty. That thought
pleased me.

He warned me by making noises like he just
won the lotto. He sounded not unlike a monkey about to throw feces.
I prepared myself, surprisingly eager. Come on, fucker! He must
have beat off because he should have recharged fully by now. Damn
it, I wanted a full load! It's like getting just half a tank of
gas. His dick floated just a few inches from me, his hand a blur.
By the noise I could tell that my pussy juices really lubricated
it. I wish I could lick my own pussy. That would be so awesome.

When he screamed, I immediately leaned my
head forward and swallowed his tasty cock. The first rope of cum
smashed into the back of my throat. I bobbed on his pole and a
second wad splashed on my tongue. Oh, yeah. I applied maximum
pressure and drained him, my payment for a job well done. When I
finally opened my eyes, I saw him look down at me in awe.

"Your husband is a very lucky man," he said,
and I wondered if we would ever exchange names. He looked like a
Bill or a Todd. I wondered what I looked like. "I want to tell you
about the best advice I didn't follow. My uncle warned me that
there are three kinds of women: those who don't enjoy giving oral
sex, and therefore do it as little as possible; those who do it to
please or reward their man, who do it when horny; and, three, that
rare woman who just loves to suck cock. The punch line? If you ever
find a girl in Category 3, fucking marry her!"

He laughed, and I laughed with him. Like me,
he wore a wedding band. I doubt I was the first woman he cheated
with, either. But otherwise he seemed an okay guy, for a fucking
suit.

"Out of curiosity, why did you blow me in the
elevator?"

"I was thirsty." I felt so mischievous.

"Why did you want me to cum in your mouth
again?"

"You taste yummy."

When he smiled, he was even better looking
than my husband.

"If your husband appreciates what he has,
then he is a very lucky bastard."

Now I smiled. "Tell me about it."

CHAPTER 6

I could not believe my eyes when Rodney
pulled into my garage with Cindy looking like she won the lottery.
She got out and it was like yesterday. She hugged me as if she
hadn't fucked the guy who married me. I loved how her tits pressed
against me. Women smell so much better than men. I handed her the
tequila bottle I have been emptying and she took a swig. My
mix-tape of fuck-music blared from the living room to give us
something to hump to.

"You are so hot!" She sounded surprised.
"Look at those tits! Oh. My. God. I am so envious."

"They taste good, too," I said, taking one
out. Like a dog thrown a steak, she dived in, sucking the nipple
hard and feeling up the rest of my body. Despite myself, I swooned
when she poked a finger into my pussy. Until then, I hadn't felt
the alcohol.

"Ladies, let's take this to the bedroom. I
want the two of you on tape."

Hand in hand, we skipped like little girls,
then rolled around on the California king bed, kissing
passionately. Rodney turned on the hidden cameras and got a
high-end one out of the closet to take close-ups. Women sure kiss
better than men. Or, at least, Cindy did. I think I speak for most
women when I say, if hot chicks came with hard pricks, I would
never need a man again. I loved her tongue dancing in my mouth.
Soon we got into a mini-69, sucking each other breasts while
fingering pussy. I've never known this kind of lust before. Sucking
a tit while a woman sucked my tit, with a finger fucking me quickly
took me over the top. She was just so beautiful. Seeing her so
turned on really turned me on. My heaving breathing matched her as
we worked each other up to a simultaneous orgasm. Our fingers
became blurs until we both screamed at the cameras and splashed
each other.

I grabbed her head and spoke my mind. "Where
have you been all my life?"

Actually, we had gone to the same schools
since kindergarten. We kissed, crazy now, as if high on ecstasy,
until we found ourselves deep in a 69. I have never known pussy
before, but I knew I could not live without it anymore. I don't
know why men complain, because I found her scent thrilling. I
explored her with my tongue, forcing myself deeper as she did the
same with me. I never knew a women could turn me on so much. Pussy
didn't just get me wet, it fucking irrigated me.

She latched onto my clit, so I did the same
to her. I never sucked pussy before, so I just mirrored her
technique. Until she nibbled really hard. Then I fucking bit her.
She screamed into my cunt, then attacked my clit so furiously that
I could barely concentrate. So I cheated by finger-fucking her
hard. The cunning bitch still won, though. I felt a flash flood
wash over her, yet she didn't remove her head until my thighs
released her. She looked at me, happy as a clam, my juices fucking
up her makeup, and I knew I just added a regular to my list of
friends-with-benefits.

"But I'm still hungry," I complained like an
ungrateful bitch.

Cindy laid me down and sat on my face. Much
stronger hands forced my legs apart and I smiled into the pink lips
pressing down on me. A moment later Rodney's big black dick
penetrated me and soon he was working his magic. I grabbed Cindy's
ass cheeks and made the most of this wonderful opportunity. I
explored her virgina like an OB-GYN, licking and sucking and
nibbling to see what elicited the strongest response. Once I found
a good combination, I tweaked her clit in my fingertips and
polished that jewel until it shined. Rodney really built me up, and
I wanted her to cum before me, so I ran that bitch down. Her
obedient pussy complied and she gushed onto my tongue. Unlike salty
semen, she tasted almost sweet. Rodney's pounding increased speed
and strength and I knew I couldn't hold off much longer. Cindy
tried to vacate my mouth, but I held her down and raped her with my
tongue. Rodney's dick was just too big. It filled me up and
overwhelmed my self-control. My spasm shook my entire body.