Laura waited on tables at a yuppie restaurant/lounge in the suburbs of
Boston for a few months; lots of plants dangling from the ceiling and micro brew
bottles lining the oak bar there. It beat her last job, cleaning offices at
night. Laura wasn't the typical knock 'em-dead-on-first-site waitress. She was
more cute than beautiful. She wore her shoulder-length dirty blond hair in a
not-so-tight French braid. Her playful smile and perky green eyes warmed the
hearts of many male customers. The uniform was a tan polo shirt tucked into
cotton off-white pants that were loose in the legs yet hugged her ass nicely.
Laura was only 19, single and hoping to go to college next semester. But on only
about $75 a night in tips, the dream of furthering her education while
maintaining her own apartment began to fade. She met Lou while tending bar one
night. The dark-haired stranger had piercing dark eyes but a gentle approach. He
saw wasted talent in Laura. "You've probably heard every line imaginable, and
this is no line, but I think it is a shame when folks don't reach their
potential," he said as she poured him another drink. "You, my dear, shouldn't be
tending bar for what, a lousy 50 to a 100 bucks a night." "It pays the bills; at
least some of them," she said. "Surely you want to do more than just pay the
bills," he said taking a drag on his cigarette. "Money, no matter what we want
to do or how we want to accomplish it, is a necessary evil, isn't it?" In his
early 30s, Lou was a rising business owner with big plans. His eyes followed
Laura around the bar. He noticed the way she moved and talked to customers.
Though innocent looking, she had tremendous sex appeal, he thought. Folks felt
at ease around her. Her body appeared trim and firm, other than a slight
jiggling of her nicely-shaped butt. Her nipples pressed pressed softly against
her shirt. The bar scene being what it was, Laura had heard it all in a short
time: the lonely husband stories to the dirty old men propositioning her with no
shame. Still, she remained cheerful and pleasant. She liked her job, but wished
it paid better. Lou frequented the place more often, getting a better reading on
his favourite waitress. He watched her naively flirt with customers. She was
always the first in line when the waitresses got together to march over to a
birthday table. She liked to throw a little swagger into her step from time to
time. Lou and Laura actually became quite friendly and within a couple months,
he made his offer. Laura became a dancer at Lou's club -- a strip bar in the
distant suburbs -- earning about $200 on an average night and closer to $400 on
weekends. She was his main act and danced nowhere else. No agents, no sharing
her pay. She was a natural, Lou often said. He always said she was the best
talent he ever hired. From the first night, she seemed as at ease with be
unclothed in front of strangers as she was waiting on tables. By the end of the
first week, she began polishing her act, becoming quite the showgirl. By the end
of the first month, she took her act to a different level and began to actually
get turned on by the power which was her's on stage. She grew addicted to the
money and the spotlight. The more honest her act became, the more the audience
would become overwhelmed. Lou trusted Laura in taking her act to the legal
limits. The other girls -- many of whom were drug addicts and less than
intelligent, talented or responsible -- had more restrictions placed on them.
But Laura could touch, tease and caress herself in ways that brought in big
bucks to the club without bringing in the cops. Lou gave her the freedom to earn
top dollar and in return, Laura produced loyal customers. Indecent proposals
were made on a nightly basis. From beer-drenched college kids to high-priced
businessmen, the offers for extra cash for out-of-club performances were
numerous. But Laura tried to separate her dancing from her private life. She
dated a couple of the more sincere clients a few times as well as an associate
of Lou's once, but other than that her sex life mostly remained on the stage
where it was lucrative enough to begin planning for college again. One night she
made about $700 in tips, a new house record. The place was at capacity. That day
started out as a hot one. Temperatures reached 100 degrees by mid-morning. Laura
was in bed all night and morning with an old high school boyfriend she dated for
two years. They hadn't seen each other in well over a year. He was passing
through on his way back to the university. The couple always had great sex, even
at a young age, but went their separate ways when Todd went off to school. When
he called the day before, Laura was excited about seeing him but didn't tell him
about her new line of work. They went out to dinner, enjoyed a couple of bottles
of wine and had sex over and over again until noon the next day. Laura
eventually caught about an hour or two of sleep, went for a late afternoon jog
and then headed over to the club, dead on her feet, never imagining the kind of
night it would be. When she got to the club, her body still ached. She got on
stage at 7 p.m. dressed in her cowgirl outfit, complete with whip and spurs. Men
immediately men began emptied their wallets as usual. Moving to a hard rocking
song with a pulsating beat, she worked the audience like a pro. She pranced
around the stage, shaking her hips and lifting her skirt -- a white thong
underneath -- for anyone who threw down a dollar. She was a great dancer. As she
stripped down completely by the third song she began wrapping her legs around
men's shoulders, giving them an intimate view. One guy, who threw down a 10
dollar bill, got real close to her scented pussy as Laura slightly brushed her
lips against his nose. "Looks like that pussy has had a cock or two in it
recently," he boldly said as he surveyed her, tempted to extend his tongue if
she got that close again. "You can tell?" she sexily said. "Sure, I can smell
it, and see you're a little ... ahhh.. raw down there honey," he whispered.
"Tell me, do you get turned on doing this?" "Why else would I do it?" she
answered. "I mean sometimes yes, sometimes not really. Sometimes I get turned on
sexually; other times I just get pumped up from the music and the atmosphere."
Then she pranced away, putting the dollar in her garter. Laura was a little
thrown but turned on by the man's observation. The rest of the night was her's
as she just dominated the scene until 2 a.m. She danced hard, throwing her young
body from man to man. During one of her breaks, she masturbated in the restroom
stall thinking of that stranger's face between her legs. It was like the
audience and Laura were feeding off each other. She was dancing like never
before, and doing things to herself and to the audience that had Lou's bouncers
a little nervous. She was damp between her legs and it showed. But the show went
on and Laura left that evening feeling like she had just had sex with hundreds
of men. She packed her bag, slipped into her jeans and t-shirt and got a ride
home from one of the club workers with hundreds of dollars to count. Laura took
the next week off and went to visit Todd at his frat house. Though she didn't
want to begin dating him on a regular basis again, she always trusted him and
they had great times together. The young couple had shared many things including
their expanding sexual fantasies and experiences. Todd was not entirely
surprised when she finally told him that she was dancing for men. He always felt
she had exhibitionist traits. And she was not surprised to hear that he, being
voyeuristic, was turned on by the idea of her stripping in front of an audience.
Laura spent a quiet night at the house, playing board games and listening to
music with Todd. The next morning, she paraded around the kitchen in only a
night shirt and panties, catching the attention of several frat brothers who
were up eating breakfast. One of the guys had recognized her from the club but
played it cool and said nothing of it at the time. However, later that day word
had spread and Todd had to let her know that the young men knew who she was. In
fact, several of them had seen her perform. "If it makes you uncomfortable, we
can get a room at a hotel or something for tonight," he said. But Laura wasn't
bothered by this. In fact, she said it was better that it was out in the open.
Todd, hearing this, felt strangely excited about the possibilities for the
evening. There was a big party at the frat house that night. As usual, the party
spread to all corners of the home. There was dancing, drinking and party games.
Laura was having a great time meeting new people. One of the brothers came up to
Laura and Todd and said a strip poker game was forming in the back den and
wanted them to join. Both were eager to play. When they arrived a few minutes
later, they noticed there was only one other woman -- a townie who came to all
the frat parties. "Hey guys, looks like unfair numbers to me," said Todd. "Well,
we figured we'd be no match for a pro like Laura," said Carl. "C'mon, sit down.
Laura, this is Ginger. And this is Frank, Carl and Ronnie and Tom and Franklin
and... oh, forget it. You'll never remember everyone anyway. Ginger appeared to
be a little older, maybe mid to late 20s. She was large-breasted and was dressed
in a short black dress with stockings. In contrast, Laura was wearing torn and
faded jeans and a white t-shirt. Ginger surveyed Laura's body for a moment, then
extended her hand. "Glad you had the guts to join us," she said. "Those other
prudes are so boring." The game progressed quickly, and Laura survived the first
few hands while Ginger was already out of her dress and wearing only her bra,
panties and garter. A couple of the guys had their shirts off which Laura more
than noticed. Both Todd and Laura wondered how far this game would go. Todd knew
that the games have led to mild orgies in the past, but that was usually only
with Ginger. It was finally time for Laura to remove something other than her
shoes and socks. She stood up and took off her jeans with her usually smile
plastered across her face. She gracefully adjusted the material around her
crotch and picked up her cards. Todd watched as his high school sweetheart sat
back down in her powder blue panties. All eyes turned to her body as she sat
Indian-style on the floor with her cards in her hands. Ronnie stared right into
her crotch where he could see some discoloration in her panties, wondering if
she was wet. Ginger, however, soon lost all her clothes and sat with her legs
extended and ankles crossed. Some of the players began fondling her hardened
nipples as they turned down the lights and continued pouring wine into her. Not
to be outdone, Todd turned to Laura and placed a hand on her thigh and began
some light petting as the card game wound down and the real fun began. Not
knowing what it would lead to, he continued on as Frank, sitting on Laura's
other side, began moving closer, wearing only his boxer shorts. The
possibilities of this quickly escalating were increasing by the moment. Soon
Frank placed his hand on her other thigh and Carl moved around to massage her
neck. Todd meanwhile was looking for signs from Laura that she wanted out. But
she just began to melt under the touch of now four guys while two others gave
their attention to Ginger on the floor of this tiny room. Ginger knew the
routine and didn't want to be outdone by this newcomer. She liked the attention
on her. Ginger rolled onto her stomach and began sucking on one guy's cock. Her
ass was beautiful Laura thought as she was momentarily taken in by the site of
someone giving head to a stranger just a few feet away. Everyone, in fact
watched as Ginger grinded her hips, lifting her lower body as she sent her
friend into ecstasy. Her completely shaven pussy was clearly visible from behind
as she spread her legs and squirmed around on the carpet. Laura, getting more
and more turned on by this scene, reached for Frank's thigh and slid her hand
under the open leg of his shorts until she reached his semi-hard cock. She had
decided there was no turning back. She wanted to fulfil this fantasy and trusted
she was in good company to do so. For the next 90 minutes, the two women were
the object of every man's attention. Todd watched intensely as Laura took
Ronnie's cock into her pussy. It was like it was happening in slow motion. Laura
was on her back. Ronnie pushed her tanned legs almost all the way to her
shoulders, exposing her wet and swollen pussy lips. Then he rubbed the head of
his cock along her juicy slit before pressing it into her opening. As he
thrusted it in, her lips pushed aside and her face scrunched up pain. Laura
grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way into her. As he pulled out, his cock
was covered in her creamy lubricant. Then Ronnie began pumping and Laura pounded
the floor with her fists and moaned uncontrollably, staring right into his eyes.
Meanwhile, Ginger was sucking on two cocks at the same time as the men watched
Laura getting her initiation. One after another, they rammed their cocks into
Ginger and Laura who almost seemed in competition for the most men. A few other
brothers came into the room and joined in. Laura at one point felt she couldn't
go on as she became dry and raw and covered in cum. But Ginger challenged her to
keep up, and the younger Laura went on. Some of the men used condoms; some
didn't. Laura, while in the doggy position, watched Ginger swallow three guys'
loads in a matter of four or five minutes, giving her the idea to turn around
and finish Frank off in her mouth, something she had never done. It was a night
of youthful and lustful experimentation. By the end, Laura had fucked 10 guys, a
couple of them twice, and sucked off five others. Ginger was not to be outdone
and took about two dozen men into her pussy and mouth. In fact most of the frat
house, other than a couple guys with girlfriends there, had gone through the den
that night. Laura was sore as hell. There was an ache between her legs and she
was covered in sticky cum which was also plastered in her hair. Todd, half
passed out on the sofa, watched her nude body rise from the floor in the early
morning. She struggled to slip back into her jeans, then gave up and just put on
her t-shirt and headed out to the kitchen where she made some coffee. Laura went
out on the porch and watched the sun rise. Todd followed. "You OK?" he asked as
she looked off into the distance. "Surprisingly, yeah, I am fine," she said. "A
little slow and dirty I guess. At some point during all that craziness, I
thought I'd wake to regret it. But I don't. I mean it's a once in a lifetime
thing, right? How 'bout you?" "I'm tired as hell, but damn you really were
something," he said. "Glad I was there for it." After another year of working in
Lou's club, Laura decided to move west. College again was put on the back
burner. While she never quite had the experience again she had while visiting
the frat house, she had become much more sexually active and even got into a
couple sex-for-money, big money, situations which were about the only times she
felt guilty and dirty after sex. She began to feel restless, however, and wanted
a fresh start. She managed to avoid the drug scene and kept fit. But after a
year of late nights at the club, dancing hard and playing harder, she was spent.
Her last night in the club involved a back room encounter with Lou and another
dancer. Lou had coaxed the two into putting on a lesbian act on stage. When it
was over, there was obviously still some unresolved lust between the two which
Lou picked up on immediately. In a dark and damp storage room, they further
explored each others' bodies while Lou watched. Darlene was a dark-hard
28-year-old Oriental very much into lesbianism. She had kissed Laura in ways she
had never felt before. Then, with Laura relaxed, Darlene began using various
devices on her including a 14-inch dildo. She worked it into her as Laura
tightly grabbed hold of the arms of the chair she was sitting on. Darlene darted
her tongue across Laura's clit as she slid the monster play cock in and out of
her. Laura took in 12 of the 14 inches, screaming with each thrust. Lou began
fondling her breasts. Eventually Darlene and Laura traded places and Laura went
down on the older woman sitting in the chair. Laura kneeled in front of Darlene.
Lou managed to get behind Laura, staring at her tan-lined ass while playing with
her soft pussy. Then he swiftly mounted her. His cock went into her easily.
Laura could feel her friend deep inside her while she tasted Darlene's fluids
flowing onto her mouth. Laura, who had recreational sex with Lou before, found
the experience with Darlene interesting. Lou continued thrusting his dick into
her while now working a finger into her asshole. He always wanted so much to put
his cock there, but wasn't sure Laura would go for it. He continued to work his
finger deeper as her cheeks rippled with each thrust. Laura had no complaints so
far. In fact, she turned at one point and told Lou to: "Do it if you want, but
gently." Lou needed no further encouragement. He wet her asshole with his
saliva. It was so pink, tight and inviting. Never, even though it was her finest
asset, had it been penetrated by a man. Darlene got out of the chair and told
Laura to sit back down and raise her legs into her body as far as possible.
Judging from Darlene's direction, she had obviously done this before and was
trying to make this as easy as possible for Laura. Laura's asshole was now in an
inviting position. Darlene started by licking it, sometimes burying her tongue
inside. "I never knew that would feel so good," said Laura breathlessly.
"There," Darlene said to Lou. "Now she's ready." Lou first spread her cheeks
with his thumbs then placed the head of his cock in first as Laura pulled hard
on the back of her thighs trying to open herself wide as Darlene played with her
nipples and clit. Then, as if she just gave in and relaxed, Lou's cock slid in.
Laura gasped not thinking this could last very long. But again, she adjusted to
it and pain became pleasure. The chair rocked back and forth and Lou could feel
the tight grip she had on him. Darlene began working his ass with her tongue
which helped keep him rock hard. Laura kept sliding to the edged of the chair,
only to have to reposition herself again and again. Lou finally withdrew and
exploded as Darlene came at him from the side to gobble up the cum, then shared
it with Laura as they deep kissed for about a minute. The next day Laura was on
her way to California. The unique thing about Laura was that should could put
sex in the same category as other diversions. To her it was something that made
her feel good physically, like a walk along a mountain trail or a sipping a fine
wine. Of course it was more intense, but she failed to attach the emotional
baggage or moral standards that often prevent women from going too far sexually.
She played a dangerous game at times by having unprotected encounters, but for
the most part she knew her partners well enough to feel reasonably safe. Laura
saw as much of the country as she could on her way west. She sent postcards to
Todd, Lou and an old girlfriend from the restaurant. She was amazed at the
various sites along her slow journey and for the most part stayed out of
trouble. One night in a midwest town, she settled in at a hotel that had a strip
joint across the street with a sign in neon lights that proclaimed it was
amateur night. She kept peeking out the window noticing the crowd entering the
club. Feeling a little bored and lonely, she decided to slip into a bright
yellow dress and see whether she wanted to enter the competition. It wasn't so
much the money she wanted -- she had made a bundle working at Lou's -- it was
the excitement and curiosity of a new stage. The club was grungy and rundown,
but the crowd seemed OK and the music was good. The stage was elevated and was
surrounded by seats and a small counter area which was used for gentlemen to
place their drinks on and for dancers to get right up in customers' faces. The
rules apparently were very liberal, meaning there was a whole lot of touching
going on, especially during table dances in distant dark corners. Laura
approached one of the bartenders and asked about competing. The bartender, who
was also the manager, said she could be next up if she wanted. He looked her
over and asked if she was interested in a permanent job. "No, just passing
through," she answered. Laura sat on stairs next to the stage sipping a club
soda. Already the customers were looking to get a preview of this stranger. One
man next to her caught a good view up her dress and commented on her white
panties. "Now, now, you have to wait," she said in her special way, then crossed
her legs. "Can't blame a guy for trying," he said. When Laura got on the stage,
it was like being home again. She immediately went into her dance routine which
was fast paced and almost gymnastic at times. If she hadn't taken off a stitch
of clothing, the crowd would have still voted her the best amateur of the night.
They had never seen a girl move like Laura. But of course this was a full nudity
place and by the second song, Laura began inching up her dress to expose her ass
and flat stomach. By the third song she was entirely nude, swinging from
overhead railings and wrapping her legs around customers' heads. She won the
competition that night and took in about another $100 in tips. Not knowing it
that night, it was to be the last time she would dance in a bar. Three weeks
later she was in California, staying with an old high school friend named
Caroline, a thin black-hair, slightly strange cutey with a kind heart. She began
searching for work and dated around considerably. Both girls, in fact, were
rarely home on a Friday or Saturday night. Laura loved California and met all
types of people while working in a sports restaurant which made the waitresses
dress in skimpy, tight shorts and bikini tops. From there she got a job as a
camp assistant and began to settle down. By her 22nd birthday, Laura was engaged
to a man named Jeff, who was actually an old boyfriend of Caroline's. The three
got along fine but eventually Laura moved in with Jeff, a tall dark contractor
who Caroline once said was too much for any one woman to keep up with. He, while
10 years older, had a sense of sexuality that meshed well from the start with
Laura. Laura's days of going out with numerous guys and having wild sex with her
friends were over. She was loyal to Jeff and content with her new life. Jeff was
extremely proud to be with such a great looking, warm woman. He knew from the
start that she was once an exotic dancer and that she probably had slept around
some, but he didn't know to what extent, nor did he mind. Over the first few
months of their marriage, when Laura was now 24 and looking better and more
healthy than ever, Jeff stepped up his probes into her past. He was excited by
her stories which were mainly about Lou and Todd and dancing for strangers. She
never told him that she had taken money in exchange for sex, a low-point in her
sex life she felt. Jeff liked Laura to dress in a provocative way and was
stimulated by the stares she received from other men. He didn't want her to lose
her explosive sexuality just because she was married and working a 9-to-5 job.
He pushed her further and further into this game of public teasing in which she
gave many complete strangers a great look at her best assets. Of course it
stirred her exhibitionist tendencies to expose herself in such a manner. Laura
and Jeff would go to various public places and he'd direct her to sit a certain
way or to shift her skirt or smile seductively. Then he'd describe the reactions
he saw from onlookers. This game turned them on and they often wouldn't even
make it home before they were having sex in some alley or back seat of a car.
Laura's Sex Life 2 of 2
Laura's wavy hair had turned blonder in the California sun and was now
down to her waist. She was a trim 102 pounds with an even more toned body than
she had in her teens. The definition in her legs and her butt made heads turn as
she usually wore shorts or mini-skirts in her leisure time. But even in an old
pair of blue jeans, there was no question that Laura had the body of a little
fuck doll. She loved the outdoors and ran 8 to 10 miles a day four days a week
and worked on exercise equipment two other days. She was employed part time as a
secretary for Jeff who usually operated at a job site from a trailer. The
comments about Laura and looks from workers came on a daily basis, and Jeff
shared what he had heard and seen with his wife every now and then. He loved
when she'd flirt with the crews, which she did often and sometimes unknowingly.
The men, however, knowing Laura was Jeff's wife, couldn't cross over that line
with her until one day when two of the workers, Al and Fred who had had a few
beers, made a comment to Laura about how women who dress revealingly are begging
for it. Laura was wearing a plaid pleated skirt that barely covered the bottom
of her ass and a tight white body shirt with no bra, something she did often
since her tits were firm and not that large. Laura was surprised to hear the men
speak frankly and it stirred something in her. After they left, she thought
about their boldness and how she had hoped they would return. At the end of the
day, when they did come back, she put on quite the show for them, taking every
opportunity to bend over and sitting back in chair so that they could see up her
skirt. Not much was said, but Al and Fred had seen more than they had hoped for.
They glared at her white-pantied crotch as she pretended to be filling out a
form while sitting on top of her desk. Sometimes she'd look up and smile at the
pair in a way that Laura could only do. When she bent over to place the form in
the bottom drawer of a file cabinet, the men saw her panties bunched up at the
bottom her crack and the back of her plump pussy lips contained inside the
crotch. As bold as they were before, they were now speechless. About a week
later, Laura confessed to Jeff about the little show she gave Al and Fred. Jeff
laughed and loved hearing about but was concerned because he didn't want his men
going overboard with this. Still his desire to show off his wife was
overwhelming and gave her his blessing to do whatever turned her on. "What if
they grab me or something?" she said. "Well, it depends I guess on how they do
it," answered Jeff. "I mean there's cheap feels and there's rape. You know the
difference. These guys are all right. They're not maniacs and they certainly
don't want to lose their jobs. Just have some fun with it... if you want." A
couple more weeks had passed and Laura had basically dismissed the whole idea of
taking this any further with Al and Fred, although they were both hunks,
muscular and about her age. The two men hadn't been around much and Laura was
becoming more and more busy. Then one day after another six-pack lunch, Al and
Fred came over to the tailor. Laura was alone, frustrated by the growing pile of
paper work. The two men noticed she was stressed out and offered her the chance
to come back over to there truck and have a beer with them and chill out. "C'mon
kid, the work will be here when you get back," said Al in a friendly tone. Laura
agreed and they all piled in the cab of the truck and opened a few Buds. "Gosh,
sometimes it's good just to let your hair down and kick back, " said Fred. Laura
smiled but still couldn't believe she was putting herself in this position. She
sat in the middle of the bench seat, wearing a pair of cut-offs, sneakers and a
flowery cotton blouse. Al and Fred knew they had one special and different lady
sitting between them as they glanced at her bronze-colour legs. What Laura
didn't know was that Jeff had asked the two to pay her this visit. "Anyone ever
tell you you have the legs of a dancer?" said Fred. "Yeah, real nice and strong
for a little girl," he said, as Laura slumped down into the seat and put her
knees against the dashboard. "Hey, how about that stomach," said Al. Laura's
belly button was exposed. She kiddingly yanked back down on her shirt to cover
herself and proudly told them she does two hundred sit-ups a day. "Can I feel?"
asked Al as he placed his hand over her stomach. She nodded yes. "Wow, hard as a
rock," he said, laughing. His huge hand almost covered her tiny waist area
entirely. It was not Laura's stomach, however, that had most of their attention.
There eyes desperately tried to burn a hole into the crotch of her cut-offs or
find a passage into her blouse which was sleeveless and showed the sides of her
tits through the arm openings. Laura's mind darted to her past, where she had
been in similar positions before. Of course, she was not married then. Drinking
a cold beer under the shade of a large maple tree on a humid day with two
well-built, friendly men was not her idea of how a traditional wife behaved.
Yet, she rationalized that Jeff always gave her a lot of freedom, so she stayed
a little while longer, sharing a lot of laughs and flirting to the point where
she had forgotten all about her work back in the office. "Been with that old man
for a while now?" said Fred referring to Jeff. "He says you used to be quite the
dynamo back East a few years back." Laura was surprised to hear that either of
them knew anything about her past and wondered what Jeff had shared with them.
"Oh, I did OK, I guess," she coolly said. They teased and tickled her, drank and
teased some more. But they had to get back to work. Later that evening, Jeff
asked about Laura's day. She basically came clean with what had happened at
lunchtime. Jeff smiled and told her it sounded like she needed to get away from
the desk work. "Al and Fred are good guys; known them for about eight years. You
don't have to worry. It boosts their morale and they'll bust their ass for me."
Laura wasn't exactly sure what Jeff meant by that. But again it sounded like an
open invitation for her to have a little fun outside the home. The mood which
often got Laura into some fringe sexual situations in her younger, unattached
days, had returned. Over the next week, she got into long conversations with
Caroline about the possibilities of having sex with either or both of the
workers. Caroline, being relatively open-minded and knowing Jeff well,
encouraged Laura to go for it. "He always wanted me to do some kinky stuff too,"
said Caroline in a phone conversation. "Did you?" asked Laura. "A few times.
Like some group gropes with his friends and once he watched me seduce a guy
right in a hotel lounge." "You had sex with him?" asked Laura. "Yup. Got a room
right there and went at it all night. Gorgeous, classy guy. When I saw Jeff the
next day, he was wild with passion. But then, after a while, I just couldn't
keep up. He wanted all this recreational, kinky sex that just plain wore me out
and didn't always turn me on. I wanted a little more commitment, like you have,
and he just wanted to run around fucking everyone and having everyone fuck me!
So I guess he still has that in him. I think if you want it, do it. But be
careful about doing anything just to get him off." "Well, no," said Laura. "If I
did anything, my heart, not just my pussy, would have to been into it. I don't
know; maybe, maybe not. They are really cool guys though. God I hope this
doesn't get out of hand." "Nah, Jeff's cool, just way out their when it comes to
sex," said Caroline. "But I don't have to tell you about him; you know him
better than I do." A few days later, as Laura was cleaning up around the house
in her bathrobe, Al and Fred came to the front door looking for Jeff who had
already left for work. "He said to meet him here at 10," said Al. Laura invited
them in but told them she wasn't really expecting him back. Then she continued
her chores while conversing with the two. "Hey Laura, what if I told you we were
here because we have an aching in our jeans for you?" said Al as Laura stopped
on her way upstairs. "I'd tell you I am a married woman," she said. "What if I
told you the boss man don't mind if we pinch hit for him," said Fred. "Did Jeff
tell you that?" she asked in astonishment. "Let's just say he opened the door
for it to happen just like you opened the door and invited us in," said Al. "You
like us don't you? Gotta imagine we can make you feel real good." At that point,
Laura sat on the third stair. Her mind raced as fast as her heart. She was
attracted to the two studs, but felt set up.. "Why don't you just pour us a
couple of beers, put on some music and see what happens Laura," said Fred. Laura
walked back down the stairs. "OK, let's see what happens," she said as she
headed for the kitchen to get the beers and catch her breath. While in the
kitchen she decided she wasn't ready. She told the guys that she needed to go
for a run and that they were welcomed to stay but she wasn't making any
promises. When she got back from a brief but brisk three-mile jog, Al and Fred
were still there. As she passed them to go shower, Al grabbed her by the arm.
"You've stalled long enough," he said. "Either we do this now or we leave." "But
I am all sweaty," she said standing there in her green nylon running shorts and
tank top. "You're going to get sweatier," Al said. Then he pulled her into him
and held the back of her head as he kissed her on the lips. Laura's resistance
was minimal and Fred got up and stood behind her, placing his hands on her butt.
Making it with two or more people at the same time were some of the most
memorable encounters she had ever had in her sex life. She thought those days
were over but was now standing in her and her husband's house sandwiched between
two hard bodies, apparently with her Jeff's blessing. Laura was never good at
saying no. It wasn't long before she gave in to the men and melted into the sofa
as they massaged her body from her head to toe. Al slipped her shorts off
exposing her wonderfully trimmed blond pussy as Fred helped her remove her shirt
and began sucking on her stiff nipples. She still wasn't 100 percent certain
that Jeff had endorsed this, but there was no stopping now. Laura was always
aggressive during the seduction, but relatively passive during the physical act.
She didn't really take the lead during sex. But she took direction well had no
reservations about being the play object. She was very responsive to all sorts
of touches and penetrations, both gentle and rough. Because of her small size
and flexibility, men often manipulated Laura's body like a doll, putting her in
the exact position they wanted her in. Al and Fred were no different. They
passed her back and forth like a two men sharing a cigarette. They fucked her
while standing, lifting her off the floor as she wrapped her legs around them.
Then they took turns with her on the sofa. Laura was very much multi-orgasmic
and shivered while coming several times in the first 10 minutes. Then, for only
the second time in her life, she allowed a man, this time Al, to fuck her in the
ass. Fred lied on his back on the sofa while she mounted him. Then from behind,
Al began to massage her asshole as his friend began thrusting his cock into her
still soaking vagina. As Al began to work his cock into her dark hole, she
started to moan. Al was surprised how easily he slid in. "This girl really
wanted it," he said as he pulled on her long hair while pumping his dick between
her cheeks as Fred continued to penetrated her pussy slowly but deeply. "You
like it don't you; two cocks," said Al. The three worked in concert for what
seemed to Laura to be an eternity. She was acutely aware of both dicks probing
inside her. For someone who hadn't cheated on her husband before, this was quite
an initiation into adultery. Sweat beaded up on her body, forming a small pool
in the lower arch of her back as they continued to fuck her, almost causing her
to hyperventilate. Finally, her arms turning to rubber, she collapsed her upper
body onto Fred's face. "Please cum, no more, please," she begged. "Cum for me,
in my mouth." As inviting as that offer was, neither man wanted to withdraw.
They both exploded inside her within 30 seconds of each other, as Laura bucked
and grinded her lower body against them. She didn't feel real good about them
coming in her, but had lost the ability to stop them. They all collapsed into a
pile of wet flesh. Laura was trying to get her bearings and breath back. Al and
Fred were drained of every drop. Eventually they sat up. "Now what guys," said
Laura, brushing her hair from her face. "I've never been fucked like that," said
Al. "You're incredible." Indeed, while not an outright tiger during sex, Laura
was so responsive that men were often amazed. It just felt good to be inside
her. As they got up and got dressed, Jeff had come into the house. Laura had
just gotten her robe back on and they all had a ruffled but satisfying, if not
slightly guilty, look on their face. "Hi, honey," said Laura, still feeling the
soreness between her legs. "Al and Fred were looking for you." "Looks like they
found what they wanted," he said. The two men smiled and said goodbye. "Catch
you later boss," said Fred. "So what has my incredibly sexy wife been up to?"
said Jeff. "Oh, just cleaning up," she said, still uncertain about what Jeff
knew. She panicked for a moment as she felt cum dripping down her legs from her
asshole and pussy. Jeff noticed her uneasiness. "Here, let me work some of that
tension out of you," he said as he massaged her shoulders. "That's OK, I am
fine," she said, not wanting him to go any further as she continued to try and
collect herself. But Jeff was on a mission. He wanted to see her body in what he
knew was the aftermath. They sat on the couch and he slid a hand inside her robe
on her thigh. "Have a nice visit with the guys?" he asked. "I told them to take
good care of you." Now she knew that Jeff was responsible for Al and Fred coming
over to seduce her. "Let me see what they did," he said as he slowly untied her
robe, getting down in front of her on the floor. Laura shook slightly as Jeff
parted her legs, exposing her stained inner thighs. "Looks like a fresh kill,"
he said. "Did they both fuck you?" Laura nodded her head. Jeff pushed her legs
up and began kissing her raw pussy and noticed her asshole also was covered in
cum. Realizing that she had been fucked in the ass, he became even more aroused.
It was something he hadn't even done with his wife. "You like it there don't
you?" he said. Again Laura nodded, not knowing what to expect next. Jeff was
hard and wanted to penetrate her immediately. Laura took him into her pussy but
had some discomfort so she finished him orally. Laura gave great blowjobs. She
had no problem taking a man deep into the back of her throat and always
swallowed. Her lips were full and created an airtight seal. It was Jeff's
favourite sexual act with her. Over the next year, things reached new levels.
Laura became slightly bitter at times as Jeff seemed more interested in watching
her perform on other men than actually making love to her himself. In one way or
another, she had been with over 20 guys that year. Laura also, without Jeff
knowing, had a couple of encounters with Caroline. Eventually all three got
together almost on a weekly basis which at least curtailed some of Jeff's other
desires. One rainy evening, with Jeff out of town, Laura and Caroline had a
frank conversation about sex and the future. "I always thought it would be
different when I got married," said Laura, sipping a wine cooler. "I mean I had
some fun back East when I was younger, but thought I'd grow out of that. I still
love sex. Love it! And I don't mind the kinky stuff once in a while. Keeps life
interesting. But I can't even count how many guys I've had any more. I always
thought I'd remember each and every one. Now I couldn't tell you half of their
names. "You're married to a guy who will push it to the limit sexually," said
Caroline as she sat back on the loveseat in her white denim shorts and green jog
bra. "I'm glad I've been the only woman you've been with...well, I guess the
second." "Oh yeah, but that was different," said Laura. "You're probably the
only woman I could do this with now. Think we're bisexual?" "No, just horny
friends," said Caroline with a laugh. With that, Caroline came over and sat next
to Laura on the sofa. "Here kid, let me relax you a little," she said, then
began rubbing her shoulders. Laura was wearing a cotton jumper and it wasn't
long before it was off. Then Laura turned her attention to her friend who had
already removed her top. "I love your pussy," said Laura. "I love that jet black
hair and the way your lips are so defined and pink. The way you smell." Laura
rubbed her friend's groin harder and harder, then slipped a hand inside
Caroline's shorts. She was soaking wet as usual. They held each other and talked
some more. Several years had passed. Laura, now 30, got divorced but remained
friends with Jeff. She and Caroline moved in together and became quite the
dating duo. Men came and went from their apartment. Most lasted only one or two
dates, and didn't score. But some were able to get into the girls' pants on
their first night out and the roommates had an ample supply of condoms in
strategic positions throughout the apartment. Laura was having a lot of fun
calling the shots. They didn't have sexual relations with each other much
anymore, but did get involved together with a couple men. Todd, Laura's lifetime
friend, visited her once every few months and the girls would sometimes share
him in bed. Laura moved from job to job. She never had a problem finding
mediocre work, but often grew bored of her jobs. Dancing was her favourite job
ever, and she could have still done it at 30, but the competition was much
stiffer in California than it was on the East Coast when she was 10 years
younger. By her 34th birthday, she began to slow down socially. She had been
drinking and eating too much for a couple of years and had gained about 15
pounds. But she still looked great, even though she didn't feel very good.
Caroline moved to Denver to take on a publishing job. But at about the same time
Todd had moved to California, so Laura lost one friend but gained another. It
was great having Todd back in her life on a more consistent basis. They began
running together and got on a California health food kick. Todd became the only
man in Laura's life over the next year. But there was little sexual activity
between the two. It was a time for recovery. Back in shape and with a new short
haircut and associate's degree from a community college, Laura landed her
best-paying mainstream job ever -- a $48,000 a year computer programming
position. The spring in her step was back, the smile on her face had returned as
did her desire to have sex again. "They say a woman doesn't reach her peak
sexually until her late 30s or early 40s," she told Todd while on a picnic one
Sunday afternoon. "I was beginning to think I had burned myself out in my 20s
and wasn't going to enjoy my so-called peak years." Todd was aware of a lot of
Laura's exploits. "I'll never forget that time at the party," he said, glancing
over her as she sat in a white sun dress with her chin resting on her knees. "It
seems like yesterday, doesn't it?" "Yeah," it does. "I have to admit, it felt
weird but good." "You were so energized," he said. "Like there was no hesitation
that that's what you wanted to do; like the time you dragged me along during our
senior year to get your belly button pierced. You were so naively determined."
"I really wanted to get my clit pierced but I didn't want to freak you out too
much," she said with a smile. "Hey, tell me the truth. How did you feel watching
all those guys all over me. Weren't you the least bit jealous?" "Sure, a little.
But I knew I didn't want to control you. It turned you on; it turned me on so I
let it go. Remember, I started it all. Just thinking of it all these years still
turns me on." "That's the difference between you and Jeff," she said. "He tried
to control me, albeit in a liberal way; you just go with the flow without being
phoney." "Ever get those outrageous urges anymore?" said Todd. "Sure," she
quickly responded. "I'm in my late 30s right? I'd like to think I still could
command an audience, if you know what I mean. But at the same time, I enjoy
settling down a little now. You know Todd, I never went looking to become a
fucking whore. I just enjoyed sex and was in situations where I could take
advantage of whatever it was I had that attracted guys. I experimented, got
lucky nothing terrible ever happened." Todd and Laura took a vacation back East
for her 35th birthday and just for a goof decided to visit Lou's. He was still
there. When he first saw her, he didn't recognized her, then she smiled. "Laura,
how are you doing," he said. "Damn it's been a long, long time. Let me look at
you." He surveyed her new look. "Short hair, but still a great body," he said as
she stood their in a sweat suit. "You look like an 18-year-old gymnast with that
little body and hairdo." Lou hadn't lost his admiration for Laura. He even asked
if she wanted her old job back. He now own four clubs in the region. "Lou, I am
35," she said. "I don't care. You still have it." She was flattered as always.
"Ah, but a girl has to know when to say no, right?" she responded. Lou, himself
now approaching 50, chuckled. "Why don't I take you guys out to dinner tonight.
Just the three of us." Todd and Laura accepted the invitation. And as in the old
days, Lou's charms still worked magic on Laura. Todd, having a special
connection to Laura, knew that she still had a curiosity about this old friend
and she wouldn't mind being alone with him at some point during the night. Todd
excused himself prior to dessert arriving. At that point Lou may a strong pass
at Laura, asking that she come over to his house that evening. Laura wanted to,
and Todd had indicated at the start of the night that he wanted Laura to do
whatever she felt, figuring Lou would take the opportunity to hit on the
birthday girl. Todd made up an excuse to take a cab back to the hotel. Lou said
he'd get Laura back by midnight. Lou had been with a number of his young dancers
throughout his career, but still had a special thing for Laura. She was dressed
in white flowing pants tapered just right around her waist and ass, and a red
silk blouse. Lou, as always, noticed her beautifully formed rear. As the two got
into his limo, she felt the magnetism of this man grabbing hold of her again.
They weren't five minutes into the ride before Lou had his hand in her lap as
she invited him to continue his advances by parting her legs slightly. He rubbed
her cunt through her pants. Laura took the lead this time, unbuckling Lou's belt
and immediately began sucking on his semi-hard cock while she was still fully
dressed. He leaned back and just enjoyed the blow job as the driver approached
his house before Lou came. They got out of the limo and once inside, went at it
again, kissing each other frantically. He was one of two men who had ever been
in her ass and the thought of that and other times reverberated in both their
minds. They tore off their clothes and sipped vintage brandy in front of a
fireplace in nothing but their under garments. Then Laura again began to play
with Lou's cock until it was hard. Her head descended into his lap. He watched
her lipstick smear against his shaft. Soon Lou, remembering the scent of her
pussy, went down on Laura. It was like old times. Sex with Lou was always good,
and even though it was pretty straight forward this time, it was nonetheless
exciting. When it was over, Lou said goodbye and sent her back to the hotel with
his driver. Todd and Laura stayed up the rest of the night talking about her
experience then fell asleep in each other arms as the sun rose. The experience,
while fine physically, lacked something spiritually, Laura felt. Something was
wrong in going back to Lou's. Todd and Laura flew back to California four days
after her reunion with Lou. They had a great time fishing, shopping in Boston
and touring the old pubs. Todd popped the question to her six months later on
New Year's Eve. They were married in June. Todd and Laura never strayed again.
While their sex lives weren't what they once were, their friendship was stronger
than ever. Laura became heavily involved in work and joined a couple volunteer
groups in the community they settled in 40 miles outside of Los Angeles. At rare
times, Laura's flirtatious spirit rose as did Todd's fantasies about her past.
Laura never lost her ability to turn a man's head, and Todd never lost his
feeling of being stimulated by her her free spirit. It's what fueled their
intimate moments. Laura will always be what Caroline once called a closet whore.
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