It was just a couple weeks until Christmas when a co-worker told you of a
shopping mall with many stores and outlets near the Pocono's in northeastern
Pennsylvania. As much as you like to shop, you were thrilled beyond belief. We
left Saturday morning and planned to return home late that same evening. Your
Grandmother would watch the kids so there would be no problems getting away for
the day. Initially, we were worried that the weather would bring snow, but
temperatures warmed up and the Weather Channel forecasted rain. Even so, you
were thrilled to go. We arrived at the mall by 9 o'clock in the morning. You
dived into shopping right away. Bargains, bargains and more bargains were posted
everywhere. Although I hated to admit it, it was beneficial shopping this late
because most of the merchandise remaining was "reduced to sell." You were able
to purchase more than you had planned because so much was on sale. This made me
very happy because shopping and sales always makes you horny so I could look
forward to a great night when we got home. Approximately 5 O'clock that evening
we noticed that it had clouded up. I said to you that it shouldn't snow because
the temperature outside was nearly 50 degrees, a high for this time of winter
and it was only supposed to drop to the low forty's tonight. As luck would have
it, it began to rain. Not just a drizzle, but a steady rain with periods of
downpours. At about 6:30 p.m. you informed me that we should leave now. I told
you to continue shopping until you were done and then we could head home. You
expressed concern about the weather and the distance but I told you that it
wouldn't be a problem because it was all highway we had to travel. You tried to
convince me to leave but I insisted you should finish. After all, there were
still some great bargains to be had and I know how much you love shopping! We
finished shopping about 8:30 and loaded the last of it in the car. The
station-wagon was full! We pulled out of the mall and headed for the highway.
You were in your glory as you pulled out all the receipts of the day and your
calculator to tally how much you had saved. "Thank you for taking me shopping
today," you said as you jotted down a figure. I can't wait to get home!" "Why?"
I asked. "Because," you replied, "I saved over $500.00 today and you know how
shopping and saving money makes me horny!" "Well," I said with a laugh, "if you
are that horny, we can pull into one of the rest areas and you can thank me
sooner!" As you looked over at me with a smile, I added, "The sooner the
better!" You just continued to look at me and then you said, "No, we'll wait
until we get home. Then you can have anything you want!" I glanced back with a
smile and saw you were reaching over and began rubbing my groin. "What does he
want?" you asked. "Wait 'til we get home," I said, "I'll want one of my favorite
fantasies fulfilled tonight." "Ok," you replied. "You have earned it and you'll
get it. Right now I want to take a nap so I'm wide awake for you." You leaned
the seat back and dozed off, leaving me to think about my favorite fantasies and
maintain a hard-on while I drove. My favorite fantasies are where you get it on
with one or more guys while I watch. It's best when I can lick your cum-filled
pussy then dive in for sloppy seconds, driving into a wet, cum soaked pussy,
filling it with my own cum. These are usually only in my mind, as you are
reluctant to fulfill them in reality. We "role-play" occasionally when we have
sex, but other than that, my fantasies have only come true once. My thoughts
drift back to the time just a couple months ago when you had the flat tire. Two
cars with several drunken jerks had stopped and grabbed you. Then three men in a
van stopped to help you, dispensed of the thugs, changed your tire and then made
sure you got home safely. They wouldn't accept any money for helping, so I told
you how you could 'thank" them. You were reluctant at first but your inhibitions
disappeared. You seemed to have the time of your life! We got into their van and
I undressed you. Joe and Mike both had sex with you. Then Tom moved forward
toward you. In my mind I can clearly see and hear the events that took place
that night as I heard you say, "Wow! What a monster you have!" I looked and saw
what you meant - it looked enormous! I hadn't notice it when he took off his
clothing but it must have been at least 12 1/2 inches long and 6-7 inches
around! Tom moved into place between your legs and placed the head of his dick
at the opening to your love hole. I heard you say, "Hurry up and put it in me!"
Slowly, he began to insert his meat into your wet pussy. Gently, he pushed
forward, touching areas of your love canal that I have never touched, spreading
it wider and wider with his massive meat. He would slowly withdraw, then slide
it back in. Suddenly, you wrapped your legs around him and hollered, "I'm
cumming again!" You orgasm seemed to last forever! When it subsided, he began
thrusting in and out of you, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I saw you
wrap your legs around his back tighter and meeting his thrusts, thrust for
thrust, your moans getting louder and louder, almost as if you didn't care who
heard. You and he continued for almost fifteen minutes, during which you had
several small orgasms then suddenly, I heard you cry, "Ooohhh...I'm cumming
again...," and I heard him say, "I'm cumming too!" You wrapped your legs tightly
around him and tensed into the longest orgasm I ever saw you have. It lasted for
almost 5 minutes! Every time I think of that night I get super-horny! I loved
watching the cum run from your pussy onto the floor of the van. Then, when you
sat on my face later in bed, ooooh...I'm tempted to pull out my dick and cum
right here in the car! Although never repeated, that night has enhanced our
lovemaking. All I have to do is start telling you about my fantasies and you get
all wet. We end up in bed for some of the best sex we have ever had. Sometimes I
wonder if you would like to try it again. It takes a lot to lower your
inhibitions, however, so my fantasies may never come true again. Just then, I
noticed revolving red-lights up ahead through the rain. There wasn't much
traffic on the highway and I was making good time. I slowed down as I passed the
first set of flares and came to a stop next to a state trooper. As I rolled down
my window, you remained sleeping. The trooper told me there was an accident
approximately 4 miles ahead caused by landslide blocking the roadway. There was
no way we could pass. I explained we were not from the area so he attempted to
give me directions over some back roads for approximately 20 miles which would
take me back out on the highway beyond the landslide. I exited onto the off-ramp
and turned right at the stop sign. You must have been tired. You still hadn't
awoken as I drove several miles. After about ten miles and three turns, it began
to downpour. Visibility went from poor to zero. It was nearly impossible to see
side-roads let alone road signs. I looked at the clock in the car and it was
almost 10:30. There was nothing, no gas stations, phone booths, mini-marts.
Nothing to be found in this area. Suddenly, your voice rang out, "Look out!"
Looking up, I saw a large pick-up truck rounding the curve ahead of us in my
lane. I swerved to the right but he kept weaving back and forth into my lane. I
swerved further to the right onto the shoulder as the pick-up sped along beside
us. Before I could recover, we felt a jolt and the wheels caught the edge of the
road, sliding us down an embankment. I was only going about 30 mph but the wet
shoulder and dirt caused the car to slide into a ditch with a sudden spin and
jolted to a stop. Although we had our seatbelts on, we still got jarred around.
You looked at me and tears came to your eyes. "Are you ok?" I asked as I
unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for you. "I think so," you replied. You bumped
the right side of your head and face and you were tender in the neck, upper and
lower back. I ached all over and had pain in my right arm. We both said a few
choice words about the other driver who didn't even have the decency to stop to
see if we were ok. I got out of the car and assessed the damage. The car was
down a 12 foot embankment and plastered into a muddy ditch. The rain hadn't
helped much as water was about 1/2 foot deep. I attempted to drive the car out
in low all-wheel drive but it just sat and spun. I got out and tried to push
while you drove. Still no luck. Suddenly it began to downpour again. I got back
into the car as we contemplated what we could do. We tried the cellular phone
but there was no reception. We decided we could not stay in the car as the rains
had already raised the depth of the water in the ditch. It was now a foot deep.
I was soaking wet and so were you. The temperatures had dropped to forty degrees
and, although it wasn't freezing, the dampness and wind lowered the chill
factor. We had no change of clothing or blankets in the car. Even with all the
gifts you purchased, we only had one flannel shirt you had bought for your Dad.
You took that along with us and kept it wrapped in its plastic covering. We got
out and walked to top of the embankment. Our tire tracks were clearly visible in
the mud of the shoulder and down the embankment. Since we hadn't seen any houses
in the direction we had come, we started walking the opposite way. We walked
about a half of a mile in the rain when another downpour began. Your teeth began
chattering so I suggested you put on the flannel shirt. "It will help a little,"
I said knowing it would only be for a short time. "No," you replied, "it will
only get wet. We may need it later." I agreed and wrapped my arms around you,
trying to shield you from the rain and keep you warm as best I could as we
walked. You were beginning to shiver when I said, "Look behind us, there's
headlights." You turned and cried out. A large Chevy Suburban pulled along
beside us and rolled down a window. There were two men inside and one of them
asked, "Is that your car in the ditch back there?" "Yes," I answered. They could
see you were shivering and we were soaking wet so the driver said, "Come on, get
in before you get hypothermic." You and I looked at each other and then up down
the road. Knowing there was no other option, we both climbed into their truck.
The front seat passenger was a man in his late 30's with blond hair and a
medium, muscular build. The driver appeared to be in his early 30's and had dark
hair and a large, muscular build. The man who had spoken to us introduced
himself and his friend. "Hi," he said extending his hand back to me. "I'm Jack,
this is Mark (nodding towards the driver)." I shook each man's hands and
introduced us. "I'm Tom, and this is my wife Debbie." Each shook hands with you
and you snuggled up against me. "What happened," Mark asked. I explained
everything from the landslide on the highway to the driver that almost hit us
and finished with Deb getting too cold to continue walking. "We might have died
from the cold if you hadn't come along," you said as you snuggled tight against
me to get warm. The driver turned up the heat which helped warm us and made a
U-turn. "Let's try and pull your car out," Jack said. "If it stays in that
ditch, it will probably be submerged by morning." "Do you think we can get it
out tonight?" I asked. "I have a 30 foot towing rope in the back," Mark said.
"We might be able to with this truck. If not, we'll have to call for a tow-truck
in the morning." I looked at my watch and realized it was almost midnight. "We
need to call home and let my Grandmother know what has happened," you said,
adding, "she's probably worried sick now." "We have a cellular phone back at the
cabin. We don't have it with us because it doesn't work on most of the roads
around here." "We have one in the car but it wouldn't work," I explained. "I'd
be grateful if we could use yours." We returned to our car and Jack got out with
me. We tied the tow-rope to the front of our car and to the back of the
Suburban. Slowly, with the Suburban pulling, us pushing and you steering, the
car finally dislodged from the ditch and was able to be pulled out with some
driving help onto the road. With headlights from the truck, I could see there
was more damage than I originally thought. The right side was dented but not
into the wheel wells. There was a large scratch on the left side, approximately
bumper height of the pick-up indicating that he had hit us. As I attempted to
drive it, I could feel rumbling and pulling to the right side. When I explained
this to them, we concluded that it must be a bent rim or axle and we would have
to let it set until morning. "Where is the nearest motel?" I asked. "About 20
miles away if we can get there, said Jack. "The main road is usually under water
with this much rain. You probably passed it just before it closed. That is where
we were heading when we saw your car." "Where are we going to stay?" you asked,
a concerned look on your face. "We're staying in a friend's cabin which is about
two miles from here," said Mark. "you can stay there for the night." We looked
at each other and shrugged our shoulders. "What about all our stuff?" you asked.
"It should be safe until morning," said Mark. "Park the car across the road in
between the trees," said Jack, "No one will see it tonight." We looked at each
other again as Jack added, "If you don't get into other clothing, you'll get
sick if not die from this cold. We are all wet and cold now and need to change."
You and I nodded to each other - what choice did we have. We would freeze to
death out here and the car was not in good enough shape to drive. I pulled it
off the road onto the far shoulder and locked it up. It would have to do. We got
into the Suburban and headed for the cabin. It was a one story rectangular
building about 40 feet by 15 feet with smoke pouring from a chimney. There was
another vehicle, a van, parked in the muddy driveway. Walking into the cabin, I
looked around. There were several beds on one end of the building, a table and
chairs in the middle next to a wood-burning stove, and an open bathroom on the
other end. A man sitting at the table got up and came towards us. He was about
40 years old and tall, 6'3 with dark hair and, like the others, a muscular
build. "Sam, this is Tom and Deb," said Mark. While looking at all of us
dripping wet and shaking our hands, he asked, "What happened to you?" I
proceeded to explain as we moved over in front of the stove. When I finished Sam
said, "You need to get a warm bath and into dry clothing" I looked and saw the
open bathroom with only a curtain as wall. "Yes," you replied as you marched
over to the tub, "I need a hot bath and dry clothes or I'm going to die right
now!". "You two go first" Jack said to us, adding, "just save some hot water for
us." You and I nodded to each other and you closed the curtain. "We don't have
any clothes," you said as you got into the tub. "I know," I replied, "we'll just
have to wrap towels around ourselves." Whispering in your ear I said with a
smile, "You seem glad to see our 'Knights in shining armor', don't you?" "I
don't know," you whispered back, "I don't think so. Not again!" "I do know," I
replied reaching down and feeling your pussy. "You're really wet and I doubt
it's from shopping." You looked at me a little startled and blushed bright red.
"Don't worry, Luv," I whispered, "Remember, I love you no matter what!" You
looked at me as you took off your wet clothes and dropped them on the floor. "I
don't know," you repeated. I just smiled and took your wet clothes and laid them
over a clothes rack near the stove. I asked if they had any spare clothes for
us. All that was available were a couple flannel shirts. I took one back to you.
You were done by this time and I took a quick shower. I noticed you standing
there brushing your hair without anything on. The shower curtain was drawn back
where I had purposefully left it and you had made no attempt to pull it closed.
I could see all three men stealing glances at you. When I finished, I pulled on
one of the flannel shirts and handed the other one to you. You put it on and
buttoned it, letting the top two buttons open. You had no panties to put on and
looked very sexy with your legs showing below the tails of the oversized shirt.
Wow! While the others showered and dried off, Mark served hot tea. "This will
help warm you up," he said as he handed a large mug to you. You thanked him and
began drinking it. "This tastes great," you said as you finished the entire cup.
"May I have another. It's helping me warm up." I sipped my cup and noticed the
brandy taste. I smiled at Mark who returned my gesture. I began hoping a
combination of the hot tea spiked with brandy and the sensual environment would
relax you, lowering your inhibitions. As I sipped the tea, I talked with the men
at the table. You called home and spoke to your Grandmother, explaining all that
had happened and what we would have to do tomorrow. You gave her the cellular
phone number in case she needed to reach us. The entire time you were talking on
the phone, I could see you stealing glances at the other men as they showered
and dressed. I could tell you were aroused. I just didn't know if the
combination of events would allow you to enjoy the attention of these three men.
As we were deciding where to sleep, you informed me your neck and back were
beginning to hurt. "That's right," I said, "you hurt it when we slid into that
ditch. I'll massage it for you." You laid down on the first bed and covered your
legs and bottom with the blanket. Reaching under your shirt, I began to massage
your neck. "Ouch," I said as I started to massage you. "What's wrong?" you
asked. "I hurt my right arm when we wrecked and it hurts to move my wrist." You
sat up and looked at it. There were bruises on the back and sides of my wrist
and forearm. Mark came over and looked at my wrist. He began examining it with
the skills of a medical expert then said, "I doubt it's fractured but you don't
want to use it tonight." "You're right," I replied, "I don't think it's
fractured but it hurts when I try to use it." From the table Jack said, "Deb,
Mark is a Chiropractor and is an expert at massage. He could massage your neck
and back if you like." You and Mark looked at each other then at me. I nodded my
approval. Besides, I know what massages do to you and my fantasy might have a
better chance of coming true. Taking a blanket, Mark had you lie down on the bed
and asked you to remove your shirt. Your face turned slightly red and you looked
at me. I nodded my approval so you sat up, turned your back to us and unbuttoned
the flannel shirt. Taking the blanket from Mark you wrapped it around your
shoulders, removed the shirt and laid face down on the bed. Mark reached under
the blanket and began massaging your neck. I saw you begin to relax as his
expert hands massaged your neck and upper back. Watching him, I could tell he
was good. While he was doing this, I sat on a chair at the foot of the bed
watching him massaging you. The other two men were sitting around the table
talking and stealing glances towards us. I watched as the blanket shifted,
uncovering more of your beautiful body. You were very quiet except for an
occasional moan when Mark massaged a sore area. I saw you part your legs
slightly and noticed the wetness in the center of your pussy. Mark continued
with the massage, reaching your lower back and buttocks. I could see him working
his fingers up and down your lower back, over the both cheeks of your buttocks
and down onto your thighs. Every-so-often he would glance at me and I would just
smile. He met no resistance from you and no protests from me so he continued. He
massaged the entire length of both legs, working his expert fingers the entire
circumference of your feet, calves and thighs. I could see his fingers brush
against your pussy occasionally which would bring a short gasp from you. Your
legs parted a little more. Now I could see the entire surface of your shaved
pussy, its lips swollen and very wet with arousal. Mark asked you to turn over
so he could continue the massage. You didn't even glance at me for approval, you
just turned over. You didn't even make sure you were covered with the blanket.
More of your body was showing than was covered. Mark started at your head and
moved down to your neck and then your chest. He gently massaged your chest
muscles, touching your breasts but staying away from your nipples. I wish he
would massage them. That makes you so horny I knew it would push you over the
edge. He continued down your body, rubbing your abdomen, pelvis and legs,
staying away from your wet pussy. You began to moan more frequently. Then, Mark
started massaging your pussy with his fingertips, causing you to shift your legs
farther apart. I could see your love juices actually flowing out of your pussy
and down to the crack of your ass. You were grasping the bed sheets, clenching
and releasing them continuously. I could see your hips start to grind. Mark
looked at me and I nodded and smiled. He moved down between your legs, staring
at your hot, juicy pussy. He already demonstrated his expertise with his hands;
now he began demonstrating his expertise with his mouth. Mark started licking
your clit, sliding his tongue up and down your slit. As he was doing this, he
began removing his pants. Jack and Sam got up from the table and walked over for
a closer look. They had large bulges in their pants and were rubbing themselves.
I moved out of the way and waved them towards you. Sensing my approval, they
removed their clothes, releasing two more dicks to serve and please you. Sam was
just above average size - 6-7 inches long and 4-5 inches around. Jack was larger
than average, about 9 inches long and 5 inches around. Mark on the other hand
was a brute! Like Jack, he was about 9 inches long. However he was thicker, much
thicker with a circumference of at least 8-9 inches. He was thicker than large
fake Willie! As Mark continued licking your pussy, you began moaning grinding
your hips into his face. Sam moved to your side, taking the nipple of your right
breast in his mouth, nibbling and tonguing it while massaging the other. You
reached above your head and pulled Jack's penis from his pants. Taking a hold of
it, you pulled him towards you, pulling him into your mouth. Mark moved up
between your legs. Reaching down, he guided his meat into your hot love box.
Initially, he had difficulty getting his massive dick into you. Then you began
to thrash around on the bed, arms flailing about as each inch was made. I
counted one orgasm just from the initial penetration. Slowly he advanced his
thick, massive meat, sliding into your tight, wet pussy, causing you to gasp
with pleasure. You held perfectly still for a moment as you savored the
sensation. Then, you began to moan louder, rocking your pelvis, up and down.
Mike began to thrust into you, sliding in and out faster and faster, with you
meeting his every thrust. What an erotic sight! I had the hardest hard-on of my
life! There was my wife of almost 18 years, a man plunging into her pussy,
another in her mouth and another sucking her tits! I was in heaven! I looked at
you and saw how much fun you were having and realized why I loved you so much.
You are the sexiest, most passionate woman on the earth. A little spiked tea,
thinking of a repeat performance with other men, and receiving that massage
really got you going! You began moaning, "Ahhhh...Oooohhhh!" Pulling Jack's dick
from your mouth you cried, "I'm cumming..." I could see you tense up, wrapping
your legs around Mark, pushing your hips tight against his as you exploded in an
orgasm. He continued to pump into you, slowing down as you climaxed. You
thrashed about for almost three minutes, then relaxed. You took Jack's dick back
into your mouth as Mark began increasing his tempo, faster and faster he went,
sawing that huge sausage in and out of your pussy. I could see your pussy lips
were stretched, farther than they have ever been. Then I saw him tense, push
deep into your pussy and begin the short, rhythmic movement that signals a man's
ejaculation. He was cumming, filling your lovely pussy with hot jism. When he
finished, he slowly withdrew. I looked and could see inside your love canal,
filled to the brim with white cum. Mark moved away and Jack pulled out of your
mouth, quickly taking his place between your wide spread legs. As Jack slowly
slid his meat into your wet love canal, you reached out and grabbed Sam's dick,
pulling him up to your face, sliding his member into your mouth. You alternated
between licking up and down the shaft and sliding it into and out of your mouth.
Mark moved into place on beside you and began playing with your titties,
alternating between massaging and tonguing them. You reached out with your
hands, grasping his large, limp penis, slowly stroking it. Jack didn't last very
long. He quickly began thrusting in and out of your pussy and came within a few
minutes. As he withdrew, I could see your love juices mixed with both men's
semen running out of your love tunnel. Immediately, Sam slid down between your
legs. He took his dick and began to slid it up and down the opening of your love
slit. He would rub his head against your clit, then slide it down to your
opening. Slowly, he would insert it, then withdraw it and slid it back up to
your clit, rubbing your clitty with its head. He did this for several minutes,
then began a steady pumping in and out of your pussy, increasing his pace, until
you tensed up, cumming again with a crying moan. "Oooooohhh..." you cried out as
you bucked against his body. As you were cumming, your pussy clamping down on
his organ. Sam tensed up and came, adding another load of cum to your already
drenched pussy. My hard-on was getting unbearable! Jack laid two mattresses next
to each other on the floor. Mark extended his hand and helped you up, leading
you to the mattresses. You looked over at me and I smiled. You smiled back with
a look radiating utmost arousal. Mark laid on his back at the edge of the
mattress so you got down on your hands and knees, your mouth over his crotch,
attempting to take him in your mouth. He was just too big! His 9 inches around
would not fit in your mouth. You just licked and nibbled on his meat, watching
him get hard again. Jack was hard again and moved in behind you, inserting his
dick into your pussy doggie-style. This position seems to stimulate you more
than others. When we have sex this way, you tend to moan more. Sam slid his head
under your chest, massaging and nibbling back and forth between your boobies. As
you sucked up and down on Mark's dick, your hips began swaying side-to-side. You
began moaning around the meat in your mouth again and again. Suddenly, you let
go of Mark's dick and cried, "I'm cumming again....." Your orgasm lasted a
couple minutes, then your resumed sucking on Mark's dick and Jack continued
pumping away into your pussy. After several minutes, you both tensed up, you
cried out, "I'm cumming...!" Jack tensed up and came, depositing his load into
your hot box. When Jack moved out from behind you, I took his place. My balls
were about to explode! I looked down at your pussy and ass and saw how wet and
aroused they were. I slid my dick up and down your pussy slit, then moved it up
to the puckered brown hole of your poop-chute. Normally, you would not allow me
to enter here. This time, however, your were so aroused, as I started to stretch
your tight anus, you pushed back hard, impaling Willie into your bowels. Oh,
were you tight! I sawed in and out of you for only what seemed like seconds
until my balls erupted, emptying a load of hot cum into your ass. Mark pulled
his dick out of your mouth and moved into place behind you. He held his stiff
dick in his hand and placed its head against the entrance to your love canal.
Slowly and gently, he pushed his massive meat into your pussy, this time from
behind. You laid you head onto the mattress and pushed back with your pelvis,
forcing his penis into your vagina. He started thrusting in and out at a rapid
pace, faster and faster. You tensed up, let out a shriek, and spasmed in an
orgasm. With the added pressure on his dick from your spasming tunnel, he tensed
up and came, emptying his load into your pussy. When he finished, he withdrew
his dick with a sigh. I could see your pussy, wide and gaping with cum trickling
down your legs. You just laid there breathing rapidly with your head on the
mattress and your ass in the air for several minutes. The guys said they were
getting tired and so was I. You were extremely tired but also so aroused I don't
know if you would be able to sleep. You got up and stretched a little bit, more
cum running down your legs. I grabbed you and began to hug and kiss you. "Thank
you," you said to me in a hushed, whispered voice, "I love you." "I love you
too," I said, "more than anything." "I was so horny," you said, "I kept cumming
and cumming and feel like I could come some more!" "Well, it looks like the guys
are tired tonight but there's still tomorrow." We both laughed as I got a towel
and wiped you off a little. "I don't know who's fantasy is being filled tonight,
mine or yours," I said. "You seem to be having a lot of fun." You just smiled as
we laid down on the mattresses, covered with a blanket, snuggled close and fell
asleep. I awoke to the feel of someone sucking on my penis. I opened my eyes and
saw your lips wrapped around Willie, my rock hard dick deep in your mouth. You
looked at me and smiled. "Willie was awake and I couldn't let him suffer," you
said as you spun around and slid your hips over my face. "I told you you could
have one of your fantasies fulfilled," you whispered, "here you go!" As you
lowered your pussy towards my face, I could see it was still wet, red and very
puffy. I licked your clitty then imbedded my tongue into your love hole. "Oooohhhh,"
you cried out, "eat me!" I licked your pussy, alternating between your clitty
and love slit for several minutes. Then, you tensed up, cried, "I'm cumming...!"
and smashed your hips on my face, crushing my face for several minutes. When you
were done you turned around and snuggled up against me, covering up with a
blanket. I looked at my watch and saw it was 10:00 a.m. Jumping out of bed, I
said, "We have to get our car." "No you don't," Mark replied, "Jack and Sam went
for it over an hour ago. They said to let you two sleep." "Thanks," you said as
you got up, wrapping a blanket around yourself. "A need for modesty this
morning?" I asked. Looking down at yourself, you frowned and said, "I guess I
should get a shower." "I think we both need one," I said and got up, wrapped my
arms around you and led you to the bathroom. Suddenly, you started to cry. I
wrapped my arms around you and asked, "What's wrong?" "I don't know." you
replied, "I have never acted that way before or ever wanted to act that way."
"Deb, you are a sensual, passionate woman. You had a night of pleasure and as
long as you enjoyed it, there is nothing wrong with it." You wrapped your arms
around me and me and kissed me. "I love you," you whispered. "I love you too," I
replied, "...no matter what!" You just smiled and got into the shower. Jack and
Sam returned with our car around noon. A tire had been partially flat with mud
inside. They took it to a gas station and had it fixed. "Thanks for everything,"
I said to the three gentlemen as we were walking out the door. "Yes," you said,
"I really enjoyed our visit!". We shook hands with everyone and you hugged and
kissed each, lingering a little longer with Mark. "Thanks for the wonderful
massage," you said, clinging to him a little longer. "Call me anytime," he
replied with a smile. We got into the car waving to the three guys as we drove
away. As we headed along the highway you looked at me and asked, "You have been
awful quiet since we left the cabin." "I don't know," I replied. "You seemed to
have enjoyed Mark quite a bit last night." You just smiled at me and said,
"Remember, these are your fantasies. I just go along with them because you want
me to." As we pulled off the highway onto the exit ramp headed home, you turned
to me with a smile. "By the way," you said, "thank you for the best shopping
trip a woman could ever have!"
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