My buddies and I have been planning this trip for nearly a year. Every year for
the past ten years we have gotten together on the last Sunday in May to watch
the Indy 500. Every year about the time the race starts we make a vow that next
year we'll see the race in person. Every year nothing comes of it and we kick
ourselves for doing nothing. Then we promise again to do something about it.
Every year this happens - until last year. Last year Bill Johnson, our host for
the party, had planned ahead. As usual the adrenalin started to flow as Jim
Nabors sang "Back Home Again in Indiana" and Tony Hulman's widow said "Gentlemen
start your engines." Jack Lawson was the first to say it. "Guys, we've got to go
to Indy next year. Let's cut the bullshit and just do it." John Carter and Larry
Winston echoed his sentiments. The rest of us nodded our heads. Then we all
laughed. Our pledge to go to the race had become as much a ritual of the race as
what was going on at the track. We each knew that we were just whistling in the
wind. Nothing would come of it. "Well, guys if we finally want to get serious
about it," Bill interjected, "we've got to make a plan and start doing something
about it...tomorrow. Not one day later. I've heard that tickets for the
following year are sold out almost as soon as race weekend is over. We can't
waste any time." "You're right, Bill," I added. "Do you have something in mind?"
Bill was the methodical one in the group and if he said something like that he
probably knew exactly what he thought should be done. "Well, I have here a list
of things that we have to do to make it happen. There are jobs here for
everyone. If we each do our share we can be sitting at the track a year from
today. Are you all interested?" "Yeah, count me in," Bob Little replied.
Everyone else said "me too." "OK. Here is a list of the things that I can think
of that we need to do. A couple of them - sending in for tickets and calling to
get a place to stay - need to be done right away. That means tomorrow. I've
already gotten the address for the tickets and a phone number to call about
motel rooms. The rest of the jobs aren't so urgent," Bill continued. Before the
tenth lap of the race was over we had divided up the jobs. We enjoyed the race
more than ever because we knew that somehow next year we really were going to be
there in person. Instead of procrastinating and losing our chance again, Bill
got the tickets ordered and John made motel reservations. We were going to do
it. The rest of us took our jobs seriously too. This was going to be an
experience to remember. We got together every few weeks and watched other Indy
car races or talked about our favorite drivers and teams. The time went quickly.
Before we new it, it was the first of May. The rest of us got busy with our jobs
so that everything would be all set. Finally the big day was just a week away.
The rest of the arrangements for the trip had been completed. Bob had purchased
drinks and snacks for in the van and in our rooms. Jack selected where we would
eat and got us reservations. He even ordered buckets of chicken for us to take
to the track on race day. Larry had the course mapped out for how we would get
there. He'd even located the rest stops along the way. I was going to drive
everyone to Indianapolis in my van. We would leave early Saturday morning of
race weekend which would get us to our motel early in the afternoon. We'd have
some time to relax and swim or something before we went to dinner. We were all
set. Even the weather forecast was good. It was to be sunny and warm for the
entire weekend. We were as excited as little kids just before Christmas. On
Friday morning, the day before we were to leave, Bill called me all upset.
"Jim," he began. "We've got a problem. Larry's wife just called to say that his
father is very ill, and he's on his way to Los Angeles to be there with him. He
won't be able to go. Do you know of anyone else who can go with us and use his
ticket?" "No, but I'll give it some thought and check around," I replied. "Gee,
it's too bad about Larry. He really was looking forward to this. I hope his dad
will be all right." "It doesn't sound good, but who knows these days with
everything the doctors can do. Call me tonight and let me know what you come up
with. I'm going to be in a meeting all day and won't have time to do anything
before tonight." My wife, Beth, had overheard my end of the conversation.
"What's up with Larry?" she asked when I hung up the phone. "His dad's pretty
sick and he had to go to California. Do you know of anyone who might like to
take his place at Indy?" "That's too bad," she said speaking of Larry, "but yes,
as a matter of fact I know someone who'd love to go to the race, but I don't
think you want her along." "Her? Who is 'her?'" I asked. "Me, silly. I'd love to
go." "You're kidding," I replied. I had no idea that Beth knew what the Indy 500
was let alone would want to go. "No. I'm not kidding. I often watch the race
myself when you go off with the guys. I think it would be a lot of fun to see it
once." "Yes, but with five men. I mean you'd be really outnumbered - and the
sleeping arrangements would really be screwed up. We only have two rooms for the
six of us." "Oh, I think we could work that out," she countered. "Aren't there
two double beds in each room. You and I could share one. I can bring a robe and
I won't peek when the guys are changing or stuff." "Gee, I don't know," I
finally replied. "Let me think about it. I don't know what the other guys might
think." "I'd appreciate it if you would. I'd really love to go." By
mid-afternoon I was getting nowhere finding a replacement for Larry. I had
talked to the rest of the group and they didn't have any ideas either on such
short notice. I mentioned Beth's interest to each of them and was surprised to
find that they really didn't mind if she went along. In fact, Jack, who is the
self-designated lady's man of our group, was quite excited about the
possibility. "Beth would sure improve the scenery," he said when I asked his
opinion. "I like the idea." I knew that Jack was attracted to my pretty blonde
wife, but Jack is attracted to anything in a skirt. When I came home from work
Beth asked if I'd thought any more about her going along and I told her that I
had. I mentioned my lack of success in finding someone else and that three of
the guys didn't seem to mind if she went. "I still have to talk to Bill though,"
I cautioned her. "If it's OK with him, and he hasn't already found someone else,
then it's fine with me." "That's great, darling," Beth said as she gave me a big
kiss. "I promise to be good and not embarrass you in front of your friends."
"I'm not worried about that," I assured her. I told her what Jack had said. She
was flattered. I finally got a hold of Bill right after dinner. I told him what
had gone on and that Beth was the only one I could find who was interested in
going on such short notice. There was a brief pause as he considered what I'd
just said. "Well, Jim, is she aware that we're sharing two rooms?" he asked.
"Yes, and she's said that she and I can share one of the double beds. She's even
promised to avoid hogging the bathroom," I said with a laugh. "Yeah, and the sun
will come up in the west tomorrow," he replied with a laugh. "Dames are all
alike in that respect, but I guess we can work that out. It's only for one
night. But let me ask you: is it OK with you, Jim? I mean we're not a bunch of
longshoremen but we do get carried away sometimes. Will she be offended or get
upset if things get a little colorful sometimes. You know Bob's sense of humor."
"I think she can handle it," I replied. "He's been here quite often and they
seem to get along pretty well. She can dish it right back at him when she wants
to." "Well, hell, it seems like she's our only choice then," Bill replied. "Just
don't put it to her that way. I guess we could just not use Larry's ticket but
it would be such a waste." "Great. I'll let her know. She'll be very excited.
I'd better get off and tell her now though so she and I can pack." "Fine, Jim.
See you in the morning. Are you picking me up?" "Yes. At seven, if that's OK."
"That's fine. See you then," Bill replied as he hung up. I told Beth the good
news and she was ecstatic. She gave me another big kiss. "Oh, honey, thank you.
I can't believe that I'm really going to get to go." The next morning Beth and I
were up very early so we could load the van. Jack and Bob met us at our house
and then we picked up Bill and John. By seven-thirty we were on the road. The
drive to Indianapolis normally would take about five hours but we planned to
make a couple pit stops so it would take a bit longer. Beth started the trip
sitting up front by me. We weren't twenty miles down the road before Bob told
his first joke. It wasn't really off color and everyone laughed. This prompted
him to continue and before long he got into his "adult" material. Beth was
laughing along with the rest of us. She didn't show any signs of embarrassment.
When we were stopped at our first rest stop Bill mentioned to me that he'd asked
Bob to be a little careful about his humor and Bob had sheepishly agreed to try.
"But, Bill," he said, "that's the only kind of stories I know. Besides a lot of
these are jokes I heard from women. I'll bet Beth knows some good ones too."
"He's probably right about that," I replied. "I know Beth knows some pretty
raunchy ones, but I appreciate your taking care of it. Thanks." Jack talked Beth
into joining him on the couch in the back of the van when everyone got back in
after our break. "Jim shouldn't get to have all the beauty to himself," was his
excuse. Beth laughingly agreed to sit with him. They'd known each other for a
long time and Jack sometimes got pretty direct in his come-ons, but Beth held
her own and kept things under control without hurting Jack's feelings. Things
were pretty quiet for the next leg of the trip. Bob sat up front with me and we
chatted about nothing in particular. I heard occasional giggles from Beth in the
back seat but didn't think much of it until suddenly she started laughing loudly
and I could see in the rear view mirror that she was moving around quickly as if
she was trying to get away from Jack. Then she yelled "Jack, cut that out!" We
all turned around to see what was going on. The two of them were sitting at
opposite ends of the couch with embarrassed grins on their faces. I wondered
what Jack had done to precipitate such an outburst, but I figured if Beth had a
problem she wouldn't be sitting there looking like nothing happened. "Can't you
two behave back there?" Bob asked facetiously. "You interrupted my nap." "Gee,
sorry Bob," Jack replied. "We weren't doing anything." At the next rest stop I
asked Beth if everything was all right. "Is Jack behaving badly?" I wanted to
know. "Everything is fine. He just tried to tickle me because I told him I
wasn't ticklish. He accidentally got a handful of my left boob when I tried to
get loose from him. That's why I yelled." "Yeah, well knowing Jack it probably
wasn't really an accident. Maybe you shouldn't sit back there anymore," I
continued. "Oh, no, I'm sure I'll be fine," she assured me. "I'd like to stretch
out a bit and maybe take a nap - that is unless you'd rather I moved." "No, it's
up to you. I just don't want something to happen that might make you upset and
spoil the trip. You be the judge." I really didn't think Jack would go too far
and I was sure that Beth wouldn't let things get really out of hand so I didn't
press the point. Besides I got a strange sort of kick out of Jack's flirting
with my wife. When we continued on with the last leg of our trip Beth got out a
blanket and laid down on the couch with her head on Jack's lap. She appeared to
fall asleep and I didn't hear any more noises from them. The rest of us chatted
occasionally but mostly the other guys dozed while I drove. As we approached
Indianapolis I woke Bill and asked him to start helping me navigate. He had
taken over for Larry in that respect. About one-thirty we arrived at our motel.
John got us checked in fairly quickly considering the crowd that was coming in
that day. As we unloaded the van I asked Beth if Jack had been behaving better.
"Well," she said as she blushed slightly, "I didn't want to make an issue of it,
but his hands were pretty busy under my blanket. It made me feel sort of like I
was at the drive-in back in high school. I got a funny sort of kick out of it so
I didn't make a scene. When he tried a couple of times to progress from playing
with my boobs to reaching under my skirt, I had to push his hand away. The
second time I did it pretty firmly and I guess he got the message. At least he
didn't try it again. I just hope you don't mind that your wife did get a pretty
good chest massage." "I guess I don't mind if you don't mind," I replied. Again
I felt a strange combination of jealousy and being somewhat turned on by the
fact that a friend of mine had been getting pretty intimate with my wife.
"There's one other thing I guess I ought to mention," Beth said as her face
turned even more red. "What's that?" I asked. "I think Jack had a hard on the
whole last part of the trip. I tried to ignore it but I kept bumping the back of
my head against it. Once when I sat up for a minute I saw the bulge in his
pants. He didn't seem at all self-conscious about it. In fact he probably was
proud of it. The thing looked huge." "That's terrible, sweetheart. I'm sorry
that happened. I'll speak to Jack about it. He has no business letting that
happen." "No, don't do that. No harm was done - unless you're upset about it.
Frankly, I must admit that I found it flattering that I had such an effect on
him - at least I assume it was me that made it happen. Please don't say anything
to him. It would embarrass me terribly," Beth begged. "I'll deal with him. I
don't want there to be a big scene on my account. It would spoil the weekend for
you and your friends. I can handle Jack. This isn't the first time he's gotten a
little too friendly. I've dealt with him before." I was surprised by Beth's
remark because I hadn't any idea that this friend of mine had been making
serious moves on my wife. I was about ask more about it, but just then Bill came
up and said that they were done unloading the van and I should move it away from
the entrance to the motel. When we got to our rooms we discovered that we had
adjoining rooms with a door that could be opened between them. "This is a
perfect setup," Bill said. "This way you and Beth can share one bathroom and the
rest of us guys can use the other one. That should make it about even," he
continued with a laugh. I laughed too because I knew he was right. Bill pulled
me aside as everyone was unpacking and getting the rooms set up. "Is everything
OK between Jack and Beth?" he asked. "I noticed you talking to her and I know
what sorts of things Jack does sometimes. He seems to have no gall even when it
comes to his friends wives. I know I shouldn't tell you this but once I found
out that once when Ann had a little too much to drink, he talked her into
letting him feel her up and then giving him a blowjob. They even did it when his
wife and I were sitting in the next room. I was furious about it for quite
awhile. I finally talked to Jack about it and he apologized profusely. He
claimed he'd had too much to drink too. Ann promised me that she wouldn't let it
happen again so I finally let it go. We had a real rough time for a couple of
months over it though. "Thanks for your concern, Bill. She says he got a little
fresh with her but he's done that before. It doesn't sound like it was anything
close to what you said he did with Ann though. I understand your anger over
something like that." Actually I wasn't sure if I did understand Bill's anger
over what Ann and Jack had done. I was really quite surprised to find myself at
least mildly turned on knowing what had happened between Jack and my wife. Beth
had never given me cause to question her fidelity and now when this
high-school-ish behavior was going on I was assured by the fact that she was
very frank in telling me about it. My only immediate concern was to make sure
that we all had a great time this weekend. We'd invested too much time and money
and we'd been looking forward to it for too long to let anything spoil it. The
rest of the afternoon went by quickly and uneventfully. We all put on our
swimsuits and spent a couple of hours at the motel's heated pool. It was nice to
relax a bit after the long drive. We each had a couple of drinks but no one got
even close to drunk. We fellas watched with considerable interest as two very
cute young gals with stunning figures in very revealing bikinis pranced around
the pool and jumped off the diving board. I think we all kept hoping that the
strings which held together the small patches of material that covered their
vital areas would somehow break or come undone. Of course, nothing of the kind
happened. I thought for a minute about the effect this scene must be having on
horny old Jack's cock since he seemed to get hard pretty easily. Then I realized
that it was also affecting mine. I put a newspaper over my lap to avoid letting
my erection be seen. Surprisingly it was John, not Jack, that first commented on
the situation. "Ayyy, carumba," he blurted as one of the gals bent over. She was
facing away from us and gave us a great view of her very well-formed ass only
partially covered by a thin strip of material which was wedged in the crack of
her ass and the slit of her pussy. It was a very inviting sight. Beth
immediately picked up on his reaction. "Yes, she's got a great body all right,
but you horny guys are missing the best show out here," she began. "I'll bet
none of you have even noticed their boyfriends. They're real hunks. Their
Speedos look pretty well filled too." I chuckled at my wife's comment. She was
never one to be shy and she wasn't about to be intimidated by my friends even
though she was outnumbered. When I looked over at the guys she was talking about
I noticed that she was right. They were lying on their backs beside the pool and
their bulges were obvious. We left the pool in time to get dressed and go the
bar for a couple of drinks before dinner. Beth wanted to change into something
dressier than the T-Shirt and denim skirt that she'd worn on the trip down. When
she came out of the bathroom after changing she looked stunning. She was wearing
a frilly white blouse and tight navy skirt that ended two or three inches above
her knees. The outfit accented her 36c breasts and firm ass. Bob and Jack
whistled in appreciation when they saw her. Even stodgy old Bill complimented
her as he looked her over carefully. The guys were used to seeing Beth in loose
fitting jeans and a baggy shirt. With her very short haircut - it was even
shorter than mine - she usually looked like a tomboy. She kept the figure that
she worked hard to maintain hidden under clothes that were comfortable but very
unflattering. Tonight I was very proud of Beth Hartman, my wife of twenty years.
She sure looked a lot younger than forty- five. "I knew you'd be a lot prettier
to have along than Larry," Jack said as he looked her over. "Thanks, guys," Beth
said with a smile. "A woman does like to be appreciated." We each had a drink or
two at the motel bar and then went to the restaurant for dinner. Everything went
without incident while we drank and ate. I did notice that the guys all paid a
lot of attention to Beth. They hung on every word she said and they couldn't
seem to take their eyes off her. I couldn't blame them because she looked
ravishing. "Well, what is the plan for after dinner?" Beth asked as we finished
dessert. It's still early. Does anyone here feel like dancing?" "We originally
planned to just go back to the motel and have a few drinks and play some cards,"
John replied. "I don't mind if we do something else first though. How about the
rest of you?" "Sounds fine to me," Bill added. "How about you, Jim? What would
you like to do?" "I guess I should do whatever my wife wants me to do," I
replied with a laugh. "After all I have to live with her." Beth kicked my shin
under the table. We got our check and asked the waiter where we could find a
place that had dancing. He directed us to a club downtown that he said was the
hot spot of Indianapolis. "If you ask our maitre d' he'll give you passes so you
can get in free and without waiting," he added. The club was jammed when we got
there but we decided to go in anyhow. It's a good thing we had the passes
because the cover charge that night was $7.00. We were led to an empty table in
the back of the room and we were able to gather up enough chairs for all of us.
I hadn't even sat down yet when Beth asked me to dance with her. Together we
found a small spot on the crowded dance floor where we could try to dance.
"Darling," she began as we held each other close for a slow dance, "would you
mind if I danced with the other guys. I mean I feel kind of bad now when I
realize that they don't have anyone to dance with. I wasn't thinking when I
suggested that we do this." "No, sweetheart," I replied, "I sort of figured that
you would. It's fine with me." After a couple of dances I led Beth back to the
table. "All right, who's next?" I asked trying to be obvious that it was OK with
me that they dance with my wife. Bill was the first to get up and take Beth back
out onto the floor. He was followed by Jack, then John and finally Bob. It was
more than a half hour later before it was my turn again. "How's it going?" I
asked when she and I'd gotten back to the dance floor. "Did Jack behave
himself?" Perhaps it was because the place was too crowded for many people to
dance faster dances, but whatever the reason, at least half of the music the DJ
was playing was for slow dances. That meant the Jack and the other guys each had
good opportunity to hold my wife close while they danced with her. I could
imagine what Jack might try when that happened. "Well, Jack was Jack," she said
with a laugh. "He tried to get his hand inside my blouse but I told him this
wasn't the place for that. He got all excited and asked me if that meant he
could do that later." "And what did you say?" I asked as I felt my cock twitch
at the thought. "I said 'anything you want, Jack. Just don't embarrass me here.'
He really liked that answer and I felt his cock get hard. He held me really
tightly against him so that I would be sure to feel him. He felt really big
again. I was tempted to reach down and feel it just to see how big it really was
- but, of course, I didn't." "Well, thank you, sweetheart for being such a good
sport about it - and for having the good sense not to play with Jack's cock on
the dance floor. I assume everyone else is behaving themselves OK?" "Yes they
are, although I was amused to notice that John got hard while we were dancing
too. He tried to hide it by pulling back from me but I'm afraid I was a sort of
naughty girl and I pressed myself against him as he tried to get away. He seemed
a bit embarrassed about it." "I can certainly understand why that would happen
to any man," I replied. "I imagine that you've noticed that I'm the same way
right now. What you've been telling me just now hasn't helped any either. I
guess I get a charge out of the way my friends are responding to my sexy wife."
"Yes, I've noticed," Beth said as she rubbed her pelvis against me. "All these
hard cocks around me has made me very horny too. I just wish there was somewhere
we could go right now and do something about it. I feel like my pussy must be
dripping wet." "You could find out for sure by asking good old horny Jack to
check it for you. You wouldn't have to ask him twice." "No, I'm sure I
wouldn't," she said with a laugh, "and the funny thing is I'm getting so horny
that Jack is beginning to look pretty good to me. I mean he isn't one of those
studs that we saw out by the pool this afternoon - and he isn't my sexy husband
- but he might be fun." I didn't think that Beth was at all serious about what
she said about Jack so I decided to tease her a bit. "Well, if you did Jack
you'd make the rest of the guys very jealous. That wouldn't be good for our
friendships," I said with a laugh. "No. You're right," she said with a grin. "I
guess I'd have to do them all. Now isn't that a thought!" By now my cock was so
hard I thought it might burst. "You are a very sexy woman," I said as I held my
wife tightly against my throbbing erection. "If there weren't so many people
around I'd fuck you right here on the dance floor." "Hmmm, that might be fun. Do
you suppose anyone would mind?" I couldn't believe the sort of conversation that
my wife and I were having. I also couldn't believe the way it made me feel.
"What is she going to do when we get back to the room," I wondered. The way Beth
was talking right now, things could get very interesting. I decided that I'd had
enough dancing. I led Beth back to the table and said "I think we've had enough
dancing. How about heading back to the motel?" No one said much as we drove back
to the motel. When we got into our rooms Beth asked "so what are we going to do
now - play cards? Is that what the plan was?" "Sure. That sounds great" Bob
replied. "How does a little poker sound? Beth do you know how to play?" "Of
course I do, Bob," my wife replied. "In fact I'm pretty good at it. I hope you
guys brought plenty of cash because I usually win." "Well, if you think you're
so good at it, why don't we play strip poker then?" Jack suggested. There was a
collective gasp from the rest of the men. "Sure, if you've got the guts," Beth
threw back at him. "That is if it's all right with you, honey," she continued as
she looked at me. "Well, getting naked isn't going to be a problem for me,
sweetheart. You've already seen me that way and the rest of the guys really
won't pay much notice. I guess it's really up to you and them. What do the rest
of you guys say? Are you willing to take a chance that my wife will see you
naked?" "Hell, I'm willing to take that chance if there's a chance I can see her
naked," John said bluntly. "I'd consider that worth the gamble any day." "Me
too," Bob agreed. "What about you, Bill? Do you want to play?" "Ya, Bill. You're
not going to spoil our fun, are you?" Jack pressed. Bill was obviously
uncomfortable with the idea. "Well, I know I wouldn't want my wife to play strip
poker with you guys, that's for sure. But I guess it's up to Jim. Since he
doesn't mind, it's OK with me." "YAHOO!" Jack thundered. "Let's get the cards."
John got out the deck of cards he'd brought along and we began to play. After
the first five hands I suspect the guys had some doubts about their decision.
Beth was the only one in the room who still had all of her clothes on. The rest
of us had only lost our shirts at this point but the trend was clear. Beth
really was a good poker player, and she was having a great run of luck because
we were playing seven card stud. "Beth, you're cheating," Jack said after he was
the loser on the sixth hand and had to remove his T-Shirt. "I don't know how
you're doing it but you must be cheating. John, is this a marked deck?" "Not so
far as I know," John replied. "Don't worry about it. Her luck will change." John
was right. Beth lost the next hand. All of us watched intently as she stood up
to remove her blouse. She did it with the flair of a stripper. She kept us in
rapt attention as she unbuttoned her blouse and then flashed us views of her bra
encased breasts. We could see the brown rings of her nipples through her lacy
bra. Beth was a wonderful sight as she stood there being admired by the five of
us. Finally she asked Jack to help take her blouse the rest of the way off. He
quickly jumped up to oblige her, and we all saw his hands brush Beth's breasts
as he pulled her blouse off of her. "You're a naughty boy, Jack," Beth said with
a smile as she pushed his hands away. "The rules say no touching the
merchandise." "You didn't object earlier today in the van," Jack shot back. "In
fact you enjoyed it." Then he sat down as the rest of the guys gasped in alarm.
They all looked at me to see my reaction. Since I already knew what he'd done I
didn't respond. "All right, whose deal is it?" I asked trying to get things
going again. "It's mine," Bob replied as he took up the cards. We played another
three hands before anything exciting happened again. This time Jack lost and he
had to remove his pants. "Hey Beth, would you give me a hand?" Jack asked as he
got up and stood next to her. Beth looked over at me wondering what to do. I
winked my approval and she reached over to unzip Jack's trousers. First,
however, she ran her fingers up and down the length of Jack's obvious erection.
"Two can play the 'touchy' game," she said with a smile. Again the other men
gasped. Beth proceeded to unzip Jack's pants and unbuckle his belt. Finally she
slipped his pants down past his hips and let them fall to the floor. We could
all see Jack's hard on now because he was wearing tight bikini briefs. In fact
the tip of his cock was close to poking up past the top of his underwear.
"Ooooh, Jack," Beth said as she again put her hand on Jack's hard cock, "did I
make you do that? I'm flattered." She gave him a good squeeze and then turned
back to face the table. By now I knew that every cock in the room must be as
hard, if not as large, as Jack's. I know mine was. I think we all were beginning
to realize that this game wasn't going to end when everyone was done taking off
their clothes. The sexual tension was becoming very intense. Beth lost the next
hand which meant that she would have to remove her skirt. I knew right away that
the guys were going to be very excited because they were about to see that Beth
is not a natural blonde. She was wearing panties that matched the bra she had on
and the shadow of her brown beaver would be quite obvious. I personally find the
sight of that shadow extremely erotic and I figured they would too. This time
Beth went over to Bill and asked him so undo her skirt. He eagerly and quickly
unzipped and unbuttoned it. Then he pulled it slowly down around her hips. She
wiggled her ass at him as he got it down past her panties. I could tell from the
look in his eyes that he was as excited about this as any of the rest of us, in
spite of his earlier reservations. I was right about the reaction of the men.
There were whistles and cat calls as they caught sight of her thinly veiled
pussy. Beth turned around slowly and then moved around the table so everyone got
a good look. Before she sat down she surprised me by reaching down and rubbing
her pussy with her hand. "I'm so wet," she whispered. "You guys are really
starting to turn me on." I wondered if the game might be about to get out of
hand but we were able to play the next three hands with no major complications.
Bob, then Bill and then I lost our pants and we each had Beth help us remove
them. She treated us as she'd treated Jack giving our cocks a brief caress
before and after removing our pants. After she'd caressed my cock through my
shorts she leaned forward and kissed it saying "this is my favorite cock in the
whole world. I love what this does to me." I could see the envy in the other
men's eyes. We played two more hands before the game got completely out of
control. First Beth lost and John helped her remove her bra. He followed Jack's
earlier example and grabbed a quick feel in the process. The guys were
appreciative as they feasted their eyes on my wife's very nice chest. Beth had
always been very proud of how firm her breasts were. She acted quite comfortable
and didn't make any effort to hide herself once her bra was gone. On the next
hand Jack lost again meaning that he had to remove his shorts. Naturally, he
went over to Beth and asked her to remove them for him. She didn't hesitate and
began to slip them down. As soon as the tip of Jack's monster cock was visible
Beth reached up and stroked it slowly. Then she quickly pulled his briefs the
rest of the way off and leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. The
other guys and I sat with our mouths open at the sight of my wife sucking Jack's
cock. After licking him around the head for a few seconds she quickly had his
entire eight or nine inches in her mouth. I couldn't believe how erotic it was
to see Beth doing this. It didn't take long before Jack started to moan and soon
we knew he was shooting his load into my wife's mouth. The rest of us men were
sitting on the front of our chairs staring at Beth as she swallowed his cum. I
almost came at the sight. I hadn't realized before that I was masturbating as I
watched Jack fuck Beth's face. Fortunately I didn't cum because I wanted to dump
my load in my wife's pussy later. When she was finished with Jack, Beth
immediately moved over to Bob and started to get out his cock. I took her hand
and pulled her aside suggesting to her that we move onto the bed. I wanted to
eat her pussy while she sucked the other cocks. She got up and slipped off her
panties before lying on the bed. Bob followed along and planted himself next to
her head. In seconds his cock had disappeared into Beth's throat. I knelt
between her thighs and began to eat her pussy. I felt her jump as my tongue
touched her swollen lips. She was dripping wet. My wife was really ready for
sex. I didn't get to remain in place long before I felt someone trying to pull
me away. I looked up to see Jack trying to get access to my wife's cunt. I
couldn't believe it but he was hard again. He took my place and lifted Beth's
hips up as he slid forward. I watched as the tip of his cock touched my wife's
lips. I felt myself growing more and more excited as he maneuvered Beth's
opening into line with his cock. When he slowly pushed the head of his cock into
my wife she gasped. She stopped sucking Bob for a moment as she savored the
sensation. I was startled as I felt a jolt in my balls and then a load of cum
shot across the room. I had just cum even though I was no longer touching
myself. That's how turned on I was at the sight of another man fucking my wife.
The other men were gathered around the bed watching as Jack's cock plowed into
Beth's cunt. They were all transfixed by the sight. Jack entered her easily and
he quickly began the familiar in and out routine. I sat in a daze as I watched
my wife being fucked by only the second man ever in her life. Beth responded
enthusiastically as she rocked her pelvis back against Jack's cock. She resumed
sucking Bob's cock briefly before she stopped because she was about to cum. Jack
and Beth came at the same time and he pumped her cunt full with a hot load as
her body shook. As soon as Jack finished Bob pushed him aside and moved between
Beth's thighs. She wanted to change positions so she turned over onto her hands
and knees. Then she reached back and guided Bob's cock into her. John moved up
and took Bob's previous spot so Beth could suck his cock. Soon Bob and John had
Beth nailed between them as they both pounded their cocks into her openings at
both ends. As the rest of us watched the threesome on the bed, Bill leaned over
to me and said, "Jim, your wife is really one sexy woman. Is it OK with you of
all of us have her? I mean I know that I couldn't let my wife do that." "Bill,
be my guest. To be honest with you I don't think I could stop Beth from fucking
all of you even if I wanted to. But I don't want to. This is really an
incredibly hot experience." "Thanks," Bill replied as he sat back to wait his
turn. I noticed that his cock was still very hard. He certainly wanted to fuck
my wife. In a few more minutes Bob shot his load into my wife's cunt. As he
withdrew and moved aside I got my first look at Beth's dripping cunt. There was
cum running out of it and down into the brown fur which lined her pussy. It was
quite a sight. My view was quickly blocked as John moved in to take Bob's place.
I watched as the third cock slipped into Beth. Actually it looked like her cunt
sucked John's cock in. She moaned as she felt herself filled again. Bill took
John's place as he guided his hard cock into Beth's mouth. I watched the look on
his face as she began to lick and suck him. I knew very well the wonderful
feeling that he was experiencing. Beth was in a class by herself when it comes
to giving head. As I watched Beth paused in her oral ministrations to Bill's
cock. Then she began to moan and again her body shuddered. "Oowwhhh, John," she
mumbled. "That feels so nice. You are so big. Fuck me hard, John. Stuff me with
your big cock." Beth's explicit language was more than John could stand and he
dumped his load before he really even got started. Beth was disappointed that he
was finished so soon. "Bill, please do me now," she begged. "I need a cock in
me. Please hurry." Bill didn't have to be asked again. He quickly moved behind
Beth and slammed his cunt into her as hard as he could. Then he began to pound
into her like he was a logger trying to be the first to chop down a tree. I was
afraid for a minute that he might have a heart attack he was fucking her so
hard. At that rate Bill didn't last long either and his body went rigid as he
rammed as far into Beth's cunt while he shot her full of her fourth load of cum.
When he was finished he collapsed on the bed beside her. As I watched a stream
of cum ran out of my wife's cunt and ran down into her beaver. Something about
that sight made me want to eat her. I had never imagined doing such a thing and
I guess it seems sort of gross...or at least weird but I wanted very much to eat
Beth's pussy right then. I bent over behind her and ran my tongue up her thighs
trying to catch the stream of cum that was now running down there. Beth jumped
when she felt me there. "Jim darling, don't do that!" she said plaintively.
"Please don't. I'm a mess there right now." "You sure are," I told her. "I've
never seen a cunt that was such a mess. My friends have really filled you up."
Then I helped her turn over onto her back and went back to my cleanup work. As I
licked and sucked her cunt Beth came again. When I touched her clit again with
my tongue she pulled away. "Please let me rest for a minute," she begged. "I'm
so sensitive right now that I can't take any more. I turned to my friends who
were sitting around the room watching and said "look at that guys. You wore out
my wife's pussy. Now what am I going to do?" They all laughed. "That is
certainly some pussy," Jack exclaimed. "I've never fucked such a hot one." "Yes,
it sure is," Bob agreed. "In fact if I thought I could do it, I'd suggest that
we forget about the race tomorrow and just stay here and fuck Beth. That is if
she wants to do it again." "You could count me in on that," John agreed. "Yes,
Jim you have a very sexy wife," Bill concurred. "You're a very lucky guy...and I
guess we're pretty lucky too that you're willing to share her with us. I
wouldn't mind doing this again sometime too." "Thanks guys," Beth said as she
sat up. "I think I'd like to do this again too. I've never felt so filled up and
fucked out. It's an incredible feeling. You guys all have great cocks and you
sure know how to use them." "Don't forget that you're not done yet, sweetheart,"
I reminded her. "I haven't had my turn yet." "Well, what are you waiting for?"
she asked. "Get that thing of yours in me. I'd like one more before I'm done for
the night." As I slipped my cock into the familiar cunt that I'd fucked so many
times before, it felt like I was fucking another woman. Her cunt was much looser
from all of the cocks that had just finished servicing her, and she was still
filled with cum. If I hadn't been so turned on I might not have gotten enough
friction to cum. As it was it didn't take me long either. Soon Beth had her
fifth load of cum in her pussy. She'd also swallowed Jack's first load. When I
came the guys started heading for bed. John, Bob and Bill went into the other
room and closed the door. Jack was taking the other bed in our room. I would
have liked a few minutes alone with my wife to see how she was, but we only had
a minute or two while Jack took a leak and brushed his teeth. As soon as Jack
shut the bathroom door I took Beth in my arms and kissed her. "How are you
doing?" I asked. "How do you feel about what happened?" "I feel fine," she
replied. "I really feel fucked out and I do feel like a slut, but I have to say
I had a fantastic time. How do you feel? Are you angry with me? I got carried
away before we had time to talk about it." "I feel great. No, I'm not angry with
you at all. That was the most erotic experience I've ever had. I never would
have imagined how exciting it is to see other men fucking my wife. Eating you
after they'd fucked you was even more exciting. I really don't understand it but
I sure did like it." Just then Jack came out of the bathroom. He crawled in bed
and we shut out the light. Although Beth fell asleep quickly, I couldn't get to
sleep right away. I was still all wound up from the wild evening. I kept seeing
visions of my friend's cocks pumping in and out of my wife's cunt. Before I fell
asleep I'd gotten hard again. I thought of waking Beth so I could fuck her one
more time but I decided to let her sleep. I was awakened in the middle of the
night by the sound of something bumping against the wall. It took me a few
seconds to get my bearings and when I reached over to Beth she wasn't there.
Then I looked over and saw that she was in Jack's bed and they we going at it
again. She was sitting on his cock and rocking back and forth. I laid quietly so
that I didn't disturb them. In a few minutes I heard Jack moan and say "Beth,
I'm cumming." Then I saw Beth throw her head back and her body shook as she came
too. She rested for a few minutes on Jack's chest and then she got up to come to
bed. "Thank you, Beth," Jack said as she got up. "You're an incredible fuck." As
she crawled in beside me trying to move quietly to keep from waking me up I
reached over and put my arms around her again. "Was my hot wife getting laid
again?" I whispered. "Yes. Do you mind?" she asked. "No. Did you have fun?" "Of
course," she answered. "Are you enjoying the trip?" I continued. "I sure am. But
not for the reasons I expected. I just hope you really aren't upset with me. I
guess I've sort of come unglued. I've thought about things like this but I
never, ever thought I'd actually do it." "Well, I've never even thought of
anything this bizarre, but I agree that it's been a really wild erotic night.
Now we'd better get some sleep. We have to get up pretty early tomorrow." The
next morning we did get up early. Bill came in and invited Jack to take his
shower in their room. As he stood talking to Jack, Beth came out of the
bathroom. She was completely nude. Bill's eyes lit up when he saw her. "Beth,
you are certainly an incredibly sexy woman," he said as he stared at her. "I
guess that we didn't have to be concerned about making sure you had some privacy
though, did we?" He looked over at me and winked. "No, after last night we've
all seen about everything there is to see of each other. Things got rather
personal," I replied. "Rather personal is right," Kim agreed. "I don't know how
I'm going to feel the next time I see any of your wives - but I'll worry about
that when we get home." Just then John walked into the room. Beth was still nude
and bending over looking in her suitcase for something to wear today. She was
giving us a great rear view of her pussy. John tried to avoid staring at my
wife, but his eyes kept drifting over her way. "Did you all sleep well?" he
asked. "Well, I was doing fine until those two woke me up. They kept knocking
Jack's bed against the wall. I thought the whole motel was going to show up at
the door," I said with a laugh. John laughed. "You mean Jack hadn't gotten
enough? I believe that. I don't think he's ever gotten enough. If we gave him
time he'd probably want to do it again right now." "Well here I am and I'm
ready," Beth said as she bent further over and wiggled her shapely ass at us. "I
have quite an appetite too. Any of you guys up for a quickie?" "Hell, I'm
ready," John replied as he unbuckled his belt. In seconds his pants were on the
floor and his cock was sunk deep into Beth's inviting cunt. Bill and I watched
as he began to fuck my wife. It was a repeat of the scene I had witnessed four
times last night, but I still felt a chill run up my spine as I saw another
man's cock enter my wife's cunt. The two of them didn't take long. John pumped
vigorously as Beth bounced her ass back against his thrusts. In just a few
minutes John shot another load into my wife's cunt. I thought about cleaning her
out with my tongue but we were running short on time. "We'd better get going,"
Bill reminded us. "We have to pickup the chicken and some ice before we head
over to the track." We all finished dressing and packing as quickly as we could.
Beth put on jeans but when I saw them I told her I thought she should wear her
other denim skirt. "Why? The jeans are comfortable, and if I end up sitting on
the ground they're also a lot more modest," she objected. "Yes, but I have a
hunch that you'll get tired of taking those jeans off and putting them back on
before the day's over if you wear them." "Why?" she asked. "Knowing Jack, I'll
bet that he'll want one or two encores and I'm sure you can count on at least
one from each of the rest of us. That means you'll have to get undressed at
least six times." "That's right," Jack confirmed as he looked up from packing.
"Hell, I don't think I'll be willing to settle for just two." "Oh. Good point,"
she said as she took off the jeans and put on her denim skirt. I shook my head
in wonder at how nonchalant my wife had become about having sex with other men.
I was even more surprised at my own response to her infidelity. The traffic was
heavy everywhere in town and it took awhile to get to the track. We arrived in
plenty of time, however, and got a good parking place for the van in the
infield. We got to the best vantage point we could find and listened to the race
preliminaries. As the crowd cheered loudly when the thousands of balloons were
released, my buddies and I congratulated ourselves on finally "being there." Our
excitement grew as the rest of the pre-race ritual continued. Jack said, "isn't
this when someone's supposed to say that next year we've got to be there in
person." We all laughed. The sound of thirty-three engines coming to life gave
us Goosebumps. Finally the pace car led the cars away to begin the parade lap.
The green flag dropped at precisely eleven o'clock and the race was on. Five
minutes later Beth tapped me on the shoulder. "Sweetheart, can I have the keys
to the van?" she asked. "Sure, but why? - as if I can't guess." As I handed her
the keys I noticed Bob standing beside her with a silly grin on his face. "Bob
would like to go back to the van," she said with a giggle. "Oh, OK. Have fun you
two," I said as I kissed her. "I love you darling." Beth returned twenty minutes
later but left again with Bill soon after that. When she returned with Bill,
Jack had a turn. When Beth returned from her third fuck in less than an hour, I
got a chance to talk to her. "Sweetheart, are you having fun?" I asked. "You
certainly have been busy." "Yes, sweetheart. I don't understand what's come over
me this weekend, because I've never felt like this before but I just love having
all those cocks at my disposal. It's quite a thrill every time one of them
enters me and then again when I feel them cum. I feel like a real slut. I think
there is a river of cum running down my legs right now and my panties are a
gooey mess. Tomorrow I'll go back to being a conventional wife, but while I'm
here I'd just like to let myself go. Is that OK with you?" "Yes, it's fine with
me. I don't understand what's come over me either but I'm really enjoying what
you're doing. Maybe you and I can go to the van later and I can clean you up a
bit. I really loved doing that last night. That's something I don't understand
either. I mean who can imagine a husband liking to eat other men's cum out of
his wife's freshly fucked pussy." "That is weird," she agreed. "You don't think
we'll have problems over this when we go home, do you? You won't hold it over my
head, will you? Your friends well be discreet won't they?" "Do you think any of
them will want their wives to know what they did down here? I sure don't. I can
imagine Jack bragging a bit about the pussy he shagged at the race, but I've
never heard Jack tell who he's been in bed with. I'm not worried about it." As
the race entered the last fifty laps, John wanted to nail Beth for the second
time that day. This time she didn't return for quite a while and I began to
worry about her. I headed back to the van to see if she was there. As I
approached I noticed the van rocking. "It looks like Beth is still busy," I said
to myself as I stood outside and waited. It suddenly occurred to me that others
might have noticed the frequent rocking of the van and the fact that Beth had
come and gone with several different men. They might get the idea that she's a
hooker which wouldn't be good - particularly if they tried to solicit her.
Things could get ugly. I decided to wait for Beth to come out. This was a good
time for me to take my turn with my wife. A few minutes later the rocking
stopped. The van door opened soon after, and Beth and Jack came out. She was
surprised to see me there. "Is everything OK?" she asked. "Everything's fine," I
assured her. "I haven't seen you for awhile and I wanted to make sure that you
were OK. I figured that it's about time that I got my turn anyhow." "Oh, I'm
sorry, sweetheart," she said. "When John and I were leaving a bit ago, we ran
into Jack. He said he wanted the second encore that you'd promised him. This
time it finally took him awhile. I was glad because I finally came for only the
second time today. I really am feeling like a cum covered mess though and I
certainly do need a good cleanup." I took my wife back into the van and after
pulling up her cum spotted skirt and slipping off her cum soaked panties, I
began to eat her cum filled cunt. She was right. She was a gooey wet mess. Since
John first fucked her in our room this morning she's taken five loads of cum
from four men. Her cunt had been well fucked and well filled. The van's sofa bed
that she'd been using to entertain my friends was covered with wet spots. I
laughed as I pointed out the souvenirs that we would take home with us. Beth and
I finally got back to trackside just as the white flag dropped signaling the
last lap for the leader. We watched and cheered with the rest of the crowd. Then
when the winner finished taking his victory lap we headed back to the van. We'd
all agreed that we would head home as soon as the race was over because we had a
long drive ahead. Beth also was very tired from all the exercise and the lack of
sleep last night, and she wanted to take a nap. As we headed out of the parking
area everyone commented about what a thrill it had been to be there. "It was
sure worth effort," John remarked. The rest of us agreed. No one said anything
about plans for next year and no one mentioned all of the sex that we'd all
enjoyed in the last two days. We just talked about the race. It hadn't been a
particularly close one or fast one, but it was fun nonetheless. Finally Jack
said "I think the best part of all though was the action in the infield. You
know I hear there was a van that was rocking almost constantly from the time the
race began until the race was over. I wonder if the occupants had a good time."
We all laughed as we realized he was speaking of our van. "Well this occupant
had a hell of a time," Bob replied. "This was easily the best weekend I have
ever had. I couldn't take this very often, but I, for one, would love to repeat
it again next year." "For sure!" Jack agreed. "I vote for doing it again next
year -that is if Beth will come along. I'll sure do my part to get ready." "What
do you think, Beth?" John asked. "Are you willing to do that? Are you interested
in taking care of this motley bunch again next year? I sure enjoyed it and would
love to do it again." "Thanks guys," Beth finally replied. "I can't believe the
way I acted and I hope you don't all think I'm a terrible loose woman now, but
if you really want me again, I'd love to do it. It may take me that long to work
up that much of an appetite though." "What about you, Jim?" Bill asked. He
always was the one who was concerned about my feelings on the matter and I
appreciated that. "I sure as hell enjoyed it. I don't think I could deal with
doing something like this often either, but it was sure great as a once-
in-a-while sort of thing. We have to remember Larry though. That would mean
seven of us if he wants to join us and I'm sure he will." "You're right," Bill
replied. "Boy will he be disappointed when he finds out that he missed a lot
more than just the race. I'm sure he'll want to do it next year. I'll call him
in California tomorrow let him know. If everyone agrees we can just keep the
same job assignments. OK?" "Maybe Beth and I can have Larry over and make things
up to him," I suggested. Beth and I can talk about that later. I know I wouldn't
want this sort of thing to become a regular part of our sex lives when we got
home, however. "That sounds like a great idea," Beth added. "But I want a
promise from all of you. I don't want to get a reputation back home. I loved
coming along and being your slut for the weekend, and I'm looking forward to
doing it again next year, if you want me. But back home I must maintain the
image of a being a lady - not a slut. Does everyone understand?" Everyone
agreed. They didn't want problems at home either. With the plans for next year
in place, the rest of the group made themselves comfortable and tried to sleep
while I drove. It was a quiet and uneventful trip until about the halfway point
when I heard a commotion in the back. I looked in the rear view mirror to see my
wife's bare ass bouncing up and down on Jack's lap. She was naked from the waist
down and I saw his cock pumping in and out of her. "I guess some people just
never get enough," I said with a laugh. Beth looked around at me with a sheepish
grin. I blew her a kiss and set my eyes back on the road. It had been quite a
weekend getaway.
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