The best way I can imagine to tell this story is to just jump right in. I’m not certain how it is all going to turn out, but it’s been a real turn on so far. It could end up being not only fun, but very profitable for all involved. With the possible exception of Rosie. But that’s a thought for later.
Rosie and I have been married nearly twenty-two years now. Our sex life was pretty hot for the first few years – she had a beautiful face and an above-average body. I’d been in three relationships before that, but I’d never been so completely stunned by someone’s appearance.
We met at a friend’s house. It was a completely coincidence. I’d stopped by Deb’s house to pick up a pair of gloves I’d left there the night before and Rosie was sitting on the sofa watching television. I glanced into the room, our eyes met, and – well you can guess the rest. Her eyes were the kind that just grabbed you and pulled you in from the very first glance. We were married less than a year later. Everything about her was wonderful. Intelligent, strong-willed, career-minded, sensitive, and, above all, ready to get the hell out of Ohio and move to New York City.
The sex was great right from the beginning. I was into oral sex and light spanking, she was into candlelight and dirty talk. We learned from each other, nudging each other along slowly, adding more and more to our repertoire as we got to know each other better. It was amazing.
And the night life in New York City gave us all kinds of additional opportunities. Skimpy dresses at nightclubs to show her off, high-roller meals in expensive restaurants where we could play footsies under the table and fool around in the elevators. It was amazing.
And, it didn’t last.
About five years into the marriage, things started cooling down. No seven-year-itch, it was something more subtle. We tried a few things to spice it back up, including videos, dirty stories, and even a few stabs at phone sex while I was on the road, but nothing took. Nothing turned up the heat.
There was one exception. There was a guy I worked with who we’d met at several social functions. He was divorced and somehow gravitated toward her from the first time we were all in a room together. With just a little nudging from me, she let him seduce her. She came home the next morning completely exhausted and walking on a cloud. I was torn between being jealous and being relieved that at least *something* was getting her turned on again. We spent nearly three hours in bed ourselves that morning. I’d never had sloppy seconds but if this was what it was like, I could get used to it real fast.
And I did. We both recognized how much it added to our sex lives and she screwed him nearly a dozen times in the following three weeks. Mornings, afternoons, nights, whenever he could (pardon the pun) fit it in.
The three of us even ‘kind of’ spent a weekend together in Las Vegas. We rented two rooms on the same floor. Bob took one and I took the other. Rosie made her way back and forth down the hall every few hours, getting very little sleep the entire weekend. It was completely incredible, both of us felt like teenagers again – all erotic energy and laughter.
But, that didn’t last either. Of all things, Bob broke it off. He felt that there was something sick about it and that it offended his sense of morality. Here he was, fucking a married woman, and he got on his high Rocky(H) about morality. We never saw him again and that was fine with us.
However, we never picked up that energy again. There had been some chemistry between Rosie and Bob that never sparked again with anyone else.
The years went past, jobs changed and we moved back to the Midwest. We’d occasionally have perfunctory missionary-style sex, but we’d flat-lined on passion. Rosie started gaining weight, eventually settling at a comfortable fifty-pounds-over. Her face was still a tantalizing balance between beautiful and sexy, but it sat above a double-chin that was hard to ignore.
All of which is prolog to what happened earlier tonight.
I’m writing this at two in the morning, sitting in an easy chair in a dark living room. I just finished my second Scotch and am trying to make sense of everything spinning around in my head. Rosie’s asleep upstairs, exhausted. She spent the last three hours crying her eyes out and explaining herself to me over and over. This was after…well, let me start at the beginning.
I came home from work at around seven. The front room was dark, which was a little unusual. When I opened the door, I heard soft jazz playing and saw the glow of candlelight from the dining room. Wondering what might be going on, I set my briefcase on the floor, slipped off my shoes, and walked into the hallway.
“Is that you?” I heard Rosie’s voice ask softly.
“Yeah,” I said quietly.
“Come on in and relax,” she said.
I walked down the hallway and into the dining room. There were a dozen candles situated around the room, a bottle of my favorite red wine and two glasses in the middle of the table. The table was bare, just the bottle, the glasses, and a white linen tablecloth.
“Would you like some?” a voice asked. I looked up into the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen and saw Rosie. She was wearing a loose white t-shirt that hung just below her belly. It was tied at the waist with a wide black sash. Her hair was slicked back in a look I’d mentioned to her several times before that I found very sexy. She was wearing several golden chains around her neck and a dozen or so small golden bracelets on each wrist. Her eyes and lips were both done in deep burgundy. I smiled a big, stupid grin. My Jezebel fantasy. My gypsy queen. A fantasy we hadn’t touched in nearly twenty years. I felt my cock spring to life immediately.
The circuits in my brain blew. I nearly ran across the room and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, our mouths opening, tongues jutting in and out, tasting each other, mouths sucking, biting, making silly and absurd wet sounds as our lips slid back and forth across each other. I felt her hand up and down my thigh, then it was unzipping me and she was reaching inside my pants and stroking me gently, slowly, remembering what I liked and executing it perfectly.
I reached around and cupped her ass with my hands but she pushed them away. I smiled and slid them up the front of the shirt, maybe she wanted nipple play. Again, she pushed them away, only comfortable when my arms were around her neck or waist. Meanwhile, her mouth and hands worked eagerly at me, mouth on my mouth, neck, cheek, ears, hands on my cock, my balls, palms rubbing hard over my nipples.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, pulling the hem of the shirt up around her waist. She leaned back against the table, unbuttoned my pants and slid them down around my ankles, pulled me into her with one quick plunge, wrapped her legs around my back, feet pushing hard at the small of my back, hands continuing to defend herself against me touching anything but the table.
My cock felt her open up but we knew it wasn’t going to work. Since she’d put on all that weight, the only way we’d really been able to get any kind of satisfaction was with me coming in from behind. Crudely put, there was just too much of her for me to get much penetration face-to-face.
“Come on, dammit, fuck me!” she yelled. I stared at her. This was different. Her frustration came as a surprise. She was pulling at me with arms and legs, but we weren’t feeling it. My cock was fully erect, all seven inches of it, but only the first four or so were actually inside her.
“What’s fucking wrong with you?!” she screamed, beating her fists against my chest. “Don’t you like pussy? Huh? Come on, fuck me!” She was sobbing quietly, tears running down the side of her face. “Come on, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Be a man!” Her nails clawed at me and I had to grab her wrists. “Fuck you, you bastard! Bastard!”
She was crying now. Her legs relaxed around me, she turned her head and rolled onto her side as best she could with me still between her legs. She hid her face in her hands and mumbled. “He took a photo of me…he put a photo of me up…”
Over the next minutes and hours the story unfolded. I listened with a combination of curiosity, anger, excitement, and frustration. Several months ago, we’d talked about the possibility of using internet porn to get our sex life jump started. Rosie had been very reluctant to even talk about the subject, so the conversation didn’t go very far. She kept coming back to how heavy she was and that she would just get depressed looking at all the hot girls on the internet getting what she used to get, doing what she used to do.
I told her that there were plenty of sites devoted to women who weren’t supermodels. Treading carefully, I talked about girl-next-door sites, Plain Jane sites, and eventually brought the subject around to the BBW sites. Plumper sites. I kept it light and we actually laughed as we talked about it. But it never went further. We never surfed them, in fact, the subject never came up again after that first night.
That it, it never came up for the two of us. Evidently, it *did* come up for her. To make a long story short, she’d signed up at one and learned quickly that there was a surprisingly large number of men who frequented the site. She posted a photo of herself wearing a demure black dress and heels, face blurred with photoshop, and was flooded with requests for more. On a whim, she posted a photo of herself in a bra and panties, then a little more risque shot of herself topless with white satin tap pants and thigh-high white stockings. The response was incredible. She was swamped with requests to meet, offers to buy nude photos of her for outrageous prices and a handful of men who wanted to work with her on starting her own soft-core porn site.
Between sobs and apologies, she continued with her story. Things escalated between emails, online chats, then phone sex and had finally culminated a few weeks ago with her meeting a man in a hotel room.
To her surprise, he was black. She hadn’t asked, he hadn’t offered. They’d swapped enough mail and chats that she knew he was what she wanted and she’d arrived nearly incoherent with lust. They fucked for three hours that first time. She hesitated to describe him, but I pushed her. Six foot two. Two hundred twenty pounds. Late twenties. Muscled like an athlete and hung like a Rocky(H). They’d fucked face to face, Rocky(D)gie, every which way they could think of and she knew she was hooked. He’d filled and flooded her so completely she knew she would not settle for anything smaller than his weapon again. When he left, she had to nap for an hour before she could think clearly enough and walk comfortably enough to come back home.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do…” she sobbed. “I want to be with you, but it’s just…”
I stroked her head. “How many times?”
She pulled back and glared at me. “You bastard! Why do you have to ask me something like that?”
Calmly, I said, “I wish you wouldn’t talk to me that way. I’m not the one who’s feeling so bad about it, am I?” Pause. “Now, how many times?”
“I…” she looked up at me, eyes locking on mine. I saw that she was battling something inside herself. Something else was coming. Finally, she said, “it wasn’t just him.”
My body froze. I hadn’t seen that coming. It changed everything for me. “Go on.”
“He brought friends one time. Three of them.” Her attitude changed. She adopted a voice I didn’t recognize right away. “It was amazing.” Then I remembered. It was the voice she’d always used when we’d tell each other our fantasy stories. Way back when. “It was amazing, David. I’d cum and cum and cum. It was like with Bob. You remember, Bob? Those days?” She pressed herself against me but I froze stiff.
She was confessing but I was feeling my hard-on growing. And she was getting excited too, her hand went back to my crotch and her fingers started gently working on me.
“What did you say about a picture?” I asked quietly. Her right hand was stroking my cock lightly and her left was cupping my balls.
“They took some pictures. I let them, I wasn’t thinking…” she leaned forward and took my cock-head between her lips. When she pulled her mouth off, she stroked again with her hand. “He emailed me with a link and I clicked it. There I was. Naked, on my knees, one of them in front of me with his cock in my mouth, the other behind me and…”
I jerked slightly as I unloaded into her hand. She leaned forward and licked the residue from her fingers, still talking, “…the other behind me, inside me, planted deep up inside me.”
She finished then stood up, pushing me back slowly. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. You need to tell me what to do next…” I was quiet for several minutes, not knowing what to say. Eventually, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and walked upstairs to the bedroom. I heard the water running as she cleaned herself up, then the sound of the springs as she crawled into bed.
That’s it. I headed into the room here to get all of this down while it’s still fresh in my head. There are so many aspects to this, so many angles. I’m not sure what the next step is, so I can’t rush. I need to think this through completely. So many possibilities.
Rosie steadied herself with one hand against the door and leaned slightly as she stepped into one of the high-heeled shoes.
“Could you buckle me, please?” she asked. I smiled and we both laughed. “That prick!” I knelt in front of her and wrapped the thick leather strap around her thick stocking-clad ankle. “He knows I can’t bend that far in this get-up.” She wobbled a bit as she stepped into the other shoe. “Three inch heels. He calls this ‘moving up a step’.” I slid the tongue through the buckle and pulled it snug.
Just for fun, I slid my palms up the outsides of her legs as I stood up, ending up with her big bottom in my hands. “Do you think he’ll even notice?” she whispered, then tongued my ear.
“I doubt he’ll have any idea. He’ll think it’s just you. But we’ll know, won’t we?”
“It’s only fair,” she laughed. “You stick yourself what he’s left behind, now he can do the same.” We kissed again, Rosie grinding her hips against mine. I pushed her away gently. “Go, stand in the doorway.”
“I’ll pose for you,” she chuckled, raising one arm behind her head, planting the other hand on her hip. She looked hot, no doubt.
James had emailed her a shopping list for this weekend and she’d bought everything he asked for. Black satin thong, black lace push-up bra, bright red latex corset with suspenders and dark burgundy stockings. She wore six gaudy gold rings on her left hand and eight on her right, lots of golden bracelets and gold chains around her neck, even large gold hoop earrings, two on each side. She got the seconds piercings two weeks ago, that is, nearly three weeks after we’d started pushing the game up notch by notch.
Her hair continued to grow out – at James’ insistence, of course. Currently, it was dyed blonde and piled high on top of her head. Her makeup was classic streetwalker, right down to a new black beauty mark low on her left cheek.
“Let’s get going. The driver will be down at the Tic Toc in a few minutes,” Rosie said. I gave her another kiss and helper her into the black full-length overcoat. We walked into the garage, I held the door open for her and she slid into the passenger seat. I got in, started the car and pressed the button on the garage door opener. As I backed out of the driveway, I looked at her. She kept her head down, just in case any of the neighbors were looking out their windows or out for a walk.
James had agreed to have her picked up in a neutral place in order to maintain her privacy. We’d picked a tacky bar several miles from our home but still in a safe neighborhood.
“You’re still OK with this?” I asked as we rolled along.
Rosie took a few quiet breaths before answering. “It was certainly a shock when you brought it up. I thought you were going to hate me for going out on you.”
I smiled, remembering that wild week after her confession. We’d screwed like rabbits, took advantage of every free second we could find, doing it anywhere we happened to be, and always, always, whispering to each other about her and James. I’m not going to try and psychoanalyze either of us. The bottom line was that we both got a hell of a kick out of it. We checked in with each other all the time – a beast like this was dangerous to keep – but so far, we were both loving it.
“Have you figured out how he screens them yet?” I asked.
She turned slightly, reached her hand toward me and touched my leg. I felt electricity jump from her fingertips to my crotch.
“The men he brings aren’t people he works with, I know that. I heard two of them talking last time and I think I have a pretty good idea where he’s meeting them.”
There was a red light and I stopped the car. I took her hand in mine, brought it to my face and kissed her palm. “Well?”
“I don’t want to say yet, I want to see what else I can learn,” she objected.
“You tease!” I laughed. The light changed and I put her hand back on my leg, sliding it closer to my cock.
“I promise you, I’m getting closer,” she purred softly, hand pressing against me through my pants. I smiled. I had confidence she would find out, then we could move our little plot forward.
What was our plot? Let me rewind back to one night, a while ago, after their second or third time together, Rosie and I were laying on the living room floor, exhausted from fucking, sipping wine and watching some old black and white film on television. Someone was planning a bank heist. I heard one of the characters say to another “…and they had no clue that it was you?…” I don’t remember the movie or who the actor was, but the line sparked an idea. I explained it to Rosie and within minutes, we were at it again, knocking over the bottle and spilling wine all over the carpet, whispering to each other about how hot the idea was, how soon could we do it?
The idea was simple, I’d get James to invite me to one of their sessions. Rosie had already told me that James enjoyed arranging small group bangs. Evidently, since she hadn’t put up much of a fight that first time, he felt at liberty to indulge himself regularly. She hadn’t been alone with him once in their last six meetings.
The men were always different, at least as far as she could remember. Most of them were middle-aged, well-dressed, conservative looking types of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Athletic, overweight, attractive, plain, white, black, brown, James certainly had a wide range of associates.
They usually started off in James’ front room with her wearing something skimpy and serving them drinks, kissing, hugging, giving head and handjobs to anyone who asked. They’d usually be playing poker or watching videos, something to keep themselves busy. As the night went on, they’d take her into the bedroom in ones and twos for the actual fucking.
I wanted to get in on the action, thought it would be particularly hot and also a bit of a payback to James for fucking a married woman. I also toyed with the idea of taking some films and videos of the action. James had been taking photos of her all along, adding them to the treasure house on her website, always touched up to keep her and anyone else in the room anonymous. But I wanted some complete videos of my own, untouched as it were.
So, Rosie’s current assignment was to find out how James recruited and screened the men he brought into his game.
“He’s already here, go around the corner,” Rosie said, ducking down slightly. I saw the big, black Continental parked outside the back door of the Tic Toc, the driver, dressed in a light grey suit, was just getting out of the driver’s side door.
I pulled into the lot on the far side of the building and parked. “You OK?” I asked. Rosie leaned over and gave me a long, deep kiss. “I’m so much more than just OK,” she said in a throaty voice, then opened her door, got out and walked into the bar. — The driver held the door open, Rosie climbed into the vintage Lincoln and settled back. There was another man there, waiting with a glass of champagne and a list of names. Rosie nodded thank you as she took the champagne.
“What do I need to know?” she asked.
“There are three of them this time, including James. The tall, thin man is a judge, you will address him as Your Honor. The shorter man is simply a friend.”
She lowered the glass. “Is that all?”
“No.” The man lowered the paper and leaned forward toward her. In a low voice, he said, “the judge wants to spank you.”
Rosie choked back a laugh. Watching the man’s face, thought, she caught herself and sat quietly. She’d thought this might be coming. James hadn’t said anything about it, so far it had just been sex. Sex with him and a few others. But the Judge was adding something new. And once that door was opened, she didn’t know where it might lead.
“All right. But just this once,” she told him. He nodded and sat back. He was silent for the rest of the ride. — James met her at the door. She started to unbutton her coat, but he touched her hand and she stopped. “Not yet.” He led her by the hand into the formal living room of his luxurious apartment. She followed, still slightly wobbly on the heels, but feeling much more secure than earlier.
“Your Honor, may I introduce Suzannah?” Rosie gracefully held out her hand, she was used to his using her website name whenever they were with others.
The Judge took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Charmed.”
James turned and pointed toward the large armchair in the corner. Rosie saw the second man there, fat, naked, and drinking from a sweaty beer can. He burped a hello. “That’s Bill. You’ll fuck him first.”
Rosie’s eyes widened as the man stood up. He began walking across the room toward her, his skinny, pale legs wobbling under the burden of his swollen beer-belly. James unbuttoned her coat and slid it off. She hardly moved.
“Bill bailed me of a pretty difficult situation a little while ago and I owe him,” James said, unzipping her red skirt. “He’s a big fan of your website, by the way.”
The Judge made a face, spit on the floor, then turned and stormed out of the room. “Call me when this circus is finished.”
Bill pointed between his legs and Rosie stepped forward. She had to lift his belly slightly to find him, but she started stroking him with her free hand. He raised the can and finished the rest of the beer while his pecker stiffened. He got hard fast. Rosie was relieved, this was going to be quick.
“Turn around, let me get at that hot little…” Bill growled, but before he finished his sentence, he unloaded into her hand. She scratched his balls lightly to keep him focused and he moaned and grunted until he was completely spent.
“I’m sorry,” she began. “That was my fault…”
He growled. “Damn right! I’m coming back for you next time, girlie. Jimmy, boy, you owe me one!” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned back to Rosie. “Damn, I love your website!” Then, he staggered back to the chair and flopped into it, falling asleep immediately.
James clapped his hands together and grinned at her. “I really was hoping something like that would happen. I just can’t imagine someone like that inside you…” He handed her a towel, then bent down and pulled the skirt back up into place, zipping it tight over her bottom.
“Now,” he instructed. “You are to go into the other room and tell the Judge what a bad thing you’ve done. That man is a deviate, a sex offender, and you voluntarily offered yourself to him. The Judge will want to discipline you for that.”
Rosie nodded, then grabbed his wrist. “Listen, James. This is a one-time thing. I didn’t sign up for this.”
He smiled and removed her hand. “No, you didn’t.” Then, he took the towel from her and walked into the bathroom.
Rosie walked toward the doorway and called for the Judge. “Judge?” He stepped into view. “Yes, my dear?”
“Judge, I have something I need to tell you. I…I’ve done something…”
“Oh?” he asked, stepping closer. His hand went to his belt and he unbuckled it slowly. “Tell me all about it.” He pulled slowly and the belt crept through his beltloops. Rosie eyes watched it with a mixture of fascination and fear. She hadn’t done anything like this for a long time, but back when she had…
“Yes, I just had sex with one of your criminals.” she began. The Judge sat in one of the big armchairs and motioned for her to come closer. As she continued talking, he gently lay her over his lap, stroking her bottom through the material of the skirt. “I know he has spent time in jail for sexual offenses, but I had no choice.”
“You know that is something we cannot allow, don’t you?” the Judge asked.
“Yes, Your Honor.”
He flipped the short skirt up over her bottom, then doubled the belt in his hand. “This behavior simply cannot be tolerated, young lady,” he said in a steady, stern voice. He raised his hand and brought the belt down across her bottom. She jerked slightly as a bright red stripe rose across her cheeks. He went on with his lecture about her antisocial behavior, his arm rising and falling mechanically. Each stroke seemed stronger than the last and his voice never changed. The tears rose quickly and after eleven or twelve strokes, she was squirming and squeezing his legs tight with her arms.
“…fifteen…sixteen…” he continued counting as she tensed her body, trying to hold out, gritting her teeth, certain she could make it to twenty.
When he reached twenty, he dropped the belt to the floor. He pushed her head up slightly and she stood beside his chair. The Judge’s hand quickly went to his zipper and opened it. He pulled out his cock and stroked it several times until he unloaded himself all over his pants.
“Thank you, dear,” the judge said calmly, then stood up and walked out of the room, cock still dripping small beads of cum on the carpet.
“You can go home now,” she heard James’ voice from the other room. She fumed. He didn’t even bother coming into the room to say goodbye.
The fourth was an electric day for us. We’d hardly slept the night before and now the air around us was supercharged with electricity and excitement. We were partying with James tonight.
Just before going to bed last night, I’d checked my email again. There it was:
David,
if you’re still interested in Suzannah from the website, we are making another video tonight at my place and you’re welcome to participate. As we discussed earlier, please be certain to arrive with the balance of the production fees.
James
Suzannah, of course, was my wife Rosie. As I described in the first chapters, they’d been fooling around for quite a few weeks, ever since she’d posted some photos of herself on a BBW porn site under the name Suzannah. He’d hooked up with her and, in a very short time, had a new subscription website up with her pictures. And, he’d quickly turned their illicit encounters into full-blown gangbangs, which he recorded, modified electronically to keep all faces hidden, and added to the Members only area of the website.
It was a turnon for both of us in that it rekindled our flatlined sex life. She was still more than fifty pounds overweight but that wasn’t going to change. Not now. Not now that the pool of men James were using were all subscribing to her plumper website. We were using James while he was sure he was using us. A mutually beneficial situation, though he didn’t know that. Our latest gambit was to find a way to get me invited to one of their gangbangs. As turned on as I was by the idea of other men fucking my wife, I was even more turned on by the idea of being one of them. When we found out he was pimping her out to subscribers on the website, it hadn’t taken much for us to convince him that I was just another guy interested in extra-large girls.
It was a little bit touch-and-go. The typical encounter was with someone who was passing through on a business trip of one kind or another. There were only a small handful of subscribers who were less than a few hours drive away. I needed to allay any suspicion he had that my being local was anything more than a coincidence. But it had worked. And, now, I was ‘in’.
His mentioned of a ‘production fee’, though, made me angry. When this all started, I’d made the assumption that he was just another internet kinker. Learning that he was more a businessman than a swinger bothered me a bit. I guess it was a pot-and-kettle thing. I coughed up the $150.
The other part of my plot was to get access to his apartment and plant my own equipment. I’d spent nearly $1000 on two tiny spy-type audio/video transmitters. (I learned a lot more than I wanted to know about them, for instance that the audio is much more challenging to capture than the video.) I didn’t much care for the blurry-faced images James posted on the website, though I did appreciate his efforts to keep everyone anonymous. I wanted full-sound and full-video movies. After all, it WAS my wife!
We made it through breakfast then ran some errands, but we both knew what was on each others’ minds every minute. I kept rubbing up against her the whole time we were trying to choose paint colors for one of the basement walls and she fondled me through my pants every time we got into the car to go anywhere. By noon, we were upstairs in bed, naked and sweating, one of my hands holding her vibrator, the other pushing fingers deep inside her while she licked and sucked me until we both came then fell asleep. We woke just after two and went at it again.
Rosie got her email from James around three, their usual time.
“Read it,” I said, kissing her hair and stroking her shoulders.
“This week, you will be staying overnight both Friday and Saturday. We will send you home sometime Sunday afternoon, when we are finished with you.” She looked up at me.
I nodded. “He’s upping the ante a bit.”
“I know.”
“Well, it’s up to you. How are you feeling?” My hands slid down the front of her chest and touched her nipple. They were already stiff. “I thought so.”
She leaned her head back and looked up at me. “I wonder how many more men he has lined up? Why does he need three full days?” Her voice was quiet, her breathing just a bit more shallow. I leaned forward and kissed her mouth. We stayed like that for several minutes, her hand stroking the inside of my right thigh, my palms gliding over her nipples.
“Read the rest,” I said, standing back up.
The rest of the email described how she should be dressed when she arrived. Black panties, black harem pants and a black bra, lots of gold jewelry around her wrists, neck, and ankles, and barefoot.
“Barefoot?” she asked, chuckling.
“I think it is ‘slave in the harem’ night at James’,” I said.
“Well, it’s clearly working for you,” she said, lifting a hand to touch my now-erect cock. I had to admit, the vision appealed to me.
“There’s one more thing,” she said, turning back to the monitor. Her hand stroked me lightly as she continued to read. “Print out the attached note and go to the bookstore listed there. Find a clerk named David and give him the note. Then, wait for the package he will give you. Wait at the store, my driver will pick you up there.”
James didn’t mention a time in his email, but we both knew that we had less than three hours to shop, dress her, and get to the bookstore.
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“Three kings, pass it this way boys!” I announced, throwing my cards on the table. The man directly across from me, a shaven-headed, heavily-tattooed side of beef with three earrings on each side threw his cards across the table and yelled, “fuck this!” For several seconds, the rest of us sat frozen, watching his face. When he broke out laughing and called me a “lucky fuck!”, we all relaxed.
He pushed his chair back from the table, stood up to his full six foot-seven, and looked around the room. “Come here, Princess, I need to relieve some tension.” He grabbed his crotch and shook it a few times.
“She’s busy,” announced another voice. I turned and saw my wife on her knees in front of a big easy chair, lips pressed hard against the base of someone’s cock. His pants were down around his ankles and his shirt was unbuttoned. His hands were holding the back of her head in place, his hips rocking up and down in quick jerks. I saw her hands on the arms of the chair, fingers squeezing tightly as he moaned and fucked her face.
He pulled her head up and she gasped for air, a long blob of saliva plopping out of her mouth and onto his balls. Just as quickly as he had let her up, he pushed her back down again, listening to the gagging sounds and watching her body shake.
“Come on, ya wanker! You’re not gonna cum and you know it! You’ve been at her all night, dammit!” the man stepped closer, rubbing his crotch. “Let a real man have a run, eh?”
James stepped between them, put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Relax, relax. There’s plenty to go around and we have all weekend, remember?” He took a long draw from his cigar and turned his head, blowing the smoke toward the poker table. “Go on back and play another hand, I’m sure Roger will be finished by then.” He turned his head slightly. “Right, Roger?”
The man in the chair muttered “sure” and went back to fucking Rosie’s face.
“Yea, you’re right, mate,” the man laughed. “As always, eh!” He went back to his seat at the table, restacked his chips. “I don’t know where you find ’em, but you always have the highest quality tail for me when I come to town. No baggers in the bunch.”
I smiled as I shuffled the cards for the next hand. There were six of us at the table. With James, the two napping Asians and the man whose cock was currently keeping my wife from breathing, that made a total of ten men. No wonder James needed the entire weekend.
“Straight five card, nothing wild, five dollar in, who’s playing?” I called in my best Las Vegas voice. Part of me watched the chips slide into the center of the table while part of me watched Rosie’s head bob up and down in the man’s lap. The jewelry tinkled and clattered each time he pushed into her and my cock stirred again. I hadn’t taken her into the bedroom yet, but she’d been in five times already. Once with the Aussie, once each with two of the others, and twice with the pair of Asians who were snoring away on the sofa. Evidently resting up for round three.
Before going into the bedroom, the Asians had asked us to take pictures of them with my wife. It was amusing because it was so cliche. James let her put on a blindfold to hide at least part of her face, but they insisted her mouth be visible.
In the first photo, they were standing one on each side of her, their outer arms crossing themselves, hands slid just inside the belt of her harem pants. In the second, they bent slightly forward, hands sliding the pants down to mid-thigh. They continued through a series of nearly a dozen shots until she was entirely naked, legs spread wide, arms behind her back, mouth opened in a perpetual O. Then, one of them produced a dildo. He pushed it inside her, then they both mugged for the camera, smiling wide grins like fishermen showing off a fifty pound salmon.
Finally, one of them took back the camera, thanking us profusely, and talked the other through a series of poses for Rosie. They took photos of her using the dildo, licking it, fonding it, deep-throating it, then on her knees, standing on her toes, lying on her back with her legs in the air, holding herself open, playing with herself, on and on for nearly half an hour. After which, they politely picked up and folder her clothes and draped them over a chair, then escorted her into the bedroom, still blindfolded. They were in there for nearly an hour. When she came out for her clothes, she was staggering a little and still blindfolded. When we got home later, she explained what they’d done. It was amazingly innovative and I wanted to contact James to get their numbers.
“Oh, shit yes!” We all turned and saw that Roger was jerking up and down in his chair, holding Rosie’s head tight in his lap.
James nearly flew across the room. “If you fuck up that chair, I’m gonna fuck you up! I told you to go to the bedroom if you’re gonna cum. Goddam mother fucker!” He smacked Roger across the back of the head, but it was too late. Roger had finished unloading himself into my wife’s mouth and she was already licking up anything that she hadn’t swallowed.
She raised her head. “James, it’s find. I have it.”
He laughed. “My bitch!”
Without turning her head, Rosie caught my eye and we both smiled. Yeah. YOUR bitch.
After a few moments of silence, the Aussie pushed his cards into the middle of the table and stood up. “Time for some real cock, little quimmie. And maybe we’ll have you whitewash the back 40 while we’re at it, eh?” He took Rosie by the hand and walked her toward the bedroom.
At the door, he turned. “Anyone who wants a nice, tight little poon might want to do her first, mates. I’m hung like a Brumby!” He pulled her close and started kissing her, hands roughly cupping her tits and ass. “Open your mouth, Sheila, I want to taste what you just had for dinner.” I watched as he pulled her tight, pressing his mouth against hers, watching her body respond, leg rubbing against his pants, hands clutching his huge forearms and biceps. I could nearly smell her arousal from across the room. Only once, her eyes drifted my way, but they were glazed over and she immediately looked back at him, face and body begging him to take her to the bed.
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I lost the next three hands of poker quickly and expensively. I couldn’t concentrate with the bed banging against the wall and my wife’s moans from the other room. They’d been at it nearly twenty minutes nonstop. James noticed my distraction and sucked hard on his cigar. “Curious, eh?” I looked at him and nodded.
“His name is Meat. Yeah, I know, sounds stupid. It’s probably a nickname, but it’s all I could get out of him. Met him on a business trip to Melbourne. Lots of gangs there. He bailed my butt out at something he jokingly called a ‘rough pub’. Everyone beats up everyone, they go home to nap for a while, then come back and do it again.”
I nodded, interested only in the sounds coming from the other room.
“He comes through once in a while and he’s a big fan of my websites. He made a special trip here for Suzannah. Wanted her the minute he saw her.” James watched me half listening to him. “You want to go in, don’t you?”
I looked at him, measuring him. Did he suspect anything about me? Slowly, I nodded.
“Go on. Meat actually likes it. A show-off by nature, you know?” James grinned and waved me toward the room.
I tried to stand up but my legs were weak. I felt my knees shake slightly. It surprised me and I gripped the back of the chair for balance. “Must have drank a little too much,” I bluffed. He laughed. “Don’t worry, they’ll be in there for a while.”
“You know, none of us has even had a turn at her yet and he’s in there twice already,” one of the other men at the table complained. The others all turned to James. He leaned forward in his chair and took another big drag on the cigar. After a few seconds, he blew the smoke toward the middle of the group.
“Meat paid a whole lot more than any of you, so he gets a whole more access than any of you. Besides, you all looked so happy playing cards.” He smiled, rested the cigar in an ashtray. “Relax, there’s plenty of her to go around. You’ve seen.” When nobody laughed, he nodded his head slightly. “How about we put in a video of her last go around?” That broke the mood and everyone nodded. One by one, they stood up and shifted positions, away from the poker table and toward the entertainment center. A couple poured themselves new drinks, one went into the kitchen for a fresh beer.
“It’s rough not having our serving girl around,” someone complained.
“You can’t have everything. Not even here,” James responded. “But you’ll get pretty damned close!” He turned his attention back to me. “Well? Go on in.”
I nodded, picked up my drink and drained it, then tried to stand up again. This time, I made it and walked toward the bedroom. “Should I knock?” James roared in laughter. “Are you serious?”
I smiled and turned the doorknob, pushing the door slowly open.
Meat noticed me immediately. “Eh, hon! We’ve got a visitor,” he called out.
The sight was amazing and I was stiffening quickly. He was on his knees on the bed, arms holding my wife’s legs open high and wide, pounding away hard at her cunt. Rosie’s head and shoulders were hanging over the far edge of the bed, hands clutching his leather vest, grunting loudly with each of his quick thrusts. She couldn’t see me, didn’t know who had entered the room.
“Mate, could you do me a favor?” he asked without changing his rhythm.
“Uh, yeah, I guess” I managed.
“That’s a good fella.” He leaned forward just a bit and pursed his lips. A large blob of saliva gathered, then fell, splashing between her lips, drizzling upward toward her clit. “Can you get that for me, then?” I leaned closer. My wife’s clit was swollen outside and shiny with his spit. “You know, her little pearl there?” I reached out my thumb and pressed it lightly. She nearly screamed and her body jerked upward, almost knocking me over. She saw that it was me and moaned again, her orgasms coming quickly one after the other while I rubbed light circles with my thumb.
“Ah, that’s it, then, that’s it!” Meat chanted as my wife’s cunt squeezed and spasmed around his prick. He pulled her legs wider, shoved harder and in just a few seconds reached his peak, blowing his load deep inside her.
“Yeah,” he grunted, shaking his head. He abruptly dropped her legs and pulled his cock out her. “OK, then Sheila, maybe we’ll have you again later, hm?” He pulled her hands free from his vest, then stood up and picked up his pants from the foot of the bed. He looked at her face, saw the anger. “Just fuck you and walk away? Yeah, that’s pretty much it, dearie. You’re pissed now, but you’ll come around begging for it in just a while, trust me. They all do. They all want the Meat.” Without a backward glance, he walked out of the room and announced to the group, “Well, gen’lemen, she’s pretty much used up now. You might want to give her cunny a while to shrink back up before you go in there, eh? Unless you like that kind of thing.” There was laughter around the room.
Rosie tried to pull herself up onto the bed but couldn’t. I circled around and pulled her to the floor. I cradled her head in my lap, stroking her cheek. She was soaked with sweat, but her hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit quick and hard. she was still masturbating and got off again quickly.
“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she mumbled weakly. Between shallow, panting breaths, she moaned “I’ve never, never been pounded like that before. Oh shit, get him back in here…get him back in here…” then she dozed off.
Rosie poured the last of the Foster’s into a frosty glass. Some of the foam overflowed the rim and she wiped it with her hand. No time to look for a rag, every second she wasted waiting on them was another second she was out of the bedroom. Unavailable to James and his Australian pet, Meat.
She shook her head and chuckled nervously as she picked up the tray with the glasses and shots and walked back into the front room. Thinking of him made her knees weak but thinking of his name made her giddy. It was so appropriate, but it was so inane.
Rosie walked around from man to man, handing them their drinks while they stroked her thighs or pulled her close for a kiss. Every touch turned her on, everything was foreplay for Meat. Several times, she’d turned her head to sneak a glance at him, and every time, he caught her looking. Though she flushed with anger and humiliation, she felt more and more turned on.
It was four a.m., they’d been at her for over ten hours now, alternating in ones and twos in the bedroom while the rest of them amused themselves with poker, naps, and videos of themselves with her earlier. They’d high-five each other and comment on their own performances. It was turning into a sports event for them. For all of them but the Australian. Between Rosie and him it was a steady battle of wills. She desperately wanted him to fuck her again and he enjoyed playing it cool, watching her need build. Every time she looked at him, he winked, grinned, or gave her the ‘thumbs up’. Playing with her, arousing her from across the room without the slightest touch. Each of the men who touched her while she handed them their drink was him. Their hands were his hands.
James had arranged to have the entire weekend videotaped for Rosie’s “Suzannah” website. She was causing a bit of a stir in cyberspace, no small feat given the amount of bandwidth dedicated to young boys and lonely husbands wanking off around the globe to the vast array of offerings. Most of them were free, James charged admission to the Suzannah BBW site and was still getting hits in the tens of thousands.
Rosie approached Meat slowly. She’d saved his glass for last. She approached him eyes down, trying her best to appear sexy. She widened her stance and straddled his right leg, leaned forward to hand him the icy mug. He laughed.
“Didn’t I tell you? You were so pissed off at me when I left you like that last night, all hot and bothered, but now you’re crawling back begging for more, aren’t you?” He paused, grinned. “I know, I can see it in your eyes.” He turned to me. “They all get that look. That glazed, ‘give it to me harder, deeper’ look.”
He slid his hand roughly between my wife’s legs, pushing his thumb up inside her. She bent her knees and opened herself, ground her hips, fucking his thumb there in front of me and the rest of them.
“Come into the bedroom and let’s see what else I can do for you,” she purred, leaning closer and whispering. He smiled, removed his hand from between her legs and took the beer from her. He raised his foot and tapped her belly gently with his toe, nudging her back a few inches.
“Tell you what, luv. You have one more go-round with each of these boys, then we’ll see if you can handle ol’ Meat again, eh?” He smiled and patted his crotch.
She looked around the room. The Japanese tourists were still asleep, as were most of the others. Two of them was sitting in front of the television set, channel surfing, picking up bits and pieces of games they’d missed earlier.
Rosie dropped to her knees in front of Meat, leaned forward and nuzzled his cock through his silk boxers, then whispered “Are you sure you don’t want me before them, while I’m still fresh?” He reached a big hand behind her neck and pulled her close. Her mouth was inches from his. She felt a flush of heat across her chest and between her legs. She opened her lips expectantly. He grinned and pulled back, staring her directly in the eyes. “Sheila, I’m guessin’ you ain’t been fresh in a whole lot of years.”
She stumbled backward, embarrassed and aroused. “I’ll be back”. She crawled across the floor toward the two men in front of the television. One of them looked down at her and laughed. “Bitch in heart time?” He swatted the other man on the shoulder. “I can smell it from here. She’s sure turned on by something in the room.” He looked across at Meat and smiled. “I guess we know what that would be, eh?”
Rosie crawled closer, stopped just in front of him. She rubbed her cheek against the inside of his knee, turned her head, kissed his thigh. She tasted the musky mix of dried cum and her own juices from his visit earlier. She slid her hand up the inside of his leg and saw his cock stirring underneath the terrycloth robe he was wearing.
“Looks like your little soldier is turned on as well, hmmm?” she whispered. I watched her as she leaned forward and gave his cock a light kiss, then opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cockhead. His eyes rolled back and he relaxed into the chair.
“That sure feels good,” he muttered. “I’m sure not used to this kind of service,” he laughed, stroking the back of her head gently. Then, he reached his hand underneath her chin and tilted her head up. “I’ll tell you what. If you can get one of the other guys to do you with me, I’m up for it. Otherwise,” he said, turning his head, “I don’t want to miss the Rams.” He pulled his cock away and pulled the robe closed over himself.
Rosie felt the frustration building inside her. Did they have this planned? Was this all James’ idea? Tease her and tease her until she exploded? She looked around the room at the sleeping bodies, all in various positions and states of exhaustion. Her movements were getting jerky, twitchy. She felt like it would be impossible to wait, like Meat had given her an unattainable task and that he knew it. By the time she’d roused each of these men and taken them into the bedroom, she’d be insane from the anticipation.
My wife looked at me with a desperate plea in her eyes, but I was already completely spent and needed to recuperate. Reluctantly, I shook my head.
“Isn’t as easy as it seems, is it, dear?” laughed Meat. She tried to ignore him as she calculated her plan. She picked up two empty bottles from the poker table, stacked up some of the chips, trying to distract herself with minutiae. She couldn’t keep her eyes from going back to his chair though. The ham-sized biceps, close cropped hair, tattooed skin all called to her. But her focus kept landing between his legs. Landing directly on the bulge resting underneath those red silk boxers.
He laughed, “obvious as hell, hun.” With his left hand, he pulled the elastic waist of his boxers down, giving her a full view of the huge snake coiled there in his lap. Even limp, it was enormous. It lay there, resting, recharging, gathering up strength for its next onslaught. With another laugh, he snapped the elastic back into place.
“Why don’t you make me a snack, little Quimby?” he laughed.
Weak kneed, she staggered into the kitchen. There was no way she could focus her attention long enough to prepare anything. She knew where James kept crackers and trays, but she couldn’t focus. Everything she looked at was blotted out by the memory of those bright red boxers and the promise of what lay beneath them. She leaned against the counter and slid her hand between her legs. She’d never been this desperately horny in her life and certainly not for any one particular man. It was scary and exhilarating. She was still wearing the harem-girl outfit – they’d had her put it on each time she left the bedroom – and she slid her hands down underneath the wide belt. With a vision of Meat’s naked body in her mind, she brought herself to orgasm quickly.
“Is this how we serve our guests?” she heard James’ angry voice from behind her. He’d been standing on the other side of the kitchen with a camera in his hand, caught the entire event on video. “For the website,” he announced.
“James,” she whispered. She ran to him, wrapped her arms around him and started licking his neck. “Are you in the mood, dear? Did that turn you on?” His cock was large but nothing like Meat’s. It would be good enough for now, though, she thought. She stroked him and tried to entice him but he was all business tonight. He pushed her away.
“Get the snacks out there,” he said, then turned and left the room. She was on fire with frustration now. The hand job she’d given herself sated her for only a few moments, everything circled back to Meat.
Rosie found a box of crackers and smeared them with a variety of cheeses. She dipped her finger in the cheese and licked it clean, closing her eyes and remembering the same kind of licking earlier, cleaning the men in the other room. She reached for the bunch of grapes and touched each one lightly as she plucked it from the stem, tender little balls of sweet juice aching to spurt into her mouth. She sliced an apple, feeling its cool skin and watching the knife penetrate, separate, cleave it into wedges. She arranged the wedges side by side in pairs on the plate, small vaginas to be lifted with thick, tattooed fingers and eaten. She was feverish by the time she finished, the crotch of the harem pants moist with arousal.
Rosie picked up the tray and brought it into the front room. Three of the men were awake and standing at the bedroom door, arms crossed. “Showtime, Suzannah,” one of them called. She put the tray on the table in front of Meat, bowed to him, “your snacks, sir.” She slid the elastic waist of the harem pants down slightly, exposing the top of her slit. “Do you promise you’ll play with me later?” she asked in a rough voice. He waved her off, turned to me and smiled. I smiled back, thinking about how it would feel with her later. After Meat was done with her.
In the bedroom, the three tag-teamed her, mouth to cunt, cunt to mouth until they were exhausted. They opened the door and invited two of the other men we’d played poker with into the room. The five of them were in there for another hour or more. When they finally came out, they sent in the Japanese pair, who had been away for a while and were clearly angry for having been made to wait.
Rosie didn’t relish the Japanese men at all. They were not fuckers, they were players. They made her kneel, sit, stand, squat, all the time poking and prodding her, pinching and stretching her nipples and cunt lips and spanking her bottom. They’d challenge and compliment each other, trying to bring the brightest red color to the surface of her thighs, calves, belly, anywhere they found flesh that they hadn’t already worked over. They kept at it, listening to her moan and whimper, until they were close to cumming, then they’d push her to her knees and stick their stiff penises in her mouth. Their cum was sweet tasting and came in small spurts which she swallowed obediently, as they’d instructed her to do earlier.
As the men dressed, Rosie pulled her harem outfit back on. It was getting harder to keep her balance. Though none of the five men she’d had so far were particularly well endowed, they’d still given her quite a workout and she was feeling exhausted. She felt the cum oozing out of her and wetting the crotch of the harem pants, tried to ignore it. She opened the door and immediately spotted Meat. I saw her eyes widen and she stood just a bit more erect, pushing her chest forward. He looked at me and burst into a wide grin.
“How are we feeling, missy?” he growled. “Quim all slicked up and loose for me?” Her face froze and went slightly white. Embarrassment had turned into something else, something deeper. She was craving his abusive talk now, wanted him to talk about her like the slut she was turning into. He owned her and they both knew it, she’d do anything to get his cock back inside her body. I saw something wet trickled down the side of her mouth. Cum from one of the Japanese men? Or a new kind of Pavlovian response? I didn’t know but whatever it was turned me on immensely.
“Why don’t you give her a little tease?” I asked. My wife’s eyes shifted, looked at me, but went back to Meat as he stood up and walked across the room. He ripped the tiny vest off of her, it came apart in three small pieces, he threw them to the ground. She nearly fell over. He picked her up and twirled her upside down, smashed her face against his boxers and held her there, her thighs around his head. She immediately fished his cock out and pulled it into her mouth. Her hands reached around the back of his tree-trunk legs and held tight. He thrust his hips forward, pushing deep into her throat, pumping five or six times while she sputtered and gagged. Then, he flipped her over again and stood her on her feet. Her eyes were watering and a flood of saliva spilled over her bottom lip and onto her neck and chest. He rubbed his hands against her, massaging the moisture into her breasts, fingers pulling at the nipples while she moaned. I watched as my wife pulled the elastic down, sliding the pants over her huge ass and letting them drop to the ground. She grabbed Meat around the waist and tried to pull him close, but he pushed her back and laughed. “Just a taste, the man said,” he growled, turning to me. “Your turn.”
“Hey!” one of the others said. “Two of us left, then Mr. Joy Boy over there.”
I waved my hand, “fair enough, I’m still exhausted from last time.”
“You limp-dicked Pussy! Come on in and see how it’s really done!” he said, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into the bedroom. The two remaining men went in together and spent nearly an hour with her. When they came out, they were dripping sweat and staggering.
I looked into the room. Rosie lay on the bed, legs spayed wide, arms limp. She tried sitting up twice but could only raise herself to her elbows before collapsing. The light from the room reflected off of her shiny skin as she struggled to get up. Sweat? Cum? Both? I smiled. Both, no doubt.
“Hey, Sheila! One more,” Meat called into the room. I was torn, tempted to be merciful to my wife and just walk into the room, but more completely turned on by the idea of watching her stand up, attempt to put on her outfit, and stagger to the door. I reached for my drink and settled back into the armchair.
After two more tries, Rosie’s feet were on the ground and she was standing beside the bed. She picked the harem pants up from the nightstand and sat back on the mattress. Each movement was taking forever, from raising her foot to slide it into the pants to pulling them up over her knees, thighs, ass, to standing up again to put on the bra. She lost her balance twice and fell back on the bed, both times looking out into the room. She didn’t look at me, though. She looked at Meat. He was pushing all of the buttons and pulling all of the strings now. I felt my stomach knot. With a glance, she might have convinced me to come into the room and spare her the rest of this embarrassment, of this performance she was being put through, but no. She chose to make her appeals to Meat instead. Any sense I had that I might have gone too far was gone. The game was unfolding properly.
“I’m getting bored out here,” I called. Meat looked at me and smiled. “Yeah, and if anyone gets bored, you might have to start all over again,” he chimed in. I noticed that he was stroking himself as we watched her. I saw his cock – still only half-erect – and imagined it where it would be soon – deep inside my wife, hammering away at her with all of his animal strength and leathery-skinned vitality. I nearly came just thinking about it.
Rosie fastened the bra, then started sliding the inventory of gold jewelry onto her ankles, wrists, and around her neck. She sat with her hands propping herself up for a few minutes when she was finished. I saw her breathing deep and slow, gathering her strength for her entry into the front room. She turned her head again, I waited, but again her eyes went to Meat, pleading for the release she needed. I sat silently, fuming.
She stood up and walked to the door, leaned against it to steady herself, then raised a hand. She focused her half-opened eyes on me and wiggled her finger “come here”. I shook my head and pointed to the floor in front of me. The smile vanished from her face and she looked at me with angry eyes. I ignored her and rested my arms on the armrests. She came closer, unsteady, trembling slightly with the effort to not fall over.
We were some fourteen or so hours into the weekend, which meant nearly 30 hours without sleep for her. Between the lack of sleep and the constant stream of men, she was fatigued and showed it. Something about the look in her eyes, the nearly completed transformation to a creature of pure lust, amazed me. I’d never seen anything like it before. Something deep inside her body had taken her over. A sexual auto-pilot.
When she was directly in front of me, I stood up and wrapped my arms around her. We started kissing, my hands moving up and down her body, touching the spots I knew she favored. I could tell by the response from her tongue that I was finding all of them. Her hands scratched up and down my back, another indicator that meant she was losing control, abandoning herself further to her body. She started swaying slightly, one of her hands slid around, sliding down my belly and into my pants. I looked at her and saw that her eyes were locked on Meat.
“You cunt!” I screamed, pushing her back. She caught her balance and leaned against the wall. “Fucking whore! You can’t keep your mind off him, can you?!” I pushed my face close to hers. Something inside me was on the edge of snapping. “Spreading your legs for me and thinking of him!”
Meat jumped up and grabbed me by the shoulders. “Hey, now calm down, mate!” I heard his voice through the red haze and came back quickly. I needed to get control of myself, if only to keep James from getting suspicious.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know,” I muttered, stepping back and walking to the kitchen. “I need a cold one.” As I walked away, my wife reached for Meat, trying to pull him toward her, but he pushed her back and followed me into the kitchen.
I swung the refrigerator door open and pulled out a Corona. In a daze, I twisted off the top, sucked down half the bottle, then poured the rest out in the sink. The Australian stepped closer, leaned up against the counter next to me. “She really wants it bad.”
I nodded.
“How about the two of us do her at the same time?” he asked, patting my crotch.
I smiled and shook my head. “No, I’m OK now. I just got, I don’t know, a little carried away. She just can’t resist you. It’s kind of insulting.”
Meat smiled at me. “Yeah, it happens. They’re pretty much all the same,” he crowed as he patted his crotch. “Once they get the big snake, they can’t stop coming back.”
I smiled and nodded, “hey, we can’t all be hung like that.”
“No, I guess not. I’m just a lucky guy! Listen, why don’t you have a go at her and when you’re finished, I’ll move in and finish things off.”
“Yeah, sounds good.” I walked through the front room as calmly as I could with everyone staring at me. We went into the bedroom and closed the door. Rosie started taking off the jewelry, stacking it on the nightstand. “I’m so sorry about that,” she whispered.”I’ll live,” I muttered, sliding the robe off my shoulders and onto the floor.
“This is going to be wonderful, you’ll see…” she unbuckled the bra and dropped it to the floor.
“I expect it to be, it’s always been,” I said as I climbed onto the bed.
My wife slid the harem pants over her ass and dropped them to the floor. “Oh, yes, wonderful.” She slid onto the bed beside me, one hand between my legs, the other propping herself up. She licked her lips, leaned forward. “He’s just an animal, the way he fucks me, my insides are still shaking from last night…” Her eyes glazed over and her hand between my legs stroked me gently. “Oh, come on, come on, get inside me!” she said, grabbing my arm. She pulled me on top of her and reached for my cock. Her mouth was all over my neck and shoulders, her other hand scraping fingernails across my back. She stroked me quickly, keeping her hand near the top the way I like it. “Come on, shoot it, shoot it baby,” she grunted. This was unusual, not like her at all. She was trying to push me along and get me the hell out of the room so Mr. Meat could fuck her.
“Hey, slow down! Remember why we’re here!” I pulled back and she rolled forward, pulling me back on top of her. “I know why we’re here! We’re here to fuck! Come on, fuck me, get that thing up inside my hot little snatch, I need it…” Her mouth was all over mine, she spread her legs wide and flat and arched herself as best she could to take me in. Her hand guided me, but I still couldn’t find the hole. She pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and slid it underneath her bottom. That trick worked. I plunged deep inside her, feeling myself bottom in her cunt. Part of my brain was angry that she was just finishing me off quickly so Meat could fuck her, but a bigger part of me was turned on by the idea of her so completely lost in lust and I came quickly.
She kept humping, looked at me like a wild animal, eyes glaring, face flushed red, mouth open and panting, chest heaving as she panted for breath. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh fuck yeah,” she chanted.
“Could you at least try to pay some attention to me!” I yelled but she ignored me, eyes locked on the door and what lay beyond. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum again just thinking about it,” she groaned, rubbing herself against my hip and cumming quickly. She scratched my back and bit my shoulder, rubbing hard and cumming again. I was a little scared, I’d never seen her like this before.
“Tell him, tell him to get the fuck in here, tell him,” she prodded, pushing me toward the edge of the bed. I fell backward, flopped onto the floor, looked up to see her running her hand through her hair, hips grinding against the pillow underneath her. “Go get him,” she repeated.
I stood up and went into the front room. This was getting out of hand, I thought, looking at him and listening to her heavy breathing from the other room. “She’s ready,” I said to Meat.
“Yeah, well I’m not,” he chuckled. “Hey! Doris! Get your cooch in here, I want more of those cracker things!”
She rushed to the door, naked and sweating, hair whipping around as she shook her head intensely. “No, you cocksucker, get in here, get your fucking ass in here right now!” She braced herself, hands gripping the door jambs tightly, body shaking with anger and frustration.
Meat laughed and patted his crotch. Rosie screamed, “don’t fuck with me!” and ran across the room. Before she reached Meat’s chair, James and one of the other men intercepted her. A look of terror came over her face as she looked into James’ eyes.
In a stern and measured voice, he told her, “you are making a scene in front of my guests.”
Rosie collapsed, gave an explosive blow of air and slumped. The effort was enormous but she gathered herself together and stood back up. “I am sorry, James,” she said through gritted teeth. “I put my needs above the needs of your guests.” She moved her hands in front of her cunt, covering herself. “It will not happen again.”
“You’re goddam right, it won’t happen again,” James said. “Because you are going to the Judge for punishment. Larry, get him on the phone and tell him to get his sorry ass over here immediately!” James barked.
“And Meat, I think it is time for you to leave, you’re distracting poor Suzannah here,” James said. She lunged toward him and begged, “you can’t, oh, please, you can’t! Just once, just give him to me one more time, oh James, oh please…” She was on the floor in front of him, arms wrapped around his legs, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Meat raised his drink in a toast and nodded. “You may be right, guv.” He stood up and walked closer to Rosie. He bent down, ran his hand over her shoulders, down her back, over her bottom. “And I was so looking forward to taking you for a ride.” He continued touching her. “A long, long, ride.” He slipped a hand between her legs and she moaned weakly. “But, the boss says I gotta go.” Rosie watched him walk to the door through watery eyes.
“And you, in the meantime,” James said calmly, pushing her to the floor, “put your uniform back on and take these gentlemen’s orders for drinks and snacks. The weekend is still young.”