Future of Porn

On Monday morning, Memorial Day, I woke up with an erection of patriotic proportions. Not the coda to an erotic dream, but anticipation of the day to come. “Easy there, boy,” I said as I hopped out of bed.

Yesterday had been intense. Two gorgeous women — Carmen, and Gary’s girlfriend Lynn — dared each other to show off more skin in an outdoor garden. This accelerated delightfully out of control, leading to both girls naked, Gary getting to second base with Carmen, and Lynn screaming and punching him. To cap off the afternoon, Carmen sunbathed nude in the park, and then climbed on top and fucked me silly. (See previous chapter.)

Before she left for home last night, she wondered how we could possibly top that for today. I had no idea. It hardly seemed possible.

As I showered and dressed, a fiendish idea bloomed. I called Carmen’s cell phone. Voice mail picked up, and I left the following message: I would be upstairs working with some music files, and might not hear the doorbell; so just call my cell (which I’ll have in my pocket) when you arrive. Thanks, see you in a bit.

The truth was, she wouldn’t need to call at all. My townhouse has a stairway leading up to the bedrooms. At a landing halfway up, a small window provides a view of the front step and anyone standing there. I would spot her as soon as she arrived. About ten minutes early, I settled on the landing and waited.

She didn’t know about this vantage point, which I had also used the two previous days she visited. Yesterday, she had pushed down her own sweatpants while she waited at the front step, wearing nothing underneath, a daring herself to stand bottomless in public. Onlookers would have only seen her bare bottom, but that was a glorious sight indeed.

Today, I wanted to see as soon as possible what she was wearing. I watched the sidewalk like a sniper. The minutes crawled by.

When she arrived, my heart nearly stopped. She walked briskly, eyes straight ahead, willing herself to be brave. Her sweatpants were already off. The only thing she wore was the skimpiest top I had ever seen: robin’s egg blue, scoop neck, and hand-cropped nearly to the point of disappearing. It extended a mere inch or two below her nipples. The lower swells of her breasts hung invitingly below. My fingertips twitched in anticipation.

She carried a small shopping bag; inside was a folded pair of light-blue sweats. Had she stripped them off in the car, or on the way to my door? Had she driven from home wearing only that top? I admired her creativity. She was absolutely finding ways to outdo what she had done yesterday.

I watched her reach in the bag and fish out her cell. I answered on the second ring.

“Hey, Carmen. I’ll be right down.”

“Hurry, It’s a little chilly out.” Just by chance, she turned my way, though she couldn’t see me through the small window. The frontal view was spectacular: beautiful thighs, dark trimmed pubic hair, slightest roundness in her tummy, and bountiful breasts barely concealed by that crop top. Her nipples, poking defiantly against the blue fabric, so close to being in open air, made my mouth water. Clearly she was also excited by the situation.

“Why, what are you wearing?” I said innocently, trying to keep my voice steady.

She laughed. “Not much! My sweats were just falling down so often, I took them off. So all I have on is this dainty little top that hardly covers anything.”

I smiled. She made it sound accidental, but it was clearly deliberate. “I can’t wait to see it. You’re actually bottomless?”

“Yep.”

“Is anyone looking?”

She turned toward the street and shaded her eyes. The act of raising her arm to do this lifted her top just enough to expose the nipple on that side. A dizzying expanse of bare skin fell away from there to her sandals.

“Not that I can see.” When she lowered her arm, the top wrinkled a bit and stayed in place instead of sliding back down. She noticed this, smirked, gently pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger, and tugged the top into place.

I briefly thought about a notional fourth date, where she could wear this top, but with another two inches cropped, so no matter what she did, she would be exposed.

But there was plenty of fun to be had today. “While I’m coming down,” I said causally, “how about you take off your top?”

“No way!” she exclaimed. “It’s the only thing I have on! It’s scary enough just like this!”

“It would be a bigger thrill. Completely naked, standing there, where anyone could see you.”

“No. I need at least something.”

“It’s just for a few moments, until I let you in.” I had to stop myself from pleading with her. At that moment, I was just obsessed with getting her to stand there nude.

“Well, if I stand with my back to the street…” Good, she was being sold on the dare.

“I’ll be down really quick.”

“Um… um… okay. I’ll take it off now.” She pulled the mini-top over her head, stooped down, and folded it on top of the sweatpants in her bag. “Okay, it’s off.”

“I’ll be down in a sec.” I switched off and stayed on the landing for as long as I dared, gazing at the nude girl through the window. She occasionally peeked over her shoulder to see if she had an audience. This was obviously heating her up; her erect nipples were probably visible from low-flying aircraft. She had to be getting moist as well. I should be getting down soon.

She shivered: cold outside, in the shaded doorway; or fear (or hope) of getting caught? She checked for peeping toms again, then faced the doorway, expectantly. She folded her arms over her breasts, but left her lower body uncovered.

I waited, counting to ten. Maybe I could get her to play with herself, stick one finger in that gorgeous pussy while she waited? Or would that be pushing my luck? I didn’t want to goad her into things she wasn’t into.

She checked her phone again; not irritated yet, but I figured it was past time to come down and welcome her in. I opened the door and hugged her in the doorway, my hands roaming her bare back as we kissed.

“What took you so long?” she said between smooches. “What if somebody saw me?”

“That’s a risk you take. Wasn’t it fun, though?”

“Yes… But do I have to keep standing here? Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“Of course. I’ve got big plans for you.”

I took her inside, shut the door with my foot as I held her in one arm and started fondling a breast with the other hand.

“Hey, patience, Rocket Man,” she said, giggling as she pushed my hand away. “Youuu have to wait.”

“You’re killing me here,” I protested. “Just one little romp. I promise it won’t take more than ten minutes.”

She reached for her clothes. “Patience,” she said, wriggling into her top. “When we get back. Anticipation is much more fun.” She smirked. “I can’t believe after only three days I’m showing up on your doorstep naked.”

“So what do you want to do while I spend the day undressing you with my eyes?” Damn, she was putting on pants now.

“Let’s go back to the craft show. I think I want to try on more things at Stu’s booth.” His was the clothing booth we had visited Saturday, where she modeled the miniskirt for Stu and I. A repeat of that show? Or something more?

As we walked to my car, I let her go ahead, in order to get a better view of those pastel blue sweats, hanging precariously off her hips. How could they be loose enough to slip off in a slight breeze, yet still show off the shape of her curvaceous caboose? Shut up, brain, I thought. Don’t question such things.

Her top was driving me crazy. The light fabric showed her nipples and areolae easily, and even then it didn’t completely cover what it was supposed to. I wished there were a way she could walk around topless. But that was probably too deliberate and would get her in trouble. For an “accidental” showing, she had to be wearing some kind of top and bottom.

These pleasant thoughts occupied me as I drove down the freeway, resting my right hand on her thigh.

At the fair, the weather was just as warm as Saturday, and the women were just as scantily dressed. If only it could be summer all year round: a wish that the state of Wisconsin was probably not inclined to fulfill. But who knows: maybe all those months of cold weather helped create this display of pent-up, provocative sun worship when summer finally arrived. Year-round summer might just lead to year-round plain shorts and T-shirts. Today, it was like a fireworks show: one amazing sight after another.

Today, in her skimpier top, Carmen was more conspicuous than on Saturday. No one overlooked her. There seemed to be a few more people that changed their itinerary to match ours, hanging on the periphery, almost stalking.

“How’re you doing?” I asked, in a whisper.

She sighed. “Wound up. It’s… hard to describe. Like I’m drunk, and had too much coffee, and finished a marathon, and about to bungee jump… naked, in front of my parents, everyone I’ve known in school, the church…”

I chuckled. “That’s fairly eloquent, for being hard to describe.”

She gritted her teeth. “I am trying to convince myself not to chicken out. All the time.” She took a deep breath, as if about to dive underwater, and leaned forward to inspect a ceramic reindeer. Her top gaped forward, lifting off her breasts. I could have kneeled underneath, faced upward and kissed her nipples without touching any fabric. She picked up another animal, taking her time, and then looked at another on a lower shelf. Her sweats, which had been riding low, passed the point of no return and slid down. For a moment she stayed there, basically wearing nothing at all, before exclaiming “Ooh!”, standing up, and putting her clothes back together.

I glanced around us for reactions. Some guys looked as astonished as if they had seen Elvis step out of a UFO.

She bit her lip, then smiled at me. “That was pretty good.”

“You kidding? That was sublime,” I said. “Can we go home now?”

She scowled. “No!” She took my arm. “You guys are all alike; you never want to go shopping.”

I put a hand above her hip. Her warm, smooth skin felt awesome. She threw an arm around me and we walked like that for a while.

Scarlett’s Scrunchies caught her eye. To a guy, the booth seemed overly specialized, offering only hairbows: little elasticized fabric rings to corral an impromptu ponytail. About every color and style you could think of was arranged on three rotating racks with small mirrors at eye level. Carmen ducked inside, pulling me along. Scarlett noticed her outfit and eyed her suspiciously from her perch in the corner. We stood in the back; the racks partially blocked the view from the outside.

Carmen tried on several bows, one at a time, checking over her shoulder in the mirror, and asking me what I liked. I found it impossible to give a meaningful answer. To put each bow on, she needed to reach over her shoulders, gather her hair, stretch the bow with her fingers, and pull the hair through. During this whole process, her top was pulled up well over her nipples, basically exposing her entire breasts, made even more prominent with her arched back. She knew all this, of course.

After trying on the first bow, her top wasn’t able to drop down all the way, caught, as you can imagine, on her hard, dark nipples. She feigned annoyance at this, and pulled the top back down.

After the second bow, she didn’t bother, so her nipples stayed out. Unconcerned, she scanned the rack, looking for another bow to try. I knew by now if I touched her she would brush me off, wanting to prolong the tease. So I hung back.

I actually would have had no problem with her continuing like this until sunset. But Carmen was building up to something. While trying on bow five or six, she was facing away from me, arms upraised, what was left of her top basically covering only the shoulders. I remember this moment, hoping she would turn back around, when she gave her hips the slightest wiggle. Her sweatpants, to which I hadn’t been paying much attention, slid down over her delectable ass and drifted to the ground. From the narrow light-blue fabric of her micro-top down to her ankles, there was nothing but bare skin. Turn around, turn around, I thought.

She finally did, arms still up, adjusting her scrunchie. “Having problems with this one,” she said, with an impish grin. That ridiculous top exposing most of her breasts made the scene even more erotic than if she had simply been nude. “How do I look?”

I said nothing, walking toward her. My predatory intent must have been clear, as well as her vulnerable state. Her eyes widened and she put both palms forward, to fend me off. “No! No, Ken, you have to wait!”

I busted up laughing. It was like she was a circus trainer, and I was a tiger cub, still feral but mainly harmless. I guess I looked a little downcast afterward, and she gave me a quick hug, contrite about the mood being broken. Then she got dressed. As well as she could.

We returned to Stu’s booth. Fortunately, he was there; if his mom or someone else was running things, we wouldn’t have bothered stopping in.

He was quite happy to see Carmen, practically wagging his tail. “Hi guys! Glad to see you back! We’ve got some new items in today.”

“Cool!” Carmen said. “And I promise I’ll buy something today.”

“I have just the thing for you,” he said, pulling something out of a small wicker box. It didn’t look like anything at first: a thin brass ring, about four inches in diameter, atop a small pile of gauzy dark material.

“What is it?” Carmen said.

“It’s a skirt,” Stu said. “Material is silk. Put the ring at your hip, wrap the material around, and tuck each end through, underneath. It needs to be tight enough on the ring to stay up.”

I understood now. It was diabolical. Only friction would keep the skirt where it was supposed to; if the smooth silk started to slip at all against the brass ring, everything would quickly come apart. In a way, it was similar to the sweatpants Carmen was wearing.

“Can I try it on?” she said.

“I was hoping you would,” Stu said.

We went back to the back corner where she had tried on skirts two days earlier.

“It’s less private here today,” she said, looking around. She was right. There were fewer clothes hanging along the sides to block the view from outside. I tried to rearrange them to make an uninterrupted wall, but couldn’t avoid leaving a few peepholes. Perhaps Stu, anticipating a return visit, had hung the clothes higher. From most angles outsiders would able to see Carmen from the waist down. Imagine a shower curtain that only hung down to a girl’s navel. Not much privacy there.

Carmen was not deterred. She took off her top, evidently planning to model for Stu topless again, covering her breasts with her hands. With the miniskirt on Saturday, this was quite a show for him; I had a feeling the wraparound skirt he devised for her, even if it didn’t fall apart, would reveal even more. There wasn’t a lot of material there.

She stripped out of her sweats, well aware that even though she couldn’t see anyone outside, they could see a lot of her. She stepped out of her shoes, and now wore nothing at all.

I couldn’t wait any longer; I at least had to have her in my arms. She didn’t protest this time, and we kissed for a little while, not long enough. My hands roamed along her back, from her shoulders down to her butt. She moved in closer, pressing against me.

“How about right here?” I said.

“Mmm-mmm,” she said, shaking her head. “I have a skirt to try on.”

By this time my balls were navy blue. There’s only so much a man can endure! I reluctantly let her go.

It took a few tries to get the wraparound skirt set so it would stay up. Even then, its hold was tenuous. She set the ring low on her right hip, and wrapped the thin fabric around. There wasn’t much coverage: barely enough for her pubic area, top to bottom, and a valiant but failed effort to completely cover her butt. Almost the lower third of her cheeks were exposed under the swath of fabric gently climbing from left to right. It was completely impractical, and not suited for wearing in public.

“Ready to show Stu?” I said.

She nodded and covered a breast with the fingertips of each hand. We walked around to the front.

Stu’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That looks fantastic! How do you like it?”

Carmen slowly turned around, showing him front and back. Stu looked her up and down, pleased with what the skirt revealed, and probably irked that she was once again covering her bare breasts. “It’s very daring,” she said, peeking down, making sure the skirt was still there. “But I love it. How much is it?”

Stu shrugged. “There’s a tag somewhere on it. Probably on one of the ends, tucked inside.”

We knew that was bullshit; if Carmen hadn’t returned today, Stu’s improvised skirt would probably have never left its box. There was no price tag. There was no price.

“I’ll go in back and change out, then,” Carmen said.

“Actually, if you stand right here, I can just reach under and find it.”

Carmen eyed him warily. “I’m not so sure about that. Can I trust you?”

“Sure,” he said, his expression blatantly contradicting this. “Just step closer.” He sat on the edge of his chair while Carmen stood in front of him. She leaned back a bit and shook her head, to move her hair off her shoulders. She couldn’t use her hands to do this. She wouldn’t be able to use her hands to prevent anything Stu might do.

“Let’s try here,” he said, holding her right leg above the knee with both hands, as if to steady her. I saw Carmen tense up as he slid his hands upward, milking this opportunity for all it was worth. She deliberately made herself vulnerable to his advances. As his fingers reached under the skirt, they also pushed it up, exposing her pussy and some of her bush. Her feet were shoulder width apart; she was already sexually excited. No doubt it was a spectacular view. He paused for a second, staring, his brain locked up.

He remembered he was supposed to pretend to be searching for a tag, and continued that charade. “Not here,” he said. His fingers probed near the ring, then slowly navigated forward along her hip and pelvis, like climbers inching along sheer cliffs. They stayed beneath the curtain of dark silk, intimate in their touch. “Can you turn a little to your right?” He reached around to place a hand on her bare bottom, guiding her.

She slowly turned, cupping her breasts in her hands, covering not much more than the nipples, letting Stu explore below more and more freely. He meticulously searched for the tag which we all knew was not there. When she faced me, and he was openly caressing her hips and ass, she looked at me with a tight grin, wide eyes and arched brows: Can you believe this?

I smiled. It was all cool.

Stu fondled her buttocks with both hands. He seemed to be looking for the right time to be really impudent and finger her pussy, no more pretending. His hand did move forward, inching toward her pubic area, when the silk material lost its hold on the brass ring holding it together. It happened pretty fast. The ring bounced on the ground and rolled to Stu’s feet. The skirt lost all shape and drifted inkily after it.

Carmen gasped and shot one hand down to cover herself, momentarily baring a breast before repositioning her top arm to cover both. In back, there was nothing she could do, and that was the side that faced Stu.

“Ken, can you cover me down below?” she said. I placed my left hand on her bottom, covering the cleft between her cheeks, and my other palm covered her pubic area. She resumed covering her chest with both hands. I loved the scratchy-soft feel of her pubic hair. With my middle fingertip, I touched between her legs, just testing; yes, she was excited. She could have reached a hand, if she could spare one, to confirm that I was enjoying this too.

“I’m taking care of you Kirk. You were my roommate for a long time.”

I laughed. “Thanks. I appreciate it. But I think you’re being fairly well taken care of by your ex-roommate’s new bride.”

“His current roommate is taking care … ooohh god just like that … uh-huh … Don’s taking care of me right now honey.”

“Uunngg damn, I think we need an army to do it, Gina. Dick, Don and I will sacrifice ourselves first. Dick, are you still taking photos?”

“Yep. It’s real hot right now.”

“Honey, Dick said he was going to show everybody the photos … everybody will see two single guys fucking your bride … I need to make sure … you told me nobody else could fuck me tonight except Dick, but Dick said Don could fuck me.”

“Do you still have the ankle bracelet on?”

“Yes. It’s locked on. I had to rip my thigh highs to get them off so I could take a shower.”

“Your cunt belongs to him when you have it on. I guess he decided to loan your cunt to Don. If Dick says Don can fuck you, Don can fuck you.” She didn’t need to know Dick and I discussed it earlier.

“Ummm … ooohhh thanks … Don will be the second cock on my wedding night … god I’m a slut. I just got married and my husband hasn’t even fucked me yet. Single guys are fucking me on my wedding night … oohhh Don your cock is so huge … oohh faster … ooohhh that’s it … rub my clit faster … finger me hard.”

“How big is it Don?” She was clearly fixated on its size, so I asked for her.

“Nobody ever asked man … hell, I guess maybe four or five inches.” It took me a few seconds to catch on. My laugh was more of a blast.

“Not your finger, asshole. Your cock.” Gina and Dick both laughed too.

“Ohhh.” His warm chuckle again. “It’s over ten inches man. Your young bride is going to get more than ten inches up her sloppy cunt.”

“Ooohhh honey … it’s beautiful … so long and so thick … so black … but I don’t think it will fit … it’s even fatter than yours and I can barely get yours in … oohhh Don … ooohhh that feels so good … honey are you touching yourself?” I guess she was trying to form her own mental picture.

“I’m trying to hold back. My cock is … uunngg god it’s twitching … if I touch it I’ll come. I already did that once tonight in the jeep.” I didn’t want to come until Don was inside her.

“In the jeep?” She giggled. “Oohh you’re my big old bear of a hair-trigger man. Were you still in your pants?”

“Yeah … uunngg damn … don’t laugh. I was lucky to make it that far. I thought I was going to lose it in my pants at least twenty times while Dick was fucking you.”

“Hold off honey … I love your cock throbbing like that … don’t come yet.” It was such exquisite torture. I loved it exactly as it was too, but I knew any little thing could set it off.

“Dick, my bride’s best man, can you … uunnngg shit … take those pictures now?”

“Yes, we’ll do it now. Do you want me to tell you what I’m photographing?” I knew he would be good at it, but I wanted Gina to tell me.

“No. Unless Gina has her mouth full, I would rather have her tell me.” I was so much in love with her sex talk.

I heard Dick giving directions. “Don, you sit back on the couch. OK, now Gina you sit on him and kind of lay back on him so I can see everything. Good. Gina, you tell Kirk what’s happening now.” I already created an image, but when I can match her audio input with my image, it multiplies my arousal.

“Honey I’m laying … god I’m exposed … I’m on Don. He’s sitting on my favorite fuck couch and I’m laying back on him … my legs are sooo spread … honey he’s pinching my nipples.” Gina was so much better at this than Dick would have been.

“It sounds like how Dick fucked you on our couch.”

“Exactly … oohh Don that sends tingles right to my cunt … I loved your eyes on us honey.”

“I could watch you fuck forever Gina … uunngg damn that was so hot … I’ve never seen you look so beautiful. Until this evening, that is.”

“Okay. Enough already. That’s too mushy for married people. Gina put your hands next to Don’s while he feels your tits. I need to see all 20 fingers in this picture.” Dick was directing exactly what I requested.

“Ooohh this is soo horny … ooohh Don that feels so good … pinch my nipples … harder … oohh that’s it … honey he doesn’t have any rings and it’s only my wedding rings.”

“All hands by your cunt now. Don’t cover it up but I want all your fingers in the picture again.” Damn the speakerphone was a great idea. Dick was obviously speaking for my benefit.

“Mmmm feel my twat … ooohhh rub my clit … god that feels soo good Don.”

“Don’t put your fingers in yet Don.” I knew there was no way I could really hear the shutter, but I could almost swear I did.

“Ooohhhh god … this is so hot … oohhh honey … Don’s finger fucking me again … oohhh honey … ooohh god.” I knew that sequence of sighs - she was poised at the brink of orgasm.

“Hold your ring finger up for the camera. Pretend like you are showing your wedding rings to a friend for the first time.” Hot, hot, hot. She was holding up her wedding rings while she was being finger fucked. Dick was a superb movie director - look out Spielberg.

“Oohh … that’s so sexy … god I’m wet … so close … ooohh god … look at that cock … look how far it sticks up between my legs.” It must have just popped up and I knew it must have been resting against her cunt.

“Stroke it Gina. I want to make sure all your fingers are in the picture and your ring finger is on his cock. Yes, that’s beautiful. Pull it against your hot cunt and squeeze. Great, your hand is so light in comparison to Don’s black cock.” Dick and Gina were a great team. It was almost like I was there watching it.

“Ooohh … what a great cock … honey my ring finger is in the picture while I stroke him … it’s so fat against my cunt … it’s like I’m jacking off my own cock … it sticks up so far.”

“Hey Kirk, I think they are both ready. Don, are you ready to fuck Kirk’s bride now?”

“Oh Man, you know it.”

“Don, we don’t know if your huge cock will fit inside her cunt. Take it easy. Don’t hurt my beautiful bride. Talk to me Gina.” Nobody was sure it would fit. We all knew she’d never tried one that big.

“I’m so ready … ooohhh honey … Don’s going to really fuck me isn’t he?”

“Uuunnngg yes … and you’re going to talk to us while he fucks you. Right?” “Oohhh god … yes … ooohhh Kirk, Don’s rubbing the head of his cock on my clit … I’m so wet. I had to move so far up that my ass is on his belly button. Oohh he’s starting it in … I don’t think it will fit … Don it’s too big … don’t push my hips down like that … oohh honey he’ll never get it in … god it’s sooo big … oohh Don … it hurts … you are stretching my cunt too much … noooo god nooo stop … ooohh stop… that hurts … it won’t go any further.”

“Don, stop. Let her give you a blow job.” I planned on fucking my bride’s cunt for the rest of my life and I didn’t want it damaged.

“She’ll be just fine, man. She just has to get used to it. I’ll go slow.”

“No she won’t. Don’t make me come up there.”

“She’ll be fine. Tell your husband Gina.”

“Don’t move for a while then Don … let me get used to you … it’s so huge … let me take it on my own.”

“How much of his cock is inside you Gina?”

“Oohhh honey it’s barely inside … just the head. I don’t think I’ll ever fit that monster in me.” Nobody spoke for quite a while, but we all heard her groans and grunts and they sounded like pain noises to me. I almost went upstairs to stop it. She didn’t say anything, so I waited to see if her cunt would stretch.

“Ooohhh god … short strokes … oohh … I can feel it going a little deeper … I’m pushing down on it honey … I’ve never been so stretched.”

“It will be good. You’ll see. Just stay with it for a little longer and it will feel great.” I let Don talk and move gently, hoping he could stretch her past the pain into a new pleasure zone.

“Oooohhh stop Don … oohh that was too deep … don’t fuck up into me … uunngg god it hurt.”

“Don, stop. Let her blow you. She’ll suck out your insides. Don’t hurt her.”

“She’ll be fine, man. I’m hardly moving - it just takes a while to stretch.”

“Ooohh honey … I’m ok … he’s just so big … ooohh Don … god I’m full.”

“Don, if you hurt her you’ll regret it. Back off.”

“I’m not going to hurt her Kirk. Let her decide.”

“Gina do you want Don to stop?”

“No honey … it’s starting to feel good … ooohhh that’s it Don … just stay as still as you can … we’ll go slow and easy for awhile … I’ll take what I can.”

I kept my mouth shut. It sounded like she wasn’t going to be hurt.

“Oohhh you’re in further than anybody has ever been … I’m so stretched … god it feels good … now fuck me Don.” I listened to the sounds of Don stroking slowly into my wife’s cunt. My cock was back to throbbing hardness.

“Ooohh yes … are you all the way in? … oohhh god … you are … your big black cock is all the way inside my cunt … look at it … I can’t believe how big it is … all the way inside me … oohh Don I love how you fuck me … oohhh yes … fuck me … fuck me good Don.”

I didn’t want to destroy the mood, but I wanted photos. “Don’t forget the rings and the fingers while Don’s fucking you Gina.”

“I’m still snapping, Kirk. But let’s see all twenty fingers on your tummy Gina.” There was a short pause before Dick started giving instructions again. “Good. Now Don, you feel her tits - she likes them squeezed hard when she’s close like this. And Gina, rub your cunt with your right hand and touch his cock with your left hand while Don fucks you.”

“Oohh Dick look at his cock … nobody has ever been so far up my cunt … aahhh yesss … uumm can you see my rings touching his cock?”

“Yes, I’ve got them. You’re beautiful Gina. Don’s black cock looks great inside your pussy. I can see him make your abdomen bulge each time he fucks into you.”

“Mmmm … I can see it too … you could tell he was fucking me even if you couldn’t see his cock.” She paused for a few seconds. “I can feel it with my fingers too … god it feels like a piece of steel moving under my skin.”

“Are you glad I let Don fuck you Gina? Does it feel good?”

“Ooohh Dick … yes … thanks for letting Don fuck me … god it feels good … fuck my cunt … fuck it hard Don.”

I heard the grunts and moans as they both clearly approached orgasm. Finally Gina came for at least the seventh time of the night. “Oohhh god … ooohhh yes … oohhh I’m coming … ooohh god.”

I listened to my wife start what I knew was another extreme orgasm, then I heard Don.

“Uuunngg … uunngghh … here it comes … uuunnngg.”

Don’s very large, very black cock was at that instant squirting powerful jets of sperm-loaded semen deep inside my bride’s beautiful, tight young cunt. The thought of her coming on my boss’ huge spewing black cock flipped my switch.

“I’m coming too Gina … uunnngg shit I love to come with you.” I decided that simultaneous orgasms with my bride add to my pleasure, even when I’m not the man fucking her.

“That’s it … oohhh god come with me … oohhh god I love getting fucked.”

I wasn’t sure if the last comment was directed toward me or toward Don. I guess it could have been for both of us. Gina’s pleasure was transmitted in the sounds she made, as always, and her orgasm was protracted. Nobody spoke for at least a minute as we listened to Gina’s rhapsodic moans. It was the only time that I wished I had gone upstairs to watch. I waited until I thought she was finished.

“Dick, you’re still taking pictures aren’t you?”

“Yeah. You should have seen her face when she came Kirk. She was in another world.”

“You got pictures?”

“Yeah. I’m still taking them. Don’s come is leaking out now.”

“Describe it for me Dick.”

“Gina’s still on her back on top of Don. His hands are on her tits and her fingers are still by her cunt but she’s not rubbing her clit anymore. They’re both just beginning to join us again in reality Kirk.”

“Can you get all their fingers by his stringy cock and her leaking cunt?”

“You heard Kirk. Don, just slip your cock out and let it lay on her thigh. Gina, pull your lips apart so I can see his creampie in your cunt.” I waited while they got into position. “Good. Okay Don, put your right hand so your fingers are right beside her clit and your left hand so her wedding rings show through beneath your spread fingers.”

“Dick?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you get her ankle bracelet in the picture so your name will be legible?” My directorial debut.

“I think so. Gina, put your ankle up close to your cunt.”

“Gina, can you touch Don’s cock with your foot?” Look out Hollywood.

“Sure honey.”

“Dick, have you got it all?”

“Not quite. Gina, can you spin the bracelet around so I can read it?”

“Like that?”

“Yeah. It’s hot.”

“Take a picture.” All of a sudden I’m Spielberg.

“Too late.” My heart sank. He ran out of film. There was a considerable pause before Dick continued. “I’ve already taken about ten since Don pulled out.”

“You’re an asshole.”

He laughed. “Bye Kirk. See you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight my gorgeous bride. Thanks for marrying me - have fun the rest of your wedding night.”

“Bye honey. I will.” Gina’s words were the last I heard.

Our Acapulco flight didn’t leave until 8:00 PM and we were already packed, but I was starting to get a little concerned when Gina’s key finally opened the door a little after 5:00 PM the following afternoon. She was still naked, but carried her purse and high heels. She had obviously showered and shaved and she smelled like Safeguard soap, the kind Dick uses. She still wore Dick’s ankle bracelet, and Dick followed her in. He was dressed.

She ran to me and threw her arms around my neck. Her mouth opened and her lips found mine. I kissed back and held her tightly, willing my love to spread through her body. A glance at Dick revealed how uncomfortable he looked so I removed Gina’s arms from my neck and took her hand to pull her over to the couch.

“Sit down Dick.” I motioned toward the chair I’d sat in when I watched him fuck my fiancée on our couch two weeks earlier.

I sat down on the couch, but I held Gina by her hips so she knew I wanted her to remain standing.

“Put your left foot up here on the couch Gina.” There was no hesitancy by my bride. She really did like men telling her what to do. My eyes focused on Dick as I unlocked the ankle bracelet with my tiny key and slipped it off.

“We’ll keep it in your jewelry box Gina. You’ll need it frequently.” I held Dick’s eyes as I placed it on the table next to the couch before I pulled her down beside me. I smiled at her, then gently caressed her cheek as I bent down to kiss her. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me with the same passion she’d kissed Dick with last night. I knew I wasn’t as good at fucking her as he was, but I wanted to show him I could get my wife so excited she would come several times while I fucked her too. I don’t think the alpha male in the human pack is always the one who fucks the best, but he’s always the one who fights the best, not only with fists and guns but also with brains and balls and intimidation and persuasion. Not that I wanted to be the alpha male, I just didn’t want Dick to think he was. I wanted to share my wife with him, not lose her to him.

I wasn’t concerned with showing her off to Dick while she became aroused because he’d already seen Don with her. I made love to her as if we were alone, and our foreplay and kisses were passionate. I waited longer than I normally would before I cupped her cunt, probably because I was a little worried she was fucked out. The slippery juice that greeted my finger as I pushed inside was deep in her channel, so I suspected it was Dick’s come. That thought aroused me even further and the way she moved as I stroked let me know all the sex from the last twelve hours was still below my bride’s sexual saturation point. I only pistoned for twenty or thirty strokes with my fingers before I was ready

My technique is different than Dick’s, but it’s the way I love to fuck my wife. She likes it too, but she is so compliant that I suspect she would like any technique that wasn’t painful. Dick spends a lot of time with foreplay and talk before he fucks her, but I like to fuck her while I play and talk. I spend a lot of time questioning and listening while I fuck her and my foreplay, as weird as it sounds, occurs while I fuck her. I am probably overly-fond of the missionary position because I can see her face, hear everything she says, kiss her, pinch her tits, and watch her rub her clit all at the same time. She rarely speaks until I am inside her cunt fucking her.

I think she wanted Dick to see me fuck her too. She reached over to untie the sash on my robe and my cock was throbbing when I stood to remove it. I placed a pillow at the end of the couch and gently lowered her head, then put one of her legs up on the back of the couch and positioned my cock.

“What do you want Gina?” They were the same words Dick spoke at the party just before he fucked her last night.

She caught on quickly, my wife did, and her eyes sparkled with mischief as she spoke virtually the same words she replied to Dick. “Ooohhh Kirk honey … ooohh yes … please fuck my nasty cunt again.”

I plunged with an aggressive, powerful stroke right up to my balls.

“Uuunngg shit that feels so good … it seems like I’ve been waiting a month to fuck you again Gina.”

“Ooohhh honey … I know … god your cock is so hard … mmmm thanks for last night.”

“Did you like letting Dick fuck you … uuunngg shit it was so hot … in front of everybody?”

“Mmmm … you know I did … I’ve never been as turned on … fuck me hard honey.”

“Uunngg damn … you’re still tight … Gina, when was the last time you wore any clothes?”

“I loved being the only one naked … so many guys were hard … mmmm I loved being naked all night long honey.”

“So you haven’t had anything on since Dick … uunngg you have such a great body … since Dick took off your wedding dress?”

“I had to. You took my gown home with you. Dick made me stay totally naked last night … he wouldn’t even give me a shirt. I walked to his car, sat naked in it for an hour while he drove and played with me, walked from his car to the elevator, stood on the elevator for 28 floors, then walked down the long hall to their apartment. Don was sitting on the couch when we went inside … ooohhh god I can feel you throbbing when you stop like that … and you heard what happened in their apartment. Dick just made me walk down three flights of stairs to get here … we could hear people in the stairwell.”

“Uunngg fuck … I can’t move for a second or I’ll come … I love it when you’re naked. I want you to stay naked when you’re at their apartment Gina.”

“Ooohhh honey … what if somebody comes over?”

“They’ll see you … they’ll see your tits and your cunt … uunngg shit … You have to show them your cunt Gina. You know what I mean, right?”

“You want me to sit with my legs apart?”

“Way apart Gina … I want them to be able to see every part of your cunt … I want them to see how wet you get.”

“Oohhh that’s hot … god I love the throbbing when you don’t stroke … I’m almost there.”

“Uuunnngg … stay naked and show your cunt whenever he has visitors.”

“If Dick wants me to … god I love being naked.”

“Uuunngg shit you’re still tight even after Don … Gina, did you like being Dick’s date, his wife for the night?”

“I loved it honey … I loved being his wife for the night.”

“The promise he made last night … uunngg damn … do you remember it Gina?”

“God yes … he promised to ask you if he could fuck me a lot.”

“He asked last night. It wasn’t the right time because you weren’t there. Uunnngg stop for a second … uunngg your cunt feels so good. I want you to hear what we decide, and I want to ask you some questions.”

“Oohhh god … this is hot … I don’t know if I can keep from coming.”

“We’ll wait if you do. Do you love Dick?”

“Ooohhh honey … you heard me last night. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s alright … I heard you but I already knew.”

“Yes honey, I love him.” She turned her head to look at him. “I love you Dick.”

“Do you love me Gina?”

She looked into my eyes with the same adoring gaze she always used. “Ooohhh honey … I love you more than ever … I couldn’t love you more.” I stroked smoothly and hoped my love was transmitted through my cock directly to her cunt and then to her heart. I purposely avoided looking at Dick through it all, although I saw Gina catch his eye a few times.

“Gina, do you want to stay married to me?”

She looked shocked, then one of the few times I saw anger in her boiled up. “We just got married Kirk! Why would you ask such an insulting question?” There was a snap in her words I’d never heard.

“You love being Dick’s wife. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be his wife all the time.”

“No. I want to be your wife. I said I loved being his wife for the night.”

“So you like being his wife sometimes. When do like being his wife?”

“Ooohhh honey … you know … in public … at parties … I like being his wife at parties … you know I love his boldness honey.” She smiled at him.

“Uunngg shit you’re squeezing … I know I’m not as bold as you like. I won’t ever be that bold. Do you think he can be your adventurous and bold husband and I’ll be your protective one?”

“Ooohhh honey … you mean like last night?”

“Uunngg shit … you have such a hot cunt … sort of. Dick will be your date, your husband, and I’ll just hang around watching and keeping you from getting hurt.”

“Ooohhh honey … will we tell people you’re my real husband?”

“I loved having Dick introduce you as my bride, but having you act like his. We’ll do it when it’s safe. If he takes you places that could get rough, no. You can’t tell anybody then.” I looked over at Dick for the first time.

“What do you think Dick? Can we try it for awhile?” Although I looked at him, I didn’t slow my pace.

He returned my look, then caught Gina’s eyes. “How often?”

“A few nights a month. We’ll see how it goes. She’ll be your date … uuunngg … I’ll be at parties with you, but she’ll be your date. You decide when to go, and you’ll take her to your place to … uuunnnggg damn … fuck her all night. You don’t have to take her to parties … uunng shit … you can do whatever you want. She’s yours. Her cunt is yours. Movies, shopping, restaurants, clubs, whatever … just like any other date.”

“Ooohhh honey … what if we get carried away in the movie theater?” I could tell she liked the idea.

“Uunnngg you’ll be on a date … he’ll have to take care of you … he’s going to fuck you a lot Gina … uunnnggg shit … I do want to know where you’re going … I’ll be kind of like your father.” Well, only a father who sends his daughter out knowing she’s going to be fucked by her date. I looked at Dick again. “What do you think.”

Dick was probably the smartest person I’d ever met, but he wasn’t a fighter. He couldn’t protect Gina any better than the Pillsbury Doughboy and he knew it. The main problem was that he was also tremendously adventurous sexually, and that adventure created danger for Gina. She loved the public exhibitionism and sex he provided so she would go along with anything. They would be fucking on home plate during the seventh game of the World Series if they could. Both of them. I needed some control in order to protect her.

He watched me fuck my wife for awhile before he answered. “I don’t know if I can Kirk. I told you last night but I’ve never told you Gina. I guess it’s time. I love you Gina, and it will be very hard for me to share. Not your body, but your love. You know I respect you more than any other man I know Kirk, and I would hate to make you my enemy. There is tremendous danger here for all of us emotionally, but I don’t want to lose you Gina.”

“Ooohh Dick … so you’ll try it? It’s perfect … I’m sort of married to both of you now … I got married to two men on the same day.”

“Yes. I’ll try it. It could be fun Gina.”

“Mmmm it will be … you’ll be fucking me every time we go out … I can’t wait. Mmmm I’m about to come honey … god I love this … fuck me hard honey … fuck my cunt hard.”

“Uunnnggg damn I love it too … uuunnnggg you can’t take off your rings … uunngg I want everybody to know you’re a slut wife.” I pumped with long, smooth strokes trying to prolong my pleasure before I came.

“Honey … fuck me harder … stab my cunt … pound it fast.”

So I did. I hoped she was close enough to come when I did, but if not it was too late. My stroke was hard, fast and deep; consequently it didn’t last long. My orgasm preceded Gina’s by mere seconds. Both Gina and I came powerfully, but it was only one of the memorable fucks in either of our lives because of the situation, not the intensity of orgasm. My cock came back to life quickly and I gently rotated my pelvis while I awaited Gina’s renewed interest. We’d started to build a framework for our marriage that included Dick, and I wanted to continue while he was still there - before our honeymoon.

“God honey … I am a slut … thank you for last night … did you realize your cock is the third cock in my cunt on my wedding day?”

“Well, not exactly. Mine didn’t really make it within twenty-four hours … uunngg … mine’s the smallest too … and the last … uunnngg you still feel so tight.”

“Ooohhh honey … it’s the shortest but you’re thicker than Dick … Don ’s cock is the longest and the fattest … I love all of them.”

“Uunngg what about Don? I almost forgot … uunngg you know Don’s going to want to fuck you again too.” Once was enough for addiction, and I knew Don would want to fuck my hotwife as much as he could.

“He already did … oohhh god he fucked me right before I came home … are you going to let him fuck me more?” No question there. She wanted Don to fuck her again. And I knew why her cunt was so slimy when I’d first fingered her - it wasn’t from Dick, as I’d suspected, but from Don.

“Uunngg … I want to see it next time. You know all those guys who watched last night are going to want to fuck you too.”

“Are you going to let them?” She didn’t even consider that she should have a part in the decision.

“Dick’s the bold one … uunnngg let’s let Dick decide who gets to fuck you … you can’t fuck anybody else unless you have on his ankle bracelet.”

“Ooohhh Dick … you’ll probably let a lot of them fuck me, won’t you?” She looked at Dick as she spoke. I watched her, then turned to see what Dick would say.

He continued to watch me fuck my beautiful wife as he pondered. Gina’s pleasure moans interrupted his thought process, but the look on his face made it clear they weren’t an annoyance. She was very close to orgasm again, but I think she was holding off to see what his response would be. I was somewhat surprised when he spoke to me first.

“I know you’re not just going to turn your wife over to me to let me do anything with her. What do you expect?” I wasn’t exactly in the best position to be doing serious thinking, but I’d already thought about what I wanted before they opened the door.

“I want to know before you go out where you’re going to take her, what you’re going to do, and who else is going to … uunngg damn I’m so close … who else is going to fuck her. You have to plan your date and you can’t spontaneously decide to go somewhere else or let somebody else … uuunngg … fuck her.”

“Are you going to be with us so you can watch?”

“It depends on where you go … uuunngg shit … if there’s any danger I will. You’re not a fighter Dick. I want Gina to have fun, but I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“Can I take her anywhere and let anybody fuck her?”

“No. If I think it’s too dangerous or if I don’t know the guy, I’ll say no. But I won’t do it unless it’s for Gina’s safety. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. She has to wear her wedding rings at all times.”

He nodded agreement. I turned to watch my wife’s face as I fucked her. Dick started talking to her.

“Gina, did you hear what Kirk said?” She turned to look at him, then nodded. “He said I could decide who to let fuck you. Your cunt will be mine to give away. If I say ‘Show him your cunt’, what will you do?”

“Ooohhh god Dick honey … you’ve already done that … I’ll spread my legs just like before … I’ll spread them as far as I can without you making me.”

“And if I say ‘I want him to see you naked’?”

“You know I love to be naked … I would take off everything.”

“Would it matter where we were?”

“Oooohhh god … nooo … I’ll strip whenever you tell me to.” It was definitely a buzz to hear her submit her will to Dick while I fucked her.

“If I tell you to touch yourself?”

“I’ll finger fuck my cunt and squeeze my tits … I’ll masturbate until I come unless you … mmm I’m so close … I’ll come unless you stop me.”

“If I tell him he can play with your body?”

“Ooohhh honey fuck me hard … I love being felt up … I’ll tell him I love his hands … his fingers in my cunt.”

“Suppose I tell you to suck his cock?”

“I will … I’ll pull his ass until his cock is all the way down my throat … ooohh damn fuck me harder … I’ll suck him and then swallow his come.”

“What are you going to do if I tell him he can fuck you?”

“Ooohh this is so hot … I’ll just spread my legs and help him guide his cock to my cunt … ooohhh god this is great.”

“Will it matter where you are?”

“He can fuck me wherever you say … oohh god I love letting you decide … oohh damn fuck me hard … fuck me … you’re going to give my cunt to other guys.”

“I’m going to give it to Don a lot. I’m going to let him take you into black clubs. Do you know what all the black men will think, Gina?”

“They will think I’m a slut wife out with a black man with a huge cock … everybody will know I’m not his wife … they would all know he was going to fuck me.”

“He’ll show you off. He’ll tell them you’re Kirk’s wife. He’ll tell them that you love to fuck his big cock. You’ll have to admit it to his friends.”

“Ooohhh I’ll love that … I love it when people know I’m married and fucking other men … mmmm honey that feels so good … oohh it will be like with you last night … so hot … everybody knew you weren’t my husband Dick … that was so nasty.” I was holding back as best I could and I could feel Gina holding back as well.

“You know I’m going to photograph it when each of them fucks you. I’m going to give the photos to everybody so they’ll know how big a slut you are. That’s ok isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh … show them … mmm … show everybody … oohhh yessss … let them see … tell them they can fuck me too.”

“I’m going to strip you and let all of them touch you at the same time. You’ll have hands and mouths all over your body - on your lips and neck and tits and ass and cunt. They’ll all go for your cunt. Then I’ll tell them they can all fuck you.”

“Oooohhh god yes … oohh god … all of them … uh-huh … I’m coming … they’ll fuck my cunt … god yesss … show them the pictures … ooohh yesss … ooohhh god … ooohhh yessss.”

“Uuunnngg …uunnngg … uunnngg.” Naturally, I’d been fighting to hold back so as soon as she went, I was right there with her.

So we sorted it out, sort of. Dick waited until we cooled a bit before he got up to leave. Gina went with him to the door. She was still naked and my come was dripping from her cunt while she kissed him goodbye in the wide-open doorway. She brought his hand to her cunt and forced his finger to enter through my ejaculate. As he fingered my wife, I looked at his pants. He was hard again.

“Do you want me to put her anklet on for a while Dick? I’ll drive your car and you two can jump in the backseat. You can fuck her on the way to the airport.” He nodded and Gina ran over to me so I could lock it on.

“Let’s get our bags and go. Gina, stay between us or behind us - you can make it without putting on anything.”

I wasn’t even out of the parking garage before Dick slid his long cock into Gina’s goopy cunt. The sounds of fucking brought an epiphany and the light bulb illuminating the idea center in my brain transformed into a spotlight. I spoke loudly enough so they could hear me in the backseat even through their sexual focus.

“Gina, you have two husbands now, right?” She’d been ready to immerse her entire feelings into Dick’s cock in her cunt, but my question made her brain react so she couldn’t.

“Yes.”

“And you just married both of us, right?”

“Yes.”

“What do husbands and wives do after they get married?”

“Ooohh … that’s easy … they fuck. I like being married … mmm I like to fuck … both my husbands.”

“What else? What are we going to do today?”

“Mmmm … we’re going on our honeymoon.”

“Not all of us. What’s wrong with this?” I looked in the rear-view mirror at Dick and his eyes transmitted understanding.

“Oohh … I don’t know honey.”

“Don’t you think both your husbands should be on your honeymoon?”

Her smile lit me up. “Oohhh yess … I do.” She pulled Dick’s head down so she could kiss him as he stroked softly inside her. I waited patiently for her to release his lips so he could talk.

“I’ll get there as soon as I can. I’ll try to buy a ticket when I drop you off.”

“We’ll go with you - we have time. We want to know when you’ll get there.”

“Honey … Dick can stay in our room can’t he?”

“He has to Gina - we got the honeymoon suite. That’s where husbands and wives fuck.”