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Mona Lisa

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• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

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Lust for sex - sex stories - experience pleasurable hoursEveryone has a dark sexual side. Erotic Desires and Secret Sexual Desires.Live out your lust. No matter what your friends, neighbors or others think of you. It is your sex life. Enjoy the erotic without taboos.From dirty adventures to group sex, cuckolding and wifesharing - passion is your ticket to the lustful world of eroticism!Sex is not always a fireworks display from various positions, in which thirty-three toys are used. Good sex is when everyone sighs afterwards: "Wow, that was awesome!"Ten Erotic Short Stories - Sex Stories - Erotic Romance

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By Mona Lisa

Her Wedding Night

"Is this seat taken?"

Juliette didn't bother to look up. He was the last person she wanted to see her like this.

"Go away Lucas."

Juliette sighed as Lucas sat down. She should have known he wouldn't listen. He never did. But she wasn't in the mood to spar with him tonight. She just wanted to be alone.

"He isn't worth it." He finally said after a few minutes of silence. "You deserve better."

Juliette stared down at her hand. Her fingers absently twisted the diamond on her finger. Today was her wedding day. And she had been stood up. Stuart never showed. Her father had kept the guests waiting for an hour and a half until his note arrived explaining his change of heart.

So, like any other bride who wanted to put on a brave face, she invited all the guests back to the hall and had a party. But now the hall was empty. And she was alone. Except for Lucas.

"Why are you here Lucas?" She asked, looking at him.

"Do you really have to ask."

"Yes. I do."

"I want you Juliette. I always have."

Juliette laughed.

"You had your chance Lucas. I practically threw myself at you and you walked away. Why now?"

"Well, you were too young Juliette. And I don't fuck virgins. I'm a rough lover. I take what I want and push the boundaries. You weren't ready back then."

Juliette had heard the rumors about how Lucas liked it. Women at her father's company were always willing to spread gossip. And their legs.

"And you think I'm ready now?"

"Yes."

"What makes you think I want anything to do with you now Lucas?"

He smiled and leaned closer. His hot breath fanned her ear. She barely held back a shudder.

"Your nipples are straining against your dress. And I bet if I felt your pussy, it would be soaked for me. You want me Juliette. You know it. And I know it."

Juliette closed her eyes. His breath on her skin caused goose bumps. He was right, damn him. Her nipples were painfully erect, begging for his touch. And her panties were soaked. Her pussy throbbed with her need to have him between her legs. Eating her. Fucking her.

"Lucas, I..."

"Don't like to me or yourself Juliette." He warned, sitting back. "I want you too much to play fucking games."

When Lucas had first joined the company, she had done everything she could to get him to notice her. But he had always remained aloof. She had all but given up hope until the night of the company Christmas party. Lucas had asked for her help with dressing up as Santa. Juliette had agreed and once inside his office, he had pinned her against the wall and captured her lips with his.

They had both been breathing heavy when Lucas pulled away. Juliette had offered herself to him then. Right there in his office. On his desk. On the floor. Basically, anywhere he wanted her. But Lucas had sent her away. Humiliated and rejected, Juliette had left and avoided him from then on.

Until tonight. It was the worst day of her life and Lucas was there to witness it.

"I'm tired Lucas. The last thing I want to go a round with you. I just want to go home."

"Great idea. I'll drive." He stood and helped her to her feet.

"Alone Lucas. I want to be alone."

Lucas turned her to face him. She had to tilt her head back to look at him. He towered over her 5'3" frame.

"I've waited along time for you Juliette. I won't wait another hour to have you."

Just the thought of being in Lucas's arms, having him fuck her all night, make her pussy cream even more. So what the she had been stood up on her wedding day. Supposedly the happiest day of her life. She was fucking miserable. And if Lucas wanted to fuck her and make it all better, who the hell was she to stop him. She had wanted him for ever. She might not have had the fantasy wedding, but tonight she was going to have one hell of a wedding night.

"This doesn't mean anything Lucas."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that baby and maybe you'll believe it." Lucas took her arm and left her from the room.

****

Lucas drove quickly to his house. He had waited too damn long for her. He was done waiting. He needed her now. He had done as her father requested and stayed away from her. He brooded silently as she dated and got engaged to the asshole Stuart. But now she was his. He would finally stake his claim and fuck al thoughts of Stuart from her mind. And her heart. She belonged to him now.

He swung his pick-up into the driveway and cut the engine.

"This isn't my house Lucas."

"Juliette, get out of this truck before I paddle that sweet little ass of yours." He said calmly. Too calmly.

Juliette knew better than to argue with him. She flung open the door and climbed out. He met her as she closed the door.

"That's a good girl." He said, grabbing her hand and dragging her toward the house.

He opened the door and pulled her inside.

"Lucas..."

He pulled her hard against him and took hungry possession of her mouth, effectively cutting off anything she was about to say. Anything he didn't particularly want to hear. Christ, she tasted sweet. His tongue swept inside her hot mouth and dueled with hers. Juliette sighed into his mouth. He felt her body relax against him and she slid her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Lucas fumbled with the row of tiny buttons at the back of her gown. Frustrated, he ripped them apart. Juliette gasped as the cool air touched her heated skin.

"Sorry about the dress."

"Fuck the dress Lucas."

Lucas laughed. He slid the gown off her body. He stepped back to look at her. Magnificent and unashamed, she stood before him. She wore a white lace, strapless bra and matching thong set. White lace thigh-hi's and white stilettos heels. A blue garter wrapped around one thigh. He blond hair had been swept up into a lose bun on to of her head and her blue eyes were shiny with the tears she had shed. Damn that fuckhead Stuart.

"You're beautiful Juliette." Lucas said, his fingers going to the buttons of his shirt.

Juliette stepped closer to help. She grabbed the sides of his shirt and pulled the material apart. Buttons flew in every direction.

"Oh, sorry about your shirt Lucas."

"Fuck the shirt."

"No Lucas. Fuck me."

"I intend to." Lucas picked her up and carried her up the stairs and to his bedroom.

Juliette clung to his neck. Never had she had a man carry her before. Stuart wasn't as tall or as muscular as Lucas. In fact, he was the complete opposite of him in every way. She shook her head to get rid of him. This was something she had fantasized about for years. There was no way she was going to let that weasel Stuart ruin it. Finally, Lucas was going to fuck her. To make the internal ache she had for him finally go away.

Lucas entered the large room. Juliette barely had time to look around before he deposited her on the bed. She slid to the edge and watched as Lucas shed the remainder of his clothes. Naked and fully aroused, Lucas slowly moved toward the bed.

"See what you do to me Juliette." He told her, stopping inches from her. His thick cock hovering before her kips.

"Take me in you mouth Juliette."

Holding his gaze, Juliette parted her lips and slowly took the head of his cock in to her moist mouth. She watched Lucas's mouth tighten. His eyelids drooped. His eyes going dark with desire.

Her teeth lightly scraped the mushroomed head. Her tongue coming out to flick at the tiny hole. She tasted the saltiness of him in the drop of pre-cum that oozed from it. She opened her mouth wider and took more of him into her mouth. The flat of her tongue massaging the underside of his thick shaft. When he was half way in, Juliette stopped and started to pull away. Lucas's hand in her hair stopped her.

"I warned you Juliette. I push. Now suck my cock." He ordered, his hand wrapped in her hair, guiding her mouth back over him.

"Suck me real good baby."

Juliette closed her eyes at the feel of him inside her. She thrilled at the taste and feel of him. Her hands slid around his hips and gripped his ass. Her fingers kneading and massaging.

Lucas groaned and pumped his cock into her hot mouth. He watched as she took him deep. Her lips stretched over the girth of him. He couldn't wait to feel her pussy lips stretch around him. Or that tight little ass he dreamt of fucking. And he would fuck her there. Tonight, he would take her in every way. By morning, there would be no doubt she belonged to him.

"Shit Juliette, I'm not going to last much longer. Your tongue is wicked."

Juliette smiled up at him. Her tongue running along the sensitive ridge just below the head. Flicking. Fluttering.

"Oh yeah." He moaned when her lips closed over him and she took him deep. Her cheeks created a tight suction around him.

"Suck it. Suck it baby." He chanted, his hands tightening in her hair. His hips fucking her face.

Juliette moved faster on him. Her tongue and lips driving him crazy.

"Shit. I'm coming!" He pumped his hips faster, fucking her mouth. With a shout, he spurted his hot cum down her throat.

"Oh fuck." He hissed, his body tight with his release.

She sucked every lat drop from him. Bathing him in her mouth. She looked up at him then. A little smile on her glistening lips.

Lucas leaned down and kissed her. Juliette scooted back onto the bed as he followed her. She laid back against the pillows and welcomed his heavy weight on her.

Lucas covered her mouth with his. Their tongues mating. He drew his hand down her body. Just his fingertips, teasing and caressing. Juliette spread her legs and he settled between them. She lifted her legs high on his waist, locking them behind his back.

"I've always wanted you Juliette. From the first moment you walked into my office."

"You had a funny way of showing it."

"You were an eighteen year old virgin. I'm ten years older than you. I wanted to do things to you that I knew you weren't ready for."

"And I'm ready now?"

"I can't wait any longer to have you. These past two years nearly killed me."

"Me too Lucas."

Lucas kissed her forehead. Her eyelids. Down her nose. A quick kiss on her lips and then he kissed lower. He licked and nibbled her neck and throat. His tongue trailed down between her breasts. He took one lace covered nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on it. His teeth biting, pulling on it. Juliette cried out from the pleasure of it. Her pussy clenching.

Lucas slipped his hand behind her and unhooked her bra. He pulled the lave from her and tossed it to the floor. His mouth returned to the uncovered peak. He laved the tip with the flat of him tongue. Savoring it. Juliette arched her back, offering more of her to him. Lucas's mouth closed over the sweet offering. He sucked hard. Milking it. Juliette cried out as lightening bolts of sensation shot straight to her throbbing pussy.

"Lucas, please."

"That's it baby. Beg me. Beg me to fuck you." He said hotly, moving on to her other breasts.

"Fuck me Lucas. Please, fuck me now." She panted, her head tossing on the pillow.

"Easy baby. Not yet. First I want to play. Then I'll fuck you." He leaned back and looked down at her flushed face.

"I'm going to fuck you so good and so hard, you'll crave only my cock."

Juliette opened her mouth to speak but Lucas had moved lower and took that moment nuzzle her pussy through her thong. His tongue came out and licked at the swollen nub through the material. She cried out and bucked her hips. She felt his fingers move aside the thin material and then his mouth latched on to her aching clit clearly visible through her downy pubic hair.

Lucas sifted his fingers though her hair and parted her lips, revealing the treasured pearl inside. His tongue darted out and licked a circle around it. He sucked it into his mouth, his tongue flicking it. Juliette rocked her hips to get closer. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him against her.

And then she felt his finger. One long finger, sliding deep inside her. Hooking and rubbing, stimulating the sensitive inner walls of her pussy.

"Lucas. Lucas." She chanted his name over and over. Her thighs started to quiver as the tension built in her body.

"Come on Juliette. Come for me baby. Let me taste all that sweet honey." Lucas encourages against her tingling flesh.

Juliette rocked her hips faster. The tension spreading through her.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Juliette screamed as her orgasm hit her like a thunder bolt, coursing through her body.

Lucas held her pussy tight against his hungry mouth. His tongue deep inside her pulsing hole, drinking every last drop from her.

Juliette slowly came back down. Her whole body limp and satiated. It was with out a doubt, the best orgasm she had ever had. She opened her eyes and saw Lucas kneeling between her thighs. His big cock standing at attention. Would he fuck her now? She wanted to feel him moving deep inside her.

"Roll over." He commanded.

Juliette obeyed and let out small gasp as Lucas lifted her hips and pulled her panties from her. He then stuffed a few pillows underneath her, elevating her ass. He pulled her legs wide and settled between them.

"Open the night stand drawer and hand me what's inside."

Juliette reached over, opened it and felt inside. She pulled out a large tube of lubricating gel. She handed it back to him.

"Good girl. Now, I'm going to prepare your tight ass for my cock."

So what they said about him was true. A part of Juliette was scared. She had never done this before. But another part was excited. She wanted this. She wanted Lucas. She wanted to do whatever made him happy.

She felt him separate her ass cheeks and the cool tip of the tube slowly penetrate her anus. She tensed.

"Relax Juliette. This won't hurt unless you tense up. Just breath out. I promise I won't hurt you."

Juliette took several deep breaths. She could do this.

"That's it baby. Just relax and enjoy."

Lucas inserted the tip again and squeezed a fair amount of gel into the virgin opening. He tossed it aside and replaced it with his finger. Slowly he slid it in. And out. And in again.

Juliette continued to breath deep. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, just unusual. After a few minutes, it started to feel good. And then he added another finger. There was a small bite of pain as his fingers began to stretch her. In and out they moved. Each time going deeper. He then added a third finger. Juliette sucked in a deep breath.

"I need to stretch you. You're so damn tight back here. I can't wait to feel you around my cock." Lucas said, his fingers scissoring to stretch her further.

"Lucas..."

"The pain is good Juliette. Now, hand me what else is in the drawer."

Juliette stuck her hand in and pulled out a dildo. Lucas took it from her and began to rub it over her wet pussy lips. Juliette moaned in pleasure.

"This will make you even tighter. Fuller. It intensifies the pleasure. You'll see Juliette." Lucas said as he started to insert the dildo into her tight pussy.

"I've been dying to see you like this. To show you all the pleasure I can give you." He added, removing his fingers from her ass and squirting more gel into her.

"Now, take a deep breath and push out." He ordered, the flared tip of his cock poised at her tight hole.

Juliette did as he instructed. She could feel her hole burning as Lucas began to penetrated her. She buried her head in the pillow. Her breaths coming in short gasps. He was killing her, she was sure of it. The dildo in her pussy made her even tight. The pain was unbearable.

"Christ! You're so tight. I love how you feel. I can barely get inside. Too tight." Lucas said, his voice strained.

"Lucas, please. I can't take anymore."

"You'll take it Juliette. And you'll beg for more."

Just as Juliette thought she couldn't handle anymore, Lucas spread her cheeks wide and thrust deep inside her. She cried out. Her back arched and her she threw her head back. Lucas stilled inside her. She had been torn apart. She knew it. The fullness in her ass and pussy was....well, it was erotic. The thought hit Juliette with a jolt. She was stretched and full and had never felt anything like it before. Experimentally, she wiggled her ass.

"Don't. Fucking. Move!"

"Lucas..?"

"Juliette, I'm about to come inside this tight ass of yours. So do us both a favor and quit wiggling."

Juliette looked over her shoulder at him. His face was drawn tight. His eyes staring straight into hers. Every muscle in his body was taunt and tense.

"Lucas, I'm begging you. Fuck me now!"

Lucas groaned and slowly began to pull out.

"No!" Juliette cried.

Lucas ignored her and continued until the head of his cock almost cleared the stretched hole. Then he thrust back into her. Juliette cried out from pleasure.

"I'm not going to be able to last much longer Juliette." Lucas announced as he set up a steady rhythm.

Juliette couldn't speak. The pleasure/pain was too consuming. She felt each thrust through out her entire body. His hips pounding into hers. The slap of his balls against the dildo, pushing it in farther. The deep, slow strokes of Lucas's cock in her ass. Too much pain. Too much pleasure. Both creating a slow burn that was starting to consume her. She felt Lucas's hand slide under her and pinch her aching clit. She orgasmed instantly. Her juices coating the dildo and thighs.

Lucas fucked her frantically. His hips thrusting wildly against hers. One hand slapped her ass as he road her to his own release.

"AAAHHH!"

Juliette felt the warm rush of cum as Lucas erupted in her ass. She arched her back to take him deeper. Lucas pumped a few more times until he emptied his load inside her. Then he collapsed on top of her, sending them both flat against the mattress. Lucas carefully rolled to his side and pulled Juliette up against his chest. He reached down and slowly removed the dildo from her. It came out with a pop.

"Christ Juliette." He breathed, tossing the dildo to the floor. Had it ever felt this good before? Lucas couldn't remember. All he knew was he wasn't letting Juliette go. Ever.

"Lucas?"

"Yes Juliette."

Juliette lifted up on an elbow and looked down at him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was slowly returning to normal.

"So what happens now?'

He opened his eyes and looked at her. She looked worried. And she had every right to be. He had waited too long for her to let her go. He was keeping her. But she had been hurt. He wasn't sure how she would react to his news.

"Now? I'm keeping you Juliette. I'll never let you go now."

Before Juliette could ask what he meant, he rolled her over and pinned her beneath him. He settled between her thighs and slid his hard again cock into her wet pussy.

"Fuck Juliette, you were made for this. For me." Lucas buried his head against her neck and began to move inside her.

Juliette wrapped her legs high around his waist and tilted her hips, taking him deeper inside her.

"Lucas, Lucas.."

Her nails lightly scored his back. His chest rubbed against her breasts as he moved within her. She tightened her legs as she felt the tension building again inside her.

Lucas leaned back and knelt between her thighs. He continued to fuck her as his fingers found her clit and began to rub.

"Come again for me baby. I want to watch you explode."

Juliette placed her hand over his where he played with her clit. Her eyes held his as she felt her orgasm building.

"Faster Lucas. Fuck me faster."

Lucas obliged, his hips pounding against her. He could feel her pussy walls tightening on him.

"That's it baby. Come for me. Now!"

Juliette felt the damn burst and shouted out as her orgasm ripped through her. She heard Lucas's answering shout as he came and shot his hot cum deep inside her milking pussy.

He fell on her, his arms wrapping around her to hold him tight against him. He mumbled something into her hair.

"What?"

He looked down at her.

"Marry me Juliette."

"Lucas..."

"I want you and this every night until the day that I die."

"Well, that wasn't the most romantic proposal."

"You want romantic?" Lucas lifted a hand and smoothed away the hair from her face.

"I love you Juliette. I always have. Since the day you sashayed into my office. I fought like hell to stay away from you because I knew you were too good for me. But it's no use. We were made to be together. Marry me."

"Yes." She said softly.

"Yes?" He repeated, not trusting his ears.

"Yes Lucas, I'll marry you."

"I love you Juliette."

"I love you too."

Watching My Wife

Watching several twenty-one year old men alternate fucking your beautiful thirty-seven year old wife over the course of three days and nights, might be enough to send most men to a mental institution. Up until last year, I would have been one of them. But I have learned that no one really knows how they might feel or how they would react until they are there, especially when a cosmically perfect set of circumstances falls into place.

Ever since our honeymoon, my wife and I have taken the very same vacation year after year. And I do mean the very same, the same motel, the same dates, the same suite in many cases, seventeen years running now, all the same. I'm sure that sounds painfully monotonous to some and under ordinary circumstances probably would be. But, having a very narrow window of time in the spring while trying to maintain a very strict budget, we just couldn't top it.

First and foremost this locale had always been quite inexpensive, which absolutely topped our list, but not cheap with amenities. It also had everything we were looking for in a cheap Spring vacation; great beach, great food, quiet, and all just outside our door. We had even grown to know and love the motel owners. There wasn't anything to dislike.

However, after the first few years of discovering this little patch of sand, we soon realized it was becoming more and more popular with the Spring breakers. They were like locusts for those of us who were only looking for down time. As soon as they invaded Panama City Beach, it was only a matter of time before they found Ft. Walton.

If you have ever been to Ft. Walton beach back in the late eighties, early nineties, you know exactly what I mean. How it used to be that great little panhandle beach with very few Spring breakers. You probably also remember not having to worry about getting a good room. A week's stay always broke out to around forty-five bucks per night and you always had folks your own age to relate to. Sadly enough though we watched as our little sanctuary slipped into the hands of the mighty hordes.

Even after the Spring breakers discovered our little piece of paradise, we continued to go. It was our place; we had too many memories to give it up. We finally conceded though that, if we were going to keep it our little spot, we had to live with it. And as it turns out they really weren't all that rowdy, at least not rowdy enough to run us off.

Last year however broke the mold in so very many ways. We first found ourselves literally surrounded by Spring breakers, again not unusual for late March, but this particular year we found ourselves a literal magnet for many of the college hellions.

It took them very little time to discover that we were both educators at a community college in our hometown of Columbus, Ohio. And, as it turned out, that seemed to be the source of the magnetism attracting them to us. They were absolutely fascinated by the fact that we were normal, cool, and otherwise regular people able to have a good time. Somewhere in their minds, I'm sure they must have believed that we spent most of our free time finding new ways to flunk them into oblivion.

Most were very standoffish at first, treating us like the police or some other higher authority, but after a couple of days they finally figured out that we were actual human beings. Very soon into the second day, we found that the back porch of our suite was becoming the ultimate hangout for some.

Naively, I was sure at first it had much more to do with the fact that we always had beer and liquor and a whole lot less to do with the placement of our porch, but soon found out differently. Many though, being the bright young folks they were, soon discovered that storing and mingling their drinkables with ours, stretched their supply a whole lot further; I watched it too many times to try it.

Most were a very likable sort so we just went with it. Plus, we always overbought when it came to alcohol, not wanting to run back and forth to the liquor store. Funny thing is my wife and I only drink a few times a year, but you would have thought we were mega-lushes with the amount we purchased. I have to say though, we were Nazis about who was and was not of drinking age and, to our surprise, they very much respected our one cardinal rule.

Now being that folks over the age of thirty were indeed rare during this time, you would think that they might try to be as far from us as possible, but several of the guys from the University of Georgia were awe struck with my wife, Chloe. It wasn't surprising in the slightest. Chloe's nickname where we teach is "Ultra MILF" with some of her present and former male students. It's quite interesting too, over the years she and I both began to notice that her male students always made far better grades than did her female students.

To me it was a no-brainer; they were simply trying to gain her approval. Chloe always laughingly told me it was from her revolutionary teaching skills; I always rebutted, "Having a spectacular pair of legs and a nice ass is not a skill."

She's the type of female college educator that you might see in a cheap class B movie, only she's truly brilliant, naturally beautiful, very professional, and has perfect C-cup breasts that God gave her.

The fact that she was a highly sexy thirty-seven year old college educator spread like wildfire at the motel and actually got Chloe even more "Hot Points," as some of the young men began calling it. I sometimes wish I were more ignorant to men gazing at her, but hey, I'm neither naive nor stupid when it comes to what they are staring at; it's not the bikini, it's what's under it.

She truly is gorgeous and will be stared at, especially by her male students, males in general for that matter. It's been said that if men stare at a woman as she walks by, she's beautiful, but if both men and women stare, she's hot.

I can safely say that Chloe is hot. At 5'3", 108 lbs, gorgeous ass, perfect curves, flawless skin, and an amazingly cute innocent looking face, the fact that she is a college professor really made little difference. If she were a bottle washer, the testosterone-filled young men at this motel would have been attracted to her.

Just into our second day there, we ended up driving to her sister's home ten minutes outside Panama City Beach. We always ended up staying the entire day hanging out and catching up. It was basically our spring routine.

Upon returning to the motel later that evening, we couldn't help noticing several of the University of Georgia guys sitting on our back porch, not at all unusual after getting to know us. As we walked to the back side of the porch we noticed they had a small table pulled out playing a drinking game, which required the loser to down a shot, and as it appeared they must have all been losing

Chloe quickly said in a joking manner as we walked up, "Boys, that's a game where even the winner's a loser in the morning." They all laughed and began brutally heckling us to join them.

Now, I'm not the type to enter a pissing contest over simple heckling, never have been never will be, but Chloe on the other hand can't help herself. She's hard-wired for it and doesn't even know it.

She playfully began firing right back saying, "First of all, most of you lightweights are already buzzed, and second, I'm not one of your little girly buddies who follows you around and fakes being tipsy after a shot. Oh, Frank, oh, Stan, that one shot made me a little dizzy."

That stoked them even more. After another twenty minutes or so of this back and forth banter she finally said, "Fine... Fine. Okay, even if I lose I'll be able to walk when most of you are curled up in the fetal position on the floor." I must say I was trying my damnedest not to laugh because I knew full well what a lightweight she was in the drinking department and full-on trying to bluff guys who majored in drinking.

After a few more minutes of this harassing joust between Chloe and her antagonists, she and I went into the room to change our clothes. I arrived back out on the deck long before Chloe and poured myself a large vodka tonic as we all waited for her.

We began chitchatting about everything and nothing. They must have told me a hundred times how they were going to take her to school on drinking, bragging about what power drinkers they were, how many times they had played this, and how much they could hold.

At times thinking they might be overdoing it, they would quickly begin saying, "Oh, but we'll take it easy. Anyone can quit at any time." I actually began wondering if anyone would be coherent by the time she came back out. With every passing minute I began thinking Chloe might have been right about most of them ending up in the floor. With the game paused, they continued to pound beer and shots the entire time.

Just as I was about to see what was keeping Chloe, she slid the glass door open and walked out. I noticed she was wearing a bikini with a tank top pulled over, quite normal I suppose for where we were, but not what I was expecting with six drunken college students sitting around. Instantly one of the buzzed college students said, "Mr. and Mrs. Arnett, please forgive me, but I have to say this, Chloe, you are positively the sexiest college professor alive."

She quickly giggled slapping him on the shoulder saying, "Don't try to soften me up, buddy boy, you'll be passed out soon and I'm gonna be laughing at you tomorrow. That is if you can eek your way out of bed in the morning after the hangover I'm gonna put on ya."

They were all razzing one another full force. I just sat watching, cracking up as they played their drinking game. After several rounds, one of them said "Mr. Arnett, with the utmost respect, sir, I believe your wife is cheating so we might need to raise the stakes."

I simply replied laughing, knowing almost instinctively what he might be alluding to, "Yes, she does appear to be kicking your asses. What's on our mind?"

He immediately uttered, "Strip shots."

Now Chloe was only into her third shot when she practically cut me off in midspeech saying, "Oh, aren't we funny, I'm winning and you're all talking about taking clothes off? Try again!"

I should mention that Chloe had been overtly flirting with these young men for a couple of days by this time. Actually, she and I had a game of our own we had been playing the last few vacations. I always enjoyed her purposeful flirting and told her many times over the years how much it turned me on.

In fact it took several times playing our little game before she finally confessed that it kind of turned her on too. From the beginning though she warned me that flirting was the limit, always reminding me that the naughtiness of it was quite enough, and the only reason she continued to do it was because of how it paid off in our bedroom, further telling me that there was "never" any reason for it to go further.

She always emphasized this because of the one and only time I ever told her about a wild fantasy of mine, a fantasy involving watching her fuck another man. It was simply a file her brain refused to process. She later told me that she thought the only reason a man would have such a fantasy would be because he wanted to justify being with another woman, basically "You fucked another guy, I'm going to fuck another woman." I understood what she was saying, but it honestly wasn't my goal.

So flirting in front of me became our spicy compromise.

As the night progressed, the young men continued needling her insisting that "Strip Shots" separated the chicken-shits from the real players. God love her too, she was so into winning she didn't even see the setup being orchestrated. I knew full well that they were basically letting her win and carefully timing their moment in which the payoff would be her sitting there completely nude.

I have to say that I began getting turned on by the possibility as well. I've seen Chloe nude a million times, but never in front of a pack of horny young men, who can say that?

I kept my mouth shut for a while when suddenly I blurted, "Awe hell, baby, you're cleaning their clocks, they'll be the ones sitting there looking silly."

As she jokingly put her feet up in the chair and tightly wrapped her arms around her legs, rather like trying to completely cover herself, she began giggling replying "For crying out loud, everyone here has about three articles of clothing on. What? Is it a three minute game now? I think you all just know I'm winning and are trying to make me quit."

Every guy there couldn't help but glance at the crotch of her bikini as she sat with her feet up in the chair and her arms wrapped around her knees. It was wildly teasing when she would occasionally lean back. Her bikini was very tightly stretched over her crotch and pussy. The subtle outline was unmistakable.

She didn't realize it but she was playing right into their ploy and I was basically inching it along. I too began pumping her up saying things like, "What are you worried about, you've only lost three hands?"

Ultimately I figured what the hell; I would love to see her slip her bikini off in front of them, but at the time had no clue whether she would go through with it. There's no doubt she was in rare form, but in my opinion not nearly intoxicated enough to go through with it. I have been married to her for seventeen years, but seriously, in the unpredictable condition she was in, I didn't know what she would do.

After several more minutes, she apprehensively said, "Good grief, let's at least go inside if we are going to be this immature." I was a bit shocked. I honestly thought she would nix the game and make any excuse not to continue.

They all immediately began picking up the cards and carrying on as they gathered their drinks, and razzing the hell out of her with things like, "Oh, you won't play. You know you won't."

She and I must have winked at one another twenty times during all this, almost in reassurance to one another that it was all in good fun. After getting in the room and getting all set up, they began to do shots before the game even started. Chloe wasn't to be outdone as she too threw back a few.

At this juncture I could tell she was hell bent on going through with it, but also knew she was unwittingly confident that she had been legitimately winning all along. It was quite comical watching her sneak on a pair of flip-flops. I knew she was going to consider that part of her wardrobe as she gave me a sneaky grin.

On the very first round, she and three others had to loose an article of clothing. Chloe, threw her tank top onto the bed, but still looked ultimately confident as if it were just a fluke. We all sat around continuing to drink for at least ten minutes before they even began the next round.

To everyone's surprise Chloe legitimately won the next two rounds leaving three of the guys sitting in just their underwear. Again though, it appeared as if they were letting her win to keep her in the game. And believe me, she had talked enough trash up to this point, she would have a hard time backing out.

Before dealing the next hand, and the fact that someone would undoubtedly end up nude if they lost, they actually added an addendum to the rules. Even with the new rules, I could plainly see that Chloe was having second thoughts, agreeing that those who became nude could get dressed after five minutes of humiliation while the remaining players worked towards victory.

As the next round was dealt, I watched as she stared at her cards with an "Oh, shit" look. She laid down three cards and was re-dealt along with the others, when she unconsciously murmured, "You've gotta be kidding me."

They all began chuckling saying, "Oh, the big winner didn't get the card she needed?"

She instantly replied, "I don't know what you're all laughing at, two of you are about to be sitting there the way you came into this world, and all I'm loosing is my flip-flops." They instantly began whooping and hollering about how she didn't have flip-flops on when the game started, etc., etc., but she held to her guns and they let it ride.

Once again, they all playfully began harassing one another when Chloe began riding the losers saying, "Hey this was your all's idea. Remember, oh, let's separate the chicken-shits. Oh, let's separate the chicken-shits. Lose the underwear fellas."

This went on for at least five minutes when they simply stood up, scooted their underwear down, and kicked them off. Chloe watched for a couple of seconds, but as they pushed them down exposing their pubic hair and the tops of their cocks, she turned her head and put a hand over her face with a rather embarrassed smile, but quickly turned back towards them trying to act as though it was completely normal.

As a husband in this peculiar situation, I instinctively glanced at their packages. Let's face it, if your wife is playing a strip game, and guys are exposing their cocks, you will compare yourself to what she will no doubt see, no matter how much you act as if you're not.

I immediately noticed that one of the guys was completely average, and from what I could tell, he was nervously quite un-erect. The other young man on the other hand, had a slightly aroused thick yet limp cock that flopped out of his underwear. I knew Chloe looked right at it, but played it perfectly nonchalant. It was larger than mine, and that bothered me for a split second, but not enough for me to let it interfere with what was transpiring.

Both guys draped a hand and arm over their genitals as they sat there with Chloe relentlessly harassing them saying, "Oh, let's play strip shots, let's play strip shots... Remember you have five minutes, yep you do."

Not more than a few minutes later she and the last guy wearing underwear dealt their cards and by this time Chloe was seriously feeling the shots she had consumed over the course of the evening. As she picked up her cards, again she got that intense look of, "Oh, shit," as she intently focused and repositioned her cards several times. She ultimately laid her cards down in a reluctant, "I've been cheated" manner.

After being re-dealt, she instantly threw her cards face down and said, "Ok you win. I quit... Hey, you said I could quit anytime."

They all simultaneously began laughing high fiving one another, "Oh, no, Oh, no, you have to. Remember us chicken-shits sitting here naked, what's up with that? Let's put our money where our mouth is... We had to. Yes, yes, we had to, take'em off."

She quickly looked at me grinning almost as if hoping I would say something to keep her from having to do it when I replied, "I'm out of this. This is your all's game, not mine."

Her knees began bouncing a mile a minute as she nervously put her hands over her face. This went on for several minutes, when she finally said, "Ok, turn your heads and I will."

Again, they instantly began chuckling, "No, no, no, we had to bare it all in front of everyone, you do too."

She kept bouncing her knees nervously, when finally she stood up with her mouth half opened expressing a nervous smile, and said "I see there are no gentlemen here who might insist that I maintain my dignity."

They all began roaring, "Nope, nope, none here, Oh, no, none here," With one eventually saying, "At least you'll have our respect. So will it be the top or bottoms?"

She stared at me again for a couple of seconds and then turned away as she nervously giggled, "I must be nuts." She hurriedly put her thumbs on the sides of her bikini bottoms, and slid them down to her knees as she quickly sat and raised her feet off the floor and removed them.

You would have thought this was an off-post military bar with thirty GIs the way they carried on. She then sarcastically said, "Good lord, enough. Haven't you ever seen a woman's bottom half before?"

They all began repeating things like, "Not as fine as yours, Mrs. Arnett, not as fine as yours... Mr. Arnett, your wife is so fucking hot. Oh, my God you're hot. Mrs. Arnett, you're so fucking hot." I must have always taken it for granted, but she really did look amazing sitting there with only her bikini top on.

She couldn't stop giggling, telling them "Do you realize I'm thirty-seven years old, and you guys are what, barely twenty-one? You should be chasing those girls gone wild types I see running around here."

I could tell after the initial embarrassment, she was thoroughly enjoying all the attention and compliments. They never did finish the game, but continued sitting there nude and semi-nude well past their amended five minute rule chitchatting and harassing one another.

Eventually Chloe asked me to throw her a T-shirt. I grabbed one of mine thinking it would be long enough to completely cover and tossed it to her. After an hour or so had passed, one guy began talking about going out and finding an all night massage joint, mentioning that he had heard that if you tip really well you might get lucky.

Chloe immediately told them that if they get behind the wheel of a car in the shape they were in they would most certainly regret it, but they insistently kept rambling on about it.

I noticed at one point Chloe got up and clandestinely grabbed a set of car keys one of them had laid down on the night stand, hiding them under a towel by the bathroom. I knew what she was doing and acted as if I hadn't even seen her do it. I too thought that if they tried driving in the shape they were in they would kill themselves or someone else.

Finally one of the guys said, "Let's stop talking about and just do it." He rose up and began scanning the room as he put his shorts and T-shirt back on, feeling his pockets and looking around the floor.

Chloe then mischievously said, "You're not getting the keys," as she jumped on the bed and pulled her T-shirt down to cover herself.

He immediately began laughing replying, "Ok, what did you do with them?"

Chloe put her left hand behind her back acting as if she had them when he playfully knelt on the bed beside her, and jokingly began tickling her. As he did, I can't tell you what a maximum turn on it became watching Chloe tightly clinching her legs together while raising her feet off the bed. As she did, it exposed her beautiful bare ass and pussy and I knew several of them had to see it from where they were sitting.

She kept repeating as she playfully shoved with her right hand and blocked his hands with her knees, "No you can't have them; you're going to thank me tomorrow. You can't have them, you're all too drunk."

After a short while watching, I became wildly turned on by it, eventually blurting, "I know how you can get the keys."

He turned and joking said out of breath, "Hurry, tell me please. God she's strong."

One third of my reply was the alcohol talking, while the other two thirds was my overwhelmingly intense fantasy speaking, when I uttered, "You're just not reaching in the right spots."

He quickly laughed saying almost out of breath, "I can't get to her hand, she's friggin strong as hell."

I then replied, not quite knowing how Chloe would react, "Tickling won't get them, but groping might."

Chloe's mouth dropped slightly as she replied with a half smile, "Oh, nice, Victor, you just told a guy to grope me. Do you want to see them drive like this?"

I slammed back the rest of my drink and said, "No, I just wanted to see him grope you."

It was obvious I had made her a little angry and knew she was more than buzzed. After staring at me for a reaction, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, asking me "How's that, honey? Guess what? He still doesn't have the keys."

All but one of the guys began nervously laughing putting their shorts back on and gathering their things, with one chuckling as he exited the back door, "Hey if you get the keys and she doesn't kick the living shit out of you, we'll be back in the room, come get us."

The one inebriated guy, Frank, who stayed behind quickly began laughing telling his friend Stan, who by the way nervously still had his hand held to Chloe's breast, "Um, I don't think the keys are on her boob. Ya might want to keep looking."

Now if you remember, Chloe's entire mental makeup won't even allow for her to back down. Somewhere in her brain there is an executable file that reads, "Pissing_contest.exe/default/run/dam/the/consequences/."

Right or wrong, I began exploiting it to the fullest. However, I believe she comfortably knew that in most situations, especially one as taboo as this, I would back down eventually. As much as I love her, she's absolutely mental when trying to prove a point, and with the amount of alcohol she had consumed it was enhanced by a factor of ten, so either way, she was as likely to let him feel her entire body as she was to kick him across the room.

What she hadn't counted on however, was my ever growing erotic desire to escalate it into watching one or both guys put their hands on her. It kept running through my mind as my cock engorged.

My fantasy was progressing in leaps and bounds. Many times in the past I had fantasized about another man fucking her while I watched, but the timing and right series of events never ever fell into place. Oh, how they seemed to be at this very moment.

Just when she figured I was at my breaking point, I rose up and walked towards the bed. As I did, I walked to the opposite side of the young man knelt beside her and moved up towards her head.

As I walked, I could feel my half-swollen cock between my legs and managed to move in such a way that, thank God, it fell along the left side of my shorts. My mind began processing a million thoughts per second.

I began telling myself that there might never be the same combination of events ever again; I kept telling myself that no matter how many times I tried in the past to conjure events, I had never even got close. In seconds I convinced myself that the worst that would happen is that she would nix it at some point and at the very least I might witness some pretty erotic touching and feeling.

As I got to the top of her head, I playfully grabbed her arms pulling her left hand from behind her back and pinned both hands back to the mattress. She instantly said, "Ok, there, see I don't have your keys."

Her tone was a distinct combination of shock and, "Ok, joke's over."

As I held her arms down over her head I leaned down and kissed her saying, "Ok, where are the keys?"

I knew full well where they were, but she didn't know that. She just raised her eyebrows and said, "Both of you can get off me now, I'm not telling." Midway through her saying it, I playfully put both her arms between my legs and tightly held them. I then reached with my right hand and fumbled for a second between her legs, when after finding her pussy I quickly inserted my middle finger inside her.

She snapped her legs even more tightly together with my hand between them saying, "Damn it, Victor, stop, you're fucking drunk."

I leaned over her and began kissing her as she spoke. As we kissed she murmured asking, "Damn it, Victor, what the hell are you doing?"

I then removed my right hand from her crotch and pulled at the underside of her right thigh trying to spread her legs. She continued clenching her legs together, as this guy Stan, the one who was tickling her for his keys, began moving down toward her feet. As he got to her feet, he playfully put his hands on her knees as if trying to spread them.

This went on for about thirty seconds when I finally grabbed behind her ankles and pulled both her feet up towards me. As I did, he quickly stepped off the end of the bed, instantly throwing his shorts down, and climbed back on the bed. By this time it was plainly obvious what I was trying to make happen. Chloe then looked into my eyes and said, "You need to stop, Victor, before we seriously annihilate a marriage vow."

His cock was completely erect standing straight up towards the ceiling and hard as a diamond. Being in his very early twenties it was obvious his cock was ready the instant a situation arose. I immediately noticed the large veins running in every direction down his solidly excited cock as he knelt on the foot of the bed. I also noticed his large set of nuts as his sack freed from between his legs.

This might seem too biological, but being that this was an absolute new situation, and the fact that I am a biology educator, I began thinking that they had no doubt been manufacturing as much sperm as they possibly could during this time of intense infatuation and ultimate sexual reality. His hands were actually trembling with anticipation.

Even though these events transpired in only seconds, I missed nothing. The one safe thought in the back of my mind was that I knew Chloe could stop it at any moment, as we were both not fully holding her down. That actually drove me more erotically insane. The fact that she was only half heartedly struggling intensified the moment and, to me, green lit everything that was happening.

I continued holding my wrist behind her ankles and slightly pulling them towards me, when this young man leaned his chest against her feet and fumbled with his cock for a few seconds. Chloe flinched for a split second as I was sure the head of his cock touched her pussy.

When Chloe flinched and slightly pressed her feet against his chest pushing, he quickly raised back up as if wondering what to do next. As he leaned back off her feet slightly, I quickly noticed the head of his cock was glistening with Chloe's vaginal juice and probably his own pre-seminal fluid. I'm sure he only slightly pushed the head of his cock against her before she flinched. The slight moment I fingered her, she was soaked.

I then moved my wrist from behind her ankles and put my hand between her thighs and began to apply pressure trying to suggest to her to spread her legs. As I did this guy put his hands on her knees and suggestively began pushing them apart as he leaned in.

As she leaned her head forward looking at him, Chloe very lucidly and softly said, "Just come on my stomach or the sheets, not in me." It was at that instant, I knew I was about to witness the most erotic fantasy fulfillment of my life.

I knew there was no danger of her getting pregnant because of being on birth control, but I kind of reasoned that she might have said it because in some way, even though we were doing something so matrimonially taboo, she could at least tell herself that it wasn't the whole deed if she wasn't taking his sperm inside her.

I leaned down once again and began kissing her with my hand still between her half opened thighs. As I did, I began to feel her thighs tremble and very slowly relax, as she slowly spread them. I then gently pulled behind her right knee in an attempt to expose her crotch in the wildest, most sexually exposed way possible.

I could still feel slight yet controlled resistance from Chloe, knowing she had reluctantly decided to take him inside her, and in some carnal way I was suggesting to her that the more she spread, the deeper she could take him.

I'm sure that only a small fraction of husbands who have ever had this fantasy are lucky enough to experience it, and in reality, most are probably more comfortable fantasizing about it than actually witnessing it. I must say that up to this very moment, I was one of those husbands who was more comfortable only fantasizing about it.

Believe me, when you have spent years fantasizing about it and finally gaze at another man's sexually aroused cock inches from your wife's vagina; you begin to really question whether you can go through with it.

Let's face it, willingly having the head of another man's cock positioned against your wife's cervix, in an act that will cause him to fill her vaginally with a few hundred million sperm, knowing she will be carrying his seed in her for days, is a mental bazooka. But again, this had escalated to the point that it was going to happen and I chalked it up to a simultaneous state of apprehension and want.