Ding A Ling

Rick was lucky number seven for me. He became my second husband when he hummed on my clit. A couple of the other guys I auditioned were fairly good, but Rick had the magic touch. His foreplay was fantastic. When we were in bed, he made me cum several times before entering me. With my legal husband, Paul, sex was just fucking. With Rick, it was making love. He always put my pleasure ahead of his own. Oddly, my sex life with Paul improved after my affair with Rick began. My orgasm count went up from once a month to every three weeks. It wasn't a huge improvement, but it made my time in bed with him more tolerable.

Rick made it clear when we met that we would not have an exclusive relationship. He would sleep with other women, but I would be his primary go-to gal. Our respective jobs allowed us to be off on Fridays. After our first tryst at the Hotel Wilson, I went to his apartment the moment Paul left for work every Friday. I loved my time with him. No two get togethers were the same. We ran the gamut of positions. I always wore my microskirt, but never my underwear, not even my G-string. One day we decided I should have some additional outfits, so we went to an adult clothing store.

The selection of garments was extensive. Most items were so skimpy that they could not be worn in public. The bikinis were, to use Rick's phrase, little more than two band-aids and a cork. I called them bathing suits for nude beaches. The sales staff modeled many of the most revealing items. They all had large tits. Rick's pants bulged the moment we entered the store. "I bet you would like to fuck them," I whispered to him.

"Remember our open relationship," he said softly. "Maybe I already have."

"It wouldn't surprise me. I want to try on a bikini like hers with you in the dressing room." I took a white one off the table along with a black sling shot. "Is it okay if he comes with me to the fitting room," I asked the clerk.

"It's the only way to see his reaction when you put it on," she said. "Go ahead, and don't worry about behaving properly." I giggled, and Rick grinned.

We went into the fitting room. The door locked. I put my purse and the two items on a chair. When I turned around, Rick already had his cock out and was stroking it. I licked my lips and forgot about trying on either item. "Have you fucked her?" I asked him. "Remember we are supposed to tell each other everything." I dropped to my knees and inhaled his solid meat.

"Not yet," he said, "but I'm planning on it."

My hand went up and down his cock as my head bobbed on it. My other hand cradled his balls. He filled his hands with my breasts and tweaked the nipples. In the three short months I had known him, this wonderful man knew where all my erotic buttons were and did not hesitate to press them. There I was in a fitting room sucking his cock, running the risk of being caught, and I didn't care if we were caught. That possibility made me even more excited. My pussy was getting wetter by the second. "This is crazy," I said as I stood up. "I should be trying those things on."

"The bikini ties on, so it fits all sizes," he said. "The sling shot label says one size fits all."

"Which one should I get?"

"Both."

He grabbed me and pressed his mouth against mine. My lips were parted. I gasped as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. His hand lifted my skirt. His fingers circled my clit. "You'd better stop that?"

"Why?"

My breathing was deep and rapid. "If you don't, I won't be able to." That was all the encouragement he needed. He slipped two fingers into my cunt. There were noises outside the room. I released my inhibitions and reached over to unlock the door. Rick spun me around and lifted the back of my skirt. His cock invaded my dripping pussy with one quick thrust. As he pumped away in me, I noticed the door open a crack. I saw the clerk's eyes; her hand was inside her bikini bottom frigging her clit. Having an audience turned me on even more. I banged my butt against Rick wanting him to fill my tunnel with his seed. The clerk's eyes shifted slightly away from mine, and I realized she was looking into Rick's. Clearly, he would be fucking her soon. The realization that other women wanted the man who was fucking me, instead of depressing me, made me even hotter. I wanted him to tell me all about it. As his cock became harder, my cunt muscles contracted. He buried himself deeply inside me. His spunk spattered against my cervix as I shook violently with my own orgasm. The door closed silently.

I looked for a box of tissues, but did not see one. "I need your handkerchief," I said.

He hesitated a moment. "I forgot to bring one," Rick said.

"Your cum is running down my legs. What am I going to do?"

"Revel in the pleasure of showing others how hot you are. Remember, the clerk said not to worry about proper behavior."

I put my arms around his neck and gave him a deep tongue kiss. "She did say that. I can't believe what a slut I've become. Let's set up your video camera and make some movies of us in bed. We will have to keep the recordings at your apartment so Paul can't find them."

"Does he ever watch porn on the Internet?"

"I know what you are thinking, but I'm not ready to be a porn star."

The clerks stared at my legs as I paid for the items and smiled.

Naturally, I saw Frank every Sunday at church. I had known Anne, too, for a few years. I felt rather awkward being around her after Frank auditioned me. Slowly my jitters eased as I realized he would never tell her about him and me.

One Sunday, his children were not in my Sunday school class. Anne didn't come to church either. Only he did. After the service, I approached him and asked where his kids were. "Anne took them to visit her parents over the weekend," he said. "They love their grandparents. They are wonderful people.

"Sarah, I keep thinking about our time together. I greatly enjoyed that day, and I know you did too. I understand your feelings, but I would love to have you again. Is there any way we can have a repeat?"

Paul approached us. "I'll let you know," I said softly. Paul shook Frank's hand in greeting not knowing I had had Frank's huge cock in me and wanted it again.

The following Friday after I fucked Rick, I mentioned that I had run into the first guy I had auditioned. "He wants me again," I said.

"Do you want him?" he asked.

I hesitated a moment. With uncertainty in my voice, I said, "Would you be angry if I said yes?"

"Was he good?"

I smiled. "Oh, yes. He has a huge cock, much bigger than yours. I loved having it in me. Did you ever fuck that shop girl?"

"Yesterday," he said as he took a box from under his pillow. It contained a vibrator with a little rabbit on the shaft. "I bought you a toy. She took me to the dressing room to demonstrate how to use it. We didn't get it out of the box. Her legs were sticky when I left."

"If you can share me with Paul, then I can share you with her. It's only fair. Have you had any other girls?"

"A couple. I haven't mentioned them because I feared you would be jealous."

"Before today, I might have been. I'm going to tell him I'll see him next week. Will you miss me?"

"Of course I will. Maybe I'll go back to that store for another toy."

"I'd like that. We would both be fucking at the same time. That would really be hot."

That night I signed onto the dating site. Frank's profile was still there. I sent him a note that I could see him Friday. Almost immediately, he replied that he had made a reservation at the Hotel Wilson for 10am.

The week dragged by. I had lunch with Shelly and Mary often and listened to their adventures without letting on that I had lovers. Because it would be out of character for my workplace persona, they would be scandalized if they knew. Or maybe not, since both were in open marriages. I managed to learn that Frank's cock was bigger than either of their lovers. They would have been so jealous.

Friday finally came. As soon as Paul backed his car out of the driveway, I dashed back to the bedroom to put on my microskirt. I stopped as I stepped into it. Quickly I pulled the sling shot from its hiding place and stepped into it. As I pulled the straps over my shoulders, the crotch dug into my slit. I tried, but I could not spread it wide enough to cover my pussy. I had to leave it between the lips. At least it covered my clit; however, every step I took caused it to rub my clit sending a tingle up my spine. The straps covered my nipples but not the areolae. I put on my semi-sheer blouse, microskirt, and fuck-me pumps and dashed to my car.

Frank was waiting for me when I pulled into the parking lot. He had already checked us in, so we went straight to the third floor to the same room we used before. The window was floor-to-ceiling height. He went to close the drapes, but I stopped him. "Nobody can see us up here," I said.

"You have changed," he said. "Before, you were all secretive. Now you're almost an exhibitionist."

"Let's just say I've grown up." I pressed my hand against his crotch. His organ grew immediately. His hands slid up under my skirt to my bare butt. "Keep doing that." He caressed the sides of my ass.

"No G-string this time?"

"No G-string," I said coyly. His cock grew some more. His breathing became deeper. I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hand over his smooth muscular chest. "Do you like that?"

"Yes. It's like me feeling your boobs."

"Complaining?"

"Not a bit."

I pulled his shirt out of his pants and tossed it aside. I gave him a quick shove, and he landed on his back on the bed. Knelling down, I pulled off his shoes and socks while he unbuckled his belt. He opened his fly and lifted his butt so I could pull his trousers down. His instrument of pleasure pointed at the ceiling. I held it in one hand while I drew one of his hairless balls into my mouth and sucked on it. When he moaned, I switched to his other nut. His breathing became much deeper. After I was done with his testicles, I put my tongue under his cock at the root and dragged it slowly up to the tip. He gasped again when I pressed my tongue against his sperm opening.

"Are you going to undress?" he asked.

"I undressed you," I said. "It's your turn."

I stood between the bed and the window. He unbuttoned my blouse and put his hand on my breast. When he felt the strap over my nipple, he held the blouse open. "What's this?"

"It's called a shoulder strap."

"What does it hold up?"

"You'll see." I smiled as he slid my blouse off my arms and dropped it to the floor.

"Damn. That is hot!" I turned my back to him so he could unzip my skirt waist, which also fell to the floor. I kicked it aside. I stepped up to the window. Below a couple walked toward their car. The woman looked up as she opened the passenger door. Apparently she said something because the man looked up too. Her eyes widened and she put her hand over her mouth. He smiled. "Are you nuts? Those people saw you."

"I know. Isn't it wonderful?" He moved beside me. I grabbed his cock and stroked it. They looked at each other before getting into their car. "I'm sure she would like to experience your big cock inside her. Wouldn't you like an addition to your harem?"

"Well, yes, but this isn't the proper way to do it!"

"Showing what you have is an effective way to get attention. I liked getting yours. It does something for me that Paul doesn't do. It makes me feel like a desirable sexual person."

I knelt before him and took his knob in my mouth. His breathing rate increased when my tongue circled the underside of his glans. "Another couple is watching us." I took more of his cock in my mouth. "Sarah, this is crazy. I'm about to cum." I sucked even harder. His loins tensed. His balls pulled up. I took my mouth off him and let him shoot his juices against my face and tits. He staggered to the bed and fell onto his back. "That was wild. I don't remember such a strong orgasm."

I stroked his now flaccid dick. "Is that bad?"

"It's wonderful, but, please, I can't do any more right now."

I drew the bed covers over him and went to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned, he was asleep. I crawled under the covers and cuddled up next to him. I felt guilty about taxing him so greatly, yet I smiled at the thought of what lay in store for me. Around noon my cellphone chirped. I had a text from Rick: "2 fucked, 1 to go." I sent "Congratulations" back to him.

At one, I started to stroke Frank's cock. Slowly he woke up. "Am I in heaven?" he asked groggily.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"An angel is rubbing me." I took his growing member between my lips. "She's sucking on me."

"She's horny. Your angel needs to be fucked."

He leapt up, grabbed my arms, and threw me on my back. "Then she is going have her brains fucked out!" He lifted my legs up, hooked his arms under them, and buried his face between my thighs. The sling shot kept my pussy lips spread around it. His tongue caressed the sides of my slit sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. He tugged at the crotch of the sling shot to move it aside, but it was embedded in my pussy. I moved the straps off my shoulders to loosen it. Frank pulled it down and planted his tongue inside my tunnel. He had a tongue a lesbian would envy, and he knew how to use it. Within a minute, my thighs clamped against his head. He didn't stop licking. Another, stronger orgasm surged through me. As his tongue circled my clit, my loins became tighter. My legs muscles began to cramp. "Stop!" I screamed barely able to breathe. He began to crawl up to put his cock in me. "Roll over." He gave me a bewildered expression but complied.

I climbed on top of him and held his cock in my hand. Slowly I lowered myself onto it savoring the filling of my pussy until I had him completely inside me. I rocked my hips back and forth. His huge tool caressed my cervix. I knew then I had to continue seeing him. Rick would continue to be part of my life, but I needed Frank's cock too. I leaned forward pressing my breasts against his chest. He propped his knees up and thrusted inside me. My vaginal muscles gripped his cock as he blasted his seed into my womb. My contractions were so strong that I pushed him part way out. I fell limp on top of him.

A few minutes later I had recovered enough to sit upright on his lap. His dick was still rigid in my tunnel. "Frank, we have to do this more often," I said. "I can't go months again without fucking you."

"I have other women to keep happy," he said. "I thought you didn't want to be part of a harem."

"I'm making you part of mine. I want you again in two weeks."

"What do you mean? Women don't have harems."

"This woman does. You aren't the only man I auditioned to be my lover."

"You auditioned me? I was auditioning you."

"We auditioned each other. If you can have several women, I can have several men. It's only fair."

"That's not how it's supposed to work. I don't know that I like that idea."

"Is my concubine jealous? We both want variety. What better way to achieve it than with an open relationship? If you can share me with Paul, you can share me with other men too."

"I agree that it would be fair, but somehow it doesn't feel right."

"Do you want to fuck me again?"

"Yes. Definitely."

"I will be in the parking lot at ten a.m. in two weeks. If you want me, you will show up. If you don't, I will call one of my other studs."

After Paul went to bed that night, I went online and emailed one of the other men I had auditioned. I wasn't going to wait two weeks for Frank.