Larry diMedea was deeply involved in a report for his firm when his wife Juliette stuck her head into his home office. She held a phone to her ear, "Honey," she said, "it's a booty call from Scotty Birnbaum. You want to come and watch?"
Larry raised his head with a grin. "I'd love to. You know how much it turns me on watching you get fucked. Unfortunately, this thing is due tomorrow morning and if I take time off it won't get done. Go have fun and tell Cindy I'll expect payment in kind when I get home tomorrow. A long slow blowjob sounds good."
Julie spoke into the phone, "You hear that, stud? You just make sure you dear little wifey is on her knees here tomorrow around four. I'm on my way over."
As she traipsed across the grounds of the Coronado Condos, Julie started to put a little extra swing in her hips. She thought of giving herself a shot of PL-6983 to turn herself on a little more but decided it really wasn't needed. A few months before the other members of the condominium had very thoroughly inducted the couple into their Cuck and Cunt Club. It had started with some drugs and some electro-sex stimulation but by the time it was over what Julie had first felt would be rape had turned into a full-fledged awakening of her inner slut. Her peccadillos hadn't included anyone outside the club, at least not yet, but she wasn't about to exclude the possibility. But for now, it was all about 'in house' lechery and an inner slut that was awake and eager.
Cindy Birnbaum was the one who had slipped the mickey into Julie's drink, the one who told her what was going to happen and the one who had used the world's only proven aphrodisiac and the electro-sex machine on her. She was also the one who, after all the other women had had their fun pegging Larry, had pulled him between her thighs for his official initiation. Later she was the one who explained why today Julie was the most popular lay in the group.
"It's like this, Julie," Cindy had begun over coffee one afternoon, "Despite being the sluttiest wife around, you somehow manage to project an aura of prim, virginal innocence. I can't explain it and neither can any of the guys but somehow there is something about you that just demands to be pillaged, plundered, debauched and ravished. They can't resist. I've looked at you when one of them has had his fun with you and you have this—this happily seduced and betrayed look on your face. It's like you had no idea how much fun sex could be. I know that sounds ridiculous because if anyone knows what a horny bitch you've become, it's me but that's the only way I can describe it. And look at you now; you're blushing!"
Julie had to admit that in a strange sort of way it made sense. She knew that other women in the club had no inhibitions about coming up to another woman's husband and 'climbing his frame.' April Maguire was especially notorious for that. On more than one occasion she hadn't even waited until after everyone had eaten. She would just saunter over to the man of her choice, undo his belt and jerk his trousers down and start sucking him into readiness. Admittedly the others would start to applaud when this happened and none of her 'victims' had ever been known to complain but Juliette simply couldn't bring herself to be so assertive. However, any man in the complex who wanted her, like tonight, would get her. It seemed as much a law of nature as dawn and dusk.
She let herself into the Birnbaum's unit and waved at Cindy who was sitting in a chair with her e-reader.
"So I'm going to have a sore throat tomorrow?" the brunette asked archly, looking up. "I know how much Larry loves a deep throating. Steffie said the last time she went down on him he held her there and face-fucked her for what seemed like half an hour."
Julie grinned. "Well, I've done some marathon sessions on my knees, too, so I can't be too sympathetic."
"Don't bother," Cindy replied with a leer, "I doped the Birnbaum good with the aerosol foreplay to get him really fired up. You're going to be going home bow-legged tonight. Heck, you might even need pillows. But don't let me detain you. He's back in the den."
Scott Birnbaum was indeed back in the den, lying back in his double-wide recliner slowly stroking his massive hard-on. The sight of the man naked always made Julie's eyes widen. In contrast to her lithe, tennis-playing husband, Scott was a great slab of a man, thick and muscular in an ursine kind of way. His resemblance to a bear was enhanced by the coarse black hair that covered him from the tops of his feet to his collarbone. He looked up at her with heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes and a slow, almost sinister leer crossed his lips.
Juliette licked her lips. Her eyes began to sparkle as she reached behind her neck to unzip the simple, flowered frock. Making no attempt at a sultry strip, the woman simply let her dress drop to the floor, undid her bra and stepped out of her lacy black bikini briefs her eyes fixed on his pulsing phallus. Breathing deeply, she walked over to the recliner and sat on the arm beside Scott's right side.
She'd read somewhere that the desire of the man was for the woman but the desire of the woman was for the desire of the man. Julie pushed Scott's hand away from his thick, stiff, purple-headed member and started massaging it herself. It appeared that she certainly had his desire and soon he would have her, slaking his desire within her body. She leaned over him, her breasts hanging down to invite his hands. He took one in each mitt and squeezed them alternatively, running his hands down and pulling on each nipple, milking them.
"You want me, Scottie," she breathed in his ear, "I know you do. You want to stick this big thing inside me, feel me hot and wet around it, enjoy me while I ride up and down on it until you finally shoot a load into me. And I know you day-dream about making a baby in me, don't you? Well, Scottie, just hang onto that dream. Someday it might come true."
Julie swung one leg over his lap, straddling his thighs. Then she pulled the head of his cock up to the opening of her sex and impaled herself on it with a soft moan. There were eight couples in the club and all eight men ravished her. It was a wonder, she thought, that each one was so different but that all were wonderful. Bigger, smaller, thicker, thinner—it really didn't matter. Having a man driving in and out of her, that was the important part. She lay down on Scott's chest, feeling his coarse body hair on her smooth skin and the clutch of his hands fondling, squeezing and bouncing her buttocks. Her hips began to swing forward and back, sliding off of him and then taking him back in to a beat she heard in her head, a dance of desire.
That's when Scott's great paws grabbed her by each hip and started setting a rhythm of his own, slowly up and then down like a jackhammer. Her pussy slapped against his pelvis and she felt her entire body jiggle with the impact.
