The day after our football game experience made work a lot more fun. Of course I had already fucked Christy before, but seeing Rachel, Missy and Donna show up to work, and knowing what they looked like naked, allowed me a wonderful thought in my head every time I saw them. Several times that first week, I had exchanged knowing smiles with them as we went about our regular days.
Not only had that day made work more fun, it also aroused my wife even more. She constantly needed to have sex. I was more than happy to oblige. In fact, we were probably having sex once a day. She would come home from work and describe some guy that was in her dental chair and how much she had the desire to just start sucking his cock and fuck him to he came in her pussy.
Of course the details of this would often compliment the flirting that I told her about at my place of work and lead us into the bedroom, or wherever we happened to be, and fuck each other senseless. One additional advantage to this was that I was getting the sexual stamina of one of those porn stars. I was lasting upwards of 30-45 minutes or so, which meant that I was able to produce lots of cum and shoot it a respectable distance. Once I pulled out of my wife to cum on her lower abdomen and some of cum shot all the way to her chin.
Not only was my wife into sex more, I was finally able to get her to pose naked and let me take pictures of her with our digital camera. At first, the pictures were just of her stripping and stuff, but before too much longer, she was masturbating for the camera with her fingers and, then, her vibrator.
This was all great, but I began to obsess about whether or not Donna and Missy had been serious when I had talked with them about sex at work that day after the football game. I had told Sara about this, and she suggested that I just bring up to them. However, it just was not part of my personality to be so open about sex. My wife then asked if I wanted her to call them (shit, she is a wonderful wife!!), but I thought it would be best to wait and see if that was necessary.
My worries about not having the greatest sex deal on earth ended a few weeks later, toward the end of September. It was a Wednesday and I had stayed after school late in order to catch up on some grading and other menial tasks that I had been putting off. School had ended at 2:55 and it was approaching 4:30 when I was wrapping things up.
I had just turned off my computer when Missy popped into my room and startled me. I thought I was the last one in my wing around. She did not startle me enough to miss an opportunity to quickly gaze at her. She was wearing a long denim skirt, which stopped at the middle of her calf and had slit up the front all the way to her lower thigh. She had on a white button up shirt that tightly fit around her tits and her high-heeled sandals made her about 4 inches taller.
"I need some paper for the department printer and I need to get a case paper down from the top shelf in the storage room," she said smiling. "I tried to get it done, but it was too heavy, plus with these shoes, I would probably just fall on my ass if I did it myself."
Of course I agreed, and we headed off to the storage room. As we walked, I though if this was my opportunity to find out if she was serious about the promise she had made to me after that Rams' game, or did she actually just need some paper. This type of scenario had always made me uncomfortable (some would say shy).
When we got to the storage room I immediately knew my answer. When I walked in the door and turned on the light, I noticed four reams of paper sitting on the filing cabinet just inside the door. However, I decided to play along.
I grabbed the step ladder and got a case of paper off the tope shelf, while Missy held the ladder. I stepped down off the ladder and put the paper on the lower shelf and turned around to find that Missy now had me trapped, not that I minded at all.
"Remember that little arrangement we made a few weeks ago," she said as she began to unbutton her shirt. "Well, today I have been so horny. Mark left to go out of town yesterday afternoon, and I didn't get any cock last night. And if you don't fuck me right now, I'm not getting any tonight either. Plus, a deal's a deal, so you have to fuck me, right?"
By the time she finished her little speech, she had finished unbuttoning her shirt and exposing a white bra that contained her massive tits. Without actually answering her question, I bent down slightly and kissed her. She eagerly met my tongue with her own. My hands immediately began to caress her tits through her bra, while her hands began to unbutton my shirt.
I then moved my hand down her back to her ass cheeks and pulled her into my now hard cock. As I did this, I found the zipper to her skirt and pulled it down, loosening her skirt and letting it drop to the floor. By this time, she had finished with my shirt and was now working on my belt. Meanwhile we had yet to break our kiss.
She got my pants and boxer-briefs down to the floor at the same time I worked her panties over her hips to the floor.
"Oh god, I need you in me," she said as she turned around and gave me access to fuck her from behind.
Not needing anymore encouragement than that, I plunged my hard cock into her, I noticed, completely shaven pussy. Within seconds we were fucking at a furious pace. I continued to fuck her as I removed her shirt and took off her bra, leaving her only in her heeled sandals.
After about five minutes of furious fucking she had a major orgasm, and we both needed a little change of pace. We broke from each other in order for her to lie on her back on a desk in the storage room. As I stood in front of her, I got a full view of her tits. Without hesitation I entered her, and she put her feet on my shoulders. Before long we were again at a quick pace and she was working toward another orgasm, which she had a few minutes later.
By now, her pussy was absolutely soaking wet and was making a slopping sound as I pistoned my cock back and forth in her pussy. This served to turn me on further and I managed to quicken my pace even more. The harder I fucked her, the more she loved it, and the more I loved it because it made her tits bounce back and forth as well.
After about 20 minutes I was ready to cum. The excitement of fucking Missy at work, in the storage closet with the possibility of getting caught at any time pushed me over the edge. My only thought now was where I was going to cum. At the football party I came all over her tits, which was my major fantasy concerning her. However, she answered my question before I ever asked it, or answered it for myself.
"Cum in my pussy," she told me absolutely breathless and sensing I was about to cum. "I gotta have you cum in me. Mark's cum in me, or at least one of his friends, every night since your football party, except for last night. I'm fucking addicted to fucking and having a cock explode in me."
This was all the encouragement I needed and I was soon cumming deep inside her. This brought her to another orgasm. After I had cum and she had orgasmed that last time, we were both pretty spent. I kept my cock in her and slowly worked it back and forth as it began to soften.
Missy sat up on the desk with me still in her and kissed me deeply. Our embrace continued while I could feel cum dripping out of her, down my balls, and began to drip to the floor. However, I did not want the kiss we were sharing to end and we continued to kiss until my cock had lost all hardness and slipped out of her pussy.
"Thanks," Missy said as we broke our kiss. "Not just for this, but for everything. I've always been a little bit of a slut, just ask a few of your friends in this department center, but Mark never knew about those times and he never seemed into all the times I tried to get him to be adventurous.
"However, your party woke him up and I love it. I want sex all the time and now he does too. In fact, last Saturday night, he invited over a few friends of his and they ganged me all night. For a girl wanting lots of sex, having four cocks at your disposal is pure ecstasy. To thank him for that, I invited Donna over on Sunday and we double him up for a while. He loved it a lot. So, thanks and I'm serious here, anytime you need me to be of service to you, I'm here."
I could think of no good reply other than just kiss her again, which we did, rather lovingly.
After short while, we broke our kiss, cleaned up the area and got dressed.
"Hey, don't forget to call Sara sometime. She would enjoy fucking Mark with you. And I think she loves your tits as much as I do," I said as I gave her tits a playful squeeze. "She's gave me permission to fuck you, Donna, Rachel and Christy anytime I want, and she has the same permission from me to fuck whoever she wants to. Does Mark know about what we just did?"
"He will as soon as I talk to him when he gets home. He told me all about some little slut he picked up last night in Chicago. I told him that was totally unfair. I was so horny when he told me about the story that I almost went out to a bar to get some cock at that moment, but I decided to wait 'til today."
She gave me a little peck on the lips and we headed in our different direction. I glanced at my watch and saw it was 5:45. Since she had the day off the next day, Sara was at happy hour with her friends, and I could not wait to tell her all the details of what had just happened. However, our night was just getting started.
I called her mobile phone and found out she was still at Hot Shots with a couple of her coworkers. I told her I was on my way and that I had something exciting to tell her about. She wanted me to tell her right then, but I told her it would have to wait.
When I got to the bar, I found my wife and one of her friends. My wife was dressed like a little bar slut. It was a warm September day and she wore a sleazy yellow halter top that was completely open in the back, save for three little strings, one around her neck and the others in the middle of her back, tied together to keep it on. It stopped just above her navel and showed off her little ruby navel ring. The rest of her rock hard abdomen was exposed to her hips where her tight little jeans started just below her hip bone. The jeans barely covered her ass and if she was very well-groomed, they may not have covered some pussy hair. She complimented her outfit with a pair of black heeled pumps.
Her and her friend Cara were flirting with a couple of guys at the bar when I arrived. It turned me on to see these two young guys interested in my wife and her attractive friend. Cara was single, but had been in a serious relationship for some time. She had always been a big flirt, but nothing ever had come of it. She was wearing a short green sundress that showed off plenty of skin and a pair of high heeled leather sandals. If she would have let me, I would have loved to bend her over right there and fuck her. Her long black hair had always turned me on.
I walked up and gave my wife a little peck on the cheek and whispered into her ear that I had just come from fucking Missy. When I looked back at her, she had a smile, but did not miss a beat. She introduced me to the two guys she and Cara were flirting with.
I could tell they were very disappointed that her husband has shown up and they seemed to lose interest. This disappointed the girls and they began to give me a hard time about ruining their innocent little fun. I knew it may have been innocent fun for Cara, but I knew my wife had been seriously thinking about fucking either one of them, or both of them.
I could tell Sara was pretty drunk, but she carried herself very well. Before long, Cara said that she had to go, which left just my wife and I at the bar.
"So tell me all about it," Sara said immediately after Cara left. "Did she suck your cock? Did you fuck her tits? Her ass? God, I have been playing this through my head since you called and told me you had something exciting to tell me. Hell, I'm surprised I don't have a wet spot on my jeans I'm so excited to hear about this."
I told her about the entire event, starting at the first detail and made sure not to leave anything out.
"No condom?" she asked me when I got to that part. "How'd she feel? How wet did you get her?"
I continued with my story and my wife was getting more and more of a fuck-me look with each detail.
"Where did you cum," she asked before I was to that point of the story. "Her tits? Mouth?"
When I told her she had wanted it in her pussy, my wife let out an audible and excited gasp. I then told her about how she and Mark had been having lots of sex, and with other people, since our party. I told my wife that I had told Missy to make sure she called her sometime.
"She'd better call. Mark really enjoyed fucking this pussy before and since you and Missy have fucked again, I owe the little whore one."
