Donna Young Wife Ch 02

1990

Needless to say, I loved every second of our first six months of lovemaking. Jerry soon told me that he wanted me to go out and buy a very specific sexy outfit for him. Everything was to be black. The dress was to be very short and tight. I was also to get a sexy lace bra and tiny lace panties, garterbelt, stockings and the highest patent leather, high heels I could find. I bought the items as soon as I could afford them, finding the shoes at a Frederick's store. Almost everyday, when I dressed up in my outfit, it would drive Jerry absolutely nuts. He would go wild and our lovemaking hit new heights of excitement. I would walk around in my outfit for him, and then he would undress me down to the garterbelt, nylons and heels and I would keep those on as we made love and sucked each other. We had a wonderful relationship I thought.

We would carry on like this everyday and I would have two, three, even sometimes four orgasms a day! One day, after college classes resumed after Christmas break, Jerry came home from work and out of the blue, told me he wanted me to dress up in my black outfit and go with him to a friend's apartment. He said he wanted to show my outfit to his friend. When I absolutely refused, he announced that there would be no more sex, not even sucking, and left the house to live with his friend. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and called Jerry at his friend's apartment. People (including my parents) were asking me where Jerry was and why he wasn't home. But the real reason was, I now needed my constant sex, and I especially needed Jerry to suck me off to my wonderful orgasms. On the phone, I pleaded with Jerry to come back and he didn't agree until I told him I would do anything he wanted me to do. Jerry returned in two days, and after about a week, our routine was back to normal.

The following weekend, Jerry told me that he had set up a party with a friend of his (Mark), and that I was to wear my sexy outfit. I was too ashamed to risk being seen in public in the outfit, so I carried it in a small gym bag. When we arrived at Mark's apartment, Jerry introduced me as his "sexy neighbor," and said, "Her husband is out of town and anything goes!" I was so embarrassed in front of this total stranger. Jerry then went into the kitchen to make drinks, and Mark put his arm around me, telling me to put on the little outfit he had "heard so much about." When I had finished dressing, Mark kissed me and ran his hand down inside the top of my dress, feeling my breasts. I pulled away and yelled for Jerry to drive me home. He said that I had promised to do whatever he wanted, and that now was the time to prove it. He then downed his entire drink, spun me around and unzipped my dress. It dropped to the floor as he said to Mark, "Check out this fantastic body! Have you ever seen any better?"

I stood there, trembling and fighting back tears as Jerry unhooked my bra and pulled off my panties. I can never explain how embarrassed and humiliated I was standing there, almost naked, in front of a total stranger, and seeing the excitement blaze in his eyes. Jerry pushed me down on Mark's lap and went to make another round of drinks. Mark's hands were all over my body, squeezing, caressing, rubbing, feeling my breasts, squeezing my hard nipples, until finally, his hand forced its way between my thighs and found my clitoris. Jerry returned with the drinks and said, "Let's go to the bedroom," where they both undressed and pushed me on the bed between them. That Friday night (and Saturday morning!) from 9:00 p.m. to 4:00 a.m., the three of us participated in a sex orgy that was totally unbelievable and beyond anything I had ever dreamed possible. Jerry screwed me three times, and Mark screwed me four times! Each of them sucked me until I reached orgasms, and I sucked both of them off twice.

While Jerry was screwing me, Mark straddled my chest and put his cock into my mouth. Then they would switch, and Mark would screw me from behind as I sucked Jerry, lying on the bed. Jerry fell asleep first and then Mark, and that's the order I woke each of them the next morning, by sucking them to orgasm. After that night, we returned to Mark's apartment at least once a week, for repeat performances. One night during the week, two buddies stopped by and Mark invited them inside. Within seconds they were naked and getting on the bed. Jerry insisted that I have sex with them too. They didn't even tell me their names, and before the night was over, both of them had screwed me twice, and I had sucked them both off to climaxes in my throat. Eventually, Jerry let it be known that I was not the neighbor whore, but really his slut wife. There must be something in men's minds that make them want to screw other men's wives. Something about owning for the moment somebody else's woman!

Towards the end of the semester, Jerry started bringing guys home from the bar with him, telling me to have sex with them. When I counted them up, I realized I had had sex with fourteen total strangers (not counting Mark!). Every time I refused, Jerry threatened to move out again or he slapped me around, and I knew he meant it. After the first time with me, some of them stopped back and had sex with me, even if Jerry wasn't home! Last week, at the end of the semester, Jerry told me he wanted me to go to a party with him. By then, I had an idea what kind of party it would be, so I refused. He then told me that if I agreed to go, he would find a house to buy nearby, instead of moving back to Las Vegas with his parents. Of course, I couldn't bear the thought of going without sex with Jerry, so I agreed to go. When I walked into the party in my black outfit, it was immediately obvious that I was the only woman there. The guys, some of whom had been to the house with Jerry, all took turns dancing with me, and that was fun.

But within an hour, I was being led down the hall, into a bedroom, and being stripped at Jerry's urging. For the next four hours, I had continuous sex, until all eleven men were exhausted, and I couldn't get them aroused any more, no matter how hard I tried. That party made me stop and think about where my life was headed. I knew I was on a wild ride with Jerry and his friends, I just didn't know how to stop it. I knew guys talked, and soon, word about these orgies was bound to get out to someone. Just today, Jerry came home from his job and said he was telling all his co-workers about what a horny slut wife he had. He told me he had arranged to meet one of the guys at a local club. He had seen the guy in the showers at work and he supported a massive cock. Jerry told him he had a cock-hungry wife that he would love to see impaled by the guy's cock. On Friday night I sat on the soft leather barstool, waiting, sipping my white Russian through a tiny red straw, because I liked the way it felt rolling around on my tongue.

My skirt was loose, short and frilly, the style I knew men liked best. I had on a tiny thong that was buried between my labia lips, reminding me of why I was there and keeping my clit at a low throb. I ground against nothingness once in a while, restless to have something more than satin fabric tugging at my pussy. My blouse was sheer, a halter style, leaving my back bare, and my bra-less breasts were tight and high. The light fabric barely brushed my huge pointy nipples, teasing and tormenting me with each movement. Once in a while, I ran my fingers over a quivering tip, pinching as I went, and my hot little slit got a trickle of cream in reward. It was time to start surveying the crowd. The dance floor was packed with bodies, rubbing and groping to their hearts delight. I spotted a few nice asses and sets of wide shoulders, wondering who might be Jerry's co-worker. There were groups of men standing around, some laughing, some looking horny and not-so-subtly elbowing each other over a nice set of tits or a well defined camel toe.

As I scanned the crowd, I re-crossed my legs, letting my skirt slide further up my thighs and absently ran my fingers across my deep valley of cleavage. As I reached for my drink, I was startled as a dark tan hand from behind me picked up the glass and brought it around to my lips, the strong forearm attached brushing slightly against the side of my very curious tit. "Drink"? His voice sounded like someone had dragged it through gravel, smokey and hot. He leaned into my back and I felt the solid wall of his chest radiate heat against my bare skin. As the straw touched my lips, I instinctively sucked, swallowing shakily. He lowered the drink and turned the barstool toward the dance floor, coming even more snugly behind me and slid his hands around my waist. His hands spanned my belly, just under my breasts. His thumbs began lazily skimming along the bottom curve of each tit

"These are making me crazy. I have been watching your hot huge nipples pushing against this barely-there top all night. They look like large grapes, hard and round, just right for my mouth, baby." He leaned into my neck and nibbled just below my ear, then sucked an earlobe into the heat of his mouth, and I felt it in each nipple. I gasped and squeezed my thighs together against a rush of cream. "I can smell your hot little pussy honey, is all that sweetness for me?" When I didn't answer, he cupped my left breast and lightly pinched the nipple. I automatically thrust my tits further into his hands and heard his amused chuckle. "Your husband says they are. I think these ripe little grapes and this sweet creamy pussy are all mine tonight."

God, how did he know what I needed? I felt dizzy as his cock pressed against my ass and he continued to play with my nipples, unnoticed in a crowd. "Are you mine tonight baby? Do I get to play with you however I want?" I was breathless, frozen in the moment, unable to believe someone had tapped into my desires so perfectly. "Answer me, sweet girl, or I may have to go away and take my big cock with me. You don't want to lose your big cock, do you now honey?" As he rolled his hips against my ass, I felt his fingers run up my neck to outline my lips. "Open." His command made me gasp again, and as my lips parted, he slipped his index finger onto my tongue. "Suck." I felt my cream running onto the leather barstool, tickling my thighs. His words were enough. I would have sucked anything he put into my mouth. I latched onto his finger and laved the tip with my tongue as I sucked the digit in and out of my hungry mouth. "That's my girl. Look at what a fucking sexy picture you make, baby. Your hard little tit is in one hand while your hot pink lips are sucking my finger like a warm-up cock. People are starting to notice you. They don't know whether they should be watching you or not."

He gave my tit one more squeeze before pulling away and straightening. "I think it's time we show everyone what you can do, baby girl. Let's dance." He swiftly turned my stool so that I faced him and he stood at my knees. His hands were on each side of the stool, locking me in. I looked up into his face. Jesus! Dark eyes surrounded by inky black lashes. His full lips were kicked up into a sexy half-smile. The lines at his mouth and eyes were just enough to make my mouth water. "Uncross your hot little legs honey." I felt his hands slide up the sides of my knees and he coaxed my legs apart. I obeyed without thinking and he stepped into the "V" he made, holding my knees snug against his hips. He leaned forward and ran his tongue against the seam of my lips, a whisper of a lick. Then he pulled my lower lip between his teeth and sucked. I whimpered, clinging to his sleeves like a rag doll. Just as soon as he was there, he retreated. Offering his hand, he kicked up another smile. "C'mon, sweet baby. There's more." I followed behind him as he weaved through the thickening crowd, holding my hand behind his back.

He guided us to the center of the dance floor, and pulled me close. Draping my arms over his shoulders, he locked my fingers around his neck and whispered close to my ear, "Keep them there baby, I want to play." I took a shaky breath, excited beyond my wildest imagination. His hands started a slow slide down the underside of my arms and came to rest at each side of my breasts, spanning my bare back, thumbs resting back under the curve of each little mound. With my arms raised, my nipples were stretched tight and high against his hard chest. As he began to move us slowly around the floor, his thumbs journeyed between us and circled the hard large nubs with devastating precision. My knees threatened to buckle. "Hold steady sweet girl." He gave each nipple a light pinch. "Lean into me, I won't let you fall." The thumbs went back to work on my hard large nips. He dropped one hand down to my lower back and nudged my pubic bone against his cock. Holding me there, his hand slid to my ass and started caressing the crease at the top of my leg in perfect rhythm with the slow torture he was inflicting on my nipple.

I heard myself moan. "Mmmm. Moan for me baby girl." He increased the circles on my ass cheek and gave a light pinch. "God you have a hot little ass." Let me feel you move it for me, angel. Grind your tight little butt for everyone to see. Just like a hot fuck with you on top baby." I felt my thong wedge even further into my pussy lips and I began to do what he asked. Each time I thrust forward, his hard cock nudged my clit. Each time I thrust back, his fingers pushed closer to my aching pussy. His other hand dropped to my ass to join the first, and his thigh moved between my legs. Soon I was simply humping his leg on the dance floor, barely aware that he had slid his hands under my skirt and was running his pussy-wet fingers over my tight little asshole. I had lost all sense of surroundings, hearing only the throb of the dance beat and his hypnotizing words in my ear as he coaxed my closer and closer to the edge. "Is my sweet little creamy slut wife ready to come? Everyone is ready to watch you come all over me, baby. You're such a hot little fuck doll, baby. Show them how you look when you come apart for me."

Turning me sideways in his arms, he slid a hand around my back and under my arm, supporting my weight. His fingers reached over my breast and pulled my blouse to the side, releasing my aching tit. His other hand snaked down between my legs and into my thong, finding my soaked slit and starting a slow massage that made my head roll back onto his arm. "Give me your mouth baby." I jerked up at his abrupt tone, catching a glint of power in his eyes, and melting into a puddle of need. He toyed with my lips like a cat with its prey, not quite engaging, but teasing and biting just enough to make me squirm in his arms. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see others watching us with steamy eyes, some fondling each other in turn. I was beyond caring. I was completely dependent upon the fingers playing my pussy and the brush of his palm against my exposed tit. I saw my husband grinning at my predicament, and then noticed his hand was under the skirt of a little brunette who had her head on his shoulder.

I was shocked and thought, "This whole thing was supposed to be about us and his fantasies". He was just using this as an excuse to play with other women. We hadn't even gotten into swapping yet. I thought, "I'll show him. I'm going to fuck this huge cock and maybe all the men in this bar." As my breathing became more ragged, my admirer pulled back slightly, his mouth hovering inches above mine. "Look at your sweet little tittie, honey, just waiting to be sucked, and this pussy is dripping down my wrist with enough cream for this whole bar. I could slide my cock into your hot little hole and fuck you standing, couldn't I, baby? So fucking hot and sweet! After you cum all over me I am going give your pussy some hard cock to cream on. You like cock, don't you baby girl? I watched you at the bar, looking for some cock for this hot little hole of yours." His fingers rolled my bursting nipple, tugging and squeezing, while his fingers hit the perfect rhythm that had me moaning into his neck.

"Give me my cream, sweet girl. Jesus. Cum now!" I bit his neck as my pussy thrust against his hand in an orgasm that had my knees buckling. He continued to rub and pet my oozing pussy as the contractions subsided, alternately pinching my puffy pussy-lips and slapping against my clit with his fingers. Every time he did, more juice ran from my throbbing slit. "Come here, little one." He faced me and lifted my legs around his waist, slipping his hands under my skirt, one finger sliding home into my drenched pussy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him carry me from the bar, no longer concerned about anyone seeing my shiny wet pussy lips peeking out from between my ass cheeks. He kissed me deep with his clever tongue all the way to his car, unlocked the door and placed me in the low seat with one more thrust of his finger in my dripping hole. Reclining the seat, he buckled me in, licked his fingers, and stepped back to shut the door. I heard him come around the car and let himself in.

After starting the engine, his finger returned to my slit, running up and down between my still hard clit to my cum-slick asshole. "We are going to my house for the rest of the weekend. I am going to fuck you, baby, until you scream my name. Your hot little pussy is mine. Your chewable little titties are mine. Your sweet little tight ass is mine, and your sinful, hot mouth is definitely mine. In fact, let's start getting that tempting little mouth warmed up on the way, shall we?" He had carried me from the bar, my pussy throbbing and achy from the mind-blowing orgasm. God! I had actually cum all over his fingers in the middle of a crowded dance floor! Now he was placing me in the car, still finger-fucking my slick vagina. In the glow of the street light, I saw that his eyes were a piercing green. His skin was tanned to perfection, weathered in all the right places, not too pretty-boy. He licked his fingers after pulling them from my pussy and his eyes held a gleam that took my breath away. I was ready for more. I wanted to know what he felt like.

Did he have hair on his chest? I knew he was all muscle, but not to bulky. His chest had been hard as a rock when he held me, and his thigh was the perfect firmness between my thighs on the dance floor. At the memory of straddling his thigh while he played with my exposed tit and pinched my ass, I felt a rush of fresh cream between my thighs. As he joined me in the car, his hand returned to my hungry pussy to find me gushing again. His fingers twisted in my thong and tugged, the drenched fabric giving away. I felt him pull the torn material from my pussy lips and immediately missed the sensation of the thong between my cheeks. "No more panties this weekend, baby girl. I want access to my pretty little pussy at all times." He gave my clit a light pinch and tugged it gently, drawing a moan from my throat. I closed my eyes as his fingers continued to explore the folds of my bare pussy. Then the hand was gone, and as I turned my gaze toward him, he brought his juice-slick fingers to my lips.

Painting my lips with cream, he leaned in and flicked my nipple with his tongue through the sheer fabric of my blouse. I was breathless, squirming in his plush bucket seat, unable to keep my thighs from rubbing together in an attempt to relieve the pressure. He sat back and watched me as I licked and nipped at his fingers, his heated gaze traveling over me. "So fucking hot, baby! Your pussy is perfectly pink and swollen, and Jesus, so wet. Open your thighs wider honey, so I can see my sweet little pussy." I raised a knee higher and let it drop to the side, thrusting my pelvis toward his gaze. "What do you want, sweet girl? Are you ready for some hard cock?" I licked my lips, tasting my cream, watching his eyes heat up at the sight. "You sucked my finger like a hungry little thing, maybe you are ready to suck something bigger? What do you think, baby? Ready to suck some hard cock?" My gaze dropped to his lap, where his fingers trailed over the line of a very impressive length inside his jeans.