Pt. II: The First Evening
In our first afternoon Maria had been transformed from a sexually inexperienced housewife into a willing participant to a new lifestyle. In her first hours in Miami she had been finger fucked at the airport parking lot, had performed oral sex while in a crowded expressway, had her first bisexual experience with my wife and lost her anal virginity to my willing member.
After such prolific copulation, stoned on wine and weed, we slept for six hours, waking up at 10p.m, then dressed to go out on the town. My wife and Maria both wore black. Elizabeth wore a mid-thigh dress with a low cut front showing off her cleavage while Maria wore a one-strap dress. They both looked sensational, their round nipples showing hard on the thin material of the garments.
"I've used your mouth and your ass," I told Maria, "Before morning I will have your third hole. When your husband arrives tomorrow afternoon he will find you well-fucked."
She smiled. Her nervousness had disappeared with the enjoyment of her first threesome.
"We will go to several places tonight," I said, "and you will obey me blindly. Do you understand?"
She nodded in acceptance.
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I had been in Miami for an afternoon and my life had changed. I went from inexperienced I've-never-fucked-anyone-but-my-husband housewife to performing a threesome. I felt like a slut, but it felt good, felt erotic. I was a bad girl and suddenly I enjoyed being a bad girl. I was somewhat apprehensive about the way Rick treated me, but he also made me wet just by the way he ordered me around or looked at me with a twisted grin.
We walked to a nearby club and Rick did not dance but allowed his wife and I to dance with each other. We did a couple of fast numbers and when a slow one came we went breast to breast, her nipples against mine and I could feel guys at the bar staring and making comments but I did not care. I belonged to Rick and Elizabeth. I was their toy. I was enjoying not wearing panties and the way men stared as I crossed and uncrossed my legs.
We had been smoking weed and drinking hard liquor and I was looped. When Elizabeth and I returned to the table, we found that Rick was talking to a friend. The man, introduced as Jerry, winked at me with a knowing look. Within minutes, his hands were groping me in the darkness of the booth. My nipples felt like hot coals.
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Jerry suggested the four of us walk to his condo a couple of blocks away. I told Maria to walk a few feet ahead of us, so people would think she was alone. Before she had cleared the nightclub parking lot a young college student coming in the opposite direction gave her the eye.
"Hey, buddy," I said, "You like that meat?"
"Sure," he answered, taken aback by my question.
"She's one my sluts," I answered as we all stopped, "want to play with her?"
"You her pimp?"
" I don't make money from sluts, I just use them. They like it and I like it."
We walked a few feet to an alley where we stood behind a large Dumpster. Maria's eyes were wide, nervously darting back and forth between us. She was feeling doubts again.
"Maria, my obedient whore," I said looking directly at her, "I want you to beat this young man's meat and tell him a little about yourself, about your sex life, so he can come comfortably."
She nodded slowly. She was terrified but I could sense her excitement.
"You," I said to the man with the college sweatshirt, "feel her up but no penetration, is that understood?"
He agreed with a leer. The show was on.
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