You Wanna Do What?

Like some smooth, sensual serpent, the glistening cock glided out of Cindy's mouth. When the swollen head emerged, she lapped at its smooth surface while studying her husband. His big, nude body sat sprawled comfortably on their living room couch. Curly blonde hair cushioned his head against the wall. Those blue eyes she adored were shut. His lips were parted. It all combined into a look of expectant bliss.

And that meant, if she was going to do this, now was the time. "Ray, for my Valentine present, you asked what I wanted, remember? Well, what I want, more than anything else, is to make it with Carlo."

Ray's eyes popped open, his mouth snapped shut, and he stared down at her. The expression on his face now one of incredulity. "You wanna do what?"

"You asked what I wanted for Valentine's Day." Cindy paused to lick the sensitive spot under the flared head. "Well, what I want is to have sex with Carlo."

"Carlo Labruzzo? Our landlord? The guy we work for? You wanna screw a baldheaded, middle-aged, married guy? I mean, for someone his age, Carlo's in pretty good shape. But why him?"

"Because he's cute, super sweet, and with Anna being in Italy for the last month, he's horny as hell. But most of all, it's because he has, well," she paused, then rushed on, "he has this absolutely huge cock. Don't get me wrong, I love yours, and you. But I really want to find out what it's like to do it with one that big."

Ray looked totally nonplussed. "Okay. Mind telling me how you know Carlo's hung like a mule?"

"Anna told me. Women talk. The problem is, it's so big, and she's so tiny, they have problems, you know, in bed. Since I'm a nurse, she asked my advice—even showed me a few pictures. Very impressive."

Ray shook his head. "The idea of you two checking out photos of Carlo's hammer is, well, just a bit kinky."

Cindy took a slow lick up the length of Ray's shaft, then grinned. "It was for medical purposes only, you pervert. I suggested a few things, you know, different positions and such. But that went nowhere. Anna says she's open to anything that might help, but Carlo's very old-fashioned. She's not, maybe because she's so much younger. But for someone with her great looks and that figure you keep drooling over, she's super shy and a bit naïve about sex. Anyway, neither of them is sure what else they can do, much less how to do it. That's why they only make love in the missionary position."

"That cuddly little body of Anna's does make her a serious lust-object, no question. But then I have a very broad-minded appreciation for all forms of female beauty," said Ray, as he reached down and fondled Cindy's firm breasts.

They kissed and he settled back on the couch. "So you're saying they're afraid of screwing around with their screwing, right?"

"You do have a way with words," mumbled Cindy, as she nibbled on the stiff shaft. "Anyway, I didn't want to do anything until Anna got back. But last weekend he kept hanging around the office, flirting and checking me out. I didn't mind, of course. But the helpless, horny look on his face nearly broke my heart. Ray, nobody should be alone and that horny with St. Valentine's Day coming."

"And his having this super schlong never crossed your mind, right?"

"Oh, you." Her lips encircled the cock-head, then began a sensuous slide down the smooth shaft. When it was once again on the verge of coming, she returned to the subject.

"The way I figure it, balling Carlo would ease his misery, help him in bed with Anna and, yes, let me satisfy my curiosity about, you know, something that big. The problem is, he's so conservative, just coming on to him probably wouldn't work. That's also why, even if things do work out, I don't see how you could be there."

"I had a hunch that was coming, and I don't like it. We've always done everything together. But I see your point."

Cindy smiled at her husband. "Have I told you how much I love you, today?"

"Action speaks louder than words, woman."

The long shaft once again vanished between Cindy's lips. Her cheeks sunk in as she applied a strong suction. When both Ray and his cock began showing signs of an approaching climax, she went back to licking the stiff shaft.

"What I'm thinking about is flirting a lot at first, then getting the talk around to sex. That should be easy. The tricky part will be letting him know Anna told me about their problem and is behind any solution I try. If I get past that, I'll act real professional and say it might be possible to teach him how to use all that thing of his without tearing Anna in half."

"And you think you can handle what Anna can't?

Cindy nodded. "I'm bigger than she is and taller, too. So if I'm on top, it shouldn't be a problem. Besides, we've done it that way a lot and you're not exactly packing a cocktail frank, you know?"

"Bless you for that." Ray's voice was not steady. "Sounds like you've, uh, got it all figured out."

"I hope so. Look Ray, I know this sounds strange. But it's kind of important to me. Not just because of what I'd be doing, but because, well, I've always done anything you wanted when it comes to sex, and I always will. But this is something I really want to do, even though it's just for me. I won't do it though, unless you say it's okay."

Having completed her infomercial, Cindy caressed the straining shaft with her lips until Ray's body began to tremble. She paused and gently licked the purple head.

Ray shook his head and smiled. "Wife, you are one funny female, but I love being loved by you." "So is it okay with you?" she asked, before swallowing the entire shaft in one long, languid motion.

"You don't play fair," groaned Ray. "But yes, it's, oh, oh, okay."

#

Carlo and Anna were part owners and managers of the up-scale apartment complex where Ray and Cindy lived. The three, two-story brick units were built around garden-like courtyards that came complete with banana plants and fountains.

Even with her nurse's salary, it was a bit pricey for them. But the perfect location, in a quiet neighborhood about halfway between the hospital where she worked and the law school he attended, made it hard to resist. In exchange for a big cut on their rent, Ray did repair work while Cindy, who worked the evening shift, helped in the office..

The following Saturday was Valentine's Day. Cindy woke Ray early with a sloppy blowjob that tuned into a long session of lovemaking. Afterward, they lay together, cuddling and talking. Cindy had taken the weekend off from the hospital. That evening, they were going out for dinner with another couple and then checking out a private, couple's only, party that promised to be very interesting.

The subject changed to what she hoped to be doing with Carlo. Ray said it sounded like a lot more fun than his morning of research in the law library and that he expected a full report.

The office was a nice place to work. Prints of Italy filled the white walls of the converted, one-bedroom apartment. Potted plants were everywhere. A doorway had been cut between it and the larger one Carlo and Anna used next door.

It was a cold, rainy day in the middle of the month and very slow. Cindy spent most of the morning alone, answering a few calls, taking a late rent payment, straightening up the place, and reading. At least, she would have been alone if Carlo hadn't kept stopping by. That was okay since it gave her plenty of chances to flirt.

The office closed at one on Saturdays. Afterward, she joined Carlo in his apartment for the end-of-the-day glass of wine he always insisted on serving.

Cindy had never been impressed with her own looks. Granted, Ray said he loved her figure and people were always going on about her legs. But brown-eyed brunettes were not her idea of sexy. Still, she couldn't miss Carlo's looks of lust and longing as they talked.

By their second glass of wine, he was practically panting. So she edged the conversation around to Valentine's Day, then to love, followed by sex, and finally the "problem" Anna had mentioned. Carlo blushed to the top of his bald head, but admitted that due to his endowment, and Anna being so small, their sex life was very constrained. "Anna has learned to bear the pain. She knows how it is with a man, with me. And we wanted children. But the doctor's say that's not to be. Anyway, I try not to put too much, you know, inside her so it won't hurt. Still...."

Cindy nodded with real sympathy. "You know, when Anna and I talked about this, I told her it might be possible for you two to have sex without her having all that pain. She said anything I could do would be a blessing. If you want, I can show you how it can be done."

The implication that Anna favored this offer might not be exactly true. But then Anna hadn't objected when Cindy mentioned sexual surrogate therapy and volunteered to see what she might be able to do about the problem.

The smile on Carlo's face seemed a good sign, so Cindy pressed on. "What I'm talking about is a new scientific technique called sexual surrogate therapy. There are ways you and Anna can have normal sex without pain. I'll be glad to show you how. But that's only if you feel it's all right."

When Carlo hesitated, she quickly continued. "Sexual surrogate therapy works best in familiar, comfortable surroundings. Your bedroom would do fine. And believe me, we'd be doing therapy, not fooling around on our spouses. Ray knows all about surrogate therapy and I've told you what Anna said." From the look on his face, it was obvious sexual surrogate therapy sounded good to Carlo. When he nodded, Cindy's smile broadened. "Good. Let me get a few things from my apartment. Why don't you pour us some more wine and try to relax till I get back."

A few minutes later, she returned with a tote bag, took the glass of wine Carlo offered her, then went into the bedroom. Family pictures crowded the top of two dressers. An old-fashioned, dark wood, four-poster bed dominated the room. It looked perfect, cozy and comfortable..

Then Cindy noticed the crucifix hanging above the bed. Her family had been, at best, lukewarm Unitarians. Still, the somber icon was a jarring note considering what she hoped to be doing soon.

When she came out of the bedroom, a white lab coat and white shoes had replaced her sweater and jeans. She regretted not having white hose on. That would have been a nice touch. But the only white stockings she owned were pantyhose, and something told her they would not appeal to her audience.

The new clothes surprised Carlo, but their professional look seemed to reassure him. "You look so nice. Thank you for doing this, for Anna and me."

"It's my pleasure. But we really need to get started." She smiled and headed toward the bedroom followed closely by her first-ever sexual surrogate therapy patient.

Once inside, Cindy seated Carlo on the edge of the bed. She remained standing, and told him that before the primary therapy began, it was important to insure the patient was in a receptive mood for treatment. "It's a critical, therapeutic step. But the procedure used varies from therapist to therapist, and patient to patient. The technique I've picked is a bit personal, but it should be effective. And, well, it's also a thank you for all the kindnesses you and Anna have shown Ray and me."

With that, she began unbuttoning her lab coat. As the last one came open, she turned her back to Carlo and let the coat slip off her shoulders. After tossing it on a chair, she turned back wearing nothing but shoes and a slightly nervous smile. Carlo gasped as his gaze riveted on her nude body. When he just kept looking, Cindy moved nearer, took his big hands in hers and placed them on her hips, then encouraged him to enjoy anything he saw and liked. When he hesitated, she said, in a teasing voice, that her feelings might be hurt if he didn't try all the things her body had to offer.

Given this permission, Carlo began acting like a kid with a fabulous new toy. Shyly at first, then with more authority, he stroked her breasts and bottom, played with her inner thighs and explored the patch of curly brown hair that adorned her pussy. When Cindy suggested he might like to taste her breasts, he quickly accepted her invitation.

After several minutes of increasingly bold petting, Cindy leaned away and looked down at Carlo, "But this isn't fair, I'm having all the fun. Why don't you relax for a minute and let me have a turn?" Carlo grinned, leaned back on his hands, and watched as Cindy knelt between his heavily muscled legs. The big bulge in his khaki pants, her Valentine's present, was inches away, ready to be unwrapped. She tried not to rush, tried to take her time and be seductive, but failed.

The cock was too long and stiff to pull out through the open zipper. When Carlo's pants were in a pile on the floor, she still had to unsnap his boxer shorts before being able to extract her prize. When it sprang into view, Cindy knew her time had been well spent.

Anna's photos hadn't done the monster justice. It was enormous, but there was more to it than just size, although that was almost intimidating. The long, fat shaft curved gently upward until, many inches later, it ended at a big, uncircumcised head that practically demanded attention. As she studied this trophy, Cindy's stomach twisted and churned with excitement.

She took a deep breath and tried to sound professional, but couldn't still the excited tremor in her voice. "Carlo, I think it's time to begin the, uh, therapy. The first thing to do is get both of us prepared. Okay?"

For a few minutes, Cindy tried to give Carlo a blowjob. But the cock's oversized dimensions made her job almost impossible. Just getting the gigantic head between her lips and teeth was a struggle.

Once it was secured inside her mouth, she still found it tough to do more than make small movements with her head. It was a long way from the great blowjob she'd planned, but Carlo seemed happy.

The churning in her stomach and the burning in her groin would no longer allow the postponement of her rendezvous with Carlo's massive member. After a last, very long lick, she stood and helped Carlo take off his shirt. Though on the short side, he was built like a wrestler with a big chest and well-muscled arms. Only the occasional white hair hinted at his age. It was easy to see how he'd attracted the much younger Anna.

"Part of the therapy involves your learning a new position that should help you and Anna make love more naturally. Instead of you always being on top and driving that huge thing into her, I'm going to show you how she can be on top. Once you've taught her how it's done, she'll be more comfortable and you should be able to lay back and enjoy the ride. Now I want you to lay on your back in the middle of the bed."

Carlo looked skeptical, but followed orders. Cindy pulled out a tube of lubricant from her bag, then crawled into bed beside him. "The first thing we need to do is get both of us ready. As big as you are, this is very important with Anna. There's no reason you couldn't do this for yourself. But it might be more fun if I do it for you. Okay?"

There were no objections. As Carlo watched with growing excitement, Cindy filled her palm with lubricant and began spreading it over the massive cock. It quivered in response to her touch. The cock head, so big it filled her hand, got an extra thick coating.

When Carlo balked at returning the favor, Cindy decided not to pressure him but to become very clinical. She knelt on one knee, her pussy mere inches from his face. "Carlo, this is very important. If Anna's too shy to do it herself, you must help her. So pay attention to what I do."

It was a pointless command. Carlo stared, open mouthed, as Cindy began lubricating herself. When she slipped a big glob inside her pussy, he gasped and she worried he might have a heart attack, or come right then.

Anxious to avoid either catastrophe, she finished quickly. "That's about all there is to the preparatory part. Of course, some couples spend a lot more time on it than we did. Whatever you and Anna feel comfortable with is fine. Anyway, if you're ready, I think it's time we stopped preparing and started practicing. Don't you?"

Carlo swallowed and nodded, then stared as Cindy straddled his hips. A sudden reservation swept over her as she looked down at the big pole bobbing between her legs.

She shook her head, as if to break the spell, and then looked up at Carlo, "Are you ready?" It was a foolish question. Carlo was very ready. Without taking his eyes off her body, he nodded and emphatic, yes.

"All right, let's get started, then. Why don't you help out by aiming your erection toward me?" Within seconds, Carlo had his cock pointed towards her pussy.

"Fine. Now let me do, uh, do the rest." Cindy wondered if Carlo had noticed the tremor in her voice. From the look on his face, he'd heard nothing for some time now. After one last look at what was waiting for her, she took a deep breath and began moving down toward the huge cock.

Later, she wasn't sure how much therapy Carlo received, but Cindy was certain what she'd gotten—one hell of a fucking. It began with her fingers wrapped around the slippery, flared cock head, guiding it toward her churning pussy. Once the head touched her pubs, it seemed to develop a life of its own, as it rooted between her pussy lips searching for a way inside. Once the opening was located, the head shoved its way inside.

With both apprehension and excitement, Cindy felt the walls of her vagina stretching as the big head forced its way into her body. It felt like an enormous log was being driven into her.

Cindy became transfixed as inch after inch of the thick shaft sank ever deeper into her pussy. Though she was sitting on top of Carlo, whenever she tried to pull up, some force seemed to draw her back down onto his giant pole. And each time she slid back, she took more and more of that incredible cock.

It was remorseless, splitting her open ever wider, filling her with body shaking waves of erotic agony and ecstasy. There was no pause, no relief, until the entire length seemed embedded inside her. Before Cindy could catch her breath, Carlo began thrusting into her. Somewhere, deep inside her body, the giant cock head hammered at the back of her pussy. Each thrust became a torment. Cindy realized that unless she could get control, Carlo might bruise or maybe even damage her organs.

Uh, say Carlo, oh, oh, you know you're in just about as deep as I can, oh, as I can stand. Just, ah, relax and uh, lay back and let me do all the--Oh, God--all the work. Okay? Please." After that last pussy wrenching thrust, he complied.

Now that she could set the pace, it wasn't that hard to find a good stroke. There were a few, breath-taking false starts she discovered the best position was leaning so far forward, Carlo could nibble on her boobs while she kept pounding her hips up and down on his huge cock. There was no pain in this position, just a steady rush of incredible sensations.

Each plunge back down that long, thick shaft was a sensual adventure. The giant head felt like a fist moving up and down inside her vagina. Carlo might be old and bald, but his thick shaft was stretching her beyond belief while the huge head went where no cock had gone before.

Two rapid, intense orgasms seemed to contract her body around the big pole. They left her hot, sweaty, and panting, but wanting more. It was on the way.

With a strangled cry, Carlo arched upward driving his cock back into new depths inside Cindy. The shock of that savage thrust ignited another climax. Her body jerked upright, putting even greater pressure on her battered pussy.

As Cindy groaned under the force of her own gut-wrenching orgasm, Carlo emitted an animal-like sound and began pumping his long pent-up load deep within her writhing body. Their bodies fused into a lover's knot as they shared each other's passion. Then, after one last gentle thrust, Carlo sighed and collapsed back on the bed. Moments later, Cindy shook like a rag doll, then collapsed on top of the exhausted Carlo.

Sometime later, she managed to dismount from Carlo. With a loud plop, his still long but now pliable cock emerged from deep inside her body and then flopped onto his belly. There was a pleased, sleepy, contended look on his face. As she dressed, Cindy looked at him and smiled. "You seem to have enjoyed the therapy. I'm glad. I'd never done it before."

"You were wonderful," said Carlo. "Now I can't wait for my Anna to come back."

As she walked to her own apartment, Cindy touched her belly, marveling at the feelings still inside her. She hoped Ray wasn't home. It'd give her time to clean up and compose herself and think about what to tell him. But, of course, Ray was home.

When she saw him come out of kitchen with a glass of wine, Cindy leaned back against the door. The tote bag with the lab coat and white shoes slipped from her numb fingers. She closed her eyes. How was Ray going to react?

"Here," he said, offering her the wine, "you probably need something stronger, but this will have to do."

She took a long drink, said, "Thanks. I needed that," then studied her husband's face over the rim. He's trying to be nice, but I suppose he's hurt, or pissed. After all, he can only imagine what just happened. I'm not even sure myself. But I am sure my pussy is still throbbing from Carlo's cock.

And this whole thing was all my idea, not his. Carlo's a sweet man, and maybe what I did really will help him and Anna. But all I wanted was to find out what it felt like to get something that big shoved inside me. Well I found out all right. Boy, but did I ever find out. She smiled at the memory and finished her wine.

Ray reached for the glass. "So, how'd it go?"

"There were a couple of times I thought it might be more than I could handle. But, I guess it was worth it. No, that's not true. The whole thing was just incredible. Not that I want a repeat. No thank you. Something that big limits what you can do, at least what I could do. How Anna has managed to keep him happy all these years is beyond me. But maybe, what I did today will help them. I don't know."

Ray nodded. "I suppose being a sex therapist can take a lot out of person or, in this case, put a lot in. But after all that meat, well, things around here might seem pretty tame."

The sudden note of insecurity in Ray's voice made her heart jump. It told her louder than any words, just how much she meant to him. And it reminded her how much she needed his love. "Ray, would you please," she knew she was begging but didn't care, "please hug me and say you still love me."

Ray smiled and wrapped her in his arms. "Okay, I love you. And I'm sorry about this smile, but I can't help wondering if any other guy has ever said that to his wife in this particular situation?"

Cindy giggled and snuggled closer. "Who knows? Anything's possible on Valentine's Day. Which reminds me, you haven't gotten your presents yet."

"Presents? So where are they, woman?"

"Don't be impatient. I plan on giving you one this evening you should really like. But you'll have to wait a couple weeks on your special present." Cindy looked at her husband with a big, knowing smile. "You see, it's in Italy. Anna sent us a Valentine's card with a note. She says if all went well with Carlo's treatment, and it did, she'd also like to try some one-on-one therapy, but from you.

"Happy Valentine's Day, dear."

END

Bel has the Balls and All!

My best friend Belinda was upset. Her husband had just left her, and he told her she was a dud in bed, and that was the reason he was leaving. She was shattered and needed some confidence, so I decided to help her out.

I told my husband of my plans, and he was more than happy to help out and let me do this special thing for Bel as she tried to come to grips with the nasty comments and treatment from her now 'ex'.

So without boring you with the details, here is what happened on the night I did my best to prove Bel's ex wrong, and give her sexual self-confidence a much needed boost.

At two o'clock in the afternoon Terry and I arrived at the hotel, and began to set up the large suite for the night ahead. Terry, my husband, was to be the caterer, security and the videographer. You see, I wanted Bel to have a record of everything that happened that night, so she could watch it whenever she felt in need of a confidence boost, but also just to prove to her that her ex was wrong.

Terry and I spent a lovely hour having a spa and just cuddling once we had everything set up. He knew I didn't want to fuck, but was happy to just laze in the hot water and enjoy each other's company before we got dressed, heading out for an early dinner, and then arriving back at the suite ready for the night to begin.

I was dressed in my classic black gown, full length and made from shiny lycra and cotton. It is a gorgeous, classy dress that hugs every curve like a second skin. On my feet I wore classic black pumps, and just a little jewellery, with red lipstick.

Terry was wearing his casual trousers and shirt, and was busy setting up the video cameras when the men arrived. You see, I had arranged for three men to be present, to help us boost Bel's sexual self-confidence.

I must admit I was pleasantly surprised when the guys walked in. hey had followed my instructions to the letter, and were all wearing identical outfits. Black pants and shoes, black bow ties and nothing else! I wanted them to look like the classic old Chippendale strippers, and they sure did! I had chosen them wisely from all the men I know at the gym. I had fucked one of them before, Carl, and he was awesome in bed. I told him what I wanted to do, and he said he'd organise the rest, which he did. He introduced Shane and Travis, and as I kissed them on the cheek each, I wondered what their cocks would feel like in my mouth, pussy and wherever else later that night!

We all chatted a while and relaxed over a few drinks. Terry had stocked up the bar fridge after we arrived, and as he set to work finalising all the video and camera gear, I got the guys to all try on their masquerade masks. I wanted Bel to have anonymous, wild sex with the three men, and so I had asked them to wear the masks that allow their eyes to be covered, but their nose and mouth to be exposed. After all, it was important that their tongues be accessible!

Bel was due to arrive by cab at nine, and as the clock struck exactly nine, my mobile rang. It was Bel, and she was in the foyer downstairs.

"I'm on my way, honey!" I said, before organising for the guys to be hidden away in the bathroom, and the big bed to be laid back for the fun to begin when we returned.

Terry checked the gear and everything was ready. I left the four men drinking and chatting and headed for the lift in my black gown and heels. I knew I looked hot, and the fact I was wearing no panties underneath made me feel hot as well as I walked down the hallway toward the lift.

In the lift I was looking at the lights as everyone does, when the bell rang on the seventh floor and the door opened. In walked a handsome man, who smiled, pressed the lobby and stood next to me. I smelled his after shave, and immediately my nipples went hard. He was wearing Hugo Boss, and I wanted him there and then!

I smiled his direction, and as we began small talk, the lift arrived at the lobby and we politely went our separate ways.

In the lobby I spotted Bel right away. She was wearing an incredible short, red cocktail dress that flowed down between her huge boobs nicely, and on her heels were her brand new Jimmy Choo sandals. She carried a small clutch purse and her wild, brown hair was cascading down around her gorgeous face, highlighting her green eyes.

"You look stunning!" I told her. "Let's see what Rick says about you now!"

"That bastard? God, he'd kill me for going out dressed like this! Besides, he's in the past now....so tell me, what is going on? What have you cooked up for me tonight?"

"All in good time, my darling, all in good time!" I said, taking her by the arm and heading to the bar in the lobby for a quick drink to help Bel relax.

I ordered two champagnes, and as we chatted I could tell she was nervous, but excited. Rick had really done a number on her self-esteem, and I was determined to repair the damage that very night, and prove to her that she was not only beautiful, sexy and desirable, but, despite what Rick said, a dynamo in bed too!

As we finished our drinks, I took her by the hand, and we headed for the lift, and up to sexual abandonment! Bel was fidgeting and very nervous as the lights showed we were heading towards the fifteenth floor.

"You'll be fine, baby! You'll have a great time, I promise. And, even more than that, you can prove to yourself that Rick was wrong in everything he said."

The lift arrived and we stepped out, into the corridor and walked towards the room.

Once inside, Terry kissed Bel on the cheek and commented on her outfit.

"WWhhoooo hoo! Baby! You look good enough to eat, honey!!"

"Down, boy!" I said, not wanting to overwhelm Bel too early, knowing what she was about to enjoy and wanting it to be a long, pleasurable night for her.

"Ok, ok. It's just hard not to want to jump her bones, very time I see her, that's all! You look H-O-T, Bel.Rick is a fool and a tool for what he said and did to you, honey. There's always room in my bed if you ever need a cock to sit on!"

I slapped him over the head, and he jumped away, heading to the bar fridge to grab us all a drink. We shared another champagne and then, as Bel was starting to get a little anxious, I decided to begin the proceedings.

"Bel, honey, tonight Terry and I have decided to do something to boost your self-confidence, ok? We have been worried by what Rick said and did to you, and as your best, best friends, we want to help you regain that sexual spirit you used to have before he left. Now, honey, do you trust us both?"

She looked at us nervously, sipping her champagne, an inquisitive look in her eye.

"Ummmmm. I guess......so.......yes! Why? What's going on here?"

Her voice was a combination of nervousness and sexual excitement, and I knew that given how well she knew us, she was expecting something wildly erotic in nature.

"Well......let's just say.......you need to trust us and enjoy the next couple of hours. We've gone to great lengths, and considerable expense to make sure this next few hours is the sexiest, most erotic time you've ever had in your life, ok?"

Her eyes lit up.

"Wow! Now you're really getting me wet, Kim," she said, downing the rest of her champagne.

"Good, but let me promise you, you're not even slightly damp now compared to what I have in store for you! Now, put down that glass, stand up and come over here with me."

Bel stood and put down the glass, then walked over to where I was standing near the bed. I moved in behind her and reached up with my hands to put on the sexy little lycra blindfold I had bought from home. It was stretchy, but completely blocked all vision, which meant Bel was standing there completely unable to see what was happening. Behind us, Terry flicked on the various recording equipment, and began filming the action from three angles simultaneously, thanks to his comprehensive preparation earlier that day. He then moved to the bar stools by the lounge and sat on one, sipping on a beer as he watched me position the blindfold then move Bel's hands back behind her, tying them together with a second piece of the lycra cloth.

Once she was bound and blindfolded, I stepped back to take in the sight before me. Bel was stunning, and her nipples were clearly hard as they poked through the thin material of her red dress encasing them. She was biting her lip, and in preparation for the men being introduced, I moved forward, kissed her on the lips, and our tongues met with erotic passion. She moved her head forward to put more pressure on my own lips as we kissed, and my hands rose to find her breasts, squeezing gently before I pinched each nipple in my hand firmly, causing her to gasp a little at the force of my actions. Then, stepping around behind her once more, I ran my fingers down her bare back, my nails slowly scratching their way down her spine, eliciting a guttural growl from the awesome brunette in the red dress and heels.

I repeated this action four or five times, until red welts appeared on her tender skin, and I then stepped back to take in the sight before me. Bel strained her neck to listen, trying to figure out what was going to happen next. I indicated Terry should swap places with me, and he did so, almost rushing at her, his erect penis sticking out lewdly in the front of his shorts. He moved in behind Bel, and as she sensed him behind her, she arched her neck forward and to the side, indicating a willingness to let him bite or kiss her neck. He did both. As he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck, she gasped and rocked backwards, her butt pushing down and striking the erection that was pressed against the flimsy material of the red dress. Her bound hands struggled to grip the hard cock pressing into her ass crevice, and she moaned and grunted with frustration as Terry continued to bite and kiss her neck.

Just as suddenly as he had appeared, I indicated to Terry it was time to move away, and reluctantly, he removed his stiff cock from between her cheeks, and stepped back, causing Bel to squeak with the shock of the withdrawal.

She was now ripe for the picking, and it was time to unleash the three men from the bathroom.

I walked silently to the door and opened it, and I noticed Bel straining to hear what was going on. Inside, the three muscled studs were ready. They were all masked up, and sporting smiles. They knew what they needed to do, and I know they were looking forward to it. Kissing each of them longingly myself, I ushered them all into the room where Bel stood in her red dress and heels, her nipples poking prominently through the material as they had been earlier.

Without a word, the three men moved in, and, still dressed like Chippendale's strippers, the six hands hit Bel's skin and body simultaneously, causing her to thrash her head about, in a vain attempt to understand what was happening. She must have been confused by all the touching, because she was making a noise that was a combination of moaning arousal and frightened shrieking as the six hands touched her breasts, lifted her dress, rubbed her thighs, and touched her bare pussy underneath the dress.

The men then started adding their combined mouths to the lovemaking, and before long, Bel's hands were untied behind her back, freeing her to touch, feel and discover who was making love to her. Bel's red dress was lifted above her head and the men had free reign to admire her ample boobs and subtle curves as she was displayed before them. She was not wearing a bra, and those amazing nipples were jutting out hugely now, before two men moved in and took a nipple each in their hungry mouths. Her tits were sucked, even as the third man moved behind her and pushed his now exposed cock from hi trousers into the crease between her thighs. His hands dropped to cradle her buttocks, and after creating a small gap for his cock to slide between her ass cheeks and rub her pussy lips from behind, he began a slow rocking motion that had her moaning in seconds.

As the other men kept sucking and biting her nipples, Bel's hands were busy unzipping their trousers, releasing the cocks held within. Soon she was being touched by all three cocks, the first wedged between her ass cheeks, sliding in and out making her good and wet in her pussy, the other two in her hands as she pumped them and made sure they were nice and hard.

As she enjoyed the feel of the three strange cocks, and having her nipples sucked and bitten, I felt it was time for the action to hotten up a little. I clapped my hands twice, the pre-arranged signal for them action to move to the bed, and the men lifted her up, their cocks still in he hands, and carried her, blindfolded still, to the bed where they lay her down, before joining her and beginning the action in earnest.

On her back, one man lowered his face to suck her tits again, and she threw her head backing arousal as I watched his teeth bite down quite hard on her left nipple, even as his right hand squeezed her left breast firmly. Guy number two took her head in his hands, and getting on his knees near her head, offered, no, demanded she suck his cock that was now very hard and only inches from her mouth. She took his cock in her mouth with relish, and before long she was slobbering her own saliva all over his shaft as she attempted to suck his entire cock down her throat. The third guy dropped to his knees between her legs, and started to finger her already wet pussy, before combining the action of his fingers with a wild tongue lashing of her bulging clit. She was fast becoming totally aroused, her body starting to glisten in the warm night air with sweat, her breathing becoming faster and laboured as she continued to enjoy the combined arousal whilst sucking the cock in her mouth.

The three of them were making love now, and I knew Bel was enjoying the action, as her moans and yelps were telling Terry and I how much she wanted to fuck. Once again I clapped my hands, and at that point, the men stopped what they were doing, the cock in her mouth popping audibly from her lips, as one man positioned himself flat on the bed, and the other two held her over him, until the message was clear. He was going to fuck her.

They lowered her down, and her hand guided the stranger's cock into her with one smooth, deep stroke. She looked amazing as he boobs began to shake slightly up and down as she was bounced u and down by the two men holding her on the third. The cock looked hot as it slid in and out of her pussy, and she rewarded the men holding her upright by taking their stiff cocks in her mouth, alternating between them, making sure that as she was fucked from below, the other two men's cocks were not ignored.

I knew now was the time for me to get involved. I wanted to give Bel her first orgasm since Rick had trashed her sexual confidence. I crawled onto the bed between the two men having their cocks sucked, and positioned myself between the legs of the man fucking her. Leaning down and inwards, I managed to get close enough for my tongue to find the throbbing, swollen clitoris as she rode the cock within her pussy. Every time he thrust upwards, deeper into her cunt, Bel's clit would bulge forward and I would have better access to thrash it with my wet, flickering tongue.

She did not last long.

Within three minutes of my tongue first lashing her throbbing clit, she began to cum and her whole body stiffened, her nipples thrust forward, and as my tongue struggled to continue flicking her clit, she came like a thunderbolt on my tongue, on the cock inside her, and almost bit off the cock of the guy on her left as she exploded into a wild mess of contracting body parts and screaming flesh upon the cock inside her.

I managed to keep lashing her clit until she physically collapsed onto my head, the cock inside her popping free as she fell forwards on to of my body, the cock in her mouth falling free as she began to breathe normally again on top of my body.

Slowly she peeled her body from me as I lay underneath her. I looked up and saw Terry standing there, his erect cock in his hand, a small video camera in the other. He was grinning, and his cock was stiff as a board, pointing at me.

"Fuck that was hot!" he said to Bel, as she looked up and saw him standing there filming the action.

Bel smiled and I was pleased our plan was working. She was glowing with confidence, but the night was young and there were several horny men with scrotums full of sperm still on the bed as she turned around and prepared to dive back in like a penguin chasing sardines.

Three minutes later, as I sat on the bed watching and touching when I felt the urge, Bel was again riding a cock. This time she was being fucked from behind, as she continued to suck the cock of the first guy she had ridden to her own orgasm. Watching my best friend get spit roasted on the bed next to me was fucking horny, and as the third guy came over to my side of the bed, I merely pushed his head down towards my bald beaver, indicating he should make use of the tongue god gave him and pleasure my clit as I voyeuristically enjoyed the threesome unfolding before me.

Just as the guy in Bel's pussy announced he was going to cum, she spun around, sitting out the cock that was lodged in her throat, and jammed the already spurting member in her hungry mouth, gulping down the sperm as the owner grunted and groaned his way through what was clearly a mind blowing cum. His cock emptied his entire seed into my slutty friend as she gulped down his sperm, and as the man licking me pushed a finger into my own wet cunt, I too had an orgasm that was somewhat mind-blowing in proportions, my body wracked with the seizure like contractions only an orgasm or childbirth can bring on in a woman.

The guy who had been getting a blow job from Bel pushed her down onto her stomach, and before she could even attempt to assist, his cock was buried balls deep into her from behind. It was all too much for Terry, and he came over to the bed, kissed me on the lips, then knelt down before me and fed his rock hard cock into my pussy even as the guy licking me got out of the way and reached forward to suck Bel's tits as she rolled sideways to offer them to him as the man behind her fucked her like a jackhammer.

The room resembled a roman orgy, and as my husband buried his seed into my cunt, way earlier than usual and way too early for my liking, the guy fucking Bel's pussy pulled out and offered me his spurting cock. I was slightly disappointed by the flaccid cock being pulled from my cunt, and so I instinctively grabbed the spurting cock and jammed it in my throat, swallowing down a rather nice tasting load, licking my lips before grabbing the one guy that hadn't cum yet, and positioned him on the floor below me.

I glanced across at Bel, but she appeared done for the moment. She was propped up on her elbows, and seemed content to watch me in action. I looked over to find Terry, and he was pointing a video camera at me, so I went to town and put on a performance worthy of an Oscar for fucking!

I took the younger of the three guys in my ass, and as he fucked my bum within an inch of my stomach, I came like a hurricane and ended up stuffing what was left of the head of his cock into my rectum as he came, demanding that he fill my bowels to the brink with his hot, white cum!

He obliged.

The next two hours were spent sucking, fucking, licking, swallowing, squirming, begging, cumming and fucking like no other time in my life.

A week later Bel was on the couch at our home. Terry was flicking the remote, and we were cuddling as we sipped champagne. I savoured Bel's breasts in my hands as the screen came to life, and the 'Ben Hur' of fucking from the week earlier flickered into life.

"Thanks, you guys. It was just what I needed," she said, her eyes glued to the screen.

THE END