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The incident in the parking lot had been their first cocktail lounge meeting, but not their first 'guest', in their home. After the 'Rear View' adventure, they had re-thought what they really wanted. The episode with Ean had been great and had turned them both on. But looking back on it, Ben and Morgan weren't at all sure just how serious Ean was about playing master and slave. If Mo were to be anyone's sex slave, then she would be Ben's slave, not someone they had just met. They concluded that it would be wiser to start off with a kinder gentler version of Ean. It was only a couple of weeks after the 'Rear View' adventure that their new story begins.

They had already decided to always pick married men, judging that married men were less likely to become a problem, and were much more likely to be STD-free. After corresponding to the replies from a few more underground newspaper adds and several two-on-one meetings, Ben and Morgan found just what they wanted.

It would be the first real 'Mo fucking', and it was to be handled by Richard. A buttoned down, successful, but over-worked Boston real-estate executive, Richard was obviously polished, well dressed, well spoken. Still, he was a plain looking man. Richard was a quiet, typical sex-starved, married man. Richard wasn't aggressive at all and Mo and Ben were drawn to his honest quiet qualities. They wondered what would happen if Mo really turned him on.

Richard had actually been among the first group of men to send them his telephone number and picture. His picture was average, but his short note was very sincere and it caught their attention. It was one of those kinds of notes that are not really that special at first read, but that some how you keep going back to. They were very glad later they had. Richard was in his early forties, 5'10" more or less, with brown hair and brown eyes; a very clean cut and professional looking guy. He was a scotch not beer, tennis not football, type of man.

The night he first came to their house it was a frosty New England-fall evening. Bright red and orange leaves chased each other across the front lawn, and the acrid smell of burning leaves hung in the air, bringing back old memories of apple cider and Halloween; just a typical October evening in Massachusetts.

They saw the headlights as he pulled into their horseshoe drive, stop the car and turned off his lights. This was it! A moment later he knocked at the front door.

They had met the week before, so introductions weren't necessary. Ben took his elegant topcoat and he and Mo exchanged quick pecks on the cheek. Rich, was clearly shy and nervous, but Mo and Ben had planned on that.

"Richard, let me get you a drink and you and Mo can talk. Sorry, but I forgot," Ben explained to him, "to buy Mo's favorite sparkling wine, so I need to run out. I'll be right back... the liquor store is only a couple of blocks away. Be back in fifteen or twenty minutes."

Richard was warming his hands over the fire at the round, center of the room fireplace as Ben left. There was pleasant background music playing and the lighting was dim, but adequate for their purpose. Ben went out the back door and started his car, made some noise and shut the car engine back off. Even if Ben had left, the car was in their back driveway, so Richard couldn't see the car leave or return, and of course Ben hadn't.

Their living room was their favorite room in the house. Added on before they had purchased the home, it was an A-frame with an open ceiling, exposing the varnished beams. It was three steps down from the rest of the house, and had a wall of massive picture windows, wall-to-wall carpet and as already described a center-of-the-room fireplace. The curtains had been drawn before Richard arrived, so the effect was one of warmth and coyness.

Ben had on a warm jacket for the close to freezing temperature, but in his rush he had had forgotten his gloves... big mistake. He zipped up his jacket and quietly walked around the back of the house. When he got to the side living-room window, Ben could see Richard and Mo perfectly as they had left the back edge of the drape open for him to be able to see.

Richard had seated himself on the couch with his scotch. Mo was sitting next to him, with her bare feet tucked under herself, her arm over the back of the couch and half turned toward him while they talked. Mo was wearing a full pleated skirt and a plain silky blouse.

Her fingers stroked his cheek at least once and his hand was lying on her thigh on top of the skirt fabric. After a minute or so of talking, Mo leaned forward and kissed him. She then kissed him again, placing his free hand on her tit.

Richard never skipped a beat. Setting his drink on the end table, he put his arm around her and continued to massage her tit while they kissed, tongues twisting and turning together.

The action was hot enough for Ben to take out his cock and jack off to the fabulous show in front of him. Even his cold hand didn't discourage his smoldering hard-on in the freezing cold.

Without stopping the tongue play, Mo reached her hand down and unzipped his fly. A moment later his cock was free, hard and ready, standing straight up and pointing at Mo. She started to jack him off, and that is when Ben came off. The thrill of watching another man, sitting in his living room, getting jacked off by his beautiful wife was too much. He shot his load all over the side of the house where it froze instantly. With fingers freezing, Ben put his cock back in his pants and went back to his car to get the bottle he had bought much earlier.

Coming in the back door, and taking off his jacket, he announced his return. Mo yelled, "Hi, baby," from the living room. Ben opened the wine, poured her a glass, and rejoined their company. They were sitting apart now with Richard's cock back inside his pants, but his zipper was still down.

"Did you two get to know each other?" Ben asked.

"Oh, yes," Mo smiled knowing Ben had been spying on them. "Richard is a wonderful kisser... and he's huge."

Richard shifted uncomfortably in his seat even as Ben laughed, "Good! Then why don't I get Richard another drink and you can get out the album, Mo." They had a large album of Mo nude and explicit photos of she and Ben fucking and sucking. "I think you'll get a kick out of Morgan's folio, Rich," Ben adding with a knowing grin.

When he got back with the drink for Rich and himself, Ben sat in a nearby chair and sipped scotch. Mo sat on the other side of Rich, after a dozen or so pages it was obvious that Richard was getting horny from his comments about Mo's body, what she was doing, etc. She had her hand back in his crotch, rubbing his cock through his pants.

Ben couldn't begin to describe what it was like to watch his sexy wife, flipping through nude and pornographic pictures of herself, all the while rubbing a stranger's cock. If you've done it, well you know. If you haven't, then you can't really even begin to imagine the thrill. It's sort of like that feeling of overall pleasure that suffuses throughout your body an instant before you climax... That feeling is close, except that it lasts for hours.

"Honey, why don't you get into something more sexy, so Rich can see more of you?" Ben asked Mo who was waiting to do just that.

"Sure," was all she said, and left the living room for the master bedroom.

"She's one hell of a girl," Ben said struggling to contain his excitement. "She'll fuck us both dry tonight, you'll see... and get ready for a great blow job."

With his timidity rapidly fading, Richard smiled at Ben adjusting his hard on. "While you were out I got a little sample, Ben. I already know it is going to be beyond great."

Ben stood and started to take off his pants. "Why don't we get ready for her? Just put your clothes on the end table, Rich." They both stripped and sat back down both with very hard cocks.

As Mo returned she shut off all the lights, (they were dim at any rate), leaving the light of the fire the only light in the room. The two men were slowly masturbating as Mo joined them.

"Like it?" she asked, and slowly turned around showing off her new silver white teddy.

As his pretty young wife modeled the very revealing teddy, Ben watched Richard. Their guest was stunned. And why not? With soft, shoulder length curly blonde hair, a million dollar smile and dancing soft blue eyes, Mo was a beautiful woman. Her small curvaceous stature made her full tits seem even larger than they were. The erotic thin, nearly transparent fabric let them both clearly see her patch of pubic hair, the voluptuous curves of her hips and ass, the dark crack between her ass cheeks and of course her tits. Her tits! Signature tits that swung heavily, but gently, from side to side as she moved. Her pebbled tan areola framed her erect, eraser-size pink nipples. Every inch of her incredible body was available to the eyes of their new friend.

By the fire light Mo's sensuous body moved to the slow jazz background music. She moved like a harem dancer turning, swaying and dipping in a slow sexual dance meant to entice. "Come," she said after a minute or two, "Come, Rich. Dance with me." She reached out and took his hand.

They had only danced a slow dance for a few minutes when Ben suggested, "Rich, why don't you undress her. She doesn't need that teddy... it's too warm in here anyway."

Rich grinned getting into the threesome play now... no longer confused or timid. He untied the satin ribbon that held the top in place and slid it off her arms. Her nipples pushed against his bare chest while they again kissed with open mouths. Then with a little help from her, he pushed down her panties, and she stepped out of them.

Ben joined them when she was totally nude, sandwiching her between the two men. Holding his wife's hips he put his cock between her ass cheeks and simulated ass fucking her. By then she had started to play with Rich's cock and was rubbing it against her belly. Ben's finger played with her asshole, Richard began sucking her tits... The dancing degenerated into swaying, then to just feeling up each other.

"Baby," Mo said to Rich, "why don't you sit on the couch? Let me show you what I can do with that big thing of yours." Rich sat down on the edge of the couch and leaned back resting, his fat cock standing high in the air.

Mo began by lapping the underside of his fat cock and then his balls. Rich and Ben both watched her closely, with Rich moaning softly as she worked her tongue across the skin of his cock and ball sack. When she finally touched the head of his cock, she slipped it into her mouth as simply as if she had known him forever. Breathlessly Ben watched as Rich's fat mushroom shaped cock head slid into his wife's mouth and watched as her lips tightened around his heavily veined cock.

Mo moved her head up and down slowly, her tongue circling, and dancing over their guest's huge cock head. The pre-cum disappeared and she used her thumbs to open the small slit in his cock head then used the tip of her tongue to find more of his pre sex juice.

Kneeling beside her, Ben loved the picture of Richard fucking his wife's mouth. He watched intently as the fat glistening cock disappeared into and out of her pretty mouth. Later one of Ben's favorite memories would be the memory of the silver saliva coating Richard's cock and knowing it was his wife's saliva, his wife's tongue, his wife's mouth. What a splendid whore/slut she was proving to be.

Ben was ready by then to shoot another load, but knew it was too soon. After a few minutes of watching her loving Rich's cock, it was time for him to do some playing of his own. Ben knelt behind her and wetting his cock on her sopping cunt, slid his cock, without any resistance, deep into her hot, wet, tight and lovely cunt.

A few minutes later he heard a growling whine as Rich started to cum, and heard Mo moan her willing acceptance of his salty hot gift. Richard shot the biggest load, Mo said later, that she had ever had in her mouth. Mo never stopped sucking even with a full mouth filled to the brim with cum. She was determined to make him and her husband happy.

Some cum slid out of her mouth and dripped from her chin. Some flowed back over his balls, leaving a large dark spot on the couch cushion. Ben's hands gripped her hips as he drove his cock deep into his slut. She wiggled her ass to increase his pleasure. Then like a pile driver, he just fucked the hell out of her. Nothing classy or different or clever... just a good hot hard fucking.

Ben's arms wrapped around her, his hands grasping her tits, his fingers pulling, pinching, and twisting her thick erect nipples. She had a delightful sweet cunt, and had excellent control of her pussy muscles, she could almost masturbate him with his cock inside her. Tender ridges moved up and down over his thrusting cock like magic fingers, absolutely thrilling her husband while she continued to suck Richard's now less rigid cock.

As soon as Ben saw her bending to lap cum from Rich's balls, he came off, his cum filling her whore cunt. He continued to push in and out until his semi-soft cock dropped out of her. God, it had felt so good. How he loved his slut wife.

With Rich's cock still hard and very clean from his wife's efforts, Ben enjoyed watching them open mouth kiss; exchanging not only saliva, but Rich's cum as well. Ben decided it was time to get into more practical surroundings, so he left them there and went to the bedroom.

He pulled back the sheet and blankets, and turned up the heat so they would all be warm. Ben lit three scented candles and put a pornographic tape in the tape deck, turned on the T.V. and muted the volume. Instantly there were four sweating bodies on the screen, fucking, sucking and huge throbbing cocks squirting cum across the eager faces of the pretty girls.

When he went back to the living room, Mo and Rich were up and already heading for the bedroom.

Kissing Ben, (he could smell Rich's cock on her breath), Mo said, "I thought you were getting the bedroom ready, Ben and we're ready to do some serious love making. Can you get the lights please?" She gave him her best, 'this is great' smile, and rubbed his cock. "Don't be too long... Oh! I asked Rich about the pictures. He said fine, but would like one or two of us doing what we are doing,.. and he knows no faces."

Ben squeezed her tit and kissed her back, "I'll be right in there, Honey. I'll close up the house and bring some wine for us too."

From the kitchen, Ben heard Mo exclaim, "Oh, fuck! You're big!" When Ben arrived back in the bedroom with a wine tray, they were going at it like rabbits. Mo was lying under Rich, legs wide open and moaning like a bitch in heat while wet squishing sounds filled the room. Richard was plowing into her with an intense urgency. Slapping into her with such force that it was not only audible, he was also moving Mo bodily higher on the bed. Soon her head would be banging against the headboard as he brutally fucked her. Mo was now screeching, obviously in the throes of an intense orgasm.

Richard began to slow only when he was completely out of breath. Mo, having recovered somewhat from her climax, motioned for Ben to come to her. Climbing onto the king-sized bed, he knelt near her shoulder. She took his cock in her hand and masturbated it for some minutes when he remembered the picture taking they had planned. He had mounted the tripod camera stand near the bed. He would use that when he wanted to be in the picture. But for now he enjoyed moving around the two of them taking fuck shots from every possible angle.

Rich's forearms threaded under Mo's back and his hands held her shoulders. He was holding her down so that when he came he could have every millimeter of his cock into her. And that was exactly what he did. She put her arms around him and held him close as he sporadically jerked, emptying his fat balls into Ben's wife.

With her cunt now christened with the sperm of another man, Mo was indeed a slut wife. Ben thrilled to the lurid coupling before him, knowing that this first time wouldn't be the last time.

"Oh, God ... Oh, God... Oh, God," Richard mumbled as the magic feeling of a climax, raced through him, colors flashed, waves crashed, and stars exploded. Then he lay wasted for a minute or two, crushing her into the mattress with his sweat soaked body. Sweating and exhausted, he rolled off her.

"Christ, Mo that was delicious," he said wiping some of the sweat from his face.

From watching all this action, Ben had a resurrection, a huge erection. With a devilish grin and fire in his eyes, he stopped taking pictures and crawled between Mo's legs then began to lap her still swollen sopping cunt. Because she was so sensitive, he had to go a little slow, but she loved the attention. Ben carefully spread his wife's outer lips and tongued her hard erect pink clit.

Enthusiastically he lapped up and swallowed the mixture of her juices and Rich's cum as it drained from her depths. While Ben 'ate' her, Rich had recovered enough to start sucking on one of her hard nipples as he fingered, pulled and pinched the other one. It didn't take long for Mo to cum again, filling Ben's mouth with even more love juice. Mo pressed Rich against her heaving breast.

Ben just couldn't begin to remember every position and experience of the night. They just kept changing, expanding and evolving. At one point his wife was sitting on Rich's cock, leaning forward to let him suck her tits as she fucked him. Between her legs Ben lapped at her dark hole, then as she moved up and down on Rich's fat cock, he lapped the edges of her very stretched filled cunt while she was still fucking Rich. Then as she continued to fuck Rich, Ben cleaned away the liquid and white foam that their fucking was creating at the entrance to Mo's pussy.

Several times, as Mo pulled up exposing much of Rich's cock, Ben had lapped up and down the length of Ben's thick rod cleaning it of his slut wife's juices. Ben had always been fascinated at how a woman's cunt could expand to allow entrance to a thick cock and Richard's was very thick, even though it was only a normal length.

Mo enjoyed Richard immensely, and Ben took dozens of pictures that would be enjoyed for years to come.

At two or three in the morning some one suggested a warm shower and they all agreed. None of them were at all tired. Mo lit candles in the bathroom and they all got into the over-sized shower. Ben had rebuilt the shower himself and put showerheads at both ends so that no one was cold waiting to get under the spray.

Mo got between the two men and formed a truly delicious sandwich. Ben got behind her, Rich in front. They soaped her and washed her with big sponges. Once finished, she washed each man. They played in the water and of course both of the men got hard for the third or fourth time.

They dried off and returned to the bed for more fucking and sucking. During the evening Mo had deep throated Rich's monster cock in the bedroom. Ben didn't know how she managed it, but he got some great pictures.

The continuing fuck fest... well, it continued. With Ben lying on his back Mo knelt to suck Ben's cock in the middle of the bed. Richard used his fat pole in Mo from the rear with the appropriate soothing moans from Mo.

Those moans turned to whimpers of protest as he pulled from her cunt and tried to fuck her dark hole. His cock head was coated with her cunt juice and sperm. The size of an average plum, it still wouldn't fit until he slowly opened her with his fingers. For several minutes he worked one and then two fingers into her anus opening her rose bud for his monster cock head.

Mo abandoned Ben's cock and dealt with the pressure and sweet pain of Richard's renewed attack on her ass hole. "Oh, Jesus it hurts" she said while he once again tried to force the bulbous head into the tight hole.

"Slow Rich... please... please... slow."

"It's almost in, Baby, just try to keep opening up... push out," Riche told her as he pushed harder. Like magic the circular muscle relaxed and the fat cock head moved quickly into her hole.

"Oh, Jesus! Jesus, it's too big, Rich... too big. Fuck! It hurts... it hurts... Oh, god... Awwww!"

"Want me to stop?"

"No!" hissed Ben, "Fuck her ass!"

Richard pushed deeper. "Ooooo, god... It hurts, it hurts... but it feels so fucking good," Mo said with eyes tightly closed and biting her bottom lip. "Fuck my ass, Rich, fuck it... God, it hurts so good."

Ben watched as Mo wet her dry lips, and with her eyes still closed she started to slowly rotate her hips. Reacting to her, Rich slowly shoved more of his stout cock into her. Whenever she seemed uncomfortable, he stopped; then when she seemed to be alright, he would proceed. His cock, nearly as thick as a Coke can, slowly moved up her back canal. When it was seated, his balls rested against her swollen cunt lips. After a short rest he began to move in and out of her, gaining momentum after only just a few strokes.

Mo let him ass-fuck her like a five-dollar whore. She loved it. Ben loved watching his whore wife take it up the ass.

Rich pulled back on Mo's shoulders so she couldn't move away and so he could enjoy the feeling of his cock deep in Ben's wife's rectum. Rich worked into a fast pace fucking the dark hole with abandonment.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, Rich arched her back and cried out to her, "Yeah, fuck me, Mo! Fuck me! Push your ass back against me, you damned bitch!" Rich gritted his teeth and closed his eyes to enjoy the fullness of the feelings racing through him. "You like to be ass fucked, don't you, you fucking cunt! You love the feeling of my fat cock ramming you up your ass. Don't you, you slut?" Close to his climax, he opened his eyes. He let go of her hair with one hand and began slapping her ass cheeks very hard. Ben loved watching all this and began taking pictures.

"Tell me what you love, Mo... tell me how you love to have me ass fucking you while your husband watches." He slapped her ass again while Ben took pictures of the red hand print on his wife. "You're a whore! Tell me that, you cum slut! Tell me you're a whore!" Again Richard slapped her ass. "Tell me now!" he yelled as he pinched the red tender flesh of her abused ass cheeks.

"I do love it, Richard... I do! Oh, god, yes! I love a good ass fucking!" Tears were running down Mo's cheeks as she cried from pain and the thrilling and amazing feelings of Richard's cock in her ass. "Yes... yes, I do love it and yes... I'm a whore. My husband's... He is my master, my love... Just please, please keep fucking my ass... I want the pain and thrill of it." That was all it took for Richard to explode deep inside of Mo's anal canal. Then they collapsed and rested, his cum running slowly out of her wide-open and empty ass hole.

A little while later an emotionally ravaged Mo finished sucking Ben's cock and he came off in her soft sweet mouth. Then she carefully cleaned Richard's cock.

After several more pictures and a cold drink, Mo again got on all fours with Rich and Ben changing positions. She clearly was enjoying his fat cock as she lapped it to a full hard-on once again. Behind her Ben alternated fucking her sopping cunt with fucking her now wide-open ass. Her rear hole was very easy to use, as Rich had stretched her open. From then on, Ben always loved to ass fuck his wife and she did too.

They continued to fuck and suck all night stopping occasionally to use the john, shower or have a drink. At some time close to dawn, Ben fell asleep. They all had to.

One of the strangest feelings of the entire experience as far as Ben was concerned, happened in the mid morning. He woke slowly, and slowly became aware of movement. His brain didn't kick in for some minutes as he lay there with his eyes closed still half asleep; a result of probably of too little sleep and too much wine. For another moment he didn't associate the movement with the actions of the night before. He tried to identify the slow rolling motion. Finally he turned over to see what was happening and saw Richard, mounted on his wife, slow fucking her. At first he didn't know who it was, but then he remembered the evening before.

Then he remembered. He smiled and got up to make coffee.

Hope you enjoyed my story, and if you did, please let me know... E.A. Grant