My best girlfriend has always been so gorgeous that I have envied her since we were
children together. She is one of those women that don't even have to wear makeup to be
picture perfect. Huge eyes, straight teeth, perfect skin, and a figure that makes all the
guys stare then cover their crotches so no one sees them getting an erection.
And of course she married the Mr. Right that I have always wished I could have landed.

But she is my best friend, always has been. And she is a very nice person too. Her
perfection has never gone to her head.

So I was surprised to notice that she was close to tears. "What's the matter,
girlfriend?" I asked, expecting to hear that her mother was ill or something equally
mundane.

She blushed!

I reached for her hand. "Talk to me, Kara. What's going on?"
She got tears in her eyes.

"Let's go for a walk or something," Kara suggested tentatively, her voice husky with
emotion.

She was quiet until we got to the trail that runs along the river. A short way from
there she took my hand and pulled me to a bench that had a view across the walking path
to the ripples on the water.

We sat there for a short while before she finally took a deep tremulous breath and
started to speak. "Our life, I mean our, . . . you know . . . in bed . . . sucks."
I was shocked. Kara had never hinted even a word about her private marital
situation before. I decided that just listening was the best way to go; so I nodded and
held her hand a little tighter.

"He can't last more than a minute or two." She was obviously embarrassed. "In
fact, a minute would be pushing it." I could see the tears in her eyes. "And I . . . I mean .
. . I need . . . more . . . than that."

I kept holding her hand and nodding. What else could I do?
"How big is Jim's cock? I mean . . . bigger than this?" She held up her finger and
thumb spread apart about six inches.

I had to think. I held my two hands apart about the length of what I thought my
husband's length was. "How much is this?" I asked, feeling like a high school freshman
comparing boyfriends.

Kara stared at my hands. "Really?" She seemed to think for a moment. "Really?
That big? How big around?"

I tried to circle my fingers as my mind tried to remember. "About like this I think."
She nodded as she stared at my hands.

"Do you guys keep the light on while you make love?" Kara asked, her voice
sounding thick with dread at what my answer might be.

"Well . . . we usually make love in the morning, so the sun is usually up, except in
the winter, when sometimes we do it in the dark I guess."
Kara took a deep breath, held it for a while, then blew it out. She turned to look at
me. I could see her expression harden. "Does he make you cum?" she asked as she
turned bright red.

I turned crimson too.

I could feel my cheeks burning. "Ahhhhh . . ."

"I mean . . . can you get off while he's inside you?" Kara croaked.
"Ahhhh . . . yeah . . . usually I can. Sometimes he goes down on me if I don't, then I
go off like a jack rabbit running from a coyote."

"SHIT!" Kara spat out.

Now you have to understand something, Kara is one of those people that simply
never swears.

She was silent for a few moments, then suddenly said, "I want to be a slut, just for
one night, I want to be a slut that fucks lots of men, gets gangbanged, sucks cocks, takes
it up my ass, has three men at once fucking her, gets cummed in by ten or twenty men . . .
a real fuck slut!" Her hands were balled into fists. "There, I said it. I want to be a fuck
slut whore. I want to know what it feels like to get fucked so much that I can't walk the
next day."

She burst into tears, her whole body wracked by her grief. "I want to feel like a sexy
woman! To somebody!"

I put my arms around her. She laid her head on my shoulder as she cried. After a
while she murmured, "Will you please help me? Please?"
What could I say? There was so much anguish in her voice.

Living Her Fantasy 2
"Sweetheart, I need to talk to you when you have time to focus," I said to my husband.
He nodded, not looking up.

It was almost supper time when he finally stuck his head through the garage door
and said, "I've got time now babe."

He smiled his 'You're so pretty' look at me. Oh god, I was going to get laid tonight!
I felt my body begin to respond.

I dried my hands on my apron (yeah, I wear an apron in the kitchen, sometimes
nothing else under it, but I always wear an apron to protect what is under it . . . .) while I
walked out into the garage.

He hoisted me up onto his workbench so that our eyes were level with each other.
This is our appointed place to have any heart-to-heart talks.

His expectant blue eyes were waiting for me to speak.

I told him about my conversation with Kara. I finished with "Honey, would you be
willing to . . . you know . . . 'do' her one night so she can at least find out what normal
sex feels like? You're so damned good in bed, hon, that I think you would be the perfect
man to make her wish come true. I mean . . . I know you will need to think about this for
awhile first, like you always do, so just let me know when you want to discuss it further."
I have learned over twenty years of marriage that men, particularly my husband,
don't make such decisions on the spur of the moment, despite what we women want to
have happen.

Jim was still gazing into my eyes. Then he smiled his 'You're so pretty' look at me
again. "I am the luckiest man in the world. What did I ever do to deserve you babe?"
I blushed and giggled. "What brought that on?"

Jim smiled as he whisper-kissed me, then straightened back up. "Do you realize that
you have never, not once, not once in almost twenty-one years, said 'No' to me when I
wanted sex, babe?"

I had to think about it for a few seconds before I realized that he was right.
"Not one of my friends has that wonderful of a wife. Not even close," he said; then
kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and opened my thighs so he could
slide in tight against me. I could feel him expanding. I reached down and slid my panties
aside under my dress. Then I winked at him.

He beat me to his belt buckle and zipper. I giggled when his ready penis flipped up
as his underpants went down. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh h h h h h h" I exhaled as he slid into
me.
He murmured in my ear, "See what I mean hon? You are such a perfect lover.
Always willing, always loving."

He kissed me deeply, soulfully, and with growing passion. I love how he kisses me
while we are making love. He isn't a stingy kisser. Instead he puts his heart and his soul
and his feelings and all his love into our kisses.

I could feel him rising to his orgasm. Since I had been thinking about sex all day
anyway, thanks to Kara, I was ready too and we both exploded into nirvana at the same
time.

He laughed. "That didn't take long!"

I giggled. "One of the great things about the kids being off to college, huh . . . you
sexy stud . . . ."

He stroked my cheek, moving the stray hair that had escaped from under my ball cap
back behind my ear. "See what I mean babe? I need to cum and you just go right with
me, no matter when or where."

I giggled as I thought about the time he did me under his parents' kitchen table one
night before we got married. I put my hands on his cheeks as I gazed into his blue eyes.
"Even if I don't feel turned on when you start, I start feeling sexy soon, from the way you
kiss me. You are a great kisser, and a great lover hon."

"Damn I'm hungry! Worked up a real appetite there." He pulled his britches back
up as his softness withdrew from my love tunnel. I watched it wiggling until it
disappeared completely behind its cloth prison.

It was the next evening that he turned to see me walking into the living room. He
picked up his clicker thingy and turned off the TV. "About your question . . . ."
"Yes?" I responded, instantly nervous.

This should be interesting. Several times I had almost rescinded my request that he
do stud service for Kara. But each time I would remember her painful sobs. I trusted my
husband enough to let it happen for her. But I discovered that it did bother me.
"Sit with me hon, I need to have my arms around you while we talk about it."
I crawled onto his lap, a knee on each side of his hips, my bust floating under his
chin. He put both his big strong hands on my back. I kissed his forehead, then looked
into his loving blue eyes.

"Well, after thinking about it, and being highly tempted to do as you asked me, I
have decided that I cannot do what you suggested. Instead," he put his fingers on my lips
to stop me from saying anything yet, "I will arrange a sex party for her, and I think we
can accomplish your goal while not compromising 'us' in the process." He stopped
talking for a few seconds, his fingers still sealing my lips. His eyes were looking up at
the corner of the ceiling where all his answers seem to hide.

Then he looked at me again. "Honey, I never ever want you to wonder if I have
been unhappy with you when it comes to sex. It is easy to think I could fuck her and then
come back home, but I could not stand it if you ever wondered, you know, compared
yourself to her, if you ever felt doubt about what we did."

His fingers were still sealing my lips. I waited, anxious to tell him that I could live
with it. But then I came clean and admitted to myself that it would be something that
would bother me a little. Well, at LEAST a little . . . .

Then Jim got this really intense look on his face. "I want to ask you a question babe,
and I have to know the answer before I propose what I am thinking about for Kara."
His damn fingers were still on my lips.

He looked at me with such a ferocious intensity that I swallowed hard. "Have you
ever fantasized about being with more than just me?" After a few more seconds of
looking into my eyes, he withdrew his fingers from my lips.

I felt myself start to tear up.

But I could not lie to him.

I looked down as I nodded slightly.

My mortified tears started falling onto his chest.




Living Her Fantasy 3
Kara had been unusually quiet when I called her the morning of her party. I had
wanted to see if she had any last minute questions . . . or reservations . . . or had changed
her mind completely.

Finally I asked her, "Kara, hon, are you sure you want to go through with this?"
I heard her suck in her breath. "Oh GOD yes! I am so ready for this. He came in
about fifteen seconds last night. Barely stuck it in me, grunted twice, shot his oozy stuff
and rolled over and went to sleep. No kiss before, no kiss afterward, no 'I love you', no
'Hi hon', just rolled over on top of me, stuck it in, and came. You damned straight I want
to feel what a real man feels like, and how they act, and what they do." She started
sobbing.

I waited until her sobs slowed down, then said, "OK baby, we will pick you up at
seven o'clock and go to dinner, then go to the party. The party is due to start at eightthirty.
Jim says he has a bunch of guys showing up. They have all given him their
medical test results, so none of them have any sexually transmitted diseases. You can
relax and live your fantasies, OK?"

Kara started sobbing again.

I waited.

Finally she said, "Thank you baby, for not looking down at me for wanting this.
And please tell Jimmy that I really, really, really appreciate every thing he is doing for
me. I remember how mad you got at me when I got engaged and married fuzz nuts
'cause you thought he was so suave and cool. But my god, YOU definitely got the better
man. No question about that."

I knew she was right. My Jim was the epitome of what a good husband should be.
Then why did I want more sex than he gave me?

My god, was I over-sexed? Was I a strumpet, a hussy, a slut?

I felt my moisture gathering as my mind jumped to the fantasy of lying on a table
and having man after man sex me, like they were going to do with Kara tonight. My god,
what would that be like? What would it feel like to have the cum of twenty men inside
my body? I felt myself start to envy my best friend.

Kara blushed bright red when Jim and I walked in her front door when we arrived to
pick her up.

"Everything alright, girlfriend?" I asked.

Kara blushed bright red again. Then she drew her shoulder back, showing her
enviable shape, looked Jim straight in the eye, and said, "Slut Kara reporting for work. I
hope to make you lots of money tonight, sir!"

Huh? Make him money?

Kara had two vodka tonics at dinner, ate very little, but kept brushing her wrists
across her nipples. She obviously had no bra on. Her nipples stayed tented during the
whole dinner. Jim kept glancing sideways at them. I put my hand on his crotch and felt
his erection. I toyed with his dick anytime I didn't need my left hand to cut my meat
with. I ate like a horse, even eating Kara's dessert when she only took a bite or two.
My nipples were hard too.

I had a hard time walking when we went back out to the car. My bunny was soaked.
I could even feel the evening breeze cooling my moisture when we walked outside. If I
had touched myself, I would have exploded right there in the parking lot.
The men were all there when we walked into the party room. Everyone in the bar
stared at us as we walked across the dance floor to go to the party room. Obviously the
word had gotten around about what Kara was going to do.

Kara's hips swiveled like a hooker's as she walked toward the party room door.
Kara was ready for action, no doubt about it!

My body was craving exactly what I knew Kara was going to get. I tingled all over,
inside and out.

I watched Kara look first at the faces of the men, then at their crotches. Her eyes
lingered on some that were particularly bulgy.

I think that my eyes may have looked as well. I couldn't help it. It was like my eyes
were out of my control. I was so wet that I was sloshy.

I wondered which of those men Kara would pick first. I looked all around the room
again, seeing men of all shapes, colors and sizes. I couldn't concentrate enough to count
them, but I guessed that there must have been fifty men in the room.
I suddenly wondered if Jim wanted to have sex with Kara. I glanced at him and he
was talking to some of the guys. Everyone seemed relaxed. All the guys seemed to be
having fun talking with each other.

I glanced at the clock.
Eight-twenty.

My hands were shaking. I was really nervous.

Kara seemed to be relaxed. How could she be relaxed at a time like this?
Eight-twenty-five.

Why can't I stop staring at men's groins?

Kara's nipples were protruding what must have been six inches. Well, not really,
but the were so obvious! I could even see their darkness under the fabric.
I just happened to catch a view of her crotch and was shocked to see that her wetness
was starting to soak through her perfectly fitted jeans.

I wondered if my jeans were starting to show how wet I was. My god was I wet!
Jim came up behind me and put his arms around me. I startled before I realized it
was my husband. I sank back into his arms, feeling his chest supporting my back.
He had a hard on.

I couldn't help caressing it with my hand.

"You've got three hours to stop that, honey bunch," he breathed into my ear. He
thrust his crotch against my bum.

I wiggled my bum against his crotch.

"Show time," he whispered into my ear. My husband released me then walked to
the bartender. After a few seconds of conversation the bartender smiled, then knelt
down. Television screens came to life. Pornos started to play all around the room; a
variety of pornographic images filled each screen. No sounds from the videos, but music
started to play. Very suggestive music, a combination of bump-and-grind and rock. The
lyrics were explicit, about sex, sluts, hookers, gangbangs. Very strong bass beat. Very
deep bass guitar. I could feel the deep beat of the music in my jeans, right down into my
core.

Jim's arms encircled me again.

We watched the first man ask Kara to dance. She accepted instantly and was
dancing chest to chest in seconds. The man pulled her to him and dropped his hands to
her butt.

Kara danced away.

Another man stepped onto the floor and began to match her beat for beat. Then
another man. Soon she was lost to my sight by a circle of men dancing around her.
I couldn't help thinking that the dancing was just a visionary precursor to what
would happen in a few more moments.

Jim's hands were caressing my tummy. "Are you wet baby, thinking about this?
About what is about to happen?"

I leaned back and turned my mouth to his ear. "I am so wet that I think my crotch is
starting to turn dark baby!"

Jim started to laugh. His right hand moved downward. He chuckled. "I can feel
your wetness baby! Maybe I should doink you right here in front of everyone!"
"Oh god honey, would you please? I am about to go crazy with lust!"
Jim started kissing my ears, which he knows turns me on fiercely. His hands moved
to my girls, cupping me, lifting them as he massaged me. Was he really going to . . . . . . .
I started moaning. I could feel how rock hard his cock was. "Fuck me baby! Fuck
me here in front of everyone!" Oh god did I really say that?

His fingers started to unbutton my blouse. I tried to unfasten his belt, but was too
fumbly hot to do any good.

Jim laid me on the top of a table, then went to work on my jeans.

Some men started to watch what we were doing.

Jim pulled my jeans down. I could see how darkly wet they were at my crotch.
Then I remembered that I wore no panties tonight. My bunny was naked in front of all
these sexy horny men! My husband was showing off his wife's private parts! He
lowered his britches. I stared at his luscious cock as it popped free, waggling back and
forth. Then he stood proudly erect, utterly masculine.

I reached for him, pulling his gorgeous prick toward me, spreading my thighs widely
so everyone could see my glistening crotch be impaled by my husband's prick. I started
cumming the instant his cock head touched me down there. At first I was just fibrillating,
sort of small jerky cumming movements, but when his cock head actually entered me, I
went berserk.

I think I started screaming. Jim fucked straight into me, going deep and hard, his
testicles slamming against my overly sensitive taint.

I felt hands on my ankles. Strangers pulled my ankles down and back, placing them
my knees behind my arms. I was spread wide open, so open that every single eye in the
place could feast on my naked wetness.

Jim fucked me hard and fast, then growled his orgasmic sounds and held still, his
cock twitching deep inside me. I held his head against my chest as he struggled to stay
conscious.

I was still cumming. I was out of my mind with lust. I was naked and exposed and
had just been publicly fucked with a whole room full of horny men watching.

Jim staggered away from me.

I was still cumming, shuddering.

I felt another cock enter me.

I couldn't say no.

The new man fucked me hard, slamming into my sloppiness. I could hear the
sounds of wet sex coming from my own crotch. In less than a minute I felt this man slam
in hard, then hold himself deep inside me. I could feel his heated sperm shoot deep into
me, caroming around the opening to my womb.

He stepped away and another steely prick entered me. I kept cumming. I think I
was still screaming. I know I had never had such powerful orgasms.
I think at least fifteen men came inside me before I passed out.
As I faded toward blackness, I was thinking that I had never passed out from
cumming so hard before.

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