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The man rose up and ranged his hips in front of her, his cock fully erect now and pointing straight at Dolly's face. She took it in her hand again, inspecting it closely. It was nicely stiff and long, extending, she guessed, about seven inches from the man's loins, maybe more.

It was quite massive as well, looking to be well over an inch and a half in diameter. She leaned forward and tasted it, carefully licking around the head, but when she tried to put it in her mouth, she found that it was too big to hold comfortably. She licked down its length, though, wetting it with her tongue. She sucked the tip again and it seemed to grow a little larger and stiffer. The man moaned with pleasure and took Dolly's face in his hands, pulling her away from him. He shifted his hands to her shoulders and pushed her upper body back toward the bed.

Dolly leaned backward until she was reclining on her elbows. She shifted her legs out from under her until they straddled the man's knees and tipped her hips up, exposing her welcoming pussy. It gleamed pink and ready.

The stranger supported himself with one hand on the mattress while guiding his dark member down toward her with the other. She was forced farther and farther back as the man's body came down on hers. She breathed in deeply, drawing the smell of him into her lungs.

Stopping him with one hand against his chest, she looked down as his stiff meat approached her cleft. The dark bulb disappeared behind her pubic mound. She spread her slim thighs wide, as the tip touched her welcoming pussy lips and pushed them apart. "This is it!" she thought to herself. "Now I'll find out what it feels like to have a cock other than Tom's inside me!" Then her mouth formed into an "O", and she sucked a breath in as the black man's bulbous glans popped into her, and she fell back on the bed. Tom wrote down the time and waited.

The mass of hard meat slid quickly up her slick vagina, expanding it as it went. She gave a little grunt when it bottomed out against her cervix. The man didn't pull out immediately, but remained fully inserted, pressing large against her insides. Dolly sighed. His cock felt very good in there, as Tom's always did. She stared at the face of the stranger above her.

He looked down at her, and his brown eyes sparkled. She felt a moment of disorientation, she was so used to seeing Tom's pale face and blue eyes there, and then she lifted a hand and touched the stranger's cheek. He kissed her palm then pulled back out of her a little and leaned down and kissed her warmly on the lips. She kissed him back, then opened her mouth and licked between his lips. He opened his mouth and let her tongue explore the inside of his cheeks and his teeth. He moved to kissing her cheeks and neck and moved his hips back a little, then steadily forward again, forcing more of himself into her than he had before.

Again she grunted, and the man looked down at her. "Is it okay?" he whispered. She nodded, and he drew back a little, then slid forward a third time, going even deeper. Dolly swallowed in awe as the hot meat filled her. His cock was considerably bigger than Tom's, and she was having some trouble accommodating him. Little tears welled at the corners of her eyes and she blinked them away.

He slid back again, then pushed in strongly, until he had finally forced his pubic bone against her clit. Now that his cock was all the way inside, Dolly lay still. The man rested on his elbows, his hands holding her head. He lowered his face and kissed her forehead, then lowered his mouth and nibbled her ear. She stretched her body sinuously, and hugged his cock, squeezing its base with her cunt, and rubbed her engorged clit hard against him.

He squirmed around above her, massaging her breasts with his chest. She felt a surge of primal sexual pleasure and let out another sigh. This was even better than she had hoped. The man pulled up her pajama top and plumped and tweaked her breasts. She put her hands behind her head in acceptance as he kissed, nipped and suckled her tits. Then he lifted his body up with his arms and started moving in and out of her.

As the man's muscular ass bobbed back and forth, Tom gritted his teeth with exasperation. So, she was actually doing it. Now he had to endure while another man fucked his pretty wife, and he even had to watch. Tom's view was restricted to Dolly's legs laying flat on the sheet and the man's ebony back, ass and legs moving between them, but he could hear the squishing sound of the man's cock moving in and out of Dolly's cunt and the sounds of heavy breathing and moans the two were making. Dolly started moaning loudly with obvious pleasure, the man was panting and grunting, and Tom blushed with embarrassment at being present at such an intimate moment.

Still, his face flushed as he watched the heaving bodies. His cock stirred. The man's hard muscles flexed under his ebony skin and a sheen of perspiration formed on the surface. His hips moved steadily, back and forth, as though exercising on a gym machine Tom shifted around the table so he could see better. Dolly was rolling her head and making little noises in her throat. The man arched above her, his eyes staring down at his cock.

Tom could just barely make out the dark flash of cock meat on the backstroke, but he could hear the man's stomach slap Dolly's lower belly as he smacked his pubis against her clit. Tom winced. It was as though he were watching an X rated movie. Neither his wife nor the stranger was paying any attention to him. They were living only for themselves, and what they were doing to each other.

Dolly started gasping and crying out, the mattress vibrating as her bottom bounced anxiously on it. She raised her knees and put her feet on the man's hips, tilting herself up. Tom recognized the signs. He bit his lip, waiting, and, predictably, she screamed out loud when she climaxed. The man groaned louder as Dolly's inner muscles massaged his implanted love tool.

Tom shook his head, surprised that Dolly could have actually cum so soon. Then he remembered that he had brought her to climax only a short while before, so she had probably still been turned on from that. In fact, as he thought it over, he found he was actually pleased for her. Dolly certainly seemed to be enjoying what was happening, and Tom did like to make her happy. He noted the time of her orgasm on the pad, and returned his eyes to the bed.

Dolly rocked up on her elbows and looked down at the shiny black cock as it continued to slide in and out of her now-satisfied cunt. To her it was a beautiful sight, not at all sordid or base. She had always enjoyed having sex with Tom, and was glad to find that she liked it as much with this other man. The person spearing her so well had a hard attractive body.

He was years younger than she was and it made her proud to know this handsome stranger desired her sexually. His long cock drove strongly up into her and filled her wonderfully full. He was sweating with effort, she was a little glowy herself, and he was obviously trying to add to her pleasure, moving his hips around when fully inserted, to stimulate and tantalize her clit. His engorged cock was very hard, like a plastic dildo or her vibrator.

Her sensitive cunt lips grabbed at the slick sides as they slid by. Suddenly it swelled larger, the man stopped and shuddered, and Dolly readied herself as he erupted his alien sperm into her. She hugged him closely as it spurted strong and hot against her cervix, pleasuring it like Tom's always did, but this time excitingly foreign and mysterious.

She looked up at this welcome intruder as he gasped above her, enjoying his passionate enthusiasm, wondering again who he was, what his life was like. She would never know, just as he would never know anything about her except how she made love. Her eyes were shining, and she felt glitteringly alive. She scrutinized him and tried to commit this event to memory. She caressed his back as he collapsed and lay a few minutes on her soft and satisfied body, nuzzling him as he kissed her face and rested his head against her neck. "Right, baby, you're sure as hell no dribbler," she whispered to him. He grunted, rocked back, pulled slowly out of her and stood up.

"You're hot, Momma. You're a lucky guy, dude," he said to Tom as he dressed, putting his shiny used penis into his slacks, buttoned his shirt and walked out.

Dolly straightened her pajama top and with knitted brow, looked over at Tom. Her concern was not for herself, she had thoroughly enjoyed her first extramarital experience, but she was worried that her husband might not have. Tom looked at her steadily; she couldn't read his expression.

She was still extremely turned on though, her vagina was anxiously anticipating another visitor, and her nerves were singing out wonderfully. She sure didn't want to have to stop now. Tom raised one eyebrow at his wife questioningly. "Well?" he said. She smiled brightly and nodded. Tom nodded back. He could give her this if she wanted him to. He opened the door and invited the second man in.

This man, although ethnically Japanese, was almost as tall, but much heavier, than the black man. He looked like a Mexican outlaw, with his slightly swarthy skin and stiff black mustache. He nodded to them as he came in and went to the corner of the room to take his clothes off. As Dolly watched him undress, she recalled being unsure of him during the interview; he was physically so big. He pulled his knit shirt over his head, exposing a massive chest and belly.

"He must weight 250 pounds," Dolly thought as he dropped his slacks and exposed thick, solid legs. A bulge in his briefs betrayed a partially erect sex muscle. Dolly motioned him over, and he moved to stand in front of her where she kneeled on the bed. She reached out, grabbed the waistband of his briefs, pulled them over the bulge, and lowered them to the floor.

His cock was even whiter than her husband's, and a real contrast to the black one she had just had. She lifted it up. It was smaller than the last man's, at least so far. She leaned down and kissed it, holding the tip between her lips as she ran her hands down the man's hips to his thighs. She grabbed his ass and pulled him to her, pulling his cock into her mouth and caressing it with her lips and tongue. The man groaned and started breathing hard. She frigged him with her lips, taking him deeper into her throat as she got used to him.

Tom watched as his wife swallowed three, then four, then five inches of hard meat. He had seen her suck his cock, of course, but from the top it didn't look like much. From this vantage point her talents were much more impressive. "How can she take so much?" Tom shook his head in wonder.

Dolly pulled back, holding the pale cock in her hand like an ice cream cone, gave it another couple of long licks around the rosy head, then sat there, looking the man over, calculating. She nodded her head decisively, rolled over and presented her round rump to him. Her twice-fucked slit glistened wet and ready, the damp pubic hair around it shading from light brown at the edges to dark brown near her hole, an inviting bullseye.

With a glance at Tom, who nodded, the big man crawled up behind Dolly, ran his hands over her tight buttocks and fitted his cock tip into her waiting labia. He pulled on her hips and slowly probed her center. Dolly turned her head and watched as he worked it all the way in.

As Tom recorded the time, the man pulled out a little, aligned himself, then whapped his haunches hard against Dolly's bottom, pounding his cock viciously back into her, shaking her with his lunges. She screamed with surprise. Tom stood up, but stopped when Dolly raised one hand while gasping with obvious pleasure.

He sat down and eyed them while the man's hard member continued to piston in and out of his wife. He could see this cock clearly. It gleamed with Dolly's juices and the semen that he and the other man had injected into her. Tom smelled the classic smell of sex. He tried to imagine what Dolly must be feeling. Her buttocks were spread wide, seemingly receptive. The oriental man's hanging scrotum with its two large dangling balls swung up hard against her clit on the in-stroke. The globes of her ass vibrated as his loins hit them. Dolly grunted in time with each ramming blow.

As this, her third man this evening, banged away, Dolly moved her slim hips around, whimpering and crying out when a particularly hard thrust found her. The man fucked her well and tirelessly, Tom admitted, moving up and down, back and forth, his hands rubbing Dolly's back and asshole and reaching down to hold her breasts as he drove his hard organ in and out.

Dolly was working hard herself, weathering the stronger blows, engulfing the hot meat that fortunately for her wasn't as big around as the black man's, but which felt longer. Of course, Tom seemed to go deeper when he fucked her doggy style, and that was sure how it felt with this man. She spread her legs wider, opening herself to it.

Now that she was used to it, the hard oriental cock slid into her well-fucked cunt easily, but the size of the man's body resulted in some substantial blows to her bottom. She rocked back and forth as his upper thighs attacked her round buns. Finally she braced herself against the headboard with her hands, absorbing some of the shock with her arms.

Tom saw her arch her back. He caught himself panting in time with the man's strikes and his wife's moans. Tom clinched his teeth and whimpered as Dolly clinched her teeth and sucked in little gasps, then Tom moaned out loud as Dolly pulled back her lips and opened her mouth to scream as another stroke hit, and her third orgasm of the evening filled her. Tom collapsed back in the chair, then pulled himself up and noted the time. He looked over at Dolly, who was gasping and crying, trying to support herself as the man continued to pound his meat into her.

As he watched his wife indulge in her new sex partner, Tom found himself wondering: "What would it be like to be able to have intercourse time after time, climaxing again and again until you were fully satiated?" as Dolly seemingly could. As a man, he would never know what really continuous sex could be like, unless he tried anal sex as the recipient.

He wondered how many times he could achieve an erection if he had a group of pretty girls to inspire him. At best, he probably couldn't climax more than four or five times in a session, while Dolly seemed to have no such physical limitations. He had heard about men who could climax without ejaculation, and promised himself that he would look into that possibility in the future.

Drawing out of his reverie, Tom looked up as the man grasped Dolly's hips, pulling them hard against his groin as he groaned and came. At first the man held Dolly's ass tightly against him so he could deliver his sperm as deeply as possible, but, as Tom watched, he could see that the white foamy emission was starting to bubble back out of Dolly's cunt, frothing out around the man's hard, inserted cylinder, and soaking their entangled public hairs.

The man looked down and saw what was happening, then pulled back until his cock head was just barely inserted. His strong pumping continued to fill Dolly's distended vagina. When he had topped her up, he carefully let his still-stiff cock slip slightly back until her lips closed up around it, climbed off the bed, dressed, and Tom let him out.

Dolly had collapsed with her shoulders slumped on the bed, her ass still riding high. Tom and the two men had left her vaginal chamber swampily full of hot semen, a strange and lascivious feeling that she had never even imagined before. The heat if it infused her lower belly. She rolled her hips, and the mass moved around slowly, as though it was alive in there. She flexed the muscles of her lower body, sloshing the hot syrupy sweetness around inside her. As she luxuriated in it, it began to stiffen up, hardening into a foamy plug.

She pressed her hand sensuously to her belly, then reached up between her legs and, using her fingers, capped off her slit, sealing her opening. Still rolling her hips, she clinched and unclenched her stomach muscles, forcing the copious load hard against her confining fingers, building the pressure inside her vagina. She clenched her stomach hard again, and then quickly removed her fingertips from her opening.

A spurt of glutinous white shot out of her, landing in a sticky pool on the towel. She closed herself up, and then pressed again strongly against the mass inside her, flipping her fingers in rhythm, sending pulse after pulse of it into the air. Breathing hard and grunting with the effort, she continued ejaculating until she was empty.

She rolled onto her hip, avoiding the wet spot, then stood up and walked carefully to the bathroom. Tom looked down at the white pool; there must have been nearly a half a cup of semen there. Folding the soggy towel carefully, he took it off the bed and spread a dry one out.

He could hear the sound of tinkling, followed by a wipe and flush, then water running and splashing. Dolly came back in looking somewhat spaced out, her eyes halfclosed, but smiling contentedly. She sauntered over and kissed Tom passionately on the mouth, grabbing his head and pulling him hungrily toward her. Even after her ablutions, he could smell the sex in the air. She rubbed the crotch of his jeans with her hand; her wedding ring gleamed.

She turned and walked sensuously back to the bed, shoulders turning, hips swaying, her tight round ass bouncing below the pajama top. She smiled at him over her shoulder, clearly ready for more. Tom grinned in spite of himself. It might be an act, but it was a damn attractive one.

She lay down languidly on the bed on her side with her slim legs slightly spread, leaning on her elbow. The baby-dolls tented her upper body, but her cute patch of damp and matted pubic hair, and her ready and waiting shining slit, beckoned for attention. She nodded. Tom went to the door and called to the third man.

This man was shorter and younger than Tom, but built stronger. He was very handsome, reminding Tom of James Dean. "Hi, guys," he said informally. He eagerly stripped off his shirt, undershirt and jeans; he wore no underpants, and jumped onto the bed, smiling with anticipation. Unlike the other two men, he was already fully erect, his hard cock sticking out stiffly from his fuzzy brown bush.

Dolly looked at his compact muscular body with admiration. "Isn't he beautiful?" she asked Tom as she ran her hands over the boy's wide shoulders, down his hairy chest to his hard stomach, her fingers touching his tight abs, then eagerly down through his curly public hair. She squeezed his hard cock, hugging it. "And he's certainly ready!" The boy looked at her like a puppy, practically panting with anticipation. "Is this your first gang-bang?" she asked. He nodded.

"I'm glad I didn't have to wait any longer," he said, happily.

The boy leaned over, put his hand on Dolly's cheek and kissed her on the lips, then lowered his head and lifted her pajama and kissed her nipples. He continued a while, nipping and sucking her tits, as she held his head to her breasts. He lifted his face and kissed her, while she rubbed his strong shoulders and back, then she rolled him onto his back, his hard root rampant and challenging. Dolly smiled with anticipation. She felt complimented by the boy and eager to please him. She crawled over next to him, took his tool in her mouth, and sucked it rapidly. The boy arched his back.

"Don't!" he pleaded. She raised her face and smiled down at him. She rose up on her knees, and he helped her climb on top.

After she had stroked the underside of his eager member with her vulva, wetting and stiffening it even more, he held it steady while Dolly ranged herself up and lowered herself cautiously down. She felt the head enter her and stopped momentarily, letting the kid align it a bit before she lowered herself further. Tom watched it disappear into her. Again his cock stirred. He could almost feel Dolly's sweet muscles caress his hard rod.

When the young man's cock had disappeared completely, and all Tom could see were two hairy, swollen red balls below his wife's ass crack, Dolly sat still for a while, moving her clit against the man's pubic bone, feeling him fill her. Then she slowly lifted and lowered on him, rising higher and moving faster as she went. Her body sang out with pleasure, savoring every inch. She tipped her head back, stretching her long neck. Tom glanced up from watching the man's hard organ invade his wife's cunt and saw her smile.

Dolly and Tom fucked like this often, and he recalled the delicious slippery feel of her vagina caressing his vertical tool. She started bouncing up and down on the kid's stiff pole, zealously working it. Tom watched it disappear and reappear again and again between the two globes of her tight ass as her legs rocked away. She lowered a hand down and put two fingers around the base of the kid's hard spike, holding them there when she came back down, manipulating her clit while at the same time exciting her partner.

"Oh, yeah," the boy groaned. Tom envied him, and thought again about what constant sex would be like. Maybe that was what souls did in heaven?

Dolly came down solidly against the boy and moved her hands to her hips. Tom saw her ass rotate and knew she was starting to work on the boy's cock with the bellydancing moves she had learned in a class she a taken a few years before. He envied the lucky kid. Dolly really knew how to make an implanted love tool feel great. He recalled the rolling caresses she delivered to his erection during what she lovingly called her "final exam."

Suddenly the boy cried out loudly and came, and, as Tom watched, Dolly came too. Tom could just make out the pulsations of her puffy cunt lips when she rose up, and the pulsations of the boy's cock as Dolly's fingers wrung them into her, as she often did with him.

Tom counted over twelve strong pulses from the boy's cock, but mainly he could tell that climaxes were occurring because the boy and Dolly were screaming and moaning uncontrollably as they came. Dolly squirmed and bounced and rode the young stallion until she was exhausted. She collapsed back down and sat still a long time, leaning on her hands and panting, waiting as the hardness in her subsided. Then she lifted her hips and let the boy's flaccid instrument fall out. Tom sighed. He had been holding his breath. Dolly swung her leg over the boy's hips and sat on the edge of the bed, panting, while the boy got up, dressed and left.

Dolly sat unmoving, her eyes closed. Her love for Tom sang through her. He was actually helping her do this! Her sex nerves still sent thrills of pleasure all over her small body. She was so grateful to Tom for these feelings he was allowing her to experience, that it was like he was making love to her in the form of the other men. It was a special high all by itself. She looked up at her husband, smiled, and nodded toward the door.

Tom smiled himself. He had been scared that he would feel jealous or anger about his wife's infidelity. What he actually found was pleasure. He was truly enjoying watching Dolly share herself with other men. For one thing, he felt less stress about his own ability to perform, since she could always go to someone else. But even more, there was something really exciting, even tantalizing, about her offering herself so eagerly. Her enthusiasm was contagious. He had never felt so jazzed before. He went to the door and motioned for the fourth man.

This man undressed slowly and deliberately, neatly folding his clothes instead of letting them fall on the floor as the others had done. Dolly watched him with interest. He was skinny and somewhat older than the others. There were wrinkles around his eyes and gray in his hair. He had a little potbelly and gray hairs peppered his chest. His smallish penis hung limply between thin legs. He nodded to Tom as he sat down beside Dolly. He turned to her and said, "You are a very pretty woman," and gently put a bony hand on her thigh.

"Thanks, I'm glad you think so."

"And I want to thank you for what you're doing."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, well let's face it, I could never have been able to have sex with someone as nice as you under other circumstances."

"How about a prostitute?"

"That I could never do, I'm afraid. I could never do anything to support that lifestyle. Those poor women?"

"You'd be surprised," Dolly replied quickly. "But you're willing to have sex with me?"

"Yes," he replied, looking over at Tom. "Why not?"