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There's nothing worse than an emergency call from work on a Sunday morning. Especially after a late Saturday night. But when you are trying to make your way up in the business world, those are the kind things you just have to do. Kiss a sleeping wife on the cheek and head out the door for a full day at the office while everyone else is playing golf or watching a baseball game on TV that' the lot of the young executive.

Only this young executive had the memories of an unforgettably wild night still lingering in his mind to distract him from the more mundane task at hand. Memories of a truly intense night for my beautiful little wife, my little slut in training, being taken to new heights of pleasure and crossing more lines in the sand.

I didn't get home until around 6:30 in the evening. The lack of a greeting seemed to tell me that Cynthia didn't even hear me come in. I smiled to myself, wondering if I was about to find her in the bedroom again, "otherwise engaged" so to speak. I was a little disappointed when I saw a light coming from the den, and as I got closer I heard the plastic clicking of the computer keyboard.

"You working late, too?" I asked, surprising her and making her jump. She was sitting at the desk wearing one of my shirts with her long blonde hair tied back.

"Oh! Mike, you startled me!" She got up and rushed over to wrap her arms up around my neck and give me a very welcoming kiss. "I thought you were never going to get home!"

"Me, too," I told her, a mixture of fatigue and relief in my voice. "The project I worked on all last week got changed and I had to revamp the whole thing today. Thank God there are enough of us peons at the company to come in on a Sunday and get it all done. How was your day? Let me guess, you slept most of the day away and have never been more dressed than this."

"You're half right," she said, squirming from my arms and playfully punching my arm. "But I didn't really sleep too late. I got up around ten. I guess staying in bed all day on Sunday just isn't as much fun without you. I took a long, hot bath that felt so good. I was...sore...all over, and that always helps. I felt so good after the bath that I even rearranged the bureau, since, you know, that whole drawer is empty now."

I tried to suppress a grin. I had completely forgotten about Sheila's little housecleaning bit she did before she left yesterday afternoon.

A while back she had started telling Cynthia that she didn't really need to wear a bra, and that she looked so much sexier without one. Then, half joking, she had told her panties were really that necessary either. She'd continued making comments like this, never quite serious. Finally yesterday, while all of us were recovering from our afternoon interlude, she had brought it up again, and then adding something like, "While I'm here, I might as well help you out with that, do a little housecleaning maybe."

I'm sure Cynthia thought she was joking, even I wasn't sure if she was serious. I don't even think Cynthia really believed her earnestness while Sheila went through the chest of drawers, dumping her undergarments into two piles. One contained the bulk of my wife's bras and panties, the other had a 3 or 4 of each, a pair of crotchless panties, some lacy thongs and matching wonder-bras, and a bright red, open front bra.

Sheila described these as "decorative, great for in front of the camera". She also went through Cynthia's nightgowns, adding most of them to the larger pile, but putting a couple of the more slutty ones in the "camera" pile and leaving 3 rather racy ones that Sheila had helped her pick out, "for our own fun".

"I'll just get rid of these for you," Sheila had said when she left the house with the bulk of Cynthia's underwear in plastic garbage bag, along with the few "decoratives" in a smaller shopping bag. It didn't really sink in as real to Cynthia until Sheila's blue Mercedes pulled out of our drive. She'd been a little shocked and laughed nervously as we watched the car disappear down the street.

"I guess laundry day just got a little easier," was all she finally said, and looking in her eyes I could see a twinkle of exhilaration, maybe even anticipation.

Sheila had called me a couple of hours later.

"Can you talk?" she asked.

"Yeah, Cynthia's in the shower."

"How'd she take it? I wasn't sure if I'd pushed things a little, taking her underwear. I can give it back to her tonight, tell her it was a joke, if you think that's best."

"No," I told her with certainty. "She thinks you're serious and by the look she had after you left, well, she may be a little hesitant, but she was also definitely excited."

"Wonderful," she said, and from the sound of her voice, I could just picture the devilish grin on her face. "I'll make sure they go out with the trash."

With all of this flooding back into my mind I looked at Cynthia, sitting back down and the computer, and my eyes traced from her bare feet, crossed at the ankles, along her silky legs to where her thighs disappeared beneath the bottom of her borrowed shirt. I was suddenly excited by the knowledge that her bare pussy was just inches beyond. I moved behind her leaning over and kissing her neck, then reaching around with both hands to cup her pert little boobs through the thin cotton material, her nipples instantly reacting to my touch.

"Quite a night last night," I whispered in her ear. "Not too sore for a little quality time with your husband, I hope."

"I'm sure I can manage," she said in a sexy tone, "I'm just getting finished with this."

"What's got you working so diligently," I asked her, looking at the screen as I continued to fondle her breasts.

"Something Eve suggested last night. I want to email it to her this evening."

Eve. A perfect example of why I'll never understand women. Aggressive, dominating one minute, cuddly and feminine the next. One minute I think Cynthia may not ever want to see her again, the next their hugging and gushing like schoolgirls. But anyway you look at it, unforgettable.

"Actually," she continued, "I'd like you to read it when I'm done. Eve thought it would be fun for me to write down everything about last night and send it to her, kind of let her see the whole night through my eyes. You know, I haven't really had to write anything since college. Do you mind looking it over and letting me know how it reads? I'll be done in just a few minutes."

Did I mind? I can't imagine a more foolish question. But I just answered, "No problem."

I wandered into the living room to sort through the remnants of the newspaper, and in about ten minutes she called to me from the den.

"It's done, I guess," she told me when I walked in. "Go ahead and read it, I'm going to throw a quick bite to eat in the microwave, then I'll meet you upstairs."

I watched her cute, round ass as she trotted out of the room, then sat down to read her version of last night's events.

A letter from Cynthia (About a year later)

It's really been a while since I have sat down and written anything, so no promises as to how this is going to turn out! Thank God for spell-check.

I'm not really sure where to start, that's always been the hardest thing about all the papers I've ever written. They always say, "Just start at the beginning", but I don't know if that really works here, and I guess the question is the beginning of what? From when I met you? I don't think you really care all that much about what I thought of dinner last night, you don't want me to write a restaurant review.

I guess I should start with my first impression on meeting you, and then maybe skip ahead a bit to the good stuff. I know you want to read this before we're too old to enjoy it. <smile>.

Mike and I were running a little late, (I fully take the blame for that, he's always ready ten minutes early, but he never complains when I make us late what a sweetie!), and you Scott were standing there waiting for us with Marty and Sheila in the restaurant's entryway. I saw Scott first.

Sheila had told me that you both were very athletic, so I wasn't surprised to see his thick, broad chest and muscular arms bulging under his shirt. Looking at his sandy blonde hair and wide smile, I would have sworn he was nearly ten years younger than thirty Sheila had told me his age. Altogether a very tasty specimen.

The night was just starting and I was already getting all kinds of thoughts in my head that weren't really suited for the dinner table.

Then you came around from behind him and my mind really started to wander. Up until a few weeks ago, whenever I met a woman I checked her out, of course, but then I was looking at her clothes, her hair, how pretty she was.

Now, when I check a woman out, I really check her out. I see how sexy she is, I notice her legs, her breasts, her skin, her mouth, her eyes, the whole package, and with very different thoughts in my mind. I kind of get the idea what guys are thinking now when they look at women. I kind of wandered here, but the point is: you were (are!) something to look at! Looking at you I knew what people mean by the term "hardbody." About 5'6" and totally tanned and toned, you really took my breath away.

Your Eurasian ancestry (you later told me your mother was Japanese, your father British) gives your face a wonderfully exotic look. I'm sure you know I checked you out a bit more. Your snug sleeveless blouse clung to your chest, and while I used to only look at other women's boobs to jealously compare them to myself, things have changed, and I definitely looked at your chest with admiration.

I'd guess you were a B-cup, and even through your close I could tell that they were undoubtedly perfectly firm, just like the rest of your body. Your athletically toned legs indicated that you work out more than occasionally, and they led up to a tight, shapely butt most women would kill for! I could go on raving about your body, but I suppose I should get on with it. (Maybe another time!)

Skipping ahead, since, really, does anything about the early evening really need to be rehashed? Dinner was great, we laughed, we drank, we drank some more, we went to Marty and Sheila's, kicked of our shoes and drank some more (I seem to do a lot of that when I'm with them!). Then out of the blue you straddled my husband's lap. And started kissing him. Deeply.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't mind. Far from it, actually. I would never have believed it a matter of months ago, but found myself getting turned on watching Mike making out with another woman. You were holding his head in both your hands and quite obviously burying your tongue in his throat. His hands slid along your thighs and pushed your tight skirt up to your hips, then grabbed on to your firm ass cheeks.

I would have kept on watching, but a warm hand squeezing my thigh distracted me. I turned and smiled at Marty. He winked at me and motioned for me to turn towards him a bit. I happily complied, and we started kissing. His hands went right for my breasts, and I know I moaned as soon as he touched them. My nipples were already hard, with nothing between them and Marty's hands but the thin fabric of my dress.

He started rubbing one hand on my thigh, and I instantly hoped he would start moving it a little ways North. I tried to drop a little hint by putting my hand to his crotch. He was already hard, and I started gently stroking him through his trousers.

I'm sure he knew what I wanted, but kept teasingly stroking my thigh up and down while his other hand fondled first one of my small boobs, then the other, squeezing each breast before tugging and teasing my sensitive nipples through my dress.

I was really starting to get lost in the sensations, feeling myself already getting close to cumming without anyone or anything making contact with my pussy. Suddenly, I was snapped out of my erotic daze by a tapping on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw you standing in front of me, staring at me intently.

"Would you mind standing up?" you asked me.

I was a little confused, but did what you asked nonetheless. I'm sure I wobbled a bit, my knees were a little weak from both the alcohol and sexual arousal. I couldn't help getting a better look at you as I got up, your skirt was gone and your blouse hung open.

I my eyes instantly took in your athletic hips accented by a black thong, your solid tummy, and just a glimpse of your firm tits.

Without taking your eyes from mine, which I admit made me a little nervous at the time, you reached up with both hand and strongly pinched my nipples. It did hurt, but in the best way. I gasped as I felt the sensation fill my breasts, then surge straight through my body, ending between my legs.

When you finally released them, (it seemed like forever, but it was probably was only a couple of seconds) I felt my breath coming in short spurts. You stepped close to me and I was vaguely aware that everyone was staring at us, but I didn't really care.

Your hands ran slowly around my back and I parted my lips, sure you were about to kiss me. Your lips hovered just an inch from mine, and I didn't even notice your hand lowering the zipper on the back of my dress. Then your hands were on my shoulders, sliding the straps off, and the dress fell to the ground.

I only felt disappointment as you took a step back, and I couldn't figure out why you hadn't kissed me. I was oblivious to the fact that I stood in the middle of the room naked.

"Mmm, nice," you said, your gaze lingering over my exposed body. "Turn around."

I obeyed without thinking, and as I turned became aware for the first time of the other four sets of eyes on me. Mike was where you had left him on one couch with his shirt unbuttoned and a lustful look on his face and Marty was leaning back on the other couch by my leg.

Scott sat shirtless on nearby chair, an equally topless Sheila by his feet on the floor. His cock stood out from his open fly, shiny with her saliva. She continued to lazily stroking him with one hand as they watched me.

"What do you think, Scott," you asked your husband, moving close behind me as I faced him. "Think you'd like this pretty little girl riding your cock?"

"I don't think I'd mind too much," he said casually.

You reached one hand around and ran your finger brazenly across my cunt. I held my breath as you pushed it into me.

"Already wet," you informed him, "and fairly tight, too. But judging by what I was handling in your hubby's pants, I'll bet it stretches out to fit real well." I noticed Sheila had started helping Scott take off his pants. "Go on over and hop on his cock."

I didn't even think to question the authority in your tone. Besides, the thought had already crossed my mind. I obediently walked over to your husband and crawled on top of him with my knees on the couch, starting to kiss him as I aligned my hips over his shaft. The sharp, unexpected slap on my butt was a little more than playful.

"Not like that." You sounded annoyed. "I want to see how much those little tits bounce when you fuck him. Turn around."

A little unsure, and afraid that everyone was watching me, I got up and turned around. I was pleased to see I was not quite the center of attention. Mike, Marty and Sheila were busy shedding the remains of their clothing. I awkwardly tried sitting back onto Scott's lap, bringing my knees onto the chair.

"Oh for christsake, don't you know how to squat?" you asked me. "Here, stand on the chair, one leg on either side of him. That's it, now squat down and lean back a little. Yes, that's a cock pushing against your little cunt, I'm sure you recognize that."

I held onto the arms of the chair and found I could balance rather easily. It felt fantastic to finally have a cock sliding into me. I put my weight on my hips and sank down slowly, enjoying the feeling of him filling me up until I was sitting flat against his pelvis. His hand wrapped around me and cupped my tits, giving them a good squeeze.

"There you go. Now give him a real good fuck, and open your eyes baby!"

I did as I was told, on both counts. I pumped my hips slowly on his dick, adjusting slightly to hit just the right spot oh god that felt so good! I was suddenly aware that I would be coming in very short order. It's amazing at how easily I get to that point now. It seems like every sexual circuit in my body is always on maximum overdrive. I looked around the room to see if everyone else was enjoying themselves as much as I was.

Mike and Sheila were buck naked on the couch, and she was grinning sheepishly at him as she smeared a large quantity of clear, slippery looking oil onto his hard cock. Marty was also naked and quickly working to get you into that state as well.

He had removed your blouse and my first glimpse at your wonderful breasts in all their glory brought me right to the edge (OK, so your husband's wonderful cock in my pussy didn't hurt either). Quite obviously as firm as ripe peaches, they jutted out from your chest with no sag, your nipples pointing skyward. My god, you've got breasts that would make an eighteen year-old girl jealous, and they are a solid cup size bigger than my little A-cups.

I was suddenly very envious of Marty as he knelt down and started sucking on your nipples, deftly reaching to pull down you thong at the same time.

I started humping Scott faster while his hands still grasped my chest. The pulse of my orgasm hit me; the intense wave of pleasure centered between my legs and shot out through my whole body. Every inch of me was super-sensitized with the wonderful feeling as I sat back on his cock, letting it penetrate me to its fullest potential, just resting there awash in pleasure.

"Come on now, you're just getting started," I heard his voice behind me as his hand fell to my hips, lifting me upward and then pulling me back down. Every nerve in my pussy is extra sensitive right after I cum, but I could tell I wasn't about to get a break. I started taking over the motions myself, reaching down between my legs to cup his balls as I started working up to my previous pace.

I took another look around the room and the first thing I notice was you, smiling back at me from a mirror image of my position. You happily bounced up and down on Marty's cock as he held onto your perfect tits, kneading them in his hand. As you stared into my eyes I found myself unconsciously matching your pace, and even your moans. Unbelievably, I felt another orgasm building inside me and I knew it wouldn't be long. I wondered if we would hit that moment at the same time.

You finally broke my gaze and turned toward the other couch. I couldn't help but follow your eyes to see Sheila on her hands and knees on the sofa, her face buried in the cushions and her curvy ass held high. Mike was behind her guiding his glistening cock to its target. I suddenly realized that the "target" wasn't quite what I expected.

He put the head of his thick cock against your anus and pushed, gently yet persistently, until it disappeared, eliciting a loud groan from you. He sank it gradually in deeper, then pulled back for another agonizingly slow thrust. He repeated the motion over and over until he was finally burying his cock in your ass!

I had never seen anything like it before, and had always been turned off at the very idea. It was (and still is) confusing to me my mind was telling me how disgusting it was, but at the same time I suddenly realized I was fucking Scott harder than ever. With that carnal act filling my vision I came again, even harder than before. I was vaguely aware of how loud I was screaming in an orgasm that seemed to go on and on.

Finally, I came down. collapsing back against Scott's chest, impaling myself yet again on his cock, panting. His hand went to my ass and lifted it up enough for him to have room to keep thrusting up into my pussy. I was sure he had to be close to cumming to, the way he kept ramming his cock harder and harder.

For the moment, I was too exhausted to do anything but receive his rapid fucking. He was banging away like a jackrabbit and then suddenly lurched forward, lifting me off of him and spilling me onto the floor. I scrambled to my knees and his cock was suddenly in my face.

I've only recently acquired this affinity for cum, but it seems almost instinctual now how my mouth opens hungrily when there's a throbbing cock about to explode in front of me. The head of his dick was right at the entrance of my widely parted lips as he stroked himself one last time, launching a thick stream of cum to the back of my throat. Not wanting to miss a drop, I kept my mouth wide open and let the creamy fluid pool around my tongue rather than swallow as I waited for the next spurt and the next, until he as finally dry. Then I swallowed.

"Bring her over here, Scott," you said, panting heavily.

Not needing Scott's help, I turned and crawled over to where you were giving Marty's cock a vigorous workout.

"Suck his balls," you ordered.

I put my head between both of your legs and took his heavy balls into my mouth. Your cunt rubbed against my face as you continued to piston on his stiff rod. I inhaled deeply, enjoying your heavy scent. Your hand ran through my hair and I heard Marty grunting. "Oh god, there, there, now!"

You lift yourself clear up and off of him. My mouth covered Marty's cock just as he came, and you pushed my head down onto it. I swallowed on impulse as his hot semen shot straight down my throat. Looking back, I remember being disappointed that I hadn't even been able to taste it. God, I've become such a slut! Isn't it great?

Marty finished cumming and I would have stayed to give his cock a thorough cleaning, but you apparently had other plans. You sat down next to Marty on the sofa with your fingers still entwined in my hair. Spreading your legs you guided my face between them.

"Now you need to finish me off," you informed me.

I plunged my tongue right to your cunt. The words "hot and wet" seem too simple do describe it, but they are so accurate. I lapped your pungent taste from the hole Marty had just been filling, then sucked on your labia, one at a time and then both at once, before moving my attention to your sensitive clit. Then I started the cycle all over again.

"Mmm, you do that so well, Cynthia baby," you cooed. I glanced up and saw you massaging your breasts and nipples. "Keep your eyes on your work dear. Oh yeah, that's good. I'll keep you updated on the show you're missin'.

Hubby Mikey is really laying into sweet Sheila's ass, and she loves it! They're just the center of attention. Ooh there, suck my clit just a bit harder. Yeah, yeah, that's it. Fuck, his thick cock is really stretching her asshole, he's really banging it to her."

Once you'd mentioned it, I became aware for the first time of Sheila's deep moans and my husband's feverish grunts that I had been oblivious to in the background. It was getting me hotter than ever, know what they were doing just a few feet away, despite my misgivings about the act itself. Trying to stay focused, I redoubled my efforts to please you.

"Woah! You are an eager beaver aren't you? Fuck that's good! Mmm you're getting pretty hot hearing about... mmm yeah there... Sheila's ass getting pounded by Mikey. I think I'll have him fuck my ass later. Oh man he's going faster now, just slammin' her. Listen to her scream, wow she's lovin' it. Oh don't stop that, there just... just suck... my clit... ooh fuck, ooh FUCK!"

You arched your back as you came, thrusting your hips up against my face. I kept sucking your clit as your spasms increased. Your strong musky odor overwhelmed my senses and I inhaled deeply, loving the scent of raw, female sexuality.

When you finally relaxed, I dared a glance to my right. From the contorted look on Mike's face I could tell he was about to cum. He pumped faster and faster into Sheila's nether hole, making her tits swing wildly beneath her chest. With a final, forceful thrust he buried himself in her and came with an impassioned groan. The muscles in his buttocks flexed with every spurt he sent deep into her bowels.

You were stroking my hair gently now and I looked up to see you smiling at me. I crawled up on the chair with you and you leaned in to kiss my gently.

"Nice," you whispered tenderly, "I can smell my pussy on your breath."

I giggled and you smiled, brushing back the hair that stuck to my sweat-and-sex covered face.

"Think you are ready to try a little of what Sheila was getting?"

I could tell you were serious, but your toned changed when you saw the shocked (and maybe even a little frightened) look on my face.

"No, no, I'm just kidding. I know that's not your thing," it almost seemed as if there were an unspoken "yet" at the end of that. But I wasn't going to argue that point with you then. "But I'll bet that hungry little twat of yours is ready to get fucked again." The honey in your voice made the coarse language sound like a polite invitation, and the content truly appealed to me.

"Yeah," I giggled, "but it might take these guys a few minute to recuperate first. Maybe you could, uh, help me out a little."

"That's just what I was thinking," you told me with a wicked gleam in your eye. "Hop down on the floor there, we'll give these guys a show that'll perk them right up."

I hurried down on to the floor, sprawling out on my back with my legs slightly parted and my knees bent. I couldn't wait to feel your warm tongue against my tenderest flesh. You stood and looked down at me wordlessly for a moment.

"Just one moment, baby," you told me. "I just need to grab my bag over here. And if we're going to be the floorshow, we might as well memorialize it. Marty?"

"I'll be right back," he assured her with a grin, darting out the door.

You casually walked across the room and retrieved the small black gym bag you had brought in from your car. You unzipped the bag and pulled out something that looked like a black leather harness. The largest leather section had what looked like a small white vibrator, about 4 inches long, below a 1-inch diameter chrome hemisphere. Glancing around, I could tell we had attracted an audience. Three expectant faces watched as you stepped into the harness, pulling it up your hips, and then eased the small vibrator into your silky slit.

"What's the silver ball for?" I heard Mike quietly ask Sheila.

"That vibrates, too," she answered, "it rides against her clit."

Marty returned with his video camera and tripod and got started setting it up a few feet from where I was lying.

"Are you all ready for a display of what sixteen hours a week in the gym can do for your stamina?" you asked everyone. "Cynthia, that's just not going to work," the sweetness had left your voice. "Roll over and get that sweet ass of yours in the air."

A little confused, I turned over and got on my hands and knees, arching my back to raise my butt in the air a little.

"I said to get your ass in the air!" you said with some annoyance. I tried to raise my rear end higher, and you pushed down on my shoulders. "That's a little better. Get your face down. You can do better than that. Mike, toss me that pillow beside you. Marty, you ready?""