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Charity Slave Auction
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A young husband allows his wife to be auctioned off for 
the weekend for a charity function. She is reluctant, 
but finds herself going along. Then she finds herself 
liking it. (M+/F, reluc, exh, rom)

***

I guess this story all started a little more than a 
year ago. My husband bought an old car that he had 
found for sale on the internet. I thought he was pretty 
silly, spending that much money for a car that was 
almost forty years old and in such horrible shape. It 
was a 1969 Dodge Superbee. We drove out with a friend 
to look at it, and when I saw it I thought he had lost 
his mind for sure. It was in pieces. The guy that owned 
it had started to restore it, but apparently hadn't 
gotten very far.

My husband, Dale, wanted it because his father had 
owned one when he was a kid and he had always wanted 
one. They had a lot of sentimental value for him.

We had been married for five years now and he had 
gotten lucky when he graduated from college and gotten 
a good job and progressed rapidly. We now had plenty of 
cash to play with, so I guess I couldn't really 
complain. Dale's friend had a large flatbed trailer and 
they wrestled the car and its various parts onto the 
trailer and tied it all down and we took it home with 
us.

It turned out that the car was in better shape than it 
looked when it was scattered around that guy's barn, 
and with the help of the local classic car club Dale 
had it restored and looking like a new car in a little 
under a year. It was actually a beautiful car, I was 
surprised. It also sounded great, and it was the most 
powerful car that I had ever ridden in.

After the car was complete we started going to shows. 
They had local car shows about once a month and we 
often drove to nearby cities to attend larger shows. A 
lot of the guys also had custom motorcycles and they 
were a growing part of the show as well. The car club 
was a pretty close knit group and we did a lot of 
things together and I was kind of glad that we had 
gotten the car. I was having fun with it too.

Things didn't start getting weird until we went to a 
show in a nearby state. It was being held at a 
fairground and we caravanned up there with our cars and 
motorcycles on trailers. This time, however, instead of 
staying at local motels as usual, we had planned on 
camping on a portion of the fairground that had been 
set aside for us. 

I had some pretty mixed feelings about that. I am 
twenty-four years old and have never been camping out. 
I had no desire to start. I let myself get talked into 
it. Mainly because the way it was described to me it 
sounded like it was going to be one big two day party. 
So Dale and I went shopping for a tent and sleeping 
bags and all of the assorted paraphernalia required for 
civilized people to go camping.

We had our own trailer by now and Dale loaded up the 
Superbee and we all met up at the local K-Mart parking 
lot and then headed for the show. As usual there were 
about a dozen couples and half a dozen guys that were 
either single or their wives didn't want anything to do 
with cars and camping.

We left after work on Friday and got to the fairground 
in about three hours. We were shown to the camping area 
and it was pretty primitive. They had set up a communal 
shower using some pallets and canvas and hoses. They 
had brought in a half a dozen port-o-potties and lined 
them up nearby. Someone had been nice enough to stack 
up a bunch of firewood for us though. That came in 
handy. 

We set up the tents and rolled out the sleeping bags 
and then we built a campfire and we sat around drinking 
beer and talking and joking and relaxing before we went 
to bed.

I am not sure who started it, but I suspect it was 
Glenn. Somehow we started talking about doing things 
for charity, doing things like raffles and the like to 
collect money over the year and at the end of the year 
turn it all over to a charity in one lump sum.

They started talking about having an auction, and 
trying to think of what they could auction off. The 
beer was flowing pretty heavy and I guess that was why 
so many people thought it would be fun to auction off 
the wives for the weekend, one wife per weekend that we 
went out of town for a show. It would only be between 
the other members of the club, of course. Each wife 
would be auctioned off and then she would be the slave 
of the person that bought her for the entire weekend.

I personally thought that was pretty demeaning, but a 
lot of the girls thought it sounded like fun. Don't 
misunderstand, I am not a prude, or all that much into 
women's lib. I have competed in wet t-shirt contests 
and gotten a kick out of it. In fact, I won one of 
them, and I believe that I would have won another if my 
B cup boobs had not been competing with a set of double 
Ds. 

A few times I have flashed guys, truckers on the 
highway or every now and then when we went out dancing 
I'd wear something maybe a little too daring. I do it 
because my husband gets a kick out of it, but sometimes 
I get turned on by it too. Showing off a little is one 
thing, I didn't like the sound of this slave thing, and 
there didn't seem to be a lot of rules.

They kept talking it up and trying to figure out how it 
was going to work and before I knew what was going on 
that son of a bitch I was married to had offered to put 
me up for auction. Right now!

I kept insisting I wouldn't do it, but somehow I ended 
up standing next to Carl in the firelight and he was 
taking bids. Everyone was laughing and joking and 
having a great time. I was pretty nervous, and more 
than a little pissed at my husband.

The bidding started out pretty low, and pretty intense. 
I should mention here that owning and showing classic 
cars can be an expensive hobby. A lot of these guys had 
a lot more money than sense. Still, I was shocked when 
Glenn finally won me with a winning bid of twenty-five 
hundred dollars!

I like Glenn. He is funny and personable and pretty 
easy on the eyes. He is also something of a male 
chauvinist pig. 

I looked at Dale, wondering what the hell he had gotten 
me into. All I saw was pride. He didn't have a clue 
what I was going to have to go through this weekend. He 
was just so fucking proud that his wife had produced 
such heated bidding and such an outrageous winning bid.

There followed a bunch of crude jokes about the kinds 
of things I was going to have to do for Glenn this 
weekend, and everyone but me seemed to think it was 
exciting. Even the other women! 

Glenn came up and claimed his prize and led me back to 
his chair and pulled me into his lap. At first he just 
held me there with his arm around me and teased me 
about how much fun he was going to have this weekend 
with his sexy young slave. Glenn is almost fifty. I 
imagine it has been a long time since he had his arms 
around a girl my age.

He pretty much behaved himself at first. But over the 
next hour I had to get up and get us both a beer twice. 
He insisted that I keep up with him. As the night wore 
on his hands started moving to places his hands weren't 
supposed to be. 

I tried to discreetly discourage him, but not only did 
he ignore my protests, the rest of the club was 
watching us and they kept insisting that I was property 
now and could not object. Even my husband, who had no 
idea how much trouble he was in when I got his ass 
home!

I was dressed in a loose fitting crop top and a pair of 
loose terry cloth shorts and panties. It's the perfect 
outfit for long car trips and camping out. Until you 
end up being pulled into the lap of a man who is twice 
your age and who has been divorced for more than a year 
and has a very good idea of what he needs a woman for.

By the time he ordered me to get us each our first beer 
I was grateful. His hands were getting to be a real 
problem, and he didn't care who was watching. I got up 
and looked through the coolers until I found the right 
brand of beer and as soon as I returned he pulled me 
right back into his lap and took up where he had left 
off.

It wasn't long before he had a hand crawling up inside 
my top and teasing the underside of my breasts. A lot 
of things started to work to Glenn's advantage right 
then. My husband seemed to be enjoying the show as much 
as anyone else, the bastard. The other people in the 
club were urging Glenn on. Even the women were 
encouraging him. Then there was the fact that Glenn 
was, as I said, pretty good looking and in very good 
shape for a man half his age. There was one other thing 
working for him as well. He was a very dominant person. 
He is one of those people that always seem to be in 
charge, and always the center of attention. 

Here is where I need to mention one of my favorite 
fantasies. Not even my husband knows about it. I 
suppose one of the reasons that I objected so 
strenuously to being auctioned off was that my most 
erotic fantasy is that I am totally under the control 
of a man like Glenn, someone who is strong and, not to 
put too fine a point on it, selfish. 

I have had slave girl fantasies since I started 
stumbling through puberty. In other words, the idea of 
being totally submissive to a dominant man turned me 
the fuck on. I had never intended to explore those 
fantasies though, in large part because my conscious 
mind was fully aware of just how demeaning they were.

Now I found myself sitting in front of my friends and 
my husband with a friend openly groping my breasts. It 
appeared that some of the women were beginning to get 
uncomfortable with what was happening right in front of 
them. Only a few of them though, most were still urging 
him on. The men weren't having any second thoughts 
though, not even my husband.

By the time we had finished the two beers that I had 
gotten for us, Glenn had pulled my top up over my 
breasts and when he was encouraged by the men gathered 
around watching, he slipped it over my head and tossed 
it away. I had by then, because of all of the reasons 
that I just listed, and because of all of the beer, 
given up. I had stopped fighting and made the decisions 
to teach Dale a lesson. Besides, as I said, I was 
getting turned on.

We finished our beers and Glenn was about to take me to 
his tent. I hadn't been expecting that! I thought that 
I would still be spending the night with my husband. I 
am apparently the only one that thought that though. He 
was met with a chorus of disappointed voyeurs when he 
started to say goodnight, so he agreed to have one more 
beer before turning in. 

He set our empty bottles down beside him and helped me 
to my feet. Before I could go get us two more beers 
though, he reached out and slipped my shorts off so 
fast it made my head spin. I was left standing in a 
pair of thin, blue, nylon bikini panties and when I 
started to protest he said, "If you want to keep those 
panties on for a while, you had best go get us another 
beer."

There was actually applause from the rest of the 
members of the club! I was so self conscious as I moved 
to the other side of the fire and dug two more beers 
out of the cooler. I felt everyone's eyes on me and as 
embarrassed as I was, I was twice as excited. I was 
glad that it was so dark that no one could see how damp 
the crotch of my panties must have been. 

I hurried back to Glenn. I wasn't anxious to get back 
into his clutches so much as to be taken into his large 
arms and not so openly on display. As soon has he had 
pulled me back into his lap his hands started exploring 
again. His hands moved over my breasts and down my 
stomach and he easily wedged my thighs apart and began 
to slide his large fingers up and down my moist slit. 
As he did he started whispering to me how much fun he 
was going to have this weekend. He told me how hot he 
thought I was and how horny he was and all about how he 
was going to ruin me for any other man with his big 
cock. 

I could feel his large cock under my ass and it did 
feel very large. I was so turned on now that I hoped he 
wasn't all talk. I had never had the pleasure of 
experiencing a large cock. I didn't turn loose of my 
virginity until I was in college. I slept with four men 
in college. Dale was the fourth and last. All of them 
had cocks within what I knew to be the normal range. 
They were all six or seven inches long and about an 
inch in diameter, give or take. I had enjoyed them and 
I enjoyed sex with Dale. I doubt if there is a woman 
out there, though, that doesn't wonder what it would be 
like to be taken by a large, strong man with a big 
cock. Everyone here tonight knew that I was about to 
find out.

The conversation had pretty much come to an end. Now 
everyone was staring at my nearly naked body, and the 
things that Glenn was doing to me. It was the strangest 
situation that I could ever imagine. I could never 
explain why I let this happen to me. I won't even try.

When we had finished the last beer that I had gotten 
for us, Glenn pushed me to my feet again and with the 
same surprising speed as when he had removed my shorts 
he reached out and quickly slid my panties down and 
made me step out of them. There was another round of 
applause and then he led me to the nearby port-o-
potties and we both emptied our bladders before going 
to his tent.

The fire was dying down as we returned to the tents, 
but nearly everyone was still sitting around it, 
watching Glenn and I as we returned and said goodnight. 
He led me to his tent and held the flap for me and I 
found myself lying on his sleeping bag while he stared 
down at me and undressed. I slipped my sandals off and 
I was ready. God was I ever ready!

I watched Glenn undress and when he dropped his pants 
and shorts and I saw his large cock for the first time 
I whispered under my breath, "Holy shit!"

He smiled and moved closer and took my hand and wrapped 
it around his cock and as I slid my hand up and down 
his hard shaft he said, "You ever have a cock that big 
before little lady?"

I shook my head. It was longer than any I had seen. It 
was between eight and nine inches long. The amazing 
thing though, was how fat it was. At the head it was 
twice as thick as my husband's, and it got fatter and 
fatter until at the base it was at least three times as 
big around as my husband's. I stared at it in awe for 
several minutes. I moved my hand up and down over it 
until his shaft and my hand were covered in the slick 
liquid that was oozing from the large hole in the very 
tip. 

Then, without any encouragement from him, I moved down 
and began to kiss it, and then lick it lovingly. He 
watched me and as I worked his cock with my tongue I 
kept glancing up and seeing the lust on his face and I 
was just getting hotter and hotter. I finally spread my 
lips around the head of his cock and forced my lips 
down over it as far as I could. By the time the head of 
his cock reached the entrance to my throat I had not 
quite half of his cock in my mouth and my lips were 
spread so far apart that it was painful.

I started hearing funny noises and it was probably a 
minute before I realized that they were coming from me! 
I was making some kind of whining animal like noise as 
I tried to force more and more of his cock into my 
mouth. While I was doing that, Glenn was sliding two 
fingers in and out of my naked slit and I didn't know 
what to do. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to feel 
it fill my mouth and shoot right down my throat. Yet I 
was so impatient to get it in my pussy, to feel myself 
stretched around his cock and feel his large body 
looming over me, taking me, making me his slave. 

It wasn't up to me though. Glenn couldn't wait any 
longer. He pushed me down onto my back and climbed over 
me and said, "It's time slave. Put the head of my cock 
in your juicy cunt and I'm going to give you the ride 
of your fucking life."

I eagerly reached between us and grabbed his cock and 
lined it up with my soaking wet slit. When he felt it 
in place he stared down at me and with our eyes locked 
he said, "Here it comes, bitch. You are never going to 
forget this moment, not as long as you live."

He started slowly forcing his cock into me and my arms 
came up and went around his neck and my legs wrapped 
around his thighs and I started crying out loudly, and 
I didn't care who heard it!

I must have had two orgasms before his cock was buried 
all the way in my pussy. I had never felt anything like 
it. Hell, I had never even imagined anything like it! 
It was the most wonderful feeling that I have ever 
experienced. What happened after that was just a blur 
of lustful, orgasmic images. I came and I came, over 
and over, and I screamed out my lust and I yelled at 
him to fuck me harder. He really knew what he was 
doing, too. It was the most fantastic sexual experience 
of my life, so far anyway. 

By the time he finally tensed up and came in me I was 
as limp as a dish rag. I lay there under him as he 
stretched out over me, supporting his weight on his 
arms and his knees and I moaned in pleasure. I reached 
my head up and licked the sweat from his chest and just 
kept saying crazy things. 

When his cock had finally softened he rolled over and I 
sat up and got to my knees and leaned down and kissed 
it and licked it and made groveling noises. I didn't 
know what Dale had in mind. I can tell you that right 
there and then I resolved that there was no way that I 
would go the rest of my life without doing this again!

It had not been my intention, but I ended up licking 
his beautiful cock clean and when I was done he pulled 
me down beside him. He smiled down at me and said, 
"That was the most fantastic fuck that I have ever had 
Kelly. I am telling you right now, there is no way that 
I am not going to be getting more of that sweet cunt 
after we get home. I don't care if I have to rape you."

I smiled at him and said, "I was just thinking the same 
thing."

Then he did something that was totally unexpected. He 
reached down and scooped up the large volume of cum 
that was oozing out of my pussy and said, "Open your 
mouth slave."

I did! I knew what he was going to do, and it was 
something so nasty that I couldn't even contemplate it. 
I didn't refuse though. His fingers moved into my mouth 
and I sucked them clean, and he repeated the process 
until my pussy was clean. All the while he was feeding 
me his cum he was talking quietly to me, telling me how 
hot I was, telling me what a slut I was, and telling me 
how he was going to train me right this weekend.

I just groaned lustfully and sucked his fingers as I 
stared into his eyes and held his huge cock in my small 
hand. As I moved my fingers up and down his shaft I 
felt it twitching and growing and I smiled. There was 
no doubt in my mind that I wanted more. 

Glenn turned over on his back and ordered me to suck 
him off and I instantly moved back into position and 
took his big cock in my mouth. It wasn't so bad at 
first. His cock grew quickly though, and soon I was 
back to sucking the top half of his cock and moving my 
small hands over the other half, trying to please him.

I had just started when the flap on the tent was pulled 
open. I was startled and I started to pull away, but 
Glenn ordered me to keep sucking. I heard someone 
behind me undressing. I didn't know who was sharing the 
tent with Glenn, but I had forgotten all about that 
other sleeping bag on the other side of the tent. Now I 
knew that one of my friends was watching me suck 
Glenn's big cock and getting undressed and I was not 
surprised at all when I felt hands on the cheeks of my 
ass and a cock sliding in and out of the gap between my 
thighs.

I never even thought to resist. I spread my thighs 
willingly and soon I had a nice cock fucking me from 
behind while I sucked Glenn off. Who ever it was must 
have had a lot to drink, because it took him a very 
long time to cum. I tried not to pay any attention to 
him, to concentrate instead on pleasuring the large 
cock in my mouth. It was difficult though. I was 
quickly being brought to another orgasm and as I 
started moaning in pleasure and was just about to cum I 
felt Glenn thrust his hips up and start shooting a 
massive load of cum down my throat. 

I was so startled by the amount that I forgot all about 
my own orgasm and struggled to swallow it all. It took 
me a minute to gulp down his cum and then I knelt with 
his softening cock in my mouth and devoted my attention 
to the cock in my pussy. It was at least another five 
minutes before the man fucking me from behind came, and 
I came twice before he filled me with another load of 
cum. 

He pulled out of me and collapsed on his sleeping bag 
and I finally saw who had just fucked me. It was Jerry, 
one of the bikers in our group. I lifted my head from 
Glenn's lap and moved over and sucked him clean. His 
cock wasn't nearly as large as Glenn's. It was much 
larger than Dale's though. 

When I had cleaned him I started to stretch out with 
Glenn but he stopped me and told me that I wasn't done 
yet. He informed me that a good slut would never waste 
a pussy full of cum.

I grinned at him and said, "I certainly want to be a 
good slut, master." I reached down and scooped up 
Jerry's cum and ate it from my fingers. Then I 
stretched out beside Glenn and we quickly went to 
sleep. I wasn't wearing a watch, but it must have been 
around one or two in the morning. We were all 
exhausted, especially me.

I woke up in the morning to find Glenn throwing the 
sleeping bag open and moving his hands over my body 
possessively. I glanced over at Jerry and he was lying 
on his side watching closely.

I was stone cold sober now and I would have thought 
that in the light of day I would be having second 
thoughts. I realized, however, that I was looking 
forward to this weekend as much as he probably was. I 
had no regrets, unless you count having lived twenty-
four years before experiencing such bliss.

I resolved to be just as big a slut as Glenn wanted me 
to be, no matter how humiliating it was. I wanted to 
punish Dale for getting me into this, but I can't deny 
that I craved this treatment now. I remembered last 
night, how vocal I had been. They all must have heard 
me. Hell, people all over the fairgrounds must have 
heard me! I wondered what Dale thought of his sex slave 
wife now.

I soon lost my train of thought as Glenn got back on 
top of me and I reached down and helped him work that 
massive slab of meat into my tight hole. I was more 
than ready and quickly put my arms around him and urged 
him to fuck me harder. It was every bit as wonderful as 
it had been last night and I didn't care who heard me 
screaming in pleasure. Neither did Glenn. He must have 
been pretty well satisfied last night, because he 
lasted a long time this morning. I probably came a 
dozen times before he finally filled me with another 
load of his hot cum. 

As soon as he rolled off of me I took his softening 
cock into my mouth and cleaned him again. This time 
though, as I reached down to scoop up his cum he 
stopped me and ordered me to leave it there. I knew 
instantly what was on his mind and I smiled broadly. He 
wanted all of our friends, and my husband, to see how 
well fucked I was.

I looked over at Jerry to see if I was going to be 
required to service him as well, but he smiled and 
said, "I'd love a little more of your sweet ass Kelly, 
but I have to piss too bad. Don't worry, we have all 
weekend and Glenn is a sharing kind of guy."

Glenn started getting dressed, but I didn't have 
anything to wear in his tent except my sandals. I put 
them on and went out in the cool morning air to find my 
clothes. I guess Dale had picked them up. They were 
gone. 

I watched Glenn as he stirred the ashes and got the 
fire going again. The sun had just come up, and it 
would be hot soon. For now though, it was a little too 
cool to be taking a cold shower. The warmth of the fire 
felt good on my naked skin.

I headed for my tent after I had warmed up a little. 
Glenn said, "Where are you going?"

I told him that I needed to get something to wear but 
he smiled and said, "Not yet. Not until after your 
shower."

I moved closer to him and the fire and kept warm as I 
felt his cum dribble down my thighs. It wasn't long 
before more of our group started stirring and coming 
out to stand by the fire or rush to the bathrooms.

As the men came out they all stood around and stared at 
me with obvious signs of lust. Most of the women seemed 
to be amused, though a few were embarrassed. They 
actually seemed more embarrassed than I was. But no one 
objected to my being so vulgarly displayed. I was a bit 
concerned because there were probably kids in some of 
the other camping areas. I decided that it wasn't my 
problem and waited for Dale to come out of our tent and 
see what kind of night I had enjoyed. I couldn't wait 
to see the look on his face.

He must not have slept well. When he finally came out 
he looked pretty tired. He also looked pretty 
embarrassed. He came over and stood near me and said, 
"Are you okay?"

I smiled and said, "Jesus Dale! I am a whole lot better 
than okay!" That got a laugh from most of the group.

He was quiet for a minute, looking at the mess on my 
thighs, and then he asked, "Are we okay?"

I looked at him and said, "I still love you. I was 
pissed at you last night. Right up until Glenn took his 
pants off. I'm not mad anymore. I am telling you right 
now though, I am his slave this weekend and I am going 
to do anything he tells me to do, but, and you are 
probably going to hate this, when we leave here it 
isn't going to be over. I don't love him. I will love 
you if you still want me. I love the way he made me 
feel though, and I have no intention of giving that up. 
Anytime he wants to fuck me, all he has to do is order 
me to undress. Can you live with that?"

Dale didn't answer. He hadn't anticipated that.

Half of our group was out of their tents and standing 
around the fire now, and they heard me warning Dale 
that I was going to keep fucking Glenn when we got 
home. Most of the men seemed amused by that. Some of 
the women seemed shocked. Others though, got very 
interested. They had to have heard me last night, and 
this morning. They must wonder what it was he did to 
make me sound like that. I expected to be pulled aside 
by more than a few of them in the next couple of days 
with some pretty personal questions.

Once the sun was up it warmed up fast and the women who 
were so inclined went to the makeshift shower. It was 
just a dozen wooden pallets for a floor and a five foot 
canvas wall for privacy. The water was in large drums 
on wooden supports and was fed down into a half a dozen 
shower heads though hoses. There was no hot water, 
which would make taking showers in the evening a much 
better idea. Some of us needed to shower this morning 
because, I believe, I had turned a lot of people on 
last night with my passionate cries. I saw a lot of 
guilty looks. I think that there must have been a lot 
of sex going on last night.

I started to get my soap and towel and join the ladies, 
but Glenn said, "Hang on, you wait for me. I need 
someone to wash my back."

So I ended up waiting and taking my shower with a half 
a dozen men. That was fun! Dale was in my group and he 
watched as Glenn soaped me up and then I soaped him up. 
When he saw the size of Glenn's cock he looked shocked. 
He finally understood what all of the noise was about 
last night.

We showered as quickly as possible. The water was cold 
as hell. Then I dried Glenn off and finally I dried 
myself off. The guys all got dressed inside the canvas 
enclosure and we went back out to stand by the fire and 
warm up again.

I remembered my clothes from yesterday and I asked Dale 
if he had gotten them and he nodded. I started again to 
go and get some clothes, but Glenn said, "Go and get 
your things and bring them here. I'll decide what you 
wear today. Then you can put your stuff in my tent."

I went to my tent and reached for my bag and brought it 
out to Glenn and handed it to him. He opened it up and 
looked through it and he handed me a bikini bottom and 
a tank top. He said, "Put these on, they'll do for now. 
I'm pretty sure we can find something better when the 
vendors open up."

I had been avoiding looking around since I returned 
from the shower. I glanced around now, though, and I 
saw a lot of people walking on the narrow path that 
passed through this area. They were heading up towards 
the area with the vendors and where the cars and 
motorcycles would be on display, once we got up there 
and unloaded them. Most of the growing crowd that was 
passing by was looking at me. There appeared to be a 
lot of teenagers among them and that kind of made me 
uncomfortable. I seemed to be the only one that was 
uncomfortable though. Of course, I was the only one 
that was naked. I was the one that would go to jail if 
the cops came down here to arrest the naked lady.

I took my time getting dressed. I stepped into the 
bikini bottoms and then I pulled the tank top on and I 
was ready. We all decided that rather than try to make 
an edible breakfast at the campsite we would go up to 
the vendors and find something to eat there.

We all went out to the path. It is a six foot wide 
paved path that goes all the way around the fair 
grounds, winding past the vendors and to the exhibits 
near the front. It winds all the way through and comes 
out the other side of the exhibit halls and circles 
back around through the camping area. 

The vendors set up in tents on both sides of the path 
selling all kinds of stuff. A lot of it is car and bike 
stuff, since that is what the show is about this 
weekend. They also sell leather goods and biker patches 
and t-shirts and just about anything else that you can 
imagine.

Everyone in our group was walking behind Glenn and me 
as we strolled up the path. Glenn had his arm around my 
shoulder and his hand was draped over my breast and as 
we walked he gently massaged my breast.

The vendors were only just starting to open up. We had 
talked it over and decided to eat and set up our cars 
for the show before checking out the vendors. But we 
had not gone very far when Glenn spotted something in 
one of the tents and pulled me over there. Our whole 
group stopped and Glenn picked up a tiny piece of cloth 
called a Wicked Weasel. It was semi-transparent and 
covered almost nothing!

He looked through them and bought a bright red one and 
ordered me to put it on, right then and there. I took 
off my top and my bikini bottoms and handed them to 
Dale. Then I stood holding the weasel thing up and 
trying to figure out how to put it on as strangers came 
to a sudden stop all around us to watch.

The salesman couldn't have been happier and he helped 
me into the suit, taking the time to feel me up 
liberally as he adjusted it. I looked down at myself, 
then I moved over and looked in a full length mirror he 
brought out and I turned to Glenn and said, "There is 
no way they won't arrest me in this!"

Glenn smiled and shook his head and said, "No. They 
won't bother you. Not as long as you stay inside the 
fairgrounds."

The salesman assured us that the suit was legal in this 
state, but I could see my nipples plainly and my pubic 
hair stuck out on either side of the tiny strip of 
cloth that covered my slit. Glenn said, "That won't 
do." Then he turned to the salesman and asked, "Do you 
have a razor?"

The salesman went into the back and came back out with 
his personal razor and some shaving cream and a damp 
towel. Glenn asked him if he would like to do the 
honors and with a big smile he squatted down and pulled 
the suit away from my pussy and soaped up my pubic 
hair. I didn't have a lot of pubic hair, thankfully. I 
have naturally blonde hair and my pubic patch is a thin 
covering of fine blonde hair which hides nothing. It 
was gone quickly, despite the fact that he was taking 
his sweet time.

After he stood up I turned back to the mirror and I 
realized that I could see my slit clearly. I shook my 
head and turned around. I searched through my crowd of 
admirers and found Lyle, the member of our crowd who is 
a lawyer. I asked him what he thought and he shrugged 
and said, "My legal opinion is that it is not legal, 
but that you will probably get away with it in here, as 
Glenn said. They encourage that kind of thing in these 
places."

"What about all the kids?" I asked.

Lyle said, "They don't let them in if they are under 
sixteen without a parent, and they have signs at the 
gate warning of the possibility of seeing nudity. It 
isn't that uncommon at these things."

My friend, Lisa, was standing nearby and she said, "You 
might as well wear it, you already lost all of your 
pubic hair."

She was grinning and I couldn't tell if she was 
enjoying my discomfort or maybe she was just a bit 
jealous.

I shrugged and Glenn put his arm around me again and we 
headed up to the area where all of the food was being 
sold. The number of people following us had more than 
doubled.

When we got to the top of the small hill where all of 
the food vendors were clustered we staked out several 
large picnic tables and Glenn handed me some money and 
told me to get him a coffee and a breakfast burrito and 
whatever I wanted. So I went and got in line and Lisa 
followed close behind me.

As we inched forward she said, "You have a really 
pretty ass. I never realized it before."

I smiled and said, "It was never totally exposed 
before."

She then asked what I knew she was dying to know. 
"Girl, what the hell happened to you in that tent last 
night?! I never in my life heard sounds like that!"

I pulled her closer and put my arm around her shoulder 
and in as few words as possible I told her about Glenn 
and the huge slab of meat that he had mastered the use 
of. I also told her that I had already informed my 
husband that from now on, even after we got home, I was 
Glenn's to fuck anytime he wanted me.

She looked shocked and said, "Oh no, you didn't! What 
did he say?"

"Nothing yet," I said. "I told him that I loved him, 
but I was not going to give up Glenn and the magic 
cock. It's his fault, he pushed me into it. Now I guess 
we just wait and see."

When I got to the front of the line I had to repeat my 
order twice. The young guy in the order window seemed 
to be having trouble concentrating. I placed my order 
and paid and then moved down and picked the food and 
coffee up at the next window. I picked up the tray and 
turned around to take the food to the table and I was 
surrounded by men of all ages and descriptions staring 
at my nearly naked body. I was self conscious, but I 
smiled graciously and lifted my tray up over my head 
and said, "Excuse me boys," and worked my way through 
the appreciative crowd.

I made it back to the table and sat down beside Glenn 
and we ate quietly, listening to the comments of the 
fairly large crowd.

He kept glancing at me and finally he said, "You're 
having a fucking ball, aren't you?"

I put my hand on his large thigh and said, "If someone 
had told me yesterday that I would have done what I did 
last night, and what I am doing now, I would have 
called them a fucking liar. I am not this kind of 
person. The answer to your question, however, is fuck 
yes I'm having a ball. I am being degraded and 
humiliated and used and I have never been so aroused in 
my god damn life!"

"I heard what you told your husband this morning. I'm 
going to hold you to it. I wasn't kidding earlier. You 
are the hottest fuck I've ever had. You are pretty, and 
young, and sexy, but beyond that, you are a cunt. I 
love cunts."

I wasn't completely certain how he would define a cunt, 
but I smiled and said, "You sweet talker you."

We finished eating and when everyone was ready we went 
to our exhibit hall and began unloading and setting up 
our cars and bikes. The halls weren't open yet and the 
only ones besides us in the building were the security 
guards. I felt very secure because they were both 
hanging around me all morning.

At ten they opened the doors and the crowds started 
streaming in. I alternated back and forth between Dale 
and Glenn. Dale and I didn't get to talk much because 
wherever I was, most of the crowd was. I got a few 
disapproving looks from some of the women, mostly the 
older women. On the other hand, I was surprised at some 
of the compliments I got from a lot of them. I suspect 
that I sold a lot of weasels for that guy over the 
weekend. I had to tell a lot of people where he was 
located.

It was most fun to watch the guys watching me though. 
Some of them tried to be discreet and act like it was 
nothing special. Some of them were embarrassed and 
hardly looked at all. The guys that had women with them 
tried the hardest to be discreet about it, but they 
looked. They all looked. Some of them stood right in 
front of me and stared openly, and it was a little 
embarrassing, because I knew how much of me they could 
see, but it was exciting too. I kind of appreciated 
their honesty.

Glenn sent me out for lunch later and Dale got someone 
to watch over his car while he went with me. We were 
still followed and stared at, but he finally got a 
chance to ask me a couple of questions.

"Kelly," he said, "I guess I screwed up. I got excited 
last night, thinking about you and Glenn. But I am 
scared now. I don't want to lose you."

"I told you Dale," I responded, "I don't love Glenn. I 
love his cock and the way he fucks me. I like the way 
he treats me like shit. I love you though. I don't want 
to lose you, but like I said, I am not going to give up 
Glenn's cock, at least not for a while. Do you think 
you can live with that?"

He looked pretty glum, but he said, "I guess I am going 
to have to. I am sorry I started this, but I love you 
and I won't let you go. No matter how much you 
humiliate me."

"Sweetheart," I said, "I am not doing this to humiliate 
you. Glenn may be, but I am doing it for the sex. I 
know you heard me last night, you said so. I made 
sounds I didn't know that I was capable of. I made them 
for a reason. I have never been so thoroughly fucked in 
my life. I never imagined it could be like that. I 
don't want to hurt you, but you got me into this and I 
like it here. I am not getting out voluntarily. I told 
Glenn, any time he wants to fuck me he can. He thinks 
I'm hot, he said so. At least for a while I suspect he 
is going to want to fuck me a lot. I'm sorry, but I am 
not just going to let him, I am going to beg him."

Dale looked pretty upset. Not mad, but sad, depressed. 
I felt bad for him. Right now though, I didn't care. I 
was walking around nearly naked in front of hundreds of 
people, including a very large group of my close 
friends, at Glenn's insistence. It was making me so 
fucking hot that I wished he would bend me over the 
hood of his car and fuck me right there in front of 
everyone in the place!

I got our food from a vendor and I waited for Dale to 
get his before walking back to the exhibit hall. As he 
walked up behind me I heard him say, "You look so 
fucking hot. I wish I could fuck you right here and 
now. Your ass has never looked sexier. I don't think I 
have ever wanted to fuck you this much, not even the 
first time."

I swished my ass around for him and then he came up 
beside me and we walked past all the gaping mouths and 
admiring faces to our exhibit. I sat at a small table 
with Glenn and Dale and we ate our burgers as we 
watched people come in and admire our cars and bikes. 
As much as the cars attracted attention I still 
remained an attraction myself. 

When no one was looking, Glenn reached over and 
uncovered one of my nipples. I sat there with one 
nipple exposed as people, men mostly, came up and asked 
the guys about their cars. They may have been talking 
about cars, but they were staring at my exposed breast 
the entire time. I felt my face get red. It's funny 
though, because even with that tiny strip of nearly 
transparent cloth covering my nipples they were clearly 
visible. Yet somehow, having the cloth moved away and 
my nipple exposed made me blush.

After we ate, Glenn put up a sign saying he would be 
back soon near the sign that described his car and its 
attributes and we went to look at the other exhibits. 
There were car clubs here from all over the east coast 
and even though up until recently I had not been much 
of a car person, I was slowly coming to appreciate them 
and I saw some really beautiful cars. 

Glenn knew a lot of the people who had cars on display. 
I guess it is a pretty small fraternity. They greeted 
him warmly and gaped at me while they talked cars. They 
often got around to discussing me and when the people 
found out that I was Glenn's sex slave for the weekend 
they frequently couldn't believe it, despite the way 
that I was dressed.

Once, when a man that seemed to be a particularly good 
friend of Glenn's refused to believe it, I ended up on 
my knees in the men's room with my breasts exposed and 
sucking his friend's cock with a dozen men watching in 
disbelief.

We took our time and visited all of the exhibits. We 
must have been gone an hour. Before we went back to our 
exhibit hall we walked down the path to our tent and 
went inside. I was out of that weasel in seconds and 
Glenn stripped down and he fucked me doggie style, 
after I sucked his cock for a few minutes. 

I have always liked doggie style. It is comfortable for 
me. I don't have a lot of weight on me, although 
sometimes I like the feeling of being overpowered and 
taken that I can get when a man gets on top of me. When 
I do it doggie style I like the way a guys balls 
sometimes bounce against my pussy while he fucks me. 
More than that though, the position is just a bit 
degrading if you stop to think about it and that turns 
me on too.

It was like a whole new position when I did it with 
Glenn though. His big, thick cock plumbed new depths 
and I was once more crying out in a haze of lust as he 
held my hips and fucked me violently. His big balls 
swung between my thighs with every thrust and came up 
and gently slapped against my clit. I was once more 
making helpless animal sounds and having one wonderful 
orgasm after another and when he finally came, filling 
me with his potent seed, I shivered beneath him and 
thanked Dale under my breath for selling me to this 
large, virile man.

After Glenn finally pulled his cock out of me I turned 
around and cleaned him eagerly. He started getting hard 
again but he smiled and pushed me away and said, 
"That's enough for now slut. We need to save something 
for tonight."

I grinned and said, "Yes master." Then I reached down 
and scooped up some of his cum and as I stared at his 
eyes I greedily licked my fingers clean. When I reached 
down for more he stopped me.

He held up my tiny suit and showed me the crotch, which 
was wet from my day of excitement. He said, "Leave a 
little bit in there to seep out onto your crotch. The 
wetter it is the sexier you look."

I didn't think it could get any more transparent, but I 
wouldn't have argued if he had ordered me to go out 
naked, so it didn't matter. I messed with the suit for 
a few minutes and finally figured it out on my own this 
time. Then we walked out and headed back to our exhibit 
hall.

On the way past the exhibitors we stopped and he bought 
two more of the Wicked Weasels. For such tiny little 
things they were pretty expensive. He liked them 
though, and to be honest, wearing them kept me so 
fucking horny, I liked them too.

We stopped on the way back in and he bought something 
to eat for the two of us and, at my request, he got 
something for Dale too, since Dale had no one readily 
available to relieve him. We once more occupied a small 
table inside and the three of us ate. You would have 
thought that the two men would be uncomfortable with 
each other, but that didn't seem to be the case. 

Once I had assured Dale that I still loved him he must 
have felt freer to enjoy watching me as I was turned 
into a slut. I guess he must have fantasized about 
something like this for a while, though he had never 
mentioned it to me. The two of them seemed to be 
getting along just as though Glenn was not fucking his 
wife and parading her around nearly naked.

After we finished our supper of fair food we lounged 
around for a few minutes and Dale finally noticed the 
crotch of my suit. I saw the look on his face and I 
looked down to see that my crotch was soaked and there 
were a few streaks of cum actually running a little way 
down my thigh. 

I smiled at him when I looked back up and then I 
noticed the crotch of his pants. His cock was as hard 
as a railroad spike. It wasn't as long or as fat as 
Glenn's, but as I said, he had a very nice cock and it 
was very obvious. 

I said, "That must have been a pretty good supper, 
Dale. You don't usually get a hard-on from food."

He chuckled and instead of replying he turned to Glenn 
and said, "Glenn, she is yours for the weekend, of 
course, and she told me that you can fuck her any time 
that you want after we get home. I was wondering, 
though, if I could talk you into sharing your bitch. I 
have been running around here nearly all day with a 
hard-on and it is really getting painful." 

Glenn smiled and said, "Certainly Dale. I am deeply 
indebted to you. Come with me."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me along and we ducked 
into the men's room and right there in front of a dozen 
more men he pushed the suit down off my breasts and 
pushed me down over the sink counter and pulled the 
little string that went through the crack of my ass out 
of the way. He smiled at Dale and said, "She's all 
yours dude, help yourself."

Dale looked around the room and saw all of the people 
watching incredulously. I thought he would be too 
nervous to do it, but he smiled and pulled his cock out 
and fucked me roughly, right in front of everyone. He 
shuffled up behind me and dipped down and slipped his 
cock into me and drove it home immediately. I groaned 
in pleasure and started to close my eyes and lay my 
head down on the counter. Glenn stopped me and ordered 
me to keep my head up and look in the mirror at all of 
the people watching us fuck in a public men's room. 
People were cheering him, cheering both of us on, and I 
loved it. I came twice before he finished and then I 
showed him my new trick when I dropped down and sucked 
his cock and his balls clean.

Dale groaned in pleasure as I laved his family jewels 
for him. Finally he put them away and I stood up and 
covered as much of myself as I could with the weasel 
and we walked out to the sound of applause. 

As we left the restroom, people nearby heard the 
applause and turned to look. Many of my friends saw me 
coming out of the men's room but by now it didn't 
really matter. They already knew what kind of a weekend 
I was having. They may not know all of the particulars, 
but they knew that I was now not just a slave to Glenn, 
but a sex-slave and that I was way beyond enjoying it. 
I was, in fact, deliriously happy and enjoying being 
paraded around nearly naked and being fucked in the 
men's rooms and we won't even go into what happened 
last night.

What made it so strange to them is that I had probably 
been one of the most conservative women in the group. 
Or at least I had been up until now. I suppose that we 
were all wondering what had gotten into me. I grinned 
when that thought crossed my mind. I knew exactly what 
had gotten into me. Glenn's wonderful cock had gotten 
into me. It had gotten into me very far and I had never 
enjoyed a fuck that much in my life. I suppose they 
knew that from the sounds they heard coming from that 
tent last night and again this morning.

We went back through the crowd, me with cum leaking out 
of the crotch of my one tiny article of clothing. The 
people in the room parted before us and stared in awe 
as we went past. 

Dale was kept pretty busy after that. He had been busy 
all day. It seems that MOPAR is underrepresented at 
these shows and his Superbee was pretty popular.

I waited around with Glenn, listening to people come up 
and visit with him. A lot of the people were exhibitors 
who we had spoken with earlier, but most of them were 
just people who liked his 1969 Z-28 Camaro convertible. 
He got some pretty fantastic offers for it. Dale had 
gotten some too. But these people didn't need money and 
they loved their cars.

The exhibit halls finally closed at six, but the 
vendors were still open for another two hours and most 
of us started making the circuit, checking out the 
vendor tents. Most of the stuff available was guy 
stuff. There were a lot of parts for cars and bikes and 
t-shirts with nasty things written across the front. 
There were several vendors selling costume jewelry, but 
I am not a jewelry person. I have my engagement ring 
and my wedding ring and my watch. Those are the only 
items of jewelry that I ever wear. 

At one of the vendors the girl had jewelry for pierced 
navels and nipples. I saw a glint in Glenn's eye and I 
quickly steered him away from there. We made the entire 
circuit and some of us bought t-shirts. One of the guys 
bought some car parts for another car he is restoring. 
For the most part though, what we did was entertain the 
crowd with my nearly naked body. 

I was asked to pose for pictures with a lot of guys and 
when Glenn encouraged them they often got carried away. 
It was all done in fun though, and it was fun, posing 
for pictures with strange men feeling me up or leaning 
down and nipping at my nipple.

We were all tired of burgers and hot dogs so we took up 
a collection and one couple went out and bought a dozen 
pizzas and some more beer. The rest of us sat around 
the rekindled campfire and talked. A lot of the 
conversation was about me. We hadn't been there long 
before Glenn started pulling my suit off. I stood up 
and slipped out of it and sat back down in his lap. 

No one was shocked anymore, but everyone was watching 
as he stuck his fingers in my sopping wet pussy and 
then into my mouth. There were still traces of cum from 
the two different men that had fucked me today. My 
juices combined with those traces to coat my tongue and 
I felt so nasty, and so fucking horny. I could have 
fucked every man in our car club tonight. I imagine 
that would have pissed off some of my girlfriends, but 
I would have worried about that later.

I got up and got us both a beer and when I came back 
Lisa had her arms around Glenn's neck and was talking 
to him quietly. She smiled at me and then said, "The 
next time we have a charity auction I'm going to be 
feeling pretty charitable. I want to see what you do to 
make those sounds come out of Kelly's mouth. 

Glenn smiled at her and said, "You don't have to wait, 
come by the tent tonight, you can watch."

I saw her eyes light up. I was pretty close to Lisa, 
but I didn't know her husband Frank all that well. He 
always seemed kind of aloof. I found it hard to believe 
he would permit her to watch, much less be auctioned 
off. I glanced over at him though and was surprised to 
see that he was watching her and smiling. Maybe Frank 
was easier going than I thought!

Glenn looked over at Frank and said, "While we are 
waiting for the pizza, why don't you take Kelly into 
your tent for a little while? She's getting pretty 
agitated and could use something to calm her down."

I watched as Frank looked at Lisa and the next thing I 
knew, Frank was standing up and I had Frank on one arm 
and Lisa on the other and they were leading me into 
their tent. Frank started undressing while Lisa helped 
me lay down on the large air mattress that took up most 
of the floor space in their tent. She stretched out 
beside me and smiled, and then she leaned down and 
kissed me sweetly on the lips. I was a little shocked, 
but I returned her kiss and soon we were kissing 
passionately. That was another first for me! 

Lisa kissed me and her hands explored my breasts and 
when Frank moved over me she didn't stop. Her hand left 
my breast long enough to reach down and help him guide 
his cock into me, then she returned it to my breasts. 

Frank was very good. He was no Glenn, but he had a nice 
thick cock and he really knew how to use it. I had 
never been kissed by a woman whose husband was fucking 
me before. It was pretty exciting. She was a very good 
kisser.

I had been either having sex or being teased or just 
shown off all day and I was very horny. So it wasn't 
long before I started cumming. Frank had been watching 
me all day and I guess he was pretty turned on too, 
because he started cumming soon too. I didn't know who 
to hug! I ended up with one arm around Frank's neck and 
one around Lisa's neck and crying out loudly as they 
made love to me. We stayed like that for a few minutes, 
then Frank got up and I sucked his cock clean. 

Frank put his pants on and went back outside and Lisa 
and I stayed on the mattress and made out a little 
longer and talked quietly. I told her about how 
wonderful Glenn was. I could never give that up now. 
Lisa was shivering with lust as I stood up and we 
walked out.

The pizza had arrived and we ate quietly. Then Glenn 
ordered Lisa to come over and sit on his lap. When she 
obeyed he put an arm around her and asked, "Do you like 
helping other women get fucked? Do you do that often?"

She smiled and said, "That was the first time, and yes, 
I enjoyed the hell out of it."

Glenn said, "I think I'm going to fuck one of you now." 
While he was talking he started undressing Lisa. Lisa 
glanced quickly at Frank, but Frank just smiled, so she 
let it happen. He pulled her top off and then he 
unhooked her bra and threw it on the ground. Lisa was a 
few years older than me. She is a beautiful redhead and 
her breasts look like C cups, maybe just barely a D 
cup. She is so slender that it is hard to tell.

Glenn played with her breasts now and Lisa closed her 
eyes and moaned at his gentle touch. After a few 
minutes he said, "I want you and Kelly to go take a 
shower and while you are gone I will decide who I am 
going to fuck." 

Then he helped her to her feet and stripped her shorts 
and panties off with one swift motion. She walked in 
front of the fire, in front of all of her friends, 
naked for the first time now, and got her towel and 
soap from her tent. I rushed to Glenn's tent and got 
mine and we went to the shower area. 

This was a much better time to shower, the water was 
warmer and so was the air. We started soaping up, but 
Glenn stopped us and said, "Soap each other up good. 
Get me in the mood to fuck one of you."

I looked around and all of the men were standing around 
watching. I turned back to her and we moved into each 
other's arms and began to make out and soap up at the 
same time. It took a lot longer this way, but it was a 
hell of a lot of fun.

We finally rinsed off and dried off and went back out 
to the campfire. Glenn said, "I guess I'm ready to take 
you two into the tent now, unless the rest of you want 
to watch." That sent a chill down my spine.

No one spoke for a moment and then Carol said quietly, 
"I'd like to watch."

I was shocked. Carol was the oldest of us girls, and 
definitely the most conservative. She saw our faces and 
she said, "I've never seen anyone make love. I've never 
even seen a porn movie. If nobody minds, I'd like to 
watch."

Frank got up and went into his tent and came back out 
with his queen sized air mattress. He put it down near 
enough to the fire that there would be plenty of light. 
Then he picked up his beer and moved back to his chair. 

Glenn looked around and said, "There is still too much 
traffic out on the path. If those of you who want to 
watch will stand so as to block the view from those two 
sides, we will start the show."

Everyone stood up and stood between the mattress and 
the path and the mattress and the nearest campsite, and 
Glen said, "Okay you two, get on the mattress and get 
started while I make up my mind."

It was one thing to do it in a tent where all of my 
friends could hear us. Quite another to do it right in 
front of them! But Lisa didn't hesitate. She pulled me 
over and we lay down and started making out, and for 
the first time I touched another woman's breast. I 
would have thought that it would be no big deal. After 
all, I have breasts and I touch them all the time, but 
someone else's breasts feel different. I guess the most 
exciting thing is the way that they react when you 
touch them. It was very exciting to watch her getting 
so aroused, in large part due to my fingers and my 
lips. 

We kissed and touched and before long I heard Glenn 
undressing. I knew when he had taken his pants off by 
the gasps from the audience. I giggled and held Lisa 
down so that she couldn't see it and we kissed 
passionately. Before long the mattress moved under 
Glenn's weight and he spread Lisa's thighs wide and 
started eating her out while I kissed her and kissed 
and sucked her tits. She started cumming almost 
immediately. It had been a very sexy evening, and Glenn 
was a real good pussy eater.

I was pretty sure that he had decided to fuck Lisa. I 
felt just a twinge of jealousy, but mostly I was happy 
for her. I held her down and continued to kiss her as 
Glenn finally moved up over her and I reached down and 
guided him to her opening. 

He slowly pushed the head in and then I moved my hand 
out of the way and he worked more and more of his cock 
into her. About three quarters of the way in Lisa's 
eyes popped open and she said, "Oh my god!" 

That was almost the last intelligible thing that she 
said for the next half hour as Glenn fucked her into a 
stupor and she cried out and screamed into my mouth and 
came over and over and over while I kissed her and 
played with her breasts.

Glenn changed positions several times and Lisa was like 
a limp rag when he finally finished. She just collapsed 
onto the mattress and panted with a glazed look of lust 
in her eyes. I felt so turned on to have been a part of 
it. 

When Glenn finally pulled out of her I cleaned him, 
which really got to the women in the audience, and then 
I ate her pussy clean. When the sex high began to 
subside and we looked around at the faces of the other 
women I was pleased to see that none of them were 
looking at us with disapproval. I had feared that this 
would be way too much. As it turned out, though, they 
might not have the nerve to try it themselves, but they 
certainly appreciated Glenn's cock for what it could do 
to us.

I was looking around at the crowd when I noticed 
finally that two of them were not a part of our group. 
They were cops! Not security guards, real cops.

I said, "Oh fuck!" and sat up. Everyone turned to see 
what I was looking at and I heard someone say, 
"Busted!"

One of the cops smiled and said, "That was the sexiest 
damn thing I have ever seen. I'm afraid I'm going to 
have to ask you to keep it inside the tents from now on 
though folks, if you don't mind." 

The cops talked to a few of the people for a while and 
then left us alone. As soon as they left everyone took 
a deep breath. Frank put his mattress back in his tent. 
I looked around at everyone's faces and wondered what 
it would be like when we got home and got together for 
a regular club meeting. Would we all still be good 
friends? I hoped we weren't fucking up the club 
dynamic. We had a lot of fun together.

Everyone started drifting off to their tents and it 
wasn't long before I started hearing the unmistakable 
sounds of sex coming from all around me. Glenn 
certainly did know how to get a party going. He grabbed 
my hand and we went into his tent and he ordered me to 
suck his cock again.

I took his soft cock into my mouth and started sucking 
and Jerry came in and I heard him undress behind me. 
Then he came closer and he was messing around with 
something for a minute and then I felt him spread my 
ass open and stick his finger into my asshole. It was 
cold and I realized that he was spreading a lubricant, 
preparing to fuck my ass. I tried to pull my head off 
of Glenn's cock and tell him I didn't do anal sex. 
Glenn just held my head in place and for some reason I 
accepted that. I stopped struggling and Glenn smiled at 
me and said, "That's a good girl."

I waited nervously as Jerry began stretching me out and 
lubricating me and after a while I realized that he had 
three of his large fingers in me and it wasn't that 
bad. Maybe I could handle it. I had tried it once with 
a lover in college, but we didn't know what we were 
doing and it had hurt like hell. I had sworn that I 
would never do that again. At the time I had not 
anticipated being a slave though.

Jerry pulled his fingers away and greased his big cock 
up and he lodged the head of his cock into the crack of 
my ass, right up against the hole, and started pushing 
gently. I tried to make myself relax and Glenn said, 
"That's a good girl. It won't be so bad if you just let 
it happen." 

I was trying to concentrate on sucking Glenn's cock and 
his hands on my tits. There was a sudden feeling that 
was more like an uncomfortable stretching than real 
pain and his cock head popped through the ring of 
muscle and lodged in my ass. I groaned, but more in 
fear than pain. 

Once his cock was in place, Jerry leaned over me and 
reached around and started to play with my pussy and 
strum his fingers lightly across my clit and it 
actually started feeling pretty nice. I started to 
relax and he slid another inch of his cock into me and 
stopped again. I had to assume that he had done this 
before. He was pretty good at it. It wasn't even that 
unpleasant.

I felt Glenn's cock starting to get hard again, 
finally. I was afraid that he had reached his limit. I 
didn't know if my mouth was making the difference, or 
if he was excited from watching Jerry stretch out my 
ass with his thick cock.

Jerry really took his time and there was no sudden 
invasion of my ass. There was never any severe pain, 
just a slight feeling of discomfort, and of having to 
go to the bathroom. He took his sweet time getting his 
entire cock buried in me and he played with my pussy 
the entire time. With Glenn's cock to distract me I 
actually found it kind of pleasant when Jerry finally 
started slowly fucking my ass. 

I started moaning around Glenn's cock, but it wasn't 
pain, it was pleasure. I guess it made a big difference 
if the guy fucking your ass knew what the hell he was 
doing. Jerry obviously did. He started picking up the 
pace and I picked up the pace with Glenn's cock and I 
was really starting to enjoy it. I was soon getting 
really turned on and when I felt Jerry tense up and 
slam his cock into me several times and then stiffen up 
and I realized he was cumming in my ass I surprised all 
three of us by having my own orgasm.

Jerry finished cumming and held his position, keeping 
his slowly softening cock in my ass while I started 
devoting more of my attention to Glenn. Once I started 
showing a little more enthusiasm, Glenn started moaning 
and I knew he was getting close. He started lifting his 
hips and I responded by driving my lips farther and 
farther down his shaft while I teased his balls with my 
fingers.

I shocked all three of us when, suddenly the head of 
Glenn's cock slid into my throat. Glenn gasped and 
swore and I heard Jerry say, "I'll be a son of a bitch! 
Look at what this cunt just did!"

It hurt my throat, but not as bad as I might have 
expected, and probably not as bad as Jerry's cock in my 
ass. I drew my head back and tried again and damn if it 
didn't slide right down my throat again! I had never 
been able to deep throat, not even a small cock. Well, 
normal sized cock. Now I was taking a little more of 
Glenn's monster cock down my throat with each stroke 
and he was swearing loudly as I buried more and more of 
it in my throat. Finally, just before he lost it, I had 
my lips buried around the base of his cock and he swore 
loudly, one last time and his ass came up off of the 
sleeping bag and he shot his cum straight down my 
throat. 

I managed to keep him buried in my throat until he 
finished cumming and then I eased my mouth back and 
gasped for breath. I smiled up at him and he was 
looking at me with a look of awe on his face. A look, I 
might modestly add, that was well deserved.

He gasped for breath for a minute and then he said, "No 
fucking broad has ever been able to deep throat my 
cock! Jesus Christ! That was fucking fantastic!"

I grinned up at him and then I took stock. I had just 
been fucked in the ass and not only was it not that 
bad. I had actually achieved orgasm from it. Then, my 
crowning achievement, I had taken Glenn's monster cock 
down my throat, something no other woman has ever been 
able to do. This has been a very educational weekend!

Dale had no idea how much he was going to benefit from 
my time with Glenn.

I started to stretch out beside Glenn, I was totally 
exhausted. But Glenn stopped me and said, "Whoa girl, 
you have some cleaning up to do first. Don't forget 
your place."

I wasn't too happy about that. Thinking about where 
Jerry's cock had just been was kind of turning my 
stomach. I turned around and bent my head down to his 
crotch and it didn't smell any worse than if it had 
just come from my pussy. It was dark. I couldn't see 
well enough to know if there were any surprises there. 
I tentatively took his soft, slimy cock into my mouth 
and I didn't taste anything unusual. I just tried not 
to think about what I was doing and get it over with 
quickly.

Then I turned back around and Glenn let me into his 
sleeping bag and we snuggled up and went to sleep. 

The next morning we didn't have sex. I guess I had worn 
them out. I put on a light blue weasel and we gathered 
outside by the fire until it was time to go up and eat. 
It was warmer this morning and actually kind of 
pleasant. 

Lisa came out of her tent, which is right next to 
Glenn's, and sat down beside me. She whispered that she 
had heard a lot of strange noises before she went to 
sleep last night and she was wondering what had 
happened. I was pretty proud of myself, so I told her 
about taking Jerry, who is nearly as well hung as 
Glenn, into my ass, and then about taking Glenn's pony 
sized cock down my throat. 

She didn't believe me at first, but she looked up at 
Glenn and he nodded and she said, "There is no way I 
could do that! I guess you're a better slut than me 
after all." But she was just teasing, not saying it to 
be mean or anything.

I took it as a compliment and thanked her.

Eventually everyone was up and ready and we headed up 
to the vendor area to get some food. All of us were up, 
but we didn't seem to be really awake yet. Never fear, 
Glenn had a cure for that. He knew just how to get our 
blood flowing this morning. He stopped at the vendor 
selling Wicked Weasels and picked out a transparent 
white suit and told Lisa to undress and put it on. 

She grinned and quickly stripped out of her clothes 
and, with the help of the vendor, pulled the revealing 
little piece of cloth over her private parts. It was 
again necessary to borrow his razor, and again, he 
didn't seem to mind at all as he squatted down in front 
of Lisa and pulled the suit away from her pussy and 
shaved off her pubic hair.

Before we continued up to the food area, Glenn offered 
to buy a weasel for any other woman who wanted one, as 
long as they put it on right there. There were several 
others in our group that would have looked good in one, 
but he got no takers.

We went up to the food vendors and had a light 
breakfast of junk food and black coffee and made our 
plans for breaking down the exhibit when it closed up 
at four this evening and going home. One of the plans 
was that Jerry would drive Glenn's truck home and Glenn 
would ride with Dale and me. 

We didn't have to set anything up this morning, so we 
had time to enjoy our coffee and goof off a little 
before the exhibit opened. Lisa and I stayed together 
and attracted a lot of attention and I noticed that the 
little piece of material over her crotch got very wet 
very quickly and even more transparent. 

I smiled at her and said, "You enjoy this shit as much 
as I do, don't you?"

She shook her head enthusiastically. Then she said, 
"Frank has tried to get me to loosen up and do some of 
this shit for a long time. He is a bit of a pervert. I 
have always been afraid to let myself go, but when I 
saw how much fun you were having I just said 'fuck it'. 
Why should you have all the fun? It remains to be seen 
how this will affect our little club in the long run, 
but so far this weekend I am having a fucking blast."

"Yeah," I said. "I am too. I was really pissed at Dale 
when he volunteered me to be auctioned off. At first I 
was just going along to get even with him. Now though, 
Christ! I ate a woman's pussy for the first time. I got 
fucked in the ass and had an orgasm. I deep throated 
Glenn's huge cock, and I have been running around 
nearly naked for two days and either turning on or 
scandalizing hundreds of people. I fucking love it!"

They finally opened up the exhibits and we went in and 
hung around with the guys as they showed off and 
answered questions about their cars. I don't know how 
much Lisa and I had to do with it, but ours seemed to 
be the most popular exhibit today.

At two o'clock the prize committee announced the 
winners in the various categories. Dale won a lesser 
prize, but no cash. It was enough to keep him happy 
though. Glenn's car took second place in the show and 
he won a small amount of money. I doubt if it was 
enough to pay for the Wicked Weasels he had bought. 
That was okay, he wasn't here for the money. He has 
been having as much fun as I have this weekend.

At four they started closing up and the guys brought 
the trailers up and started loading. The girls had all 
gone down to the campsite earlier and broke down the 
tents and packed everything up. When the cars were 
loaded on the trailers the guys drove them down and we 
loaded up the camping gear and by five we were ready to 
leave. 

We all piled into the vehicles and headed home. When 
Dale had started getting serious about restoring and 
showing his car he had bought a big pickup truck with a 
crew cab. It had a huge, luxurious back seat, and that 
was where Glenn and I were riding on the trip home. 

We had to keep our eyes on Dale, he kept watching us 
instead of the road and finally Glenn told him that if 
he would pay attention to his driving he would make 
sure that he got a blowjob when he stopped at the 
halfway rest stop.

I was naked from the time we left the fairgrounds. For 
the next hour and a half I teased and pleased Glenn's 
cock. I pleased a lot of truckers too. I spent a lot of 
time with my butt pressed up against the side window 
while I sucked on his cock and Dale passed trucks. He 
kept the CB on and we listened to the truckers talking 
about my ass all the way to the mid-way rest stop. We 
pulled in and I slipped on a pair of shorts and a crop 
top and we used the facilities. Then I got in front 
with Dale and demonstrated my newfound deep throat 
skills. 

He came very quickly and it wasn't until I started 
backing out of the cab to get back into the rear seat 
with Glenn that I realized that we had an audience of 
several of the truckers we had passed.

They were friendly and kidded about wanting a better 
look at my pretty ass. Glenn put me on my knees on the 
back seat with my legs sticking out of the door and 
after looking around he pulled my shorts down to my 
knees and offered the truckers a chance to look all 
they wanted. I guess they all had defective vision, 
because they were all looking with Braille. For the 
next ten minutes a large number of truckers stood 
around and took turns playing with my ass and sticking 
fingers inside my wet pussy. 

It looked like we were going to have a gangbang pretty 
soon, so Glenn said, "Sorry guys, but we need to hit 
the road. If we had more time I'd let a few of you fuck 
the bitch, but it's getting late."

They were pretty disappointed. I was surprised to find 
that I was too. Glenn was about to make it up to me 
though. As soon as Dale pulled out on the highway I was 
naked again and Glenn rolled down the passenger side 
window and stuck my head out the window and fucked me 
doggie style with my head out the window and my tits 
bouncing in the wind for a good half an hour. It was 
exhilarating and I had several long, loud orgasms 
before he finally came.

I turned around and cleaned him eagerly, and then I 
cleaned myself up and he climbed over the console and 
into the front passenger seat while I stretched out and 
went to sleep. The next thing I knew we were home.

Dale parked the trailer and unhooked it from the truck. 
We were both exhausted and so we decided to unload 
everything tomorrow after he got home from work. I made 
a light supper of real food and we took showers and 
went to bed by nine.

I normally wake up when he does in the morning, but I 
slept right through it on Monday. I didn't wake up 
until after eight. I got dressed and made coffee. After 
a couple of cups of coffee I felt more human and I went 
out and unloaded the camping gear from the trailer. I 
set the tent up in the back yard to air it out and hung 
Dale's sleeping back over the clothes line. Mine was 
unused so I just put it away. I took our bags inside 
and washed clothes. I didn't have many dirty clothes 
either, a couple of shorts and tops and two wicked 
weasels.

The only thing left for Dale to do when he got home was 
take the car off of the trailer and put it in the 
garage.

I went to the store and picked up some groceries. Then 
I went home and put them away and sat around thinking 
about what I had done this past weekend, and the things 
that I had done to me. I realized that I had no 
regrets, none at all.

Dale came home and after supper he took the car off of 
the trailer and put it away. Then he came in and took a 
shower and he came out to the kitchen naked and said, 
"I have been thinking about this weekend all day long. 
I couldn't concentrate worth a shit. I have never been 
so horny in my life. Come on bitch, let's fuck."

Dale would never have spoken to me that way before this 
weekend. He was the nicest, most considerate guy in the 
world. He didn't sound completely comfortable talking 
that way, but I liked that he was trying and I took his 
hand and as we walked towards the bedroom I said, "Yes 
master. I have had the same problem. I seem to be 
turning into a slut, and I like it."

He grinned and said, "Me too."

He nearly tore my clothes off and then he tossed me on 
the bed and jumped on top of me. He held my hands up 
over my head and shoved his cock into me roughly and as 
he fucked me we relived the things that had happened to 
me this weekend and Christ it was hot! I came over and 
over and he just kept fucking me, even after he had cum 
and his cock was soft he still ground it around inside 
of me and I came one last time. We both knew that it 
had been the best fuck we had ever had. 

I lifted my head off the bed and kissed his chest, and 
then I licked the salty sweat off of him and moaned 
passionately as his pubic bone ground against my clit 
and I came again. I couldn't take anymore after that. I 
was fucked out. I fell back onto the bed and told him 
how wonderful he was and thanked him for a very 
exciting weekend.

He rolled off of me and held me in his arms and said, 
"It wasn't planned. I had no idea it would go that far. 
Once I saw how much fun you were having though, it 
turned me on just as much as it did you."

There was a pause in the conversation while we kissed. 
Then he said, "I wonder how long it will be before he 
comes to fuck you? I wonder if he will do it here, or 
take you somewhere."

I had been wondering those same things. Just the 
thought of it hanging over me was exciting to me. I 
could picture all kinds of exciting scenarios. 

On Tuesday Lisa came over and we had coffee and talked 
for a while. She was just as excited about last weekend 
as Dale and I were. It turns out that Frank and Dale 
must have a lot of the same fantasies. They both got a 
big kick out of watching what Glenn did to us, and let 
others do to us. 

Lisa and I talked for a couple of hours and then, and 
I'm not sure how it happened, we ended up in our bed. 
It was a lot of fun. We both got off on it. We agreed 
though that it wasn't as much fun as when we were doing 
it to entertain the guys. I did get laid out of it 
though. That night, when I told Dale what we had done, 
he pretty much raped me. I like being raped by my 
husband.

I didn't hear from Glenn until Thursday. He called me 
up and told me to be ready to go out when he came by 
Friday after work. He said I would be picked up at 
four. I was to wear my sexiest outfit, well, he said 
sluttiest. It's the same thing I guess. 

I made a special meal for Dale that night and while we 
ate I told him about the phone call from Glenn. Dale 
was almost as excited as I was. So, of course, we ended 
up in bed again. A woman's work is never done. I really 
liked the change in Dale since last weekend. He was 
much more forceful, more, I don't know, masculine 
maybe? I liked the change.

I spent most of Friday morning trying to decide what to 
wear before I decided I needed to go shopping. I didn't 
have anything that was really knock-your-socks-off 
slutty. I got dressed and went to a store that Lisa had 
told me about called Sweet Nothings. 

A pretty redhead met me at the door and asked me if she 
could help me find something. I told her I had a date 
this evening and needed something really slutty.

She smiled and said, "That's our specialty."

I followed her through the racks and she pointed out 
some really beautiful, imaginative and slutty clothing. 
The thing that caught my eye was a tiny little black 
silk slip. It was half lace and it would just barely 
cover my ass, if indeed it did cover my ass. I tried it 
on and it was really beautiful, and extremely sexy. The 
lace parts were pretty much see-through and they 
covered, more or less, my breasts and the bottom two 
inches of the hem. My nipples were plainly visible.

I knew that Glenn would love it. There was just one 
question. Did I have enough nerve to wear it when I 
went out? The owner, Jo showed me a few more outfits, 
and I saw a lot of things I liked, but I kept coming 
back to that silk slip.

Jo knew that I wanted it. She smiled and said, "If you 
have the balls, go for it. It's really beautiful, if 
you have the nerve."

I finally decided that if Glenn wanted slutty, you 
couldn't get much sluttier than that. I bought it and 
told her I would be back when I had more time to pick 
out a few more things from her really great selection.

I went home and made Dale's dinner and put it in the 
oven and then I went upstairs and got ready. At four 
o'clock I was standing by the door waiting. I was too 
nervous to sit down.

At a couple of minutes after four I saw a stretch limo 
pull into my driveway. I grabbed my purse and as soon 
as the doorbell rang I opened the door. Glenn looked at 
me and his face lit up and he said, "Fucking 
beautiful!" Then he grabbed my purse and tossed it on a 
table and told me that I didn't need it.

I followed him out to the car and the chauffer held the 
door for us, and got a nice view of my ass I'm sure. I 
didn't have any idea what was planned for this evening, 
so I guess I wasn't all that surprised to find that 
there were six other men already in the limo waiting 
for me. Glenn introduced me to them, but I didn't 
remember a single name. I remember the looks on their 
faces though. These men knew that I was a slut, even 
before they saw what I was wearing, and they knew that 
they were going to get lucky tonight. As their eyes 
moved over my body it was obvious that they approved 
and were really looking forward to it.

One of them pulled me into his lap and his hand was on 
my pussy before the limo got out of the driveway. I 
looked around at the men and they were all well dressed 
and I assumed under other circumstances would have been 
reasonably sophisticated. All of them were older than 
Glenn, in their fifties at least. They all looked 
pretty distinguished though and I thought that I just 
might have an interesting evening.

As I was getting gently mauled by the man who had 
pulled me into his lap the straps on my slip slid down 
off of my shoulders and the man behind me leaned over 
and said, "Here, let me help you with that." Then he 
pulled the straps and the top of my slip down, exposing 
my breasts. Until recently I had been self conscious 
about my breasts. I suppose most women would like 
bigger breasts, just like most men wish they had a 
larger penis. The reactions I had gotten recently had 
made me more confident about my figure and the 
reactions of these men only served to reinforce my 
growing self confidence.

None of the men who could see my breasts at this moment 
were disappointed in the least. They were, in fact, 
quite complimentary. I just relaxed and went with it as 
I was felt up and kissed and slowly passed around. 

We rode for nearly an hour in rush hour traffic, which 
means we hadn't gone very far. The limo pulled into a 
line of cars and I was surprised to see that we were 
lined up to go to a basketball game! The limo was 
waived out of line and directed to a different entrance 
and we were let out at a private bank of elevators. 

There were about a dozen men waiting for an elevator 
and they stared incredulously as I approached them 
surrounded by seven well dressed executives. We got the 
elevator after them and I was molested all the way to 
the top floor. When we got out of the elevator a cute 
young girl recognized the men and realized that they 
knew where they were going and didn't need directions. 
She smiled sweetly and you would never have known from 
her expression that a nearly naked woman was standing 
in front of her. 

I was guided to a luxury loge which was already 
occupied by four men. I learned later that the four men 
awaiting our arrival were the CEO of Glenn's company 
and three senior executives. I was offered a drink and 
then placed in the care of the lecherous CEO. 

Before he pushed me over to the CEO, Glenn said, 
"Kelly, I love your outfit, but you don't need it here. 
Remind me to return it when we leave." He pulled my 
slip off over my head and I was then placed in the 
hands of the CEO. 

I looked around nervously at first. It was obvious that 
the loge was private and when I saw that I wouldn't 
offend any of the other sports fans I relaxed and 
enjoyed myself. I don't care for basketball, but then, 
I wasn't there to watch the game. 

I listened as Glenn assured everyone that I was not a 
hooker, just an everyday housewife. The wife of a 
friend that was a member of a club he was in. I wasn't 
even a swinger, just a newly converted slut. That 
really turned the guys on, that and the fact that I was 
less than half their age.

The men all took off their jackets and ties and waited 
their turn as the CEO took me in his arms and began 
pawing me. He had no special talent for it, but the 
situation was so damned erotic that I was really 
getting off on it. I had been shown off extensively at 
the car show last weekend. This was different though. 
These guys were all going to fuck me. Or I was going to 
suck them off, or both, anything they wanted for the 
next few hours. I was finally getting my gangbang. I 
just hoped I didn't kill anyone.

The CEO played with me for a while, but before long he 
stood up and bent me over a table and fucked me in 
front of his executives as they encouraged him. He was 
nothing special, but the situation was such a turn on 
that I started cumming not long after he started 
fucking me. 

The six men from the limo and Glenn held back while the 
senior executives each had a turn at my pussy. When 
they had finished and taken seats to watch the game for 
a while, Glenn helped me up and sent me into our 
private bathroom to clean up. When I came back out I 
was tossed onto my back on the table and things got a 
bit rougher after that. I loved it!

They took me two at a time then, one in my mouth and 
one in my pussy. They must have been informed that I 
could deep throat, because each of them shoved their 
cocks into my throat. So this was a gangbang! I loved 
it! I laid there and imagined that I was being raped by 
a gang of men and I had one huge orgasm after another. 

Several of them went around twice before they put their 
pants back on and took seats to watch the game. I 
cleaned up again and became a serving wench until 
someone decided that they wanted another piece of me. 
After the initial gangbang though, there wasn't a lot 
of sex. I brought them food and drinks and they never 
failed to explore my body with their hands. 
Unfortunately, once the game started they were actually 
watching it! I had fun though, and got to drink a good 
bit of very expensive booze.

We stayed until most of the fans had left the stadium 
and I ended up sucking off the CEO, even though he 
didn't think he could get it up again. I proved that he 
could. He had heard about my oral skills and had never 
had anyone go deep on him. Well, to be honest, his cock 
wasn't all that big and the head of his cock just 
barely reached to my throat, but he enjoyed the hell 
out of it. 

I got my slip back and we walked down the deserted 
corridor and down to the nearly deserted parking area. 
The limos were waiting for us and we split up into two 
groups again. The ride home was a lot more relaxed than 
the trip to the game had been. I made the trip in the 
nude again, but just so that I would be decorative. 
Nobody had any energy left for more than enjoying the 
view.

We dropped all of the others off first and when it was 
just Glenn and he asked if I had had fun. I assured him 
that I had and he said, "Good, because we will probably 
do this fairly often."

We went to his house next and as he was getting out of 
the limo he told me that I was being dropped off last 
so that I could tip the driver. I smiled at him and 
said, "No problem."

A few minutes later we pulled up in front of my house 
and the driver came around and opened the back door and 
leaned in. He was a young guy, or at least younger than 
all the other guys I had had sex with this evening. He 
was in his mid thirties I guess. He smiled and asked, 
"Is it okay? Mr. Roth said you wouldn't mind."

I smiled back at him and said, "I don't mind at all, 
come on in."

I introduced myself and asked him what he would like to 
do. He said, "It's up to you ma'am."

Ma'am?! I smiled and dropped down between his legs and 
helped him pull his pants and his underwear down out of 
the way. He had a very nice cock, nearly as long as 
Glenn's, but not as fat. I was easily able to take it 
into my throat and he almost passed out when he first 
felt the head of his cock slide down my throat. He 
started swearing and breathing hard and his hips 
started coming up off the seat to meet my lips and he 
came in less than three minutes. 

"Son of a bitch!" he said. "I have never, never in my 
fucking life felt anything like that!"

I looked up at him and said, "You must have been pretty 
horny, would you like to try again?"

He looked at me like I had just told him that he had 
won the lottery. 

"Do you mean it?!" he asked. 

I smiled and said, "Sure, this is supposed to be your 
tip. You did a good job, you deserve a good tip."

I took his still half hard cock into my mouth again and 
began making love to it. He lasted much longer this 
time and when he finally came again he collapsed back 
onto the seat while I licked his cock clean, then he 
sat up and bent down and kissed me right on the lips. 

I hadn't expected that! He smoothed my hair with his 
hands and said, "That was amazing. You are amazing. 
Thank you very much. If there is a god, I will be 
working the next time they take you to the game. 

I grinned and said, "I hope so too. You are sweet and I 
enjoyed tipping you."

While he put his pants together I pulled my slip over 
my head and then I kissed him on the cheek and thanked 
him for being so nice. He got out and helped me out of 
the car and escorted me to the door like a gentleman. 

Dale was at the door when we got to it and he opened it 
and thanked the driver for being so considerate and let 
me in before he hugged me and said, "First, son of a 
bitch you look hot! Second, son of a bitch you look 
hot! Third, did you have fun?"

I grinned and kissed him and said, "Offer me a drink 
and I'll tell you all about it."

We had a glass of wine and he massaged my feet while I 
told him everything that had happened to me. He was 
extremely jealous. He had never had an opportunity to 
watch a game from one of those private loges and would 
really love to. 

I said, "Well, maybe if you would put out."

He cracked up. He said he would have to think about it, 
but he refused to wear the slip.

We put our glasses in the sink and went to bed. I told 
him that I had just enough energy for one more fuck, if 
he was interested. 

He said, "I am always interested, and I think you might 
really enjoy this one."

We undressed and I pulled back the covers and got in 
bed. Dale climbed up over me and lifted my arms over my 
head again. He knows how much it turns me on to feel 
helpless. So he had stopped on the way home and he had 
a surprise for me. 

As he held my hands over my head he reached up and 
suddenly my arms were restrained by two heavy black 
leather cuffs attached to the corners of the bed by 
chains. I squealed in delight, but he wasn't done. He 
reached under the pillow and pulled out a blindfold and 
put it over my eyes. Then he got off of me and secured 
my legs to the corners of the bed. 

He wasn't done though. I heard him moving round and 
then he stretched out beside me and started playing 
with my nipples. When they got hard he stopped what he 
was doing and put clamps on them and secured them. 

I was moaning by that time. I felt so helpless and I 
knew that he had figured out my deepest darkest fantasy 
now. I struggled briefly, but then I relaxed and 
surrendered as he began to tease my body with his 
fingers and his lips. When he started working his way 
down towards my pussy I stopped him. I had been fucked 
quite a few times this evening. I had cleaned up 
afterwards, but there is always something that gets 
left behind. I begged him to stop, but he ignored me 
and soon he was lapping at my red, swollen, very well 
fucked pussy. 

I couldn't help it. I screamed loudly and came so hard 
I thought that I would pass out. I wanted to take him 
in my arms and hold him and thank him for making me 
feel like this, but of course that was out of the 
question, and that was why I felt like this! I don't 
know if you can follow that. It made sense to me 
though.

He ate me roughly, nipping and biting and licking and I 
went crazy. I had one giant orgasm after another and 
when he finally climbed up on top of me and began 
fucking me violently, raping me, pounding into me 
brutally, I came one long last time and then I actually 
blacked out momentarily. God it was great!

He let me come around, and then he crawled up and 
forced his wonderful cock into my mouth and I greedily 
sucked it clean. He finally had to restrain me and 
forcefully remove his cock from between my lips. I was 
sucking so hard he had trouble getting his cock out of 
my mouth!

He stretched out beside me then and kissed me lovingly. 
Then he took off the blindfold and asked, "Did you like 
your presents."

I smiled at him, trying to let him see how much I loved 
him and I said, "Very much. Now tell me what I can do 
to repay you."

He said, "Sweetheart, you just did! Don't worry though. 
I'm sure we'll do this again someday."

I begged him to take the cuffs off so that I could hug 
him and finally he did. I wrapped my arms around him 
and held him so tight and told him over and over how 
much I loved him.

Then I sat up and took off the ankle cuffs and went to 
the mirror and looked at my nipples in the clamps. They 
were numb now, but damn they looked hot! I started 
loosening them so that I could take them off and when 
the circulation started returning to my nipples I 
groaned in pain. It felt so good! 

I moved back to the bed and picked up one of the cuffs 
and looked at it and the chain that was attached to it. 
Finally I turned to him and said, "Was that a lucky 
guess, or did you know?"

He said, "It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure 
it out. The way you like to have your arms held so you 
can feel helpless, the way you like to have someone 
take control of you. I saw how much fun you had this 
past weekend. This is just more of the same. I don't 
have a huge cock, I can't do for you what Glenn can. I 
can do this though. I can still make you happy."

I threw myself on him and kissed him all over his face 
and said, "I never said you didn't make me happy. You 
always make me happy. I love you. Maybe we should talk 
more. Just think of the angst we could have saved 
ourselves if we had discussed our fantasies. If I had 
known about you wanting to see me with other men, being 
turned into a slut, maybe I wouldn't have been so 
stodgy. I thought I was being the wife that you wanted. 
If you had known my fantasies, well, our fantasies 
really go well together. All this time we wanted the 
same things and we never knew it."

I got up and went to the bathroom and took a quick 
shower and then we cuddled up in bed and lay together 
holding each other for a long time before we went to 
sleep. I felt so happy, and it was even better because 
I knew that I was making him happy too.

The next morning I got up and made coffee. When Dale 
got up and came out and saw me, sipping coffee in the 
nude, he came over and hugged me and said, "You have 
never looked more beautiful. This will always be my 
favorite outfit."

I got up and kissed my husband and poured him some 
coffee. Then I made breakfast. We ate and sat around 
just relaxing and sipping coffee when the doorbell 
rang. Since I was naked, Dale answered the door. I was 
surprised when he came back and he wasn't alone. But 
when he came back into the room I saw that it was only 
Lisa and Frank. I stood up and gave them both a hug and 
they complimented me on my outfit. I got them a cup of 
coffee, but before they sat down I told Lisa that I had 
to show her something. 

I led her upstairs and showed her the slip I had worn 
last night. She loved it and she suggested that we go 
back to Sweet Nothings and do a little shopping. I 
suggested that we take the men. I knew that Dale would 
enjoy it. 

Then I showed her the presents that Dale had given me 
yesterday. Her eyes lit up and she got so excited. She 
picked up one of the cuffs and sniffed the leather 
smell and then she tried it on. 

She stared down at if for a minute and then she said, 
"Fuck this makes me so hot!"

I grinned and said, "There are four of them, and a 
blindfold and nipple clamps. I came so hard last night 
I passed out."

I sat down beside her and asked her what was up. She 
didn't usually drop by my place, and Frank had never 
been here before.

First, she apologized for not calling. They only came 
over because Frank had heard about a Road Runner that 
Dale might be interested in. I rolled my eyes and she 
laughed, but the truth was that I was starting to enjoy 
this car club thing as much as the guys were. Last 
weekend I can guarantee I enjoyed it more.

I looked at her and asked, "You don't suppose we fucked 
things up last weekend do you? I would hate it if 
people stopped coming to the shows and parties because 
of what I did."

Lisa smiled and said, "I have talked to most of the 
other girls, and they are all actually pretty envious 
of you, of us. A lot of them said it was the most fun 
that they ever had at a car show."

"I'm so glad," I said. "I was afraid I might have 
really pissed some of the girls off. I am only just 
starting to get to know some of them. Carol really 
surprised me when she said she wanted to watch."

Lisa giggled and said, "Carol's tent was on the other 
side of ours. You should have heard them after they 
went to bed that night. She tore her husband flat up!"

I noticed that Lisa still had the cuff on. She was 
enjoying the feel of it and I had an idea. I released 
her wrist, but I didn't let her stand up. I pulled off 
her t-shirt, without even asking, and since she wasn't 
wearing a bra I pushed her over onto the bed and 
fastened both of her wrists with the cuffs. 

She didn't resist, and I could see her getting excited 
as I restrained her. 

When her wrists were properly cuffed I unfastened her 
shorts and pulled her shorts and her panties and her 
sandals off all in one big clump of clothing and then I 
secured her ankles to the bottom corners of the bed. 
She was smiling up at me when I moved up and slipped 
the blindfold over her eyes. Then I went over to the 
intercom and called down to the kitchen and asked Dale 
and Frank to come upstairs. 

When she heard me on the intercom Lisa shivered in 
anticipation. I moved over and began kissing her, her 
lips, her nipples, and her sexy flat stomach. I was 
just kissing her pussy when I heard footsteps behind 
me. I turned around and invited them in and when Frank 
saw Lisa he smiled like I had never seen him smile 
before.

I said, "I just called you up here to ask if you 
thought I should put these nipple clamps on her too. Or 
if you would rather do it yourself."

Frank took the clamps from me and looked them over and 
said, "I have never seen her look more beautiful." Then 
he handed the clamps back to me and said, "You are more 
informed about these matters than I am. What do you 
recommend?"

I said, "I wore them last night for the first time. 
They are very exciting. I wouldn't want them on me 
every time I had sex, but once in a while they are a 
lot of fun."

I turned around and got back in bed with Lisa and toyed 
with her nipples until they were hard. Then I attached 
the clamps and tightened them down. She had her first 
orgasm as I was tightening the clamps!

I returned to Frank and began to undress him and I 
asked, "Would you like to fuck your slut, or would you 
like to fuck me while you watch my husband fuck your 
slut?"

He thought about that for about a half a second and the 
he said, "Dale, I don't believe you have had an 
opportunity to fuck my wife yet have you? Please, make 
yourself at home. After all, I fucked your slut last 
weekend. It's only fair."

I don't think I have ever seen Dale undress so quickly 
before. I finished undressing Frank and I moved into 
his arms while we watched Dale attack his wife. We have 
a pretty big bed, but with Lisa right in the center of 
it there was no room for us. So while Dale fucked Lisa 
as hard as he could, Frank bent me over the side of the 
bed with my face right next to Lisa's and fucked me 
from behind. It was pretty intense, no one was talking. 
There was only grunting and heavy breathing. 

Lisa had never been tied up and blindfolded before and 
I knew how excited she must be. She came loud and often 
as Dale pounded into her. It took me only a minute 
longer and before long we were all sated. 

Lisa was lying there on my bed, moaning happily and 
Dale rolled off and removed her clamps. When he had 
taken her clamps off I moved up over her and squatted 
down on her face and let her eat her husband's cum out 
of my pussy. While she was doing that I bent down and 
returned the favor. 

Lisa and I had several more very nice orgasms before we 
finally had to stop. I slowly struggled to my feet and 
said, "Why don't we leave her like this and go out for 
a while."

Lisa started struggling then and pleaded with me to let 
her up so that she could go to the bathroom. She told 
me it was either that or she'd wet the bed."

I laughed and unbuckled her cuffs. I helped her sit up 
and she took off the blindfold and asked, "Where did 
you get these? I want some."

Dale smiled and said, "We are going out and look at a 
car this afternoon. If you come with us I'll take you 
to the place that sells them on the way back."

Lisa smiled and said, "You boys and your cars!" 

We went back downstairs and I made some bloody marys 
and we took them out by the pool and we all sat around 
in the shade and I told them about my night last night. 
She looked at Frank and after I had finished filling in 
the details she turned to me and asked, "Would you mind 
asking Glenn to invite me along the next time?"

I looked at Frank and he grinned and nodded. I had 
really misjudged Frank.

The car they wanted to look at was out in the country 
about an hour from town. Frank had some complicated 
directions which we followed almost without problems. 
We only had to turn around a couple of times. It didn't 
matter though, it was really the first time that the 
four of us had spent any time together and we were 
having a very good time.

We pulled up to an old, but well kept farm house and 
got out. Frank and Dale went to the door and knocked 
and a tall thin man of about fifty came to the door and 
they introduced themselves. The man came out and Lisa 
and I joined them. He seemed pretty nice. He was a bit 
shy, but quiet and you had the impression that he was 
very self sufficient.

He asked us to follow him and he led the way to a large 
shed and it took all three of them a long time to open 
the doors. They hadn't been opened in years. The only 
thing inside was a car up on blocks and covered in 
canvas and blankets.

The owner carefully pulled the covering off of the car 
and there was a brand new 1970 Plymouth Road Runner, 
with a 440 engine and a six pack. I don't know what I 
just said, that was what he was telling Dale. It was 
beautiful! He said it had less than three hundred miles 
on it. His twin brother had bought it just before he 
got shipped off to Vietnam. He never came back. His 
father had put the car in the shed and covered it up 
and it had been there ever since.

Dale and Frank walked around the car and they had to be 
careful to keep from stepping on their tongues. Dale 
walked around the car twice and then we went over to 
the guy and said, "I can't give you what this car is 
worth. I will do something for you though. I would love 
to get it running for you and you could put this in any 
of the major auto auctions in the country and be set 
for life. But I'll be honest with you, you should keep 
this. This is a car that you have to love. It needs to 
be loved."

The man had been watching Dale talk and he said, "You 
love this car, don't you? You aren't buying it to sell, 
are you?" But the way he said it, they were statements, 
not questions. 

Dale said, "No sir. I would never sell this car. It is 
a work of art."

The man said, "I feel bad about it being in here all 
these years. But I haven't been able to bring myself to 
get rid of it. I was in town a few months ago and your 
car club was having a show. I saw your Superbee. I 
thought to myself, 'That man loves that car. That's who 
should have the Road Runner." 

You didn't have your name or anything on the car, but 
the car next to yours was this man's. I finally called 
him yesterday and told him about the car and asked if 
you would be interested. I want you to take it. You pay 
me what you can for it."

Dale and Frank raced back to town to get the trailer. 
Lisa and I stayed and had a nice long talk with Alex. 
He talked about his brother a lot. It was really sad. 
He talked about his wife who had died a few years ago. 
He has been alone on this old farm for years now. He 
doesn't farm anymore. He just keeps the house up and he 
reads a lot. He showed us his library and it was 
amazing. He had thousands of books. He read about 
everything! He knew a lot about everything. It was 
funny. When you meet him you think he is some kind of 
country bumpkin, but he knows more about things than 
anyone I ever met!

Lisa and I tried to talk him into coming to town 
sometime. We invited him to dinner or to the car club 
to come see his car when Dale finished getting it 
ready. But he wasn't interested. He was used to being 
alone. It's a shame, he was really fascinating.

While we were looking around in his library I spotted a 
stack of photographs. They were huge blowups of black 
and white pictures, and they were beautiful! I asked if 
I could look through them and he blushed, but he 
nodded. I started pulling them out one at a time. Most 
of them were about three by four feet. The first dozen 
or so were landscapes. And they were the most 
magnificent photographs I had ever seen. The contrast, 
the composition, they were perfect, they moved me. Then 
I came to some that were portraits. I knew without 
asking that they were of his wife, and that he had 
taken them. As I worked my way through the stack she 
was younger and younger. She was always beautiful. 
There were even a few nude figure studies. 

I looked at the collection and thought, "These need to 
be shown! People need to see these!" 

I turned and asked him if he had more and he nodded. 
Then I said, "I want you to take my picture. These are 
the most beautiful photographs that I have ever seen! 
Please, make me look like that."

He blushed again and I could see that he was going to 
say no. I went over to him and said, "You have to show 
these. The world needs to see these." 

He shook his head and I put my hand on his cheek and 
said again, "Please, take my photograph. I want to see 
me through your eyes."

He hesitated for a moment and then he said, "It has 
been a long time. I haven't touched my camera since 
Diane died."

Lisa had gone over to look at the photographs, to see 
what I was so excited about. She came back over to 
where I was standing and I saw that she was as much in 
awe as I was.

We followed Alex out to the barn and he had converted a 
large portion of it into a studio. He got his camera 
out. It was an old, large format camera. It looked like 
an antique. As he was setting it up he was ignoring me. 
I was standing out of the way, taking my clothes off.

When he had his camera set up he turned around and saw 
me standing there and almost jumped out of his skin. I 
smiled at him and walked over to the area he had set up 
and said, "How do you want me?"

He took a deep breath and posed me and moved all around 
taking light readings and adjusting lights and then he 
moved behind the camera and he started talking to me. 
He was putting thoughts in my head and watching me 
react and sometimes he would take a picture. Every once 
in a while he would step back and come over and adjust 
my position slightly, then go back and talk to me in 
that quiet, hypnotic voice again and then take another 
picture. 

When he was finished I stood up and Lisa was standing 
there naked, waiting her turn. He must have given up by 
then. He just posed her and went through the same 
procedure all over again. I watched, fascinated as he 
took a couple of dozen photographs, working quietly and 
calmly and confidently. Then I went over and Lisa and I 
sat down on a couch and he took pictures of us 
together. 

These weren't 'dirty' pictures. They weren't sexual, 
but they were sensual. He posed us together, but not in 
a sexual manner. When he had taken another dozen 
photographs he straightened up and said, "That's good. 
Those were some good shots. I think you'll be happy."

I knew I would be. I noticed that, as detached as he 
had tried to act, he had a very large bulge in his 
jeans. I moved over to him and reached out and gently 
touched his erection. I smiled up at him and said, "Did 
I do that?" Then I slowly started undressing him.

He stuttered out a few phrases meant to deter me, but I 
was not going to be denied. I took his clothes off and 
pushed him onto a nearby daybed on his back. Lisa came 
over and lay down beside him and kissed him gently 
while I moved over him and guided his cock into me. I 
slid up and down on him only once or twice before he 
came.

He groaned, and I think he was disappointed. But we 
were not done yet. I lay down on top of him and kissed 
his chest while Lisa continued to kiss his lips. His 
cock was still buried in me and it never got soft at 
all.

After a few minutes I put my arms around him and held 
him and together we rolled over so that he was on top 
now. I looked up at him and said, "Please, make believe 
I'm her. Make love to Diane."

Lisa moved away, she was crying like a baby. Alex held 
me gently and made the sweetest love to me. He kissed 
my face and my lips and my neck and he stroked his cock 
in and out of me and I held him tight and he came 
again, and as he came he called out her name.

I held him tight for a long time. Finally he got up and 
sat on the side of the bed and it looked like he felt 
bad. I sat up and asked, "Are you sad?"

He stared at me for a minute and then he smiled and 
said, "I'm not sure what I am. For a few minutes I had 
Diane back." 

He stared at me for a minute and said, "I think that I 
am grateful. You are a very perceptive young woman."

I sat beside him and held his hand and kissed it. Then 
I said, "We can do that again some time. I enjoyed it."

He looked a little bit unsure and he asked, "How do you 
suppose your husband would feel about that Kelly?"

I smiled and said, "My husband would think it was 
wonderful." I understood now that he was worried about 
what Dale would think if he found out. I took his hand 
and said, "Seriously, Dale wouldn't mind."

He wasn't entirely convinced, but I was pretty sure 
that I could bring him around.

He pointed out a small bathroom and I went in and got 
cleaned up while he got dressed and went into the 
darkroom. Lisa got dressed and we sat around waiting 
impatiently for more than an hour.

He finally came out and said, "I'm sorry it took so 
long. You'll be happy though, they came out 
beautifully."

He let us into the darkroom and the photos were hanging 
up on line all around the room. He was right, they were 
beautiful! They were works of art. Every last one of 
them was a work of art, fit to hang in a gallery.

I went over to him and I had tears in my eyes. I hugged 
him and said, "They are beautiful. I don't know what to 
say. Thank you doesn't seem like enough."

He smiled down at me and said, "Oh, I pretty much think 
we are even young lady. For a few minutes I had Diane 
back. It wasn't enough, it wasn't real, but it was 
wonderful."

I stepped back again and said, "Lisa and I have a 
friend that has a large, famous art gallery in the 
city. He would go crazy over your work. Let me take 
them to him. Let him show them. They deserve to be 
seen."

He said, "I don't want to get involved in all of that 
crap. I can't deal with those people and to be honest I 
don't have much respect for a lot of the things people 
call art."

"All the more reason to put some real art out there for 
them," I argued. Then I had a thought and suggested, 
"What if we didn't tell anyone who the photographer 
was? Our friend could show them, sell them, and you 
could remain anonymous. At least let me take some of 
them to him. Let him look at them."

Alex finally gave in and we went through his collection 
and the three of us selected about three dozen 
photographs. We worked our butts off packing them up to 
travel and by the time the guys finally got back with 
the trailer and a car full of help the photographs were 
ready to go. 

We went out and watched Dale and Frank and a couple of 
guys they had been able to round up from the club put 
the car up on rollers and carefully winch it out of the 
garage and onto the trailer. Then they helped us load 
the photos in the back of the truck and secure them. 
Before we left we took Frank and Dale into the studio 
and showed them our portraits. 

Alex was standing there nervously, not knowing how our 
husbands would react to him taking nude pictures of 
their wives. When the guys saw the pictures they went 
nuts. They were just as excited about them as we were. 
Well, almost anyway.

Before we left, Dale handed Alex a check for the car. 
He said, "It is worth at least five times this much. 
I'm sorry that this is all I can scrape up on such 
short notice." 

I saw the check. It was for twenty thousand, almost 
wiping out our savings. Alex took the check and smiled 
and tore it up. He said, "Your wives think they are 
going to make me rich. Whether they do or not, they 
have made me happy. I haven't been happy in a long 
time. I don't need the money, I'm glad the car found 
someone that loves it as much as my brother did."

The expression on Dale's face right at that moment was 
worth twenty thousand dollars!

Alex turned to Lisa and me and said, "Let me know how 
your friend likes those pictures. Yours will be dry and 
mounted tomorrow if you want them. It was nice meeting 
you folks." Then he went back into the house and we 
headed home.

On the way home we told the guys all about our 
afternoon. They were so touched they didn't even get 
turned on!

We had planned on stopping at the adult novelty shop 
that Dale had found, but it was getting late, so we put 
it off until tomorrow and headed home to unload the 
car.

The Road Runner was in much better shape than they had 
thought. They had expected the interior to be dry 
rotted, but it wasn't. They replaced all the hoses and 
belts and gaskets and the tires and all the fluids and 
all of those things that don't sit up well in storage. 
They put a battery in it and it started right up and 
ran like a new car. It had two hundred and sixty-nine 
miles on the odometer, it was a new car.

There wasn't a scratch on the paint, I forget the name 
of the color, but it was a pretty copper color with a 
black stripe on the hood. It has won top prize at 
several shows. Dale has been offered more than five 
times what he tried to pay Alex for it. He would sell 
me before he would sell that car though. Come to think 
of it, he did sell me!

The car club has gotten together for several shows and 
a few parties since we went nuts at that out of state 
show and campout. We have toned them down a little 
though. It still gets a little wild, and the people in 
the tents at night, or the motel rooms, are not always 
the people that are married to each other. We are a 
little more discreet about it now and those few members 
of the club that aren't up for that are grateful.

Lisa and I attend games with Glenn and at his company's 
loge every now and then. We have also hosted a few 
poker games. It's a chance to get a little wild and we 
all enjoy it.

Lisa and I took the photographs, including some of the 
ones that we posed for, to our friend with the art 
gallery. He went nuts. Alex is the next Ansel Adams. 
Alex is the most famous unknown photographer in the 
country. His photographs sell like crazy, when he takes 
them. But he only takes them when he is in the mood. 

We have gotten calls from people all over the world 
that want to pose for him. Alex is happy with the two 
models he has now though. Lisa and I go out there about 
twice a month. We take him his checks and pick up any 
new photos that he has made and while we are there he 
makes love to Diane.

The End

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