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We got up to the cabin at about one in the afternoon. I set up my stuff in the small storage room Tom and I built a few years ago. Well, actually we just put up a frame and nailed some mismatched boards on it just so we’d have a place to put our stuff without cluttering up the main room. This trip we’d just have to live with the clutter. It just didn’t feel right to sleep in the same room with Kate. Brought me some extra blankets knowing that I was sacrificing the warmth of the fire. Fortunately you can get some mild stretches of weather in the Carolinas in late November and we were in one but, better safe than sorry.

Kate made us a supper that night that beat anything Tom or I would have whipped up on our own. The good eating took a little edge of my grudge and sitting round the fireplace knocking down a bit of whisky whittled it down a bit more. Had to admit, for a pretty and somewhat frail looking thing, Kate wasn’t prissy. Her styled light brown hair and short, slim body setting nice in her fancy name tight jeans and college sweatshirt could fool you into thinking she’d be drinking fruity drinks and such. But she knocked down bourbon like a trooper and was actually kind of fun to be with. She certainly wasn’t hard on the eyes. That pretty hair framed a cute thin face, her green eyes were big and hypnotic. Her titties were on the small side but had a perky tilt to them. Oh, and the way her little pear-shaped butt looked in them tight jeans made me envy Tom. The motion of her butt cheeks seemed to say there was magic between her legs.

We called it a night early. Tom and I wanted to hit the woods before dawn. I wandered off to my tiny space as they began setting up some bedding in front of the fire. I stripped down to my briefs and tee shirt and lay down on top of my sleeping bag. I pulled one of my blankets over me and just stared up at the ceiling. The light from the main room poured through the cracks in the wall and made crazy patterns in the room. Visions of Kate’s naked body kept wandering through my thoughts, even though I knew it wasn’t right to be lusting after my sister-in-law.

I was just thinking about jerking off when I heard Kate moan. In my sexually agitated state, the sound cut through my fog like a knife. I quietly got up and moved toward the wall. I could see plenty of the main room from where I was standing and immediately I got to see plenty.

Tom was stark naked and lying halfway on top of Kate’s naked body, kissing her deep and wet. He was rubbing his hand on Kate’s pussy, sliding his hand over the sparse light brown hair surrounding her puffy cunt and running a few fingers along her open slit. She was moving her hips, pushing that friendly looking pussy even closer to my brother’s exploring hand. I pulled my hard dick out of my briefs and began giving it the attention it had been demanding. When Tom rolled over on his side, I noticed that Kate had been jerking his cock while he was fingering her pussy. The light from the fireplace played upon their naked bodies, as they lay side-by-side, rubbing and jerking. Kate’s cute tits looked like scoops of vanilla ice cream. Her hard nipples were like dark pink cherries. The muscles in her shapely butt were clenching as Tom moved his fingers inside her. They were trying to be quiet but they kept making little moans and groans as their arousal grew. Jerking my cock, imagining Kate’s hand wrapped around the shaft, I too was trying hard to be quiet though I didn’t have to try at all at being hard. Kate’s naked body writhing on Tom’s hand was turning my dick to steel.

When Tom rolled over on to his back and Kate moved over him, I thought she was going to suck his dick. I guess she figured the hand job had worked him up plenty or maybe she just couldn’t wait anymore. She straddled Tom’s crotch and grabbed on to his erection. Her beautiful butt cheeks were spread and I had an excellent view of her pussy as she moved her body down and inserted Tom’s hardness into her wet warmth. Though she had her back to me, I could tell she was rubbing her breasts while she moved up and down on Tom’s cock. Tom had a two handed grasp on her firm ass, not really guiding her so much as caressing that silky skin while Kate fucked him with increasing intensity. Tom’s balls were jiggling from the force of her downward thrusts. She rode him almost straight up for a few minutes, rubbing her tits and sometimes groaning softly.

When she bent down and kissed Tom he moved his hands off that sweet butt and wrapped his arms around her smoothly muscled back. Her ovary dimples were bouncing up and down. They were fucking in fast, short strokes. Kate’s hands were now on the floor by Tom’s head, her tasty little tits almost in his face as she ground her pussy into his pelvis, digging his cock deeper inside her and squeezing it with the muscles of her cunt. Tom’s light groans were now merging with the sound of Kate’s soft ragged moans. Her almost prone naked body writhed in ecstasy, her tight butt rocking up and down so quickly it was almost vibrating. She began urging Tom on in whispers, as her own orgasm seemed to be building inside her.

“Ohhh…I’m gonna cum.cum with me…shoot your hot load inside me…ohhh…. uhhh…fuuuck…fuck me, baby…ohhh gawd…I’m…I…. ohhhh”

Her prompting pushed Tom into motion, pushing up hard at her rapid down strokes, fucking her back as hard as she was fucking him. My hips were rocking and my heart pounding hard. I was about to cum hard. The sound of their naked bodies slapping together was pushing me over the edge. Kate’s ass and leg muscles stood out in knots when her body stiffened in orgasm. Her nude body was still being slammed by Tom’s rapid thrusts as I shot wads of cum into my balled up briefs. My knees were still shaking when I heard Tom groan with orgasmic release.

I took one last look at Kate’s sexy little naked body. She was collapsed on Tom and panting. I moved back to my sleeping bag thinking that maybe we were starting a new November tradition.

He’d looked at me sharply, then smiled that sly smile of his: “*You* go upstairs and get undressed; *I’ll* get rid of them.” He’d said it low enough that they couldn’t hear him. I’d stared at him dumbly. “Come on, get up there: lie on the bed on top of the covers, on your stomach and wait.” And he’d slipped away to talk to Bill!

I’d looked at them all: they were Jack’s friends and were really paying more attention to him than me. What was he up to? I’d looked at Jack some more. He’d snuck me a *what’s holding you?* look.

And did it. Slipped out, into the bedroom, undressed. The light: should I turn it off? Why was I doing this? I finally got in bed with the light off.

On my stomach. Lying there. And lying there, waiting for Bill and Yvonne to leave. What would Clara say if she knew I was doing this? What *was* I doing? It had just been such a wild thing for Jack to say and somehow I just couldn’t resist finding out what was on his mind.

And what *did* he have planned? Why my stomach? Was he thinking about my rear? Doing it *that* way? No, we’d never done that, and I certainly hadn’t mentally prepared myself to tackle that tonight. But that *had* to be it: I suddenly felt very nervous about it all. How could I back out at this point?

And what were they talking about for so long? I heard the front door open, but they were still yacking away. It was as if they were torturing me on purpose. So my rear was going to get it. Probably. Why did I just lie like this, waiting for him? Where did he get the idea that I’d go along with all this?

I heard Yvonne’s voice, louder, then a little laughter. I belatedly realized she’d yelled *Have fun* in *my* direction! Then more talking and laughing. And finally the door shut.

The house was quiet. Where was Jack? I thought again about what he might be planning. And it drove me up the wall that he just left me waiting!

And finally I heard the footsteps. And the door opened, letting light in. I could have looked his way, but I just lay there, listening. He didn’t turn on light but left the door open.

He sat on the bed next to me and put his hand on my rear. He started caressing it, my cheeks, softly. I liked it. I made a “mmm” sound, to acknowledge it, but still just lay there. Could I manage to let him do it?

His hands circled down to the backs of my thighs and back up to my rear. Then I felt his finger at the crack of my rear, close. He did it so slowly and softly. His hand dipped between my legs to the inside of my thighs. I wondered if he were going to touch me *there*. He just continued to caress, thighs, rear, my back. I lay there with my eyes closed.

I wondered how long he was going to do this. Finally, I opened my eyes and turned my head sufficiently to look at him. He was looking right at my face.

I needed communication: talk. “Well?” I finally said.

Suddenly he was standing and he’d slipped his arms under my body. He rolled me over next to him, picked me up, and carried me out of the bedroom! “Jack?” I asked, as my eyes struggled with the light.

He didn’t answer. Down the stairs he brought me, and into the dining room. He laid me on the table, on my back.

The table was clear and I was lying right on wood, on my back. It was definitely not comfortable. My legs hug over the side, causing my back to arch up off the table. He pushed them up until they were above my body, bending my knees. Then he was on *his* knees, licking me.

I came.

Anyways… on with the story.

One evening we ended up at a nightclub called JW’s. We often went there so my wife could dance the night away and for me, to watch her with other men. In the previous times that we went there she was often hit on by both black and white men. Like I said before she never acted. Although there was one time that she got picked up by two sailors and as soon as they found that she was married, they chickened out.

On this faithful night the place was packed. We must of got there a bit late. We got ourselves some drinks, my wife loves kalua and milk, and basically found a place to stand. We ended up near the back next to a bar that was not being used. From this vantage point I could easily see the dance floor.

My wife was in the mood to dance. Leaving her purse and drink with me she headed out to find herself a dance partner. I soon spotted her hauling a guy to the floor. The crowd swallowed them up quickly and I just continued to sip on my beer. A few minutes later, probably enough time to dance a couple of songs, my wife returned. She then relayed to me that the guy she was dancing with was very drunk and could barely walk, let alone dance.

After some small talk my wife headed for the bar to freshen up her drink. While she was waiting for the bartender she struck up a conversation with a black guy sitting there. I watched innocently from across the way. When she returned, she set her drink down saying that a guy had asked her to dance. Again she headed for the bar, picked up Frank (the black guy) and then they both made way for the dance floor. Just like the last time the crowd swallowed them up.

This time my wife was gone for a long time. I knew that she loved to dance and figured the she was having a hell of a time, and me, I was thinking dirty. When she finally returned I could tell that something was up. She acted a bit nervous and was shaking. I prompted her for the reason that she acting so strange. When she finally told me I was shocked.

She told me the guy’s name and then went on to say how funny he was. Then she told me that she had asked him if he wanted to go for a ride. I guess that he was ready to go on the spot but then she stopped him and told him that I would have to drive. To her surprise, he was still willing. At this point my wife is trying to figure out why she even asked him. I then asked her if she really wanted to go with him and she said that she did.

My wife then returned to Frank to say that everything was green. I looked on from across the room as the two of them talked. I could see Frank’s hands rubbing her tight ass as she stood between his legs. I was really getting excited knowing that I was about to witness something that I had dreamed about for so long. When she returned to me, my wife said that we were to leave JW’s and that Frank would follow us to the car.

My wife and I gathered our belongings and left the nightclub. I looked back as we crossed the parking lot and there was Frank following us. I told my wife to walk with Frank and that I would get the car. She agreed and went for Frank. Still walking towards the car I stole another peek and found them walking slowly arm in arm.

Now, it’s just my luck that when I finally get to the car that it’s completely blocked in. There is no way that I am going to get the car out of it’s spot. Frank then offers to let me drive his car while he and my wife frolic in the backseat. Frank soon returns with his little car, I think it was a Chevy Cavalier or something.

We hop into the car, I drive and Frank and my wife get cozy in the backseat. I head north on Dorchester feeling very nervous and highly aroused. Being that it was so dark I couldn’t see anything in the rear view mirror. I could figure out that they were very close to each other and kissing. My cock by the way was rock hard.

Continuing north I started hearing alot of movement behind me. Looking in the mirror I could see my wife moving onto Frank’s lap. A few minutes later I noticed that she was moving up and down and started hearing her familiar moans. Not believing that my wife was already fucking him I reached back with my right hand. I found my wife’s bare ass and felt her riding Frank’s hard black cock. It took alot for me not to “cream my jeans” right then.

I was so busy trying to hear every moan and see what I could that I missed my turn. I took the next right as my wife continued to ride Frank’s cock. She was fucking him so hard at one point that I swear the ass end of the car was bouncing up and down. Maybe I should of told Frank afterwards that he possibly had some worn rear shocks. I didn’t and we continued down the road now heading east.

Then the fucking stopped. I was a little disappointed that it appeared to be over. Looking in the mirror I expected to see two heads but only saw one. Turning the mirror down and with the help of passing street lights I soon saw my wife’s head bobbing up and down in Frank’s lap. Now that was a great feeling in my groin. I couldn’t see it but I knew that my wife had a mouthful of black cock. She was making a lot of muffled noise as she sucked his cock. He appeared to really enjoy my slutty wife’s talents. It was at this point that I started looking for a place to pull over. Not being real familiar with the area and still a little nervous about the whole thing I failed to do so. To this day, I regret not stopping.

Then something very strange happened. As we were heading east into Summerville and my wife was still sucking on Frank’s black cock, I saw a cop coming from the other direction with his lights flashing. I slowed the car down as did the car in front of us and slowly started pulling over to the right. Frank must of pulled my wife off his cock because she started scrambling to get her pants on. We came to a complete stop and the cop pulled in front of the car a head of us. I’m wondering “what the hell” as Frank is telling me to go around. I finally take his advice and slowly go around the cop and the stopped car. We weren’t followed and continued on down the road. I’ve never seen a cop pull anybody over that way before… strange.

After leaving that scene my wife removed her pants again, pulled up her shirt to expose her nice tits and then went back to giving Frank a blow job. I reached back again hoping to maybe finger fuck my wife’s pussy as she continued mouthing Frank but found that he had already beat me to the punch. So, I just squeezed her nice ass and continued driving. As we neared a town the street lights were doing a fine job of lighting up the backseat. So now I could take every opportunity to watch my wife enjoy her first black cock in her mouth. There is no better sight.

Entering Summerville I heard some more movement in the backseat. The speed limit was a lot slower so I had more time to peek. Frank had my wife lay down with her head behind the passenger seat. I then watched as he went down on her briefly. I could tell something good was about to happen so I pulled off into some suburban area. The next thing that I remember and it has stuck in my head since was looking into the rearview mirror and seeing my wife’s bare feet up in the air and moving with Frank’s vigorous fucking.

At every stop sign while in Summerville I would stop and watch Frank fuck the shit out of my wife. I was amazed at how hard and fast Frank was fucking my wife. He had her so hot that she was almost begging him to fuck her harder. She kept telling him how hard he was fucking her then would start whimpering “fuck me” over and over between heavy breaths. At one point while still in town we passed another cop car pulled over along side of the road as Frank continued to bang my wife in the backseat. Then, as we got back to a main road I heard my wife yell “Oh my god!” and then a long series of short grunts. I looked back and saw that Frank was still fucking her pretty hard and that she was hanging on to him real tight.

The hot action continued through Summerville all the way to Highway 26. On the highway, Frank finally shot his load into my wife’s hot pussy. From that point we were only a few minutes from home. My wife was putting herself back together as we pulled into the driveway. We got out of the car and I went up to unlock the house as Linda said her goodbyes to her black lover. We retrieved out car the next day.

In the house, in the entranceway, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I immediately took my wife into my arms and started kissing her. I worked the zipper on her pants and reached down to feel her pussy. She was so wet and the hottest that I have ever felt her. I quickly took her into our bedroom. Once naked, I dove into her pussy with my face and went to town. After some feverish pussy licking I proceed to fuck her. I can’t tell you how hot her pussy was that night. It felt great.

The next day I asked her to review the night before. She told me how they immeadiately started making out when they got into the car. How Frank’s hands were all over her and soon down her pants fingering her wet pussy. I guess when she went for his cock she had some trouble so he helped her. She then said they spent a lot of time kissing as he finger fucked her and she stroked his hard black cock. She doesn’t remember removing her pants or if Frank did but that she felt she just had to feel him inside her. Then while riding him she started getting another urge and that was to suck him. She then told me that while she was sucking his cock he was fingering her tight asshole. Guess I could have fingered her pussy when I tried. She then gave me the biggest surprise of the evening… after fucking her hard and fast for a while, he took it upon himself to make sure she had some black cock in every hole. He fucked her in the ass!!!! Now she’s allowed me to fuck her in the ass three times and that was a long time ago. She said it hurt like hell at first but got better. She remembers yelling out “Oh my god!” as he penetrated her tight butt and then hung on for dear life as he fucked her ass hard also.

She went on to say that she was a little sore from all the hard fucking and tit sucking but that she really enjoyed her first black experience. I can’t wait until the next time.

Lisa usually wears silk panties, especially when she thinks she might have a chance to tease someone. Shoe salesmen are obvious targets. So she donned a pair of nearly see-through panties, a tube top without a bra, and a mini- skirt. On the way she said she hoped there would be a Black salesman because she especially liked to tease Blacks and then amaze them by taking them on. She hadn’t fucked a Black man in over a month and was anxious to get it on with one soon. She started fingering her pussy on the way to the mall giving a couple of truckers a little unexpected treat. Needless to say, she was extra-horny.

It was about 4 PM when we got to the mall. It closes at 5:30 PM:00 on Sundays so we had to move fast. Lisa, horny as she was, couldn’t bring herself to buy a pair quickly and get home for the XXX fun. We went to five stores and time was flying. It was 5:10 when we reached the Foot Locker. As we walked in Lisa noticed that there were four young Black guys running the store. She asked me if I was up for some fun. I asked her what she had in mind. She said that she was going to flash one of the young Black guys and try to get him to let her suck him off after closing. I said it was okay with me.

A guy about 19 came up to us as soon as we walked in and asked us if he could help us. Lisa said she was looking for jogging shoes and asked him if they had a good selection. He said they sure did and offered to measure her feet. Lisa sat down and pulled up the little foot stool shoe salesmen use and began measuring her right foot. Lisa spread her legs a little so he could see the crotch of her panties. You should have seen his face. She just smiled and asked him if her size for running shoes was 7C. He said, “Yes, ma’am, but I ought to measure the other foot too.” Of course he was just prolonging things so he could check her out. [Remember they were starting to close up.] Lisa signalled her interest in him by spreading her legs rather blatantly when he lifted up the left foot. He got a good look at her see-through panties.

When he finished he got up and went in the back to get the pair of running shoes Lisa had pointed out. When he was gone Lisa asked me if I had noticed his cock. She said it looked big and she wouldn’t mind fucking him. I told her if that was what she wanted we could blow off the XXX video and get a room. She said she would like that. But, the salesman played his cards wrong. When he came back he had the manager with him. The salesman told her he was not sure he had measured her foot correctly and had asked the manager to double-check his measurements. He asked if she minded. She said she would appreciate it because she wanted a good fit, smiles and said she loved having such nice-looking young men measure her feet.

So the manager just did what the first guy did. Except, he wasn’t as shy and Lisa spread her legs wide open for the first foot. The manager told her he had the impression that she liked Black men. She answered by moaning and nodding. He ran his hand up her leg at that point. When he got to her pussy which was soaked he asked her if she needed some loving and she said, “Please.” He then asked if I was her husband. She said I was and he then asked if it was okay with me. She told him to ask me and he did. I told him whatever Lisa wanted she could have. He then told her the young salesman really liked her, but had no experience with white women. Would she be willing to accomodate the young man first?

The store had cleared out even before the manager arrived to “re-measure” her feet. Lisa said she would like that. With that the manager turned to the first kid and told him to close and lock the gate and asked us to come into the back backroom with him. When we got there he asked us if we were for real and not cops or someone from the home office. I assured him we were for real and proved it by pulling up Lisa’s miniskirt and pulling off her panties. I spread her pussy open and showed him how wet it was. “Does this look real enough to you?” I asked.

He then asked Lisa what she wanted and she said she wanted to see all four of their young hard Black cocks.” They were a little tentative at first, but all took out their dicks. Three were uncircumsized and they all were at least 7″ long even soft. The manager was about 9″.

She pulled off her tube top, licked her lips and told them she thought they had really nice cocks. With that she grabbed the biggest cock first and french kissed its owner she stroked his cock. It took a minute for the others to come in close, but they finally approached and started licking her neck and tits and fingering her pussy. One of them then took off her miniskirt and started licking her ass. She was very hot and wet by now and was just moaning and stroking any cock within her reach.

Suddenly she pulled away from the manager and said, “Here’s the deal. Nobody cums in my pussy. You can cum in my face or on my tits or on my ass, but nobody cums inside me except Bobby, my husband. He loves to see me take a load of cum from a Black cock in the face. Don’t you, baby?” I just nodded yes and continued stroking my cock. She then said, “So, since he is such an understanding husband the first thing I am going to do is suck each of you off until you cum on my face. Okay?” She didn’t get any arguments.

She dropped to her knees and said, “First, I want to do this big one so he can fuck me later.” Now to say my wife likes to suck cock is a major understatement. She doesn’t just suck cock. She worships it. That is exactly what she did with this one. She licked it from one end to the other, sucked his balls, rubbing the cock all over her face and tits, all the while talking nasty telling him how much she wanted his hot load all over her face. It took this guy only two minutes to cum and he shot a huge load all over her face. She rubbed it in her face with his cock, looking at me and asking me if I liked watching my wife take such a big load from a big Black cock all over her face.

Thing was she kept on sucking this guy. She told him she wanted him good and hard so he could fuck her white pussy while she sucked all the cum his buddies could give her. When he was hard again she had him lay down and put two fingers in her pussy and said to me, “Look baby. My cunt is soaked from sucking his big Black cock. I want to fuck him all night. Come here and put it in my pussy, please.” So I went over to her. But, then she said, “First, lick my pussy a little to get it nice and wet. His cock is so big I want it to slide right in.” So I licked her pussy until she came. Then she told me to lube his cock with the K-Y Jelly she carried in her purse. I asked him if it that was alright with him and he said, “Yeah.” So I squirted a glob of KY-Jelly on his dick and rubbed it in until it glistened. All this while she was kissing and jacking off the other guys.

Finally she sat down on his cock as I guided it into her pussy. She came in about 3 strokes. She then had two of the other guys stand next to her and started sucking them as she fucked the first guy. She moaned about how much she liked Black cock. She noticed the fourth guy stroking his cock and said, “I’ve got another hole free, honey.” But before he could act on her words both of the other guys pulled their dicks out of her mouth and came all over her face. That freed up her mouth for the fourth guy. She leaned forward and sucked him until he was hard then she leaned forward so he could put his big Black cock into her asshole while the manager’s big cock still fucked her pussy. The guy in her ass had to pull out almost immediately to come all over her ass and back. He was replaced by one of the other two. That went on until the big guy came. She pulled him out of her and again he shot a load on her face.

This went on in some form or fashion until about 7:00 that night. And, oh yes, the young salesman got his dick into Lisa’s white pussy too–for thirds. When they were done they gave her two pair of running shoes. They also wanted to hook up with us again, but we don’t operate that way. Anyway, that is what happened when we went shoe shopping. It is a true story.

With my muscles all ripped and twisted, sex wasn’t so easy. It was freaking impossible. We gave it a try. The damn pain just kept getting in the way. Nothing like a good sharp blast of pain to chase a hard-on away. Frustrating as hell, for both of us. I mean, my wife is a babe, guys get hard just watching her walk down the street and here I am, with all that beautiful blonde nakedness in front of me, and my dick keeps going limp. Unfair, that’s what it was, real unfair. The sadass wino that burnt down that freaking building was probably getting more pussy than me!

So, anyway, I was sleeping on the pullout, at least I was trying to sleep on the pullout. Some nights the pain meds would just knock my ass right out but, then I’d roll over or something and the pain would come knocking. I didn’t have to answer the door. It’d just bust the damn thing down. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit sorry for myself when I heard a moan coming from our bedroom.

At first I figured the wife must have been having a nightmare. Since my accident, she said she’d been having some bad ones. I hobbled down the hallway, figuring I might comfort her some and then stopped dead in my tracks. I’d heard her moan and breath heavy like that before, usually when I was breathing heavy right along with her. I slowly approached the doorway and peeked in.

The room was dark but there was enough light coming through the window to make out her sexy body sprawled on the bed. One hand was between her legs; the other was cupping a milky white breast. Her eyes were closed. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing; she probably didn’t even hear me coming down the hall. Just looking at her gorgeous naked body stretched out on the bed was enough to make my briefs a lot tighter. Seeing her rubbing that beautiful, gold fringed pussy and hearing her soft moans of pleasure was getting my dick so hard I was expecting the things to rip right off my body. I could feel enough twinges of pain to know that I couldn’t join her on the bed. Besides, I’d never watched her masturbate before; I never knew what a turn on it was. She was sliding her fingers along her slit. She must have been really wet, there were little slurping sounds coming from her pussy. I slid my briefs down a bit and grabbed my cock.

Maybe it was instinct; maybe I made a noise pulling down the briefs. She opened her eyes to see me standing there in a tee shirt, big erection in hand. She stopped playing with her pussy but kept her hand between her legs. She stared over at my hard cock and grinned.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asked

I grinned back, “Just a few minutes.”

“Like what you see, big boy?”

“Love it.”

“Want some?”

“Can’t. Not yet”

Her face scrunched up in a cute way. She then smiled over at me in the doorway. She swung around on the bed so that her legs and pussy were facing me. She raised her knees and spread her legs. Her blonde pussy hairs were damp, her cunt lips were puffy. She began running her hand along her slit again as she watched me. My hard-on hadn’t lost any off its stiffness, if anything; it probably gained some from this new view. I began stroking along with her, my body trembling with excitement.

She resumed her titty rub, her fingers slowly slid up and down her pink slit, gently flicking near her clit then moving down toward her cute butt. I heard the pace of breathing get deeper and watched the pace of her fingers increase. I began jerking my cock a bit faster. Her hips were slowly writhing. Lust was in her eyes. She moaned with pleasure as she slipped two slim fingers into her wet, warm pussy. I gripped my cock tighter imagining her delicious warmth. Her palm was up against her clit as she started fucking her fingers, all the while watching me jerk off to the rhythm of her plunging fingers, a rhythm that was becoming faster with every labored breath. Her ass was bouncing off the bed as she thrust her pussy toward me, her fingers becoming a blur, her breathing harsher, and her cries of pleasure louder. I braced myself against the doorframe as my strokes lengthened and quickened. My hips wanted to thrust toward her but I knew I couldn’t risk the pain. Cum was building in my balls; my pumping hand and the sound of our shared gasps and groans was pushing me over the edge. My wife’s sweet, sweaty pussy grasped her fingers as her creamy blonde body began to quiver and spasm in orgasm. I grabbed the elastic of my briefs and held the cotton out in front of my cock, the fabric rubbing my balls. Orgasmic thunder rumbled through my body as I shot wad upon wad into the briefs. Fire erupted in my back and shoulders but I didn’t give a damn about the pain. The pleasure was still washing over me as I stumbled forward on to the bed, gasping for air, groaning in ecstasy and hurt.

Though she was still breathing heavy, the wife came to my side. Her eyes now filled with concern.

“Frank, you OK?”

Blinking back tears as the pain slowed down to a dull roar, I tried to smile.

“Despite your attempt to kill me, I think I’ll live.”

“Damn good thing!” she laughed, “I’d hate having to explain your cummy underwear to the police. Thanks for trying to save the carpet. Maybe next time we’ll try this lying down and with some tissues handy.”

I was grinning like the cat that caught the canary. The next few months might not be so boring after all. Amazing what a single spark can do.

The cab ride from the primitive Lukla airport to the Namche Bazaar was bumpy and adventurous. Dean got out of the cab stiff and bruised. Fortunately, it didn’t take him too long to find Dorjee, everyone seemed to know him and their directions were good, even if their English was a bit shaky. The little guy wasn’t much older than Dean and he seemed horrified by Dean’s total lack of gear. Dean pulled out five Franklins and Dorjee just stared at him. When he added five more, Dorjee nodded his assent. When Dean asked about a hotel for the night, Dorjee just shook his head negatively.

“You stay with me tonight. We must start early. I must purchase your gear before we go. I do not live far we can walk. The exercise will do you good.”

Dean found Dorjee’s home primitive but clean. He found Dorjee’s wife, Sanguru, just about the most attractive little thing he’d ever seen. Her big brown eyes stared out of a face that combined the best features of her Tibetan and Indian blood. Her beautiful eyes were slightly slanted, her flawless skin was light brown, and her long, black hair was tied back. A colorful sari that did nothing to conceal her ripe round curves was wrapped around her sexy body. Dean couldn’t keep her eyes off her as she moved around fixing dinner. She giggled at his jokes. Dorjee merely grunted.

They turned in early, Dorjee reminding him that they would have to be up before the sun. Dean often didn’t rise until about noon but figured there was no sense arguing with the tough looking little guy. He tossed and turned on the bed for about an hour. Visions of Sanguru’s naked little body were floating through his brain, hardening his cock. He had just reached inside his briefs to stroke it when he heard the floor creak. He looked up to see Sanguru standing by his bed. Her long black hair was hanging down over her shoulders. Dean watched in wonder as her gown floated to the floor. Her naked beauty was even more than he had fantasized.

She put her fingers to his lips.

“Be quiet,” she whispered, “Dorjee is asleep. We don’t want to wake him.”

Dean wasn’t about to argue with that, not with this small tight naked brown body leaning over him. He took one of her small but full breasts into his hand and began sucking on her dark brown nipple. Her hand was in his briefs pumping his hard dick. Her soft skin smelled of patchouli, it was warm and smooth in his hands. She pulled down his underpants and mounted him. With her small brown hand she grasped his thick white cock and guided it to her wet pussy. Dean sighed as her sensational warmth enveloped his erection. She began playing with his pink nipples, making them erect as she fucked him, her finger nails flicked at them sending little rushes of pleasure through his chest to join the pulsating waves of lust surging through his crotch. He grabbed hold of her swaying tits, holding one in each hand as he played with the rubbery nipples.

Sanguru was biting her lower lip to stifle the little groans of pleasure he heard deep in her throat. She was bracing herself with hands on either side of his head as she concentrated on fucking his brains out, her little butt bouncing up and down against his balls as her pussy muscles did magical things to his throbbing cock. He let go his grip on her playful tits and grabbed hold of her fine little ass. Her buttocks were soft but firm, he could feel her muscles working while she fucked him harder and faster. He could hear soft slapping sounds as her light brown flesh pounded against his thrashing white body in the dark room. He was lost in a red haze of fuck lust, thrusting up against the tight Nepal pussy that was jerking his dick as if it had small velvet fingers and, somehow, simultaneously sucking on it as if it was a hot, fragrant mouth. Dean bit his own lip to keep from crying out with pleasure. He had no idea what that little tough guy, Dorjee, would do if he caught him fucking his horny little wife but he imagined it wouldn’t be pleasant.

Dean couldn’t have been more correct. He was just about to cum when he saw Dorjee in the doorframe, pointing an automatic weapon in his direction.

“Out!” the tough little guy yelled.

Sanguru jumped off him but Dean’s orgasm was unstoppable. He gushed wads of hot sperm on his pale belly as the muzzle of the AK-47 pointed toward his balls. Still holding the weapon, Dorjee threw Dean his clothes.

Dean dressed quickly as he stumbled through the house, trying desperately to make the door before the little tough guy decided to start shooting. He was almost crying as he began to run toward the bazaar.

Back inside the house, Dorjee was smiling at his sweaty, naked wife.

“Thank you for your help,” he said, “To try to guide an out of shape idiot like that, even through the foothills, would have been a nightmare. Your services alone are worth the money and more.”

“Did you enjoy the show?” Sanguru asked seductively. She knew he had been watching through a crack in the door. It had excited her.

Dorjee leaned the rifle up against the wall and took her in his strong arms. Sanguru could feel his erection pressing up against her damp crotch. It was going to be an enjoyable evening.