Sex in Montpellier

The morning following her after-hours experience with Sally at the strip club gave me the opportunity to talk to my wife about her reaction to things. She admitted that, perhaps like most women, she’d always been curious about what it would be like to have sex with another woman. This was a curiosity, though, she repressed until last night for fear of what my reaction might be … and perhaps fearful of how much she’d like it. But she admitted enjoying it immensely once she understood I arranged it and wasn’t turned off by the idea of her being bi. She also admitted that although she hardly considered herself a lesbian … she enjoyed a man’s cock too much for that … she would hardly object to being with other women again.

Curiously, we had never discussed bringing other women into our sex life. I admitted that watching another woman use her was an incredible turn on: “I got as hard as ever watching Sally fuck you and make you cum. Seeing how hot she got you and how you surrendered to her … wow!” I then asked her directly “what if I wanted to fuck the woman who was fucking you?”

“As your sub I can’t object to that.”

“I know that, but how would you feel about it otherwise?”

“I think that would really turn me on … to see you making another woman cum like you make me cum.” And then she added, somewhat to my surprise, “especially if it were done in a context where you both were dominating me.”

“You need to be dominated, even humiliated, don’t you .. or at least that turns you on in a way that ‘normal’ sex doesn’t?”

Somewhat sheepishly but forthrightly she admitted “Yes … yes I do. I want to say that I’m glad we’ve done what we have … I’m glad you got to share me, because I think now that I would have gotten bored eventually with sex as it was before. I think I was getting bored even.”

Despite this opening up to me, I wanted to push things further in terms of getting her to admit, openly and unashamedly, how much she had enjoyed her after-hours as a slut and virtual whore at the club: “You really got off having all those men cum on you? I saw you open your mouth to catch their cum.”

“God I felt so slutty … like a total whore … but yes, it was an incredible turn on … especially knowing you were watching me be such a slut.”

“Were you disappointed they didn’t fuck you?”

My wife was now emboldened in her answers: “I wanted them to fuck me … I wanted them to fuck me more than anything else then, and I didn’t care if they used condoms or not. I wanted to be their whore and to feel their cum filling me.”

“And if I decided to invite Sally here to our motel this afternoon to use and fuck you …?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes … I’d really enjoy that.”

“And if I told you Sally wanted to use you as her sub slut?”

She hesitated a second, but since our conversation had become wholly frank, she admitted “Yes, I’d especially enjoy that … being made to serve her, to be her slut.”

“Well, that’s precisely what I arranged before leaving the club last night.”

My wife expressed no surprise whatsoever, and instead merely asked “will you fuck her?”

“Perhaps … Sally and I didn’t talk about that possibility.”

“Do you want to fuck her?” she asked, primarily out of curiosity without a trace of jealousy.

“Yes,” I replied, before adding a D/s dimension to the prospect “especially if you are forced to watch. But she will fuck you, and you will be her wholly submissive slut if that’s what she wishes.”

“Yes, I understand. I hope you get to fuck her and that you make me watch. If you do get to fuck her, I want you to tell me how good it feels. I want you to enjoy her as much as you enjoy having me fucked.”

Having slept until noon, I expected Sally to arrive within an hour or so, leaving only time for a late breakfast. Telling her to put on the micro mini dress she wore the last time we visited the slut dress shop, we headed out to one of those family-type restaurants that in any other context was hardly the place to take a woman dressed as a whore. Of course, I saw this as not only a way to display my wife but to do so with a touch of humiliation and as a good way to begin the day.

I should add that while at the restaurant I excused myself from the table to call Sally to make certain she still planned on coming. She said she did, asking if it was ok for her to come in about an hour, adding “should I bring any toys with me?”

Saying that an hour was perfect, I told her to bring anything she wanted to bring. Betty would be wholly at her disposal.

“If you want to fuck me, that will be ok too,” she added.. “I sometimes whore myself, but since I’ll be using your wife, we can make it a no-charge threesome if you want.”

Taken aback a bit by her bluntness, I nevertheless said I’d be delighted to fuck her and that we should do it in a context where my wife is forced to watch. Her answer was a simple ‘of course’ before hanging up.

Returning to the motel I told Betty that we best get prepared for Sally and that she was to put on her corset, loosely laced: “Sally will tighten it.” Knowing that Sally was Domme, I also had my wife attach her wrist and ankle cuffs, and as an added surprise, I told her to stand there while I buckled a leather posture collar around her neck that I’d purchased during one of my lunch breaks at work.

My wife was apprehensive about the collar since she knew its potential implications … I was clearly preparing her to be another woman’s sub slut. But my wife’s only verbal response was “Oh, it feels so tight!”

Anyone familiar with BDSM attire should also be familiar with posture collars. And my wife, wearing it while partially trussed up in a corset, fuck-me-heels and wrist and ankle cuffs, offered a classic image of a sub slut awaiting whatever fate her master deemed appropriate – an image I thereafter accentuated by attaching her wrist cuffs behind her back. I was, naturally, intrigued by the prospect of her being ‘forced’ to service Sally in a context where she was explicitly a BDSM slut. And I had cut it close, leaving myself no time to play with her before Sally knocked on the door.

Outwardly, aside from her 6″ spiked heels and a dress that revealed a bit more cleavage than one might suppose a ‘nice’ girl would show on a Saturday afternoon, Sally wore a simple button up knee length sundress. But as soon as she entered the room she turned to my wife and, making no pretense that the two of them were going to ‘make love’ in any tender way, said “very nice, slut … I’m going to enjoy fucking you.”

Sally was also carrying an large, over-the-shoulder bag, and I could only guess at the contents. Setting the bag down she immediately commanded my wife to come to her, whereupon without any niceties she pinched a nipple with one hand while shoving two fingers of the other into my wife’s cunt.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …” my wife gasped, surprised at Sally’s uncompromising action.

“I see the slut is already wet … aren’t you”

“Yesssssssss ….” was the grimmaced reply as she tried to stand there, immobile and submissive.

Pinching harder, Sally commanded “and your going to be my slut this afternoon, right?”

“Y … yessssssssss,” my wife answered, her face still reacting to the pain in her tit.

Pulling her fingers out of my wife’s cunt, but not yet releasing the nipple, she then commanded “suck my finger’s clean, whore … taste your cunt.” My wife, of course, did as told whereupon Sally ordered “turn around!” while still not releasing the tit.

My wife let out with another breathless gasping ‘ohhhhhhhhhh’ as Sally reached down and pushed a wet finger hard and fast into her ass.

“You like being fucked in your ass, don’t you slut?”

“Y … yessssssss ….”

“And what did your husband do to your ass last night after you left the club?”

“He fucked it.”

I had, however, told Sally what I’d done, and she, in turn, was going to humiliate my wife by having her say precisely what happened. “I know that, whore! What else did he do … tell me!” “He … oh godddddddddd … ,” was her hesitant response. Looking at me for perhaps an excuse to not answer, I nevertheless stood there staring at her until she replied fully “he … he pissed in my ass.”

“And did you cum for him when you felt your ass filling with his piss?”

“Y … yessssssssssssss … ”

Pulling her finger out of my wife’s ass, Sally spun her around by her tit and, shoving the finger into her mouth, commanded “suck this clean, whore!”

I knew how degraded and disgusted my wife must have felt then, but regardless of whatever taste the finger offered, she did precisely as told without gagging or choking.

Apparently satisfied that my wife was in the proper state of mind to be her BDSM slut, Sally announced “I’m going to gag you now so that you don’t disturb anyone outside of this room,” whereupon she produced a ring gag from her bag and, after inserting the ring in my wife’s mouth, buckled it tightly behind her head.

I don’t know how many readers have seen pictures of women gagged in such a way, but the image they offer is one of total surrender, though at one point she seemed to try to protest how tightly the buckle was pulling the gag into her mouth. In any event, it left her not only unable to utter an intelligible sentence, but also unable to fully control her drool, especially, as I subsequently learned, when she became fully aroused.

Taunting her with an image of things to come, Sally commented when done “there, slut … there’s nothing you can do now if I decide to piss into your mouth!” Then, turning to me, she asked “would you like to fuck me now while your wife watches?”

I might have refused had I not had my earlier conversation with Betty, but in this circumstance, with a cock that was already rock hard, I was only too happy to accept the invitation. I directed my wife, hands still bound behind her back, to take my place on the chair facing the bed, whereupon Sally, now acting somewhat more submissive than moments earlier, got on her hands and knees on the bed, facing my wife, awaiting me.

Taking my pants off and not yet ready to throw caution to the wind, I slipped a condom over my cock, knelt behind her and effortlessly slid into her cunt.

With my cock slowly gliding in and out, Sally looked up at my wife and asked in a taunting voice “don’t you wish it was your cunt he was fucking, slut? ……. yessssssssssssssss ……. push it in deep!”

It was difficult for me to choose between focusing on the whore I was fucking, or the one I was married to looking on from the chair only a few feet away. But clearly, Sally was going to make the most of it by making certain my wife knew how good it felt: “Yesssssssssss, fuck me …. fuck me hard …… ,” and then with a pause, “look at him slut … look at your husband fucking another woman …….. ohhhhhhh yesssssssssss that feels goodddddddddd … so fucking goodddddddddd.” My wife sat there, motionless, watching me fuck another woman for the first time in her life. At the same time, I couldn’t say whether Sally was merely acting or was as hot as her words suggested. But I was only human and could feel myself getting ready to cum, which I announced with “ok whore … now its time to cum.”

“Cummmmmm …… cummmmmm …. cummmmmmmmm ….” she cried, bucking her ass back hard against me, until her moan of “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” announced our simultaneous orgasms.

One of the wonders of the female sex, of course, is that one cum is merely an excuse for others whereas men need some time to recharge. Pulling my cock out of her cunt and stepping off the bed, Sally immediately got up, walked to my wife, and buried her face in Betty’s cunt.

Ring gag or no, there was no mistaking my wife’s guttural grunts and groans and the drool running down her chin to know she was close to cumming herself. Suddenly there was a muffled gagging scream as Sally bit down. And the biting continued as my wife seemed to writhe in a combination of agony and pleasure. With her mouth tightly gagged by the ring it was impossible for me to tell how much was pain and how much was pleasure … not that Sally seemed to care as she continued to feast on the cunt at her mouth.

By then my wife’s head was thrown back, eyes seemingly glazed, gurgling cries, pleading or whatever coming from her mouth as her hips and stomach began to tremble, even convulse. Pulling her head away from between my wife’s legs, Sally said simply “see, I knew she’d cum from that.”

Grabbing the ring of her posture collar, Sally unceremoniously pulled my wife up and threw her face forward half onto the bed so that her ass was at its edge. “Time to fuck this slut’s ass and tighten that corset,” she announced. And with that she retrieved a strap-on from her bag, which, unlike the one she used at the club, had a dong for her own cunt as well. However, before the fucking commenced, she announced as she released the buckle in back of my wife’s head holding the ring gag in place, “I think it will be more fun if we and whoever is nearby listens to this whore’s ass getting fucked.”

And with that my wife let go with a piercing cry of “owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww” as the dildo was driven deep and fast into her. With Sally driving the strap on as deep and hard as she could, it took less than a minute for Betty to begin her rhythmic cry “ohhhhh godddd ……… ohhhhhhh goddddddd ……….. ohhhhhhhhh goddddddddddddddd ………” until a screaming “aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” announced her orgasm.

Sally, however, was relentless and not about to let my wife get away with only one cum. I could literally hear her slamming into my wife, who was now crying “noooooooooo …….. pleaseeeeee ……. nooooooooooo …….. pleaseeeeee ……. noooooooooooooo” to the rhythm of Sally’s thrusts.

These were no longer cries of pleasure but almost a pleading for Sally’s assault to end. Soon enough, however, there was another piercing cry as a second orgasm ripped thru her.

Now, however and for the first time, Sally began pulling on the laces to my wife’s corset, tightening it as she fucked her. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh godddddddddddd …….. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh goddddddddddd,” my wife continued to cry, but her words soon turned, as they had before when I fucked her in this way, to “noooooooo …. pleaseeeeeeeeee … too tight …….. pleaseeeeeeeeee.”

Sally paid no more heed to her pleas than I had, and she continued to pull on the laces while ramming the strap on up Betty’s ass. My wife was now crying … sobbing actually … a whimpered ‘please … no’ as Sally assaulted her. But as the corset closed fully, her repetitive sobs of ‘please no …….. please no …….’ built to a crescendo until she wailed her telltale “aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” as yet another orgasm consumed her.

Sally for her part was hardly immune to the wild abandonment of the moment, letting out her own orgasmic “yessssssssssssssssssssssssss” at the same time as my wife’s wail.

Having finally achieved some release of her own, Sally pulled out and removed her strap on while my wife lay there. And while I might have expected Sally to relax, she was relentless in making my wife her bitch. As soon as she shed the strap on, she returned to Betty to gag her again with the ring gag. In some respects, this left my wife a pitiful sight … gagged, drooling, posture collar firmly in place, hands still clamped behind her back, and a corset pulled so tight her waist was unnaturally tiny compared to her now accentuated tits and ass. And, of course, one has to combine that description with eyes that have the pleading look one associates with a woman who knows her service as another woman’s slut was anything but done.

Sally, though, now wanted her own cunt attended to, and in her own way. The ring gag might muffle and garble my wife’s moans and cries, but it did not preclude her from using her tongue. With the suggestion that I simply sit back and watch, Sally disconnected my wife’s wrist clamps, but only so she could position Betty on her back on the bed. Betty seemed to relax for a minute with her new-found ‘freedom’, but that relaxation was short lived. With her hands resting on the headboard, Sally straddled my wife’s face to feed her a cunt. Bent forward and grinding into the open-gagged mouth, Sally commanded “tongue it bitch … tongue it good!”

With Sally’s cunt covering her mouth, it was difficult to gain a full sense of whether my wife was enjoying her taste of another woman. For the first few minutes she seemed simply to lay there. However, from the expressions on Sally’s face there was no doubt my wife’s tongue was doing what it had been ordered to do, a fact confirmed by Sally’s occasional comment, now more a moan of pleasure than a harsh command, “yesssss … tongue it …. tongue it my little bitch!”

After two or three minutes of this my wife’s hands reached up to grasp Sally’s hips, and I knew her pleasure at being forced to tongue another woman’s cunt was at least as great as Sally’s. I can’t say whether it was the taste of a cunt or simply the pleasure my wife derived from serving as a slut, but soon thereafter her hips were noticeably rising and falling to meet some imaginary cock. Sally herself could sense Betty’s increasing excitement as she now commanded “yes bitch … make me cum … make me cum” until, rocking furiously against my wife’s mouth, she let out her own cry of pleasure “yessssssssssssss …. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

It was impossible to tell whether my wife came in unison with Sally, but her humiliation at Sally’s hand was not done, for it was then that I was made to understand the full intent of the gag when doubtlessly the pleasure of having her cunt tongued would have been greater had the gag not been there: “Now whore, drink my piss!”

As hard as my cock was once again, I was fascinated by the fact that my wife made no attempt to object. Instead, she simply lay there, her hands still on Sally’s hips. But as soon as the piss began to flow, my wife’s hips and legs moved as if she were seeking some escape. Gagging and coughing, though perhaps making a vain attempt to drink what she could, a good deal of golden fluid spilled over her cheeks and onto the bed as Sally commanded “drink it whore … drink it!”

Finally, Sally rose, but only so she could feast on my wife’s cunt. And regardless of how degraded my wife might have felt at having Sally piss into her mouth, she responded as she normally would — wrapping her legs around Sally’s head, arching her back and moaning in pleasure.

It was then, perhaps that I understood fully my lack of understanding of sub sluts. I knew my wife felt degraded, disgusted even, at having been forced to drink someone’s piss. Were she like me she would have found the experience a total turn off. But it was clear that the abject humiliation she had just experienced was actually something of a turn on for her … or at least not a turn off. As strange as it seemed to me at the time, she needed the humiliation and degradation.

By then my cock was literally throbbing and I needed little additional encouragement when Sally pulled her face momentarily away from my wife’s cunt and moaned “fuck me.”

Slipping on a condom, I my cock slit into Sally’s cunt as she feasted on the cunt at her mouth.

My wife by this time was making those garbled sounds only a gagged bitch in heat can make when being pleasured as she began to fondle her own tits while pushing her hips up to meet Sally’s mouth.

Pressing my cock up hard, I commanded “cum whore … cum,” without any attempt at distinguishing between the two whores beneath me.

There followed several minutes of utter sexual abandon as Sally, with my cock slamming in and out of her, ate ravenously at my wife’s cunt while my wife, with her eyes now tightly shut, continued with her garbled sounds of total surrender. Those minutes ended only when my cock exploded into the condom that sheathed it. Sally’s reaction was to cum herself while biting down hard on my wife’s cunt, while my wife in turn, letting out a garbled scream, came as well.

“Relax, you all saw me naked!” Jessica cried out at Janine. Jessica struggled to untangle the rolled up tube top, her breast shook firmly as she did. Frustrated at Ralphy and Nick who were at eye level and openly ogling her breasts she turned away and was met by her picture on the wall. “What’s that!” Jessica said.

“House rules, first time anyone passes out here they get their picture taken, normally we’d drawn all over you, but you were moving around too much.” Janine said.

“Take it down!” Jessica wailed.

“You gotta’ earn it down!” Janine said.

“What!” Jessica cried her frustration growing with the tangled tube top.

“Relax it’s easy. All you have to do is come drinking again, it’s our get back on the horse program.” Janine said.

“I think I’ve had enough.” Jessica said.

“Alright, but the picture stays up then.” Janine said.

“You can’t!” Jessica cried.

“Alright.” Janine said hoisting herself from between Ralphy and Nick. “Here’s the deal. So what, we all saw you naked. Relax, it’s nothing!” With that Janine whipped out her own breasts. “Here guys check these out.” Janine said showing her breasts around the room. “You were asleep for two hours Jessica. These guys have been here almost the whole time.”

“What are you doing?” Jessica asked.

“The best thing is the moaning you were doing. You were having nasty dreams Jessica. You came Jessica, we all watched. It was better than TV.” Janine was within inches of the fairly shy Jessica. Janine began to pants and breath heavy imitating the way Jessica had gyrated in her sleep. “We’re having some friends over tomorrow night.” Janine said tucking her boobs back into her top. “If you come, I’ll give you the picture back.” Janine said.

“You’ll have fun if you let your hair down and relax.” Janine whispered in Jessica’s ear. As she whispered she un-tucked the tube top and lifted it up covering Jessica’s breasts and pointy nipples. “The party starts at nine.” Janine said. “Expect to stay late.”

“I can’t I have to bring my son to pre-school at seven.” Jessica said. Her voice was trembling, she had listened to everything Janine said, and watching her mimic the orgasms Jessica had experienced had made her embarrassed, but at the same time touched something deep inside her. Jessica flickered her eyes to the picture on the wall, in it her legs were wide open and her pussy was puffy and open, she couldn’t believe that it was hanging in this woman she had just met’s living room.

“Isn’t there a bus?” Janine asked.

“Yeah, but I don’t like to send him.” Jessica said guiltily.

“Well call the bus company and let them know he’s goin’ on the bus. He’ll love it. Now you go make some coffee and sober up a bit before Mike gets home. I think your shirt should be dry by now I left it hanging on the foot of my bed.” Janine said and patted Jessica’s bum. It felt so round and firm.

Jessica walked dejectedly through the kitchen and into Janine’s bedroom her shirt had dried out, and was stiff. She pushed Janine’s door shut and slid the tube top up her body, and then she pulled her own t-shirt back on and came out into the kitchen.

“You’re way too sexy to be self-conscious.” Janine said. “Relax lots of women get a little goofy when their drunk, it’s all part of the fun.” Janine was leaning on the counter again. “Go downstairs and grab a shower, I’ll pop in tomorrow morning to see how you’re doing.” Janine said and gave Jessica a big hug. Jessica hadn’t expected the affection and stiffened up. She could feel Janine’s big boobs pressing against her body. Janine walked her to the door.

“You really think I’m sexy?” Jessica asked.

“Jessica, promise not to be embarrassed by this?” Janine asked.

“By what?” Jessica asked.

“Hey guys, is Jessica sexy?” Janine called to the living room.

There was a chorus of ‘oh yeahs’ as a response. Jessica’s cheeks went scarlet. Deep down in the pit of her belly though, something got warm. She had never been flirty, and had definitely never even bordered on promiscuous, Mark had been her third lover, and something about the reaction of these younger guys made her extremities tingle, and the center of her being warm and fuzzy.

“You are very sexy. Now get on out of here!” Janine said wrinkling her nose with a big smile. Jessica headed back into the hall and down the stairs, despite the lingering pulsing of the alcohol she felt a little elated. Certainly she was mortified, but no one seemed to care or make a big deal out of it, and the more she pictured her photo in her mind the more she thought it was dirty and decadent. She would certainly not tell Mark, but she did take care of herself and seeing those boys appreciate her hard work made her feel wanted.

Back at home Jessica showered spending a long time under the water. She was still buzzed, but the warm water was nice. At four thirty just as she started getting things ready for supper Mark called, he was going to put in a late night, and she probably wouldn’t see him until eightish. She said ok and thanked him for working so hard.

The house was quiet as she sipped her coffee and let her head clear, she thought about going back upstairs and saying hi, but talked herself out of it. At six her mother dropped off Nathan. Her mother asked her what the problem was and she apologized, she felt the need to lie.

“I had a pounding head-ache and the sniffles so I took some of that night-time cough medicine and it was just too much for me I think mom.” Jessica said.

“Oh you sounded really out of it, you were slurring your words, and I thought you were drunk.” Her mother said laughing.

“Oh wow I must’ve sounded like that huh!” Jessica said. She laughed a little nervously. After her mother left she fed Nathan and played with him for a little while, first thing in the morning she would call the bus company, and she would also mention it to the school when she dropped him off.

Mark finally got home at eight fifteen she fixed him some supper and they sat and talked, Nathan had been asleep for a half hour already. Mark was always exhausted when he put in these eleven and twelve-hour days, but he liked feeling in control of his finances. Jessica told him how she had fixed the pipe, Mark’s eyes even tired had a look of pure appreciation.

“You didn’t have to call a plumber?” Mark asked.

“No Janine and I fixed it.” Jessica said, hoping she hadn’t blushed. Just mentioning Janine brought the image of the photo flooding her mind.

“Thank you Jess.” Mark said leaning over to kiss her. Suddenly a pang of guilt swept into Jessica as she thought of what Mark would think if he had seen the wanton display Jessica had put on in her drunken slumber. She managed to maintain face in front of her husband, but after he went to bed she sat on their couch staring at the television and thinking.

Unfortunately her thoughts and the lateness of the hour carried her away from her guilt and into her fantasy. She pictured herself waking up naked, with the boys staring at her, and when she went to dress she pictured them stopping her, telling her not to. Although she herself wanted to be naked, exposed, she needed them to tell her. If she were made to be naked, then it wasn’t totally her fault.

The fantasy was strong, and realistic, she unbuttoned the jeans that she had put on and slid the zipped down. Although she rarely masturbated she slid her hand into her panties and began stroking herself remembering the strange men fucking her in her drunken dreams. Little did she know how close to the dream reality had been.

The next morning she woke up still on the couch, her jeans were in a pile at her feet and her panties were disheveled. She brought her fingers to her nose and smelled her the musky aroma. The clock said five-thirty, Mark would be up any minute! She grabbed her jeans and pulled them on, heading into the bedroom where Mark lay awake. He normally woke up right before the alarm went off.

“Hey where were you?” He asked.

“I passed out on the couch.” Jessica said gesturing towards the living room. Saying it made her think of the previous afternoon, and that made her picture her fantasy.

“I’m sorry, are you sore?” Mark asked.

“Not too bad.” Jessica said stretching. “Can I get you some breakfast?”

“Sure, thanks.” Mark said.

Jessica made him breakfast while he showered, and then she got Nathan up and ready for school. Mark was heading out the door when she and Nathan emerged from Nathan’s bedroom. They said goodbye and then headed to Jessica’s car, Nathan walking happily beside his mom. There were footsteps coming down the stairs. Jessica turned to see Ralphy and Nick stumbling tiredly down the stairs, her cheeks had definitely gone pink.

“Hey!” Ralphy said smiling.

“Hi.” Jessica said averting her eyes.

“We never got a chance to introduce ourselves. I’m Ralphy, this is Nick.” Ralphy continued extending a hand.

“Hi, I’m Jessica.” Jessica said meeting their gaze for a second then dropping it again. They walked off down the street as she drove off. She watched them, knowing how much of her they’d seen, she felt her crotch growing warm.

She dropped Nathan off, and his teachers said they’d take care of the bus. They asked if she wanted him to go home on the bus today. The prospect of riding the big school bus with the other kids had Nathan excited, and he begged Jessica to say yes. Jessica did. His teachers said that he would probably get home around three-thirty or four, and that he’d be picked up around six-thirty.

From Nathan’s School, she went to the gym. She bought a sports drink from the machine and after chugging it bought another. She had a slight headache, but a ton of nervous energy to work off. She spent a half hour on the treadmill, and then did some of the universal machines, when she was done her body felt tight.

Jessica went to the locker room to shower and change and looked herself over in the mirror. ‘Sexy’. She thought and the word sounded so good to her. She looked at her breasts and although she was only twenty-five they were firmer than they were before Nathan was born, her abdomen was tight and had a subtle definition to, you could even see a hint of the muscle over her ribs. Her pelvis bone was accentuated by her hipbone lines adding to the contour of her abs, and there was the slightest swell where her hair covered pubic mound protruded. Her legs were her favorite. They were long and muscularly toned.

She arrived home from the gym at nine in the morning. She cleaned the house and thought about tonight. At eleven a knock on the door broke her from her entranced reverie. It was Janine. As Jessica pulled the door open the blond was smiling, she was wearing her robe and a tiny pair of terrycloth shorts.

“Throw some coffee on, it was a late night.” Janine said as she walked through the door. Jessica felt a smile come to her face. “You’re dressed!” She said referring to Jessica’s jeans and T-shirt.

“Yeah, I went to the gym and dressed there.” Jessica said.

“So that’s how you stay so firm.” Janine said and laid the wrenches on Jessica’s counter.

“Oh thanks!” Jessica said and headed for Mark’s toolbox.

“What are you going to wear tonight?” Janine asked as she began filling Jessica’s coffee maker with water. “Where do you keep the coffee?”

“Coffee’s in the cabinet above you and I don’t know. I don’t know what to tell mark either.” Jessica said.

“What time does he go to bed?” Janine asked as she made the coffee.

“Nine or so, he works a lot.” Jessica answered.

“Just tell him you’re gonna’ watch a movie with me.” Janine said. “Where’s your closet?” Janine was heading for the main bedroom. Jessica had put the wrenches away and followed Janine into her bedroom. Janine opened the closet and began going through Jessica’s stuff. “This is Nice!” Janine said she held up one of Jessica’s Nightees. It was Victoria’s Secret she never wore it.

“Thanks.” Jessica said. “I never get to wear it anymore.” She laughed. It was black and hung halfway down her thighs, the neckline plunged showing her cleavage almost to the underside of her breasts. There were spaghetti strap and they adjusted to give her breasts support while she wore it.

“Wear it tonight!” Janine said. Jessica’s face went beet red.

“Are you crazy!” Jessica said. “That’s not clothes!”

“Sure it is pretend it’s a sexy black dress. Where do you keep your underwear!?” Janine said laying the lingerie on Jessica’s bed. Jessica motioned to her dresser.

“Top drawer.” Jessica said. Janine skipped over and pulled the drawer open. ‘All boring!’ She thought to herself as she dug through Jessica’s panties. Finally near the bottom she found a lacy black T-back, it wasn’t a thong or a g-string, but it was the best Jessica had.

“Try them on at least.” Janine said. “PLEASE….” Janine said.

“Alright I’ll try it on.” Jessica said. It HAD been a LONG time since she had worn it, and she did like having it, it made her feel sexy. SEXY she thought of the word, and the boys. It was so decadent to even imagine wearing this. Janine headed to the kitchen to get some of the coffee as Jessica pulled off her jeans, shirt, bra and panties.

“Do you want coffee?” Janine called.

“Sure Jessica answered.” She tugged the T-backs on, she had worn them only once, for Mark on the honeymoon, he hadn’t really even noticed, he wasn’t an underwear kind of guy.

“How do you take it?” Janine asked.

“Just cream.” Jessica called back as she shrugged the sexy black nightee on. In the kitchen Janine smiled. The fact that Jessica would try it on, meant Janine could get her to wear it tonight. When Janine returned Jessica was straightening the straps and adjusting her breasts in the outfit.

It wasn’t overly lacy or sheer, just deep dark black satin. Janine looked at the narrow deep cleft of cleavage. Jessica’s nipples were prominently erect through the thin material, and they were each about an inch from the edge of the neckline. Janine looked Jessica over, the hem of the nightee fell about six inches above Jessica’s knee, showing the healthy and toned thigh muscles Janine wished she had.

“You look HOT!” Janine said. “Take it off, I’ll bring it upstairs and hang it up in my room, you can sneak up when your husband goes to bed and change when you get there.”

“I can’t wear this!” Jessica said laughing.

“Everything’s covered.” Janine said. “I’m making you wear it, or I won’t give you back the picture.”

“You wouldn’t.” Jessica said. Janine nodded and smiled. Jessica had a lightness swelling in her stomach, would she really be able to wear this in front of strangers? “OK.” Jessica said nervously.

“Take it off, and I’ll see you at nine or so, don’t worry if you’re a few minutes late.” Janine said. She set Jessica’s coffee on the night table and watched the stunning redhead undress. Once naked, Janine took the lingerie and hung it back on it’s hanger, looping the panties over the hook and taking a big sip of her own coffee. “Good coffee.” Janine said, as Jessica got dressed again. They finished the coffee and Janine left with Jessica’s sexiest lingerie.

For the remainder of the day Jessica’s libido was on fire. She masturbated twice before her son got home from school. At five thirty they all had supper together, Mark was too tired to work late again. After Supper Mark spent some time with Nathan and Jessica watched TV. Mark was exhausted when he finally put Nathan to bed, it was almost eight o’clock a little past Nathan’s bedtime, but Mark had barely seen him in the past few days.

“I’m beat honey, I think I’m just gonna’ crash.” Mark said as he emerged from Nathan’s room.

“Oh…I’m sorry!” Jessica said. She had been thinking about picking up a morning job to alleviate his hours, she would start looking soon.

“Don’t worry about it.” Mark said. “What are you up to, anything good on?”

“Actually Janine upstairs asked me if I wanted to come up and watch a movie on Lifetime.” Jessica said. Mark HATED Lifetime movies, calling them paranoid.

“Really, you’ve got a buddy?” Mark said. Jessica nodded knowing he’d never in a million years ask anything about the movie. “Cool, a girlfriend’ll be good for you.” Mark said. He pulled his shirt off and headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Jessica followed him around doting on him, helping him get his clothes laid out for the morning.

“What time does the movie start?” Mark asked as he checked the alarm clock.

“Nine.” Jessica said.

“I’ll be dead to the world by then. Have a good night baby.” Mark kissed her. He thought to himself she felt warm. A friend would be good for her. Since Nathan was born she had donated most of her time to their child and could use a break. Mark rolled over and was asleep by the time Jessica shut off all but the bathroom light and stood in the kitchen preparing to go upstairs.

She had heard a few sets of feet go by their door and head up, she wondered how many people would be at the party. Jessica looked down at her tight fitting jeans, and her snug ribbed shirt. She decided to take her bra off now. It would be one less thing to have to account for if she was drunk. She slipped the bra off and tucked it into the underwear bag on the bathroom hamper. Then with a deep breath she headed upstairs, it was only eight thirty.

“To be continued…”

“Janine. I made it, give me back my nightee.” Jessica said.

“You were still swallowing though?” Janine said. “How “bout I trade you for your panties?”

“NO WAY! I made it.” Jessica said.

“Promise you”ll hang out for a little while?” Janine said. “After all the night”s still young, it”s not even midnight yet.” Janine said.

“Ok I”ll stay.” Jessica said.

Janine held the nightee towards the couch away from Jessica. “Alright you can have it, you gotta” come get it though.” Janine was giggling.

“Oh C”mon!” Jessica said approaching the buxom blond. “Just give it to me.” As soon as Jessica was within arm”s length Kimmy tackled her from behind and started to tickle her again and so did Janine. Jessica again started to laugh and writhe hysterically. They let go after a few seconds and Janine threw Jessica”s nightee to Mike.

“Keep away!” Mike laughed. Jessica turned not covering herself at first. Her breasts were firm and high on her chest from long hours at the gym. All the guys stared appreciatively. Jessica saw all their faces the tiny living room was absolutely full of people. She covered her chest.

“Please…” Jessica asked. Then the slightest bit of a tingling began in the back of her head. Mike held the nightee over his head. Mike was just over five ten, and at five two Jessica would have to jump for it if she had any hopes of getting the nightee.

“One more dance and you can have it back.” Mike teased, thinking back to how good it had felt with Jessica”s legs wrapped around his waist.

“C”mon no more dancing.” Jessica said. Janine quickly put the slow music channel back on the TV, and switched the surround sound system on. Jessica meanwhile was feeling more and more of the effects of the booze. As the music started with it”s slow steady rhythm she could feel it in her head, it was fuzzy and she felt herself begin to sway slightly. The base unit in the surround sound was driving through her even at its relatively low volume.

“Just one more, and you can pick your partner. Right GUYS?” Mike asked. All the guys nodded, laughing.

“I don”t wanna”.” Jessica said. Her words were beginning to slur. Mike reached up and tucked the nightee over the ceiling fan blade, being sure almost none of it hung down. Jessica looked up at the fan and was sure she could reach it if she climbed up on the table. She stepped up onto the coffee table that was littered with ashtrays and empty beer cans and bottles. She reached a hand up and tugged on the nightee, Mike had been sure to hook the spaghetti straps over the narrow part of the blade, she”d need both hands.

Jessica swallowed her pride and turned away from the guys as she began unhooking the nightee. Raising her hands above her head seemed to cause the still coming effects of chugging two beers to intensify, which made it harder to undo the nightee. Janine stood up giggling as Jessica was now having all kinds of problems. Janine reached out, and found Jessica”s bum and panties right at her own chest level. She grabbed Jessica”s panties and began to tug on the waistband.

“Oh god Janine DON”T!” Jessica said. Janine was giggling and began tugging Jessica”s panties down. “Janine NO!” Jessica let go of the nightee and grabbed the waistband of her panties. She and Janine had a giggling tug-of-war, then Kimmy reached out and started tickling Jessica, she quickly lost her grip on the panties and Janine pulled them over her round buttocks, and down her thighs. Finally they were puddled at Jessica”s feet on the coffee table. Kimmy began tickling Jessica”s feet. Jessica squirmed and tried to keep her feet on the table, but with how cluttered it was she was losing her balance.

As each foot lifted Janine quickly freed Jessica”s last article of clothing and waved them over her head. Jessica turned and reached out with both hands for them. In turning she exposed herself fully to the guys. The guys like dogs with food on the wind were getting antsy with anticipation. Jessica now feeling her booze lost her balance and started to fall. Mike caught her and lifted her from the coffee table laying her naked on the nearest couch. Now pretty drunk Jessica looked up at eleven guys all looking down at her naked body, she could see her nightee still dangling from the fan.

“Can someone get my nightee down please?” Jessica slurred.

“One more dance.” Mike replied holding his hand out to her. Jessica felt exposed, she could see the hunger and want in all the guys eyes, she knew the situation was out of hand.

“Just a dance?” Jessica finally asked.

“Just a dance.” Mike said smiling. Jessica allowed Mike to pull her to her unsteady swaying feet. In a room full of drunk men Jessica walked to the clearing in front of the TV with Mike to dance, completely naked with him.

To Be Continued…..