Message-ID: <7380eli$9801161611@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: RNRH85C@prodigy.com ( J M MCMURRAY) Subject: "Linda's Story" 4/9 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199801161323.IAA18078@mime2.prodigy.com> *************** NOTE: I did not write this story. I am merely posting it. *************** ~Subject: Linda4.txt (4/9) show wife mf * * * * * * * * Linda and Bill head for St. Louis for a wild weekend of showing off and sex with other men. She flashes several other drivers and then meets Alec in his van at a rest stop. This is an original story by Lingus. Comments and story ideas welcome by email. Part 4 of 9. ************************************************************* Chapter 4: Linda Makes a New Friend On the Road By the time we reached home from our shopping trip we both were pretty wrung out from the excitement and sexual tension that we had just experienced. Neither of us seemed particularly interested in talking about it. I asked Linda if she was alright and when she said yes we went about our weekly routine of getting ready to go back to work the next morning. That night as we went to bed I asked, "Did you have a good time today?" "Oh, yes", she replied. "We really made a mess of my new panties though." She held up the pair that she was wearing in the shoe store and she was right. They were really gooey with a combination of her juices and two loads of cum. The cum had apparently run down the front of the panties while she was bent over the desk and both sides of the opening in the crotch had also been soaked. "Did you have fun today?" she asked. "I sure did. It was even better than I had ever imagined. The sight of you laid across that desk with that guy's huge cock pounding you was incredibly erotic. Did you like such a big one?" "Well, I must admit it felt good. He's not the biggest I've ever had though." I decided not to pursue the details behind that remark, at least for now, but I did suggest that if she liked big ones I would be on the look-out for others. "That would be fun. The big ones are usually black, you know", she said rather matter-of-factly. I recalled at least one black lover that she had had before we married and since that was not a happy period in our relationship I let it drop, but I did find the prospect of seeing her being fucked by a big black cock or two very erotic. "It has been quite a weekend..one like I never imagined would ever really happen. You have been fucked by three different men in the last three days. Two of them you had never met before and probably won't ever see again. How do you feel about that?" "The only thing I am concerned about is how YOU feel", she answered. "I still have a problem believing that you really enjoy seeing your wife doing things like that. It's not the way I was brought up." "Me either, that's for sure. I know it's not conventional and I really can't begin to explain it but I sure do get turned on by it. Whatever the reason doesn't really matter anyhow." "I hope you're right. You don't have some ulterior motive do you? You know it is a pretty risky thing to be doing." "How do you think it's risky?", I asked. "Well you never know what some guy might do. Remember Gary and his persistence. Also we have been doing some very unconventional things pretty close to home and we just might have been seen. Also there is the risk that I might find it habit forming. You know, I guess, that I really enjoy sex...more than most women." "Yes, I am well aware of that. But this is one way for you to get plenty of it and not have to feel guilty about it...as long as it's just sex and doesn't get romantic." That comment ended the conversation for the evening. We both dropped off to sleep. I don't know what might have been going through Linda's mind as we dozed off, but mine was filled with visions of hard cocks plunging in and out of her pussy and of cum running down her wet hot slit. The next couple of weeks seemed to get filled with a number of distractions and by Linda's period so we didn't get around to the subject of other men again until nearly three weeks after our "big" weekend. I had thought many times about what had happened and found myself getting turned on every time I did. I was curious about what Linda might be thinking but every time I planned to bring up the subject, I was finessed by some new distraction. Finally, on Thursday night of the third week we found some time to be together when we weren't completely exhausted. After our usual lengthy oral foreplay and I was beginning to fuck her, I said "You know, you haven't been fucked really well for quite awhile. How ever have you gotten along without it?" "You're right," she answered, "and I've started to get pretty horny the last few days. This always helps though." "Well, when I said "well fucked" I meant really well fucked. Like a few weekends ago." "I know what you meant. Did you have something in mind?" "Haven't there been any good opportunities at work?" "Not really," Linda answered. "One of the partners makes his usual pass at me every now and then but he doesn't interest me..and he could put my job at risk." "Hmmm, interesting. What sort of a pass does he make?" This was something I had long suspected went on but had almost never gotten any direct clues from her about it before. "Oh, he asks me out to lunch or dinner or drinks or to a motel. He is really quite direct about it. He has a reputation of having had a lot of the women in the office and at least some of that reputation is warranted. Word seems to get around about who and where. He is not very discreet and it has nearly wrecked a marriage or two." "Sounds like a good thing to stay clear of although it wouldn't put your marriage in danger. Have the women been able to keep their jobs?" I asked. "Yes, and so has he..so far. I suspect that at least a couple of the women have done so by being "cooperative" with one or two of the senior partners." "Well that is VERY interesting," I replied. "I have been thinking about another alternative anyhow." "Oh, what is that?" Linda seemed more than a little interested. "How about spending a weekend out of town, like in St. Louis?" "And do what?" she asked. Since the pace of our fucking was beginning to pick up speed, I couldn't tell if she was serious in her question. "Let's finish this and then talk about it, that is if you are interested. OK?" "OK. It sounds like it could be fun. Tell me what you would like to have happen." Linda often liked to hear erotic talk while she was being fucked. She very seldom said much herself however. As much as I have tried I just haven't been able to get her to be explicit in describing sexual acts or the equipment that is involved. "I would love to see you show some men your breasts and your pussy. Maybe you could dance with some of them and they could feel you up. Then when you can't control yourself any longer I would love to see you suck one guy's cock while another one pounds your pussy with his. Then I would like to see them both cum on your face. How does that sound for a start?" "Sounds like fun," she said breathlessly. She was close to cumming and so was I. We quickly switched positions with her on top and she starting rocking our way over the edge. Within a minute we both came and she collapsed onto my chest. I could feel my cock begin to slip from her cunt and a stream of cum followed it. "Wouldn't you love to have another cock take over now to do you again..and then perhaps another and maybe still another?" "What are you planning, a gangbang?" she asked. "Don't you think you'd like that?" "It sounds like fun, but I could never really do such a thing. That would be going too far. Don't you think?" "I think you could probably take on a small army and still want more." "Just what sort of woman do you think I am, a slut of some sort?" "No, not ÿ ¼ married. "It's best to get your pussy in shape for the big weekend. We sure wouldn't want it to get worn out and spoil our plans now would we," I teased her. "Fat chance. It's been sore a time or two but it'll never wear out." Friday finally came and we were almost giddy as we made final preparations. We both had taken the day off because we were going to drive down. It's about a six hour drive from our suburban home to St. Louis. 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