First, let me tell you a little about myself. 

I married my husband when I was 21, he was 20. We were both attractive,
fit and sexually active. We lived together before we got married and
one day out of the blue my husband to be started talking about sex and
how he wouldn't mind if I had sex outside of our relationship. Since I
really enjoyed sex we came to an agreement after a few days that I
could fuck other men (& women) if I was discreet and told him all the
details while he made love to me. He also wanted to participate
whenever possible. Thus began a marriage that involved many lovers over
a period of many years. I had my cake and I could eat it to. 

This is one of many true stories I will share with everyone as I find
time to write them down. Names have been changed to protect the
innocent (& the not-so-innocent!)

Also, so you picture me in your mind while you are reading I am 5 feet
tall, weigh roughly 95 pounds right after a shower, have average sized
breasts for my height (some guys called them ³perky²), have a small and
nicely rounded butt and have brunette hair in 2 places. I always got
carded all the time, even for cigarettes.


Part 2:


Rob pulled another hand towel from the shelves above the toilet. He
dabbed it around my face and neck and commented how sexy I looked all
sweaty. I planted my feet on the floor and slowly started to raise
myself up off from Rob's lap. I could definitely feel his cock as it
slid out of me. Being careful not to suck my insides out and enjoying
how it felt I quickly reached down with one hand to cover my pussy. The
head of Rob's dick kind of popped out of me as I am sure my pussy was
trying to return to normal. As I bent over to see him out of me I
rested one hand on his shoulder and used the other hand to wipe off his
cock. I dabbed myself too but was fairly dry by now. No cum leaking out
of me. I liked that. The feeling of some lovers sperm running down my
leg doesn't do anything for me and fortunately it rarely does. When I
feel a man ejaculate in me I start to manually tighten my vaginal
muscles. I do think it helps keep the sperm from running out. Usually
when I get home my husband like to strip me and flip me. That is
inspect my body for sexual trauma to see where I am bruised, if I have
any hickeys and to look at muffy. By working to keep as much cum as
possible inside me it gives Steven a little taste of the last dude that
fucked me. 

I backed up from Rob, stood straight up and reached my hands high
toward the ceiling. I arched back just a tad and stretched my body. It
felt good. Rob sat there watching me and saying what a what a nice body
I had. I thanked him and bent all the way over at the waist to stretch
my lower back. I heard Rob flush the toilet and then wash his hands in
the sink. I did the same. ³Where did you put those wine coolers?² I
inquired. I think they're still at the foot of the bed Rob responded.
³Are you ready?² he asked before opening the bathroom door. At first I
thought it was kind of a strange question then I remembered there was a
party going on. Not a quiet party either. I had managed to block out
all the noise downstairs while I was concentrating on Rob and his
you-know-what. 

³I'm always ready² I purred as I ran my hand over his buttocks and
nudged his side with my head. Just then we heard someone bounding up
the stairs. ³Someone must need to use the bathroom² I muttered. Rob
told me there was a 3/4 bath downstairs and that was the one everybody
was using. A tap on the bathroom door and the sound of Wayne's voice
greeted us next. ³What do you want?² Rob asked his brother. Wayne
paused and then asked us what we were doing in there? ³Beat it² Rob
hollered thru the door. ³Hey², Wayne continued, ³everybody wants to
know what happened to you². ³It is your party² I mentioned to my new
lover. 

³What did you tell them?² Rob asked Wayne. He responded by saying that
he told his friends Rob had to call his future wife on the phone and
needed some peace and quiet. ³That's a good one² Rob chuckled, then
told Wayne to go away and he would come right down. ³Alright, it's your
fiesta man² was all we heard as Wayne made his way back down the
stairs. I asked Rob if he thought anyone knew I was up here. ³I don't
know² he said and with that he opened the door and we darted back to
his bedroom. I swung the bedroom door and closed it by flattening my
back side up against it. Still horny and wanting more I asked him what
we should do next?. ³Well, why don't you have a drink² Rob said as he
handed me one of the bottles from the bag on the floor. I tried to open
the cap but I couldn't. Feeling weak and feeble I asked Rob to open it
for me. ³Come here² he demanded and I sauntered over to him. I stood
directly in front of him, looked up at him with some sad looking eyes
and held out the bottle. ³What's the matter?² he inquired, ³can't get
the top off?² 

³Well that and your going to go downstairs to the party² I murmured and
stared at the floor. I was trying to make him feel a little sorry for
leaving me. ³Look² Rob stated, ³if I don't go and join these guys for
at least a little while they will all come crowding up here². I
understood. Rob then asked me how late I could stay?. ³I can stay as
long I want² I responded but at some point I would need to call Steve
and tell him I was going to be late. ³Why don't you come downstairs
with me and I'll introduce you around to everyone² Rob said as he put
his shorts and shirt back on. Still standing there with nothing on
except for my black shoes and white socks and dreading the thought of
putting that sweater back on I asked if he had anything I could wear?. 

³So you'll stay and party with me and my friends?² I told him yes. 

³Besides, I'm not done making love to you² he said while looking in his
closet for something I could put on. I got a little chill and some
goose bumps. This made my nipples hard. I wrapped my arms around my
chest covering my breasts and waited for Rob. He stuck his head out of
the closet and held out a t-shirt for my approval. 

³What size is it?², I asked.

³I dunno². He fumbled with the shirt and I asked him if his
fiance had a dress shirt handy. A button down type of shirt I said. He
rummaged some more and produced a black satin blouse with an oversized
collar and buttons down the front. I stepped over to the closet and Rob
held the shirt up to my naked, and chilled, body. 

³Are you cold?², he asked. 

³A little². ³I get cold easy² I told him. Not much meat on my bones I
guess.

He pressed the shoulders to my flesh and I figured it was about 3 or
4 sizes too big for me. ³Perfect² I told him. Not worrying about
what Rob's girlfriend would think of me wearing one of her shirts I
took it and sat down on the bed to unbutton it. Really, me wearing one
of her shirts was the least of the situation. 

Rob was ready to rejoin his buddies so I stood up, slipped the shirt
over my arms and held the front together over my breasts. ³What do you
think?² I said while inspecting myself at the same time.

³Well, I think you look perfect!² He handed my skirt to me
and I held it against the long black shirt I was now wearing and asked
Rob if he
thought it went together?

³Well, not really² he said. ³But I don't think
anything in this closet is going to fit you²

³Do I need to wear anything else?² I asked him. 

³That's up to you² Rob said. ³Personally, I think you
look just fine the way you are². ³You look very nice as a matter of
fact². 

The shirt did cover my private parts but not by much. I fastened a
few of the buttons and prepared to meet Rob's friends. 

³I suppose as soon as I bring you downstairs everyone's going to
know what we've been up to² Rob said as he put his hands on my
shoulders and drew me close.

³They're big boys² I said. ³And it's OK with me if it's OK with you².
Just as the words came out of my mouth I started to get butterflies in
my stomach thinking how this rowdy bunch of older guys were going to
react seeing me like this. I was nervous but excited too. This was a
first for me. Originally I had not really
planned to join the party. Just fuck Wayne's brother, suck his cock
and go home. But I do like parties and these guys didn't sound like they
were being overly crude or raunchy. I thought it would be fun. I could
tease them and see who the squirmy ones are. If I got up enough nerve
(or got drunk enough, which I don't do very often) I was going to flash
one or two of the cuter ones. 
 
I kicked off my shoes and decided to wear just my socks and Janey's
black satin shirt. 

³You sure do look hot dressed like that² Rob said as he held me away
from him just a tad and admired how I looked in his fiancé's shirt. I
undid a top button, and this exposed about three-quarters of my
breasts.

³ Does this look better?², I asked with a deviant smile. ³Is this sexy
enough?

³Oh, that's more than sexy enough, maybe a little too sexy². 

³Really?² I questioned, not exactly sure if he was serious or not. Rob
went on to tell me all but one of his friends at the party tonight was
married. Most for ten years or more. And while they have talked about
other women and swapped a lot of lies during their fishing trips,
camping trips or any other time they get together it's all just talk.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Now Rob has gone and crossed over the imaginary line. He has had a
taste of the forbidden fruit. While he was not too concerned about what
the guys will think of him he is concerned that the wives will find out
and everyone will think he's a dirt-bag.  But he has already given in
to my tempting ways. He has seen my sensual and nubile self. His semen
has filled my most private part to capacity. There is no return now. He
is part of me, and I am part of him. 

³I'm just worried about a couple of them trying to come on to you², Rob
explained. Most everyone is harmless Rob went on. But when Danny and
Frank get together for a night of drinking, look out.

³Are those the two loudest ones we can hear right now?

³Yea, that's them alright² ³I would watch for them trying to cop a
quick feel if they are close to you² Rob told me. 

³They wouldn't hurt me would they? ³I don't want to be held down and
spanked or anything crazy like that² I stated. 

³No, no...you don't need to worry about that. Just most, or I should
say all, are going to be flirting with you². ³Most, if not all, are
going to wish they could switch places with me and be the one having
great sex with that tender little body of yours².

I couldn't help but grin as I heard Rob talking about his friends and
how they might act. It also made me very horny thinking of all the
possibilities. But I did want to help make Rob's party a success. A
party his buddies would not soon forget. So I told him I wanted to do
everything possible to make this a killer party. I volunteered to bar
tend and waitress for everyone. Beers, cocktails, munchies, ashtrays,
whatever, I would get it. I could pick the house up too and straighten
a few things up between fetching drinks and food. 

³Wow², Rob said. ³That's a lot of work, you don't have to do all that². 

³But, I want to. And since I've decided to stay for a little while I
insist. Your friends will like it and I get to tease them a little bit,
OK?².

³Well, if you insist², Rob replied. ³I do², I said. ³But a little
teasing might get you more than you came over here for².  ³I was just
thinking about bending over once in a while to flash your buddies. Show
them a little nipple here and there and whoever is behind me at the
time can see my ass². ³What do you think?², I asked.

³It's your body sweetheart, it's up to you²

³No², I said directly to him. ³It's up to you². ³Everything about me
has been up to you since I got here². He heard me tell him that when we
were upstairs but I guess he thought it didn't apply to everything. So
I explained to Rob one last time why I was there in the first place. I
am doing a favor for your brother I told him. He asked me to treat you
like I treat him for this one night. And I agreed. And when I make love
to someone I give myself to that lover. All of myself, to be used
however you like.

³Dang girl, Wayne was right, you ARE a wild little thing². Rob was
shaking his head and grinning like a fool when he finally asked the
question. The question I knew was coming whether he knew it or not.  

³So...your mine tonight? ³All mine, all night, right?² I nodded. 

³So....are you saying you can handle my friends by yourself if your
flashing and teasing get out of hand?² 

³If you say it's alright, I will do whatever your friends ask me to do.
If you do not mind these guys lifting my shirt or feeling me up then
you can tell them it's OK². ³As for anything else happening we should
just see how things go, and then you can decide what to do with me².

³You are truly amazing², Rob murmured as he sat, staring at me. I
kissed him on the lips like a wife would kiss a husband. He was my
husband for the night and I began to love him like one. I liked being
his willing sex slave. Since I had made the decision earlier to stay,
and had made the decision to allow things to happen and progress at
their own pace, I felt like a true slut. At times I felt dirty and
nasty. I suspected that before this night was over I might fuck every
one here. I was feeling deviant and dark. I was going to allow anything
to happen. From anybody, anywhere, anytime. Rob was still in charge of
me but I was thinking about how I was going to feel after giving head
to 10 guys.

Rob had left me standing by the doorway, daydreaming, while he went to
the bathroom. I snapped out of it and went into the bathroom while Rob
was still peeing. 

³I'll be done in a minute², Rob said. 

³Take your time lover, I am here to please you². With that I reached
around his waist and gently took his semi-erect cock in my hand. I
aimed him properly and let a couple of my fingers reach down to his
balls. When he finished he told me I should shake it a little. Gently. 

³I'll do something better² I said as I dropped to my knees. With my
hands on his hips I turned him and swung his still dripping cock into
my mouth. ³Mmmm² was all he could say. I massaged his balls and ran my
thumb from the very base of his cock up to the top. My lips were
secured on his head as I squeezed the last few drops of his urine into
my mouth. I quickly swallowed the salty liquid then licked his nut sack
and licked up his shaft. He was hard in an instant. And I was very
horny and feeling good for being so bold and tasting Rob like that. I
rarely do anything like that but it just seemed like the right thing to
do at the time. I know my husband will be proud of me when I tell him
about it. 

³Damn, we have to go² Rob said.

³I know, but I want you to do one last thing for me, OK?²

³What?² Rob asked.

I told him if I was going to be the only female at his bachelor party
then I wanted him to mark me as his. I told him I wanted a big hickey
on my neck so anyone could see. Rob slowly nodded his head then grabbed
me hard by my upper arms and yanked my neck to his open mouth. He
sucked and bit me so hard I squealed in pain. It hurt bad enough that I
tried to pull away. But the more I struggled the tighter he held me
until his lips came off my neck with a loud Œpop'. It felt like a patch
of my skin had come off. My hand instinctively went up to my new wound.
When I looked at my hand there was blood on it. I stood in front of the
mirror and gasped as I saw a silver dollar-sized deep bruise on the
front of neck. Rob handed me some tissue and I blotted the black spot
until it stopped bleeding.

³Wow, I didn't really mean to do that to you² Rob said somewhat
apologetically. 

³It's OK babe² I giggled. 

I was excited and tingling all over by that sudden and aggressive
attack on me. I almost brought myself to a free-standing orgasm when I,
again, thought about how wild Steve was going to be when he sees this
huge thing on my neck. Kind of like with the pee thing I don't often
do, getting a hickey on my neck isn't usually allowed. Well, maybe the
back of my neck, during winter. All the rest, and it's a lot, go on my
breasts. 

³Rob² I whispered softly into his ear as I rubbed my fuck-starved
little body on his leg and his stomach and his chest. 

³My husband is going to love what you just did!² I blurted out
gleefully.

Rob looked at me kind of funny and then said ³Oh...that's going to get
you in trouble isn't it? I'm really sorry².

I was almost laughing when I had to calm myself down and try to keep
somewhat of a straight face while I told him something. It was
important for me to reassure him that what he did was OK. Sure, it left
a mark. A large and very noticeable bite mark and hickey that would be
more closely associated with wild, rabid animal sex than two people
just getting it on.

I kissed him again, like a good little girl, and explained to him a
little more about Steve. I told him that sometimes when my husband
sends me out to let someone fuck my pussy and make love to me he
requires that I get a hickey on one of my boobs. I went on to say that
Steve does that to keep me honest and to verify I did indeed have sex
with someone. The thought of not fucking someone my husband asked me
(or told me)  to never really crosses my mind. But I know it makes
Steve feel good when I can show him a hickey. Little bruises on my body
also please him and I knew he would be eager to see the fingertip
bruising already showing up on my rib cage and on my legs.

I reached and snagged a few squares off the toilet paper roll and
pressed them up between my legs. I dabbed the growing wet spot and
tossed the tissues into the plastic trash can next to the tub. 

I ran my fingers through my hair, straightened my shirt and told Rob
³I'm ready, let's go meet your friends².

He took my hand and down the stairs we went. The party was about to
start!