FUCK BUDDIES

Kim was a petite attractive woman. She had short blond 
hair, feathered in the back, brown eyes, and a 
contagious smile. We had worked together on several 
business trips before. This time we were sent to 
Seattle to assist some clients adapting to our ordering 
system. As usual, we had separate rooms but as there 
were several conventions in town our company had to 
book suites... no regular rooms were available. 

The suites were much more luxurious than the rooms we 
were accustomed to. The bedrooms were large. There was 
a sitting room with a table, desk and television. Just 
left of the entrance was a dressing room with wash 
basins and a large mirror. The bathroom, just beyond 
that, had an oversize shower/bath, and even had a 
bidet.

We had arrived early in the afternoon and had begun to 
get our paperwork together for our meeting the next 
afternoon. By 11:00 pm we had completed almost all of 
it, and we were getting tired. The television had been 
playing in the background the entire time. I continued 
assembling the last few documents while Kim played with 
the television remote. 

Bored, she scanned through the channels. She came to a 
soft-porn channel and paused, eyes glued to the set. A 
rather large-chested woman was straddling a balding 
man... bouncing enough to make her breasts jiggle, then 
slowing enough to grind her pelvis into the man's. Kim 
glanced over at me to see if I was looking, then 
blushed. Embarrassed, she quickly changed the channel.

Minutes later she got up and went to the washroom. I 
finished my paperwork a few minutes later and got up 
and went to say goodnight. I stood behind her as she 
washed her hands. She jumped when I told her I had 
finished... she hadn't seen me enter the dressing area. 
She straightened up and toweled her hands softly. She 
looked at me through the mirror, her big brown eyes and 
smile flashing softly and seductively. 

Gently she backed into me, rubbing the back of her 
skirt against me. 

I reached down and put my hands on her hips. Slowly I 
brought my hands up over her hips to her slender waist. 
She watched my hands move slowly up her blouse, under 
her jacket. I put my chin on her shoulder and rested my 
pelvis on her backside. As I reached the straps of her 
bra under her armpit, I whispered into her ear, "I want 
you..." 

She said nothing, but continued watching my hands. I 
could feel my erection against the curves of her 
buttocks. I'm sure she could too. She gently swayed her 
hips, brushing against my excited penis. 

I brought my hands around the front of her blouse, 
brushing over her breasts, to unbutton her top button. 
I slowly continued with the others, gently pulling her 
blouse out of the top of her skirt. With my hands back 
on her shoulders, I gently slid her blouse and jacket 
over her shoulders and down her arms. I laid them 
neatly on the counter. Through the mirror I could see 
the outline of her erect nipples through her bra. 

Beginning at her hips again, I brought my hands slowly 
up her smooth naked mid-section to her back and 
unhooked her bra. It dropped forward into the sink. 
With my hands on her sides I admired her breasts in the 
mirror. Gently I cupped my hands on the soft undersides 
of her breasts. I began massaging her breasts, slowly 
reaching my fingers to her nipples. She reached behind 
her and pulled my hips to rub against her buttocks. 

I left her breasts to remove my shirt. I wanted to feel 
the softness of her naked back against my chest. I 
reached around and began kneading her breasts again, 
pulling her towards me. As she rhythmically pulled my 
hips towards her, I watched her rub her pubic mound 
area against the edge of the counter.

I reached down and unsnapped the side of her skirt. I 
slowly lowered the zipper, letting the skirt fall the 
floor. Still in her high, black velvet pumps, she 
gently stepped out of her skirt and slid it to the side 
with her foot. She leaned back. I could see her wetness 
had darkened a small patch in her pantyhose. 

She reached down and began to slip her pantyhose and 
panties over her hips and down to her knees. She 
stepped out of her pumps, lowering so my erect penis, 
through my pants, was now against the small of her 
back. Without bending over she pulled her legs out of 
her hose, kicked them aside, and stepped back into her 
pumps.

I continued to fondle her breasts and nipples as I 
pressured my pelvis against her now naked buttocks. I 
gazed at her small blond pubic mound through the 
mirror, still rubbing up and down against the edge of 
the counter.

She gently turned to face me. For the first time I saw 
a full view of the front of her body that wasn't a 
reflection. She slowly pulled herself up and sat on the 
counter with her legs together at the side of my legs. 
She reached down and unbuckled my belt and pants. She 
smiled at me as she slid down my zipper. My pants 
dropped to the floor as she brushed the back of her 
hand against my erect penis through my shorts. 

I stepped out of my shoes and kicked them and my pants 
to the side as she pulled my shorts over my erection 
and let them drop to the floor. She fondled my scrotum 
with the tips of her fingers as I placed my hand on her 
soft hip. With the tip of her index finger, she began 
at the base, and gently massaged the underside of my 
penis moving slowly towards the head. As she reached 
the head, I gently thrust forward following her finger. 
She circled the rim of my head while she looked into my 
eyes.

I saw her tongue wet the corners of her mouth. She 
crossed her legs as she leaned over to repeat what she 
had just done. I reached over to caress her buttocks, 
fondling her crack with the tips of my fingers. As she 
moved her index finger up the sensitive underside of my 
penis a third time, I followed her finger with a gentle 
thrust as I had the previous times. This time I found 
myself entering her mouth.

The head of my penis disappeared into her warm mouth 
and her lips gently closed around my hard shaft. I felt 
her tongue gently circle my head, then I felt it slide 
out over her bottom lip, caressing the underside of my 
penis. She slowly took in more of my penis until her 
lips were half way down my shaft. She continued 
massaging the underside of my shaft with her tongue 
until she knew I was about to climax. She slowly 
withdrew my penis from her mouth and sat up.

She lowered herself off the counter and turned to face 
the mirror again. Arching her lower back, she pushed 
her buttocks outward and gently rubbed her crack 
against my erect penis. Slowly lowering her chest to 
the counter, she reached her right arm through her 
legs. 

She gently held my penis and guided it slowly to her 
vagina. She rubbed it firmly against the wet, swollen 
lips of her vulva. I watched my head gently separate 
her lips and penetrate her vagina. Having guided me 
successfully, she moved her hand to the edge of the 
sink. I watched her grasp tighten on the sink as I 
steadily penetrated until the full length of my penis 
was inside her. With my hands on the small of her back, 
I very slowly withdrew. 

I watched my shaft, glistening from the juices in her 
vagina, pull the lips of her vulva clinging to my penis 
as I pulled backwards. When I saw the rim of my head, I 
slowly thrust forward. I watched her face in the 
mirror. Her eyes closed and mouth partially open. I 
could see her breasts gently touch the counter with 
each thrust. 

I felt my orgasm arriving and with a final thrust I 
closed my eyes as I felt my semen spurt through my 
penis into her vagina. I opened my eyes during the last 
few pulses to see her large brown eyes watching mine as 
she smiled in the mirror. 

Holding my penis as deep and still as I possibly could, 
I watched her close her eyes. I felt a shiver, then her 
vagina began to contract around my penis. Her knees 
buckled as she relaxed on the counter. I gently 
withdrew my softening penis, and, leaning forward it 
dropped between her soft thighs. I gazed at her shapely 
legs, feet still in her high matte black pumps. She 
turned her head and whispered, "Let's take a shower 
before we go to bed." 

I was more than happy to oblige.

She turned on the water, then unwrapped the hotel soap. 
We both stepped under the warm spray. She worked up a 
lather and began to massage my chest. I took the soap 
and began to lather and caress her breasts. Her breasts 
felt so smooth soft under the lather. I rubbed and 
gently squeezed her now erect nipples. I let the spray 
rinse them off and lowered my head, slowly pulling one 
of her nipples into my mouth. With her hands and my 
penis soaped up, Kim had brought me to another 
erection. She pulled me gently off her breast. 

I straightened up and Kim moved to my side. She gently 
straddled my thigh, rubbing her pubic mound against my 
leg and lathered up both hands. She reached down on 
both sides. She began to masturbate my erection while 
she lathered and fondled my crack. Slowly she slid a 
lathered finger into my anus. She watched the pleasure 
on my face as she continued to masturbate my hard 
penis. When I was about to come, she pulled herself 
around front, lifted herself up and lowered herself, 
impaling her vagina with my shaft.

"Whenever you come tonight," she said, "I want you in 
my vagina." She leaned back against the was as I began 
to thrust deep into her, holding her buttocks with my 
hands. I came, my penis pulsing deep within her while I 
watched the water run off her soft, naked body. She 
slowly pulled herself off of me and turned around. 

I knelt down kissing her back on the way to her 
buttocks. Beginning at the small of her back, I slowly, 
gently drew my thumbs down her crack. Lingering near 
her thighs, I tenderly separated her cheeks and viewed 
her tight pink anus. I gently brought my tongue to 
touch then circle her anus. Pointing my tongue and 
tenderly spreading her cheeks I began to taste the 
pungent sweetness of her anus.

 Her hips gyrated around my face as she held the towel 
bar in the shower, my tongue working in and out of her 
tight anus. After several minutes I felt her knees 
begin to buckle. Her anus contracted several times 
around my tongue. I slowly stood up. Satisfied, we held 
each other as we enjoyed the warm water rinsing our 
bodies.

We stepped out of the shower and delicately toweled 
each other off. As we stepped into the bedroom I turned 
the heat up a bit to ease the chill on our naked 
bodies. Kim pulled the bedspread and blankets all the 
way back on the king-size bed, exposing the clean, 
bright white sheets and pillows. She crawled onto the 
bed and turned to lay on her back. 

I gazed at her body and began to have another erection. 
She smiled as she watched my throbbing penis slowly 
rise. She lifted one knee and lay caressing her breast. 
I crawled over her and positioned myself between her 
legs. I slowly lifted her other knee, giving me a view 
of her clean swelling vulva. 

I bent down and faintly kissed her navel. I caressed 
her belly and pubic mound with my lips until I lowered 
myself between her thighs. She placed both hands on the 
sides of my head as I wet my lips. Slowly I touched my 
wet lips against her vulva. I felt her hands tighten as 
I pushed my lips tighter against the lips of her vulva. 
She shivered as I separated her lips with my tongue. 

Beginning at the bottom, I plunged my tongue as deep as 
I could into her, licking up towards her growing 
clitoris. After plunging several times I felt her hips 
gyrating against my face. Finally her hands pulled my 
head tightly into her crotch almost cutting off my air. 
I plunged my tongue as deep as I could as I felt her 
orgasm reverberate in my face.

She relaxed completely, exciting me even more. She 
seemed almost in a state of sleep as I moved up to her 
face. Over the past hour I had grown accustomed to her 
sexual intensity. Now seeing her limp, with her legs 
spread and swollen vagina inviting penetration, my 
penis hardened with an almost painful stiffness. I 
licked my hand and quickly lubricated my throbbing 
penis. 

I slid my shaft all the way into her. Kim was breathing 
heavily but she was still completely relaxed as I began 
to thrust my hips, pushing my excited penis into her. I 
came very quickly. I could feel the small amount of my 
jism spurting through my penis into her vagina for the 
third time as I collapsed gently on top of her. I 
looked at Kim as she gently stroked my hair smiling at 
me. 

After several minutes I withdrew and cuddled next to 
her my limp cock rested gently on her soft warm thigh. 
We fell asleep holding one another.

A FRIENDLY FUCK

I first met Linda at a PTA meeting. I'm a teacher at a Montessori Middle School and she was a single mom with a bright little kid that all the teachers liked. I don't know why it happened, but I do remember that I was really shocked and excited by our first encounter.

We were talking about her child's grades, Sandy was 11 then and she was doing A+ work in school, so it was a pleasure to discuss her future with her mother. Then our talk was interrupted by another teacher who wanted to put her two cents in about her kid's abilities.

I was sitting across from Linda and the new teacher had perched in a chair beside her and was talking enthusiastically about her young Sandy. That's when I felt something under the table between my legs suddenly resting against my crotch.

I have to admit that I was startled; I had been listing to the other teacher with nothing particular on my mind when this happened and I jumped a little in surprise. Looking down below the edge of the table I could see toes wiggling against the material of my trousers, pressing against me.

I looked up and into Linda's eyes. Her hooded unfocused look made my heart beat faster, I could tell that her breathing was shallow and that she was excited. Then all of a sudden her eyes focused and became normal looking again and she pulled her foot away and just smiled at me like nothing had happened.

I couldn't believe that this pretty blonde with the peaches and cream complexion had done something like that to a complete stranger.

That's all that happened at our first meeting, she'd just massaged me into a hard-on and then she had stopped. A minute later another teacher came over and pulled her away to meet the principal and that was the end of it - except that Linda looked over her shoulder at me and smiled as she was led away. That was the last I saw of her that evening.

It wasn't the last that I thought of her though. After that one encounter Linda became part of my night time dreams. Being single and a teacher without a lot of tenure, I don't get all that much dating action. Linda's foot massage had affected me more than I wanted to admit; it wasn't everyday that a pretty woman did something like that to a guy in a public place.

Soon Linda became my exclusive masturbation nymph, I'd think about those cute little toes and those hooded eyes and I'd cum almost too fast. Intellectually I knew that she had just been teasing me and she probably hadn't given me another thought. But that didn't matter, all that did, was that she'd excited me more than any woman had ever done before.

So before the month was out, I made up an excuse to request a parent/teacher meeting about Linda's daughter Sandy. Outwardly it was a meeting about an opportunity for her daughter to attend classes for gifted students, but in reality it was for no other reason than to see Linda again. I needed to be near her again and I wanted to see if anything else might happen between us.

I finessed a meeting at their home. Linda had called to say that her daughter had a cold and that she didn't want to leave her child home alone. I quickly agreed to come to them rather than wait until a convenient time for her to make the trip to school. Actually, it couldn't have worked out better.

That evening she opened the door to my knock and smiled that smile at me. As I looked into her eyes my mind was numb, I remembered our last meeting and the sensations I'd experiences when she'd smiled before like that.

She invited me into the living room and offered me an Ice Tea, then she sat down beside me on the couch. I was told that Sandy was asleep and that we would have to discuss the school program between ourselves and that she would fill her daughter in on things later.

Looking into Linda's eyes was making me dizzy; I was having a hard time marshalling my thoughts. All I wanted to do was lean over and kiss her. At that moment I could care less about her daughter, I just wanted to take Linda on the rug at our feet and make her scream in ecstasy.

I was brought back to reality when Linda asked if I was okay. I must have looked startled because she reached out and touched my arm in a gesture of concern, but to me it was only one more provocation to declare my feelings for her.

As Linda looked into my eyes just then, I saw the same look that had been there when we were at the school meeting. I sat there unable to move as she leaned into me, placing her hand on my thigh. Then she was kissing me softly, fully on the lips. She held herself there, waiting for... something.

I reached out and grasped her upper arms and pulled her into my urgent kiss. I wanted her so much it almost hurt. As I smashed my lips against hers I moaned urgently, my need so overpowering that I could barely stand it.

I must have been in some kind of daze, because suddenly Linda was leading me into her bed room. As we passed down the hallway I looked through a slightly open door and saw her daughter sleeping peacefully in the bed room next to her mother's.

I was momentarily uncomfortable knowing that her daughter might wake up at any moment and see what we were doing, I even tried to say something about it, but Linda placed a slender finger to my lips and shushed me. She didn't seem to care and all I could think of at that moment was that I was about to get very, very lucky.

Linda sat on the bed and pulled me close to her. I stood looking down at her as her nimble fingers went to work on the zipper of my pants. I watched in mounting excitement as she opened the fly and tugged at my pants. It was hard for her to pull them down over my erection, the material kept hanging up on me. I finally had to help her and I pushed everything down in one motion, letting clothing fall down below my knees.

My throbbing erection popped out into the open and Linda's eyes widened and she immediately grabbed it and began stroking and pulling me closer to her. Soon I felt my hot flesh touching her cheek as she cradled me and began to slowly but firmly jack me off, while rubbing me against her face and lips.

With this kind of attention, I knew that I wasn't going to be able to take much more without making quite a mess of her pretty face. So before I lost complete control I pulled away from her and reached down to bring her to her feet.

I began to boldly kiss her, holding her close. We both fumbled with her buttons and it wasn't more than a moment or two before I felt the heat of her naked body against mine. Then I was pushing her down toward the mattress and climbing on top of her, all the while our mouths were locked together in a passionate kiss.

I gasped and pulled my mouth away as I slipped into her wet wonderful place all the way to the hilt. I'd never had anything like that happen before. There was no effort, no fumbling just a smooth sinking into a warm wet tight heaven.

Yes, I was in blissful heaven as Linda began to move her hips under me, building an exciting friction between us that quickly made my heart pound in my throat. Then I was the one doing the trusting, I hugged her perfect body to me and madly thrust - deeply in and out - grunting in perfect pleasure as I ploughed her with only one thing in mind now.

During that whole time I never even thought about Linda's daughter sleeping just on the other side of the wall, nor did I give a thought about whether or not we needed any birth control. The moment was the moment and we had totally surrendered ourselves to the wonderful natural sensations brought on by our perfect union.

I'd only had sex occasionally before, but never anything so perfect as this. Our bodies seemed to meet in all the right places and we moved as if we were one person. I don't know how I did it but I held out for the longest moment in my life, I glided in and out of her and she held me, we were perfect beings like nothing else on earth, until...

There was a moment when I knew that I had reached the point of no return. Looking back I'd like to imagine that I thought about pulling out of her before I came, but I know the thought never even cross my mind, and I'm sure it hadn't hers either.

Then it was too late, I was gasping for breath as I came in bucket loads, my body bucked uncontrollably on top of hers as I thrust deeply emptying myself totally into Linda's wonder pleasure center. She weakly held on to me as her orgasm flashed like lightning through her body and she groaned loudly and our bodies were on fire - and we were one.

And then there were the most blissful few moments when we both reached our inevitable peak and began to freefall downward. We breathed through each other's mouths gasping for breath, hugging each other for dear life. Finally, totally spent, I slumped in exhaustion, my dead weight pushing her body into the mattress.

I lay atop Linda for the longest time. We were still connected as lovers are: the only noise was our harsh breathing as we tried to regain our senses. I remember thinking at that moment how wonderful this had been, how wonderful Linda had been, I raised up on my elbows and said, "God Linda, I love you."

She didn't say anything then, she just rolled me over on my back and began to fuck me all over again. 

FIFTY DOLLARS FUCK

Sitting across from me, Paul commented about his 
willingness to pay one of the cheerleaders we'd seen 
interviewed on ESPN, if she'd show him her pussy.

"I'd just like to see it... you know?"

He said they were all cute and looked sexy and all, but 
he always wondered if their pussies were shaved. He 
then went on explaining the differences in the 
appearance and functionality of women's pussies. 

Finally my wife Kim interrupted him by asking how much 
he'd pay to she one of the cheerleaders expose their 
pussy. 

He said $20, but Kim said it was worth $50. "You can 
get laid for $50 most places," Kim suggested, "but the 
cheerleaders aren't whores, and $50 was pretty good 
cash just to flash their pussy even for a good girl."

Then my wife smiled and said in a sweet innocent voice, 
"So how much would you pay to see mine?"

I didn't say anything, I just sat there, stunned and 
amused by the course the talk had taken. I like to tell 
Kim what a pretty pussy she has because I really do 
think she has a great looking pussy. Her slit is rather 
petite, and her outer lips are chubby and kept smooth-
shaven, and I keep the dark blond triangle of curls 
that frame it trimmed short. Her peaches and cream 
complextion just adds to the effect of a perfect pussy.

Everything was sort of time delayed for me. Everything 
I heard took quite a few seconds to actually achieve 
meaning for me, so by the time my brain truly 
understood she was talking about showing him her pussy, 
my Paul was telling my wife she was hot but not a 
cheerleader, so he wasn't sure he'd pay $50 to see her 
pussy.

"I can't exactly brag about having seen your pussy down 
at the bar to a bunch of guys who don't know who you 
are," he said, looking at me. I just looked back at 
him. 

I remember feeling like I wasn't really there, like I 
was watching a movie. Suddenly, Kim stood up, 
unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them down her legs. She 
kicked them off, sending them flying at the couch where 
Paul sat and stood there in her sweater and panties 
with her legs spread a comfortable distance apart. The 
panties were small and all white and fit her very 
snugly there. From the top, stray curls of blonde pussy 
hair peeked out, and the thin fabric revealed not only 
the rise of her mound, but also hinted at the pursed 
lips of her chubby pussy! Kim hooked her fingers in the 
elastic of her panties and pulled them up even tighter 
against her sex, teasing him.

"You sure you wouldn't give me $50 to take these off?"

"You're kidding, right?" Paul asked, again looking at 
me, but I didn't even look at him. I was staring at my 
wife's crotch, trying to figure out why she was 
standing there, in front of my friend in her panties, 
and why I wasn't stopping her.

"There's only one way to find out," Kim said.

Paul and I had been sitting around, watching basketball 
and drinking too much. My wife, Kim, occasionally 
wandered in and stayed for a while. Not so much to 
watch the game, but to see how drunk I was getting. 
She'd been getting on me about my drinking and warned 
me not to get trashed, but I was pretty gone. I don't 
even remember who was playing, or which of the two 
teams I was cheering-I just remember taking shots every 
time they fouled, every time they missed a shot, and 
two for missing a three-pointer. Paul wasn't half as 
shot as I was and had more than one reason to enjoy my 
state!

Paul pulled out his wallet and laid two twenties and 
two fives on the coffee table, while smirking at Kim. I 
tell Kim all the time what a sexy pussy she has. Paul's 
right -- not all pussies are cute pussies. Kim and I 
had gone so far as to show off her pussy at the mall 
doing the cliche 'wear no panties at the shoe store' 
thing. We always had great sex for days after letting 
some other guys get a peek at her preened pussy.

"Well," Kim said to me, "let's see if Paul thinks my 
pussy is as cute as you do."

Kim walked up to Paul and stood right in front of him. 
He sat up on the couch, which brought him face to 
crotch with my wife.

"Go ahead, take them off... you paid for it," Kim said 
in a husky voice. 

Stunned, I watched Paul hook his fingers in the sides 
of my wife's panties and slowly slide them down her 
bare thighs until they fell to her feet and her blonde 
framed pussy was naked and in his face.

"You have two minutes, Paul, do you want me to pose for 
you?"

Paul just nodded without indicating what he wanted her 
to do, so my wife posed herself for him like a wanton 
slut. She sat down in front of him and spreads her legs 
as far apart as she could. Then she closed them and 
brought her knees up to her chest. Finally, for his 
last thirty seconds or so, she turned around and got on 
her hands and knees and waved her naked pussy at him 
like she wanted a fucking.

When the time was up, Kim simply faced him again and 
sat on her butt with her legs still open so Paul could 
still see her pussy. She then said something that was 
enough to tear through my alcohol induced fog.

"So," Kim asked him, while she ran one of her fingers 
over the sensitive divide between her chubby cunt lips 
that had started to become a little swollen, "Are you 
sure all you want to do is look at it? Add another 
fifty and I'll let you fuck me right here."

Paul looked at me with his mouth hanging open.

"Don't worry about him," Kim told him. "He's been dying 
to have someone else fuck me. Add another twenty and 
you can take me to our bedroom and fuck me in private." 
Kim then added as she slipped one of her own fingers 
inside herself right in front of Paul.

While Paul wrote out a check, my wife pulled off her 
sweater and dropped her bra, exposing her breasts for 
him. Giggling and waving good-bye to me, my wife led 
Paul back to our bedroom and closed the door behind 
them.

The blood in my veins started to boil, but it wasn't 
jealousy. Kim was right, I'd been fantasizing about her 
fucking other men for ages I just didn't know she knew 
how much. Even as I thought about that, I thought about 
her taking off Paul's clothes. I saw her in my mind, 
freeing his erection and cooing over it as she laid 
back on our bed, spreading her legs to expose her cunt 
for another man to mount.

By the time I made it to the bedroom door, my wife's 
giggles had become sighs -- the sounds she makes when 
her pussy is first entered. When her vocalizations 
changed to more of a grunt, I knew he was thrusting 
harder inside her. Then came the keening cry from her 
that told me she'd orgasmed on his cock. Making her cum 
excited Paul more and he started fucking her harder, 
grunting and moaning. I could clearly hear him telling 
her how good her pussy felt and how long he'd wanted to 
fuck her.

When he came, I had no idea whether he'd cum inside her 
or pulled out and shot his load on her body, but I knew 
they'd be coming out soon, so I made my way back to the 
couch. For some reason, I wanted to act like it hadn't 
affected me, like I wasn't even concerned that my wife 
had just sold her pussy for $70. Paul came out dressed, 
except for his socks and shoes, but my wife came out 
still naked and stayed that way. I had gotten quite 
hard, and Kim noted it with satisfaction, enjoying my 
shocked stare at her open, swollen pussy. I later found 
out she decided to remain nude because she wanted me to 
see the traces of my friend's sperm still in leaking 
out of her pussy.

I asked her why she charged him money to fuck her and 
she said she might as well get paid for it. I asked her 
if it didn't make her feel like a whore and she asked 
me when the last time a player in the NFL or NBA played 
for free. Enjoying what you do doesn't mean you have to 
do it for free she reminded me.

After that, Paul would come over at least once a month 
to fuck my wife.

She meets him at the door in a sexy nightie -- or naked 
-- and sits him on the couch. She teases him -- and me 
-- for a while first by wandering around us with her 
tits and ass visible. As an appetizer, and because I 
like to watch as she undresses him and sucks his cock 
right there in the living room. When he cums, Kim 
strives to swallow every drop because Paul is the only 
other guy who gets to cum in her mouth. 

The four other guys Paul has introduced to Kim have to 
wear a condom when they fuck her, but she still loves 
it.

Kim wouldn't mind me watching in the bedroom but some 
of the guys do, so we set up two hidden cameras to 
record everything! We watch and edit the tapes together 
and plan on selling them to the amateur industry!