Getting His Trophy Wife - sex story

Getting His Trophy Wife

This little incident started at a party where there were a lot of good
people. And then there was the host and hostess: Brad, the
quintessential jerk and his wife, the trophy wife, who was really okay
- when she wasn't being the complete screaming bitch.

I used to work for Brad's firm and had the good sense to leave it
before either I killed him or I got fired. He, to this day, thinks I
like him and I, for my own reasons, never corrected that false

Brad was throwing this shindig and it was his way of trying to show
everyone how important and wealthy he was. It was for his associates
(employees) and friends, real and imagined - probably mostly imagined,
and was in the ballroom of a hotel. To a large extent, I think most of
the people here were here to party with each other, have a good time,
and have as little to do with Brad as they could get away with and not
be obvious about avoiding him. That was certainly my case anyway. Not
surprisingly, he and Keri (the trophy wife) showed up late: I assumed
they were supposed to be making an entrance of some kind.

I only knew Keri well enough to know that I would love to get her in
the sack and sure as hell wouldn't ever want to live with her; you
see, she had a bit of a temper. I had seen her screaming-bitch act on
more than one occasion; fortunately, I wasn't the object of her
tirade on any of those occasions. Between Brad's money and contacts, if
he felt she had been wronged, he could make someone's life miserable -
something Keri traded on heavily when she wasn't getting her way.

In they came, Keri acting every bit the part, smiling and walking with
one foot in front of the other like a model. I don't think she had a
brain in her head, but she had, in her own way, done well by marrying
Brad. She had on a little, and I do mean little, black dress cut way
too low to ever permit a bra - that V in the front went down to just
below her belly button. Yes her little navel was pierced, and no, that
large diamond in it wasn't paste. She was short and wasn't overly
endowed, but that worked out well with this dress. She had a nice ass
too, and the dress ended just below it. Now and then there was just a
hint of stocking tops below the hem of her dress. Yea, it was that
short. At least I hoped it was a stocking top that was showing and not
part of pantyhose. I had to wonder what she was going to do if she ever
had to sit (Shoot a serious beaver?) or bend over (You would be able to
tell if she had panties on from the top.). Brad was known to like her
dressed in outfits like that - so everyone would know what a sexy
little woman he had for a wife. Note that that sounds a little
possessive, which is about the way Brad looked upon his wife - as if he
owned her; she was his possession. After watching her for a minute or
so, I decided that she was putting on a front and that she wasn't at
all happy.

Something like ten minutes after they had made their entrance, I was
over at the bar getting a refill when she came over for a drink. "Hi
Keri," I said politely. "You're looking good tonight."

"Hi," she said curtly, and then motioned to the bartender. "Scotch,"
she said as he got to her.

"Any particular brand?" he asked.

"Expensive! Uh, a single malt - Glenlivet, and no ice!"

Oh, I guess she was in just about as good a mood as I had suspected.
"How're you tonight?" I inquired casually, and not expecting much of a
pleasant response.

"Pissed. I really don't want to be here," she said curtly without
really looking at me.

Well, she didn't bite my head off. That was a good start. "Really?
Why not? I thought you liked parties, and this is starting off okay."

"My husband's a louse," she said downing her drink. Setting the glass
down hard, she motioned the bartender for another.

I though of asking her if she just now figured that out, but thought
better of it. "Oh, how's that?" I asked feigning real interest. If she
were to list all the things that made him a louse, I could be here all
night - and that's just the things I knew about.

"He just is," she said, finally turning and looking at me.

Ah, the short list. "Pretty general description. You looked happy
enough when you came in with him." I lied. I had already decided that
she hadn't looked the least bit happy.

"I guess I act well. I have to. He's the one with the money, not me."

Ah, money! I knew she was with him for a reason. I wasn't going to
tell her to keep her day job, whatever that was, because she couldn't
act to save her life. "Well, he doesn't seem to be short of money. So,
what's money got to do with being a louse?"

"It's not the money. I think," she said after a minute and downed the
next drink before continuing, "he's got himself a little honey on the
side; probably some little slut who works for him."

"He has you and needs someone else?"

"Maybe. Looks like it," she said holding up the empty shot glass and
turning it with her fingers. "Well, I think so anyway."

Interesting. She was really pissed at him for having a little honey on
the side, but really wasn't sure that he had one in the first place.
"So, what do you plan on doing? Dumping his ass? Getting the big D?"

"I'm not a blonde in case you hadn't noticed! There's more to
life and marriage than just sex. I happen to enjoy spending his money.
Maybe I'll just have a little someone else myself. Either that or
take up spending his money as a hobby. His little honey could really
cost him!"

The bartender came by and, without a word or gesture from her, poured
another drink for her.

"I'm available if you're looking for a fling!" I quickly volunteered,
not thinking for one second that she was either serious or would take
me up on it. "I think I could take your mind off him for a while."
She may not be blond, but that's an attitude, not a hair color; she
was certainly acting blond. Any woman that looked as good as she did
could pick up some other rich bastard any day of the week. Okay, she
would have to change her attitude a bit and loose that screaming-bitch
entry on her resume, but otherwise, trading up would be easy enough.

She looked me over rather seductively, and said, "I'll think about it."
For the first time tonight she sounded happy instead of pissed off. She
gave me a wink, slammed down another drink, and was off to mingle with
the guests.

If she kept drinking like that, she was going to be blitzed in no time.
Fucking her would be fun, assuming she was serious in the first place.
She was great looking and married to one real jerk. You might call it a
revenge fuck - I'd just love to fuck Brad's wife, no matter who she
was. Hell, I wouldn't mind knocking Keri up just for the fun of it.
Brad would just love that! Somehow pregnant and trophy wife just don't
seem to go together. How about a trophy wife with stretch marks Brad?
Yea, that'd be the ticket! However, I really don't want to be a daddy
and I would sure hate to be the kid who ended up with Keri as a mother.
But, putting a little hot sperm into her and seeing that tight little
belly swell would be something! I got her out of my mind and went off
to visit a few friends. They were after all, why I had come here in the
first place.

There was a dance floor and the DJ was playing a lot of Techno, so most
of the dancers were crowded together and having a great time. I was out
there quite a bit, either just mingling or dancing with a few female
friends. As the hour got late, the liquor had an influence, and the
dancers got a little nastier, we were all having a great time. There
was some seriously dirty dancing going on out there and I was right in
the middle of it. There were at least two women I had been dancing with
who were here alone; with whom I was actually thinking I might have a
chance of doing something with other than dancing tonight - at least
they were giving me every indication that they were having the same
delicious carnal thoughts I was having. It wasn't late, but I wanted
to make my move early; I was thinking it was about time to hit on one
of them when little Keri bumped into me, more like crashed into me, on
the dance floor, not looking exactly sober. Not saying a word, she
quickly stuffed something soft and dark into my pants pocket and kept
on dancing right in front of me. Intrigued, I reached into my pocked
and felt a little flimsy nylon and elastic; I didn't have to take it
out and look at it, I knew what it was. Apparently she had thought my
proposal over and this was her way of taking me up on it. I liked it!
It seems she had just stuffed her skimpy little panties into my pocket.
Which meant of course, that there was absolutely nothing on under that
little black dress except - her?

"Somewhere here?" I asked as quietly as I could.

She just nodded and kept dancing very close to me and brushing up
against me frequently.

Maybe she got a room for the night - unbeknownst to her loving husband.
I gave her the "follow me" sign with one finger and slowly left the
dance floor. At a discreet distance, I noticed she was following me.
Good. I didn't want to attract any attention. I wanted to nail her
and good, but didn't want any rumors, an audience, or a jealous (and
possibly unfaithful) husband finding us. I worked my way over to the
bar. We could decide what to do there and no one would think anything
of me talking to her there. The fact that there was actually a
conspiracy going on was beside the point.

"Got any condoms on you?" she quietly asked, her speech slightly
slurred. She might have been drunk, but she had enough wits about her
to keep it very quiet.

"Nope, but I can get one." At least I hoped I could.

"Get two. I'm really hot - and pissed."

"Okay, and meet you where?"

"Top floor of this flop house."

Well, flop house it wasn't, but anyway, "What's up there?" I
asked. I wondered if she had procured a room for this little tryst. She
certainly seemed to be planning ahead.

"The maids' closet and me. Don't worry, it's a big one."

"Okay, give me five minutes."

"Right," she said and downed yet another drink.

I was hoping she could see well enough to find the maid's closet! She
was really getting sloshed. Her husband was probably going to be pissed
that his little trophy wife was this drunk the next time he ran into
her. He liked to keep up appearances, and a trashed wife was really
going to ruin his evening if he saw her.

This was a reasonably classy hotel, so there weren't going to be
condom machines in the men's room. Then it occurred to me that they
had vending machines by the gift shop. With a little luck, okay maybe a
lot of luck, they would have them in there. Well, I found the vending
machines, but they were a little too G-rated for that. One last
possibility - I approached the concierge. "Any idea where I might
purchase a few condoms at this hour?"

"One moment sir," he said and vanished into one of the hotel
offices. Ya gotta love a good concierge; they can get you just about
anything at any hour of the day or night.

I slipped a ten dollar bill out of my wallet and into my pocket in case
he actually came back with something of interest. A moment later he
returned with something in his white gloved hand and discretely handed
them to me. It was almost as if he had anticipated this sort of thing.

"Have a good evening sir," he said.

"Thanks," I said, "I just might." With that I slipped him the
ten and headed for the elevator. I assumed the "maid's closet"
wasn't going to be that hard to find. But, I had to wonder; don't
they usually lock that room? I was curious to know why she wanted the
condoms. If she was pissed at her husband, she probably wouldn't be
putting out for him tonight, so someone else's cum in her wouldn't
be noticed. But if she wasn't protected, as in on the pill in one
form or another, that might be another matter. Not being terribly fond
of her and having no use for him, I decided it was time for a nefarious
event since more than likely she simply wasn't protected. I checked
what the concierge had given me and found that is was six condoms: two
ribbed with a reservoir tip, two plain, and two plain but with a
reservoir tip. The ribs were supposed to be for the woman's pleasure
- something I wasn't all that interested in tonight; ordinarily yes,
but not with Keri. As for the reservoir tips, well, I had no use for
that margin of safety. I opened one of the plain non-reservoir tipped
ones, and taking my pen knife, put a little slit in it about an inch
from the tip. I made it a small vertical slit so it wouldn't tear any
more with all the in and out activity I was anticipating. Most of my
genetic material would stay in the condom, but a small amount would
escape into her - maybe just enough. If I put it on with that little
slit on the underside of my cock, she wouldn't see it.

The elevator finally deposited me some twenty floors up in the air.
Now, where was this closet? A quick trip down the hall one way looked
less than promising. Down the hall in the other direction and I ran
into that little closet fairly close to the elevator - it figures. The
door certainly had a keyed handle but I tried it and found it unlocked
- with Keri inside. "Don't they normally lock this room?" I

"Yea, but I leaned over kinda far, slipped the concierge fifty, and
magic happened. You got condoms right?"

I'll bet he would have done it for a lot less, I thought. One look
down the front of her dress - with a view clear to her panty-free pussy
- and he probably would have done it for free. "Yea, I got them; you
afraid your husband will find traces of someone else leaking out of

"Not really. That bastard's not getting any from me tonight. I'm
not protected and it's my fertile time of the month. He got snipped
so it's not a problem with him. Showing up preggers might present a
few little teensy problems," she said patting her tummy. "Anyway, I
haven't got all night and I'm hot, so let's get with it!" She
slipped the straps of her little black dress off her shoulders and let
it slide silently to the floor.

Wow! She was good looking - and there wasn't a hair to be found on
her from the neck down. No pantyhose, those were thigh-high stocking
tops I had seen glimpses of earlier. She was gorgeous. Firm nice tits
with deliciously long hard nipples, tight little areolas, a nice firm
flat little tummy, and if I wasn't mistaken, that was a large clit
peaking out between her swollen hairless pussy lips. Christ, I thought
I had died and gone to heaven. I slipped out of my clothes as fast as I

Meanwhile, Keri had taken a number of bath towels from the shelf and
arranged them on the floor in a form of a narrow bed. While doing that
she had been bending over, giving me a wonderful view of her very naked
little ass. She laid down on them and spread her inviting legs wide.
"How do you feel about eating a girl?" she asked. "My clit really
need a nice hard tongue on it." She ran a hand between her legs and
over her clit, making it stand out even more. "Don't you feel like
licking this?" she asked, toying with her wet swollen clit.

I didn't say anything, just got down between those sexy legs and got
to work. Her clit was just a large as I thought it was - one I could
really have a good time with, and much larger than any other woman I
had ever eaten. I started pleasing her and teasing her. She was really
hot and was going to get off quickly, but I made her wait, wait until
she was begging to get off. I would get her close and then slow down
and lick and caress other parts of her pussy or suck on her swollen
inner lips until she calmed down a little.

"Oh fuck," she finally moaned, "make me cum okay? I really wanna
come on your face. I really like this, but I can't take this any
longer. I wanna cum. I wanna cum so bad. I wanna cum all over your
face. Just get me off and then put your nice hard cock inside me

I wanted to be inside her too, so I finally went for her clit and kept
my tongue there, working on that gorgeous large swollen clit. I was
really having fun with that big clit. It wasn't long before she got
off, quietly thank God, but nonetheless got off, and it appeared to be
a long good cum. I was just grateful that she kept it down and didn't
wake the entire floor with her screaming. As drunk as she was, I could
see her doing that too. I lapped up the tasty sex juices now leaking
out of her. She really tasted fresh and clean. Old Brad hadn't had
her any time lately.

"Oh damn you do that well," she finally said catching her breath.
"My darling husband thinks a few licks in the general vicinity of my
pussy ought to do it."

So I guess that means Brad wasn't that hot in bed. I got the condom
package out and pretended that I had just opened it. Being careful to
get the little slit on the underside of the head of my cock, I sipped
it on and unrolled it down the length of my shaft. Now I moved over her
and guided it to her wet entrance. As I shoved and it slid into her, I
realized that not only was she really wet, but she was tighter than any
woman I had ever been inside! She was really tight. I was going to get
off in no time if I wasn't careful. I slowly slid my hard cock all
the way into her incredibly tight little love tunnel. I pulled on her
hips and sank it into her until I could just feel the tip touch her
cervix. "Wow you're tight," I whispered.

"Thanks! Exercise baby, exercise. My husband likes me nice and

I think it had more to do with genetics that exercise, but she sure was
tight and I was pretty sure she worked out quite a bit. Brad has a
piece like this around with her hot sexy body and as tight as she was
and he's fooling around getting a little strange stuff? Well, to each
his own! He was an asshole and there had been hints over the years that
he thought he was a bit of a stud, so I guess it fits. Well, I was
going to enjoy his tight little wife. I started moving in and out of
her, going all the way in till our pubic bones touched, and then
sliding slowly out until just the head was still inside her hot cunt. I
looked down at her flat little tummy as I slid back into her again deep
enough that I nearly touched her cervix and wondered what that tummy
would be like all swollen up with a baby inside. I wondered what it
would be like to fuck her all swollen up like that too.

"Faster, harder!" she hissed. "I want you to really fuck me, not
play with me. I want to feel you cum inside me; that's what really
gets me off."

I started going faster, and as I did, her little ass came off the
towels, her sexy stockinged legs wrapped around me, and she met me
stroke for stroke. She was really good at this fucking business. She
sure as hell didn't just lay there and expect the guy to do all the
work. She was so rowdy and randy that I slipped out a couple of times
until I got used to just how far to come out. It wasn't long before I
was ready to cum - with that tight little cunt squeezing my cock and
her going at me the way she was, there was just no holding off. Finally
I got to the point of no return and felt my cum start deep inside and
rush up my cock and explode inside her. Thick spurt after spurt of it
shot out of the end of my cock and filled that "defective" condom.
It went on and on - I knew I had to be leaking some cum into her hot
little pussy. I was putting too much cum into her little pussy to not
have some leak out. She was really taking my squirting cock into her
just as far as she could get it too. I just hoped there wouldn't be
enough of my cum in her that it would start leaking out enough that she
would notice. Now, maybe some of those little swimmers would find a
place to do the most good - or damage, depending on your point of view.

Just as she said, she got off again with me cumming hard and fast
inside her. She wasn't quite a quiet this time and anyone passing by
the closet would have no doubt that someone was getting laid in here.
She got even tighter when she got off. That little pussy of hers really
took hold of my throbbing cock and it felt like she was milking the cum
out of me. Her cum lasted every bit as long as mine did, and then some.

"I'm sure glad you have a condom on," she finally breathed. "I
could really feel you squirting inside me. It was so hot! I love it
when I feel a guy squirting his cum inside me. It really gets me

I got the impression that she fooled around on her husband and that was
okay with her; it was a problem for her if hubby fooled around. I
suspected that I wasn't the only one who had dumped a load of cum in
her lately.

She lifted her head up as I slid out of her tight little pussy and
watched me remove the condom. "Looked like a lot of cum," she said
softly and lay her head back on the towels. Apparently she didn't
notice a little drip of cum slide off the tip before I could get it
into the trash bag hanging on the maid's cart. It looked like it had
leaked in her alright. "Christ I drank too much," she moaned.

No fuckin' shit lady. She was flat blitzed. I hoped she was going to
be able to stagger back into the party on her own. I was going to try
to fuck her again, and maybe even try to get her in the ass, but
decided we had been away from the party long enough. When we got
dressed, she couldn't find her panties right away and quickly gave up
looking for them. She was so drunk she didn't remember giving them to
me. I just kept them in my pocket as a souvenir of this memorable
evening - the evening I fucked Brad's wife and maybe knocked her up.
Keri was just drunk enough that I wasn't sure if she would remember who
she had fucked tonight, if she even remembered getting fucked. We took
separate elevators back down to the ballroom floor to avoid being seen
together. If we didn't go back together it would certainly be better
for all concerned.

When my elevator reached the main floor, I stepped out and Keri was
nowhere to be seen; good. I wanted it this way. I moseyed back into the
ballroom and wandered over to the bar. When the bartender asked me what
I wanted, I said just ice water. I had consumed enough booze for one
night; besides, I had to drive home.

When the water arrived, I took a long drink and looked around. Maybe
those two women I was thinking about hitting on tonight were still
here. It was late, but not that late. This party was good for a couple
of hours yet. It was just then that I noticed Keri sitting in a
darkened corner of the bar area. She wasn't looking too lively. I
thought I would just leave that little problem up to Brad. I was sure
he was just going to love it!

Not five minutes later, Brad came up to me at the bar. "Thank God
someone here's sober," he said. "Do me a favor would you?"

"What's that?"

"Find my driver out front and see if the two of you can get Keri into
the limo and have him take her home? She's completely wasted."

"See what I can do," I said, and took another drink of my water. I
thought about adding that not only was she wasted, she was completely
fucked too, but didn't want him to know who did the deed if she
started to swell in a few months. I didn't bother to ask him why he
couldn't do that himself. The answer would have been pure bullshit
anyway. In doing it for him, I might get to cop a feel with even a
little luck. I thought it was surprising that he wasn't, or didn't
appear to be, the least bit upset over her being that drunk. I went off
to find his driver, James. Everyone knew him as Jim, but not to old
Brad. I was almost surprised that he hadn't insisted on calling him
Jeeves or some other Hollywood name for a chauffeur. Brad was a piece
of work.

I found Jim out in the lobby, apparently hitting on one of the desk
clerks: she was rather cute. I explained the problem and he said he
would bring the car around to the front door. But, he wasn't going to
help carry her out if she couldn't walk.

Yea, I wasn't either. I agreed that if I couldn't get her to walk
out, it was going to be Brad's problem. I want back in to see if Keri
was able to walk out of there.

Keri was pretty trashed alright, but willing to get up and go out to
the limo. I was a bit surprised that she didn't offer some resistance
to the idea of being sent home. Apparently she had had enough of this
party and wanted out of here. Come to think of it, she hadn't wanted
to be here in the first place. Maybe that explained her willingness to
leave. With very little help, she managed to make it out to the car.

Jim had the car by the curb with the motor running when I got Keri out
of the front door. Jim opened the back door for her.

Keri stopped before getting in and asked, "Are you coming too? Say
Jim," she said turning to Jim, "how about the three of us have a
little party when we get home?"

"Okay with me," he said. Then he looked over at me, "you okay
with this?"

"A threesome?" Somehow I just assumed she meant more sex and not
just sitting around drinking.

"Sure!" Keri piped up. "I'd love that!"

"Okay," I said and got in next to Keri.

"You ever done this with her before?" I asked Jim as the car pulled
away from the curb.

"Nope, but I have always wanted to!"

"You'll love it," she giggled.

Jim had us to Brad's rather extravagant and pretentious house in
perhaps record time. Apparently he was horny and had a thing for
getting a little of Keri too. Hell, half of Brad's employees would
probably like to nail Keri - they either had been screamed at by her or
hated Brad enough to want to fuck his wife for revenge. It looked like
someone else was going to have a little of Brad's prize trophy wife
tonight besides me.

Arriving at the house, Jim pulled the car around to side and into the
garage. The three of us got out and went into the living room of the

Once in her house, Keri hadn't forgotten why we were there.
"Upstairs," she said, leading the way. "The party and the bedroom
are this way." She was slurring it a bit, but was definitely well
aware of what she was doing.

"She do this often?" I whispered to Jim.

"Get smashed; yea. Frequently; I think she's really a drunk. But
invite me to her bedroom, let alone with another guy? No. This is a
first for me."

Part way to the bedroom, she slipped out of that little black dress,
and wearing nothing but her thigh-high stockings and heels, and walked
into the bedroom. "So, I'm ready," she said. "How about you

It didn't take us long to doff our clothes. Yup, guys compare, and
Jim was about the same size as me. "What did you have in mind?" I
asked Keri as she came over to us and took one cock in each hand and
began to stroke us to full hardness - not that we weren't pretty hard
already looking at her hot naked little body.

"Ya know, I want a little of that double penetration stuff that's
in a lot of Brad's movies."

So, old Brad has a collection of porn movies does he? A little family
secret out of the bag. "One in the ass and one in the pussy?" I
asked, just to be sure that she didn't mean blowing one guy while
getting fuck in the pussy by the other.

"Yea, that's it. Standing up."

Oh good, gymnastic sex. Now that was going to make it a little more
interesting. Neither one of us was going to get very far inside her
doing it that way, but while I had seen it done in porn movies, I
wondered how it worked out in real life. I was about to find out.
"Who do you want where?" I asked.

"Let's see; how about you in my asshole, and Jim in my pussy. Yea,
that's how I want it. I want to taste these first though," she said
dropping to her knees.

First she took Jim in her mouth and started blowing him while she
continued to stroke my cock with her soft little hand. She was doing
remarkably well for someone as drunk as she was. After a few minutes of
partaking of Jim's equipment, she turned her oral attentions to my
hard cock. Now she was blowing me and stroking Jim. She didn't give
that good a blowjob, truth be known. I looked up at Jim and he just
shook his head. Yup, it hadn't been any better for him either. Some
women know what to do, some don't do it very well, and Keri didn't
have a clue. Oh well, from now on if I ever told Brad to kiss my dick,
he would have already done it by proxy the next time he kissed Keri.
There was something to be gained from this mediocre blowjob.

"Okay," she said after a few minutes of what was my worst blowjob
ever, "Let's get to fucking Keri!" She stood up. "Oh, condoms,
condoms," she said a little alarmed. "Do you have any?" she
asked, turning to me.

"Yea," I said and pulled the remaining five out of my pocket and
handed her a plain one with a reservoir end. After all, I didn't want
the possibility of any of Jim's cum leaking out and having any of his
little swimmers getting to her egg before mine got there. But, by now,
they had either gotten enough of a head start, or they were never going
to get there anyway. It was well over an hour since I had given her my
little donation.

Jim gave me a funny look. "I was hoping to get lucky tonight," I
said. Let's face it, most guys don't carry an assortment of condoms
around with them, and most chicks are on the pill.

"Looks like you're about to."

"Jim has to have one," she said taking it and handing it to Jim.
"You'll be in my little pooper so you won't have to have one -
unless you want one."

Fortunately, she gave no hint of what had transpired earlier. "I'll

Jim took the condom, tore open the package, and rolled it down his hard

"Okay Jimbo," she said putting her arms around his neck, "put
your hands on my bottom to hold me up and put that thing in me." She
then lifted first one leg and then the other as Jim put his hands on
her "bottom," and was able to easily slip at least part of his hard
cock into her tight wet pussy.

"Oh yea that's tight," he groaned. She tilted her pelvis toward
him, letting really go nice and deep into her. She could do that until
I was ready to slip into her rear. From the look on his face, he was
surprised to find her that tight.

"Now you," she said turning her head to me, "Oh, yea, you need
some lube. Over in the nightstand there's some Astroglide. It's
really slick stuff," she mumbled. "You'll need it to fuck me up
the ass."

Yup, she was still very trashed. I went over to the nightstand she
pointed to and sure enough, in the top drawer, along with two dildos
and a vibrator, was a small plastic bottle of Astroglide; more family
secrets out of the bag.

I put a few drops of the Astroglide on my hard cock as I returned to
the two of them, now going at it, and smeared it all over my cockhead.
Taking cock in hand, I moved in behind her. They stopped and she
straightened up some while I probed her tight little asshole and slowly
shoved the head of my cock into her. The movies make this look a lot
easier than it actually is. I let it sit there for a few seconds while
she got used to it being there and then slid as much as I could into
her, which was probably less that half of what I could have given her
in almost any other position. Jim started slowly moving in and out of
her tight little pussy again as I shoved into her and pulled out until
just the head was being held by her tight little sphincter. Yea, I
always knew she was a tight ass. After a few strokes, I shoved it into
her as far as I could and held still. It was amazing; I could feel
Jim's hard cock going in and out of her through the thin membranes
that separated our cocks. After a few seconds of that new and exciting
feeling, I began moving in and out of her tight little asshole again.

Keri started moaning and groaning. She was thoroughly enjoying this:
being held up in the air and sandwiched between two guys. I had to
wonder if she did this often. I was sure it wasn't her first time.
Keri tried to make it sound like it was her first time earlier, but I
had my doubts. Her moaning and groaning was slowly getting louder and
it seemed that her first orgasm with two guys in her bottom was rapidly

I wasn't ready yet, and as far as I could tell, Jim wasn't quite
there either. We just kept pumping away at her, enjoying the sight,
feeling, and sound of it all. This was pretty hot.

In no time, Keri started to cum. "OH...YEA..." she moaned. "YES!
YES!" and there followed something of a shriek as she climaxed on the
two stiff cocks inside her. She bucked and thrashed, paying little
attention to the two guys trying desperately to keep their cock buried
inside her climaxing body. From the sound and feeling, she really got
off! It lasted quite a while. When it was over, she didn't stop us.
To the contrary, she kept bouncing up and down, quickly building to
another one. This chick really liked sex!

By now I was getting ready to cum. It wasn't going to be long before
I shot my load of cum into her tight little asshole. I had my hands on
her tiny waist and was going as deep into her body as this awkward
position would allow.

Keri quickly built to another climax. And, just as Keri's shrieking
built to a crescendo as her climax started for the second time, Jim
groaned loudly and started cumming insider her tight little pussy.

I was amazed. Yes, I could actually feel Jim's cock throbbing inside
Keri as he shot load after load of his hot sperm into her! That was it;
I unloaded a huge spurt of cum straight up Keri's ass. This was a
fabulous cum, one that lasted and lasted, and felt like I was squirting
a massive amount of my thick hot sperm up her ass - her tight prissy
little ass. I just wished I could get my spurting cock deeper inside
her ass. My knees felt weak and my legs were shaking it was so intense.

When we were all finally done, Keri lowered her legs, causing both of
the cocks to slip out of her. "That was great," she groaned.

I looked over at Jim's cock. He had shot a rather respectable amount
of cum into that condom. Seeing that, I wondered again if any of the
cum I shot into her hot little pussy earlier had manage to get beyond
her cervix and off to where it could really have some fun.

"Well boys, it's been fun, but I gotta get to bed," she said
rather dismissively. She went over to her dresser, got out a nightgown,
and slipped it on. Then she just ambled, or rather staggered, over to
the bed.

Jim and I cleaned ourselves up a little with a couple of tissues then
slipped our clothes back on as Keri got into bed and turned out the
light. I guess she was done for us. The hired help had just been

We deposited his used condom and the tissues I had used to clean myself
up with in the toilet on the way out. One quick flush and the evidence
was gone. We didn't want to leave anything Brad would find. "Does
she ever remember what she did when she gets that drunk?" I asked him
as we walked through the house to the garage and the car.

"Sometimes. And, then there are times when I think she really
doesn't remember shit the next day; most of the time she just can't
remember who did what, which is probably going to be the case tomorrow.
She will remember she got laid, but she won't know who she was with
doing it. I get most of this from Celia."

"Who's Celia?"

"She's their maid. Keri tells Celia everything. Celia is like
Keri's confessor or something; except Celia tells me a lot of it as
she can't believe Keri does some of the thing she does."

"Like what?"

We arrived at the limo and got in.

"Like tonight! Other than letting me fuck her, which she would never
stoop to before, there was nothing new about tonight." He started the
car and backed out of the garage.

"You mean she fucks around on Brad?"

"Oh, big time! Mostly she gets off on fucking the big-money men in
town. As Celia tells it, if you have money, you can get in her pants.
And, the weird part is that they don't give her a dime or spend
hardly anything on her, and that's okay with her."

"Doesn't she ever worry about one of them fucking and telling?"

"Not really; they are all married! They tell: they get a messy divorce
and no more Keri on the side. She can't tell because then Brad would
dump her little ass. Even with a good divorce settlement, which she
would probably get, she wouldn't have the money she has access to now.
Not to leave out that she might get shunned by her rich dicks and, most
importantly, her perceived society position she loves so much would

"That means that she kinda fucked up by screwing us tonight then
doesn't it?"

"Now that you mention it. Keri hasn't been known to fuck the hired
help; she musta really been pissed at old Brad about something. But, I
need the job, so I'm not telling, not that I would anyway."

Well, I sure as hell wasn't going to tell. Jim obviously knew that I
had fucked her in the ass tonight - that wouldn't get her pregnant.
He didn't know about the earlier fucking - that one would. That one I
wanted kept secret, just incase the nefarious little event did what it
was supposed to do - advertising wouldn't be a good idea. When we
finally got back to the hotel and parked the car, Jim finally said,
"God that was great. You don't know how badly I have wanted to fuck
that little bitch - fuck Brad's little piece of ass - fuck Brad's
stuck UP little piece of ass!"

I had to admit, I was pretty pleased with my accomplishments this night


I did manage to connect with one of the two women I mentioned earlier.
We went out to an early breakfast and I did get her in the sack. She
wasn't as small or as tight as Keri, but she was a whole lot more

I saw Keri about six months later and she wasn't looking the least
bit preggers. Maybe I hadn't donated enough genetic material that
night or maybe I did and she had taken care of it: anyway, no swollen
belly. Yes, she was till married to Brad. I heard a rumor later that he
wasn't banging another chick; he was into guys a little. Since Keri
was still married to him and he wasn't broke, maybe she was okay with
that; different strokes for different folks.

Oh, and Jim? He quit not long after that night and is now driving
gambler's bus to and from a casino. He said I wouldn't believe the
tips he gets from drunk winners.

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