Chapter 1
Marriage ceased holding fascination for me. I had lived an unsatisfying existence as the wife of an advertising executive for eight years. My husband, Tom Kimak, preferred that I spend them as his personal ornament. I went to dozens of dreary cocktail parties, accompanied him on business trips and participated in charity functions he deemed important. All bored me to tears.
I even periodically put in appearances at the office, portraying the doting wife. All were staged exclusively for Tom's benefit.
One day, I decided that I'd had enough. I made a rather large cash withdrawal from our account, packed my bag and hit the road. Whether wanderlust propelled my departure, or the need to preserve my sanity, I couldn't say.
It was most definitely the boldest step taken in my twenty-nine years. The further I drove from home, the better I felt. The thought of lingering in that environment another day would have pushed me over the edge. I had my ripest years ahead. Redesigning my life was of utmost importance.
I had considered divorce, yet hesitated. While tossing my suitcases in the trunk of my Mercedes convertible, I was unsure of my actions. The impulse to leave outweighed officially terminating our relationship. It was as though I'd reached my saturation point and chosen to escape. I resolved that upon settling down somewhere, I could initiate legal proceedings.
I left Tom a farewell note, referencing my extraction of joint funds and intentions of traveling abroad. The amount I discovered sitting in our account shocked me. Tom exclusively handled all financial matters. What he had socked away took me by surprise. Tom utilized the services of a full-service broker and boasted of his diversified portfolio. He parlayed his investment choices into a healthy aggregate. I felt perfectly entitled to the hefty sum I took.
The freedom I sought seemed justified. I tolerated Tom's monotonously extended absences. I often felt he manufactured some to serve an ulterior purpose. Telltale traces of perfume and lipstick were found on his clothes. That he had other women didn't bother me. My interest in Tom had long since faded.
I furnished no other information that would have enlightened him as to my whereabouts. My objective was unknown to me. I simply put miles between us.
One aspect I intended to fully explore was sex. I'd always had a voracious appetite. Tom's absorption with work was partially to blame. He devoted his attention to the accounts he supervised-and his secret harem-not me. My needs were of little consequence.
I yearned for men in quantity. Enamored of the male anatomy I freely daydreamed about men in casual encounters without their clothes. First, I mentally stripped them of each article, then I pictured them streaked with sweat, at the height of animal gratification.
I had no problem drawing men. Of Polish origin, I possessed natural beauty. Because I had little need of make-up, I applied it sparingly. My blue eyes, which had a captivating sparkle, did not require the enhancement of mascara and other cosmetics. Lipstick rarely covered my full, sensuous lips. My blonde hair had always been long and draped over my shoulders.
My regular attendance at the health club kept me in excellent shape. My 40-26-32 measurements were usually swathed in the eye-popping outfits. In a bikini, I created quite a commotion on the beach. My sleek legs always looked great without stockings.
I headed west without a specific destination. Las Vegas, Reno and Los Angeles were infinitely more exciting than Chicago. I was accountable to no one and financially independent.
After a day's duration behind the wheel, I stopped at a nice hotel. Money was no object. I craved luxury, not convenience.
I treated myself to a two-hour bubble bath. While lazing in its foamy splendor, I thought about getting laid. Staying on the road for ten hours straight, enduring its myriad bumps and the sun's baking heat spurred that caprice. My pussy wanted a man inside it.
Why not? Hadn't I been the model wife while my husband traipsed around, wildly indulging himself? I longed for my share of the fun.
I dressed lavishly for the occasion. In my flock of suitcases, I had bikinis, miniskirts, sexy blouses-all the trappings of seduction. I knew how to turn men on.
The black dress with the plunging neckline and elevated hemline gave me the necessary advantage. My big tits and slim legs were fabulously displayed. A pair of spike heels completed an inviting picture. I flipped my blonde mane over my shoulder and assessed my appearance. I resembled a ferocious tigress plotting a kill.
One last step I observed was removing my wedding ring and tossing it in my purse. I didn't want to send out any adverse signals to potential lovers.
The temperature went up several degrees after I entered the hotel's lounge. The women hated me on sight. Male tongues conspicuously wagged. The outbreak of drool was an ego-booster.
I dropped my little tush on a stool and crooked my finger at the bartender. A chard-on-nay came within seconds of my request. Before I could touch a bill in my purse, a dark-haired stud waved me off and personally covered the tab. Subsequently, I received countless invitations to pay for my drinks.
Before the glass went to my lips, I found myself flanked by salivating men. A blond hunk in his mid-twenties winked at me. He had a bodybuilder's physique: heavily muscled limbs and a barrel chest. Settling into the stool beside mine, he took a swig from his beer mug and made a frank observation. I could tell, from the slant of his eyes, that he was creating a pickup line. I'd heard them all. Few smacked of originality. They were, however, a necessary evil in breaking the ice.
At length, he made his delivery. "That won't cool you off on such a hot night."
My lips rounded. "I suppose you have a better suggestion."
"In my room, I do."
Could he have been more succinct? "Let's go fuck," might have been more straightforward, but a trifle crude for such a reputable establishment. We were in a first-class, triple-A rated hotel by the American plan standards.
I loved men who dared me with their sexual prowess. Whether they employed sizzling verbs or simply conveyed it with strong eye contact, I ate it up.
"What's your hurry?" I asked, unfazed by his proposition. "The night is young."
"We could take a bottle with us."
"I like the atmosphere here."
He slid closer. "Why not settle for paradise itself?"
I cracked up. My blond admirer was pushing it. "Is that a fact?" I gave him a slick evaluation. The packaging was nice, but whether it could fulfill its promise had yet to be seen. My eyes dropped to his crotch. "Hmmmm. Have you got an elephant in there?"
A lazy grin formed on his handsome face. "I'm equipped for an all-nighter."
Before I could kid along with him, we had company. A tall, dark-haired guy with a mustache and muscles rivaling those of my suitor came to my defense. "Is this ass-hole bothering you?" he growled, indignantly jerking a thumb in his direction. "Not in the least."
"Fuck off," the blond told him. "I saw her first."
"Want to settle it outside, pal?" He balled his fists and flexed his biceps.
"Hey," the bartender signaled, "there's no roughhousing in here. You guys know the rules."
"I agree," I said, collecting my purse and hopping off the stool. "Why not put all that fierce male energy to productive use? Let's go to my room."
Don, the dark-haired guy, relieved me of my dress while I sucked face with Tim, the blond. His breath warmed the back of my neck. After a second, Don buried his face in my nape. I trembled as he trailed kisses along my spine. Tim's tongue was in my mouth, suppressing my moans.
Don released my tits from captivity. My nipples had begun to harden beneath his soothing rotations. His flow sustained my arousal. He tweaked those thick buttons, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout my system.
Tim withdrew his tongue and assaulted those stiff peaks. Dizzy from his exploration, I hadn't time to adjust to his slurping my nippies. Orally fluent, he kept my delectation constant. His bubble-rich swirls made me woozy.
Don vied for my snatch. I felt his breath descend my backside. He pulled apart my buns, briefly sampling their velvet texture. The strength of his fingers excited me. Without warning, he stuck his tongue into my sodden crevice. The lips of my pussy unfolded to receive that wriggling thing. Meticulously, he licked my walls. He scooped mouthfuls of my honey. His loud gulps inferred enjoyment.
Unprepared for that single luxury, I buckled against Tim. His arms flew around me, keeping me still. Framing my tits with his hands, he went down for more. I reeled from his suck. His teeth grazed my nipple. The dance of his tip, followed by the wash of hot saliva, made my moans last.
The novelty of being with two men simultaneously fired my libido. Although having virtually no experience to borrow from, I felt confident in individually satisfying them.
Tim unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. His elongated cock pressed through his colored underwear. Its size increased my hunger pangs. I could scarcely wait to get at it.
I yanked his briefs down. Tim's dick sprang out, looking for my mouth. Delicately, I slurped that domed head. Tim reacted strongly to my gentle approach. I circled the jutting rim, distributing foam. I lashed his veins, letting bubbles form and burst. Wrapping my fingers to the bottom of his shaft, I effected a steady pull. After traveling his length, I tongued his balls. The taste of male flesh and hair evoked riveting sensations.
Don maneuvered his head between my legs. Cupping my buttocks, he hauled me tightly to his face. He sucked me until the juices flowed in abundance. His tongue cycled about my love button before slashing it. Sobbing, I oozed into his mouth. Those fluid spins beset my clit.
I managed to get my mouth around the top of Tim's cock. Initially, I was afraid to take more. Don's expert whips almost left me incoherent. I creamed on his face, yet his eating endured as though he couldn't get enough. I sucked softly on Tim, moving my lips and tongue to his satisfaction. His blue eyes became glazed as I increased my pull. His salty marrow dissolved on my tongue. I swallowed another inch, gliding luxuriously over those veins. I concentrated on the one running his full length. He quivered within my sweet compression.
I massaged him without letup. Oral and manual stimulation complement each other if properly orchestrated. His dick became slippery from my excess saliva. I deliberately let much of it escape the corners of my lips. My tingling froth dribbled to his ample base. I wove up and down, masturbating and sucking him. My efforts brought him to full extension. The skin stretched tautly over that inflamed section.
Don impaired my mental powers. His silvery licks sent my thoughts askew. He dipped into my pink center and scooped its honey content. I gasped at his thrilling reach. My cunt snared his tongue, reeling him until his nose pressed into my mound. After he secured his lips, he sucked me until I was hoarse. My pussy juices welled from my jittery core. He lapped my trembling walls, precipitating that flow. His persistent tongue divided my muff.
Tim cupped the back of my head and pressed. "Deep-throat it, baby. Show me how much you can take."
My lips widened. I went down on him slowly, conscious of Don's ticklish splendor. My fist anchored him. My shifting thumb tormented his heavy vein. Little by little, his cock filled my mouth. I flickered about his oncoming shaft with serpentine skill. My eyes rolled back as I consumed him. He smashed his bloated crown to my roof, then eased into my throat. There was so much of him to swallow, yet I managed. I coordinated my breathing and intake of cock. My lips inched to his trunk.
"That's it," Tim croaked, packing my face. "Gulp me down to the balls."
His girth stifled my husky sob. My tip went back and forth over that pulsing vein. I sufficiently loosened to ingest that final portion. His dick throbbed in my throat. I sucked it tenderly, challenging his will power.
Tim's hair-dusted thighs shook around my face. "Harder," he rasped. "Crush me with your lips."
I obeyed. I twisted about his stem. His groans escalated in pitch. When I thought he might explode, I retreated to his plump knob. I could taste his involuntary discharge. He exuded a mere few drops, but their saltiness drove me wild.
Don's nibbling did not cease. He tormented my pink folds with his limber tip. His saliva saturated my crevice and made my clit tingle. He did not confine his slurps to my pussy. Don lathered my anus, too. I had never had someone probe my rectum in that fashion, yet Don did so without vacillation. He pulled my butt cheeks apart and delved into that hot channel. I moaned as he wriggled his way into me. It was indescribably nice.
Tim steered me to his cock, keeping my mouth busy. He obviously didn't want that fabulous lip activity to end. The intermittent pressure he applied to the back of my head reminded me of his urgency.
I alternately stroked him with my fist. When not tugging him, I caressed his balls. My feathery touch caused him to writhe. When his dick twitched too strongly, I detached my lips and slapped a fresh coat of saliva to his balls. My tiny bubbles popped on his taut pouch.
He sharply exhaled. "I love the way that mouth handles me. The fun never stops." He drove himself into my face until his pubes tickled my nose. He leisurely withdrew after a fortifying breath. "Christ. I like going into your throat."
Don completed lubricating my anus with his tongue. I predicted the reason for his thorough job. Within seconds of ending that task, he aligned himself to my backside. His thumbs pried apart my quivering buns. My butt hole tensed around his blunt head.
"Yeah," Tim gasped, "put it in her ass."
Don gradually sank into me. My mouth flew off Tim as that monster took purchase of my rectum. I cried out in ecstasy. My anus shrank around his advancing member. When his balls kissed my shivering cheeks, I knew he was wholly installed. His pubes scratched my rump.
"This ass belongs to me," Don muttered, pumping it. "Oh, yeah. I'm going to ride it to the bitter end."
The pleasure was so intense, I almost fainted.
Not only did he deeply shaft me, but he centered a finger over my clit and renewed my bliss. The jiggling overruled any negative effect. I usually focused on the enjoyment butt-fucking provided. That restless digit amplified the experience.
"Do you like having a cock in your ass, baby?" Tim asked, massaging himself. He sawed through his closed fist. "How does it feel?"
"Good," I mentioned through clenched teeth. It tunneled into me, thrust after thrust. I flung myself at it, fucking back. "Ohhhh."
Tim tucked his dick into my cleavage, then pistoned his hips. His discolored bulb emerged from my cleft. "I'm going to fuck these tits," he groaned, slicing into them. "Christ, are they soft."
"Oh, God," I moaned, watching him disappear, then resurface.
The saliva on his cock simplified his passage. He dragged that huge thing through my sweaty groove. I sobbed from his vigorous pulsations.
Behind me, Don crammed himself to capacity. His balls repeatedly smacked my butt. He pulled back, then squeezed himself into my tiny hole. I snapped him up in hungry mouthfuls. His lumbering movement totally aroused me. If his finger hadn't kept me alert, I might have blacked out. My clit thickened beneath his stirring pressure. My juices sprinkled his fingertips.
Tim thumbed my nipples, tenderly revolving around those nuggets. He disbursed electric shocks to my system. His blue eyes were intent on me as he pressed himself into my damp folds.
His cockhead crept toward my mouth, then retreated. I let out my tongue and slurped it. Tim's lips drew back, reflecting his white teeth. I lashed him again on the rebound. His harsh exhalation told me exactly how close to orgasm he was.
Don jammed my ass-hole with cock. I could barely think with that monster plugging my ass. He ground himself to my expanded opening, wrenching my innards. Each lunge made me weak with desire.
I licked Tim's tip until it turned scarlet. His breathing became convulsive. He rammed through my cleavage, gulping air. Suddenly, he spurted cum. Hot jism splattered me. I was powerless to deflect its shower. My nipples, chin and tongue received the creamy onslaught.
Don jiggled me to orgasm. He uncovered my pleasure's pulse and brought it to a satisfying conclusion. I spasmed in his arms, with his cock submerged. My seizure-ridden body thudded against him, riding out the storm.
When I finished, he pulled out of me. My contractions precipitated his climax. He jetted onto my shaking buns, howling in delight. I collapsed against Tim with a sigh. Don emptied himself over my spent form before surrendering to exhaustion.
The three of us lay there, lounging in the afterglow.