Dorms of the University of Alberta

Their voices were loud, and their topic was surprising; "I am not lying. Bill, you tell him I am not shitting him."

Bill replied, "I saw it. This chick came out this bathroom wearing only a towel. Shit, when she dropped her shampoo bottle, you could see her ass and her pussy. It was incredible."

"Un-fucking-believable."

"Tell him the best part," the first one said.

"Then she got to her room, and some guy stole her towel."

"No way!"

"Way! She was standing pounding on the door naked!"

"Oh my god!"

"Was she good looking?"

"Did she have big tits?"

"Yes to both. She was a little older, but she had big tits. Damn, I'd love to fuck them."

Listening to them talk about my wife made my cock swell to its fullest. I started to saw in and out of Anne's pussy. She must have been loving it too, for she was pushing back.

Another voice piped in, "You guys didn't get to see her close up. We did. Man, she was hot. Her nipples were huge." We heard a groan from the audience. "The guy eventually let her in only after she said, `I love to fuck' in a loud voice." More groans. I knew some of the guys were beating off listening to the story. "He opened the door naked and dragged her into the room. But also he made her go back to get the shampoo she dropped."

"Oh God," someone moaned.

"Lucky for me that Shelly was with Burt and me. She was as turned on as we were. We gave her a royal shagging," he said with an Austin Powers accent.

By now, I was fucking my wife good. Our bodies slapped together under the hot water, but no one paid attention to us. She was having a hard time breathing quietly and suppressing her moans. I increased my tempo, then felt my cum erupt inside her. I had to be quiet, but it felt so good. Slowly I pulled out, and Anne and I stood under the water. By now, we heard a few of the guys leaving. We waited patiently while the noises died down.

Having an orgasm had made tired, and I needed to sit. Convinced that there were only a few guys left, and that they were in the showers, I moved into the changing space of the stall. Anne seemed a little panicked, but I gave her a look of assurance. She remained in the shower. I had to sit, so I gathered my clothes and towel, and naked left the stall and sat on the bench across from it.

Imagine my surprise to find 4 almost naked guys still waiting for showers. Before I could act, one of the guys I recognized as one of my neighbors from last night, rushed into the stall where Anne was. I didn't know what to do. He didn't pull the curtains all the way closed so I could see that Anne's back was towards us. I don't think he even knew she was in there until he opened the second curtain. She turned around. I could not see her face but I did see his. His eyes bugged out and a smile crept over his face. He put a finger to his mouth to indicate that she should be quiet. I also could see that his cock was now at full length and that it was a big one. My wife and this young waterpolo coach embraced. I could tell that they were kissing. All this time, I sat on the bench pretending to dry my hair, staring at them. They separated and I saw Anne drop to her knees. She was going down on him! I could not believe it. My cock was coming back to life, so I had to put my towel in my lap to hide it. While this was happening, the three guys waiting for showers dwindled to one. Anne stood back up and turned her butt toward him. She bent over. I knew he was going to fuck her like I just did. My wife was insatiable!! Because they shifted a little, I could see her face clearly. She had her eyes closed and an expression of ecstasy. They were rocking back and forth. The tempo picked up and the guy fucking her started to groan.

"Hey, Burt, whatcha doin'? Jerking off?"

In a breathy voice, Burt replied, "No, I'm fucking that chick from last night." Anne's expression changed to one of worry, but quickly changed back to pleasure. "Man she has a tight cunt and firm tits." His hands moved to her tits.

"Well you enjoy Ms. Rosy Palm," someone laughed. Burt picked up his pace.

Soon, he said, "Yeah. Yeah! Yeah!!!" He stopped. He must have cum inside her. My wife's expression on her face changed to disappointment as he pulled out of her. I could see him rinse off a bit, then walk out of the shower. He got on his shorts, then walked past the outer curtain. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me looking at him. I just smiled. He smiled back and left.

"Bout time," the last guy waiting said, and walked into the stall. What was I going to do? Another guy for Anne? The new guy opened the shower curtain. I could clearly see Anne because he had only closed the outer curtain about 1/3 of the way. She had a look of surprise on her, but she glanced down at his rising dick and just smiled. He stepped into the still-running shower and grabbed her tits. He was too interested in my wife to remember to close the second curtain. Because of this, I had a clear view of their activities. As the stranger massaged Anne's breasts, she slowly reached for his cock. She stared at it and stroked it.

My concentration was broken when two of the other guys walked in front of me on their way out of the room. Gazing back at my wife, I saw she was now on her knees sucking the guy's cock. She was going at it fast and furious. Her head moved back and forth, as the water sprayed both of them. Her hands moved to his butt, and she squeezed his cheeks. Another guy left the room. I saw her stretch his checks and start to play with his asshole. He moaned. The last two guys in the showers left, leaving only Anne, the stranger, and me in the room. After a minute or so, the guy started to breath heavy, his butt tightened and I could tell (but not see) that he was cumming. His load went right into my wife's mouth. Even in the rain of the shower, some of the jizz dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. After sucking him dry, she stood up. He looked wobbly, but left the shower. He grabbed his towel and made a mad dash out of the room. I don't think he even noticed me.

Anne stood under the water for moment until she looked out of the stall and saw me. Now dressed, I sat there staring and smiling. She smiled back and turned off the water. "Wow," was all she said.

"You are one hot slut, hon."

She giggled and stepped out of the shower. "That was the most exciting sex I have ever had."

"I know," I answered. "It was pretty damn exciting for me too." I stood up to reveal the huge tent in the front of my shorts. "Did that first guy make you cum a lot?"

Pausing for a moment, she said, "No. I haven't cum yet."

"Well.let me take care of that for you." I reached out and grabbed her by the hand. I guided her to the bench and had her sit. I spread her legs, got down on the floor in front of her, and started to lick her wet pussy. It was a weird sensation to lick a pussy full of juice, water, and jizz. It was tasty. Her lips were open and her clit was huge. I didn't care if anyone would walk in on us, and I don't think she cared either.

My tongue went up and down her lips and eventually settled on her clit. I licked and sucked her little red button for several minutes until I knew she was about to cum. Her breathing increased. She started to say, "Yess. Yessss." Anne came on my face. Her pussy spasmed, forcing the cum in it to spill out onto my face. I licked that up. Eventually, she calmed down, and I pulled back.

Standing up, I looked at my naked, beautiful wife. I smiled knowing that she was mine and that we were in love. She smiled back. I gave her clothes and gathered our things. When she was ready, I went ahead to scout. The coast was clear and we made it back to our room without incident. The day and night had been exhausting. Quickly, we fell asleep.

The next morning while shaving, Burt came into the bathroom. We exchanged glances. "Leaving today?" he asked.

"No, my wife and I going tomorrow morning. I have a late meeting today."

"Guess you'll be the only ones left here besides us coaches. All the kids are leaving today. We get a quiet weekend."

"How many of you coaches are there?"

"There's about 25 guys and 15 girls. They put us all on this floor."

"Not with the kids?"

"No. Thankfully, we just coached the athletics. There are others who act as chaperons in the dorms."

"I see."

I was about to leave, when Burt said to me, "We're having a little party tonight. We're getting a keg here on the floor. We won't be too loud, but you are invited."

"Won't you get in trouble with the keg?" I asked.

"No way. We're the ones in charge."

"Well, thanks for the invite. Maybe we'll stop by." Later in the day, I mentioned to Anne about the party and she said we should go. It had been a long time since she had been at a "kegger."

The record-setting heat wave continued as the conference dragged to a close with me finishing things up. The bulk of the committee work and the main speakers had been on Wednesday and Thursday. Some how, I had gotten the last slot for on the speakers' list-5:30pm on Friday. Since my presentation was important to my career, I had no choice but to do it then. Other attendees could have cared less, so I spoke to a mostly empty room. I swear the only reason most people were there was because their flights didn't leave until 8pm. The speech went well; I even fielded a few questions from the small audience. After I concluded, I chatted with two people I knew from previous meetings-Sandy from San Jose and Colin from Albany. Through our talk I learned that they would not be leaving until tomorrow too, so I suggested that we all go out to dinner that night. It as turned out that Sandy was staying in the dorms; in fact she was on the same floor of Henday Hall as we were, but in a different corridor. Colin and his wife, Laurie were stay at a hotel. We agreed to meet around 7:15pm at a restaurant that someone had recommended to me. It was a casual place with lots of atmosphere and great food, in the "artsy" part of town.

Anne was happy we were not going to dinner alone. She had also heard that the restaurant we were going to was pretty quirky. She said we should wear our "party clothes" since the eatery was casual and we might go to a party afterwards. This meant that I wore my silk Hawaiian shirt and some shorts, and Anne wore a nice shirt and her very short, wraparound skirt. Sandy was surprised to see dressed so, but once she did, she quickly changed from her business clothes into a casual skirt and top. The three of us drove together and met Colin and Laurie at the restaurant. Their clothes clashed with ours; they wore long pants and golf shirts.

The place was casual and quirky. It was also jumping. We had to wait 30 minutes for a table, but we didn't mind. The crowd was diverse but composed mostly young professional types. We all guzzled down a drink before we were seated. By the time we got our food, Colin, Anne and Sandy all had three drinks in them and were feeling pretty happy and a bit goofy. Everyone loosened up. Colin and Laurie were in their mid 40's and had been married for about 20 years. Colin was about 5'10", liked to play racquetball, and had dark hair with a touch of gray. Laurie was definition of petit-5'1", and a size 2. She was thin, but not skinny. Sandy was in her late 30's. She was divorced and had two kids back in California. She was about 5'6" and of "normal" proportions. By that I mean that she had a little bit of meat on her bones, but she wasn't fat; she was Hollywood "fat" like Janeane Garofalo. In other words, she was shaped like a woman, not like a board with some boobs.

We all had a fun time talking about the conference, its attendees and the Edmonton. Eventually, the talk returned to the fact that Sandy, Anne and I were staying in the dorm. Laurie explained that she couldn't do that because it was too juvenile. She liked staying in nice hotels. Sandy countered that it was really cheap and that it was clean and safe. Anne added that it was nostalgic. It was like being 19 again. We all laughed at this and told each other stories of our reckless youth and living in dorms. As our meal wound down, I mentioned the kegger happening on our floor. Stories were told by all about dorm parties that were good, or bad, but mostly, with hindsight, funny. I suggested that we all should go to the party and hang out with the kids. Laurie sounded hesitant, but Colin said it sounded like fun. Sandy said her interactions with the kids on her hall were positive; they treated her nicely and were reasonably courteous. I said the kids on hall treated Anne well too. Anne shot me a big grin with that comment. After a little more discussion, it was agreed that we would all stop into the party, and see what was what. We also agreed that we would all leave after a half hour or so. We were curious more than enthusiastic.

After leaving the restaurant, Colin and Laurie followed us back to campus. Laurie said she was going to feel weird parading in the front doors of the dorm, but we assured her that we had keys and would use the side entrance. We also agreed that we would go up to our floor and that I would go scout the party out. If it looked bad or awkward, I would report back and we would bail on the idea. We took the elevator up, and when the doors opened on to the 7th floor, we were greeted not by smoke, loud music and barfing kids, but by sounds from the lounge of people watching tv, some music, and the din of voices.

Hesitantly, I went over to the lounge, which was in the apex of floor, across from the elevator. Tentatively, I opened the door and looked in. There I saw about 25 people hanging out; some where talking, some (mostly guys) were watching a CFL game, and some (mostly women) were dancing in a corner. I also noticed a keg, lots of snacks, and small hint of pot in the air. Burt saw me before I saw him, and he came over. "Dude, glad you made it. Have a beer."

"Ah, thanks. Say, umm, I brought my wife and a couple of friends, mind if they come?"

"No. The more the merrier."

I returned to the elevators and told the others about the situation. They seemed to think it sounded okay. Besides, as Colin said, "I could use another beer."

No one other than Burt paid much attention to us as we walked in. I made the introductions around; Burt put on a big smile for Anne. He walked us over to the keg and food and invited us to drink and eat. We did so. Burt went back to the game, and the five of us wandered over to the people talking. Sandy recognized some of the gals from her hall, and we struck up a conversation. It centered mostly on life in college. Us old folks related a few stories of our own, to the youngsters' amusement. Time past. The game ended and most of the guys left.

Eventually only ten of us were left-Anne, myself, Colin, Laurie, Sandy, Burt, Shelly (the woman who was with Burt the other night), Fred (the guy Anne gave a blowjob to in the shower), Matt, and Ivan. We sat in a big circle, drinking, eating and talking. We were all pretty drunk. Somehow the topic of drinking games came up. Matt said we should play `Truth or Dare Quarters'. I knew what `Quarters' was, but not the game he was talking about.

"Everyone takes turns trying to bounce a quarter into a cup. If you get it in, the next person tries. If you miss, you take a swig of beer. But also with this game, on top of that you have to answer a question or do a dare. You chose `Truth' or `Dare'. Now the last person that missed gets to ask the question or the dare. The answer or the dare lasts for at most three minutes. You can decline a painful question, but the group can override you. The group can also say when you are bullshiting us and we can make you say or do more. If you refuse, you gotta leave."

In our inebriated state, we all said it sounded like fun. But first came a bathroom break. While taking a piss, I asked Matt what kind of questions get asked. "Mostly about sex, stupid. It is a fun game to play with chicks. The key is to use a small cup so that people miss."

"And the dares?"

"Depends on how people are feeling." Devious thoughts ran through my head. Luckily I ended my piss, because my dick was getting hard.

We all returned to the room. Matt produced the quarter and the cup. He wasn't kidding about the cup, for it was a shotglass. "Everyone gets one practice bounce this first time around." Matt demonstrated how to do it, and then began. He put the quarter right in the cup. Ivan did too, so did Colin. Sandy came next and missed.

"Pick `Truth' or `Dare'," Matt said.

"Truth."

Matt asked, "Where's the most unique place you have ever had sex?"

Sandy blushed and paused. "Come on, answer," we shouted.

"At work," she said.

Anne said, "More! Details."

Slowly Sandy said, "It was about ten years ago. My then husband stopped by unexpectedly around lunchtime. For some reason, I was in a playful mood, and our kissing accelerated, to the point that we were making out in my office. Finally, I had to close my door and we had sex on my desk. It was great." We cheered when she finished.

Burt was up next and he missed. He said `truth' and Sandy asked him, "How many women have you been with and who was the best?"

He didn't hesitate, saying, "Twelve. The best. probably Betty. She had huge tits and knew how to deep-throat my cock. She loved to fuck. Plus, it was really exciting cause she was 35 and married."

Anne made it but I missed. Burt asked me, "What is your biggest sexual fantasy?"

I figured I would never see these people again, so didn't hold back; I said, "I would love to go with my wife to one of those adult bookstores that has videobooths in the back. The booths would have gloryholes-you know holes between the booths so you can have anonymous sex with the person next door. Then my wife and I would have a contest as to who could suck the most cocks." I smiled. Several of the young guys were surprised. Colin and Laurie cheered. Anne leaned over and tongue kissed me.

Laurie was next and she missed. I asked her, "Same question. Tell us your biggest sexual fantasy."

"Well," she said, "I dream that I am alone somewhere, when I am grabbed by two strangers. They blindfold me, tie me up and use me."

"Use you how?" Ivan asked.

"Ummm. they fuck me."

"Is that it?" asked Sandy.

"Umm. no. They make me suck them and," she said in soft voice, "they fuck my ass." Cheers went up from the crowd. "They leave me laying there until my husband finds me. He then cleans off their cum with his tongue." More cheers. I looked at Colin, who was turning red.

Fred, Shelly, Matt and Ivan made it. Colin missed. Laurie said him, "Now it is your turn hon, tell us all your biggest sexual fantasy."

Colin hesitated. "It is just like my wife's."

"Explain," Laurie said.

"I want to be grabbed by a couple of guys, blindfolded, tied up and fucked."

"In the ass?" Shelly asked.

"Yes," Colin said quietly, "and in the mouth." Howls.

Sandy was next and missed. She was asked the same question. "I want to be with two men at once. I want them to worship my body and treat me tenderly." Applause.

Burt missed. He chose `dare'. Sandy said, "Using your hands, find out who has the biggest cock here." He hesitated. "Go on," she said. We echoed her comment.

Slowly Burt got up. "Okay, boys, drop em." Being pretty drunk, we obeyed. My cock was rock hard when Burt grabbed it and measured it with a napkin. Slowly he moved from guy to guy. I remained standing there with my pants down and dick out. The women were getting a good laugh out of the situation, but also were staring at our cocks. Eventually, Burt announced that Ivan had the biggest.

Anne was next and she missed. Burt asked what her biggest fantasy was. She said, "I want to go to an orgy. Not a gangbang, and orgy, with lots of men and women around. At some point, I want to be the center of attention. I want to feel everyone's body against mine." Cheers from the crowd.