Pandora's Box

"No. Why should I waste time and semen fucking a woman who's not half as beautiful nor one third as hot as my wife? There's no possible way her cunt is as tight, as wet, and as hot as the one I'm in right now."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm... and it probably won't squeeze your big cock as hard as this one does either."

"UUNNGGGHHH... GOD! That's for certain. Your pussy is like a vise... oooohhh... take it easy, Honey."

"Anyway, look who's complaining. You think I didn't see Greg Ralston lusting after your body?"

"He was just being friendly."

"Right... just some 'friendly' rubs over your ass while he had you on the dance floor. And some 'friendly' stares down your dress when you bent over to hand him his drink. And what happened when the two of you walked down to the lake?"

"You know what happened."

"Tell me."

"He talked to me."

"And?"

"And he said I was a beautiful, sensuous woman."

"He wants to fuck you."

"He does. A lot. He was hard as stone."

"Are you going to let him screw you?"

"No. Why should I waste time with him when I can have this fantastic cock up my cunt, Lover. UUUmmmmmmm... fuck me harder, Stud. Give it to me. I'm gonna cum again."

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A Year after Marriage:

In some ways, things had gotten even better for the Bartels. Both Sharla and Brice had been promoted, and their income had increased to even higher levels. Their circle of friends had expanded even further. The women were trying even harder to entice Brice between their thighs, and their husbands were working overtime in their attempts to get between Sharla's.

In spite of all the success, the sexual intensity of their marriage had cooled considerably. Sharla realized that this was in the natural order of things, but it seemed to be decreasing far too fast. In one year, they had gone from fucking two or three times a day to three times a week. Even more alarming was the fact that the intensity of their couplings had decreased significantly.

She checked her naked body out in her full-length mirror to see if she had put on any unsightly weight. She hadn't. At 22, she was, if anything, even more voluptuous than she had been the night she first saw Brice. For his part, Brice worked out daily in the gym so that his muscles were even more finely toned than before, if that were possible. He hadn't put on an extra pound of weight. Nor did either of them seem to be working too hard.

It was a Monday morning. Brice and Sharla were in their bedroom getting dressed for another day at their respective jobs.

Sharla had already put on her panties, bra, and heels and was standing in the walk-in closet selecting a blouse and skirt for the day. Brice wore only his jockey briefs.

"Are you going to wear stockings today?" he asked.

"No. I thought it looked sexier to go without them. Would you like for me to put some on?"

"No. I think you're right. Your bare legs in those heels look very hot. But I want you to take off your bra."

"Whatever you say, Lover," his wife replied with a sexy smile.

When her bra was off and her big tits were jiggling as she walked about their bedroom, she asked, "This what you want, Lover? You want me naked? Back in bed?"

"That's perfect. I love your tits. We don't' have time to fuck now. Just finish getting dressed, but leave the bra off."

Sharla selected a blue blouse and matching skirt and put them on over her panties and heels. The skirt didn't quite cover her knees, but it was perfectly appropriate for work wear as was her blouse. However, without a bra, her prominent nipples atop her large breasts made sizable dents in the blouse. Whenever she moved about the room, their bounce made it obvious that she was braless.

As they ate breakfast, Sharla noticed Brice couldn't tear his eyes away from her tits. "God! You look terrific!"

"Do you really want me to go to work like this? No bra... tits bouncing? Every guy there will know my tits are naked under the blouse. Are you Ok with that?"

Brice was carrying the dishes to the sink. Sharla saw that her husband sported a massive erection. "I guess he really likes it. Do you?"

"I love it. Will you?"

"Of course. Giving every guy in the office a hard-on. What's not to like." She kissed him hard and was out the door.

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By 11:00 AM, three men had already asked Sharla to have lunch with them. She had begged off citing a lot of additional work that she had to finish, but then Greg Ralston approached her.

"I have reservations for two at the Hilton for lunch. Will you join me?"

"You just don't give up, do you?" Sharla laughed.

"Never. Particularly when you look like you do today. I can't believe it. You're naked under that blouse, aren't you? It's driving me up the wall. Say 'yes'!"

"Ok. Yes."

When they were in the Hilton lobby, Greg said, "Just a moment. I've made two different reservations here. One is for a table for two in the dining room. The other is for a hotel room. I would much rather take you to the hotel room than to lunch. You lead the way... either to the dining room or to the front desk."

"I've got a great husband, Greg. Why do you think I would cheat on him?"

"Variety, perhaps. I've got a great girl friend too, but Margo has been interested in Brice for just as long as I've been interested in you. I'm not asking you to divorce Brice. Those big, beautiful, braless breasts suggest that variety must have some appeal to you as well as to me."

"Everyone likes variety, Greg. In every thing. I'm no exception, but I'm not cheating on Brice. Let's have lunch."

After they had eaten and were back in Greg's car, he turned to Sharla and said, "You've got to know how disappointed I am. You've been teasing me for months, but today, when you came to work with no bra and let those beauties bounce in front of my face, I thought it was my day to get lucky."

"Sorry, but I never promised you anything," Sharla said with a smile.

"I know, but the at the very least you should let me see them."

"I guess that's fair," she said reaching for the buttons of her blouse.

A moment later, she had her blouse opened and spread wide. Both large tits thrust out into the open, firm, solid, inviting.

"Jezzz... you don't have breasts, Sharla. You have two huge cannons on your chest."

"I think you like my tits, Greg."

"I love them!" His hands reached out, half expecting Sharla to pull away. Instead, she moved closer, pulling her shoulders back and thrusting both tits toward him.

"Feel me," she whispered.

Greg's hands cupped... then circled both thrusting mounds... hefting them.

"They're huge. Move closer."

"Like this?"

"Yes... just like that. Cup them. Hold them up."

She leaned forward, holding her tits out to his lips.

"AAAahhhhhhhhhh.. your lips feel so hot on my nipples."

Then, a moment later: "Oooohhh... not so hard... aaaahhhhhh... noo... no! Don't stop. Do it more... more!!"

"Uuunngghhh... harder... pinch my nipples harder, Greg!"

"Like this, Baby?"

"AAaaahhhhhhh... yesssssssss... just like that! Pull them... ooohhh please... pull them hard... AAAaaaiii... oohh fuckkkkk!!"

Quickly Greg unzipped his pants and extracted his rigid, 7-inch, steel hard cock. The bloated head was wet with his precum... a short strand hanging from the tip.

Sharla stared at the randy male rising up over her... his cock a rigid spike of lust. She felt her pussy throb when she heard his voice: "Turn toward me! Cup them! Hold them up for me! I'm going to cream you... cream your big tits."

Sharla scooted around in the seat so that she faced him. He was on his knees towering over her... his hand flashing up and down the rigid shaft as he pointed the bloated, purple head directly at her big waiting mounds.

"Are you ready for my load, Sharla?"

"Ohhh yes... Cream me... CREAM MY TITS... CUM ALL OVER THEM!" she shouted.

An instant later, a huge, thick, white stream fired at her right tit... drenching it. The next gush hit her chest and then ran in a thick river of cum down into her cleavage. Greg switched his aim to her left breast. The third cum jet fired out and coated that tit. Two more followed in rapid succession, the first splattering over her chest, the second hitting her nipple where the load formed a cum rope that dangled in the air.

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"Did anyone notice your new, exotic look today, Honey?" Brice asked that evening as they cuddled on the couch. He had already opened Sharla's blouse and had both big, naked tits out, caressing them and teasing their hardened nipples.

"MMMmmmmmm... not more than a dozen guys."

"And?"

"And, they liked what they saw. They all wanted to see more, I think."

"I'm sure they did. Did any of them get hard?"

"It was hard to tell. I think Jack Lansing did and I know Greg Ralston did."

"How do you know that for sure?"

"Because I went to lunch with him at the Hilton. He had made both lunch reservations in the dining room and a reservation for a room in the hotel. He asked me to forget lunch and go up to the hotel room with him for sex. His pants were bulging with his hard on."

"Really? How big is he?"

"At least 7 or 8 inches... maybe more."

"Did you go? Did he fuck you?"

"Of course not! I don't cheat on you, Honey. Ever! But..."

"But what?"

"After we were back in the car, I did open my blouse and let him see my tits. He was begging me to let him see them. Are you angry?"

"All he did was look?"

"Well... not quite. He did a little more. MMmmmmm... you're hard aren't you? Oh, I love that! Fuck me, Honey. Fuck your hot slutty wife."

"First tell me what Greg did."

"I opened my blouse and let him see my tits. He got sooo hard. He begged me to take off my blouse completely... so I did. Then he felt me... particularly my nipples. They got so hard when he did that... He wanted to jerk off and cum on them."

"Did you let him?"

"I was so hot, Honey. It was just so hot... he had my tits out... his cock was out and it was hard... so damn hard. A big rope of cum was even hanging from the head. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. He was very forceful... just ordered me... didn't ask me... just ordered me to cup my tits and get ready for his big cum load. My pussy was throbbing. I couldn't stop him. I was just helpless. I'm so sorry. Are you furious?"

"No, but I'm hard. Did you cum when he shot all over your tits?"

"I couldn't help it. When that huge load of cum splattered all over my tits, my pussy just exploded. I'm so damn hot right now, Brice. I need it. Please. Fuck me! Get on me! Get in me! I NEED TO BE FUCKED... NOW!!"

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The next morning, Sharla slipped on her panties after her shower, but before she put on a bra, she asked Brice. "Do I go braless again today, Honey?"

"Yes. Today and everyday from now on. No more bras until I tell you differently."

"Whatever you say, Darling. But you know the men are all going to try to have sex with me. And Greg is going to want a repeat with extras. Are you Ok with that?"

"Oh yes. It turns me on to know that they all want what I have but they can't have."

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Another Four Months Later:

After Sharla began going braless, sex with Brice quickly picked back up to once or twice a day. Every time Brice fucked his wife with intensity, usually putting at least two loads into her while she was having several orgasms.

However, as the saying goes, all good things come to an end and after four months, the frequency and intensity of sex between them once more began to subside. It became obvious that twice a day sex was essentially impossible to sustain without additional sexual stimulation. The stimulation that was most effective for Brice was knowing and seeing his gorgeous wife turning on other men. Fortunately, that also seemed to be the thing that excited Sharla the most as well.

Sharla had just finished bathing and was in her closet selecting her outfit for the day.

"Don't you have an important marketing meeting today with a prospective client?" Brice asked.

"Yeah. Jacobson is considering switching to us as his computer and communications supplier for his firm. I'm meeting with him today. I'm supposed to fill him in on all the details after which he'll meet with Postmen, he's a senior vice president, to discuss possible pricing arrangements."

"Wear one of the tight dresses you got at Victoria's."

"Don't you think that might be too much?"

"Jacobson's a guy isn't he? He'll love it, and you'll close the deal for your firm."

"Ok, Honey. Whatever you say."

Sharla laid a tight sheathe and a pair of heels on the bed, sat down and pulled on the patterned reddish-brown, stockings. She bent over to get some panties from her bottom dresser drawer. While bent over, her cunt on display, she looked back at her randy husband who was staring between her legs.

"Like what you see, Lover?"

"Oh yes. It looks hot and wet. Forget the panties. Wear the dress with nothing underneath."

"Oh god! I'll be so excited, it will be hard to even talk. He may figure out that I'm not wearing any panties."

"He might figure it out or he might not. But he will certainly be wondering if you're wearing panties. You've got to know the thought is gonna get him hard. No panties."

"All right, Lover. No panties."

Brice watched as his wife dressed. As she slipped her second pump on her foot, she rested her left calf on her right knee. The position exposed her naked pussy. Brice's cock surged to full erection as he stared between his wife's thighs.

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The men at her office had grown accustomed to seeing Sharla braless, but the tight sheathe was something new. That, coupled with he unrestrained bounce of her big tits, had them all staring.

The same was true for Jacobson.

When Postman brought him to Sharla's office for the briefing, both men did a double take. To enhance the effect, Sharla rose, moved around to the front of her desk, and extended her hand to Jacobson in greeting. He shook her hand, but his eyes never left her body. He was having trouble deciding whether to concentrate on her delectable ass, her gorgeous legs, or her big, bouncing tits. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. There was no telltale outline of a bra and her tits swung freely when she walked.

"I'll be in my office when you finish briefing Dwain on the details of the services and the equipment we can provide. Please escort him there when you finish, Sharla."

"I will, Mr. Postman. It will take 30 minutes to an hour depending on how much detail Mr. Jacobson wants at this point."

When Postmen left, Sharla turned to face Jacobson with a big smile. She crossed her legs exposing part of one thigh. "I assume you've read the material I sent. Is that correct, Mr. Jacobson?"

"Yes it is. I've read it very carefully... and please, call me Dwain."

"Why thank you, Dwain. Mr. Postman will be discussing prices, but with respect to performance, I'm sure you already recognize that our communication equipment is more modern, more versatile, and, I think, most importantly, more user-friendly than the line you are currently using, which is rather out of date, I'm afraid."

Jacobson nodded and said, "I would certainly have to agree. If the price is right, we probably have a deal." His eyes were riveted on her tits.

"As for our computational equipment, the story is the pretty much the same. The processor speeds are superior to the line you are using; the hard disk and RAM storage space is greater. There are more ports for configuration with external devices. The CD drive read and write speeds are greater, and the software has been specially tailored to your needs."

The eyes were now on Sharla's thighs. They almost seemed to be trying to force her legs apart so he see her core. She felt her vagina gushing under his intense stare, and without panties, she was very nervous that she would wet the back of her dress. She tried to calm herself to stem the flow, but had little success.

"At this point, I'm very satisfied with the equipment's specifications and performance. But after I hear about price from Mr. Postman, I may need more detail about how much bang I'm getting for the buck. I like to get as much bang as I can. If the need arises, could you have dinner with me at the Marriott if I need more information?"

"Well... I'm married."

"I know. There's no way a beautiful woman like yourself could possible be single. So? Dinner?"

"I... I don't know... I would... I would have to check with my... eh... my husband."

"Of course. If I think I need additional information, I'll tell Postman and he can alert you. You can provide me with your answer then. If he says nothing, then I will have concluded that I have all the information I will need."

"That will be fine, Dwain. Let me show you the way to his office."

"Lead the way. I'll follow you."

As Sharla walked down the corridor to Postman's office, she could feel Jacobson's eyes locked onto her swinging ass. She knew he would now be able to easily check for panty lines and see that there were none. Then he would know that her pussy was naked under the dress. Her wetness trickled down her thighs.

As she expected, Postman came back to her office an hour later to inform her that Jacobson felt he needed her to go over the specifications with him again now that he knew the costs. "He told me that you had agreed to have dinner with him at his hotel this evening to give him whatever he needs."

"He asked me to go over the details over dinner, yes."

"Whatever. Just be certain that he's satisfied. I don't think I need remind you that this is a multi-million dollar deal."

"No, Sir. I'm aware of the size of the deal."

"Good. Be certain he gets whatever he needs. Do you understand? He suggested 8 PM."

Sharla nodded, and Postman added. "If you get Jacobson to sign tomorrow, there'll be a very, very nice bonus and a possible promotion for you."

After work that evening, Sharla related the entire conversation to Brice. When she finished, she looked at him and asked, "What do think I should do? It's obvious that he has no interest in the specifications for the equipment. He already has all of those details. If I do go to his hotel and get him to sign, Postman has essentially promised me a big bonus and a promotion to assistant vice-president."

"Of course he's not interested in equipment specifications," Brice agreed. "He's interested in you."

"Well... should I call Postman and tell him I'm ill and can't make dinner?"

"He'll fire you, you know. If not that, it'll be a cold day in hell before you ever get another raise or promotion."

"If I go, he's going to fuck me... you know that."

"I'm sure he will... at least, I certainly would."

"I might have to spend the entire night in his room... are you really all right with that?"

"It turns me on... you know that, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll go with you to dinner and you can discuss the 'specifications' he has no interest in, but he will have to pretend that he does. When you're finished, we thank him and leave.

"The real question is, 'Do you want to do it... knowing that he's going to fuck you and also knowing that he knows that you know that you're going to be fucked?"

Sharla finally whispered... "yes."

"Yes what?" Brice asked. "Speak up!"

"Yes... I want to go. I want to have dinner with him."

"And?"

"And let him fuck me. As many times as he wants."

"Call me on your cell phone when you're leaving, and I'll pick you up. I don't want you out late at night."

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Sharla had brought her briefcase full of all the specifications for the communication and computer equipment even though she knew they wouldn't be needed. It was just for show.

She had changed clothes into a sexy red dress, red heels and matching hose. Underneath, she wore a pink teddy that covered her tits but not her cunt. She wore no panties.