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Tall, dark, and handsome stood, and I couldn't remember his name. He pulled out...tickling panties. Well, he was going to have to wash them before giving them to his wife. He looked at me, curiously. I explained, "They're kind of fun. They don't tickle, but they include a vibrating pad in the crotch. The part you will probably like is that they work with remote control up to 20 feet."

TD&H looked like he had won the lottery. He knelt down and lowered my panties, exposing my cunt yet again. He held up the panties where everyone could see clearly the shade of the material where it was dry, and the darker shade where it was soaked. Thanks. I stepped into the new panties, which he guided up my legs. He made a minor adjustment to make sure that the pad was firmly set against my cunt, and smelled his fingers which were wet with my juices. Thanks, again. He then sat in his chair and told me to walk around. It was the knowing of what would happen, and not the when, that gave to me uneasiness and to him a huge grin. It jolted me. It was better than their occasional touch with a finger, MUCH better. It built. It stopped. It began. It began cycling between intense and annoying. That was enough. "I think a minute is all I can handle of battery operated devices." I pulled the panties down, wiped myself off a bit with them, and then handed them to TD&H, which he quickly moved to his nose. While he was inhaling, I couldn't help but add, "Enjoy. My husband does." That set the men laughing.

Hugh was next, slightly round in the middle, and the only one in the group who didn't know what the deal was when he arrived, aside from me, that is. Another enthusiastic lottery winner. As he reached into the same box, he added that he was hoping for something remote controlled. Based on the way I had packed the boxes, he probably had a 50% chance. He won.

This was one of my husband's personal favorites, and I told them so. "It is a remote control egg. It has a little string attached to it so that you can pull it out of your wife's...cunt when you're done. It has a range of 30' - 40', and, I would add from experience, makes my husband eager to go mall shopping with me." This was greeted by an assortment of cheers, which I lost appreciation for as I realized that Hugh was ready for me to spread my legs so that he could insert his toy. I couldn't yet face doing this with everyone watching, so I stepped around to the back side of the table, hopped up, and turned myself away from the others so that only Hugh could see.

This was met by "boos" from my admirers, but, heck, they hadn't even found the regular vibrators yet. As I spread my legs, I asked myself if it was worth the $100 I would receive from Hugh, and I decided that, yes, it was. Hugh pushed it in slowly, gently, with his eyes wide. He looked thrilled when the tension of my cunt opening pulled the little rascal in. He had me lay down on the table as he began to operate the control. It felt marvelous, and I started counting to one minute, both to keep my mind off the pleasure building within me and to be physically able to move on to whatever was next. Hugh surprised me as he placed his head at my cunt, his ear at my mound, listening for the vibrating within. He shrugged his shoulders and turned the control on full, wrecking my mental arithmetic. I could also hear Lou welcoming two new voices. Great, the gang was all here. At least he explained what was going on, accurately.

Hugh said, "This thing sure is quiet," and he began pulling on the string. Slowly. I could only imagine the view as he saw my lips part and the egg emerge, still vibrating, and now audible. I shook slightly, the vibrations having felt almost too good within me. Hugh moved closer to where I could see him, and licked the egg, adding, "Thanks! Hayley," he added almost as an afterthought.

I took a deep breath, leaned up, looked over the newcomers, and lost my breath. My husband, Steven, had gotten himself a chair and was sitting in line with the others. He was wearing the biggest shit-eating grin I had ever seen, and his hand was rubbing a stiff erection under his pants. He winked at me, which at least meant he wasn't yanking my butt out of there. Would he be mad? He didn't look it. I wasn't sure if any of the men knew he was my husband, and I wasn't about to bring it up. Still, it gave me a little security knowing that he was there.

The men were disappointed to learn that I didn't have any other remote controlled items, but happy to learn that I had ample stock of those they had seen. More pen movements. Incredible. Various vibrating dildos came next. I knew I had two rows of them in the box. The other new arrival was first. David. As he held up a purple jelly-like 7" vibrator, he seemed right at home with the idea of walking into someone's home, grabbing a vibrator, and inserting into an unknown, naked woman's wet and swollen cunt. As I laid back on the table again, I couldn't quite see his other hand, but, still, it was somehow gratifying that he was probably rubbing his own cock through his pants! As long as he didn't take it out.

The stroking within me felt really good, this particular vibrator being a great fit, not too thick, not too long. I had just started raising my hips to greet his thrusts when Lou said, "Time!". Drat. But, also good. Who was next? I didn't care. As each man took his turn, I was surprised to find myself so analytical. I had anticipated an atmosphere of sex in the room. Now, I had to admit, sex did hang in the air, the smell of mine. I had no idea that I could lubricate so much, or that so many men would want to taste me by licking their juices off their new toys. And I would definitely be able to commend certain of the vibrators in the future. I had never quite compared them against each other so...quickly.

I wasn't sure if Steven was play-acting when it was his turn, but he did it all wrong. He knew the tempo I liked, and he wasn't giving it to me. He seemed tentative, and the sensations building within rebelled against tentative. I reached down to guide him slightly, but he removed my hand and continued to frustrate me. I was actually happy to hear Lou announce, "Time!"

Steven's turn was over, and it was Lou's. I think Lou must have been a good student. He wasn't tentative, and in fact, was giving me just the pleasure I desired. I was building steadily, and quickly began raising my hips, because it felt so good. And naughty. A gasp escaped my lips. The men were giving Lou encouragement to finish me off. He was masterful with the strokes, but I couldn't quite get there. Then I felt him place his thumb on my clit. And press. And rub. That was not part of the demonstration, but I didn't care. I was breathing hard, and I could feel my orgasm nearing. A "yesss" escaped my lips, just a thrust away from cumming, when I heard "Time!" It was Steven. He did that intentionally! He knew my body like the back of his hand, and he knew that just the pause in action would step me down steeply. Lou smiled at me, and said, "Hayley, you're close, and you know you're going to cum before we're done." I just smiled. I certainly hoped so, if my idiot husband didn't wreck things.

Everyone had a turn with a vibrator, and two men twice. Thomas, a graying 40-ish, distinguished looking man, reached in for a package. He must have been looking forward to another vibrator but was clearly disappointed. I wasn't. He unwrapped an 8" dildo, with a suction cup on the bottom. He obviously had wanted to get more intimate, but then realized that this could be fun, too. He moistened the suction cup, stuck it firmly to the table top, and said, "Okay, show us."

My vibrator shows had basically been away from the guys, so each guy had a "private" view on his turn. Thomas, however, turned me around, so that everyone could fully see my nakedness. So many eyes, just watching me. I couldn't imagine being so beautiful, like a celebrity, that men looked at you with that intensity all the time, with your clothes on. But these lustful eyes wanted me in a way that gave me more confidence in my body, or, in some way, just being a woman, than I had ever known. I was terribly turned on, and frustrated by the vibrators.

I squatted, somewhat obscenely, over the dildo. My legs were spread wide, and I could only imagine how my swollen clit looked to them. The moisture glistened from my legs as the top of the dildo parted my cunt. I lowered myself, slowly...fully. It was easy after all those vibrators. My sense of balance was a bit unsteady, so Thomas held one hand as I began raising and lowering myself. I decided that I was really enjoying this. Who was I kidding? I knew that I was enjoying this ever since I had dropped my bra. I looked at each of the men briefly, their eyes not watching mine, but rather at my sex. That is, until I came to Steven. He looked right into my eyes and mouthed the words, "I love you." What an occasion for that.

I concentrated on the fullness of the dildo and increased my tempo. I didn't care who said "time," I wasn't stopping. I began to pant..., then grunt... as the orgasm began building. Thomas moved behind me and steadied me by cupping my breasts, and I didn't care. My orgasm was just about to trigger when Thomas had the good sense to squeeze my nipples, and I gave into my desire, screaming I don't know what. As the last of my orgasms subsided, I stepped off the dildo, and sat on the table. I pried the dildo loose from the table and handed it to Thomas, who looked ecstatic with his purchase. At least, I hoped it was a purchase. I hadn't been paying attention to their order forms of late.

Lou was a good host, and made a quick errand to get me a towel which I used to clean up with. That was probably the most embarrassing part of this experience, rubbing a towel over my sex and down my legs in front of them. Cleaning up had always been something I did in the bathroom, by myself, but the boys just talked over it. When I finished, they got quiet. They were probably wondering if the show was over. I thought it probably should be. But just as I was thinking that, Max, the baby of the bunch, walked quickly over to a bag and withdrew an item. "The rules, you know. As long as we keep pulling stuff out, you have to demonstrate." A deal was a deal, and, heck, I was still turned on. I looked over at Steven, who held his head in his hands, wiping the sweat off his forehead. I supposed they were all pretty well worked up.

When I returned my eyes to Max, he was holding the package in front of me. Well, this would be different. The other men couldn't see what Max had chosen, so I explained. "Okay, guys. Turnabout is finally fair play. Big Max here is going to have to drop his pants." Everyone laughed. "This is what is called a cock ring. It does two things. It constricts your cock, which keeps it hard for longer. Also, this particular set includes 7 rings, each with various textures that would please your partner during sex. As I mentioned, you can't try this on me, but I'll at least fit you." Max, to my surprise, had already lowered his pants and his underwear quickly followed.

This was a sight. "Big Max" was right. I turned him profile to the group, with the desired effect upon Steven so that he could compare his own 6 inches to this 8 or 9 inch tiger. I had to kneel to do this right, and I had no doubt that the men were thinking blow job. Let them think what they wanted. The cock rings varied in size, and they were to be placed in a small strap that would keep them spaced properly. I held the strip along the top of his cock, and began working the largest of the rings down the length of his cock. Excuse me. His hard, veiny, and very hot cock.

When I pressed the ring back as far as it would go, his cock swelled enormously. I grabbed the second of the rings and began working it, first over his fully enlarged head and then towards the base of his cock. The heat from his cock was amazing. And the way it was all stretched tight, I have to admit, did make me want to give it more than an idle lick. But, no. That would be a bad idea. There was just a little farther to go when my I felt his cock shudder, then a stream of cum struck my face. I was only stunned for a second and then tried to move out of the way, but Max turned with me, showering my face with his cum. He had pretty well sprayed my nose and my eyes, and I had to wipe them clear. The silence of the moment was broken suddenly by the noise of the men, who had all left their seats for a closer look.

Steven, thankfully, took the lead to control the situation. "Guys, we're all pretty well pent up here. Hayley, if we promise to buy one of whatever's left in the boxes, and tip you on top of that, you wouldn't mind the rest of us cumming, would you?" THIS was helping? I couldn't believe it!

My brain started to raise an objection, but if it's possible, conscious thought stopped. They mistook my silence for permission, and Steven was among the first to lower his pants and start stroking his cock. The others gathered around me. Eight of them, with Max watching. Max's cock had been the first cock I'd seen other than my husband's since...well, since another guy had seen me naked in college. It had been a long time. And here I was, surrounded by variety. Short, long, thick and thin. Straight, curved, hairy and almost bare. Small balls and...huge ones. Oh my. Lou looked loaded. But they were all bright red, with pronounced veins on the shafts, swollen heads that looked about to pop, and openings which were already wet. Pre-cum. Turned on by me, a married housewife.

I was afraid of where this could end up, but Steven was here. Control remained the issue, but it was like inviting my own doom. "Go ahead and step closer! Surely some of you would like me to help." I reached to my sides, and grabbed two cocks, one of which was Lou's. Steven could just stroke himself silly. I wasn't giving him any help. The cocks felt wonderfully thick, warm, and...alive. It was hard to divert my attention from their raging hard-ons, but I looked to see Steven, still with the wicked grin, but with a distant look in his eyes, as he was staring at my breasts, or perhaps the cum that had dripped on them.

"Big tips...boys." My voice faltered as Steven shot into my hair and on my shoulder. He hadn't cum for a week, and his goo seemed to coat me like a blanket. My fault, I suppose, for not emptying him earlier. A hot splash hit me on my cheek, and I turned to see Hugh's cock blasting his white goo towards me, little trails arching in the air towards me. Then the bottom dropped out. Cum was coming from everywhere, and I was caught between watching these men's cocks and closing my eyes to avoid their cum. The smell of cum seemed to permeate the room, or did it? My face was coated. I probably couldn't smell a rose if they held it up to me.

The men had been shouting all sorts of things that I had never thought I would hear directed to me... "bitch," "cum covered slut," "bay-beeeee." I supposed that this was their way of saying that this was their fantasy, too. But as they emptied their cocks, some semblance of reason took hold, and they backed away from me a little bit. As I stood, I realized that they just wanted a better look. Or if they had ideas of touching, maybe they just didn't want to get their hands wet. I wiped cum from my face, but it felt super sticky in my hands, so I wiped my hand off on a breast, which was already wet enough. They thought I was teasing them, and, it turned out I was, as a string of cum dangled from my nipple. I couldn't help but laugh, so I wiped some more cum onto a finger and made a show of it by admiring the dangling goo before I wiped it off, over acting my search for a dry spot to wipe it off. What a mess. I asked for the towel, which Lou found tucked away behind Steven. Surely Steven hadn't tried to hide it. I noticed that the guys' dicks were slowly getting harder, and I had to regain control before...

I wiped my face and hands off with the towel, then wrapped it around myself like a bath towel. Steven, at last, did something to help my situation, and pulled his pants up. The others seemed to follow his lead at that, at least.

Now it was time for an accounting, and the men found their lists. The towel fell off as I tried to select their orders from my stock, which Steven and Hugh had brought in from the car. I found my panties, and pulled them up, my juices quickly wetting them. I hadn't sold anything in the nude before, but, standing there, almost naked, with dried cum here and there, well, most everywhere, seemed to keep their interest. I raked a hand through my hair, finding some wet cum with my fingers, Steven's probably, and wiped it on my breast, then smoothed it out to dry. I had their attention. "A deal is a deal, gentlemen."

The total was just over $8,000, by far a record. I had sold about $3500 in products, which was excellent for a group of 8. I was definitely going home with some spending money.

Lou asked if I would promise to do another show, in lieu of whatever arrangements I had made to pay his wife for hosting. Steven didn't object, so I said, "Sure. But the same rules." It quickly became unlikely that Lou was going to arrange another group, however, as his wife arrived home with a friend to see me packing my boxes, bare breasted, and the smell of cum obvious in the air. And, if she couldn't smell the cum, I was sure she could figure out what the sticky stuff on her hardwood floors was all by herself. Her friend almost fainted, and retreated out the door.

Steven and I were the last ones to leave. Lou's driveway was relatively private from the street, and I couldn't wait any longer. Steven was just starting his car, parked a ways behind mine. I bent over my trunk, raised my skirt, and looked over my shoulder in invitation. His car started, he turned on the headlights, and then I heard the opening and shutting of the car door. Blinded, I heard only footsteps and a slight "zip" before I felt him enter me. Hard. Wonderfully Hard. You just can't buy a toy quite like that, but this thought was interrupted by the pleasure of my husband filling me and the sound of a slammed door somewhere deep in the house.

Comments and suggestions are desired, especially from those who have shared it with their spouses. It would only take a few moments to make an author very happy...

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JayDee_DunnJayDee_Dunn9 months ago

As an ex Tupperware rep… BRILLIANT

AnonymousAnonymousover 5 years ago

loved your story! thanks so much!

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 10 years ago
Great ending

I love when both sexes lose there better judgement to their thoughts of sexual desired!!

albertaboyalbertaboyabout 12 years ago
woiw

That was awesome. I would love to attend one of your parties.

aznakedaznakedover 12 years ago
You do great work

This is good stuff. I'm a fan. This is my second story of yours and I'll be reading more.

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