Teen Bride Charna Dates...

"Can they see your tits now?"

"Only by seeing through my top. You picked this sheer one."

"Don't you like it?"

"You know I do...oohh god Dick move your finger faster...their eyes are burning my tits."

"Take it off for them."

"Ooohh god honey ok...oohh god Dick I love this...honey, it's in my purse."

"You hold your skirt up so Dick can finger fuck you and feel your tits too."

"Ooohh god my nipples are so sensitive...oohh god Dick's touching them...he wants to let them come on my tits...ooohh damn this is good...he wants me to stroke their cocks honey...oohh god oohh Dick oohh god I love you oohhh god ooohhh honey ooohh I'm coming oohhh all these guys ooohh god honey they are watching me come ooohhh it's sooooo dirty."

Each of their dates was entirely based on sex. I loved selecting the clothes she would wear for each of her dates with Dick, and she never wore more than a skirt and top and two shoes. Sometimes she wore a dress and two shoes. The risk associated with the behavior I had already approved escalated each time. Their first date at Don's house had no likelihood anybody would catch them doing anything, but as their affair continued Dick would expose Charna in increasingly more public areas. Dick stripped Charna in buses, glass-enclosed hotel elevators, taxis, convenience stores, clubs, outdoor concerts, adult bookstores and theaters, college libraries, and of course in his car. She was almost always starkers when she was in his car, and he generally had a towel placed on her seat so she wouldn't discolor the fabric with her pussy juice.

He and the man he picked to share her with would fuck her in places where it became almost certain they would be seen. As their dating continued, it became unusual for her to return without telling me who had watched them while Dick and my other work colleague fucked her. Dick has a lot of performer in him, and Charna has a tremendous exhibitionistic streak in her. The nastier it gets when other people are seeing her, the more pleasure she feels. Each time she walked out the door I knew there was a decent chance both of them would end in jail, but the reward far exceeded the risk for all three of us. The risk was an aphrodisiac in and of itself.

I always had the recorder ready when she was on a date with Dick, and I have many recordings of conversations I was having with her while somebody else was fucking her. Dick almost always made her talk to me on the phone while he fucked her. I bought him a speakerphone as a gift for his first date with her, so my recordings while she was on a date with Dick are great because I can hear both of them. He always plugged it in to any nearby phone jack if he could, and I always made Charna thank him for me because he was so considerate that way.

Of all the purchases I have ever made at anytime in my life, my cassette recorder, the speakerphones I gave Dick and the one in our bedroom, and Dick's camcorder gave me the best value for the money. Our marriage bed has been immeasurably more interesting because of these three technology marvels. Later in Dallas we added a cell phone to our technology kit, and Charna in sexy clothes plus these communications tools have enabled me to see, hear and feel her excitement in a realistic way. I love being able to so closely share the great sex my wife, who I couldn't possibly love more than I do, is getting outside her marriage bed.

She always returned home well fucked after a date with Dick, but she would still enjoy everything I could give her. I would fuck her for as long as I could keep going, and if I could have gone longer she would have loved it. Dick always kept her overnight, and she always had come in her cunt from Dick and at least one other guy. While I fucked her, she would relate how the men on her date had used her cunt and her mouth. If Don had been the other man Dick had given her cunt to, she brought the pictures home with her. She always brought the videotape with her, and I made copies for Dick and whoever else had fucked her.

For Christmas during our second year of marriage, I gave each of the guys who had fucked her a framed, signed photograph. Each photograph showed Charna sitting beside my work colleague or my longtime friend. Charna was totally naked with her pussy spread and my friend was the only other person in the picture. My friends were fully clothed sitting next to her, sometimes feeling her tit and sometimes not. One picture was taken in a hospital waiting room, one with them sitting on a park bench. Others were taken in a bar booth, in a taxicab, on a bus, at a bus stop, in a train station, in an office building lobby, in the front row of a college lecture hall, in a tree house, in the cab of an 18-wheeler, and in the lobby of an X-rated theater. Charna wrote a very personal note on each one, and each note personally thanked them for the pleasure she had received from the fucking she had been lucky enough to receive from them. She signed them all, "Kirk's wife, Charna." Several of these were prominently displayed on desks at work

Only one of the guys I worked with became a problem. He was a little weasel anyway and I don't know why Dick let him fuck her. He was the latest one Dick had let fuck her, with my grudging approval, and I had just given the Christmas photos to everybody when he started in on me. He said anybody must be able to fuck her better than I could, and if she was his wife he wouldn't let her fuck around. I said he was full of shit and told him to cool it. When he didn't, I decked him and went into his office to pick up the picture I had just given him. It was the only time I ever talked to Dick directly about the way he could use Charna, but I told him that chicken shit little bastard was not to ever get near her again. He never did. All the rest of the guys at work loved fucking my wife and some of them even thought our marriage lifestyle was cool. All of them knew both Charna and I got off by them fucking her so much. As long as the comments didn't insult Charna, I loved overhearing conversations about how they had used her pussy. They knew I told Charna what they said at work, so they often spoke loudly when they wanted me to tell her very specific nasty things. I always did because it turned Charna on so much. They knew Charna told me about them too, and sometimes she would come home from a date with specific comments she had been directed to relay to me. It was all about sexual pleasure and good-natured fun, and since we all enjoyed it...well, where was the harm?

I'm sure some of the guys that might have liked to fuck her didn't even try because they were not outgoing enough or they were already married or even (yikes) their religious beliefs were strong enough to avoid the temptation. She didn't have to worry about pencil dicks or limp, floppy cocks because the guys that owned them would have to live down the picture proof at work. Everybody knew Dick was the gatekeeper to Charna's pussy; and that in order to be allowed to fuck her the price was being photographed.

We had discovered the magazines Gallery and Variations during the time we were engaged, and our interest continued to escalate in the early part of our marriage. We loved reading the stories about wives being fucked by other men. We also loved looking at the "Girl Next Door" photographs in Gallery, and we both enjoyed many orgasms while talking about submitting her pictures so millions of men could beat off seeing her beautiful shaved cunt. On her eighth date with Dick, he questioned her about whether she would like to have her naked picture in a dirty magazine. She eventually admitted we had spoken often about it and that we both loved the idea. Dick was a man who got things done, and within a week he had made her ask for my permission, then he submitted a set of 30 pictures to Gallery. The tamest had her fully open while cupping her tits, the rawest showed her fucking Don. Three months later her tamest picture was in Gallery, but it was still the hottest picture in that issue. The caption by the picture said, "Charna, photographed by her lover and her husband's best friend, Dick."

After their twelfth date, while I was in her, she said, "Dick wants...oohh god honey this is sooo nasty...he wants all your friends to be able to use your wife's cunt...ooohhh god I'm his slut and your wife...he wants to let them use my cunt...ooohh honey fuck my cunt...can they use my cunt anytime they want? He wanted me to ask you...ooohhh god honey what are you going to say...oooohhh god oohhh will you give your permission for them to come over anytime...ooohhh god fuck me fuck me...whenever they want to fuck me."

"Not while I'm there...uuunnnggg damn...and not on weekends... And no new guys... uunngg your cunt is so tight...and you have to stay naked all the time... and you can't go anywhere with them...uunnnngg god I'll come home everyday to a full pussy...and you have to turn on the cassette recorder each time...uunngg you're going to be getting fucked all the time. Call Dick and tell him."

Charna had Dick on the line in less than a minute. "Dick honey, Kirk said ok...Ooohhhh god ooohhh honey fuck me ooohh god I love your cock... You can tell all of them they can come over to fuck me whenever they want...Ooohh Dick honey I'll finally get enough of your cock. You'll come over to fuck me a lot won't you?...Oohhh god I'll be getting fucked so much. I love their cocks...that's it pinch my nipples hard...ooohh for god's sake oohhh honey oooohhhh god ooohhh ooohhhh ooohhh it's so nasty oooohhh god I'm coming oooohh god oooohhh ooohhh I love the way you oohhh god fuck me."

Sure enough, until we moved to Dallas my friends would show up anytime that I was gone. Our office was an engineering office, and most of us were professional engineers. Every one of the guys Dick had let fuck my beautiful wife was an engineer, so it wasn't difficult for them to leave for an hour during the day. Our working hours were somewhat discretionary, and since Don was our section manager and he liked to "visit" my wife as much as anybody, Charna's cunt was exercised several times each workday. Since I was usually home on the weekends, her cunt was comparatively rested—albeit undoubtedly unwillingly—two days per week unless Dick took her out on a date. I usually fucked her twice on Saturday and twice on Sunday, but she was becoming accustomed to much more.

When it first started I wondered if she could take the pounding. When we moved I wondered if she actually had a limit to her lust. Whatever anatomical organ produces pussy juice must have been quadruple sized in Charna. If there was ever a girl that the word insatiable applied to, Charna was that girl. In that four-month period, except for weekends, I never fucked her without another load in her cunt. We fucked at least twice a day, and while we fucked I would find out whose sperm my cock was using as a lubricant. We would listen to the cassettes as I fucked her, and she would add her own commentary.. Sometimes they would be there in pairs, and she loved giving head while being fucked. Toward the end it became the norm for all six of my colleagues to show up at different times every day. She always let them in while she was nude, she stayed nude, and she let them out while she was nude. She was still nude when I got home, and she wouldn't shower until after I fucked her. I liked smelling her, feeling her, hearing her, seeing her and tasting her after her daily fucks with my friends.

Despite the fun we had in Denver, there was no doubt my career goals were being adversely affected by our brand of recreational sex. I knew we couldn't stay in Denver, so a friend and I had submitted a business plan to open a structural engineering firm in Dallas. While in college, he and I had talked about opening a firm someday, and he had moved to Dallas right after graduation. He had contacted me to say he was ready, and when I responded favorably it didn't really take that long for it to happen.

Once I had given notice and they all knew their great piece of ass was on her way out of town, the entire office was in shock. Dick asked Charna to ask me if he could use her cunt on my last day of work. Dick had also given notice, but he wasn't moving to Dallas. He was headed for Silicon Valley. He told her he wanted to throw an "office party" for all her "intimate acquaintances". She also said he had requested that I let him do all the planning and that we trust him. He said he wanted it to be a surprise for Charna, but since neither Charna nor I would know it would be a surprise for both of us. I immediately approved his request, and then I told Charna I was almost sure she was going to be gangbanged. She loved the idea, and each night when I fucked her she would make guesses as to what Dick had planned for her cunt.

Dick and all my other friends were gone from the office much more than usual that last month before we left, and each night I would find out they had been to our apartment. I was walking down the hall one day and I was sure I heard Charna's voice in Walt's office. I opened the door and both Walt and Scott were talking to Charna—on Walt's speakerphone. It didn't take long to figure out that somebody was fucking her at the time. I could have recognized the moans and oh gods from Mars, and it was evident that this conversation was exciting for all of them. I entered without invitation and quietly listened. Don was fucking Charna at my apartment on my wedding bed using my speakerphone and Don was using my wife's cunt as the three of us listened. I was immediately hard. Walt and Scott were actively questioning Charna, and I could hear the pleasure in her voice as she was forced to undergo this confession of sin. Don wasn't much of a talker, so the conversation consisted of Charna describing what Don was doing to her, how good it felt, how good it felt when Walt or Scott fucked her, etc. This was the standard banter I loved when I fucked her, but this time there was an added edge because Walt and Scott were constantly asking specific and very pointed questions using all the nasty words she loved so much. As soon as Don exploded his seed into Charna's cunt, by which time she had willingly confessed to three powerful orgasms, Walt and Scott said they were on the way. As they walked out the door, I thought this company might have gone under if I hadn't decided to move Charna away.

That night I listened to the cassette she had recorded when Don fucked her as she talked to Walt and Scott. I told her I had listened at the office, and that I wanted her to call me from now on—I could inform everybody so we could all listen. For about the last three weeks we were in Denver, she would call me a couple of times per day while she was being fucked and I would connect any of the six who answered yes to the question, "Charna's on line 3. Can you pick up?" We didn't get any work done while she was being fucked, and I throbbed from hearing her and all the comments being made while she was getting it. I had been stimulated by Charna's verbalization for a long time, and I think each of my co-workers were beginning to understand how exciting it could be to listen to somebody get fucked. We all love to watch Charna, and there is no doubt she is one of the most beautiful women in the world, but the enthusiasm and passion in her verbal accounts of fucking were so unique as to be singular. Each of them talked to her about the big party while they fucked her, but except for Dick—who wouldn't tell—none of them knew any more than Charna and I did.

Dick asked me directly if I was worried about burning bridges before I left. His question was somewhat work related, but I knew it didn't have anything to do with work—it had to do with Charna. I knew the answer he wanted, and since it was also more truthful than not, I said the company would never give me a good recommendation so he could do whatever he wanted. He replied that he was in the same boat, which I knew wasn't true, but I also knew he could write his own ticket he was such a great engineer. I played along with his game. Whatever it was, I knew Charna would love it. He handed me the clothes Charna had worn the night Dick first fucked her—the clothes he had kept on the rear view mirror in his car since. He requested me directly to have her wear them to the office about noon on Friday. I didn't know exactly what was going on, but I knew all six of my work buddies who regularly fucked Charna were taking Friday afternoon off, supposedly to give me a going away party. Since I wasn't invited to go anywhere and because there was never any effort to prevent me from overhearing anything about Charna, I knew they were actually going to take Charna out on a date. All of them. Dick had been planning the night for a month, and I knew that she would come home with a full pussy and some great stories.

I told Charna to be especially exhibitionistic in my office—to let the people I work with see how slutty she could be. There wasn't much that could be done to her blouse to make her tits any more obvious—after all, it was extremely sheer and her tits were on full display when she wore it. Alterations could be made on her wrap-around skirt, however, and I asked her to take it to a tailor to 'let her show more.' I was leaving because of the wall put up preventing advancement, and that wall was placed there not because of my job performance, but rather because of my wife's sex life. If I was being hung for a horse thief, well ... you know.

Charna was as beautiful than any actress or a model I have ever seen, so when she walked into the office about 11:45 I could see shock, lust, awe and jealousy reflected in every eye. Her tits were clearly visible beneath her sheer blouse, and her nipples were fully erect. In the two years we had known each other, her tits had gone from a B cup to a C cup without losing any firmness. When she had given it to Dick, her wrap-around skirt enabled her to show off her pussy if she really tried. After the alterations, her skirt enabled her to hide her pussy if she really tried. She didn't try. When she walked, her shaved pussy was easily visible every other step. Her hair was beautifully done, she had on a nice pearl necklace (I thought to myself that it might be, as referenced by ZZ Top, the first of many), her high heels were thin and tall, and her perfume was powerfully appealing. She was a wet dream realized.

She strutted up the hall and went into the office of each guy whose prick had been repeatedly inside her cunt. Several of us followed, and we watched her give her usual open-mouthed kiss and full-body embrace to each of them. Walt openly grabbed her tits while she kissed him and she just kept on kissing for as long as he felt her up. There were probably 10 guys following her from office to office when the weasel, and that was the name I always called him even to his face, came out of his office to see if he could join in all the fun. I told him to get in his office and stay there until she was gone or I would hurt him worse than the last time. He slithered back into his hole.

Dick's office was the last she entered. He greeted her with his typical passionate French kiss, and Charna's returned his kiss with the fervor she reserved for Dick only. Their cock to cunt height match enabled them to dry fuck in a manner that was nearly unique to them, and they put that capability on display for all of their audience. Charna's arms were around Dick's neck, and Dick's hands were pulling Charna's ass onto his hard on with strength. Her legs were spread about a foot, and I knew her cunt was grinding on his erection. I had listened to her admission that Dick was her favorite dance partner many times. It had nothing to do with his rhythm or his coordination, it had to do with his ability to make my wife orgasm by dry fucking her on the dance floor. Charna's breathing had quickened considerably, her moans of pleasure became more soulful, and her movements had become more urgent when Dick quit kissing her to whisper in her ear.