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WIFE GETS WILD

We went to my company party a few nights back. Lisa, my wife was by far the hottest babe
there. She works out regularly at the gym, and has always had a hot body. She is 5'5" and weighs around 125-30 lbs.

She is not too big in the boob area, but her tits are firm and perfect with wonerful nipples. She has puffy nipples and they really stick out. I can hang my car keys on them and know they will be there when it is time to leave, or I can suck them between my lips and stimulate them to engorge and harden between my lips.
 
Anyway, this was Lisa's first time meeting the people I work with. For some reason, a lot of the
wives did not show up. (maybe they knew something I did not know.) As the evening passed, I
was told by some of the guys that these parties could get pretty raunchy. "That" as I was told, was
the reason only a few of the wives turned out. I toyed with the idea of warning Lisa, but decided
she could take care of herself. She has always had her ways of putting guys in their place. And
except for the times at the X rated theatres, she has been pretty effective at keeping them in line.
(that is another story.)
 
As far as I knew, I was the first guy for Lisa. I am relatively certain she had led a fairly sheltered
life before we got married. I have found out that she can and does get pretty wild at times. But it
seems all the circumstances have to be just right. And it has always seemed that if I tried to plan
anything, something would always happen to fuck it up. The stuff I did not plan was always the
wildest. Maybe that was what made it so hot. The fact it was kind of beyond either Lisa's or my
control.
 
Anyway, the evening wore on and everyone was getting pretty rowdy. I was getting pretty
shitfaced. Lisa was definitely the hit of the party. The 3 other wives that were there were OK, but
they were no match for Lisa. I had convinced Lisa to wear a hot dress. She could not wear a bra
with it. It was kind of a summer type dress, and it would fly up when she was dancing and getting
twirled around. I had been keeping an eye on her as she was asked to dance by about every guy
at the party. There were probably 25 guys at the party and only Lisa and the other 3 wives. It
always seemed to be that way. Why were there always more guys than girls?
 
Lisa was taking a break and sitting by me and I was trying to get fresh with her. Everyone was
having a good time. I knew there were about 25 sets of eyes on me as I was making out with my
wife on the sofa. The lights were dim and the other 3 wives were on the dance floor. The rest of
the guys were hanging around the food and booze table. I was working my hand up under Lisa's
dress and I managed to get my fingers under her panties before she pulled away. The only
problem was, I accidentally tore her panties off her as she stood up. She turned to look at me
sitting there with her panties in my hand and she cracked up laughing. "I hope you're happy now
Mr. Smarty-pants," she said. We both laughed and she went back on the dance floor. The song
she was dancing to was a fast one and she spun around several more times. From where I was
sitting, even though it was dark in the dance area, I could catch glimpses of her pussy as she spun
around. I knew other guys could see the same thing. I especially knew this because I saw several
of them nudging each other and nodding in Lisa's direction.
 
I continued to drink and soon found myself nodding off on the couch. I would open my eyes every
once in a while and see some of the guys openly admiring Lisa as she spun from time to time on
the dance floor. They would look at her, then glance over at me to make sure I was still out.
Actually, this did a lot to make me sober up. I realized I could have some fun in this situation.
Where I was sitting was actually hard to see my eyes clearly and because my head was laying
back, most thought I was passed out.
 
Someone announced they were going to play a version of musical chairs to see who got to dance
with the girls. Lisa came over to see if I was going to get in on the game, and I kind of rolled my
eyes open then shut and she (like the rest) assumed I was pretty much out of it. She walked back
over to the group and Ron was explaining the rules. All of the guys would sit facing out in a circle.
The girls would circle around the chairs and when the music stopped they had to sit on the lap of
the first guy they could. Since there were 23 guys sitting in a circle it was easy to begin with. Each
time, the guy whose lap was used would move out of the circle until it got down to less guys than
girls. The final 4 guys eventually got to dance with the girls for the next song.
 
I know I was shitfaced, but this was clearly a way to have the girls sit on laps and maybe grope
them, and nothing more. I was having trouble keeping from laughing, but it was important I
seemed passed out. They turned the lights up just a bit, and the music started. Around and
  around the girls went. The music stopped and boom, the girls dove for the nearest lap. In the
process I could see the guys reach and cup boobs and run their hands up legs and you name it.
Lisa was walking around where I could see her and the music stopped. In an instant she was on
Jerrys lap. She sat there and he began humping up and down and acting like he was having an
orgasm. Everyone was laughing and enjoyed the show. Jerrys hands were busy trying to get under
Lisa's dress and she was managing to fend them off fairly well. A couple of times, I saw her pussy
hair before the music started again. She stood, helped by Jerrys hands cupping her boobs and
pushing her up. Around she went again.
 
Then I noticed Fred had unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock. He kind of cupped his hands
around it, and at a glance it looked like he just had his hand cupped in his lap. Around the corner
came Lisa. The music stopped and she backed into Freds lap. I know she did not see his cock
before she leaned forward to sit on his lap. As she was dropping to his lap, I saw his hands pull
her dress up in the back and she sat down. Talk about a perfect aim. I am assuming Lisa was
pretty wet anyway from all that had been going on. But the look on her face was incredible. Her
eyes got the size of hubcaps as Fred held her in place with his hands on her hips. She immediately
tried to jump off his cock which I knew was in her cunt. But everytime she tried to get up he
would pull her back and say "wait for the music". Taking the cue, Dennis decided to change the
record and announced it would be a second. In the meantime, Lisa was doing everything she
could to get off Fred's cock. She did not want to make a scene in front of the rest of them, and
she did not think the other wives knew about what Fred was doing. All of her jostling about and
her attempts to get up merely succeeded in her raising up and sitting down and up and down and
so on and so forth and I watched as Fred's eyes kind of rolled back in his head and he pulled her
onto his cock finally and held her firmly there. I am certain he was pumping his cum into her.
Lisa's eyes were looking back and forth like she was looking for an escape route. Most of the
other guys knew what was going on and were watching intently. The other wives were laughing
and giggling and I am pretty sure oblivious to what Fred was doing to my wife. Finally, I saw
Freds hands drop from Lisa's waist. I knew he had filled her with cum. A few moments later and
the music started again. Lisa got up and walked around in a sort of trance.
 
Soon the eliminations were done, and Lisa and the other 3 girls chose their partners. The song
was a slow one and Lisa was dancing with Dennis. He is one of 3 black guys that work in our
area of the plant. He is probably the biggest too. Lisa is very fair skinned and next to Dennis, she
stood out. Her dress was light Yellow too, so they were easy to see on the dance floor. The 4
couples were over in a corner of the dance floor and it was as if they had all moved into one small
area. Pretty soon, 3 of the couples kind of moved away and I saw why they had grouped up. The
other 3 wives and their partners had been looking at Lisa who was on her knees with Dennis' cock
in her mouth. I nearly sat bolt upright. I could see Dennis was cupping the back of Lisa's head
and pulling her head toward his cock. He was looking down at her as he fucked her mouth. It
looked like she was trying to push away, but she was clearly no match for Dennis. Soon I saw his
head fly back and he started jerking. It was obvious he was shooting his load in her mouth.
        Damn, I was glad I had the forethought to put a pillow on my lap. I had the biggest hardon I had
ever had in my life. It looked like Dennis was pumping a gallon down Lisa's throat. Then he
released his hold on her head, and she kind of slumped back against the wall. I could hear her
gasping to get her breath. She coughed a couple of times and I saw her lean forward and get to
her feet. She walked over toward me wiping the back of her hand against her mouth. She was
swaying from one side to the other. Before she got to where I was seated, the next song began
and she was whisked back onto the dance floor.
 
Someone handed her a drink as she danced and she drank it down. I could hear her laughing
again. I was surprised. I also heard one of the other wives talking to her husband telling she
thought it was disgusting and they should leave right away. He was doing his best to keep peace
and agree while at the same time he was trying to get her to stay so he could at least watch. Lisa
was the only wife there that was getting this attention. Of course I was the only husband there that
was passed out as well.
 
Lisa was caressed and groped and fingered and had her dress pulled up more times than I could
count. Eventually the other wives all became aware of what was going on and they demanded
their husbands take them home. ( I know for a fact they were all groped as well, but not like Lisa.
) With them gone, it was only seconds before I saw Lisa pulled across an ottoman. In no time, I
saw a cock buried in her mouth and one in her cunt. From that point on it was take turns. The
lights had been turned up where they were working her over and in between guys I eventually
could see her cunt was filled to overflowing with cum. Then I saw another ass pounding away.
Then another, and another. Chuck was telling Jerry that her ass was super tight. Then Jerry was
on her. I assumed he had his cock in her ass too. She had a cock in her mouth non stop, and I
lost track of how many guys came in her mouth. But I could hear her swallowing loudly and knew
she was taking it all the way.
 
Eventually the guys began leaving. It was quite late. I finally saw Lisa head off to the bathroom
and a while later come out and tell the remaining few she had to get her hubby home. Dennis, the
big black guy talked her into one more blow job for the road. She set her purse down and laid her
coat over the arm of a chair and reaching over she unzipped his pants and bent over and took his
      cock in her mouth. She jacked him off with her hand and kept the end of his cock in her mouth.
Soon I saw him tense and jerk a few time and I saw her swallowing all the while her cheeks were
sucked in like she was really sucking him dry.
 
"Thats all folks" she said as she gathered up her purse and coat. She asked if a couple of the guys
could give her a hand getting me to out car. They did, and with me in the passengers seat and Lisa
who was now fairly sober acting behind the wheel, I watched as Jerry stood outside our car on
her side and jacked off. As he was getting close I heard him say, "Ok, get ready" and Lisa who
had rolled the window down leaned out and opened her mouth wide. She was inches from the end
of his cock as it started to shoot. He quickly moved forward and she stayed glued to the end of his
cock until he pulled away with a deflated cock. "Thanks babe" he said as she started the car and
backed out of the driveway.
 
The next morning, I questioned her about what happened. The boys got a little carried away, she
told me, and I got felt up a few times on the dance floor, but they were all pretty well behaved she
said.
 
One of these days, she will tell me really what happened. Until then, I guess I will have to get her
into more situations like that one just to see when she will finally tell me.

A HALLUCINOGEN LOVE STORY

Here is a story about the love fantacies of a boy taking halusinogenic drugs, but also the the teller of the story seems to be high on some psychoactive stuff. The store and the text is not exciting or amusing, but maybe interesting.

This love story is one of those fall in love stories. about a boy who was only 17 and that pushed little white pills into his mouth every day and tripped on mushrooms and thought hallucogenics made him beautiful, especially in front of mirrors where his little world whited out and his face disappeared and he talked to mouths that slipped into ink silhouettes and dripped down in the air to a puddle where he couldn't really talk, no, and the nights in bed with psychedelic flower petals making flowers on the purple curtian rim and how he'd draw them later and tape the pen and paper ink to his walls. like a drug museum and he had a beautiful face where other girls with lined eyes and generous dipped t-shirt seams kissed him like a play toy with metallic in beautiful pupils and carcinogenic chemicals for heartbeat[en fists] and the inebriation. beer bottles and pot tickled him gently alone against walls inside rooms like tea lights on cupcakes with one too many a cup for intoxication and he drank them so unstoppingly.

about a boy who was addicted to drugs. and a girl in plastic gloves, fingers tucked inside her mouth for throwing up, her world about an eating disorder. closed doors and tile floors and the purification like a single color in a paint box of intoxicating her body with air just to throw it up throw it up [throw things away] throw it up in porcelain and plastic bags. she fell asleep on the good days, passed out on the bad, bled softly on the days in between.

chalkboard emaciation, everything fuzzed out and white like between the black spot checkerboard where she sat along the cracks and didn't eat and thought ripped up skin looked a little more delicate when it shelled like easter eggs in pale white comparison, a faint skin complexion and lips [tiny movement to] fond farewell food. like moth wings folding in and closing up and falling to sleep. about a girl addicted inside a pale fever of throwing up and starving her tiny way.

and she didn't really know she'd build her world around a boy but he took her across the street before winter and at a park they slightly watched each other watching the sunset and later they fell in love and kissed in backseats and touched eye lash to eye lash before lips to stomach skin. and paper poems folded in between their hands in hallways, tiny almost-fall-asleeps to the cds she gave to him and her wall with the pen pictures he drew for her, and after christmas he still sipped up his little white pills while she threw up against the shower walls and it was like see-through balloons slipping up into an un-pleated grey fold of sky for drifting away to somewhere, somewhere they'd search so hard for.

and they were so delicate and things like that were beautiful, there was some paper elegancy with inking control and gorgeous perception to the arch of lids for tear duct lubrication to the water pools pulling down ink across each face, the little bit of gorgeous in sadness and holding onto the kneel down before pressed up to the fall apart face down. she kissed his mouth, his tongue sifted hers.

She was a sex toy off limits before with all the other boys. and now he kissed her so newly where his lips were pure touched butterflies and this story was about love. love enough that they worried so much for eachother, building up worlds to melt down, what if's, and what if there was no heaven where he used his painkillers like it'd stop her starving and she pressed her fingers to gag reflex like it'd stop his drugged perception. that night she might have ached so bad, under the curve of her throat where she held up the tears and teared them down like a new month's mix to his thoughts in mind.

[he][she]couldn't figure out what made them so unsafe, so fragile; it was a miniature lullaby when they realized the destruction between circle point and circle point [his drugs; her non eating addiction] and they fell into arms and "promise you", "promise" they said like oil puddles on street tar confessions, promised on her couch at night while her parents slept and they promised if it was going to Be For Eachother they'd each have to take the little [the big, god so big] step to Be Okay.

and there was a "no, no, don't let me be okay" in the initial, the letting go of addiction but she'd let go everything about her body, about puking starvation just to keep his face from turning away to hide in something so un-okay. it was a figureout about so much love, and she knew so much he'd do the same. he loved her she loved him and it wasn't about breaking up hallelujahs or paper clipping fingertips. it wasn't a story about Oh Well, for Okay. it was a story hanging on a delicate line with self feelings so fragile but they fragiled together each piece to In Love, they were so in love and nobody'd feel this way about eachother like they did. [like we do]

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