Then, it was my turn to show what I had. I pranced back and forth on the bed, starting my warmup; then I began undulating my hips while I slowly slid my coverup down. When it got below my hips, I let it fall to the bed. Next, I started shaking my tits and slid my loose-fitting tunic off my shoulders and down my sides to below my hips where it fell the rest of the way. This brought more applause and catcalls. A few more shakes of my bare boobs and then I began undulating my hips as I slowly removed the baggy underpants. This received still more applause and shouting.
Next I danced before them giving them bumps and grinds. I repeated my little dance so that I had done it once for my north, east, south, and west admirers. Then, the MC announced that it was starting time.
I selected the guy with the biggest cock to lay on his back on the bed. I then crawled aboard and impaled myself on what looked like nine inches of meat stick and then some. I directed one of the guys with a smaller cock, less than eight inches, to my ass. He didn't hesitate and soon I was enjoying both of my lower orifices being completely filled. I felt extreme pleasure that was just on the edge of being painful. Initially I was excited by the thought of the audience watching the spectacle of my being penetrated by two large black cocks, but now I was in a more hedonistic place of not caring about anything except the internal massages I was receiving. I couldn't take much of this and soon I was crying out in the ecstasy of a huge orgasm.
This was the way the whole evening went. I'm sure I had triple digit orgasms by the time the three hours expired. All my vaginal violators had ejaculated, and the last anal violator was moaning and groaning as the three hours expired. I told him he could finish, and after a few more strokes his ejaculate stimulated my final orgasm of the night. As he withdrew, I cried out, "Enough, Enough, I'm Satisfied!" I couldn't stand at first, but I did my best to acknowledge a standing ovation. Dick was happy because I had won his bet for him. And I was happy because I had never been so thoroughly fucked. I wish I could describe the way I felt as I enjoyed the approval of the audience, but it was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was like every muscle in my body was tired and sore, but every nerve was relaxed and content. It was vaguely reminiscent of the afterglow of love but somehow beyond that, seeming to be at another level. It is wonderful to be a woman in the prime of your life and feel that you have been pleasured beyond anything that you believed was possible. I would have been willing to make this an every Saturday night occurrence, but I suppose my performance was such that no on would bet against me again.
The next memorable incident was Dick's bachelor party. It was the night before our wedding. He informed me that I would be the entertainment for his bachelor party. I thought it was a little disrespectful since I was supposed to be the honored bride the next day, but that was life with Dick. He did buy me a second wedding dress. This was a stripper special - easy in and easier out. The idea was that I would act like I was lost. Then Jimmy would play some special bridal music, such as "The Stripper" and I would strain the other guys' credulity by starting to strip. Of course, some of the guys there I had already entertained, so they wouldn't find our skit quite so credible.
I came in daintily holding my bridal gown up.
"What's going on, guys?" I asked, innocently.
Dick immediately came over, "What happened, Honey? I'm not supposed to see your dress until tomorrow." He turned around to the guys who were wondering what was going on. "Hey guys, who haven't met her yet. This is my bride. Let me play some nice music for you."
He started things off with "The Stripper" track of a Music to Strip By album. I began to dance in rhythm not particularly suggestive, but then as though I was gradually getting into it, my dancing became more and more suggestive. I began to receive calls of "Shake it, baby" and the like. The track changed and I pulled the quick release tabs on the dress and suddenly I was dancing in a chemise.
I continued my dancing, but I began to raise and lower the hem of the chemise with emphasis on raising. Now, I was getting shouts of "Take it off!" Soon I was exposing the bottom of my panties. Gradually my midriff came into view. Then the bottom of my bra began to show. Suddenly, I dropped the hem, but then I quelled the groans of disappointment by dropping the straps off my shoulders and slowly lowering the chemise, first exposing my bra, then my midriff, then my panties, and finally, dropping it to the floor.
I danced a little while, shaking this and that, and the shouts of "Take it off" intensified. I touched the top of my panties, which caused an expectant pause in the shouting, then, as if I had changed my mind I moved my right hand to the back of the bra. I acted like I had an itch back there. Suddenly I released the catch but held my bra up with my left hand. I moved my right hand to my bra and began acting like I had changed my mind. The shouting again became more boisterous. I began to lower the bra slowly, first exposing the top of my right boob, then the top of my left boob, then my right nipple, then my left nipple, then I dropped the bra and my hands to my sides and began to shimmy, making my boobs shake back and forth.
I danced topless for a few minutes, and gradually, a rhythmic chant of 'Take it off!' developed. I started undulating my hips while playing with my waistband. I slowly began to slide the panties down. Finally, my buttocks were fully exposed, and I turned around so that my audience could watch my buttocks shake in time to the music. I turned back around with everything revealed except my pussy. I acted as though I was going to pull my panties back up and starting get cries of "No! No!" Then suddenly I let my panties fall to my ankles. I turned around and gave them a full butt shot. As I stepped out of my panties, I turned back around doing a full body shimmy.
The music stopped and I ran and sat in Dick's lap, mashing his dick down. He set the mood for the rest of the evening by lifting me up bending me over the table and penetrating me from the rear, which was fine because I was already wet from my provocative dance. The rest of the party gathered around the table to watch me get it. Soon they were clapping in rhythm with Dick's strokes. I found that that was adding to my arousal. In a very few minutes, I was crying out my joy as my body shook with orgasm.
He then sat me up on the table and putting my feet up on the table, he gave it to me from the front, filling my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his cock. He braced both of us by grasping my back. Again, our audience clapped in rhythm with the strokes that were sending me closer and closer to the erotic delights of a convulsive climax.
Next, he put me on my back with my legs resting on his shoulders and banged me that way giving the audience a great view of my facial expressions and shaking boobs. I could see everyone's eyes looking at me as I moaned and groaned my increasing arousal. Soon, my hips were bucking as I fully enjoyed another fantastic orgasm. I was a little embarrassed that everyone could see my lecherous expression as I came, but shameful as it was, I had to admit that it enhanced my excitement and arousal to have an audience to my degradation.
But even that was overcome by my delight as I went to the floor in the doggy position. This was the kind of time when I could really enjoy Dick's cock. I hoped he would save a little for our honeymoon in the Caribbean. He was pounding me pretty hard, and I was already pretty hot, so I didn't enjoy this as long as I might have, but still I felt the ecstasy of climax as my body shuddered.
Finally, he pulled me up into the kneeling prison guard; now all my stuff was available to the view of the audience as they were having difficulty deciding whether to watch my bouncing boobs, or Dick's monster cock sliding in and out of my love canal. Some even enjoyed watching my face as my arousal rose higher on each stroke sliding in and out of my pussy. They got to see me have a fantastic orgasm with my body trembling and my eyes closed, while Dick filled me with his hot semen.
Then I was led over to the sofa. Some of the guys had been taken home by their wives or girlfriends but there was still eight guys left. Most of them started with the missionary position with me either flat on the sofa lengthwise or pushed up against the sofa back. These guys didn't have the staying power of a Dick or Jimmy, so I think I only came about twenty times before they had all shot their wads. Everybody congratulated Dick on a great party and a great show. Dick watched me dress and then we rode home in his limo.
It was a big wedding by my standards, but perhaps not a big wedding by the standards of the Hardys. I wasn't sure how happy I was. I expected our life as a married couple to not change dramatically. I wish I hadn't screwed up so badly with Jimmy. I sometimes thought that in spite of everything that had happened, I would still prefer to be with Jimmy. I know I've changed, and I'm not sure that Jimmy would ever be able to accept my recent history or the changes in me.
Dick had never discussed having children with me, and I certainly wasn't going to bring it up. Anyway, what I wanted to do before any children with anybody was at least get my bachelor's degree. I was leaning toward an Accounting degree.
Now that we were married, Dick was willing to let me attend the local college, of course, with the company of a couple of bodyguards. What did it matter? I wasn't going anywhere. Luckily, the local college had half-semester terms, so I was able to register for the second Fall Semester term. Between classes I like going to the Student Center restaurant and just hang for a while. I liked watching the other students come and go although my escorts discouraged any significant interaction with the other students.
Jimmy
Everybody I knew told me I should just forget about Jeanie. But I couldn't. Even if I didn't think about her all day I would dream of Jeanie all night. I wanted to at least hear it from her own mouth. I couldn't believe that she would of her own free will be my loving wife and then purposefully ghost me permanently.
After the call from Dick Hardy, I began to do some research. I discovered the relationship between Dick's family and the parent company of Jeannie's ice cream shop. With what Dick had disclosed in his phone call and what I could find on the internet, the whole plot began to emerge from the shadows. It became clearer still with the help of some expensive private eyes.
It was a truly devious plan. Jeannie never had a chance. The question was had she changed so very much that she actually preferred living with this asshole as opposed to me. I spent more money than I should on private eyes to scope things out. I found out that Dick had graduated and so no longer had any connection to Austin. Apparently, he and Jeannie were living on an isolated rural Pennsylvania estate a hundred miles or so west of Philadelphia. The gold nugget in the report was that Jeannie was attending classes at a nearby branch of Penn State.
I decided that the minimum I could do was talk to her. I would make one final, last gasp effort to find Jeannie and have a face-to-face meeting with her.
I flew to Philadelphia on a Sunday and rented a car. I drove to the college town and checked in at a motel near the campus. My initial strategy was to wait in the popular student center restaurant on Monday and hope that she would get a drink or a snack between classes. Of course, it wouldn't work if her classes were blocked and she never went to the student center, but maybe I would catch a break. I sat at a table near what appeared to be the highest traffic entrance. I waited and waited and waited. Finally, a little after one, pay dirt! Jeannie came in with two goons, from what I had learned about Dick Hardy, they must be bodyguards. I recognized Jeannie immediately, but if I hadn't, the huge diamond on her ring finger would have been a major clue. None of them noticed me. I looked away but watched their progress through the food court and took note of where they sat. I waited a minute or two and then approached the table.
"Can we talk, Jeannie?" I said.
"What? Why? How? Jimmy!" she replied, her face exuding the warmth of recognition. She actually smiled.
The bodyguards started sliding out of their booth.
"Stay!" she said in a loud voice.
"We have our orders," the nearest bodyguard informed her and grabbed my nearest arm.
"Sit back down, or I'll scream!" she said in a loud voice. She had the attention of all the nearby diners, who were looking at us.
The bodyguard released me and sat down.
"Let's go, Jimmy!" as she stood up and ran toward the exit. I quickly followed her with the bodyguards in hot pursuit. The bodyguards weren't selected for foot speed, and we outran them in a race to my car. We jumped in and drove past two frustrated bodyguards.
"Jimmy, we need to go somewhere and talk!" she exclaimed.
"My motel?" I suggested.
"Okay," she said.
As soon as I closed the door, we embraced and started kissing. Somehow, we went across the room to the bed, and by the time we got there, we were both naked. "Oh, God, Jimmy, it's been so long," she told me, as I penetrated her. Who knew the missionary position could be so good? She was totally wet and ready, and it wasn't more than two or three minutes before she was orgasming. I rolled her over into doggy style, and went at her again, I was stroking her rapidly, and again she came in only about two minutes.
"Oh, God, Jimmy, it's better than I remembered!" she exclaimed. "Let me get on top!"
I disengaged and rolled over to my back. And she climbed aboard. She leaned over and kissed me while she continued to bang me rapidly. Soon she was crying out in the ecstasy of her third orgasm. I wanted it to last forever, but I could tell I was coming soon. She started thrusting forward and back and it couldn't have been much more than thirty strokes before we were both crying out in the erotic pleasure of climax.
She laid flat on the bed and said, "Wow!"
Then her smile changed to a frown, "Jimmy, we need to hit the road. We need to talk and we need to do some more of this, but I don't think we are safe here. Dick has a half dozen bodyguards plus a couple of drivers and I'm sure they're all looking for us with a description of your car." We hurriedly dressed and packed my stuff. I gave Jeannie the car keys and ran to the office to check out. She had the car outside waiting by the time I had given the room clerk the key. We literally left in a cloud of dust. She took us on back streets and then back roads as we left the town. After we went a few miles out of town, we started going on better and faster roads.
"I think our best bet is Camden," she said.
A couple of hours later we had checked into a motel. Again, we started kissing with pretty much the same result. Two naked bodies making love like there was no tomorrow. We cuddled just like old times, but then she stopped.
"Jimmy, I've done some very bad things," she explained. "I need to tell you about at least some of them. If you want to leave without me then, I'll understand."
I asked, "Should we get dressed?"
"Let's go somewhere and get something to drink," she suggested.
We ended up in a bar, drinking beer.
Jeannie
Talk about a surprise coming out of left field, suddenly Jimmy was standing at my table in the student union of an obscure college in an obscure town in rural Pennsylvania.
"Can we talk, Jeannie!" he said, somewhat excitedly.
I was astounded, "What? Why? How? Jimmy!"
Then I shouted, "Stay!" to the bodyguards who were scrambling out of the booth.
"We have our orders!" replied Thing 1 as he grabbed Jimmy's arm.
"Sit back down, or I'll scream!" I said loudly, but firmly. Now everyone nearby was looking at us.
Thing 1 released him and sat back down.
"Let's go, Jimmy!" I cried as I ran toward the nearest exit. He followed me out and then took the lead. The bodyguards were in hot pursuit, but we outran them to his car. We jumped in and drove past two frustrated bodyguards.
"Jimmy, we need to go somewhere and talk!" I told him.
"My motel?" he suggested.
"Okay," I replied.
That didn't work so well as the months apart made love making our imperative. As soon as I saw Jimmy I knew that I wanted to be with him. This was the man I loved and had planned to spend the rest of my life with. It was wonderful to be with him again, but as I my body relaxed in the afterglow of a love I had thought gone forever, I began thinking. By now Dick would have all his drivers and bodyguards looking for us. I told Jimmy we had to go. I wanted nothing more than to be with Jimmy forever. He let me drive because I was more familiar with the area. He navigated as I drove us all the way through Philadelphia to Camden. We checked into a motel and it happened again. It was amazing. It was like we hadn't been apart and like I had been on a desert island untouched for the last few months. Dick Hardy and all his friends were in the rear view mirror and I wanted them to stay there until they were mere dots in the sands of time. I loved Jimmy so much and it had been so long. I only survived the last few months by thinking he was lost and gone forever. No other way could I stand being apart from him so long.
After we were satiated, I told him that we needed to talk and then if he didn't want me anymore, he could go back to Texas without me. We went to a nearby bar and ordered beer, and I began my story.
"Dick told me that he had sent you videos of some of my escapades. Did he?" I asked.
"Yes, he did," he informed me. "First was the seduction in the hot tub. Then there was the anal and double penetration. Then came a few gangbangs. I quit watching them after a while."
"And yet you still came over a thousand miles to see me. Weren't you disgusted with some of the things I did?" I asked him.
"Maybe at first, but then I looked a little deeper and found out what kind of web you were caught up in," he informed me. "Then my only concern was if you really wanted to be with this guy. You did divorce me and marry him. I came because I wanted to hear from your own lips that you didn't love me anymore."
"I did all of those things," I admitted. "Some enthusiastically, some reluctantly, and I think it's fair to say, some were under duress." I looked at the man I loved. "But in spite of all the hurdles Dick placed in front of you, you still came looking for me, because you knew I could never say I didn't love you to your face."
"Dick set an elaborate trap for you, and he caught you," he declared. "My only concern was that you may have started to enjoy being with Dick."
"I want to be clear and honest with you," I told him. "I convinced myself that I could be content with Dick, because I thought I had lost you forever. Jimmy, I did some terrible things. Even worse, I enjoyed doing some of them."
"But you never talked to me about any of this," he explained, "so I wanted to hear from your own mouth that we were finished. I couldn't believe that anything would cause you to dump me without explanation if you were exercising free will. That's not who you are."
"Dick didn't let me have my cell phone until after our marriage," I informed him. "Even after that, I just found out a few days ago that he blocked your number. Somehow he fixed it so I could neither call or receive calls or messages from your phone. I still had it in my mind that I should call you. But all of that isn't important. What's important is that it was like there was a fog over me. I don't think I was thinking clearly. I was sad because I wasn't with you and the fog was keeping me from feeling quite so depressed. When I saw you in the Student Union, it was like the fog suddenly cleared. I want nothing more now than to go back to Texas with you."
