Don Scott: Three hot wives

"Mmmmmmmmm!" the secretary moaned hungrily, twisting her mouth around his prick. Her throat was stretched massively to accommodate the thickness and length of Pat's prick.

Holding the girl's head motionless, Pat stood up straight and began pumping his hips, fucking her face with his cock. His prick tip slithered deep into her throat, then pulled back so she could caress the sensitive cockhead with her lips and tongue.

"Suck me! Ohhh! Suck my cock! Awwww! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Pat said in a choked voice as the cum rose in his balls.

The creamy, thick blobs of spunk splattered against the roof of his secretary's mouth. She relaxed her throat, swallowing the salty jism as he fucked her throat. With his cock completely engulfed in her mouth, more of Pat's sticky load of fuck cream gushed into her belly.

"Mmmmmffft!" the girl managed to moan, the sound coming from deep in her cock-filled throat.

Pat released the girl's hair and let her suck on his prick at her own pace. His vision was blurry from passion as he watched her dragging her luscious lips along the stem of his prick.

"Ohhhhhhhh! Man, you can really suck cock," he groaned as she swallowed the last drop of his cum.

The girl released his prick from her mouth and said: "I thought you were never going to stop cumming. You damn near drowned me in cum."

Pat chuckled lightly, enjoying the sight of his secretary lovingly rubbing his cock against her face.

"I call this executive meeting to a close," Mike said, feigning an authoritative tone. "Meeting adjourned."

His brothers laughed as the secretaries rearranged their clothing and applied fresh make-up. None of them noticed that the side door leading into the conference room was open a couple of inches, or that three pale faces were looking in.

The lawyers did not know that their wives had intended on surprising them by taking them out for brunch. They did not know that their wives had watched as they fucked.

The three wives sat in a small, dimly lit bar. All three of them had misty eyes from crying. Seeing their husbands fucking and getting blow-jobs had been a great shock.

"You know what's so ridiculous," Sara, the oldest of the three women, said, "is that I've never been with any man but Mike. He's been my only lover. I wonder how many lovers he's had since we've been married."

Sara thought about her relationship with Mike. They had first started dating as high school kids. After graduation, they got married and she lost her virginity. Mike went to college and so did Sara. After they received their bachelor's degrees, Sara had to work to finance Mike's continuing education. After Mike passed his bar exams and became a lawyer, Sara had two babies – a boy and a girl. He had kept her at home taking care of the children since then.

The other two wives, Abigail, eighteen, and Bernice, twenty-seven, agreed that they, too, had only made love to their husbands and to nobody else.

It turned out that the three women actually had a lot in common, aside from all marrying brothers. None of them led a very interesting sex life. The only position they'd ever been in while fucking was the missionary position.

"You know," Sara said, "if Mike ever asked me to bend over a table so he could fuck me, I sure would do it."

Abigail, Tim's wife, dabbed at her watery eyes with a Kleenex. "And if Tim had ever asked me to put his… thing in my mouth, I would have. I'd do anything he wanted. Anything at all! We've only been married three months!"

Abigail started crying again and was comforted by Sara and Bernice.

As Abigail cried, Sara, the most intelligent of the three women, began thinking. The tables, she decided, could easily be turned on the men. At thirty-two, she was at the height of her feminine beauty. Her body was luscious, with all the right curves in all the right places.

"Ladies, we're about to even the score with our cheating husbands."

"How?" Bernice asked, her eyes wide with interest.

"I'm not sure yet. Let me think about it for a bit. But don't you worry." Sara leaned back in her chair, sipping her martini. "I'm going to figure something out. If they're going to have fun, so are we!"

"Look, you've been complaining about being bored far so long I've decided to do something about it," Mike said as he pulled the car to the curb. "Ever since the children went off to school last fall, you've been complaining and complaining. Well, Pat and Tim and I have made a little investment I think you'll find both profitable and interesting."

Sara didn't know what her husband had up his sleeve, but she was certain she wouldn't like it. It had been a week since she had caught him fucking his secretary, and since then she couldn't look at him without thinking about that tragic afternoon.

"The place was owned by three professional baseball players," Mike continued, getting out of the car. He took Sara's hand and led her toward a stucco house. "They made all kinds of weird changes inside, and the realtor had to drop the price to half of what the place is worth in order to sell it."

Sara listened quietly to her husband's plan as she toured the house. It was in the suburbs, quietly nestled between several homes in the middle-class price range.

The baseball players had been the partying kind. The changes they made in the house made it almost impossible for anyone but a sports freak to live there. What had been the living room was now something of a bar, with a juice, television in one corner and stools along a mahogany bar in the other corner. A bedroom had been converted into a small locker-room area for the players and all their friends to change clothes.

In the basement, there was a room for weight training, a small sauna, and a room with a whirlpool. What had been a simple, normal bathroom had been converted to a larger bathroom and shower area.

"Now that the kids are in school, my brothers and I figured you, Abigail and Bernice might like to run a health spa for women."

"Oh, so that's what you've been leading up to."

"Look, everybody's trying to get in shape these days. You could run the place from, say, eight-thirty or nine to three or three-thirty. That way you'll be home to send the kids off to school and can return in time for them when they come home – and can still cook supper."

Sara was just about to tell her husband precisely what the fuck he could do with his plan, but she changed her mind. The idea struck her so clearly and vividly that it almost frightened her.

"That sounds like a perfectly wonderful idea," she said, studying the bar area. "Perfectly wonderful! We'll even be able to have a small menu for the… ladies. You know, simple sandwiches and that sort of thing."

"I knew you'd see it my way!" Mike said joyously. He scooped Sara up in his arms and kissed her. He felled to realize her kiss had no passion in it at all.

On the day of The Spa's grand opening Sara was a stunning example of feminine beauty in its prime. Her large, deep-brown eyes held a glint of mischief in them. High cheekbones were highlighted with rouge. Her pink, glossy lips sparkled devilishly.

Sara's body was in perfect condition for a woman of thirty-two. Being as critical as possible of herself, Sara admitted in her own mind that she had only one flaw – and that one she blew all out of proportion. Her stomach, through perfectly flat and without an ounce of flab, had several small, slender lines on it. They were stretch marks from having her children. Although the lines were very inconspicuous, Sara was certain that any man would notice them at a glance and be instantly turned off.

To hide this, she wore an old-fashioned corset. The corset, white, was made with plenty of frilly lace to make it pleasing to the eye. In the corset, her stomach was hidden but her cunt was exposed.