Showgirl

About a year and a half after we were married, my wife Lucy and I made a video. It was my idea, a videotape of the two of us making love, something for posterity, something to look at when we were too old to actually do it anymore. When I suggested it, she agreed readily.

Technically, it wasn't the best video ever made. I had put the camera on a tripod, started it, and just let it run. We did everything sexual we normally ever did in front of it, and we tried as best we could to arrange our bodies so the camera could see essentially everything, but it was still a fixed camera on a tripod, no changes of view, no closeups. Some of it--the scene where she was riding me, facing away from me and facing the camera in particular--were very good, nevertheless. I kept the original tape as an archive and made a couple of copies for viewing, and we both viewed it from time--me much more frequently than her.

And one night--a night that was destined to remain crystal-clear in my memory, since it was the night when our whole lives changed--I was lying in bed, waiting for Lucy to join me there, and watching that video. At the point where I was just about to enter her for the first time in the film she walked into the room, dressed in her usual short houserobe and slippers.

She sat down on the bed beside me and watched for a moment. "You know what?" she said, gesturing toward the TV set. "I think that girl is about to get fucked."

"I do believe you're right," I said with a grin. "That seems to happen every time in this film, doesn't it?" Her eyes fixed on the TV, she undid the belt on her robe and allowed it to fall open. she was nude underneath. I watched her squeeze her thighs together; the film had its effect on her, too. I reached over and stroked her hip.

"Want me to suck your cock while you watch?" she asked bluntly. It was not terribly rare for her to go down on me while I was watching an X-rated video, either our own or a regular commercial one.

"That would be very nice, yes," I answered. She smiled, slipped out of her robe, slid down to my lap, took my cock out, and started to suck me. Lucy is a very loving, very affectionate, lady. She knows how important sex is to a relationship and she has been working at learning the arts of erotic sex. When I married her she was a virgin, and she had told me she had never known another man carnally. Her level of experience when we got together left almost no doubt at all about the truth of this statement. That this had happened she attributed primarily to the fact that, when she was in high school, she was an "army brat," her family moving so frequently she was unable to establish relationships. In college she was studious, dated rarely, and had decided that she did not really want to have her first sexual experiences until she was with someone she felt she could trust completely--and such a person simply never crossed her path before her graduation.

Even so, that she had reached the age of twenty-three without ever having sex was something of a minor miracle. Lucy is a truly beautiful woman. Her facial features are delicate, her nose small, her lips pouty, her eyes very large. She's small, not much over five feet tall, and slender. She has long dark brown hair and soft brown bedroom eyes. Her rear is small, high, and round, and her breasts, while just a B cup, are firm and sit high on her chest. Her legs are long and truly perfect in shape. She considers them her best feature, and I have learned by experience that she tends to put them on display whenever she's interested in having sex.

As I enjoyed the dual pleasures of watching myself fuck my wife on the video, and the live action of her mouth gliding up and down on my cock, I found myself thinking about how much better the video could be if we'd had a cameraman, so the film angle could be changed and my favorite close-up shots could be done. Unfortunately, so far I had not been able to convince my wife to let me find someone. For her, sexual activities are meant to be private.

As I climaxed in the video I was filling my her mouth full of come live. After she swallowed all I had to give, we curled up together and cuddled. After several minutes of gentle fondling and telling each other how much we loved one another, I thought I'd bring the filming subject up again.

"Lucy, I sure would like to do another video with you..." She smiled and gave me a wet kiss, her mouth still had the pungent odor and taste of come.

"Okay," she replied amiably. "Any time."

"But I do really want to have someone here to work the camera...."

She frowned. "I know you do, you've mentioned it often enough." She sighed. "And, as I've told you before, I just don't know if I could do it in front of someone like that." She looked up at me. "And besides, who would you get?"

It seemed to me she was softening a little, so I decided to press things onward. "I could find some college kid," I said quickly. "A total stranger, pay him twenty bucks. That way I could get the shots I want."

"Well... I... I've never been naked in front of anyone except you. You know you're the only man I've ever been with."

"Lucy, I'm not asking you to fuck or suck the guy. I just want him to film us."

She hit me on the shoulder playfully. "If I can believe what you say, you'd like that! I don't know how many times you've said you'd like to see me with another man."

"You can believe what I say," I assured her. "But that isn't what we're talking about right now. I just want to have a cameraman, so that we get some different angles and some closeups. And we should do this soon, we shouldn't put it off. We're hardly there yet, but one day we'll wake up and realize we're too old for such things."

That seemed to have an impact, and she hesitated for several seconds. "Well... I guess... if it is that important to you, Larry..." She paused again, and I prudently remained silent. "Okay," she said finally. "Since it means that much to you, let's do it. Go find some college kid to work the camera."

I couldn't believe my ears, my wife was consenting to a long-held fantasy of mine. Not wanting to give her a chance to have second thoughts, I started looking for a cameraman the next day. Since I worked at the University, it didn't take long for me to find someone who had some experience in making videos. The young man I focused on was a sophomore named Scott Griffin. He was nineteen, of average build, with dark brown hair and eyes. We arranged a meeting in my office, and after I told him what sort of video I wanted him to make--and after he'd agreed that he had no problems making a tape like that--I showed him my X-rated video, so I could explain to him how I wanted the new film shot. Scott was the first person outside of Lucy and myself to view that film, and as we were watching it I found myself wondering if Lucy would have objected to me showing it to him--which, I assured myself, would have been absurd given that he was going to watch the real thing live. Once we finished our pre-filming meeting we arranged for him to come to my home Friday evening at seven.

"I hope you don't mind me saying so," he said tentatively as he rose to leave my office, "but your wife is really... hot..."

I just laughed. "Yes, she is," I agreed, "and no, I don't mind you saying so at all."

He looked nervous and embarrassed. "I don't guess there's any chance--I mean, I'd do it for free if..."

"If you could have a turn with her?" I shook my head. "I doubt it, frankly. Believe it or not, she was a virgin when I married her and she's never been with another man." I grinned at him. "But in the end, that's going to be up to her, not me. Me, I have a voyeuristic streak a mile wide. I'd like nothing better than to sit back and watch the two of you going at it." I shrugged. "When you come over, make sure you come fresh and ready. But don't expect anything. Just be aware that if she's up for it, it's more than okay with me."

Upon arriving, Scott had on typical college kid dress. He wore tennis shoes, no socks, cutoff shorts, and a T-shirt. My wife greeted him in her normal friendly manner, although I could detect some embarrassment and nervousness on her part, probably because I had told her he had already seen the video of her.

She was certainly dressed for the occasion. She had on her black high heels, black sheer nylons, a very short red skirt, miniature thong panties, and a white silk blouse without a bra; her protruding nipples were obvious through it. I had told her I wanted her to look sluttish, and she had taken that request at face value. In addition to the sexy clothing she wore her make-up heavy, emphasizing her eyes and lips. Scott commented that she looked stunning, and that seemed to relax her somewhat at the beginning.

The three of us spent the next hour sipping wine, eating hors d'oeuvres and talking. I felt it was important for Lucy to feel comfortable with Scott. After all, she was going to be performing intimate acts in front of him tonight. But he was a personable kid, and after a while she seemed quite at ease with him. They spent quite a while talking and laughing together; she seemed to be enjoying his company.

"Scott, get your camera out," I said after about an hour. "I'm going to put some dance music on so Lucy can entertain us with a strip-tease." I figured it best to let her to ease into the evening's adventure with something less intimate than an overt sex act.

Scott went over to the table and began setting his camera up as I loaded the CD player. Lucy stood up, but I noticed that she was looking nervously at me, no doubt thinking about the fact she was going to be revealing her nude body to another man for the first time. I went to her, hugged her, and told her not to worry. She nodded, though rather doubtfully.

"All ready." Scott announced after a few minutes.

"Great," I said. "Let the music and the stripping begin." With that I hit the play button of the CD player. Music began to fill the room, but Lucy at first just stood there, looking from one of us to the other. Finally, slowly, she began to move. Lucy loved to dance, and, as the song went on, she was obviously getting more and more into it. By the middle of the second song her embarrassment and timidity seemed to fading away, and by the end of it some of her moves were getting downright daring. Not long after the third song began, she bent over, her back to Scott, and flipped up her skirt, showing her bare ass to the camera. I applauded and Scott grinned broadly. Encouraged, she turned and smiled at the camera--or at Scott, or both--and, propping her foot up on a chair, peeled her stocking off slowly and sensually, and stepping back into her heels once it was gone. After the stockings were gone she turned away from us again, unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it back off her shoulders. After tossing it onto the couch, she covered her breasts with her hands and turned to face us. Moving sensually with the beat, she slowly let her hands slide down, exposing her breasts. Her nipples looked hard as rocks. The skirt went next, leaving her wearing only the tiny panties. She turned away again, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. Turning back, now dancing totally nude except for her heels, she spread her legs slightly to give the camera--and us--a view of her lightly-haired pussy. It seemed as if she was completely involved with the music now, almost oblivious to her audience of two

I wanted to push it a little further. "Spread it, baby, spread it wide for me!" I called, trying to sound like a patron at a strip club. Lucy laughed, looked into the camera, and licked her lips suggestively. She then sank gracefully down to the floor on her knees, her legs somewhat spread. Swinging them around, she laid down on her back, lifted her legs and spread them in a V, revealing completely her smooth pussy lips. Scott followed her down, moving almost in between her legs to get a closeup.

Lying on his stomach, Scott was just two feet from my wife's exposed sex. With her fingers she pulled her cunt lips apart and began masturbating for the camera. Slowly, she inserted her fingers into her wet vagina. With fingers that were literally dripping wet, she began gently massaging her clit. She gasped, and Scott quickly focused on her face. Next, she got on her knees, legs apart, her breasts pressed to the floor. Again, Scott was there with the camera, capturing every moment.

But then the music ended. Lucy quickly picked up her clothes, held them against her body, and blushed. "Did you like that?" she asked, turning her body from side to side like a shy little girl.

"That was great, Lucy," I assured her enthusiastically. "You could get a job as a stripper in a heartbeat."

"Yeah," Scott added. "Any of the fraternities would hire you for a rush party."

Lucy smiled appreciatively, and left the room to freshen up. A short time later she was in our bedroom, having uninhibited sex with me while Scott filmed us. After Scott zoomed in for my come shot into Lucy's mouth, we got up off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. I hugged her and thanked her for doing the film. She kissed me passionately, and I could taste my own come in her mouth.

"Did you see the bulge in Scott's shorts?" she whispered.

"Ah... no, I didn't notice." I replied, thinking that it was curious--and interesting--that she would notice and point that fact out to me.

"Maybe, uhm, I...." she started to say. Her voice faded, leaving the sentence unfinished.

"Maybe, what?"

Lucy looked out the bathroom door to see where Scott was, rolled her lips in for a moment, then brought her face close to mine. Her eyes were very wide. "He must be really horny from watching us, don't you think? I mean... I was thinking, uh... maybe I should give him a quick hand job and give him some release... what do you think?"

I couldn't believe I was hearing this. But I just smiled and told her she should do whatever she felt like doing. "This is so typical of you," I said, and she looked confused for a moment. "Always the gracious hostess. You see that a guest in your home has a need and you feel obligated to fill the need. Right?"

"Ah... right." She looked at me doubtfully. "You sure?"

I nodded. "I'm sure."

She nodded as well, smiled, and walked back into the bedroom. Still nude, she went over to Scott and thanked him for being so nice. Boldly, she looked down at his bulging shorts. "I see you have a bit of a hard problem here," she said. "Would you like me to give you a hand job before you go?" As she made her offer she gently touched his hairy thighs with her fingertips.

Tensing, Scott looked over at me for my reaction. I could tell he was excited and eager, but he needed my permission even though I had already given him permission. That I could understand.

I gave it without hesitation. "It's okay, Scott. Whatever the lady wants to do is fine with me."

Lucy took him by the hand and led him over to the bed. She took the bottom of his T-shirt in her hands and pulled it up and over his head. Scott's chest was hairier than mine. She gently stroked his chest hair and teased his nipples, then hooked her thumbs in the waist band of his shorts and pulled them down, freeing his hard six-inch cock. I watched as she knelt in front of him, helping him step out of his shorts. She looked up and stared; his cock was just an inch or two from her face.

She ran her hands lightly up and down his hairy legs, then she gently took it into her hands. A peculiar expression on her face, she studied it closely, bringing her face very close to it. Her lips were slightly parted, and for a moment I thought she was about to take him in her mouth right then. But, instead, she rose, took Scott by the hand, and pulled him onto the bed. Although I in no way expected her to do it, I found I was just a little disappointed, and I was sure Scott was too.

Scott laid down on his back, his hard cock standing straight up. Still completely naked, Lucy climbed onto the bed and sat next to him, her legs folded. I put a fresh cartridge in the camera, positioned it on the tripod, and turned it on to capture whatever might happen. Smiling at him--I could have sworn her smile was more than a little lustful--Lucy started giving his upper body and legs a light fingertip massage, and that caused Scott to shiver in delight. Then she took his cock in hand and started to lightly jack him. Scott watched as my wife's hand stroked him expertly; he moaned and rolled his hips appreciatively.

"May I touch you?" he asked nervously, his eyes focusing on her chest. In reply, Lucy smiled, picked up his hand, and placed it on her breast. He happily fondled it, teasing the now-hard nipples. Before long he was stroking her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her pussy. At last he was running his fingers through Lucy's silky pubic hair.

I watched, surprised and pleased with the bonus show my wife was putting on. Methodically, she stroked Scott's cock, her gaze moving between it and his face. Scott was certainly worked up; pre-come fluid flowed copiously from his cock, providing her hand with lubricant. What happened next was unexpected and totally out of character for my wife.

Abruptly, she stopped moving her hand. With her fingers covered with pre-come, she held Scott's cock and just stared at the glistening head. Then, as another trickle of pre-come oozed out, she gave me an odd look. She moistened her lips with her tongue and looked back down at Scott's cock.

"May I?" she whispered to me, her voice and her expression that of a shy little girl.

I couldn't believe it. She was asking permission to take her hospitality a step further. I couldn't even speak, I just stood there playing with my own stiffening cock, smiling and nodding approvingly.

I watched her lower her face slowly toward Scott's glistening cock. I held my breath and stared wide-eyed as my sweet and shy wife opened her mouth and slipped another man's cock between her lips. Slowly, she turned her head, her eyes wide open, looking at me as she began to suck him.

Scott had his eyes closed, enjoying the hand job, and was unaware of my wife lowering her mouth to his cock until he felt her warm soft lips. Startled, he, too, quickly looked at me.

"Enjoy, Scott, enjoy," I said quickly, reassuring both of them. "Like I said, whatever the lady wants to do is all right with me."

Lucy licked and tongued the head of his cock for a couple of minutes, then took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. His cock was smaller than mine, and as a result she was able to take essentially all of it. I watched her suck him for perhaps five minutes. He was moaning and bucking his hips involuntarily. Any moment I expected him to fill my sweet wife's mouth with his come--and I couldn't wait for that moment. Lucy seemed to sense his approaching release and pulled her head back. Fearing she was going to finish him with her hand, I mentally urged her to go back down on him. Instead, she ran her fingers gently through his chest hair as his chest heaved. Next, she leaned in to kiss him.

She broke the kiss and looked up at me again. "Larry, I want to..."

Still stroking my own erection, I moved closer to them. "Do it," I said, assuming that she meant she wanted to let him come in her mouth. My tone was, I imagine, a little urgent--I really did want to see her do just that. "Whatever you want to do." She nodded, gave me a peculiar smile, then kissed Scott again. While they were kissing she swung her leg over him so that now she was lying on top of him, trapping his cock between their bodies. After a minute or so, she pushed herself up so that she was straddling his body.

I could only stare in disbelief. This was a move she commonly used when we were making love, most recently in the film Scott had just shot. I watched intently, knowing if she followed her normal pattern she would reach, down take his cock in her hand, and impale herself on it. If she did this, then I would be witnessing my wife losing her monogamous virginity. She had already broken one major barrier by sucking another man's cock; now she was just one quick familiar move away from joining her body to his. Again I held my breath, waiting, although I still really could not believe she would actually do it, that this was what she'd meant when she said, "I want to."

She pulled his erect shaft against her belly, rubbing it across her pubic patch. Looking over her shoulder at me, her face flushed, her eyes sought my continued approval. I nodded again and went on stroking my now fully stiff cock. It now seemed apparent that she meant to go all the way with him. My only fear now was that she would suddenly change her mind. I had always felt that watching her take another man's cock into her mouth would be exciting, but the reality had actually been far hotter than I had expected. Now, I could not believe how badly I wanted to see his cock penetrate her pussy.

She did not change her mind. Leaning forward slightly, ass raised, she guided Scott's cock between her wet cunt lips. Kneeling at the foot of the bed I watched as she lowered herself down on him, I watched his cock slide smoothly and wetly up inside her.

"That's it, Lucy, fuck him," I said, loud enough for them both to hear me. "Ride his cock, get him off, take his come inside you." She moved her hips smoothly, and I watched his cock slide in and out of her. Beads of sweat formed on her back. Then I watched in amazement as she ground herself down tight and hard on Scott's pubic bone and exploded in a moaning, quivering, orgasm.

When her pleasure subsided, she rose off of him and rolled over onto her back. Spreading her legs wide, she pulled Scott toward her. "Put it back in me," she said, her voice seductive. "I want you to come in me..." Lucy was looking hotter than I ever seen her. A few days ago she was nervous about letting someone film us while fucking, but now she wanted this young stranger to fill her with his sperm.

Scott wasted no time. With his hands gripping the back of her thighs, he held her open and fucked her hard and fast, going in deep with each stroke. Sweat was running down his back, too, and his face was locked in an intense sexual grimace. Lucy's head was lifted as she strained to see this young man's cock pounding into her.

Finally, Scott let out a loud groan of pleasure as he fell between her breasts, his cock pressed to the hilt of her cunt. His body shock and shivered as he unloaded his semen inside her. His orgasmic spasms lasted at least a minute before he relaxed and laid motionless upon my wife's nude body.

As Scott rolled off her and stood to go and clean up, Lucy grabbed his hand, "Wait, let me do that." She then got up on her knees, leaned down and took his sticky flaccid cock into her mouth. As I watched her clean Scott's cock of their combined sexual fluids, I saw a thick stream of semen sliding down her thigh and a white plug of come between her vaginal lips.

Quickly, I mounted her from behind and fucked her hard and fast, blasting my own load into her in less than a minute. She turned around, smiled, and took my come-coated cock into her mouth. After cleaning it she laid back on the bed, her legs spread, a satisfied smile on her face. That smile faded fairly quickly, though, and was replaced by a look of doubt and concern. I tried to reassure her with a big smile, but I was aware that there would be much discussion of these events in days to come.

And there was. We watched that film together at least a dozen times, especially the scenes were she was sucking and fucking the young student, and we talked about it a lot. Lucy kept saying she could not believe her own boldness and kept fretting about my reactions to what she'd done. I kept telling her, very honestly, that she had driven me to new heights of erotic excitement with her performance and that at the time my only fear had been that she would lose her nerve. Eventually I managed to convince her.

About a week after the filming, Lucy and I were back to some of our old practices. One of these was playing an X-rated film while we made love, and at last we were watching something besides the film Scott had helped make. As the "good parts" of the movie got underway, she took me in her mouth and started sucking me, long, smooth strokes. I tugged at her hips and she swung her body around so her pussy was over my face, and, after several minutes of sixty-nine, she rose, straddled me, and impaled herself on my cock--facing away from me, and facing the TV. She moved up and down on me with slow smooth strokes. I couldn't see her face directly, but I could see it in the reflection in the dresser mirror, and I noticed she was watching the movie intently. This was unusual; having an X-rated film playing while we're having sex wasn't rare for us, but Lucy normally ignored it and focused completely on me. Tonight, that clearly wasn't the case.

I looked past her at the film. It was a "gang-bang" scene, five men and one woman. The men were taking turns fucking her, and she constantly had a cock in her mouth the whole time. Lucy seemed to be transfixed.

"You like what they're doing to her?" I asked, stroking her back lightly.

She nodded. "Yes, I do," she admitted. "We should have done that the night Scott was here."

"Well," I said, "we have been talking about making another movie sometime soon, and I suppose we could do it then." I laughed and pushed hard up into her. "But there'll still be only two of us. That girl has five."

"Yes, she does." On the screen, the men started having their orgasms, each of them spraying their come into the girl's open mouth or onto her face. "Mmm," Lucy sighed. "That would be fun. Five guys taking turns, that would be really amazing..." She twisted around and looked back at me. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Seeing me with five guys?"

Just the thought of it was enough to push me up and over the edge, but I did manage to answer yes--somehow. Nothing more was said about it that night, but the next day, when I arrived home from work, Lucy was not there. She had left a message on the answering machine, though, telling me she had an errand to run and would not be home for a couple of hours. Not thinking anything about it, I ordered pizza and passed the time watching TV.

I was still watching when she came home, around eight. That I knew she'd come in at all was a matter of chance; she came in very quietly, and I heard nothing over the sound of the TV, I just happened to look up at the right time to see her walking down the hallway toward the bathroom.

"Lucy," I called. "I didn't hear you come in." I got up and walked toward her. "Where've you been for so long?"

She stopped, seemingly reluctantly. As I came closer, I frowned. She was wearing her black satin shirt dress, a clingy garment that buttoned all the way down the front. It wasn't something she commonly wore, and to my knowledge she never wore it outside the house. I would come home at times and find her wearing it, and when she was I knew, from experience, that she was in the mood for sex. She used the dress as a teaser, unbuttoning it at the top or bottom--or both--and letting it swirl back to expose her body as she moved, or sitting down and letting it drop away to expose her legs. Beyond that her hair was noticeably tangled.

She didn't look at me. "Uh... errands, like I said, running some errands..."

I came closer yet, and then I caught a whiff of a scent I associate with sex. "Lucy," I asked sternly, "where have you been?"

She looked nervous and embarrassed. She still would not meet my eyes. "Uhm..."

I frowned. "Lucy, there is nothing you could have done that you have to be worried about telling me."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"I mean it. The only thing that would upset me is you not telling me."

She sighed. "I was going to tell you. I just wanted to pick a time..."

"The time is now. Tell me."

She nodded. "Okay," she said, sounding defeated. She stared at the floor. "I went to see Scott."

"Scott?" I echoed. "You went to see Scott?"

I guided her toward the couch, and she sat down. 'Yes. I, uhm, I, ah, just to say hello..."

"Come on, Lucy. You didn't look up his address and go over there just to say hello."

She glanced at me, looking like she was about to cry. "No," she admitted. "No, I just was thinking about it, this afternoon, and it's... there's, uh, it's midterm exam week at the university."

I frowned again. "Lucy, in case you've forgotten I work at the university. I do know that's it's midterm week. You are not making much sense."

"Well, see, I was just thinking, it seemed to me, I was thinking that Scott was probably studying really hard for his exams."

"Probably so," I agreed. "And so?"

"Well, I was thinking, it seemed to me, I was wondering, I thought that maybe... maybe he could use a study break."

I sat down beside her and pulled her closer; she resisted me, slightly. "Study break? What sort of study break?" I asked. Her dress, partly unbuttoned at the bottom, fell open. The dress was fairly short--it did not reach her knees--and when it opened it revealed almost all of her legs. As I slowly and lightly ran my hand up past her knee, she closed her thighs tightly against my hand, stopping my progress toward her groin. "Did you fuck him?" I asked bluntly.

She glanced at me quickly, then looked away. "No," she answered. "I didn't fuck Scott."

That, I told myself, was an oddly phrased answer; almost as if she was in effect saying she'd fucked someone else. I dismissed that as unlikely, to say the least; but, looking at her thighs, I could see that she was not wearing any panties. "You didn't fuck Scott?" I pointed to her thighs. "You lost your panties somewhere. Something happened."

She sighed and gave me an almost furtive glance. "Well..." she said slowly, dragging the word out, "I..." she faded away and sat staring at the floor in silence.

I felt I had to push things onward a little, we just weren't getting anywhere. "Okay," I said. "You went to the college, you went to Scott's dorm, you got in somehow--"

"A student let me in. I said I was a friend of Scott's."

"Okay. And so you went to his room and knocked on the door. I think I can assume he answered it."

She nodded. "Yes. He was surprised to see me but he welcomed me in."

"So you went in." I flipped the edge of her shirt dress. "Now. You don't wear this dress very often. When you do wear it around me, you leave it mostly unbuttoned at the bottom to show off your legs. So. Would it be fair to suggest that you walked into Scott's room with the dress mostly unbuttoned, sat down, and let it fall open so you could entice him with your legs?"

She bit her lip. "I suppose," she said slowly, "that that would be fair, yes."

"So. Did Scott get enticed by your legs?" I stroked her silky-smooth calves and knees. There were very few men who wouldn't be enticed by those legs.

"Uhm, well, yes, he couldn't keep his eyes off them." Her eyelids fluttered. "Of course I kept crossing and uncrossing them..."

I grinned. "You went there to seduce him," I said, and once again, she refused to meet my gaze. We were face to face by then, and her breath suggested that she had taken a load of come in her mouth. "And you did. You just said you didn't fuck him, so I think I can assume you sucked him off. Isn't that right?"

She closed her eyes and hung her head. "Yes," she admitted.

Just hearing her say that caused my cock to start rising. I reached out and lifted her chin. "Just 'yes' isn't going to do it, Lucy," I said firmly. "I want to hear it all, and I want to hear the details. Starting with what you were thinking, what you were planning, when you went over to his dorm."

"Oh, Larry, please, don't make me..."

"I do believe," I said seriously, "that you owe me that much, at least."

She sighed deeply. "I don't know, Larry. What I did that night we made the film... it's been on my mind ever since. I don't know, I don't know if I can really explain it. Having sex with Scott was... different. I felt... sinful, I felt like a bad girl, and that was an exciting feeling. I don't feel that way when you and I have sex, you're my husband. You know I have no experience, we've talked about that... and Scott's cock, it felt... it was, it certainly wasn't better, it was just... different. And I just kept thinking about... he never did, I mean, I haven't been able to..."

"He never did what?"

"He never came in my mouth." She sighed again and stared off into the distance. "You know I got off work early today. I started thinking about Friday night, about Scott, as I was driving home. I just couldn't get it out of my mind. I tried to take a nap, I tried to watch TV, I tried to clean house, but I couldn't stop thinking about it." She lowered her head. "Wondering what his come would taste like, if it would be the same as yours... or different..."

"So you just decided to go over there and suck him off?"

She raised her head and gave me a wide-eyed look. "Oh, no. No, I didn't decide that at all." She pressed a fist against her lips and looked away again.

"But that's what happened. And that's what you wanted to happen when you went over there."

Again she practically hung her head. "Yes. But that's not the way I was thinking."

"What exactly were you thinking?"

"I don't know, Larry. I said it's hard to explain. I started out by looking him up in the campus directory. Just out of curiosity. I wasn't planning to go see him. But I just kept thinking about it, and finally I told myself I'd just drive by and look at his dorm."

"That," I observed, "does not make any sense." But I was, at the same time, getting a pretty clear picture of how she had worked up to this.

She nodded. "I know. And once I got there I realized that, that it didn't make any sense to just drive by without stopping in and saying hello. So I did, but I didn't even think about the fact that the outer doors might be locked, and I almost gave it up and came home at that point, but then this girl, a student, came up and asked me if I needed to get in and who I was there to see and so on, and the next thing I knew I was knocking on his door." My heart was pounding, my cock was hard and was leaking pre-come as my sweet--and formerly chaste, formerly monogamous--wife told me of her sensual adventure.

"I would guess," I noted, "that he asked you why you were there."

"Actually he didn't. He assumed that I was there to schedule another video shoot. I told him we had talked about doing one, but hadn't planned it yet. I told him that I had just been thinking about him and the mid-terms, thinking about how hard he must be working to get ready. He agreed that he was, and, well..."

"Might I ask," I inserted, "where he was and where you were at this time?"

"He was sitting in his chair in front of his computer. I was sitting on the edge of his bed."

"And how much of this dress was unbuttoned?"

She flushed. "Well, a lot of it, at the bottom. As I said, I crossed my legs so it fell away, and he was just staring at them. After a little while I asked him if it would relax him if I rubbed his shoulders, and he came over to sit beside me on the bed and I rubbed his shoulders. He was still staring at my legs, and finally he asked me if it was okay if he touched them."

"And you said?"

"I just said, you touched them before, didn't you? And that was all he needed... just a couple of seconds later we were kissing, and he had his hand on my thigh, and, well, things kind of went on from there..."

"Details, Lucy, details."

She sighed yet again. "Well, while we were kissing he touched my breast--through my dress--and I wasn't wearing a bra. I unbuttoned it the rest of the way and he put his hand inside and started playing with my nipples, and the next thing I knew he was sucking them. Then he moved his head down and kissed my belly. I took my panties off and gave them to him, I said he could keep them as a souvenir, and I took off my dress and my shoes--I really wanted to be naked for him. He knelt down, he got between my legs, licking my thighs, and gently stroking my pubic hair. I was really wet, and he put a finger inside me, and then he put his head down there and started licking me, and I... I..."

"And he got you off. You came, right?"

She nodded. "Yes." Her eyes moved around quickly, furtively.

I patted her thigh. "Don't be embarrassed, it's okay. What happened then? You went down on him, right?"

She nodded again. "I was... uhm... maybe a little out of control by then. I was very direct with him, I couldn't believe it myself, even at the time. I just told him, straight out, that I wanted to suck his cock and I wanted him to come in my mouth."

"I am quite sure he didn't argue."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "He took off his pants and underwear. He was hard as a rock." She glanced at me; my only reaction to her story was excitement, and Lucy finally seemed to be sensing it, and her anxiety level seemed to be dropping. "He sat down on the bed and I went down on my knees between his legs, and... Oh, Larry, I felt so hot, so sexy, kneeling there, stroking his cock. I know I should have talked to you about this first, and I'm sorry about that, I--"

"Don't worry about that," I interrupted. "Just go on. I want to hear all the details."

'Details." She chewed her lip for a moment. "I was so excited, I felt so--wicked, naughty, sinful, I don't know. I wanted to take my time, so I just played with it for a while. I squeezed and pulled up on the shaft and a big drop of pre-come popped out. I licked it up and it tasted really good, really sweet, just like it did when he was here. I took his cock into my mouth then, and I looked into his eyes as I sucked him. He really looked excited too." By this time, she was bubbling over with excitement as she recounted every detail. How she licked his entire shaft and balls, savoring the taste of his genitals. With some obvious embarrassment she told me she even licked around his asshole and pushed her tongue into it, something she rarely did with me. She said Scott was overwhelmed, and all too quickly--for her--he started moaning, his body tensed and he told her he was coming.

"And a few seconds later, he filled my mouth with come. It squirted in really hard, hitting the back of my throat. I was so turned on, so hot. I held it in my mouth and showed it to him before I swallowed it." She paused. "And then, well, after that, I cleaned him up like I did when he was here, and I sat down beside him on his bed and we kissed and cuddled some and... and, well, that was... it..."

Clearly, I told myself, that was not quite it. "And what else?" I demanded.

She rolled her eyes. "What else was, the door popped open just then--we were still sitting on Scott's bed, both of us completely naked--and his roommate walked in. Scott was very embarrassed. I jumped up, feeling just as embarrassed. He didn't do anything right away, he just stood there staring at me and grinning."

I grinned too, seeing the scene in my mind. "Then what happened?"

"Well, he closed the door and asked Scott if I was his new girlfriend. Scott told him no, he explained that I was married and that he'd met me when he'd been hired to shoot an X-rated film of me and you, and that things had gone beyond that during the shoot and that we'd had sex. The roommate chided him for not telling him about it, then turned to me and asked me what I was doing in their room now."

"What did you say?"

She shrugged. "Well, I didn't say anything for a moment, I didn't know what to say, I've never been in a situation anything like that before. I was standing there stark naked, of course, and I realized I had one hand between my legs and my arm over my tits--an instinctive reaction, I guess." She paused and smiled. "But I did understand that there was no point in trying to deny the obvious--Scott and I were both naked, after all. So I put my hands on my hips, letting him see everything, and told him that Scott and I had become friends during the filming and that I had come over to give him a study break." She sighed and again gazed into the distance. From the look in her eyes and from her body language I was quite certain things hadn't stopped there.

"So what happened next?" I prompted. My own cock, already hard inside my pants, grew even harder as I waited for her answer.

"He just stood there smiling for a moment, looking me up and down, staring at my tits and my pussy. He told me I was really sexy, he complimented me on my legs, and he said I had a cute face and really pretty eyes--I remember that, he really seemed earnest about it, he said he really liked my eyes. Larry, he seemed like such a nice boy and he was good-looking too, big and muscular and very masculine-looking. He said something about Scott having all the luck and started off toward the bathroom, and I just said, maybe you can be lucky too. It just popped out of my mouth, I couldn't believe I said that."

"I take it this roommate didn't just go on to the bathroom."

"Well, no, he didn't. He turned right around and came back with this big, sorta goofy grin on his face, and asked me if I meant that he could have a study break as well, and I said we might be able to arrange something. Scott was just staring, he looked amazed, but he looked pleased, too. I can't blame him for being amazed. I was amazed."

"I am too," I admitted. "So you sucked him off too?"

"Ah... well, no," she answered. "He came on over to me and I could see that his pants were already beginning to bulge in the front. He started to reach out to me but then hesitated, so I grabbed his wrists and put his hands on my waist. I put my hands on his arms, they were just rock-hard, he was so muscular, but his touch was really gentle and that really turned me on, Larry, I couldn't help it it just did..."

"In case you need more reminding," I interrupted, "It's okay. Go on with your story."

"Well... I put my hands on his chest and he stripped off his shirt and then put his hands on my tits, and for a minute we just stood there with our hands on each others' chests. Without planning to do it I started pushing toward him, and he took me in his arms and put his hands on my ass. I could feel his cock through his pants, pushing against me, he was really hard already. He kissed me, and my breasts, my nipples, were rubbing against his chest, and I was getting really turned on..."

She stopped again. "And?" I prompted.

She sighed. "Larry, I couldn't have stopped then if my life depended on it. I slid down to my knees and unzipped his pants and worked his cock out. It was much thicker than yours, but not as long." Lucy's breathing was ragged, and her voice had a slight tremble in it as she sat there telling me her story. She licked her lips several times, then went on: "So I started licking the head of it, and he groaned, and he was so thick I had to stretch my mouth to take him in--I had to kind of work him in--and as I was doing that he was moaning and rolling his hips. I couldn't believe I was sucking yet another man's cock. Just a week ago your cock was the only one I knew. Now, I was kneeling before another young man--I didn't even know his name, not then--sucking his cock and really enjoying it."

"Did he come in your mouth?" I asked. My cock was so hard it was hurting.

"No. He stopped me, he raised me back up, and he pushed me toward his bed. I fell onto it. He took off his pants and underwear and then moved on top of me, pushing my legs apart and back. He sucked on each of my nipples for a while. Then, I felt him him rubbing the head of his cock in my slit, and suddenly I realized I was about to be penetrated by a total stranger." She stared at me for a minute, looking for further reassurance that I wasn't angry.

I gave it to her. "Go on, tell me the rest, I want to hear every detail. I still love you, it's okay. Your adventure is turning me on."

She gave me a little smile. "Okay. As he pressed the head of his cock into me, I could feel my pussy being stretched further than ever before. I couldn't believe the feeling, it was different, exciting. Once he had it in all the way I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders. I looked over at Scott and saw that he was staring at us and stroking his cock. Then I heard his roommate breathing becoming more and more labored and I could tell he was getting ready to come. He pushed really hard and deep into me and I could feel his come shooting into me." She smiled again. "And then he sorta collapsed on top of me, and he's a big guy, that was a little uncomfortable. I looked over at Scott who was jacking himself off. I told him to come over to me and come in my mouth." She smiled. "And he did. I just laid there and opened my mouth and he shot his come inside. Then I cleaned them both up with my tongue, the way I usually do." I listened with total fascination, wishing I could have watched my wife satisfy these two college studs.

"So, Scott came in your mouth twice and his roommate filled your pussy?" I asked. "Is that all that happened?"

She gave me an odd look. "Uhm, that was all the sex, yes. Scott's roommate rolled off me and I asked the boys if they'd enjoyed their study break. Scott's roommate asked me if I wanted to give some of his friends a break too, but I'd already done far more than I intended to do, and so I just smiled and told him I had to get home to my husband soon. But we talked some more and I.... uh..." Lucy paused, obviously not sure how to tell me whatever had transpired.

"You what? what happened next?" She remained silent for a moment, once again staring at the floor. I stared at her in turn; what could she be having a problem talking about after what she'd already told me? "Lucy?" I prompted.

She rolled her lips in for an instant. "Well, we sat and talked for a while. That was fun, too. We were all still naked, and the boys were sitting on either side of me and of course, they kept touching me. I let them do whatever they wanted, more or less, but I was firm in telling them we were done with having sex, that I had to get home. But we kept talking, and it kept getting later, and..."

"What were you talking about?"

"Well, sex, naturally... uhm, they were asking me... Scott's roommate--his name is Ben, as it turned out--he kept asking about his friends, and they kept saying I was so sexy and such a free spirit and all these nice compliments, and, well..."

"Could you get on with it, Lucy?"

"Yes, yes, sure, of course. Anyway, the subject came up... well, I told them about that porno movie we were watching last night, you know..."

"The gang bang film?"

She nodded. "Uh-huh, that one, that very one."

I was getting more exasperated by the minute. "Okay, so you told the boys about the gang bang film. And?"

"Well... I just... I mean, Ben had brought up the idea of their friends and all, and, well..." She paused and took a deep breath. "And finally I told them I'd like to do something like that sometime." She ducked her head, almost as if she expected me to slap her.

I was a little stunned, but very far from angry. "You mean you want to fuck and suck several guys at the same time? You told these boys that?"

"Uh-huh. I said I'd ask you what you thought of the idea."

"What I think of the idea is, when do you want to do it? As in, how soon?"

"Would Friday evening be okay? Scott's roommate said he could bring at least four other guys. Maybe five or six."

I was even more astounded. "You mean to tell me you've already set it up?"

"Well... tentatively... those boys were very persuasive..."

My cock was about to explode. I shoved my pants down, pushed her back onto the couch, ripped her dress open, got between her legs, and pushed my cock into her. She met me in kind, and we fucked furiously. As she came I, too, reached my climax and shot a huge load into her. I assured her I was totally, absolutely, in favor of her making her gang bang fantasy come true, and I wanted to be there to film it and participate. I also told her that whenever she felt like going out for an adventure as she had that afternoon she should do it--and, of course, give me all the details later.

We laid there and drifted off to sleep, our bodies melted together in passion.

It seemed like it took forever, but Friday finally came. Lucy called me around noon to tell me she was going home early, she was unable to concentrate on work, her mind was completely on what was going to happen that night, and she wanted to be well rested. I, too, was having difficulty concentrating; the thought of my once-chaste wife spreading her legs for a group of horny college boys kept me hard in eager anticipation. The only negative thing was that I wasn't going to be able to make a videotape, Scott had run this idea passed the other men and had received some objections.

When I arrived home I found her in the downstairs guest bedroom. She had pulled all the bedding off the queen sized bed except the top sheet and two pillows.

"Can I assume that this is where you want your gangbang to take place?" I asked her.

Lucy blushed. "Larry, are you sure you're okay with this? You're not going to think badly of me after I do it, are you?"

I shook my head back and forth firmly as I walked toward her. Taking her into my arms I hugged her, told her I loved her, and that her enjoying the sexual attention of a group of college boys could only increase that. We kissed, but Lucy said that if we did anything now it would take the edge off. I accepted that; she pulled away from me and headed for the shower.

A little after seven, the boys arrived--eight of them. At that time, Lucy was still upstairs getting ready, and I was left to greet them--although Scott helped, introducing them all with a flurry of names I quickly forgot--except for Ben, who I might have recognized simply from Lucy's description of him. I made small talk with them for a few minutes, then excused myself to go find out what was taking Lucy so long.

I found her in the hallway, peeking in at the group of eight boys and looking worried.

"How do I handle that many?" she whispered to me. "I may have gotten myself in too deep..."

I cut her off. "Relax," I told her. "You're going to do just fine. They aren't going to all come at you at once, you can pick and choose who does what when. Just do what comes naturally and whatever excites you at the moment. Now go start playing with them." She still seemed doubtful, but she controlled her expression and walked into the room to greet them.

They greeted her enthusiastically--but politely. They did stare at her, and with good reason; she looked stunning. Her hair and makeup were perfect; she was wearing a black silk top with buttons up the front. Her firm breasts looked inviting as her erect nipples, not concealed by a bra, pushed against the thin material. She also wore a very short red skirt, her black sheer French-cut panties, no stockings, and a pair of black pumps. Scott again did a round of introductions and she repeated each name, but I was sure she forgot them as quickly as I had. She sat down, and every few minutes she crossed and uncrossed her bare legs, drawing attention to them.

I went to the VCR. "This," I told the boys, "I'm sure you've heard about. This is the film Scott made of Lucy, and later of Lucy and myself making love. And finally, there's a trailer starring Lucy and Scott. Enjoy." I started the film. Lucy blushed as she appeared on screen, beginning her strip-tease. The boys sat and watched attentively, but in in complete silence. Their manner was the same as if they had been watching an interesting show on Animal Planet. Lucy sat watching them and looking a little confused.

At my request, Scott came to the kitchen with me to get the beer and chips. "What's wrong with them?" I asked him when we were alone. "That's not the kind of reaction I expected."

Scott shrugged. "They're nervous. They know Lucy's your wife. They don't want to offend you, and they don't really know what they can or can't do." He glanced at the door. "And neither do I, really."

"What you can do," I said, "is anything you want to do, assuming whatever that is is okay with Lucy. I guess I'll have to be more direct with the others."

When we came back, Lucy's naked pussy was on the screen, but the guys were still sitting and watching in subdued--if definitely interested--silence. I paused the VCR and told them they needed to loosen up--do what they'd do if I wasn't Lucy's husband, or if I wasn't there at all. They obeyed, starting slowly, but pretty soon they were shouting and whistling their approval and excitement. Lucy was blushing even more, but she got up and made a circuit around the room, visiting with each of the young men as they watched her dance on the TV.

Everyone had a beer in hand, and by then Lucy seemed to be getting into her comfort zone. In spite of the way she was dressed, she somehow managed to seem innocent and a little shy--and the effect was very appealing. "You guys," she said in a soft voice while she was standing close to the TV--which was then displaying nude images of her--"should know that you are free to touch me, wherever." She still seemed a little stiff, but she made her speech, then moved to the nearest boy--a tall and muscular young man with an unruly mop of black hair, crouched beside his chair, and gave him a long kiss. Breaking it, she gazed into his eyes. "Touch me," she whispered when he remained passive. "You're allowed to." Even then he seemed dubious. Maintaining eye contact with him, Lucy picked up his hand, moved it to her breast, and pushed her chest into it.

That broke the ice, and the boy began caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples through the sheer top. The next one had no hesitation, he flipped up her skirt, exposing her tight little ass, and ran his hands up her thighs. One of the boys complimented her, another called out that that was the finest ass he'd ever seen, and, quickly, the party atmosphere increased. Seemingly more and more at ease--even though the TV screen now showed the two of us fucking like rabbits--she moved to the next guy and then the next, kissing them, stroking their rising erections through their pants, and allowing them to touch her body. Several of them ran their hands up under her top to play with her breasts.

One of the boys called out to her to "take it off!" She turned to him immediately. "Take what off?" she asked, walking toward him.

He looked confused for a moment. "Your top?" he said after a pause.

"You don't sound sure."

Realizing she was teasing him, he grinned. "I am sure. Your top."

"Why?"

"Because I want to see your tits."

She cocked her head. "Is that all you want to do with them? Look at them?"

"No, I want to touch them, too."

"They've been touched. Anything else?"

"Yeah, I'd like to suck your nipples."

She laughed and started unbuttoning her blouse. While the boys watched closely, she slipped it back over her shoulders and then tossed it aside casually. She leaned over the boy and he lost no time in taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

"Oh, I do like that," she sighed, running her hands through his hair. She glanced at the boy sitting in the nearest chair. "I do have another one, you know. Interested?" The boy came to her instantly, and she smiled as the two of them sucked her nipples.

There was background music on the video; after a while Lucy pulled away from the two boys and started dancing to it. One of the guys called out to her to take the skirt off, and she did that immediately.

"Anything else?" she said, dancing languorously in front of him, clad only in her high heels and panties.

"Your panties," he answered, pointing.

"Why?"

He had learned from the previous exchange. "So I can see your pussy, touch it, lick it, and stick my finger up inside it!"

She gave him a mock-shocked look. "Naughty boy," she said. "But I do like naughty boys." She moved close to him, swayed her hips in front of his face, and pushed her panties down. Once she'd stepped out of them the young man started toying with her pussy and leaning over to lick it. When he pushed a finger up inside she closed her eyes for a moment, her eyelids fluttering. He finger-fucked her for a few minutes while the boys nearby played with her breasts and another gently stroked her smooth back.

After a short while she pulled away yet again, and moved back to a position near the TV, where the show had now reached the point where she was, on screen, fucking Scott. She sat down on the floor, her knees together; the boys called out to her to "spread 'em!" and she did, leaning back on her elbows, lifting her legs, and spreading them wide. They cheered wildly, and were getting into such a frenzy I wondered if they might simply pounce on her and ravage her right then and there. But, these boys were gentlemen as well as lusty studs. This was Lucy's show, and they waited patiently for her to signal her readiness.

And she did, almost immediately. Lying on her back on the floor, her knees far apart, she smiled at one of the guys--the one she'd referred to as a "naughty boy"--and beckoned to him with a crooked finger. As he came to her, she sat up quickly, grabbed one of his thighs, and pulled him toward herself. When he was close, she fumbled with his belt and zipper, but a moment later his pants dropped around his ankles. She pulled his boxers down and a long but slender cock popped into sight.

"Nice," she murmured, caressing it with her hand. While all the other boys watched intently, she looked up at "Naughty boy" with soulful eyes and began licking the head of his cock. When she slipped it into her mouth, the boy groaned and everyone else cheered. She sucked him passionately for several minutes, sliding his cock far into her mouth. Then she let him go and asked him to lie down on the floor on his back. He complied; she crouched over him and lowered herself slowly until his cock was touching her groin. She guided it with her hand and her eyelids fluttered as she sank down on him, taking his cock fully inside herself.

"Oh, yes," she sighed, smiling down at him as she squirmed on him. "Oh, yes, this is good..."

"Damn straight it is," the boy agreed, and everyone laughed.

Lucy looked up at the others, her audience at the moment. "Scott," she said, her voice low, "take your clothes off and come here." She glanced at the others with wide eyes. "In fact, all of you should get your clothes off." With a wide grin Scott complied, and a moment later Lucy had his erection in her mouth. The others began undressing as well, and soon enough all six of the remaining boys were gathered around her. They began stroking her legs and teasing her nipples, and she in turn took a cock in each hand and began pumping them slowly. One of those cocks, I noticed, was truly huge. I just shook my head as my own cock felt like it was threatening to break out of my pants on its own.

Ben, the big muscular guy, was standing beside her head opposite Scott. After a few minutes, Lucy released Scott's cock, turned her head, and took Ben's into her mouth. As she did she made eye contact with me, and she watched my face for a while as she sucked Ben's cock. I smiled and nodded my complete approval. There wasn't a way, I was thinking, that I could be enjoying myself more.

After several minutes, Lucy let Ben's cock go and, seemingly a little reluctantly, rose off the boy underneath her. "We need to give someone else a turn," she told him with a smile. "I'll get back to you, though." Stepping away from him, she sat down in a chair and spread her legs. "Next," she said with a rich smile as she pulled one of the boys toward her. "Take turns with me," she said as the boy slid his cock smoothly into her. "I want to have every one of you inside me before any of you come. And when you do come, I want you all to come in my mouth." She paused and giggled. "Unless you get carried away. If you can't hold back and you come inside me, I'll forgive you." As someone offered a cock to her face, she looked over at me. "I just love this," she said before taking it into her mouth.

"So do I, honey," I told her. "I don't think you can imagine how much."

The boys organized themselves, with only a few minor arguments about the sequence, but managed without problems to follow her instruction to take turns fucking her. Throughout, she constantly had a cock in her mouth, as well, and the boys took turns with that, too. One of the boys asked if she wanted to try one up her ass, but she shook her head and that subject was never mentioned again.

Then, after she'd been fucked by five of the guys, the boy I'd noticed before, the one with the outsized cock, stepped up between her legs. Lucy, noticing, stared at it and let go of the boy she'd been sucking. The boy's erection--or semi-erection, actually--was more than a foot long and at least two full inches in diameter. He was otherwise slender and not overly muscular; the giant cock looked out of place on him.

"Good god," she murmured. "Where'd you come from?"

"We call him 'Big John,'" Ben said with a laugh. "He's kind of famous at school."

"I can see why." She reached down and cradled it in her hand.

"Don't worry, ma'am," the boy said politely. "No girl can take it all, I usually just put it in just a little way."

Lucy glared at him. "For god's sake, don't call me ma'am, my name's Lucy," she almost growled. "And as for that thing, bring it here and let's see what we can do with it." She pulled it toward her cunt with her hand, guiding it until the oversized head was lying between her vaginal lips. "Now," she said, "a couple of you guys hold my shoulders and my legs so I don't slide back. And you," she went on, pointing to Big John, "push."

While everyone--including me--watched closely, John began to push, and in response Lucy squirmed against him. Her cunt expanded, the head of his cock slipped in. She gave a groan and twisted her hips from side to side. John stopped pushing, only an inch or so of his cock penetrating her.

"Don't stop," she told him. "Keep going, keep pushing. Don't stop unless I tell you to."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure." To emphasize her words, she grabbed his waist and pulled him onward. He began to push again, and more of his massive cock disappeared inside her. She frowned and groaned but she kept squirming and kept pulling him with her hands. His cock moved on in, and still Lucy did not call a halt to it. Her cunt looked like it was stretched almost to the breaking point, but John's cock kept sliding on in. Finally his cock vanished and his pubes met hers, and everyone, again including me, cheered.

"Yes!" she said, her voice harsh. "Damn, that hurts but it hurts good! Keep it in there like that for a minute, deep in me..." She then turned her attention to the two boys standing alongside her and again began sucking their cocks, alternating between one and the other. After a short while John began pistoning his massive cock in and out of her stretched cunt, and continued until he too stepped aside for another of the guys to have a turn.

The request she'd made at the beginning was honored; none of them came until all eight had had at least one turn fucking her. A second round had begun, Scott had already taken a second turn and Ben was just starting one when the guy she'd called "Naughty Boy," whose cock was in her mouth at the time, announced that he was at the point of no return. She held his hips and held her head still while he groaned and unloaded his semen in her mouth. When he pulled out, she broke into a wide grin and opened her mouth, letting the others--and me--see the come inside before swallowing it. That seemed to set off a chain reaction, and within seconds another was discharging into her mouth while a third, unable to wait, sprayed his onto her face. From there it went fairly quickly, and within ten minutes or so all of them had climaxed into her mouth or onto her face.

"Now, dessert," she said with a mischievous grin as she wiped come from her face and then licked it off her fingers. She pointed to me. "You."

I had not at that point undressed, but I did so quickly, came to her, and immediately slipped my cock into her extremely wet cunt. The boys cheered us on as I began to fuck her slowly, sensuously, and lovingly.

"Touch her," I encouraged them as I pistoned in and out. "Suck her nipples, stroke her legs, don't hold back."

The reaction was immediate, and Lucy sighed with pleasure as they played with and sucked on her nipples and caressed her legs and hips. Ben carefully wiped away the rest of the come from her cheeks and nose, let her lick it off his fingers, and then kissed her passionately. Scott first stroked her stomach and fingered her navel, then, after a meaningful look at me, slid his hand on down and began teasing her clitoris. Her response to that was almost immediate, her legs going rigid as she exploded in orgasm.

That, along with the incredible stimulation I'd been feeling watching her with this group of young men, did not help me last long, and a few minutes later I was spraying my come into her cunt, and that sent her into another orgasm. After a moment, I withdrew from her and got up, and the boys stopped playing with her. She sat up in the chair. I was sure she thought it was over, but these were very young men and their erections were already beginning to return.

"I think," Ben said, "that I would really like to have some sloppy seconds." Lucy looked up at him and cocked an eyebrow, and as she did the other guys started chanting: "Sloppy seconds, sloppy seconds, we want sloppy seconds!"

She giggled. "You'll have to forgive me, I'm still sort of a naif and I haven't heard that term before." She looked around at the erect and rising cocks surrounding her. "I do think I can figure out what it means, though!" She stood up. "I want to lie down, though This chair is giving me a backache." She started walking toward the guest bedroom. "Follow me, gentlemen," she said.

Once in the bedroom, she stretched out on the stripped bed. "One at a time this time, men," she said as they gathered around the bed. "I want to be able to focus on each one of you now. Ben, you asked first, so you go first. She looked at Big John. "And you," she told him, "are last."

Smiling, Ben came to her, climbing onto the bed. She spread her legs; he positioned himself between them and slipped his cock inside her. "Mmm, yes, nice," she murmured, wrapping her legs around him, running her fingers through his hair, kissing his shoulder. "Go deep, oh, yes, mmm..." She turned her head to the side, saw me watching, and gave me a brilliant smile.

Then she turned her attention back to Ben. At the time I thought it a bit strange, but on reflection it didn't seem so; she was far more of an active participant having sex with the boys one at a time, before she had been somewhat passive. Now, she was fully Ben's lover, and she continued that way until he added his semen to mine inside her--after she had had another orgasm of her own. The next boy came to her almost immediately, and the scene was almost exactly the same. By the time it was Big John's turn, her groin and her inner thighs were liberally streaked with the semen that was leaking out of her, and the bed between her legs was completely soaked.

"I've been looking forward to you," Lucy said as John climbed onto the bed between her legs. "I want you to put that thing in me as far as it'll go. Force it in if you have to. You already know I can take it, so don't hold back." He kissed her, caressed her face, then her breasts. He was very gentle with her, his manner affectionate, his touches light. She herself guided the head of his massive cock to her cunt, and she gasped when he pushed his hips forward and the glans slipped inside. Even so, she pushed her own hips into it as well, and, as before, his cock slowly disappeared inside her. As before, everyone cheered and applauded, but Lucy hardly seemed to notice, she was utterly and absolutely focused on John. She wrapped her legs around his slim hips, locking her ankles behind him, pulling him in harder.

"Never... had sex like this... this good," he managed to say.

She gave him a warm smile. "Enjoy it," she said. "I sure am!" In spite of his earlier orgasm, he did not last very long, soon adding yet another load of come to the pool inside her.

After he pulled out, Lucy sort of wilted; she was obviously completely exhausted. One by one, the boys gave her a good-bye kiss, but she hardly seemed aware of the last few. I ushered them out of the bedroom, got them dressed and out of the house, then went back to find Lucy sound asleep. Thinking it would be better to simply let her rest for a while rather than even trying to get her into the shower, I got a warm damp cloth and cleaned up her groin and legs; she smiled in her sleep as I did this. Leaving her there, I then fell asleep on the couch, only to waken a few hours later to the sound of the shower running.

I went in to kiss her. She looked happier, I think, than I'd ever seen her look.

Standing on the balcony outside our hotel room, peering through a small opening in the drapes Lucy and I had arranged for the occasion, I watched as my wife slowly stripped for the stranger she had just picked up, the stranger who had no idea I was watching. Even though I knew what was going to happen, it somehow amazed me to see him hand her money once she'd gotten naked. She was actually whoring herself for my viewing pleasure.

We were, at the time, out of town, several hundred miles from our home city. Three weeks had passed since the night of the gang-bang, and while that scene had not been repeated--yet--Lucy, apparently enjoying her new role as a wanton, had been over to the campus several times to see--and, of course, have sex with--Scott, Ben, John, and several other students I knew only by her descriptions. Besides that, Scott and Ben had, at different times, visited us at our home to have sex with her while I watched and videotaped. During one of our after-sex conversations, I had remarked jokingly that she could have had a very profitable business as a hooker. Lucy had picked up on this immediately, and after a bit of discussion she suggested that we go out to a nightclub, separate after going in, and she would try to pick up a stranger, bring him back to our room, and fuck him while I watched in secret. The next night, we put her plan into action.

Unknown to me, the idea of working as a prostitute wasn't a new one for her. As she told me later, when she was in college, she knew that one of her roommates was helping to pay her way by "turning tricks." Several times she had been offered the opportunity to do the same, but inexperienced and scared, she had always declined. Still, she said, she had often wondered what it would be like to be meet a complete stranger and fuck him for money.

We had gone to the club as planned. Lucy, having gone on a shopping trip that day, was dressed in heels, a sheer white top, and a plaid skirt so short that it not only exposed all of her legs, but also, if she bent over even slightly, the lower curves of her buttocks. Given her good looks and that outfit, it wasn't any time at all before she had attracted the attention of several single men. She focused on one of them, and, within an hour of our arrival, she and the man were taking a taxi to our hotel while I raced ahead of them to get into position before they arrived.

A knot of anticipation in my stomach, I watched as, nude except for her spike-heel shoes, she dropped to her knees in front of the man. Clinging to his belt, her back arched, she looked up at him with an expression that was just perfect for the occasion; she was smiling, she had been more than friendly since their arrival, but she did not appear especially lustful; in other words, perfect for the seasoned professional. He nodded to her, and she quickly unfastened his pants, freeing his hard and ready cock.

While her hands gently fondled his cock and balls, she kissed the tip of his cock, moistening her lips with his pre-come. She curled her tongue around the swollen head several times, causing him to squirm and his knees to buckle.

"Suck it, babe, suck it!" the stranger demanded. Obediently, she took the shaft in her hand, looked up at him with that friendly smile, licked her lips seductively, and then guided his cock between her lips and into her mouth. From outside, I watched while my sweet wife vigorously sucked this stranger for a good ten minutes. Then he pushed her head back; his cock came out of her mouth with a slurping sound. Without saying anything, the man pulled her to her feet and led her toward the bed. She crawled atop it, kicking off her shoes as she went, while the man quickly removed his clothes. She started out lying on her side, but, as the man stripped off his underwear, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, her knees up, her cunt fully exposed.

He came onto the bed between her legs, leaned over her and sucked each of her nipples for a moment, and then moved to kiss her--she, however, deflected the kiss, making it only a light touch. He took no offense. He simply guided his cock to her waiting--and obviously very wet--cunt. My view was perfect. As he penetrated her I could see his cock disappear slowly into her. Once it was deep inside, she wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles.

This guy knew how to pace himself. After fucking her in the missionary position for at least ten minutes, he pulled out and rolled on to his back so she could ride him. With her hands on his chest, her head back, and her eyes closed, she began to thrust her hips in a rapid vigorous forward motion without rising up on the cock she was so deeply impaled on.

Beads of sweat formed on her back as she fucked him non-stop for ten minutes. I could not see her face, but from the quivering of her body I knew that, in spite of her professional manner, she was about to come herself. And she did; a moment later she cried out softly as she climaxed and fell upon his chest, her legs straightened along his. Then, almost immediately, she pulled herself up straight and began bouncing her hips up and down, grinding her clit against his pubic bone and bringing herself to another shattering orgasm. My only wish was that she had turned around so I could see her from the front.

She became still for a moment. "Oh, you are good," she commented.

"I think that was all you, babe," he answered with a grin. He pinched her nipples. "You want to get on your hands and knees for me?"

"Sure." She complied, and he entered her from behind. He began fucking her very hard then, filling the room with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Finally, his orgasm began to approach. Sweat poured off him, his breathing became fast and heavy. With a loud groan he slammed tightly against Lucy's ass, and from the jerking of his body I knew he was filling her cunt full of his come.

Exhausted, he fell against her back, forcing her down onto the bed. Slowly, he rolled his ass, savoring the afterglow of his orgasm, occasionally, his whole body would shudder. Then he rolled over on his side, pulling her with him. Now, they were lying on the bed like two spoons together. I watched as he caressed her body, enjoying every sensual curve he could reach.

They laid there for several moments as his cock softened and slid out of her. Finally, he got up. "It's been great, babe," he said as he reached for his clothes. "Worth every penny."

"Wait," Lucy said, rolling off the bed. "You're all sticky and messy. Let me take care of that." She giggled. "Just part of the service." She sat him back down, knelt in front of him, and took his flaccid cock in her mouth, rolling it around inside and washing it carefully with her tongue.

"You're going to get me going again," he said, running his fingers through her hair.

She looked up at him with those soft soulful eyes. "That's not a problem for me," she told him. "Unless you're really in a hurry. And there is no extra charge." Still gazing up at his face, she took his entire flaccid cock inside her mouth. I saw her smile around it as it started to harden again, and before long her lips were gliding up and down on the firm shaft.

"Oh, baby," he sighed, "you are one hot fucking whore!" He held her head in his hands. "Show me how deep you can take it, baby," he said. "Show me how deep." Still watching his face, she nodded. This was new territory, and I watched, fascinated, as he gently pushed his entire length--it must have been seven or eight inches--into her mouth. She gagged a couple of times but didn't try to pull away as he forced his stiff cock down her throat, continuing until her nose was nestled in his pubic hair. After a moment she pulled back off his cock and took a deep breath; saliva frothed around her mouth until it hung off her chin.

"First time I ever did that," she told him.

He seemed delighted. "Want to do it again?"

"Fine by me." Holding the back of her head, he pulled her mouth back to his waiting cock. She took him back in readily, grasping his ass cheeks in her hands she began pulling her mouth down onto his cock, deeper and deeper until the entire length was inside her mouth and throat, doing it herself this time and doing it without gagging. Once she had it fully in she moved her head around a little before backing off, taking another deep breath, and doing it again.

"I want to fuck your mouth," the stranger said. "You mind?" She shook her head. He stood up, held her head in his hands, and began thrusting his hips--fucking her mouth, just as he'd said. Over the next few seconds his strokes became faster, harder, and deeper. He was ramming his cock far down into her throat, and when he was all the way in he literally ground her head into his groin. Lucy just held onto his thighs and let him do as he wished. I just shook my head. My pretty wife was his whore, and her sweet sexy mouth was the instrument of his pleasure.

Several minutes passed. I watched, and I listened to the slurping sounds of Lucy's mouth as she accommodated this man's deep-thrusting cock. I could hear their voices, too. His was animalistic as he frantically fucked her mouth, hers were largely just grunts each time his cock hit bottom in her throat.

"Babe, you are something, you're the hottest whore I ever met," he told her. He slammed his cock deep into her mouth again. "I'm going to shoot my juice right down your throat." She nodded and worked at his thighs with her fingers. A few minutes later he started groaning, drove his cock hard and deep into her mouth, and came. Lucy waited patiently until he'd finished, then slowly drew her head back. With just the head of his cock still in her mouth, she looked up at him and smiled brilliantly. She opened her mouth a little, moved her tongue around his cock, and a thick bead of semen ran over her lips, onto her chin, and dripped onto her breast. She then swallowed, making sure he could see it, and finally used her lips and tongue to clean him up completely, as before.

Once dressed, the stranger--after making several more complimentary comments and giving her an affectionate hug--tipped her an extra twenty and left.

When I entered the room, the smell of sex was overwhelming. Quickly, I stripped. Lucy was totally exhausted, but she knew I needed sexual release after watching her fuck and suck this stranger. She laid there, her legs spread, and looked up at me as I came to the bed.

"Did you enjoy the show?" she asked.

"Very much."

She stretched her arms. "That's what I am now, I guess. Your showgirl." She looked down at her body. "You're going to have to take sloppy seconds," she said. "You mind?"

"Not a bit," I told her.

The end of our good times came suddenly, unexpectedly, and brutally. Lucy had been experiencing some headaches, and had gone to the doctor about it. I did not go with her, we were both sure it was something trivial. But the day she went, I came home to find her sitting on the sofa and crying bitterly. They had done much more testing than she had expected, and the diagnosis was glioblastoma--the deadliest of all brain tumors, and hers was already highly advanced, which was surprising considering the fairly mild symptoms she was experiencing. The doctors had told her that they expected very severe symptoms, including extreme pain that would require heavy doses of opiates, to set in within a few weeks to months. For her to survive six months, they said, would be a miracle.

To say I was stunned--and heartbroken--would be an incredible understatement. We went back to the doctors, got a second opinion, had more tests--the results were if anything even worse. The location of the tumor, they said, would allow her a normal life for just a few more weeks, until it grew a little more. When it did, they told us, we should expect the worst. Her final days, they said, would be in an opiate stupor, there was no way she could be expected to tolerate the pain without them.

Once we had digested all this, we discussed it. Lucy planned suicide. With no chance at all at survival, there was no reason for her to go through a long, slow, and excruciatingly painful decline. I of course supported this decision--it seemed the only rational one--and told her to make her plans and I would help in any way I could.

I then didn't hear much more about it for several days. I didn't want to push it, it was essentially her decision alone, and I planned to respect that, offering objections only if I saw something as unworkable. Then, one afternoon when I came in from work, she told me we had to talk. "I need to tell you," she said, "exactly what I've done. You probably won't approve, and if you don't we can discuss it. But I've made some decisions."

I stared at the floor. "I hate talking about it," I answered. "But in the end, whatever you've decided to do, whenever you're going to do it, it's going to be okay with me."

"I'm not so sure. But you do need to hear it, we do need to talk about it." She traced a fingertip along the back of her hand. "I decided," she continued after a few long seconds, "that I didn't really want to kill myself after all." She looked up at me, her eyes intense and seemingly darker than usual. "I've considered hanging myself, shooting myself, cutting my wrists, taking sleeping pills. A staged car wreck, but that's much too uncertain. I don't like the idea of any of them."

"I must say, I can't really blame you for that." I watched her eyes, thinking about the horrors she was condemning herself to with this decision.

"You don't understand. I haven't changed my mind about ending my life. What I've done, Larry, is..." she looked away quickly, "I've hired a man to kill me."

"What!?" I shouted. "Lucy, you can't be serious!"

She looked back at me. Her expression was peaceful. "I hired a man, a man who does contract killings. I--"

"Lucy, you're... where in the hell would you find such a person?"

"I called up my old college roommate, Allison. Remember, I told you, she was the one who was working as a hooker even when she was in school. She continued to do that and she has all sorts of underworld contacts. She put me in touch with a man, I contacted him, and we met, and..."

"Lucy, you should have told me about this!"

"I am telling you about it," she answered calmly, "right now. I just met with him today." She gave me a timid smile. "You want to hear the details?"

I held my head in my hands. "Yes," I said finally. "Go ahead."

"Well," she began, "it was kind of complicated. I had to call this guy Chester at a bar, tell him I needed to hire someone for a 4DC and give him my cell phone number, and--"

"A '4DC'?"

She laughed, although without a lot of humor; the last couple of weeks had taken much of the humor out of our lives. "I didn't know either. A code, as I found out later. "'4DC, as in 'DDDDC.' If comes from an old song by AC/DC, a 'Dirty Deed Done Dirt Cheap.' Anyway, he called me within the hour and told me to meet him at a bar called Sam's Place, on Twenty-third Street."

"And you did it? That's a rough part of town, Lucy!"

She laughed again. "And so? I could get murdered? So what, Larry? It wouldn't be ideal but it would take care of the problem, wouldn't it?"

"No, I--"

She waved her hand. "Anyway. He asked me to wear something special so he could identify me, and I chose the shirt-dress. I went to Sam's, sat down in a booth, and ordered a drink. A little while later a man came over and sat down across from me. I was really surprised. I don't know what I expected him to look like, but he was just an ordinary guy, there didn't seem to be anything special about him at all."

"I guess that doesn't surprise me too much. He wouldn't be effective if he looked like Darth Vader."

"No, I suppose not. Anyway, he asked me who I needed 'out of the way,' as he put it. I told him it was me, and he actually laughed, he told me that I wasn't the first woman he'd encountered who wanted to take out a contract on herself. I explained the situation to him, and he seemed very sympathetic. Larry, he seemed like a nice guy; I thought that was really weird."

"But he took the contract."

"Yes. He said he'd do it very cheaply, because of the circumstances, and, as he put it, the low risk. Two thousand dollars; half today and half when he does the job. I already paid him."

I just sighed. "Lucy, this is..."

"That's not the whole story and not all I have to say, Larry."

"Okay. Okay, go ahead."

"He said he had a small office upstairs at the bar, and he asked me to follow him so we could discuss the details and I could pay him, he said such things should never be discussed in public where someone could accidentally overhear, not even there, at that bar. So I followed him upstairs. The office was just a tiny room, he had a little desk and a couch and a couple of chairs, that was it. He sat down behind the desk and put his feet up and asked me when I wanted it done and how. I said that the doctors had told me I'd start going all to pieces in a month or six weeks or so, so maybe about three weeks. As for how, I said something like, 'the usual way,' thinking he probably used a gun. I said I wanted it quick, no pain."

"So in three weeks, this guy--"

"Let me finish. So he said, yes, we can do it that way. He said he could take me by surprise, put a bullet in behind my ear, and I'd never know what hit me. He assured me he had the skills to do that, that he'd done it many times before, and if that's what I decided on he'd do it that way. But he also said I should consider something else."

"Something else?"

She nodded. "Yes. He asked me to consider having myself stabbed to death."

I stared at her. "Stabbed? Lucy, that wouldn't be quick or painless, you--"

She waved me into silence. "Yes, I know, and that's exactly what I said. Frankly, I was horrified at the idea. But he said listen, and listen with an open mind, and remember that you're hiring me. In the end I'll do things the way you want them done. But, he said, no matter how we do it, this is going to be the last experience of your life. He said that being stabbed is nowhere near as painful as it sounds, and that being killed with a knife can be a powerfully erotic experience for a woman. He told me he knew that from experience, he'd--"

I snorted. "It can be a powerfully erotic experience for him, I'd say!"

"Again, that's almost exactly what I said. He just laughed and he said yes, that was true, especially true when the woman was attractive--and he said he thought I was very attractive--and he wasn't going to pretend otherwise. But, he said, it works both ways. He told me to think about the sexual symbolism of the knife. And then he surprised me, he asked me if I thought I could trust him."

"Trust him?"

"Yes. I said, that's a strange thing to ask since I'm hiring you to kill me. But then I said, sure, I guess, I am after all trusting you not to just take my money and disappear. Anyway, he then asked me to undress."

"Undress? Why?"

"I wasn't sure, but I didn't ask. What difference did it make? This man is going to kill me, you can't get any more personal than that. I did as he asked, I took off my clothes. When I was naked, he got up and came over and stood very close to me. He has a nice smile, I know that's a weird thing to say but it's true." She paused and frowned deeply. "And somehow, for some reason, just the fact that I knew he was going to kill me made him seem... sexy. I don't know, don't ask me, I'm just telling you what I was feeling. Anyway, he didn't say anything at all, he just reached into his pocket, took out a switchblade knife, and snapped it open."

I stared at her. "My god... he wanted to do it right then and there?"

Lucy closed her eyes for a moment. "That's what I thought. I was really scared. I told him so and I said, I guess it's okay if you kill me now, it makes things a lot less complicated--although I didn't want to just disappear on you, Larry, leave you not knowing what had happened to me. But, I said to him, you won't get the rest of your money, I don't have that much with me. He said relax, I'm not going to hurt you. He told me to examine the knife, and I did. It was small and slender, and it was very very sharp on both edges. He said a sharp knife doesn't hurt, it goes in easily and smoothly. It cuts, he said, it doesn't tear. Then he told me to put my hands on his shoulders. I did, and he gazed straight into my eyes. He brought the knife down and he touched my side with it. I jumped, and he snapped at me to stand perfectly still, he said he didn't want to have an accident. I did, he laid his other hand on my breast, and he pressed in a little with the knife's point." She looked away for a moment. "He said to imagine the knife going into my belly the way a cock would go into my pussy. Ultimate sex, he called it--fatal sex. I did imagine it, and I discovered I breathing hard and I was getting wet."

"Damn, Lucy--" I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. The idea of Lucy standing in front of this stranger naked, the idea of him pricking her with the point of a knife--and, although I had a problem admitting it to myself--the idea of him thrusting the knife into her naked body was causing me to get an erection. The idea of her accepting it willingly made it even more exciting yet.

"I told him, yes, I understand. It is exciting. I can't know if it would be if you actually did it, but the idea of it is. He grinned, and he moved a little closer. He used the knife's point to lightly prick my navel, each of my nipples, and finally my clit--hard enough to hurt just a little, not hard enough to draw blood. He seemed very expert, it almost seemed to me as if his knife was a part of him, not an object he was holding." She shook her head. "Larry, in a way I really did want him to stab that knife into me, right then. I couldn't believe it myself."

I was harder than ever and trying to conceal it. "Lucy, this is just--"

She didn't notice, and she went on as if I hadn't spoken. "I found myself leaning toward the knife when he touched me with it. He seemed to know I would do that and he kept pulling back, his control was perfect. And then I realized my hands were on the front of his pants, and he was hard as a rock. I didn't really ever decide to do it, but I went down on my knees in front of him, dug his cock out, and started sucking it."

At this point I could only stare, wide-eyed in disbelief, speechless.

She looked off into the distance. "After a while he pulled me up, moved me over to his couch--I was just helpless, I couldn't have resisted if I'd wanted to--and sat me down. He asked me to spread my legs. I did, and he asked my permission, kinda formally, to fuck me. I told him it was much more than okay and he slid his cock inside me. He was very gentle with me, stroking my thighs and my breasts and my face as he fucked me slowly. A few minutes later I was begging him to prick me with his knife again. He did, concentrating on my nipples, and just a few seconds later I came. I asked him to tell me what it would be like if I had him kill me with his knife. He laid his hand on my belly and said he'd knife me there--that's what he said, 'knife me,' not 'stab me'--first. He said he'd go in fast and deep, and use the edge to cut as he pulled it out so I'd bleed a lot. He said there wouldn't be much pain, and I believe him, Larry, I think he really knows what he's doing. He told me he'd pierce my belly--he never did use the word 'stab'--several times, and he'd also pierce my breasts and in between my ribs, and he laid his hand on each spot as he mentioned it. He said that he could put that little knife in me at least a dozen times before I died, and when I did die I'd die of blood loss. He told me that dying of blood loss is a soft easy death, and after you've bled enough you don't feel any pain and you don't worry about surviving anymore." She looked back at me, her eyes intense. "And I decided... I told him... I really want it this way, Larry. I want him to knife me to death."

"I can't believe this."

"I'm supposed to call the bar when I'm ready. Then he'll call me back and tell me where to go. I'll meet him, and he'll kill me." Her manner softened. "But you--I talked to him about you after we'd finished having sex. I said I want you with me when I die--if you were willing. He said that was okay with him, but he told me to warn you that that would make you as guilty of murder as he was. If you don't want to be there, then I'll go meet him alone. That might be better, I certainly don't want to put you at risk of a murder charge if something went wrong."

"I don't care about the law, Lucy," I said immediately. "I do want to be with you, no matter what."

She smiled. "I'm glad..." She looked hard into my eyes. "Does the idea of me being killed with a knife excite you?"

I pursed my lips. "I'd be lying if I said it didn't." I moved her hands to my groin.

Her smile broadened. "Good. I hoped it would. I want to fuck him again, I want to suck his cock again. Before he kills me or while he's doing it. I want to have sex with him while you're watching, knowing that I'm screwing the man who's going to kill me." She closed her eyes for a moment. "But what I want more than anything," she went on, "is to have your cock in me the first time he knifes me. I want you deep inside me when the knife first goes in. Is that okay?"

"More than okay," I assured her.

She started unzipping my pants. "And I want to be looking into your eyes," she went on, "when I die. I want your face to be the last thing I see."

"Get your clothes off, Lucy," I asked. She obliged, and I undressed as she did. Once we were both nude, she took my erection in her mouth. "I can't help," I told her as she sucked me, "visualizing this already. This man pushing a knife into your belly, the blade sliding in... you crying out with the pain but doing nothing whatever to stop him or try to escape... blood pouring out of you..." Lucy's eyes squeezed shut and she nodded.

It did not take more than another minute or two for me to ejaculate into her mouth.

We had remained close with Scott and Ben, and Lucy had told them about her diagnosis within a few days of receiving the second opinion. The young men were more than solicitous, treating her like royalty. She continued to have sex with them too, sometimes when I was there and sometimes when I was not. They were concerned that it might "aggravate her condition," but she assured them that was not the case, and she stated firmly that she wanted to have a lot of sex in the few weeks of life remaining to her.

"I want to tell them, Larry," she said suddenly, on a night when we were having pizza with Scott and Ben at our house.

"Tell us what?" Scott asked innocently.

"You sure it's a good idea?" I asked.

"No. But I want them to know."

I just sighed and nodded. I could not, it seemed, refuse her anything now--even though I was not unaware that having Scott and Ben know about her plans increased the legal risk for me.

Lucy turned to look at Scott. "I told you," she began, "that I planned to commit suicide before the worst of this sets in. I've changed my mind."

Scott frowned. "But you said--"

"I know. And I still don't want to--and won't--experience the worst of it." She smiled; the smile could not be seen as other than mischievous, in spite of the gravity of the circumstance. "Instead, I've hired a man to kill me."

Scott didn't say anything, but Ben nodded. "I don't think that's a bad idea," he said after a moment. "Quick and clean, you don't have to do anything yourself..."

"Last part's somewhat true, first part isn't at all. It won't be quick or clean. The man is going to kill me with a knife. He's shown it to me already; it isn't large. He'll says he'll have to use it on me dozens of times to kill me, and he says when I do die it'll be from blood loss."

The boys stared. "Lucy, that's horrible! Why would you want to put yourself through that?"

"Because," she answered, "I don't think it will be horrible at all. Let me explain." She stood up and started walking back and forth in the dining room, and as she went, she started taking off her clothes. "I'll be naked," she said, "completely naked when that man kills me. I've asked that Larry be inside me when the knife first goes in, but..." she paused, smiled, and stepped out of her panties, her last garment. "I can't imagine he'll last long after that!" She giggled, then started stroking her flat belly around her navel. "He said he'd knife me here first. A razor sharp blade, deep inside me. Blood flowing out, pain... my legs trembling... mm..."

"You're just going to let him do that?" Scott asked, his eyes wide.

"Yes I am." She moved close to him. "I've been thinking about it a lot. In fact, it's about all I've been thinking about." She picked up his hand and pressed it against her lower belly. "Just imagine a knife blade going into me there... going deep, cutting me inside, blood flowing out... that's what's going to happen, just a few weeks from now..." She put her hands up to her hair; Scott's hand remained on her belly.

"I can't believe what I'm hearing," Scott said. His hand drifted up to her breast. "You think he'll stab you here, as well?"

She smiled richly. "I'm sure of it," she replied. "He was pricking my nipples with the point of the knife when--"

The boys stopped her at that point, as they realized that she'd already met with the hitman--and, naturally, they wanted to hear the whole story. She told them, leaving nothing out. As she spoke, they ran their hands all over her.

"I want to be there," Scott said, "when this happens."

"Me too!" Ben agreed.

"You can't be," I informed them. "If you are, you'll be just as guilty of murder as the hitman."

"You're going to be there, aren't you?" Scott demanded. "Yes, you are, she already said she wanted you inside her when the knife first went in. Doesn't that make you guilty as well?"

"Yes, but I'm her husband, and so--"

"Doesn't matter to me," Scott interrupted. "Don't deny us this. We love you, and we want to be with you in your last minutes."

Lucy, her eyes wet, nodded. "I'll go speak with the hitman," she said. "It'll have to be okay with him. It is okay with me." She then smiled. "But now, all of you need to get your clothes off. I have a feeling you might be getting a bit wound up!"

True to her word, Lucy went down to Sam's Place the very next night. Nervous, not knowing the protocols, she didn't want to ask for "the hitman." She asked the bartender about a man who had a small office upstairs. He told her there were several people who had offices upstairs, then just stared at her eyes fixedly for several minutes. "But you probably mean Denny. He's a contract killer and he specializes in killing sexy women. Given that you are a sexy woman, and you're here in this dangerous place all alone, I figure you're planning to have yourself snuffed."

"I just stood there, I wasn't sure how to answer him, Larry," she told me as she was recounting the story later on. "He certainly had nailed it, but I wasn't sure if agreeing would cause problems for Denny. But he quickly resolved that problem, telling me that I wasn't the first and I wouldn't be the last. He said Denny was not there at the moment, but he offered me a drink--on the house--and told me to sit down on one of the barstools. He poured the drink, then stared at me again. 'I'm going to guess you're Lucy,' he said. 'The girl with the brain tumor. I'm sorry, that's a rough deal.'"

"How did he know?"

"I asked him exactly that. He just shrugged and said he and Denny often talked."

"Ah."

"So he asked me why I needed to see Denny, was I ready to go? I said no, not quite yet, and I explained that I'd already made plans for my husband to be there, but that I had two other men--lovers--who wanted to watch as well, and I wanted to ask Denny if that was okay."

"Well, he probably couldn't answer for Denny..."

"No. But he surprised me. He said he was sure it was okay, and then he pointed to the stage across the room behind me. He said I could have it done there, and if I did I could have as much audience as I wanted. Then he grinned and said I could even have audience participation if I wanted." She shrugged. "I thought he meant having sex with you or the guys. He meant way more than that, Larry."

"More than that?"

She nodded. "He said, 'just think about it. Let's say Denny's already done you three or four times, you've been bleeding all over the stage and the pain and fear you felt at first are way down--and that will happen, believe me, Denny is an expert, he knows how to make you bleed without killing you too fast. You see one of your lovers at the rail, you go to him. We can provide small two-inch knives for all of the men--or women--at the rail. You hold him, he holds you, you kiss--and he slides that little knife in between your ribs. Sound nice?'"

My cock was rock-hard. "It, uhm, it..."

Lucy smiled. "Yeah, Larry," she said, glancing at my pants. "It does sound damn nice to me too."

We did not fall to lovemaking immediately; instead, Lucy called Scott and Ben and invited them over. Their reactions were much the same as mine, and it wasn't long before all four of us were naked. Once each of us had had at least one orgasm--Lucy had two--we settled in to talk about it a bit more.

"That bartender also explained another thing to me," Lucy told us. "He said Sam's is a special place, a place where you can do what you want without fear of legal consequences--he said they had a deal with the authorities, although he didn't explain it. So based on that there's no chance of any of you being charged with my murder--which is something I have been worrying about."

"Well," Scott observed, "I do think this is an idea we have to consider very seriously."

"I am thinking it's an offer we can't refuse," Ben put in. "If that\s true about that bar, which I'll admit I'm having a hard time believing."

"How can we know?" I asked.

"I don't think we have to, not really," Scott noted. "We've been warned, if we just stand and watch this hitman kill Lucy we're guilty of murder too. Doesn't it make sense that that would be true for anyone watching the show on that stage? They cannot implicate any of us without implicating themselves as well."

"Things have changed, though," Lucy said, "if we do it this way. We were setting this up so that Denny would be doing the killing and all of you would watch--and have sex with me while I'm being killed. The way that bartender talked about it, well, that could make all of you active participants. Scott, Ben; how do you feel about the idea of stabbing a knife into my belly? Can you do it?"

"I had never considered it before now," Scott answered. He stared at her nude body. "But yes, I'm sure I could do it... and yes, the idea is... exciting..."

"Same here," Ben agreed.

"You didn't ask me," I pointed out.

She turned to me. "Because I don't have to," she said firmly. "Because I know you. You've been half out of your mind excited about this since it came up, and in the second place, you know I'll want you to do it and you won't refuse me something like that."

I pursed my lips. "Okay, right on both points."

"So I'd say it's decided," Lucy said. "I'm going to die on stage at Sam's." She shivered. "And now. When? I'm beginning to have more headaches, guys. I think we need to move soon. We put this off too much and my chance is gone."

"That," I answered, "is totally your choice, Lucy."

She nodded. "Okay. Tomorrow night I go back to Sam's and I set it up. It'll be soon, I can tell you that."

We then fell into a mutual embrace and remained that way for a while.

"Saturday. Nine PM," Lucy said. "Nine PM and they want me there by six."

I stared at her; she had just returned from Sam's bar. "Saturday? Today is Thursday, just two days?"

"Yes. Saturday. And it won't be just you and Scott and Ben in the audience. Saturday, I'll be the featured show on stage at Sam's. We need to call Scott and Ben."

We did.

Much too quickly, following a sexual marathon, Saturday arrived. Lucy and I slept late that morning; Scott and Ben had spent the night and did as well. The day was strange; the boys and I did eat, Lucy did not. Considering what was to happen that night, we'd agreed not to have any sex, and we did not know what to do with ourselves. Mostly, we just talked about what was to happen that night. And, finally, at a little before five, we went down to Sam's Place.

We were greeted warmly by a smiling, scantily-clad, and very attractive young woman with long pale blond hair. She said her name was Susan. She showed us to a dressing room behind the stage--which, I noticed, was made of tile, not wood, and had several drains in the floor. I was quite sure I knew what they were for. The stage had a rail, like any strip-bar, a pole, and a couple of very simple wooden chairs.

"Take off all your clothes," she told Lucy, "and discard them. We'll give you a robe to go on stage with." She sat down on a stool as Lucy began removing her clothes. "The first thing we're going to do is give you an enema. You are going to be killed on that stage tonight, and--"

"And that's what I want," Lucy interrupted as she removed her top.

Susan laughed. "Yes, I know. But you are going to be knifed to death, to use Denny's favorite term, and he'll never touch a vital organ--in the end you'll bleed to death. When you get close, you'll probably shit all over yourself. You don't want that, do you?"

"No."

"Then let's do things our way."

"I wasn't arguing." By that time Lucy was naked.

"Okay. That room there. Just sit on the toilet, the equipment is completely automatic." Nodding, Lucy went into the room and closed the door.

:"Just relax, guys," Susan then told us. "She'll be in there about half an hour." She looked from one of us to the other. "Are any of you going to be participating?"

"We'll all have sex with her to some extent at some point," I said. "I'm her husband, these guys are her regular lovers. I will definitely stab her at some point, at least once."

"Most likely I will too," Scott said.

"Almost certainly," Ben added.

"Okay, very good," Susan said, nodding. "The knives we'll provide are very small, two-inch slender blades. Be very careful with them, they are honed razor-sharp. We do want to kill Lucy out there tonight, but we don't want to do it too quick; this is her choice but it's also a show, after all. Basic rules: stay away from her head, her neck, and her heart. Don't go straight in above her navel, you might hit the aorta although with a two inch knife that isn't likely. Try not to puncture both lungs; pick one side of her chest and back and stay with it, although again, the blades are just two inches so you have some margin." She turned around and put a hand on her bare back, about a third of the way up. "Here are kidneys, Knife her here only if you really want to give her some serious pain." She turned back. "Her belly and sides are fine, her legs too if you want to go there. You can do both breasts as well, just keep in mind that there are lungs behind them. Got it?"

"I think so," I said.

"Okay. There'll be a wine-cooler stand on stage. It'll be full of them, Lucy can give them to anyone she chooses." She looked around at us. "Oh, and don't worry about it if you don't finish a sex act with her. There are plenty of girls here who'll be happy to help you finish. Those include me, Elena, the makeup girl, who'll be coming in shortly, and Julie, the hairdresser, who'll also be in in a minute. Any questions?" We shook our heads. Susan smiled at us. "Okay, gentlemen," she went on, "let me see your cocks."

We glanced at each other, then shrugged, unzipped our pants, and pulled out our cocks.

"Nice," she said. Then she dropped to one knee and took my cock into her mouth. I just stared down at her as she sucked me and looked up at my face as she did.

But she did not do it long. After just a few moments, she released me and went to Scott. He got the same treatment, as did Ben.

Then she stood up. "This'll happen several times before we get started on stage," she told us. "We want to keep you guys on edge, but not too close! Trust us, we have a lot of experience and we know what we're doing."

Then she left the room, leaving us to stuff erections back into our pants.

Lucy came back not long after that, feeling a little fatigued from the enema. Just a few minutes later, two new girls--both, like Susan, half-naked and very attractive--showed up. These two introduced themselves as Elena, the makeup girl, and Julie, the hairdresser. Very professional, they put Lucy in a salon chair and started working on her.

"The makeup we use is very permanent," Elena, a dark-skinned girl with a slight Spanish accent, told Lucy. "It won't streak or run if you cry, sweat and flowing blood won't touch it. It'll still be there in place long after you are dead." She giggled. "You will leave a very beautiful corpse, Lucy!"

"That's nice to know," Lucy said as Elena rubbed some sort of cream onto her face.

"Same for your hair," Julie noted, and Lucy nodded.

Elena crouched down a little beside Lucy's chair and set out manicure equipment. Before starting, though, she paused and stripped off her skirt; she wasn't wearing anything under it. With her butt raised, she started working on Lucy's nails. "Do whatever you want with that, gentlemen," she said. "Just don't go too far, do it the way Susan did it earlier. We want you on an edge, not in afterglow."

"Well, this should be interesting," Lucy said with a smile. "Come over here, Larry." I obeyed, and she worked my still half-hard penis put of my pants. She pumped it a few times. "Now," she told me, "put that in that lovely girl's pussy." She touched her cheek. "I've never seen your cock in another girl's pussy or mouth. High time I did." She laughed. "And last chance, too! Go!"

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, and did just that. Elena wriggled back against me even as she continued to work on Lucy's nails, and I knew I could not do this very long.

"Okay," Julie said. "Your hair needs to process for a while. Which means, you and I can do other things for the moment. And I suggest that what other things we do do is suck these men's cocks a little. What do you think?"

"Sounds like a wonderful idea to me."

"Which one do you want?"

"Either one. I can't use my hands right now so it isn't my choice anyway." A moment later Ben's cock was in her mouth while Julie went down on Scott. After just a few minutes, though, the two girls called a halt to it.

"This is really weird," Lucy said. "I'm here to be killed, and it's almost like a party scene!"

"And that's the way you want to keep looking at it," a new voice said.

"Denny!" Lucy cried. "I was wondering when you'd show up!" She looked over at me. "This is my husband, Larry," she said. "He has the rest of your money, and--"

"No," he said, turning to me. As Lucy has said, he was a remarkably average-looking guy, at that moment dressed in black pants and a black T-shirt. "Lucy's going to be doing a show. I do those for Sam for free." He pulled a pack of hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and gave them to me. "Here's your down payment back, too." I took it, and he turned back to Lucy. "Now, let me talk to you for a few minutes. Like I just said, you're in a show. When you go out there, you can tell your audience whatever you want to, but I recommend you don't mention the tumor. Tell them it's performance art, tell them you've always had a fantasy, that kind of thing will make it sexier for them. Play it like that, and it may be sexier for you, too."

"I don't think I'm going to have a problem with that, Denny," she told him. "I've been thinking about it so much since that first day with you. I am really, seriously, looking forward to having you st--ah, knife me."

He grinned. "Well, won't be long now." He glanced at his watch. "In a few minutes I'm going to give you two pills. Painkillers, hydromorphone. They'll help you get through the first part of this. After you've lost some blood it won't be bad."

"Hair and makeup is done," Elena announced, and indeed, Lucy looked fantastic. The make-up girl smiled at me. "None of us can know exactly how this is going to go out there," she told me. "Sometimes things go according to script and sometimes they do not. If you guys need extra stimulation at any point--or any kind of help--you can call up me, Julie, or Susan at any time. Okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, Elena."

"One more thing," Julie said, looking at me.

"What's that?"

"Get your cock out again. Lucy said she'd never seen your cock in another woman's pussy or mouth before. Like she said, this might be last chance." I did, and, kneeling down, Julie sucked it for a few moments before releasing me and getting to her feet.

"Pills now," Denny said, handing Lucy two capsules and a bottle of water. She took them without comment. "Now we wait. Thirty minutes to showtime."

"And I get to be a showgirl again," Lucy mused. "For the last time."

Inexplicably, the thirty minutes seemed to pass quickly. Taking the lead as expected, Denny told Scott and Ben to go out the side stage door and sit at the rail, where places were being held for them--the plan was for them to come up a little later on. Denny gave Lucy a short, bright red, robe and heels; she put them on and we went out onto the stage.

We were greeted by a solid round of applause; there were quite a few people in attendance, the rail was full. The stage was set with a low couch in the center, two chairs, a few mats, the promised wine-cooler stand with a number of small knives in it, and a wireless microphone on a stand.

"Talk to them," Denny told Lucy. "Tell them what to expect, but remember what I told you."

Lucy nodded, then picked up the microphone. "My name is Lucy," she said, consciously posing for the crowd. "And this man is my husband, Larry. I would guess most of you here already know Denny." This brought laughter and mild applause. "I am here tonight," she went on, "to end my life on this stage--or rather, to have Denny end it for me. I do want to say that no one is forcing me in any way to do this, this is entirely my choice--just a fantasy I've always had, just the way I've always wanted to go. On this stage, for your pleasure--and hopefully for mine as well--I'll be knifed, repeatedly, until I bleed to death." She smiled. "It'll also be a sex show. If there's anything you'd like to see as we go along, let me know, and I'll accommodate you if I can." She then put the microphone back on the stand, and with a flourish, untied and then whipped off the robe. "And this," she said, posing like a model and smiling charmingly, "is the body you'll get to see being pierced, bleeding, dying, and finally, lying dead on this stage." There was again applause, much louder and more enthusiastic this time. She turned to us, then. "Denny?" she asked. "Could you come and show them the knife, please?"

He rose. "Certainly," he said. Standing beside her, he drew a five-inch switchblade-type knife from his pocket and snapped it open; the click of it opening seemed very loud. "This one. The blade's just half an inch wide and very thin. Double-edged and surgically-sharp. Lucy will be able to take this quite a few times tonight."

"Would you--prick me with it a few times, Denny? Like you did before?"

"Of course." He turned to her and she spread her arms and her sides, her palms out and one knee cocked. He then let the edge of the blade skim over her breasts, belly, and thighs. He then turned the point toward her and lightly touched it to each of her quite erect nipples. She sighed and shivered. He then touched it inside her navel.

"I really do," she moaned as he touched her lower belly in several spots, "want to feel it going into me. But we do not want to rush this..." She pointedly looked at the front of his pants. "May I, Denny? I mean, I don't know if you do that on stage..."

"Of course I do," he told her. He unzipped his pants; Lucy worked his already semi-erect cock out, dropped her knees, and took it into her mouth. The audience applauded this warmly. Holding the knife up so that the stage lights glinted on it, Denny put his other hand on her head while she worked his erection with her lips and tongue.

"Not too long," he warned her. "I don't want to come this soon, and you are very good at that."

"Okay," she said, releasing his cock and smiling up at him. "Let's go over to that chair."

He grinned. "Okay." He sat, and Lucy straddled his legs, facing him, and sank down on his erection. "Still, not too long," he repeated.

"I know, I know... I just wanted you back inside me." She watched his eyes closely. "The man who's going to kill me, the man who'd going to slide a knife into me."

"Killing you may end up being more a joint project," he said, and she shivered slightly. "But I'll put it in you first. You can count on that. And I'll make sure you don't leave this stage alive. Now. Off me for the moment."

"Whatever you say." She smiled richly and rose to her feet. She then went to the edge of the stage and walked up and down, looking down at and smiling seductively at the spectators--all men--who were seated there. There were couples in attendance, but they were all seated at tables. The room was quite full.

"You are really stunning," a somewhat older man with a short beard said. "Your skin looks like fine satin."

She dropped to a kneeling position in front of him. "Touch it, if you wish. Wherever you wish."

The man ran his hand up the outside of her thigh, and on past it to her breast. Then down over her belly and down the inside of her thigh. "Wonderful," he said.

"Soon," she said, cupping her other breast, "this skin will be pierced and bleeding. Will that excite you?"

"More than you can imagine."

"No, I think I can imagine." She picked up his hand and guided it to her groin, pressing it in to the wetness there. "You see?"

"I do see." He sighed. "I wish I had met you before today."

She looked him over for a moment. "That might have been nice," she agreed. "What's your name?"

"Karl."

"Well, Karl, we have to take advantage of what we have. I'll come back to see you in a little while." She paused. "When I'm bleeding..."

"Please do, Lucy. That would be very nice."

"I will, count on it."

She then moved on down the line, letting any man who wanted to touch her anywhere, kissing those who asked for a kiss, letting several of the men suck her nipples and push fingers inside her. She was smiling freely, constantly, and seemed very relaxed. Finally, she came to Scott and Ben.

"You two gentlemen look familiar somehow," she told them, "as if I know you from somewhere..." She then nodded. "Oh, right, I do. Stand up, guys." They did; she gave Scott a huge full-bodied hug, then moved to Ben. "Get your cock out," she told Scott as she hugged Ben. "And you too," she told him. She broke the hug, dropped to one knee, took Scott's cock in her mouth, sucked him for a moment, then moved to Ben, drawing applause from the onlookers.

"I wouldn't mind some of that," the man at the rail next to Scott said.

"Not now," Lucy told him. "These two guys are special to me. Maybe a little later. We'll see how things go." She rose to her feet. "Right now, I want to go to my husband." She turned with a little flourish and came to me. "Main course," she purred, putting her arms around my neck and gazing into my eyes fixedly.

I squeezed her breasts gently. "You have no idea," I told her, "how sexy you look tonight."

"I should have been a stripper, a showgirl," she agreed. "I love it. Get naked for me, Larry. I want to suck your cock and then I want you to fuck me." She glanced over at Denny. "And then, while we're doing that, I want you to knife me." He nodded; I started taking off my clothes--and almost instantly Susan was there, taking them from me and taking them backstage. When my already-stiff erection bounced up, Lucy dropped to her knees and took it into her mouth--angling herself so the onlookers could see.

"Not long," I warned. "I don't have far to go."

She nodded. After a few moments, she seemingly reluctantly let me go and, rising to her feet again, led me over to one of the chairs. I sat down; she straddled me, and again checking the view she was giving the audience, sank down on me slowly, taking me in deep. I stroked her inner thighs with both hands and her eyelids fluttered.

After a moment, Denny appeared beside her, his own erection standing out of his pants. Still squirming on me, Lucy opened her mouth and he slipped it in. Her eyes went from his face to the bright shiny knife he held in his right hand, over and over. He tousled her hair and smiled as she sucked him, smiling around his cock.

I felt I was about to explode.

"Ready?" he said to her softly.

She released his cock. She was breathing very hard, her chest heaving. Her hands came up to her own breasts. "Ready," she whispered, looking at my face.

His hand moved so fast I couldn't follow it; it seemed that one moment his arm was up, holding the knife on display, and the next the fingerguards were pressed against Lucy's belly, an inch or so to the right of her navel and a little down from it. The blade was fully inside her, angled back and to her left. She let out a soft sensual little grunt; her eyes widened to enormous, and her lips formed a little O shape.

After just a moment she looked up at Denny. "You... I don't..." She looked at his hand. "You told me you'd cut me a little as you pulled it out. So I would bleed. Pull it out. Do it slow."

"Right now, slow will be much more painful," he warned her.

"This is not like any pain I've ever experienced." She touched her own belly near the spot where the knife was piercing her. "So very sensual... having the blade inside me, it feels... feels... exquisite..."

Denny smiled, kissed her head, and started pulling the knife slowly out. I could see that he was pulling upward, cutting her skin, but not by very much. Blood appeared almost immediately, welling up beside the blade and flowing down her belly.

She raised her head, closed her eyes, and moaned softly. "Oh god, yes," she sighed. "Yes, I can feel it flowing out..." She then looked at me. "Beautiful, isn't it?" she asked me. "Just perfect..." She started moving on me again, even though her movements were causing the bleeding to increase.

"I cannot argue," I told her.

The point of the knife came free; Denny moved it back. Lucy looked down at herself, at the freely, but not alarmingly, bleeding ellipse in her abdomen. She looked up, looked at me, then looked at Denny.

"Put it back in me," she asked. "All the way in me. Go slow this time. I want this to last a very long time."

He grinned. "Let me judge the speed right now. Later, you can make all the calls. Right now we're balancing a strong body that does not want to die--they never do--with your desire to be killed, helped by the drugs I gave you."

"Okay," she agreed, wide-eyed.

He touched the point of the now-bloody blade to her belly again, a couple of inches above the previous wound and a little farther from her navel. Again he kissed her hair--and then ran the entire length of the blade into her in one smooth movement. This time he did move slowly enough that I could see it break through and slide steadily past her perfect skin and into her body.

Lucy gasped, her eyes again very wide--and began trembling. Her belly and breasts flushed pink and her lips were noticeably swelled. She gasped again, started squirming on me in spite of the knife inside her, and then gave a soft and sensual little cry as she came.

It was too much stimulation for me. Just a matter of seconds after she climaxed I began my own, spraying semen up inside her.

"Leave it," she told Denny. "Leave it sticking in me for now." He nodded and did so.

She looked down at me, realized that I was softening up inside her, and rose to her feet. She was a little unsteady; Denny held her by her elbow. I got up quickly as well and held her other arm. She just stood there for a moment, then started moving toward the rail. Her target was obvious.

"So," she asked Karl when she got there, "how do I look with a knife sticking in my belly?"

"Fantastic," he told her. "Just... fantastic. Well, you looked fantastic before Denny stuck that knife in you. But you look far more fantastic now."

She managed a little smile. "I think so too. Stand up, Karl. I can't bend down right now." He stood, immediately. "Now," she went on, "touch it. Touch the knife, touch my belly around it. Don't be shy and don't worry about hurting me." Without hesitation, Karl laid his fingertip against her belly beside the point where the knife was entering her and pressed in. "Yes, that's good, push harder. Can you feel the blade inside me?"

He did push harder. "Oh, yes, I certainly can..."

"Keep that hand there," Denny said unexpectedly, "and take hold of the knife handle with your left." Lucy gave him a quick glance but said nothing; Karl wrapped his fingers around the knife's hilt. "Hand on the small of her back, Larry," Denny told me, and I did so. "Now, Karl, push, push it in hard," Denny instructed. Karl threw him a startled glance but then started pushing. Her body was pushed backward but I held it in place, and her abdomen indented deeply.

"Ah! Ah, oh, god, it's going in deeper, I can feel it cutting me inside..." Lucy cried. "No, Karl, don't stop, do it, harder! Deeper!" Karl did, grinding it into her.

"Now push up a little and keep pushing in," Denny told him. He did that too, and a sudden strong stream of blood burst from below the blade, streaming down her belly and leg. "Good. Now pull it out of her." Karl pulled it back and it slipped out smoothly and easily. As it came free the flow of blood increased noticeably.

"I wanted to keep it a while longer," Lucy said. Her lips formed a little pout.

"Let me set the pace," Denny answered as he took the knife back from Karl. "You said you wanted to last a while. I plan to see to it that you get your wish."

"You're calling the shots." She gave Karl a passionate kiss, then moved to another man, letting him touch her around the two knife wounds in her belly, and then to another. Seemingly having regained some of her composure and balance, she let go of Denny's hand and mine and twined her arms above her head. Gazing out at her audience, she smiled.

"Looks like she's ready for more," Denny told me.

"Yes, I it does," I agreed.

"I guess that means that she is," Lucy added. She turned to me, put her hands on my shoulders, and kissed me. And, while we were kissing, Denny plunged that slender little blade back into her, into her side just above her hip. She went stiff in my embrace but kept on kissing me. Denny worked the knife around inside her and after a moment blood spilled out around the blade, streaming down her hip and thigh. Rather slowly, Denny pulled it out of her, and the blood flow increased.

She broke the kiss. "This is so very nice," she murmured, her eyes moving from one of mine to the other. "In the arms of the man I love, being knifed, bleeding, being killed by an expert in front of an appreciative audience." She twined her arms again. "But there's more I want to do." She pulled away from me and, dripping blood, went to the bin with the small knives in it and pulled out two of them.

"These are so little!" she cried. "Almost like toys!" Shaking her head and coming back, she went to Scott and Ben and handed one to each of them. I followed, staying close to her.

"Stand up," she told Scott. "And get out your cock." He did, and Lucy stretched herself out on the stage on her belly, so that his erection was right in front of her face. "Just had this idea," she went on. "I'm going to suck your cock, and while I'm doing it, you're going to stick that knife into my back."

"Lucy, I don't--" he started to protest. But she had already slipped his cock between her lips and was looking up at his face expectantly. I knelt down beside her, put my hands on her butt and kept them there.

"It's okay, kid," Denny said. "I'll guide you."

"Okay--I guess--"

"Good. Now feel her back. Right around here, under the right shoulder blade. Feel the ribs. Okay? Now put the point down between two of the ribs and keep the blade parallel to them. Yes, that's good, right there. Now push your dick into her mouth and push your knife into her back." Lucy, looking up at him intently, nodded.

He started pushing on the knife. A moment later it broke through her skin, and half the length of the blade vanished into her. She stopped moving, Scott's cock very deep in her mouth and her eyes wide open and fixed on his face. He pushed on and the little blade slowly slipped on into her, the bright steel a perfect contrast to her smooth skin. She did not move again until it was completely buried in her back.

"Move it to the side a little now," Denny told him. "Let's see her bleed." Scott did as he said and a thin stream of blood flowed down over her side. Lucy still wasn't moving her head, but at that point I could see her tongue working around Scott's cock, and just seconds later he stiffened in climax. She parted her lips slightly and let the semen run out over his cock and onto the stage. Her eyes then dropped closed. "And now pull it out," Denny told Scott. He did, and more blood flowed out, bubbly with air, pooling on the stage. Lucy didn't move, she just laid there with Scott's cock fully in her mouth.

"Lucy?" I asked after a moment.

She opened her eyes, looked up at me, then lifted her head off Scott's cock. She smiled. "Not dead yet," she said unnecessarily. She started to rise, wavered unsteadily; I helped her to her feet. "You," she said, pointing to Ben. "Your turn, get up here." He stood up, but she shook her head. "No, all the way up here with me." He nodded and stepped up onto the stage. She fondled his already-hard cock. "Loved this the first time you put it in me," she told him as she led him to a chair. "So sit down, let me come down on your lap and you can put it in me again." He did, and she sank down on him, facing him. "Now," she said, moving her hips, "take that little knife and stick it in me. In my navel or close to it."

"But..."

She touched his lips. "No. I am here today to be killed. We are not finished here until I am lying on this stage stone cold dead. Don't lose sight of that."

Ben bit his lip. Putting his left hand on the small of her back, he tucked the point of the knife into her deep navel. After just a moment's hesitation, he drove it deeply into her.

Lucy threw her head back. "Oh, ah, yes! Yes, move it around inside me... then pull it out and do it again!" He did move it, and fresh blood started to flow.

"I think," Denny said to me in a low voice, "that I might have gone a little heavy on that hydromorphone. She's not feeling much of any pain, it's all erotic for her."

"And that," I answered, "is perfect. A painless death for her, heavy on the sex--perfect."

Denny grinned. "Yeah, I guess. Looks like I might not really be needed anymore, though."

"We'll see," I noted as I watched Ben stab her again, just under her navel. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him as he ground the little knife into her. Then her body arched as she went into another orgasm.

Just seconds later, Ben's own orgasm overtook him. He pulled the knife out and Lucy started to get to her feet. She was more unsteady than ever; Denny and I helped her get up. Her whole lower body and legs were streaked with red.

"I'm okay," she told us, but she was slurring her words. "Okay." She shook her head. "See if you can get it back up, Larry," she went on. "Like to do you again before I go."

"Excuse me?" a voice called. Lucy turned to face a young man with sandy hair, the same young man who'd said he "wouldn't mind some of that" when she was having sex with Scott and Ben earlier. "If you don't want it then of course it's okay... but my special preference is seeing a woman stabbed in her breasts, and yours are still untouched..."

She cocked her head, then went to the bin and retrieved another of the small knives. Coming back to the rail, she knelt down, then laid down on her back with her head toward the sandy-haired man. I followed her, staying close, ready to support her if she lost her footing. "Stand up," she told him, and he did. "Now get your dick out so I can suck it." She handed him the knife and touched her nipples with both hands. "And if you want to see me stabbed in the breast--well, you have a knife and they're right here."

"God..." he murmured. But he worked his already very erect cock out of his pants.

She took it in her hand. "Don't neglect my nipples," she instructed. Then she took his cock into her mouth.

"These knives are small enough," Denny noted. "That you can do both sides if you want to. Just stay in close to her nipples."

"Got it," the sandy-haired man said. He leaned forward and caressed both of her breasts gently, focusing on her nipples, squeezing them and stroking them lightly. Kneeling beside her, I stroked her thighs. Lucy squirmed a little and lifted one leg into the air, keeping it bent at the knee and keeping her foot stretched out, a very graceful pose. After a few minutes the man touched the point of the knife to her right breast, under the nipple. Then he seemed to hesitate.

"Do it, man," I said, sure I was speaking for her.

He glanced up at me, nodded, then drove it straight down and in, burying the whole blade. Lucy's body arched up a little for a moment, she raised her leg higher, and it began to tremble. The man twisted the knife a little, then pulled it out. Fresh blood started flowing. The knife flashed down again and entered her breast below the nipple this time, again going in deep.

"Just beautiful," I commented.

"Sure as hell is," the man gasped.

"My nipple," Lucy gasped, letting go of his cock for a moment. "Down the center, right down the center." With a nod, he positioned the tip of the blade right in the center of her right nipple. "Go slow, I want to feel it." She then took his cock back into her mouth.

"Incredible..." he muttered, and at the same time began increasing the pressure. Her breast folded in; she waved her hands in the air. The point broke through and a little trickle of blood emerged from the deep indentation. The man kept pressing down on the blade and it kept going in deeper, in a series of steps. The valley around her nipple filled up with blood, then spilled over. The man kept pushing it deeper and deeper until it would not go farther.

"God, that feels wonderful," Lucy said. "So fucking sensual... somebody--Karl?--come up on stage and fuck me, I need a cock inside me..." She then went back to sucking the sandy-haired man, who let off on the pressure, allowing her breast to resume its normal shape. A fairly large amount of blood spilled out as it did. Now that her nipple could be seen again. it was obvious that the knife was in as deeply as possible, right down through the center.

Karl, meanwhile, had wasted no time in coming up on the stage, positioning himself between Lucy's thighs, and sinking his hard cock into her. She wrapped her legs around him as Denny and I moved back a little to give them room. As Karl began to fuck her, the sandy-haired man pulled the knife slowly back up and out of her nipple, which continued to bleed fairly profusely.

Denny took one of the small knives from the bin and handed it to Karl. "Knife her in her sides about at her waistline," he instructed. "Several times is okay." Karl did not hesitate, he drove the little blade right into her. Her legs flexed, but she made a "come on" gesture with one hand. Karl pulled the knife out, then immediately stabbed her again, a couple of inches lower. Meanwhile, the sandy-haired man pressed the point of his knife into Lucy's breast inside the nipple--her uninjured left one this time--and drove it in deep, although he angled it to the side so it did not pass her ribs. He pulled it out quickly and drove it in again, above the nipple this time and angled downwards, and at the same time erupted into her mouth.

Karl did not take much longer. He'd stabbed her at least five times in each side, and Lucy came for a third time just as he was unloading his semen inside her. He moved back, and the sandy-haired man did as well.

Lucy looked up at me. "I don't think," she said, slurring her words badly, "I can get up. Pretty sure I can't." She rolled her eyes. "Can't breathe, either..."

I pulled her back so her head was on the stage. There was semen on her thighs, between her legs, and around her mouth--and more blood periodically spouted out of her mouth. Her whole body was painted with, or at least spattered with, blood. The small wounds in her breasts and sides continued to bleed. There was also blood all over the stage.

"Scott, Ben," Denny called. "Come up here and hold her head and shoulders up so she can breathe." They came immediately, lifting her by her shoulders. By then, my erection had returned and I knew it was time to end this. I knelt down between her legs and, staying more or less upright, pushed my cock inside her. Semen from me, Karl and Ben squeezed out.

"Yes, that's the best one," Lucy said, bubbling blood from her lips as she spoke. "The very best..."

"I love you, Lucy," I told her. Then: "Kill her now, Denny."

"I love you too, Larry," she answered, a slight gurgling accompanying her speech. Then she looked over at Denny. "Kill me now, Denny."

"My pleasure," Denny commented with a smile. He touched the point of the five-inch knife to her side between two lower ribs, expertly punched the tip through the skin, then started slipping it slowly on in.

Lucy closed her eyes for a moment; she looked almost ecstatic. Opening them again, she reached out her hand to play with Denny's semi-erect cock. "Ah, I just love that feeling, the blade going deeper and deeper into me... cutting me inside... mmm... just make sure you give me all of it, I want it all..." She grinned brightly. "And feel free to stick your dick in my mouth any time, you have not come yet!"

"You'll have it all, Lucy," he assured her. "And more." As I fucked her gently, he did indeed slide the blade all the way in. He twisted it a little, then started pulling it back, and at that point fresh blood started to flow, increasing as the knife came out. "I'm going to knife you several times now, Lucy," he told her. "The idea now is to make you bleed more, so I'm going for those spots. You'll bleed to death." He looked up at me. "This is going to be it," he said. "Let me know when you're close."

"Fuck, I'm close now!"

"I'll time it as well as I can." He shook his head. "As for me, I've gone as far as I can." He offered his cock to Lucy's mouth and she took it in deep. He did not last long at all; just a minute or two later his cock started throbbing as his semen drained onto her tongue. He pulled out, she swallowed, and he immediately plunged the blade into her abdomen alongside her navel, a bit farther to the left than before, pushed it deep, then pulled it to the side. A large stream of blood burst forth, streaming over her body and feeding an ever-enlarging pool on the stage.

"Perfect," she gurgled. "I can feel it running out of me..."

Denny jerked the knife out and immediately drove it back in, under her breast on her right. She made a little "urk!" sound as it sank into her chest. This time he worked the blade to the side, and again a strong flow of blood ran down her side.

He pulled it out, then offered it to me. "She told me she wanted you to do one," he said. "At least one."

I nodded; I'd been more or less expecting this. I raised my upper body a little and planted the point of the knife on her right breast, just inside the nipple. Then I started letting my weight down on it, and I felt it break through and start sliding in.

"God this is so beautiful," I muttered. "So incredibly sensual..."

Her eyes were soft. "I love you, Larry. Pierce me deep, kill me." She spouted blood. "Kill me..."

I pushed my cock deeper in and pushed on with knife as well, and it sank in deeper. She raised her head and I kissed her. Scott was caressing her hair, Ben was doing the same with her breast, smearing the blood. Blood was everywhere, all over the stage, all over all of us, even spattered on the onlookers.

Lucy's body suddenly started trembling violently. She kicked out with one leg; a hand hit the floor hard. Her expression was one of perhaps surprise, or wonder; she looked ethereally beautiful to me, and I understood she was at that moment dying. For the second time, I erupted inside her, and the timing could not have been better. Her body relaxed, her eyes glazed and the pupils started to enlarge as she let out a long gurgling breath and did not draw another.

"Lucy has died," Denny announced. "This show will be remembered as a legend." The audience applauded and several people shouted agreement.

Susan and the other two women came out from backstage and escorted us all back there, where they started the process of getting us cleaned up. "What about Lucy's body?" I asked when we came out of the shower.

"Sam's boys will take care of that however you want it taken care of," she told me. "It can be found by police very far from here--a random attack by a maniac, no involvement for any of us--and then you can have a funeral for her. Or, it can just disappear, never to be seen again."

"There's other family," I said. "Let's have a maniac."

"Done, I'll pass the word. The police will notify you when it turns up. A day or so." He shook my hand. "Great working with you," he said. "Your wife was wonderful. Let me know if you ever have need of my services again."

"I have no idea what I'm going to do now," Scott commented. "After all this I can't just go back to school and forget all about it."

"I can't either," Ben agreed.

"Actually," I said, "I'm feeling about the same. I have no desire to go home, Lucy isn't there and isn't going to be there, ever again."

"May I make a suggestion?" Denny asked.

"Of course," I replied.

"You're right. Your lives have changed, completely. Your previous lives centered around Lucy--I'm fairly sure I understand what your situation was--and as you say, she's gone. You need a new direction." He waved a hand. "Stay here," he suggested. "For several more hours. Have a drink or three. Things pop up around here, you never know. If nothing does, come back, Keep coming back until something suggests a direction for you."

"Denny," I said, "I think that's a fine idea!" Not surprisingly, Scott and Ben nodded.

And we got dressed and went to a table. And things did, as Denny said, "pop up."

But that's another story.