Chapter 1

SPORT'S FIRST / WIVES LAST:

Dale and his step son-in-law, Jerry, were seated in front to the 72 inch TV screen in Dale's spacious family room. It was almost 5PM in San Diego, and they were getting ready to watch a football game.

Dale's luscious wife of three years, Celeste, came strutting into the room with an ice cold longneck beer bottle in each hand, and gave them to her husband and son-in-law.

Immediately following her came the equally plush bodied Sonia, Celeste's daughter, who Jerry had married 18 months ago.

Dale's step-daughter was carrying a huge tray of cheese and crackers and other assorted things to snack on, which she put down on the coffee table that was in front of them...

Putting her hands on her full hips, Celeste looked at the two sports junky males, and said, "Okay guys, listen up. This is your last chance to change your mind. Are you two going with us to the Acid Droppers concert, Saturday night, or are you still planning to go to the Lakers game, instead?"

Dale looked at his fiery, built like a brick shithouse, wife, and responded, "For the last time, baby, Jerry and I ain't going to go and watch no god damned punk rock band of drug heads jump up and down on the stage, playing some fuckin' mumbo-jumbo jive that don't make no sense at all, and sounds like shit, to boot."

Celeste looked at her red-neck, narrow-minded, beer swilling husband, and replied, "Okay then, there are two cases of beer in the refrigerator, as well as plenty of sandwiches. There are also potato chips and donuts on the kitchen counter. That should be more than enough food and drink to last you through the ball game."

"Now, while you two are enjoying your damned football game, Sonia and I are going to go to StubHub and buy our tickets to the concert, and then go shopping for some outfits that are sexy enough to wear to a crazy, demented, punk rock bash, like this one is promissing to be."

"Shit honey, Dale asked, "Don't you two babe's already have something in your closets that you can wear to that damned gathering of pot smoking, drug snorting, degenerates?"

"No we don't," Celeste responded, huffily. "We have to buy something really special, so we can look just as hot as the other women who will be attending the event. These acid rock concerts require the type of skimpy, erotic, dirty dancing outfits that we don't have."

"And, if we find the right sexy, sensuous clothes to wear, maybe we can attract some guys who will want to dance with us, since you two aren't interested," she said, hotly.

Dale laughed, "Well then, you two honey's go out and buy whatever you want, and make sure that you get something that will look good while you are being bounced around in the mosh pit, getting your butts pinched by that bunch of lowlife riffraff."

"Now get your asses out of here so Jerry and I can watch the football game in peace," Dale ordered.

PLANNING A CUCKOLDING REVENGE

The two dismissed sports widows strode out of the family room and went upstairs to get ready to go on their shopping trip.

When they arrived in the large master bathroom, the very irritated Celeste said to her daughter, "Can you believe that Dale and your husband would both rather go to a basketball game, than go to a heavy metal concert with us?"

She went on, angrily, "Your step father's total lack of consideration and interest in doing things that I want to do, makes me so mad that I want to go to that damned concert, on Saturday night, get picked up by a couple of long haired, weirdo, druggies, and then have filthy sex with them, to pay Dale back for his thoughtless, ignorant, insensitive behavior."

Her hot, part-Latina blood now at the boiling point, she went on, "Your step father absolutely deserves to have me let a couple of sleazy crackheads stick their cocks in me, and use his private stock, trophy pussy to pleasure themselves with, then shoot their cum into it, cuckolding the hell out of him."

Sonia, ignoring her mother's passionate threat, replied, "I'm not really surprised that our husbands don't want to go to the concert. Punk rock music is really not the bag of most men."

"Besides, what do we care, we'll have a whole lot better time without them," she smiled, wickedly.

"We can dress as skanky as we want, enjoy all of the attention we attract, dance in the mosh pit, and really have the time of our lives, while we watch that hot, sexy band play. And we won't have to listen to any of our biased husband's snide, sarcastic remarks."

She went on, excitedly, "I absolutely love the Acid Droppers band, and their leader, King Snake. It is far and away my favorite punk rock group of all time."

"They were just voted the grossest looking band in the world. They dress so weird and wear such funky make-up, that they look like attendees of a grotesque Halloween Party for decaying corpses. Women go absolutely ape over them."

"I know that I would have sex with King, in a heartbeat, if I ever got the chance. And he makes me so hot that I really do mean that, mother."

"And, if I was to let King fuck me, and Jerry found out about it, Jerry would either have to bite the bullet and accept it, or just hit the road."

Furthering her clit driven thoughts, Sonia admitted, dreamily, "Hell, I also love the drummer, Funk, and the lead guitarist, Gronk, and I would fuck either, or both of them, in a New York minute."

"The sax player, Vinny, is a totally grossed out Italian pig, but the bass player, Soul Brother, and the piano player, Boner, are black guys with really great bodies."

"The females in the audience all go crazy over the Soul's and Boner's big lips, long tongues, and nasty dance moves."

"They also love the fact that the two Bros are so damned well hung that it looks like they're wearing codpieces."

As they stood, side by side, in front of the full length bathroom mirror; reflecting back at them were the images of two sisters, rather than that of a mother and daughter, even though Celeste was 40 and Sonia only 22.

Both were 5'5" tall, and had raven hair and copper toned skin that reflected their part Mexican heritage, Celeste being 50% Latina, and Sonia 25%. Both had stunningly beautiful faces and spectacularly ripe bodies, that made men's eyes hurt.

Also exampling their strong Latina heritage was the fact they were both extremely confident, totally uninhibited, pure prick teasers.

Their propensity to flaunt themselves was always evidenced by the curve hugging, cleavage displaying, extremely tight clothing they always wore.

This evening, both were dressed in ultra-tight, faded blue jeans and short, breast hugging tops, that left their bronze midriffs bare, from just below their belly buttons, to just below their jutting, pendulous, big nippled breasts.

Celeste was wearing calf high, 5 inch high heeled boots, while Sonia had on open toed, backless, 5 inch stiletto heeled shoes.

They were a breathtakingly sexy pair, who were head-turning, traffic stopping, total sexpots, who would have made fabulous porn stars, physically and mentally.

As they were finishing touching up their make-up, Celeste's smoldering anger flared up again, and she said, hotly, "I still can't believe that my husband and my son-in-law are acting like such blatantly un-caring jerks, who like all sports better than they do us."

"I am so pissed at Dale that I really do want to get back at him, real bad. He deserves to be cuckolded for his lack of attentiveness and consideration, and your husband does, too."

"And I plan to get my cuckolding satisfaction while we're at Saturday night's concert," she promised, with angry finality.

A CLOSE FRIEND, MONIQUE VASQUEZ:

Celeste continued to stew as they finished making themselves look even more beautiful.

When they had completed their primping, they went out and jumped in Sonia's racy little sports car and drove to StubHub, where they purchased their concert tickets from an old guy who couldn't take his eyes off of their skin tight jeans and their huge, half exposed, superbly toned breasts.

For showing such an appreciation for their bodies, they rewarded the old guy by really putting on an ass swinging show for him, when they sexily undulated out of the ticket office.

Their egos now having been well stroked, from there they proceeded to their favorite sex clothes shop, "Hot Stuff For Hot Broads."

Inside they met Celeste's high school classmate, and very best friend, Monique Vasquez, who was the proprietress of the extremely popular sex shop.

Both of them received a full, tit to tit, hug from the erotically dressed, statuesque shop owner, who immediately took them to a private dressing room, where she served them both a large glass of very chilled champagne.

Celeste and Monique couldn't have been closer friends and there wasn't anything they didn't know about each other.

For years they had occasionally double dated, often swapping each others companions, back and forth, during the evening, in order to double their sex entertainment and excitement

During the five year period preceding Celeste's marriage to Dale, her very wealthy uncle in LA, Edwardo Gomez, on the last Sunday of each month, would send his Limo over to San Diego to pickup she and Monique, and bring them to a hotel suite, where they spent the whole day and night together having sex with him.

During those years they had spent many hours, face to face, licking each side of her uncle's imposing cock, as well as his balls and anus, as they alternated sucking on his big organ.

When he laid on his back, they would take turns riding him, in the cowgirl and reverse cowgirl styles, which were his favorite sex positions.

While one rode his cock, the other would lick his balls and the rider's anus, or clit, while the rider was getting her pussy or anus stuffed and ravished by his long, thick shaft.

They had also performed lots of extremely hot, girl-on-girl sex for him, spending untold hours with their tongues stuck deep into all of each others orifices.

They were rewarded for their steamy, uninhibited sex efforts, with lavish gifts of jewelry, furs and clothing. Celeste's very kinky uncle was a very appreciative and generous man, who always financially recognized and supported true talent.

One peculiar event happened, during those years, when Monique had tried to play the roll of matchmaker for Celeste and Sonia.

Monique had a batchlor friend who had an 18 year old son. Since he and Celeste were single, and had grown children who were the same age, Monique thought that they should get to know each other.

So a month after each offspring had graduated from high school, Monique fixed the four of them up with a blind date.

On the appointed day, the father and son showed up at Celeste's home, driving a Chevy 350 crew cab pickup truck.

She and Sonia, wearing their usual skin tight dresses and spike heels, had to be physically boosted up into the truck, Celeste into the front seat with the father, and the two 18 year olds sat in the back seat of the very large and spacious, vinyl interiored, work truck.

They had driven to a restaurant and had dinner. During the entire meal, the boy never uttered a single word, and showed absolutely no interest in the superbly stacked Sonia.

When they left to drive home, the boy whispered to his father that he wanted to sit in the back seat with Celeste.

She and Sonia, having already written the evening off as a complete waste of time, sat where they were told and were ready to be taken home.

As soon as the truck pulled out of the parking lot, the kid made a pass at Celeste, kissing her hard and wordlessly running his hands all over her body and under her short skirt, feeling her up.

Having thought through the meal that the kid had some kind of mental disorder, she had been so surprised by his sudden move, that she didn't put up much resistance, and the next thing she knew, he was all over her.

Within a couple of miles of the restaurant he had her down on the vinyl seat, on her back with the crotch of her panties pushed aside and he was trying to slip his cock into her pussy, still without a word having been spoken.

This situation was so bizarre that it got her hot. Also, being a 36 year old cougar, she thought to herself that she hadn't had an 18 year Old's cock in her for years.

The wrestling and the cougar thoughts got her fully turned on and she finally quit fighting it, and she let him put his good sized prick in her hot vagina and then started getting hammered.

The two in the front seat were listening to this back seat make-out session, soon followed by the sounds of heavy breathing, flesh splatting intercourse, as the guys son did the nasty to Sonia's mother.

The father looked at the full blown woman's body sitting beside him, then grabbed Sonia by the back of the neck and pulled her head down onto his bulging crotch.

She had unzipped him, pulled out his short but fat cock, then went down and got a mouthful of cock meat, then proceeded to give him a very experienced, drooling blowjob, as they were both being stimulated by listening to her mother getting seriously fucked by the guy's energetic son.

Except for telling his dad that he wanted to sit in the back seat, the boy never uttered another word the whole night, while he pounded Celeste and emptied his gun into her snatch.

Then he proceeded to get a blow job, followed by a reverse cowgirl ass fucking, as Celeste had leaned her arms on the top of the front seat and looked down and watched Sonia, on her back, getting fucked by the very verbal father, who screamed obscenities at her, as he nailed her gorgeous, humping ass, real good.

The next morning Celeste had called Monique and told her that, even though the sex had actually been very good for both of them, they were cutting the father and son off because, continuing to have sex with the kid, with absolutely no conversation at all, even a loud, dirty one like Sonia got from the obnoxious father, was more than Celeste could take.

All of these sexcapades came to a complete end when Celeste had married Dale.

HOW TO GET TO COMMIT PUNK ROCK BAND CUCKOLDERY:

As they sipped the ice cold wine, Celeste told Monique that they were there to buy something extremely sexy to wear to Saturday night's Acid Droppers concert.

While she took more swallows, Celeste explained to her intimate friend how disgusted she was with her husband, and how insulted she was by his ignoring her and taking her for granted, and for his complete disregard of her needs and desires, as he filled his hours with watching sports, instead of filling her.

Then, even more importantly, she told Monique about her intent to cuckold Dale at the concert, on Saturday night, in order to exact revenge on him for his boorish, in-attentive behavior.

During her rant, she also told the dazzling, store owner about Sonia's crush on the leader of the Acid Droppers band, and of her sincere desire to get fucked by him.

Her long time girlfriend listened very intently, as her voluptuous body strained mightily to escape the minimal costume she was wearing.

Finally Monique put her hand on Celeste's arm and said, "Well, darling, there is a possibility that the two of you could both get what you want on Saturday night, by making out with the band, if you are willing to take some very serious risk."

That statement caused both women to lean forward in their chairs, and Celeste responded, "That sounds interesting as hell, darling, and it is something I know has maximum appeal to Sonia, so please tell us more."

Monique turned to Sonia and said, "Now, clarify this for me, honey, do you want to get some payback against your husband, like your mother does hers, or do you just want to get fucked by the band?"

Sonia answered, "Well, since our husband may be cheating on us Saturday night, I really want to do both, but I am mostly interested in getting a chance to fuck at least two or three of the band members."

"If I were to get the opportunity to do that, I would jump at it, and not feel any guilt at all for having cuckolded my husband in the process."

Monique, continuing to focus on Sonia, said, "Just in case you don't know it, let me tell you a little bit about rock bands."

"The band members get into the rock music business for two primary reasons, one, to make a lot of money and, two, because beautiful women will throw themselves at them."

"These concert chasing women are so anxious to be screwed by the members of these bands, that they will do absolutely anything to get a chance to make out with them."

"Once the boys get into the business, they quickly start taking full advantage of the beautiful women's overt willingness to demean and degrade themselves, just to get the famous band members cocks in them, sometimes while their husbands or boyfriends are watching."

"As time goes by, the sex gets wilder and grosser and becomes totally exploitive of the women. The band members get jaded, with ever wilder sex being needed as a fix. They literally become addicted to the filthy, female degrading sex."

"To keep bringing in fresh meat to gross themselves out on, sexually, I know for a fact that the Acid Dropper's band, during their concerts, has a couple of members of their staff go through the audience and find the sexiest looking women there."

"When their Pussy Search Squad has narrowed the list down to the best of the best, they approach the chosen women and invite them to attend a private party that the band members hold in their motel suite, immediately after each concert is over."

"If a woman is hot looking enough to make the final cut, and then be extended an invitation to attend the party, and if they accept the strict terms of their invitation, they get to go to the suite and mingle with the band members."

"Then, if they are tempting enough to really turn the members on, they get chosen to make out with the whole band."

"Now, here is the part that is extremely dicey, and poses a serious risk that the two of you must consider very strongly, before you make the decision to go to the suite, if you are invited."

"If a woman makes it as far as the suite, and the band members end up not selecting her to fuck, by the terms of the invitation, and encouraged or bribed by the band's promises that they might be brought back for another chance to make it with the band, the passed over females agrees to have sex with anyone else that the band wants them too."

"After each concert, there are always guys hanging around in the motel suite. So called friends of the band; relatives, managers, wealthy male groupies, etc., who the band wants to have taken care of, sexually."

"These vultures lurk outside of the main playroom, waiting for the chance to fuck the so called leftovers, said leftovers being the good-looking broads who didn't get selected to be fucked by the band members."

"The women who fall into this leftover category are sent into the room where the hangers-on are waiting, and they get passed around among the scum bags in attendance, who nail them in every conceivable manner, and in the grossest, most callous, and disgusting ways imaginable."

"I mean, when these perverts are through using them, they have been completely fucked over, and cummed out. There isn't an inch of their body that doesn't have body fluids on it. They end up looking like they have been the primary target in a bukakke contest."

"Now I can't stress enough, while you are considering whether or not to accept the invitation, if it is offered, that these lecherous hangers-on are often times the absolute dregs of humanity."

"Real dirt bags. Guys who are there to take full advantage of the fact that the women are gorgeous and have agreed to let themselves be used for their primal sexual pleasure, for the rest of the night, no matter how crude the sex acts are, or how obnoxious and disgusting the creeps are that they have to do them with."

"Now, having fully warned you about the downside of trying to make out with the band, we must look at the upside."

"As beautiful as you both are, if we dress you up in the right slinky, slutty outfits, you will not only have an excellent chance of getting invited to the party, you will probably be selected to let the band fuck you. In fact, I think that you two almost can't miss."

"I want to caution you one more time, if the band's Pussy Search Squad approaches you, and you elect to pursue the chance to make out with the band, you must take into consideration risk you are taking."

"You could end up being a leftover, and if you do, you will be stuck with putting out to these putrid pigs, and letting them use your bodies to perform all kinds of ribald sexual excesses on."

"And, if that isn't bad enough, if both of you end up as leftovers, the friends of the band will be told that you are mother and daughter and that will bring out the absolute worst in them. They will throw you together and make you watch all kinds of disgusting, perverted things being done to each of you."

"But, even if you do end up being a leftover, the consolation is that you will have cuckolded the hell out of your husbands in the most horrendous ways possible, and will get all of the really rank revenge you could possibly want to get on them."

"I mean, when this bunch of pond scum gets through with you, your husbands will be cuckold toast," she laughed, "And it will have been done by a bunch of assholes who you would be embarrassed to have anyone even know that you knew, much less let them fuck you...

Knowing that there was no question about what the, bent on revenge, Celeste was going to decide to do, Monique asked Sonia, "I know that you are willing to fuck the band, but are you sure that you are ready to fuck these hangers-on, if the band doesn't chose you to orgy with them"

Sonia quickly responded, "I will do anything it takes, just to get the chance to get in the suite and meet the band members in person. To also be chosen to be fucked by them would be absolute heaven."

"But, if I get to the suite, and don't get chosen to be fucked by the band, and have to settle for letting the hangers-on debauch me, it will have been well worth it, and and I will be very willing to get into doing the hangers-on, with or without mother there to help, and performing whatever gross sex acts that I have to do for them."

"I fully agree with mother that both of our husbands deserve some real payback for being such inconsiderate jerks, and being used by the hangers-on sure sounds like it would be one very nasty, alternative way for mother and I to get our revenge."

"Fantastic, I would make the same decision if I were in your shoes. I am almost certain that, if you get the invitation and pass the test, that there is a 99% chance that the band will chose you two to fuck," Monique said confidently, as she put her glass down.

"Well, darlings, we know what the goal for this evening is, so lets' go out and see what we can find for you to tempt the band with."

She got up and grasped Celeste's face in her hands and gave her a quick, deep tongued, French kiss, then did the same to Sonia.

When she broke this last kiss off, she looked at Celeste and said, "Your daughter is just as spectacular as you are, my dear, and I feel like I want to eat her up, too, someday, maybe even right after the band is through with her on Sunday morning."

"But right now we have some serious work to do, in order to make sure that you both earn the opportunity to get band fucked Saturday night."

With that, Monique got the astonishingly well built pair on their feet, then paraded them through store looking for just the right risqué outfits to wear to the wild concert, and subsequently doing the cuckolding they had in mind for their respective husbands.

After much searching and trying on, they both ended up with scanty, scandalous garments that were so tight, revealing and vulgar looking that, if they wore them on the public street, they would be arrested for indecent exposure.

When the final choices had been made, all three women agreed that the selected outfits were perfect for attending and having a wild time at the depraved concert, with or without the band fucking them.

But they were very confident that, dressed like this, they would get the full attention of the band's Pussy Search Squad, and start the process that would put them in the position to be orgied by the band, thereby cuckolding their sport lusting husbands.

Before they took the chosen costumes off, Monique knelt down in front of Celeste, pulled the crotch of her panties aside, then tongued her pussy for the first time in a long time.

When her tongue was fully coated with cuntal juice, she stood up and gave her very close friend a long, tasty, decadent French kiss, to celebrate having found the perfect outfits for both mosh pitting and cheating.

Then the superbly endowed store owner, with the sinfully erotic face, did the same to Sonia. But, in her case, Monique went back to the hot, wet pussy, a second time, and then stuck her loaded tongue in Celeste's mouth and gave her a total turn-on, earthy, tangy, very sloppy kiss, that gave her a full taste of her daughter's slippery cunt.

As she took them to the front door, Monique said, "There is one more thing that will help you get an invitation from the band. Be sure and wear your wedding rings, because the band always prefers using a married women over a single one."

"The reason that they prefer married women is that, if a woman is offended by the way she is being treated, or doesn't like the way she is being fucked, or who she is being fucked by, if she's a cheating wife, she can't threaten to call her unknowing husband, or the motel manager, or the police. She is just stuck with no alternative but to let all the guys do whatever nasty, perverted things they want to do to her, like it or not."

"Now you two have some very big rocks on your fingers, so big that the Pussy Search Squad will see them, like they were an inviting beacon, and those rings will get you put on the initial prospect list, and will get you even stronger consideration when they make the final cut."

"So you can thank your husbands for spending all that money on your wedding rings, because their expenditures are going to help you get the opportunity to cuckold the hell out of them," she laughed.

"By the way, the reputation of the Acid Droppers band is that the sex is truly gross, and is even much, much grosser with the hanger-on. They will offend you, but only your sensabilities will be severely abused, not your bodies."

"Good luck to you both, although, with those bodies and faces, I don't really think that you will need any luck at all. I'll look forward to you telling me every dirty little thing that is done to you, on Saturday night," she said, slapping their bountiful backsides, hard.

A VERY SUSPICIOUS CHANGE IN PLANS:

When Dale got home Friday evening, as pre-planned with his close buddy, Ronnie Levitz, he announced to Celeste that there was a change in the plans for the weekend.

Ronnie, who lived in LA, and was going to the Lakers game with them, had called a little while ago, and invited he and Jerry to come up to LA on Saturday morning and play a round of golf with him before they go to the Lakers game.

Then, after the Lakers game is over, we are going to his home and spend the night, then get up Sunday morning and play another round of golf, before they came back to San Diego, just in time to be able to watch the NFL Sunday Night Football game.

Of course Dale couldn't leyl his spitfire wife have any idea that Ronnie was having some hot broads come over to his house after the game, to party with them, and provide he and Jerry with some fresh new bodies to get pieces of ass from.

As soon as Celeste heard the name Ronnie Levitz, her antenna went up. She and Dale had met Ronnie, for the first time, two years ago, at the Homebuilder's Convention in LA, while Ronnie was the President of the Association.

She knew from experience, that he was a handsome, single, wealthy, whoremongering, womanizing, skirt chasing, smooth-talking, extremely confident, insufferable jerk, who had taken the opportunity, every time he had been alone with her, to grope and proposition her, unmercifully.

She had resisted all of his advances, but he had been so aggressive that his fingerprints were all over her body.

His dedicated pursuit of her had reached a point where she thought that the only reason Ronnie had made Dale his friend, was so he would get to see her as often as possible, so he could continue to try and get her to make out with him.

Even though she was now absolutely certain that her husband was up to no good, knowing that she had already decided to cuckold him, she kept her tongue, and just re-dedicated herself to making sure that she cuckolded him to the absolute maximum degree possible, just in case he and her son-in-law actually did cheat on them in LA, as she was absolutely certain that they planned to do.