Chapter 1

The party was almost too much for Merrie to believe. Since her divorce, she’d fantasized about such a gathering many times. But she never actually expected to be involved in something so outrageously perverse. During the sex-starved life that had gone on in her marriage and the last year since her divorce, this party was just one of the many fantasies her mind had conceived. That it actually happened was a testament to her resolve, and though it changed her life the memory would never stop thrilling her. Nonetheless, she would often remember it with a touch of saucy guilt.

Prior to their marriage, Phil had been an ardent lover. Their relationship was a fairy tale that Merrie believed would be carried on throughout their life. It included her expectations that Phil would provide her with one sexually exciting discovery after another. Weeks after their wedding though, sex between them drew to a near standstill. What she’d expected to be continuous joy turned into increasing disappointment. Her friskiness seemed to have turned her husband off and the man of her dreams became a reluctant lover. Sex began happening less and less frequently.

A year into their marriage Phil began staying out late on Wednesday nights, often not coming home until the wee hours. He made her believe that he was working late with fellow employees. When Merrie accused him of having an affair he was completely taken aback. She was equally surprised by his reaction when he said, “I think it’s time for us to see a marriage counselor.”

After a joint meeting, the counselor suggested separate meetings to assess each partner individually. In the final session with both of them in the room he said, “It’s called the Madonna/Whore Complex.” He explained that before their marriage sex was exciting to Phil: at the time Merrie was sexually exciting, like a whore. After their wedding though, he viewed his wife as a Madonna, the Mother of Jesus. To him, sex in their marriage had become so inappropriate that he had to find it elsewhere.

Relieved, Merrie thought the answer was at hand and could be resolved. The idea of her husband relating to her as a whore before their marriage appealed to her wild side. With visions of attending to his every sexual need, she thought of dressing in lurid lingerie and doing wild things to excite and attract him enough to take her back on the path she envisioned before they got married. The counselor’s assessment made her believe that a solution was near at hand. He recommended a psychiatrist for Phil to address the psychological aspect of his Madonna/Whore Complex. Phil expressed appreciation to the counselor for his help and they left. As soon as they got into the car he exploded telling Merrie, “I REFUSE to be treated as some kind of NUT CASE.”

For a couple more months nothing changed with the exception that sex remained totally nonexistent. One day when she was sorting clothes for the laundry she found a Polaroid picture in the pocket of one of her husband’s shirts. The picture had been taken in what appeared to be a large hotel room. On the bed was an attractive naked woman with long brown hair. Merrie couldn’t see her face; it was turned away from the camera. But the figure on the bed struck her as someone she was familiar with. But she couldn’t put her finger on who the woman was. In the picture, on top of the woman was a man fucking her, his body enwrapped by the woman’s shapely legs. At the foot of the bed, among four more men holding their erect cocks in their hands, she recognized Phil’s best friend. On the opposite side of the bed where the woman’s head was facing Phil stood with a look of ecstasy glowing on his face. His erect penis was plugged into the woman’s mouth.

Merrie was aghast, shocked, and angry. To her further distress, the picture made her highly aroused. And there was something that bedeviled her, she was convinced that the woman was someone she knew. She couldn’t see her face in the picture but there was something about her that told Merrie that she knew her. The proof of Phil’s cheating made her distraught. While her husband was cavorting in such a lascivious manner with his friends, he was denying her the sex that she so greatly craved. Angry and depressed she called a lawyer that day, showed him the Polaroid and filed for divorce.

Soon after her divorce Merrie started a new job as a receptionist at a small advertising agency. There were four partners and a small office staff. Quickly proving to be the most effective woman in the office Merrie was promoted to office manager. She loved working with such creative and attractive men between the ages of 33 and 42, three single and one married. The chemistry between her and their partners was good. The repartee between her and the four men made her job even more enjoyable.

One night after a late session at work Merrie ended up alone in the office with Tony Rizzo, one of the partners. He asked her if she would like to have a drink with him at their favorite watering hole, a lounge with a piano bar. To the sounds of soft jazz, they nursed gin and tonics as they chatted. As they talked they leaned closer until their shoulders touched. Tony asked, “Is there anybody special in your life Merrie?”

In the year and a half since starting divorce proceedings Merrie never dated. She was starved for sex. Having fixated on the Polaroid pictures she fantasized that the girl on the bed was her and always masturbated. Her orgasms never satisfied her though. Each time she came she cursed her husband and the strange but familiar woman on the bed. Mostly she thought that the woman was a whore and would think what I know, I’m a fucking Madonna. It haunted her that there was something familiar about the woman. It never stopped haunting her.

After joining AFFILIATED ADVERTISING her fantasies began including three of her four male bosses: Tony, Nick, and Sean. Because of Phil’s cheating she didn’t fantasize about Kevin who was married. She couldn’t think of herself as a marriage breaker. When Tony asked the question, she closed her eyes to squeeze back tears. Letting out a long breath she shook her head and murmured, “No.” Wishing that Tony would put his arm around her she lifted her glass to her lips and sipped. As if he was reading her mind he put the palm of his hand on her back and massaged it gently. It had been so long since she had been touched by a male’s hand that butterflies fluttered in her stomach. When she felt his fingers bump her bra strap she wondered if he might be thinking about touching her breasts. She wished he would.

“You’re much too young Merrie,” Tony said,” much too attractive and too much fun to be with to go through life without someone in it.” His palm was massaging the muscles in her back. Stretching his arm over her shoulders he eased her against him.

In a desperate plea she said, “I don’t want to be alone tonight Tony.” Feeling his arm relax she leaned into it.

He pulled her closer, setting up his approach and said, “You don’t know how often I’ve been thinking of asking you to spend the night with me. I’ve wanted to let you know for such a long time. But it’s always felt to me like there’s been some kind of barrier between you and me.”

She’d wanted him to take an interest in her from the beginning but was afraid that she might lose control. She feared being considered a “loose woman” who would be available to the other men in the office. Was that what made Phil lose interest in me, she thought? Has Tony been thinking that I am a Madonna too? GOD, I want him to think that I am a WHORE. She’d been alone for so long though that she didn’t realize how much being this close to a man would excite her. When Tony told her that he was interested in her Merrie’s heart began throbbing and her moisture wicked into the panel of her panties.

Seeing the desire in her eyes Tony said, “It might be better for us to go to your place. That way you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable in the morning when you found yourself in a strange bed.”

Is that how it happens she thought but was unable to believe that he actually said what he did. Is he really asking me to spend the NIGHT with him?

“You could go with me to my place Merrie.” He paused to let her digest what he was saying. “But do you really want to be getting dressed in the middle of the night?”

Having never been involved in the adult dating scene she was needy, but she was a fish out of water. When she realized that Tony actually wanted to go to be with her she hoped that he would ask her to spend the entire night at his place. Realistically though, nobody had brought a change of clothes—even underwear—and somebody would definitely be leaving, probably in the middle of the night. Besides, she thought, a whore wouldn’t spend the night. She realized that Tony was being kind to not suggest his place. Her place would make more sense. She wondered, does a whore usually make house calls? That the man she’d been hoping for was propositioning her taking a heavy load off her shoulders, whether it actually happened or not.

“No Tony,” she said, “I’m just excited that you’re really asking.” Jesus, she thought, if you wanted to you could do it here, right on top of the BAR. “I guess we should go to my place.”

Before she married Phil she thought that she would never have sex with anybody but her husband. But as he kept denying her sex she became more disillusioned and started looking at other men and wondering what it would be like. At first, she felt guilty. She wondered if she could please ANY man—or if any man could please HER. She wondered if she was one of those frigid women she had heard so often about. Deep down she’d been hoping that she could try an affair ... with someone.

As she drove to her apartment she looked into her rearview mirror to make sure that Tony was actually following her. Confirming that his car was behind her, her heart drummed like a tom-tom. When she turned corners in her car she felt like she was sliding in her juice on the coldness of the vinyl car seat. Searching her memory, she couldn’t remember when she’d ever gotten as wet as she was now. When she masturbated, as she so often did now, she got moist enough for the dildo to easily slide inside her pussy. But as she drove she could feel the moisture from her vagina creeping down her legs. I wonder what Tony will think of me being so wet. Will he think of me as a whore? She pulled her car into her carport. Tony parked across the street. Walking up the stairs with him she thought her knees would buckle.

Taking her hand Tony said, “You’re trembling Merrie, are you all right?”

Embarrassed by her inexperience she said, “You must I’m naïve.”

“The truth is Merrie; I’ve been thinking about doing this with you since the first day you came into the office. I’m pretty excited myself.” His laugh was nervous. “I kinda feel like I’m a kid on my first date.” When she fumbled with her keys he took them out of her hand and opened the door, letting her go in first. When he closed the door behind them he turned her to face him put his fingers under her chin and raised her face. Tenderly kissing her lips, he opened his mouth and accepted her tentative tongue. As their breathing accelerated Tony’s hand slid down her back to her bottom then to the back to the inside of her leg. Like a little girl that needed to pee, Merrie bobbed up and down.

Lifting the hem of her skirt Tony smoothed his hand up the inside of her thigh. Even before he reached her panties his fingertips skated through the sexual juice that had already sagged three inches down the inside of her leg. “JESUS Merrie,” he said, “you’re like a damned FOUNTAIN.” In a quick but skilled motion, he grasped the top of her pantyhose and jerked them down. She was in as much of a rush but less skilled, struggling and working her right foot out of the bunched nylon. Unable to control her curious fingers she fumbled and jerked on Tony’s zipper. I’m such a WHORE she thought, laboring with his substantial erection. Finally, his significant bulk flopped out of his fly.

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a condom and broke its seal. Taking it out of the foil he rolled the latex ring over his turgid shaft. Cupping Merrie’s ass in his large hands he lifted her. As he bent his knees she rose up on tiptoes. Timidly grasping his cock, she guided it to her hole. As his tapered head wedged and stretched it they both clutched. Merrie said, “Jesus Christ, TONY Ooh, ooh, OOH.” Too excited to maintain her cool she was embarrassed at how quickly she came. But she refused to let it interfere with the joy of the first male-generated orgasm she had ever experienced. Christ, she thought finally!

Feeling her body shudder against him Tony thought Jesus Christ is right, you’re one hot fucking woman. Holding her quivering body impaled on his cock he embraced her until her shivers and gasps subsided. As she settled he pressed her body against the door and thrust his cock ‘til their pubic bones came together then drew back to its head and thrust again, repeatedly he slammed her body against the door. She was so wet that each penetration forced bubbles past the tight O-ring around his shaft. He was amazed that even though he was wearing a condom he felt more warmth through the membrane felt as if he were fucking her bareback, making him think I’ve never been with a woman this GOD DAMMED WET.

She’d all but forgotten how thrilling a rigid cock thrusting forcefully inside her body could feel. Her dildo provided her with satisfaction, but it was hard and artificial while his penis was warm and pulsing. With each thrust her head waggled like a bobblehead doll, intermittently bumping against the door. After being slammed hard about ten times she let out another, “JESUS CHRIST,” and shuddered even more violently.

Tony held her up ‘til she settled then resumed fucking. As he slammed her a dozen more times against the door the thumping sound mixed with “Gods,” “O’migods,” and several “Jesuses,” magnified the force of their passion. Her husband Phil, having never lasted more than a couple minutes, had never given her even one orgasm. To her astonishment, Tony had been fucking for at least ten minutes and had already triggered four. Not wanting him to stop she wondered when it would happen.

Nearly exhausted from the effort Tony gulped and wheezed. Though his abs ached he still increased the tempo of his strokes. With one more slam, his body stiffened as he shouted, “Oh baby, FU-U-U-C-C-CK.” Fearing his legs would collapse he slumped and pinned Merrie’s body against the door.

She felt the warmth of his semen. Some of it leaked over the top of the rubber sheath, laying a slick gloss on the inside of her leg. With his manhood deflating in her pussy he bent his head back slightly, looked into her violet eyes, and said, “Phew Merrie you’re one HOT woman.”

After having showered together they were sitting on the couch sipping wine. Merrie was in her silk kimono. Tony was draped in a toga-like sheet. She told him about her marriage and how it had broken up, and about the Polaroid pictures. She told him that after the divorce she kept the picture, looking at it from time to time, trying to imagine what it would be like to have a group of men ravishing her like that.

“Do you still have it,” Tony asked.

His question shocked her. “I-I don’t know why I kept it.” All of a sudden she regretted telling him about it and said, “You must think I’m a pervert.”

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Merrie. I was just curious.” Looking into her eyes he continued, “I have pictures like that myself. So how could I even think you’re a perv?”

“But why do you keep pictures like that Tony?”

Sensing she was uncomfortable he said, “I’m sorry Merrie, we shouldn’t even be talking about this. It’s our own business.”

“Did I upset you by asking?”

“No sweetie, I just thought I might have stepped over the line. The fact is Merrie, I LOVE looking at them.”

Merrie blushed with relief. “You must think it strange of me to keep pictures like that. They were after all the reason for my divorce.”

“Not at all,” he answered, “There’s a whole industry in porn pictures. Pornos fascinate everybody whether they say so or not.”

She sounded like a little girl when she said, “I hate to say it Tony but looking at them excites me.”

They were silent for a bit when Tony said, “Did you ever play house when you were a little girl Merrie?”

She remembered the little boy she played with and how he said, ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.’ she laughed. “You mean you would like to see my husband and his friends doing ... doing ... that woman?”

“Absolutely.”

When he said that he would like to look at the picture with her she became wickedly excited. Taking him by the hand she led him into the bedroom. Opening a black enameled box on the dresser she took out the dog-eared pictures. She handed them to him. As he looked at them she scanned his body, trying to see evidence of him getting hard. But the sheet that was covering his body was too blousy.

“Wow,” he said, “she’s a hot-looking woman.”

“Yeah,” Merrie said, “I’ve always wondered who she was ... wondered if Phil and his friends did her again.” With a nervous giggle, she said, “Maybe they still do.” Looking sideways at Tony she could see his nostrils flaring. “The picture turns you on Tony, doesn’t it?”

“It’s hot. What’s hotter though is looking at it with you. How do you feel?”

“At first I was shocked,” she said. “The more I looked at it though the madder I got with Phil for neglecting me while doing ... doing THAT (she blushed). I was jealous of her.” She took the picture out of his hand. “Each time I looked at it I got pissed. I got nothing from my husband and she was getting five guys. Until tonight Tony I haven’t had sex with ANYBODY in two years.”

Tony hugged her and said, “You’re a hot woman Merrie Comstock. I can’t imagine how you’ve managed to keep away from guys. Everybody would want a woman like you.”

“It hasn’t been easy Tony,” she said, “Guys have asked me out. But because of my inexperience, I was afraid. I was kind of scared that I wouldn’t be any good at it. But when you made love to me I went wild. You must think I’m a psycho.”

“I have to admit Merrie, you were excited but you’re no psycho. You must know that you turn me on, don’t you?” He meant it but he was saying it to boost Merrie’s confidence.

Relieved, Merrie said, “I was afraid that I couldn’t please ANY man Tony.”

Reaching for Merrie’s wine glass he set his and hers on the coffee table and looked into her eyes. He touched the side of her face with his fingers and then pulled her close. “I can’t imagine ANY man that you wouldn’t please.”

As he kissed her sex-softened lips his left hand found its way inside Merrie’s loosely tied kimono. As if he were opening a beautifully wrapped gift he peeled back the layer of silk and cradled her soft breast on the platform of his hand. It was a nearly perfectly formed 36C. The flowing contour of creamy flesh was punctuated by the salmon-colored, eraser-sized nipple, which was bordered by an areola shaped like a faultless oval. Leaning down he pecked her nipple and flicked it with his tongue. Licking around her areola he sucked the protruding flesh between his lips. Having never had her breasts assessed in this way she cooed, “I’ve wished for something like this for so-o-o long.”

The shower had washed her juices away, but her sex was oozing again. As Tony’s lips and tongue sent electric currents throughout her body she opened her legs at the gentle easing of his hand against her knee. His touch was so tender that she could almost distinguish his fingerprints in their smooth slide up the inside of her silky thigh. “I can’t get over what a sexy woman you are,” he said. The marvel in his voice was apparent. With a chuckle he went on, “God Merrie you’re wet again.” Sitting on the edge of the bed he took her hand and pulled her body down to him.

As she felt his fingers pressing on her large, puffy lips and sluicing into her juicy pudding she felt a sense of embarrassment at being so wet—she had always wondered if something was wrong with her whenever her juices soaked her panties and sagged down the insides of her thighs. But, when his finger found the oiled slipperiness of her clitoris she clamped her jaw and sucked sibilance through her teeth to keep from shouting out. His educated finger found spots there that Merrie’s hand hadn’t yet discovered. Perhaps it was the patience he took in his quest. Or maybe it was just the excitement of someone’s finger other than her touching those spots. Another touch sent orgasmic shocks throughout her body—her anus even clenched. When he slid his middle finger deep inside her pussy he hooked it against her g-spot (which she had previously been unaware of), touching off another series of shivers.

Tightening the muscles of her pussy around Tony’s finger as it fucked it she exploded when his thumb rubbed her clit. “Oh GOD, Tony,” she exclaimed as she writhed and waggled her head, his fingers slurping loudly in the cauldron of her cunt. Squealing with joy to the “futch, Futch, futch sound of his digging fingers, her cum bubbled and oozed past her tightened ring. She pressed her head against his chest and slipped her hand under the sheet that served as Tony’s toga. Expectantly she touched his belly and edged her fingers slowly downward. The tingly touch of his springy pubic hairs on her fingertips was almost like an electric shock. It had been so long since she had experienced the thrill of fondling a man’s private parts.

Tiptoeing through his hirsute thicket her fingers finally wrapped his muscled, pulsing shaft. To the sound of air being drawn into his nostrils and the wincing clasps of his belly muscles, Merrie slid her middle finger up what seemed an incredible length, finally bumping over the flange of his silky helmet. As she stroked his warm, hard, and pulsing rod she shivered as she was overtaken by another wracking orgasm. As it subsided her finger touched the clefted tip of his cock and skated through the slippery seep of his precum. Pressing her head more closely to his chest she hugged him tighter with her right arm and moved the outer skin of his penis up and down, hearing the deep resonance of Tony’s voice murmuring, “Yes Merrie, YES-S-S-S.”

Having so often grasped her dildo in such a way Tony’s phallus was alive, filled almost to the point of bursting. Sensing the beat of his heart it was the most wonderful thing that had been in her hand since before she had married Phil. She wanted to feel its entire surface but couldn’t keep her hand from pumping the thin, loose skin of his marvelous, hard organ. Up and down she stroked as her lover murmured his pleasure, rocking his ass from side to side.

Phil had never allowed her to go down on his cock, even before they were married. But she had always wanted to. She remembered the Polaroid picture and the jealousy she felt toward the woman that sucking her husband’s cock. As much as the gangbang scene shocked her she felt betrayed that Phil was getting enjoyment from another woman’s mouth. Opening the sheet around Tony’s body she exposed his gorgeous manhood. Her eyes proved that it wasn’t as big as it felt, perhaps only five to six inches but to her, it was a work of art. And the contrast of his pinkish shaft with the purple vein that led upward to his plum-colored head made him even more of an object of beauty.