Author: Wade Mondegam, Copyright © 1997 Master Wade.

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One day when Art called Julie, Pat answered the phone instead. Art asked when Julie would get home and Pat told her sometime within the next couple of hours. She explained that her friend Bob was coming over and that Julie would be home soon. She invited Art over, encouraging him to stay and have dinner with them.

When Art arrived Julie still hadn't gotten home. In fact she was later than anyone expected, and Pat encouraged Art and Bob to start the fire in the grill outside while she prepared the salad.

While the men stood outside watching the fire grow their conversation naturally turned to the two women that they were seeing. Bob was very fond of Pat, but also expressed a great deal of admiration for Julie. Art was very honest with Bob and told him that he thought alot of Julie as well, but that he was very happily married and mainly just enjoyed screwing Julie.

To Art's surprise, Bob hadn't realized that Art was married, and just assumed that they had a dating relationship. He asked Art lots of questions about his relationship with Julie, and in spite of the fact that Art felt a considerable amount of devotion to Julie he answered most of Bob's questions honestly.

"I never would have guessed that Julie was the type who would just fuck a man, knowing that he is married", Bob said. "Doesn't she push you to leave your wife?"

"Hell no. She knows I wouldn't leave my wife. I made it clear when we started that I didn't plan to become available to her for anything other than pumping her full of my fuck. She loves it that way as much as I do, or maybe even more!", Art explained.

"Does she fuck anyone else?", Bob asked.

"I don't know for sure, but I don't think so", Art said.

"If she did, would it bother you?"

"How could I complain?", Art asked. "After all I go straight home to my wife and stick my dick into her right after fucking little Julie's mouth and cunt. In fact...and I thought this was really funny....my wife used to complain about the way my dick tastes, but I've noticed that every time I fuck her in the mouth after I've been in Julie's fuck hole that she seems to love it. I think the little wife might just love to eat pussy sometime, but I don't have time to fool with that at the moment, I'm too busy filling Julie with cum."

"Think Julie would fuck me?', Bob asked, with a smile.

"I think she'll fuck anything that has cum to dump into her. Heck, one time she told me about some guy she talked to on the computer who made her pretend that she was fucking his dog. She claimed she didn't want to do it at first, but that she changed her mind and let him turn her over to the long donged doggie. Would she fuck you? Hell yes, I bet she's dying to already."

"You wouldn't care if I fucked her?", Bob asked.

"Hey, I don't care if the Chicago Bears fuck her...she's only a hole to me that I fill with fuck from time to time. If she's around and you have cum to dump, pump the bitch. Oh, and by the way, she's especially good for fucking sometime if you need for her to be quiet. She can't even come, so you don't have to worry about her screaming out during an orgasm. You could probably fuck her while your girlfriend is in the next room if you wanted. But then you might also find that your girlfriend likes the idea of you fucking Julie too. I've know that to be the case at times."

"Well, I must admit that she really turns me on. In fact I often think about fucking her when I'm screwing Pat. Sometimes I get Pat to talk about Julie and you when we're fucking, and everytime she does I come really big gobs of come. Is her hole really tight?"

"She was made to fuck, man. All her holes are tight, and you can twist her around and put her in any position you want when you fuck her. I never have to ask her if I can fuck her, I just let her know I'm coming over and, the truth is, there have been times when I pushed her up against the wall in the foyer and pumped my fuck into her and walked right out again without hardly saying a word to her. I tell you, she's just a hole that was made to take fuck from men. But I love her, just the same."

"Hey, maybe we could both fuck her sometime...think she'd go along with that?", Bob asked excitedly.

"Hey man...don't you listen? If you and I decide we want to dump some fuck into that little twat all we have to do is dump it. It doesn't matter whether we ask her or not, we just fuck her. I'd love to see her with your cock in her mouth sometime. Do you have to worry about Pat?"

"Well, I'm not sure Pat could handle it if she knew. But then again, she does know that I like to think about Julie, so maybe she wouldn't mind. Still it would probably be best if we did it sometime while Pat is at work. At first anyway. Maybe later Pat would like to watch or something. God, I'd really love to fill that Julie with my fuck meat. Can she take all your dick?"

"She doesn't have any choice about taking it all, Bob, she just takes it. I ram the little whore when I fuck her, and it doesn't matter to me what hole I have my meat in when I ram her."

"Whew! All this talk about that little recepticle is making me hard as a rock. Look...how about watching the fire for me while I go poke Pat in the kitchen. If you get a chance to talk to Julie about fucking me, do it, will you? I'd sure like to ram the little cunt."

"Sure thing pal. Pump her a few times for me, will you? And rest assured that I'll mention you to Julie. I'd like to see if it makes her wet, cause I've been thinking about turning her over to some of my randy friends anyway. I'd love to see a whole bunch of guys spilling their fuck into her sometime. Hey....if you get a chance, wipe your fuck on the steak we're saving for Julie. I bet the little whore hasn't ever had a steak with cum seasoning before!"

"Art...you're quite a guy. Thanks for understanding. I'll see you in a bit", Bob said, walking away with a very evident bulge in his jeans.

Art stood by the fire wondering how long it would be before Julie arrived. He secretly hoped that Julie would walk in on Bob and Pat and get a peak at Bob's dick. He liked the idea of Julie fucking Bob. In fact he began to have thoughts of inviting Bob over to his house sometime just to see if his wife would find Bob attractive as well. He knew he'd enjoy watching his wife take dick too, but he knew deep down inside that no one could take dick like Julie could, and that nothing would excite him like turning the little nurse over to a room full of hard dicks. Maybe Bob would be the first step to accomplishing that goal. He'd certainly try to help Bob realize his fantasies with Julie, even if it meant holding the slut while Bob had his way with her. This all had some possiblities...some wonderful possibilities.