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My brother answered the door as I knocked on the front door of his house. 

"Hi," I said derisively as I pushed past him. "Where is she?" I asked.

He pointed back to his bedroom. I walked in and found his wife, my sister-in-law, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Are you looking to go out, or to have some fun?"

She looked at me and made a face. "I'm just nervous… I'm not you. I don't know what to wear to pick up a guy… Do you know how long it's been since I've even gone out looking for a guy?"

"But you're about to find out how much fun you can have… as I often have… if you just loosen up. How about you let me help you, and you'll be able to get any guy you want."

Clara bit her lip and nodded.

"Well, the first thing we have to do is to let them know you're making yourself available."

She was wearing a turtleneck sweater, and I knew what would help. I found a white dress shirt. Nothing spectacular about it, really. "Here," I said, handing it to her.

"Really?"

I just nodded.

She took off her sweater and went to pull on the shirt. "One more thing," I said, putting my hand on her arm to stop her. I moved my hand to her bra and deftly removed it.

"Wow, you're really good at taking it off of others," she said, staring at me holding her bra.

I smiled at her while I held my gaze on her tits. 

She covered herself. "Don't knock it. You're trying this to open up more opportunities." 

She blushed a little and dropped her hands, taking the shirt from me and pulling it on. I walked up to her and undid a couple of buttons, both on the top and bottom of the shirt.

"Now that's better. Feeling a little sexier?" I asked. I looked at her and saw her nipples poking through the shirt. I knew she liked it as well.

I reached under my shirt and removed my bra as well. My shirt was a little tighter than hers, and my shirt was already showing a lot more cleavage than her shirt was. I pulled her to look in the mirror. "We could be twins. Do you have any idea how many guys would go for two hot chicks like us? Especially at the same time?"

"Maybe we start a little slower than getting me into a threesome on the first night?"

"Nothing like starting off with a bang…" I suggested. Of course, I was thinking about a gangbang, but I knew that would scare her away, and I didn't want that either.

I walked her out the door and past my brother, her husband. "Don't worry, I'll make sure she gets laid," I said as she walked out the door. Once she was gone, I opened the door and popped my head back in. "A lot," I said, sticking out my tongue.

We got in the car and headed out to a little place I knew.

"So, tell me, how did I go from the one my brother couldn't help but call me a slut ever since I was in high school, to you calling me to help usher you into being a hotwife?"

"Well, it's a long story," she said.

"So, we've got all night, and longer if you let me," I teased.

"I found out he was watching hotwife porn, and I wanted to see what it was like. One thing led to another, and I mentioned how I'd do that to him… I was bluffing. He apparently wasn't, and now… well, here I am, half naked, going to who knows where to meet who knows who, to do who knows what with them."

"Well, we're headed to one of my favorite bars, to have some fun fucking some guys…" I reminded her. 

We were out on the outskirts of town when I pulled into a dive bar, one that Clara wouldn't normally be caught dead in.

"Here?"

"Trust me," I said, getting out of the car before she had a chance to argue.

She followed along and entered right behind me. There was music playing on the jukebox, and several guys playing pool.

I walked up to the bar and ordered two beers. Clara went to sip hers, and I encouraged her to go faster. She looked around and felt the eyes on her chest, and downed the rest of her beer quickly.

"Can I buy you another?" A stranger asked.

I told him he could before Clara could say anything, and a fresh beer was at her spot right away.

A guy asked me to dance, and I took him up on it. I kept an eye on Clara and even motioned her to join me on the dance floor with the guy who had bought her a beer.

We danced, and she relaxed for a little while. I noticed the guy groping her, and she didn't swat his hand away, so I thought that was a good sign.

"Is she the one?" The guy I was dancing with asked. 

I just nodded, and he smiled back at me.

He went over and asked to swap partners, dancing with Clara while her guy danced with me. I soon stopped dancing and was kissing him deeply on the dance floor where I knew Clara could see.

I took a peek and saw she had kissed her guy, but not that much.

I headed to a booth in the corner and asked the guy to get a pitcher of beer. Clara and her current guy came over and joined us. He was being a bit more handsy, and she was enjoying the attention.

"Oh, I see you're married," he said, looking at her ring, while his hand was over halfway up her thigh.

"Yeah, but her husband lets her play as much as she wants," I said before she could reply.

She turned to give me a look, but the guy took her chin in his hand and turned it toward him, and planted a deep kiss on her. "Sounds great to me," he said, as he came up for air.

The second guy came back, and I let him in, so Clara had a guy on each side of her. Once in, I turned my attention to him and kissed him quite passionately. Clara didn't notice too much, as she was becoming quite involved with her guy.

As I looked over the shoulder of the guy I was making out with, I saw Clara's guy had his hand inside her shirt, feeling up her large tits.

I reached down and undid my guy's pants, pulling his dick out. I broke the kiss with my guy and reached over him to Clara and brought her hand back to my guy wrapping her hand around his dick.

She didn't notice right away as she stroked him. Then she paused, realizing what she was doing.

"Oh, fuck," she said, realizing not only what she was doing, but the size of the beast she was holding.

"Go on, tell me you don't want it. I dare you," I teased her.

As she looked at it, her guy pulled his dick out and led her other hand to it. She was not stroking two guys, both of whom were larger than her husband.

She licked her lips and then bit her lower lip.

"I bet you know what you could do with these," I teased.

"Hey, what are you doing?" we heard a gruff voice interrupt her thought. 

"I uh… uh…" Clara stammered.

"Do you have a back room?" I asked.

The bartender grunted and pointed in a direction. "But I think it'll cost you a double."

I nodded and took my guy by the hand, leading him to the backroom. He, in turn, held onto Clara's hand, pulling her along, and the second guy just knew to follow. None of them bothered to put their dicks away.

I was helping Clara make her decisions… well, put her decision into action.

In the back room was a little cot, and Clara was led to it. Her blouse was already open, and the guy was making known what he wanted to do with her as he undid her pants. Clara kept mindlessly stroking his large dick, unsure if any of this was real, or just some wild dream.

She sat down on the cot and tried to take his dick in her mouth. It was challenging for her, and so he helped her lie down on the cot, where he got between her legs and started to lick her pussy, which got her even more worked up.

As he ate her out, I watched with my friend. He deftly removed her denim skirt and then left a trail of kisses up her body. As he kissed her, he slipped his dick inside her waiting pussy. I watched my sister-in-law moan as another man fucked her, and fucked her good.

The bartender walked into the backroom and watched his cot being used to introduce someone else to the hotwife lifestyle. He smiled at me, and I nodded.

As my sister-in-law was cumming, she was being pumped full of cum herself. As her lover finished, he stood up from her. Her panties held his cum within her, and the bartender walked over to her.

I walked to the two of them.

"Time to pay up," he said.

"I thought we just had to order a double?" Clara was confused.

"No, he gets a double blowjob," I said, sitting on the cot next to her. I fished his cock out. 

Clara was watching as a long, semi-hard cock appeared. She had never seen a black cock before, and she was learning the rumors were true, at least for him.

I've fucked Carl several times, and I know what his ten-inch monster can do… and oh do I love it. So I was sucking on his head, stroking his shaft, feeling it grow and harden in my hand.

"Come on, baby girl," Carl said to Clara. "It's time."

She came over. The closer she got, the wider her eyes grew. "Fuck," she whispered under her breath.

"We could do that too if you wanted…"

I had Clara get down on her knees with me, and together we worked his cock. As we sucked on his mammoth cock, the guy I came in with came up behind Clara, and started to rub her pussy through her panties.

She was moaning on Carl's cock, and soon he was going to blow. I felt him tensing up, trying to hold back. I looked back and saw the second guy pulling his pants down.

"Ready for some more cock?" I asked Clara.

She just moaned in agreement, and the guy pushed into her. I was letting her suck that black cock all by herself while she was being fucked from behind.

She went from not having sex with anyone but my brother, her husband, in over a dozen years, to having a threesome and getting fucked by her second cock of the night. Both the guys were working her hard, and soon blew their loads into her waiting holes.

Clara looked like she was going to spit out the cum in her mouth, so I leaned over and kissed her. We swapped the cum back and forth as the guy kept fucking her used pussy from behind. I kept kissing her deeply until she couldn't help but swallow the load she took. Of course, at that point, she was so turned on. I don't think she cared about that, or that I was playing with her tits at the same time.

She got on the cot and rolled over, legs spread, leaking cum. She looked like a total slut, and I took a few photos with her phone. I even sent one of them to her husband, with a naughty caption.

She had only cum once, but still had clearly enjoyed herself.

"If you want more, I bet I could get a few guys to come back here," I offered to her.

"I don't think I could take anymore."

"Oh, trust me, you can… but you might have to work up to it. And it's a lot of fun when you do."

"So, was this the plan?"

I smiled. It had been the plan. Everyone here had been filled in on it from before she had even agreed to it. And if she hadn't cum, then I would have enjoyed them. But I was happy I could turn my sister-in-law into a slut, especially after my brother calling me that for the last dozen years or more… now he has to live with one.

"Now what?"

"Well, like I said, we could get more guys…"

"No… I mean… With me and Bruce?"

"That's for you to work out. I'm sure it will be fine… after all, you found his porn collection, and that's what he likes."

I laughed to myself as I helped her get dressed.

Several other guys were a little disappointed that we were leaving. I knew I'd have to come back, but it would most likely be tomorrow .

Clara looked at her phone. "Eight-teen missed calls!"

"I might have turned your ringer off..."

"And… I don't know how many texts… and you sent him a photo… Oh, fuck, I look like a slut."

"Oh, baby… you are now… just like me."

She looked crushed and satisfied.

"Get Roger to fuck you when you get home… you can tell him all about it… I bet it will turn him on."

Clara shook her head, only now realizing what she had done. She had thought she was just going to flirt and tease… but when push came to shove - she dove right into it… Not only did she fuck a guy, she fucked two… and sucked off another… Oh, she was a slut… and she liked it.

She looked at me as I pulled into her driveway. "When can we go out again?"

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Why do you masturbate? I mean, I know why, but… why? Like why now, and not later? Why yesterday and not today… or… well, you get the idea.

As for me, well, I can't seem to stop touching myself. I've always loved doing it, and as a teenager, would sometimes push a guy out of the way so I could finally orgasm. Sure, I'd do it under the guise of teaching them how to touch me, but it was really so I could finally get off.

And boy, did I touch myself a lot back then. It was better than sex, most of the time. So I'd be doing it morning, noon, and night. Luckily, I had my own room and could lock the door. Unfortunately, the guys seemed to do not know what they were doing. And while some girls were the type to never touch themselves, I just did it all the time. I just didn't always admit I did it.

Well, I thought as I grew up, sex would get better (it did) and I wouldn't need to touch myself so often (but I continue to). If anything, I get horny even easier and therefore need to touch myself even more… and in more daring places. 

The risk of getting caught makes it better. And no, I don't mean like masturbating with your bedroom door unlocked kind of risk, or even with the door open. I mean, something with actual risk.

I mean doing it in public restrooms, or in a changing room, or even sometimes at my desk at work. Sure, I try to make sure no one is there; I don't want to get fired after all. But there is always the risk that someone could come in. The riskier, the better it seemed. 

At work, I find myself attracted to several men, and I always seem to need to go home to masturbate if I see them in the afternoon. Unfortunately, it's only in the afternoon when I see them, and I'm not ready to do it on the bus - at least not yet.

However, Ted, a new hire, is in my office the entire day, and he's quite… well, to me at least… Well, I get wet every time I see him. And seeing him six or seven hours a day… well… I'm quite wet all the time it seems.

I've had to run to the bathroom a few times a day recently. I'm sure before long people will start talking about me, if they only knew. Those broad shoulders, goes nicely with his muscular arms. I don't know why a guy in an office job needs those muscles, but I can't help thinking about him holding me down as I let him have his way with me over and over again.

The sucky thing is, he has a girlfriend, and he doesn't seem to have eyes for anyone else. At least not in the office… and at least not me.

But that doesn't mean I don't fantasize about him all the time. Filling me with his dick, and putting all those babies in me… Oh, I want him so bad. At least I can think about him when I touch myself, even if I'm touching myself twice as often as I used to.

We had been working on setting up for a big presentation. It was just him and me in the conference room, and I couldn't help but imagine him bending me over that huge table and roughly taking me from behind… or laying me down on the table, and using my body for his pleasure while the meeting participants watched.

I squeezed my legs so tight, I nearly came right there in front of him, while just fantasizing about him. I was about to excuse myself again when he told me he had to go pick up the desserts for the meeting. 

The bigwigs were all out having lunch, but they were coming back for the second half of the meeting, and snacks were to be provided. Since he was going to get them, I was left alone in the room.

Most everyone in the office was gone for lunch, so looking around and seeing no one immediately near the conference room, I figured I had some time to myself.

I stood on the far side of the door, facing the outside window. I knew no one could see me ten floors up, although I wondered how hot it would be to have the window cleaners get a little peek. Would that be the highlight of their day, their week… probably even more. I could only hope so.

I pulled my panties down to my ankles. Should I just not wear them? I felt like they held my smell, and I wasn't sure how many people could pick up and tell how horny I always was because of them.

I lifted my skirt up above my waist. I was totally exposed to the outside world. I had never been so daring, and I found it was exciting me even more before I had even touched myself.

I moved my hand down between my legs, running it over my closely trimmed landing strip. My pussy lips were right there, and like so many thousands of times before, I touched myself.

I wasn't shy about it either. I rubbed the outside of my pussy only a few times before plunging two fingers into me. It felt so damn good, moving in and out.

I thought about the fancy dinner the executives were having, and knew I would rather be here, masturbating. I know that most of them would also probably rather be here watching me if they had a chance. I would have gotten off even harder with an audience. Of course, the audience I really wanted had just left, not that I was bold enough to tell him so early, or while he had a girlfriend. I could find plenty of other guys to do that with if I wanted.

I was close to cumming, and fully in my own little world. My eyes were closed tight as I felt that ultimate release as I shoved a third finger into my pussy. "Oh, fuck," I whispered to myself, biting my lip, trying to keep from screaming in pleasure like I wanted to. I didn't want my co-workers to come running to find out if I was alright, when I clearly was… nor did I want to lose my job.

My orgasm continued as I thought about my new co-worker. "Oh, Ted," I said, barely audible, or so I thought. "Oh, yes." And then, my orgasm faded.

I leaned back against the conference table. My bare ass, feeling the cool wood tabletop. I wondered who would be sitting here, where my ass has now been.

"That was… unexpected," I heard a voice. "And just absolutely lovely."

I turned quickly, my dress still partially pulled up. It was Ted. I cursed under my breath. I had been caught.

"I forgot my phone," he said, holding it up. "Don't worry, I didn't take any photos… you can check if you want. But I couldn't look away, and I figured you wouldn't mind, since this is… well… a little public."

I just nodded. "You watched? How much…"

"I don't know, but I saw the good part… and I heard you call my name."

I blushed a little. "I guess my secret is out. But I know you can't. I won't..."

"Because we work together?"

I shook my head no. I'd slept with lots of coworkers over the last few years. I guess I qualified for the office slut if I was being honest. "You're dating someone."

"She broke up with me last week."

"Oh," I said, maybe a little too excitedly.

"Maybe we can go out sometime… or, if you just want to... You know…"

"Play with myself in front of you?"

"Well, I wouldn't say no to that either."

During the conversation, he had walked around the table to be next to me.

"And what would you want to do?" I asked, looking down at his crotch. I could see he was quite excited, which turned me on even more. I was going to have to play with myself again soon.

"Um…" he was a little shy.

"Would you put on a show like I did?"

"If you want, but I like to have two somes… if you know what I mean."

I realized my panties were still down around my ankles, and my dress was still hiked up pretty high, and he was staring.

I reached over and ran my hand over his crotch. "I think I know what you want," I teased. 

He took my dirty hand in his and lifted it to his face. He inhaled deeply, smelling my sex on my fingers, before opening his mouth and sucking on them one by one. 

My knees got weak as he sucked the juices off my fingers, holding that dirty hand in one of his, and then taking his other hand and pressing it against my stomach. 

As he seductively sucked on my fingers, his hand moved lower and lower, till he could feel the hairs of my landing strip. "Don't stop," I breathlessly whispered to him.

His hand crept lower till his fingers were touching my pussy lips. It was just as I wanted. He rubbed my pussy lips, still wet, as he continued to lick the last drops of sex off my fingers.

He stared into my eyes as he pushed two of his thick fingers inside me. The two of them were thicker than the three I had given myself. I gasp as they penetrated my used pussy.

"How often do you touch yourself?"

"As much as I can," I answered him honestly.

"How often?"

"Three, four times a day…"

His mouth opened in shock.

"... at least. Often more."

He smiled mischievously at that. "Well, if you need assistance," he said as I started to cum on his fingers.

My knees buckled, and he helped me stay upright without stopping his assault on my pussy. I moaned as I orgasmed, trying to do it into his shoulder. I knew people would be returning soon.

As my orgasm faded, he withdrew his fingers from me. He sucked on one finger, and then offered me his middle finger, which I sucked clean. 

"Good girl," he told me, as I blushed like a little schoolgirl in front of him.

"If you want, I can help you out some, and it would probably be a lot more fun."

I stood and let my dress fall as the door to the conference room opened.

"Is everything ready?" It was our immediate boss. She was just checking on everything.

"I just have to pick up the desserts," Ted said.

"Why don't you both get them? I had to expand the order, and it might take more than one person."

I looked at Ted and smiled.

"Good thing I didn't leave early and made sure everything was taken care of here first," he said.

My boss just grunted, and she left us.

I went to pull up my panties, and Ted stopped me, holding out his hand. I stepped out of them instead and handed them to him. 

"No need for these today," he informed me as he put them in his pocket. "Maybe you can get them back tonight, when we finish..."

As I got into his car, I buckled up. "I'm told that guys can't handle me. I can be a bit… much."

"I was hoping you'd say that," he said as he turned to me and kissed me.

As we kissed, he took my hand and led it to his crotch. There he worked on pulling out his dick in front of me. "I only give as good as I get," he said. 

I smiled and stroked his dick for him. As I did, he took his other hand and led it between my legs. I smiled some more. 

Some guys get upset when you pay attention to yourself. Others love to just watch you. Ted seemed a little different, and very sexual himself.

"If you want to know," he said, looking at me before he started his car. "My last girlfriend had a hard time keeping up with me. I hope not to have that problem with you."

"All my boyfriends have had a hard time keeping up with me. I'm hoping you'll be different too."

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