"Well, it is a drug. You get hooked. Unfortunately, my wife is just as strong willed as I am. Stalemate. So we used whores-- a poor substitute at ...best. You never get the sense of true submission. Thus, Lesley's idea. I loved it. Between the two of us, we had the capability to pull it off. But the more Lesley thought baout it, the less enthusiastic she was about her own idea. I asked her why but she refused to say.Then it hit me. She was worried. You see, Lesley is as jealous as any. I should probably start with a few introductions. My name isn't Maria, but we'll go with that for now. I'm about average height for a Hispanic woman making me shorter than most the white girls I grew up with, with slightly broader hips than I'd like, and smaller breasts than I'd wish for. Though I'm not stacked by any means, I'm not flat, and catch men staring at them frequently enough. My skin is kind of caramel colored, and I'm somewhat proud of how silky smooth it is. I kept my black hair. I spread my legs wider for him to see my glistening holes. "I've been waiting to do this for a while," he said, taking off his pants and bending down in front of me to lick my pussy. I stopped him and said, "Charles, just fuck me." He looked rather pleased at this and took off his boxers. His 9-inch dick slapped his stomach. My body got tense; this was the biggest hard-on I'd ever seen. He must have sensed my anxiety, as he leaned back over me, crotch on crotch, and whispered in my ear, "Don't. The girls all fussed over me and most of the guys were almost afraid to talk to me because I looked so sexy. I had a great time at the party acting like a slut, getting buzzed on wine, flirting, playing pool, etc. Late in the evening when the party was winding down, this older guy told me asked me if i wanted to slip out to his truck and smoke a joint. I said "why not"? It was really good stuff and I got really buzzed. Bill told me how totally sexy I was and how most of the guys at the party.