Ever since I first started reading your magazine, I was fascinated with the letters about wife watching. However, try as I may, there was no way I could get my wife Celia interested in trying anything like that. She was way too conservative, and even more than that, she was too self-conscious about the size of her breasts.
At five feet two inches, with shoulder-length wavy brown hair and a face beautiful enough for a centerfold, Celia’s looks are the bomb. However, her measurements are a slender 32A-24-33. And even though she has the sexiest puffy nipples, she’s been bothered her entire adult life by those A cups, so much so that she’s always worn padded bras, even at home. And whenever I’d start talking about how much the wife-watching letters turned me on, Celia would come back with something like, “Sure, I can just see men falling all over themselves to get to my flat chest.”
Then one Monday morning I noticed a couple of workmen replacing the roof on the house behind ours. What caught my attention was the fact that they were wrestling over who was going to look through a surveyor’s scope pointed toward our house.
There is a balcony off our bedroom, connected to it by a sliding glass door. But since we have a solid six-foot fence, around our entire back yard, we seldom worry about closing the curtains. From their vantage point on the neighbor’s roof, however, the men could clearly see through the door and into the bedroom.
It then occurred to me that Celia had told me she was going to go through her clothes that morning for a rummage sale at our church. My cock suddenly sprang to life, and I practically flew up the stairs. Sure enough, my wife was in the bedroom, dancing around to music from the CD player as she sorted out the clothes in her closet, wearing only a bra and panties. Because she wasn’t wearing her glasses—she never does, except when driving—she wasn’t aware that she had an audience.
I took a seat and watched as Celia brought out each article of clothing one at a time, put it on, looked at herself in the mirror, then took it off again to either hang it back up or throw it into a box meant for the rummage sale. For over an hour this procedure was repeated again and again, with the strangers on the roof taking it all in.
Watching my wife unknowingly
putting on a show for the roofers really lit my fire. When she finished with the closet I didn’t want the show to end, so I quickly suggested, “You know, your underwear drawer is pretty full too.”
Celia grinned at me and said, “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“More than you’ll ever know,” I replied. Still grinning, and thinking I was the only one who was watching her, she dumped the contents of her underwear drawer onto the floor. My dick was rock-hard, and I almost came in my pants as she slipped out of her bra and panties and proceeded to try on every piece of lingerie she owned.
I had never dreamed it could be so arousing to watch my wife getting naked in front of other men. By the time she finished I was so turned on my dick hurt. Unfortunately, the kids were due home from school soon, but later that night I surprised my sexy wife by making love to her three times in a row.
The next day there were four men on the neighbor’s roof, all with some kind of telescopic device. Celia was busy cleaning the house, but when I suggested that we go through some more of her clothes she agreed, obviously pleased by the way this ritual seemed to turn me on. She put on another really hot show, and for the second day in a row the men on the roof didn’t get much work done.
On Wednesday the roofers were joined by a huge black guy. He must have been the boss, because he was making the men work. The noise they made caught Celia’s attention, and she quickly figured out what had been going on. She was furious at first, but when I explained how much it turned me on, knowing the men were watching her, and how exciting it had obviously been for them to see her beautiful sexy body, she calmed down and got thoughtful. She then said she needed to be alone for a while and was going for a drive.
Several hours later Celia returned, carrying a shopping bag. She asked me to accompany her to the bedroom, where she showed me that she had purchased three sexy new sets of matching lingerie. The bras were the sheer, lacy push-up types, and the panties were thongs. She grinned at me then, and I almost fell over when she said, “I want to see for myself how excited those men get looking at my tiny titties.”
The two previous days had been incredible, but this one was a dream come true. This time Celia knew what was going on, and what she was doing. My cock leaped to full attention when she stepped in front of the open door and slipped out of her T-shirt and jeans. She had put her glasses on now, so she could watch the men’s reaction, and even opened the screen door to give them a completely unobstructed view. She was actually standing outside the door when she turned and bent down to slowly pull down her panties.
I could hear the men on the roof hooting and whistling as Celia stepped out of her panties. Without straightening up, she looked back at them, and seductively wiggled her cute little tush. She then turned toward them, reached behind her back, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the deck. The men went wild, cheering and clapping.
I couldn’t believe the change in my wife. Turning on the CD player, she did a little dance as she tried on each of her three new outfits. Each time she took one of them off she would sit on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, giving the men a wide-open view of her most private parts. I could see that she was as turned as I was, and when she finished I pulled her out of sight of the men and dived between her legs, and we had the wildest, most intense sex of our lives.
Afterwards Celia admitted to me that she had never felt so desirable, so naughty and so alive. “I told you, didn’t I?” I said. “Those men all want you like crazy.”
She giggled and replied, “I know. Did you see the bulge in that big black guy’s pants? I thought he was going to split them right open!”
The fact was that I hadn’t been looking at any of the men’s crotches. However, I found it interesting that Celia had singled out the one black man to comment about. Could she be interested in interracial sex? Hoping I wasn’t pushing my luck, I said, “So he was really hung, huh? Think you’d like to try some of that? I’m sure he’d have no objection.”
Celia didn’t answer in words, but when I heard a faint moan escape from her throat, I pushed on. “Honey, you know I love you more than anything on this earth, but man, that would be so hot! I’d love to see you take him on.”
Looking into my eyes, Celia said, “Really? You don’t think you’d be jealous? You know, we’re not just talking about someone watching me undress now. We’re talking about me going to bed with another man. About him putting his thing inside me, and fucking me, and shooting his sperm into my body. You’re sure you’d get turned on by that?”
Even though we had just made love, I was rock-hard and raring to go again. “Let me show you how much,” I said, and I did.
Later that evening we had just put the kids to bed when the phone rang. Celia answered, and after a minute I saw her flush. She then got up and took the phone into the kitchen. When she emerged, ten minutes later, she was still flustered.
“That was—it was the black man from the roofing crew,” she said, a little breathlessly. “His—his name is Judd. He—he found out who I was somehow, and looked up our number. He said—he wanted to ask me out for a drink, to thank me for entertaining his crew.”
I could feel my cock stirring. “What did you tell him?” I asked.
“I told him I—I’d have to think about it,” Celia said. “He’s going to call back tomorrow.”
There was a lot of indecision in her voice. I could tell that she was interested, all right, but was holding back, partly out of shyness, and partly because she wasn’t’ completely convinced that I really wanted her to do it.
Seizing the opportunity, I said, “I don’t know, honey, what if the whole crew shows up? That could get out of hand. Why don’t you ask him to come here for a drink instead? That way you could get to know him better—and if things work out, our bed is right upstairs.”
“Oh god, I really love you,” Celia said. “No matter what happens, you’ll always be my man.”
I took that as an encouraging sign.
And I was even more encouraged the next day, when Celia asked me to answer the phone when Judd called, and to make the arrangements with him. So she was leaving it up to me, and that was fine.
Judd called early in the afternoon. When he asked for Celia, I explained to him that I was Celia’s husband, and that she and I wanted to invite him to our house that night. “She’s really looking forward to hooking up with you,” I added, making it clear to him that she was willing, and also that I would be present for whatever went on. Judd seemed fine with that, and we arranged that he would come over around eight o’clock.
I sent the kids to stay with Celia’s mother for the night, so we would have the house to ourselves. Celia was a little nervous, of course, but she seemed to be anticipating Judd’s visit as much as I was. Promptly at eight he showed up, his manner smooth and confident. We opened a few beers and sat down in the living room to get acquainted. Celia sat next to Judd on the couch. After about 15 minutes of small talk I was wondering how to get things started, when Judd turned to Celia and asked, “So are you wearing any of the sexy undies that you modeled for us yesterday?”
I saw Celia blush a little, but she hesitated only a moment, then gave him a little smile and murmured, “Why don’t you find out?”
With that Judd smiled too, immediately reaching out to unbutton her blouse. Celia’s breathing became noticeably more rapid, but she put up no resistance. She looked at me, as if to check one last time that this was what I wanted. My eyes were locked on Judd’s hands, which rubbed against her breasts as he slowly undid each button. When he pushed the blouse off her shoulders a lacy lilac-colored demi-bra came into view.
“Absolutely gorgeous!” Judd whispered, smiling again. Celia made a small whimpering sound as his large hands came up to cover her bra-encased titties, squeezing and kneading the soft mounds.
Her moans became more pronounced as Judd’s mammary massage continued, and she gasped when he reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. As he pulled the garment away from her, Celia instinctively covered her breasts. “Oh baby, don’t go modest on me now,” Judd pleaded. “Let me at those sexy things.” Celia then let her hands fall, and he bent forward to take her right nipple into his mouth.
Judd then proceeded to feast on Celia’s ultrasensitive titties. As he sucked, nibbled and chewed on her nipples, he slowly eased her down onto her back and began running his hand up and down her legs, which were encased in a tight pair of slacks. When he stroked the inside of her thighs, Celia spread her legs for him, and his hand immediately went to her crotch, rubbing it through the cloth. Her head began to roll from side to side, and her pelvis humped against his fingers as she moaned, whimpered and sighed her approval to what he was doing.
Then his hand moved inside the waistband of her slacks. They were too tight for him to get very far, however, so he whispered something into her ear, and she lifted her lower body, allowing him to quickly pull her pants and panties down her legs and off.
Naked now, my wife flung her legs wide open to the her new lover’s touch. He strummed her clit with his thumb while inserting two fingers into her already wet pussy. He continued suckling her titties and finger-fucking her until she was close to orgasm. Then he stopped, stood up and calmly began undressing.
“Oh god, don’t stop!” Celia pleaded, but Judd continued removing his clothes. He was standing directly over her face when he pulled his boxers down, and out sprang what had to be the biggest cock I had ever seen.
If Celia had been fantasizing about hung black men, Judd definitely fit the bill. His erection was easily three inches longer and twice as thick as mine, and his balls looked enormous. Celia gasped, and I swear I saw her vagina turn from pink to red and begin oozing fluid. She reached out with both arms, beckoning him down on top of her. But Judd shook his head. “No, babe, not here,” he said. “Let’s go up to your bedroom, where we can be more comfortable.”
In the bedroom Celia quickly pulled the top covers off our bed, lay down on her back and again held her arms out to Judd. This time he didn’t hesitate to cover her with his body, and Celia spread her legs wide and moaned as he began grinding his phenomenal staff along her fleshy feminine folds.
I sat down on a chair in one corner, watching as if mesmerized as my wife reached between their bodies, took hold of the black man’s huge totem and guided it to her opening. She moaned again as he flexed his hips, and the head of his dick popped into her. Another push, and several inches of hard black meat slipped out of sight. One more thrust and my bride’s love hole was crammed full of this strange man’s massive member.
Celia wrapped her arms and legs around Judd and held him tight. He didn’t move for several seconds, giving her time to adjust to his size. Then he began a steady humping motion, pulling nearly all the way out and then pushing back in, slowly at first, but steadily increasing in speed and force.
It was kind of late to be worrying about it, but I now realized that things had developed so quickly that Celia had not had a chance to put in her diaphragm. There was no stopping them now, though, as Celia’s eyes glazed over and she began making a shrieking sound each time Judd thrust into her. After about five minute of this her pelvis lifted off the mattress and she screamed out her orgasm. When her climax subsided she looked up at me and held out her hand, beckoning me to come to her.
I moved to her side and took her hand as Judd continued to fuck into her. Between thrusts, she muttered, “Thank you, darling. I love you so much.”
Judd looked at me then, still moving. “Man, I’m the one who should be thanking you,” he panted. “Your wife’s pussy is pure heaven. So wet, so tight. Amazing!”
Celia was moaning again, still clutching my hand. I saw Judd’s hand move down and slide beneath her writhing buttocks. Suddenly Celia’s eyes shot wide open. She gasped and exclaimed, “Oh! Oh yes! Oh yes!” She then erupted into a powerful orgasm, followed quickly by another one, and then another.
As her body bucked through her fourth climax in rapid succession, I could see that Judd had two fingers in her ass, their movement matching the tempo of his cock as it thrust into her pussy. Celia and I had never played any anal games, but now the effect on her was profound. She just kept climaxing again and again as Judd thrust rhythmically into both her holes at once.
Then it was Judd’s turn. Driving his pole into Celia as hard and as deep as he could, he yelled, “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh babe, here it comes!” And he exploded inside her, jerking and grunting as he blasted the contents of those huge balls up inside my sweetie’s womb. His load was so big it literally came gushing back out around his shaft in a milky white froth.
He rolled off her then, and for a couple of minutes they just lay there, catching their breath. Remarkably Judd’s massive cock was still hard. Almost as though she were in a trance, Celia reached out and started stroking his rigid shaft, and lovingly cupped and squeezed his mammoth balls.
Judd then asked me to go downstairs and bring up some more beer, as well as a bottle of lube from his pants pocket. When I came back I stopped short as I saw Celia kissing the tip of Judd’s cock. Oral sex was another thing that she had been reluctant to explore with me.
“Just keep going, girl,” Judd was saying. “You know you want to. Oh yeah, like that. Mmm, that feels good. Now open up and suck on the knob a little. Oh yeah, babe, that’s nice. Now take it a little deeper. Oh god, that feels good. You white girls sure love to suck black cock!”
As Celia took more and more of his shaft into her mouth, Judd looked over at me and grinned. “I figure while I’m here I might as well break in your wife’s mouth and ass,” he told me. “But when I’m ready to shoot again, it’s back to her pussy. I love popping inside your wife’s sweet coochie. Besides, I think she likes it when I come inside her, don’t you, babe?”
With her head still bobbing up and down on Judd’s stiff pole, Celia nodded yes.
I had never expected that Judd would come on so strong. And I certainly didn’t expect my wife to be doing things with him that she wouldn’t do with me. But I had promised her that I wouldn’t get jealous, and since I had encouraged her to fuck him, I could hardly complain now. And besides, I wasn’t sure I didn’t like it.
The cocksucking lesson continued for quite a while, with Celia following Judd’s instructions, licking up and down his shaft, kissing and sucking his balls and even sticking her tongue up his ass. It concluded with her taking his cock as far down her throat as she could. For someone who had never done it before, my wife was giving Judd’s fat nine-inch rod a damn good sucking.
Finally Judd pulled out of Celia’s mouth and placed her on her hands and knees, with her rear end sticking up in the air. I didn’t see how this was going to happen. Judd’s erection seemed way too large to ever fit into my wife’s cute little bottom.
Taking his time, and using lots of lube, Judd began working on her ass. He began by putting one finger inside her tight hole, then two, then three and finally, after several minutes, he worked four tightly grouped fingers into her anus, relaxing and stretching it in preparation for her deflowering. At the same time he began to rub her clit with his thumb and play with her tits with his other hand. It only took a few minutes of this before she was moaning as though about to come again.
Quickly moving around behind her, Judd replaced his fingers with his cock and slid right in. He had Celia so prepped for this penetration that it was actually easier for him to get into her rectum than it had been to squeeze into her vagina earlier on.
And as he had then, he held himself still for several seconds, giving her time to adjust to the sensation of having a broad nine-inch spike packed into her butt. In fact, it was my wife who started to move first, rocking back against her lover. That was his signal. Starting slowly, but rapidly picking up the pace, he pumped himself in and out, and in no time at all he was slamming into her ass hard and deep, just as he had fucked her pussy. The effect on Celia was the same too. It only took about four minutes for her to scream out in orgasm, and after that she had three or four gut-wrenching climaxes in quick succession. I don’t know how long she would have gone on that way if Judd hadn’t finally pulled away from her. I expected him to finish up in her pussy then, as he had promised to do, but instead he said he wanted to take a break. He was hungry, he said, and wanted to get something to eat.
When Celia had gotten her breath back we all went down to the kitchen, neither Celia nor Judd bothering to put anything on, and Celia fixed us some sandwiches. Judd’s cock was still rock-hard and sticking straight out in front of him. Every time Celia passed his chair she reached out and stroked it with her hand.
When the food was ready and Celia moved to sit down, Judd told her to come and sit on his lap. Giggling, she gleefully went to him and climbed up onto him, impaling herself with his help onto his rigid manhood. Sitting at the table with the giant black cock of a man we’d met only hours earlier, packed into my bride’s pussy made it a meal unlike any we’d ever experienced before.
After we ate, Judd had Celia take him on a tour of our house, and they had sex in every single room. He fucked her on a small couch in the hall, and on my chair in the living room. He fucked her on the dining room table, and on the desk in my office. He fucked her in the back yard, and in the back seat of our car. He even fucked her in the bathroom, and in our kids’ beds. Only when he was convinced that the two of them had broken in every conceivable space in the house did he take her back to our bedroom.
It was then that Judd asked me if he could have some time alone with Celia. I hesitated for a moment, then looked at my wife. She shrugged her shoulders, and then nodded. So I got up and left the room. As I walked out I heard the bedroom door being locked behind me.
I spent the next few hours in the hallway, listening to the two lovers. Normally Celia wasn’t all that vocal when making love. That night, however, I listened to her screams of pleasure and her exhortations of encouragement to her black stud. I heard her yelling things like, “Give it to me, yes, fuck my white pussy with your big black cock! Harder! Oh yeah, come inside me. Fill me up with your black seed!”
When Judd finally left, Celia was so exhausted that she went right to sleep, and we didn’t talk until late the next day. I wanted to hear explicit details about what she and Judd had done, but all she would say was, “Honey, you know what we did. We had sex.” When I asked if she was going to see Judd again, she replied that she didn’t know.
I then remembered that she hadn’t put in her diaphragm the first time she had fucked Judd, and I asked her if she had taken any precautions with him later. Celia looked at me strangely for a long minute, and then gave me an earful.
“Listen,” she said. “Do you remember last Sunday, when you played golf, while I took the kids to church? Part of the sermon was about Eve and the forbidden fruit. The preacher talked about things like illicit sex and not being faithful to your marriage vows, and it made me think about you asking me to have sex with other men. And you know what I thought about? You know young Oliver, the black guy who works at the gas station? He flirts with me every time I go in there, you know? And I thought, now that would be the ultimate forbidden fruit—a 31-year-old married white woman, cheating with an 18-year-old black man. The only thing more forbidden would be if he got me pregnant. Damn, I actually got wet thinking about that!
“Then this thing happened with the roofers, and with Judd, and it all just seemed so right. So I went with it, all the way. I wanted to be fucked by a black man. I wanted him to come inside my unprotected pussy. The excitement of knowing his black sperm was swimming around inside me, possibly making a baby, was unbelievable! Although realistically, I just had my period last week, so there’s not much chance of me getting pregnant. But if Oliver . . .”
I knew Oliver. He had just graduated from high school, and seemed like a nice enough kid, but I didn’t think he was Celia’s type. “You mean little Oliver at the Shell station?” I asked, just to make sure.
Celia kind of smiled. “The next time you’re in there, take a peek at the bulge in his pants. He may be only 18, but he’s definitely not little!”
“Well, damn, honey,” I exclaimed. “If you feel that way about Oliver, you screwed the wrong black guy. Why don’t we set it up with him?”
“Well, I know he wants to get into my pants,” Celia said. “But I don’t think he’s that experienced, and I don’t know if he’d be able to perform with a pervert like you staring at him.”
“No problem,” I said. “I’ll hide in the closet or something. What do you say?”
“I’ll have to think about it,” Celia said.
The next day I stopped by the gas station to talk to Oliver. I told him we had a couple of odd jobs that needed doing around the house, and asked him if he wanted to make some extra money. When he said yes, we made arrangements for him to come over the following Saturday, when I knew the kids would be on a camping trip.
When I told Celia about this she pretended to be pissed that I had gone ahead without consulting her, but she couldn’t hide the gleam of excitement in her eyes. “Oh god,” she said then, biting her lower lip. “Next weekend I’ll be in the most fertile part of my cycle.”
“I know,” I told her. “That’s why I picked it. Just imagine how exciting it will be when Oliver comes inside you and injects his ripe young seed way up into your fertile, unprotected womb.” Then I added, “And if you want, you can invite Judd to come over on Sunday.”
During that entire week both Celia and I were in a constant state of arousal. We screwed three times a day every day, but each time Celia was careful to use her diaphragm and lots of spermicide, saying, “If I get pregnant it’s sure not to be yours.”
On Saturday Celia wore a pair of short shorts and a cut-off tank top, with nothing underneath. As a final touch she hung some of her sexy undies in the bathroom, where Oliver would see them, and she left a pair of her used panties hanging out of the clothes hamper. The plan was for her to ask Oliver to put up some towel racks in our bathroom, and then get him into the bedroom with her and go from there.
I was hiding in the closet with the door slightly open, giving me a view of both the bedroom and the bathroom, when Celia brought Oliver up the stairs. As they approached, I heard her telling him that I was out with the kids and wouldn’t be home for hours.
Our bathroom is not small, but still Celia managed to rub up against Oliver a few times while explaining what he was to do. She then said she was going downstairs to get them some drinks. Sure enough, as soon as she was out of the room Oliver zeroed in on her underwear. He sniffed the soiled panties several times, and then stuffed them into his pocket.
Celia came back with two beers. Then she said she’d better get her things out of his way, and started taking down the underwear she’d hung up. Holding up a bra and a matching thong for him to see, she said, “I just got these. Do you like them, Oliver? Do you think they’re sexy?”
“Hell, yes!” Oliver replied. “They’re very sexy. I’d love to see you in them.”
Celia smiled. “That’s sweet of you to say, Oliver. But I’m sure a handsome young man like you isn’t interested in seeing old married woman like me in her underwear.”
Oliver hesitated, and then said boldly, “Yes I am! Every time you come into the station you give me a hard-on, thinking about what you look like under your clothes!”
Acting surprised, Celia said, “Well, I’m not wearing much more than this now, really. So. I guess there’s no harm in putting them on for you. But this has to be our little secret. You’ve got to promise not to tell anyone. My husband would be furious if he found out.”
Oliver promised, and Celia told him to wait in the bedroom while she changed. He moved into the bedroom and Celia closed the bathroom door, but not all the way. I wasn’t surprised to see him watching surreptitiously through the crack in the door.
When she came out, Celia pranced around in front of him, wearing only the thin blue bra and matching thong. Oliver could only stand and stare at her, a very conspicuous bulge tenting the front of his pants.
Celia noticed it. “Oh my, did I do that?” she asked innocently. Oliver stuttered and stammered for a few seconds, not knowing what to say. Celia boldly went to him and began rubbing and squeezing his crotch, saying, “Oh, Oliver, you’ve got a nice big one!”
“Yeah, but it hasn’t done me much good,” Oliver said, a little breathlessly. “The girls are all scared of it.”
Celia seemed truly surprised. “You mean . . . you’ve never done it?” she asked him. “Not even once?”
Oliver shook his head. “As soon as a girl gets a load of my thing, it’s good night,” he said forlornly.
“Well, I’ve got to see this cock that scares women away,” Celia said. She unhooked his pants and reached in to free his dick, pulling out a jet-black steely beam every bit as impressive as Judd’s, and maybe even a little longer. Giving Oliver a wide-eyed grin, Celia said, “Well, your silly girls may not know a good thing when they see it, but I sure do.” Then, dropping to her knees, she pulled his pants down, and Oliver’s hard pipe became only the second cock to ever enter her mouth.
After sucking his tool for a few minutes, Celia said, “Come on, Oliver, let’s go to bed. I can’t wait to feel this big beautiful black cock of yours inside me!”
With clothes flying in all directions, they made a mad dash to our bed, where Celia pushed Oliver down on his back, straddled his hips and slowly impaled herself onto the object of her desire. “Oh god, Oliver, it’s wonderful!” she moaned as his huge shaft slid up inside her. “Oh, I love your big black cock! It feels so good! Those girls don’t know what they’re missing!”
Her words were all the encouragement he needed. Rolling Celia over so that he was on top, he began pounding into her as fast and as hard as he could. What he lacked in experience he more than made up for in youthful exuberance.
Wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him and humping to meet his every thrust, Celia yelled out, “Yes! Oh god yes! Give it to me! Oh Oliver, your cock feels so good. Oh God, I’m coming!” And come she did, her body rocked by a series of spasms, each one stronger than the last.
Oliver didn’t last very long that first time. After only about ten minutes he began bucking and grunting as he blasted his seed deep into my wife’s fertile furrow. He had a young man’s resilience tough, and Celia was able to suck him back to life in no time at all. They fucked again, and this time he lasted a lot longer. Celia showed him several different positions, and he gave her several more intense climaxes before pumping another load of sperm deep inside her.
That was about five months ago, and since then both Judd and Oliver have called Celia numerous times, wanting to hook up with her again. But she has decided against getting involved in any lengthy affairs at this point, although she did help Oliver celebrate his nineteenth birthday by spending an entire night with him at a hotel.
All of Celia’s periods have come right on schedule, so neither man knocked her up. And even though we haven’t found another black lover to Celia’s liking, we both know it’s just a matter of time until another stud comes along. And then who knows what may happen.—F.C., Rapid City, South Dakota