My wife Lois and I are in our early 50s and have stepped up our sexual activities in the last few years, primarily as a result of the proliferation of swingers’ web sites on the net. Three months ago we were attracted by a posting on one of those sites by a couple who lived about three hours from us. It was Lois who first drew my attention to the posting, and after one look I said, “Oh, you’re only interested in them because it says he’s got a long thick cock.”
“Come one, babe, you know I need something more than that five-incher of yours every so often,” Lois replied. So we responded to the posting, sending some photographs along with some information about us and what we were looking for.
Within two days we heard back from them. Their names were Joy and Alan and they were in their mid-40s. After checking out their photos and what appeared to be at least an eight-inch piece of thick meat between Alan’s legs , Lois couldn’t wait to call them. Joy’s very sensuous body, thick black hair and 36C breasts made me want to get on the phone as well.
The ensuing conversation was very promising. Joy told Lois that her husband had a thing for tall blondes like her. But then she asked, “Are you sure you can handle someone as well-endowed as Alan, with his thick eight-and-a-half-inch prick?”
Lois grinned at me as she answered, “Joy, why do you think we called you? I love big dicks, and though my husband is a great fuck, he’s only got a little over five inches. Is that okay with you?”
“That’s not a problem,” Joy said, “and here’s why. I’m really into ass-fucking, and Alan’s cock is just too damn big for my butt. If you’re willing to limit yourself to butt-fucking me, I think we could all have a great time.”
A few minutes later we had made the arrangements, which entailed us driving up to where they lived the following Saturday.
We met them for dinner at a local restaurant. Joy and Alan were, if anything, hotter looking than their pictures. Joy wore a white leather jacket, a black low-cut blouse and a short white leather skirt, while Lois had on a tight cotton minidress that showed off her long legs and, when she sat, the tops of her thigh-high stockings. Alan’s opening comment to me was, “Hey Hal, we’re two reasonably good-looking guys, but how the hell did we end up with these two gorgeous babes?”
We didn’t linger over dinner. Joy’s hand frequently massaged my thigh and crotch under the table, and I could tell from Hal’s face that Lois was playing the same games with him. In less than an hour we were at their lovely lakeside home.
Joy, not one to be bashful, was taking off her jacket and blouse before she was 10 feet inside the front door, saying it was time for everyone to get comfortable. Lois immediately removed her dress as well, while Alan and I stripped to our shorts. Alan’s bulge was certainly a lot bigger than mine, which made Lois exclaim, “Oh, I like what I’m seeing!” Joy grinned at that, and as they stood side by side her hand dropped to gently caress Lois’s ass and thighs. I knew my wife had no objection to a little girl-girl play, and the evening was getting more interesting by the second.
Alan evidently felt the same way. “Joy,” he said to his wife, “why don’t you get Lois warmed up for us, and Hal and I will join you in a few minutes.”
With that Joy led a willing Lois into another room. Alan and I had a drink and made conversation, but we were distracted a few minutes later by the sound of moans and exclamations coming from the adjacent room. Alan smiled. “Guess we should go check it out,” he said.
On entering the room, I saw several large blankets spread out in front of the fireplace, and on them lay Joy and Lois, entwined in a 69 position. Seeing us, Joy pulled away, saying, “Lois, it looks like somebody’s bringing some real cocks to our party. Here, let me help you get ready.” With that she produced a large strap-on dildo, fastened it onto herself, and quickly began rubbing the large head across Lois’s dripping gash. A moment later she had it inside my wife and had begun a rhythmic back-and-forth motion that had Lois exclaiming “Oh, my God!” and tightly gripping the blankets with her hands above her head.
“Alan, I’m getting her loosened up for that big prick of yours,” Joy panted. “Are you ready to fuck her yet?” There was no need for an answer Alan had already doffed his briefs, and it seemed to me that the eight and a half inches that Joy had mentioned was, if anything, an understatement. Lois was watching with wide eyes as Alan prepared to mount her. Joy now pulled the dildo out of my wife, unstrapped it and moved her naked body beside mine. She grasped my cock at the base and began to stroke it.
“You know, Hal,” she said, “that huge cock of my husband’s is really going to stretch Lois’s cunt and make it nice and loose. In fact, that giant dick is going to stretch her so much that she might not even feel this little prick of yours if you try to fuck her later this evening. But we’re not going to let this little hard-on go to waste, are we? It’s going to give me a good ass-fucking, isn’t it?” With that she turned over onto her hands and knees. “Come on, baby, fuck my ass with that skinny cock of yours.”
As I entered Joy from behind, sliding into her really tight asshole, we were both facing Alan and Lois, already in the throes of a passionate fuck. “It’s so fucking big!” Lois was moaning over and over. “It’s so fucking deep, oh, God, oh, God!”
“Turns you on, doesn’t it baby?” Joy asked, tossing her beautiful hair to one side as she looked back at me. “Come on, grab my tits and keep fucking my ass.” As she said this she vigorously rubbed her clit with the fingers of her right hand, and in no more than three or four minutes she screamed out, “Fuck! I’m coming!” A second later she was spasming so hard I could barely hold onto her, but her movements set me off too, and I stayed with her long enough to fill her ass with my sperm.
At this point Lois and Alan were obviously also close to coming. My wife’s legs were draped over Alan’s shoulders now, and between panting breaths she groaned out, “Christ, I can’t believe I’m getting fucked so good! What a great prick!” Then Alan threw back his head and grunted loudly as he came with four or five particularly hard thrusts. Lois cried out as well, slapping her hands on the floor as she exploded in ecstasy.
A moment later Alan pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. As soon as Lois had recovered her breath, she reached over to stroke his sticky cock, gazing at it in a worshipful manner. “Oh, God, I have to have that thing again!” she moaned, and a moment later she was on her knees, bending over him to kiss and lick his dick, and then wrapping her lips around it, taking the head of it into her mouth. It was already stiffening again, and I knew my wife was destined to have her pussy stretched even more before the night was over.
At that point Joy slipped up behind me, and I felt her rubbing some kind of cream into the crack of my ass. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that she had put on the strap-on again, and was obviously preparing to give me a dose of what I’d just given her.
“Turn about is fair play, right?” Joy said, smiling at me. “You’re going to love this, sweetie. Just relax and enjoy it.”
If I’d had any doubts about it before, I was now absolutely certain that this was going to be an evening I would never forget.—H.N., Albany, New York