My husband Curt and I decided to take a vacation trip up north for a week, and we started out in my Corvette after lunch on Friday. It was a beautiful day, so we put the top down. We hadn’t gotten away together in some time, and I had a ball teasing Curt as he drove, allowing the breeze to blow the skirt of my sundress up over my thighs, revealing the fact that I’d neglected to wear panties. I think what excited him most was when we passed a truck or a high pickup, as the drivers could easily see down onto our low-riding car.
We arrived at our rented cabin around six o’clock, and as soon as we got inside Curt quickly had me stripped naked and was fucking me on a soft rug in front of the fireplace. I love my husband dearly, and enjoy nothing more than having his large thick cock plowing away in my pussy, giving us both the most exquisite pleasure. My little display on the way up had really gotten to him, and you would have thought we hadn’t done it in months from the passionate way he fucked me, whereas in truth we had done it twice the previous night and once that morning. Curt is a horny fucker, and I give him all he wants.
By the time we finished fucking we felt it was too late to start cooking dinner, and decided to go out to eat. We found a bar and grill and had a couple of burgers and coffee. As Curt excused himself to hit the men’s room before leaving, I noticed a tall, good-looking brown-haired man of about 40 at the next table, who seemed to be looking at me sharply. When Curt had gone the man leaned over to me, saying, “Excuse me, but weren’t you riding in a yellow Corvette, traveling north on the Interstate today?”
I tried not to blush. “Why would you say that?” I asked him.
He leaned closer. “Because,” he replied, “I got a real good look at your legs and your nice little bush, but only caught a glimpse of your face. That guy you’re with looks like the lucky dude who was driving the car, and my guess is that he got even luckier after you got where you were going.”
I looked straight at him now. “Yes, that man is my husband,” I told him. “And he’s been getting lucky for a number of years. And I don’t think he would appreciate you talking to me as you just did, so please mind your own business.”
The man just smiled and winked at me. “Well, you may be married,” he said, “but I can tell you’re a free spirit, and I bet you wouldn’t mind having a quick fling with a well-hung stranger who hasn’t had a good piece of pussy for six months. I’m pretty randy, and I can give you the reaming of your life. I’m staying at that motel across the road, and here’s my room number.” He wrote a number on a napkin and tossed it onto my table. “I’m here for a few days, and I’m going to fuck you before I leave,” he said. “But when is up to you.” He stood up then. “I’ll be waiting for you with a hard-on,” he said, and walked away.
I watched him go, not believing what I’d heard him say, and then I suddenly realized that the crotch of my panties was soaked. I’d never had a man, friend or stranger, speak to me that way. Oh, I’d had lots of men tell me they would like to get me into bed, but no man, not even my husband, had actually said, “I’m going to fuck you.”
I saw Curt coming and quickly put the napkin in my purse before he sat down. I was about as horny as I ever remembered being, so I declined when Curt asked if I wanted to get a drink, suggesting we have one at the cabin. I was so wet that I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs as we walked out to the car.
As he got behind the wheel Curt asked me who the tall dude was that I’d been talking to in the restaurant. I said I didn’t know his name, but apparently we’d passed his truck on our way up there. Then it all came out. “My God, honey,” I said. “That asshole told me he was going to fuck me this weekend, and he even gave me his room number!”
Curt just stared at me for a moment. Then he leaned over, pulling me close to give me a passionate kiss. I wanted to clamp my legs together when his hand started sliding up my thigh, but I knew it was useless to deny my husband access to my vagina. He gasped and pulled his lips from mine as soon as his fingers touched the crotch of my panties.
“My God, Nan!” he said. “I’ve never felt your pussy so wet!” I just moaned and laid my head back as he slipped his hand down the front of my panties to feel my steaming cunt and tease my clit with his fingers. He played with me that way for several minutes, then abruptly started the car and drove away from there.
It was just a little over a mile back to the cabin, but it seemed to take forever as I anticipated a night of badly needed fucking. When we got there I just knew Curt would have his cock inside me the minute we got in the door. But when I got out of the car he walked me around to the driver’s side.
“Listen,” he said to me. “When a man builds a fire in your pants like that guy did, he is probably the only one who can hose it out. Go to him, honey. I know you want to. Have a ball with him, and I’ll see you when you get back.”
I was I a trance as he helped me into the car and gave me a kiss before whispering, “I want you to let go of your reservations tonight, and then give me a full report when you come home, okay? And don’t shower,” he added quickly, and with that he closed the door and walked away toward the cabin.
I just sat there for a moment, stunned. Never before had Curt done anything like this, sending me off to spend the night with another man. I had cheated on him a few times when traveling on business, but I couldn’t believe he would willingly let me give my body to some stranger.
I waited until the cabin door closed behind my husband, thinking maybe it was a joke and he would come back out, but he didn’t. I was still hot and horny, and now I thought of the tall stranger, how he had looked and what he had said. Then I started the car and drove off to his motel.
When I got there I parked a few doors down from his room and sat there for three or four minutes, gathering the courage to knock on the door behind which a man I didn’t even know was waiting to get into my pants. Then I got out and walked slowly to that door. I knocked very softly, so softly that I wasn’t sure he would hear it; but in just a few seconds the door opened, and there he was. He was barefoot and wearing only boxer shorts. He didn’t seem surprised to see me. He just smiled and said, “I knew you would come to me. Please come in.”
I stepped in, and not knowing what else to do, I foolishly extended my hand to him, saying, “Hello, I’m—”
But before I could tell him my name he cut me off. “No names,” he said. “No strings, and no names. I told you I’d have a hard-on for you, didn’t I? Look.” With that he pulled his boxers down and kicked them across the room, exposing his erection. My God, it was big! It seemed to be at least eight inches long, and it jutted up from his hairless loins. This stunned me a little; I had never seen a man without pubic hair before. I tried not to look, but it was impossible. A moment later my hands instinctively reached to stroke his rigid pole and fondle his testicles. I felt no stubble at all, and I couldn’t help marveling at the smoothness of him.
I didn’t resist when he guided me to the bed. He told me to sit down, and when I did there was his cock, right in my face. I didn’t think twice, but began kissing and licking his balls and the length of his thick shaft until I reached the oversized mushroom-shaped head. I licked around the rim, tasting the faintly salty residue that uncircumcised men all seem to have there. Then I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, but it’s thickness prevented me from taking in more than about four inches.
I wanted to continue sucking him, but he had other ideas. He reached under my arms to lift me to my feet and unzipped my dress effortlessly, brushing it off my shoulders and letting it fall around my feet. Seconds later he was releasing the hooks of my bra with one hand and pulling it off with the other. “Damn,” he said then, “I didn’t realize what a great set of tits you have. I like nice tits, but I really want to see that sweet pink cunt that I got a glimpse of earlier today.”
The next thing I knew I was on my back on the bed, having my panties stripped away by this unknown man. I had almost no will left, and I did as he asked when he told me to raise and spread my legs so he could see my cunt. I knew it was dripping wet, and that my pussy lips were parted like those of a flower blossom ready for pollination. And then he moved closer, and there was his stinger, obviously eager to do the pollinating.
I heard myself moaning uncontrollably as this man I’d never even kissed, whose name I didn’t even know, mounted me and slipped easily into my slick snatch as deeply as possible. He looked down into my eyes then, saying, “I told you I was going to fuck you, lady, and now I am going to give you a dose of cock you won’t ever forget as long as you live.” With that he started humping me, ramming the full length of his thick tool rapidly in and out of my cunt for an amazingly long time before letting out a roar as his orgasm peaked, releasing gushes of thick warm come deep in my vagina.
He seemed to take time enough for only one deep breath before he rolled me over and pulled me up on my hands and knees, giving me 15 minutes of vigorous dog-fucking before he unloaded a second time, while clutching my tits in his hands. After that he rolled onto his back beside me, huffing and puffing as the sweat poured from his body.
When I got my own breath back I turned onto my side and began to fondle his limp cock and large balls. I was still amazed and turned on by the baby-like smoothness of him, which seemed to contrast so intriguingly with the very masculine power and aggression he exuded. Soon my fingers were getting positive results, and I continued to stroke his rising erection, giving it an occasional lick with my tongue as well, until he was hard enough for me to mount him, which I did. Straddling his hips, I lowered my pussy slowly onto that massive pole, taking it deep into my receptive body while his hands came up to play with my full breasts.
I rode him back and forth, stimulating the sensitive nerves at the mouth of my pussy, until I started climbing the wall of pleasure. Then I switched to a circular grinding motion to put just the right amount of pressure on my swollen clitoris. It took only a couple of minutes of this to set off a bone-jarring orgasm that curled my toes and released a flood of juices that drenched the loins of the man beneath me. The strong contractions of my hot cunt milking his cock were more than he could handle, and he came also, delivering a third load to the farthest depths of my pussy.
It was early in the morning when I slipped into bed beside my husband and woke him up by sucking his cock. True to his request, I hadn’t showered or douched, and I was truly amazed at how turned on this made him. He made sweet love to me for nearly three hours, and added four loads of his liquid love to the considerable deposit that the stranger had left in my vagina. I finally fell asleep, with the pleasant sense that this development heralded an exciting change in our relationship. And also wondering if I was going to get to meet with the stranger again before this trip was over.
—N.G., Detroit, Michigan