Tell Me Everything

January 2012

In this Issue:

• At his graduation party she gave him and his pals a special present
• He is surprised at the passion his wife shows with four young studs
• She loved giving oral sex, and her neighbors were very glad she did
• One guy stood her up, but four others more than made up for it
• Want to cure an ailing sex life? Get your wife to let you be the boss
• He thought she was a slutty woman. Well, she was slutty anyway
• His old dominatrix girlfriend inspires his wife to play sex games
• He loves dressing like a woman, and having sex like one as well
• Her idea was a wicked one—which was just why he agreed to it
• When this girl said, ‘Put a sock in it,” she meant it literally!
• When her sex life gets boring she takes to the streets—and loves it
• This man just loves making passes at girls who wear glasses
• Caught Off Guard
• Her sister told her to do something to really turn her man on, so she did
• Not To Be Hurried
• Can there be such a thing as having too much fun at a party?
• Tell Me Everything
• When the deed was done, she thanked him for opening her up
• Clueless Mom had to be the only one who didn’t see this coming
• When the power went out, she headed for the warmer bedroom
• Revenge can be as sweet as a young lady’s butt cheeks
• He didn’t even try to resist the charms of his new neighbor
• While the cat’s away, this minx finds a lusty tomkitten to play with
• He realized she wasn’t joking about what she wanted for her birthday
• To ease the neighbor lads’ loneliness, his wife befriended them
• There is sometimes safety in numbers, and sometimes wantonness
• A NIGHT WITH AN OLD BOYFRIEND WAS HER FANTASY COME TRUE
• SHE TURNS LOTS OF GUYS ON WITH THE HELP OF HER HUSBAND
• THE SON COULDN’T DO IT, BUT HIS FATHER WAS A DIFFERENT STORY
• HE AND HIS FRIEND TEAM UP ON HIS WIFE, AND SHE JUST LOVES IT

My story begins some 15 years ago when I was 35 and my wife Jaclyn was 28. For the first seven years of our marriage I would have to say that we had a fairly normal family life: had a couple of children right after getting married, lived in a nice home, maintained an excellent sexual relationship. We were both extremely open in our conversations—about what we liked in bed, for example, and especially about her past sexual escapades.

One thing I chose to keep secret was that Jaclyn’s stories of being sex­ually involved with other men began to turn me on. Imagining my beautiful, exotic-looking woman entangled in every imaginable sexual position with other men became my obsession. She has a smile that’s enough to melt any man into submission. Even today, at 43, she turns the head of any man that crosses her path. The years have been good to her; most people would guess she’s in her early 30s. I playfully call her my amazing cougar! And she always offers me that sexy smile, throws her hair off her shoulders or otherwise reinforces what both of us already knew.

Fifteen years ago Jaclyn was a stay-at-home mom. We believed it was in the best interest of our children, then six and seven, to have one of us take them to school and pick them up after. But I began to notice something different in Jaclyn. It must be boredom, I thought, with her no longer having the kids home during the day.

One day, instead of making my usual Thursday out-of-town sales calls, I decided to run home and surprise Jaclyn. I admit the thought crossed my mind that perhaps I might get lucky and ­experience some afternoon delight. Of course, given my growing preoccupation with the thought of other men fucking my wife, I thought, wouldn’t it be even nicer to walk in the house and see her fucking some guy right there on the kitchen table!

So I walked into the house quietly for maximum surprise effect. As I proceeded down the long hallway to our bedroom, I thought I heard music, of the kind that you hear in porn movies—yes, that horrid background music! I thought, this is great, she’s in the bedroom watching porn, stuffing herself with the huge dildo she picked up the last time we were in an adult video store—and I’ll be her grand finale!

I snuck up to the bedroom door, which was closed but not shut, allowing me to sneak a peek before I marched in for the “reveal.” And there was my wife, lying on the bed on her back with her head hanging over the edge, with a really big cock barreling in and out of her mouth!

My first thought was, how in the hell is she taking that whole thing in? It was way longer and quite a bit thicker than my now seemingly meager six-incher. And this dude had a huge, chiseled body. He had to work out daily, maybe even was a competitive bodybuilder. All I could think was how I was no match for this specimen of maleness and was at risk of losing my wife to him. Yet I was consumed with a sexual rush at least ten times more intense than when I had simply imagined watch­ing Jaclyn fuck another man.

I stood there for a good hour and a half to two hours watching their sweaty bodies go at it in just about every imaginable position. I had to wonder how long they had been fucking before I got there. All told I imagined they’d been going for perhaps three hours—versus the 20 to 30 minutes Jaclyn and I typically went. What’s more, the highest level of excitement she ever experienced with me (and that only briefly) was about the lowest level I was seeing now—constantly on the brink of orgasm, or over the brink. She was in such a state that I couldn’t tell when she actually came. I had hardly ever heard the kind of moan­ing and screaming coming out of her now. A lot of the time it drowned out the sound from the porn movie!

But no matter, I was experiencing an amazing sexual high myself!

Suddenly it appeared that they were done with their marathon session. Jaclyn quickly rolled over, looked at the clock and exclaimed, “I need to pick up the kids.” The somewhat familiar-looking guy, after a brief hesitation, began to move toward the bathroom. She yanked him back and, flashing that ­irresistible smile, said, “Aren’t you forget­ting something?” At the same time she was running her hands down his muscular arms onto his still-erect cock.

He smiled and shook his head, and as he whirled her around, she jumped into position on the bed on all fours. They both reached their hands down to her pussy and rubbed a combination of her pussy juices and a seemingly endless stream of come, which he had obviously deposited inside her, all over her ass. I could only think, oh­mygosh! While she waited calmly, eyes closed and smiling, he continued to lubricate her hole with their fluids, until she barked, “Hurry up, fuck my ass!”

He plowed right in, grinding slowly until his dick was almost completely in. Then he began slowly pumping in and out. The look on Jaclyn’s face was indescribable, one I’d never seen, probably because I had never fucked her in the ass. She yelled, “Come on, fuck me hard!,” followed by occasional shouts of “Harder, harder!” and “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!,” and he obliged, pounding her hard without stopping for about five minutes before letting out several loud grunts as he exploded in her ass.

I realized I better sneak back out of the house. I had decided that at least for now I didn’t want Jaclyn to know I had witnessed this indiscretion. I needed time to process what I just witnessed and figure out how I really felt about it. There was a lot to ponder.

And suddenly, while my mind was occupied this way, it hit me that the guy Jaclyn was fucking was Miles, the father of one of the kids I coached in Little League.

When I got back to my office, I was still bedazzled by what I’d witnessed. For some reason I picked up the phone to call Jaclyn and ask how her day was going. She said she “had a very full day,” and did not expand further. I ­resisted the temptation to shoot back, “I bet you did.”

That night we watched television ­quietly, like we did most nights. At nine Jaclyn said she was really exhausted and was going to turn in, and I got up and followed her into the bedroom. As we settled in bed, I rolled over and whispered in her ear, “Busted!” She didn’t move an inch, nor did she ­respond verbally. So I rolled back over and tried to sleep. Of course that was to no avail. I laid there remembering ­everything I had seen my wife doing in our bed, this very bed, all afternoon.

For the next 24 hours I’m sure Jaclyn had to be wondering what this all was going to mean to our marriage. I worried that now that her secret was out, she might decide to leave me for her new sex machine. I had to find out, so the next night I once again followed her to bed, and this time I rolled over and whispered in her ear, “So tell me about your affair with Miles.”

She immediately whirled around to face me and started crying and apologizing profusely. I quickly interrupted, saying, “That’s okay, that’s okay, because I have a confession to make too.”

“You’re having an affair too?”

“No, no, no,” I said. “This whole thing is turning me on in a manner I can’t even begin to explain.” I proceeded to tell Jaclyn that I had watched her and her lover the day before and that for the last 24 hours it had been difficult for me to walk around with the nonstop erection in my pants. She laughed along with me at this comment, which served to break the ice. “Keep in mind,” I added, “that you can truly tell me ­everything, since after all I’ve already watched you fuck, suck and otherwise devour Miles for two hours.”

Over the next several days Jaclyn answered every question I asked. I learned that their torrid affair had been going on for three months. Naturally my first question—of dozens—was how did this whole thing get started? I reminded her again that the more she described, the more she was satisfying me and fueling my sexual desire.

With a hesitant look she asked if I was sure I wanted to hear everything. “Absolutely,” I said confidently.

“Okay,” she said, “but I’m going to need a drink.”

She took a deep breath, then began by telling me that she first encountered Miles at the first parents’ meeting of our Little League team after I took over as coach and she as “team mom.” She admitted that he caught her eye the moment she saw him approach the bleachers at the field where the meeting was held. “Our eyes locked on each other immediately.”

As she led the meeting discussion, she said, she felt a little uncomfortable anytime she looked in Miles’s direction. She had the feeling he was undressing her with his eyes. Frankly, she admitted, she was getting turned on herself from her glances at his physique.

I couldn’t remember exactly what she was wearing, but I knew the top had to be low-cut and her shorts very short, and she always wears heels of some sort, which magnifies the tone in her lovely tanned legs. You see, I bought a lot of her clothes, which were always geared toward showing off her physical assets. It always made me feel proud to see guys checking her out, especially if they made eye contact and she flashed that smile at them.

Jaclyn went on to refresh my memory that when the first day of practice came, she dropped the kids and me off at the baseball field and drove off to a mega­store to buy snacks for the team. As she strolled down one of the aisles, someone came up behind her and gently took hold of both her shoulders. Startled, she turned around—and saw that it was Miles. He apologized for his little surprise attack and admitted following her from the field, saying he hadn’t been able to get his mind off her since the parents’ meeting.

Jaclyn admitted to me that she had been thinking about Miles too, often—even fantasizing how it would be to have sex with him. She further admitted that those thoughts led her to want to look extra nice for that first practice in case he was there. I couldn’t remember what she wore that day either, but she sure did. “Remember that revealing halter top you bought me one birthday? It was black. I matched it up with a short white skirt.” I didn’t remember exactly, but if I bought that garb for her, the top was very revealing and the skirt really short. She recalled sunbathing nude on top of the flat roof of our home so she could balance and deepen her already ample tan. She said she was so entranced that she made sure she had a perfectly shaved pussy, even though she didn’t expect that any opportunity would come up.

Well, it did. Miles accompanied her around the store and helped her load everything in our SUV. She said he was the perfect gentleman, helping her up onto the floorboard and onto her seat.

“Um,” I said, “as Miles was helping you up onto the floorboard, your ass peeked out slightly from under your skirt, and when you sat, you moved one leg in at a time, very slowly, so he could feast his eyes on your fresh-shaved pussy, am I right?”

Jaclyn just smiled, which gave me all the answer I needed. She knew this had done the trick when she saw the bulge in his shorts. Moments later Miles asked her if she would meet him for a drink sometime. They decided that a good time for that would be during our kids’ next baseball practice. He would have his roommate pick his kid up, and she would have me bring ours home with me. That way they wouldn’t have to rush back to the field in an hour.

This left three days for Jaclyn to prepare. She said she had a hard time deciding what to wear until she came across a skimpy yellow terry-cloth dress in her closet. I had picked this gem up in Vegas a couple of years back, hoping I could convince her to wear it to a swingers’ club I’d read about online. She had vehemently ­refused to go to a swingers’ club, and said further, “I’ll never wear that skimpy thing out of the house. What do you think I am, a hooker?”

Well, we all know we should never say “never.”

On “the day,” Jaclyn dropped the kids off at practice and sped off. She had called me earlier and said she wouldn’t be staying for practice, as she had several errands to run, and not to expect her home until around nine. I guess the thought never entered my unsuspecting mind what errands she might have to run.

When she arrived at the lounge, she said, she was so wet, she had to dry her pussy with napkins that she had in the car. When she got out of the car she was a little buzzed, having had a few drinks at home before she left, and walk­ing on four-inch heels didn’t help. When she walked in the bar, it seemed pitch dark until her eyes adjusted. The place appeared empty except for the bald, heavyset bartender, who smiled and pointed toward the back corner of the room. There sitting in the last booth was the object of her desire.

In a moment she was scooting into the booth next to Miles. He lunged ­toward her, she said, and began a ­serious French-kissing session. She thought she might want to persuade him to slow down, but then her animal instincts took over too. When he started untying the back of her halter dress, she started to stop him, but he said not to worry, they had the place to themselves, pointing to the bar entrance, where the bartender was locking the entrance door, then smiled and waved and walked out of the room.

At this point, Jaclyn said, things ­appeared to be happening way too fast, but she was too buzzed and horny to allow herself to slow down. Before she knew it, Miles had her generous breasts cupped in his hands and was sucking on the nipples. Meanwhile, she was reaching down eagerly and finally grabbed his cock.

I’ll never forget what she said then: “It was humongous, honey!”

She described how she stroked it, moving her hand up and down the shaft trying to get a better idea of just how big it was. She said she knew she was at the point of no return. I remember her smiling, then taking a sip of her drink before saying, “I’m sorry, babe, but I just had to have that cock.”

While Jaclyn was describing this initial encounter, she had been sipping at drink after drink. By now she was pretty wasted. I was fine with that, because I know drinking makes her really horny, and she would be more open to telling me the details. Now she got up to mix herself another drink. When she walked back with it, she smiled at me and asked if we could take a break.

I put my hand on her pussy. She was soaking wet. It made me feel good that her recounting the events of that first time with Miles was really turning her on. Before I could say a word, she was on her knees licking my balls, then working her way up with her tongue. Then she grabbed my cock and in one motion stuffed it all in her mouth. After a minute I pulled her up and asked her to get on all fours. As I plowed my cock in her pussy, I couldn’t help but think of how just days before I had observed her in the same positions, on this same bed, being fucked by another man. If I said I lasted two minutes, I would be exaggerating. My explosion was as intense as it had ever been.

After another minute of recovery, Jac­lyn asked if I was ready for her to continue her story.

Miles detected her uneasiness at making it with him in the bar. He put her at ease when he told her that he and his roommate actually owned the bar. She told him she felt much better, and asked him to stand up. She held his cock in both hands for a while, just admiring it, and then finally lifted it and began licking his shaved balls, even­tually taking them in her mouth one at a time. She told me she wanted to take her time and savor every moment, not knowing if she would ever have the ­opportunity to devour this extraordinary cock again. She licked up one side and down the other, then wrapped her lips around the head.

She reemphasized how thick it was, saying she proceeded slowly so she wouldn’t risk the embarrassment of gag­ging. She continued to suck Miles hard and fast until, almost without warning, he grunted and shot in her mouth. The first few shots traveled all the way to the back of her throat—as much come as she’d ever swallowed at once, she said.

After he came, she was afraid he would be “down for the count,” so to speak. After all, with me it was typically “one and done.” To her surprise, he helped her up and had her lie back on the booth table and relax, then got down on his knees and began to work her pussy lightly, apparently knowing exactly where she would experience the greatest sensations. She said his long tongue kind of felt like my cock. (No mercy here, I thought!)

He alternated fucking her hard with his tongue and “making out,” as she put it, with her juicy shaved pussy. She guessed that he tongue-fucked her for around ten minutes, although she admitted that she was dealing not only with quite a buzz from the liquor but also with the sexual high she was on.

When Miles stood up and placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy and asked if she was “ready for this,” Jaclyn said she just smiled and nodded. He moved forward slowly until he had the whole thing in, then started moving slowly in and out. She really appreciated that he wanted to make sure that all she felt was pleasure. “Hon, I was in heaven,” she told me. Once she knew she could physically accept his whole cock, she told him to fuck her hard, which went on for 20 to 30 minutes. Finally he let out a loud scream and shot in her again.
Jaclyn totally shocked me when she said, “At that moment I wished you were there to go down on me and clean me out.” She smiled at me, then continued, “See? I have a secret fantasy too!” I was speechless, and just gave her a weak smile.

Miles pulled her off the table, and she went down on him again, quickly bringing his semihard erection back to its big full size. Without saying a word, she turned around and bent over so he could fuck her in her favorite position. He fucked her hard for another 20 to 30 minutes, she guessed, before he let loose one more time. When he pulled out, she said he kind of spanked her ass lightly with his cock, dribbling the last drops of semen over her.

She wondered if he had any more in him, because she was craving more. However, when she glanced at her watch, it was already quarter after eight and she had to get home. She thought of going in the rest room to clean up, but something in her mind convinced her to go home as she was, dripping Miles’s come. She said nothing else about that, and I didn’t want to ask. I have no recollection of whether we had sex that night when she got home.

There was one question I knew I had to ask: “How often did you two meet after that?”
She said they got together three or four times a week, usually at Miles’s apartment, unless his roommate was there with his girlfriend.

Otherwise they met at the bar, which had a back room with a bed. Sometimes on Thursdays they met at our house, knowing there was no chance, of me showing up—or so she thought.

Another question I asked: “Are you planning on leaving me for Miles? After all, if I do the math, over the past three and a half months you’ve had 40 to 60 fuck sessions with him.”

Jaclyn responded, “As long you still love me, I don’t want us to split.”

Needless to say I was relieved. I told her that in fact I loved her more than ever and reiterated how much I had enjoyed not only hearing her account of that first encounter with Miles but actually watching them go at it in the flesh. She asked, “Does that mean I can keep seeing him?”

“Absolutely,” I said.

“And his roommate Tom too?” she said. I nodded, gulping.

So began the new life we’ve lived for the past 15 years. Six years ago we purchased a condo in San Diego in preparation for the early retirement that we were fortunate enough to be able to manage. Since then we’ve spent more and more of our time in California. Now when we go back to our old hometown Jaclyn hooks up with Miles and Tom. However, the majority of our sexual ­exploits now take place here.

It wasn’t long before we finally paid our first visit to a swingers’ club here in town. And yes, Jaclyn wore the skimpy yellow terry-cloth micro-mini dress, and she became an immediate hit!

—L.T., San Diego, California