- 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
It was a cold, rainy Sunday afternoon, and I was reading the sports section of the Sunday paper when my wife put down the issue of Penthouse Letters she was thumbing through and startled the living shit out of me by asking me, “Have you ever fantasized about seeing me having sex with another man?”
I was so stunned that I couldn’t answer.
“Come on, tell the truth,” Deirdre said. Pointing to the magazine, she went on, “It sure seems like a lot of husbands out there want more than anything in the world to watch their wives being fucked by other men—and often by complete strangers. I don’t get it, but I was just wondering, would you like to watch another man enjoy me?”
I spoke slowly, picking my words carefully. Hoping to have Deirdre divine the answer without my actually saying it, I tried to make it clear that in my opinion it would have to be the wife to make the decision on a matter like that.
“Okay, okay,” she said, “but let’s say I did have sex with another man. Would you enjoy watching?”
I still wanted to be careful how exactly I expressed this. “So,” I said, “if both you and I agreed on you having sex with another fellow, well then, yes, I believe that I would enjoy watching you in action. But it would all be for fun, with no love involved.” It was lame, I know, but it was the best answer I could manage on the short notice I was given.
There was a long pause then—about two minutes, as if Deirdre was doing some really deep thinking. I began to wonder if she had slipped into a trance! Suddenly she looked me in the eye and said, “Okay, let’s do it!”
“What?” I said.
“Let’s do it,” she said. “What we were just talking about. I’m serious. I want you to watch me have sex with a stranger.”
I didn’t know what the fuck to say, and finally said, “You’re joking.”
Deirdre ignored that. She reminded me that she had a birthday coming up in a few weeks, and as it fell on a Saturday, she said she would like me “to make all the arrangements, for the man and the motel,” for that day. We would take in a movie, have a nice birthday dinner, then go to the lounge for drinks and on to the motel for “birthday fun.”
Apparently she wasn’t joking! The one promise she made me agree to was that the man had to be a complete stranger to both of us—”nobody we know!” She seemed quite emphatic on the point.
The weeks passed, and when the big day arrived, I was in trouble. No, I had not arranged a sex partner for Deirdre. Honestly, I thought for sure that by then she would change her mind. But at two in the afternoon, while I was sitting in the den, I heard her taking a shower, and then about 45 minutes later I heard her say, “How do I look?”
She was standing in the doorway, looking beautiful in a transparent white blouse, a short green pleated skirt, sheer black nylon stockings and three-inch heels, with her hair and makeup perfect. I watched her glide across the floor and sit on the sofa across from me, then cross one leg over the other. I saw a flash of white—a bare thigh exposed above a dark stocking top. When she sat with her legs crossed, the green skirt was much too short. I enjoyed the scenery in front of me, one long garter strap stretched tightly across her creamy thigh attached to the dark top of her stockings.
“Do you like what you see?” she said.
I replied, “You bet.”
“You want to see more?”
Deirdre didn’t give me a chance to answer. She stood up, took hold of the hem of her skirt with both hands and, as if doing a striptease, very slowly and teasingly raised her skirt, exposing her beautiful legs, her stocking tops, her garters and soon her transparent white bikini panties and garter belt. She has a really hairy crotch, and there was as much hair protruding from beneath the leg band of her panties as there was covered by the see-through material.
Deirdre stood right in front of me, and I touched her pubic area and began to rub. I said, “Let’s stay home and have some fun.”
“Oh, no!” she said, “This is the night you’re going to watch a complete stranger undress me, put his head up between my legs and eat my pussy. I’m going to suck on his hard cock, and who knows? You might get to see this stranger fill your wife’s mouth with his love cream. I’ll bet he won’t taste as good as you, though. Most of all, I want you to really get jealous when he fucks me and fills my cunt.”
While Deirdre talked, my cock was hard in my pants. She stepped back and dropped her skirt.
I really didn’t enjoy the movie. I could only think about my wife and what was supposed to happen with the stranger that I didn’t get for her. Maybe a miracle could still take place.
At the restaurant we had a lovely meal. Then we headed for our favorite lounge. For a Saturday evening it wasn’t crowded at all. My eyes wandered about. At a table well behind us I saw two fellows drinking and talking. It was now or never. Not even excusing myself from Deirdre, I went over to the two men’s table and as nonchalantly as possible began to make small talk.
I introduced myself and quickly found out their names were Jack and Ross. After about ten minutes I got up enough nerve to bring up the topic. “Say,” I said, “the lady behind me, who just happens to be my wife, is hot to trot. How would one of you guys like to spend a little time with her in the sack?”
“You mean ‘Legs’ over there?” Ross said.
I glanced over my shoulder at Deirdre. Sure enough, she had those great legs on exhibit, including nylon tops and a bit of bare thigh.
“We’ve been sitting here admiring her,” Jack said. “We got a question. Think your wife is woman enough to take us both on?”
“I don’t know,” I said. The number “two” never came up in our discussions!
Ross spoke up quickly. “I bet you want to watch your wife get taken too?”
I felt my face turn red.
Ross said, “Don’t be embarrassed. I tell you what. You go back to Legs and tell her she can have both of us, if she wants. We’ll pay for the motel room. But it’s not one fuck each. Checkout time at the motel is ten in the morning. We get her till then. And yeah, you can watch.”
If it was a deal with Deirdre, she was to go to the rest room, take her panties off and on the way back to our table drop them off at the guys’ table. They would follow us in their car to the motel, about two miles away.
Of course Deirdre was surprised when I told her it was both men that wanted her. I told her they would pay for the room but that she was theirs till checkout time in the morning.
“Are you going to be in the room all night?” she asked.
I said I would be with her, then said, “If it’s okay with you, go to the rest room, take your panties off and on the way back leave them on their table. That’s the signal.”
Deirdre paused, then got up and headed for the rest room, walking past Jack and Ross. About two minutes later I saw her come out with her right hand clinched shut. When she got to the guys’ table, without breaking stride she opened her fist and dropped her panties on the table in front of Jack. He grabbed them and brought them to his nose.
At the motel Ross went in and checked us in, and we followed him and Jack to the room. Inside, the guys introduced themselves and Deirdre did likewise. As Ross said hello to her, he spun her around facing him and drew her to his chest. Before she could blink, he was kissing her on the mouth, long and hard, without complaint. But it was his right hand that got my attention. It was on her ass, rubbing it firmly.
“Hey, it’s my turn,” Jack said, and seconds later he was kissing her passionately. As she kissed him back, just as passionately, I was shocked to see her hand going around his neck! It looked as if my wife was going to be very cooperative.
The four of us made ourselves comfortable. We all had drinks—Deirdre’s a big glass of wine. I was sitting across from Ross and Deirdre on the sofa; Jack was on the bed. It didn’t take Ross long to get his hand to work caressing Deirdre’s knee. It began to work up under her skirt, up to her crotch, with no objection from her as her crotch was played with.
Suddenly I remembered that Deirdre had given her panties away in the lounge! Ross’s hand moved up and down, faster and faster. Jack and I watched intently as he finger-fucked her. “Man, is your wife wet!” he said. She wasn’t a bit bashful, laughing, giggling, full of smiles while being fingered. Without warning she closed her eyes and tilted her head back; then her hips begin to move. Her right hand went to Ross’s crotch, and she began to manipulate it through the material; you could see his bulge in her fist. There was a bulge in my pants too.
Deirdre’s skirt was high enough now that Jack and I could see her hairy pussy, with Ross’s finger penetrating her slit. Meanwhile her fist was pumping away at his cock. She exploded first, screaming wildly while she thrashed about. Seeing her in this state nearly pushed me over the edge.
Ross looked at me and said, “Ever watch another man fuck your wife’s mouth?” I didn’t answer. He got to his feet, undid his belt and his trousers and dropped them below his knees. He stood in front of Deirdre in bulging jockey shorts. Down they came, and his cock, close to eight inches long and very meaty, jumped forward as if it were a spring, the head shiny with precome. They moved toward each other, and I watched with pleasure as he filled her mouth with his cock. She lapped, licked and kissed it before seriously sucking it. It didn’t take long for it to blow in her mouth. She swallowed over and over, taking his spunk down her throat. I didn’t see one drop escape.
Jack got off the bed, knelt in front of Deirdre, opened her legs and looked at her crotch. While planting wet kisses on her knees and inner thighs, he moved his head toward her hairy target. Within seconds his mouth was attached to it. His head bobbed up and down like a cork in water as he got a great taste of my wife’s cunt. She placed a hand behind his head for encouragement. In a matter of minutes she exploded. He lapped away at her pussy till she calmed down.
Jack led Deirdre by the hand to the bed. He undid her blouse buttons until off it came, then unhooked her bra and bared her compact, perky tits, the nipples dark brown and swollen. He took her skirt off, leaving her naked except for her garter belt, nylons and heels. My eyes of course went right to the thick dark thick hair at her crotch. He got her on the bed and mounted her missionary-style. I really enjoyed watching him fuck her. The best was when he exploded and filled her twat.
Jack, Ross and Deirdre shared the bed all night. I got very little sleep in the soft chair. When I was awake and looking at the bed, either Jack or Ross was pounding away at my wife, and if she wasn’t sucking cock, one of them was busy eating between her legs. My guess was that she got less sleep than I did.
Ever since this happened I’ve been wondering if Deirdre is going to want to do it again. I hope so!
—R.H., Hartford, Connecticut
