The doctor was in—all the way in. So were these two young guys

by The Editors on March 8, 2012 with 0 Comments in Letters , Wives Gone Wild

March 2012

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I knew something had my friend Rachel really upset when she called asking if I could get my butt over to her house right away. She was sitting at her kitchen table with a pitcher of margaritas when I arrived a few minutes later. She thanked me for coming over just when I was probably starting to make dinner. I told her it wasn’t a problem, because my husband had had to fly to Chicago on business and wouldn’t be home until Saturday, leaving me to fend for myself for three days.

After we had settled down with our drinks, she said, “I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to spit it out. I‘ve been cheating on Ken. I’ve been screwing my doctor for over a week now. It wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment thing either. I’ve had hot pants for him for two years, and I would get so wet when I was on his table that he couldn’t help but notice it.

“I had an appointment with him a week and a half ago, and that morning he called and asked if I could possibly come in later than I’d planned, like about six-thirty. I said sure, and when I got there I found him there alone, waiting for me in the lobby. I felt my heart pounding when he locked the door before leading me back to the exam room.

“He then sat down in a chair and asked me strip and put on the paper gown, so he could check things out. I hadn’t ever stripped with him in the room before, so I felt a little embarrassed, but I did as he asked.

“After checking my vitals he checked out my breasts, taking longer than usual. Then he asked me to put my feet in the stirrups so he could see what was going on down below. As he pulled the gown back and started to examine my pussy, I could feel it open like a flower, and I felt my juice trickling down over my ass.

“I jumped when I felt his finger touch my anus. He smeared my juice around it a little, kind of teasingly, then ran his finger lightly back and forth over my labia. Then he said, ‘I don’t think we’ll need any lube or gloves to check this lovely vagina tonight. You get aroused when you come here, don’t you, Rachel?’

“Well, I knew I was blushing like crazy, and I had to cover my face with my hands, but I said, ‘Yes, doctor, I do. It just happens, and I’m powerless to stop it. I’m really sorry doctor.’

“He probed into my vagina as he said, ‘Don’t be sorry for what is a natural bodily reaction. Especially as my body reacts the same way. Would you think I was out of line if I performed oral sex on you right now?’

“Before I could even say a word his face was in my crotch, and I was getting the best head I ever got in my life. I came three times before he stopped, and then he stood up and eased his huge erection into my pussy. He was the first man other than Ken ever to enter me.

“Well, by the time I left his office he had injected four doses of semen into my vagina. And since then I’ve met him at a motel every day, rejoicing in every drop of come he could produce for me.

“But you know, it didn’t dawn on me until just before I called you that I’ve been receiving large doses of live sperm for eleven days in a row, and poor Ken had a vasectomy twenty years ago. My God, what if I’ve gotten myself knocked up?”

I consoled her as best I could until she stopped sobbing. I then told her she should wait and see if she missed her next period. If so, she should talk to her lover and take any action necessary to save her marriage. I also told her that a woman taking a lover after being married over 20 years happened more often than she thought. I, for one, had cheated early in my marriage, and had done so throughout the years without shame or guilt.

Rachel calmed down a little then, and the two of us proceeded to guzzle margaritas until she was about to pass out. I helped her get undressed and into bed, and she conked out instantly. I went downstairs and was about to let myself out when Robby, Rachel’s 23-year-old son, came through the door, along with his friend Mitch. I quickly explained that I had just put his mother to bed and was heading home. Robby asked me to stay and have a drink with them, producing a bottle of bourbon they had just picked up. I knew I probably shouldn’t indulge after the margaritas I had drunk, but I agreed to stay for one drink.

That drink turned into two, and then three, as Robby kept refilling my glass. It seemed to go down easy, but after a while I suddenly felt like I’d been hit by a train.

I told them I had to go home, but when I tried to stand up I had a bit of trouble. Robby then offered to call my husband to come and take me home, and when I told him that he was away, he said he and Mitch would help me. Although I only lived next door, I knew I couldn’t make it without help, so I accepted.

I had just gotten home from the office when Rachel had called, so I was still wearing a dress, with stockings and heels, which wouldn’t make it any easier to walk. So I kicked off my shoes and asked the guys to turn their heads while I removed my stockings, not wanting to ruin them by walking shoeless. But I was so fucked up that I couldn’t even unsnap my garters, and I just started laughing because of my inability to function.
“Well, the hell with it,” I said. “I can’t even get my stockings off.”

With that Mitch turned around and dropped to his knees, saying, “I’ll help you, Gladys.” He then slipped his hands up under my skirt, pushing it high up over my thighs and exposing my black lace panties. He unsnapped the garter in front, then moved his hand around to the back one, his fingers grazing the crotch of my panties as he did so.

I giggled and pointed a wobbly finger at him, saying, “Don’t be naughty, now.” But he managed to cop a second feel while unsnapping the rear garter, and a couple more when he moved to the other leg. And his hands slid clingingly along my legs as he rolled my stockings down and pulled them off.

It took both of the guys to keep me upright as they guided me across the cool grass to my house, and the next think I knew I was being eased down on my bed and Mitch was drying my feet. I was aware that Robby was unzipping my dress, and it soon disappeared. I knew I should protest when I felt one of them unhook my bra, but I couldn’t find the words even if I’d wanted to. And then it was like there were a dozen hands on me, caressing my breasts and torso.

I just lay back on the bed and relished the feelings of arousal that those hands were producing in me. Together they moved me to the center of the bed, where Mitch planted a passionate kiss on my lips, while Robby slowly slipped my panties off. I knew it was wrong, but I also knew I was powerless to stop these two strapping young men from fucking me. The real truth was that I was hotter than I’d been in a long time, and was more than ready to be fucked all night long.

As Mitch continued to kiss me, I felt Robby’s hot mouth cover my slick cunt as he began tongue-fucking me and licking my clit. I soon felt a lovely orgasm building in my loins, but my anxious young pussy eater was only priming me for the fucking I was about to get. I tried to hold his head between my legs, but I didn’t have the strength, and he moved quickly up to mount me.

He probed briefly, searching for my entrance, before slipping six inches of extremely hard cock into my pussy. I have always loved how hard young men’s cocks can get—as hard as any dildo I’ve ever known. But the down side of younger men is that they tend to be quick on the trigger, and Robby was no exception, shooting wad after wad of hot come inside me less than a minute after entering my dripping vagina.

I was frustrated when he rolled off me, but a moment later Mitch settled into the cradle of my thighs, slipping a noticeably larger cock up my cream-filled cunt. He seemed to be somewhat more experienced than Robby, or perhaps he was just a natural at pleasing a woman, but he positioned himself so that his thick shaft rubbed my clit as he stroked in and out at a much slower pace than Robby had. I wasn’t able to get into much of a rhythm with him, but we managed to reach a simultaneous orgasm after several minutes of sensuous fucking.

I remember them each screwing me at least two more times before I fell asleep. Several times during the night I had the sensation of being fucked again, though I wasn’t sure if it was a dream or reality.

The next time I woke up it was daylight. I was lying on my tummy, and even before I was fully awake I felt hands lightly rubbing my buttocks. I turned over then, but before I could say anything Robby leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, giving me a very tender kiss that nearly took my breath away as he cupped and gently massaged my right breast. A moment later Mitch was kissing me and fondling the other breast. Their hands were sliding up my thighs, and soon I felt numerous fingers toying with my now moist pussy lips. Well, it would be silly to say no to them now, wouldn’t it?

They were simply insatiable, and I couldn’t believe their stamina; as soon as one of them got off me, the other would take his place. We finally took time out to eat something around nine o’clock, and I called my office to tell them I wouldn’t be in. We spent the rest of the day fucking and sucking, and then resting until we were ready to do it again.

Robby, Mitch and I somehow never got together as a threesome again after that day, but both of them came back individually to pleasure me from time to time. I think both of them thought that they were the only ones I had ever strayed with, and I never disabused them, even though I had been intimate with both their fathers in the past.

As for Rachel, she found out that she was not pregnant, and she was so relieved that she immediately went on birth control and continued to fuck her doctor as often as she could. I encouraged her in this course, and I never bothered to tell her that I had fucked him too.

—G.R., Seattle, Washington

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