She loved her hubby but she craved his friend’s endowment

I had never actually met Sal, my husband’s friend from childhood, but I had no problem with Ian inviting him to stay overnight with us when he called, saying he was coming to town. I had often talked to him on the phone, so we weren’t complete strangers. And I won’t say I wasn’t more than a little interested in meeting him after Ian told me that Sal’s cock was at least twice as big as his.

My husband has a damn nice cock, nearly seven inches long and very thick, and it has given me countless hours of pleasure throughout our 19-year marriage. However, I also happen to be a cock hound, and don’t always keep my panties on when a real stud comes along. Fortunately for both of us, Ian understands about my insatiable needs, and realizes that they are purely physical and no threat to our marriage. So he is never surprised to discover that my pussy has already been drenched when he takes off my panties.

Ian loves taking my panties off, and there have been very few nights that he hasn’t done so over the years, unless I was traveling on business. At those times it usually isn’t hard for me to find some eager and horny man to do the job for him.

I had an important meeting at work the day Sal arrived, and he and Ian were already having a beer out on the patio when I got home. Sal didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was checking me out when Ian introduced us, letting his eyes linger on the 34C breasts filling out my snugly fitting white blouse, which was open far enough to reveal my deep cleavage and a hint of my lacy bra.

I sat across from the men and felt two sets of eyes on my legs as I crossed them, causing my short tight skirt to ride up nearly to the dark bands of my hose. Judging from his body language, I could tell that Sal was quite confident, and probably used to having his way with the ladies. Even when he talked to Ian his eyes never left my body, except to make occasional contact with mine.

As soon as Ian went inside to refresh our drinks Sal said to me, “Ian certainly landed a beauty when he hooked you, didn’t he?” He then spread his legs and slid down a bit in his chair, displaying the prominent bulge in his trousers briefly before Ian returned.

When I said I was going to start making dinner, Sal stopped me, saying that the least he could do for us was to take us out to eat. Ian accepted, saying that I could use a break from the kitchen, so I said I would go change my clothes. Just then the phone rang, and Ian went in to answer it. As I got up I carelessly let my legs spread apart as far as my tight skirt would allow, knowingly giving Sal a nice view of my thighs and my white panties before I walked away.

In our bedroom I quickly changed to a comfortable low-cut blue sundress with a full skirt. As I finished changing Ian came into the bedroom. He kissed me and said, “Watch out, honey, I think Sal wants to get in your pants. He’s been practically fucking you with his eyes ever since you got here.”

I looked up at him then. “Would you mind if he did, honey?” I asked him. “He’ll only be here for tonight, and he is a good-looking guy, and it looks like he’s packing quite a cock.”

He grinned at me. “Well, you know I would never interfere in your affairs, baby,” he said. “Just be sure to tell me everything that happens.” I gave him a passionate kiss and assured him that I definitely would.

Since my car only has two seats, we took Ian’s truck, which gave me the opportunity to flash Sal getting in and out of it. After dinner we moved on to a bar for some drinks. Ian and Sal sat on either side of me at a small semi-circular table, which was located off in a dimly lit corner, fairly far from the other patrons. I was not the least surprised, a few minutes after we were seated, to feel Ian’s hand on my thigh, slowly working its way up toward my crotch.

When I also felt Sal’s hand begin the same journey up the other thigh I quickly reached to remove it, but too late to keep Ian from noticing. They both retracted their hands, but a few minutes later Sal made another move. This time I let him continue until his fingers were about an inch from the damp crotch of my panties. Then I stopped him again, although everything in me wanted him to continue.

When Sal excused himself to go to the men’s room, Ian told me he was going to make things easy for us. He would pretend to get really drunk, he said, so that Sal and I would have to take him home and put him to bed. Then the rest would be up to me.

When Sal got back Ian started pouring down the drinks, though unknown to Sal he was actually drinking iced tea. I noticed that Sal only sipped his drinks while watching Ian really put them away. When Ian started slurring his words I told him it was time to go before he embarrassed me. He made a damn good fake drunk, and it took some doing to get him out to the truck, where Sal put him in the camper in the back of the truck and made sure he was tucked in.

Sal helped me into the truck, making sure he got a good feel of my ass as he did so, and once we were under way he asked me to move closer to him so we could talk more easily. That was one of the worst lines I’d ever heard, but I moved over.

His hand soon found my thigh as he began telling me how he had often daydreamed about me after we talked on the phone, and how once he saw me he knew why. He was a little crude, but his words echoed my thoughts, and I made no move to stop his hand as it slid up to my wet crotch. He wasn’t in a big hurry to get under my panties, but took time to gently caress my silk-covered cunt lips and rub the soft area around my aching clit lightly and teasingly. He was really getting me hot, but I decided to play the innocent wife as long as possible, in spite of the little show I’d given him before. So I kept my hands to myself until we finally arrived back at our house.

The minute he shut off the motor he pulled me into a tight embrace, kissing me with the kind of passion that could start a fire in a puddle of water—a fire that was now burning in the growing puddle in my panties. I forced myself to break the kiss, saying, “Good God, Sal, what in the hell are we doing? I’m your buddy’s wife, and I was crazy to let things get as far as this. I’m going in and go to bed, and Ian can sleep it off right where he is until he wakes up.” With that I quickly scooted over and jumped out of the truck, hurrying to the front door and fumbling for my keys.

Sal was there by the time I got the door open, and he pushed me inside and pressed me against the wall. His lips met mine and his tongue invaded my mouth, and in a moment he had pulled up my dress and his hand was sliding down the front of my tiny silk panties. His fingers combed briefly through my thick pubic hair before snaking their way between my legs. He moaned into my mouth as he discovered just how creamy and slippery my pussy was.

I couldn’t even think about resisting him now, even if I had wanted to. He continued kissing me as he walked me backwards until we reached the sofa, where he eased me down on my back. Seconds later my panties were dangling off one ankle as he hurriedly shoved his pants down and mounted me. Hooking his arms around my legs, he pushed them up until my knees nearly touched my breasts to gain full access to my dripping cunt.

From what Ian had told me I was mentally prepared to receive at least a foot of cock, and it felt as though I was going to get it when I felt the huge apple-sized head of his dick at the entrance to my vagina. He panted something about how good my pussy felt as he slowly fed his erection into it. Actually Ian had been exaggerating; he was only a little longer than my husband, but he was certainly thick. The thing filled my entire crotch, stretching my cunt lips so wide it felt as if I had a wine bottle up my pussy. I quickly acclimated to the intrusion, however, and met him thrust for thrust as he began to pump his powerful prick in and out, fucking me quite beautifully.

Like most first couplings, ours didn’t last very long before Sal exploded, sending volleys of hot come surging into the depths of my quivering cunt. His member faded quickly, slipping out of my pussy to dangle between the cheeks of my ass, releasing a river of our combined juices that ran down the crack of my ass before I could reach for a tissue to avoid staining my new sofa.

Once he had recovered his breath, Sal got off me and knelt beside my body to check out my tits for the first time, which he did by pulling them out of my bra and over the low neckline of my dress. I let him lick and suckle on my nipples for a few minutes before telling him that we would be a lot more comfortable in the guest room. He helped me up then, saying, “I thought you said we shouldn’t be doing this.” I replied that we were already guilty as hell, so we might as well make the most of it while we had the chance.

Once in the bedroom we stripped naked, and I saw his flaccid penis slowly become erect again before my eyes as he looked at my nude body.

We met in the middle of the bed and were soon joined at the crotch again, fucking like animals in heat. He had more control this time, screwing the daylights out of me and giving me a nice satisfying orgasm before shooting into me a second time.

As I lay there with the come of a man whom I’d only met that evening dripping from my ravaged pussy, I suddenly felt the most intense desire to be with my husband, and I knew I had to have him. I picked up my clothes, telling Sal that it had been nice, but that it had just been a one-time thing. Then, still naked, I ran upstairs to the bed I shared with Ian.

Ian had sneaked back in and gone upstairs while Sal and I were in the guest room. In a minute we were naked together in our bed, where I hugged and kissed him, telling him that I had never wanted and needed him as I did right then.

Ian sensed my emotional needs and made beautiful love to me, taking time to kiss me from head to toe, while softly caressing each of my most sensitive places. He didn’t say a word about Sal, or the fact that my vagina was awash with his semen. When he moved down on me until his face was brushing my come-smeared bush, I thought he would avoid the creamy folds between my legs, but he surprised me.

Ian had gone down on me countless times after the two of us made love. But although he’d always eagerly taken his turn with me, getting sloppy seconds when I returned home after screwing some guy, he had never given me head until after I’d douched away all traces of the other man’s semen. But this time was different.

I came the moment I felt my husband’s hot tongue touch my flared lips and lick its way lightly up to my love button. The convulsions in my loins undoubtedly caused my vagina to expel globs of Sal’s ejaculate right into his face and mouth, but he continued to munch on my cookie until I came one more time. He waited until I calmed down, just holding me in his arms, then moved over me, carefully penetrating my more than ready pussy.

His cock didn’t fill me as completely as Sal’s had, but with my husband it was pure love that inspired the sexual connection between our bodies, and I’d never felt closer to him than at that moment. He kissed my lips tenderly and gently held onto my breasts as he thrust steadily in and out of my love chamber. I returned the pleasure by meeting his thrusts and squeezing my pelvic muscles rhythmically to clutch his loving cock. We blended our bodies for a good seven or eight minutes before I felt him stiffen as he released a warm deluge of his semen to add to what remained of Sal’s.

By the time we drifted contentedly to sleep there had been no mention of Sal, which was highly unusual, as Ian always wanted to know everything I’d done with my lovers. When I awoke the next morning and went down to make coffee I found a note saying good-bye and thank you from Sal, who had left sometime in the night.

Strangely enough, we never talked about Sal after that, nor did I ever see him again. For a while there I thought I might even be faithful to Ian, since I loved him and cherished our marriage so much. But that only lasted a few weeks, until I met this young mechanic who—But I’ll save that for another letter.

—N.C., Little Rock, Arkansas