HER HUSBAND’S GIFT TO HER: A TRYST WITH A SEXY YOUNG STUD

In last September’s issue you printed my letter about a white water rafting trip my husband Ned and I had taken in Montana, during which I had a sexy fling with one of our two guides—with the full approval of my loving husband. At the time I had also been attracted to the other guide, a younger man named Kyle, especially after catching a glimpse of his quite sizeable cock as he was skinny dipping one morning; but nothing came of it then. But my husband understood about that too, and on the following Christmas he gave me a special gift: a round-trip airline ticket to Montana, along with a note saying that he had made reservations for me at the lodge we had stayed at, and had arranged for Kyle to meet my plane.

I was excited but apprehensive at first, because it seemed as though my husband was paying this young man to be with me. But Ned assured me he had only contacted Kyle and told him he thought I would like to get better acquainted with him, and asked if he felt the same way. Ned had explained that we had an open marriage of sorts, and that he approved of my having lovers. Kyle had replied that if Ned was serious, he would more than happy to spend a week of his vacation time with me. Thus reassured, I thanked my husband profusely, and a couple of weeks later I was in the air, on my way to Montana.

At the airport Kyle greeted me warmly, though a bit awkwardly. We put my baggage in the back of his truck, and he had to help me up into the cab, as it was so high off the ground. I’m a rather petite woman, standing five foot two inches tall and weighing 106 pounds, with a 34C-22-32 figure. I have bright red hair and blue eyes, and never have much trouble when I want to catch a man’s eye.

Kyle stopped for fuel after leaving the airport, and told me I might want to use the ladies’ room, as we had a three-hour drive ahead of us. We pretty much made small talk for the first hour or so, getting more comfortable with one another. Then, after a pause in the conversation, Kyle said, “Look, I’d like to make one thing clear before we go any further. You are not obligated to do anything while you’re with me. I was astounded when your husband called me, and I admit I’ve had some pretty naughty thoughts about you, but this is the most unbelievable thing I’ve ever done.”

I replied that I understood the situation was a little awkward, and suggested that we forget this meeting was arranged, and just relax and enjoy each other as friends, letting whatever was to happen follow naturally. Kyle said he thought that was a great idea.

It began snowing heavily as we got higher in the mountains, and we would have had to pull off and chain up if Kyle’s truck hadn’t had good snow tires and four-wheel drive. The traffic was moving slowly but steadily, and by the time we reached the lodge Kyle and I were chatting like any other couple setting out on a new adventure.

After checking in and getting settled, Kyle and I went down to the lounge to have a few drinks and eat dinner. I was a little self-conscious about the looks we got from other people, as I was 31, while Kyle was a decade younger. He drank beer, but I needed something a little stronger, like martinis. I certainly wasn’t feeling any pain when we returned to our room just before midnight.

I remember going to the bathroom, but I recall nothing after that until I woke up with the sun shining on my face. I was in bed alone, still clad in my bra and panties. Looking around, I saw Kyle sleeping on the sofa, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I thought I must have made quite an impression on him.

I found my robe and went to take a shower, and when I stepped out of the shower stall I found a tall glass of cold orange juice sitting on the counter by the sink. I dried my hair and brushed my teeth, then slipped on my robe and left the bathroom. Kyle was at a small table reading a paper. He smiled at me, said good morning and poured me a steaming hot cup of coffee.

I began to apologize for the night before, but he held up his hand to stop me, saying, “Listen, you were a very tired lady who needed her rest. I hope you’re feeling better now. I’m going to shower while you dress, then we can go have breakfast.”

When he was gone I finished my coffee, then dropped my robe beside the bed and slipped under the covers nude to wait for him.

He came out wearing only his boxers, and froze in his tracks when he spotted me in bed. I smiled at him. “I’d like to show you my gratitude for being a true gentleman last night,” I said, and I drew the covers back, inviting him to join me. He started to get in, still wearing his boxers, but I shook my head, saying, “No fair, buddy, I’m naked, so you have to be too.” He skinned out of his shorts and hurriedly got into bed, but not before I caught a quick flash of the cock I’d been fantasizing about for six months.

I moved into his arms and our lips met briefly for the first time, then met again in a long, lingering kiss that immediately changed our relationship from friends to lovers. His hands caressed my back, as mine did his, but then one of them moved around to find the large soft globe of my right breast. I wanted to reach down and fondle the cock I’d longed for, but I didn’t want to get him over-excited, so I didn’t protest when he pushed me onto my back and began kissing my breasts and swollen nipples, which he nipped at lightly with his teeth. He was so sweet, taking the time to arouse me slowly, unlike so many men his age, who just wanted to grab your crotch and stick it in.

I felt my pussy gush as he slowly kissed his way down my tummy to my lush growth of pubic hair, nuzzling his nose in my bush as he spread my knees with his hands. Kneeling between my legs, he gazed admiringly at my exposed pink pussy for a few moments before slowly lowering his face between my thighs while pushing my knees up near my shoulders. I felt his hot breath on my wet opening before his tongue made contact.

He slowly licked the length of my pussy, parting my fleshy labia with his long hot tongue. He stopped short of tonguing my throbbing clit, however, retracing his trail and going on to spend a full minute teasing the sensitive area around my anus.

I felt an orgasm beginning to build inside me, and I was breathing much harder as he once again moved to my cunt. He licked the full length of it a number of times before suddenly driving about three inches of stiff tongue up my pussy, causing me to gush in his face as I came, my entire body convulsing with shock waves of exquisite pleasure.

He moved up beside me then, allowing me time to enjoy that lovely release before saying, “I have wanted to do that since the first moment I saw you. Thank you.” And he kissed me tenderly.

“Oh no, my friend, thank you,” I said. “That was just delightful.”

I reached for his cock then, but he caught my hand. “Be careful,” he said. “That thing hasn’t seen any action since October, and it’s ready to go off like a land mine. And I’ve got to warn you, it’s a big one. Not too many women are willing to try it once they see its size.”

I reminded him that I had already seen him naked that summer, and had figured he was about 11 inches long. He laughed, saying, “No, not that big. It’s not quite 10 inches, but it’s very thick too, and the head sometimes gets bigger than the shaft, like now.” With that he turned back the covers, revealing absolutely the biggest dick I had ever seen—and I’ve seen way more than I should have.

It was a beautiful sight, and the head was so swollen that I could see it pulse with every beat of his heart. I couldn’t wait to relieve its agony by draining a load of semen out of his bloated testicles. I spread my legs and pulled my knees up, saying, “Why don’t we see if this little wildcat can handle that big bad boy, lover.”

He moved between my legs then, positioning his cockhead at my entrance and spreading my labia with its girth. He gazed into my eyes. “If this works it probably won’t last very long,” he said, a little breathlessly. “Because I’m pretty backed up.”

I raised my head to kiss his lips. “It will work, all right,” I told him. “I may be small, but I have a large vagina and I love to fuck. And don’t worry about making it last, sweetheart; we have all week to do it again and again.”

He was as patient about entering me as he had been with foreplay, pushing gently until my opening had stretched enough to allow the flared head of his pole to breach it. He then slowly fed about five or six inches of stiff flesh into my expanding vagina and, held it there for half a minute, until I asked for more. I’d had cocks as long as Kyle’s, but never one as thick. Usually I feel that girth is more important than length, but this man had both, and was giving me sensations I had never felt before.

He would take several short strokes, pushing himself deeper with each thrust, then freeze. I knew he was fighting to restrain his impending orgasm. I began squeezing him with my cunt muscles each time he stopped, and working together, we soon had his entire cock sheathed in my vagina, with his testicles resting against my ass.

He remained dead still that way for a good two minutes, after which he began planting numerous kisses on my neck and ears. He raised his head from my neck to look into my eyes as he began thrusting slowly in and out, stimulating nerves in my pussy that I never knew I had. He gradually increased the speed of his thrusts as his excitement grew, but refrained from ramming into me. I felt a culmination building up in my loins that promised to be as intense as anything I had ever felt before; but at that point Kyle let out a roar like an animal and exploded strongly, filling my pussy with spurt after spurt of his molten come.

His entire body collapsed on mine as he struggled to catch his breath. I held him tightly, relishing the sensation of having this lovely young man so close and still inside me, even though he’d lost his erection almost instantly after he came.

Finally he raised his body from me, slowly withdrawing his spent cock. It was like having an eel extracted from my womb. Once the head popped out, a river of come began running down the crack of my ass, to blend with the wet spot already beneath me.

But Kyle, thank God, was young, and in 15 minutes he was eager for seconds. This time he just eased his entire unit into me with one steady stroke, quickly reawakening those sensitive nerves, and I let out a deep sigh and urged him to fuck me. Talk about sloppy seconds—it sounded as if someone was slurping on a straw as he plunged in and out. Had I been more modest I would have been embarrassed, but I was receiving far too much pleasure to feel any shame.

He  pumped that beauty steadily into the deepest regions of my womanhood for close to five minutes, as the incredible sensations I had felt before built up again, and then suddenly they burst, releasing another flood of juice. Every muscle in my body was spasming, and my toes curled into the mattress so hard I later discovered I’d broken a toenail. I may even have passed out for just a moment, regaining my senses to find Kyle still on and inside me, and still fully erect. He pumped my pussy harder and faster until he too exploded, and I came again as I felt his come fill my pussy.

I had just enjoyed an amazing session of sex with a young man who was obviously horny as hell, and I still had six nights to help him remedy that problem. I wondered how I was ever going to thank my husband for giving me this golden opportunity.

—R.G., Indianapolis, Indiana