My husband and I are huge fans of your magazine. It is our “go to” resource for spicing up our sex life. My husband particularly enjoys the “Wife Watching” issue, and loves to fantasize about watching me being fucked by a big-dicked stranger. So he was very surprised when, during a recent game of “Truth or Dare,” I told him that I wanted to reverse the roles for a change, and dared him to let me watch him with another woman.
Yes—instead of it being him watching me getting plowed by a huge cock, I told him I wanted to be the voyeur, and to watch his not inconsiderable dick plowing into a strange pussy.
I don’t find this kind of situation treated very much in your magazine, probably because your fan base is mostly men. My husband loves the stories about guys watching their wives getting fucked by a stranger, a coworker, some guys she picks up or whatever. We’ve never actually done that, as I am not ready for that kind of action . . . yet. But I wanted to try something different, and I figured what could be more different than giving him the green light to fuck another woman?
Once George, my husband, got over his first surprise, he laughed his ass off. “Good one!” he chortled. “For a second I thought you were serious.” When I just stood there staring at him unsmilingly, he stopped laughing and asked me if I really was.
“As a heart attack,” I replied. I then explained that although I wasn’t ready to let him watch me with a strange man, I thought I could readily handle doing it the other way around. As I proceeded to tell him my thoughts, I found myself becoming more and more aroused. I even went so far as to say that perhaps, depending on the woman, I might even join in the game.
Once George was convinced that he wasn’t being set up, or being put to some kind of test, we worked out the details of just how we were going to make this fantasy a reality. We didn’t want the woman to be anyone we knew, for obvious reasons. But seeking out a stranger came with its drawbacks as well. We thought about an escort service, but the idea of paying for it did not appeal to either of us. Finally we decided to put things on the back burner for a bit while we thought about how to proceed.
Then one day, while I was working out at the gym, I became aware of this really hot-looking redhead who was causing a commotion at the front desk. (It’s funny, but since starting this discussion with my husband I found myself checking out women everywhere I went.) This feisty little minx was obviously pissed about something; she was shaking her head and wagging her finger in the face of the receptionist. Suddenly, she slammed her fist on the desk, gave the receptionist the middle finger and stormed out.
I had to laugh. The look on the receptionist’s face was priceless. She didn’t seem to know what had hit her. I can’t explain it, but for some reason I was struck by the conviction that that hot little redhead was just the girl we were looking for. I slid off my exercise bike, and without even bothering to change I charged out of the gym to see if I could catch up with her.
I found her in the gym’s parking lot, screaming obscenities into her cell phone. I hesitated for just a second; she was so fierce I had a vision of her ripping my husband’s dick off in a moment of anger. But I still had a feeling in my gut that this woman was going to be the perfect addition to our bedroom play.
She turned her back to me as I approached, still shouting into her cell phone. I decided to wait it out and let her get her anger out of her system.
After a minute she snapped the phone shut and turned my way again. “What the hell do you want?” she snapped at me.
I told myself I wasn’t going to be intimidated by this woman. Looking her straight in the eye, I replied: “You.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” she snarled. “I’m a little busy, in case you haven’t noticed.”
Now normally I would look upon a person acting this way as a total bitch, and proceed to give her a dose of her own vitriolic medicine. But this woman was different. For some reason, the fire in her eyes was a total turn-on. I was on a mission here, and her smart-ass mouth and attitude only seemed to confirm what I’d felt the second I saw her: she was going to fuck my husband!
“Look,” I said. “I have something to ask you. You think we could get a cup of coffee or something, and have a civil conversation?”
The girl looked at me suspiciously and lit up a cigarette. “What’s this all about?” she demanded.
I told her my name and said I had a kind of proposition for her. That seemed to interest her somewhat, though she still looked suspicious.
Finally she agreed to accompany me to the coffee shop next to the gym.
As we sat over our coffee she told me her name was Loretta, and again demanded to know what I wanted. So I gave it to her straight, feeling that the faster I got it out the easier it would be—kind of like ripping off a Band-Aid. But the utter silence that followed my explanation, not to mention the look of stunned surprise—almost shock—on Loretta’s face, suddenly had me questioning my own mental stability. What the hell was I thinking, I wondered, asking this complete and quite possibly insane stranger to fuck my husband? I felt like getting up and running out of there before she started screaming at me again.
But just when I thought I was about to get slapped across the face, or worse, Loretta narrowed her eyes, licked her lips and asked to see a picture of my husband. Feeling as though I’d dodged a bullet, I fetched a photo of George from my purse and showed it to her.
It seemed that instead of being offended, Loretta was actually rather intrigued by my proposition, and once she saw George’s picture she was evidently hooked. Understandably, however, she was still concerned that she was being set up. I assured her over and over that George and I were completely legitimate, and that we were just looking to fulfill a fantasy and embellish our sex life. I explained how we had agreed that we didn’t want the woman to be someone we knew, but that we’d had qualms about bringing in a stranger; but something about her had made me think she was the only one for this venture. In the end I convinced her, and we settled on that Friday night as the time when we would go through with the plan.
Loretta had one other reservation: she made it quite clear that she was strictly heterosexual, and asked me if that would be a problem. I told her no, it wouldn’t; but what I didn’t tell her was that I actually got a little turned on imagining me and her making out after she and my husband had fucked like animals. But the fact was that I wasn’t even sure I could go through with having sexual relations with another female.
As soon as I got home I told my husband all about Loretta. Well, not exactly all; he probably would have run for the hills if I had told him what she was like. Hot sex or not, George isn’t into crazy chicks. Even as it was, he took some convincing at first. I mean, it’s not every day your wife comes home and tells you she’s found the perfect woman for you to fuck.
But I brought him around in the end, and I found myself strongly turned on again. I started to undress him as I went on telling him how attractive Loretta was, and when he was naked I began sucking on his cock. In between slurps I’d add another sexy tidbit about Loretta, and I could feel his boner get bigger in my salivating mouth. Finally I got up, bent over the couch and told him to fuck my dripping pussy—hard!
He was on me in a flash. My pussy was so wet I could feel my nectar rolling down my thighs as George shoved his dick in and out of my slippery snatch. After about a minute of non-stop thrusting he let out a howl and I, a scream as we erupted in a fantastic mutual orgasm. I was literally shaking with little shocks of erotic bliss. We were more than ready for Loretta.
After that I decided it would be a good idea to hold off on any further sexual activity with each other, so that we would be even more prepared for the big day, which couldn’t come soon enough, as far as I was concerned. By Friday afternoon I was almost crawling out of my skin, and Loretta wasn’t due until six o’clock. At one point, as I was making up the bed, I couldn’t help visualizing George and Loretta writhing on it, their sweaty bodies thrusting and heaving. Finally I lay down on the bed, opened my legs good and wide, sucked on three of my fingers and proceeded to strum myself to a stomach-clenching climax. I couldn’t even imagine how many times I would bring myself off, or how intense my orgasms would be, when I was actually watching them fucking, sucking, licking, kissing . . .
Anyway, the time came at last, and when the bell rang I went to the door to greet Loretta. She looked stunning. She was wearing a beautiful red dress that accented her luscious figure. Her hair was down, her green eyes were perfectly made up, and she smelled scrumptiously like watermelon, all ready to be devoured. I told her she looked fabulous, and led her into the living room to meet George.
As soon as she walked into the room I could tell that George was impressed. His eyes all but ate her up. He stood up, and she walked up to him and gently kissed his cheek. The boner in his pants was obvious, and he started to apologize, but Loretta silenced him with another kiss. This time it was a full mouth-on-mouth lip lock that had my clit pulsing. When she broke the kiss, Loretta said, “No need to apologize. I mean, that’s the whole point of this evening, isn’t it?” We all chuckled and had a drink.
As one drink became three, Loretta and my husband seemed to really be hitting it off. Just as I was going to suggest we take the party into the bedroom, Loretta took matters into her own hands. Without preamble she stood up, peeled off her dress and straddled my husband’s lap.
Her body was incredible, her skin flawless. The white bra-and-panty set she had on really accentuated her curves. The skimpy panties barely covered her ass, and I was mesmerized by those two round, biteable globes of gorgeous flesh. But my attention was brought back by the sounds of heavy breathing and wet, sloppy kissing. My husband’s hands were all over Loretta’s body. It was as if he didn’t know where to start, as there was so much to explore.
I sat with my eyes glued to the scene before me, absolutely blown away by how beautiful and hot they looked. The way Loretta’s hips were writhing as she squirmed over my husband’s crotch made her panties wedge even deeper into the crevice between her ass cheeks. George was bucking up to meet her thrusts, both of them panting like dogs in heat. I was so turned on! I sat back in my chair and thrust my hand into my pants, working my fingers into my sloppy cunt, while letting the elastic of my panties stimulate my clit. I came in an instant, letting out a scream, but it was as if Loretta and George didn’t even know I was there. They just kept on feeling each other up and pulling at each other’s clothing.
Finally George ripped himself away from her, standing up to take off what was left of his clothes, while Loretta lay on her back on the sofa, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing. He looked over at me and winked, but I was too lost in lust to respond, my hand busy again with my dripping pussy.
Loretta spread her long, gorgeous legs as George knelt down, pulled the thin crotch of her panties to one side and buried his head in her snatch. I watched in fascination as my husband made a meal out of this woman. Her head was rolling back and forth, her cries were loud and sexy. At one point she looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Oh fuck, my pussy is so fucking hot! He’s gonna make me come! Oh my God he’s so fucking good! Your husband is gonna make me come!” And with that she spiraled completely out of control, pulling George by the hair, screaming for him to suck her clit as she rode his face until her orgasm finally subsided. It was the hottest thing I had ever witnessed.
A minute later George pulled his head from between Loretta’s legs, his face soaked with her juices. He then crawled over to me, ripped my panties off, and held me by my wrists as he ate my pussy to an earth-shattering orgasm, such as I had seldom experienced before. My heart felt as though it would pop out of my chest as I felt the waves of pleasure wash over my body as they worked their way down to my cunt. I finally exploded into my husband’s mouth, my spasms continuing for what seemed like minutes.
“Now, that was hot!” I heard Loretta say as my mind started to clear. “C’mon, guys, let’s go fuck! If his tongue can make my body do that, I can’t wait to see what he does with his cock!”
I told them to go on ahead while I got my mind and body to function more or less normally again. Once up on my shaky legs I made my way back to the bedroom, where I was immediately aroused again by the sight of Loretta, on all fours, grabbing at the sheets as George slammed his rock-hard dick in and out of her eager cunt. I didn’t think I had the strength to masturbate anymore, but I couldn’t help myself. My pussy was on overdrive, and no matter what was done to it, it seemed to crave more.
And that’s how the night went. My husband and Loretta fucked like newlyweds, while I sat in the chair masturbating continuously. I believe I actually passed out at one point, from a combination of utter bliss and constant orgasms.
As she prepared to leave the next morning, Loretta kissed George and thanked him for an amazing evening, then sank to her knees and gave him a loving blowjob. Rising, she then turned to me and shared his juice with me as she kissed me good-bye, saying that we should do this again, soon.
As the door closed behind her, my husband grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder, raced to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. In a minute he was inside me, grunting and thrusting as if he was starved for sex. And, just as surprisingly, my body responded as if it hadn’t been touched in weeks. As we looked into each other’s eyes, my husband gave one last thrust, and that was all it took. We both exploded, and I heard him say he loved me as I felt his jism spurting into my pussy, filling me up and running down the crack of my ass.
That was not the last time we saw Loretta. She is now a regular visitor to our bedroom, and we have even started to discuss the possibility of she and I fucking around. I’m still not 100 percent sure I want that, and neither is she, though she said she’s leaning toward it. But for now we’re content with the way things are, and George feels like the luckiest guy in the world!
—R.G., Denver, Colorado