Last week my husband had to work late every night on a special project. By Friday I was so horny, I called Victor at work and asked if he’d like to go out later. He said he was just finishing his project and could meet me around seven. I suggested a posh downtown singles bar I’d heard about from my single girlfriends. He said he would see me at seven.
I dressed to thrill (I hoped!) and figured I’d head downtown early and have a drink or two before Victor arrived. I took a seat at the end of the bar and ordered a drink. I looked around. There weren’t many customers as yet, but I did notice a well-dressed young stockbroker type at the other end of the bar—mid-20s, I’d say, very handsome and very well-built. When the bartender brought me a refill, he said it was “compliments of the gentleman,” pointing at the looker at the end of the bar. So I looked his way, smiled and mouthed thank you.
He came down to my end of the bar and asked in a deep, sexy voice if he could join me. “Sure,” I said. He introduced himself as Paul and said he was attending a conference and was leaving the following afternoon.
Paul was charming and made me laugh. After buying us refills, he asked if I’d like to shoot some pool. I agreed but warned that I’m not very good, and did he ever take advantage! While we played, he kept “helping” me with shots in ways that involved full-body contact a woman shouldn’t have with any man but her husband.
By the time I spotted my husband at the bar, I’d gotten pretty intimate with Paul’s hard-on rubbing up against me through his pants. It felt big—really big. By then he was draping his big, hard body freely all over me, and power-groping every inch of me. Most of the yuppies in the place were staring at us—including my husband! What surprised me was that he seemed to be grinning!
At that moment Paul was running his hand up my thigh, rubbing gently and slowly. As he moved his hand up the inside of the thigh, he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I probed his lips with my tongue. I spread my legs, and his fingers pushed my thong aside and he ran a finger down one side of my cunt lips, then began to finger-fuck me slowly.
“Let’s go to my room,” he whispered in my ear.
“Oh yes, I want you to fuck me,” I said. Then I remembered. “Fuck, wait a minute. I need to tell you something. I’m married. That’s my husband sitting at the other end of the bar.”
Paul looked Victor’s way, then said, “It’s okay. I bet he wants to watch you fuck me.” I looked over, and sure enough Victor, still smiling, was giving me a thumbs-up! I motioned for him to follow us to the elevator, where I introduced him to Paul. I gave Victor a sensual kiss, and as I sucked his hot tongue into my mouth, I felt his hard cock pressing up against me. When the elevator came, I made out with both guys until it opened at Paul’s floor. He led us to his room. Once we were inside, Victor unzipped my dress, and I let it fall to the floor.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Paul said when he saw my generous tits supported by the black shelf bra. While I undid his belt and zipper, Victor slipped up behind me and tugged my wet thong down and worked it over my boots. I knelt in front of Paul and worked his pants and underwear down.
When his cock came into view, looking to be almost eight inches, and freakishly thick like a soda can, I said, “Fuck, you’re huge!” I tried to wrap my hand around it, but it barely reached halfway around! I stroked it with one hand while with the other I cupped and squeezed his weighty balls. I took his big cockhead in my mouth and ran my teeth across the crown. He let out a deep groan. I couldn’t fit any more than the head in my mouth, but I went to work on that, sucking feverishly.
Victor told Paul to sit on the edge of the bed so he could fuck me from behind. Paul sat down and wrapped his hands around my head and tried to drive his cock in my throat, but I gagged and had to let the head slip out of my mouth. “No fucking way, baby,” I groaned, trying to catch my breath. “You’re too fucking big.”
I looked up into his eyes, then took that big cockhead back in my mouth, licking and sucking it. Victor had moved behind me and now sank his thick seven-inch cock in me. I groaned as he started to thrust in and out. Paul reached down and caressed my breasts. He pinched my hard nipples. Victor pulled his cock out of my throbbing pussy and repositioned the head at my little brown hole. I braced myself as he eased it in and then began to fuck my ass. I took Paul’s cock back in my mouth and clenched my vaginal muscles around my husband’s cock in my ass. He gave a loud cry as he flooded my rectum. Then he pulled his wilting cock out.
I pulled Paul’s cock out of my mouth, looked up in his eyes and said, “Fuck me! I want your big cock in me.” I climbed to the middle of the bed and got on my back with my knees up and my legs spread, begging for Paul’s cock. He moved between my thighs, gripped his cock and guided it to my juicy fuckhole. “Go slow,” I cried as he stretched me to the breaking point. I pulled his face down to me and drove my tongue in his mouth. He pushed his cock in deeper and deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “Give me every inch, baby.” As he started to move in and out of me, I cooed, “You like my tight cunt, baby?”
“Fuck, yes!” he cried. “I’m going to love stretching your hole!” And he started to pound into me. His cock was so thick that my clit was pulled down and rubbed against it, plus his big cockhead rubbed my G-spot, driving me wild. “Oh fuck, yes, give me every fucking inch of your big cock!” I cried while I ran my tongue in and around his ear. “Suck my tits, baby, but keep on fucking me!”
Paul gripped my ass and lifted me up, then began really pounding me. I cried out obscenities nonstop as I started to come, and once I started coming, I couldn’t stop. Finally Paul flooded me with a huge load. I held onto him, begging him to keep fucking. To keep him inside me I started bucking into him, but finally he was able to pull out of me.
I laid there on the bed, still throbbing and humping wildly, with my pussy pulsing and juice trickling out of me. I told Paul I wanted to ride him and told Victor I wanted him to fuck me in the ass. Paul’s cock wasn’t fully hard again yet when I mounted it, so it took only a moment for me to take it all the way in. As I leaned over him, my husband mounted me from behind, driving his cock all the way up my ass.
“Oh fuck, that feels fucking good,” I moaned as the two of them moved in and out of me, with Paul’s cock growing to full size inside me. As he started to pound me, I said, “Do you like my sloppy cunt, baby?”
“Fuck, yes!” he replied.
I rocked back and forth on that big cock, which was once again rubbing against my clit and G-spot. “Fuck my cunt!” I cried out to Paul, while to Victor I cried, “Drive your cock in my ass, baby!” I felt another orgasm building in me, and started to buck into the two cocks fucking me.
“You like fucking my tight cunt?” I moaned to Paul, and he groaned, “Oh fuck, yes! Oh shit, I’m going to drain my balls in your juicy cunt, baby! Do you want me to empty my balls in you?”
“Fuck yes,” I moaned in reply. “Your cock feels fantastic!” And to my husband I shouted, “Oh, pound that cock up my ass, Victor! It feels so fucking good!”
“You like being double-fucked, baby?” my husband groaned. “Oh, fuck yes,” I shouted. “I love it!”
I started coming, bucking back and forth, taking in every inch of cock I could, shouting wildly as both men drained their balls in my holes, driving me over the edge. I pulled myself out from in between them and rolled out on the bed, my body convulsing wildly. I continued to hump wildly in the air for a good 20 seconds more. “Oh fuck, don’t touch me,” I cried. “I’m too fucking hot!”
When I finally started to regain control, I let my hand drift down to my throbbing cunt and ran a finger gently up and down my swollen lips. My husband leaned over me and gave me a sensual kiss. I smiled at him while continuing to stroke my pussy gently. “Did you like Paul?” he asked.
“Oh God, yes!” I cooed. “He’s fantastic!” Then I had to ask him, “Do you still love your horny wife?”
“More than ever,” he said. “Do you think you’d like to fuck Paul again?”
“Oh yes, baby,” I replied. “Anything you want. Whatever, whenever. Now why don’t you finger my hot pussy, baby?”
So Victor shoved three fingers in my fuckhole and began moving them in and out of me, then added a fourth finger. I moaned as he pushed his thumb in. Oh fuck, he had his whole hand in my cunt! “Oh fuck, keep doing that,” I cried as he opened and closed his hand inside me.
After a while I needed a cock inside me, and I shouted that out. Victor crawled up between my open thighs and drove his cock balls-deep in pussy. He moaned up a storm as he pumped into me, and the stream of filth I spewed startled even me as I did everything I could to encourage him. Finally he flooded my pussy, and then gave me a deep tongue kiss. I kept moaning, “I love you, I love you,” and soon I was coming again.
By the time I regained control of myself, Paul was hard again, and when Victor rolled off me, he climbed between my thighs and guided his cock in me. He pushed gently until it was all the way in, then gripped my ass and lifted it and started to drive into me. “Fuck yes! Oh fuck!” I cried. “Keep on fucking me!” He picked up his tempo and fucked me with long, deep strokes, until he let out a groan as he exploded in me.
I laid there gasping. When at last I regained some semblance of control, Victor said to me, “We should really get going, baby.” I nodded and began to gather my clothes, then put them on as best I could.
We both thanked Paul for a fantastic time, then gave him our phone number and said we would love to get together if he was ever in town again.
While we rode down in the elevator, I told Victor that I loved him and said, “So what do you think of your wife?” He said, “Baby, you are so fucking hot, I love you so much,” and gave me a kiss. I can’t wait for him to see this letter. I’m looking forward to one great fuck when he reads it out loud to me.—F.T., Denver, Colorado