It had been a normally uneventful week, and I was looking forward to the same kind of weekend when I arrived home late Friday afternoon to find Ivy, my beautiful wife of 10 years, in an unusually troubled state of mind. She seemed preoccupied and jumpy, and appeared to be doing her best to avoid me.
Knowing Ivy as I did, I knew she would tell me what was on her mind sooner or later, so I refrained from questioning her. We got through supper and a mostly silent evening of TV viewing until around 11, when I announced that I was going to bed. Ivy said she would join me shortly.
About half an hour later she came into the bedroom, and seemed a bit disappointed to find me still awake. I could sense the anxiety in her as she turned her back to me and started to undress.
When she was down to her underwear, she went and seated herself in front of her dressing table mirror. She hesitated a moment before slowly removing her bra. She sat there staring at herself in the mirror for the longest time. I sat up in bed as she stood and turned to face me, her high, firm tits pointing right at me. Ivy is 30 years old and looks 20, and her tits are fabulous.
She looked at me almost defiantly for a moment, and then blurted out, “Well?”
I was confused. “Well what?” I inquired.
As if in frustration she stepped closer to me and, shifting her body a bit, asked, “Can’t you see that?”
Then, as I looked more closely at her tits in the dim room, I saw what she was talking about. There on the inside of her left breast, about an inch or so away from the nipple, was a lovely yellow and blue butterfly tattoo.
“Oh Ivy, it’s beautiful!” I said, climbing out of bed to move to her. “I love it!” I told her as I reached out to run my fingers over it. “Whatever made you think of that?”
She then told me that she and Sarah, a younger and somewhat radical friend of hers, had stopped at a tattoo parlor while out shopping to inspect some designs. Between Sarah and the tattoo artist, she said, they had somehow convinced her to get it. She then lowered her head and said, almost under her breath, “But that’s not what I’m concerned about.”
I sat her on the bed next to me and calmly asked her what was wrong. She began crying softly as she told me the rest of the story. She related how the tattoo artist had her remove her blouse and bra, saying that he had to inspect the canvas before beginning his work, then touching her breasts all over. Then, while he worked on her, he continued to touch her nipples, saying he needed to keep them standing tall in order to keep his canvas taut, and occasionally cradling her tits with his hands. “You’re the only man who has ever touched them that way,” she went on, and then, in a lower tone, she added, “And I was—I was actually beginning to enjoy it.”
Hearing that brought on all kinds of thoughts, and with a jumble of emotions in my mind I had to ask her if she’d had sex with him. “No!” she said indignantly. And then: “But I—I was so . . . so aroused that I . . . I think I might have if he had pressed it. Oh God, I hope you’re not mad!” she concluded, almost sobbing.
I was sporting a raging hard-on as I took hold of her hands and told her sincerely, “Ivy, I have no control over what you do in life. The only thing I would ask is that you tell me about it afterwards.” By now my stiff cock was throbbing as I kissed her and laid her out on the bed. We fucked like wild animals, and as we lay together afterwards, she asked, “You mean you wouldn’t be mad if I actually had let him do it to me?”
I rose up on my elbow and looked her right in the eyes, saying, “Like I told you earlier, baby, as long as you told me about it, I would be okay with it. I’d much rather hear about it from you than from someone else. And as a matter of fact, if we had sex afterwards like we just had, I might even encourage it!”
She hugged and kissed me then, and we cuddled until we fell asleep.
I didn’t think very much about that night until nearly two months later, when Ivy went with two of her girlfriends to Las Vegas for a three-day bowling event. At about one in the morning on their last night there, I was awakened from a sound sleep by the telephone. It was Ivy. After our initial greetings there was a long pause, until she whispered, “You promise you won’t be mad?”
It took me a minute to realize what she was talking about. Then I chuckled, “You naughty girl,” I said. “What are you up to?”
“I met a guy,” she announced. She took a breath, then said, “I’m going to have sex with him.”
My heart began to pound. “I won’t be mad,” I assured her. “I promise. You just have fun.”
“Okay,” she said. “Gotta go now. Love you!” And she hung up.
I didn’t sleep a wink for the rest of the night, my head filled with thoughts of what Ivy and her new friend were doing together. My hard-on was rigid the rest of the night too.
Sunday was a long day, as Ivy was not scheduled to arrive home until after seven. When she finally got there I kissed her hello and led her immediately to the bedroom. She was grinning from ear to ear as I sat her on the edge of the bed and told her to start at the beginning, and not to leave anything out.
“First of all, I have to say thank you from the bottom of my heart,” she told me. “I love you so much, and without your approval I would never have gone through with it.”
She then proceeded to tell me about the man she had met. His name was Val, he was 26, and had steely blue eyes and, best of all, a gloriously huge cock. “God, Ted, I can’t begin to describe how much I enjoyed being with him, feeling him inside me!” she said gleefully. I was hard already as she continued.
She had been lying around the hotel pool in her bikini when she spotted him coming her way. The first thing she noticed was his eyes, followed closely by the tremendous bulge in his swim trunks. She felt weak in the knees, and almost unable to move as he approached. He stopped right in front of her and said, “Nice tattoo!”
She looked down and saw that her bikini top was pulled aside a little, exposing part of her butterfly. He just smiled as she adjusted it. “Oh, don’t do that,” he told her. “I would definitely like to see the rest of it. Are you hiding any more?”
She didn’t know what made her say it, but she couldn’t stop herself. “That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she told him flirtatiously.
With that he invited her to come up to his room. Ivy told me she might have done so, but just then her girlfriends showed up, reminding her that they had to get ready for their last bowling match. She suddenly had second thoughts about what she was doing, so she just went off with them, leaving Val standing there.
But she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Late that night, after her friends had gone to bed, she felt restless and went down to the hotel lounge for a drink. She was standing at the bar when Val walked up behind her and said hello. She was startled, but she felt herself immediately getting wet.
“Have you made up your mind yet?” he asked her, staring into her eyes.
“About what?” she said.
Again she couldn’t stop herself. She grabbed his arm and pulled it to her chest, pressing her tits against it. “You really want to examine my tattoo?” she asked.
She took a breath. “Well, let’s go unveil it then,” she told him, and they started immediately for his room.
Ivy then told me she couldn’t believe what she said next. “What was it?” I asked excitedly.
“I told him I was glad to be going to his room, because he also had something I’d been wanting to check out.”
I couldn’t believe it either. This was a side of Ivy I had never so much as suspected.
Once in his room, Ivy excused herself to use the bathroom, and it was then that she called me. When she came out, Val immediately took her into his arms. As he kissed her she could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her. That was all it took. She quickly put her hands under his shirt and started pushing it up, and he grabbed it and pulled it the rest of the way off. She placed her hands flat against his broad chest, and staring him right in the eyes, lowered her hands to his belt. She never took her eyes off of his as she unbuckled it, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. She hooked her fingers under the elastic band of his shorts, and with one swift movement squatted in front of him as she pulled his shorts down.
Now aside from myself, my wife’s experience of naked men had been limited to pictures, but she said his cock beat anything she had ever seen. “Oh my God, Val!” she gasped out, and immediately grabbed it with both hands. It felt warm and fleshy, and grew even bigger and longer and stiffer within her grip. Instinctively she put her mouth around its huge head and started sucking it. Her hand brushed against his large meaty testicles, and she massaged them between her thumb and fingers as she continued to mouth his cock.
She said she didn’t know how long she did that, but it seemed too soon when he reached down, picked her up and laid her on the bed. She watched his cock bouncing with each beat of his heart as he leaned over and unbuttoned her blouse. He helped her sit up as he pulled it off her shoulders, then unhooked her bra. She lay back as he pulled it off her tits and stood back to admire them for just a moment before his hands and his mouth were upon them. He continued to kiss and suck her tits while she, anxious now to have him inside her, reached down and unbuttoned her slacks.
Val moved to help her as she raised her butt from the bed and pushed the slacks down over her hips, panties and all. He quickly grabbed them and pulled them the rest of the way off. And there she was, completely naked, in the bed of a strange man, about to be fucked—and she couldn’t wait.
Val said something about how beautiful her tight little pussy looked as he leaned over her again, moving his hand up her inner thigh, pulling her leg toward him, then slowly inserting a finger inside her. As he did so she found his cock with her hand and stroked it until it was throbbing dangerously. She rose up to kiss him then, telling him she needed him inside her. He was more than ready to comply.
He positioned himself between her thighs as she bent her knees and spread her legs wide. As he lowered himself over her she reached down to guide the head of his cock to its destination. She squealed as he penetrated her, then held her breath, slowly accepting his massive staff as he pushed further into her.
Obviously his cock was much bigger than mine, and she had never felt anything like it. He was inside her no more than a minute when she experienced an explosive climax. She said she was coming like a fountain just from the size of that thing. They were all over the bed, with her almost falling off several times.
He made her come a couple of times in that first hour, and they fucked in every position they could think of. The best part of it for her was that even after fucking her for more than three hours, he still hadn’t yet come. He had been stopping for a few moments whenever he got too close, but now, as they lay together, she hugged him to her and whispered, “I want you to come in me. I need you to fill me with your juices. Don’t stop anymore.”
With that he began stroking into her with vigor and determination, until after several more minutes he pulled her up hard against him and flooded her insides with his sperm. Ivy was gasping and screaming, clutching him to her as he continued to pump his fluid into her. They were both sweating when he finally relaxed and kissed her tenderly.
She figured he would withdraw soon, but she was happily mistaken. He stayed inside her, and about a half hour later he was ready to go again.
They rolled over on the bed, with Ivy on top. She positioned herself so that his rigid cock was right up against her clit, and rocked back and forth on him, bringing herself to several more climaxes. She was trying to be quiet, but at times she was just overwhelmed, and the longer he stayed in her the louder she got, until she was actually screaming by the time he came again. Afterwards she thanked him for a wonderful memory, kissed him good-bye and left.
“You’re not mad, are you?” she asked cautiously when she had concluded her story.
“Absolutely not,” I assured her. “I’m extremely horny though.” All through her narration my hard-on had been straining to get free of my pants, and I was more than ready. I removed Ivy’s clothes in record time, and as she lay on our bed I noticed that her pussy lips were swollen and red. I asked her if she was sore, but she insisted she wasn’t. It wouldn’t have made much difference, because all I wanted to do was fuck her. It didn’t take me long to shoot my wad, and soon we were both asleep.
Ivy and I talked about that episode off and on for about a month, and then basically forgot about it. But one Saturday afternoon about three months later I got a big surprise when I came back from the grocery store to find a strange man sitting in our living room.
Ivy smiled at me as I came in. “Ted, guess who this is,” she chirped. “It’s Val, from Las Vegas!”
I could hear the excitement in her voice. I was taken aback, but I recovered as I approached him and shook his hand. “Hi, Val,” I said to him. “I understand you entertained my wife one night.”
“Well, yeah,” he said, a little sheepishly. “Ivy just told me you knew about it from the start, and that you’re all right with it.”
I just nodded.
“Well, I was in the area,” Val said, “and I thought I might try to find Ivy. So . . .”
That’s when Ivy chimed in. “Val tells me he hasn’t had sex since that night with me,” she said, grinning.
“Well then, that explains what he’s doing here,” I said. “Maybe you can help him out with that, Ivy.”
“That calls for a celebration,” Ivy said. “Let’s go out for dinner and drinks tonight.”
“It’s on me,” Val said.
I grinned at him. “The first part of the night might be on you, Val, but I’ll bet the rest of it turns out to be on Ivy.” We all laughed, and Ivy turned to me and gave me a passionate hug. “I love you!” she whispered.
Ivy then said she was going to take a shower before getting dressed to go out. I asked Val if he wanted to take a shower too. He said he would like to, and asked if we had another shower. I smiled at him and said, “No, you’ll have to get in with Ivy.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Go ahead,” I told him. “But don’t fuck her yet—I want to watch that.”
I settled down to watch some TV as the two of them headed for the shower, already disrobing as they went. After a few minutes I could hear Ivy laughing and squealing loudly over the sound of the running water.
When I heard the shower turn off, and then the sounds of them moving into the bedroom, I walked down the hall to take a look. As I entered the room I saw them locked in an embrace, both still totally naked. “Can’t you two wait?” I asked them jokingly.
They pulled away from each other a bit, and I could see that Ivy’s tits were swollen, her nipples puffy and her pussy lips protruding and separated slightly, as though she wanted him to fuck her right then. His cock was rigid as a post, and I could see that it was at least 10 inches long, and very thick. My own dick was hard as Ivy looked at me with those big brown puppy eyes and asked, “Do we have to?”
I was almost as excited as she was now. “Go ahead,” I told her. “But make it a quickie.”
Ivy backed her way to the edge of the bed, pulling Val along by his shaft, and lay down. She slid herself to the middle and spread her legs apart, beckoning him to join her. I walked to the other side of the bed, kneeling down to kiss her and caress her neck, shoulders and tits as he positioned himself to enter her. As the head of his manhood touched her opening, she grabbed for my hand and squeezed it tightly, saying softly, “Oh Ted!” Then she gasped sharply as he pushed into her, and as he went deeper into her I noticed tears forming in her eyes. I squeezed her hand, asking if she was all right. She smiled faintly and nodded, saying that she was just so happy to be my wife, and telling me she loved me.
“I love you too,” I replied. “Now enjoy yourself.”
And they did. The two of them fucked each other for nearly an hour, Ivy’s tits wobbling with each thrust. Her screams and squeals were deafening at times, and her fist-clenching, sheet-clutching, bed-pounding orgasms were like nothing I had ever witnessed before. It was a fantastically erotic scene to watch.
Val was breathing heavily when he suddenly shouted, “Ivy, I’m going to come, I’m going to come!” I watched her convulse yet again as he did so, shooting spurt after spurt of jism inside her.
He stayed in her for several more minutes before finally withdrawing. Ivy looked magnificent as she lay there, a small stream of Val’s come draining out her cunt and puddling up on the bedcover.
“Are we still going out?” Ivy asked finally.
“You bet,” I told her. “The night is just beginning.”
We all got up, cleaned off and started to dress. Ivy looked amazingly sexy as she emerged from the bedroom. The low-cut blouse she wore was unbuttoned enough to expose most of her tattoo, and her tight gray slacks blatantly augmented her trim legs and tight ass.
We had a great dinner and then went on to a club. We found a table, ordered drinks and watched the crowd for a while. Then Val asked Ivy to dance, and they headed for the dance floor. They danced a little, but soon their hands were all over each other, and even from where sat I could see the passion in their eyes as they gazed at each other.
By the time they returned to the table Ivy’s eyes were shining and her breath was quick. With a look of pleading on her face, she panted, “Oh God, Ted, we need to leave now! I’m about to explode. I need to be fucked, and at this point, I really don’t care who does it!”
Val quickly paid the bill and we walked out to the parking lot. I got behind the wheel while Ivy grabbed Val and pulled him into the back seat of the car. I had no sooner gotten the engine started before she was undoing his pants. Between the two of them they had his pants and shorts around his ankles before we left the parking lot. With his huge cock already fully erect, she slid back in the seat and pulled her slacks and panties completely off. In a heartbeat, she was squatting down over his lap, her legs spread wide. I adjusted the rear-view mirror to watch as he eased his giant rod into her drooling snatch. My own dick was throbbing as I watched his shaft stretch that pussy to its limits. The car swayed occasionally with their bumping, thrusting, and grinding as we made our way to the house.
Every so often she would squeal or swear or just plain groan as she came. She was gripping the top of the front seat with both hands, her head down between her arms as we entered our driveway and pulled into the garage. I turned the motor off and turned to Ivy, asking if she wanted to finish in the car or go in the house. “Just give me a minute,” she gasped out, and a moment later she shrieked loudly as she came again.
When she recovered the three of us scrambled out of the car and rushed for the house. At the door Val picked Ivy up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. Pulling up her blouse, he immediately began kissing her tits, squeezing them and nibbling at her nipples, while I watched her butterfly tattoo rippling erotically under his ministrations. She grabbed his semi-hard shaft and started stroking it to another full erection.
Again I was fantastically turned on at the sight of him sticking that big dick into my wife. Because he was still standing by the bed, the upper part of his penis was applying constant pressure on her clit, and he soon had her coming again. He fucked her that way for the longest time, and this time when he finally came and withdrew from her, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had my clothes off in a flash, and her legs were still spread as I climbed aboard and positioned myself between them. I easily slipped into her, and was enjoying the warmth of her cunt when she called Val to the head of the bed, then reached out and started stroking him. After getting him hard yet again, she pulled him to her mouth and began sucking on his hot shank, moaning around it as her head moved back and forth in rhythm with my strokes. It wasn’t very long before I was ready to come, and as I finished I looked up just in time to see white gobs of his fluid leaking from her lips, which were still wrapped around his cock.
That was a first for Ivy, since I had never come in her mouth. Her throat worked as she tried to swallow all of his jism, but the volume was too much to handle. The escaping white fluid oozed down her chin, onto her chest and over her tits, almost but not quite obscuring the beautiful butterfly tattoo.
The sun was peaking in the window as we finally collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. It was nearly noon when I was awakened by movement on the bed. Val and Ivy were at it again, having a last quickie before he left.
As we bade Val good-bye, Ivy told him not to be a stranger but to come back anytime, and I most heartily agreed with her.—T.G., Joliet, Illinois