My job provides my family with a very comfortable income but requires us to relocate every couple of years. My wife’s always been great about it, though it sure isn’t the easiest way to raise three kids. In our last location Carrie and I developed a friendship with a neighbor couple about our age (late 30s) that took an unexpected turn I want to tell you about.
We were having drinks on our deck one night and Carrie said it would be fun for the four of us to go out for dinner and dancing Friday night. Gail and Ryan were all for it. That evening they picked us up and we went to a restaurant and lounge they recommended. After a nice dinner and a number of drinks, we moved from the dining room to the lounge and got a table. For the first couple of dances we each danced with our own spouses. Then we switched partners for the next couple.
After that Gail said she needed to sit for a while. She said she hurt her leg last week and it was really bothering her. So she and I sat out the next couple of songs, and Carrie and Ryan kept dancing. Even though they had moved to the far side of the room, I could still see them occasionally through the other dancers. As I watched them, I saw that they had moved in very close to each other. Gail’s back was to the dance floor, so she wasn’t aware of how close they were dancing.
When my wife and I got engaged I was in the Air Force. We moved in together—and we had a terrific time until I got my orders for overseas deployment.
During my eight-month tour we stayed in touch with letters, which took almost a week to arrive. At first Ginny gave a summary of what she did each day, like shopping with girlfriends, or a movie, or dinner with friends. Then I got a letter saying she and her friend Carla were going to the beach on Saturday. I realized that by the time I got the letter this had already happened, so in my reply I asked if she had a fun day and said I’d love to get a picture of her in her swimsuit.
It took almost two weeks to get her reply. She said they had a great time, and did take pictures. She enclosed a few, showing her and Carla in very sexy bikinis. I’d never seen Ginny in this suit. It was white and very skimpy. It was obvious that she’d just gotten out of the water, and the wet bikini didn’t hide much. She has a great body, with long dark hair, olive skin, a great ass and large, firm breasts. The material covering those ample breasts and beneath her flat stomach was thin enough that I could see the dark ring round her hard nipples, which were sticking out for all to see, and I could make out dark pubic hair through the bottom.
I was managing a resort hotel on a small island in the Caribbean, owned by a large international chain. I was 45 at the time, still single, but I had met a beautiful 28-year-old blonde girl, Suzanne, and we were quite in love and intended to marry as soon as possible.
But we had a problem we’d been unable to resolve. The hotel chain barred fraternization between management and employees. Since Suzanne was my secretary, we had to keep the romance secret, at least at work.
Actually, Suzanne functioned more as my administrative assistant than as just a secretary. She increasingly took the initiative in making decisions I guess I should have made, and she farmed out most of her secretarial work to junior staff. She was an assertive young lady, but I have to admit that it was this—as well as her killer body—that attracted me to her.
It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. My husband called the office that Friday morning to say our friend Herman was in town and he thought he might ride back with him to the country (a couple hours’ drive) and hang out for the weekend, maybe do some fishing, to cheer him up.
It was almost a year now since Herman’s wife Deedee had moved back to her old hometown. Far from adjusting, he was getting worse, so I told Randall by all means to go for it, saying I might join them Saturday—unless he wanted it to be just a guy weekend. He said we could talk about it that night.
A couple of hours later I had a shaky-sounding Herman on the phone telling me not to worry (is there anything more certain to make you worry?) but they had a minor accident in his truck about halfway to his place and Randall had broken a leg. He had been taken to a hospital about ten miles away, but everything was under control, not to worry. And oh yes, Randall might have to spend a few days in the hospital.
My wife always knew I enjoy the fact that she occasionally enjoys herself with other men. The only stipulation has always been that Grace tells me all about it in detail afterwards. It’s only happened a few times, since she’s picky with her extra lovers.
Some weeks ago an old boyfriend of hers from long before we knew each other, Reg, got in touch with her on Facebook. They started corresponding online. At first she didn’t tell me about it, though she had mentioned Reg to me, saying a number of times how well he used to fuck her and what a fabulous big cock he had.
I’ve been through two marriages and enough boyfriends to know that a big cock is nothing special when its owner is clueless about what to do with it. This includes most men I’ve met, who couldn’t bring a woman to orgasm and in most cases knew little about what to do with what they had.
Then I met Conrad.
After a brief acquaintance years earlier, we met recently at a civic event, renewed acquaintance and parted with him inviting me to visit him the next weekend. Although I’m happily married and had no intent or desire to step out on my husband, I was drawn to his place like a moth to a flame. Luckily for me, my husband was taking the kids to his mother’s for the weekend, an eight-hour drive away, while I stayed behind.
I left work early Friday, showered and changed into a new outfit, spritzed some perfume, then headed to the address Conrad gave me. He greeted me at the door by taking me in his arms and giving me a kiss that had me ready to strip right there and perform any sex act he wished. This was so out of character for me that it was like being a third party watching some wanton nymphomaniac in heat!
My wife and I have enjoyed Penthouse Letters for over 20 years. The letters have amped up our sex life on numerous occasions. Rita’s favorites are usually in the Serendipity section. Stories about uncontrollable passionate desire really turn her on, and I have reaped the benefits many times over the years.
My favorites are typically in the wife-watching issue. We are very open sexually and devoted to each other and had never included anyone else in our sex life. Rita was very worried that that would damage our marriage. So we kept our fantasies in our pillow talk and some role-playing. But I always hoped that someday someone Rita trusted would come along and make our hidden desires real.
An opportunity presented itself recently when we went back east to attend a wedding. We moved to Southern California over 25 years ago and only get back to our old home state every few years, to attend graduations and weddings.
I knew long before we married that if I wanted to have Agnes’s love I would have to share her body. After all, I had learned to accept her screwing around during our courtship. Why expect things to be any different when we were married?
The first time she came to bed with another man’s semen matting her pretty bush, I confronted her. She confessed, and after a long, sometimes stormy discussion, we agreed to an open relationship, or anyway a half-open one, with no secrets between us, and it has worked perfectly well for us. She’s gotten what she needs, and her erotic descriptions of her extramarital adventures have given me hours of pleasure. (I describe the relationship as “half-open” because I don’t feel any need for “outside contact.” I get all I can handle from my wife’s accounts of her adventures.)
For years Agnes talked about how exciting she thought it would be to be the only woman in a hunting camp with a bunch of horny men. Finally I told her I knew how to make her fantasy a reality if she really wanted it to happen. Her only fear in doing this was being alone in the camp with strangers, but I assured her I could be there without anybody knowing I was her husband.
It took some careful planning, but eight months later we flew into a city in the mountain states where we each rented a four-by-four truck and drove to the hunting camp where we were booked for two weeks, with Agnes using her maiden name, which is the name she uses on her driver’s license and used for her hunting license, with our home address, while I used my business address, which I checked and was assured is perfectly legal.
We shared a loving kiss at the airport. She left first while I found a bar where I would have a couple of drinks to give her a head start. The deal was that if we were to keep our secret while she lived out her fantasy, I would have to try to seduce her myself if I wanted a piece of her ass.
It was late afternoon when I reached the hunting lodge, and saw Agnes’s rental truck parked in the lot. I was shown to my room by a good-looking young man named Ronnie, who helped me pack in my gear.
He said, “I hope you aren’t kept awake all night by the headboard banging on the wall of the room next door. You aren’t going to believe the hottie that came in all alone this afternoon. She’s a little thing, not much more than five feet tall, but with big tits and the tightest ass I’ve ever seen. She’s married, but she told me her husband has been in Africa for 60 days, so her little pussy has to be ripe for a little attention, and I intend to get some of it.”
I settled in, then went down to the bar, where I saw my wife surrounded by a dozen or more men. She was wearing a tight-fitting sweater that displayed her 34C bust and tight jeans molded to that ass I know so well. I mingled with the group, introducing myself and learning more names than I could remember. Agnes’s hand was hot when Ronnie introduced her to me, a sure sign she was indeed in heat.
I found a seat at the end of the bar and took stock of Agnes’s stable of studs. There was an older man sitting next to me who was also observing the mating game, as one after another the men tried to capture Agnes’s attention. The older man introduced himself as Roy and asked why I wasn’t trying to jump her like the others. I told him I was outnumbered and besides I’m a happily married man.
“I am too,” he said, “but I’d jump her in a heartbeat. I learned a long time ago to bide my time and let the young men bust their nuts, and then pick up the pieces. You know she isn’t any cherry, and a little traffic only makes a pussy better. Believe me, son, there isn’t any better ass than one that’s been well used and you get to enjoy what is left.”
We ate family-style at a long table, then had a couple of after-dinner drinks before one by one the guys went up to bed. When I saw Agnes head upstairs with a guy named Drew, about 23, I knew he was about to get some fine pussy from my 39-year-old wife. Roy came over and whispered, “That young guy won’t ever be able to satisfy a hot woman like that. I would bet someone else could nail her later, but I’m too tired to wait up until she wears young Drew out—well before sunrise, I’m guessing. Well, I’m going to bed. If you stay up, let me know what happens.”
I was in my room a few minutes later, in time to hear the headboard next door hammering the wall for about two minutes before I heard a man groan and I knew my wife was taking a creamy load in her cunt. My own cock was so hard that it hurt, but I had promised myself I wouldn’t jerk off, so I didn’t touch it.
I heard voices, and found that by putting my ear next to a crack in the crudely built thin wall between the rooms I could hear them quite plainly. I undressed and shut my light out and discovered there was light coming in through a knothole about 18 inches down from the ceiling. I carefully moved a chair I could stand on and look through the knothole. Hot damn! I had a perfect view of my wife sucking her stud’s cock while caressing his balls.
Drew wasn’t packing nine inches but had a respectable six thick inches, and Agnes seemed to be enjoying it. I watched as she took the whole thing in down to the root, then backed off slowly, leaving it standing up straight, saliva-soaked. She moved quickly to straddle him, then lowered her fresh-fucked cunt onto his pulsing prick. They fucked for 40 minutes, switching positions frequently. She was facing away from me while he humped her like a bitch in heat, finally blowing his wad again. He rolled off and collapsed beside her with her still on her knees, her cute little ass in the air. I had a clear view of her ravished cunt and saw her lover’s come ooze from her onto the bed.
I had only seen Agnes screw one other man, but that time she’d known I was watching and was somewhat reserved. This time, being unaware that I was watching, she really let loose and put out like she always did with me. She didn’t just let Drew fuck her, she fucked him back—like very few women will do, because they’re too uptight about sex.
Agnes slipped on a robe and left the room. She went straight across the hall into one of the four shared bathrooms, and returned in a few minutes. She combed out her hair while her friend took a turn across the hall, returning with two sodas. They sat down on the foot of the bed and talked while they drank the sodas.
Before long Drew set the sodas on the dresser and they began making out like teenagers. Soon Agnes’s robe was gone and he was nursing on her swollen nipples. He kept at it until she twisted away and dropped to her knees facing him. Her head disappeared in his lap, causing him to throw his head back and moan.
A few minutes later she scrambled up on the bed and lay down on her back with her legs up and spread. He stood up and turned to look down at her, and I saw his cock was again standing tall. She moaned while he slowly slipped six inches of meat in her horny cunt.
My legs were about to give out, so I went to bed and fell asleep listening to the headboard knocking. They were screwing again—or still?—when my guide knocked on my door and told me to get some breakfast and be ready to go on an orientation tour in an hour. I knew it was important to take this tour to be ready for opening morning the next day, so I reluctantly dressed and went downstairs while my wife’s bed continued to hit the wall.
When we stopped back at the lodge for lunch, I didn’t see Agnes, but she was the talk of the table among the other hunters. Drew told everybody that she hadn’t ever gotten to let loose because her husband had watched her like a hawk from the day they married and she intended to take this opportunity to explore her sexuality. He described her as being the most exciting woman he ever bedded, saying she had an unbelievably tight pussy.
It was obvious, when Drew told the others how easy she was, that they were anxious to get their chance to nail her themselves. He simply whispered that he wanted to fuck her, and she said, “I think I’d like that. Let’s go.” Listening to this talk certainly didn’t reduce the aching desire in my loins! So I was relieved when we left the lodge to continue the tour.
That evening I was sitting on the porch having a beer when Agnes and her guide came in. One of the guys said, “Hell, it looks like Bill is staking his claim on that hot piece of ass.” I knew Bill from when I’d been there several years before. He owned and operated the hunting lodge and guide service. I knew that he was married, or at least he was back then.
As Agnes and Bill came up the steps, I said, “Hello, Bill,” and was surprised when he said, “Hey there, Graham, it’s good to see you again. All your arrangements okay?” I said everything was fine, and he said, “Have you met Agnes?”
“Yes,” I said, “last night. How was your tour, Agnes?”
“Great,” she said, but right now she wanted a hot shower, and she disappeared into the lodge. When she was out of sight, one of the men asked Bill if he’d nailed the lady up on the mountain. He said no but he’d gotten a pretty good view of all there was to see. I had no idea what that meant!
On my way down to dinner I managed to talk to Agnes alone in the hallway. I asked her about Bill’s “pretty good view” remark, and she said, “My, word travels fast here.” She told me hurriedly that Bill put the move on her up on a ridge where they could see for miles. She let him skin off her jeans and panties and was ready to fuck him, but he wanted to eat her pussy first. She told him no, because she hadn’t showered after having sex, but he insisted on doing it, saying he liked his pussy natural, not all douched and flowery-smelling.
“My God, Graham,” she said, “I’ve never had anyone eat me out the way he did. I came in about three minutes, and I was dying to have his cock in me when we were interrupted by two game wardens driving up. Bill went and talked to them while I got my pants on. The wardens followed us back down the mountain, so we didn’t get to finish what we started, but I felt Bill up while he drove. His cock was still hard, and felt big. Did you know I let a guy pick me up last night?”
As I nodded, we were joined by Stanton, a fellow hunter, interrupting our conversation. We were told that dinner would be served at six and that we should enjoy the open bar. I chose to have a beer, since it wasn’t four yet and I didn’t want to get hammered. I saw how much Agnes was enjoying having all these men flirting with her—before, during and after dinner.
About eight, she selected a mate for the night, and the rest of us watched with envy as the two of them walked out hand in hand. One guy said, “I knew my buddy’s giant schlong would get him a shot at that.”
Shortly after, I went to my room, arriving in time to see the look on Agnes’s face when her lover dropped his pants. His friend was right about the giant schlong. It looked to be wrist-thick and maybe nine inches. I only wished I could see the expression on her face when he eased that beauty in her, but the moan that escaped from deep inside her throat seemed to express an immense pleasure that I hadn’t heard in all our years together. I watched her fuck that outsize cock until I couldn’t stand on the chair any longer. I fell asleep listening to the steady rhythm of the headboard hitting the wall.
It was like that for five more days and nights. Every day Agnes went hunting with Bill; every evening she came back to the lodge with a smile on her face; and every night she spent fucking Pete, the man with the big dick—and nearly every other man retired to his room with a hard-on.
Pete’s group was only booked for one week, and departed on Saturday while those of us who’d booked two-week hunts were out. That night the mating dance was on again, and for the next week my wife lived out her dream, screwing a different man each night.
The last night Agnes took Roy, the older man I’d talked to the first night, upstairs during cocktail hour and returned alone just in time for dinner. I was about to break away and go up to my room when she walked directly over to me and said, “Don’t you like women, Graham?”
It took me by surprise, and I just looked at her for a moment, then said, “I love women. Why?”
She winked and said, “Well, you’re about the only guy in the lodge that hasn’t hit on me.”
I winked back and said, “I was just waiting for my number to come up.”
She reached for my hand and said, “Your number is up, stud—if you don’t mind being the third gentleman to be with me today.”
Once in her room, I embraced my wife for the first time in two weeks, kissing her with all my pent-up passion. She returned my kiss with the same passion, then thanked me for letting her live out her fantasy. It had been one long gang bang with a men of all sizes and shapes of cocks.
I said I was happy for her but I really needed to make love to her if she wasn’t worn out. She kissed me and said, “I’m never too tired to make love with you, sweetheart.”
I stood motionless as she undressed me, raising one foot at a time for me to step out of my pants, leaving my hard-on waving in her face. I nearly blew my wad when she took nearly the whole thing in her mouth. She had been stroking it with her magic mouth for about a minute when I pulled her up, saying my first load was going in her pussy.
I lifted her sweater over her head, freeing her braless breasts, then undid her tight jeans and pushed them down below her ass. I laid her across the disheveled bed, where I noticed a large wet spot and numerous dried come stains. I removed her jeans, then her soaking-wet cotton bikini panties. Her snatch was wide open and saturated with semen from her lovers. The musky scent of her pussy and come almost overwhelmed me—her entire bush was matted with drying come.
She saw where my eyes were focused and said, “That Roy surprised me. He dropped the largest load of all, but said he hadn’t had any pussy for six years. He was so weak afterward, I had to help him to his room before I came down to eat.”
I couldn’t wait any longer, so I just dived on top of her. My cock was instantly immersed right up to my balls in her slushy box. I lasted all of 30 seconds before blowing my load! Whew, did I ever feel better.
My cock stayed hard as Agnes told me all the lurid details of her two weeks of lusty adventures. I told her that I’d used my imagination each night after seeing her come up with a man. What I really I wanted to hear about was her days with Bill.
She told me how on opening morning she bagged her trophy, then thanked him by fucking him right afterward on top of his coat on the frosty grass. She said, “You wouldn’t believe the size of his cock, honey. That Pete had a big one, but Bill’s was the biggest I’ve ever had, and he fucked me at least three times every day, sometimes much more. Two days we went into town and he got a room where we fucked all day. I’m not kidding you, he had his cock in me all day both days.”
I never did tell her that I watched her every night (she’s finding out now if she happens to read this!), but I listened intently later when she told me the details, and when what she told me exactly matched what I’d seen with my own eyes, I knew she’d always been honest in the past when she told me about her adventures.
Agnes and I fucked all night, but in the morning she disappeared with Bill for three hours. Just as I was preparing to leave for the airport in my rental truck, she reappeared and drove off in her truck.
On the flight home Agnes whispered, “Feel my pussy, honey. Bill fucked me twice this morning. Did you know he’s divorced now, and his wife was the only woman he was ever with until I gave him some pussy? He said he would like to meet me if I could ever get away from my husband for a night or a few days. I told him that could probably be arranged, with some planning.”
I knew then that my wife would be hauling Bill’s giant log again soon.
—G.H., St. Louis, Missouri
“Is there anything you’d like me to do differently?”Marian asked. “I mean, something you like that I don’t do exactly the way you like?” She was fingering my flaccid cock while we recovered from another fan-fucking-tastic afternoon of sex. She was so eager to please that she wanted suggestions!
“Honey, you give the best blowjobs ever,” I said, trying to recover from an incredibly intense climax after a sweet half-hour of hugely vigorous fucking. That made her smile. “You fuck like a porn queen,” I went on. “Your pussy actually sucks my cock in. You’re absolutely beautiful. I even love how you have orgasms. I never dreamed sex could be this good.”
“But isn’t there something I could do? Or do better?”
“Well,” I said, then paused.
The one word said enough to tell her that there might actually be something. She raised up on an elbow and looked down at me. “What?” she said. Her smile brought my pulse instantly to racing speed. “What would you like me to do another way? What haven’t I done, baby?” Her face was pure love and devotion. Damn, she is beautiful, I thought.
I spoke on impulse, saying something I never expected to. “You could fuck Tom, Dick or Harry,” I said. Putting my hands on either side of her lovely face, I kissed her lightly.
“Who?” she said softly.
“Look,” I said, “sex with you is better than I imagined it could be. One thing I’ve thought about is watching you fuck someone else, or hearing about it later. It may sound bizarre, but it’s my one unfulfilled fantasy.”
Without saying a word, Marian lifted a leg over me and positioned herself so my cock was between her legs, then eased down, pushing her wet pussy lips back and forth over my cock while smiling down at me. She bent forward until her bare breasts were against my chest and her mouth close to mine, and planted kisses on my lips, chin and neck. Then she began to move her bottom up and down, forcing my rapidly growing cock repeatedly in and out of her.
“Okay,” she said after a few minutes of this deliberate fucking. “Who do you want me to have sex with?”
“Okay?” I said, incredulous. “Did you say okay?”
“Sure,” she said with that amazing smile. “If that’s what my husband wants, that’s what I’ll do. Just tell me who you want me to have sex with and when, and stand back and let me work.”
I was so turned on, I just savored the steady movement of her hips, fucking away. “Do you want me to service Tom or Dick or Harry, each separately, or Tom, Dick and Harry all at once?”
I laughed and kissed her.
As incredible as the sex had been before I asked Marian to fuck other men, what happened after was even better. As we relaxed afterward for the second time in less than an hour, with the blankets thrown back, she fingered my sticky limp cock. “And do you want to watch?” she asked in a dreamy voice.
“Oh yes,” I said with a sigh.
“So let’s decide who,” she said suggestively. “Someone we know? Or a stranger?”
Unbelievably, the way she said this was making my cock stir again! There was a naughtiness in her voice that aroused me more even than the fantasy had.
“Well, that’s for you to decide,” I said.
“Then I think it should be someone we know and trust, like Jason,” she said with a grin. Jason was a close friend, single and very handsome.
“Are you attracted to him?” I asked.
“I am now,” she said in a whisper. “I’ll do anything you want. Do you think Jason will agree to fuck me?”
“Ah yes, I do,” I said.
Come on! Any guy I knew would cut off an arm to be able to fuck Marian. And I was never so aroused by her as at that moment.
“I would ask for one thing,” she said. “I’d like us to meet with him to explain what we want him to do and why.” I said I was okay with that, and we kissed, long and passionate.
Jason came to the house the next night. Marian took us by the arm and walked us into the living room. While holding his hand, she said, “I am faithful to my husband and want to do whatever he likes.” She paused and looked over at me. “Frank’s asked me to do something, and I’m eager to do it for him, do you understand?”
Jason nodded, but he couldn’t have had a clue.
“He wants me to make love to you. So will you do me the honor tonight, here in our bed?”
Jason looked quickly in my direction. I nodded. I explained that I had always wanted to see Marian with another guy. “It really turns me on to think of her having sex with someone else, and we agreed it should be you.” He looked in her direction. “We decided the two of you should go up together, then in 15 minutes I’ll come up and knock, and if you’re both ready for me, I’ll come in and watch from the corner. Maybe later, if you both feel comfortable with it, we might have a threesome.”
Jason looked like he had gone to heaven. “So you want it?” he asked Marian.
“Very much,” she said. “I want to give Frank whatever pleasure I can, and also the thought of having sex with you excites me. I hope you want me too.” From the look of Jason, there wasn’t much doubt about that.
She went over to him, took his hands, kissed him and led him toward our bedroom. Turning to me, she said, “Give us 20 minutes, okay?”
I nodded and blew her a kiss. “Have a good time,” I said. I was so excited, I felt my pulse throbbing. As they walked up the stairs holding hands, her bottom swaying beneath her short sweater dress, he curled his arm around her waist.
They went in the bedroom and closed the door, and I watched the clock. The minutes went by so slow, I thought the hands weren’t moving! After 20 minutes I started up the stairs, picturing what they were doing, wondering if Jason was in Marian already. I stood outside the bedroom, embarrassed about intruding on them. After a few minutes I knocked lightly and then listened for a reply.
“Who is it?” Marian joked.
“May I come in?” I said.
“Could you give us ten more minutes?” she asked. Later I learned that she had asked Jason to undress her, and he was savoring the removal of each piece of clothing, removing it slowly and kissing the newly bared flesh. She said that when he removed her top, he kissed then sucked each nipple and sucked lightly on each breast. Between labored breaths he told her he’d wanted to do this since he first met her, before our wedding. “You should have told me,” she said she told him.
After he had slipped her panties off, she said, he cupped the fingers of one hand under her pubic bone and slipped a finger between her labia and into her pussy. They stood at the foot of the bed awhile, naked, kissing. Then she guided him to the bed, and they spent a few minutes on it making out like teenagers, until she climbed over him and eased down on his erection.
I stood outside the room until I heard Marian call my name. The room was dark except for the small lamp next to the bed, which was turned on low. In the dim light I saw my wife on top of Jason, bouncing slowly while he pushed up into her. I took a chair and watched. I couldn’t believe how erotic it was to see my friend fuck my wife. As my eyes grew accustomed to the light, I saw his shaft disappearing inside her and then withdrawing. Their pace picked up, and her breathing became more rapid.
“Come over by us,” Marian said to me between gasps. I moved over to the bed, sat down and took the hand she offered. I couldn’t believe the powerful feelings I got holding her hand while Jason fucked her.
“Do you want him to eat me?” she asked breathlessly. Quickly I said I did.
She changed position and spread her legs wide for him. She had shaved her pussy for the occasion. He stretched out on his stomach and moved up until his chin was close to her pubic mound. She put her hands on his head and guided his face to her pussy. He kissed it twice, then began licking and sucking her puffy labia. She smiled at me and squeezed my hand. “He eats pussy good,” she said with a pant. “God yes, he eats pussy good.”
Marian placed her fingers under my chin, then guided my face to hers, and we kissed while Jason ate her pussy. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. My heart pounded in my ears, my head spun, and my cock was hard as stone. “Is this what you wanted?” she said.
“Oh, yes,” I said after another long, passionate kiss. “Damn, this is incredible.”
“It is pretty good, isn’t it?” she said, looking down at Jason, whose tongue was buried in her pussy. He winked at her, and she blew him a kiss. Then she put two fingers in a vee next to her cunt lips, and he licked her fingers. She lifted them off her pussy and with his hand he guided one finger to his mouth. While he sucked on it, with his other hand he fingered her pussy. As his pace quickened, she closed her eyes and started to come.
When Marian finished her climax, she patted the bed next to her. I climbed up beside her, with Jason stretched out next to her, his arm across her hip and his hand placed at the space between her leg and pussy. I cupped my fingers under one of her breasts and kissed her on the shoulder. “Thank you,” I said as she cuddled between us.
“What would you like me to do next, baby?” she asked in a sleepy tone.
“Would you like to suck a black cock?” I asked.
“If you’d like me to.”
“A big one?” I said.
“Big ones are good,” she said with a grin.
Jason laughed and said, “How do you advertise to get a black guy with a big cock for your wife to suck?”
The more I thought about Marian with a black guy, the more exciting it got. The next night I asked her about it. She nodded, then smiled and finally said it sounded like fun. “I like doing these things you want me to. I admit, when I asked you what you might like me to do, I meant giving head a different way, or a kinky new position, but I like what you came up with even better. Now the question is, how do we find a black guy with a big cock who would like to have me suck it?”
“I’m sure,” I replied, “that if we ask around, put the word out, we can find someone you’ll like.”
“I hope so,” she said.
The search turned into one of our greatest experiences. Each day, as we expanded the search, we both got more excited about the possibilities. We couldn’t wait to get Marian’s sweet lips around a big black cock. When we found Ross we knew he was the one, even without having seen his meat. (Marian thought the way his jeans were worn in one place at his fly meant the chance was good that he was rather “good-size.”)
We talked for a long time about how exactly you might approach someone to ask if he would like to get a blowjob from your wife. “Probably the direct approach is best,” I said finally. My wife nodded shyly and then broke into a big smile.
When I went over to Ross’s place to bring up the idea, we sat awhile with beers talking about sports. Finally I said I had a favor to ask. Of course we hadn’t known each other too long so he looked at me strangely. “My wife and I have a very open marriage,” I said. “We each try to do whatever the other wants in the bedroom, if you know what I mean.” He indicated with a nod that he did, and I went on. “She would love to suck a black man with a large cock, and we hoped you might be able and willing to help.”
“So you want me to let your wife suck my big black cock?” he said.
“We do,” I said.
Ross stood up and unzipped his fly. He wore no underwear and when his flaccid cock flopped out, I knew we had our man. He said, “You tell the little lady she can suck this anytime she wants.”
When I told Marian about the meeting, she was excited beyond description. “I can hardly wait,” she cried. “So when can we do it?”
I said I wanted this to be really special, so Ross and I had arranged that he would come to our house Saturday night, which was three days away. I figured by then she would be so horny that she would nearly jump him.
“He’s coming here?” she said, eyes wide.
As the hours and days crawled by, I was as eager as Marian, and she was really eager. When the day finally arrived, she spent much of the afternoon getting ready, primping and making herself even more beautiful, including over an hour in the bath.
Ross arrived ten minutes early. He kissed Marian when I introduced them, then took her hand in his huge one and walked beside her to the den. They sat together in front of the fireplace, and we chatted for a short time. Then she asked if she could have a little time alone with him.
For the second time in my life—in less than 30 days!—I watched my wife walk with another man toward our bedroom for sex. This time she said she would call me when they were ready, and after half an hour she called from upstairs.
When I entered the bedroom, Marian and Ross were sitting on the bed with a blanket over their hips and legs. I walked up to the foot of the bed, and she threw back the blanket, revealing an enormous black erection. She took hold of it with one hand, leaving six or so inches extending from her fist. The white skin of her small hand contrasted sensually with the blackness of his gigantic cock.
Marian looked at me, then bent and planted a soft kiss on the end of it. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she gushed.
Because Ross’s cock was so big, Marian settled for working on the tip, running her tongue over it to relish the fullness and texture, swirling around the black knob. Then she took in as much as she could, a few inches, and sucked it voraciously. All the time she worked it over, she was producing a deep groan.
Ross looked at me and smiled. In his deep voice he said, “Your wife sucks black cock real good.” She smiled and she continued to suck on the part she had in her mouth, then swiped her tongue over the full length of it. She wet her hand with her tongue, then began sliding her fist up and down while continuing to suck and lick the pulpy top.
“I want to taste your come,” Marian growled to Ross, her voice deepened by her arousal.
“You will, little lady,” he said. “In about a minute you’ll have all you can handle.” His balls began to contract and twitch, and his cock shuddered. Globs of semen streamed out like a gusher. Marian, still holding Ross’s black monster with one hand, aimed it at her mouth and caught all she could as the streams shot toward her open lips.
I loved the way Marian worked to catch as much as she could, then licked what was left on Ross’s cock like a cat going after cream. “Get it all, baby,” I said.
Without looking up, she said, “I will.” Then, in her throaty voice, “God, I love black cocks.”
“You want more?” I asked as she licked and sucked Ross’s monster, enjoying it more than I dreamed.
“Yes,” she said. “I love tasting his come. There’s so much of it.” While I watched her thrill at sucking Ross’s cock, I thought ahead to all the others she would do.
Marian surprised me by looking up at Ross and asking if she could have it in her, at least as much as she could hold.
“Of course, little lady,” he said. “Anytime you want.” With that, she raised up so he could get under her, and she climbed on top, which would allow her to control the amount of cock she took in. “Be careful,” he warned. “Just go slow.” She eased down and pushed the tip of his member in, then slid another couple of inches in, then paused.
“Oh God,” she gasped. “It feels incredible in me. Fuck me, Ross! God yes, fuck me!” Boy, did he ever!
When Ross left, after I’d watched my wife have the most incredible sex of her life, we went to bed and cuddled and chatted about the amazing things that had occurred in our lives over the past month. We held each other tight, feeling closer than we ever had.
“Baby,” she said finally, in a pensive voice, “when I agreed to have sex with Jason, you know it was just because you asked me to, right? But it turned out that I liked Jason screwing me, really liked it.” I said that made me happy, and she went on softly. “Then you asked me to be with a black man, and we got Ross, and I—” She hesitated.
“You found you really, really liked it,” I said.
“Exactly,” she said, “and that was such a surprise. I loved his size, how he filled me up, his amount of come. It was really fantastic.” She chuckled gently. “I didn’t mean to like it so much, but now I can’t think about anything but big black cocks.” She stopped talking, and we just held one another. “I hope it doesn’t hurt your feelings, baby, but,” and she hesitated again, then whispered, “I like having other men fuck me, especially with big cocks, black ones. Tonight I’ll dream about Ross’s cock. Please don’t hate me for it.”
She kissed me, and I tried to reassure her how much I loved her, and reminded her that it was me who had asked her to have sex with other guys in the first place. “If I hadn’t liked you doing it after Jason, I wouldn’t have asked you to do it again,” I said. I explained that I wanted her to like it, explained how excited I got seeing her with Jason, his cock sliding in her, his mouth over her pussy, and I spelled out how fantastic it felt to see Ross fucking her, his big cock in her lovely mouth.
And I said that for me too it was far better than I ever expected. “I love seeing you that turned on, having that much fun with those other cocks. I don’t understand the whole process, but I think it’s wonderful that I can have pleasure seeing you have pleasure, no matter what you’re doing or who you’re doing it with. If you want to have sex with every man you see, it’s fine with me.”
She seemed pleased, then asked, “Anything else you’d like me to do?”
“I’d like to see you eat pussy,” I whispered close to her ear.
She pulled her head back so she could see my face and smiled. “Ah,” she said, “sounds delicious. Sixty-nine with another woman could be fun. Yes, I’ll bet I could eat pussy for my husband.” I kissed her and we laughed together. We thought about who might be lured into bed to open her legs for my wife.
Since then Marian and Ross have had two more “dates,” and she spends a night or two per month with Jason. And yes, she has tasted pussy on a couple of occasions! It’s all just what I wanted, I guess.
—F.D., Pawtucket, Rhode Island
She was a tall bombshell of a brunette. Her legs seemed to go on for miles, and you could make out the faint out line of her nipples trying to peek out from beneath the fabric of her red dress. She was something to look at.
Dennis had watched her graceful gait as she strode across the restaurant, making her way to a small table near the bar. For an hour he had watched intently, admiring her from afar. She had sat all that time with her legs crossed, looking back at the door every now and again, as if waiting on someone. He won dered who the lucky guy was who would be fuck ing her tonight.
Now, in response to his staring, she smiled politely, then after looking back at the door again ordered herself another glass of wine.
“Dude,” his friend Roger said, “if you’re going to keep staring, you should just go over and ask her out.”
“I couldn’t,” Dennis said. “She’s obviously waiting on someone.”
“Well, it’s been an hour,” Roger said, “and that’s her fourth glass of wine. At least buy the woman a drink.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Den nis replied. “I’ll buy her a drink. But I doubt that she’d be interested in me.”
Shortly afterward the waiter brought her another glass of wine, just as she was finishing the one sitting in front of her. He pointed to the booth where the two men were sitting to indicate where it had come from. She turned, raised her glass and smiled to express her appreciation.
After the waiter walked away, Dennis watched as she slid from her seat, picked up her glass and made her way to their booth. His cock twitched as she walked across the room. Her heels made a clacking sound against the floor as she approached.
“Thank you for the wine,” she said. “May I sit down?”
“Of course,” Dennis said as he slid over to make room for her on his side. “I’m Dennis, and this is my friend Roger.”
The three of them sat at the table getting acquainted, and after a while Dennis noticed that Juliet was no longer checking the door. She seemed to be having a good time with her new friends, especially him!
“Well, kids,” Roger said, “you’re going to have to pardon me, but I have a wife I should get home to before it gets dark.”
“It was very nice to meet you,” Juliet said. “Be safe going home.” She got up, letting Dennis get up to say good-bye to his friend. While they shook hands, she slid back into the corner of the booth.
“Well,” Dennis said after Roger left, “it seems it’s just the two of us now.”
“So it would seem,” Juliet said in a sultry voice. “Look, let’s cut to the chase. I was obviously here for a date who didn’t show, you find me attractive, I find you attractive, and my pussy is wet and wanting—it hasn’t been fucked in too long. So what do you say we go back to your place?”
She blushed after saying all that, then apologized for being so blunt. “But it’s true. I’ve been out of the game a long time and need to feel a cock in me.” She licked her lips while staring at his crotch. “I want it so bad, I can almost taste it.” It seemed clear she was imagining lit er ally tasting his cock. It twitched again.
“Let me finish my drink,” he said, “and we’ll go.”
Dennis knew now he had her in his pocket, and couldn’t resist the urge to tease her a little. With a devilish grin, he slid his hand slowly up her thigh, drawing an audible gasp of antic ipation and ex citement from her ruby red lips. He toyed with her for a while, let ting his fingertips just reach the top, then sliding his hand back down.
“You’re driving me crazy already,” she whispered. “Can we go?”
“Not yet,” Dennis whispered back, leaning in to nibble her ear. He let his fingers part her lips while he whispered naughty little things in her ear. Her skin was soft and oh-so-smooth as his finger glided gently up and down her slit.
She seemed to be trying, unsuccessfully, to keep herself under control. “Christ! If you keep that up you’re go ing to make me come,” she moaned in his ear.
“Good!” he whispered. “Come for me. We’re not leaving until you do.”
Within seconds her pussy was flooding and her hips were jerking with a small orgasm. Dennis had never felt so confident, so dominat ing. It excited the hell out of him, and now he couldn’t wait to get Juliet back to his place. They left the bar hand in hand, walking to his high-rise apartment just around the corner.
Upstairs in the apartment she looked out the window and exclaimed, “What an in credible view!”
“The view is pretty incredible from where I’m standing too,” he said. “Why don’t you make yourself at home while I go change out of this suit and tie?”
He found an even more incredible view when he returned. She was just finishing shimmying out of her dress, and now stood by the window stark naked.
“Now that’s a view,” he said as he approached her.
“Do you like what you see?” she said, bending over slightly and shaking her ass at him.
“Let’s close these up,” Dennis said as he walked toward the window, intending to shut the curtains.
“No, leave them,” Juliet said. “I like to be watched.”
He stepped up behind her and pressed his body to hers, pushing her nipples into the cool glass of the window. A few passersby stopped and looked up from below, then walked on. She seemed aroused at the thought of the strangers seeing her naked, and as he pressed his growing bulge into her ass, he was surprised to realize that the idea excited him too!
“You have entirely too many clothes on,” she said. When she turned to face him, he saw for the first time just how magnificent her breasts were. They were large, and natural. They had a slight sag, and sloped upward just before the nipple. She had small dark brown areolae. Her nipples were bright pink and fully erect from the cool of the glass and from her arousal. Tiny diamond- encrusted Penthouse Pet nipple piercings dangled from each.
“You like?” she asked, giving each a slight tug.
“Oh my!” he exclaimed.
He reached around and grabbed a handful of her long hair and tugged it ever so lightly to pull her head back while he devoured her neck. He thought he felt her twitch with excitement, and thought he felt her actually getting hotter as he nibbled and sucked on her neck.
She ran her hands down the thin trail of hair on his chest, making her way to his shorts below. She pulled the drawstring, and they fell to the floor. His cock sprang free. She stroked it softly. As it hardened, she teased it with her touch.
When he couldn’t take any more, he released her hair and cupped her breasts. Tenderly, he caressed each nipple with his tongue before sucking down hard and pinching it lightly between his teeth. “Ah, ahh, ahhh,” she cried out. He was almost sure he heard her moaning, “Fuck me now!”
Dennis spun Juliet around and walked her backwards until she fell back on the bed. The sun was going down, but the lights in the room lit it up for everyone outside who was looking to see. He dropped to his knees on the floor, and she spread her pussy with her fingers. She toyed with her clit, and he pushed her thighs farther apart to admire the view. He inhaled deeply as the aroma of her pussy filled the air.
He plunged his face between her legs and sucked down hard on her clit. Imme diately, she began to buckle and jerk her hips in a regular rhythm. She seemed to want to come as badly as he wanted it. While continuing to suck and tongue-flick her clit, he slid his middle two fingers deep inside her.
“Oh fuck, yeah!” she cried out. “I’m going to come! I’m going to come!”
She rocked her hips faster, then grabbed the back of” his head and pulled him down harder on her clit. Her whole body trembled in orgasm. She lifted him free of her clit and pulled him up” and kissed him—hard at” first, then lighter as she licked off her come. While their tongues intertwined, he” continued grinding his fingers rhythmically inside her. It wasn’t long before he felt her shudder as she had another orgasm.
Juliet fell back on the bed, appearing both exhausted and elated, and wanting more of the plea sures Dennis was offering her. He pulled his fingers from her wet pussy and let her lay there awhile and catch her breath. When she calmed down, she began to do some teasing of her own.
She slid back down to the edge of the bed and kissed him tenderly. “My turn,” she whispered as she reached down and grabbed his cock. “It’s so hard,” she said, “and yet it feels so soft to the touch! It’s so silky smooth, and your hands are so beautifully manicured.” As she continued stroking his cock, which was only average in length but was unusually thick, she purred, “That’s the thickest cock I’ve ever seen. I’m trying to imagine what it would feel like in my tight pussy, how it would stretch it out.”
She stroked him with the lightest of touches, barely letting her hand graze his cock. The tenderness of her touch drove him wild. His thighs began to tremble. He started rocking his hips back and forth, fucking her hand in unison with her strokes. “Oh God, yeah, baby, that’s it,” he groaned.
“Not yet,” she said. “My naughty little boy doesn’t get to come yet.”
With that, she slid back on the bed and rolled over. She placed a foot on each side of his cock and began to massage it. The feeling of her feet on his cock was like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was incredibly erotic. Judging from the way she pressed the ball of her foot against his balls while using the heels to stroke him, this was not her first time doing this.
Dennis was so close, on the edge. He wanted the release, but he knew Juliet wasn’t about to give it. Not yet. “Unless you want me to come,” he panted, “you better fuck me now.”
“Well, maybe you should come then,” she replied. “Spray it all over my ass.”
“No, I don’t think so,” he said. He grabbed her feet and pulled her back to the edge of the bed, then said, “Get up on your knees.” She did. He pressed the head of his cock against her lips. She was still moist from coming. He grabbed a handful of her long hair and pulled her head back, then placed his other hand on her hip and began to bury his cock in her. Her pussy was tight. He felt it clamp down on his cock.
“Oh shit!” she cried out between moans as he penetrated her. “I’ve never had such a thick cock in me.”
He pumped slowly and gently in and out of her,” allowing her pussy time to adjust to his girth. It was almost all he could do not to explode instantly. Her body responded physically to every inch of him that she took inside her. She was hot, wet, tight.
“Harder!” she moaned, almost under her breath, as she pushed back into him.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” he said. “You want it hard? No holds barred?” He pushed harder in her with each thrust, and with each thrust there was a smacking sound as his hips butted up against her round ass, making it shake.
Juliet looked out the window to the apartments across the street. There was a man standing in a window watching them. He was tall and thin. She watched as he stroked his cock in unison with the fucking she was getting. She grew hotter. He watched her get pounded, her breasts heaving back and forth. She thrust herself back even harder against Dennis’s thrusts.
Her legs began to buckle, and she cried out, “Fuck, I’m going to come again!” Now she was shouting, “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Her legs trembled and shook as she exploded. It was clear from his breathing that he was close too. She lurched forward so that his cock slid out. In one motion she rolled over and sat in front of him, then grabbed his cock and jerked him fast and hard.
“You want it?” he asked.
“Give it to me,” she said. “I want to feel your come all over my breasts.”
She tightened her grip, and with two more strokes hot come began streaming from his cock. He groaned and placed his hands on her shoulders to keep from falling down. He felt like he had never come so hard. He leaned forward, collapsing onto the bed.
Juliet peered out the window. The man across the way was still watching, even as he smeared his own come all over the window with his cock. Then the man closed his curtains, leaving her smiling sheepishly.
Juliet got up, and with Dennis lying there, went and closed the curtains and turned out the lights. By the time she returned to the bed he was already snoring. She slid under the covers and covered him up as well, then drifted off to sleep.
It was early morning when Juliet awoke. The first light of dawn peeked through the opening in the curtains. She wondered if the horny man across the way would be at his window watching. She slid out of bed, tiptoed to the window and peeked between the curtains. Across the way the curtains were open but she didn’t see him. She noticed that the smeared come was no longer on the window.
She made her way across the room and found the bathroom. She decided that what she needed was a nice long hot shower. When she finally made her way back to the bedroom, she found Dennis standing naked next to the window. The curtains were completely open.
“I see our friend from last night is back,” he said.
“Oh really,” Juliet said. “I didn’t know if you saw him watching us. Shall we give him another show?” As they stood naked in front of the window, she slid her arms around him from behind. They pretended not to notice that he was there, that he was watching them. He was fully dressed this time, but his eyes were glued to them. “I say we give him a quick show before I go,” she said. “What do you think?”
“Just what’d you have in mind?” he replied.
“This,” she said, dropping to her knees and sucking his limp cock in her mouth while gently stroking his balls. He let out an instant groan. As he began to harden, he stretched her lips farther and farther apart. She stroked his shaft and held it in place while she caressed the head with her tongue. She flicked it back and forth over the head a few more times, then took him back in her mouth. He reached down, weaving his fingers in her hair while he pumped in and out of her mouth.
Occasionally Dennis sneaked a glance out of the corner of his eye to see if his neighbor was still watching. He knew he was lucky to be fucking such a hot-ass woman, and he knew how the man in the window must feel, knowing he would prob ably never get so lucky.
The heat radiating from her mouth and the silky smoothness of her tongue was insanely intense—every flit of the tongue, every gasp for air each time she came up. Dennis could tell Juliet loved to suck cock. Some women just slobber on it and bob up and down, but she was different. He could tell that every stroke gave her great pleasure.
It wasn’t two minutes before he was ready to come again, and she pushed him toward it. Each time she went down, she took him farther into her throat. The last time, she engulfed his cock and just held him there sucking him while he damn near tickled her tonsils. It was more than he could take, and he soon felt the come rushing upward through his cock and then pouring into her mouth.
As Dennis’s cock heaved in Juliet’s mouth, he let out groans of pleasure and gripped her hair tighter. When he was done, she pulled back and opened her mouth for him to see the load he’d just planted there, then swallowed it down. He helped her to her feet. She kissed him. He tasted remnants of his juices on her lips.
Breaking the kiss, she giggled and said, “I really must be going. I have to get home to my husband.”
“I didn’t know you were married,” he said. “There isn’t going to be some guy come kick my ass now, is there?”
“It’s okay,” she assured him. “You have nothing to worry about. Thank you for such a nice evening and a good morning.”
They both waved to the man across the way and laughed. Dennis walked Juliet to the door and kissed her good-bye. He’d offered her a ride, but she said she didn’t live far and preferred to walk.
After she left, he walked back to the window. The friendly watcher was gone. He looked down and saw Juliet leaving the building. He watched how her ass swayed as if waving goodbye while she crossed the street. Then he watched, astonished, as she headed straight for the building directly across the street. He” couldn’t be lieve it—she lived in the building across the street! He left the window and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge.
Juliet couldn’t wait to get home. In the cool of the morning, with her hair still wet from the shower and her nipples erect, she had felt Dennis’s gaze on her from the window, and made sure to put a little extra swing into each step just for him, smiling as she did so. She was getting a lot of looks, and with her ass half hanging out of her dress, she figured people thought she was a hooker. And the thought excited her.
Going up in the elevator she recapped the events of the previous night in her mind. The taste of Dennis’s sweet nectar lingered on her lips. In her apartment she called out, “I’m home,” as she kicked her heels off.
“I see you had a good time,” came the reply from across the room.
“I told you he could be had, and you could watch,” she said. “Did you enjoy your show?”
“Mmm, you know I did,” he said. “Did you tell him you were married?”
“Of course I did,” she said. “Now let’s see if he can put two and two together.”
They made their way to the window just as Dennis returned to his window with his bottle of water, and looked down at the street. He was still in shock that Juliet lived so close and he never knew. He’d have to start paying more attention! He wondered if he would ever see her again.
He looked up, toward the window where their watcher had stood, and to his amaze ment there she was! She waved. A few moments later there was the man, standing beside her. She pointed to her wedding ring and then to the man next to her. They both started laughing.
Well, I’ll be damned, Dennis thought. He smiled and waved back, then looked on, waiting for the show to be gin. —G.W., Peoria, Illinois