I went to Melanie’s house to bring her a portable closet I’d promised which I no longer needed. I knocked, and she peered out the window and said to come in, she’d be out in a minute. The door was unlocked, so I walked in and shut it behind me. No one else was home. The youngest was at his dad’s, and the older kids were at friends’ for the night. Melanie’s husband (not the kids’ father) was gone for the weekend, I think it was on a fishing trip with his brother. Anyway, he had left before she got home from work.
I stood in the living room and waited. After a while I went out and got the first of the closet pieces from my car and put them in the older son’s room. When I walked back in the living room I got an instant erection that hurt ever so bad in my tight jeans. Melanie was standing in front of me wearing just a pair of blue silk thong panties and a sheer light blue blouse top that didn’t close in the front and left nothing to the imagination. No words were exchanged. I just stood there silently with my mouth hanging open.
When our daughter (I’ll call her Cheryl) came home from college for Christmas break, my husband and I meant to take her on a weekend ski trip. We’d pulled out all the stops, even booking a deluxe suite that had its own hot tub!
Well, leave it to my husband to break his leg just before we were supposed to go skiing! When it happened I suggested staying home with him, but he wouldn’t hear of it, saying that Cheryl and I should go and enjoy ourselves. I had to admit I didn’t mind going alone with my daughter. Though we were very close when she was younger, we had grown apart over the years, and I was hoping that the ski trip would be an ideal opportunity to spend some quality time with her.
Cheryl and I hit the slopes as soon as we arrived, and had a great time. On one of the more difficult hills she raced well ahead of me, and when I finally made it to the bottom I found her talking with a trio of young men about her age. They were laughing and having a good time, and I figured that would put an end to our togetherness.
After being widowed, remarried and divorced I planned to remain single, since I had an incurable habit of not being able to keep my steaming panties on. If some good-looking guy made a pass at me, I would catch it with open legs and a wet pussy.
Luckily, my first husband loved me dearly and understood my nympho mania he always welcomed me home regardless of my indiscretions. However, my second husband found and read part of one of my diaries and was unable to get it up for me after knowing I’d been intimate with all those men. I tried to get him to understand my past, but just days after he married me he moved into the guest room. I went back to an old lover’s bed to get a healthy hard cock, then on to divorce court, shortly becoming a free woman who still had hot pants.
I dated several men each week to avoid anyone becoming possessive or” attached. I also got the variety I enjoyed so much. The men were aware I” was seeing others while seeing them, and the competition seemed to invig orate their sex drives. The only thing I” really missed was the warmth and security you have when you’re in a loving relationship and wake up most mornings in the arms of the man you love. The only times I didn’t sleep with my first husband were the nights when I was traveling on business or he was off with the guys.
I was pleasantly surprised to receive a call from my first husband Ray’s neph ew Jamie, who was in town and wanted to take me out to dinner. I had always enjoyed him visiting us during summer vacations, up until he got his first summer job when he was 16, and I looked forward to seeing him again. He had a big feud with his parents Ray’s sister and brother-in-law and moved to the West Coast, where he had been since he” was 19. Before he left he visited us one last time, and though we’d spoken occasionally on the phone, that was the last time I’d seen him.
The man I was supposed to go to a” NASCAR race with for the weekend wasn’t at all happy when I broke the news to him, but a good dose of pussy has a way of soothing a man’s hurt ego, and we made arrangements to do some thing together later.
I had suggested to Jamie that we go to my club, where we could get a table in the corner and enjoy visiting without being pressured to vacate the table. When I called to make a reservation, I specifically requested a secluded table.
I may be older, but I love sexy lin gerie, since it makes me feel younger than my years, so I don’t even own any other type of undies. I decided to wear all white lingerie with a light blue button-up dress hemmed two inches above my knees. I left the two top buttons undone, enough to show the deep cleavage between my 34Cs—on that last visit Jamie paid us before moving out West, I remembered him stealing looks down my blouse.
I took a final look in the mirror before going down to wait for Jamie and thought, well, you don’t look bad for a 56-year-old, but behave yourself tonight, this is Ray’s nephew! I reminded myself that when he phoned, he still called me “Aunt Kelly.”
My thoughts were interrupted by the” doorbell. I answered it to find that Jamie had grown up to be quite a handsome man, to put it mildly. Just looking at him had my whole body tingling. He leaned down, kissed each of my cheeks and gave me a warm hug—until I grabbed my purse and said we better hurry and not be late.
We were hardly out of the driveway when Jamie apologized for not being able to attend Uncle Ray’s services. I told him I understood that his personal situation at the time made him unable to get away, and not to give it another thought. For myself, I was glad to have that subject out of the way—now we could have a much better reunion.
As I got out of the car, I noticed Jamie checking out my legs, and undoubtedly catching a flash of lace. The look in his eyes told me he was just as curious as he’d been on that last visit before he moved out West. I took the arm he offered as we walked in.
Jamie and I enjoyed a wonderful night of reminiscing. I was careful not to drink too much, but he really socked it away, so as we left, I said that I was driv ing and he was staying at the house until morning, whether he liked it or not. He just gave me a little look that said you’re the boss.
At the house I showed him upstairs to the guest room and said we would finish our talk in the morning. I went back down to lock up and get a glass of wine to take up with me. I saw that Jamie’s light was out and figured that he was too. Before I turned in to my room I pushed the door partway closed, leaving it partly open so I could hear if I was needed.
I stripped to my panties and sat down at my bedroom vanity to brush my hair while I enjoyed my wine. When I finished it, I decided I wanted another glass. When I got up to go downstairs, I thought I saw a shadow in the hallway, but I figured it was my eyes adjusting. When I came back up I stepped on a wet spot in my doorway, and thinking it was wine, I went back to clean it up. It sure wasn’t wine! I quickly determined that it was semen. Ohmygod! Jamie had been watching and jerking himself off while I sat there nearly nude?
Which made me wonder if he was all that drunk or just putting on, knowing that I wouldn’t let him drive? I slipped on my robe and went to the guest room, where I found him sleeping peacefully. I turned on the bedside lamp and sat down on the bed, causing him to roll over and rub his eyes.
He asked what was going on, and I handed him the sticky tissue I’d used to wipe up the semen. I said, “I suppose I” should be mad at you, but frankly I’m flattered to think you would get excited from seeing this old body.”
I saw he was really embarrassed, so” I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips and told him it was all right, except he should stop calling me Aunt Kelly, since I really wasn’t his aunt. He said he was sorry, and especially about making a mess. “You started for the door at the wrong time,” he said, “and I just tried to get away quick.”
“Let’s just forget about it, Jamie,” I said. “I’m a lonely woman. Would you mind if I slept with you tonight? It would mean so much to me even if you only held me.”
He looked as if he didn’t believe me. After a pause he said, “I would like that too. But you should know that I’m naked under this sheet.”
I stood up and said, “Then I should be naked too,” and slowly dropped my” robe. I looked straight at him while I” slipped off my panties. His eyes dropped to my bush and he stammered, “Ohmygod, Kelly, I’ve wanted to see you up close like this ever since I was old enough to know the difference between boys and girls.”
I slipped in bed with him and encir cled his throbbing erection with my hand. “You grew up to be one hell of a man,” I said. “The last time I saw that thing was when you were about five, and now look at it. It’s just huge!”
His hands weren’t idle but were eagerly exploring my body. He checked out my breasts and swollen nips, then slipped one hand down and ran his fingers through my pubic hair. Then he completely cupped my vulva.
He trembled and asked me to stop stroking him or he would have another accident. I gave the base of his impressive erection—a full seven inches, and nice and thick—a good hard squeeze to keep him from coming, then lay back to let him have his way with me. He con tinued to kiss my ears, neck, lips and breasts, stimulating me until I couldn’t stand it and said, “Please, Jamie, I need you to fuck me now.”
He raised himself up above me and said, “Are you sure about this?”
As I raised and spread my knees, I said, “Yes, Jamie, we’re just a man and woman who want each other, and there isn’t anything wrong with that.”
I felt his blunt glans part my labia and he nudged his way in to find my entrance, then slipped his entire length up my slippery cunt. He held still for a moment, then proceeded to give me an unbelievable fucking. I met every one of his strokes with one of my own, working toward orgasm together.
It wasn’t like the usual lust-driven first-time fuck, but more like the blending of our souls, the way I had felt with Jamie’s Uncle Ray. His climax hit him like a tidal wave, and feeling the volleys of his hot cream hit the back wall of my vagina set off my climax. I felt his arms encircling me like a warm cocoon as my pussy spasmed again and again around his throbbing cock, milking every last drop of come.
As we lay cuddling and basking in the afterglow of beautiful sex, I realized we hadn’t just fucked, we had made love. I knew he’d felt the same when he whispered, “That was beautiful, Kelly. I” can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting to make love to you. I love you, and have forever, and I can only hope that I” can win your love if you can share it again. Will you marry me, Kelly?”
I turned and kissed his lips tenderly, then told him to listen carefully to what I was about to say. “First of all,” I began, “let me tell you that I just had the best sex I’ve had since the last time your Uncle Ray made love to me, just a few hours before he was killed. But I have to tell you, there are things about me you don’t know, and you wouldn’t want to know about someone you think you love. Besides that, I’m much older, and I would soon become a burden to you. It would be best if we just remained friends, sweetheart.”
Jamie kissed me and said, “It’s only fair that I’m honest with you. When I visited you and Uncle Ray that last time before I moved to California, I got so worked up lying in bed fantasizing about you that when you guys went to” bed, I sneaked out in the hall and peeked in your bedroom and watched you strip down to your panties and brush your hair like you did tonight, and” I watched you lie down on the bed.
“Then Uncle Ray removed your panties and looked closely at your pussy, and said, “‘Somebody really fucked the hell out of my sweet little wife today. You’re full of come.’ His cock was as hard as mine was tonight, and he climbed on and got what he referred to” as “‘the greatest sloppy seconds on earth.’ And you told him he wasn’t getting seconds, but fourths or fifths, and you went into great detail about the dirty things some other man did to you earlier that day. All that time I was jerking off, dreaming about being the man who did those things with you.”
Jamie mounted me and once again made sweet love to me. This time when it was over we were exhausted and fell contentedly to sleep wrapped in one another’s arms.
I was the first to wake up the next morning. I slipped out to the bathroom, and thought about washing my come-crusted pussy but decided against it. I” went down to the kitchen and got a couple of glasses of orange juice, and went back upstairs to wake Jamie, who was sleeping peacefully on his back.
I eased the sheet back, then dropped to my knees beside the bed and carefully lifted his flaccid cock from where it” slept. I took it in my mouth, and it responded quickly, filling my mouth. I” proceeded to give him the best blowjob I was capable of, until he gushed his come down my throat.
He pulled me up on the bed and ate and fucked me for the next two hours, until hunger drove us downstairs to eat breakfast. We spent most of the day talking. Finally I admitted I loved him too but wasn’t sure that I could ever change my ways because of my nymphomania. I doubted I could remain faithful to him or any other man.
He assured me that he was fully aware of that and found my cheating as” arousing as his Uncle Ray had. He suggested we experiment by my going out and having a good time, then returning to him. I decided that this would certainly put him to a test, and me as well, and suggested that he watch from behind the upstairs railing while I did the guy on the sofa,
I accepted a dinner date on Friday with a man named Nat, a guy I’d been with a number of times. I stressed to him that I had to be home early because I had a houseguest. He walked me to my door shortly after nine, and I invited him in for a nightcap. I poured two small glasses of wine and sat beside him on the sofa, saying my guest must have gone to bed early.
As I suspected, Nat wasted little time beginning to make out. I knew that he’d be horny as hell because I hadn’t given him any for six weeks and he wouldn’t go out with anyone except me. I like Nat, but he’s only a piece of ass to me—he just happens to have an eight-inch cock that’s as thick as my arm. I thought that if Jamie could handle seeing him pleasure me with that pussy-stretcher, then he could probably handle my lifestyle.
Things progressed rapidly, and Nat soon had my dress around my waist and my wet panties dangling on one ankle while he ate my pussy like a starving man until I squalled loudly as I” came in his face. He laid me down lengthways on the sofa and climbed up” between my legs, aligned his meaty monster with my pink gash and slid it in my slick cunt inch by inch until he was fully embedded.
I moaned and told him how I loved his huge cock and urged him to fuck me hard. He gave me just what I asked for. There wasn’t any love in the way he rammed that meaty appendage relentlessly in and out of my greedy snatch until his orgasm burst. I knew this man came more than the average man, and he certainly unloaded a cuntful that time. His long flaccid cock stayed inside me as he remained lodged in the cradle of my thighs.
“You are one fantastic piece of ass, Kelly,” he said, “for sure the best I’ve ever had. What do you say we finish the night up in your bed?”
“No,” I said, “I told you I had a houseguest and you couldn’t sleep over. Even this is risky.” He quickly began getting another erection and soon was fucking me again. Twenty minutes later I sent him packing after receiving another creamy douche from his nozzle.
I had slipped my panties back on before getting up off the sofa, and they were totally awash with Nat’s come when I climbed the stairs and fell into Jamie’s arms. He helped me to the bedroom, where he removed my dress, bra, garter belt and hose before laying me on the bed. I thought of all the times Ray had loomed over me with a steel-hard cock just like Jamie’s at the moment as he reached to remove my sodden panties.
Jamie stared at my ravaged fresh-fucked cunt for nearly two minutes before saying, “That is the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. Would you think I” was crazy if I told you I want to kiss it” right now?”
I told him to do anything he felt like doing, and a moment later he was kissing my tender clit, then gently sucking on it, sending delicious tremors through my body. He soon mounted me and made tender love to me for over an hour. Afterwards he held me and told me how much he had enjoyed his first sloppy seconds.
“You got thirds tonight,” I corrected him. “But they don’t get much sloppier than a man with a huge cock and large loads leaves.”
He was instantly erect and on me again. This was just a sample of the night of passion to come. The next morning he told me he would love to have a wife that would come home and serve him sloppy seconds without shame or guilt.
Three weeks later Jamie and I were married.—K.S., Clarksville, Tennessee
This year my husband and I decided to do something a little different for the holidays. We were so tired of the stress that comes with having dozens of people over that we figured we would get away, and for a touch of real winter we decided to spend a week at one of the North Lake Tahoe ski resorts.
In mid-November, when my best friend Gwen asked what we were doing for the holidays, I told her about our plan, and she said what a great idea that was. She said she wished she and Hal could do something like that.
I said, “Why can’t you?”
She couldn’t come up with much of a reason other than feeling guilty about not being with her relatives. I told her Stephen and I would love it if they came with us, and if she wanted we could probably still get another room at the lodge, so why didn’t she think about it and discuss it with Hal? I pointed out that we should probably all take advantage of not having kids yet, since once we do, we’ll never be able to get away like this. “Anyway, you’ll be seeing all your family at Thanksgiving,” I said. “Won’t that be enough aggravation for one holiday season?”
That night Gwen called and said that she and Hal were going to join us. I was really excited. Stephen and I had vacationed with them a couple of times and we always had a fantastic time together. So we started planning. First we booked the second room at this wonderful lodge that had been recommended to us. With Christmas on a Monday, the plan was to drive up Saturday morning the 23rd. Stephen and I volunteered to drive, and Hal and Gwen were responsible for snacks and drinks, knowing there would be mini-refrigerators in our rooms.
When the time came, Gwen brought enough alcohol to last more than the week we would be staying. I can always count on her to be in charge of the important things! With holiday traffic the drive took about five hours, but the scen ery was so beautiful that time pretty much flew. A couple of hours out of the city snow had already started to fall. It really put us in the Christmas spirit.
We checked in around four that after noon and were pleased to find out that our rooms were right next to each other. We made our way up to the second floor to drop our bags off and freshen up, then head down to the bar on the main floor. Besides the bar itself there was a collection of tables and booths you could bring your drinks over to.
We sat in a circular booth for four across from a picture window that showcased the falling snow outside. We sat and talked for hours, finishing drink after drink, until I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk straight if I got up. I started drinking water, but it didn’t help much, so I figured I’d go up to the room and lay down before dinner. The others were having such a good time, I insisted they stay. “I’ll set my alarm for an hour,” I said, “and I’ll be as good as new.”
When I got up out of the booth, Hal volunteered to walk with me, saying he wanted to change his shirt—Gwen had spilled a little wine on it earlier. No one thought much of his announcement, and he and I walked up to the second floor together. Once I started moving around, I realized I wasn’t as drunk as I thought, and a short nap would do the trick. Hal walked me to my door, then went next door to his and Gwen’s room.
I pulled my very warm sweater over my head and slid my jeans off, opting to sleep in my bra and panties. I had just drifted off when I heard a knock at the door. I was so startled that I jumped out of bed without realizing I barely had anything on. I cracked the door open and found Hal standing there. I was still pretty sleepy when I let him in but even so noticed that he couldn’t stop staring at my chest. I realized I was standing there in my very sheer bra.
“I’m so sorry, Rachel,” he stammered. “I just wanted to be sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine,” I said in my sleepy voice. “I had just fallen asleep a moment ago.”
I’m not sure why I didn’t reach for a towel to cover myself up. I guess it was a combination of there not being one close by and my severe lack of shyness. I used to pose in the nude for art classes, and this wasn’t much different.
I didn’t count on seeing Hal’s cock jerk to life in his pants, though. Sudden ly I was imagining what it looked like, and what it would taste like. I quickly remembered that Hal is my best friend’s husband and that I have a husband of my own. However, that didn’t stop my nipples from becoming erect and poking through the sheer bra.
Hal seemed mesmerized by my protruding nipples. He stood there staring at them until he finally snapped out of it. “I should go, Rachel,” he blurted out and practically ran out the door.
Feeling disappointed and relieved at the same time, I crawled back into bed and fingered myself until I fell back asleep, thinking the entire time of having Hal inside me. I woke up about 45 minutes later, still really aroused thinking about Hal staring at my tits. They’re bigger than Gwen’s, and I imagined Hal feeling tremendous temptation to reach out and feel them.
I was getting turned on again, and figured I better hop in the shower before I got so worked up that I further delayed myself. By the time I got back downstairs, everyone was ready for dinner, which was perfect because I was starved.
During the meal Hal and I exchanged a couple of glances, and I felt my pussy getting damp. I slid Stephen’s hand up my skirt to feel it. Hal and Gwen didn’t seem to notice, so my husband kept his hand between my legs, strumming my clit through my panties for the rest of dinner. By the end I was ready to explode! We had an after-dinner drink, then decided to call it a night.
We all walked up to our rooms and said good night. Once Stephen and I were inside, he asked what had gotten into me. I decided to gamble and tell him the truth: that earlier I answered the door in my bra and panties and it really turned me on to have Hal see me almost naked. I thought Stephen’s cock was going to burst through his pants!
He said something I never would have imagined: that he’d love to watch another guy have his way with me.
“What about Hal?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said. “Especially if Gwen’s there to watch too.”
Gwen and I had talked once very briefly about couples who swapped partners, and although she didn’t come right out and say it, I got the feeling she was interested in watching her husband fuck another woman. Stephen and I were getting so turned on by the possi bility that we started groping each other and pulling one another’s clothes off. We didn’t even bother with foreplay, just got right to fucking—he bent me over the bed and fucked me urgently.
He knows exactly how I like it, and loves when I talk dirty while he’s inside me. I kept telling him to imagine Hal spreading my legs open and entering my tight hole, feeling how hot and wet my pussy is. I said I might even let Hal fuck my ass. I barely got the sentence out before it pushed Stephen over the edge. He grabbed my hips and while pounding me as hard as he could released his come inside me.
I laid down on the bed on my back and spread my legs, inviting Stephen to play with my pussy until I came. He slid two fingers in me easily, with his come lubricating my opening. Then he placed his mouth on my clit and delicately licked and sucked it. I guess it’s because he loves eating my pussy so much that he’s gotten so good at it. I begged him to slide another finger in my already-stretched hole while continuing to munch on my engorged clit. As he pumped his fingers in and out of me, his teeth tugged gently on my clit. As soon as I felt his teeth on it I knew I would explode. He kept finger-fucking me and lapping at my pussy while still biting on my clit until I exploded.
Completely exhausted, I was just drifting off when my husband whispered, “Let’s plan on that happening again tomorrow, but with Hal fucking you instead of me.”
I felt my pussy getting hot again but wondered out loud how that would be possible. Stephen made a confession. When Hal and I left Gwen and him alone earlier, she apparently put her hand on his thigh and said she’d love to get to know him better. He asked her what Hal and I would think about that, and she replied that her husband had no problem with it. She said she didn’t think I would mind either.
At first I was shocked that Gwen would be so bold. Then I realized I was guilty of pretty much the same thing. I asked Stephen what he thought about it all, and he said it would really turn him on to fuck Gwen while he watched Hal fuck me. I said I felt the same way. He told me that Gwen was going to sug gest all of this to Hal that night, and if he went for it, she would invite us to their room tomorrow for cocktails. If I agreed we would accept their invitation, and if I didn’t agree we would decline.
The prospect of swapping spouses without any words being spoken but everyone knowing what was going to happen was so exciting that I felt my pussy ache! Both of us got so turned on again that we fucked once more, this time moaning and screaming so loud that we knew Hal and Gwen would hear us. We figured we’d give them a preview of what they were going to get the next day! They responded by doing the exact same thing, maybe even loud er. This was some game we were all playing! I couldn’t wait for the next day when it would really begin.
Around noon on Sunday Gwen knocked on our door. Stephen answered. She wanted to know if we would like to come to their room that afternoon around four for some pre-dinner cocktails. Stephen said we would love to, and I watched them flash each other knowing looks. I waved to Gwen and added that we were going to do some wandering around town but would be there promptly at four. Everyone smiled, and we pretended like we didn’t know that all of us would be fucking each other shortly.
Stephen and I showered and got dressed and left the hotel for a couple of hours to wander. Neither of us mentioned the plans at all, but I could barely wait for four o’clock. We stopped in a bar and had a couple of drinks to try and relax. Stephen asked if I had any hesitation and wanted to back out. I assured him I was all for this, and he said he felt the same.
We paid our bill and went back to the hotel. We stopped off at our room first to drop some things off, and Stephen suggested that I bring my vibrator, just in case. “Hey, you never know,” he said, smiling. I threw it in my purse, and we headed next door. Stephen knocked, and Gwen invited us in. Hal was at the counter where all the liquor bottles were, mixing drinks. Stephen and I asked for vodka martinis. Hal said he and Gwen were drinking the same. I guess everyone realized a stiff drink would be helpful!
Their room, like ours, had a living room separate from the bedroom. We made our way over to the two couches and watched some TV. After about 20 minutes our drinks were nearly empty, and Gwen popped up to make another round. Stephen offered to help, leaving me and Hal alone on the couch. He leaned over and whispered how turned on he got yesterday when he saw me in my bra and panties. I replied that I had gotten so excited, I masturbated to the thought of him being inside me. He let out a whimper, and I saw his cock jump in his pants, like it did yesterday.
I looked up and saw my husband and Gwen whispering about something while they made the drinks. I turned back to Hal and told him how tense I had been and asked if he would mind rubbing my shoulders. I knew it was clich , but I also thought it would be an effective way to get the ball rolling. I turned away from him on the couch and he started massaging me. Stephen and Gwen came over with the drinks and resumed their places on the other couch, watching me and Hal.
It was getting dark outside, and the only light we had was what came from the TV. Gwen got up and pulled the curtains shut and lit a few candles. Stephen watched us as Hal kept rubbing me and I unbuttoned my shirt. By the time Gwen rejoined Stephen on the couch, my shirt was half off and my shoulders were bare.
Gwen slid her hand up Stephen’s thigh and found his hard cock waiting for her. When she started rubbing it through his jeans, he leaned back and enjoyed himself. Hal slid my bra straps off my shoulders and rubbed my arms. Gwen kept fondling Stephen, and we all watched what we were all doing to each other. Hal peeled my bra off, exposing me to him—and to Stephen and Gwen, who couldn’t take their eyes off of us, watching Hal play with my tits, squeezing my nipples and making my pussy wet in the process. I leaned my back into him so he could watch himself play with my tits. He removed his hands from my breasts long enough to lick his fingers, so that when he squeezed my nipples again, they were wet with his saliva.
Gwen unzipped Stephen’s jeans and gasped when she saw the size of his hard-on. She obviously couldn’t wait to suck on it, and quickly put her mouth around it. I felt my clit swell up while I watched my best friend blow my husband. She was on her knees between his legs, sucking away, when Hal observed that his wife had the right idea, then got up off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of me.
“I’ve been dying to taste your pussy for a long time, Rachel,” he said, pushing my skirt up and revealing my sheer panties. While he spread my legs, he leaned in and tongued my clit through my panties. I slid them off so he could have full access. My legs were spread and I was propped up on my elbows so I could watch everything he did to my pussy. He licked every inch of it and lapped up all of my juice as he inserted two fingers in me.
“I have a better idea,” I said, and reached for my purse on the couch. I pulled my vibrator out and handed it to Hal, begging him to fuck me with it. I looked over at Stephen being deep-throated by Gwen. I thought he would explode on the spot! I thought I would too, really. I was so turned on watching them while having Hal’s tongue work my pussy over that I knew I’d come as soon as my vibrator was inside me.
Hal raised the vibe to my mouth and slid it past my lips so I could suck on it to lube it up for my pussy. Not just Hal but my husband watched me blow my vibrator! It felt amazing to be able to give him a show like this. Hal pulled the vibrator out of my mouth and inserted it in my pussy and then started fucking me with it. My pussy swallowed the entire eight inches, and he fucked me with it until I came.
“I’m next,” Hal said, sliding me off the couch so I was straddling him and sliding down on his fire pole. I fucked him with Stephen watching. Gwen stopped blowing him long enough to get on top of him backwards, so both of them could watch Hal and me fuck. While I rode his cock, he grabbed my ass, staring at my tits as they bounced up and down in front of him.
Gwen was doing a great job riding my husband. He reached around and rubbed her clit, making her moan louder than anyone else in the room. “I like how you’re fucking my husband,” I said to her.
“And I like watching you fuck mine,” she said.
As I neared climax, I bounced even harder on Hal’s cock. He was telling me how good my pussy felt and how he was going to shoot all his come inside of me. I said, “I want to feel your liquid squirting in my pussy.” Almost immediately he released his load. I collapsed on top of him.
Stephen and Gwen continued their fuckfest. It was an incredible turn-on watching them with each other, especially while he fingered her pussy to orgasm while he was still inside of her. He grabbed onto Gwen’s hips and rammed his cock as hard as he could in her, and drained his load.
All of us lay there drained. I wondered if they were all thinking the same thing I was: when our next holiday getaway would be!—R.P., San Francisco, California
When my husband asked how I would feel about retracing our honeymoon trip through the beautiful Sierra Nevada for our 12th anniversary, I said I loved the idea. So that’s what we did!
We drove back to our old hometown, where we’d booked separate rooms at a motel for the night before—re-creating the night before we actually got married, when each of us was at home with our parents. The next morning I went to a salon where I had an appointment to have my hair and nails done. After that I avoided seeing Rich all day.
When he knocked on my door to escort me to dinner, then begin our hon eymoon trip, I was dressed and ready. I had found an outfit similar to my original going-away ensemble, includ ing lingerie much the same as I’d worn on our wedding night. We had a terrific dinner. Rich made a lovely toast to our future and a great marriage, and we danced together to the jukebox before making the hour drive to the lodge where we had spent our wedding night. We found our room waiting, along with a bot tle of my favorite sparkling wine on ice!
We made another toast. Then Rich surprised me with a handwritten vow to exchange. I read it: “I, Betsy, take you, Rich, to be my beloved husband, to love, honor and cherish, promising to be unfaithful but honest with my husband for as long as we both shall live.”
Then he read the vow he had written for himself: “I, Rich, take you, Betsy, to be my unfaithful wife, to love, honor and cherish for as long as we both shall live.”
We set aside our glasses and embraced. While we kissed passionately, his hands clutched my ass, pulling me tight against his raging erection, just as he did 12 years before! I unzipped his trousers, releasing the cock I love so dearly, then dropped to my knees to lick and kiss it. I worked his pants and shorts down until they bunched at his ankles and he was able to kick them off, having somehow gotten his shoes off already. I looked up to see that he’d also finished stripping—just the way I’d first seen my husband nude!
Oh, we’d had sex for over two years before we got married. But we hadn’t been nude together a single time! For us sex meant Rich baring my breasts and feeling me up until we were both too hot to stop, then me taking my pant ies off one leg while he rolled on a rubber and us having hurried intercourse in the car while he kept an eye out for other cars coming. That made our wedding night very special to us.
All these years later I felt Rich tug on my shoulders and help me to my feet. He unbuttoned my blouse and removed it along with my bra, releasing my 34C tits. He kissed my nipples and fondled my soft mounds while unzipping my skirt and letting it drop to the floor. It gave him quite a start to find that I was wearing a long-legged panty girdle sim ilar to the one my mother had insisted I wear on my wedding night.
My parents were avid church members, and they were sure their little girl went to the alter an innocent virgin. My mother would have fallen over in a dead faint if she had known the truth. Even Rich wasn’t aware of the whole truth. Granted, he had popped my cherry, but I had experimented a little, and I had a bunch of one-night stands as many as five? while we were dating.
Rich knelt at my feet to tug the skintight girdle down and off, taking the gartered hose along with it. I stood before him then in the same type of high-waisted granny panties my mother said all good girls wore. He smiled up at me and said, “You didn’t really have to go this far, honey. I’m going to take these off and don’t ever want to see you in any like them again.” I promised he wouldn’t as he rid me of them and nuzzled his face deep in my pussy.
Still on his knees, he walked me back ward to the bed and sat me on the side of it and gave me some of the best head I’d ever had. His tongue knew my pussy well, and knew just what it takes to bring me to a quick, strong climax. He pushed my knees back to fully expose my slit. As he moved up to mount me, I saw that he was sheathed in a rubber. I reached down and pulled it off, saying, “No rubber tonight, baby. We’re married, and I want it bareback.” The very words I had used on our wedding night!
Rich entered me slowly, allowing me to savor the glorious feeling of his long, thick cock immersing itself in me while we looked in one another’s eyes. My motion was limited by the position he had my legs in, but I exercise my vagi na muscles frequently, so I was able to clasp and release his cock in time with his thrusts until he exploded, just as I reached my peak. I felt the warm wetness of his come spreading through me and seeping out around his still-embed ded cock.
As we cuddled and recovered, I told Rich we should make a new beginning on this trip. I said I wanted to pledge my love and promise to be faithful to him in the future. I had first cheated on my new husband with his best man just weeks after we were married, and Rich knew about it the very next morning. He wasn’t mad, and only demanded that I tell him every detail and give him sloppy seconds.
I’ve had many lovers since, always returning to Rich without cleaning myself up. But I loved only him and the wonderful love we made together. He was all I needed.
He mounted me once again and said, “I don’t want you to be faithful, honey. Remember, you promised just an hour ago to be un-faithful, and that, sweetheart, is what has kept our sex life so intense and strong as the years have gone by.”
This time we fucked hard and fast, with my hips meeting Rich’s every thrust. He slammed into me until we came simultaneously, blending our hot juices again. We slept, and I was awoken in the night as he was climbing on to slip the wood to me again for a pleasant sleepy fuck.
We woke up early and after knocking off a steamy piece of ass ordered room-service breakfast. I remained in bed with just the sheet over my nude body while a young black man wheeled our breakfast into the room. When Rich’s back was to me as he tipped the waiter, I caught the guy’s eye by winking and flashed him my tits and a little glimpse of my bush.
When I told Rich what I’d done, our food was forgotten. He banged the living tar out of me to demonstrate how totally my flirting and unfaithfulness turned him on. We didn’t leave the room until checkout time at 11 to continue our honeymoon trip on up to the high country.
That evening we were back at the guest ranch where we had spent six nights. I was amazed to see that it was just as I remembered it. We had dinner and went early to our cabin, where we shared another night of spousal sex. The next day we just relaxed. While we reminisced about the first time we were there, Rich reminded me about the wrangler I’d been pursued by every night when we went to the bar. He said I should’ve just fucked the poor guy! We had another night of outstanding sex.
The next day, while Rich went into town to play golf, I signed up for an after noon trail ride. That left me time to kill in the morning. I spent a couple of hours at the pool. Being fair-skinned, I have to be careful about getting too much sun, but I enjoyed lying on a lounge in the shade reading a racy romance story. I had on a white two-piece suit that showed off my body and turned a lot of heads while still being respectable.
I’d consumed a couple of margaritas and decided I had time for one more before I had to change and grab some lunch in order to get down to the barn on time. Approaching the poolside bar, I saw two of the ranch’s dude wranglers drinking lemonade, looking as if they’d just come off the trail. They eyed me like two range bulls checking out a heifer in heat. From behind my dark glasses I watched their eyes dart from my bouncing boobs to the camel toe between my legs.
I felt it worked both ways—it was only fair that I check them out too. And I liked what I saw. Both were damn good-looking and had promising bulges in their tight jeans. I acknowledged their greeting as I brushed past them to order a refill. The one nearest asked if I would allow him to buy my drink. “Okay,” I said, “but we mustn’t tell my husband, because we’re on our honeymoon.” That was to let them know I was a married woman, since I’d left my rings in the cabin. They introduced themselves as Grant and Hoss. I introduced myself and said I was going on a trail ride while my husband played golf.
Hoss said, “Grant and I will be happy to have someone as pretty as you in our afternoon group. I must say I really like your riding gear” —all the while blatantly looking me up and down. Grant clarified this, explaining that they were responsible for seeing that everyone going on the rides had a safe and enjoyable time. I thought, if this trip wasn’t so special and meaningful to Rich, it would be real easy to let these cowboys rope me and then ride me to their hearts’ content. I finished my drink and declined another. Then, ever the flirt, I said, “I have to stop and get my boots and spurs, then eat lunch, so I won’t be late to the barn.”
After enjoying a quite decent chef’s salad for lunch, I made my way to the barn looking like anything but a cowgirl. I had chosen to wear a white long-sleeved button-up blouse and skintight jeans that I struggled to button and zip, plus a big floppy hat for shade. My “boots” were tennis shoes.
The ride was fun and the scenery simply breathtaking along a winding trail that took us to a lookout and rest area on top of a mountain. There was an old-style outhouse, which I was sure glad to see. It was very clean and surprisingly clean-smelling. Somehow I managed to get my shirttail caught in my zipper when it was only about a quarter closed. I was unable to move it up or down. I came out of the outhouse holding my hat in front of me.
Spotting Grant over by a tree on the edge of the forest smoking a cigarette, I made my way over and said I had an embarrassing problem and needed a little help. I told him what it was, and he said to follow him in a minute if nobody was looking then he stepped into the trees. I found him waiting just out of sight. As I said I felt like an idiot, he dropped to his knees to inspect my zip per. He reached in my fly with one hand—much farther than I thought was necessary!—while with the other hand he tugged on the tab.
My panty crotch was already damp from Rich’s morning semen deposit, but Grant’s fingers brushing against my rapidly swelling clitoris caused it to very quickly become just plain wet. He was able to get the zipper down, freeing my blouse, but he kept his hand inside my pants. While he stood and embraced me, he slipped his hand farther down my pants and really felt me up for a few minutes, until he got a long finger under my panties and penetrated me!
Just then we heard Hoss holler for everyone to mount up. I panicked, knowing that we’d been caught, and I pushed Grant back. He told me to go back to the group while he circled around and came in from the other side. Nobody seemed to notice me coming back to the group, or him showing up a few minutes later.
The two wranglers worked together helping us mount our horses, and Grant managed to get another feel of my jean-covered cunt while he boosted me up. As we rode down the steep trail, the raised front of the saddle seat rubbed my aroused clit almost contin uously. It was just enough stimulation to keep my pussy smoking, but not enough to give me the orgasm I wanted so desperately.
Thank God, when we got back to the barn, Rich was waiting. He helped me down, and I kissed him and said I wanted to go to our cabin immediately. He thought I needed to pee, and was pleasantly surprised when, as soon as we were inside, I attacked him by going down on him. When he was fully erect, I threw myself on the bed and, while I struggled to get my jeans off, begged him to fuck me.
He pounded my pussy hard and fast until we exploded together, giving me the relief I sought, and he collapsed on top of me. He asked what had brought that on, so I told him everything that had happened, including how hot Grant had gotten me. I had tears running all down my cheeks, so he asked me what the tears were all about. I told him I felt like a whore for letting another man feel me up during our special time together.
Rich had become hard again, and as he slowly churned the fresh cream in my pussy, he said, “You know that your fooling around a little hasn’t ever hurt our relationship in any way, but instead always draws us together. And you have to admit that we always have our hottest and most incredible sex at those times. So if you’d like to have a little fun with your cowboys, you have my permission.”
We fucked intensely for the next ten minutes. At the end we shared another blissful orgasm.
We showered, and then Rich picked out my clothes for the evening and watched me dress. He picked a lacy yellow half-cup nipple-teasing bra that left the nipples totally exposed, with matching panties that were nearly transparent and struggled to contain my pubic hair. I wasn’t surprised when he handed me a little yellow low-cut sundress that revealed a good deal of cleavage as well as my nipples if I leaned forward or if someone was standing close to me.
I knew what his answer would be, but I asked if I could wear a pair of pantyhose. “No hose,” he said, and handed me my white sandals.
After dinner we joined the night crowd in the bar, where there’s dancing and partying every night. We got a table in the corner which was somewhat private and ordered drinks. Soon we were dancing. When I saw Grant and Hoss walk in about an hour later, I pointed them out to Rich. A bit later when I returned from the ladies’ room, I wasn’t prepared to find the wranglers sitting at our table with my husband!
They had shifted the seats carefully to end up with them sitting on either side of me at the small half-circle table with my husband in a chair on the outside across from me. Rich said he had bought the guys a drink to thank them for taking care of me on the ride and invited them to sit with us. I was soon dancing with all three of them in turn, and they all took advantage of the view down my bodice.
The music was all slow romantic country, which was made for close contact, and soon Grant and Hoss were pressing erections against me while we danced. Rich’s cock became rock-hard when I told him about this. He wanted to leave me there with them and go back to our cabin alone, but I said no way, that if he left, I left, but that I would let them feel me up a little if he wanted to stay a little longer.
I allowed both Grant and Hoss to feel me up and even finger-fuck me while my husband sat just across the table pretending not to notice. My hands were hardly idle. I explored both of their crotches and found that Grant was packing a regular six-shooter while his buddy Hoss was armed with a long-barrel—close to nine inches in his pants. To be truthful, it was Hoss’s cock that intrigued me, because face it, ladies and gentlemen, if a heifer is going to jump over the fence, she might as well get bred by the prize bull.
After flirting shamelessly with Hoss, I went home to bed with Rich that night, and the following nights as well—until Friday, when Grant bowed out early, saying he wasn’t feeling well and asking Hoss to see me to the cabin later. As soon as we were alone, Hoss was like a fox in the henhouse. I told him to back off or we would be headline news at breakfast the next morning. While we danced to a couple of songs, I suggested that we meet in town the next day, since it was his day off and our last full day at the ranch. He said to meet him at an easy-to-find bar at ten, then saw me back to my table and bade me good night.
I spotted the couple who were in the cabin next to ours and asked them if I could walk up with them when they were ready to go. They were sweet, asking me to join them. After we closed the bar, they saw me safely to my door. Rich was waiting for me with a hard-on, expecting some sloppy seconds. He was disappointed, but became very excited when I told him I was meeting Hoss the next day.
In the morning, I covered with my tablemates for my impending absence by announcing that I was going to visit an old high school girlfriend in town and couldn’t talk my husband into coming. Back in the cabin, Rich watched me prepare for my little adventure. I chose a lacy bra and white cotton bikini panties, with jeans and a modest top. I thanked Rich for understanding my un controllable urges, then kissed him and said I’d see him about lunchtime.
He said, “If you’re having a good time, just call the lodge and leave a message for me saying you’re having dinner with Josie and will try to be back by midnight.”
When I arrived at the bar shortly after ten, Hoss was waiting. He greeted me with a hug and a kiss that lingered longer than it should have, attracting the attention of the others in the bar. While we had a beer, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. When we were ready to leave, he bought a case of beer and a bag of ice. The nine other people in the place knew damn well we were on our way someplace to fuck.
I followed him to a nearby motel and waited while he registered. Then I held the door while he carried the cooler in side. As soon as the door closed we embraced, with him cupping my ass cheeks to pull me tight against his hard cock. We both knew we were only meet ing for the purpose of joining our loins in lust, so there wasn’t any reason to hold back. I loved his hurried fumbling as he unbuttoned my top and slipped it off so he could undo my bra clasp and finally get a look at my tits.
He stood there fondling them for several minutes while kissing me as passionately as any man ever had. He stepped back, still cupping a breast in each hand, and said, “I can hardly believe it, but these are real natural breasts. Grant and I have been talking about them all week. We were sure they were surgically enhanced. They’re kind of large for such a small woman.”
I responded by helping him out of his shirt and mashing those breasts against his bare chest. I felt wet heat in the crotch of my jeans as he fumbled with the button and zipper while walking me backwards to the bed. He threw the covers off before lowering me onto it, then tugged my tight jeans down and off. I lay quietly watching him drop his pants and shorts, exposing his erection, which was standing tall and proud, and really big.
I looked him in the eyes as I raised my hips and pushed my panties down and kicked them off, then raised and spread my knees to reveal my honeymoon pussy. His eyes were glued to my pink cunt as I flexed my vaginal muscles to wiggle the lips, as if to say, “Would you like a little of this, Hoss?”
He climbed on and slowly inserted his cock until his balls bumped my ass. We rutted for about two minutes and came just seconds apart. He maintained enough of an erection to remain inside me and continue fucking me at a much slower pace while whispering, “Thank you! Oh God, thank you! That was fucking unbelievable!”
It was nearly half past 11 that night when I made it back to the cabin, where my husband was waiting for me. He undressed me and carried me to the bed to inspect my unfaithful pussy. As he mounted and entered me, slipping in effortlessly, I said, “He’s had his cock in me all day, honey. I don’t have any idea how many times he came.” Rich was unable to hold back and soon launched a load in me which wouldn’t be his last before we slept.
In the morning Rich woke me with a kiss and a cup of coffee, then told me we were going to have a wonderful mar riage and he loved his cheating wife. I said I loved him too.
We loaded up and moved on—with a week still to go on our honeymoon, which was enough time to seek out another adventure, with the white-water rafting guide, before we returned home with wonderful memories, more in love than ever.—B.R., Phoenix, Arizona
What I’m about to relate was only my third or fourth time experimenting with B D play. The previous times were with a boyfriend who shared my curiosity, but we were both amateurs, even though I had done lots of research and he had had one experience with a professional domme. And in one group ex perience I was surprised at how good I was at playing the submissive role.
But I wasn’t interested in “playing” a role that I had lived for 22 years, while I was married to a guy who had stepped all over me, always having to be in charge in every way—emotionally, finan cially, yada yada. I didn’t want to play that role anymore. I’d had enough of it in real life.
And I never did get to explore the dominant role with that ex-boyfriend, as much as we practiced for it. The problem was that in contrast to my round Rubenesque form, he was so thin a health issue made him unable to gain weight that I just couldn’t bring myself to flog that unpadded body.
So despite my lingering curiosity about B D, I wrote it off as something I would never get a chance to try in real life, and contented myself with living my life as a confident single female in charge of her own life, making her own decisions. And then I found myself with an opportunity to truly be the boss staring me in the face!
For some time I had been having fun playing on a phone network with guys from all over the place, talking about whatever we felt like talking about. At all hours of the day I could usually find someone with whom I could carry on an intelligent and sometimes sexually charged conversation. It gave us all opportunities to explore long-held fantasies about things we might never try in real life. I found this, and the phone sex that went with it, liberating.
Over a period of a couple of months I had been having a blast talking that way with this hunky younger guy—at least he said he was majorly attractive. We had explored our senses of humor, childhoods, relationship histories and so many other subjects that the possi bility of us finally meeting kept being brought up. But I held back. Although, true, we got along on the phone like a “house on fire,” I’m always a little timid meeting someone for the first time, and I was reluctant to make what would have been a four-and-a-half-hour drive to where he lived, with all the personal-safety and other issues that could raise their ugly heads.
Still, the heat of our phone-sex sessions had increased dramatically after we started discussing my experience with and curiosity about bondage and he expressed a desire to be my boy toy. He told me how hard it made him to fantasize about being completely under the sexual control of a woman, and to experience some light bondage.
After my past experiences, I found that the thought of being the sexual boss made my juices flow. So we finally made a date to meet, just to find out if the spark we had experienced on the phone was real. He had described himself, and I sort of imagined him, as a bit of a “Marlboro Man.” I was anxious to see if he was as hot as he said I hoped so! , in particular if his cock “measured up.” Most guys I’ve met seem to stretch the measurement by an inch, minimum. Always makes me wonder where they’re measuring from—their asshole? So we arranged to meet up in a town halfway between us.
That Sunday was as cold as I have ever experienced around here “”25 C! . That’s “”13 F! There were warnings all over to “not be out in the weather unless you had to be.” Indeed, there didn’t seem to be anybody on the road but this crazy fool! Still, I was all revved up—and hornier than hell.
The meeting place we’d arranged, a motel chosen from the Yellow Pages and a tourist directory, turned out to be a 1950s-style place. It was your basic room with a bed, bathroom and tiny kitchenette, which I’d made sure of, as I was going to need ice cubes and boiling-hot water. At least it wouldn’t be expensive he said he would pay, but I’d heard that before! , but it wasn’t much warmer inside than out.
Changed into my blue satin pajama-top-style nightshirt. Boy, was that satin cold against my skin! Put the “sport sheets” —soft black fitted bottom sheet, sort-of-velour, secured under the mattress with straps and elastics, to which you can attach and reposition neoprene wrist and ankle cuffs that stick to the bed with Velcro—on the bed, then hopped under the covers to await his arrival and the hoped-for warming up.
He phoned when he got close, to alert me to when he expected to arrive. I had the chance to get ready, so I boiled the kettle and made sure I got ice cubes ready from the tiny freezer. Got my toys out of my travel bag and had them available nearby, discreetly covered. Also had my trusty incontinent pad ready, to catch the juices, and a pile of three folded towels. Things could get very wet if he was up to snuff and we really clicked.
When I heard his car, I peeked out the curtains. He was even better-looking than I had imagined! And the bit of a “bad boy” I enjoyed so much in his personality was reflected in the black cowboy hat pulled down so low, I could barely see his eyes. What I could see sure looked tasty!
As soon as he came in the room, I wrapped my arms around him and we greeted each other with hugs and a couple of nice big kisses. He tipped his hat, which I’d knocked a kilter with my forehead, and said in his cute Saskatch ewan accent how glad he was finally to meet. How gentlemanly!
He was six feet three, almost a foot taller than me, and when the hat came off and I got to examine those flashing dark eyes and curly black hair, I was very pleased. To top it all off, dimples! He looked good enough to eat. He held me back at arm’s length and said, “Damn, those are some nice big boobs,” then took his hands off my shoulders and gave them a squeeze. Then our arms were wrapped around each other and we continued kissing.
I helped him out of his winter coat, and those big shoulders and strong arms felt very, very good. When he stood up after taking his boots off, I grabbed his tight buns and pulled him to me for more kisses, and his hands gravitated to my butt. He squeezed it, saying he liked a woman that was “more than a couple of handfuls.” My heart was aflutter. I thought he might be grossed out by my full figure.
We were crushed up against each other’s chests. He was dressed in a denim shirt and button-front Levis. Oh, how I wanted to get him out of them, to explore that body that was making me all tingly! While our tongues continued exploring each other’s mouth, I undid his shirt and snuggled up against that strong chest. He was so warm, and smelled so nice! He rubbed his palms against my hardening nipples and gave them little tugs. I thought I would rocket through the ceiling! He undid the buttons on my pj shirt and caressed my breasts, then brought his mouth to those hard nubbins, sucking them and gently teasing them with his teeth. My pussy clenched.
Since my arms had come unwrapped around him, I just peeled off that shirt and reached to the waist of his jeans. Why oh why are belt buckles so hard to undo when you’re all excited and anxious? And I would have had enough trouble with a zipper, but buttons—give me a fuckin’ break! Plus his cock was growing hard, making things that much more difficult. While I rubbed my palm up and down his crotch, feeling that enticing package, he continued to manhandle my tits and go crazy on those sensitive nipples—his first time wrapping his lips and tongue around piercings, he said. They didn’t appear to get in his way at all.
As he backed me up toward the bed, I finally got those damn jeans undone and ripped them down his muscular legs. Oh boy, was I going to have fun with the tent poking at the front of those tight boxer-briefs! I do love a man in boxer-briefs. I reached in, wrapped my little hand around that big cock and caressed it. It looked and felt fabulous! By now my pj shirt was open and almost falling off. I shrugged and let it drop down around his arms. By the time we reached the bed, we were gloriously naked. I inched backward on the bed lying on my back and pulled him up by the shoulders and arms so I could kiss him while continuing to stroke the heat-seeking missile between his legs.
He caressed my belly and hips with his right hand and inched down, spread ing my legs to explore the welcoming warmth of my pussy. Something nice and warm was exploring inside me. I was anxious to taste what my hand was exploring, but I had to wait. He pushed my legs apart and pushed me up until my head hit the headboard. I arranged the pillows under my head, neck and shoulders and lay back to enjoy his talented tongue work—according to our phone conversations he was supposed to be a “silver-tongued devil,” and he didn’t disappoint. He also knew from our conversations that a good oral pussy exploration is guaranteed to put me over the edge.
While continuing with his slurping, sucking and licking, he opened my legs wider to get his tongue as far in as it would go. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. His lips and tongue seemed to know what to do in every nook and cranny. When I told him to “eat that cunt” he went wild. It was indescribably wonderful. My legs were up in the air and quivering. Every muscle in my body seemed to tense as I exploded. Like a good boy, he kept his mouth clamped down on me and drank up every drop he could.
As I was drifting back to earth, he crawled up my belly, sucking my nipples with his come-filled mouth on his way up to grabbing me by the ears and laying a passionate kiss on my lips. Mmmm! Once my breathing and heart rate came back down, we pulled up the covers and snuggled, with his now-limp but still large cock resting against my upper thigh. We exchanged gentle kisses and nibbles on each other’s face, neck and upper body.
We relaxed under the covers while we enjoyed cold drinks and I had a cigarette. We chatted a bit. Then I told him I had a little surprise. I pulled the covers off the bed and blindfolded him, then had him spread his legs and arms, which I restrained with the Velcro cuffs. I had brought a variety of implements to stimulate different senses, knowing that when sight is no longer available feel, taste, smell and hearing are height ened. I lit the lightly scented candles, put some ice cubes on a washcloth in a bowl didn’t want to give any hints of what I had planned and poured myself a hot cup of nice steamy tea from the freshly boiled kettle.
He didn’t need to know what I was using on him—he just had to experience each sensation. My “toys” were mostly simple things found around the house: a credit card, a feather, a long velvet glove, a comb, a latex glove, a piece of heavy metal chain, a sex toy or two buzzing and not , massage oil—and my own hands, tongue, pussy, nipples and mind. His not knowing what I was going to do added to the excitement. He lay back calmly, waiting, his cock hard but with no other outward signs of arousal.
If he had no idea how things were going to proceed, neither did I! I was truly “winging it.” I proceeded to explore every inch of him, alternating types of touch and where those touches were placed—mostly in non-erogenous zones like the sides of the rib cage, the inner thighs, the collarbone and solar plexus, which became incred ibly sensitive as I touched, caressed and stroked them with the different objects. I might caress him with my warm naked hand or the velvet glove, then switch to raking him with the edge of the credit card. I would blow warm breath on him, then draw the cold chain across—he especially liked that on his balls and around his groin. His cock grew harder, coming to attention like a flagpole.
That beautiful sight gave me a feeling of power I hadn’t anticipated, plus a rush of excitement. But I never went near that cock, except with my eyes. I was too intent on the game. At one point I ran the fine-toothed comb through his short pubic hair, then tickled his rib cage with the feather. He especially liked it the nearer I got to his nipples, which were small but hard—not enough to get a good grip on, but enticing just the same.
It was surprising what touches and what areas of his body yielded the strongest reaction. I’ve always been a big fan of kissing areas that “stick out” strong jawbones and collarbones scream to be kissed. And he really enjoyed that. But then, he seemed to like all of my kissing and sucking, no matter where it happened! Then I discovered how sensitive his nipples truly were. I dripped icy-cold water on them, and he jumped. Next I took a drink of the hot tea and sucked on the nipples, and he jumped harder. This was a lot of fun! I caught him unaware when I rubbed an ice cube on his nipple, then bent down and took a nip. He arched his back, his cock bounced, and he damn near levitated off the bed! Meanwhile my nipples were practically hard enough to pop off my chest. He seemed to love it when I lowered my ring-enhanced nipples into his mouth.
In time I felt the strange feeling that hits me in the center of my being. I don’t know how to describe it, but I needed that beautiful cock in my mouth so bad, I would go insane if I didn’t get it. I almost leaped across the bed and without even touching it with my hands took the whole thing in my mouth. I didn’t even know I could do that! In the past I had struggled to get a big cock all the way down. Did it ever feel and taste good! While I cradled his big balls in my warm hand, I plunged up and down on it, sucking it with all my might, greedy cock pig that I am. The only noise in the room was his heavy breathing and my mouth sloshing insatiably around his cock. Saliva squirted everywhere.
I didn’t even have time to do my tried-and-true tricks. Knowing I was going to come, and soon, I climbed up on the bed and stood at my full height, all five feet four and a half inches of me, then straddled him at the level of his nipples while I came. I thought he might have levitated off the bed if it weren’t for the elastics and straps holding him and the sheet down. His arms and legs were taut, and he wailed like a banshee. But my mind wasn’t so blown that I didn’t promptly fall to the bed and once again devour that cock. This time I made free use of my hands, cradling his balls and stretching them away from his body. God in heaven, how I wanted to taste this man’s come!
I slammed my mouth down on that lovely cock and started suck ing to beat the band. He arched up from the bed—his back and groin must have risen at least a foot—and with a wild howl exploded down my throat. It was the most glorious-tasting come I ever ate. What a thrill to finally find a guy whose come actually tasted sweet! I savored every bit of it as he fell back, spent.
While he seemed to have all the energy drained out of him, I was on such a high that I was ready to swing off the chandelier—if there had been one. I kissed the bejeezus out of him. Then I undid the restraints on his wrists, and he wrapped his arms around my substantial waist and pulled me tight to his chest. It made me feel tiny. I didn’t know which of us was kissing harder, but it was pretty damned hot.
I undid his ankle restraints, and he just kind of lay there. He said it was one of the hottest experiences he ever had. We snuggled a bit. Then he said he had to get up and get a drink, his throat felt like a desert. He sat up on the edge of the bed and tried to rise off it, but his legs seemed to have stopped working and he fell over against the wall. He put both hands against the wall to steady himself and shakily walked to the kitchen to get a drink, then to the bathroom to relieve himself. He brought me back a cold drink, and we cuddled in bed under the warm covers.
My first attempt at playing the dominant role in a bondage scene was one of the hottest experiences I ever had. We continued to enjoy each other for another hour or two, including sucking and fucking. He let me shave his genitals with an electric razor, which was a treat. His beautiful cock looked even better now that the tree was stand ing out from the forest.
We started up again, and this time it was slow and tender. Not long after, we heard the headboard from the room next door slamming against the wall. I wondered, had we made that much noise? I’m very vocal, and I wondered if all my grunting and groaning and ohmygod-ding had inspired our neighbors! We hadn’t even been aware we had neighbors what were they doing on the road in this frightful weather? until they made their presence known. We laughed at the thought that they probably thought we had an arsenal of buzzing and vibrating toys. In fact, the actual sex toys I’d brought hadn’t even made it out of my travel bag!
We found ourselves famished and went out to eat, but it was late enough that, coupled with the frigid temperatures, we had a difficult time finding someplace open. We finally did, and had a satisfying meal, with an alcoholic beverage or two, then made our way back to our by now warm and cozy room and immediately got naked.
We decided it was time to explore the variety of toys I had brought, including the battery-operated ones. We experimented with having his cock stuffed in my pussy while a huge juiced-up dildo was inserted in my tight netherhole, and it felt great. I had another wonderful orgasm, and then a more powerful one when he pulled the fake cock out of my butt, slid another condom on top of the one already on the genuine article and inserted it in my back door. I was already so excited that he was able to go in to the hilt in a single swift stroke. I always love the feeling of being stretched open by a lovely cock, hearing the “thwack thwack” as I’m banged like a pile driver. When I came, we both screeched at the top of our lungs. I’ll bet the couple next door came just listening to us explode!
Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, we drifted off to sleep, and it was afternoon when we woke up. Both our cars had been sitting out in the bitter cold, and mine hadn’t been driven for at least 24 hours. He graciously offered to go out and start both cars while I tidied up my stuff and packed it all away. He came back in and informed me that my car had needed a jump, but fortunately he had a set of cables and now it was running fine.
We sat inside and chatted about our wonderful 24 hours together, promising to meet again as soon as possible. And then it was time to go. We headed out in our opposite directions on the nearly deserted highway. We never did get together again, but wherever you are, Greg N if that’s your real name! , I will never forget our time together.
All added up, including new snow tires, the sport sheets, gas and the motel which I did wind up paying for , the trip cost me around 600. I considered it a bargain.—N.P., Guelph, Ontario
I caught my wife with her fingers in her nookie jar, literally, the evening I got home early from work and found her in her bathrobe watching porn on the com puter. She was momentarily embar rassed at being caught, but not nearly as much as I was when she told me what she was watching and why.
“These are the scenes you were looking at last night,” she said. “You forgot to erase your history. I was wondering what kept you up so late. Apparently it was all these videos of men shar ing their wives with other men. Is that what turns you on? The idea of sharing me with another man?”
“Well . . . no . . . not exactly. I just—” I stuttered and stammered, kicking myself mentally for not clearing the history of what I’d been watching.
Rita sounded accusatory, but she had in fact had her fingers in her pussy when I walked up behind her. Maybe the thought of being “shared” turned her on too! With that possibility, my embarrassment turned into arousal.
I slid my hands over her shoulders and inside her robe. For a 37-year-old mother with a son in college, my wife has a toned and fit figure, with firm breasts and upturned nipples. Those nipples are extremely sensitive, and as I pinched them, she let out a sensual mewling sigh.
“What about you?” I said. “Does the thought of being shared with another man turn you on?”
Rita squirmed in her chair. On-screen the wife and her lover were fucking eagerly while the husband sat nearby and watched.
“I don’t know, maybe,” she said, sliding her hand toward her pussy again. “Maybe a little.”
From the passion she expressed when we made love that night, I was sure the idea of being shared turned her on more than “a little.” After she came once while we fucked and again with her fingers, I said, “I think the idea of fucking another man really does turn you on, doesn’t it?”
She was quiet for a long moment. Then she said, “Yes, I have to admit, the thought is pretty arousing.” She hesitated, then asked, “Have you been thinking about it? Does the thought turn you on too?”
“I have,” I said. “And it does. Especially if—”
She waited for me to finish. Finally she said, “Especially if what?”
I took a deep breath and manfully forged ahead. “Especially if the man climaxed in your pussy. If some handsome, virile man fucked you and filled you with his seed.”
Rita turned toward me. In the dim light from the open bathroom door I could see her eyes wide, staring at me intently. After a long pause she said, “You know I’m still fertile. And I’m not on birth control. Your vasectomy is the only thing keeping me from getting pregnant. What you’re suggesting could lead to—well, to consequences we might not be ready for.”
“I know,” I said. “The risk of that is one thing that makes it so exciting.”
“You’re saying you’d be okay with it if I got pregnant?”
“I’m not saying we should try to get you pregnant. I’m just saying that the thought of you fucking another man and possibly being filled with fertile sperm turns me on.”
She turned to look back at the ceiling. After another long pause she said, “It turns me on too. A lot.”
Two days later I came home to find Rita once more at the computer looking at porn.
“Come look at this,” she said. “You won’t believe how many porn categories there are. There are videos of double penetration, anal sex, threesomes, gang bangs—even something called bukake, where a bunch of guys squirt come all over a girl’s face. What a waste of semen that is!”
I stood behind Rita rubbing her shoulders while we watched the screen. “So what category tickles your clit?” I asked. “Which videos turn you on? Besides wife sharing?”
A rosy blush spread all over her cheeks. “Well,” she said, clicking the mouse, “I think these are pretty sexy. It’s called a cream pie.”
A close-up image came on-screen of a cock deep in a woman’s vagina. The couple was fucking doggie-style, the man grunting in orgasm as the woman moaned in pleasure. After a moment the man’s dick slid out, slick with creamy juices. The camera moved close to the woman’s pussy lips, which began to contract as she squeezed out a thick rivulet of milky semen.
“At least this way we know he came inside her,” Rita said. “Otherwise it’s hard to tell.”
The camera was still on a close-up of the woman’s dripping pussy when she reached back between her legs and ran her fingers between her gooey lips. As she poked one finger and then another in her slit, she said, “Look, she’s wearing a wedding ring. I wonder if it was her husband fucking her.”
“More likely the husband was behind the camera,” I ventured. “That’s where I’d want to be.”
Rita turned quickly, looking back over her shoulder and up at me. “No, I don’t think so, mister,” she said firmly. “If I really fuck another man, it will not be on camera.”
I reached down and cupped both of her breasts in my palms. “Well, okay,” I said. “No camera. But you’d let me watch, wouldn’t you?”
She leaned back in her chair, with the back of her head against my chest. “Maybe,” she said. “I think watching might be okay.”
By now my cock was brick-hard, and it wasn’t from watching the video. We proceeded to check out half a dozen more cream-pie scenes, including one where a woman in a DP got both her ass and pussy filled with come at the same time.
As we watched, Rita said, “You know what amazes me about today’s porn? All the women have completely shaved pussies. Even most of the men shave their balls. When did all that happen?”
“When we were raising a teenager,” I said. “But it’s not too late to catch up. I’ll shave you if you’ll shave me.”
Rita grinned and closed the Web browser. An hour later we were both baby-butt bald and in bed, fucking like crazy. My wife was on her back with her ankles over my shoulders when I paused in mid-stroke and just looked down at her.
“Okay,” I said, “let’s be serious for a minute. Would you really do it?”
She wiggled her hips, urging me to continue.”
“Do what?” she asked with a great show of innocence.
“You know what. Let another man fuck you and fill you with come.”
“Would you want me to?”
“I asked first. Would you want to?”
“Maybe,” she said. “It would depend on the circumstances.”
“Let me put it this way,” I said. “If I was okay with it, would you let a virile, handsome, hard-bodied young stud fuck you until you were screaming in orgasm while he filled your hot pussy full of creamy potent sperm?”
“Damn,” she said, grinning up at me, “since you put it that way, I think I’m going to have to say yes.”
“And you’ll let me watch?”
She sighed and closed her eyes. “Yes,” she said. “When I do it, you can watch. If the man doesn’t mind. Now get your ass busy and fuck me.”
I did fuck her, with renewed vigor.
With Rita changing her response from “if” she did it to “when” she did it, I knew we were moving seriously close to fulfilling the fantasy we had been flirting with. When she climaxed, I climaxed too. It occurred to me that the sperm blanks I was squirting in her pussy might soon be replaced with some man’s live ammunition.
We spent some time discussing what kind of man Rita might take as a lover. He would have to be intelligent, nice, virile, healthy, potent and preferably good-looking. We considered one of the young studs at our son’s college. We knew our son’s dormmates thought Rita was a major MILF, but we finally decided it should be someone a bit more mature.
We spent two weeks looking for the right man to entice into filling my wife with potentially fertile semen. We didn’t discuss the pregnancy issue again, silently deciding to first get Rita well-fucked by a virile lover and just let the sperm swim wherever it would. The thought of what might happen set my pulse racing, and I knew Rita was excited too.
The man we finally decided on was a work colleague of mine, a 25-year-old unmarried junior executive named James. Rita hadn’t met him, but she took my word that he fit our criteria.
We conjured up a dozen devious ways to get James in bed with Rita. Then finally decided I should just ask him if he wanted to fuck her. So I did. I told James it would be a favor to me, because I had problems with my prostate that even Viagra hadn’t been able to help. I sealed the deal by showing him a picture of Rita naked, posing seductively for the camera.
“Goddamn!” he said. “She’s fucking gorgeous. Of course I’ll help you out, buddy. Just say when and where.”
“What about tonight?” I said. “Say seven o’clock?”
When James showed up at ten till seven, it was obvious that he was impressed with Rita, and she with him. He was still in his suit and tie, totally looking the part of the handsome, virile stud I had promised her. She was wearing a sexy silk dress that showed off her figure perfectly.
After introductions and a few minutes of nervous chitchat over glasses of barely sipped wine, Rita and James both looked relieved when I said, “Look, we all know why we’re here. Why don’t we head upstairs?”
When we got to the bedroom, I asked James if he minded if I watched. He hesitated, then said, “I’m not bi, if that’s what you have in mind.”
“Christ no, I’m not either!” I said. “I just want to watch.”
He looked at Rita, who nodded. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “I guess it’s okay then.”
I sat down in an easy chair in the corner of the bedroom.
When Rita stripped off her dress, she was wearing only a black lace thong and thigh-high lace-topped stockings. James opened his pants. His black boxers were enhanced by an impressive bulge. As he took the pants off, he pulled a foil packet out of a pocket. “I’ve got condoms,” he said.
“No need,” Rita said. “Don’t worry about it.”
They both hesitated a moment. Then Rita stepped forward and tilted her face up for a kiss. While they kissed, James palmed one of her breasts and she curled her fingers around his cock. The kiss grew more passionate. Then she pulled back. Dropping to her knees, she slid his boxers down and took his cock in her mouth.
Rita gives exquisite deep-throat blow jobs, but we had decided that she would save that aspect of her expertise until after James planted his initial load of semen in her. After just a few minutes of sucking his cock she stood up, slipped off her thong and lay down on the bed. She spread her legs wide, open ing her glistening wet pussy in invitation. “Are you ready to fuck me, James?” she asked.
“Oh yeah,” he said with a smile. “I’m way ready.”
He crawled on the bed and with his first stroke slid deep in her pussy. She arched her back and moaned loudly. He began to fuck her with hard, deep strokes. I watched with my cock in my hand, totally aroused and amazed at the man’s stamina. When he was finally at the brink, he asked hoarsely if he should pull out.
“No!” she said between breathless moans. “Don’t pull out!” She grabbed his buttocks with both hands and pulled him tight against her vagina. “Come in me!” she said. “Fill me with your hot come!”
With a loud groan he obliged, shoving his cock in deep and holding still while he ejaculated. He seemed to be erupting inside her for several minutes before he finally relaxed and let his cock slip out. He rolled to one side, sighing in satisfaction.
“My God, you’re amazing,” he said. “If there’s an option to do this again, count me in.”
She smiled. “That might be arranged,” she said, “but no promises.”
James dressed and made his exit, saying he would see me at work the next day. From the smile on his face, he was obviously happy to have “helped me out with my problem.”
When he was gone, I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hand up the inside of Rita’s leg, over her lace stocking top, to the wet flesh of her pussy. Her pussy lips were slightly parted, and I saw a trickle of come leak out and drip down on her anus.
“Um,” I said, “looks like your lover left a really big load. It’s dripping out onto your ass.”
She gave me a satisfied smile. “He fucked me for so long, I didn’t think that he was ever going to come. And when he finally did, I didn’t think he was ever going to stop. He kept squirting and squirting. Christ, the guy must have spasmed 20 times.”
“So did you enjoy the experience?” I asked. “Would you do it again?”
“I did,” she said, a big smile on her face. “And yes, I would do it again.” Her expression grew serious for a moment. “How about you?” she said. “Did you enjoy it too, watching me? No regrets? No jealousy?”
“None at all,” I said. “It was incredibly arousing.”
“Good,” she said. “Right now what I want is for you to fuck me.”
I grinned. “Sloppy seconds?”
“Do you care?”
“Not at all,” I said, quickly taking off my pants. “Just knowing you’ve got a pussy full of another man’s seed turns me on more than you know.”
I slid my cock in my wife’s come-filled cunt. In a matter of minutes I was adding my semen to James’s.
The next week Rita got her period, and we both breathed a sigh of relief. But we still wanted to share another experience like the one with James. Our opportunity came sooner than we had expected or planned. A day or two after Rita’s period was over, a young black man named Paul stopped me in the parking lot on the way to my car. I had seen him in the office before, but he worked in a different department and I didn’t really know him. I was surprised when he stopped me, and more surprised at what he said.
“I’m a friend of James,” he began. “We play golf together a couple times a month.” I didn’t say anything, won dering if this conversation was going where I thought it was. “I understand he did you a favor, and I was wondering if . . . if I might offer my services as well.” He said this with a knowing smile, and I knew, even though James had promised to keep his damned mouth shut, that Paul was totally aware of what had happened.
I was pissed at James, but the idea of including a black man in the dangerous but erotically thrilling game Rita and I were playing was kind of exciting. I told Paul I would check with Rita and let him know if and when his “services” might be required.
When I talked to Rita that evening about a repeat performance with a different man, she was immediately turned on. We agreed to have Paul come over to the house the following Saturday morning. I didn’t tell her that he was black.
When he showed up on Saturday she was completely surprised, but I could tell she was also very aroused. Again we decided to forego the formal ities and chitchat and head up to the bedroom. On the way up the stairs Rita held my hand. Leaning close, she whispered, “I could kill you for this, you sneaky bastard.” But she grinned and squeezed my hand excitedly, taking the stairs two at a time.
Paul and Rita were both in casual clothes, and were both out of them in seconds. I sat down in the easy chair to watch. When he dropped his underwear, her eyes opened wide, amazed at the size of the cock that sprang out.
“Lay down, baby,” he said suggestively. “I’m going to give you every inch of this big black dick.”
In seconds she was on her back with her legs spread. He wasted no time working the largest cock we had ever seen slowly in her pussy. She wailed until she was fully impaled, then began to moan. I got up from my chair and knelt next to the bed.
Rita looked over at me with lust-glazed eyes and smiled. “Thank you,” she whispered. “This is so fucking hot.”
“For me too,” I said, leaning down to kiss her.
Paul was holding himself up on stiff arms while he fucked Rita, giving me room to squeeze her breasts and pinch her very sensitive nipples.
“I think she needs a cock to suck,” he said. “Let her suck yours.”
“Do you, baby?” I asked. “Do you need a cock to suck?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “I want to suck your cock while he fucks me. Oh God, he’s filling me up. He’s so fucking big!”
I took off my clothes and crawled up and positioned my cock next to Rita’s cheek. She glanced up at me and smiled, then closed her eyes and opened her mouth, extending her tongue to lick my cockhead. I shifted my hips and slid my erection in her mouth, muffling her moans.
Paul began shoving his dick faster in and out of Rita’s pussy. “Don’t pull out,” I said. “Fill her with your come.”
He groaned loudly and drove in deep and held still. The muscles in his ass twitched with each spasm as he sowed his seed in her fertile pussy. His orgasm triggered mine and Rita’s simul taneously. With her back arched and her hips jerking, she let out a wail, her body wracked by erotic pleasure. My cock slid out of her mouth but continued to ejaculate, sending spiraling ribbons of come over her face, coating her chin and cheeks and forehead.
After several intense orgasmic moments we all collapsed on the bed, unable to move, unable to speak. Finally Rita said, “My God, that was fucking incredible.”
Paul made the experience even more incredible by fucking Rita twice more before he left, filling her with fresh loads of semen each time. My heart raced with awareness of the risk we were taking, but once again Rita got her period right on time.
A few days later she said coyly, “Why don’t you invite Paul over to do you another “‘favor’?”
I grinned. “You come-hungry slut! I knew you would want more of that big black cock.”
“I do,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all. I’ll talk to Paul tomorrow.”
Instead it was Paul who talked to me when I caught up with him in the break room. When I not so subtly asked if he would like to fuck my wife again, he said, “Actually I’ve got a proposition I want to talk to you about.”
“And that would be?”
“James is getting married, and I’m throwing him a bachelor party. We were going to hire a stripper. But I’ve been thinking how much fun it would be to hire your wife instead. I think she might like it, and I know damn well all the guys would love it!”
I didn’t let on how stunned I was. But I was also turned on by the thought. “How many guys are you talking about?” I asked.
Paul grinned. “Probably just five, possibly six. Plus you, of course. You’d be welcome.”
“I’ll have to talk to Rita,” I said. “When is the party?”
“Next Saturday night. We’ve reserved a room at a nice motel out on the interstate. Come at ten o’clock.”
When I told Rita that Paul had suggested she be the entertainment at James’s bachelor party, her emotions ran the gamut from surprise and shock to anger to finally being flattered and turned on. “It’ll be five or six guys, all in their 20s,” I said. “Why don’t you just think about it?”
“I have,” she said with a broad grin. “And I’ll do it.”
I can tell you, it was a little disconcerting to hear my wife agreeing so quickly to participate in a gang bang! But the idea of five or six guys planting their seed in her was so exciting, it made my dick tingle.
We showed up at the motel at ten on the dot and found Paul, James and four other young guys watching porn on a laptop, horny and eager to fuck the fine cock-hungry MILF they’d heard about. Two of the guys, Mark and Skip, were black. The other two, Randy and Keith, were white. They were all nice-looking and seemed healthy and in good shape. Since they were all fairly young, I figured they were probably primed and potent.
The suite reserved for the evening’s “entertainment” had a sitting room and a bedroom. After introductions Paul asked Rita if she had any particular rules they had to follow.
“No spanking my ass,” she said. “And no photos. I don’t want my son to see me in a MILF compilation on the Internet. So turn off your phones and give them to my husband.
“Otherwise,” she said with a grin, “I guess anything goes.”
I took all the phones and put them in an empty dresser drawer. I had decided to stay in the background, just watching, but assured Rita that I would be there if she needed me. She had spent an hour dressing in the sexy outfit she was wearing. It took the guys five minutes to have her out of it and on the bed, naked.
As guest of honor, James got to fuck her first. The other guys drew straws to see who came next. I settled into a chair, my raging hard-on proof that no matter how kinky it might seem to some people, I was going to enjoy watching my lovely wife get fucked and filled with come from six virile young men.
James soon had Rita writhing on the bed, moaning. All the other guys had come into the room to watch. She glanced around the room, aware that she was putting on a live and very erotic porn show.
I got up from my chair and knelt by the bed, my lips close to her ear. “Do you like this, baby?” I whispered. “Do you like being fucked while a bunch of horny young studs watch you, waiting their turn to fill your pussy with come?”
She looked at me, her eyes glazed and half-lidded with unbridled lust. “Yes!” she said, her breath shallow, her voice hoarse. “I love it! I want all of them to fuck me. To fill me with come.”
I smiled. “Don’t worry, baby. They will. All of them.”
After James filled Rita’s pussy, the other guys took their turns. By the time Randy, who was last in line, fucked her, her pussy was so full of semen that it squished loudly with each stroke of his cock. After he finished, all organized fucking flew out the window. The guys began to fuck her in pairs, in her mouth and pussy at the same time. Then Paul and Mark introduced her to her first DP, with Paul sliding his large cock in her pussy while Mark penetrated her ass.
Rita let them fuck her any way they wanted, tossing all her inhibitions aside in an orgy of erotic pleasure. She was so eager for it that the few times no one was hard enough to fuck her, she resort ed to finger-fucking herself. In a final scene that had me almost coming in my pants, she was on the bed with Skip in her pussy, James in her ass and Paul in her mouth. She had Keith’s and Randy’s cocks in her hands, jacking them off while Mark squeezed and sucked on her breasts and nipples.
When we got home, Rita was trembling from the exertion of her gang bang. As we went inside, I put my arm around her to steady her. Once in the house, I took an envelope from my pocket and handed it to her. “Here, babe,” I said. “This is yours.”
She glanced up at me and said, “What’s this?”
“It’s yours, 1800,” I said. “The guys hired you as their entertainment. They all chipped in 300 apiece.”
“But I didn’t do tonight for money,” she replied.
“I know that, and the guys know it too. But take it anyway. They definitely got their money’s worth.”
She grinned and dropped the envelope in her purse, then looked at me and said, “Well, I got my money’s worth too.”
We showered together. I gently washed splotches of come off of Rita’s aching, sated body. As we lay down naked on the bed, she sighed and looked at me with a smile. “Honey,” she said, “you’re looking at a very well-fucked woman.”
“I can tell,” I said, reaching over to slide my fingers in her pussy. “You must have a gallon of semen in here.”
“I could use some more,” she said, “if you don’t mind sloppy seconds, or fifths, or tenths.” She giggled and spread her legs. I rolled over between them and slid my cock in her. The knowledge that six different men had fucked her repeatedly and filled her with their semen only hours before was so arousing, I came almost immediately in her used snatch.
That was a few months ago. Now Rita’s gang bang at the “Come-alot” is a distant but pleasant and still-arousing memory. It will have to remain a memory for now, even though Rita has mentioned several times how hot it was and how eager and turned on she would be to do it again.
But we’ll have to wait a while, since her baby bump is beginning to show. Of course we have no idea whose baby we’re going to have. If it’s black, which according to our gang-bang participation statistics is a 50-50 probability, I know we’ll have some explaining to do. But whatever happens, we’ll deal with it.
In the meantime Rita and I have a tacit agreement between us that someday she will once again get to be the erotic nexus in another anything-goes gang bang.—A.H., Omaha, Nebraska
My wife and I just celebrated our 20th anniversary, years that have been filled with love and a ton of sexual satisfaction. I’m one of the lucky guys who after 20 years is still crazy about the girl he wed.
We have a daughter graduating high school this year. We enjoy financial secu rity and good health, and keep ourselves in good shape, though Dorothy is much more faithful in her workouts than I am. She’s a beautiful lady—five-three, 120 pounds, with a pretty face she gives the same care as her body. Her breasts, while on the small side, are beautifully shaped, with large nipples she loves to have sucked. She has a great butt and equally nice legs, and a still completely flat tummy. Her long dark hair reaches well past her shoulders.
I love a woman with nice pubic hair, so Dorothy will occasionally trim hers, but otherwise leaves it alone, mean ing she has a full growth of lovely dark hair, which I find very sexy. One other thing I should mention is that she has an unusually large clit, which extends to over a half-inch when she’s sexually excited. I’m not sure if that’s the only reason, but between oral sex and intercourse she’s multi-orgasmic.
From the very beginning, Dorothy—coming from a conservative Midwest farm background—just loved sex. Of course for me, having a wife like that was like winning the lottery. For the first several years we never really thought much about it. It was just a wonderful part of our married life, which we both enjoyed. Occasionally we tried something new, but over time, like many couples, we fell into a kind of rut. About five years ago we both noticed we were growing complacent and our sex life was starting to wane. We talked about it but still did nothing about it until perhaps a year ago.
At that time we took a serious look at things and decided to make changes. First we rented some adult movies to help restart the fires. Later we added a few adult magazines, including Penthouse Letters. We either watched the movies or read the magazines to each other in bed to stoke the fires. We even took a couple of romantic vacations to the islands, where we enjoyed going to nude beaches and making love in the open by the sea.
All this helped, but we still weren’t as passionate as we remembered—until we started sharing fantasies with each other. I don’t remember whose idea that was, but for us it was the key to moving to a new level in our relationship. At first the things we shared were tame, but in time, as we grew more comforta ble, we told each other things that we’d never shared with anyone, much less each other, and things began to change.
The first breakthrough occurred one Friday night while we were in bed after watching a movie in which the gal had sucked her boyfriend for a while, then jacked him off until he shot all over his chest and stomach and her hand. The movie had the desired effect on me. For no reason I said, “Dorothy, did you masturbate before we were married?”
The question surprised her. She hesitated awhile before replying, “Uh, yes, I guess I did, some. Why?”
Intrigued and excited, I said, “Did you do it often? I mean, how often?”
“No special time,” she said. “I guess when it felt right.” Saying this, she actually blushed, exciting me even more.
“What did you think about when you played with yourself?” I asked.
Again she hesitated, then said, “It was so long ago, I don’t remember.”
“Come on, Dorothy,” I said, “I’ll bet you do remember. Tell me, please.”
She was quiet a minute. There was still a blush on her face when she finally said, “Well, there was this really good-looking boy a couple of years older, and I used to pretend.” Again she paused.
I said, “Sweet heart, please tell me.”
She saw that my cock was hard and throbbing. “Well, I used to pretend he would suck my breasts, then my pussy. It made me climax almost every time.”
By now I was ready to jump her, but I wanted one more thing: to watch while she played with her pussy. I turned so I was facing her and said, “Do it for me, Dorothy. Play with your pussy, and make yourself come while I watch.”
“No, Brett,” she said. “Please, let’s just make love.”
But now I really wanted to watch my wife get herself off. “Please,” I said, “the idea of watching you makes me hot.”
By now the atmosphere in the room was sexually charged. Finally she said, “Well, okay, but you have to join me and play with yourself while I do it.”
At that point I would have done just about anything! I quickly fixed the pillows so she was comfortable, and put a pillow at the foot of the bed so I could lay beside her feet with my head to the side and be able to see everything. I started stroking my now-rigid cock. She was wearing only the top of a shortie gown that was open, so she was naked from the waist down. With the gown open it was as if she was still clothed but com pletely naked. The overall effect made her look even more desirable.
She lay back on the pillows and looked at me. I could tell she was still hesitant, so I began stroking my hard cock slowly. While she watched, she moved her hand to her pussy and began stroking up and down her slit.
I said, “Oh God, sweetheart, that’s beau tiful. Please don’t stop.”
My words seemed to encourage her, and she shifted, letting her knees fall apart, totally exposing her open pussy. I saw moisture beginning to build in her hole! She moved her finger in her pussy far enough to pick up some of the mois ture on her fingers. Pulling her pussy open with one hand, she rubbed her clit with her moist fingers. As she did, she closed her eyes and her fingers quickened. She started to moan.
I was so hot watching her that I didn’t realize I was close to coming. When I did, I quickly slowed stroking my cock and focused on Dorothy. She was lost in her own world. Her breath had quickened and her moans were louder.
“God, this feels good, Brett. Watch me, baby, watch me!” She was rubbing her clit with one hand and playing with the nipple of her tit with the other. Suddenly I heard, “Aaah yes, oh fuck, I’m coming, Brett! God, I’m coming now!” Her ass came off the bed and she had a beautifully intense climax. At its zenith I realized I was going to come too. I just let it go, and soon jism was all over the bed, Dorothy’s legs and my hand.
When Dorothy came down, she was lying back on the pillows, her legs still spread wide, looking totally relaxed, her pussy still gaping open and sopping wet. She looked at the mess I’d made and said, “I guess it’s safe to say you enjoyed this as much as I did.”
I was so affected by the experience, I moved quickly to her side and kissed her hair, lips and neck, and then back to her lips. “Damn, sweetheart,” I said, “that was the most exciting thing I’ve seen in a long time. It was beautiful! You have to promise me you’ll do that again for me sometime soon.”
Dorothy smiled and kissed me back, then said, “I had no idea I would get that into it, but you know, I’m glad we did it, and yes, I’ll do it again for you sometime soon.”
That night we both slept like babies.
A week later, again on a Friday night, we were lying in bed and I asked Dorothy if it wasn’t about time for us to reveal another fantasy. “This time,” I said, “it’s your turn to share one of your fantasies.” I knew she was hesitant about this, so I said, “Let me ask you something. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with another man?”
Dorothy looked surprised. I thought this might be pushing a little, but I also knew she trusted me and wouldn’t go ballistic on me. She looked at me as if she was unsure just what to say. Final ly she said, “I guess I’ve thought about it.” Again she paused, then said, “Not often, because we have such won derful sex. But once in a while, yes, I do wonder what it would have been like.”
As my mind raced, I said, “The idea of us doing something like that—you know, like some of the couples in the magazines—I think that would be the most erotic experience a couple could have. Do you think we could ever do something like that?”
When she answered, she had this funny look on her face. “You mean exchange partners and have sex?”
I jumped in quickly. “No, not exactly. I was talking about being in the same room with another couple, each couple having sex while the other couple watch es.” Again we were silent, lying there holding each other, until I said, “Tell me honestly, what would you think about us doing something like that?”
It took her a minute to gauge that I was serious before she said, “I honestly don’t know about that. I’m not sure I could ever make love with other people watching. I’d be too self-conscious.”
I decided to push the envelope even more. “The truth is,” I said, “I’d really love for us to do something daring like that. I know the idea of sharing a room with another couple and watching them and being watched is a little far out, but I think it’d be exciting beyond words.”
She lay a long time saying nothing. Finally she looked at me and in a soft voice said, “I honestly don’t know. Yes, maybe. I mean, it does sound exciting, but it scares me too. I love you, and I don’t want to do anything that could hurt our marriage. Besides, how would anyone ever arrange something like that? I mean, I just don’t see—”
She stopped in mid-thought, but I understood what she was referring to. The idea of someone else in our bedroom could pose a threat. So I said, “Dorothy, I’ve loved you with heart and soul since we met, and I believe you’ve loved me the same way. I’m convinced that nothing in this world could threaten that love, no matter what we do, as long as we do it as a couple. I believe we have the strength to do almost anything and it will never destroy that love.”
She rolled into my arms, and we made passionate love.
Another month passed with nothing more said, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t busy looking into the idea. I looked at websites that offered adult contact and quickly found some that catered to peo ple who enjoyed watching and be ing watched. I made contact with a fair number of couples, and got quite a few replies. I found one couple that sounded right. Cary and Ronnie were slightly older than Dorothy and I, and lived in a city a couple of hundred miles away.
They included two pictures, one in bathing suits and one in casual dress. They were a really nice-looking couple. The bio said they were in their mid-40s. He worked as a draftsman, she was a secretary. I gave them a call and had a really nice conversation. They said they started doing this five years ago and simply enjoyed the thrill and excitement of watching and being watched.
Cary added that two or three times they had exchanged partners, but that was unusual. Still, he wanted us to know that if we desired that, they might be receptive. I explained that we’d never done anything like this, and I wasn’t even sure Dorothy would go through with it. They were both understanding, and said that if we decided to get together just to give them a call.
That night I took Dorothy out to dinner at a nice restaurant, and over after-dinner coffee told her about Cary and Ronnie and our contacts. At first she was really hesitant. I told her all about them and showed her the pictures. She asked questions, like what did I know about them, where could such a thing happen, and most of all, could we meet first without actually doing anything?
I answered all her questions and said finally, “Sweetheart, I need to know, is it okay to set up a no-commitment meeting with Cary and Ronnie?”
She sat looking down for a minute, then finally looked at me and said, “I guess I’m okay with it if you think it’s safe, and if we’re not actually committed at first to do more than just talk.”
I took her hand and stood her up, and right there in the restaurant we kissed. Then we went home and made wonderful love.
The next day I called Cary, and we arranged to meet Saturday evening at a lovely resort about halfway between us. I booked a suite with two king beds, sauna, full bar—the works. We agreed to meet in the lounge at six.
We got there early, and at six sharp I saw them walk in. They spotted us immediately. They were just what the bio and pictures had suggested: a really nice-looking couple in their mid to late forties. They were well-dressed and carried themselves with a relaxed poise that made both Dorothy and I feel more at ease.
After introductions, we ordered drinks and got to know each other. We discussed our work and other things, and before long we were talking in a free and relaxed manner, like old friends. Cary and I were both in casual dress, as were the girls. Dorothy was wearing a light summer dress that showed off her figure without being obvious, and Ronnie was wearing a skirt and blouse that did much the same for her.
After close to an hour, Cary opened the subject on all our minds. “So, Brett, you said this is something new for the both of you, is that right?”
Trying to sound casual, I said, “Yes it is, Cary. It’s something I’ve wanted to try, and I finally convinced Dorothy, so here we are.”
Looking at Dorothy, he said, “And so, Dorothy, are you? Convinced, I mean.”
Dorothy looked at me, then back at Cary. “I guess I’m not absolutely sure yet,” she said. “I admit it sounds, well, exciting, but—” She paused and looked down before saying, “I just never imagined, you know, making love with Brett while someone watched us.”
Ronnie took Dorothy’s hand and said, “I know how you feel, honey. When Cary brought this up the first time, I thought he’d lost his mind. The idea scared me, but at the same time it excited me, and that remained the case until the first time. Just so you know, you shouldn’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to do. All you have to do is say no, okay?”
Her words seemed to relax Dorothy. Shortly after that we went to the restaurant and had a wonderful meal and continued our visit. During dinner Cary explained how they usually went about this. “We just go to the room and relax with a drink, and when the moment feels right, we let it happen. Each couple just moves at their own pace. Some times one couple will begin while the other watches, and sometimes we just all make love at the same time.”
As they talked, the tension Dorothy and I were feeling diminished. So when we were all finished, I said to Dorothy, “Sweetheart, what do you want to do?”
She looked at Cary and Ronnie, then at me, and said, “Let’s go to the room and see.” To Cary and Ronnie she said, “Can we do that and still not actually do anything if we don’t want to?”
Cary answered. “Like Ronnie said, you can say no at any time. One thing has to be clear: no pressure, truly.”
In the room, we all found places to get comfortable. There were two small sofas, and Cary and Ronnie sat on one. I fixed drinks and put on some music, and Dorothy and I settled on the other sofa. While I was fixing the drinks, Ronnie went and stripped one bed down to sheets and pillows. She also kicked off her shoes and loosened her blouse and skirt.
We visited some, but after a while they began making out on their sofa. Soon Cary said, “Dorothy, we’re going to move to the bed, but I want the two of you to do whatever you want, or nothing at all. Is that okay?”
Without waiting for an answer, Cary took Ronnie’s hand, and they went to the bed. As we watched, they stood by the bed kissing and began slowly undressing each other. It was simply beautiful to watch. They were in no hurry. Soon she had on just panties and bra and he was down to his boxer shorts. He unsnapped her bra, allowing her breasts to come into full view, then bent and gently licked and then sucked each nipple until it was standing straight out. Then he skipped her panties down her legs, and when she stepped out of them, we saw that she too had a full growth of pubic hair.
As Ronnie kicked the panties away, she pulled Cary’s boxer shorts down his legs, revealing a magnificent cock, seven to eight inches long, quite thick and angled up toward her tummy. They continued to stand and kiss while gently exploring each other’s bodies. He caressed her back, then her ass, then back to her breasts, all the while kissing her lips, neck and shoulders. She in turn bent slightly and licked his nipples, then began slowly stroking his big cock. Finally, at some unspoken signal they lay down on the bed, and he began kissing his way down her body until he was at her pussy.
Dorothy and I hadn’t moved, but when they lay down, I said, “Dorothy, let’s get on the other bed and watch from there.” She said nothing, but got up and moved to the bed and began removing the covers as Ronnie had done earlier. When that was done, I moved up behind her and whispered, “Sweetheart, can I undress you before we get on the bed?” She said nothing, but she nodded her head, so I quickly unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in only panties and bra. I unsnapped her bra and it too fell to the floor. I shed my clothes and guided her to the bed. We lay on our side in spoon position, with Dorothy on the side nearest Cary and Ronnie.
On the other bed Cary was on his back with his majestic cock standing up proudly while Ronnie hovered over him licking his cock and occasionally moving to his nut sac, then back to suck the head of his cock. It was the most erotic scene I had ever witnessed, and I knew it was having the same effect on Dorothy, because she couldn’t take her eyes off what was taking place.
While Dorothy watched, I gently rubbed her breasts and nipples, which were already hard as little pebbles. Encouraged, I moved my hand down and stroked her pussy through her panties. Encountering no resistance, I slid her panties down her legs. I was relieved when she lifted her hips and let me slip them off her feet! She was now completely nude, so I quickly slid my shorts off, leaving us both ready for what might come next.
On the other bed, things had progressed. Ronnie was now on her back with her legs drawn up while Cary licked her from the top of her pussy to her puckered asshole. As I moved my hand to Dorothy’s ass, she slowly lifted her top leg, giving me access to her swollen and already sopping-wet pussy. I fingered her love hole and felt her large clit already long and hard, and knew I would soon have at least one of my fantasies fulfilled.
About then Ronnie said, “Ohmygod, baby, please suck me harder! I’m nearly there, baby, nearly there! Suck it, yes, like that! Now, baby, I’m coming, baby, now!” She arched herself up, forcing her pussy into his lips, continuing to moan until finally she collapsed back on the bed. Cary moved up, pushing her legs up toward her chest with his arms, making her love hole totally available to his big cock, which he began to push slowly in her pussy. From the side we had a clear view of it entering her slowly. It was both exciting and beautiful to watch.
As he sank more and more cock in her, I stroked Dorothy’s now extended and extremely wet clit, causing her to roll back somewhat on her back and spread her legs, giving me complete access to her. She was as hot as I had ever seen her, and within half a minute she had a convulsive climax, soaking my hand with her juice and moaning, “Ohmygod, Brett, please don’t stop, please! Oh God, I can’t stop coming! Please, baby, rub me, yes, like that! Oh God, I’m going to shoot, baby! Now, I’m coming now!”
I eased off, and Dorothy finally started to calm down. Her breathing returned almost to normal.
On the other bed, things had moved into high gear. We saw Cary’s big ball sac hitting Ronnie’s ass while he gave her everything he had. Both of them were now at the edge. “Damn, sweetie,” he said, “your pussy is on fire! I can’t hold it in any longer! Now, Ron, here it comes!” With those words they both went stiff with a dramatic climax, after which they lay holding each other, enjoying the afterglow of satisfaction.
As we all lay there, the room was strangely quiet until Dorothy whispered, “That was really beautiful. I had no idea how beautiful watching two people making love could be.” After a while I began to gently play with her breasts, which caused her to roll back into my arms. I said, “Baby, I want you really bad right now, but I’m not sure what you want to do.”
With no hesitation she took my face in her hands and said, “I want you to fuck me, right now, right this minute, while Cary and Ronnie watch us. I want you to spread my legs and shove your beautiful cock in my wet pussy and fuck me until I come like never before.”
Her words were like an electric shock in my head, and I quickly moved down her body toward her pussy. Her words had lit a fire in me, and I was desperate to please her. I placed my hands behind her knees and pushed her legs toward her chest, much as Cary had done to Ronnie. Her clit was sticking out longer than I’d ever seen it. I took it in my lips and sucked it as if it was a small cock, and in under half a minute she started to climax. Her body shook, and she made sounds unlike I’d ever heard from her.
Just when it seemed she could take no more, she cried, “Oh God, Brett, please, baby, I can’t stand it! I’m coming, oh fuck, I’m coming again! Now, baby, I’m going to come! Suck it, suck it, oh fuck, now, oh God, now!” Her entire body arched up in the air, and she discharged the largest amount of fluid I had ever seen from her. It was truly like she had ejaculated, covering my entire face and mouth.
When she calmed down, she opened her eyes, looked down at me and said, “That was wonderful, sweetheart. I just couldn’t stop. It was just so wonderful, so intense, I just wanted it to go on and on.” I quickly moved up and placed my cock at her pussy hole and pushed into her all the way until my balls hit her ass. Without moving at all, I unloaded my nuts in her, after which I simply collapsed on top of her without moving.
I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, but somehow I managed to roll to one side and we lay just enjoying the afterglow of the most intense sexual experience of our 20 years together. At last Ronnie said, “That was lovely to watch, you two. There’s nothing more beautiful than seeing two people in love bring each other such pleasure.”
Her words seemed to bring both Dorothy and me back to reality. Then Dorothy surprised me by looking at Ronnie and saying, “Thank you, both of you, for making it so easy for us. I had no idea it would be like this.”
Ronnie said, “It’s nice of you to say, but really no thanks are necessary.”
Sometime later we all got cleaned up and dressed, and following one last drink Cary and Ronnie prepared to leave. As they were about to walk out, Dorothy went to Ronnie and they embraced, and Dorothy thanked her again for a special evening. Cary and I shook hands, and then he took Dorothy in his arms and kissed her on the cheek, so I did the same with Ronnie.
Cary smiled at Dorothy and said to her, “Do you think this is something you might like to do again?”
She smiled and said, “Oh yes, absolutely! Definitely!”
Then they left us alone. Much later, when Dorothy and I had made love again and were just holding each other, I said to her, “Do you think you would ever want to take things with Cary and Ronnie a step further, maybe even exchange partners?”
She didn’t reply for a long time. Even tually she said, “I don’t know. Not right away. For now this is enough. But some time in the future, maybe.”
I lay there trying to visualize what that would be like, and instantly got my third erection of the night! If that ever happens, I may have to write another letter.—B.G., Lethbridge, Alberta
The first time I met my wife, I noticed an unusual quirk that I admired. It was in her stance, the way she presented herself. Over the several years since, there have been numerous times she’s presented herself in the same manner to new people guys she met.
I never thought much about it until I asked her about it one afternoon. Earlier in the day while we were at the grocery store we had met a young fellow I worked with. I introduced Frances to him, and with her back toward the grocery cart, legs straight, gripping the cart with both hands behind her, she displayed herself to him, allowing him an uninhibited view of her trim frame. But this time, because of the blouse she was wearing, I noticed her nipples were swelling.
She wanted him to fuck her!
After some questioning, she hesitantly admitted just that. I talked to her more about it, and she admitted she had desires recently for the tow-truck driver who came to get our car, causing me to remember how she had stood in her form-fitting dress, leaning against the garage wall with her arms folded behind her back.
“Seriously, though,” she concluded, “I have never acted on any of those urges.” By now I had a raging hard-on, and we proceeded to one of our best sexual encounters in a long time.
We had never discussed it any more, but over the next few weeks every time the thought of Frances having sex with another man crossed my mind, I immediately had a hard-on! I couldn’t get it out of my head. This particular Sat urday night, things just fell into place.
We were at a sports bar on the outskirts of town, me playing a game of pool and Frances waiting at the bar for a drink, when a rather tall, good-looking young fellow approached her and struck up a conversation. Almost imme diately she turned her back to the bar and placed her hands behind her as she faced him. She was looking simply ” deli cious” in pleated-in-front pants that augmented her flat tummy and a pull-over blouse that outlined her firm tits. They talked for several minutes, her periodically balancing on her toes, elongating her body in front of him with her tits brushing against his chest and arm as she spoke.
Suddenly, a guy from across the bar spotted him and called him over to where he was. He excused himself and left Frances. She joined me in the game room, where I could still see her puffy nipples under the fabric. The first words out of my mouth were: “Do you want to do something about that?”
She gave me a hopelessly puzzled look and asked what I was talking about. “Well,” I said, “I can tell that you want that young guy to fuck you. Am I right?”
“Oh, sure,” she admitted, “but I don’t even know the guy. Besides, there’s no way you would let me.”
I said something that shocked her. “If I left you here to get to know him, do you think you could convince him to come home with you?”
“He knows I’m married,” she shot back. “How do I explain you away?”
I said, “Does he know I’m here?”
“No, he doesn’t,” she said.
“Well, then,” I said, “tell him your husband is out of town till tomorrow night, and let him know how lonely you are. That’ll get him there. I’m going home and go in the basement, so the rest of the house is all yours. Good luck.” And I left her sitting there.
Outside, as I was walking past one of the windows, I glanced inside and saw Frances still sitting there, with a stunned look on her face. I wondered if I had done the right thing. Then all of a sudden she pushed her chair back, picked up her drink and, with a broad smile, made her way over to where the guy was seated. I watched long enough to see him give her his seat, grinning from ear to ear as she sat down. I thought, if this guy is like most guys I know, it won’t be long till he’ll be “boinkin’” my wife.
It was a little past midnight when I parked the car on the next block, then walked home and entered the house through the garage. I figured I had a little less than two hours to check the security cameras, the first one being in the garage. After that I checked the ones in the kitchen and living room before making doubly sure that the one in the bedroom was working. Upon com pletion, I adjourned to the TV room in the basement to be sure I had a clear picture from each camera. Then I settled in to wait.
A little past two in the morning I saw headlights approaching our house from the outside camera and watched a strange car pull up in the drive and stop. I was shaking like a leaf in a storm while I waited impatiently for them to emerge. He exited the car first and held the door open for her. I was taken aback somewhat as she stepped out. Her hair was mussed a bit, her blouse was untucked and pulled up, and her slacks were unzipped and wide open in the front. I didn’t have time to think about it when she opened the overhead door with her opener and they moved hurriedly through the garage to the kitchen door.
Once inside, they immediately locked in an embrace. Their hands were all over each other while they kissed and panted. Her clothes came off one garment at a time. When she backed into the living room’s camera view, she was naked, with him smothering her tits with his hands and mouth. She let out a squeal while his fingers probed her tight cunt. She gasped and squealed loudly as he continued, till she reached out and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor.
He stopped fondling her long enough to pull his shirt over his head and for her to pull his shorts down. This being the second man she had ever seen naked, she looked like a deer in the headlights as she laid eyes on his manhood. I managed to utter “holy shit” myself when I saw it. The thing was huge, long and thick with a massive bulge on its underside, curving slightly to his left as it continued to stiffen.
She grabbed it frantically with both hands and pulled it to her pussy. “Oh God, fuck me!” she begged. “I need that in me. Please fuck me!”
He guided her to the back of the couch, picked her up and sat her on it, then placed his massive cockhead at her hot opening and pushed into her. I almost creamed my shorts as I watched it disappear inside her. A moan erupted from her throat as her pussy engulfed the entire shaft. She wrapped her legs around him and pressed her tits against his chest as he stroked his cock in her. She was overwhelmed with excitement, clutching and grabbing at him, trying to force him deeper inside her. I had never seen or experienced sex with her like this. I watched spellbound, not wanting to miss any of it.
“The bedroom is just down the hall,” I heard her say while she hugged him close. He put his hands under her butt cheeks, picked her up and, with his shaft still in her, carried her to the bed. He laid her out on it gently while continuing his penetration of her, crawling on top of her. She gasped as he began thrusting into her and clutched the bed covers tightly in her fists. Her body never stopped moving a few times they nearly fell off the bed. Her breasts rose and fell as she thrust against him. I had never heard her gasp and scream like she was doing. It was almost frightening, except for the fact that she was having the time of her life.
He had been in her for over an hour when he suddenly picked up the pace of his thrusts. Her tits wobbled violently with those thrusts, and she screamed, “Oh, fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh, come inside me! Please come in me!” My hard-on throbbed as I watched the stranger pump his fluid in my wife, with her melting in his grasp.
They lay together, with him still inside her, for several minutes before he pulled out. Her cunt made a sucking sound when he did.
He lay beside her. She spoke first: “My God, that was utterly fantastic!”
He said, “You’re amazing. Your husband is one lucky man.”
A smile spread across her face as she thought of me. Then she said, “No, I’m the lucky one.”
They lay there together for several minutes, not speaking. Then Frances turned on her side, resting her head on her hand and elbow, and, staring at his wilted shaft, said, “Care to go again?”
He laughed and said, “I’d love to, but it’s up to him.” He was pointing at his spent cock.
Frances, lying across his torso, chuck led and said, “You leave him to me.”
He raised himself up on his elbows and watched as she teased his limp flesh with her fingers and mouth, telling it how much she enjoyed having it in her. Within minutes she had it standing tall again.
“Okay, you’re ready,” she said. “And I’m ready. Let’s do it!”
Frances balanced herself straddling him on her knees and grabbed his stiff cock, then eased herself down over it. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as it entered her, smiling as her pussy engulfed it. He reached up and massaged her tits while she rocked herself back and forth on him, saying repeatedly, “Fuck me, baby! Work it! Do it! Do it good!”
Her clit was in perfect position, and soon she was climaxing, lying on his chest with him still in her. He let her lie there a couple of minutes before rolling her over and, still inside her, stroking in and out of her again. Soon he had her literally squealing with delight as she came again.
Suddenly he withdrew his cock and said for Frances to rest on the bed on her hands and knees. Positioning himself at her rear, he pushed himself eas ily into her drooling opening. The way they were positioned, I had a perfect view of his penetration, with her cunt lips stretching to their limits to accommodate him. After pushing all the way in her, he slowly pulled all the way out, and then repeated the process several times. She was beside herself enjoying the penetrations until he finally pushed in her and stayed there, thrusting slowly. Her tits swung tantalizingly as he thrust in her, making her come again.
It was nearly six in the morning when he finally pumped another load in her and collapsed beside her. And then something happened that I hadn’t figured on. They both fell asleep!
Not wanting to blow our story, and being hungry, I sneaked out of the house and went to get some breakfast. I was the first customer at the nearby fast-food joint, and as I sat eating, I thought of a plan. I called the house, and when Frances answered, I said to tell the guy I was calling from the airport and would be home in an hour.
I drove home, parked away from the house, where I could see his car, and waited. In no more than 20 minutes I saw him scurry out the front door, sprint to his car and speed away. Arriving home, I went directly to the bedroom, where I found Frances, still naked, on top of the bed. She was asleep again, with a faint smile, come oozing from her swollen cunt lips.
I stripped and laid beside her, and she soon reached around me and, without opening her eyes, said, “I’m ready if you are.” Well, I was more than ready, and was soon adding my come to the guy’s.
We slept most of the day, and when we awoke, Frances thanked me profoundly for what I had let her do. She said she couldn’t convey how grateful she was, or how much she enjoyed it. I joked that she owed me big-time.
We didn’t talk again of that night’s activities until two weeks later, when we returned to the same bar. I could tell Frances was looking for the guy, but he wasn’t there. Although she didn’t say anything, I knew she was disappointed.
She opened up about him. I found out that his name was Barry, that he worked construction which explained his muscular frame , and that he was only going to be in town till his portion of work on the new mall was complete. We both concluded that we probably wouldn’t see him again, and were about to head for home when I saw Frances’s face light up. She had spotted him com ing in the door.
She gave a big wave, and got a big hello from him as he approached our table, waving back to her and smiling. I thought he was going to speak to her, when he saw me and walked right on by. We talked about him for a couple of minutes, and she asked, “Would you mind, I mean, could I do it again?”
I could tell she really wanted him to fuck her again, so I set out to see if I could make it happen. I approached Barry at the bar and said hi. He said hello nervously. I continued, “Clint’s my name. I’m Frances’s husband.” The color faded from his face. “She tells me you fucked her a couple of weeks ago.” His immediately reaction was denial. I interrupted, saying, “I’m not here to con front you. On the contrary, I’m here to ask if you’d care to join us for a little three-way action. I chuckled a bit when I said, “It seems she enjoyed the time the two of you spent together, and really hopes you’ll join us.”
Barry relaxed somewhat, and I asked him over to our table. As we sat down, Frances said to him, “I was amazed what we did that night. I just wanted to include Clint this time, if you’re up for it.” Her face was turning bright red. Barry said he too had enjoyed himself, and he was more than willing to accom modate her wishes.
“That calls for a drink,” I said, and went to the bar for a round. I returned in time to hear the two of them discussing the events of two weeks ago, and couldn’t help noticing that Frances’s nipples were straining at the confines of her bra. A glow in her cheeks told me she was ready. We finished our drinks with my wife begging us to take her home and, as she put it, “do me.”
Frances rode the five miles back to the house with Barry. What with traffic delays I encountered, I arrived prob ably almost ten minutes after them. I found them in the kitchen, talking. As I entered, I heard her saying she wanted to wait for me before beginning. I could tell, though, from the way her blouse was pulled open, that he had been feeling her up.
“Let’s get started,” I said.
I told Barry to get Frances’s blouse off, and I set about removing her skirt. He stood directly in front of her while I unsnapped her bra and pushed it off her shoulders. Instantly, he reached out his hands to caress her tits. He kissed and sucked on both of them till I stepped beside her and told him to help me. From either side of her we pulled her panties down and helped her step out of them. Our lips and hands were all over her as she giggled and squealed with excitement.
She fumbled nervously with his belt buckle and zipper and finally got them to fall to the floor, then pulled his shorts down, revealing his growing manhood. Almost frantically, she attacked it with her mouth and hands, kissing and mouthing the shaft while massaging his testicles between thumb and fingers.
While Barry pulled his shirt over his head, I began to get naked. Within seconds all three of us were. Frances grabbed hold of our cocks, one in each hand, and walking backwards led us out of the kitchen, down the hall to our bedroom. We joked with her, asking what she was going to do with us, being that she seemed to be in charge.
“You’ll see,” she said as she laid herself back on the bed. “I’m all yours. Do what you will to me.”
Immediately, I knelt between her legs, slid my hands beneath her butt cheeks and tongued her tingling cunt. Barry lay beside her and kissed her neck, moving quickly down to suck her swollen nipples while she stroked his shaft. Within a couple of minutes she said emphatically, “I don’t care which one of you it is, but one of you has to fuck me now or I’m going to explode!”
I laughed and, pulling away from her, said to Barry, “She’s all yours. Go for it.”
As he positioned himself between her legs, she gripped my arm for support and approval. I leaned over her, kissed her gently and said simply, “En joy!” He lowered himself onto her, with her guiding his cock to her drooling cunt. He paused only a moment while the swollen head of his shaft found her opening, then pushed in. She moaned as her cunt engulfed him.
Barry began stroking slowly. Frances released my arm and held him close. I was having second thoughts, but they faded as I saw how much she was enjoying it. He was really fucking her good. She squealed and bucked beneath him, sweating profusely, with her legs flailing in the air. Clutching his shoulders, she shouted repeatedly, “Oh, oh, oh,” as he thrust in her relentlessly. It was like watching a rerun of two weeks ago.
They fucked for some time before Barry shouted, “I’m going to come! I’m coming!” and emptied himself in Frances. She gasped loudly and held him close, not wanting a drop of his come to escape. Finally he collapsed on her. They lay in each other’s arms snuggling a couple of minutes before he withdrew. She thanked him greatly for what he had done.
We were both somewhat surprised when Barry began dressing. Frances asked if he wasn’t staying. He said he would like nothing more than to stay, but since his job was finished, he and his crew were leaving early in the morning for a new location out of state. He thanked both of us, with special thanks to Frances, before leaving.
Frances was saddened somewhat by Barry’s departure, but in the following weeks I did my best to make her for get all about him.—C.O., Fort Worth, Texas
The road ahead was clear of traffic, so I let my foot get heavy on the gas pedal. The car sped off through the dimly lit streets that would lead Victoria and me back home to our brand new apartment. We had moved in together just a few weeks earlier, and what with our work commitments and everything, we’d only just found time to have a proper celebratory night out. We’d eaten our fill at a Chinese restaurant, then sat through a slushy romantic comedy at the cinema around the corner from the noodle bar.
Throughout the movie Victoria had been really wolfing down the popcorn, so it was little wonder that her lipstick had gotten just a shade beat up. In addition, we had shared a few lusty kisses during the closing credits, which had made her scarlet smile blurrier still. So the first thing she did when we got back to the car was to open up her handbag and take out a tube of lipstick, even before she’d bothered to fasten her seat belt.
“You mustn’t do that,” I said now, as she turned the rear-view mirror away from me and toward her face, so she could see what she was doing.
“You want me to look nice, don’t you?” Victoria replied, as she puckered up and drew the lipstick carefully around the outer edges of her lips. I didn’t argue, since I was trying to focus on the road ahead, and anyway, there was never any point in trying to argue with Victoria. Once she’d made up her mind to do something, she did what she wanted, quite regardless of all other considerations—such as road safety, or the risk to our lives.
“Hurry up,” I told her, since I knew I had a sharp left turn coming up, and I would need to check the road behind me before I made it. And in addition to that, I needed her to stop distracting me with her sexy sideshow. There was something really sensual about watching Victoria applying her powders and paint. Having worked the lipstick around the outer rim of her mouth, she would then proceed to fill in the plump, fleshy contours of her lips. After that she would take out a tissue and kiss it to clean off any excess paint. And that was always my favorite moment. The kiss would leave a bright red smear of lipstick in the center of the tissue, which Victoria would then usually press up against my cheek. I always thought that the mark it made looked exactly like a pussy. Whenever that tissue made its mark, I knew that I was going to have fun that night.
“There’s a kiss for you, Mister,” Victoria said to me now, as she placed her pussy-shaped stamp upon my skin.
“Now can I have the mirror back?” I asked.
Victoria smiled, then twisted the mirror back into its proper position, just in time for me to make the sharp left turn.
“You look really sensational,” I told her, looking over at her freshly painted smile once I had safely negotiated the corner. That smile grew even bigger in appreciation of the compliment. Then Victoria began to get all kittenish. She placed a hand on my thigh, and in a sexy, purring voice she thanked me for a wonderful evening.
“Wasn’t that Chinese food great?” I said.
I could feel her hand moving closer to my crotch. “It was nice,” she murmured. “And so was the popcorn, but I’m still feeling just a little bit hungry.”
With that she reached for my fly and tugged my zipper all the way down. Next she leaned forward till her head was in my lap, and used her fingers to coax my prick out my boxer shorts. Somewhat breathlessly, I told her to stop, since we were heading into some traffic but as I said, once Victoria has made up her mind to do something, nothing is going to stop her from pursuing her chosen goal. Not, in all honesty, that I really wanted her to stop. “What are you doing?” I shouted at her, but more in anticipation than anger.
“Why do you think I just repainted my lips?” Victoria said, and with that she closed her mouth around the tip of my cock. A split second later I felt those scarlet lips caressing my still- flaccid flesh as she slowly engulfed my thick shaft. Since my cock was still soft, she was easily able to swallow my full length, and then proceed to make it harder with some well-placed oral ministrations. Her tongue concentrated on titillating my crown, while her moist lips bobbed up and down the stem of my prick. I felt the heat of her breath sparking fires within my crotch. As my dick grew rapidly between her lips, I inadvertently closed my eyes and began to think of . . .
WAAAAHHH!! A car horn blared out an angry warning, bringing my mind violently back into focus. My eyes flew open, and I saw that I was going much too fast for safety. I quickly slowed down and tried to concentrate on my driving, in spite of what Victoria was doing.
Not wanting the blowjob to end, but afraid to keep on driving while it was going on, I looked around for somewhere quiet where I could pull over. Half a block up ahead I saw a neon sign that read, “Underground Parking—200 Spaces.” When I got there I saw that the place was almost empty, since it was close to midnight, so I drove down the steep incline into the subterranean garage and parked the car against the furthest wall.
Finally I was able to relax a little. The possibility of causing an accident had stopped me from concentrating fully on the way that Victoria was making mischief with my prick, but with that threat gone, I was able just to close my eyes and go with the feelings. Quickly my dick gained both inches and rigidity as Victoria’s painted lips gripped the base of my shaft tightly, vibrating just a little as she rocked those lips back and forth in tiny twitching movements. She continued to titillate that same spot while caressing my staff with her tongue, until my dick became too long for her mouth to accommodate completely.
Once I had stiffened out to my full length and girth, Victoria drew her lips back up my shaft until only the crown remained in her mouth. She then worked her tongue into the folds of my hood. Gripping the foreskin with her lips, she pushed the hood back down my shaft. My uncovered glans was throbbing fit to burst as her tongue lashed out at my sensitive slit.
Oh, that scarlet kiss! I let out a deep groan of pleasure as a drop of precome trickled out of my slit. My glans has always been hypersensitive, so it responded quickly to Victoria’s actions. Her tongue was endlessly circumnavigating my bulbous tip, coating it in a thick layer of her drool. I thrilled to the sensations her actions were arousing, and I gazed down in awe, lust and happiness as she then began to slide her lips up and down my shaft.
Much as I adore making love to my gorgeous girlfriend, I must admit that when it comes to penetration I’ll take a mouth over a pussy any old day of the week. The thing that swings it for me is that you can watch a blowjob happening. When I’m on top of Victoria, screwing her, or when she’s on top of me, screwing me, I don’t get to see that prick of mine go sliding in and out of her hole. But when she’s giving me head, I get to see every inch of my cock pushing in and out of her lips. And sometimes, when she is deep-throating me, it’s almost impossible to figure out how that pretty, little mouth can handle so much dick.
I kept on staring, musing on that mystery, lost in admiration as Victoria ate up more and more of my rigid shaft. Little by little, she quickened the pace of her sucking, her head bobbing steadily up and down. The heightened tempo caused her long brown hair to tumble down into her face, and I brushed it away and held it aside, so it wouldn’t get in the way of the beautiful sight in front of me.
God, what a picture! Each time Victoria slid her lips downward they reached almost to the base of my shaft, just as they had done when my dick was still flaccid. Most of the time those lips clung tightly to my inflamed cock, but now and again they would part just enough for her tongue to flick out between them. Whenever that happened, I obeyed the urge to swing my butt right out of the seat, thus forcing my cock a little deeper into Victoria’s mouth. “Keep it there, baby,” I whispered to her, loving the deep-throat feeling.
At that point Victoria’s mouth felt as warm, deep, wet and inviting as any pussy I had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I placed my hands on her head and held her face where it was, while I worked my hips up and down, fucking that glorious mouth. I was right on the verge of climax, and I couldn’t prevent myself from taking control like that. Victoria liked it too she moaned with pleasure, sucking harder than ever as I pumped my dick deep into her mouth, then discharged jet after jet of come down her throat.
As soon as I started climaxing I let go of Victoria’s head. She pulled her mouth back to hold just the head of my cock in her lips, and closed her eyes as she swallowed my come. One hand took hold of my staff as she ran her tongue around my pulsating crown. Still more come was pouring out of my slit, and Victoria seemed to want to drink down every single drop of the stuff.
I must have gone on coming for a full 30 seconds, while Victoria’s lips sucked hard at my crown and her tongue kept swirling around my glans, lapping up each drop of juice just as quickly as I could spurt it out. She didn’t take her mouth away until my orgasmic pulsations had totally faded. At that point she lifted up her dress and pulled her satin panties down and off. Before my cock had a chance to lose its stiffness, she quickly straddled my crotch and took it inside her cunt.
The extreme stickiness around that orifice made it instantly clear to me just how turned on she had become while performing the blowjob. It became even clearer as my dick pushed deeper and deeper inside her. Her insides were spasming with the kind of forceful intensity that they normally displayed just before she climaxed. It felt almost as if her internal muscles were strangling my dick, such was the vigor of those vaginal convulsions.
Victoria placed her arms around my shoulders as she began to swing her pussy back and forth. As she did so I tugged down the front of her dress, then buried my face between her luscious tits. The blowjob had left me supremely satisfied, so I was worried that I might lose my erection before she reached a satisfying climax. Sucking on her nipples seemed like a pretty good way to keep me feeling horny, so I took her left breast into my mouth, at the same time cupping her curvy ass with my hands.
At that point it almost seemed as if I was now the one giving head—only I wasn’t sucking on an eight-inch dick, I was sucking on a swollen nipple! As Victoria’s cunt slid up and down my cock, her tits were bouncing all over the place, and her nipple kept moving all around inside my wide open mouth.Sometimes it would jam in real deep, and I would feel the full volume of that succulent mound within my mouth, while other times I would just feel the tip of the nipple as it brushed delicately against my lips and tongue.
Judging from her gasps and moans as she continued to fuck me, Victoria seemed to like it most when her tit was fully plugged into my kisser. So, letting go of her ass, I grabbed hold of her left breast and held it firmly inside my mouth, jamming as much in as I could. I circled her nipple with my tongue, while dribbling all over her dark brown areola. This seemed to get to her almost as much as riding my dick, and her orgasm was almost immediate. The spasms of her pussy became harder and more rapid, until she threw back her head and let out an ear-splitting shriek as her entire body convulsed.
I could feel her pussy flooded with her juices as though a dam had burst, and I breathed in deeply to inhale the scent of her passion. I took my mouth from her breast and kissed her hard upon her bright red lips. The climactic convulsions of her cunt had stimulated my dick to the point where I could feel it getting hard again. I bucked my pelvis up and down, letting her know that I wanted her to keep on riding my prick.
Without missing a beat, Victoria continued to bounce around in my lap. I felt my revivified cock pumping in and out of her orifice, my bulbous prickhead leading the charge, feeling the occasional post-orgasmic contractions of her pussy. The thick, pungent juices that had gushed out of her hole during her climax had helped to lubricate her already moist vagina, making her slippery inner walls more pliable than they had been before. The full length of my dick slid easily in and out of her pussy, enabling her to double the speed of her thrusts without even breaking a sweat.
I held Victoria tight and kissed the scarlet lipstick right off her lips as her determined, passionate, high-speed thrusts drove me all the way to a second orgasm. As my happily throbbing prick began to spray its seed inside her, I pulled my lips from hers and let out a cry of pure ecstatic joy. It was almost an animal noise, but then I guess that was kind of appropriate, since the way that we had fucked around that night had been animalistic in the extreme. Pure physical pleasure! Pure physical lust! And plenty hot enough to leave me totally breathless and totally exhausted.
“Take me home,” Victoria whispered into my ear. She must have noticed how beat I was, although still looking fresh as a daisy herself. She planted a final kiss upon my lips, then climbed out of my lap and got back into the passenger seat. Reaching across, she daintily tucked my prick back into my boxer shorts, and then zipped up my fly. It took a couple of moments for me to become as composed as she was but finally I turned the key in the ignition and drove out of the garage.
Naturally, we were no sooner out on the street again before Victoria had grabbed hold of the rear-view mirror and turned it towards her beautiful, glowing face. Taking some makeup out of her handbag, she toned down the redness of her cheeks with a powder puff. Then she pulled out her tube of lipstick and began once again to touch up her lips where my mouth had kissed them bare.
I was trying to concentrate on the road ahead, but I couldn’t resist watching her as she did her little trick of kissing off the excess lipstick onto a tissue. As I said, usually when I saw that mark on the tissue, it reminded me of a pussy. This time, however, it looked more like a sexy, satisfied smile.
“There’s a kiss for you, Mister,” Victoria said, as she reached across and pressed the tissue against my right cheek.
When she gave me my rear-view mirror back, I took a quick look at my reflection. The satisfied smile that Victoria’s tissue had left upon my cheek was like an echo of the one that now played upon my lips as I drove my baby back home.—Anonymous
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