I’ve been married to my beautiful wife for two years now. She was my high-school sweetheart, and is my one true love. Karen is a spunky five feet four and totally hot. She’s very athletic and can hold her own on the softball field, even against guys. It’s her favorite way to stay in shape, and she currently plays on two teams. I also play on one of those teams. And that’s where my story starts.
We were getting ready to take the field for what we hoped would be the last half-inning of a doubleheader we were winning when one of the guys, Sean, suggested that we all get together after the game to have some beers. We were playing a team we were tied with for the division championship and we had the lead by two runs, with Karen pitching. It was a big game—if we won, we would go on to the state finals. Sean said we deserved to celebrate whether we won or not, and we all agreed it was a great idea, then took the field.
I gave Karen a quick kiss and a smack on the ass and told her to do her thing. She struck out the first batter.Sweet! The second batter hit a ground ball to third but beat out the throw. The next batter hit a single, so now we had runners on first and second with the winning run up at the plate with only one out. Karen is very cool under pressure, so I wasn’t worried—well, not too worried. Boom, she struck out the next batter.
With two outs and the pressure mounting, their home-run hitter was up next. You could hear a pin drop when he swung at the first pitch—strike one! Next pitch, foul tip—strike two! Holy shit, we could actually do this! Next pitch, swing and a miss—strike three! We did it! Karen did it! We won! We won the division and were going for the state championship!
After the traditional good-game handshakes with the other team, we picked Karen up and hoisted her on our shoulders, screaming and thanking her for an amazing inning. Once the hoopla settled down, it was off to our favorite watering hole to celebrate.
In the car Karen playfully smacked my arm and said I was a pig. I asked her what she was talking about. She said, “You know what I’m talking about. Rubbing your fingers over my pussy and pressing on my clit while I was on your shoulders.”
“Uh, no, that wasn’t me.”
“You’re kidding me,” she said, not really believing me.
“No I’m not, babe,” I said. “I swear to you. So someone was feeling you up, huh? I’m not rightly sure how I feel about that.”
“What does that mean?” she shot back. “How could you not know how you feel about some other guy touching my pussy?”
And it had to be a guy who diddled Karen because the only other girls on the team weren’t there that day. I was indexing the whole roster in my head trying to pick out who I thought would be ballsy enough to do that, and came up with either Sean or Gil. They both perved after Karen before we got married, and I wouldn’t put it past either of them to grab an opportunity to get a quick feel.
I didn’t say anything to Karen, though, and just let the issue die. Just then a song she loves came on the radio, and it seemed to take her mind off of the subject.
Five minutes later we were pulling into the parking lot of the bar. We all celebrated hard and relived the game over and over, especially Karen striking out the heavy hitter for the final out. We clinked glasses in her honor and did some shots. We were all getting pretty wasted. Not falling-down drunk, but we all had a nice buzz going.
Suddenly Karen suggested we play a game of truth. This is when someone asks a question of a person and they give their answer, and the rest of the group has to decide whether or not the person is telling the truth. If they are, then the person who asked the question has to do a shot. If it’s decided they’re lying, then the liar has to do a shot. We’ve played a few times before and discovered we’re all a bunch of liars! But it’s all in fun.
Mark started the game off asking Sal if he ever thought of fucking the barmaid. Darcy’s a good friend of ours, and when she heard the question, she threw her bar rag at Mark and told Sal he’d better be truthful. He answered yes, and we all knew that he was telling the truth. Honestly, it was a wasted question. Everybody knew that Sal had been trying to get under Darcy’s skirt since the first day we went to the pub. So Mark took a shot. And Sal took a kiss from Darcy.
The game went on like that for a while. When it came to my turn, I looked at Karen, gave her a wink and said, “Sean, were you the one who groped my wife’s pussy while she was on our shoulders this afternoon?”
Karen spit her beer up across the table, and Sean immediately turned beet red! We all laughed while Karen tried to clean up and compose herself. She reached across the table and slapped me. There were wolf whistles, and the guys started hitting the table chanting, “Answer the question! Answer the question!” It was quite a show.
Sean looked as though he wanted to crawl under the table—for a second. Then, as casually as if I’d asked him what time it was, he said, “Damn right I did.”
If Karen had been sipping her beer just then, there would have been another mess to clean up. Her face turned bright crimson, and she looked at Sean with her mouth wide open, staring in disbelief. There were more whoops and hollers from the crowd, and since everyone believed him, the rules said I had to take a shot. I took two! And the game continued. What could I say? Karen looked at me, and then we both shrugged our shoulders. It was over—no harm, no foul.
As the party broke up, Karen, Sean and myself were the last of the gang to call it quits. Karen surprised the shit out of me by inviting Sean over for a nightcap. Before he accepted, he wanted to apologize for his actions. He said he didn’t mean to let his hands wander and hoped we understood. Call me crazy, but if the woman you admitted to touching inappropriately just asked you over for a nightcap, I would have to say I think she/we were over it. So I called him a dick and told him to shut up. That’s our “go” sign for all is fine.
Sean took his car, so Karen and I talked on the drive home. She asked if I was really okay with Sean and what he did. I said yes and asked, was she mad that I wasn’t mad at him? She said no, and added that all this talking about it and finding out who it was had really turned her on. I looked at her and asked what she meant.
“Well, I’m a woman,” she said, “and any woman loves to know that she turns men on. Hear me out! I love you madly, you know that, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel awesome to know that Sean wants to touch me. Does that make sense to you?”
“Well, yeah,” I said, “but are you saying you liked that he touched you?”
“Let’s just say it made me hot,” she said. “I mean, I thought it was you, remember? And you know how sensitive my pussy is. But when I found it wasn’t you, well, I kinda got excited. Like, total tingling in my cunt. Ohmygod, does that piss you off?”
I was taking in everything Karen said, and when she asked that last question I had to question what I was feeling. Arousal! Holy shit, I was getting turned on by the fact that my wife liked knowing that another man touched her pussy! How freakin’ bizarre is that? This was new to me, for sure! Feeling like I had nothing to lose, I asked her if there was anything she wanted to do about her feelings. Did she want to pursue them? Maybe do some sexploration with Sean?
By the time we made it home, we had explored this whole situation and set up a few ground rules. We made sure we still loved each other (that’s a joke!), and decided we would—as a couple—see if our friend Sean wanted to have sex with Karen while I watched.
If anyone would have told me I would ever let another man touch my wife, for sure I would have beat the crap out of them. Yet now here I was setting up the whole scenario—all to take place in my very own home! Wow!
Karen and I wasted no time. Sean was happy to come over the next night, and we went right after him as soon as we handed him a drink. Naturally he thought that we were full of shit and backed away. Karen wasn’t giving up that easily, and as she made her way to him, she took off her shirt. He looked away and told her to stop. Then he looked at me as if I was going to come over to him swinging.
When he saw me smiling, his demeanor changed. “You guys are fucking serious, aren’t you?” he said.
“Hell, yes!” I answered.
Karen jumped in. “Sean, we’ve never done anything like this before. All that talk in the bar and finding out that you touched me in such a way got me really horny. Tony and I talked the whole ride home and discovered that this was something we wanted to try, together. Now you’re here, and we want to know if you’d like to fuck me while he watches us. So Sean, will you? Will you fuck my hot pussy while Tony watches?”
Whoa! Did my punctilious wife really just say that to our friend? By God, she absolutely did! Hot damn, she’s sexy when she talks filthy!
And with that, the clothes came off, and soon the bodies started getting sweaty with all the humping, sucking and fucking that was going on. Sean’s cock was a little shorter than mine but noticeably thicker, and when Karen went down on him, her mouth was spread wider than I’d ever seen. I found it an incredibly erotic scene.
When Sean shouted out that he was about to come, Karen stopped him just before he did. Quickly, he placed her on the kitchen table, pulled up a chair and set about eating her pussy till she was on the verge of climax—several times! It was unbelievable how uninhibited she was, screaming and grabbing at his head, demanding that he suck her clit, lick her lips and swallow her juices.
Meanwhile my cock was like a brick. Even after my first load blasted off, my missile remained steel-hard. This was like nothing I could have imagined in my wildest dreams.
Just when I didn’t think things could get any hotter, Sean bent Karen over the couch and pummeled her round ass while spanking her glorious orbs. She bellowed an announcement of her impending orgasm and made me come to her so she could suck on my cock while she got hammered from behind. I didn’t expect to be so intimate a part of their coupling, but I wasn’t about to decline!
Almost as soon as Karen clamped down on my girth, Sean yelled that he was about to let loose. That set me off, and I warned Karen that I was ready to shoot too. Then it happened! Sean groaned and grabbed hold of Karen’s hips as he unloaded in her pussy, and my cock shot off in her mouth. She didn’t miss a drop of it. Her body jerked uncontrollably as she rode a climax that left her breathless and still spasming as Sean’s cock slipped from her cunt.
While we calmed down, Sean wanted to make sure we were all still cool and still friends. He wasn’t expecting this at all, he said, but it was a night that he would always remember. He also assured us that this would be strictly between us. He wouldn’t speak a word to anyone about it. We thanked him for his understanding and also for providing such a sensational first experience for us. Karen thanked him particularly with a kiss that had his legs buckling.
As we said good-bye, Sean gave me a handshake and gave Karen a peck on the cheek. He also said, “Oh, by the way . . . uh, for the record, it wasn’t me who rubbed your pussy. But I’m sure glad I said it was.” And he kept on laughing all the way to his car. Karen and I just stared at him as he walked away. Once again I called him a dick, then shut the door.
Karen and I went over and over again the details of what had just transpired, then fucked like animals again. When we were totally satiated, Karen said, “You know what this means, don’t you?”
“What what means?”
“Well,” she said, “it wasn’t Sean who touched me.”
“Okay,” I said, “so where are you going with this?”
“Well, calling Sean out for doing that and then ending up the way we did because of it was awesome, right?”
“Totally awesome, yes!” I said. “And—”
“Well, that means there’s someone else on the team who finds me attractive,” she said. “I think it’s only right that we find out. Don’t you?” She had a slutty twinkle in her eye.
“Oh, I see,” I said, smiling back. “You’re absolutely right. But how do we find out? There were 13 other guys there.”
“Hmm, that is a problem,” she said. “I guess we’ll just have to play that truth game again, and keep playing it as long as necessary. Look how well it worked before.”
We’ve been working our way through the roster ever since. We’re thinking that after the state championship, if we win, we give the other team Karen as a consolation prize. Aw hell, she’ll do them even if we win!
—T.H., Orlando, Florida
The first time we experienced my wife fucking another guy, I didn’t know what to expect. I’d read so many of these letters in Penthouse Letters but found it hard to believe. I mean, a man actually enjoying his wife being banged by a stranger, or even by a friend! It was just too hard to believe. But the fantasy of it all was awesome. Until the day I decided I didn’t want to just read about it anymore, I wanted to actually be right there with my wife as the main attraction.
Jenna is probably the most important thing in my life. She’s a gifted writer, a wonderful listener and a true friend. The fact that she’s adorable only sweetens the pot. She’s not model-perfect (well, she is to me) in that she has some meat on the bones, which I find very sexy. She’s about five feet five, 125 pounds, with bewitching hazel eyes and long dark hair. After her eyes her breasts are her best feature. They sit high atop her chest and when braless only bounce just enough to turn every head in her vicinity.
She doesn’t think she’s anything to brag about, but she knows she’s attractive to many from the compliments she gets everywhere we go. Her modesty and security issues don’t let her dwell on the attention, though.
One night after a very satisfying romp in bed she asked me to tell her a fantasy I would love to have come true. She said to say the first thing that came to mind—anything. So I said I would love to see another man ravage her while I sat in the corner jerking my meat. The words were out of my mouth before I could even think, and there it was, out in the open.
I had been thinking more and more about it. Jenna knew I was curious about such an adventure, as we had mentioned it while at the beach one time. She knew that when that subject was in your magazine, it was the first one I would turn to and read with giddy delight. So I didn’t think it would be a total surprise to her when I mentioned it. But you would have thought I stuck a cattle prod on her ass the way she jumped up and stared at me—mouth open, eyes wide as saucers.
She stammered, trying to find the words. For a second I thought she was going to cry or yell, and I started to regret my outburst. Then suddenly she just lay back in my arms. I didn’t know if I should say anything or just wait for her to start talking. Seconds later she asked if I really wanted that.
How should I answer? If I lie, I reasoned, then what’s the point? She did ask the question, after all. But if I tell her the truth, do I risk making her feel like I don’t love her or I’m bored with her? I didn’t know, really, what was going through her mind.
I opted for the truth, because Jenna is more than reasonable. “If we gave it a try I would consider it one of the hottest experiences of our lives. But it would have to be a mutual thing. I wouldn’t want you to do anything just to make me happy.” And I waited.
“Did you have someone in mind?” she asked, still lying on my chest.
“No, not really,” I said. “Do you?” I only asked because it seemed like the right question at the time. However, let this be a lesson to all—never to ask a question that you’re not prepared to hear the answer to! I learned this lesson that very night.
“Well, uh, Matt would make a good choice, I think. What do you think?”
What do I think? What do I think? I think I’m completely fucking shocked that she had a name so readily available! Matt? Matt was, well, perfect.
He’s a guy Jenna used to work with that we became really great friends with. You couldn’t not like Matt. He’s just one of those guys who gets along with everybody, the nicest person you’d ever meet. He truly was a friend to all, and that included me. But the fact that Jenna was so prepared to just toss a name out like that when discussing a man to fuck her was shocking.
And also thrilling, I have to admit! Yes, in a split second I went from what the fuck to hell yeah, let’s have him fuck you! Bizarre, isn’t it?
“Oh no, you’re angry,” she said. “I’m sorry, I really am, babe. Let’s just—”
I cut her off mid-sentence and showed her my raging boner. “Does this look like I’m angry?” I said.
With that, I shimmied her up on all fours and plowed her pussy with renewed vigor. While I fucked her, I made her call me Matt. At first she said she couldn’t, but once I slapped her ass and told her it would make me crazy if she did, well, that was all the permission she needed. She moaned and groaned—yelling out Matt’s name to urge me on, begging “Matt” to fuck her harder and make her come all over his thick fuckstick.
My God, I came in a torrent that had me feeling like I needed a gallon of water to replenish what I just lost in Jenna’s creaming cunt. She screamed through the orgasm that ripped through her body. When she came down from it all, she looked at me and, panting, said how hot and dirty that session was, and how much she loved me!
So we decided to invite Matt over for a cookout, and Jenna would seduce him then. With the plan in motion, the next few days were a whirlwind of fucking and sucking unlike any we’d had since our honeymoon. I told Jenna maybe we should lay off so she wouldn’t be sore when it was time to welcome Matt between her legs, but she said the thought of that happening had her too horny not to fuck me! Who am I to argue with that logic?
As Saturday approached, Jenna also found herself more and more into sucking me off in any room in the house she caught me in. I have to admit I was getting a little sore from all the extra attention, but I wouldn’t deprive the love of my life of her enjoyment. Matt was in for a real treat with my hot-blooded horndog of a wife hot on his trail.
Saturday was finally here. When the bell rang, Jenna answered the door in her bikini. Matt’s eyes just about popped out of his head. The plan originally was for Jenna to seduce him, but then she decided she wanted him to be totally turned on from the second he got there and so she would make herself scarce for a minute or two while I told him what was going on. She was so afraid of being rejected, no amount of my telling her otherwise made her believe me. So I was to let Matt know, so she didn’t make a fool of herself trying to get him in bed if that’s not what he wanted.
As expected, when she disappeared and I told Matt what the deal was, his first reaction was that he didn’t believe me. He thought I was pulling his leg to get him to say something about my wife so that I could beat the shit out of him. Why he would think that I have no idea, but after some convincing—really, more than I would have guessed—he saw that I was serious, and that was all he needed to get things really going.
When Jenna walked back out to us, I gave her the signal letting her know that it was a go. In less than a minute she and Matt were kissing and dry-humping. I have to say that at that moment I felt as if things were going in slow motion and I was dreaming. It was so surreal to be witness to my wife and my friend groping and pawing all over each other, and at my request! But it was certainly hot! The sound of their breathing mixed with the sight of Matt’s hands untying Jenna’s bikini top and manhandling her beautiful breasts was so overwhelming that I had to sit down before I fell down.
Jenna broke their kiss long enough to ask if I was okay. The throbbing boner in my hand put to rest any question of my being okay with this continuing. And with that simple visual aid, Jenna proceeded to strip Matt, get down on her knees and swallow him whole. He groaned and put his hands in her hair, pulling her face to his crotch, and he face-fucked her. Watching my wife’s cheeks puff out and then suck in while spit fell to the ground was more than I could handle, and I almost blew my wad.
At this point Matt’s panting and thrusting was almost manic. Jenna was sucking him down like a real pro, and my hand was going at warp speed over my blood-engorged hard-on. Just as I felt the jism boiling over in my balls, Jenna snaked her finger in Matt’s asshole, and he howled as though he’d been stabbed. That set my cock off and rope after rope of sticky semen jetted all over my hand and legs and the ground beneath me. It was the most intense orgasm of my life, and looking at Matt needing assistance to sit down, I‘d say it was the same way for him.
Jenna stood up, looked at both of us and smiled. Getting my breathing under control wasn’t easy, but I did manage to beckon her to me with my finger. As she came to me, she took the soaked bottom of her bikini off, then put it under my nose. Her scent was intoxicating. She leaned down and kissed me forcefully. When she broke the kiss, she looked over at Matt, who was finally getting clear-headed, and asked him if he was ready to fuck her tingling pussy. He nodded, but he was still catching his breath.
Jenna looked at me and asked if I was ready to watch her pussy get stretched by Matt’s big cock. She put her hand on her crotch. I too nodded, and started to finger-fuck her, which got me hard again. I was shocked that I had anything left after that performance, but there he was in all his glory looking for more action! Jenna took my hand and said her box was for Matt right now but I would get some later. She lay down on a lounge chair and spread her legs so her dripping pussy was on full display for both of us. She told Matt she wanted her twat licked, sucked and fingered, adding that he shouldn’t be gentle.
To say the rest of the evening was anything but spectacular would be a lie. I had never experienced joy, sexual gratification or marital bliss quite like the way I did that night as I watched our friend bang my wife in every orifice, over and over, while she screamed in joy.
Jenna and I are totally devoted to each other in every sense of the word. This is an adventure we do together, always. It’s added a bond that can never be broken, and we are even happier now than when we first took a shot at bringing another man into our lives.
—F.K., Portland, Maine
The first time I laid eyes on Jasmine I knew I just had to have her. God, she was beautiful! Her long, dark hair, all silky and shiny, flowed down her back. Her big brown eyes made her look so soft and innocent. She was a petite girl with big-ass boobs. That’s just the way I like them.
But she was married to my friend Luke. He cheated on her left and right, but she stood by him. Many in our group that hung around together, especially the guys, thought Luke was a dick for doing that to Jasmine. She was such a good girl. But Luke was Luke, and as he liked to tell it, she was totally on board with his cheating ways.
One time when we were all going out to shoot some pool, Luke phoned to ask me to pick Jas up for him because he was getting his rocks off by the bartender he’d been scoping out for a month. He was a chaser, but once he made the conquest he left them right where he finished unloading on them, regardless of how much they begged him to stay.
Anyway, he tells me this babe is finally giving it up to him. In fact, she was blowing him while he was on the phone with me—what a classy guy! I told him it was no problem, and as we were hanging up I heard him tell the blowjob babe, “That’s it, bitch, suck it right down to my balls.”
Really! What the hell did women see in him?
I cleared my mind of that scenario and concentrated on picking up Jas. It’s not like I’ve never been alone with her, but this evening I was feeling especially bold. I just wanted to feel her out, to see where things really stood with her and Luke. Maybe she’d be pissed that he didn’t come to get her tonight and ask me where he was. What would I say? He always told us she was “on board” with his playing-around bullshit, but could I actually tell her that the last I spoke to him he was feeding his dick down some bartender’s throat? Well, maybe she wouldn’t ask!
As I neared Jasmine’s house, she was already waiting outside, and looking at me with confusion. I guess she was surprised after all that it was me and not Luke that had come to get her. I braced myself for the question and decided to just tell her that he asked me to pick her up and that was it.
As I got closer, I noticed Jas was wearing a tube top that was stretched across her generous tits. Her nipples were erect and on full display to my hungry eyes. She also had on a short skirt and high heels. Her hair was down, and as she got in the car I immediately smelled the sweet, clean smell of perfection that she embodies. My dick was hard in a second.
We kissed each other on the cheek as we always did, and I waited for her to strap in. As she did, she asked where Luke was. I said I wasn’t sure, that he just asked me to pick her up for him. She looked at me unbelievingly. Her head was tilted slightly, her eyes half slits, as she took my chin in her hand and turned my head to face her. “Are you sure you don’t know where he is, Daniel?”
Fuck! Now what do I say? Lie to her? Tell her? My mind was going 100 miles per hour, with no result.
“He’s fucking some little skank again, isn’t he?”
Skank? Did this sweet angel say skank? Jasmine, in all the time I’ve known her, never said so much as “hell.” Now she’s calling someone a skank?
“Jasmine, we don’t tell each other every little detail of our lives. He called me and asked—”
She cut me off. “Don’t hand me that shit!”
Shit, now? Uh-oh, I don’t know what had gotten into her, but she was pissed.
“Every fucking time he’s late or not showing up or sending one of you guys to get me, he’s got some whore on his knob. You know it and I know it.”
“Jasmine, please, I can’t say one way or the other. You know how Luke is. It’s no secret that—”
Again she jumped in. “No secret that what? That he’s a fucking pig? That his dick has been in more holes than a gopher?”
I busted out laughing, which made her laugh. “A gopher?” I said. “What the fuck is that about?” Luckily, she was laughing right along with me. God, she has a beautiful smile!
Once we got the giggles out, she said, “I know what he is and how he is, Daniel. I’m not blind or a fool. You all might think so, but I’m not, really.” She paused, then said, “Daniel, do you think I’m pretty?”
Was she serious? No, Jasmine, I think you’re the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever had the pleasure to stroke my cock to. Of course I didn’t say this to her, but good Lord, I thought about it. I looked right in her big beautiful brown eyes and told her the truth. “Jasmine, you’re a gorgeous, desirable woman. Any man would kill to be with you.”
“Would you, Daniel?” she said. “Would you kill to be with me?”
Okay, so now I’m sitting there, and my mind is reeling with the fact that this woman came out all gangbusters and cursing about Luke and his whores and now she wants to know if I’d really kill for her. I was a little nervous to respond. Hey, who knows, maybe she’d had enough of it and really wanted me to whack Luke!
As if sensing what was going on in my mind, she said, “Daniel, do you really, really think that I think you would kill to be with me? Jeez, relax! I just want to know if you’ve ever thought about being with me.”
Whew, what a relief! “Jasmine, to be completely honest, and I hope you take this as a compliment because that’s how it’s intended, I have often used images of you and what I would love to do with you, given the chance, as jerk-off fodder. Trust me, I’d love nothing more that to be with you. But we know that can’t happen.”
In the time it would take you to say hello, she was on me. Her mouth was searching mine, and finding my tongue, she proceeded to suck it into her mouth and lightly bite it. Holy shit, that was intense! I couldn’t help myself. Her mouth was amazing, so I started to kiss her back. I could hardly breathe as our mouths mashed against each other. If this was the way I was to die, so be it—heaven in a tube top!
Before I knew it, she was undoing my jeans and pulling out my cock. In a second she had my meat down her throat and she was humming on my boner. God, she was good! I tried to pull her off so I could last a bit, but she wouldn’t budge, and the more I tried, the harder she sucked, and the harder she sucked, well, you can imagine.
I yelled that I was going to come, to give her warning, but she just took more of me in her mouth and tickled my balls. That was it! I shot off like a rocket, spraying spurt after spurt of joy juice in her hot, sucking mouth. I was so out of breath, my heart was beating out of my chest.
Jasmine came up to share my jism with me. I had never done that before and tried to turn my head, but she wouldn’t let me. She proceeded to give me an earth-shattering kiss while she slid some of my come in my mouth with her tongue. I liked it, a lot!
As I went for her tits, she pulled away. “Daniel, do you want to fuck my hot pussy? Would you eat me till I come all over your face?”
I said, “Jasmine, just you talking dirty like this has me ready to go off again. I’ll eat you, suck you, diddle your clit until you scream that you can’t take anymore, then fuck you like a dog in heat! I’ll do whatever you want me to do, baby. You make me so fucking crazy, I want to bend you over the hood of this car and pull your panties down and give you the fucking of a lifetime.”
As I said this, I saw movement from outside the car. It was Luke! Holy shit, I thought, I’m a dead man! But what happened next was one for the books. Even I couldn’t have predicted an ending quite as shocking.
Luke opened Jasmine’s door and offered his hand to help her out. As she got out, she said, “Did you see it? Did you enjoy yourself?”
As I tried to grasp what was going on, Luke stuck his head in the car and asked if I wanted to come in and continue what we started. All I could muster was a “what?” Luke asked again if I wanted to come in the house and do all those nasty things I told Jasmine I wanted to do to her.
“Are you fucking serious?” I said. “What the fuck just happened? You’re not mad? Don’t you want to kill me?”
Luke looked at Jasmine, who by this time had gotten up on the hood of the car and plastered her sweet snatch against the window right in front of me. She was laughing and rubbing her crotch (it was pantyless). Her pussy was so wet that if the glass weren’t there, I’d have jumped on it and not let go till she was writhing with orgasm—oh, and if Luke wasn’t there either.
I was shaken from my fantasy, and took my eyes away from the grinding pussy of the girl I wanted so badly, when I heard Luke’s voice. “Dude, come on in and fuck her. Do to her what you just told her you wanted to do. I told you before Jasmine knows and is on board with all that I do. And tonight she wanted to punk you.”
As Jasmine slid off the hood, she took me by my hand and led me in the house. My mind was still in a fog as I tried to get a grip on the fact that I was set up by an angel. This angel was a dirty little devil, and I proceeded to do all those naughty, nasty things I said I would, and more. And now Jasmine, Luke and I are often in the throes of a kinky threesome. If getting set up has these rewards, consider me punked and happy!
—D.F., Red Deer, Alberta
When my friend Billy was laid off and got evicted, my wife said he could live with us for a while. Soon I began to no tice them looking and smil ing at each other a lot.
Once, Debbie took Billy a cold beer and he reached under her skirt! She didn’t say anything, but I saw her smile when she turned to walk away. She dropped something and bent over to pick it up so he could see her bare butt! She doesn’t wear panties in the house.
We put on an X-rated DVD. There was a girl with tattoos, and I said, “Debbie has two of those.” After that movie was over I put on another one. We were still drinking. Billy and I took our shoes and shirts off. Debbie had taken her blouse off but still had her bra and short skirt on. She asked if he’d like to see her tattoos. He said yes, and while walking toward him she took her bra off. She has a tattoo on each tit. She let him feel her tits, then squeezed his crotch.
I was getting a hard-on from watching them, so I said, “Honey, go ahead and let him see the rest of you.” Debbie pushed her skirt down below her ass and let it fall to the floor, so she was naked. Billy stood up and pulled his pants and shorts off. Debbie smiled at me. As she stroked his big dick, she got down on her knees and said, “Honey, watch me.”
She opened her mouth and took that big head in it. While she teased his ass and balls, she took more and more of his big dick in her mouth. He was grunting and saying, “Take it all!”
I chimed in, “Debbie, take his dick down your throat.”
That was all she needed to hear, because she took it all down, and he emptied his balls. When he took his dick out, she licked it clean. Her pussy was leaking juice and he was still hard. She’s had a fantasy of fucking him for a few years, so I said, “Billy, take Debbie to bed and fuck the hell out of her while I watch.”
We went to the bedroom, and Debbie laid on the bed and spread her legs as far as she could. Billy got on top and she held his big dick while he slid in a little at a time. He started fucking her slow and soon was in all the way, his balls smacking her wet ass. She groaned, “Fuck me hard! Tear my ass up!” He pounded her harder. Come ran down her ass crack, and soon was all over her legs and ass.
I said, “Fuck her hard! Fuck her faster!” Billy said he was fucking her as fast as he could. When he got off my wife, her pussy was gaped open and come was dribbling out. Her pussy looked and smelled so good, I ate it for 20 minutes. I want Billy to fuck her again, soon!—J.P., Strathcona, Alberta
My wife and I were members of a swingers’ club but had never found the right guy to consummate my fantasy of an interracial relationship for Cindy. So we tried on line social groups and found a handsome young professional guy. We sent him a message asking if he would be interested in chatting to check for mutual interest.
Several days later we got back an expression of interest in chatting via IM. Our conversation, at first casual and light-hearted, drifted to the bedroom. Gil want ed to know what Cindy liked and didn’t like, how long we had been in the lifestyle, etc. Had she been with a black man? Had she ever met a man without my being there? Was she passive or aggressive?
We all agreed there was a desire to take the next step and arranged to meet casually at a bar halfway between our cities. Gil sent a link to a short video of him self with a couple about our age that had wanted an inter racial hook up for the woman. It was very erotic. We were impressed with Gil’s stamina and staying power. Cindy commented how handsome he was. She couldn’t wait to experience that pleasure.
After watching the video we had passionate sex. I talked to Cindy about what she wanted to do with Gil and how she was going to enjoy his cock. The thought of it—while I touched her in the right place—brought her to orgasm.
As the night of the meeting neared, Cindy was in a constant state of arousal. I’d reserved a suite at a hotel nearby in case things went well. Gil met us at the bar, polite and oh so smooth, and very relaxed, which put us at ease. We chatted for an hour, mostly about sports, so when Gil excused himself to go to the men’s room, Cindy said she didn’t think he was inter ested. But when he returned, the mood totally changed. He sug gested we move to a booth, where he sat next to Cindy.
Now his focus was all on her. He looked in her eyes when he talked, lightly strok ing her arm and hand with one hand—the other was under the table. He asked her about herself, complimented her on her attire and smile and how she kept her self in shape. Occasionally he leaned over and spoke softly in her ear. She lit up.
After a half-hour they sug gested we move the party. When we got to the hotel suite I excused my self to the bedroom while they got com fortable on the sofa in the front room. After 20 minutes I didn’t hear anything except periodic moans from Cindy.
Peeking, I saw them lightly kissing and grop ing—Gil still fully clothed, Cindy naked save for her panties. He alternated kissing the nape of her neck, her lush lips and her erect nipples. He had his left arm wrapped around her squeez ing her ass and tits and his right hand in the leg of her panties finger-fucking her while they kissed. He noted how wet she was while flicking her clit with his thumb. She told him how good it felt. Her moans became gut tural ex pressions of passion.
She had him stand, un but toned his shirt and kissed her way down his chest to his pants. She unbuckled his belt and removed his shirt and pants, and was rewarded with the sight of his cock protruding above his briefs. She massaged his erection through his shorts, then kissed the head. She looked in his eyes, smiling wickedly, and with a swift motion dropped his shorts. She went to her knees and tongue-lashed his cock, say ing how perfect it was and how she wanted to taste it.
Now he was moaning!
Cindy is a gifted cocksucker, and while she fellated Gil, he asked if she liked sucking his cock while I watched. She nodded, then without taking her mouth off his cock moved him to the sofa and, now kneeling on the floor, kept sucking him.
Finally she got up and straddled him with her knees on the sofa. She positioned his cock at her opening and rubbed it along her pussy folds. Smiling, she sank slowly down on him until his shaft disappeared. He said how not many women can take his nine inches and he was impressed with her do ing it on the first try. He po si tioned his hands above her hips for balance, and as she said how good his cock felt in her, she began pistoning her hips up and down on it, moaning on each stroke, say ing how much she loved his cock and please not to stop fucking her. They fucked for about 15 minutes, and espe cially given the dramatic con trast in their skin tones, I found the spectacle incredibly erotic, just as I’d hoped.
Gil rolled Cindy off, stood her up and maneuvered her facing the wall, then leaned her forward with her hands on the back of the sofa for support. He walked around her, slid his cock along her butt and entered her pussy and fucked her doggie-style with her moaning and crying out to him to fuck her harder. He would push all the way in, withdraw slowly, then power his cock back in. I couldn’t get over the pace they main tained, matching each other stroke for stroke.
Finally Gil slowed, then motioned Cindy to the bedroom. She lay on the bed and he hoisted her legs over his shoulders and penetrated her in one forward thrust. I was amazed at my wife unleashing her inner tigress, eagerly pumping her hips forward when he pistoned into her. The banter between them was intense, and the look in her eyes told of the pleasure she was receiv ing.
After about 20 minutes she began to coax him into coming. She asked when he was going to come, and urged him to pull out and come on her tits and face. Sure enough, he withdrew from her, slid up and fucked her tits, the tip of his cock reaching her chin on the up stroke, until he erupted, spray ing come over her face and tits. She reached her tongue out to catch it. When he finished coming, he resumed fucking her and brought her to one rousing climax.
After we all recovered, I took off all my clothes and lay on the bed and caressed Cindy while she spooned with Gil. We relaxed and talked for half an hour.
Cindy asked me if I want ed to come, then sucked my cock. I was so aroused, I came in a couple of minutes. Then she spun around, took Gil’s cock in her mouth and sucked him till he was fully erect. He asked how she wanted him to fuck her, and she suggested he scissor her legs and penetrate her from behind. They fucked for 15 minutes, until he pulled out and came again on her buttocks and back.
After that Gil apologized and said he needed to leave as he had to work in the morning. We thanked him and let him know that our expectations were fully met and we hoped to get together for future encounters. At the door I shook his hand and Cindy kissed him. Then we returned to bed, talked about our encounter and fell peacefully to sleep. —R.M., Cicero, Illinois
Ray and I were getting dressed to go out to celebrate our first anniversary when his old friend Kerry called. Although Kerry is several years older, they had grown up together and became best of friends. Kerry was in town to see his grandmother before joining his Army reserve unit going overseas. He was only here for the one night and hoped to see us if it was possible after he took his grandmother out for dinner.
Being 19, we were too young to get into the clubs, so Ray suggested meeting at the coffee shop near the movie theater we were going to after we got out. We were pretty horny, be cause I’d just finished a heavy period that had shut down our sex life. Ray wanted to knock off a piece before the phone call came, but I told him it would be all that much better when we got home later.
I finished dressing while he was talking, put ting on a simple summer dress with bra and panties plus an item of clothing that Ray hates: pantyhose. He says they’re just for strait laced prudes and I shouldn’t wear them, limiting his access to my treasures. I wore them purposely that night to keep him from finger-fucking me during the movie.
We had burgers and Cokes and went to the movies, where Ray soon discovered what I had worn and begged me to go remove them, but I told him he would just have to wait. The pantyhose didn’t keep him from feeling me up throughout the mov ie, and getting me hotter than a firecracker with a short fuse by the time we met Kerry.
Kerry suggested we go for a drive in the country and drink a few beers. Ray and I had driven there in the ancient land yacht I used to drive in high school, so Kerry moved his cooler to the trunk and we headed out to the lake, with me sitting between the guys. The dash lights in that car had been burned out for years, so it was totally dark in the car, and I wasn’t surprised when shortly Ray’s hand was sliding up my thigh. I stopped it, fearing that the car would fill with the smell of my aroused pussy. He seemed to get my silent message and quit.
We drove out to the small lake and found a deserted spot. We parked with only the light from a half-moon illuminating the car. We’d been sitting for quite a while talking and sipping beer with the radio playing soft music when I felt the hand start creeping up my leg again. When I grabbed it, I was startled to realize that it wasn’t Ray’s hand but Kerry’s! I pushed it away, but in a few minutes it was back. Twice more I pushed it away, but the fourth time I let it continue.
Kerry’s touch was much different than Ray’s, and it was exciting to have him feeling me up while I sat by my husband. Soon I felt an orgasm building, and was really afraid Ray would discover what was happening when it burst, but I managed to cover it up by pretending to choke on my beer. My response only encouraged Kerry to try all the harder to get at my pussy by attempting to rip the hose with his nail, but the nylon did the job I’d worn the pantyhose to do, keeping inquiring fingers out of my pussy.
Soon the beer had my bladder about to burst, so I asked Ray to let me out. He came to the back of the car and handed me a tissue while I squatted and then reached quickly in to cop a feel when I stood up.
I heard a sharp intake of breath when Ray slid his fingers between my legs and found that it was as slippery as melted butter. He said, “What’s going on?”
I told him Kerry had been feeling me up for an hour, and between the movie and Kerry’s magic fingers my pussy was about to burst into flames. “I’m so sorry, honey,” I said. “I tried to stop it, but he persisted until my natural instincts won out and I let him have his way.”
Ray pulled me close and kissed me tenderly, then whispered, “I’m going to take a walk and leave you two together for an hour or so to do as your instincts guide you. I’ll knock on the trunk when I come back. Have fun, honey.”
Ray turned and walked into the shadows, leaving me momentarily stunned. This wasn’t the first time he had given me his approval to have sex with another man during the year we had been married, but it was the first time he did it without an extended discussion before I did it. I knew there wasn’t any question as to whether Kerry wanted to fuck me, but I wasn’t sure how he would react to my husband handing me over to him as if loaning him a book.
I went back to the driver’s door, leaned in and said, “This old car is a two-door, but the back seat is very roomy. Would you like to check it out with me?”
Kerry looked around and asked where Ray was.
I said, “He knows what you were doing to me, and he’s leaving us alone. Don’t worry, he’s cool about it.”
We climbed in back from oppo site sides and met in a torrid embrace. While we kissed passionately, Kerry fondled my breasts through my dress and bra. We broke apart, and I skinned out of the hose, tossing it in the front, but before I was able to remove my panties, Kerry said, “Take everything off, Beth, I want to feel your naked body under mine while we fuck.”
I did as he asked, putting my clothes in the back window while he also hurriedly stripped. There wasn’t any need for further foreplay, us both being aroused and ready. I just lay down and braced one foot between the backs of the front seat and the other against the roof of the car, offering him total access to my pussy.
I hadn’t felt Kerry’s manhood, so I had no idea what to expect as he lowered him self between my thighs. He found my entrance easily and penetrated me in one stroke, then began fucking me like a bunny in heat. His cock was smaller than Ray’s but quite adequate, about six inches long, though on the skinny side. The first fuck was all for Ray, ending in about a minute and a half when he buried his cock as deep as possible and blew his wad, filling my snatch with come.
He stayed right where he was, remaining as hard as when he first entered me. Once he caught his breath, he resumed fucking me, only this time slow and tenderly. He moved higher on my body so his cock was in constant contact with my swollen clit. I felt an orgasm building deep in my loins and started to milk him with my inner muscles, which always drives men wild.
“Jesus, Beth,” he said, “what are you doing? I’ve never felt anything like that in my life. My God, your pussy is tight.”
I do Kegel exercises off and on all day every day, and can bring a man to orgasm just by contracting my muscles while he keeps his cock dead still in me. Now I wanted to bring Kerry to orgasm at the same time he burst my bubble, since simultaneous orgasms are the most intense I can have.
I whispered, “I’m just about to come, Kerry. Can you come with me?”
He just kept pumping until he shouted, “God, yes, here it is! God, I’m com ing!”
“Fuck yes!” I shouted. “I feel your hot come pouring in my cunt!”
We collapsed in a pile of hot naked flesh. We gasped for breath for a few minutes, until I felt Kerry’s limp dick slip out of me, releasing a rivulet of semen trickling down my ass crack.
We sat up for a few minutes smooching, allowing him a little playtime with my tits while I fondled his cock until it was hard again. He remounted me and fucked me for 20 minutes, getting me off again and adding another dose of semen to my loaded pussy.
We sat up again, and I said I wanted to suck his cock. He was hard before I could get into position. I’d learned to deep-throat Ray’s cock, nearly seven inches long and six and three-quar ters around, so doing Ker ry’s was a walk in the park, but it was something he’d never had done to him be fore.
I gave him the best head I knew how, but wasn’t able to make him come. Finally he pulled me off and said he just couldn’t come in a woman’s mouth but he’d love to come in my tight pussy one more time. He climbed on and fucked me almost lovingly for five minutes, then blew another load in my cunt. I held him as he slowly grew limp.
I happened to look over his shoulder then and saw Ray looking in at us! Fuck! Exactly how long had he been watching me fuck his friend? Could he ever forgive me for enjoying it so much? I whispered, “It’s time we get dressed. Ray’ll be coming back soon.”
We no sooner dressed than there was a knock on the trunk and Ray got in the driver’s seat. He turned and said, “You two can ride back to town back there. It’ll take us half an hour to get there.” He started the car and drove without saying any more.
We didn’t go far before Kerry had another hard-on. I took my panties off of one leg and let him fuck me within arm’s reach of my husband. He fucked me all the way back. He had come but still had his cock in me when Ray stopped beside Kerry’s truck. Kerry quickly zipped up and climbed out, leaving me lying ex posed. I had to search for my panties, which had shaken off my ankle onto the floor.
I saw the guys shaking hands and heard Ray say, “I hope you enjoyed the going-away present.” Kerry said he wouldn’t ever forget it, being it was the best time he ever had, then leaned in the car and said, “Thank you, Beth. That was wonderful.”
Ray got in, and we drove the five minutes to our home in silence. The garage door closed, and Ray climbed in the back seat and said, “Take your clothes off. I’m going to fuck my wife right where she laid with another man for the last two hours. I want you the way I watched you give it to him, making me come in my pants.”
As Ray’s thicker cock sank easily in me, he said, “Happy anniversary, honey. I love you with all my heart, you little minx.” —B.I., Cov ing ton, Kentucky
Though my wife grew up in a mostly white area, she’s always been intrigued by black men. I noticed it when we began watching porn to spice up our sex life. Movies with a black man or men hav ing sex with a white woman brought out the lust in her and resulted in steamy sex between us. I made sure any movie I picked had at least one interracial scene.
I soon realized that interracial sex was becoming my kink too. My jerk-off sessions became almost exclusively me imagining Sandra making it with a black man. I searched online for amateur porn clips of married white wives filmed by their husbands having liaisons with black men.
My online viewing habits got brought into the open when my wife reviewed the computer history and saw a few of the sites I had visited. She didn’t come right out and say anything. Instead, over the next few weeks she made comments—subtle at first when we watched a movie: “Now that is an attrac tive black man!” , then more explicit when I patted her ass: “I got a black man’s kind of butt” . When she asked if I ever see black men with big cocks in the locker room at my gym, I finally had to ask what was up. She finally told me about the computer history.
She said she went to the sites and couldn’t believe how commonplace interracial sex seemed to be. She’d had to get herself off! She asked if us actually doing something like that was what I really wanted. I said, “I think so,” then asked her the same question.
At once she said, “I think it’s something I at least want to explore further.”
We took the computer to the bedroom, hooked it up to the TV and went to one of my favorite sites. I picked a short clip of a woman who had dark hair like my wife. It showed a very fit black man fucking her rapidly from be hind while pushing her head down. The woman was wailing. Sandra and I were soon fucking like newlyweds, and afterwards she said, “Make it happen.”
It’s quite an assignment, finding a black man to fuck your wife. The weird part is that I looked forward it!
I decided it had to be out of town and the stud had to be a stranger. I booked us a four-day weekend in a nearby large city and made online inquiries to find leads. I selected a date that coincided with a big fitness convention, and booked us the hotel where many of the ven dors were staying, figuring some of them would be open to a no-strings-attached fling.
The convention was well underway when we arrived Thursday. After checking in, we walked by the conven tion area and were able to walk in even though we weren’t attendees. There were all sorts of fitness-related op tions, including equipment demos and sessions on health-club management.
Sandra noticed a black man discussing health-club financ ing with two individuals. She walked over to his booth, looked at some of his handout material and gave him a smile, then returned.
“Now that is one pony I’d like to ride,” she said.
“Let’s wait around and talk to him,” I said.
When it looked like he was free we walked over. He introduced himself as Jim and said he worked for a financing company. For a while Sandra pretended we were thinking of opening a health club, but after a while Jim figured out that we didn’t have any clue about running a health club and said, “You folks really aren’t interested in financing, are you?”
Sandra smiled and said no, that she had just had to stop and talk to such a sexy black man. Jim smiled and thanked her. We continued to talk for a while, or I should say Sandra continued to flirt for a while, giving Jim lots of opportunities to look down her really low-cut blouse. He took her bait and asked us where we were staying. He was staying in the same hotel, and asked if we might like to go out to eat later that evening—or even, if we were free, to spend time together.
Sandra said quickly she was more than interested in adding a second attractive man to her evening. It came to seem increasingly likely that our desire for Sandra to engage in interracial sex could really happen. Still, I thought that in the end she would back out.
Back in our room, I went online and checked out the company Jim worked for. I was surprised to find out that he actually owned it, and it was a fairly large company. His profile described his background, including education, family and so on. He was married with three children, and there was a pic of him and his wife. She was black and a bit overweight, especially compared with Sandra, who’s five-five, 127 pounds and quite athletic. I thought this might make Jim more open to a sexual offer.
He suggested a restaurant near the hotel, and we had a great time. He and Sandra hit it off great, taking every opportunity to flirt. After dinner we ended up in the hotel lounge, where they had live music, a mix of ’80s and pop. The hours went by and it was approaching midnight. I asked Sandra if she wanted to stay longer. She looked at Jim, then back at me. She grinned, gave him a deep kiss on the lips and said, “Honey, I’d like to invite Jim up to the room for a night cap.” So we did.
I made us drinks and sat on the bed while Jim sat in one of the luxurious chairs. Sandra sat on the edge of the bed, between us. “Jim, I’ve never been with a black man before,” she said. “I know you’re married, but I thought you should know I find you very sexy. Would you be interested in taking this a little further?”
Jim said he was “a little weirded out” by having me there, but he found her very attractive and was interested in taking it further. She said to take his shirt and pants off. He got up and stripped down to his boxers, then sat back down. She got behind the chair and rubbed his rip pled chest from behind. She leaned over and nibbled and kissed his earlobe and whispered in his ear. Then she walked over to me, tongued my ear and said, “So what should we do with that muscular black man sitting over there? You want to watch me make out with him? Tell me you do, and I’ll continue.”
I said I wanted to see her with Jim. She walked back over to him, still fully clothed, and knelt between his legs. They kissed some more, and she ran her hands over his muscular chest. She un buttoned her shirt and took it off. Again she came over to me, and sat on my lap.
“You know,” she said, “if I take his cock out, I’ll have to suck it. Is it okay if I take out his big cock, baby?”
At this point there was no way I could say no. I nodded and kissed her, and she went back to him.
She had Jim stand up, then helped him pull down his underwear. Out sprang a cock eight or nine inches long, and thick. I’m not at all gay, but this guy—totally naked now—was im pressive with that chiseled body and big cock. Sandra must have thought the same as she ran her hands up and down him. I was actually relieved when she stroked his cock and knelt in front of him. The last thing I wanted was for the guy to think she wasn’t interested. Not when we were so close to our fantasy.
Sandra sat Jim back on the chair and worked on his manhood. I was so excited, I took my pants off and walked over to my wife, expecting her to suck on my cock too. “You just sit and watch your wife with this black stud,” she said, holding her hand out to keep me back.
I was disappointed, but I had my priorities, so I sat near the headboard and watched. The sight of my wife’s head bobbing up and down over Jim’s big cock was more than I could handle. I found some tissues and pulled on my hard-on.
Sandra noticed and said, “That’s it, baby. You jack off while I take care of this stud and his big cock.” She went back to servicing his pole.
After a while she stood up and unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them down over her curvaceous ass and stuck it out for his inspection. He kneaded it and gave it a gen tle slap. She turned and straddled him on the chair and ran her hands over his chest, admiring his big pecs and tweaking the nipples.
I watched the scene un fold in front of me, still unsure how far she would take this, until in the midst of stroking his cock against her stomach she rose up, then settled back down, and I realized he had his dark dick inside her. She gyrated her ass over his thighs, and her breathing became deep. They kissed while they fucked. I soon came into the tissues.
Jim stood up and carried Sandra to the bed and said he wanted to fuck her on it. I knew she wouldn’t miss taking him in at least a few positions. I stayed on the bed while she got on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. Standing behind her, he buried his big cock in her. I saw it mov ing in and out of her. He held her creamy hips, pulled her “black man’s kind of butt” in to him and pounded away until she came. He then turned her over, draping her legs over his shoulders, and finished off inside her while she moaned nonstop. There was no discussion.
I watched Jim pull his semihard cock out, coated with his jizz and her juices. My own cock was already getting hard again, which doesn’t happen often.
“Come get your sloppy seconds,” Sandra said to me. I was reluctant at first, but I got between her legs and started fucking her wet, loose cunt. As he pumped away, she asked, “Did you like watching that big black cock fucking your wife’s pussy? And watching him come inside me?” I thought this was getting a little carried away, but I liked it.
Jim brought his cock to Sandra’s mouth, and she licked and sucked all their combined come off it. She was getting turned on again and said to me, “Oh, fuck me hard, baby. Come in me while I suck Jim’s beautiful cock.” So I did exactly that, pounding her until I couldn’t control myself anymore and added my come to Jim’s. As I pulled my cock out, come dribbled out of her cunt.
Soon afterward Jim left, saying he had to work the convention again the next day. He did call the next day, want ing to get together again, but Sandra told him she wanted to spend the rest of the weekend with just me. I was a little surprised, but she said she wanted the event to be a treat for me.
It’s been almost a year since the above events, but of late Sandra has been talk ing again about her “black man’s kind of butt,” so I’ve got a feeling some more black cock is in her not-too-distant future.—Name and address withheld
Years ago you published a letter about my experience seeing my friend Zack off on his deployment to Iraq. I can still see him embracing my wife on the tarmac after they spent his last night making love in our motel room, after she asked me to give them some time alone for “a personal good-bye.”
I recall the intense excitement I felt as I left them in the room so he could get it in private. They were kissing on the bed when I left, and when I returned 90 minutes later Diane was over Zack on her knees, bouncing up and down on his erection with an eagerness that just thrilled me. I didn’t know she’d be fucking my friend on his last night in the States. I was even more surprised by the pleasure I got watching them do it.
The Army said that Zack, a reservist, would be back in 18 months, but his stint kept growing until it stretched to four years before finally he was coming back—happily whole. Naturally we drove to the air base to pick him up, and I could see how excited Diane was, but she was also pensive. She had written him every day of those four years, and I knew that his return was likely to bring changes in all our lives.
Zack would have to find a place to live, and I knew that Diane must be thinking about that. I had told her that when he came back, I knew she’d be spending a great deal of time with him. More than that, I knew there was a possibility she might want to live with him, and as much as I feared it, I got a strange thrill thinking about the possibility. I know that’s bizarre, but it’s the truth.
“Do you want to help Zack look for a place?” I asked her, finally breaking the silence on our drive to pick him up. “Since you may be staying there, shouldn’t you have some input?”
That finally drew her back, and she nodded slowly, then smiled like I’d read her mind. We hadn’t talked about it, but I knew she liked him, maybe even loved him, and I knew she was thinking about that long, hard cock of his.
I thought back to that night four years before. I remembered them on the bed—her on top, bouncing on his erection, forcing him deep in her, grunting and calling out his name as she could only take a small portion of it. I sat behind her and watched his pole push up between the cheeks of her lovely bottom. I remembered the look on her face when he held her tight to him as they said good-bye next to the plane. She wasn’t wearing panties. I watched him play with the crack of her ass while they kissed, and understood the depth of her feelings for him.
On the drive back to our house on that first night of Zack’s return, I intended to give them the back seat. I figured they would have sex in the car. I knew she would want to sleep with him on his first night home.
When his plane arrived, I told her to go out by herself to meet him. She was wearing the same dress she had on when they said good-bye. As soon as he saw her, he stopped and put his bag down and she ran to him, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him as all the wives and girlfriends were doing to their guys.
One of Zack’s friends stopped him and patted him on the back. Zack introduced Diane to his buddy Lon, who asked, “Is this your wife, Zack?”
Zack smiled and shook his head. Pulling Diane to him, he said, “No, Diane is my best friend’s wife.” He pointed up to me on the ramp, and I waved to them. Lon shook his head, smiled at Zack’s good fortune and went off arm in arm with the woman who had been there to welcome him.
In the back seat Diane and Zack began kissing almost immediately, and when she opened her legs, he slid his hand under her dress between her thighs. She opened them wider. As I pulled out onto the highway, I heard her whisper, “Fuck me, Zack, here in the back seat.”
She pulled up her short dress and straddled him, then with her back to me eased herself down on the erection she’d been dreaming of for four years. In the rear-view mirror I watched the back of her head move up and down as he fucked her. With each downward movement came a sound from deep inside her as his big cock pushed into her. Cou pled with the squishing of it pulling out of her, that created a beautiful sym pho ny of sex in our back seat. I pulled the car over a few times just to watch.
Eventually, Diane took off her dress and undid her bra, then, nude, boldly fucked Zack. I watched them, fascinated at how sexy it was to see my best friend plunging his pole in my wife. At one point he reached round her to his cock, wiped some foam off it and offered it to her. She gobbled it off his fingers, slurping and moaning like a thousand-dollar whore with a billionaire.
Every night the next week Diane and Zack slept togeth er, and every day they went looking for a place for him to live. If they weren’t off driv ing around looking, then they were home fucking. I rarely saw them those first two weeks, given that I went to work during the day, and every evening soon after dinner they slipped off to the bedroom to fuck, then sleep it off, then fuck again. I was thrilled to see Diane so happy and content, even if it meant I wasn’t getting much pussy.
Zack also interviewed for work, since he’d had to give up his job at his old architectural firm when he didn’t return that third year of deployment. One night during his second week back he announced over dinner that he’d been offered a job. Then he mentioned that it was 200 miles away. I worried what that meant if Diane went to live with him.
I admit I was a little insecure about the situation, and sometimes maybe a little jealous of Zack and all the fucking he was getting from my wife. But the pleasure I got from seeing my wife so “up” made up for all of the hard parts.
The next morning Diane announced that she was driving with Zack to his final interview for the job. “If he gets it—” she said, then hesitated. Instead of continuing, she smiled, then leaned over and kissed me.
“I know,” I said, my voice shaking. “You’ll have a decision to make.”
“You told me to fuck him,” she reminded me.
“I know,” I said. “Do you know what—what you’re going to do?”
“I think so,” she replied. “Zack and I have talked about it, and—and I think I’d want to go with him.”
I said that I understood, that I’d expected she would and was actually happy for them, although it was still hard for me to fully accept. While I said it, my insides were churning. I took her hand and kissed her. Amazingly, as difficult as it was for me, it was still true that I wanted it if she did. I knew that I would always love her, and told her so. I promised that if she went, I would visit them, assuming she wanted me to, which I hoped she would. It was difficult, but at the same time it excited me.
Zack got the job, and they found a place to live, a clothing-optional apartment complex on the outskirts of town. I drove the rental truck with furniture and some of Diane’s clothes, although she didn’t need to take many because she didn’t plan to wear much, ever. It was news to me that Zack was into “clothing-optional,” and it opened my already-frazzled mind up to a whole new area of erotic imagining, but it pleased me that Diane was so excited about being able to live nude so much of the time.
The fact of the matter was that moving my wife’s things into an apartment she was going to share with another man, not to mention a clothing-optional apartment, was challenging for me. It actually caused me to be a little unhinged, with a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, even though long before that I had accepted her feelings for him and their having sex.
And yet, again, even though it meant that Diane would be living with someone else, away from me, and that bothered me, the bizarre thing was that as I put her things on the bed in their new apartment, the bed they’d be sharing, I got a sudden burst of arousal seeing where they would sleep, where they would fuck. The sight of “their bed” was arousing me!
I stood looking at it, visualizing them in it, and my heart began to beat faster. I turned to face them as they entered the bedroom with boxes, and I smiled. As diffi cult as it was to have Diane move in with him, away from me, her being with Zack also gave me a charge that I still don’t, and may never, understand.
For the rest of the day I felt better about Diane leaving, and throughout the day I watched as she moved things into the apartment, naked, interacting with Zack, looking beautiful, exchanging smiles, touches and casual kisses with both of us. The tenderness I saw between them brought back memories of their good-bye kisses on the tarmac years before, and her yielding her body to him as she had welcomed him home just weeks before. Somehow it seemed longer!
Diane’s comfort at being nude around the apartment and the complex amazed me. But then, the changes in her since she’d fucked Zack that first night were incredible. She had trimmed her bush, and her breasts seemed to sit higher. Her nipples were eternally taut, and the smile on her face radiated—I have no other word for it— blissfulness.
The first night in their new apartment, we all slept in the same bed, and Zack and I made love to Diane in shifts. She’d turn toward me and we’d spend some time kissing and petting, feeling and fondling, and then she’d roll over to Zack and do the same. After about an hour of double foreplay he fucked her right there beside me while I kissed and fondled her breasts and felt her bare bottom. Then she took my erection and guided it in her wet, puffy slit, and I fucked her as long as I could while he attended to other parts of her nakedness.
At one point on that first night in his and my wife’s new home, Zack rose up on his knees and she stretched out below him on the bed, on her back. He positioned his fully erect cock near her open mouth, and she put her tongue out and licked across the knob, then raised her head slightly, capturing the crown of his cock between her lips. She sucked on the tip and swirled her tongue around the spongy end, smiling gleefully the entire time.
I hadn’t decided how I would arrange it, but by the time I left, I knew I would be driving back every weekend. Diane thanked me for understanding as she stood next to my car when I was getting ready to drive off. She leaned in the driver’s-side window and kissed me, sharing her well-exercised tongue with mine.
“Thank you for understanding,” she said. “I need to be with Zack.”
I told her the same thing I had said before, that four years was too long for them to be apart. I said I loved her, and so what made her happy did the same for me.
“Next time you come,” she said, “I’ll just stay with you. We’re getting another bed, so we don’t all have to sleep in the same one.”
The others at the nudist complex know about our arrangement and accept it completely. In fact, three people in the place just upstairs from Diane and Zack have a polyamorous relationship very much like ours, although the woman isn’t married to either of the guys. They all live there together, and she has sex with both of the guys. Apparently they rotate bedrooms.
The woman’s name is Bonnie, and she and Diane have become extremely close friends. I think the two of them probably have sex, but since Diane hasn’t volunteered anything, I don’t know for sure. I won’t ask, because it’s none of my busi ness. Bonnie and Diane did exchange a very tender, very long and hot kiss the last time I was there, which gave me hours of great fantasy time on the drive home.
Yes, amazing things have happened in our lives since that fateful day when Diane and I drove our friend to the air base where we would say good-bye to him as he honored his military commitment, not knowing if we’d ever even see him again. How could I not understand her desire—no, her need—to have sex with him that night for the first time?
In any case, I can’t complain, since I was the one who first suggested, even before then, that Diane have sex with other guys. Even now I don’t regret a minute of it, even if it has been difficult for me at times.
She is with him these days, in the new home, the new life the two of them have made togeth er, but I still see her often, sleep with her regularly and find more to enjoy about the arrangement than I ever would have imagined. I have a life of my own and a life with them, and sex stays fresh and exciting, even while I’m watching her have it with him. I have hot sex with Diane and am able to watch her have equally hot sex with someone she loves.
I’ve realized since the move that I have the best of both worlds. True, I wouldn’t have picked this arrangement in the first place. But my decision to share Diane with Zack is one I would never do differently, given the way things have worked out. I still think back to how sexy it was watching my wife and my best friend kiss on the tarmac that day he left for Iraq, seeing him fondle her bottom in public as they said good-bye after that glorious night of sex in a rundown motel, my wife, my best friend and me.—L.T., Brownsville, Texas
For a long time my husband tried to get me to share my secret fantasies with him, but I was reluctant to do so, not knowing how he’d react. Finally I gave in and told Vince I’d long dreamed of fucking a well-dressed older businessman. In fact, I had a particular man in mind.
I’d known Grant for about five years. Although I am in my early 30s and he is 50-something, he has always turned me on. There was an obvious sexual tension between us, though I was too shy and Grant too polite to do anything about it. But I often thought of him when I was fucking my husband, often wishing it was Grant fucking me instead.
To my surprise, when I told Vince about this, he got excited and said he’d often thought about me mak ing it with another guy. He encour aged me to go after Grant. When he had to go away for a few days on busi ness, the time seemed ideal. Before he left on Thurs day, he said I should call Grant and get together with him, and be sure to tell him all the details afterwards.
By the next day, thinking about it had made me so hot, I couldn’t stand it, thinking how nice it would be to final ly reach down the front of his pants and see what was waiting for me there, to finally know firsthand how his hard dick would feel when every inch of it was buried in my pussy. At the same time, I was so nervous that I wasn’t sure I could go through with it.
But I had my husband’s approval, and I figured it was now or never, so I finally called Grant and asked him if he wanted to meet me for drinks. When I told him my husband was out of town, I guess he realized what the situation was, and he invited me over to his house instead. Of course I accepted.
I had to decide what to wear. Not that it would matter much, I thought—if I had my way, whatever it was wouldn’t be on me for long! I finally decided on a short dress and a very sexy lace pink push-up bra. I didn’t think there was any need to wear panties. Before I left, I sent Vince a quick text saying I was on my way to fuck Grant, and sent a few pictures of the outfit I was wear ing to make him hotter.
When I arrived, Grant hung up my jacket, then walked right up and started kissing me. We stood there making out like teenagers till my legs started getting weak from all the blood flowing to my excited pussy. When finally we broke apart, he asked if I wanted a tour. His house was beautiful. I wasn’t surprised when the last room he showed me turned out to be the master bedroom.
As we stood at the foot of the bed, we started making out again. Every touch of his hands on my body sent a new jolt all through me. I started unbuttoning his shirt while being careful not to lose contact with his soft lips. Once his shirt was off, he wasted no time pulling my dress over my head, leaving me standing in nothing but a bra and a smile.
It was finally time for me to discover what was hiding in his pants! I tried to make my self go slowly as I undid his trousers and pulled them down. I got on my knees and gazed at the bulging silk boxers. I ran my hands slowly up and down his legs, teasing him till I thought his dick would pop right through the cloth. Without touching it, I slowly blew hot air on the bulge while looking him straight in the eye. Finally I brought my hands into play, rubbing his dick through the soft silk from base to tip be fore pulling his shorts down and seeing his hard seven-incher pop out. It was nice and thick, with a sexy curve to it, and I loved it!
I licked and sucked him until he was ready to blow, then released him and stood up slowly, sliding my mouth over his body until it was on his lips. After another passionate kiss, he picked me up and carefully laid me on the bed, then removed my bra and kissed his way down me till he reached my dripping pussy. Every touch and lick made me tingle.
Grant was a very aggressive pussy-eater, different from my husband, who’s gentler. After he licked and sucked me until I was nearly out of my mind with lust, I begged him, “Just get up here and fuck me, please!”
Grant raised his head and moved up over me, say ing something about how he had been wanting to fuck me since the first moment he laid eyes on me. I could hardly stand it as he rubbed that curved dick up and down my pussy. “Please stick it in,” I moaned. “Fuck me, please!” But when he did stick it in, he blew his load almost immediately. He was embarrassed and apologized for not lasting longer, but I told him not to worry, we had lots of time!
With that we started making out heavily again, until we got into a 69, licking and sucking until he was ready to put that beautiful dick in me again. I got on top and guided him in. This time he made it through maybe five hard strokes before letting loose another load in me.
Now he felt even worse. “It’s been awhile since I’ve gotten any,” he said, “especially from someone as young and hot as you.”
I couldn’t remember ever needing someone as badly as I needed Grant. Again I said for him not to worry because I wasn’t even close to being done with him. I lowered my pussy onto his face and had him clean me out while I played with his dick, hoping to get it hard again. He really seemed to like lick ing my pussy and had my whole body trembling.
I real ly worked on his dick, which finally started respond ing. Soon it was ready to slide back in my pussy. I made sure to take it slow so Grant could last longer this time, but after only a minute he blew his third load in me. I kept his softening penis inside me while I kissed him and told him how I used to lie at home and rub myself while thinking of him and thought about him while my husband fucked me. I said I was hoping to get a lot of his dick in the future.
As I talked, I started moving my pussy around slowly, being really careful not to let Grant’s dick slip out. Soon I felt it twitch and start growing inside me. Then we were fucking at a nice slow pace, kissing and touching while I moved gently up and down on his dick. After about five minutes the pace picked up. I threw my head back and rode him for all I was worth, and was finally able to come with his dick in me. Then he tensed up and shot again.
As I got dressed, I suddenly couldn’t wait to tell my husband every detail while he ate me out, then fucked me. I knew he would love it, and at least he could stay hard for a good long time. Grant had been something of a disappointment, actually, though I was glad to have fucked him at last.
What’s more, now I knew that I could fuck other people and still keep my marriage together.—Name and address withheld
My wife was always a shy, introverted and insecure woman, but I encouraged her to become more outgoing and open. She changed her wardrobe from sweats and baggy pants to short skirts, tight blouses and sexy heels and replaced her cotton panties with garter belts, crotchless panties, hose, and other sexy lingerie.
Stacey told me the first people to notice the change were the guys at work. I encouraged this by picking out sexy clothes for her for each day’s work to “maximize her assets.” When she got home, I loved hearing her tell how her coworkers looked at her and flirted with her. I encouraged her to tease them at every chance, and she told me she let her skirt hike up to show off her garters and stockings tops, or occasionally, as she got out of her chair, gave some lucky guy a view of her bare pussy. The more she did, the hornier I got.
When Stacey told me about an office party coming up, I took her shopping for a spe cial outfit to wear. Our first purchase was a black knit dress with a zipper in back, so short that it barely covered the cheeks of her butt. I picked out a totally sheer pair of pantyhose and see-through bra. To complete the outfit I got her black high heels.
At the party I loved watch ing the guys go nuts over Stacey’s outfit, to the consternation of many wives and girlfriends. She drank glass after glass of wine till she got very tipsy. As time went on, she didn’t seem to care much about keeping her legs together, and as the night went on and her legs spread farther apart, the male half of the party was glued to the view.
This may have been interpreted as an invitation. Two single guys who came without girlfriends sat down with us, and as we shared even more wine, they said how lucky I was to have such a sexy wife. They said they loved her legs, and I told them—I was pretty drunk myself—that when she’s naked, she’s as sexy as any model in a porn magazine.
Eventually the conversation got around to me having to prove that statement. Unfazed, I took Stacey by the arm and told the guys to meet us in the men’s room upstairs in a few minutes. I knew there was nobody on that floor. We went upstairs, and in the men’s room I turned on the lights, then kissed her and asked if she was up for getting a little bit crazy tonight. She grinned and kissed me. I unzipped her dress and had her step out of it, leaving her in bra, hose and heels. I kept kissing her and, as I did, slid my fingers down her hose and played with her wet pussy.
We didn’t miss a beat when the door opened and Stacey’s coworkers stepped inside. They seemed to en joy the view—all they were able to say was “wow!”
Stand ing behind her, I reached around to the front of her bra and unhooked it, then set it on the vanity with her dress. Her nipples were totally erect, and she seemed flushed with excitement, look ing both guys in the eyes while I slid my hand in the waistband of her pantyhose and lowered it. Then I had her step out of her heels and the pantyhose, leaving her nude.
I asked those jokers if she didn’t look as good as any porn model, and they both said yes. I sat her on the vanity and spread her legs in a porno pose, then stood back smiling. After a pause, I suggested nonchalantly that Stacey let the guys sample what she had on display. When she looked questioningly at me and asked what I meant, I said calmly, loud enough for them to hear, “Let them fuck you.”
Stacey looked at them nervously, then said “okay.” I took one guy out in the hall with me. Later she told me the guy I left her with had bent her over the vanity and slammed into her, then had pounded her hard for five minutes before groaning and coming inside her. She said she loved watching their reflections in the mirror.
When he finished, Stacey sent him out of the bathroom and I sent the other fellow in. She told me she gave him a sam ple of her oral talent before sitting on the vanity and hav ing him drive in and out of her. When he came out, I went in and fucked her till I blew my load, for her third in less than 10 minutes.
When we snuck back to the party, several of Stacey’s coworkers gave us knowing smiles, like they knew what she’d been up to, but no one said a thing.
Monday morning I laid out a very short skirt with stockings and heels for Stacey to wear to work. That outfit, she told me when she got home, resulted in her getting fucked again by the coworkers who fucked her at the party. This scene has been repeated almost daily since, and has expanded to include three other coworkers. I couldn’t be happier.—F.S., Grand Rapids, Michigan