Last year my wife Julie and I were at a nude resort that we frequent on occasion. On our first day there, we were at the pool when this friendly guy came over and introduced himself He said his name was Paul and he would like to give my wife a massage.
Julie wasn’t too sure what to make of this at first, but she always enjoyed a good massage, so we went with him to his cabin. There he had her lie on a table and asked her if he could do her breasts, which are big and beautiful. She said okay, and when he finished he gave her several long full body strokes, including two up between her legs.
All the way home Julie talked about how wonderful the massage was, and how it was the best she’d ever had. She said she hoped he would do her again. I said I was sure he’d be interested, as I had noticed him getting an erection as he rubbed her down. Julie said she didn’t care, and that anything he wanted to do was just fine with her.
We saw Paul again the next day, and he gladly agreed to another session. Once the massage started, Julie went into a state of euphoria. Her eyes were shut, her face was lit up and she was moaning loudly. Near the end Paul spread her legs and smoothly slipped his cock inside her. She continued to moan, but didn’t open her eyes.
“Honey,” I said, “Paul’s fucking you. Is that okay?” She just nodded yes, with a glazed looked in her eyes, and with that I moved up and put my cock in her mouth. We gave it to her for quite a while, until Paul suggested we swap places. I moved around to fuck her, and he brought his cock to her face so she could lick it, and then lick his balls. After a while he moved around, rolled her on her side and banged her for another half hour, until he came.
After that Julie and I went back to the pool, but she seemed to be in a daze. Two hours later she said she wanted to go back and give Paul some more pleasure, adding that she owed it to him for the wonderful time he had given her. So we did.
This time, after playing with her for a while, Paul said he wanted to climb on, and Julie spread her legs and told him to go ahead. This time she was wide awake, and she wrapped her legs around him and they really went to town. Then she said she wanted to ride him, so he lay down and she happily climbed on, sliding his cock into her pussy and saying how good it felt. I hopped up on the table and my put cock into her mouth. Paul said her lips looked great wrapped around my dick, and he wanted to try it, since she had only licked him before. So we lay her back down and took turns fucking her mouth and her pussy for at least an hour. Julie came and came, her orgasms getting stronger and stronger, and I think she would have just kept having them forever, but at last Paul and I were both worn out.
When we left I gave Paul our number in the city, and Julie said she couldn’t wait to do it again, this time in a bed. Eventually we did, but that’s another story.—G.V., Tampa, Florida
My long-time lady friend and I are not exactly youngsters. Joan has just passed her 50th birthday—although I must say that she has the looks and body of a woman in her late 30s. We have been seeing each other for years, and it is a strange and wonderful relationship. Though we are opposites in many ways, it is the closest relationship I have ever had with a woman. She is my best friend and buddy, and I just enjoy spending time with her. Yes, we have made love, but are not what you would call lovers. I’m convinced that our relationship is what the institution of marriage should be. We’d probably sacrifice our lives for each other if the situation warranted, that’s how close we are. She could call me any hour of the day or night and I would be there, and vice versa. I know she has had a few outside sexual encounters over the years we’ve been seeing each other, and so have I. We always return to each other as though to a comfortable old pair of shoes.
The incident I am about to recount took place on Joan’s 50th birthday. As that landmark approached, knowing that she had no particular plans for celebrating it, I asked he what she would like to do. Her reply was, “I’d like for you to take me to dinner at a nice romantic place.”
“Fine,” I said. “But what kind of present would you like?”
Joan gave me a big wise-ass smile and said jokingly, “I want a go-go boy.” I might mention that she is a great loose-limbed dancer herself, and enjoys dancing to fast rock roll or disco music.
“I’ll work on it,” I told her, and we both laughed at the thought.
In the following days I thought about this conversation a lot. I remembered that Joan had previously mentioned the idea of hiring a go-go boy for her younger sister’s birthday. I had told her that her sister would probably attack the poor guy, and we’d both gotten a chuckle out of that.
One day a few weeks later, I ran into an acquaintance of mine named Ari, a young man from my old neighborhood who I had known since he was a kid. We stopped to talk, and I learned that he was currently without a steady job, but was making a pretty decent living as a free-lance limo driver, and also, of all things, as a go go boy, dancing at male strip clubs, as well as at bridal showers and other social events.
Naturally this brought my conversation with Joan to mind, and a brilliant idea flashed into my head. I asked Ari if he was free the night of my lady’s birthday, and if he could bring along a chorus line of three or four more of his go-go-boy friends. Ari said he was available, for the right price, of course. I gave him Joan’s address and told him to get there around ten o’clock on the night in question. My idea ended up costing me 400, but I thought it was worth it to give Joan a 50th birthday party she would never forget.
When the big day arrived. I showed up at Joan’s door at seven o’clock to take her to dinner. We went to a very romantic place near the water. The meal was fine, and we enjoyed ourselves greatly. We started off with a glass of wine to toast her birthday, after which I switched to scotch and water, and she to her favorite light beer. The liquor got to us both, and as the evening progressed we became playful and frisky, flirting and teasing each other as our passion rose.
It was a warm night, and when we got back to her place Joan excused herself, saying she wanted to put on something more comfortable. All kinds of erotic visions danced in my head as I waited for her return, picturing her in a variety of seductive outfits. I have to admit I was getting a serious erection.
But my fantasies came crashing down when she reappeared in a white T-shirt and a pair of white short-shorts. Oh well, I could admire her still shapely legs, and appreciate the fact that she was evidently not wearing a bra—I could see the impression of her tiny nipples, which I referred to as gumdrops, against the stretchy material. We curled up on the sofa with fresh drinks, just talking, indulging in some mild teasing and generally enjoying our closeness.
Exactly at ten o’clock the doorbell rang. Joan was surprised, wondering who would be calling at that hour. I knew, of course, but simply volunteered to get the door.
You should have seen the look on her face when Ari came in with four of his hunky friends. She was at a loss for words. I introduced her to Ari, who in turn introduced each of his companions. I watched her eyes as she took in all of this male eye candy. She was of course surprised and puzzled, but there was something else there too.
I asked the guys if they would like something to drink, and when they said yes Joan went into the kitchen to get some glasses. When she was gone the boys retired to the back bedroom to get undressed. I followed Joan into the kitchen to help her make the drinks, and to keep her occupied while the guys got ready.
“All right, what the hell is going on?” she asked me as I joined her. I told her it was going to be a surprise, and she said she was surprised already. When the drinks were ready I took the tray and led her back into the now empty living room. Joan looked bewildered. “Where did they go?” she asked.
“You’ll see,” I said, and at that moment the sound of music blasted out as Ari turned on their portable tape player, and the five guys danced out of the bedroom in single file, each of them wearing a tiny thong and nothing else. Joan sank down onto the sofa in surprise, and they formed a chorus line about four feet in front of her as she sat there.
Her first reflex was to put both hands over her eyes, but a second later she took them down, looking at me and laughing as she said, “You bastard, I was only kidding about the go-go boy!”
“I wasn’t kidding,” I said, grinning at her. “You know that your every wish is my command.”
The guys proceeded to dance to the music, and Joan watched them, laughing and shaking her head. After two numbers they stopped to rest and to partake of the drinks Joan had made. She and I each had another round also. Joan was getting looser, and her eyes were bright as she looked more boldly now at the bodies of the young, nearly naked hunks in front of her.
“All right,” she said finally, turning to me. “So how come you are the only guy who is fully dressed?”
I just shrugged and told her I was shy, which she knew was a damned lie. “Bull,” she said. “I’ve got five go-go boys here, and I’d like a sixth to make it an even half-dozen. How about it?”
“Okay,” I said, and proceeded to strip down to my jockey shorts. Ari started the music again, and I lined up with the boys and clowned it up, executing the most awful go-go dance in the history of man.
After a minute Joan got up off the sofa and began dancing along with us. As I mentioned before, she is still a great dancer, even at her age. She didn’t join the line, however she danced in front of each guy in turn, matching their bumps and grinds to a T. But she stopped to rest after two songs, as she was a bit winded and sweating up a storm.
We all had another round, with me acting as bartender. Joan made a comment about how hot it was, and how she was sweating. “That’s because you’re the only one here wearing a top,” I told her.
She looked at me with a quizzical expression. “Well, I can’t take it off with these guys here,” she said.
“Why not?” I replied. “You went topless at the nude beach last year, didn’t you?”
She said nothing for a moment, and then she kind of shrugged. “Well, yeah, I guess you’re right,” she said, and with that she pulled the T-shirt over her head.
A few whistles went up as the six of us admired her breasts, with their erect gumdrop nipples. She stood there for a moment in just her tiny shorts, then sat down on the sofa, crossing her arms over her breasts.
But when the music started again the guys pulled her off the sofa and she came willingly, laughing with abandon as she joined in the dance. Her perky breasts jiggled up and down and from side to side with the rhythm of the music, and I could tell that some of the guys were getting turned on, as the bulges in their thongs started to grow into tents. I knew that Joan was aware of it too, but she just kept on laughing and dancing.
Eventually the tight thongs the guys were wearing evidently became too restrictive for their increasingly stiff cocks, and one by one they discarded them, letting those cocks wave in the breeze. I was getting stiff too, and not to be outdone I removed my jockey shorts, so that there were now six guys with full erections, or close to it, dancing with my topless lady. At one point, when she had her back to me, I snuck up behind her and swiftly pulled her shorts down around her ankles, along with her panties. She let out a shriek, then started to giggle as a few of the guys whistled again. “What the hell,” she said, stepping out of the garments, “It’s my birthday, so I might as well be in my birthday suit, right?”
As the dancing and drinking continued, the guys kept complimenting Joan on her body, and I could see that she was eating it up. It was really a big ego trip for her, and I could tell she was pleased.
When we all took another break, I went around the room lighting candles, then put some dreamy, romantic music on the stereo. I moved the coffee table to the center of the room, then went and got a blanket and a pillow and placed them on the table. I then went over to Joan, took her by the hand, led her to the table and told her to lie down.
She looked at me suspiciously. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked me.
“Believe me, darling,” I told her, “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. Just say the word and we can stop any time. I just want this to be one night you will never forget.”
For a moment I didn’t think she was going to do it. But after looking into my eyes for a moment, she looked around at the other guys, all of them naked, some of them still hard. “Well, it’s my birthday,” she said again finally. “And this will only happen once.” And she lay down on the table.
I then directed Ari to kneel at the foot of the table, and had two of the other guys kneel on each side, while I stood at the head. I told Ari to start eating Joan’s pussy, and the two guys nearest me on either side to suck on her breasts. Their lips soon enveloped her erect nipples, while Ari spread her legs and suckled at her vagina, all of which made her gasp with excitement. I told her to reach out and take hold of the dicks of the other two guys, which she did. I then lowered my own stiff cock to her lips, which she immediately opened, and I entered her mouth.
It was quite a picture. There was my naked lady being eaten out by one guy, her tits being sucked and nibbled on by two others, while slowly jerking off two more dicks with her hands and blowing me, all at the same time—and she was enjoying every minute of it. God, she was so hot! She let out a series of muffled moans and incoherent whimpers.
Soon I could see that she was getting close to climax. Her eyes were wide and wild, and her inner thighs started to twitch. Her body was moving up and down, slowly at first, but then faster. Her breathing was loud and fast. Her moans got louder around my dick, and her eyes rolled up in her head. She looked gorgeous, her body glistening with sweat, as she twisted and convulsed in orgasm.
Her second orgasm was more intense than the first, and after that we stopped to give her a break. I brought her another drink and helped her to sit up. She was still recovering from her orgasm, a big smile of satisfaction on her face. She tried to stand up, but her legs gave out and she slowly sank to a sitting position on the floor.
While she was sitting there I said, “I have a novel birthday cake for you.” I told the guys to stand around her in a circle, their erect or semi-erect cocks about a foot from her head. I then took out a can of Reddi Wip and sprayed a generous dollop of delicious cream on the head of each cock as we sang “Happy Birthday” to her.
“And now I suppose you want me to eat all of this delicious cake,” Joan said, grinning up at me.
“It’s up to you,” I said. “All of us are your presents, and you can do what you want with us. Right, guys?”
“Okay, then I call the shots now,” Joan said. “Tell you what,” she directed me. “Why don’t you lie down here on your stomach and lick my clit.” As she said that she brought her knees up and spread her thighs apart. I lay down on the floor on my front and lowered my head between her thighs, I breathed in her sexy aroma. My tongue found her clit and I started to lick and stroke it. As I did this Joan reached for the two dicks closest to her mouth and sucked the whipped cream off them, first one and then the other. She then turned her head 90 degrees to the right, then 90 degrees to the left, and sucked those two cocks clean. The fifth guy came around to stand in front of her, and she licked him clean too.
Then she got up and lay back on the table. “You continue eating my pussy,” she said to me, “while I give these other beautiful cocks some real attention.” She then proceeded to blow each of the guys in turn while I ate her out, swallowing each one’s come before moving on to the next. When she finished with the last one, she directed him to replace me at her pussy so she could blow me too.
After that we stopped again to rest, make some pit stops and have another drink. By this time it was after midnight. “Hey, guys,” Joan said, “this is the best birthday party I ever had. Now for the finale, here’s what I want.” She lay back down on the table and requested us all to assume our original positions. I went back to her head and Ari to her feet, with two guys kneeling on either side, as before. For several minutes we went at it again, me fucking her mouth, Ari eating her pussy, two guys sucking her tits while she jerked off the last two.
This went on until Joan came again. She pulled her mouth from my cock as she gasped out her climax. When she recovered her breath she told Ari to move up, jerk himself off and come on her chest. As he did this, one of the men she’d been stroking took his place at her pussy. She then told me she was going to finish blowing me, and she wanted me to come on her stomach. Her wish was my command.
The other guy she’d been jerking off got the next blowjob and came on her left boob, near her shoulder. After that she sucked off the two guys who had been feasting on her tits, and each of them came on the tit he’d been sucking.
The last guy, the one who was now eating her, was then told to move around into a 69, so he could continue to suck her pussy while fucking her mouth with his dick. He did that, and after about five minutes he yelled that he was going to come. Joan’s hands shot up, each grabbing a cheek of his ass as he spurted his load deep into her throat.
She sat up, took another sip of her drink and started to massage all the come we had shot on her into her tits and stomach. “Now that’s what I call a real beauty treatment—pure protein,” she said with a laugh. She then got up and said, “I’m going to take a shower, and the guy with the biggest dick can scrub my back.”
We then had a measuring contest to compare dick lengths. It turned out that Ari had an eight-and-a-half-inch dick, and he was the winner. He went into the bathroom, and for the next 20 minutes we heard a lot of laughter and giggling over the sound of the shower running. When they emerged, Joan had on a white terrycloth robe, and Ari was wrapped in a towel.
Joan gave each of the guys a peck on the cheek and a squeeze of the cock. “Thanks, boys,” she told them. “You made a 50-year-old lady feel very damn good. Thanks to you guys and my dear friend here, I’ll never forget it as long as I live. Maybe we can get together again on my 55th—and for a weekend on my 60th, as I expect things will take longer then.”
We all laughed, and the guys quickly got dressed. She gave each one a passionate good-bye kiss as they left.
I stayed behind, and there was a big grin on my face as she closed the door. “Not bad for an old broad,” I said. “You tired them young bucks out!”
“Hell,” she said, “the way I was wound up, if I’d had some rubbers in the house, I would have fucked them too. I might have been dead in the morning, but I’d have had a smile on my face!” And we both laughed.—D.L., Detroit, Michigan
I’m a 35-year-old Spanish teacher at a small school in the southwest. I am five feet four inches tall, with black shoulder-length hair and D-cup breasts capped with very large areolae. I speak Spanish fluently, and I am dark enough so that when I visit Mexico as a tourist, I am often taken for a local.
I have been married to a wonderful man for a little over ten years, and while our sex life is good, it isn’t really what it used to be. Which brings me to my story.
There are many Spanish and Mexican restaurants in our area, and I enjoy frequenting them whenever I can, not only because I love the food, but also because I enjoy conversing with the wait staff in Spanish. Howard, my husband, doesn’t really like the food that much, and until recently didn’t speak a word of Spanish, but he would often come along simply because I asked him to.
There is one particular Mexican restaurant not far from the campus, which I often went to by myself for lunch. The food was not bad, but another attraction for me was a very good-looking black waiter named Jean Paul, who was quite fluid in Spanish. I enjoyed conversing with Jean Paul, and he seemed to be more than happy to indulge my appetite for speaking the language.
Occasionally I would find myself flirting with Jean Paul in my second language, just to add a little spice to our conversation. If I was wearing a low-cut blouse or top, I would bend over teasingly sometimes, to give him a good view. I had never been with a black man, and I told myself I had no real desire to cheat on my husband, but there was something about this man that really got me going. Maybe it was the smoothness with which he spoke my favorite language—or maybe it was his rock-hard 26-year-old body. But whatever it was, he was a definite turn-on.
One evening about a week ago, my husband and I decided to go out to dinner to celebrate my upcoming birthday. I wasn’t sure where we were going, and I was surprised when Howard pulled into the parking lot at the Mexican restaurant where Jean Paul worked. Smiling at me, he told me that since it was my birthday we were celebrating, he wanted me to have the kind of dinner I would most enjoy.
We walked in and were seated in a corner booth. A few moments later Jean Paul appeared from the back and came straight to our table. Smiling at him, I introduced him to Howard, and he attempted to speak to him in Spanish. Howard just shrugged and apologized, explaining that I was the only Spanish speaker at the table, and Jean Paul smilingly switched to English.
There was something strangely unsettling about watching Jean Paul speaking to my husband. After all, this was the young black stud that I had been flirting with and fantasizing about for months now. In fact, I had even gone so far as to seek out one of those seedy novelty stores at the edge of town, where I had purchased one of those huge black rubber dongs that look and feel like the real thing. I enjoyed waking from my weekend nap and riding that large black dildo, while dreaming about what Jean Paul might be like in bed.
I started to get really horny as I thought about this, and I was caught off guard when Jean Paul turned to me and said in Spanish, “Is my zipper down?”
“What?” I said, surprised. Jean Paul had caught me staring at his crotch in a daze. “No,” I hastened to reply to him, in Spanish. “No, your fly is not down. I was just thinking about something.”
Jean Paul, knowing that my husband couldn’t understand what we were saying, now became bold. “I can see from your eyes what you desire,” he said, smiling at me. “And I can not serve this to you here in front of your husband.”
“You are a cutie,” I replied, my lust making me bold as well. “But you are probably more than I could handle.” I then turned to Howard and said in English, “How about we order?” Howard told me to go ahead. Looking up at Jean Paul I asked, again in Spanish, “How big is the enchilada?”
Jean Paul smiled again. “Ten inches long and nearly seven inches around,” he answered in the same language. “I assure you that it will definitely fill you up!”
“My, my,” I said. “That’s a lot of food!”
“Oh, excuse me,” Jean Paul said, his eyes dancing. “I thought you were asking about something else.”
“Stop that,” I said, trying to look stern. “I am out with my husband, you know.” Jean Paul apologized smoothly, saying that he had just gotten carried away. He had never been so bold before in our conversations, and I was a bit taken aback by it, but I supposed there was no harm done—except that my panties were now soaked through.
Howard and I enjoyed our meal—I somewhat more than he, I’m afraid—and afterward I waited at the table while Howard went up to the cash register to pay the bill. He talked with Jean Paul for a few minutes before returning to the table and escorting me out.
On the drive home, Howard asked about Jean Paul, saying that he seemed like a nice fellow. I agreed that he was, secretly wondering if his description of his “enchilada” could possibly have been true.
“He seemed to really like your big boobs,” Howard said.
“What?” I said, surprised.
“Well, when you were talking to him at the table, your nipples were damn near ripping through your shirt,” Howard said. “I’m just saying that he appeared to enjoy the view.”
“Well, I hope he did,” I said pertly. “Now can we just get home so I can shower and get ready for the fun part of this date?” I was really longing for a good fuck by now, and I felt that if he didn’t shut up about Jean Paul, I might just blurt out to him what Jean Paul had said to me in the restaurant.
Then I remembered that Howard had once told me that he sometimes fantasized about me fucking a black guy while he watched. Of course I didn’t take that seriously—I was a teacher, after all, and couldn’t act on such nasty thoughts. Although that didn’t keep me from pretending sometimes with that big dong that I keep hidden away in the closet.
Upon our arrival home, I told Howard that I was going to take a hot bath, and then join him in the bedroom for a romp. Howard smiled and said he would be waiting.
After a nice long bath, I put on my sexiest nightie and headed for the bedroom. Upon entering, I saw Howard smiling, holding up a blindfold.
“What’s that for?” I asked curiously.
“Well, it is your birthday,” Howard replied, “and I’ve brought you a gift. I’m going to put this on you so that I can present it properly, without you seeing it before it’s ready.”
Thinking how sweet my husband was, always trying to make me happy, I readily agreed to be blindfolded. Howard fastened the dark cloth over my eyes and then left the room, saying he would be back in a minute.
It wasn’t much more than that before he returned, and I felt him get on the bed beside me and kiss my neck. I began to get wet when he kissed his way down to my chest. He then slid the straps of my nightie off and let my large breasts swing free. Gently he kissed and nibbled at my nipples.
I was now at the point where I really needed a cock—any cock. I told Howard to take off my blindfold so that I could see my present, hoping at this point that it would be him, standing in front of me with his hard cock in his hand, waiting for me to swallow it.
Howard moved behind me then and untied the blindfold. As he slowly removed it I blinked my eyes, and as my vision cleared I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. For standing right there at the foot of my bed, staring at my bare chest, was Jean Paul!
“What’s going on?” I demanded, when my astonishment had abated enough to allow me to speak.
Howard smiled at me. “Well,” he said, “I have been going with you to these Mexican restaurants for a while now, and finally I thought it would be a nice thing if I tried to learn some Spanish, so I could talk to you in your favorite language. I’ve been studying in my free time, and though I still can’t speak it all that well, I can understand quite a bit. So when I put together your conversation at the dinner table tonight, I asked Jean Paul here if he would like to come over and feed you the enchilada that you expressed such an interest in!”
I could only stare at him as I remembered him speaking to Jean Paul at the cash register. My head was swirling. I had not been with another man since I met my husband, but here I was, sitting topless on my bed, with Jean Paul standing right in front of me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hit Howard or kiss him. But I was sure of one thing: I wanted Jean Paul’s cock.
“All right,” I said finally, and a little breathlessly. “But it will be just this one time, Howard, and we will never do anything like this again! All right?”
“Anything you say, darling,” Howard said.
So now it was time to see if the reality measured up to Jean Paul’s boasts. I reached for his slacks with slightly trembling hands, and slowly pulled down his zipper. Reaching in, I felt something I couldn’t believe. I undid the clasp and let his slacks fall to the floor, revealing a cock almost a foot long, and so big and thick that I couldn’t fit my hand around it.
“Oh my God!” I said. “It’s just amazing!”
Jean Paul smiled and said, “I told you it would fill you up!”
I took that cock in both hands then, marveling at its size. I got off the bed and slid down to my knees on the floor, no longer feeling in control of my own body. I lifted his heavy cock and touched it to my lips. I was in heaven! Slowly I took the huge head into my panting mouth and proceeded to suck and lick it with great passion, trying to take his dick deeper. I began jacking him off with both hands, wanting him to come now, desperately needing him to unload down my throat, but he wouldn’t. I felt his large hands tangling in my hair as I sucked his massive meat harder and harder.
“Please!” I demanded, pulling my mouth from him. “Fill my mouth with your sweet come!”
But he didn’t. Instead he bent down and whispered into my ear, “I have wanted to slide my dick between those huge tits since I first laid eyes on you.”
“Then fuck them, Jean Paul!” I whimpered. “Fuck them good, and then come in my mouth!” Saying this, I felt like a slut, and at that moment that was what I wanted to be.
Jean Paul pulled me up and laid me back on the bed, and I pushed my big globes together. He straddled my waist and slipped his monster meat between them, sliding it back and forth, as I lowered my head to receive the tip of it in my mouth with every forward stroke. This went on for five minutes before Jean Paul finally erupted. Huge long streams of come flew out of his enormous prick, covering my boobs, my face and the wall behind me.
I was in shock. I had never seen so much come in my life! Furthermore, I could see that Jean Paul’s cock was still hard. I was used to Howard’s average-size dick quickly fading away after one of my blowjobs, to be useless for the rest of the evening. But Jean Paul’s tool wanted more.
Jean Paul now rolled over and lay down on his back, his gigantic prick pointing at the ceiling. I quickly straddled him and began to feed his monster into to my now dripping pussy. Slowly I sank down on it, taking it in inch by inch. At about the halfway point I came, and came hard. And after a few more inches I came again. I started pumping up and down then, taking him in deeper and deeper, and coming harder and harder.
When I finally became aware that he was about to let go of another load, I leaned forward to kiss him. Then, letting my large boobs swing against his face, I told him in Spanish that I wanted him to fill my cunt with his come, which he promptly did. I rolled off him then, and we all went to sleep, exhausted.
Howard had left for work when I awoke the next morning, but Jean Paul was lying there next to me. I stuck my head under the covers and began to suck his soft cock. In no time at all it was standing tall in all its glory. I sucked on that glorious dick for what seemed like an a hour before he erupted in my mouth, giving me more come than I could swallow. I then let him pound my pussy for another hour before he exploded again. What a way to wake up!
I had meant it when I said that this encounter was to be just a one-time thing. As a teacher and a married woman, I could not go on indulging in such behavior. However, I still have the pleasure of having a big black cock stuffed into my hungry pussy at least once a week or so. Then, when I’m finished, I wash it off carefully and hide it back in the closet so it won’t be discovered.—R.C., Phoenix, Arizona
I was a successful but nerdy 30-year-old accountant when I first met Carrie at a strip club that I frequented as a substitute for a real sex life. She was a long-legged 35-year-old blonde stripper, and we met when I got up the nerve to ask her for a lap dance.
She directed me to a dark corner in a back room, collected her money and climbed aboard. The bouncer was busy elsewhere as we started, and somehow we both got a little carried away. She began by rubbing herself against me in the approved manner, but soon the heat of the moment got to us, and Carrie pulled her thong to one side about the same moment that I released my erect penis from my bursting fly. The next thing we knew, the head of my dick had popped between her moist puffy pussy lips, and we were both enjoying the full length of my love stick. Unfortunately, Carrie’s wild up-and down motions as she straddled my body, and the squeals of delight she emitted, drew the attention of the management, and as a result we were both asked to leave the premises for violating their no-touch policy. So I found myself in the parking lot of the club with a crying woman who was almost stark naked under her heavy winter coat.
Carrie explained that she had just been passing through town when she took this job, and she had no place to live and very little money. So, gentleman that I am, I invited her to come stay at my house, as I lived by myself and had plenty of room. I told her she could have her own room and stay as long as she wished.
Well, she never did get her own room. We developed a relationship, she gave up stripping and got a job in a bank, and we lived together for two sex-filled monogamous years before I asked her to marry me.
It was Carrie’s suggestion that I throw myself a bachelor party, and she suggested I hold it at my house, promising to stay out of the way for that night. I didn’t expect this party to be very wild. The fact was that most of my friends were fellow accountants, some of whom I worked with and most of whom were as nerdy as myself. But I issued the invitations, and when the night came around, about 20 guys showed up at my place for a night of cards and beer.
Carrie had made a lot of food and put out a good spread before disappearing into the bedroom to watch TV and stay out of sight. We played cards, watched some stag movies and consumed more beer than most of us were used to. The excitement level was about what you would expect at a gathering of CPAs, and I was actually looking forward to the end of the party, when we discovered that there had been a sudden snowstorm which had deposited an unexpected two and a half feet of snow while we were busy playing cards and snacking away. My place was a good half mile from the main road, and with the wind whipping the snow about, there was no way that anyone was leaving until a snowplow ventured down our road. So there we were, 20 boring guys all partied out at eleven o’clock, and no likelihood of anyone leaving until dawn the next day.
So what to do? I went to the bedroom and explained the situation to Carrie, and she said, half jokingly, “Well, I could do a strip for them, like at other bachelor parties!” She had told me about the parties she had been hired for in the past, and how she had ended up doing a number of guys. Those stories were always guaranteed to get me hot, but now I was faced with a different situation. This was my intended bride, after all, and my friends from work. But then I thought, why not? It would be the high spot in most of these guys’ very dull lives. Just to see a woman like Carrie naked would be a treat for them, and if she ended up fucking a few of them, they would be indebted to me for life.
So, after a bit of further discussion, I went back downstairs and announced that the party was just about to begin. Shortly thereafter Carrie popped down the staircase, dressed in one of her old costumes—short sexy dress, high heels, black mesh stockings, the works. I cranked up the music and off she went, dancing sensuously and gradually removing her clothing, surrounded by the most appreciative audience she had ever had. I was sure half of these guys had never been in a strip club in their lives, and probably some of them had never even seen a naked woman up close and personal.
After three or four numbers Carrie had gotten down to just her stockings and heels, and in the process of getting there she had rubbed against and fondled every guy in the room, while making racy comments on the size, shape and degree of hardness each had in his pants. The guys were sprawled around on the furniture or on the floor, cheering and clapping and sneaking feels of her bare flesh as she danced around them.
Finally Carrie suggested that they have a contest. All the men were to take off their pants, and the one with the biggest cock would get to fuck her on the living room rug. And just so no one’s feelings would be hurt, she would give a blowjob to the one with the smallest prick. Everyone got very excited at this idea, including me. I had known this was a possibility when Carrie and I had talked about it earlier, but I was surprised at how aroused I was now by the idea of my fiancee showing off her old-time talents to my friends.
Carrie was the sole judge of the contest, and while there was some friendly argument, her decision about whose prick was the biggest was accepted in the end. We all watched in awe as Carrie got down on all fours, and the contest winner crawled up behind her and slipped his large dick easily into her juicy cunt. Once he had the rhythm going, the one with the smallest cock slid his erect tool into her mouth as she squealed and salivated all over it. She did both guys very quickly, and then of course all the other guys clamored for the same treatment, and soon the whole show turned into an orgy as my beautiful sexy soulmate proceeded to fuck everyone in the room.
By around three in the morning, most of the guys were fucked out, and I was the only one still dressed. Carrie was covered in sweat and semen, and was enjoying herself immensely. Finally she went off to shower, taking a couple of the guys along to keep her company.
While they were gone I started cooking breakfast, and soon I had made up a large batch of Bloody Marys and a great stack of toast, and was working at poaching three dozen eggs. When Carrie came back, all cleaned up, I told her about an idea I had, and she joyfully shucked off her bathrobe and climbed up onto the dinning room table.
I then served breakfast. Everybody got toast and Bloody Marys, but I announced that anybody who wanted a poached egg had to eat if off my fiancee’s naked body, without using their hands. I started by placing one egg between her breasts, one on her belly button and another on her lower abdomen, just above her pubic mound.
Picking up a warm wet egg with your mouth is a really difficult feat. You can suck up most of it or bite off a large portion of it, but some of it is sure to get away. If the egg is being eaten from a naked body, the yoke will flow down over the flesh, and must be licked off in order to savor the full experience. The egg on Carrie’s chest tended to move up toward her neck and spill over her throat, forcing the man who was eating it to kiss and nuzzle her neck, even sharing the egg with her mouth to mouth. The one on her navel was easier to control, but still entailed a lot of flesh licking and navel tonguing. The one on the abdomen attracted the most eager players, as the yoke tended to pour down between her legs, and the man would end up sucking the egg from her clitoris, her vagina, and sometimes from her asshole.
Carrie alternated between giggles and sighs of pleasure as she was licked and sucked by each of the guys, and everybody was sorry when we finally ran out of eggs. Carrie was a sight once again, with egg yoke and saliva matting her hair and sticking to her pretty nude body. However, she was a very happy lady, and when the snow plow finally arrived at around seven o’clock, she kissed each of the guys good-bye and told them that they were the best, and that she hoped we could do this again.
A week later Carrie and I tied the knot, and all the guys attended the ceremony. That was eighteen months ago, and since then we have started a regular poker night twice a month at our place. At the office we jokingly call it “poke-her night”—a little CPA humor. Carrie has gotten in touch with a few of her old friends from her stripping days, and they sometimes come around to help out, so I get some fresh action as well. It’s really a beautiful system.—Name and address withheld
Two months ago I sent my wife over to my friend’s auto shop, dressed in some of her hottest clothes. She’d been talking about fucking other guys for the longest time, so I went ahead and set it up for her, and now she does a lot more than talk about it.
Jeannine was a virgin when we met, and after a few years of monogamy she started wondering what sex with other men was like. I told her that if she wanted to find out, I wouldn’t stand in her way. But since we were living in a small town, and there wasn’t much we could do about it without everyone finding out.
Last fall, however, I was promoted to a good job here in Chicago. As soon as we moved here, Jeannine started talking about trying some of the forbidden fruit she saw all around her. At twenty-three, she was hot and ready to play. And for sure my wife has a body built for sex. She’s been blessed with a full set of round, bouncy boobs, topped with big dark nipples that love to be sucked on. She’s also got great legs, a cute butt and a nice tight pussy. I like the idea of being married to such a sexy woman, but as I say, I was more than willing to share her, if that was what she wanted.
However, as the months went by and nothing happened, I was starting to think Jeannine was just a big tease. No matter how hot she got talking about fucking other men, no guy ever seemed to be the right guy, or the time wasn’t good, or something. I waited and waited, but nothing came to pass. Until I got the idea of setting her up a surprise party.
I enjoy working on my classic ’67 Firebird, and since our move to Chicago I’d had all my machining done at a certain auto shop owned by a guy named Eddie. One day Jeannine and I went to Eddie’s place to drop off a few parts. I was busy talking to him when I noticed Jeannine flirting with several of his mechanics, all of them big, solidly built guys. Eddie said something about how attractive my wife was, and without thinking I replied, half-jokingly, “Yeah, she’s sexy all right, and she could really use a good tune up and lube job. Do you guys do that kind of work?”
Eddie stared at me for a moment, then asked if I was serious. I shrugged, and then explained the situation to him. After some thought, Eddie said that he and his guys usually stuck around to catch up on paperwork on Friday nights after the garage closed, and that if Jeannine wanted to come around they would be only to happy to help her out. I said that sounded like a good idea, but I thought she would need a little push to get there. So we made some plans.
On Friday afternoon I called Jeannine from work and told her to put on her sexiest clothes, because I had a special treat for her that night. I let her believe that we were going out to dinner, and then going dancing at this new club downtown. I asked her to wear her G-string panties and a short skirt I liked, which showed off her butt when we danced.
When I got home that evening I got very excited as I saw her walking around in that skirt that barely covered the curves of her bottom. She also had on a tight sleeveless sweater that really showed off her big bouncy tits. She was just finishing her makeup when the phone rang right on cue at seven o’clock. I knew it was Eddie, so I asked Jeannine to take the call, as I was just getting ready to take a shower Eddie, as we had planned, told her that the part I had been waiting for was ready, but that I’d better get it right away or I’d have to wait until Monday. I was in the shower—as planned—when Jeannine reported this to me, so I asked her if she would mind running over there to get it. Jeannine said sure. I told her to take her time, but she said she’d be right back. However, I was hoping she wouldn’t get home for a couple of hours.
Well, I got my wish, and more. When she didn’t come right home, I knew they had gotten her to stay for some conversation, if nothing else. When she wasn’t home after an hour I figured she was having a good time. Then, as more hours passed, it became pretty obvious that the tune up and lube job I had set her up for was really taking place. My cock was hard, and I almost jerked off, but I didn’t. I tried to watch TV, but all I could think about was what my wife was doing.
It was almost midnight when I heard her car drive up. I didn’t know what to expect when I went to meet my wife at the door.
It was immediately obvious by the look on her face that Eddie and the gang had showed Jeannine a great time. She looked like she was in heaven as she took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom.
We kissed like animals in heat as she told me how she loved being a naughty wife. She thanked me over and over for arranging this night for her. I kissed her come-splattered neck and worked my way down to her beautiful sticky tits as she told me how the garage had been closed when she got there, but she had seen the light in the back and gone to knock on the door. The guys had been drinking beer and had a porn film going. She asked Eddie if they did that every Friday night, but he said no, this was a special occasion. She told me how her pussy quivered with lust when he put his hand on her butt and kept it there. She had smiled at him to let him know it was okay to touch her, and when George, one of the mechanics, offered her a beer, she smiled at him too, and accepted.
When she finished her beer and was offered another, she said she had to go, even though she didn’t want to, because she thought I would be waiting at home for her. Eddie then explained to her that I had asked them to throw this party for her. After that she knew everything was okay, and from that point on my very horny wife allowed herself to enjoy the attentions of the four men, knowing that I had arranged the whole thing.
Jeannine kissed me as she told me this, saying that she couldn’t believe how much she had liked having all those hands on her body, touching her, undressing her, squeezing her breasts, pulling on her hard nipples, playing with her butt and pussy. She said she had felt like a total slut, and loved it, by the time Eddie pulled out an old mattress and laid it down on the concrete floor.
Jeannine told me how exciting it had been to be naked in front of Eddie and his crew. She had even helped them undress. She said she’d been in heaven, her tight pussy dripping with lust as she saw how big and hard their cocks were.
I went down on her and began eating her out as she told me how she got on her knees and sucked their stiff cocks, one after the other. At one point she was sucking Eddie while holding two other cocks in her hands. Eddie blasted come into her mouth, while George sprayed his jism on her face and the other guy, Ronnie, shot all over her tits. By that time her pussy was quivering with desire, wanting desperately to be filled.
At that point she fell over onto her back and let Ronnie and George hold her legs open wide, while Eddie got into place to be the first to fuck her. She couldn’t believe how good his big cock felt as all of it slowly disappeared inside her. The next thing she knew Eddie was going to town, making her sopping pussy slurp with joy.
Then she got another treat as the fourth man, Crawford, a huge black guy, brought his hot cock to her mouth. Eddie had a good-size hunk of meat, she said, but George’s was a few inches longer and twice as thick. She said it was like a big black baseball bat throbbing in her mouth.
Jeannine told me how she came as Eddie filled her hot pussy with his spunk. Then he and Crawford traded places. She told me how hot she was after Eddie had fucked her. When he put his spent cock up to her mouth, she eagerly licked it clean of their juices, loving every minute.
She was just starting to get Eddie hard again when she felt Crawford get between her legs. Knowing how big he was, she spread herself open as much as she could, and she almost came again when she felt his hands clutching her butt, lifting her to get her cream-filled pussy lined up with his huge black tool. My wife loved feeling that big thing going deep inside her as Eddie got hard again in her mouth. Crawford started fucking her hard with long, fast strokes.
Jeannine was still sucking Eddie’s cock, her moans muffled by its mass as Crawford plunged in and out of her. Eddie came in her mouth, and she was still swallowing his come when Crawford said he wanted her to ride him. Jeannine loved the idea of being on top, and with Eddie’s come dripping off her chin she climbed up onto Crawford’s chest, reaching behind her to take his horse-like dick into her hand. Once more she almost came as she guided that big slimy thing to her happy honeypot. She felt a thrill of pride when she managed to take almost the whole thing with her first thrust, and soon she found herself totally impaled on that massive ebony spear, crying out with joy as her wet pussy lips wrapped around the base of it.
I continued eating her out as my horny wife told me how she had started to pump up and down, caressing that hot black pole with her squirming twat. The other guys gathered around and again she found her mouth filled with cock, and another hard cock in each of her hands. She continued to ride Crawford’s dick for the longest time, having one orgasm after another, and all the while the others kept her busy pleasuring them.
Eventually Crawford came in buckets, filling her with his hot cream. She loved feeling that big thing going soft inside her. When she slid off Crawford’s body, Ronnie lay down on his back and pulled her on top of him. As she guided his nine inches into her creamy pussy, George moved up behind her and stuck his only slightly smaller tool into her happy butt. Jeannine said it felt so naughty to be taking one guy up her butt while another fucked her dripping cunt that it wasn’t long before she was coming again.
Jeannine had such a good time at her surprise party that not only did she give in to her desires after that, but she became totally wild. For the last two months she has been going to the garage every Friday night. Lately she has been coming home on Saturday morning and telling me how the guys have taken her to a party, where more and more men have joined in. Last week she told me she had taken on at least twenty men.
She loves it so much that I can only encourage her to to keep on going. It makes me happy to know how much fun she is having, being a slut with other men. And I always look forward to the fantastic sex we have when they finally bring her home.—D.F., Chicago, Illinois
A couple of years ago my very sexy wife Karen had surprised me by giving me a series of nude pictures that she had had taken by a professional photographer. Since then she had been working out a lot, and her perfect body had become even more perfect, if that was possible. Last month she decided to have more pictures taken, and she made an appointment with the same photographer she had used before. This time she asked me to come along. The first time she had posed for him, she explained, she had wanted to fuck him, and she knew he had felt the same way. This time, she said, she was going to fuck him, and me too.
On the morning of her appointment, Karen was dressed to kill in a very short skirt, high heels and a clingy, almost see-through top. When we got to the studio Alistair, the photographer, answered the door, and his eyes avidly took in her body. Karen gave him a friendly kiss and a hug, pressing herself against him.
Alistair told her that he was glad to get the chance to photograph that beautiful body again. I said that if he liked her body before, he was going to go crazy when he saw the current version.
Inside the studio, Alistair introduced us to a young man named Hank, who he explained was his new assistant. “I hope you don’t mind,” he told Karen. “Hank works with me now that I’ve gotten so busy.”
Hank was something of a hunk, in his tight jeans and a T-shirt that showed off his muscles. Karen took one look at him and said, “This ought to be fun!”
Alistair asked Hank to help Karen get ready, and they walked behind a screen at one end of the room. When they returned, Karen was wearing a very short robe which was a bit too small for her, so that her breasts nearly popped out. “Hank helped me on with my robe. Do you like?” she said, grinning wickedly.
As he readied the equipment, Alistair asked what Karen had done with the photos he had taken previously. Karen told him she had given them to me, and that I had made good use of them. Alistair asked her what she meant, and she smiled at me, saying, “You tell him, darling.” So I did.
“Most of the time we keep them in an album at home,” I began. “But I take a few with me when I travel. I show them to some guys at a bar and tell them she’s my neighbor. Then I ask them if they would be interested in fucking her in a threeway next time they come to town. The answer is always yes.”
“One time he had one of those guys call me up,” Karen put in. “The guy told me all the things he’d like to do to me. I got off while he was talking.”
Alistair and Hank were both staring, and I went on, “Once she went with me out of town. I took a couple of the pictures to a nearby dance club, showed them to some hunk and told him she was waiting down the street, in case he felt like helping me fuck her all night long. He nearly fell all over himself saying yes.”
“Good thing too,” Karen piped up. “I was really horny that night!”
Hank and Alistair looked a bit stunned, and I was willing to bet that both of them were getting hard. But now it was time to shoot the pictures. Off came the robe, and there was my beautiful, sexy wife, nude in front of three pretty randy guys. Alistair smiled at her and said that I was right—her workouts had paid off, and her body was even better than before.
Karen proceeded to pose in a number of different situations, with Hank helping to position her to best advantage as Alistair clicked away with several different cameras. When they called a break at one point, I went up to my wife and kissed her, asking her if she was enjoying herself. I knew the answer when I slid my hand down to her pussy and found that it was wet. I then asked her if she would like to pose with Hank for a few shots, just to try something different. Karen purred her assent, and I asked Hank if he would mind posing with her. The bulge in his jeans was reply enough.
Karen was so eager that she helped him pull off his clothes, until he was as naked as she was. They were quite a pair—two beautifully sculpted, perfectly formed bodies. As the camera clicked, I encouraged them to feel free with each other and to touch each other’s body. As always, I found it quite erotic to watch another man slide his hands all over my wife’s curvy flesh. Soon they didn’t need encouragement. Hank was feeling her awesome breasts with one hand and sliding the other over her ass, while Karen was clutching his amazing cock.
“Can I have a photo of Hank’s cock going in my mouth, please?” Karen said breathlessly. I smiled as she brought her mouth close to him, and Hank groaned while the camera clicked. “I just want to taste it,” she panted, and as she teased it with her lips and tongue I couldn’t take it any more. I quickly stripped and moved around behind her, then slid my cock into her sweet wet pussy. As I started to move in and out, her taste of Hank’s cock became an engulfing mouthful. Seeing her take that cock in as far as she could and suck on it eagerly set me off, and I shot a heavy load right into her sopping wet pussy.
“Next,” I said, looking at Alistair. “I think she needs more cock she has never been so wet.” Alistair put down his camera and moved toward her. Karen reached up and grabbed his leg as he came within her reach, sliding her hand up to his cock. As she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, Hank moved around to take my place. Karen quickly released Alistair’s stiff and straining cock, which looked to be an amazing ten inches long.
“My God!” Karen breathed. “Look at this! Why didn’t I fuck this last time?” Her last words were muffled as she took his pole into her mouth, just as Hank slid his rock-hard cock into her from behind.
I stood there and watched the most beautiful woman I know fucking two guys at once. It didn’t take long for Hank to come into her pussy, after which Alistair left her mouth to take his turn. He kissed her deeply as he pounded into her cunt. Karen cried out in orgasm several times before he finally shot inside her.
For the next hour or so there were no more pictures, as we all fucked my wife in every possible orifice and every possible position. None of us was able to get enough, including Karen. Even after we were finally spent, and Alistair, Hank and I started to get dressed, we asked Karen to stay nude for us, just so we could keep looking at her perfect body a little while longer.
Eventually, Karen and I had to leave. As we headed for the door, Karen, with a twinkle in her eye, asked, “When will those pictures be ready, Alistair? I’d like to come back with my husband to pick them up, and I hope you and Hank will both be here to review them with us. It will surely be a ton of fun!”
I didn’t think there was much doubt of that.—F.P., Albany, New York
My wife was away on a business trip, and my good friend Larry had invited me to his house for dinner. Judy and I had been friends with Larry and his wife Erin for a few years. We had vacationed together and spent many a drunken night in a hot tub—but always with bathing suits on. Nothing had ever happened, although I would have loved it if it had, because. Erin was hot. She was about five feet four and very athletic-looking, with long red hair, and she had huge breasts that looked even larger than they were on her small tight frame. I had often dreamed of kissing those gorgeous tits, but had never had the nerve to even suggest anything like that.
I drove over to their house on my Harley and arrived at around eight o’clock. It was nearly dark, and Erin already had the grill going. She looked great. She was wearing a very low-cut, loose-fitting white spaghetti-strap top and very short tan shorts. The shorts showed off her gorgeous legs, and the shirt showed so much cleavage that my knees felt weak.
After dinner we sat out on the patio and enjoyed the evening and a few beers. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could swear that Erin was bending over more than necessary, allowing me a very nice view of her tits under her loose shirt. Later I noticed her absently rubbing the bottom of her cold beer bottle up and down her chest. I watched as the droplets of water ran down and between those beautiful tits. I still had a nice buzz going, and watching her made me even hornier.
We sat there drinking for an hour or so, until Erin suggested we move inside and get the party started. We went into their game room, and immediately Erin challenged me to a game of darts on the electronic dart board. She turned on some music and we played. She beat me in short order, and then proceeded to beat Larry as well. She continued to win consistently as we all continued to drink beer after beer.
After a while Larry suggested that the reason we couldn’t win was because we were just playing for fun, and that a real man needed something to play for to make it interesting. He went to the bar and pulled out a bottle of bourbon and a shot glass, then declared that the loser of each game had to drink a shot. Winking at me, he said that if we could get Erin drunk, we might have a shot at winning. He then added, in a mock whisper, that the drunker she got, the hornier she got too. Erin just laughed, but she agreed to the new rules, commenting that she could beat us whether she was drunk or not.
But her confidence waned a bit as Larry beat her in the next game. She went to the bar and downed the shot without hesitation. Larry beat me quickly, and then beat Erin again, each of us drinking our shots. By now I was really buzzing, and it appeared that Erin was as well. She started dancing and swaying to the music.
Larry now seemed unbeatable. The next time he beat Erin she went over to the bar and picked up the shot glass, but then she hesitated, saying that she was getting pretty drunk and didn’t think it was a good idea to keep up this pace. Larry told her that a bet was a bet. Erin said she was afraid she would get sick if she didn’t slow down, and then asked if there wasn’t something else she could do that would satisfy us.
Well, I could think of a few things, but of course I didn’t say so. But it was as though Larry had read my mind. He grinned at her and said maybe she could take an article of clothing off, rather than take a drink. He then asked me if I thought that would be okay, and I quickly said that it definitely would. Erin grinned at both of us and asked, “Are you two trying to get me naked?”
Feeling bolder now in light of what seemed to be going on, I replied, “Damn straight! I love looking at naked women!” I looked over at Larry to see his reaction to my comment, but he just smiled and nodded.
“Yeah, well I like to look at naked men too,” Erin said. “So if you guys want me to strip, you have to do the same when you lose.” Larry and I looked at each other and shrugged, then quickly agreed. Erin just stood there for a moment, then grabbed the bottom of her blouse and began slowly pulling it up. Just as she pulled it high enough to expose the bottom of her huge tits, she let it fall back into place. Laughing at our disappointed expressions, she began to unbutton her shorts. She got them open and, with a twist of her hips, let them drop to the floor. Still laughing, she told us we’d have to beat her again to get her top off. I didn’t mind, as she was wearing a very small white thong that very beautifully showed off her tight round ass.
Larry beat me the next game, and I quickly pulled off my shirt. But Erin now seemed more interested in dancing than in playing darts. When Steppenwolf’s “Born to be Wild” started playing on the stereo, she rushed over and cranked up the volume, swaying wildly to the music. Then, as the song came to an end, she shouted that she wanted to do something wild. “I know!” she cried, looking at me. “I want to go for a ride on that motorcycle of yours!”
I had no idea if she was serious or not, but I took the keys from my pocket and tossed them to Larry, telling him he’d better take her, as I’d had a few too many drinks to be driving around at night. Larry quickly tossed the keys back to me, protesting that he’d had as much to drink as I had, and besides, he wasn’t used to my bike. He added that if the lady wanted to go for a ride, I should take her. I hesitated for another minute, but Erin’s eagerness and her sexy half-clad body persuaded me. With a shrug I headed outside with her and started up the bike, while Erin climbed on behind me.
Once she was settled in I adjusted my mirrors—not to reflect the traffic lanes behind me, but so that I could see Erin. As she saw what I was doing she smiled and winked at me in the mirror. I asked if she was ready, and then roared off into the night. As we turned onto the main road she pressed tight against me, and I could feel her tits mashing into my bare back. I was wearing only my pants, and all she was wearing was her skimpy top and her thong. We must have made quite a spectacle if anybody saw us.
As we rode Erin became more relaxed and loosened her grip on me. Her hands began to wonder over my belly and chest. I felt her fingers brushing over my nipples seductively. I was enjoying her touch so much that I was again getting a boner. Then her hands disappeared, and looking in my mirror I saw her pull her blouse over her head and hold it high in the air as she yelled, “Born to be wild!” I couldn’t believe she had just taken her top off, giving me a great view of her beautiful tits.
She was waving the garment above her head and shaking her breasts at me when the wind ripped it from her grasp. In the mirror I saw it flying away. Grinning wildly, I made no attempt to stop and retrieve it.
Erin saw me checking her out in the mirrors and she leaned back, putting her hands on the bar behind her and arching her back, giving me a great view of her now nearly naked body. She was putting on quite a show for me. I gunned the bike even faster in excitement.
I was watching her more than the road, and I nearly missed an upcoming intersection. I had to slam on the brakes to stop in time, and the momentum pushed her into me. Feeling those bare tits on my back was nearly more than I could stand. She must have sensed my need, as her hands again began to move over my chest and she began to kiss my neck. After a few minutes of this she let her hand fall to my crotch and began to rub my hard-on. I had to concentrate to stay on the road as she fumbled with my zipper. She unzipped my pants and opened them enough to free my now throbbing cock. Christ, she was giving me a handjob as we rode!
This was unbelievable! It was a dream come true. She had me worked nearly into a frenzy, and at first I looked around for a place to park so I could throw her on the ground and fuck her brains out. But it was a well-lighted residential area, and all I could think of do was turn around and head back to the house.
As I pulled into the driveway Larry came out the door. He did a double take when he saw Erin step off the bike topless. But he just smiled and asked her what had happened to her shirt. Smiling back at him, she simply said it blew off. It was then I realized that my zipper was down and my still stiff cock was sticking out of my pants. I quickly turned away and tucked it back, and if Larry noticed, he didn’t say anything.
When we got inside Larry picked up the darts again, saying that we should finish the game we had started. “No,” Erin said. “Screw that. What I want is for the two of you to take me upstairs and fuck me!”
I was stunned. I hadn’t known exactly where all this was going, but I hadn’t expected it to go this far. The thought of my wife flashed through my mind, but when I looked again at Erin’s naked body I decided to go for it. What the hell, I’d find a way to let Judy screw Larry if she wanted to, but I wanted to fuck Erin now!
“Well, God knows I’m ready for that!” I said finally. “If it’s okay with Larry.”
Obviously it was, as he was already leading his wife toward the stairs, and beckoning for me to follow.
In the bedroom Erin lit some candles, then took off her thong and lay down seductively in the middle of the big bed. Larry and I finished stripping too. Already hard as rock, I lay down on one side of her while Larry took the other. I waited for him to take the lead, and when he began to slide his hand over her body, I did the same. She moaned with pleasure as our hands roamed over her. I had slipped my fingers between her legs an was vigorously playing with her wet pussy when she finally asked if we were going to fuck her or not.
I didn’t need any more invitation than that. I glanced at Larry, and he told me to go ahead, so I mounted her and started pounding her for all I was worth, while Larry was watched the action from his position at her side. After all the excitement of the past few hours I didn’t last long, but shot my load in short order. I then rolled off to give Larry his turn, but Erin got onto all fours and began licking and sucking my limp member as Larry pounded her from behind.
It wasn’t long before I was hard again, and Erin then said she wanted us both inside her. She lay down on her side, and Larry began fingering her ass as I took my position in front of her. I slipped into her dripping pussy, and a minute later Larry began to slowly work himself into her asshole. Soon we were both fucking her as she screamed with pleasure.
Larry shot his load inside her before I was done, and he stayed in her for a few minutes as I continued my slow pumping. When he finally pulled out I rolled her onto her back so I could attack her tits more aggressively. This time I was had more staying power, and I kept going until I she came, bucking and twisting beneath me. Then I shot into her and rolled off. I lay there in ecstasy for a few minutes, and then drifted off to sleep. I heard her and Larry going at it again as drowsiness enveloped me.
I woke up the next morning to find Erin straddling my body and smiling down at me as she slid herself onto my morning hard-on. Then she began to ride me, her huge tits swaying and bouncing invitingly. I sucked and caressed them as she pumped herself up and down. After a few minutes Larry walked in and demanded, “Hey, what are you doing with my wife?”
Erin never missed a beat. “I’m just chopping a little morning wood, darling,” she panted. “Come on in and watch.”
Larry came in and stood there with his coffee cup in his hand, watching us fuck. That felt a little weird, but after all it wasn’t much different from last night. After a while Erin came with a groan, and I shot my load inside her. Then I headed for the shower.
After I dressed I headed down to the kitchen. Larry handed me a cup of coffee and we sat at the kitchen table. Erin was still in the shower. I wasn’t quite sure what to say, or if I should even say anything.
Larry finally broke the silence by telling me that nothing like that had ever happened before. He said Erin had often talked about her fantasy of having a threesome, and he figured that if he was going to share her with someone, it might as well be with his best friend.
He then asked me if I was going to tell Judy about what had happened. I told him I wasn’t sure yet, but that I thought it would be only fair to share her with him too, if she would do it. He said that would be great. A minute later Erin came in, and when we told her what we’d been talking about, she got very excited at the idea of all four of us getting together for a wild fuck session.
Now all I have to do is figure out how to talk Judy into it.—F.T., Denver, Colorado
A few months ago my son Walt got married, and my wife Georgette and I traveled to his fiancee’s home town to attend the wedding. It was an exciting time for us Walt was our only son, and we were very pleased he was getting married, and looking forward to welcoming his new bride into our small family.
The wedding was beautiful, and the reception afterward turned into a pretty good party. Walt’s best man, Edgar, and four of the ushers were all frat brothers of his from college, and were a pretty rowdy bunch. As the evening progressed and the booze flowed, things started to get pretty loud and drunken. I was feeling pretty good, and Georgette looked a bit wobbly on her feet at times. Walt’s best man and the ushers were asking her to dance quite a bit, which was fine with me—I hate to dance, but Georgette loves to.
At one point in the evening I overheard Edgar, the best man, talking about my wife to one of the other guys. “Wow,” he said. “That has to be the sexiest older woman, I’ve seen in a long time. I wonder what it would be like to fuck her.”
“Yeah,” the other guy said. “I could just imagine the things she could teach me.”
I was surprised at this. Certainly Georgette was a beautiful woman, and she was in great shape, but she was 47 years old, whereas Edgar and the other guy were both our son’s age!
I looked at my wife, trying to see her objectively. Yes, Georgette had beautiful features, and had aged well. Her long brown hair was styled attractively. She still had a nice figure, and the dress she was wearing plunged deeply in front, showing some very eye-catching cleavage. Her legs were quite attractive and very shapely. Georgette had been born in the U.S., but her parents were both from Mexico, so she has something of an exotic Latino air about her. She does aerobics and swims at the gym several times a week, so she was in excellent shape. Like a lot of husbands, I guess I had been taking my wife’s beauty for granted. I could see that she would still appear quite attractive and sexy, even to these younger men.
By midnight the bride and groom had left, and the reception was breaking up. Georgette and I were still juiced by the excitement of the wedding, so we invited a few people up to our suite for drinks. By one o’clock everyone had left, with the exception of Edgar, three of the ushers and one other guy who had gone to school with our son. The guys and I were playing poker, and Georgette was sitting on the couch,
drinking champagne and talking to the bride’s mother on the phone about how well the wedding had gone. She had kicked off her high heels and had her nylon-clad legs stretched out in front of her on the couch. Several of the guys were openly admiring them, but Georgette seemed oblivious to their looks.
Finally the poker game got down to just Edgar and me. Edgar had just upped the ante on the hand we were playing, but I was out of cash. I had a really good hand, but I needed another thousand dollars to stay in the game. I asked Edgar if he would take an IOU, but he insisted that it was a cash game.
I don’t know what possessed me—maybe it was the alcohol—but I suddenly got an idea. I pointed over at Georgette and told Edgar that I had overheard him refer to her as the sexiest older woman he had seen in a long time, and I added that such a sexy older woman must be worth at least a thousand dollars. Edgar said he could admire her for free right now, and asked what she would do that was worth that much money. I was really carried away now, and I heard myself say, “What if I could get her to agree to fuck you if you win. Is that worth a thousand bucks?”
Edgar asked if I was serious, and I said yes. “Hell, yes!” Edgar said. “Fucking that lady is easily worth a thousand dollars.”
One of the other guys now asked how he could get in on this, and the rest of the guys asked the same thing. Edgar said he had an idea. He looked at the money the guys had in front of them and said he figured they had about another thousand all together. If they would bet all their money on him, he said, they would get to fuck Georgette too, if he won. He then asked me if Georgette would do that, and I said I could only try to talk her into it. The fact was that although she had always been a faithful wife as far as I knew, Georgette had always had a wild side to her, especially when she drank, and I suspected she had had enough champagne to allow me to appeal to that part of her now.
I called Georgette over to the table, and she kind of wobbled over and sat down in my lap. I kissed her and said I had a business proposition for her. I asked her how badly she wanted a certain diamond bracelet that she had stopped to admire every time she walked by her favorite jewelry store back home. My son likes to joke that his mother never met a piece of expensive jewelry she didn’t want. She said she wanted it very much, but with Walt getting married and all, she hadn’t been able to save enough money for it yet. I then pointed at all the money on the table. I said there was enough money in the pot to pay for that diamond bracelet. I told her I had a very good hand, and if I won I would give the money to her. Georgette got very excited at this and gave me a big hug and kiss. I then told her that there was just one small problem—I needed two thousand dollars to stay in the game, but I was out of cash. But, I said, Edgar and the other guys thought she was a very sexy woman, and would be willing to let me bet her instead of the cash, if she was willing.
Georgette asked what “betting her” meant, and I took a deep breath and said it meant that if I lost, she would have to have sex with the guys. I don’t know quite how I expected her to react, but she didn’t. She just looked around the table and then asked if she would be doing it with all of them. I said yes. I couldn’t believe how calm she was. She then said that she didn’t understand—she was old enough to be the mother of all these guys, so why would having sex with her be worth so much money to them? Edgar answered by saying that Georgette was a very beautiful and sexy lady, and he liked nothing better than making it with an attractive older woman, and the other guys felt the same.
“Okay, let me get this straight,” Georgette said to me. “If you win, I get an absolutely gorgeous diamond bracelet, and if Edgar wins, I get to have sex with five young studs, and with your permission.”
“That’s right,” I said. My cock was hard now, because of my wife’s apparent acceptance of the situation, and because I was suddenly extremely turned on by the thought of seeing her take on these eager young guys.
“Looks like a win-win to me,” Georgette said. With that she got off my lap and asked me to help her up onto the table. When I did, she knelt in the middle of the table with the pot of money between her knees. “Okay, guys, I’m in the pot,” she said. “Go ahead and play out the hand.”
The dealer asked Edgar how many cards he wanted, and he said he didn’t want any. I had four kings and a five, which was one hell of a poker hand, but I suddenly wasn’t all that anxious to win as I thought of my wife having sex with five young men. So I made a fateful decision. I asked for one card, but instead of discarding the five, I tossed away one of my kings and drew a queen. I now had a good hand, but not a great one. When the hand was played out, Edgar turned out to have four tens. I would have won with my original hand, but as it was he had won the money and my wife as well.
Edgar and the guys were all cheering and high-fiving each other. I looked at Georgette. She didn’t look unhappy, even though the diamond bracelet she had coveted was now out of the picture.
Edgar now looked at Georgette and asked if she was ready to party. Georgette, still obviously feeling all the champagne she had drunk, said “What the hell, let the party begin!” Edgar grinned and asked her to start out with a striptease. One of the guys found some music on the radio, and Georgette go to her feet in the middle of the table and started to dance.
I watched in amazement as my wife of over 25 years wriggled out of her dress and slip and began performing a table dance for her son’s former frat brothers. I grabbed my video camera and started taping the action. Georgette knelt down with her back to Edgar and asked him to unsnap her bra and remove it, which he did. The guys all cheered at the sight of her naked breasts, and I knew there was no turning back. A few minutes later Georgette was dancing completely nude, and the guys were excitedly commenting on how hot she was, and how she was even sexier than they had dreamed.
Finally Edgar lifted Georgette off the table and carried her into the bedroom, with the other guys following. I followed too, with my camera, my head swimming with the knowledge that I was about to see my wife get fucked by five strange young men.
Edgar laid her on the bed and stripped off his own clothes, then got on top of her. Georgette groaned with pleasure. I was filming again, and she looked right into the camera. “Oh yes, I can feel his cock inside me,” she moaned. “It’s going so deep inside me and it feels so good!”
As Edgar started to fuck my wife I watched her wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Georgette had always been vocal when having sex, but the moans and groans that now came out of her were louder and more lustful than any I recalled hearing in our bedroom. The groans got even louder, and she started to hump her hips aggressively against Edgar’s. And then for the first time in my life I watched my wife having an orgasm with another man’s cock in her pussy. Edgar let out a yell and buried himself all the way inside her, and I watched in fascination as he climaxed right along with her.
Edgar got up then, and his position between my wife’s naked thighs was taken by one of the others, a good-looking black guy named Hal, who was exceptionally well hung. Georgette groaned and squirmed as Hal’s big black cock entered her. He was very gentle with her, but he kept easing forward until his entire tool was buried inside her pussy. I was surprised that she was able to take the whole thing, but she did.
If Georgette had been loud when Edgar fucked her, she completely lost control with Hal. Soon she was groaning and begging him to fuck her harder with his big black cock, and to make her come, and Hal seemed only too happy to do as she asked. The only time Georgette stopped talking was when he was kissing her, and even then she continued to moan into his mouth. I watched my wife hump and grind her way through two orgasms before Hal went all stiff and started pumping a load of come inside her. Then he got up, and I saw his come dripping out of her pussy.
The next guy to mount her was named Jack, but after he entered her he rolled over onto his back with his cock still inside her, so that she was on top of him. Another guy, Dell, then got onto the bed, rubbed some hand lotion onto his cock and then pressed it between the cheeks of my wife’s ass.
This was getting even wilder than I had expected, and for a moment I thought I would have to step in and stop it, but I hesitated when I became aware that Georgette didn’t seem to have any problem with the cock sliding into her asshole. I was surprised at the ease with which she took Dell’s cock up her ass, even as Jack continued to fuck her pussy. Georgette very rarely let me fuck her in the ass, but she accepted Dell’s cock with barely a whimper, as if she did this all the time. For the first time in many years I found myself wondering if my wife had been as loyal to her marriage vows as I thought she had.
Jack and Dell went on fucking my wife front and back until Dell let out a cry and deposited a load of come deep into her asshole. When he pulled out of her ass, the fifth guy, Terry—the one who had not been part of the wedding ceremony—took his place. Georgette never even looked over her shoulder to see who the new guy was inserting his dick into her ass. About ten minutes later I was filming Jack, Georgette and Terry as they all came within a few seconds of each other, in the wildest combined orgasm I had ever seen.
For the next several hours I watched the guys fuck my wife in a number of different positions and combinations, with Georgette an ever-eager participant in the debauchery. At one point, in the wee hours of the morning, my amazing wife amazed me again by asking Edgar if he had any other friends who he thought might like to join the party!
Edgar asked me if I was okay with this, and after hesitating for a moment I shrugged and said that if Georgette was cool with it, so was I. Edgar then made a few phone calls, and soon there were six more guys in the suite. I noticed that they each handed Edgar some money before taking off their clothes and fucking my wife. Edgar was apparently selling off Georgette’s services, but after all, he had won her and she was his to do what he wanted with for the night. And again, Georgette didn’t seem to mind. In fact it seemed to turn her on even more. She was soon fucking and sucking these young men with a lustful desire and intensity I had never seen in her before. Edgar and his friends had turned my classy wife into a sweaty, horny, cock-hungry slut.
I finally went to bed around five in the morning on the couch in the living room, falling asleep to the sounds of my wife’s moans and groans as eleven young men fucked her on and on. I had given my video camera to one of the guys and asked him to tape the rest of the action for me.
By the time I woke up, around ten o’clock, the guys were gone and Georgette was lying on the bed, still naked and sound asleep. The room reeked of sex. Her breasts, stomach and thighs were coated with dried come, and more come was still dripping out of her pussy. She woke up as I looked at her, and asked me if what she thought had happened the night before had really happened, or if she had dreamed it. I told her it had happened all right, and that I had the tape to prove it. Georgette nodded and asked me if I was okay with it. I said yes. I reminded her that after all, it had originally been my idea, and I admitted that it had really turned me on to watch her having sex with all those younger men. We hugged and kissed, but had no time for anything else, since we were due to meet some friends and relatives for brunch. Georgette and I showered, got dressed and went down to the hotel restaurant.
Georgette looked liked a million bucks at brunch, and was her usual energetic and bubbly self. Nobody looking at her could tell she was running on about two hours sleep. And nobody would imagine, as she sat there looking so classy and elegant, that she still probably had the remnants of several guys’ come inside her pussy and ass.
After we had been home a few days, Georgette asked me what had happened to the tape I had made that night. I told he I had it in a safe place, and asked her if she wanted to see it. She said yes. So I got it and put it into the VCR, and my wife and I sat there watching her as she pleasured the first five guys, then another six, and then all of them at once, giving blowjobs, swallowing come, getting fucked in the pussy and the ass, individually and by two and three guys at once. We listened to her moaning and groaning and urging the guys to fuck her harder and deeper, or begging for more cock. It was so hot that we were fucking like animals before it was over.
A few months later, our son Walt and his new wife came to visit us for a few days. On the last day of their visit I came home from work early to drive them to the airport, and I was surprised to find them sitting in our living room with Edgar and Hal, of all people! Walt said he hoped we didn’t mind that he had invited his two friends over that afternoon, since his mother and I were at work. Of course he had no way of knowing that the last time I had seen these guys they had both been fucking my wife. I said hello to them and added that I hadn’t realized they were in the area. Edgar explained that his company had transferred him to our city a few weeks earlier, and his pal Hal lived in a nearby town a couple of hours away. When Walt had called them they had both jumped at the opportunity to come over and visit. I suspected that it was not Walt, but Walt’s mom they were interested in seeing.
We were having drinks when Georgette got home from work. She stopped short when she saw Edgar and Hal sitting in her living room. I noticed the two guys looking at her with lust in their eyes. Georgette was wearing a respectable business outfit, but her sexy legs and shapely figure were still in evidence. She looked rattled for a moment, but quickly pulled herself together when the situation was explained to her, and assumed the part of the gracious hostess.
When Georgette went into the kitchen to get some drinks, Edgar hopped up to help her. They were in there for several minutes before returning with the drinks, and I noticed that Georgette was blushing. When she went back into the kitchen I followed and asked her if she wanted to have sex again with Edgar and Hal. Georgette stared at me and asked if I was serious. I said that I was about to take Walt and his wife to the airport, and if she wanted to stay behind and offer Edgar and Hal some dinner—or whatever—that was fine with me.
Georgette didn’t answer right away, but a few minutes later, as we were about to leave, she said that she would say her good-byes now, as she had to stay home to make dinner. Then, very casually, she asked Edgar and Hal if they wanted to stay and eat with us before they headed home. I wasn’t surprised when they accepted.
I drove Walt and his wife to the airport, and got back home about an hour and a half later. When I walked in I didn’t see anyone, but I heard the sound of my wife moaning loudly from upstairs, and I went to investigate. In the bedroom I found Georgette naked and sandwiched between Edgar and Hal. Hal had his large black cock inside her pussy, while Edgar’s white one was in her ass, both of them giving her a good hard fucking, while she cried out in pleasure with every stroke. All three had worked up a good sweat, and looked like they’d been at it since right after I had left for the airport.
I went and got my video camera and started filming just in time to catch my wife screaming as a strong orgasm ripped through her. A few minutes later Edgar and Hal both shot their loads inside her. The two of them then spent the rest of the evening fucking my wife, with me watching and taping.
After that Georgette started fucking Edgar on a regular basis. She now spends a lot of nights and weekends at his place. Sometimes on the weekend Hal will drive over, and she will spend hours in bed with both of them.
Georgette says that my betting her in that poker game and then losing to Edgar was the best thing that ever happened to her, and she thanks me passionately for that on a regular basis. I wonder how many husbands have ever heard their wives say that!—N.C., Trenton, New Jersey
My best friend Dan and I have known each other for 20 years now, and we don’t have many secrets. We know just about everything there is to know about each other. Our girlfriends are good friends also, and we all get along great.
Last month the four of us went on a vacation trip together to a beach resort. Dan, my girlfriend Lily and I were all booked for a flight on a Friday morning. Dan’s girl Jen had to work, but she was going to fly in to join us three days later.
It was a sunny 90 degrees when we got there, and very soon the three of us were sitting out on the deck of the house we had rented, enjoying the sun. Dan and I were drinking a lot of beer, but Lily stayed sober. She said someone needed to, to make sure nobody fell off the deck!
She was wearing a very small white bikini and had lotion all over her body, so she was shining in the sun and looking very sexy. I noticed soon that Dan was staring at her like she was fresh meat, and I have to admit that it got me excited. I asked Lily if she needed some more lotion, and she came over to me and sat between my legs. I started to rub suntan oil on her back and shoulders.
At one point I told her to move her hair off her neck and shoulders so I could get to all of her. When she did this, I untied her bikini top, exposing her tits to Dan’s gaze. I rubbed my hands down her chest, spreading the lotion all over her lovely breasts. She didn’t cover up at all she just said that she had really wanted to get an all-over tan but hadn’t been sure if I would mind her being naked in front of Dan. I said it was fine with me, and almost before I had finished saying it, she was taking off her bottom also.
She winked at Dan and asked me if it was okay if he put some lotion on her smoothly shaved pussy area. I looked at Dan, then shrugged my shoulders and told him to help himself.
Dan took his time rubbing her crotch. I saw by the bulge in his shorts that he had a big boner, and I knew Lily could see it too. He sat back down, and we continued to drink while Lily lay there naked, enjoying the sun. Once, she turned over and asked Dan to put some lotion on her ass, which he did happily.
We stayed out there for three or four hours before taking a break and heading inside. Lily went to take a shower, and Dan and I continued to drink. When Lily came out, she was wearing nothing but a towel on her head. Smiling at us, she said she was really glad she could walk around naked and not have to worry about anyone saying anything.
Dan and I looked at each other, and I shrugged again, as if to say, Let’s try it and see what happens. I got up and approached Lily from the front, and Dan moved behind her. Both of us put our hands on her.
She just stood there, looking at me with an expression that said clearly, Okay, but what gets started gets finished. I nodded to show her that I understood.
With that, she turned around and started kissing Dan and feeling his cock through his shorts. Then she pulled the shorts down and stroked him slowly until he was hard as a rock. She said she’d never seen a cock that fat. When she bent down to take him in her mouth, I crouched down behind her and spread her ass cheeks to get to her cunt. Once I started to lick her, she began to moan very softly around Dan’s cock while she sucked it.
I licked her cunt and her clit, then slid my tongue back to her asshole, knowing how she loves that. While I was at her ass, I saw her working her mouth up and down on Dan’s dick. It didn’t take her long to get him to blow a full load in her mouth. She let most of it run down her chin, not being one to swallow much.
She continued to stroke him, sucking every drop of his fat cock and then licking it clean. She was moaning louder now, as I continued to lap her cunt and ass. Finally she let out a loud scream and her whole body shook with one of the most violent orgasms I had ever seen her have.
At this point I decided it was best to let Lily make all the moves. I was delighted when she turned around and knelt down in front of me. My cock isn’t as fat as Dan’s, but it’s a good inch or two longer. She took it in her mouth and licked the shaft awhile, then released it long enough to turn her head around and ask Dan to fuck her doggie-style.
He was already getting hard again, and she parted her legs, waiting for him to enter her. He got down behind her and rubbed his fat cockhead up and down her slit, then pushed in her. She took my cock back in her mouth and began to suck me in rhythm with Dan’s strokes as he fucked her with a smooth, even pace.
Lily has always made me happy with her oral skills, and this time was no different. When I came, she took my full load in her mouth, then let it ooze out of her lips, as she had with Dan’s.
She was feeling really proud now, having made both of us come in her mouth, and was ready to try a double penetration. She had Dan move onto the bed and lie on his back. Then she climbed on top of him and guided his cock in her cunt. I was still limp, but she soon stroked and licked me back to life. Then she bent down with her tits right in Dan’s face and told me to fuck her ass.
She was already loose and ready to go, and I had little trouble getting in her asshole. She had liked it when we did it before, and now she had a very enjoyable orgasm from it. Dan was letting her set the pace, and she soon had him ready to explode again. I felt her muscles tighten as she squeezed his spasming cock. It made me blast her asshole with my load.
Lily went to shower again, and Dan and I had a few more beers. When she came out, she asked Dan if he was going to share Jen with me when she arrived. He said that if Jen was open to it, he would let it happen. Lily smiled and said that if not, maybe we could show her how it’s done. —L.V., Amarillo, Texas
I am a member of an organization made up of wealthy and successful men. We have social gatherings several times a year, to which the men are encouraged to bring their wives. Many of them are “trophy wives,” young and beautiful women attracted to older men of wealth and influence.
At our last meeting, one member showed up with his young wife Clea. She is very tall, maybe six feet, and very attractive, with big eyes, an engaging smile, short wavy brown hair and long beautiful legs, which she shows off in short skirts and tight brief dresses that also show off her perfect ass.
It appeared that Al, her husband, enjoyed showing off his wife. One evening a group of us were on our way to a private dinner, riding in a crowded limousine. Clea’s legs were on display as she sat on her husband’s lap. I looked at them and saw Al’s hand pulling up her skirt! My eyes darted to his, which looked steadily back at me. When my gaze fell to Clea’s legs again, he again tugged the bottom of her skirt up.
All conversation stopped as the others became aware of what was happening. By the time we got to our destination, Clea’s skirt was at her crotch. We all watched her as she got out.
During predinner cocktails I sidled up to Al and said, “You’re a lucky man.” Clea was across the room, towering over a group of men vying for her attention.
“Yes, I am,” he said.
“Clea is so pretty, and has such fine long legs,” I said.
He startled me by saying with a grin, “Longer than any hooker in town.”
We clinked glasses, and I decided to take a risk. “Well, I’d pay to do her,” I joked.
Al looked squarely at me and said, “How much?”
This floored me. Without thinking, I gave the first figure that came into my head. “Five hundred bucks,” I said.
“All right,” Al said. “She’ll be at your room at midnight. Have the five hundred in cash.” He clinked my glass again and walked off.
I didn’t get to talk to him again during dinner, or to Clea either. On the limo ride back to the hotel, she again showed a lot of leg, and she smiled at me each time my eyes met hers.
Sure enough, precisely at midnight there was a knock on my door. Clea was in the same dress, but now she wore a garter belt and black seamed stockings. I saw the tops of her stockings below the short skirt. Her makeup was heavier too, her lips very red. I ushered her in.
Right away she said, “Al sent me over here to collect the five hundred dollars.”
“Do you know what you have to do to earn it?” I asked her.
“Suck and fuck,” she said with a grin, “suck and fuck.”
“Good,” I said. “Take off your dress.”
“Oh, right to work!” she said as she removed the dress. Then she sauntered over to me. “Where’s the money?” she asked as she started playing with my hair and wagging her tits at me. I reached in my shirt pocket and took out a wad of twenties. I counted out ten and put five in the top of each of her stockings.
“Kinky,” she said.
I put more bills in her black bra, her black garter belt and black panties. Then I put five bills in each of her hands and told her I would double whatever money she could hold onto without letting go. She grinned.
“Will you double anything I can shake off or fuck off and pick up with my hands and hold onto?” she asked.
“Creative and kinky,” I said. “Why not?”
With that, we embraced and kissed passionately.
“Do you do this often, Clea?” I asked as I pawed her magnificent body.
“No, not really,” she said. “Just once in a while. Usually Al gives me away for free. I belong to him, you see.”
“You belong to him?” I said.
“Yes, he’s my master,” she said simply. “I’m his loving slave. My happiness comes from doing what he wants.”
“Have you fucked any other members of the organization?” I asked.
“Only a few,” she said. “Al is very picky and careful. But I’ve helped inaugurate a few of the club presidents.”
“Do you keep the money,” I said, “or do you give it to Al?” Hey, I was curious.
“Sometimes he keeps it sometimes he has me keep it,” she said. “Al doesn’t really care about the money as such. He has plenty of money. He just likes to think of me acting like a whore. He likes to call me his little whore. It makes him happy. That makes me happy too.”
“Would you object if I called you my whore?” I asked. “You know, while we’re fucking and things.”
“I don’t see how I could object, really,” Clea said with a smile. “I mean, that’s what I am, since I’m going to be fucking you for money. But don’t you think we should stop talking now and do what we’re here to do?”
I had to agree with her. My cock was hard as a rock. I bent her over and moved her black lace panties to the side. Some of the money fell out, and she picked it up. I slipped my dick up her cunt to let her feel what it was like, and to let me feel what her velvet pussy felt like. It felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.
After I fucked her for a while, I sat down in front of the mirror and had her suck my cock. She could see her reflection in the mirror, clad in her black lingerie, with all the money in her clothes and in her hands. When I felt myself close to coming in her mouth, I pulled out and told her to take off her panties. More money fell out as she did. She picked it up, her hands now barely able to hold onto all the bills.
I lay down on the floor on my back, stroking my hard cock. “Okay,” I said, “screw that sweet cunt down around my hard-on. But don’t let go of that money!”
Clea straddled my body and lowered herself slowly. She managed to manipulate my dick with her closed fists so that it lined up with her pussy, and from there she had no trouble impaling herself on my engorged member. All the way!
A little belatedly, I asked Clea if Al wouldn’t have preferred her to use a condom. She shook her head, saying she was on the pill, and Al wanted to be able to lap a load of fresh come out of her when she got back.
“Well, we can’t disappoint him, can we?” I said. “Go ahead and fuck me, baby.”
I let her do it, watching her pump up and down, her breasts bouncing and swaying. But in a few minutes I rolled us over so that I was on top, and proceeded to take my pleasure on my tall whore’s body.
I fucked her at my pace, doing it the way I wanted to. I sucked on her neck so that her husband would see that I had left my mark on her. She rubbed my back with those long, long legs, and fucked me with a delicious abandon that all too soon had my come bursting out of my cock so violently that I very nearly passed out.
When I regained my senses, Clea was sucking my spent cock and looking lovingly in my eyes. I asked her for her room number, and when she gave it to me, I called the number and got Al on the line. I put him on speaker phone so both of us could hear him.
“Thanks so much for renting me your wife, Al,” I said. “She’s the best whore I ever had, and I’ve had a few.”
“Glad to hear it,” Al said. Then he asked Clea, “Was it good, slave?”
“Yes, master,” she said.
“Were you a good whore?”
“Oh yes, master, you’d have been proud of me.”
“Do you have the deposits?” he said.
“Yes, she does, Al,” I piped up. “”She’s got all the money, and I’ve left a little present for you in her twat.”
I heard him moan softly.
“I’m going to send her back to you, wet and dripping, right now,” I said. “But listen, Al, how much would you charge for her to come back here around six in the morning, totally naked and all lotioned up, for me to fuck in the ass?”
There was a long pause. Then Al said, “What do you think, slave?”
“I will always do whatever you say, master,” she said.
“A thousand dollars,” Al said matter-of-factly.
I moistened my middle finger in Clea’s wet pussy, then slipped it slowly in her asshole. She gasped.
“How about five hundred?” I said. When Al didn’t reply right away, I added, “And you get to listen to the whole thing on speaker phone.”
“Deal,” he said.
So Clea went back to Al with my come in her cunt for his present. I managed to get some sleep, but at exactly six in the morning my phone rang. It was Al. “Clea is leaving now,” he said. “Be ready to let her in.”
I opened my door and looked down the hall. In a minute Clea got off the elevator, wrapped in an overcoat. As she walked down the hall toward my room, she opened the coat and flashed me. She was totally naked underneath, with nothing on but her diamond earrings and her wedding ring. As she got closer, she took off the coat and walked the last few steps down the hall naked.
I let her dial Al’s room before we started. Her asshole was already well-greased. I put some couch cushions on the floor and had her kneel and bend forward with her knees and shoulders resting on the cushions.
I described what was happening in detail to Al. He sounded excited, but told Clea to be sure and collect the money. I counted it out right next to her face, then rolled the bills into a small cylinder, which I worked into her cunt. Then I had her tell Al about it.
That gave him a good laugh. He told Clea, “Tell him about the Coke bottle, slave.”
“Oh, Al,” she said. “He’s not interested in that.”
“Yes, I am,” I said. “Tell me about it.”
She made a face. “When I was in college, a group of boys at a party got me to let them shake up a Coke bottle and put the end of it up my pussy. When the carbonation went away it got stuck. Really stuck. They finally had to call the fire department. They drilled a hole in the bottom of the bottle to relieve the vacuum. The guys had paid me 20 dollars to let them do it, and the story got around the school. After that, I was propositioned almost every day. I made a lot of money.”
“When did you start making money for Al?” I asked. I was enjoying this conversation, with Clea’s naked butt waving in the air, and the money up her cunt.
“It was ten years ago, on the night we got married,” she said. “He had me pick up a guy in the hotel bar. So on my wedding night I was fucked by a guy who paid for my pussy before I was fucked by my own groom.”
“I wanted her to know,” Al chimed in, “that prostitution would be a regular part of our sex life, and that it was important to me. And she went right along with it. She really loves to give herself to strangers for my benefit, don’t you, slave?”
“You know I do, master,” Clea said.
“All right,” Al said. “Now reach back with your hands and spread your ass cheeks, and tell your latest john to fuck your ass.”
She reached back and pulled her gorgeous buttocks apart, showing me her winking asshole. “Please, sir,” she said to me, “please fuck my ass.”
I did so slowly, working my way inch by inch into her tight back passage while she moaned and urged me on. Al told her to describe to him exactly what was happening and how it made her feel, and she did.
I asked her if she could feel the money in her pussy, and she said yes. I reached around and found the roll of bills sticking out of her cunt, and fucked her gently with it while I fucked her ass with my cock. Clea told Al that I was doing this, and then she came, yelling and spasming in orgasm. A minute later, with her ass twisting against me, I came also. I’m pretty sure Al did too! —R.T., Lexington, Kentucky