My wife Joan and I have been married for a little over 28 years. Neither one of us had ever been with anyone else until about three months ago, when we met Kevin, who became a “friend with benefits.”
Kevin is about 28 and very well built, with a thick nine-inch dick. Joan and I both benefit from him, as he fucks my wife’s brains out about two or three times a month, and I get to watch.
Last month I celebrated my 53rd birthday. On that day Joan took me shopping. She bought a short black see-through nightie and a pair of very high heels. Then she had her nails done. After that we picked up a couple of orders to go at a very nice restaurant.
When got home Joan told me to set the table while she changed. I set it with candles and wine, as she’d specified. After a while she came out in her new outfit. Her hair and makeup was perfect, and she looked so great that I was hard already. Then she told me to strip down to my boxers.
“Do you mean Kevin’s coming?” I asked, as that was all I wore when he was there.
I am 33 years old, married to a wonderful husband, and have two beautiful kids. Last month Fred, my husband, turned 35, and we went out to celebrate his birthday. I wore a tight black skirt, a red blouse unbuttoned halfway down to show my cleavage, stockings and heels. I must say that I looked pretty hot, a fact that my husband’s admiring glances attested to, as did those of the male patrons at the club we ended up at.
I was having a lot of fun as the evening moved along. I felt wild and horny, and I got even hornier when Fred introduced me to the handsome young bartender, whose name was Troy. When Troy got a break he asked me to dance, and I accepted.
Troy held me tightly as we danced, so tightly that I felt his hard-on press against me. Then I felt him squeeze my butt. Still caressing my ass, he suggested I let him show me around the establishment. When I told Fred that Troy was going to give me a tour, he gave me a quick nod and a knowing smile.
I had never actually met Sal, my husband’s friend from childhood, but I had no problem with Ian inviting him to stay overnight with us when he called, saying he was coming to town. I had often talked to him on the phone, so we weren’t complete strangers. And I won’t say I wasn’t more than a little interested in meeting him after Ian told me that Sal’s cock was at least twice as big as his.
My husband has a damn nice cock, nearly seven inches long and very thick, and it has given me countless hours of pleasure throughout our 19-year marriage. However, I also happen to be a cock hound, and don’t always keep my panties on when a real stud comes along. Fortunately for both of us, Ian understands about my insatiable needs, and realizes that they are purely physical and no threat to our marriage. So he is never surprised to discover that my pussy has already been drenched when he takes off my panties.
Ned and I had been married just shy of nine years when I miscarried for the third time. The doctors said no more pregnancies, and they tied my tubes before releasing me from the hospital. I was quite depressed, knowing that at the age of 26 I could never give my husband the son he wanted. Would he dump me and marry a young fertile woman who could bear his child?
Ned was very loving and understanding in the days that followed, and made love to me morning and night. For seven weeks I was completely faithful to him, and he knew it. He had always understood my overactive sex drive, and from the beginning of our marriage all he asked was that I be open and honest with him. In fact he always loved to hear the naughty details of my affairs.
I was 24 when I began having problems with birth control pills, so I was taken off them and my husband and I relied on a diaphragm. I’d had two miscarriages and had been told it could be risky if I were to become pregnant again, so I was very careful to protect myself anytime I had sex.
I’ve never been a model wife, and didn’t think twice about screwing around with some good-looking guy when I was on the Pill, but using the diaphragm really curtailed my extramarital activities. But I still saw Ike, who was older, divorced and very discreet, as well as being great in the sack. I stabled a horse at Ike’s place outside of town, so it was easy for us to get together.
One day I went out there to care for my horse when Ike was supposed to be out of town. I had just left work and was still wearing a dress and heels. Ike was home, however, and he scared the devil out of me when he came up behind me and ran his hands up under my dress to grab my ass as I was bending over a grain box.
My husband Curt and I decided to take a vacation trip up north for a week, and we started out in my Corvette after lunch on Friday. It was a beautiful day, so we put the top down. We hadn’t gotten away together in some time, and I had a ball teasing Curt as he drove, allowing the breeze to blow the skirt of my sundress up over my thighs, revealing the fact that I’d neglected to wear panties. I think what excited him most was when we passed a truck or a high pickup, as the drivers could easily see down onto our low-riding car.
We arrived at our rented cabin around six o’clock, and as soon as we got inside Curt quickly had me stripped naked and was fucking me on a soft rug in front of the fireplace. I love my husband dearly, and enjoy nothing more than having his large thick cock plowing away in my pussy, giving us both the most exquisite pleasure. My little display on the way up had really gotten to him, and you would have thought we hadn’t done it in months from the passionate way he fucked me, whereas in truth we had done it twice the previous night and once that morning. Curt is a horny fucker, and I give him all he wants.
Our friends Andy and Will invited my wife Mary and me over to play poker. Mary told me she didn’t want to play poker, but that she would be our waitress while we played.
“I don’t know,” I told her. “When those guys start drinking they might get rowdy and start feeling up your ass and breasts.”
“I don’t care,” Mary replied. “I might like being touched by strange hands for a change.”
“What if you get hot and horny?” I asked.
“I’ll do a striptease, and then I’ll fuck both of those guys.”
I didn’t know if she was kidding, but I decided to find out.
Once we got to Andy’s house Mary changed into a light blue nightie that she had brought with her. It hardly covered her butt, and she wore no panties. The neckline showed most of her titties. As she served us drinks, Harry and Will started lifting her nightie and kissing her ass. As they drank more, she would bend over and let them see her naked behind. Then they started touching her cunt and tasting their fingers. When she asked them how she tasted, they told her they loved it.
I guess my friend Lew and my wife Ann were too engrossed in one another to hear me as I drove up to our cabin in the woods, where we had gone to spend a few days fishing on the lake. I froze as I approached the door, for through a nearby window I could see the two of them locked in a passionate embrace in the middle of the kitchen.
Ann’s blouse was pushed up above her breasts, her bra loosened and dangling, and I could see Lew’s right hand fondling those full soft tits I knew so well. They kissed feverishly for several minutes, his hand moving from breast to breast before it slid lower. I saw him quickly release the catch on the side of her shorts, then unzip them, and seconds later he was easing his hand down inside.
I knew exactly what he was feeling having done that very thing thousands of times over the 17 years Ann and I had been married. He moved his hand very slowly down over her smooth firm tummy and then paused, and I knew his fingers were now combing through her crisp, curly pubic hair. Moments later I saw her spread her legs, allowing him easier access to the slippery folds between her thighs.
My wife Sally and I decided to take a long getaway weekend in the big city, and we invited our friends Don and Erin to come with us. We had known them for several years, and we had always gotten along well.
On our first night we took the two of them to our favorite restaurant, and after a delicious meal we decided to walk the mile or so back to our hotel, which gave us the chance to stop at a few places for drinks along the way.
After reaching our hotel, the four of us went straight to the bar. We ordered a round of drinks, but Erin soon said she was tired, and decided to head back to their room and go to bed. Since we were all enjoying ourselves, she told Don to stay and have a good time. Don said he would take her up to the room and then come back to us.
When Don was gone Sally started telling me how attractive she thought he was, and what a gentleman he was to walk his wife back to their room. I could see that she was feeling the effects of the drinks, but I had to agree with her that Don was quite an attractive man.
Don soon rejoined us, and reported that Erin was fast asleep. The three of us had several more rounds of drinks and had a good time. I noticed that Sally moved closer and closer to Don as the night went on, and smiled at him a lot. I enjoyed watching her, and even found it arousing to see her openly flirting with another man in front of me.
Around midnight Sally announced that she thought it was time to head back to the room. For some reason I had developed the ‘munchies,’ and was not yet ready to leave the bar. When I said I wanted another drink and maybe a snack, Don said he was kind of tired too, and volunteered to walk Sally back to our room before proceeding on to his own.
When they were gone I ordered myself another cocktail and an order of chicken wings. I took my time with them, and when I finished I paid the bill and headed for the elevators.
When I used my key to open the door of our room, I found that the chain lock was in place, and I had to wait for Don to allow me to enter by taking the chain off the door. I was surprised to find him there, and of course I wondered why they had chained the door. But they were both dressed, and at first look everything seemed perfectly normal.
Sally then explained to me that she had invited Don in for a drink before he went back to his room. She was sitting on the edge of the king-size bed. Her dress was hiked up a little, and her legs were crossed, and I suspected that she had probably been showing off her very shapely legs to Don. Then, as I looked at them, it struck me that she was no longer wearing pantyhose. I was certain she had been wearing pantyhose earlier in the evening. Why, I wondered, would she have taken her pantyhose off with Don right there?
As I looked at her, Sally began to fidget a bit, as though she were uncomfortable, but she kept her legs crossed. But as she shifted a little on the bed, I caught sight of something shining on the inside of her thigh. Something wet, and white, and gooey.
Suddenly it all began to make sense to me. I couldn’t believe it at first, but I knew it was true. The two of them had been fucking. They had obviously finished just as I reached the room, and my wife was keeping her legs crossed to keep his come from spilling out of her and making a mess for me to see.
Don must have realized what I was seeing, and that I knew what had happened, for he suddenly said he had to get back to Erin, and made a quick and rather awkward exit.
I wasn’t sure how to react. On the one hand, the idea of my sexy wife getting well fucked by Don excited me beyond description. On the other, I thought I should probably be jealous and indignant. But my dilemma was suddenly solved for me by my wife herself.
Sally had always enjoyed treating me as her toy when we had sex. She liked to take control and to have me do her bidding. Often she would tell me stories about men she had enjoyed sexually before we were married. Even though I was never sure if the stories were true, they always excite me, and I loved how she took charge sexually in our relationship. But now she took it a step further.
“All right,” she said boldly, uncrossing her legs. “I see that you have noticed that Don and I were busy while you wasted your time in the bar.” With that she spread her shapely legs apart and gave to me an order. “Now you need to clean up the come that he just unloaded inside me. It’s spilling out of my pussy, and you need to lick it up,” she said.
I was shocked. Sally had spoken to me in some blunt terms while we were alone in bed, but now she was ordering me to lick another man’s come out of her well-fucked pussy. She had been embarrassed at first, but now she seemed happy to let me know that she had been fucked by another man, and had obviously enjoyed it.
Her skirt hiked up further as she spread her legs apart for me, and I now had a clear view of her clean-shaven pussy. It looked delicious as it glistened with Don’s gooey come, which had spread everywhere. The insides of her thighs, as well as her crotch, were coated in come. With little hesitation, I knelt between her legs and did as she ordered me to do. I pushed my face between her gooey thighs until my hungry tongue reached her pussy.
Sally had often made me lick my own come out of her after we had sex, but tasting another man’s jism was a first for me. I felt completely in her control as I obeyed her. It excited me to be told to clean up the mess that my friend had made. Don had really unloaded inside her, and there was plenty of jism to taste.
As I worked on her I pushed her dress up above her pussy, then reached around to grasp her ass and pull her firmly to my face and tongue. Sally began to moan loudly and push herself against my face. “If you do a good job cleaning me up, I may let you fuck me too,” she gasped out.
As I continued cleaning her thighs and pussy with my lips and tongue, Sally began telling me what had taken place between her and Don. As she did so I could sense that it aroused her to be telling me the story, and my cock, which was already rock-hard, got even stiffer.
Don had walked her to the door of our room and she had suggested he come inside for a drink. No sooner had she closed the door, than he had pulled her to him and begun kissing her deeply as his hands grasped her ass. She returned his kiss eagerly, wanting him as badly as he wanted her. Within moments he had pushed his hand up under her skirt and was rubbing her ass and pussy. She felt his hard cock pressing against her stomach.
Then Don had pushed her back onto the bed and pulled her pantyhose off her. Sally never wears panties under her pantyhose, and his hand quickly began stroking her aroused pussy while a couple of his fingers slid easily inside her. For several minutes she enjoyed his finger-fucking as his free hand moved to massage her tits. Then she reached to unfasten his pants. He stood in front of her as she pulled them down. His rock-hard cock was even larger than she had imagined as it sprang out at her. Much bigger than mine, she told me.
Quickly he pushed her legs apart and began rubbing his cock up and down over her dripping pussy. She wanted him to fuck her more than any man she had ever had. She was practically whimpering as she begged him to push that big cock inside her.
When he did so she screamed out, thrilled with the sensation of his cock filling her pussy much more completely than I had ever been able to do. He fucked her hard, and she came several times with him deep inside her. She could not even remember how many times she had orgasmed before, with one deep push, he filled her full of his warm come.
He had no sooner pulled out of her than they heard my key in the door. He had managed to zip up his pants before letting me in, but Sally had had no time to clean herself up.
After telling me this story, my wife ordered me to fuck her. My cock easily slid into her well stretched pussy, and I began to fuck her as hard as I could. In no time at all I had added a second load to whatever remnants of Don’s come my tongue had left inside her.
Afterwards we collapsed on the bed and fell quickly asleep. During the night we twice woke up and fucked again, and each time she would tell me how much bigger Don’s cock was than I mine, and how fabulously he had fucked her. I had the feeling that this was the beginning of a whole new life.
—Name and address withheld
My husband Craig and I were driving up to Canada for a vacation when we stopped in a small town to have a beer at the local bar. It was mid-afternoon, and there were just three other patrons sitting at the far end of the bar. The bartender was a good-looking guy in his mid-20s, which made him about decade younger than me. He had dark, flirty eyes, and I noticed him using those eyes on me when he thought Craig wasn’t looking.
My husband, however, was quite used to having strangers hit on his wife, and would have had no objection to my flirting back, or even going further if I was attracted to the guy. He knows I sometimes like to enjoy a totally zipless fuck with a complete stranger, and it turns him on as well, especially because I am usually still hot as a pistol afterwards, when I return to his arms.
After a few sips of beer I made my way to the ladies’ room, feeling the bartender’s eyes following me all the way. I was wearing white cotton shorts and a scoop-necked white crop top, and once in the bathroom I pulled off the top and slipped out of my bra, just for the hell of it, then put the top on again. I rarely go braless, but I enjoy the way my tits bounce when I do, and so do most men.
When I came out, sure enough, the three guys at the bar checked me out good as I went back to my stool, and so did the bartender, not to mention my husband. He placed a hand on my thigh, giving it an affectionate squeeze as he whispered, “Having trouble breathing, are we?” referring to my lack of a bra, which was obvious not only because of the bounce, but because of the way my prominent nipples were now straining against the material of my top.
“No, honey,” I whispered back. “I’m just getting a little hot.”
Craig caught my meaning right away. He smiled at me. “Well, we’re in no hurry, are we?” he said. “Tell you what. I think I’ll get a room at that motel next door, so I can take a little nap. I’ll tell the clerk you’ll be coming by later to pick up a key.” He stood up, gave me a brief kiss and a wink, and left the bar.
The bartender, seeing him leave, wasted no time. He moved down the bar to me and told me his name was Tom, then asked me mine. “My name is Louise,” I told him, “but my husband calls me Hot Stuff.”
He grinned. “Delighted to meet you, Hot Stuff. Tell me, where did your husband go?”
I explained that Craig was exhausted and had gone to get a room and take a nap. Tom grinned again. “I can only guess why he’s so worn out,” he said. “And believe me, I envy him.”
“Well, maybe you don’t have to,” I said.
With that his eyes dropped boldly to my tits. “You know,” he murmured, “my relief comes on in ten minutes, and I know a beautiful out-of-the-way spot not far from here, if you’d like to see it.”
“I love beautiful scenery,” I replied, and 20 minutes later he was leading me out the back door, while the three guys at the bar stared after us, knowing as well as I did that we were going somewhere to fuck.
Tom’s truck was high off the ground, but he boosted me up into the seat, copping a good feel of my ass as he did. He drove up a narrow trail that started right behind the bar and led after a few miles to a point that overlooked a beautiful lake nestled in the valley below.
When I scooted forward on the seat to get a better look, Tom slid over to reach around me and cup both my breasts as he kissed the back of my neck. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on these since you walked into the bar,” he whispered. “And they feel even better than I imagined.” Before I knew it he had whisked my top off and pressed me back against the seat to bury his face in my boobs, kissing and sucking my large nipples like a starving baby. After a few minutes he pulled back to look into my eyes, saying, “Tell me what you have in those little shorts, Hot Stuff.”
I grinned at him. “If you don’t know, we’re wasting our time up here,” I told him. “I’ll tell you what—you get naked and I’ll take off my shorts and panties, and we can get down to what we came up here for.”
Tom was quick to peel out of his clothes, revealing a lovely erection about six and a half inches long and at least six inches in circumference. I skinned down my shorts and panties, tossing them on the dash, then took off my tennis shoes before lying down across the seat. I placed my right foot against the steering column and hooked the left over the back of the seat, giving him total access to my dripping cunt. He scrambled around to position himself between my open legs, lowering himself as I guided his meaty cock to the slippery entrance of my cunt. He didn’t pause for a second, but started fucking me as if it was his first—and last—piece of ass.
He lasted about two minutes before he let out a growl as his cock throbbed and shot spurt after spurt of come into my clasping cunt. It was quick, but I had no trouble arousing him again, and this time he made me come twice before he shot.
By the time we got back to town an hour and a half later, I’d been fucked five times, and had an unbelievable amount of come pumped up my cunt. Tom gave me his number and asked me to call him later if I could get away again. I told him I probably couldn’t, as I had to get myself cleaned up before my husband woke up, and then we would probably be leaving.
His semen had soaked my panties and the crotch of my shorts by the time I got to the room where Craig was anxiously waited for sloppy seconds, and he was even more excited when I told him he’d have to settle for sixths. Right then and there we decided to stay over, and he and I made love again and again throughout the night, and once more the morning.
When we finished I was really in need of a douche and a shower, but Craig asked me to wait. He then suggested that I give Tom a call and tell him that my husband was out getting the oil changed in the car. “Maybe he’d like some of my leftovers,” Craig said. “Turn about is fair play, after all.”
So I called Tom, and 15 minutes later he was at the door. I was wearing just a robe, and I let it drop to the floor as I walked over and lay down on the huge wet spot Craig and I had made in the bed. Tom took one look at my snatch and said, “You just fucked your husband, didn’t you?” With that he eagerly dropped his jeans and shorts and climbed on. Twenty minutes later he was out the door, after getting his ashes hauled twice. Craig came back just minutes later and fucked me like crazy until checkout time.
—L.F., Butte, Montana