I wasn’t too pleased when my husband Jim told me that he’d invited three of his fishing buddies from out of town to stay at our home for three days while attending a sports convention nearby. But being a loving and understanding wife, I prepared the spare bedrooms with fresh sheets and made sure there were plenty of towels in the bathrooms.
Jim helped me get things ready for dinner the afternoon our guests were to arrive, which I appreciated, and I showed my gratitude by giving him a juicy piece of ass. I thought we would have time to shower and change before the guys showed up; but we got a little carried away, and Jim had just injected his second load into my snatch when the doorbell rang. Jim was nude, while I had just pulled up my skirt and slipped off my panties for our fuck, so I was elected to answer the door.
The man who stood there introduced himself as Lewis. He was a handsome guy, about 10 years younger than me. I invited him in and offered him a beer. We sat in the living room and talked, a little awkwardly, till the bell rang again. This time Jim got it, coming in a moment later with our other two guests, who he introduced as Tom and Jason.
They were all very likeable guys and were helpful with dinner and the dishes, so I really had it easy. The evening was filled with guy talk about fishing, sports and old camping trips, and I finally left them to it and excused myself to go up to bed.
I was sleeping soundly when I became aware of Jim snuggling up behind me, pressing his naked body up against mine. His hand slipped around, finding its way to my cunt, which was matted with dried come from our earlier fuck. He wormed a finger into my pussy to find that a pool of semen had formed behind my sealed lips. He spread me open and slipped his long finger deep into my vagina, causing me to push my ass back against his fully erect cock.
He angled his cock lower, finding my puffy lips slick and receptive, and penetrated me with a single thrust, until I felt his wiry pubes against my buttocks. He slipped both hands around to clutch my breasts as he hunched back and forth, giving me a slow, sleepy fuck. Then his orgasm hit, and I could feel his cock throbbing as it delivered a seemingly endless load of come to the doorway of my womb. His limp cock was still inside me as I drifted off to sleep.
He fucked my soppy cunt again the next morning, and when I went down to start breakfast Lewis was there in the kitchen, drinking coffee. I was wearing only a short robe and panties, and I saw that Lewis couldn’t keep his eyes off my bouncing 34Cs as I moved about setting the table. I didn’t mind a bit, and I didn’t bother to put on any more clothes before the other guys came down.
The men spent most of the day attending their sports convention, and that night I decided to put on something special for dinner. I chose a short, low-cut green cocktail dress, underneath which I wore a white lacy set of lingerie I’d recently bought at Victoria’s Secret. Jim loved it because my pink pussy lips and dark bush were visible through the very sheer panties, and the half-cup bra left my nipples exposed to anyone sneaking a peek down my bodice.
When the guys returned they all complimented me on how nice I looked, and their eyes said even more. After dinner the three of them sat on a sofa, while Jim and I sat in our recliners across from them. I noticed that they were all stealing glances at my legs when they thought I wasn’t looking, so I decided to tease them a little. I let my dress ride up my thighs, exposing my stocking tops and lacy garters, and I allowed my knees to drift slightly apart, so they could all get a peek at my nearly naked charms as we sipped our drinks and chatted.
I watched with secret glee as, one by one, each of our guests adjusted himself to try to hide his erection. Jim soon caught on to what was going on, and I knew that the thought of what might result from this was exciting to him as well as to me. A few minutes later he made it easier for me by proclaiming that he was tired and going off to bed. I wasn’t really interested in screwing Jason or Tom, but Lewis had the power to make my panties wet, so I turned my attention to him, and seeing this, the other guys went off to bed too.
When I finished my drink Lewis offered to make me another, but I said I’d already had too much, and thought I would go to bed myself. I deliberately stumbled a little when I got up, and Lewis was quick to jump up and offer to help me upstairs. I thanked him, and leaned on him a little more than necessary as we climbed the steps and he helped me into the master bedroom. I thanked him again and, turning around, asked him unzip my dress. He did so, and it fluttered to the floor around my feet as I stood with my back to him, wearing just my shoes and stockings, garter belt and mostly transparent underwear, while my husband lay on the bed not five feet away, presumably asleep.
Without saying a word Lewis dropped to his knees and lifted each of my feet, removing my heels before unsnapping the lacy garters to peel off my hose. Still pretending to be drunk, I swayed from side to side as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my tiny panties to slowly slip them down and off. I felt his hands spreading my legs apart slightly, and I felt his hot breath on the back of my thighs. He stayed that way for a full minute, and I was sure he was looking right at my pussy, just inches from his eyes. My heart was beating rapidly, and I wondered if he would be so bold as to try to take me then and there, with my husband right there beside us.
He stood up then, as his hands slid up over my thighs, over my hips and my rib cage, then around to unhook my bra, releasing my breasts from confinement. He then turned me to face the bed as he turned down the cover on my side and told me to get in. I did so, giving him a brief frontal view as he covered me up, then asked if I needed anything else. I said no, and thanked him again. And then he left, turning out the lights and closing the door behind him.
Jim, of course, hadn’t been asleep at all. He knew that after what had just happened I needed to be fucked like crazy, and he was only too happy to provide his lovely erection to quench my lust. He then told me I should be ashamed of myself for teasing poor Lewis like that, and that I should find a way to make it up to him. I assured him that I certainly intended to do my damnedest.
When I got up the next morning I picked up my discarded clothing, but I couldn’t find my panties anywhere in the room, and Jim suggested that Lewis might have taken them for a souvenir.
Over breakfast Tom and Jason kept giving Lewis and me suspicious looks, and I knew they were wondering if anything had happened the night before. Obviously Lewis was not one to strip and tell.
After the guys left I went to Lewis’s room, and sure enough, I found my missing panties under his pillow. There was a large yellowish stain of dried semen in the crotch, along with another large load that couldn’t have been more than an hour old.
Jim and Lewis returned alone that evening, telling me that Tom had had to leave because his wife had been in an accident, and Jason, who was his brother-in-law, had gone back with him. Lewis said he wanted to take us out to dinner on this last night of his stay, so I went to change.
Jim came into our room as I was putting on a set of underwear much like the one I’d worn the night before, only black. I also wore a short black cocktail dress that showed even more of my full bust than the green one had. When I finished Jim whistled and said, “It looks to me like someone is trolling for cock.”
I hugged him, saying, “Well, you said I should reward Lewis for being such a gentleman, didn’t you, honey? I’ll tell you all about it afterwards, you’ll like that.”
“I’ll make it easy for you,” Jim said. “I’ll arrange to get called in to work for an emergency, and then I’ll call later to say I’ll be gone most of the night.”
My loving husband did arrange to get a call, and then announced that he had to go to work, but urged Lewis and me to go to dinner alone. Which we did.
I made sure Lewis saw my garters and panties when I got in and out of the car; I even winked at him when I caught him looking. In the restaurant I leaned over the table several times, giving him a peek at my pink nipples as often as I could without looking like a total slut.
On the way home I said casually, “You know, Lewis, I seem to be missing a pair of very expensive panties from last evening. Would you know anything about them?”
He didn’t say anything for a while, but then he reluctantly admitted that he had taken them, so that he could inhale the rich aroma of what he called the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen, while jacking off. “The truth is,” he said, “I had a boner you could have driven nails with after undressing you. I’ve never seen such a gorgeous body, and such a perfect little cunt. It was all I could do to keep from taking you right there.”
“But you didn’t,” I said. “You were a perfect gentleman, and I think you should be rewarded.”
The answering machine was flashing when we got home, and we both listened to Jim’s message, saying that he wouldn’t be home for most of the night. When the machine clicked off we just stood there, looking into each other’s eyes.
“Have you ever cheated on your husband, Barb?” Lewis asked me after a moment.
“Yes, I have,” I told him truthfully, although I lied when I added, “Only on special occasions, though, and I wouldn’t want him to know about it.”
I moved closer to him then, close enough to lean up and kiss his lips before saying, “So tell me, Lewis, would you like to get yourself some married pussy tonight?”
“I surely would,” he replied, and we kissed again, longer this time. “Let’s go to my room this time,” he said then. “I can’t wait to strip you again.”
Upstairs, Lewis was more patient than I expected, although he quickly stripped to his jockey shorts, which couldn’t contain his entire erection. I felt my juices flow freely when I saw his large cockhead protruding above the waistband of his shorts and realized that it he had to have at least eight inches of cock.
He did strip me again, slowly, and it seemed forever before he finally pulled my panties down, staring from behind, as before, at my wet, swollen cunt. He stood up then, his hands cupping my tits and tweaking my nipples as he kissed my neck and ears and pressed his groin against my ass. I felt the wetness of his precome leaking onto the small of my back, and I knew that he was almost as excited as I was.
When he released me I crawled into the turned-down bed, rolling onto my back to see him pushing his shorts off, revealing a thick, beautiful cock, standing proud and hard as steel. I held my arms out to him, saying, “Come down here and join me, baby. And I do mean join!”
I spread my legs for him as he moved onto the bed, but he suddenly stopped and asked me if he shouldn’t be using a condom. “It’s okay,” I told him. “If I get pregnant Jim will just think its his.” The truth was I’d had my tubes tied long before, but I like making a guy think he might be knocking me up. It usually makes them hot.
Lewis lowered himself to me then. I grasped his cock, guiding him into my slippery folds, and he slowly sank in until his balls pressed against my tingling asshole.
I loved the feeling of his organ filling my aroused pussy, stretching my opening and fully exposing my engorged clit. My clit is small, but when it is stimulated during intercourse I have orgasms so powerful that it’s as if a charge of nitroglycerin has gone off inside me.
As this handsome young stud began to pump his beautiful cock in and out of my juicy cunt, I was glad to find that his thick shaft was indeed in contact with my clit. He took complete control, pressing his very hairy chest against the tender globes of my breasts, sliding his hands beneath me to cup the cheeks of my ass and pulling me up to meet every thrust of his meaty cock. I love to be taken hard and forcefully; it makes me feel that the man really wants to fuck me, and isn’t just looking for a place to dump his load.
I started to scream as my first orgasm burst deep in my loins, but Lewis clamped his lips over mine, muffling the sound. Convulsions racked my heaving body as wave after wave of delicious pleasure rushed through me.
When I regained my senses, our loins and the sheet beneath me were soaked with my juices, and Lewis still had his erection buried balls-deep in my flooded snatch. Now he resumed plowing my furrow with the intensity of a man possessed, his hard rhythmic thrusts keeping me in an extremely high state of arousal. Those thrusts soon became shorter and still more urgent as he held my ass off the bed to position me perfectly for his drilling. A deep growl escaped his lips as I felt him soak the deepest regions of my pussy with his semen, setting off my second release.
He rolled off to lie beside me as we basked in the afterglow of our passionate fuck. But after a minute he suddenly left the bed, and then the room, saying he would be right back. He returned a moment later with something in his hand. I didn’t realize that it was his cell phone until he got between my legs and slid down to take pictures of my dilated pussy, with his semen still oozing out of it.
Before I could react he was slipping his revived hard-on into my creamy box and proceeding to fuck the living hell out of me once again. I told him he was crazy to take pictures of me like that, and that I wanted him to delete them immediately, but he begged me to let him keep them, so he could remember the greatest piece of ass he had ever had. His thrusting cock felt so good that I didn’t object anymore, even when he sat back on his haunches to take more pictures of his cock buried in my cunt.
He continued to take pictures over the next few hours as we fucked again and again. Finally, just before dawn, I gathered my clothes and went down the hallway to my bedroom, wet from my navel to my knees. To my surprise Jim was already home, and waiting with a big hard-on that he couldn’t wait to get into my pussy, bathing it in Lewis’s semen as I told him everything we had done.
Lewis was gone when we got up later that morning, but my crusty white panties were lying there on his pillow.
—B.F., Flagstaff, Arizona
Kurt had worked at the company my husband and I ran for nearly eight years before moving on to take a position with another outfit. We had a good working relationship, and he did his job well. He and I had the same birthday, though he was a year younger (I was 28) and liked to joke about working for an older woman.
He’d worked for us about a year when he started coming on to me. Being the flirtatious type, I enjoyed his suggestive remarks, and sometimes replied in kind, though only in a teasing way. I was not exactly the ever-faithful wife, but I never mixed business with pleasure, so poor old Kurt had to be content with teasing.
Being a petite redhead, five foot two and 106 pounds, with bright blue eyes, a pretty face and a 34C-23-31 figure, I generally had no trouble catching a man’s eye. I almost always wore dresses or skirts with hemlines several inches above my knees, which made it easy to flash my sexy undies. Kurt was married, and I often saw his wife, a pretty blonde who seemed to be always pregnant—which Kurt jokingly said was my fault.
Now it was four years later, and I was at business seminar 1200 miles from home, when who should I run into but Kurt. It was nice to see him after four years, and to learn that he was doing well. When we ran into each other we agreed to meet for dinner in the lobby of the hotel where we were both staying, to catch up on old times.
When I returned to my room I quickly got out of my business clothes and took a shower, then poured myself some wine and called my husband, Joe. When he answered I said, “I’m sitting here naked thinking about you, baby, and I’m getting horny. Guess where my right hand is right now.”
I could almost hear him grinning over the phone. “Oh-oh,” he said. “You’ve met some hot stud, haven’t you?”
“No, baby, as a matter of fact I ran into someone we both know. Remember Kurt?
“Hell yes, I remember Kurt,” Joe said. “He lurked around my wife with a hard-on for years, while she claimed she never put out for him.”
“That’s the truth, honey,” I said. “You know I’d tell you if I screwed him. That’s the deal we made years ago. But you know I’d never fuck a guy who worked for us.”
“Yeah, but he’s not working for us anymore, is he?” Joe said. “I love you, baby, be sure to let me know what happens.” I told him I loved him too, and we hung up.
Dressing for my dinner with Kurt, I decided on a yellow silk body-hugging sheath that left little to the imagination. I put on a pair of very brief yellow bikini panties with matching bra, but when I slipped into the dress I found it tighter then usual; I had probably put on a little weight. It showed the lines of my undies too clearly, and I was about to choose a different dress when I decided to try it with nothing underneath. I looked quite sexy, but not vulgar; the dress clung to my curves, and the shapes of my nipples were clearly visible, but I decided to go for it.
When I met Kurt in the lobby as planned, he said he had made reservations at a popular club, and we went out to get a taxi. I managed to get into the cab without exposing myself, but getting out wasn’t so easy. I tried keeping my knees together, but from the look on Kurt’s face I was sure I had flashed him my pussy, though he said nothing.
The place was fabulous and overpriced, but the food and drinks were delicious. On the way back I thanked Kurt for dinner, and insisted that he allow me to buy him a drink back at the hotel.
I was a little braver after the drinks I’d already had, and wasn’t quite as careful getting out of the cab, giving both Kurt and the hotel doorman a good crotch shot. The lounge was packed, but we found a table for two that was just being vacated, and grabbed it. The seating was close, and our thighs were soon touching as we talked about our spouses and our work. I asked him if he still kept his wife in the family way all the time, and he looked right into my eyes, saying, “No, she hasn’t been in that condition since I stopped seeing you.”
That was the remark that broke the ice, and next thing I knew he was holding my hand while telling me how hard it had been to restrain himself from trying to kiss me and hold my body against his while working with me. And then he leaned over and kissed me. At first the kiss was chaste and hesitant, as though he was kissing his sister. Nuts to this, I thought, and when he pulled away I pulled him back for a much more lingering kiss, which was definitely not sisterly. Before our lips parted I felt his hand cupping my breast, and it stayed there after the kiss was over. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me.
I looked around to see if we were being watched, but we were in a dark corner and nobody was paying any attention. His hand dropped to my knee and slid slowly up my thigh. My lips met his again, and I opened my legs slightly for his hand. His eyes flew open as his fingers encountered my bare pussy. He was fingering my G-spot when I whispered, “Come on, let’s go up to my room and fuck.”
There were eight other people on the elevator, but that didn’t stop Kurt from rubbing my ass through my dress as we rode up to the 16th floor. I turned to embrace Kurt as the door to my room closed behind us, but he held me at arms length, saying, “Clair, are you sure about this?”
“Look,” I told him. “We’re both consenting adults, we’re over a thousand miles from our homes, and our spouses won’t ever know a thing about what happens here. You said you’ve fantasized about me for years, so here I am, offering you my body. Don’t you want to fuck me, Kurt?”
He pulled me close then, kissing me passionately. “Oh God, yes, I want you!” he said then. “But you know, I’ve never cheated on Sandra before. But damn, I can’t deny that I’m harder now than I’ve been since Sandra and I were first married. It’s just driving me crazy. What am I going to do?”
“Relax, baby,” I told him. “There isn’t any rush. Why don’t you fix us a drink from the mini-bar to start with.”
We sat on a small sofa, sipping brandy and necking like a couple of school kids for the next 20 minutes. At one point my skirt pulled high on my thighs, exposing a tuft of curly red pubic hair that Kurt couldn’t help staring at. I caught him looking and put a finger under his chin, tipping his face up until I was looking into his eyes. “How would you like to get a real good look at what you’re trying to see?” I asked him. I could see the answer in his eyes, and I knew then that his wife was forgotten.
I stood up and moved toward the bed, then turned to face him as I slowly unzipped my dress. I stood there with the open dress hanging loosely from my shoulders, giving him tantalizing glimpses of the nakedness underneath. “I’m going to bed,” I told him, “in case you would care to join me.” And I let the dress slip to the floor.
He stared at me for a long moment, then got up and began to walk toward me. As he did so I lay back across the bed, with my legs parted just enough to show a hint of my pink pussy lips nestling in my curly bush. He wasted little time stripping himself as his eyes ran up and down my body. His cock was very similar to my husband’s, being pleasingly thick and meaty and standing just shy of seven inches.
There was no more foreplay. He got onto the bed and mounted me, and I quickly raised my knees and spread my legs wide to give him an easy target. But with his cockhead poised at my entrance he paused, saying, “God, Clair, I want this to last all night. So let’s take it easy and enjoy finally being together like this.” With that his cock slid easily into my receptive pussy, and it was over before you could have snapped your fingers.
My God, did that man come hard and long! His cock throbbed and jerked, spewing hot jets of joy juice up my snatch for at least 15 or 20 seconds.
After that he wasn’t able to talk for over a minute, I just held him tightly in the saddle, caressing his ass until he recovered. Then he realized he was still inside me, although only half hard, and he started to take short, slow strokes in my now very wet pussy, quickly becoming rock-hard again. He had more control this time, and he fucked me and fucked me, giving me at least six orgasms in the next 45 minutes before gushing into me a second time. A half-hour later he was ready again, and we enjoyed a long leisurely fuck, changing positions half a dozen times and ending with me astride him, milking the creamy come out of him with my juicy spasming quim.
We spent two more nights together, doing everything a man and woman can do with one another. On the day we had to leave for home, we spent most of the morning in my room before catching our respective afternoon flights. I have no need to hide my extra-marital activities from my husband, so my panties were very soggy when Joe felt me up at the airport, before taking me to a nearby hotel to fuck me silly while I told him everything.
—Name and address withheld
When my big 50th birthday came around, my wife asked me what I wanted most in the world.
Now Faye and I have been married for over 25 years, and she looks as good as when we got married. She is still slim and pretty, and she is the apple of my eye. But she is only about two inches shorter than me, so she always wears low heels or flats, whereas I have a thing for pretty feet in high heels.
So when she asked me what I wanted, I took her to a shoe store, picked out a pair of black pumps with five-inch heels and told her that what I wanted was for her to wear them for me at home. Faye was not sure, but I was so turned on by those shoes that I begged her, saying I would do anything she wanted. She said she would think about it.
On the night of my birthday we went out to dinner. There was a cake and some presents, but I figured the shoes were a lost cause. But later, when we went to bed, Faye went into the bathroom and came out wearing them. She looked fabulous, and I got instantly hard. She strutted around for me, and then she kept them on while we fucked. It was a great night.
The next night she put them on again, and I was ready to go, but she said good night. When I remonstrated, she said, “Remem-ber you said you’d do anything for me if I got these? Well, now I want you to go to sleep.”
She teased me like that for three days. On the third night she said she wanted me to go down on her, and I did, giving her several orgasms. Then finally she let me fuck her. As I rolled off her she said, “Go down on me again.” I said no. “Remember the deal,” she said. “Go down on me and clean me up with your tongue.”
Well, I had my first cream pie that night. Faye seemed to enjoy her new power, and as long as she wore the shoes I wasn’t about to object.
After a while she decided she liked the shoes after all, and she started wearing them to work. Soon Jerome, a young guy who worked as a dockhand, started hitting on her. She liked the attention, and a short time later she told me she wanted to fuck him. I said that was okay, as long as she did it in front of me. Faye laughed and said, “Oh, so you want another cream pie.” I told her I just wanted to watch.
The next Friday my wife cooked a great dinner—for two. Jerome came by around eight o’clock, and I answered the door. He was a very well built, rough-looking type. He shook my hand and introduced himself, and then my wife came out. She wore a very short dress and her high heels, and even in the shoes she was still about six inches shorter than Jerome.
The two of them had a candlelight dinner, which I served. I also kept their wine glasses full. As I did this, my wife would say to Jerome, “Isn’t he a good little husband?” It gave me a weird thrill to see my 45-year-old wife flirting with this young guy like a schoolgirl.
After dinner they retired to the family room, and I continued to freshen their drinks as things heated up. Faye’s dress soon came off, and then Jerome’s shirt. His arms were as big around as my legs, and he had tattoos all over his arms and chest. When he dropped his jeans and shorts, my wife’s eyes went wide, and she said, “My God, look at the size of that thing!”
Jerome picked her up like a rag doll and carried her to our bedroom. Once there she tried to suck him, but he was too big, and then he fucked her. It took him a while to get that big dick all the way in her, but once he did he fucked her so hard and roughly that I thought she’d faint, but she loved it. I had never seen her so turned on, and when she came it was explosive.
Jerome came too, and when he pulled out she just lay there with her pussy gaping open and his come dripping out of it. Then she looked at me and said, “Go on, baby, eat that cream pie.” I was so excited that I did as she said. “Oh, you’re such a great hubby,” she moaned. “Now don’t miss any.” And I didn’t.
After Jerome left I wanted to fuck her, but she said she was too sore. She had hickeys everywhere, and her tits and nipples were red and swollen. “You can jack off on my foot,” she said. So I did, and then of course I cleaned it up.
“I think Jerome will be a part of our lives,” Faye told me. “He will fuck me again, and you can watch and eat me out.”
“Okay, honey,” I said. “As long as you keep wearing those shoes.” —V.K., Asheville, North Carolina
My 45-year-old wife Nancy still has a nice figure, and I’m always proud of the looks she gets from men when we’re out and about.
Due to the recession, both of us lost our jobs in the same month, which severely strained our finances. Nancy was the first to find another job, working as a secretary to the director of purchasing for a medium-sized company. She liked the job and got along well with her boss. He was a widower, and was obviously lonely. He also commented to her, more than once, about how much he liked women in stockings, as compared to pantyhose. For some reason this amused Nancy a lot.
Once he asked her if she had any single friends, or friends who liked to play around. She said she didn’t, but she took pity on him, and one Friday she decided to brighten his day by dressing specially for him. She wore a rather close-fitting dress with a skirt cut to mid-thigh, along with tan stockings and a garter belt. The boss loved it so much that she made it a regular Friday thing. After a while he started groping her, and it made me horny as hell when she told me about it. Even though it didn’t go any further, it made her horny too, and she would come home with a wet pussy.
After a few weeks I took a job as an air-conditioning repairman, making pretty good money. One day, as fate would have it, I was sent to the company where Nancy worked to check their A/C, which was having problems.
Although it was a Friday, I didn’t expect to see Nancy, as she and a few coworkers were taking the boss out to celebrate his birthday. I was still there around three-thirty, working in a crawl space in the ceiling, when I heard Nancy and a man who I assumed was her boss walk into the office below me. I could see them through the screened ceiling, but they were not aware that I was there.
The man closed and locked the office door, and within seconds I was watching another man’s hands caressing my wife’s legs and ass not 10 feet below me. And she wasn’t stopping him.
The boss paused long enough to remove his jacket, then went back to Nancy and began unfastening the buttons down the front of her dress. Soon the dress was open almost to the waist, her heaving bra-covered tits showing nicely. Only when he tried pulling her dress off did she make a move to stop him, saying that she was a married woman.
“A very horny married woman,” the boss said, and he managed to remove her dress anyway. Nancy sat on the edge of his desk, looking very flushed in a her black lace bra, garter belt, lace panties and stockings. She finally gave up any pretense of objecting and even unclasped her bra for him, allowing him to slip it off her shoulders.
I tensed up in shock as he dropped his pants and then his shorts. I couldn’t believe she was actually going to let him fuck her. His cock struck out, proud and hard. He may have been older, but he had a very large dick. Nancy was in for a real pussy stretcher.
He cupped her tits in his hands as he kissed her all over while working his way downward. His hands moved down to her ass as he sucked and kissed her swollen nipples, then her belly, before suddenly standing up again.
When he stood, Nancy took his cock in her hand, her fingers unable to encircle its girth. She said her husband would be able to tell she had been fucked by such a cock because she’d be so stretched. Her boss seemed to like that remark, but I didn’t.
He still smiled as he laid her back on the desk. She raised her butt without a word to allow him to slide her panties down her stocking-covered legs. Then, holding her thighs wide apart, he pulled her ass to the edge of the desk. I could see her swollen pussy glistening with juice as he sank his face between her legs. She squirmed and moaned, and I watched in fascination as her nipples seemed to grow to twice their normal size. I could see the muscles rippling in her thighs as she steadied herself by holding on to the sides of the desk. After a minute she had a fairly noisy climax, and I wondered if anyone outside the office had heard it too.
Her boss now stood up between her widespread thighs and put the bulbous head of his cock at her entrance. He began entering her slowly, stretching her pussy and sinking deeper into her until his cock was fully inside her. I couldn’t believe how excited I now was. I had a direct view from above as his cock began pumping in and out of her. Her mouth hung open in a constant gasp. His pace quickened and he held her tightly as she quivered and came again.
Suddenly he stopped and spun her around, then bent her over with her ass sticking out at him. I watched him rub his cock down along the crevice between her round globes before entering her again. Now he began to slam into her, really hammering away, and at that point I came in my pants without even touching myself.
Nancy had another orgasm as the old fucker gave a grunt and shot stream after stream of come over her upturned buns. Her now vacated hole looked like a pink cave full of shaving cream.
When they recovered somewhat, they each went out to clean up, and I quickly got out of there, wondering if my wife would tell me what she had done when we both got home.
Well, she did, although she downplayed the whole thing, saying she had only done it out of pity, and that it was over too quickly and she’d barely felt a thing. I knew better than that, but I didn’t say a word as I stripped her and entered her swollen hole. I know she still fucks him too, but as long as she comes home to me, I’ve made my peace with it. I just wish I could fix the air conditioning in their office every day.—N.D., Pierre, South Dakota
After several years of marriage, my wife Tami and I came up with an unusual arrangement in order to satisfy our sexual needs.
During the early years of our marriage, our lovemaking sessions would often leave us—especially Tami—less than satisfied. Unfortunately, I was not very gifted in the sex department my penis size is less than average, and I often suffer from premature ejaculation during intercourse, causing much frustration on both our parts. I tried a number of ways to help Tami achieve satisfaction, including body massages, oral sex, visual aids, adult videos and a lot of hand and finger stimulation to help her reach a climax.
One night, as I was working two fingers in and out of her and trying to come up with new ideas, I thought of one of the items Tami had bought that afternoon at the grocery store. Telling her I would be back in a minute, I went down to the kitchen and got a cucumber. It was a lot longer and thicker than my cock.
I came back to the bedroom and told Tami to close her eyes. I quickly lubricated the cucumber with massage oil and placed it against her pussy. She asked what I was up to, and I told her to just keep her eyes closed and tell me what it felt like as I started to work it into her.
Once she felt it entering her she spread her legs wide, saying, “Oh baby, that feels so good! What is it?” Again I asked her what it felt like, and she giggled and said, “It feels like one of those really big men in those sex videos.”
I continued to ease the thing in slowly, and she kept saying how good it felt and telling me not to stop. Once I got most of it in I started moving it in and out, and she went wild. Soon she arched her back and yelled out that she was coming. “Oh baby, it feels so good!” she cried out. And then she started humping against it and yelling, “Fuck me with that big dick! Fuck me hard, baby. Fuck me!” Her climax was explosive, and I kept the cucumber inside her until she calmed down.
When she opened her eyes and saw what I was sliding out of her, she gasped and said that was unbelievable. Then, after resting for a few minutes she said she wanted to feel it again, and I was only too happy to oblige. It was so good to see my wife so uninhibited and out of control I had never seen her in that state before.
Just as she was about to have another climax she told me to take it out of her, and when I did she pulled me on top of her and said she wanted me to come in her now. Her pussy was stretched open and really wet, and it felt great. I only lasted a minute, but we were able to climax together.
I couldn’t believe how excited we both got that night, as I continued to alternate between fucking her with the cucumber and my cock. It was early in the morning when we finally settled down in each other’s arms and agreed that that had been the best sex ever.
After that night we used a cucumber often, and whenever I asked her what it felt like, she would say that it felt as though she were being fucked by a guy with a really big cock. It always turned me on to think about that, and one night I asked her if she would like to feel a real cock of that size inside her. Tami said that was nice to fantasize about, but she didn’t think she could actually do it with another man.
A few days later I was in an adult bookstore and saw an artificial penis. It had a large head and big balls, and the shaft was nearly as long and thick as some of the cucumbers I’d been using. It even had real-looking veins running along it. I bought it, and I also picked up an X-rated movie that featured an actor with an especially large dick.
When we went to bed that night I put the movie on, and then showed Tami my other purchase. She was impressed at how real it looked, and said she was sure she was going to enjoy it.
We watched the movie for a while, and as the man with the huge cock was fucking a blonde housewife on the kitchen table, Tami spread her legs and said she would like to meet her new friend. I was only too happy to introduce them.
Tami came twice with the big dildo inside her, and then it was my turn to fuck her. Afterwards I again asked her if she wouldn’t like to get laid by a real man, like the one in the movie. Tami again replied that it was nice to think about, and that she would love to feel what the girl on the screen was feeling, but that she loved me and would never cheat on me.
I assured her that she deserved to experience having a real man who could fulfill her sexual needs in a way I was unable to, and that having sex with another man, with my knowledge and permission, would not actually be cheating. I then ventured to tell her that the thought of it actually turned me on.
Tami hesitated, then admitted that the idea was intriguing, but added that she wasn’t sure she could go through with it. I told her to just be open to the possibility. I then suggested that she could create opportunities by going to places where she might meet men, such as hotel bars, lounges or nightclubs. But all she would say was that she would think about it.
Each night that week we talked about what it would be like for her to be with another man, and worked ourselves up by going into detail about all the things they could do together. This had both of us in a constant state of arousal, and by the following week Tami told me that she was willing to give it a try.
Her first thought was that she needed some new clothes that were less conservative than those she normally wore. The next day she went shopping. She went to Victoria’s Secret and picked up some sexy bra-and-panty sets, then went on to purchase a short skirt, several sheer blouses and a clingy, sexy dress. Buying these things had her hormones in overdrive, and on the way home she decided to stop in a hotel lounge for a drink.
She sat at a small table along the wall and ordered a gin and tonic. She was about halfway through it when a good-looking man in his 40s came over to her. He introduced himself as Dan, and asked her to dance. Her first instinct was to turn him down, but then she thought about why she had just bought all those sexy clothes, and went out on the dance floor with him.
Dan turned out to be a great dancer, and they stayed out on the floor for the next three songs. Then he sat down with her and ordered another round. By then she was feeling a lot more comfortable with him, and they talked and danced for a couple of hours. Dan told her he was a salesman and was usually lonely when he was on the road, but now he was really enjoying himself. He then asked if he could take her out for dinner, but she told him she had to get home. Dan said he would be there for a couple of days, and asked her if she would go dancing with him the following night. Neither of them said it, but they both knew he was also asking her to have sex with him. When she hesitated, he said he would be waiting in the lounge the next night at seven, and he hoped she would show up.
When Tami told me all this, I asked her if she wanted to go to bed with Dan, and whether she thought he had a big cock. She said she didn’t know about his cock, but the rest of him was big enough, and she liked him, so she thought she would let him fuck her, if it was all right with me. I said it was fine, as long as she told me all about it later.
The next night Tami took a long bath, then shaved her legs and trimmed her pubic hair. She selected one of her new sheer lingerie sets, then slipped into her sexy new dress. After doing her hair and makeup, she looked stunning.
I stayed up and waited for her that night. I watched TV, but all I could think about was what my wife was probably doing with this man I had never met.
It was about four-thirty in the morning when Tami finally got home. As soon as she walked in the door I could tell she’d had an eventful night. She was grinning from ear to ear, and her face was glowing. Her hair was a mess, the back of her dress was undone and she didn’t have her bra on. She came over to me and gave me a big kiss. “Thank you, darling,” she said. “I had a wonderful night, it was everything I had hoped for, and more.” She then proceeded to tell me all about it.
She had met Dan at the lounge, and he had taken her in his car to a romantic little restaurant, where they had a great meal and shared a bottle of wine. After dinner they danced, and he held her so close that she could feel him growing hard against her stomach. It felt good, and she pressed her breasts into his chest.
After a while Dan told her he had a bottle of really good wine chilling in his room, and asked her if she would be interested in a nightcap. Of course they both knew it wasn’t a nightcap they were going to his room for, but by that time Tami was as excited as he was, and didn’t hesitate to say yes.
Once in his room, they didn’t waste any time. He kissed her and she pushed her body against his as he reached behind her back to unfasten the buttons on her dress. She loved the sensation of having this new man undressing her. He slid the straps off her shoulders and she moved away just enough to let the dress fall to the floor. He stepped back to look at her and told her she was beautiful.
As Dan watched, Tami unfastened her bra and let it fall away from her breasts. Her nipples were rock-hard and sticking out. Now she was standing there with only her thin panties on. They didn’t hide much her dark pubic hair was in plain view through the sheer material, and the silken cloth between her legs was pulled tight into her vulva.
Dan was taking it all in. “God, you’re sexy,” he told her, and reached out to take her breasts in his hands. She didn’t feel at all embarrassed she loved what was happening and was looking forward to more. She reached over and started taking his clothes off. He helped her, and he was down to his shorts in no time. She then put her hand in his shorts, and for the first time since we got married she was feeling another man’s penis. It did feel large, and all she could think about was how good it was going to make her feel that night.
Dan then removed his shorts, and she was looking at his awesome cock. It was standing at attention, looking like a huge log surrounded by a forest of pubic hair, and his big balls hung several inches below it. It was a fabulous sight, and she couldn’t wait to have that thing inside her, much more alive and real than any cucumber or dildo could possibly be.
They got in bed then, and Dan took her panties off, then went down and kissed her pussy, licking it and sucking on her stiff little clit. It felt wonderful, and she was so turned on that she cried out that she needed him right then. He moved up and got between her legs, put his cock at the entrance to her pussy and started to ease it in. He was gentle, and it only took a minute for her to adjust to his size. It felt great going in as her pussy stretched to accommodate him.
When he was buried in her he started moving in and out, slowly at first. But soon he picked up the pace, and she could feel his balls hitting against her ass cheeks.
Tami said that having his naked body moving against hers as they fucked was the most incredible feeling she’d ever known, so much better than with her toys. It didn’t take her long to reach her first climax, and she had a second one before Dan came inside her.
They rested for a few minutes, and then he had her get on her knees as he got behind her. She spread her knees apart and got down on her elbows, thinking of how wanton she must look, presenting herself to him like this. Dan said he couldn’t remember the last time he had seen anything so sexy. He then moved in close, placed his cock against her pussy and entered her with one hard thrust. He seemed to go even further into her this time, and the feeling of him moving in and out of her was incredible. He was able to hold out for a long time, having come only a few minutes before, and Tami had several climaxes before he finally stiffened up and she felt his cock pulsing as he came. Her final climax was so intense that she lost control and yelled out so loudly that she was sure the people in the rooms next to theirs must have heard her.
They collapsed on the bed, but it wasn’t long before he started feeling her pussy again. She reached for his cock and couldn’t believe that he was hard once more. This time he sat up against the headboard and had her sit in his lap, facing away as she lowered herself onto him, pushing down hard as she felt him going deep inside her. At that point she leaned forward and for the first time was able to see her pussy stretched around his dick. Looking at his big cock like that, Tami told me, was the most fantastic sight she could imagine. She reached down and gently squeezed his balls as she continued to ride him, and suddenly she couldn’t help herself she lost control again and gushed her pussy juices all over Dan’s lap. He loved it. He rolled her over and got on top of her and fucked her slow and easy, and it felt great, their naked bodies moving in rhythm against each other until they came together one last time.
Tami said she lost track of how many times she came that night, but it was plenty. She had never dreamed that sex could be so wildly amazing and also so soft and gentle. She felt like she was in some kind of fantasy world.
Before she left, Dan told her he would be back in town the following week, and would like to get together again. Tami told him she was looking forward to it.
Listening to Tami tell me what she and Dan had done that night was the wildest thing I’d ever experienced. As soon as she finished I stripped her dress and panties off and spread her legs. It was so exciting to see how wet and open she was, and how red the lips of her pussy were. I opened those lips with my fingers and could see some of Dan’s come still inside her love tunnel. At that point I leaned in and started licking and eating her. The taste of her juices mixed with Dan’s semen was a little strange at first, but it was fabulous, and the thought of them together made it truly erotic. Tami repositioned herself so she could suck my cock as I ate her. She soon started bucking against my face and we came together, me shooting down her throat as she filled my mouth with the combination of her juices and Dan’s come.
Tami and Dan now see each other whenever he is in town, and sometimes she will spend a whole night with him. She says she likes waking up in the morning and feeling him up against her. She likes to suck on his big dick before he is fully awake, and then have him fuck her till she screams. I love it when she comes home in the mornings and I get to eat her come-filled pussy while she tells me all the details.
I have also encouraged her not to limit herself to Dan, as there are plenty of men who would be interested in having sex with her, and variety is the spice of life. The other day she said that now that she had let her hair—and her panties—down, she would like to see what it would be like with other men, as long as I’m okay with it. She said she wants to try a club downtown where there are a number of black men, and asked if I would have a problem with that. I told her it was no problem, and she could find out if the rumors about black men being especially well endowed are true. Tami said she would like to do a little research on that subject, and she would let me know. I can’t wait to hear the results.—M.R., Indianapolis, Indiana
I slipped out of the office without telling anyone but my personal secretary, Lee. I told her I would see her on Monday. I’m half owner of the company, so I can do that. Fifteen minutes earlier Lee had buzzed me in a meeting to say that an Agent Martin of the IRS was on the phone. I recognized it as a cover my friend Andr uses when he’s in town, which is once or twice a year.
My heart raced and my panties dampened as I punched the phone button and said, “This is Mrs. Connors, how I can help you? . . . Yes. . . . I’ll see to it immediately. . . . I’ll take care of it within the hour. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Good day.”
I told the three employees I was meeting with that we’d continue our discussion later, probably Mon day, but that right now I had an urgent matter to deal with. I cleared my desk and locked up all files, then grabbed my briefcase and headed out. Pass ing my part ner’s office, I saw him in serious discussion with a young man who had been late to work three days that week. I waved and continued on to my car.
Twenty minutes later I drove up behind Agent Mar tin, who was idling at the remote-controlled gate lead ing to the summer house where I had last seen him nearly a year ago. I pressed the control on my visor to open the gate and then watched to be sure it closed behind us. Two minutes later Andr opened my car door, pulled me up in his arms and kissed me, pressing me against the side of my car. He tugged the tight skirt of my business suit up to my waist, then cupped my nearly naked ass cheeks in his callused hands, pulling me against his erection.
He started to set me up on the trunk, and I knew he intended to fuck me right there in the blazing sun! When my butt touched the hot metal, I leapt back in his arms and said, “It’s too hot, baby. Please let’s go in the house and find a nice bed where I can give you a proper piece of ass without getting mine burned.”
It would have made quite a picture, me walking to the door and unlocking it with my skirt at my waist and my bikini wedged in my ass crack. Not to mention the six-foot, 180-pound cowboy following me and feeling me up every step of the way.
I’d met Andr six years before while hunting mule deer in Wyoming. He was my guide. I bagged a trophy buck that was mounted and hangs in my office. I was so overjoyed at the time that I leapt into Andr ‘s arms and hugged and kissed him as the rising sun peeked over the mountain. Moments later I was lying in the frosty grass with his fleece coat separating my bare ass from the frozen ground as he slipped his big cock in me.
There’d been an unspoken attraction between us from the moment I arrived at the hunting lodge four days before. We’d spent eight to ten hours a day climbing up steep trails and through fences, always aware of his constant attention to my little butt in my skintight jeans.
Each day we found a nice sunny place where we could take our heavy coats off while we ate our lunch. Andr took those opportunities to check out my 34Cs straining against my tight sweaters, and I loved every minute of it. When nature called, I’d just squat behind a bush. If it happened that the foliage didn’t go all the way to the ground, I “accidentally” flashed him. So I guess I’d been asking for it.
By the time Andr ‘s cock was buried in my snatch, I was as lubricated as if I’d had an hour of foreplay. All I could say was, “Fuck me! Fuck me good!” He was ever so considerate of the fact that I was lying on hard frozen ground amid stones and broken branches, supporting nearly all his weight as he thrust gently but stead ily in and out of me.
In not much longer than a minute he flooded my cunt, long before I could have come. But I didn’t care. I loved his cock jerking and throbbing in me.
When we got inside, we rushed to the bedroom. I threw my jacket on the floor and ripped off my blouse and bra, my eyes fixed on Andr , who was stripping as fast as he could. I fought to get my skirt down and off, breaking the damn zipper in the process. I kicked off my heels and started to unsnap my garters, but Andr threw me on the bed and landed on top of me.
He sat back and tugged my tiny white panties down. I lifted my butt to assist him. Once the panties cleared my toes, I raised and spread my legs, feeling my swollen labia flower open invitingly. Andr licked his lips and said I had the prettiest damn pussy he’d ever seen.
He started to ease his face between my legs, so I tugged on his shoulders and said, “You should butter your bun before you eat it, sweetheart.” He didn’t hesitate, but moved up and sank his hefty manhood in my snatch. We clung to each other as we rutted lustfully, venting the pent-up longing.
Orgasm ripped through me as he spewed his cream in my cunt. As he col lapsed on me, I was thankful for the plush mattress under me.
One thing I really like about Andr is that his soft cock is big enough to stay in my pussy after he blows a load. As he lay on top of me, I thought his age was catching up to him. I thought how glad I was that I’d been in the office when he called! In the time we’ve known each other, we’ve bridged the thousand-mile gap between us nine times, for four to ten days, fucking as often as we could.
Andr started nibbling my neck and planting hot kisses on my neck, face and ears. He slowly withdrew his eel-like cock as his lips found my nipples. He rolled us over so I was astride him, giving him easier access to my full tits. After he spent several minutes nursing, he looked in my eyes and said, “You know what I’m waiting for, baby. Please give me what I want now.”
I moved slowly up him, being careful not to let my dripping pussy touch him. I straddled his head, then teasingly lowered my fresh-fucked cunt down to his tongue as if impaling myself on a lover’s cock. Andr is the only man I’ve been with who loves to eat my pussy after he’s just fucked it, though only after the first time each day. He wants me douched and squeaky-clean to start.
The man knows how to eat pussy, and soon had me reeling. Finally I slumped to the bed, but had no time to rest. He lifted me to my knees and slipped his born-again cock in me doggie-style. I let my shoulders drop to the bed while pushing my ass up and back, getting his cock as deep as it could go each time he rammed it in me. He fucked me like this for six or seven minutes, until he hosed my box with another deluge.
Having vented our initial lust, we cuddled and talked about how good it was to be together again. I said he should have called first he said he did. He set up an appointment at my office, then canceled after getting to town. I asked him not to do that again but admitted to enjoying the surprise.
With his mouth near my ear, he whis pered, “I know you were surprised, honey. I knew your hot bun was well buttered when I took your panties off. He reached over and got them off the nightstand. “Here,” he said, “just look at the crotch, all caked with come that had to come from your pussy.”
The reason I wanted him to screw me first was that I’d indulged in a nooner at the office an hour before he called. I knew he’d know if he ate my pussy, as he did.
I rose up and said, “Look, I’m not married to you—”
“You missed my point,” he said, pulling me to him. “I found it sexy. I’ve missed a lot by having women come squeaky-clean.” He fucked me with the same passion as the first time on the moun tain, and when we left, we agreed to meet at the house the next morning at ten.
Twenty minutes later, driv ing in our garage, I was surprised to see my hus band’s car. In the kitchen he kissed and hugged me, then hand ed me a cocktail, saying how much he’d enjoyed our noon er. Andr ‘s arrival had made me totally forget that afternoon’s furniture delivery. When I wasn’t home, the delivery men called my husband, and he came home. “Where the hell did you disappear to, honey?”
I set my drink down and said, “Feel my pussy, sweetheart.” He touched the wet gusset of my panties and said, “Who?” I threw my arms around him and said, “Andr ‘s in town for a week.”
After we both came as we initiated the new couch, leav ing a stain in the process, he said, “That means you’ll be coming home with a slip pery deck every night then!” —C.T., Springfield, Ohio
We were relaxing at home about eight that Thursday night when my husband’s old school chum Maury called from a bar about a mile from our house. It was a nice surprise, as it had been five years since he got married and moved out of state, and that was the last time Paul and I had seen him. I didn’t know him nearly as well, of course, but he flirted with me from the day we met, and I admit I flirted back a little too, but I always reminded him I was married and faithful to his friend.
Things never got past verbal exchanges until the night before Maury’s wedding. After the rehearsal, the younger crowd partied in the lounge long after the parents and relatives went home to bed. Paul and I had been married seven years, and I was already scratching the seven-year itch.
Actu ally, my cheating started weeks after we got married. While I love Paul deeply, what can I do? I’m a five-foot-two bundle of sexual energy. I was astounded when he confronted me the morning after I first cheated on him. He’s my soul mate and knows me like a book. Since that day we’ve had no secrets from each other.
The night of the wedding rehearsal Maury cornered me in an un used coat room. He kissed me long and pas sionately and got his hand in my pants before I realized it. Naturally my pussy buttered up instantly, allowing him to easily finger-fuck me until I was about to let him screw me right there. I’ll never know if I would have, because an employee of the club came in and turned on the light, scaring the hell out of both of us.
The night Maury called, I was already in my robe and ready for bed, so I told Paul to just go have a few beers with him. I said I was tired and would go on to bed and watch a movie, because I had to be at a meeting at half past seven in the morning. He begged me to come along, saying my meeting would be our excuse to leave before it got too late.
It was a muggy summer night, so I put on my trademark white cotton bikini panties with jeans cutoffs and a crop top without a bra, knowing the bar and lounge was so dimly lit that no one would know. When we got there, Maury tried to give me a more than friendly kiss, but I backed away. The guys had beer while I had wine, knowing it would have me primed for a good fucking when we got home. I’m always horny, especially for my husband, but wine makes me even hornier.
Maury was in town to help his grandmother move to an assisted-living facility and dispose of her house and belongings. I mostly listened while the guys shot the shit, but I let Paul play with my jeans-clad pussy under the table to increase my desire to go home and get it on. I was about to sug gest we leave because of my meeting when Maury asked me to dance.
I said, “Thank you, but I can’t. I always save the first dance for my husband” —to remind him once again that I’m married to his buddy.
Paul said, “I’m sorry, my love. May I have this dance?”
The music was all piped in—mellow, slow dance music—so I danced close to Paul, pressing myself against him until I gave him a hard-on, which made me feel proud. I asked him to take me home and fuck me. He pressed himself harder against me and asked if we couldn’t stay a little longer. Reluctantly, I agreed to stay for one more drink.
Naturally Maury was ready to dance, so off we went. I tried to keep my distance, but my hormones kicked in when I realized—even at a distance—that he had an erection. He kept me on the floor for a second dance, and I let him hold me closer, pressing my nearly naked breasts to his chest.
The dance floor was in a back room, out of sight of the bar and lounge, and as we were the only ones danc ing, I didn’t object when he leaned down and kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear. As the song was ending, he cupped my ass and drew me even tighter against his erection. The moment the music stopped, I spun out of his arms and walked back to the table, sitting as close to Paul as I could.
We sat a dance out. Then Paul whisked me away and quizzed me about Maury’s behavior. I told the truth. I said, “Your buddy’s trying to fuck your wife, sweetheart.”
Paul said for me to lead him on a bit before we left. I knew how to do that! After our next dance he was prac tically panting. He’d asked me to sneak away and meet him alone the next day without saying why. When I told Paul about this, he asked if I wanted to fuck Maury.
I answered honestly, saying yes, I’d wanted to screw Maury for years, but I stayed away from him because he is Paul’s good friend. Paul whispered in my ear that he wouldn’t mind it as long as Maury didn’t know he knew what was going on.
“I can’t hand you to him,” he said, “but if I leave you here with him to bring you home later, he’ll think it’s all behind my back. Say you never cheated before. Make him feel like a stud to seduce you. Follow my lead when we get back to the table. I’ll ask you if you’re ready to go home. Act disappointed. Say we just got here. He won’t suspect a thing.”
Ten minutes later Paul left me to party with Maury while he went home “to finish preparing for an early-morning meeting.” He got Maury to promise to see me home safely, and said if it wasn’t too late and we wanted to, we could bring some pizza home and he’d join us.
Paul was barely out the door when our waitress, who knows Paul and I, asked if we wanted another round. I said we could have one before getting the pizza to take home to Paul. When Maury asked me to dance again, I said no, it wouldn’t look right without Paul there.
We ordered the pizza and talked while we waited and drank our last drink. I told Maury I wouldn’t ever want to hurt Paul but admitted an attraction to him and get ting aroused on the dance floor. He was disappointed when I said, “We should go as soon as the pizza’s ready because I don’t want anybody here to get the wrong idea about us.”
He asked if I’d consider meet ing him while he was in town so we could continue our conversation. I suggested he buy some beer on our way out with the pizza. We could go some place out of town and talk awhile. I direct ed him a short way out of town to a hayfield where nobody would discover us.
Maury got us cold ones out of the cooler in the back. I took a sip and set mine on the dash, where he soon set his, then grabbed me and kissed me. When he finally backed away he said, “You don’t know how bad I want you. I’ve always wanted you. It’s you I think of you when I make love to Ruth.” Our lips met again, and we exchanged probing tongues. One of his hands explored my breasts the other undid my cutoffs and slid down to my wet nest. Then he had me out of my cutoffs and panties.
He eased me down on the wide seat of his truck and climbed on top of me. He knew just where to find a woman’s entrance and quickly planted his thick cock in me all the way to his balls. I raised my legs until I could brace my feet on the roof of the truck, giving him the best possible shot at my pussy. He was pretty excited and humped me frantically for half a minute before flood ing my cunt.
We messed around till shortly before two, when I told him I really had to get home. By the time we got to the house he had yet another hard-on. Naughtily, I took my soggy shorts and panties off one leg and gave it up again in the driveway under our bedroom window. I saw the curtains move as we drove up, and wondered if Paul was watching. Half an hour later Maury blew what come he had left in my cunt.
I didn’t bother to button my cutoffs, since Paul expected me to have them off with Maury. I found Paul wide awake in our bedroom, want ing to know every detail and wanting my sloppy pussy. I gave him all he wanted and final ly wore him out around four. The alarm went off at six, and he was back in the saddle, fucking me until he drained his balls again.
Paul personally washed my pubic area without letting me douche, to see what my panties would look like by evening. I put more perfume down there than usual to mask the raunchy smells. I made my meeting but then called Paul to say I was taking the rest of the day off. It sounded like a good plan—until Maury dropped by the house unannounced!
Let’s just say Paul was amazed at how nasty my panties were when he took them off me that night. Maury’s cock was slow to rise by the time he left town three weeks later. Paul was about fucked out too. But my box was as ready for cock as ever.—M.H., Bethesda, Maryland
We went straight home from work Friday to get ready to go to Cal and Gayle’s pool party. It was to start at six with a barbecue, with everyone bringing a dish and booze, followed by an evening of swimming and games. After a trying week, with the party just across the street we could drink all we liked without worry.
We stripped and headed for the shower, a large walk-around-the-corner one without doors, with six shower heads. I washed, then sat to shave my legs, then had my husband trim my bush so I could wear a new bikini. Jerry loves my pubes and hates shaved pussy. He says it’s weird, like being with a girl.
It was obvious he didn’t think I was too young when he finished his task. When he stood up, nearly seven inches of hard cock was waving in my face. There wasn’t any way I could let him go in that condition to a pool party where a dozen nearly naked women would be flaunting their bodies. I reached out and drew him closer so I could take him in my mouth. I love sucking Jerry’s cock. I can make him come in 20 seconds or make it last forever.
We didn’t have much time, so as I took him in slowly, I soaped up my right hand and reached between his legs, caressing his balls. My middle finger found his puckered anus and slipped past his tight sphincter and sought out his prostate. I bobbed my head, taking in nearly his entire thick shaft as I massaged him with my finger. Within 15 seconds, my mouth was filled with the thick hot cream I hadn’t tasted in two days. I looked up into his eyes as I let it slip down my throat.
I was pretty horny myself, but we were already going to be late, and I knew Jerry would be more than ready to fuck me when we got home. He was excited that I would be showing off my shapely 34C-22-32 body to all our friends that night. Gayle had planned this party with me in mind. Our other friends with pools always had parties in the afternoon, when I have to cover up my fair skin from the harsh sun. At night I can do as the others and show all the skin I want.
Jerry carried the hot baked beans I’d cooked all day in the crock pot, and I carried the cold beer. We got flak for being late. One guy asked if my knees were sore. I told him he was just jealous, but what I wanted to say was that I was sitting down when I sucked my husband off.
We weren’t the last to arrive, though. A few minutes later the doorbell rang, and Gayle asked me to get it because she was tossing a salad. I opened the door and just about shit when I saw Dr. M standing there. I’d just met him three days before, when I went in for my annual checkup and found that my old family doc tor, Dr. G, had taken in a young partner, who was taking care of office calls.
So the last time I saw this man, he was looking up at me with my feet in the stirrups and my vagina totally exposed. He sat on the stool as casually as if we were seated at the dinner table and asked if I’d recent ly had prolonged intercourse. I had never been so embarrassed in my life as when I nodded. He said okay, that explained my swollen labia and vaginal walls, and he wouldn’t worry about my having an infection.
Recovering from my surprise, I took the bag of buns Dr. M was offering me and invited him in. He said, “Have we met before, Mrs. T——?” I told him my name and explained that Gayle was busy and had asked me to get the door. “I met you Tues day, professionally,” I added.
I turned red when he said, “Ah, I thought I’d seen you before.” Thank God Cal came to my rescue. I went back to the kitchen.
After eating, we relaxed and visited for over an hour before Gayle announced that the pool would open in ten minutes. I waited until most of the other women had changed before I put on my tiny new suit, then tried to slip in the pool unno ticed, but Burt saw me and whistled loudly. I spotted Jerry and quickly dived in and swam to him, not wanting to make a spectacle of myself. At least I was among friends. Everyone was in a festive mood, so my en trance was soon forgotten.
Their pool is an in-ground one, and really nice—a sort of a quarter-circle with one end nine feet, tapering down to two feet at the other end, which is where most of the group ended up hanging out, drinking and talking after being in the water for a while. I love to swim and hadn’t had the opportunity to do it for so long that Jerry and I stayed in the deep end with a few others to horse around.
I needed a little rest, so I swam to the side, where I could hold on to the edge. I about jumped out of the water when I felt Jerry swim up between my legs and bury his face between them. But I loved the way he was munching on my snatch, so I spread my legs a little to give him easier access. I knew he couldn’t hold his breath much longer, but I nearly came when he wormed his tongue under the thin nylon crotch of my suit and lightly rubbed my clitoris until, quite abruptly, he left me hanging there.
I looked around for him and was startled to see him walking toward the pool say ing, “Here, honey, I brought you a beer.”
Who the fuck was just eat ing my pussy underwater?
Looking around the deep end, I saw only two men in the water: our host Cal and the good doctor whom I’d been carefully avoiding all evening. Gayle had told me that he’d moved into a house just up the street but his wife had stayed in Colorado to sell their home there. She added that she thought he was a hunk, and he had to be horny as hell, since he’d been here over two months.
Before I could tell Jerry what happened, someone called to him saying he was up in the horseshoe game. I was going to get out of the pool and drink my beer, but the good doctor swam up to me and said, “We haven’t been properly introduced. Mrs. G——, I’m Ken.”
I said, “Please call me Jen, Ken. Ooh, we rhyme.”
He said he was pleased to meet me and was looking forward to being neighbors with all these fine people. “I owe you an apology, Jen. I don’t drink often. Tonight it got to me. I did something naughty a few minutes ago. I thought I could get person al with you underwater and you’d think it was your husband. But when I came up for air, he was handing you a beer, so I knew I was busted. I’m so sorry. Drinking is no excuse for acting like an idiot. Please forgive me.
I said, “Apology accepted, Dr. . . . I mean Ken.”
I did think it was my husband, but I enjoyed it, so no harm done. A bit awkwardly in the water, I extended my hand to shake his, but once our hands touched, I felt an instant attraction. Our hands remained interlocked. We didn’t speak but gazed in one another’s eyes and drew closer until our lips met in a brief but torrid kiss.
I broke away and swam to the ladder, then got out of the pool. I found a towel and dried off, put on a cover-up and headed for the bar. Ken followed a few minutes later, apologizing again, but I told him I wasn’t offended, just surprised he would do some thing like that with everybody around. He said he’d acted on an impulse, not even thinking about the others. Looking around to be sure he wasn’t overheard, he said he hadn’t been able to get me off his mind since I’d been in the office Tues day. He said he had never before become aroused when examining a patient, but he was so aroused by me that he had to go put cold water on his erection to get it to go down. He said he’d never cheated on his wife but he’d give anything to be with me.
I smiled and said it could probably be arranged, since I’d been married for over 14 years and was a little bored with my sex life. What the good doctor didn’t know was that I’d recently broken off an affair with the golf pro at the club and was looking for some new cock.
Looking past him I saw Jerry coming, so I said, “My husband’s coming up behind you.” I asked Jerry if he’d met Ken. He said he had. I took the opportunity to ask Ken to come to our home for dinner the next night, figuring he’d be tired of take out. He accepted, saying he’d bring the wine.
Ken left us, but before I could say anything to Jerry, others joined us and we drifted apart as the party went on. Ken continued to make eye contact with me, keeping the crotch of my suit damp with desire the whole night. I finally found Jerry and told him I was going back in the pool for a while and then we should really be on our way home, since it was after midnight.
I swam several laps, then spotted Ken sitting on the edge of the far end of the pool, where it was pretty dark, since Cal had shut off most of the lights. Glancing around, I saw no body was watching, so I slipped over to where he was. Our lips met in another kiss that sent fire through my loins.
I pushed my bottom down and said, “Hurry and do it to me dog-style,” as I leaned over the edge of the pool, presenting my compact ass to him and making my pussy accessible. A mo ment later I felt his erection part my labia and find my entrance to slip in my cunt. It was a quick, lusty fuck, with him packing my pussy with his meaty cock, then in less than two minutes filling it with hot come.
As soon as he finished spurting, he pulled out and tugged my suit up while thanking me. I told him my phone number and said to call me the next morning after eight when Jerry would be at the shop. Fifteen minutes later we were home, where I lay on the bed asking Jerry to help me out of my bikini. He took my top and kissed each nipple before pulling down my bottoms to find a creamy surprise. He said, “Jesus, honey, you’re a fucking mess down here. Who did this to you and when?”
I said, “Fuck me, and I’ll tell you about it.” He slipped out of his suit, revealing his throbbing erection, and for the second time in half an hour I was penetrated without actual foreplay. Jerry’s entrance was made easy by Ken’s copious deposit of come minutes before.
I whispered, “I just welcomed the doctor to the neighborhood with a little of your wife’s pussy. It was just a quickie at the far end of the pool, Jerry. I bent over, and he stuck it in me. He came really quickly, and a lot. He hasn’t had any for two months. I want to sneak him in the back way in the morning and fuck the hell out of him. Will you let me do that, honey? Will you let me show him what a good piece of ass I can put out?”
My being with a new man always turns Jerry on. He banged me all night and twice in the morning before leaving for the shop. He gave me his permission to enjoy my self with Ken but worried that sneak ing him in the house was too risky. I said, “Nobody’ll notice.”
So by half past eight Ken and I were standing across the bed watching each other undress. When I dropped my bra, he said I have beautiful breasts. We faced each other with only my panties and his shorts covering our privates, then lowered them at the same time. On the big bed we took our time getting to know each other’s body with our fingers and mouths.
We ended up with Ken on his back while I straddled his face so we could eat each other. I took as much of his big cock in my mouth as I could while I pleasured the rest of it with manu ally. He drove me wild lick ing and lightly biting at my cunt while probing all over with his tongue. We were both teetering on the edge of orgasm but not going over, when we had the same thought and simul taneously wormed a finger up each other’s asshole to pull the trigger. I gushed all over his face while he blast ed in my mouth and I swallowed every drop.
Ken rolled me over and mounted me with the grace of a large cat, then slipped his still-hard eight-inch cock up my drenched snatch. I pulled my knees up as high as I could to open myself to him. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. He hooked his elbows behind my knees and really put his cock to me. I came again.
Ken and I had a hot affair for six weeks, fucking nearly every day until his wife and kids arrived. We continued to get it on once or twice a week for nearly two years, then tapered off to a couple of times a month. He always gave me a solid fuck and left me dripping with his big loads, and my husband loved getting the leftovers. He enjoyed my affair almost as much as I did.—Name and address withheld
Allen and I married a month after I graduated from high school. He is just a year older than me, but I knew he had slept with maybe a dozen other girls before popping my cherry. But what he didn’t know was that between that time and our marriage, I experimented with a few other guys when the opportunity arose—four, to be exact. I kind of liked screwing new guys, and experiencing the different ways they did it to me, and their various cock sizes.
My liking it so much made it all too easy for Allen’s best friend Bruce to get into my pants just weeks after we were married. We were staying over at Bruce’s place, and he screwed me for three hours while my husband slept in the next room. I loved it, and I experienced multiple orgasms for the first time.
When I left him and went to the bathroom I looked down to see Bruce’s come actually running out of my cunt. He had ejaculated much more semen than Allen or any of the other men I’d been with. I cleaned myself up as best as I could, but I didn’t have my douching equipment with me, and there was only so much I could do. I snuck into bed with Allen, grateful that I had gotten away with cheating on him, and promising myself I’d never do it again.
During the next six months Allen and I settled into married life, screwing like crazy every chance we got. Toward the end of the year we attended a Christmas party at the home of some of our friends, where there was plenty to eat and drink. I was careful not to drink too much, but Allen was really tying one on. This didn’t go unnoticed by Bruce, who was at the party without a date. I noticed that Bruce made sure Allen’s drink was never empty, and he kept pulling me onto the dance floor every time a slow song was playing. Even though I wasn’t drinking that much, alcohol always gets me easily aroused and very mellow. I was getting pretty turned on from dancing with Bruce, and he took advantage of the dim light to press his hard cock against me and feel me up as much as he could without being seen. Soon I was so wet that moisture was running down my inner thighs, and I knew I had to get Allen home so he could quench the fire his buddy had started.
I got our coats and my husband together and started for our car, but Allen was really out of it, and he fell in the snow. I had to go back for help, and guess who jumped at the chance. Yep—Bruce.
Thirty minutes later, after we’d gotten to our house and put Allen to bed, I went downstairs with Bruce to let him out. Well, he left all right—an hour and a half later, after fucking me four times on the living room floor.
I was really exhausted and somewhat ashamed of myself as I climbed the stairs, thinking I should shower before going to bed with Allen. But I was suddenly fully awake when I neared the top of the stairs and saw Allen sitting on the top step.
I wanted to turn and run, but my body wouldn’t move. I felt tears running down my face as I tried to find my voice. Allen didn’t say a word. He simply stood up and took my hand, causing me to drop my clothes on the stairs. Then he led me to our bedroom, where the lamp still burned. He turned me completely around, looking at my naked body. I knew my back was red and probably showed several rug burns. He then kissed my forehead before gently easing me down onto our bed.
Finally able to speak, all I could do was gasp out some kind of apology. I knew there wasn’t any excuse for what I had done, and I offered to pack a few things and leave right then, since I knew I no longer deserved to be his wife.
Instead of replying, Allen lifted one of my legs and looked straight at my unfaithful pussy. “You’re not going anyplace,” he said then. “Except maybe down on me, after I finish fucking you. I’ve never wanted you so much in my life.”
Dazed and confused, I could hardly believe my ears. “Allen—wait—let me go clean myself up first,” I stammered out. “But I can’t believe you still want me. I just betrayed you with your best friend!”
He was still looking at my snatch as he dropped his robe, revealing his rock-hard cock. “No, baby,” he said. “I want to do it in his come, just like the night we stayed at his place.”
Those words sent a chill up my back, but before I could say anything more he mounted me and entered my freshly fucked cunt. He then proceeded to fuck me with a tenderness that gave me the reassuring feeling that he did indeed still love me.
“Please, honey, tell me everything he did to you,” Allen said. “How big is his cock? Is he better than me? I saw him fuck you four times tonight. How many times did he get you the first time?”
Between moans, I answered each of his questions, and when he asked if I had screwed anybody else, I told him everything, and even named names.
After Allen came inside me I asked him how he had found out about the first time. He said he had awakened during the night and gone looking for me. He’d heard moans and gasps coming from Bruce’s room, and he knew he was fucking me. He’d gone back to bed, where he discovered that he’d come in his shorts. He’d lain awake for another hour before I came to bed. “You went to sleep the minute you laid down,” he told me. “I waited until you were sound asleep, then I went for sloppy seconds. I fucked you, and you called me Bruce the entire time. It was the hottest thing I ever experienced. I knew you would do it again if things were right, so that’s why I pretended to be really drunk tonight. And it worked.”
His telling me this got us both so hot that we fucked again.
Well, after that we had nothing to hide from each other, and we had a lusty sex-filled marriage for the next 18 years. I had more men than a lot of people have had hot meals.
Then, a few years ago, a good friend of ours named Chris, who we had both known since high school, came to stay with us for a few days when he split up with his wife. The first night he was there, he and I stayed up talking for a while after Allen went to bed. There was definitely an attraction there, and when it was time to retire I simply took his hand and said I wanted to tuck him in.
I was one well fucked woman when I joined my horny husband a couple of hours later.
After that, Chris, Allen and I merged into an open three-way marriage that provided my hot little cunt with plenty of hard cock.
I had always encouraged Allen to get himself some strange pussy, but he always said he never met anyone he thought could match the kind of fucking he got at home. Then, when Chris had been with us about two years, he got a letter from the daughter of a good friend of his, saying she was coming to town and wanted to visit him. Chris thought maybe he should rent an apartment of his own but we convinced him to stay put and just tell her he paid us room and board, and that we had an extra bedroom for her too.
Gina arrived on a Friday. She was 21, and she looked so much like me that both men said she could pass as my daughter. Like me, she was a natural redhead. When she arrived she was wearing jean shorts and a crop top that struggled to contain her braless breasts. I noticed Allen checking out her bubble butt and her bouncing boobs all evening long.
We cooked out that night and had plenty of beer, and we all went to bed about midnight. The guys went upstairs while I made sure our guest had everything she needed.
I alternate sleeping with my men, and it was Allen’s turn to have me for the night. Before I joined him, though, I slipped down the hall to give Chris a quick piece of ass, just as I had done for Allen the night before. Chris went down on me until I was good and juicy, then pounded off a hot load in my pussy, knowing Allen would see to it I that I got my jollies.
Allen was ready. He quickly climbed on and slipped into my pre-heated pussy, surprising me by coming in less than a minute. He then made slow and tender love to me, giving me three orgasms before pumping a second load into me. It had been some time since he had come twice in so short a time. I was pretty sure that the young redhead downstairs had something to do with his increased arousal, but I said nothing.
I watched both Allen and Gina the next day, and I could tell there was a mutual attraction between them. I saw her flash him her luscious breasts every time she served us beer on the deck that afternoon. When we went out for dinner that evening, I didn’t think it was an accident that her skirt rode up over her thighs every time she got in and out of the car.
When I gave Allen his quickie that night he wanted a second piece, but I told him it was Chris’s night, and deliberately left him with a boner.
The next day, Sunday, I took Gina to lunch and then shopping while the guys played golf. This gave me the opportunity to talk to her woman to woman. I came right out and asked her if she was sexually active. She told me that a friend of her father’s had seduced her when she was 18. She had loved it, and had put out for him for the next two years, until his wife caught them and it ended.
She’d fucked a few younger guys, but she said they were all like jackrabbits. At college she’d been failing her required history class, when the teacher offered to give her some extra time evenings and weekends. She hadn’t learned much history, but she’d learned to appreciate the way older men made love. She was still his lover, and he had the biggest cock of anyone she’d been with. It was a full seven inches long, and as big around as a D-cell battery.
This was a perfect opening for me to tell her that Allen’s dick was almost eight inches long and a good six inches around, and that I’d had even larger ones over the years. Her eyes grew wide. Then she asked if I cheated on Allen. I said not anymore, because I was getting all I needed between Allen and her father’s friend Chris. That shocked her, but she soon recovered. Then I explained how our relationship worked.
I also told her that I was supposed to sleep with Chris that night, and that we could give Allen a treat if she wanted to. I explained that he hadn’t been with another woman since we married, and I would be grateful if she would consider sleeping with him.
Gina admitted that just being around Allen made her panties wet, and that in fact her pussy had juiced up when I told her about his cock. She asked me if I was sure I would not be pissed if she were to fuck my husband. I told her it was more than time for me to pay him back for a lifetime of giving me the freedom to fuck other men.
When it was time for bed that night I gave Allen a big kiss good night, gave his dick a quick squeeze, and smiled wickedly at him. As I left Gina was just coming up the stairs wearing a robe. She came to me and gave me a hug, thanking me again. “No,” I said. “Thank you, Gina. Are you ready to surprise him?”
“Let me show you how ready I am,” she said, and before I knew it she had guided my hand through the front of her robe and placed it on her pussy, it felt like melted butter, and she was totally shaved. I’d never touched another woman before, but my own pussy was instantly on fire as I felt the hot hole that would soon be full of my husband’s cock. I quickly withdrew my hand and told her to go right in and get in bed with Allen.
I entered Chris’s room and told him I was spending the night with him, because Gina was getting in bed with Allen at that very moment. Then I told him I wanted to go out on the balcony and see if I could see them. The two bedrooms share a balcony, and we rarely close the drapes. When I went out there I had an unobstructed view of Allen and Gina locked in a passionate kiss. I couldn’t take my eyes off them as the man who’d taken my virginity so long ago began to make love to another woman for the first time since that day.
Allen threw the covers onto the floor, leaving the two of them fully exposed as he started to enjoy her lush young body. Allen loves my C-cup tits, but he really had his hands full with Gina’s huge mounds. I was getting hotter by the second, and could feel my juices trickling down my inner thighs. I had to cover my mouth to keep from crying out when Allen lowered his face to her hairless crotch. My knees felt weak, and I leaned over the back of a chair to prop myself up. I knew I should get back to Chris, but I wanted to see the look on Gina’s face when Allen put his cock inside her.
Finally, after making Gina come twice with his mouth, Allen moved up over her, wedging himself between her widely spread thighs to position the head of his cock at the opening of her vagina. Just as he started slipping it into her, Chris came up to me and entered me from behind.
Now both Gina and I were being fucked by hard, large, strong cocks. Allen was getting some well-deserved young pussy as Chris’s familiar cock churned away in my seasoned cunt. Both of them were flooding us with sperm within a few minutes. Allen got off first, and then Chris creamed inside me.
Chris then led me inside, where he was soon fucking me again in the missionary position as we discussed what we’d watched. Chris told me that he could only envy Allen, because Gina was such a hot piece of tail. But he could never touch her, because she was his friend’s daughter. But I think he pretended to himself that I was Gina as he screwed me four times before we fell asleep.
The next morning I slipped out of bed to go downstairs and make breakfast. On the way I peeked into Allen’s room and found him and Gina lying in one another’s arms, with Gina’s right hand wrapped around my husband’s morning hard-on as they slept.
She woke up as I stood there, and was a little embarrassed to realize that she was holding on to my husband’s prick. She quickly apologized, saying, “God, this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!” Then she grinned. “May I have it one more time?”
I told her she could have it any time she wanted, and I was so turned on that I went back and drained Chris’s balls, first by fucking him, then by sucking his cock for 20 minutes and getting a good creamy dose of protein for breakfast.
Gina ended up staying for a month, instead of the week she had planned on, and she spent every night with Allen. When she got her period she kept him happy with blowjobs, and even let him fuck her ass, which she had never done before.
The night after she left, Allen and I screwed like newlyweds, while Chris finally got some rest. This time it was me hearing about the fucking Allen had gotten from someone else, rather than the other way around, and I loved it.—G.R., Washington, D.C.
Paula and I have been married for four years, and unlike a lot of marriages, ours has never become boring in bed. Paula is a pleasure to look at, and always takes care to look sexy for me. Her body is fabulous, with world-class tits, sexy legs, a nice ass and an altogether great shape.
On a recent business trip I bought a couple of magazines to read in my hotel room. One of them was Penthouse Letters, and for some reason I got really turned on reading the letters from men who liked watching their wives with other guys. When I thought about seeing Paula with another man, I suddenly became very excited. The more I read, the more I thought about what a kick it would be to see her with someone else. I didn’t really think my sweet conservative Paula would ever do something like that, but I had a good imagination, and that was enough.
When I got home I shared my new fantasy with Paula, and while she enjoyed my thoughts, she told me she could never go through with it. She said she was too frightened by the idea, but I wondered if the real reason was that she was afraid she might like it too much.
About a month after that Paula and I decided to get away for a weekend together. We checked into a hotel, and when Paula unpacked her suitcase she found that I had slipped a pair of her black thigh-highs in her bag. She knew I loved to see her in thigh-highs, and she gave me a strange look when I asked her to wear them at dinner. Just before we left the hotel room I asked her to do me another favor and go without a bra. She just gave me a sexy smile, and then took her bra off.
In the cab on the way to the restaurant I slid my hand up Paula’s leg, and though she kept glancing nervously at the back of the cabbie’s head, she didn’t stop me. As we walked into the restaurant I could see that many of the men in the place were looking at her. She may not have realized it, but the thin material of her dress brushing against her nipples had aroused them, and when the lighting was just right you could see them pointing outward. I wondered how many of those men would have fucked her if they could.
We were seated in a booth, and after we had given our order I ran my hand up her leg and stroked her thighs with my fingers. “Do me another favor,” I said to her. “Go to the ladies’ room and take off your panties.”
She gave me a long look, and then got up and walked toward the rest rooms. I watched her full breasts sway under the thin fabric of her dress, and I could see other men looking at the same thing. When Paula returned and sat down again, I once more ran my hand up her shapely leg, and this time I played with her damp pussy.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Getting you hot enough to fuck” I replied.
She just smiled. “Here on the table?” she murmured.
I laughed and said, “I’m game if you are, but as sexy as you look tonight, half the guys in the room would be lined up behind me. Think you could handle them all?”
My lovely sweet wife smiled at me again. “I’d do it for you,” she said, “but you have to promise to hold my hand.”
“Before we take such a big step,” I told her, “let’s try a couple of smaller ones. Why don’t you unbutton the top two buttons on your dress, and give the waiter a good look at your fabulous tits.”
Paula looked me right in the eye, and then slowly unbuttoned the two buttons—and another one to boot. Her breasts were so exposed that if she had moved too quickly, one or both of them might have fallen out.
After that we got the best service I’ve ever gotten in a restaurant. The waiter was constantly coming by to ask if everything was all right, and one of the busboys came by every few minutes to refill our water glasses. Paula would lean forward to pick up the glass, and when she did I thought the busboy would faint. Between appearances I figured he was probably in the men’s room, whacking off.
As we walked out of the restaurant Paula said, “Okay, that was one small step. Now are we going to take a bigger one?”
“How far are you willing to go?” I asked her. But she only smiled.
I flagged down a taxi, and as soon as we were settled into the back seat I asked Paula if she would like to suck my cock. She didn’t hesitate a second. Her hands went to my pants, and within moments she had my dick in her mouth. I saw the cab driver watching in his rear-view mirror. After about two minutes Paula looked up at me and asked, “Is he watching?” When I nodded, she went right back to sucking me, and I was so aroused by this new exhibitionistic side of her that I immediately filled her mouth with a load of come.
The taxi dropped us off back at our hotel, and as it pulled away Paula asked, “What’s next?”
I thought for a minute and said, “Let’s see what the hotel lounge has to offer.”
We took a table in the back of the lounge, and I looked around the room. There were several couples out on the dance floor, but I saw several men who were alone. “I’m going up to the room for a bit,” I said to Paula. “Why don’t you see what you can do on your own.”
Paula smiled. “Don’t be surprised if I’m on the table when you get back,” she said.
I spent about half an hour in the room, mostly pacing back and forth, and then went back down to the bar. Paula was not alone. There were three men sitting at the table with her. As I approached they all gave me dirty looks, as if warning me away, until Paula said, “Oh, here’s my husband now. Make some room for him, guys.” As I sat down Paula began introducing us. “Darling, this is Eddie,” she told me, indicating the man on her right. “He would shake your hand, but his fingers are in my pussy.”
Eddie got a sheepish look on his face and started to say something, but Paula looked at him and said, “Eddie, don’t you dare move your hand. Just leave it where it is.” She turned to her left. “This one is Derek,” she went on. “He might seem a little nervous, because I’m sure he’s not use to having a woman’s hand on his cock while her husband is sitting just across the table. The one over there—” She nodded at the third man. “Well, I don’t remember what his name is, but he’s the one whose room they’ve been trying to get me to go to ever since you left. I think they want to fuck me. What do you think?”
My wife was astonishing me more and more, but I loved it. “I wouldn’t be a bit surprised,” I said. “Are you going to do it?”
She smiled at me and said, “How far can I go, baby?”
I looked her straight in the eye. “Be home by seven,” I told her. “I want to have breakfast with you.” And with that I got up and went back up to our room.
What I really expected was that Paula would chicken out and join me in a few minutes. But when ten minutes past, and then twenty, and then an hour, I had to think she was going through with it. At one point I went down to the bar just to see if she was still there, but she was gone.
I didn’t sleep at all that night, and for most of it I had a hard-on, thinking about what my wife was doing. At exactly seven in the morning I heard her key in the lock.
Paula smiled at me as she came in. “Good thing you gave me a deadline,” she said. “They would have kept me there all day if I had let them. Do you know there was another guy waiting in the room when I got there?”
I stood there looking at her. She didn’t look any the worse for wear, and for a moment I thought she was pulling my leg, until she took off her dress. Her pussy lips were red and swollen, her pubic hair was matted and sticky-looking, and there were dribbles of come running down her legs.
“I want to hear all about it,” I said hoarsely. “Tell me everything.”
Paula laughed. “What’s to tell?” she said. “I sucked their cocks, they fucked me, I sucked their cocks again and they fucked me again, and then I sucked their cocks some more and they fucked me some more.”
She walked over to me then and pushed me back onto the bed. “You’ve always talked about getting sloppy seconds from me, now you’ll have them,” she said, and with that she lay down beside me and pulled me on top of her.
During the next three hours we fucked in every possible position. And in between fucks, and sometimes even during them, she told me what had happened that night.
Paula said that she and her three partners had left the bar shortly after I did, and headed up to the room of the third man, whose name, it turned out, was Luke. As they rode up on the elevator, the three of them were all over her, and by the time they reached their floor she was naked except for her black thigh-highs and high heels. They had her walk that way down the hallway to their room, their hands never leaving her body the whole way.
When they arrived at the room, a fourth man, Clark, was already pouring drinks for everyone. Evidently one of them had called him from the bar. However, as it turned out there was no time for drinks.
As soon as they were inside the room, Eddie had Paula sit down on the bed while he unzipped his pants and pushed his cock into my wife’s face. She told me it was at least eight inches long and hard as a rock. Without a word she began licking his cock and balls, and then proceeded to give him one of her fabulous blowjobs. Within a few short moments Eddie filled her mouth with come. “And I swallowed every last drop,” she told me proudly.
By the time Eddie’s cock slipped out of Paula’s mouth, she saw that the other three men were naked and were standing around her. All of them had nice big cocks, and she said she felt like a kid in a candy store.
Hardly hesitating, Paula took the middle cock in her mouth, and one of the others in each hand. The one she was sucking was Luke’s. His was not the biggest dick, but his balls hung down so nicely she had to have them in her mouth too. She licked and sucked his balls as well as his cock, while enjoying the three pairs of hands now roaming her body.
Then Eddie and Derek pulled away and took hold of her, lowering her onto her back on the bed, and began devouring her nice firm tits. Paula said that having both her nipples sucked at once was a fabulous feeling, and she came with their mouths around her nipples and their hands all over her pussy.
After her orgasm subsided, Derek spread her legs and got between them, and she was fucked for the first time that evening. Paula was so wet that his nicely proportioned cock slid all the way into her with the first push. Luke was kneeling over her, sliding his cock between her lips again, and soon after Derek entered her he blew his load into her mouth. With the fucking Derek was giving her, she was only able to swallow about half Luke’s come, and the rest spilled from her lips to run down her cheeks and into her hair. I had noticed the dried come in her hair earlier on. God, how sexy it was to have another man’s jism in my wife’s hair!
Derek lasted only a few moments longer before depositing a load of come deep inside Paula’s pussy. Clark quickly took his place, slipping his hard cock into her, and he lasted a lot longer. As he was pumping her, she began working with Eddie’s cock to get him hard.
All four of her lovers had come inside her by midnight, but no one was tired, and all of them were enjoying exploring my wife’s body with their hands, fingers and mouths. It wasn’t long before they were revived and eager to go again.
At one time during the night Paula was on top of Derek, riding his cock, when Luke came up from behind and pushed his dick into her pussy, right alongside Derek’s. The feeling of her pussy being so fully stuffed was fabulous, and she loved it. The two men had to coordinate their thrusts, but it worked well. Derek blew his load first, and Luke came shortly afterwards.
“I had no idea how long those two cocks were filling me up, but I must have come half a dozen times,” Paula said. “Just knowing that I was taking care of two men at once was such a turn-on, and it was a great fuck!” When they came, their sperm just poured out of her, and all over Derek’s belly. With two loads of come on his stomach, they all agreed that Paula should lick it up.
This was a new thrill for her, and she loved doing it while they watched. As she licked the come from Derek’s stomach, Eddie grabbed her hips and buried his cock inside her from behind. Even though he could not fill her up the way Derek and Luke had, she said it was still one of the best fucks of the night. He took hold of her waist and slammed his cock in and out of her as though she was his first fuck ever. And to make it better, as she continued licking come from Derek’s body, he reached for her tits and squeezed and kneaded her nipples, which always drives Paula wild.
Paula said she lost count of how many times she came that night as she continued to fuck and suck her four lovers. They were able to last longer with her each time, and since she loves to be fucked long and hard, she enjoyed herself more and more as the night went on. She loved being able to please so many horny men at one time, and was very proud of herself.
“Every one of them told me I was a good fuck, so it must be true, don’t you think?” she asked me. All I could do was shake my head in wonder and fuck her again one more time.
When she had finally left just before seven, all four men had given her their e-mail addresses and asked her to stay in touch. I know she still has those addresses, but she may never use them, because now that she has discovered her wild side, she is constantly looking for new men to pick up. Sometimes I get to watch her with them, sometimes she tells me about it later. In either case, I love her more and more all the time, and we have never been happier—J.M., Columbus, Ohio